Original Fiction

[Bun]

Prologue

- Eight Months Prior -

James sat on the couch in the tiny office, eyes glued to the book in his hands. He licked one finger to turn to the next page and jumped in his seat at the sound of a thump coming from the other room. It was loud enough to grab his attention, and he set the book on the small stand next to the couch, frowning at the ominous silence that fell over the townhouse.

For a few moments, James sat and listened yet heard nothing in accompaniment to the strange thud.

“Val?” he called out, knowing his wife could easily hear him if he spoke to loudly enough. When she didn’t, he felt a sharp pang course through his chest, into his stomach.

“Valerie, are you alright?”

Again, there was no answer, and it made him even more worried; the silence rung loudly in his ears, tauntingly almost. An hour earlier, they had crossed in the washroom, giving each other a quick peck as they went their separate ways. Now there were other concerns on his mind. She was 3 months pregnant and fresh from a checkup with the doctor. Unfortunately, they had been warned of a potentially dangerous complication and Valerie had been instructed to take things easy for the next month. James couldn’t be too sure everything would be perfectly fine, and his thoughts raced to the worse case scenario.

Off of the couch, James moved through the small makeshift office lined with file cabinets and bookshelves, down the hallway and into their bedroom only to find Valerie sprawled out onto the floor. His heart jumped into his throat, dropped back into the pit of his stomach and James didn’t bother to hold back his cry.

“Oh God…”

He fell down next to her on his knees against the hardwood floor, eyes darting over her body to check for any signs of injury. There was a wound on her forehead, but nothing consistent with a complication in the pregnancy. Right away, it seemed odd to James that the blood streaming down the side of her face had anything to do with what he assumed had happened.

Valerie seemed to be disoriented by the injury; unable to fully focus on his gaze, but as she glanced over his shoulder, James quickly realized there was someone standing behind him. There was no mistaking the familiar sound of a hammer being cocked back, but his weapon was too far to reach.

“Don’t turn around,” the male voice told him.

He thought he recognized it for a moment, though found it hard to focus on anything other than Valerie’s condition.

“My wife,” James began, cautiously raising his hands to feign surrender. “What did you do to her?”

“Shut up.”

He wasn't going to argue with the man pointing a gun to his head. “Okay…”

A loud pop reverberated off of the walls which made James flinch. He knew what it felt like to be shot; being a police officer put him in danger of the possibility every day, but no bullet had entered or even grazed him. James nearly sighed out of relief at the realization, until his mind quickly focused back to Valerie. He glanced down at where she was lying in front of him on the floor, expecting their eyes to meet and when they didn’t, when he was looking at a second wound on her forehead instead, James choked on the bile that rose in the back of his throat.

“Jackie sends his regards,” the man said. There was not a second shot; instead, a painful, quick blow to the back of his head and James fell forward, blacking out.

* * *

I got the call just as I pulled into my driveway and turned right back around. The car came to a stop at the curb in front of the townhouse and could see yellow police tape billowing in the breeze , blocking off the wrought iron railing to block off the stairs. In a frenzy, I kicked the car door open and marched down the pathway, ducking under the tape, through the front door. There were people everywhere, swarming about the house like an infestation. It was pure and utter chaos. My eyes darted about the entryway looking for him. Where is he? I thought, and headed the living room. I had to snake my way through the crowd of bodies to get there. He was standing near the coffee table to my relief, and when our eyes met from across the room, he looked at me in a way I would never forget.

“Nick! What the hell are you doing here?" the lieutenant shouted. "Go. Somebody get him out of here!”

“Where is she, David? WHERE IS SHE?!”

“Don’t do this, Nick.” He tried to pull us back the way I came, but I struggled in his grasp, wondering why he wouldn’t tell me what was going on in my own sister’s house with half the fucking police force inside.

I shouted at the top of my lungs, not caring if I made a scene, “Why won’t you tell me what’s going on?!” After writhing like a fish in his tight grasp, I managed to get free and made a beeline through the kitchen doorway. I knew the layout of that house like the back of my hand, and moved from the kitchen to the hall where their bedroom was.

I heard the flashing of a bulb and in that second I knew exactly what was going on; I’d been through it a hundred times over, but I couldn’t process it in my head, under these circumstances, right there, in her house. This wasn’t happening; not to them, not to us—it couldn’t be.

“Nick!” David called out one last time, though his voice became a part of the dull roar of background noise. He was still far behind once I made it to the bedroom door. That’s about as far as I could go when I spotted her. She was lying on her back on the hardwood floor, arms and legs sprawled in every direction, her head was turned facing the door. I noticed the mark on her forehead, knowing exactly what it was. They were putting that damn white blanket over her and that’s when I felt it; the bile rose up from the pit of my stomach and I backed out of the doorway hitting the wall behind me.

The lieutenant up at that moment, ordering two officers that didn’t have their hands full to remove me from the house. He said something about doing it quickly and we walked down the hall back from where I came, but my knees buckled under my weight and they ended up having to carry me. I couldn’t find James, either. What happened to James…? He must been somewhere else. Oh God, James…

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Chapter One

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Nick McCarthy had never been one to drink heavily. Though there were times on special occasion when he would nurse a glass of champagne or some other lavish alcohol and hardly get to half, it was never like tonight; not even close. He sat hunched over the mahogany counter, shoulders slumped, head nearly touching the wood. In his right hand, he held a glass half empty with bitter whiskey. Standing in front of him, leaning against the counter, the bartender – a younger woman named Jill with short blonde hair and green eyes – stared as she mindlessly wiped the excess water off of a clean mug. She had seen a few cases like this before, but not to this extent in her first year on the job.

“Care to tell me what’s on your mind?” Jill asked. Nick sighed and raised his head. He set the glass down in front of him and took a moment to gather his jumbled thoughts; though the alcohol wasn’t making things any easier, it was exactly what he wanted.

“I'm paying for the drinks, not a therapy session,” he spit in reply, his words only slightly slurred as the liquor was taking its sweet time to affect him.

Jill simply smiled and answered back, “It’s in the job description,” she said with a chuckle, tucking her hair behind her ear. Having put the mug away, Jill leaned forward; she wasn’t going to leave him alone until he said something. This caught the dark-haired man’s vacant stare.

He shrugged, muttering inaudibly to himself. After downing the last of the drink he slid the glass forward, eyes staring somewhere beyond the counter. He wasn’t sure how much more obvious he could make it, that all he needed was just one moment free from all that pained him, if he could only resurface and take a big, deep breath...

“Okay,” Jill said, taking his glass. “How about I give you a break, go against the boss’s orders”—pointing to a sign behind her; it referred to the owner’s right to refuse to serve drinks to any patron—“and refill your drink and in return if you tell me what I wanna know?”

Nick snickered, though not out of any light-hearted amusement at the woman’s persistence. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He was not a violent man by nature, or uncouth by any means, but he was finding it difficult to control urge to tell her off. Sadly, he was not yet drunk enough to reach the point of apathy he was looking for.

“I’d rather not…”

“C’mon, what’s it gonna hurt?”

“…I just—”

“No one comes to a public place like this feeling like you obviously do and says they don’t want to talk about it. I’m not as dumb as I look, hon. I work in a bar for Christ’s sake.”

She had a valid point; Nick couldn’t deny that; somewhere deep inside of him, all he really wanted was someone to go to, someone to lend a shoulder for him to cry on and tell him everything would be okay… He did not have that luxury anymore.

“…It’s complicated.”

“So simplify it.”

Of course, Nick thought and sighed heavily, breaking eye contact if only for a brief moment. Simplify it… Knowing full well she wasn’t going to back off, he took a few moments to figure out where to begin.

“My fiancée called off our wedding tonight.” She hadn’t noticed it before, but Nick had been balling his hand in a first. Unclenching it, the small, platinum ring with a simple diamond fell onto the counter top. “She said I wasn’t involved anymore, said she couldn’t put up with what I’d become so she grabbed some things and left.”

“I see…”

“She’s got every right to, anyway,” Nick muttered, lowering his head back down to the counter in shame. The thought of finishing the drink made his stomach turn. Instead, he fished his wallet out of his back pocket and grabbed whatever bills he could, half-trusting that the woman wouldn’t rip him off; albeit, she seemed nice enough.

“Why do you say that?” Her eyes caught sight of a picture of a woman inside of his wallet, and she leaned forward to get a better look. “Is that her?” she asked, but her question was met with silence.

Nick sat there staring at the picture, no doubt reminiscing about the woman with wavy, dark, shoulder-length hair, sharp and at the same time striking features, soft blue eyes and warm smile. He shook his head to give her some sort of reply, then snapped the wallet shut.

“That’s my sister.”

“She’s very pretty.”

“She’s no longer here…” Nick grumbled. Jill stopped for a moment, eyes wide with shock in the usual fashion. Though it wasn’t something he talked about a lot, people never failed to respond any differently.

“Oh… I’m sorry, I-”

“-Forget it,” he sighed and shook his head as he returned the small leather wallet to his back pocket. To the right, the front door opened and a cold breeze blew inside as two men entered, sporting long, heavy jackets to brave the wintry weather they’d been experiencing. The two went to the far end of the bar occupying the empty stools at the corner and continued their conversation from outside.

With the transaction completed, Jill dared to continue. “…How long has it been, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Now it wasn’t so hard; the questions didn’t bother him so much when his head start to swim. “Almost eight months now.”

“Ahh…”

She knew she’d hit a tender nerve, but Jill continued to eye the man with a bit of hesitance. By now, he was starting to exhibit definite signs of intoxication; sluggish reactions, the way he teetered in his seat… She couldn’t keep her eyes on him, though, knowing she had to tend to the new patrons. It seemed that the dark-haired man was going to finish his drink anyway, and to her relief, at a much slower pace. He didn’t mind that she’d left him to wallow in his misery and nearly ten minutes passed before she made her way back after having been distracted yet again.
Nick grabbed his coat that lay on the empty stool next to him and he struggled to shove his arms in the sleeves but somehow managed to shrug it over his shoulders.

“Can I call you a cab?”

He raised a hand to negate her kind offer and, out of his peripheral vision, unthinkingly, watched as the two men rose from their seats. He, on the other hand, had taken to the seemingly difficult task of getting off the stool upright and unharmed. It proved to be much more dangerous than he had thought, and as he figured he’d found stability on one leg, the other—his ankle—had gotten caught in the stool step. Nick knew he was going down, but there was very little he could do. He simply shut his eyes shut and hoped for the best, feeling his weight drop to the floor. To his surprise, however, the impact wasn’t as painful as anticipated. Nick peeled his eyes open, spotting the blond man who had been sitting at the end of the bar, looking down at him and Jill peering over the counter.

“Is he okay?” the taller man asked. He seemed to be in a hurry.

“I don’t know,” his company replied with a laugh and directed the question to Nick. “Are you?”
Too disoriented to focus on what either of them had been saying, Nick felt himself being pulled up by the taller man who then helped his friend up as well. He murmured something to him, some nods were exchanged and the taller man exited the bar, leaving his companion behind.

“That was a close one,” Jill said. “I’m definitely calling a cab.”

“You okay?” the blond asked, but Nick couldn’t even get his tongue to cooperate with his mouth properly and gave no answer. “That could've been bad. My ass hurts!”

Hanging up the phone, Jill came back with the news. “It’s pretty nasty out there but they said they’d take him if it isn’t too far.”

“Don’t worry about it,” the man replied. “We’ll get you home safe, right, buddy?”

Right…?




