vigorli

Title: Deadly Connections (9/25)
Authors: Alex ( rangergirl0301@gmail.com ) and Carol (nbula.rising@gmail.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.

"Yes, yes, yes, hello everyone...have no fear, Johnny is here!"

Sean sighed in exasperation as the narcotics officer weaved his way along the desks, heading right towards him and Jones. It's not that he didn't enjoy the man's company, but all members of the narcotic division were a little crazy, and Johnny was definitely the leader of the pack in that division.

"Johnny! What are you doing here? You haven't been in this building in weeks," Sean greeted, clasping the man's hand.

"Well it seems as though you have a close friend of mine in lock-up."

"Oh really?" Sean arched an eyebrow as the two started walking towards the holding cells. "Who?"

"Viggo Mortensen." Johnny's demeanor changed so quickly that it would have thrown somebody not used to it off their feet. “And if you honestly think he could have killed those boys, then you are not the man I thought you were."

Sean stopped dead and looked over at Johnny, surprised and a bit intimidated by the look of severity in the other man's eyes. "Mortensen? You’re friends with Mortensen?"

Johnny stopped walking, glaring at Sean's back. "Yes, VIGGO is a friend of mine, and a damn honest one. We'll go through with your questioning him, just so you can take him off your list. But I'm willing to guarantee you he's not your man. Oh, and since he isn't aware that I'm work around here, let's just keep that under our hats, shall we?"

As Johnny opened the door to the interrogation room, Sean and Captain Jones exchanged confused looks.

"What is it about you that attracts all the crazies, Bean?"

Sean opened his mouth to respond with one of his normal irritated tirades, but then shut it slowly. "I have no frigging idea, sir," he said finally, shaking his head in amazement before heading into the room.

Sean watched as Johnny drew away from Mortensen, having been talking quietly with him as they sat at the table. He took a breath in, then slowly let it out. "You realize, Mr. Mortensen, that this man is not an attorney and that you are legally allowed, and advised, might I add, to have one with you at this time?

Viggo turned back towards the table and looked directly at both the officers.

"Yes, I'm very aware of my rights to counsel. But I trust Johnny, and I know that whatever he advises me will be for my own best interests."

"All right then, Mr. Mortensen, since you seem to be sure. We'll start this by stating that we are recording everything that is said, starting with when we asked about your choice of counsel. If you're ready, let's begin."

Two hours later, Sean and Captain Jones stepped from the room, leaving Viggo and Johnny to wait for them.

"We're missing something, sir. I know we are. Christ. We've been in there two hours and yet we're no further than we were before. But I know this asshole knows something."

Jones sighed and shook his head. "Detective..."

"I know it, sir!" Sean was desperate. And just an inch away from being kicked off the case. Mortensen and Johnny had him going around in circles trying to get something out of his suspect, but they had nothing. Sean knew it, Jones knew it, hell, even Johnny and Viggo knew it.

"Listen, Bean, the guy isn't going to tell us any more than he already has. Depp vouches for him, and I trust his opinion. I agree with you, he knows something, but he's not talking. I think we need cut him loose and keep an eye on him. And that's what I intend to do."

Walking back into the room, they took their seats at the table again. Captain Jones explained to Viggo and Johnny that while they were certain there was more to Viggo's story than he was revealing, they just didn't have enough to hold him on and that he was free to leave.

Sean slumped against the wall outside the room, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose. He glared at Mortensen has he walked out the door, fighting down the urge to just beat him until he gave up the information he was hiding.

"Every second you waste lying to us is another second the killer is using to plan his next murder. If you value human life as much as you fucking say you do, then help us, you-"

"Bean! That's enough!"
"Yes, Sir," Sean snapped, turning to storm down the hall in the opposite direction.

Viggo and Johnny watched him leave before turning to Captain Jones.

"Captain, he's just trying to do his job, but right now, I really have nothing more I can tell you. I promise that when I can I'll call Detective Bean and let him know."

"Thank you, Mr. Mortensen. I appreciate you cooperating."

Captain Jones watched as the two men left the building, then turned to follow after Sean. They needed to get a few things straightened out before there were any further outbursts like he'd just witnessed.
Meanwhile, Orlando sighed quietly, looking at his watch and then out at the empty street in front of his building again. He had a meeting tonight with a new client, despite the fact that Kate had forbidden anyone to take on new people. But this guy was too good to be true. Tall, dark, with a sweet, low voice, a handsome face and an apparently unending supply of money, Orlando couldn't believe he'd hurt a fly.

He had been waiting for almost a half hour, and was starting to worry that he wasn't going to show. Maybe the news that morning of the discovery of another body had scared him off; they were losing more and more regulars with the fear that they were going to be found out and suspected. It was going to be a long year if this kept up.

Finally, Orlando had enough and was about to turn to go back inside when he heard the voice behind him. He smiled and turned around, ready with a teasing barb about being everything a boy could want minus the ability to tell time, and was greeted not with the friendly smile of his client but with a strong hand clamping a cloth over his nose. He squeaked and struggled, but the sweet scent of the chemical on the cloth soon overwhelmed him, his body going limp, his confused gaze barely registering the ice cold, depth-less eyes that belonged to his assaulter before he passed out.

As Orlando started to regain consciousness some time later, the first thing he was aware of was the sounds of Kate and a man arguing. It confused him at first, seeing that the last thing he clearly remembered was standing outside waiting for a client that hadn't shown up. But the longer he laid there, the more frightened Kate sounded and the angrier the man became. Just as he opened his eyes, he saw the man he'd been waiting for earlier holding Kate by her arm. As he watched, unable to move, Kate screamed and he saw the glint of a knife as it was plunged into her chest.

Orlando tried to scream, but there was a rubber ball in his mouth, one which split his lips open widely and was held there by abrasive elastic straps, preventing any noises. He tugged at the ropes holding him hostage on the floor, in what was almost a hog-tie position, to no avail. Tears filled his eyes as Kate was dropped to the floor, her eyes still wide open in horror.

"I see sleeping beauty is awake."

The voice filtered through Orlando's foggy, scared consciousness and he slowly craned his neck to look up at the man through a film of tears.

Looking back at the limp form of his friend and madam, he watched as a large pool of crimson spread around her. He knew she was dead, there wasn't any other choice.

Turning his head back up, he cringed to see the man moving closer to him, a look of menace and pure evil across his face.

"So you're Kate's former bitch? Funny, I didn't think she went for pussies." The toe of his boot gently tapped Orlando's chest and for the first time the young man realized he was naked. "Look at how thin you are. Such a pretty boy. Guess her tastes have changed since me."

Orli was so distracted by both the realization that he was naked and figuring out the meaning behind the man's last sentence that he didn't notice when the boot lifted off his chest, and was completely unprepared for the impact of the heavy shoe smashing into the same place it had touched before. The breath was driven from his body as the pain made his vision spin.

While Orlando lay in the basement, gasping for breath around his gag, Viggo and Johnny were sitting in Viggo's kitchen.

As they sat talking quietly, Viggo turned pale and looked almost panicked.

"Vig, what's wrong? Can you see or hear him again? What happened?"

"He...he killed Kate, Johnny. And he's holding someone in his house. I can see what he's looking at, and the things in it look almost familiar. Oh, God, John, he's got the boy."

~tbc~

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