vigorli

Title: Deadly Connections (8/25)
Authors: Alex ( rangergirl0301@gmail.com ) and Carol (ambrelin2@yahoo.com)
Rating: PG – NC17 (R this chapter)
Characters: Viggo/ Orlando/ Sean B/Various others
Beta: The wonderful Namarie120, whom we would be totally lost without
Disclaimer: We know no one in or associated with this. It is purely fiction. No harm intended.
Warnings: AU, Minor character death, Violence, M/M sex,
A/N: A large thanks to our artists-Cat (dreamerswings42) for the icon, and both Cat (dreamerswings42) and Tina (belil_gaviel) for the lovely banners
Summary: There's a killer of young men on the loose. It's up to Sean to find him. But things are not quite what they seem.

Johnny's plea for him to "come back" barely registered in Viggo's head as the sudden flash of hatred nearly consumed him; this was so much stronger than he had ever felt before.

"I'll kill the little bitch, her and her whores, destroy them all..."

"Viggo! Viggo, it's all right. Come back now, okay? You're scaring Johnny."

"I...Christ." Viggo breathed in shakily, cold sweat covering his body. "Shit, Johnny, fuck, that..."

"Are you okay?"

"Well, yea, I mean I'm not going to go kill someone obviously-"

"That's not what I asked. Are you okay? Physically, mentally, whatever?"

"I..." Viggo closed his eyes for a moment. "I'm fine. All here."
Viggo sat, phone pressed to his ear and waited to see if the voice was completely gone. This was the worst he'd gotten directly from the killer.

"Johnny, I'm sorry about that. Whoever this guy is, he's got a real hatred for Kate. I'm not real fond of her myself, but I'm worried what this guy might try next."
"So you know it's Kate then? I mean, I realize it's her boys that have been murdered, but that could just be easy accessibility too. Needs to vent his frustration on something, and they're easy to get at?"

Viggo sighed. "No, it's Kate. I just...I know it. After everything that just went through me...it's directed at Kate."

"And her assistant, then."

"Hmm?"

"You mentioned her assistant. He's probably also the 'slutdoggy' in the first part."
Viggo rubbed at his eyes, his head starting to pound. He hadn't even thought about it being the young man that he'd seen with Kate the few times she'd been out.

"Johnny, I just don't know what to do. If I go to the police with this, especially after their visit today, they're going to think I'm either crazy or the killer. And my head is starting to hurt pretty badly. I think I'm going to go take some aspirin and lie down. Thanks for being here and listening."

"It's okay Viggo, anytime. Listen, maybe we can go for a drink or something later, try and see what else you're picking up from this guy."
"That'd be great, Johnny. Thank you." Viggo hung up the phone slowly, desperately needing a nap, his mind still on the handsome man that had been occupying his thoughts lately.

As Viggo was trying to rid himself of his headache, that same young man was sitting in a corner booth in a quiet Italian restaurant, his arm draped casually over Captain Jones' shoulders. He was currently concentrating on keeping his face neutral while the older man's fingers played over his slowly hardening cock through his jeans. This was always the game with the man; he'd wine, dine, and seduce him, and then take him back to an apartment he kept in the next city over, an address he had somehow managed to keep quiet. He never saw Jones' real house, and never wanted to. Jones was a client, not a lover.

"Sir," Orli finally simpered, placing gentle hands over rough ones. "What's been going on with all these killings lately? All of us 'boys' are getting pretty scared." He leaned in and sucked gently at the man's neck, tasting salt and the bitter tang of cologne.

"Don't you worry your pretty head, sweetness. I’ve got one of the best detectives we have on the case, but he's not so good that if he fucks up I won't kick him off the investigation. We'll solve it."
Nuzzling at his 'date', Orlando tried to press for a little news, anything that he could take home and ease a few minds. But he wasn't getting anything from the other man, except harder with each squeeze to his already aching shaft.

He'd almost given up and resigned himself to another night of sex with the other man, when Captain Jones’ cell phone rang.
Jones sighed and reached into his pocket. "I swear life was better off without these things," he muttered, flipping it open and pressing it to his ear.