“God,” Nick muttered, brow furrowed, rubbing his weary eyes with a thumb and index finger. For a moment, Nick sat upright in bed. It didn’t realize it until he looked down that he was still fully dressed; coat, shoes, slacks, everything. He tried to remember what had happened last night after trying to leave the bar, but it was all just too hazy. He couldn’t even begin, or wanted to for that matter, to think about how he wound up at his place again. The only thing that mattered was that he was there and in one piece.
Rolling onto his side, Nick reached out with an arm to bat around for the clock when he found a piece of paper instead.

Mr. Nick McCarthy,

Sorry I had to sneak a peek in your wallet; it was the only way to get you home. But don’t worry, I didn’t steal anything—go ahead and check. Anyway, that’ll be one killer headache you have in the morning, so try to take it easy. And don’t make a habit of letting strangers escort you home!

~Gavin S.

It all came rushing back to him in one painfully humiliating fell swoop. He could taste the alcohol lingering in his throat and mouth, which was quickly replaced by the tang of bile in the back of his throat. Then the alarm rang out, wailing loudly in his ears to let him know that if he didn’t step on it, he’d be late for work.

[SVEN]

Wow, this is great. And I'm not just saying that to be nice. Especially since this is unedited. By the way, is this the story you have set in Baltimore or is that another one?

[Bun]

Yup, this is the one. I'm glad you're enjoying it so far because I'm a little hesitant about it. Not having a beta is nerve-wracking and I really hate not having a second pair of eyes to look over my work. :3 I'll just have to make due with myself for the time being, however.

[SVEN]

It definitely needs some work, but I find the story intriguing.
There's a part where Jill says "honey", but for a nice Baltimore feel she should say "hon".

[N O C T E]

Very nice. I like it, although, it was driving me crazy because I could see spelling errors. LOL.

[SVEN]

I could definitely use someone like you to give me some pointers on the mannerisms of folks from Baltimore. There's only so much research I can do on my own. D:

Well, not everyone says "hon", especially not the younger people. However, it does create a mood that can help.
Anyway, I'd be happy to help with that. Just as long as it doesn't get overdone, lest it turns into something similar to the Hairspray remake with John Travolta's weird so-called Baltimore accent.

[Bun]

Chapter Two



“—ck? …Nick?”

It came in a split second, like the flipping of a switch. One moment in a daze and suddenly everything was so very real again. When his mind caught up with his body, he told himself to breathe and he turned around to meet Holly’s worried gaze. She stood behind him, leaning forward slightly, carrying a stack of files in her arms.

“Lieutenant Cruso wants to see you now.”

Nick nodded and watched as the secretary stepped away. He’d been waiting for this moment since Cruso mentioned it a few days ago. Inside his heart beat so fast he thought it would explode, pumping hard enough that he could hear the blood flowing through his ears. His hands were shaking and his breath had gone ragged. He needed to calm down before he walked into that room. It took great deal of effort on Nick’s part to control his nerves, but he managed to swallow them and rapped gently on the door before stepping in.

When that familiar voice called out, he opened the door slowly, preparing himself for what was to come. “There you are. Have a seat,” lieutenant Cruso said, briefly glancing up from what he was writing. Nick complied and sat in the chair on the right of the two that faced the desk. He made himself as comfortable as possible, though for some reason he was finding it a bit difficult to control the involuntary trembling, the tightness in his chest and the way his stomach knotted into a ball.

The lieutenant, 10 years his senior; a shorter, stockier man sporting dark hair with a hint of gray growing from the sides, sat back in his chair and let out a heavy sigh. He had been a driving force in Nick’s life and considered himself a sort of parental figure to the man in a way. They’d always been good friends, from the moment Nick joined the department as a rookie cop, but he was finding it difficult to say what he needed to say.

“As you know I’ve been facing a lot of difficult decisions lately,” Cruso began. “Then again, I don’t really have much of a choice.” The man paused and wiped a shaky hand over his mouth; now he was the one trying to control his nerves. “I’ve been giving this a lot of thought and there seems to be only one fair solution. I hate to do this, Nick, but there’s no other way around it—your unofficial letter of resignation? I’ve put it into effect. This is not working out, for either of us…”

All Nick could do was stare at the man, at a complete loss for words. He sat in the chair, unmoving, while hundreds of thoughts raced through his mind.

The lieutenant shook his head at the frightened yet curious twinkle in Nick’s eyes, already knowing the expression Nick wore called for an explanation. “I don’t want to fire you, but I can’t sit here and watch you waste away like this. For a good portion of the year, you’ve been stumbling downhill; not so much in your work as it is personally. Nick, I know you’ve been through a lot, and this is completely understandable, but what I do see is that it’s only gotten worse. But you’re still in this environment, where James…” Cruso paused, stopping himself before he could say much more. He let out a heavy sigh and shook his head instead. “You need to do something with your life before it comes to a point where you can’t come back. I won’t let that happen. I’m transferring you to another department.”

“Transfer?” Nick echoed, blinking in disbelief.

“Yes. A friend of mine, Mike Reese, in the southern district, is in need of an extra pair of hands. They’re understaffed over there and I told him I had someone in mind, but I’d need to ask him about it first…” When he received no reply, the lieutenant continued in a more sullen tone. “You can either take the offer or I’ll have to let you go.”

There were so many things that Nick wanted to say, wanted to shout at the top of his lungs yet at the same time it all made some sort of weird sense; perhaps it was the push he needed to start moving forward again? He could hardly find the motivation to care let alone argue why he should stay in his little rut there at the department and in that stupid apartment that seemed to get emptier each time he stepped inside. He wouldn’t question the verdict this time. For the passed eight months, that was how he had been living his life, and maybe even before then in some manner.

Nick couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty in a way. After all, it was his behavior had landed him in that situation. It was true what Cruso had said about his deterioration. Ever since the day he lost Valerie and James—for ‘good reason’, people always said, like they knew just exactly how he felt—it was just a matter of fact. Nevertheless, Nick couldn’t imagine things getting any worse than they already were; he was much too numb inside to put up a fight. He’d lost everything important to him in this world, and although it seemed like the perfect time to give up, he knew he could always consume himself with work.

The week whirled by in a blur, each day fused with the next; somehow feeling like an eternity. Nick had managed to pack about a third of his apartment, the things he could easily toss into a box that didn’t need to be carefully wrapped, clothes he wasn’t going to wear, and those stupid pillows Kelly thought were ‘cute’ that took up half the bed… Nick wondered if there was any remote chance of her coming back; not necessarily in hopes of working things out between them, but because she hadn’t left behind her stuff. He would have to tell her about the news sooner or later. He wasn’t exactly anticipating the moment when he would have to dial her number and hear her voice; it was a simple request, but Nick didn’t think he would be asking too much by hoping she’d be the one to show up first.

It didn’t matter, in any case, with the amount of things piling on his to-do list. He hadn’t even begun to look for an apartment closer to where this new department was located, and he sure as hell didn’t feel like getting on top of that either. There was no doubt that he would still be there for at least a couple of weeks, if not a month in order get things wrapped up. But the apartment was becoming more and more of a nuisance every day. Nick would glance up at any given moment in a random place and remember those seemingly insignificant moments with her, like the time in the kitchen when that meatball exploded. Even if he couldn’t explain how it happened, he recalled spending a while picking up the tiny pieces of meat from every corner. It wasn’t too bad as Kelly made him laugh, but he couldn’t deny the fact that those feelings were no longer there.

Yes, he loved her, at first; at least, that’s how it felt to him. And they got alongfor the most part, especially before he popped the question two months prior to the incident. When he, reluctantly, told Valerie about his plans to tell Kelly, she had given Nick their mother’s wedding band, which she’d kept over the years. She had most of their valuables: family photos, dinnerware, and clothing. They had to keep it in storage, however, and passed the key down to Nick when Valerie was no longer around.

It hurt, literally shot stabbing pains in his chest and made his head throb to think about it. His stomach still churned, every now and then forcing a bit of bile to the back of his throat, which he swallowed with a frown and Nick had to force himself to stop. When packing became a tedious job instead of the frivolous act of tossing junk into boxes, Nick gave up and glanced at the clock. The digital read in big numbers numbers: 12:49 AM and in less than 7 hours, he had a meeting with the man named Mike Reese. Unfortunately, this meant waking earlier to attend to his morning routine as, over the months, it had dwindled slightly. Kelly was the only one with enough guts to point this out, noting—whenever they met—that he looked “like a ragamuffin” as she so lovingly put it. As much as Nick couldn’t care, this time—for some reason—he would have to put a bit more effort into his appearance.

Upstairs in the bathroom, Nick tried to avoid looking at his reflection in the mirror. It made him sick, at times, to see what he had become. Instead, he reached to open the cabinet and retrieved two prescription bottles of medication the psychologist strongly insisted he tried. They’d put him on some kind of anxiety pills, which had been prescribed first, for when he was simply trying to function thosedays just after it had happened, but now he didn’t bother to take them anymore. The other bottle was a sleep-aid for those nights when the anxiety pills weren’t working so well; he still took those. They usually did the trick and he was gone within 15-20 minute, especially on an empty stomach. It had been a while since he’d taken them, but tonight seemed like a night as good as any to force himself to sleep with chemicals. He could just imagine what it would be like trying to get to sleep without them; lying there tossing and turning every other minute, staring at the ceiling while every single thought he could think of popped into his head. There will be none of that tonight, he thought and swallowed the tiny pill dry.

[Kitmitsu]

Story is no longer being worked on.

Then what was the need to delete it?

[Bun]

Then what was the need to delete it?

I need to revamp it later, it was shit and I want it to be a surprise. D:

And also plagiarism purposes. I actually had a bit of trouble with that recently, also another reason why I'm taking it down (not just here, but a couple different places) for an undetermined amount of time. I probably should've said "not being worked on at the moment."

[Moklin]

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[Bun]

Chapter Three

A woman with blonde hair pulled into a low ponytail sat behind the desk, rapidly tapping the keyboard at an impressive speed. She glanced up from the computer screen and flashed Nick a smile. To her left he spotted a nameplate that read ‘Anna Martins’.

Her greeting was filled with exuberance; a bit too much for Nick’s taste. “Hello. Can I help you?” To her left sat another woman, though a bit older, at the other end of the long desk. She didn’t look up from her work.

“I’m here to see Lieutenant Mike Reese. He should be expecting me.”

“Ah, you must be the new detective.” Anna glanced down at a stack of papers on a small, black shelf and grabbed a manila folder from the middle. She shot up from her chair, whispering something to the other woman and breezed around the corner towards the opening of the hall. “Follow me, please.” Nick trailed behind her down the maze of corridors, passing a number of men and women, some who returned his reserved gaze and smiled and some who did not. He wasn’t paying much attention to them, in any case, catching the way Anna’s ponytail swished from side-to-side against her back instead.

The building wasn’t exactly small, but it wasn’t as big as the department he had come from. The wide halls had been painted in a tranquil off-white color to match the tiled floor; it wasn’t much to look at—boring, if anything. Before he knew it, they had arrived at a door labeled with the lieutenant’s name and Anna rapt on the obscured glass. She waited until a voice called out to open the door, peeking inside.

“He’s here,” Anna said, but Nick couldn’t hear the lieutenant’s reply. The blonde took a step back and Anna moved aside to let him in. Mike Reese had already stood from his chair, smoothing out his suit as he approached with one hand extended which Nick shook.

“Please, have a seat,” Reese offered as he made his way back to his chair behind the desk. Once they were settled, he continued. “Right off the bat, I have to thank you for accepting the position. It really is a load off of my back and the department’s as well, Mr. McCarthy.”

Such a formality always made him uncomfortable. “Nick is fine.”

“Nick,” Reese echoed, nodding. “As you may already know, we’re in over our heads here and your presence and expertise will be not only a big help but a great asset. David tells me he is handing over one of his best men.”

Nick ignored the compliment and shrugged. “It’s not a problem.”

“Then I suppose, since you’re not exactly new to the game, we can just skip the unnecessary initiation protocol? Oh, by the way, did your lieutenant happen to mention that you’ll be working with a partner? I hope that’s all right…”

Cruso hadn’t said a word about anything of the sort. He’d been somewhat dubious about the entire transfer; adding a partner to the deal was not going to be the deciding factor that swayed him from the deal. “I don’t suppose it should be a problem.” Nick couldn’t say that for certain, only if it would help to speed things along.

Reese smiled and leaned over to press a button on the telephone. “Anna, could you send in detective Shaw, please?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied over the speaker.

Turning back, Reese felt the need to delve deeper into the issue. “As you said, it shouldn’t be a problem. Detective Shaw may not be your traditional per se, but he gets the job done and with minimal repercussions to the department. He’s a good, honest man and he's pretty easy to get along with.”

A set of knocks interrupted their one-sided conversation and the door was already opening before Nick could fully turn around in his chair. The very moment his eyes fell upon the man walking toward him and it was as though a switch had been flipped. Nick had seen him before, but he couldn’t, for the life of him, remember where. A dream, perhaps? No… The wide-eyed look on the blond’s face told him that he had made the connection as well.

“Oh, no way!”

As enthusiastic as the detective seemed to be, Nick could not share his sentiment. He was at a complete loss, and the expression he wore made that quite apparent.

“…You remember, don’t you?” detective Shaw said as he sat down in the only remaining chair next to Nick. “About a week ago, at the bar…?”

Then it hit him, at full force; every bit and piece he could remember came flooding back and Nick knew his face was flushing red.

Reese had been watching them, silently and with heartfelt amusement, the entire time and smiled when they turned their attention to him. “It seems as though you two have already met.”

“Yeah! Well, only briefly. It was the funniest thing. Anyway, it wasn’t official.”

“Then, here is your official introduction—Nick McCarthy, this is Gavin Shaw, the man you’ll be working with. Gavin, this is your new partner, Nick. There seemed to be some miscommunication in the process regarding your being paired together, but hopefully you'll work well together.”

“I don’t see why not,” Gavin replied with a grin. Nick shifted uncomfortably in his seat; it was almost a bit unnerving.

“Good. Then I’m entrusting him to you since I cannot stick around much longer—I’ve got a meeting to attend,” Reese explained, standing from his chair. Out in the hall now, before leaving, the lieutenant placed a reassuring hand on Nick’s shoulder to add one more thing. “Don’t look too nervous, you’re in good hands. I’ll be seeing you,” he said and quickly disappeared down the hall. Both Gavin and Nick did the same, though splitting off into opposite direction.

Their pace was slow and steady; Gavin meandered next to Nick with his hands shoved in his pockets. At first, there was an unnerving silence between them, but it only lasted for a moment until Gavin spoke up.

“What a coincidence that we would get paired like this,” he laughed, still enamored by the ironic twist of events. “I was a little concerned to leave you alone that night, but it would’ve been worse if I’d stayed.” A pair of hazel eyes darted in Nick’s direction; a look he caught yet dismissed. “It looks like you fared well, anyway.”

Down the last hall, they had come to a stop in front of a door. Gavin fished his keys out of his pocket and unlocked it, stepping aside to let the dark-haired man in first, then slipped in behind him.

“Well,” he sighed, leaning in the doorway with his hands crossed over his chest, “This is it. It’s small, I know, and drab, but we’ll probably spend most of our time in the field. We do share the room with a few more detectives; they’re usually on a different shift, but you’ll run into them, I’m sure. It’s more of a glorified storage unit than anything else, so feel free to utilize whatever you need.”

Nick ran the tip of his index finger over the top of the only empty desk and found himself zoning out again. It had been hard to concentrate on much of anything that day, though the night before his mind swam with hundreds of thoughts.

“Listen, uh…I know you just got here, but…you wouldn’t happen to be hungry, would you?”

For the first time, the first real connection, their eyes met. Nick didn’t need to say anything for Gavin to understand. He flashed his new partner a wicked smile and turned back into the hall. For some reason, Nick could not fight the feeling that things would get interesting.

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The small diner over looking the harbor was practically empty when they arrived, save for an older gentleman sitting at the counter sipping coffee. Gavin led them to a booth in the corner and the waitress appeared seconds later. She was an older woman, heavier set with bright red hair and jovial smile.

“I was wondering when you’d show your face again,” the woman said, smiling warmly at him. Her name tag read Agnes.

“Good to see you, too, Aggie. This is Nick McCarthy, my new partner.”

“Oh my,” Agnes beamed, smiling in an almost flirtatious manner. “It’s a pleasure to make you, Nick. You got yourself a handful here.”

“Stop it,” Gavin spat, waving off the comment.

“What? I’m just saying…”

Gavin rolled his eyes. “All right, I think that’s enough.”

Agnes shot the blond a look Nick had almost forgotten; a glare any man would cower under, with a hint of playful affection on the side. “I suppose you’ll have the usual then?”

“As always.”

“And for Nick?”

His brown eyes skimmed the choices; everything looked good. “…Actually, I’m not sure.”

“You should try the soup of the day. It’s clam chowder--delicious.”

“I’ll have that then,” Nick said, handing her the menu.

Gavin tilted his head back over the booth to thank her. The two exchanged grins as Agnes shuffled down the walkway lined with black and white checkered tile back behind the counter and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Would I be wrong in guessing you come here a lot?” Nick asked observantly.

“Let’s see,” Gavin began, exaggerating by counting on his fingers. “S’got to be the third time this week. But what can I say?” He smiled, and leaned forward to prop his elbows on the tabletop. “They’ve got some killer pancakes. Anyhoo, as much as I’d love to chitchat, we should probably get down to business. I know you haven’t had a chance to glance over the case file, but there’s really not much to read about. Because of the lack of a lead, I’m going to have to reexamine everything: evidence, suspects, witnesses—you name it."

“Should I take notes?” Nick joked, though he wasn’t expecting much of a response. Gavin continued.

“About 3 months ago, narcotics got a case involving a homicide. A handful of men were convicted for dirtying their hands with dealing, but we never could track down the suspect responsible for the murder. Then, all of a sudden, we got a bunch of tips in like crazy, but they all led to dead ends. We didn’t have much to go off of and had to put the case on hiatus for a couple of weeks. Now some people are slowly stepping forward, although I don’t know exactly what that’ll mean for us.”

Nearly 10 minutes later, Agnes appeared from the kitchen carrying two plates. She placed one in front of Gavin, which had a surprising amount of food piled on top, then carefully placed the steaming hot bowl of clam chowder in front of Nick. From her red and white striped pocket, she pulled out some crackers in a bag and placed them on the table, asking them if they needed anything more.

Both men glanced over their food before Agnes could take off again. Gavin eyed her mouthing the word ‘coffee’ with a pout tugging at his face. She playfully slapped the back of her hand against Gavin’s shoulder and excused herself only to return shortly with his drink. When she was gone again, Nick blew softly on his soup while Gavin dug right in, eagerly cutting into his pancakes with a fork.

“Right after this,” he said, shoving a piece into his mouth, “I’ve go’uh gir-” Gavin paused to chew and swallow, “a girl who said she’d be willing to talk. I haven’t had a chance to tell her I’d be bringing someone along, but I’m almost certain that won’t make a difference. She’ll be armed so you should watch yourself.”

“Gun?”

“Knife, most likely. And if she’s really wary, she’s got some guys on her back that could pose a big threat—they’ll have the guns.”

This made Nick frown. He wasn’t sure if he understood everything he was being told, other than he needed to make sure he should be on high alert.

“I know this seems a little over the top, but the guy we’re trying to track down is, obviously, dangerous. I guess the woman who’s agreed to meet with me has some information that could get him in some serious trouble. She’s asking for protection; that is, if she’s going to cooperate with us first. If we can provide that for her, then maybe...” Gavin downed a mouthful of pancakes with a swig of coffee and lightly padded the mess away with a napkin.

“I’ve done so much, reached out to so many people and it’s gotten me nowhere. And now I have to start all over again; although, I have to say, with a new partner, it could be interesting.”

The look in Gavin’s eyes as he said that caught Nick off guard and he softly choked on his soup. “…Just how many partners have you had?”

“I’m more of a do-it-yourself kinda guy, and the lieutenant will allow it on occasion, but there are others when he looks me in the eye, points a finger, shakes it and says, ‘It’s time to play nice, Gavin. Just admit you need some help!’”

Gavin laughed at the thought, but his enthusiasm was short lived when Nick didn’t respond in the manner he had hoped for. If anything, Nick seemed horrified.From the moment they collided at the bar, and in Reese’s office, Gavin could feel the tension radiating off of the man. Just the way the Nick carried himself was suggestive enough that there must be something more, something deep inside him boiling, ready to surface at any moment.

They finished their meals in a hurry, paid the tab and left a generous tip between the both of them. Agnes nodded as Nick eyed her in return, trailing out the door behind Gavin in his white button up shirt, long-sleeves rolled to his elbows, tan slacks, and loafers. Noticing a man was not something he did much. In fact, Nick had to remind himself not to think about how handsome the other detective really was. Most likely younger by only a few years and taller by an inch, Gavin had a fine body, tuned to the demands of his profession, enough that Nick had to force himself to put an end to those thoughts.

He hadn’t realized it until the car stopped in front of a row of run-down townhomes that they were at their destination. Nick slipped out of the car and squinted when the sun hit his eyes. He glanced down the street both ways to find children playing on the sidewalk and older folks sitting on their porches, staring. It couldn’t be any more obvious that a visit from two guys dressed in suits meant trouble. On the steps, Gavin had found an older woman who was pointing to the back of the house, but he shook his head at her gesture. With a little bit of convincing, another woman, though reluctant, came to stand in the doorway.

Every now and then, she would glance to the street as though she were waiting for someone. It was just as unnerving for the detectives as well, to which they both conferred it would be best to get inside the house. The woman scurried into the hall first, not bothering to wait for them to follow, but they stayed in the entryway close to the door.

“Cynthia, you need to talk to us or we can’t protect you.”

“He’s gonna show up; I know it.”

“If anyone comes here it’ll be his friends. Do you really think he would put himself out there when he knows the cops are on his tail? We could be the ones to intercept them, so, please, don’t jerk me around like this.”

“You know what’s gonna happen,” the woman insisted, hugging herself in an attempt to calm her trembling. “He’ll send those people after me once he figures out I’m talkin’ to you guys.” She frowned and shook her head. “I can’t do this.”

Gavin stepped in closer, placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and leaned down to meet her gaze. “Yes you can,” he said. Still standing in front of the door, Nick watched as his partner tried to console and encourage the woman. “If you help us, we can help you.”

“No,” she shook her head once more, this time with more resolution than the first. “You should leave.”

Heavy steps sounded up the front stairs to the porch and a thunderous crack echoed in the hall. Nick barely had any time to react to the door swinging at him. He was struck hard in the back, throwing him off balance. Nick stumbled forward and collided headfirst with the doorway leading to the den. Gavin, on the other hand, had instinctively drawn out his weapon and aimed at the two men pointing theirs at him.

“Put the gun down!” Gavin spoke in a stern voice. He glanced to his side to make sure Nick was alright, but couldn’t break his aim. The sight of blood dripping down Nick’s forehead made the situation even worse.

“Wait a minute!” Cynthia shouted and stepped in between the chaos. “What the fuck are you guys doing here? I thought I said to wait for me!”

“Tell this nigga’ t’get his gun outta my face!” the taller, darker one spat, thrusting his gun forward over the small woman holding him back. His finger itched, gently squeezing the trigger, ready to unload at any moment.