After a few gruff rumbles and what sounded to Orlando like wordless barks, Jones hung up and leaned over, pecking his "date" on the lips. "Gotta go, sweetcheeks."

"Do they really need you? Now?" Orlando's cock was throbbing something terrible, and he shifted in the booth.

"Yea, they do. Can't be caught out of town during these things, even if it's just so many miles away. And they just found another body." He stood and slipped out his wallet, leaving a fifty and two twenties on the table for the bill and tip. "Here's some for your trouble, too. We’ll have to continue this another time."

Orlando sighed and accepted the money, slipping it into his own pocket.
As he looked up, he realized exactly what Jones had said, another murder.

"Tom? Wait! Did you just say..." but it was too late and the man was already out the door and gone.

Orlando left the booth and headed for a phone. He needed to let Kate know, if she hadn't heard yet.
By the time Sean got to the site, a large crowd of people, reporters, and officers had already gathered. He pushed his way through them to the body, almost happy to see that Charlie had gotten there before him and was quite involved in note-taking. Hopefully he had gotten there before all the spectators arrived. All those people screwed up his crime scene something awful, something that pissed him off to no end, and it pleased him greatly when someone from the unit, even if it wasn't him, was able to see the place before they fucked with it.

"What do we have?" he asked tiredly.
"Same as usual, Sir, young, male, been dead awhile this time. Looks like the same guy did it. The M.E. has already taken a quick look and is talking to someone on her phone. I got here as fast as I could when the call came in."
"Good work, Charlie. Very good." Sean squatted down and pulled away the medical examiner's sheet, closing his eyes briefly at the young face that was revealed. "Shit...this guy's barely eighteen!"

The feeling of a presence behind him made Sean glance into the crowd, his gaze almost immediately settling on the figure of his main suspect. He growled loudly in anger and was up like a shot, stalking off across the sand in a beeline for him. Enough was enough.

Viggo had been standing in the back of the milling group of people, watching. He'd known before the word started to spread there was another body. And he knew it had been there a few hours, that his headache and sick feeling earlier had to be from the killer.

'Damn, if I'd only realized at the time. I've got to pay better attention, or I'll never find him.'

Just then he saw Detective Bean headed in his direction, a look of anger across his face. Turning to blend into the crowd and leave, Viggo felt a strong hand grasp his arm.

"Mr. Mortensen, we're taking you to the station. Now. You can come quietly or I can force you, but either way we're figuring this out tonight," Sean growled in his ear. "I have more than enough to make this arrest--you've been at the scene of the last two murders, and I bet if I asked around, I could place you at the ones before it. You have ties to this community, and I know you know more than you're telling. I'm done fucking around."

Turning back, Viggo looked the Detective in the eyes. Sighing heavily, he agreed to go to the station.

"But I'd like someone with me for counsel."

"Fine, whatever. We'll get you an attorney when we get there."

"No, I have someone we can call from the station."

Sean gave him a quizzical look, wondering why Viggo would have an attorney he could just call anytime. As they started back to the car, Sean pulled his notebook from his pocket and read Viggo his rights.

The ride to the station seemed to take an eternity for Viggo, from the beginning where he was cuffed--rather unnecessarily, he felt--to the time they pulled up and he was helped from the car. He kept his head down as he was guided through the station, not meeting anyone's eyes. Neither Bean nor Pennyworthy spoke, either to him or to each other.

They were desperate, and that's what worried Viggo the most. He knew who he had to call, and so he did, with Bean standing over him like a statue. He knew he could count on him to be an advocate, and one the officers would probably trust.
Placing Viggo in a holding cell, Sean went off to contact Captain Jones. As he rounded a corner, he almost ran over the Captain. Sean explained that they had a suspect in holding, and were waiting for his counsel to arrive before questioning.

As the two men stood talking, they heard a familiar voice coming down the hall, and turned to see their undercover narcotics officer working his way towards them.

~tbc~

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