On the floor, Nick turned himself over to lean against the wall and Gavin could no longer ignore what had happened. Instead of holding his stance, he turned his back on the men and leaned in closely to inspect the wound on Nick’s brow.

“You alright?” Gavin asked, holding his partner steady when he swayed a bit.

Nick nodded in reply, despite the throbbing in his head. Cynthia had already managed to calm her friends down enough that they were no longer aiming their weapons, but they still looked tense.

Gavin spoke warily, returning his gun to its holster hidden by the flap of his long coat. “All we’re trying to do here is find some middle ground, and maybe exchange a little information. But this really isn’t working out…” He glanced at Nick who was still bleeding, though quickly regaining his sense of awareness. They would have to get that wound tended to and reschedule this meeting in a secure location.

The taller man holstered his weapon having been persuaded enough that there was no reason to have them waving them about. “Good…that’s good…” Gavin said. “We’re here to help both of you to the best of our abilities. We want to help Cynthia; we want to protect her so you don’t have to put your asses on the line when they come around looking for her.”

The two men glanced at each other again, silently conversing.

“Okay,” the taller one replied. “We’re listening.”

~

“You should really get this checked out by someone who knows what they’re doing,” Gavin said, sitting in the back seat of the car facing Nick as he tended to the wound on his forehead. Luckily, there had been a first aid kit in the trunk. Nick flinched slightly at his partner’s touch, but otherwise braved the sting. “You might need stitches.”

“I’ll be fine,” Nick replied and hissed softly. “Head wounds always bleed a lot.”

“Hold still.”

“Tsk…that hurts!”

“Don’t be such a baby,” Gavin scoffed, rolling his eyes. He hadn’t meant anything by it other than for to hold Nick still and slipped one hand around the man’s neck while the other hand wiped away the now dried blood. Gavin quickly realized what he had done and was about to pull away when the thought became too suspicious. If he reacted on instinct, it would be painfully obvious, so he couldn’t do that. Instead, he focused on the task of getting the band-aid on properly. “There.”

Nick sat back in the seat and gingerly tapped his brow.

“You sure you don’t want to get it checked out?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine. We should be heading back anyway,” Nick answered, perhaps even a bit hastily than he meant it to be, and opened the back door. Gavin waited a moment before Nick slipped into the passenger’s side to take his place behind the wheel. They were on the road in seconds, no more questions asked.

- -


Bleary eyed and sore from having been staring at a computer screen for nearly two hours and Gavin returned to the office only to find Nick still sitting at his desk. The man was staring at something and snapped his eyes up to meet Gavin’s gaze.

“You’re still here? I thought you’d be going home by now.”

“Why would you think that?”

“…Well, it’s about a forty minute drive up north. I figure you’d want to be home before,” Gavin glanced at the clock on the wall, “Ten.”

Nick paused to check the time for himself and tossed the manila folder back on the desk that had been lying on his lap. He stood from the chair, plucked his keys out of the top drawer and went for his coat hanging on the rack near the door.

“How’s the, uhh…?” Gavin pointed to his own brow, but was already focused on reading something he had found lying on top of his desk.

“A bit sore, but I’ll live,” Nick replied.

“I should hope so…”

With his hand on the knob, Nick hesitated before leaving. He thought he should say goodbye or something of the sort and was thankful when Gavin did the honor for him. Luckily, being around the blond wasn’t as awkward as he thought he would, if only for the fact that Gavin had a strong personality. The man forced himself out there, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It made being his partner that much easier.

“I’ll see you in the morning then?” Gavin asked. He sat back in his chair, feet propped on the desk with his legs crossed. He wouldn’t pry any further into Nick’s business out of respect for the fact that they’d just met. But it was something he was definitely interested in.

“Yeah, tomorrow morning.” With watchful eyes, Gavin stared as Nick turned to head into the hall and the door clicked shut behind him.

[Bun]

Chapter Three (cont.)

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As anticipated, Nick arrived at the empty apartment sometime around ten. He hadn’t been paying too much attention to the time because it simply didn’t faze him. He’d lost track of when seven turned to eight and eight turned to nine, and now he was home again dodging boxes scattered about the entryway as he slipped into the living room. Nick was just about to toss his jacket onto the couch and had one finger tucked into the knot of his tie when he spotted a figure standing in front of him. She seemed to be a bit distressed by the look on her face, hardly fazed by the wound on Nick’s forehead, much more concerned about the boxes.

“What’s going on here?” the woman asked.

“…Kelly.”

“What are all these boxes for?”

Nick braced himself for what he knew was about to come, sucking in a deep breath through his nose and straightened his back as he walked passed her to toss his keys on the counter. He was not in the mood to deal with this and most certainly had no desire to explain what she had voluntarily walked away from.

“Are you moving?”

“No, I’m trying this new minimalist thing, so I thought I’d get rid of all my stuff,” he joked, but she didn’t share his sarcasm. Kelly said nothing in reply and when their gazes met, Nick just shrugged. “I was transferred.”

“Transferred?!” Kelly yelped as though she was allowed to be surprised. “But why? And where to?”

With his back facing her, Nick wondered aloud, “I don’t see why this should be any of your concern…”

“Of course it should. We’re engaged after all.”

“I thought you were passed that idea?”

“Nick,” she whined. He hated it when she whined but he couldn’t, no, didn’t want to fight her.

“To the southern precincts,” he sighed and muttered. It would take a miracle to get her out of the apartment, but anything Nick could do to speed the process was worth it. “I have to be out of here by the end of the month and I’m not even close to having half of this place packed up.” Nick paused to gather his thoughts, immediately changing the subject. “Why are you here, Kelly?”

A frown pulled at her brow as she inched closer. “Because I was worried about you. I said some things that I didn’t really mean and now that I’ve had some time to think about it, about us, I want to try and work things out…”

She was within arms reach and Nick was finding it increasingly difficult keep his hands off of her. He had heard every apology she could spout after their constant fighting. As badly as he wished she would go, he wanted nothing more than to pull her body close to his, take in the scent he’d become so familiarized with and forget about what happened. But when he turned the idea over in his mind, the thought didn’t seem to be as appealing as it once had.

Kelly tilted her head down to force him to look at her. It made his blood boil. How could she waltz in there like nothing had happened and act so sweetly, so innocently? Suddenly he wished he hadn’t come home from work, wished he’d stayed at the department instead.

“Please, don’t do this right now…”

“Do what?”

“This!” Nick barked and walked around her, putting some space between them. “You always do this, and I end up falling for it, but I don’t want to this time.”

“You don’t want to what? You’re not making any sense.”

“I don’t care! It doesn’t matter anymore. I just…I can’t handle it; not tonight,” he said with an ease that amazed even him. Although he could tell just by the look on her face that Kelly wanted to object—she didn’t, for whatever reason. Nick didn’t care to understand and watched as she reluctantly made her way to the entryway.

Kelly turned to face him with her hand gripping the knob, pausing as though she had something else to say. She refrained, however, feigning defeat in her green eyes and then disappeared through the front door.

[Bun]

Chapter Four


Kelly’s unexpected visit had been enough motivation for Nick to get a significant portion of packing finished; though the lack of evidence in the case, witnesses, suspects and tips gave him some free time as well. He had no arguments when Gavin insisted he get his personal business settled before fully immersing himself into work. It would give Nick a chance to spend as much time as he could unaccompanied, and that was all he wanted for the moment.

As much of a hassle as boxing the apartment started out to be; Nick could hardly believe how empty it felt as he neared the end of his task. Just a short time ago, the place had been warm and inviting, a safe haven fit for parties or something as simple as reading a book in the sunlight that shown through the tall windows, but now it was not that at all. Nick tried not to picture the place where Kelly was staying, whether it was with a friend or family; another man, maybe? Just the mere thought made him upset. It was at that moment when he decided not to stay there. He thought it best to rent a motel room in the city for as long as it would take to get things done, and brought only what he needed to a small place on the harbor.

The building was aged, reminiscent of the architecture from back when he was a child; a two-story building that sat on a sizeable lot and cheap enough that he could afford. An older man greeted him as he stepped in the front entry—the owner, perhaps—who remained silent and let the young girl behind the counter handle the transaction.

“Hi there! How can I help you?”

“I need a room for a few days.”

“Okay then.” She turned to the computer and began typing without having to look at her hands. “We’ve got a couple rooms available…number 12 on the first floor closest to the office, but there’s also number 28, which just opened up. It’s on the second floor. Do you know how many days you plan on staying?”

“Not sure,” Nick replied in a monotonous tone, fishing his wallet out of his back pocket. “28 is upstairs, you said?”

“Yeah. It’s still being cleaned, but I can have it ready by 3:00 PM.”

“I’ll take it.”

“Will that be cash or credit?”

“Credit.”

“If I could see your card and a form of picture ID, please?”

Nick set both his card and driver’s license onto the counter between them; deliberately avoiding eye contact with the picture of the woman is his wallet. The young girl entered some more information into the computer and glanced between him and the screen.

“We have a couple of complimentary services if you’re interested: breakfast, laundry, newspaper…”

“Just the paper is fine…”

After a brief moment, something began to print out behind her and she handed Nick his card and ID.

“Alright, Mr. McCarthy, you’re in room number 28 and it will be ready at 3:00 PM today. I will see you then!”

He tried to meet her enthusiasm with a half-hearted smile, but could barely manage even that. More than ready to get out of there, away from the cheery brunette, Nick headed straight for the department.

- -

When he arrived, it was a bit early though not early enough to beat his partner. Gavin was sitting at his desk, still sporting his trench coat. He was in the middle of turning off the computer screen and rose from his seat when Nick moved across the room to settle at his desk.

“Don’t get comfortable just yet. We’ve got a stiff on our hands,” Gavin said, snatching a couple files out of one of the cabinets against the wall and headed for the door. Nick just stared at him, surprised to have a break in the case, and after only a week, but somewhere deep in the pit of his stomach he felt somewhat reluctant to accompany his partner—for what reason he was not sure.

- -

Nick’s body tensed the moment he laid eyes on the outside of the apartment building. He could feel his legs moving under him, directing his body forward closely behind Gavin who walked with long, determined strides, yet the urge to run back to the car continued to engulf him. Nick hadn’t been on too many crime scenes—of this caliber, in any case—for a few months. After being forced to take a bout of temporary leave, he had to be slowly eased back into work, despite having demanded they let him return to the way things were before. Now, after assuming the progress he had made really meant something, it was falling to pieces. His breath caught in his throat, his chest tightened and his stomach turned. Just when he thought he might give into the fear, he quickly realized that Gavin had stopped dead in his tracks in front of him.

“You okay?” the blond asked. Gavin was standing very close, almost uncomfortably so.

Nick sucked in a deep breath of air before replying and nodded, hoping this bout of anxiety would pass before Gavin had enough time to read into it. They strode up the staircase and in through the entryway when Nick managed to gain some composure, only to walk into a complete and utter mess.

“Holy crap,” Gavin whispered, standing face to face with a picture that had been smashed in, hanging askew on the wall. A uniformed officer greeted them and shook their hands.

“Detective Shaw…”

Gavin nodded. Apparently, they knew each other. “My partner, Nick McCarthy,” he said, motioning behind him. “Who else are you expecting?”

“Some people from narcotics,” the detective said; more detectives meant more trouble, but it wouldn’t be any of their concern at the moment.

“I see. What’d you find?”

“Mostly marijuana—we’re still tallying that up—but a significant amount of cocaine and pills as well. We found a couple of lines in the bedroom that were being used. From the looks of it, I’d say we’ve got a dealer on our hands.”

“That much?” –enough to constitute the man a drug dealer—“Where’s the body?”

“In here.” They were led down a hallway to a bedroom that was being tended to by the forensics team. “We haven’t bagged her yet, but we’ll have to soon. I figure the whole scenario went something like this: she was using when the attackers came. We found some shoe prints on the tile in the entryway, albeit smeared; it’s pretty obvious there are two different sets. It looks like she put up quite a fight by the mess in the hall, which led them to the bedroom. Now, we’re not too sure about what happened in here, but judging by the marks on her body, they roughed her up a bit. There’re scratches, bruises, some broken fingernails and some dried blood under them. She wasn’t killed by any blunt force trauma as far as we can tell just by looking at her, no gunshot or knife wound. From the looks of it…I’d say she was strangled, maybe, and the drugs weren’t helping either.”

“Has she been identified yet?” Nick asked and bravely circled the bed to get a different angle. His nerves weren’t so bad when he forced them back down. After all, he had a job to do. The young African American woman was on her back on the bed, limbs lying in awkward positions. She wore a peach colored tank top, but her bottom half was covered by the sheets.

“Yeah. Her name is Mindy Carlisle, 26 years old. Doesn’t live here, though; at least that’s what it says on her driver’s license. Supposedly, she lives off of I-95 out west. The only things I found in her purse were a couple condoms and some paraphernalia, but not much else. She was probably a hooker or something.”

“…How long until the coroner arrives?”

The detective glanced at his watch and sighed. “’Bout 5…10 minutes tops. Since we’ve got a troop of people needing to be here, we don’t want everyone in at the same time. Forensics will be hanging for a while, though, so try to keep out of their way and don’t touch anything you don’t need to…you know the drill.”

“Thanks,” Gavin said and turned to find Nick leaning in closer, staring at something. He watched as his partner frowned, and instead of inspecting the body, found himself studying Nick. “By your intense concentration, I’d say you’ve picked up a scent, Lassie.”

“I think…” Nick began, ignoring the joke and shifted into a different position. He couldn’t tell exactly what he was looking at and needed to get a closer look. A box of gloves sat on top of the waist-high bureau, only snatching one to pull over his right hand. This time, Nick came to his knees, eye-level with the woman’s body and pointed at something that stuck out from under her. “I think there’s a condom under here.”

Gavin knelt down beside him. “Well I’ll be damned,” he said. “It looks like it’s been used.”

“There’s blood on it, too.” Nick looked up and glanced around the room, spotting a young man holding a camera. “Hey,” Nick called out. “The body’s been photographed already, right?”

“Yeah.”

“There’s something under here I’d like to get a closer look at.”

“Sure,” the younger man nodded and fetched one of his fellow team members. Nick snatched a latex glove from a box in one of the toolboxes, waiting until he got the go ahead after every pertinent piece of information was recorded.

He barely had to lift the left side of the victim’s torso to pull the object out from under her, but a closer look confirmed their suspicions. “The blood is on the outside,” Gavin noted. “Probably hers.”

“It’s definitely been used,” Nick said as he left it to the team to collect and properly label. He slipped the glove off of his hand, disposing of it and stepped back to take one good look at the room before getting to work.

“Well,” Gavin slapped him on the shoulder, “Ready to do this?”

- -

Another hour gone and the idea of taking a break sounded more than tempting. Nick sighed heavily, leaned back in his chair and combed his hands through his hair. He wanted nothing more than to curl up somewhere and sleep, if only for a few minutes, but there was much to be done. Alone inside the room, Nick had parked himself at the table against the wall closest to the door; a box with the victim’s name sat in front of him, as well as a mess of envelopes.

He glanced up when the door swung opened and Gavin appeared, most likely having just gotten back from dealing with other matters.

“Find anything interesting?”

“They’re just love letters, from what I gather,” Nick replied; his tone sounded a bit thwarted by the fact.

“Something juicy, I hope?” Gavin asked with a smirk and sat across the table from Nick.

“I checked it earlier and we’re almost positive this is Mindy’s handwriting. It matches a note that was found in her purse, but we’ve yet to get that fully confirmed. But, going with the assumption, the letters are made out to a guy named Syd. They get pretty intense, so I assume they must have some sort of romantic connection.”

Gavin frowned and pursed his lips, repeating the name aloud.

“…Did you find out who the owner of the apartment was?”

“No, actually, I didn’t.”

“No?”

Sighing, Gavin leaned further against the back of the chair. He was tired from the looks of it as well. “When I confronted the landlord about tracking down the tenant, he started acting weird, hesitant almost. Turns out he was hiding the fact that the name on the rental agreement is a fake. The rest of his information is still being tacked down, but I’m sure something else is going on. Whoever owns the apartment is living in it under an assumed identity, and until we can find out who, the only thing we can rely on is what forensics found at the scene.”

Yet another thing to add to the list of obstacle.

“Well, whoever it is, it’s probably not the guy living in the apartment. I got a sense, judging by some of the things that were said in these letters, that whoever this Syd guy is might be a secret; it kind of sounds as though she’s trying to be inconspicuous about it.”

“Love affair, maybe?”

Nick shrugged. It was a possibility, but they had no clue who they were dealing with; just the thought made his head throb.

“You look tired,” Gavin pointed out. Nick hadn’t realized it until the blond spoke up that he’d been staring at him and shot his gaze back to the letters. “You’ve done enough today. Why don’t you head home?”

Earlier, Nick had excused himself to check into the motel, which is when they had parted ways. He hadn’t bother to tell Gavin what business it was he departing to tend to, however, and thought it somewhat pertinent to let the man know that he would be in town, at least for the week.

“I uh, got myself a motel room, actually,” Nick said. He busied himself with collecting the letters instead of having to make eye contact with his partner. “I did all the packing I could at the apartment; thought I might as well stay in town to take care of a few things.”

“Oh, well, that’s a good idea.” Now a heavy awkwardness hung in the air—it was getting personal. Gavin shifted upright again, but couldn’t meet Nick’s gaze. “You do have to find a place to live, after all. Have you started looking yet?”

“Not really…”

“I guess you have been busy.” Silence blanketed the room, ringing loudly in Nick’s ears. He wasn’t exactly up for a friendly chat with this man he’d known for a little over a week, but Gavin didn’t seem to be pushing the subject too hard…or so he thought. “I know this may sound forward, but I could point you right direction as to where you might want to be looking. It’s a lot of work when you don’t know the area, but I wouldn’t mind making the task a bit easier.”

It certainly was forward and definitely not something Nick expected to hear. How could Gavin have become so comfortable to suggest such a thing? With what courtesy he could muster, Nick felt the only thing he could do was decline the offer, but he didn’t know how. In fact, he wasn’t even sure if he had the guts to.

“I don’t know…that’s asking a lot of you. I can take care of things myself…”

“Well, tomorrow is going to be slow and then comes the weekend. Might as well utilize what resources you have before things get crazy again. When those tests get back, I’m sure we’ll be in over our heads.” Gavin stood from the table and was heading for the door before Nick could stop him. “Just think about it. You can give me a call if you want. It’s not a problem, so whenever’s good for you.”

Nick wanted to say something; he wanted to tell Gavin not to bother yet the words were just not there; and then he was gone, out the door, down the hall before Nick even had a chance. He let out a sigh, alone again. This would definitely be on his mind for the rest of the night…

- -

The lingering smell of spaghetti greeted Gavin as he stepped inside the apartment, shutting the door behind him. It made him feel somewhat guilty for coming home so late, and even more so when the man appeared from around the corner still sporting his black chefs apron.

“I’m sorry, Cole,” Gavin apologized immediately, setting his keys on the small table in the entryway.

“I drive an hour to come see you and don’t even have the decency to call and tell me you’ll be home late,” the taller man said; a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned in the doorway of the kitchen, watching as Gavin grab a bottle of water out of the fridge.

“I know I should’ve called, but we had a break in the case this morning and I lost track of time…” He was at the cupboard now, rummaging between the mugs for something way in the back.

Cole shook his head and sighed. “I don’t even know why I bother anymore.”

“If it’s any consolation, dinner smells like it would’ve been great.” Finally, Gavin found the bottle of Tylenol he was looking for and popped two of them into his mouth followed by a swig of water. He threw his head back to help coax the pills down his throat and braced himself over the counter as it settled. He hadn’t noticed that Cole had moved behind him, but nearly jumped when he felt a pair of hands snaking around his waist. Suddenly, Gavin could feel Cole’s body push against his back, trapping him in between the counter.

“I would have preferred to eat it with you,” Cole murmured softly. He pressed his lips against the crook of Gavin’s neck, making the shorter man sigh. As busy a day as Gavin had, he couldn’t very well turn his back on the chance to spend at least the rest of the night with Cole. Tomorrow morning, he would be catching a flight to Los Angeles and their visits were scarce enough already.

“You’ve already missed dinner,” Cole began. Turning in his arms, Gavin faced the taller man. “Come to bed with me?” Gavin nodded without hesitation. He took his hand in the other man’s and led them straight to the bedroom without a word. Although dark, there was enough light shining through the window to know where to place his hands. They stood at the foot of the bed, Cole took Gavin into his arms to resume what they had put on hold in the kitchen––a kiss, much more eager than before.

Gavin wasted no time in kicking off his shoes, and before he knew it, they were on the bed. Gavin watched fixedly as Cole inched up his body, crawling over him like a predator ready to take the final move on his prey. He met those big blue eyes and Gavin could’ve sworn he spotted a mischievous twinkle in them.

[Bun]

Chapter Five

The house they pulled up to was located off of the freeway, as the victims identification indicated; a small, 2-story, dwelling with chipping white paint and a dark roof. The grass out front was greenish brown, though neatly trimmed and one car sat out in the driveway covered in dew.

Gavin stepped away from the door after knocking a few times, then an older woman with features reminiscent of the victim answered. “Mrs. Carlisle?”

“Yes…?”

“My name is detective Shaw,”—a flash of identification—“My partner, detective McCarthy. I believe you were informed we would be dropping by. This isn’t a bad time, is it?”

“Oh, no…come in,” she replied, stepping aside so they could enter the house.

“I’m very sorry about your daughter.”

“…Thank you.” The woman paused, wearing a solemn expression. Her face was drooping, the whites of her eyes were red and dark circles shadowed them; quite obviously, she had lost a bit of sleep in the last few days. From the doorway, Mrs. Carlisle led them to the small den where she offered them a seat. Both Nick and Gavin took a place on the couch. “You saw her, didn’t you? You’re the detectives overseeing her case?”

“That’s right.”

“I was only asked to identify the body, but they never gave me all the details. Can you tell me…did she suffer or was she…?”

“Uh…” Unsure of how to answer, Gavin glanced over his shoulder at Nick who returned the look, just as clueless as he was. “Well, we haven’t received the findings of the toxicology report yet, but according to a suspect we just interviewed she had been using. While we don’t know how she reacted to them on a regular basis, it’s very plausible she was unaware or at least numb to what was happening.”

“I see;” a small smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She seemed to be happy to hear that. “Then I suppose the drugs were good for one thing.”

“She was a drug addict, I’m assuming?”

“Completely. They took over her life, got us into some money problems trying to take care of her, but we were just as much to blame. The councilor called it enabling. I guess he was right.”

“Did she live at the apartment she was found in?”

“No, it was her boyfriend’s…”

“Then she lived here?”

“She did until I kicked her out.”

“Did she tell you where she was going after this happened?”

“She couldn’t have made it clearer if she wrote it in the sky. She was always telling me how bad of a mother I was, that her ‘man’ treated her so much better and actually cared about her. It broke my heart to hear her say that to my face. And I hated having to tell her no, but it was just a bunch of drama we didn’t need.” The older woman chuckled with a hint of scorn behind it. “I thought for sure it would be the drugs that took my baby from me…”

“…Mrs. Carlisle, about your daughter’s boyfriend, Jackie Oleander?”

“I hate that name,” she spat.

“Have you ever met Jackie before?”

“No, but Mindy would always talk about him; she was in love with him and couldn’t see anything else. I knew exactly what he was doin’, too, ‘cause of all the gossip around town—some friends of mine, their kids are junkies, too. But I got to know the name differently.”

“To your knowledge, was she using before she met Jackie?”

Mrs. Carlisle frowned and looked away, racking her brain for the answer. “I don’t think so. She could have been doing other things, lighter stuff, but there was a big change when they were together. I’m pretty sure he was the one who got her hooked. I know it was her choice in the end, but if she’d found herself a decent man she might still be here.”

“Did she ever talk to you about him? Mention anything in regards to his line of work? Friends? Anything personal?”

“…Well, at first, when I thought she was clean. Nothing was complicated and we got along and talked, but it was never anything about what Jackie did, just how happy she was with him. As soon as she started showing signs that she’d been using, we started to drift apart. The only time she came back home was when she didn’t have any money or needed a place to stay for the night.”

“So you never heard anything about him?”

“Nothing more than a stranger would know.”

“Did she ever mention a man by the name of Sydney Park?”

It was hard to tell by the look on her face what Mrs. Carlisle was thinking. She’d stopped talking and shot a few hesitant glances to the kitchen doorway. The older woman didn’t excuse herself when she stood up from the couch and left Gavin and Nick wondering where she was headed. She returned after a few moments to hand the blond a piece of paper with something scribbled on it.

“I thought the name sounded familiar…do you think it’s him?”

Syd was all it said, followed by a number.

“Maybe,” Gavin replied and asked her if he could keep it. She nodded.

“Mindy had so many friends calling the house, and at all hours, too. It drove me nuts. I had to unplug the phones from the wall at one point.”

“I see…”

He finished writing something on a notepad he kept before realizing there wasn’t much else the woman could do for them, and she knew by the silence that had fallen over them. Gavin then stood from the couch and so did Nick, ready to pursue the next route.

“Thank you, Mrs. Carlisle.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t be much of a help,” she said, stopping at the front door.

“Quite the contrary,” Gavin smiled and turned to leave but was stopped when she added one more thing.

“Whoever did this…I want you to catch them and throw them behind bars for what they did to Mindy…”

Gavin simply nodded, not wanting to promise anything and followed Nick down the walkway back to where their car sat parked on the other side of the street. Inside, they both buckled up and sat in the car before taking off; listening to the engine humming softly. After a few moments, Gavin pulled into traffic but headed the opposite way of the department.

“Where are we going?” Nick asked. The further they drove, the less idea he had of where he was.

“I want to show you something,” was Gavin’s only reply, but the smirk he wore was slightly unnerving.

- -

Nick glanced at his partner and then to the quaint, 2-story brick building they had parked in front of. “What is this—?”

“I thought, since we have some time before we have to head back to the department, that you could get a head start on the apartment hunting.”

“Gavin…why did you do this?”

“Because, I know you’re working your ass off and there’s got to be no way you’re able to spare enough time to actually look for a place. Wouldn’t want you to settle for some atrocity you found online and never even got to see before you moved in.”

As shocked and speechless as Nick was, he knew Gavin had a point. Still, the gesture seemed like quite a stretch.

“You really didn’t have to do this.”

“I know I didn’t, but I wanted to,” the blond said, killing the engine. “Besides, I know some people that feed off of recommendations; it’s the only way their tenants get a lease and they’ll have nothing else if not an extensive background and credit check.”

“This has got to be too good to be true.”

“Not necessarily. They just want to preserve the idea of a peaceful community, and they manage to keep the real estate business alive by doing so; the neighborhoods are pretty nice. Hell, it’s how I found my place. Been there about 4 years now.”

“…Gavin, seriously.”

“Well, we’re already here.” Gavin laughed, unbuckled himself and went to step out of the car. “Come on!”
- -

A woman in her late fifties stood on the steps, waiting for them. She wore a dark dress and long peacoat that reached the hem, black stockings and a scarf to match. Gavin stepped up to her first, extending a hand which she shook and did the same with Nick.

“Susan? Thank you for meeting us.”

“It’s not a problem,” she said with a smile, then turned to Nick. “Now that we’re all here, shall we?”

~

“…The total size of this unit 820 square feet. It has hardwood floors throughout; two bedrooms—master and guest, though the latter is a tad bit smaller; one and a half bath, living and dining room, fireplace, central air conditioning…”

“This is too much,” Nick began to say when Gavin placed a hand on his shoulder and interrupted his train of thought.

“Don’t reject it so fast. There’s still a lot more to see!” he said, moving into another room with an enthusiasm like Nick hadn’t seen since he watched those home videos of Christmas day.

“You should listen to your friend,” Susan agreed and hooked an arm around Nick’s. “Come to the balcony with me. You can see the harbor from here.” She slid out from under his arm to pull the sliding glass door open and stepped aside to let Nick out first. “My husband owns a boat and keeps it just off into the distance. Sometimes you can see the mast on a clear day, through the others. It seems impossible, I know, but he’s tied a big red bow around it for me. Do you like the water, Mr. McCarthy?”

“It’s not so bad. I grew up in Seattle on Elliot Bay.”

“Ah, yes. I haven’t been there myself, but my husband travels extensively. He sends me postcards every time he’s there and it looks beautiful.”

“It is.”

“I hope to go myself one day,” Susan said as she glanced over the rooftops of the other buildings. She finally turned to face him, leaning on one elbow against the same wrought iron railing that was out front. “You seem like a very nice young man, Mr. McCarthy.” Susan turned to face him, pausing a moment to gather her thoughts. She lowered her tone as if intending to keep it a secret between them. “I won’t say this to all of my customers, but there’s something about you… Even if you don’t choose this particular unit, I hope you find one that you’ll be able to enjoy.” Susan snickered softly. “Your friend seems eager to help you, anyway.”

That made Nick smile, though he tried to fight it back. She was an odd woman, for sure, but managed to get a chuckle out of him. They were soon interrupted by Gavin who joined them out in the freezing cold temperatures.

“There you guys are. What are you doing out here? I thought we came to see the place and you’ve only been through the living room so far.”

“All right, all right,” Nick sighed, following his partner back inside. For once in a long time, longer than he could remember, Nick let out a genuine laugh. So much time had passed since his loss that he wasn’t sure if he was even capable of doing it anymore, but it felt good to allow himself such a simple pleasure.

After seeing the rest of the apartment and calculating a few numbers, Nick left with Susan Whitaker’s business card and followed Gavin back to his car. He was surprised to find the next few places they visited to be so close, and thoroughly enjoyed each of them in some way or another. It was the fact that he wasn’t going to be picky about the decision that made it harder for Nick to side on one specifically. The only thing he wanted was to get away from that old apartment, and that left him with a handful of options.

The day eventually wound down and they’d seen everything they set out to see.

Back in the car, Gavin waited, letting the engine run idle to get things warmed up.

“I know you’ve been forced to spend the whole day with me,” the blond began, “but it’s been hours and you’ve got to be hungry.”

“I could go for something to eat,” Nick replied, though it surprised Gavin to see how easily the dark-haired man opened to the idea. He’d been so reserved and unwilling for the first week, but there was no doubt in Gavin’s mind that he was beginning to wear off on him.

“Well, I’m a man of many tastes and I don’t think Aggie works on Saturday’s. There’s a nice, quiet little restaurant a couple blocks over if you’re interested?”

“Sounds good to me...” Nick murmured and stared out the window.

- -

Compared to the hole-in-the-wall diner Gavin took him to the first time, this restaurant was on the other end of the scale and Nick could’ve sworn he felt a painful ache coming from his wallet. He said nothing, however, following the waitress to their secluded table.

“So, which one do you like best?” Gavin asked, speaking as he read through the menu.

Nick glanced up at the man, unsure of what he was referring to and that seemed to be written all over his face.

“Of the apartments!”

“Right,” Nick said with a nod. He placed his menu down in front of him, having already made up his mind before they arrived.

“Well?”

He found himself at a loss and shrugged instead. “I don’t know. They were all livable.”

“Livable?” Gavin laughed at his choice of words. “In all honesty, and this is just my opinion, but, I think you should go with the first one. It’s a great price, good neighborhood, still in the downtown area and wow, the view?”

“It was pretty nice.”

“Pretty nice? Hell, if you don’t take it I might just break my lease and snatch it up myself,” he joked and smiled when the waitress returned. She took their orders without having to write it on a pad and quickly scurried away again. “Not that it’s any of my business to be pushing you, but it’s obviously a steal.”

“Yeah..."

Gavin spotted it as soon as it hit; that gloomy cloud that seemed to linger whenever Nick got in one of those moods. He’d seen it before when they first pulled up to the apartment, but for a few hours, it seemed to disappear. Now, Nick was thinking again. About what, though, was beyond Gavin. He couldn’t outright ask what it was that was bothering the man—with anyone else, of course, but not Nick. For now, he would have to keep their conversation light hearted, and wracked his brain for something else they could focus on in hopes of bringing Nick out of the rut he’d fallen into.

~

The door closed shut behind him and the window rolled down before he could walk off Scott free without saying a word. Nick turned to glance into the car as Gavin leaned over the passenger seat.

“I, uh…thanks.”

“It was my pleasure,” Gavin replied, smiling. “I’ll see you on Monday then?”

Nick nodded. “Monday it is.” The window rolled up and the car drove away, disappearing into the traffic that whizzed by. A powerful chill racked through Nick’s body and he shivered violently, hunching his shoulders up to brace the cold. He wasted no time rushing back to his room to get warm.

[Bun]

Chapter Six

As always, Gavin arrived a bit earlier than his partner, which gave him some time to get settled in before they would need to get down to business. He hung his coat on the rack and went to his desk to boot up his computer, then pulled open the top drawer of his desk in hopes of finding the report he wasn’t sure where he’d left two days prior. Around his area and in the far corners of the office, Gavin searched high and low, but to no avail. He figured he would try looking in Nick’s area having turned up empty handed and began to shuffle around the desk when his eyes drifted to a picture sitting near the pencil holder.

“Hey, Gavin, I didn’t see you come in,” a voice said. The detective glanced up to find Scorsani walking into the office. “When’d you get here?”

Jim Scorsani was his name, one of the fellow detectives he and Nick shared the office with. He was a married man, however, and spent what free time he could at home. It wasn’t a rarity to cross paths, when they were stuck at the department filing papers or attending meetings, but it was certainly not as much as Gavin saw Nick.

“Just now.”

“Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you—how is that new partner of yours? I’ve only met him once, officially, and we see each other every now and then, but I haven’t really had a chance to talk to him. He seems kinda closed off.”

Jim’s assumption wasn’t far off from the truth, but with being the overbearing individual Gavin was, it didn’t take much to get through.

“He’s a nice guy,” Gavin said, catching sight of the picture of the woman sitting on Nick’s desk. He knew he’d seen her before, though he couldn’t remember where for the life of him. She even looked like the spitting image of Nick, too.

“Well, we should all go out for drinks or something, maybe? My wife owes me a night with the guys and I’ve been anxious to use it. I think we all could stand for a few drinks after how busy things’ve been.”

“Yeah,” the blond murmured, straining to think of where he’d seen this woman before. Then it hit him; the connection he’d been looking for.

“Anyway, I gotta scram. Just picked up a suspect and they’re waiting for me in the interrogation room. I’ll see you later!” Jim said, rushing out the door. When he was alone again, Gavin moved quickly to his desk and went straight for the internet, opening the browser for a new search.

Baltimore and McCarthy were two of the words he used to direct the search engine, which turned up a bunch of useless crap he had to sift through. Then he saw the headlines.

Assistant DA found murdered in home; no suspects revealed.

Another…

Double homicide claims the lives of Baltimore detective and assistant DA.

And another…

ADA McCarthy case gone cold; detectives are stumped.

“Oh, fuck me,” Gavin whispered as he let his weight fall back into the chair. He didn’t realize it at first, but his heart was thumping in his chest like a hammer against metal and his hands were shaking. He wasn’t sure if he should be surprised, confused, disgusted, angry or every one of those. It didn’t matter, though, when Gavin started to panic at the thought of when his partner would arrive. He thought he should close the browser, but Valerie’s pictures were plastered all over the page following a brief description of what information the press was given.

“Morning,” a voice said as if on cue. It startled Gavin and he jumped in his seat; half sitting, half standing, unsure of what position he should be in.

“What’s the matter with you?” Nick asked and approached the blond where he sat at his desk. It was too late for Gavin to close out of the pages and Nick caught a glimpse of what was on the screen. “This…what the hell?”

“Nick, listen, before you get angry—”

“Why are you looking at this?” His brown eyes focused on the headlines, squinting at the picture of Valerie they’d taken a few months before the murder.

“I didn’t mean to, I…”

Gavin stood upright, stumbling over his words as Nick turned away. He didn’t like the fact that he couldn’t see the look on Nick’s face; it made him uneasy.

“…Jesus Christ,” he thought he heard the other man whisper, but he couldn’t be too sure.

“Nick, let me explain!”

Without even knowing it, things had spiraled completely out of his control. One moment Nick was strolling into the office, unaware of what awaited for him on the other side, and the next he was on the floor, knees drawn up to his chest, head resting in his arms. His breathing had gone ragged and he was trembling even, sitting with his back against the wall, curled up like a frightened child.

“Nick?” Gavin spoke softly, coming to his knees beside his partner. He wanted to touch him, place a hand on his back and comfort him but the thought seemed risky considering there was no way to tell how Nick would react.

Quickly, Gavin realized that Nick wasn’t even paying attention and had retreated somewhere far away from the office. He had been talking, but the man never replied, never gave a verbal or physical response; not even a sign that he could hear his voice.

“Hey, come on…Nick? Snap out of it.”

There was no answer and that worried the hell out of Gavin.

Sliding closer now, the blond leaned down in hopes of getting a glance at Nick’s face. It barely registered when he had unconsciously placed his hand on Nick’s shoulder which was shrugged away; at least it was a sign.

“Listen to me.”

His voice croaked from his throat, a low growl as if it were a warning.

“You had no right to stick your nose in my business.”

“I wasn—okay, fine…maybe I was! But would you just listen for a second?” Gavin spat, raising his voice a bit and shot into a standing position. “I was looking for that report I left over the weekend, but I couldn’t find it, so I tried looking around your area and I noticed you’d put up a picture of her.” He pointed, emphasizing his reference to the woman on the desk.

When there was no reply, Gavin continued.

“I knew I’d seen her face before, ‘cept I wasn’t sure where. And…well, curiosity got the best of me. She looks a bit like you, too, so I figured you were related. I did a search just out of interest and it turns out I had seen her before, in the papers and all over the news. But I didn’t make the connection between you two until later, I swear!”

A frown still pulled at Nick’s features, but he didn’t seem to be as angry anymore; not at Gavin, in any case. Still, he didn’t say a word.

“I know this looks bad.” Gavin paused and stared at Nick—Nick who looked so small and vulnerable, unlike the man he’d met a week ago; stoic and preserved. “But you’ve got to believe me when I say I didn’t mean for things to turn out like this. I didn’t realize...”

A chilling silence blanketed the room and the only thing Gavin wanted to do was say something, anything that might alleviate the awkwardness between them. It taunted him, rang loudly in his ears and drove him insane. He was surprised, however, when Nick finally picked himself up from the ground, but the man was heading for the door instead, leaving without a word.

~

Water poured from the silver faucet into the sink, swirling about the white porcelain and eventually down into the drain. The cold, clear liquid helped to sooth him enough that he could calm himself, but Nick still felt a bit nauseated from what had happened only a few moments ago.

He wasn’t expecting to react in such a way. In fact, he wasn’t expecting the issue would ever come up, and therefore, made a bit of sense in his otherwise senseless world. After so long, Nick thought he’d found some way to function throughout the day without losing his mind every time the subject came up, but that assumption went right out the window, with his self control and everything else.

At least he could be alone in the bathroom for a few minutes. It was a slight comfort and a nightmare rolled into one. Nick put up a front for the main purpose of driving people away from him, yet the only thing he needed now was physical contact; a pair of arms to hold and comfort him, maybe—anything would do. And there he was, alone, staring at himself in the mirror, watching the streams of water roll down his unnaturally pale face. 10 minutes had passed since he left the office, and he half expected the door to fly open and Gavin would appear. The worried look on his face was enough to tell Nick that he was being genuine with his words; concern, something Nick had not sense from anyone in quite a while.

S’now or never, Nick thought and grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser to wipe his face. Out of the bathroom, he walked casually down the hall, though cautious in his steps, keeping a watchful eye at everyone who passed by. They didn’t seem to notice anything unusual, but Nick only felt slightly safer back in the office. Now he was faced with a different and more difficult task of confronting his partner.

Gavin sat at attention in his chair having been leaning on his elbow, still sporting that worried expression. He didn’t say anything, though, and waited for Nick to initiate the conversation.

The door shut softly in his wake. Nick paused briefly before doing anything, then moved to his own desk where he took a seat at the edge, back deliberately turned away from his sister’s smiling face.

“This would’ve happened eventually,” Nick began, though he wasn’t sure if it was the right place to start.

“I’m really sorry…”

“Don’t. Don’t do that. It’s not your fault.” He moved across the room to his desk and sat down heavily in his chair. “I guess I’ve been avoiding it…”

“But you shouldn’t!” Gavin protested and rose from his seat. He pulled back a bit when he realized he might be coming on too strong and continued. “Not that it’s any of my business… Maybe it’s better now that it’s out in the open?”

“Maybe…”

There it was again; the same dejection in his voice, so consuming. It was driving Gavin insane.

In the corner of his vision, Nick spotted Gavin approaching him. The blond stopped a reasonable distance away, but there was that closeness he felt before the day of the crime scene investigation.

“We could talk about it or somethi—” Gavin began, only to be interrupted by a set of knocks. The door swung open and in walked Reese, holding a manila folder.

“I hope you boys aren’t too busy.”

“No, sir,” replied Gavin, then motioned to what was in the lieutenant’s hand. “What’s that?”

“The autopsy report of the recent victim…amongst other things. I’d like to discuss this with both of you.”


Once the lieutenant was settled in a seat, he placed the folder on his lap and began. “As we suspected, the young woman, Ms. Carlisle, did not reside at the home she was found in. It turns out she was just involved with the man and lived at her mother’s before the murder. After speaking to a few neighbors, it was collectively agreed upon that the girl was there quite a bit, as were many other people.”

“So did you find out who it was?” Gavin asked.

“Jackson White, though you may know him as Jackie Oleander. We’ve known of him and his business importing and exporting illegal substances from a few states, but we’ve never been able to make the connection until now. He’s never bought or leased any property, has no credit cards; nothing other than a driver’s license and that, he received nearly 20 years ago. But the thing is he’s nowhere to be found. His neighbors say they think he left a day or two before the murder and never came back. There is security footage of the parking lot, which we haven’t gotten through entirely just yet, but it seems as though the hearsay is turning out to be true.”

“What about the two sets of DNA on the victim’s body? Have they been identified?”

“Yes. Their names are Cal Rogers and Sydney Park.”

“Sydney Park,” Nick echoed, suddenly interrupting the conversation. He met Reese’s gaze who didn’t seem terribly surprised by the reaction; almost like he was expecting it, but the lieutenant continued to explain.

“He’s infamously known around Baltimore as being quite the business man himself. His specialty is firearms, but he’s dabbled in illegal substances as well. This is his first suspected murder, however.”

“Maybe not,” Nick said and stood from his chair. At his desk now, he rummaged through his drawers. Somewhere in the room, a phone rang and Reese excused himself to answer it. Having found whatever Nick was searching for—what looked like a tiny black book—Gavin approached his partner to inquire about his unusual behavior.

“What’re you doing?” Gavin asked, lowering his tone, deliberately trying to make it harder for Reese to hear what he was saying.

“We need to find this guy Sydney,” Nick murmured back.

“And how are we gonna do that? He’s disappeared, and understandably so. Chances are he’s long gone if he really did have a hand in murdering that woman…”

Nick didn’t say a word, just stood very closely, unmoving next to his partner. Behind them, the lieutenant spoke on his phone in the corner of the room near the door.

“I’ll find him.”

“Don’t be unreasonable here. You know that could take a while.”

“I’m not—” Nick stopped himself having spoken the words a bit louder than he intended to and lowered his tone. “I’m not being unreasonable.”

“Well, you’re obviously not thinking clearly…”

The statement was met with a scowl. For whatever reason, Gavin wasn’t sure, he had offended the man. At that moment, Reese had ended his call and stood waiting for the detective’s to finish whatever business they were discussing. Nick glanced over Gavin’s shoulder and shut the top draw he’d been rummaging through, focusing his attention on the lieutenant.

“Sorry about that, I’m needed to speak with the chief. If you two could take a handle on these…?” Reese handed the manila folders to Gavin who accepted them and turned to meet Nick’s gaze. Alone in the office again, Nick snatched his keys and the rest of his things, headed for the door.

“Where are you going?” Gavin asked.

“To see an old friend,” Nick replied, stopping just before he could step into the hall when Gavin didn’t follow immediately. “You coming or not?”

- -

It took them nearly an hour to get to where they were going; a hole-in-the-wall pawnshop up north close to where Nick used to live, but it wasn’t a place that Gavin had ever been to before, so he let his partner take the lead on this one.

They rushed inside out of the cold and the moment the bell chimed overhead as they passed through the doorway, the man behind the counter looked up from what he was doing. His eyes went wide and his mouth hung slack, no doubt surprised to see a familiar face.

He stumbled to get the words out, “N-Nick,” and laughed nervously, going rigid in his posture. The clerk wasn’t doing much of a good job trying to be nonchalant; by his reaction, it was obvious just how nerve-racked he was. “I thought you’d been kicked off the force or somethin’. What brings you here?”

“I was transferred and that’s none of your business,” Nick spoke in a soft tone, stepping closer to the counter while the man took a step back. “You know why I’m here.” The only thing Gavin could do was stand back and watch the scene play out before him.

“I haven’t seen you for a while. What’s up?”

“Don’t play coy with me, Teddy.”

“I swear to God, I don’t know nothin’.”

Unbelievable, Gavin thought. It was true he hadn’t known Nick for very long, but it was just as surprising to see this other side of him.

Nick let out a heavy sigh and fought the urge to reach for his weapon. It would’ve been a bad idea in front of his partner, but mostly because it was against protocol.

“In the back,” Nick said, making a gesture to the door on the left. Teddy looked at the door and then back to the dark-haired man.

“No, hey, we don’t gotta do this.”

“Yes, we do.”

“Don’t you think,” Teddy laughed, “you’re being a little unreasonable here?” The man was visibly shaking now, although the reason as to why he was so frightened was not so clear. Gavin had no idea about their history and he couldn’t outright ask at a time like this.

Nick spoke more slowly this time, accenting his words though his stern tone remained the same, perhaps even more threatening. “I’m not going to ask you again. Get out from behind the counter and into that room before I take you in there myself.”

Teddy hesitated a moment, shooting a glance at Gavin, then back to where Nick stood. He nodded and obliged, slipping into the room as Nick excused them for a brief moment.

From behind, Teddy felt a hand shove him forward and he nearly tripped, catching himself on the edge of the table before his face hit first. It was true, they hadn’t spoken to teach other for nearly a year, but nothing in the shop had changed since then.

“Jackie Oleander,” Nick said. “You know of him, don’t you?”

“Look,” Teddy began, “I haven’t done any business with the guy in months if that’s what you’re talkin’ about.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Okay. Yeah, yeah I know him.”

“A woman was killed in his apartment a few days ago.” It would be all over the news soon anyway, and Teddy wasn’t exactly the kind of guy to spread gossip. “Did you know about that?”

“No…I didn’t.”

“Well, he wasn’t there when it happened. Apparently, he had already left a day or two before; at least that’s what his neighbors are saying.”

“So what does this have to do with me?”

“Sydney Park.”

Teddy blinked at the name, surprised, unsure of what to say.

“His DNA was found on the body, but ironically enough, he’s disappeared, too.”

“And you think I know where he is?”

“I think you know exactly where he is,” Nick snarled, leaning in closer to scare the man a bit. It seemed to be working. “That or you’ve caught wind of where he might be headed. You two got along pretty well, so I heard…from James.”

That name; it was well known all over town and Teddy was no exception.

“Oh, y-yeah…”

“I need to know where Sydney went, Teddy.”

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit…”

“Seriously, I couldn’t tell ya—”

Before he could get the rest of the word out, in one swift move, Teddy found himself being shoved onto the table with Nick holding one fist full of his shirt and the other pressing the barrel of a gun to his forehead.

“Bullshit!” Nick shouted this time and forced the barrel down harder. A fire burned behind his eyes, fierce and filled with anger, something almost carnal to it.

“Okay, okay!” Teddy cried, squeezing his eyes shut. “Jesus Christ, don’t shoot!”

“Then tell me what I need to know!!”

Teddy nodded furiously. He would do it if only to save his life. “H-he said somethin’ about meetin’ Jackie in Philly, that he’d been gone for a few days and wasn’t sure when he’d be back in town. But he never mentioned anything about what happened to the girl, I swear!”

“And what about Rogers?”

“Who?!”

“You don’t know him? Cal Rogers?”

“No, I never heard of the guy!”

Nick believed what Teddy was saying only because of the looming possibility that he would have a bullet through his head if he didn’t answer truthfully. Neither man had enough time to realize what was happening when the door flew open behind them and in stepped Gavin.

He seemed to be just as surprised as Teddy had been at the sight of the weapon, but Gavin pulled Nick off of the frightened store owner and kept a firm grasp on the man; the least he could do was apologize for barging in, though a simple apology seemed inadequate for having a gun shoved in his face.

“Sorry to bother you. We’ll be out of your hair now.”

Leading them out of the store, Gavin let go of Nick’s arm when they made it outside. Neither of them said a word until they got into the car.

“Areyououtofyourmind?!” Gavin hissed, spitting out the words fast enough that they streamed together.

“He told me what I needed to know…”

“Yeah, but you didn’t have to pull your gun on him! What would’ve happened if you lost your cool?” It was difficult, but Gavin stopped himself before he could go on a rant and let out a heavy sigh. When he had found his composure, Gavin continued. “…Nevermind. Just…let me know when you feel the need to do that next time, alright?”

He was met with silence as Nick sat leaning as far into his corner as he could, deliberately avoiding eye contact.

“You said he knew where Sydney is?”

“In Philadelphia…meeting with Jackie.”

“What for?”

Nick shrugged, “I don’t know.”

“We have to put out an APB and have their people expedite him back to Baltimore if they catch him.”

“They may not be able to. Besides, he’s supposedly leaving in a few days.”

“Might as well give it a try, right?” Gavin leaned forward to turn the keys and start the engine. “Anyway, I think you’ve had enough excitement for one morning…”

[Bun]

Chapter Six (cont.)

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The car ride back to the department was an awkward one, and the atmosphere between them remained that way for a while. It was too much for Gavin to bear; to see his partner in such a state, so he decided, after taking care of some business, he would try to convince Nick to take the rest of the day off. He began with the unfortunate fact that there wasn’t much more they could do seeing as how two of the suspects were—supposedly—no longer in their jurisdiction, and the third’s whereabouts were as good as anyone’s guess. Surprisingly, it didn’t take much for Nick to agree. An aura of despondency loomed over his head like an ominous grey cloud, threatening torrents of cold, heavy rain. All Gavin could do, or what he felt he was capable of, was sit back and watch.

What he had to finish didn’t take long. Just after the sun set behind snowy clouds, Gavin rushed to the motel as fast as traffic would let him. At the door, he balled his hand into a fist, gripping the hem of the coat sleeve to fight off the cold and rapped softly. It took a moment for anyone to answer, but Nick was certainly surprised to see the blond standing there with a big grin on his face holding a box of pizza.

“This isn’t a bad time, is it?” Gavin asked and moved passed Nick, reluctantly stepping aside.

Nick hadn’t changed from earlier, still wearing his blue, long-sleeved button up shirt, top few buttons undone; no tie this time and dark slacks. He didn’t give an answer, just watched as Gavin set the pizza on the table near the window. Beside it, something caught his eyes; a file he hadn’t seen before yet looked awfully familiar.

Upon closer inspection, it looked to be something in regards to the murder of his sister. That made Gavin’s stomach drop.

“Jesus, Nick, why are you reading this?” he asked, picking up the folder to wave in the air for emphasis.

Nick sat down in the chair in the corner of the room, body slumped and hardly paying much attention.

“Why do you care?”

“…Why do I...? Are you serious?”

“It’s none of your business.”

“With it lying around in the open, I’d say it’s my business.”

“Forgive me for not tidying up,” his partner sneered. “I wasn’t expecting company tonight.”

In a scolding tone much like his mother would use, Gavin declared, “Well, it’s going away—in the drawer—and you’re gonna eat this pizza. I didn’t spend seventeen bucks on an entire meal for myself.”

“Sorry, not hungry…”

“You were with me all day, and, if I’m right, you probably didn’t get anything on your way back, either.”

“You don’t have to do this, y’know.”

“Do what?”

“Act like you care.”

Gavin took offense Nick’s heartless assumption, but he wouldn’t play into the childish behavior. “Who says I’m acting?”

“…Whatever, just…please, leave, okay…? This isn’t necessary.”

“You think I’m giving you a pity party?”

Nick shook his head, avoiding eye contact. “That’s not—”

“Eat the pizza,” ordered the blond.

“I told you, I’m not—”

“—Going to argue with me,” Gavin interrupted, and for the last time. “I am a part of this no matter how much you don’t want me to be. So you’re just gonna have to get used to the fact.” Luckily for Nick, Gavin was had enough common sense to understand they didn’t need to discuss the situation any further. He’d come there with one purpose and one purpose only, and by God, if it took him the rest of the night, he’d do whatever was necessary to keep Nick’s mind away from those thoughts. “Besides, this pizza is the best in town. I used to get it all the time when I first moved to Baltimore; can’t say I’ve had anything better.”

Gavin made a bold move by taking a seat on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. He cross one leg over the other and set the pizza box down beside him, leaving enough room for Nick to sit on the other side. In front of him sat the remote, which he grabbed to turn the volume up on the television and flipped through the channels until he found an old sitcom. “Aw, man, I haven’t seen this in ages.”

Canned laughter echoed from the speakers, but Gavin only snickered. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Nick push himself out of the chair and stood unmoving as if he wasn’t sure what to do next.

“Pizza’s getting cold,” Gavin said. He leaned over to enticingly pat the empty spot on the other side of the bed, never breaking his gaze with the man. Nick sucked in a deep breath of air and let it out slowly. He said nothing, but screamed surrender, taking a seat next to the pizza box. A low growl rumbled from his stomach, blowing his cover. Missing breakfast and lunch, he was hungry and understandably so.

It was hard for Nick to give in, but he grabbed a piece of pizza and took a bite.

“S’good,” he admitted.

[Bun]

Chapter Seven


Arriving early that next morning meant Nick had a chance to check on a few things that had been bothering him ever since he left work the night before. There had been one thing salient over the rest; no matter how hard he tried, he could not forget about Gavin’s unexpected visit. At first, Nick was livid. Seeing his partner standing there in front of him with that big dumb smile on his face and a pizza box nearly sent him over the edge; it was hard enough control his cool, much less refrain from shouting at the man. The thought never crossed his mind, however, that if he had made a big deal about it, Gavin would have simply thrown it back in his face. He wasn’t expecting his partner to be so assertive, but with such an overbearing personality; it made perfect sense.

As much as Nick continued to try and better understand the workings of Gavin, he knew he couldn’t mull over it the entire morning. He’d gotten as far as sitting at his desk, just about ready to peel open one of the manila folders he held in his hands when a set of knocks sounded.

“It’s open,” he called out, wondering who would be so courteous as to knock and wait like that. When the door opened, he never would have guessed who it was standing on the other side. The man from the bar that night—tall, olive skinned, with a slight tan and hair a bit longer than Nick’s—came waltzing in.

“I hope I’m not interrupting anything… Has Gavin arrived yet?”

“Uh, no,” Nick replied, sitting back in his chair. “He should be here soon, though, so make yourself comfortable until then.”

The man set his briefcase on top of Gavin’s desk, along with his overcoat and turned to face Nick who wasn’t hiding the urge to stare very well. Nick couldn’t help himself and found a set of blue eyes staring right back at him.

“We haven’t met properly,” Cole said, extending a hand to which Nick accepted and shook. “My name is Cole Werner. I’m an old friend of Gavin’s.”

“I see…”

“And you’re Nick McCarthy. Gavin does nothing but sing your praises.”

Nodding, Nick found the statement to be quite a curious one, yet remained silent. Something about the man was odd, from the way he smiled to the pressed and obviously expensive suit he wore. “Does he now?”

“Yes, well…it’s been a while since he’s had a partner, so he’s thrilled about it.”

Just then, as if on cue, the door swung open and Gavin strolled in; the wide-eyed expression he sported screamed suspicion.

“Cole…”

“Good morning!”

Gavin forced a crooked smile. Had he received a heads up about the visit beforehand, the initial shock wouldn’t have been so powerful, but he was much too focused on trying to figure out why Cole hadn’t bothered to let him know he would be swinging by.

“…What are you doing here?” Gavin asked, slipping out of his coat.

“Ah, well, I’m in town on business, had a bit of free time on my hands and I thought I’d drop by, see how things are.”

The blond nearly snorted at that and folded his arms over his chest. “Is that so?”

“Actually, there is something I wanted to discuss with you, if…it’s not a problem.” Cole then turned to where Nick was sitting and directed the question to him. “You wouldn’t mind if I borrow Gavin for a moment, would you?”

“Go for it,” was his reply, which earned him a scowl from the blond just before they stepped out of the office.

In the hall, Gavin led them to an unoccupied room where they were unlikely to be disturbed. He closed the door, flipped the lights on and faced the taller man, ready to sink his teeth in.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Cole reeled back from the hiss and smiled. “It’s good to see you, too. I really am on business.”

“I mean what are you doing here in this building?”

“Is there something wrong with wanting to see you?” A pair of hands snaked around his waist and pulled him into an embrace, trapping his body between Cole’s and the counter behind him.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, there is. Are you trying to rub it in his face?”

There; he’d seen that glint in the man’s eyes before but only when he was up to no good.

“Now why would I go and do something like that?”

“Because,” Gavin explai