Mad Joe's Obsession 3/13
Title: Mad Joe's Obsession
Author: aunteeneenah
Rating: M
Pairings: Connor/Lester/Becker
Spoilers: none
Warnings: Violent non-con and torture
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters mentioned herein. I'm not in this to make money cuz if I were, I'd make crap-all at it.
Wordcount: 1,156
Summary: Someone wants Connor in the worst possible way
Author Notes First of all, thank you to fififolle who has read this through so many times, she's memorized it and also for letting me borrow Mad Joe and Peter from her fic "Front Door Key" and if you haven't read this, why not? It's amazing and will give you insight into Mad Joe. Also, thanks to Fredbassett for letting me borrow Lyle and Ditzy and to Jooles34 for letting me play in her Lester/Connor/Becker sandbox, sorry, I seem to have knocked down your sand castle. If I start naming all those who have inspired me, we'll be here all day and I'll miss someone so just go look at the list of authors, most, if not all, of you have inspired me in one way or another. Thank you. Oh, almost forgot, Dr. Heather Kessler is a character from "CSI" and knows a thing or twelve about the dom_sub culture.
A/N 2: Due to the shortness of chapter 3, I have given you 3 and 4. Please read and review. It makes me happy.
By the time they got to the ARC, Danny and Abby were already there and all footage had been downloaded. Not only that, they had run the locator signal from Connor’s car. They saw Connor leave the building and get into his car. In fact, he turned to face the camera and gave it a cheeky grin and a wave as he drove off. Before he could stop himself, Lester reached out his hand and touched the screen. The pain he was feeling was palpable but he struggled and brought himself under control. It would do no one, least of all Connor, any good if he broke down. “Is this all?” he asked.
He was answered by Danny. “No, there’s more. We ran the locator beacon on Connor’s car and found it. Here’s the CCTV footage.”
They watched Connor’s car screech to a halt in front of what looked like a body lying in the road. They watched him get out of the car, run to the body, kneel down, and that’s when they appeared. Two men, dressed in black, with hoods over their faces, grabbed him. He fought back but he suddenly slumped to the ground and was bundled by the two men into a waiting van which sped off into the night.
The silence surrounded them like fog, thick and oppressive, until Lester spoke, “Find him, now!”
Danny ran to call his contacts at the Met, and Abby began running through the footage looking for a clue as to where they might have taken Connor, and Becker got his team together.
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As a rule, Mad Joe preferred that his guests remain quiet, however, on this occasion, he devoutly wanted to hear Connor scream. Just the thought of it made him come in his suit trousers which, understandably, made him angry. He stopped his beating of Connor and looked at him more closely and what he saw made his blood boil! He recognised the signs. Connor had taken himself to that place in his very soul where the pain of the beating could not reach him.
“You’re a fucking sub!” he screamed.
Connor came back to himself enough to allow a small smile which, unfortunately, Mad Joe noticed. “You will scream! You will scream so loud your throat will bleed!” and with that, he took out his favorite toys. ~~~~~
Lester went to his office and sat at his desk. The emotions he had been trying to control finally broke through and he began to shake. Connor was everything to him. He was so much a part of his life that he couldn’t imagine going on without him. The fear of never seeing him again was gnawing at him until with a start, he realised his mobile was ringing. He saw the contact name and immediately answered. “Ryan, this is an unexpected pleasure.”
“What the FUCK has happened to Connor!?” was the shouted reply.
Chapter Four
Lester walked to his window and waved to his team, indicating they were to come to his office. They came at a run.
“Ryan, you’re on speaker phone. Tell us what you know,” Lester said when the team had assembled. When Abby heard it was Ryan on the phone, she gave Lester a sharp look which he preferred to ignore but he knew he’d have to face her later.
“I’ve been contacted by an old friend of mine, Peter. Peter is someone who is in the know about the local gay community. Let me ask you this. Have any of you ever heard of a guy by the name of “Mad Joe” Park?” The group heard a sharp intake of breath and looked at Danny who was considerably paler than he had been when he’d walked in the room.
“Are you saying Mad Joe has Connor?” Danny ground out.
“Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” Ryan responded in a tight, wounded voice. “He’s been obsessed with Connor for years. A few years ago, I … interrupted his plans for Connor and he’s never forgotten that, or him. According to Peter, the word is out that Joe has finally “captured his prize” in his words.”
“Guys,” Danny was now so white, they thought he was going to pass out, “if Mad Joe has Connor, we have to move now! It just so happens that a mate of mine let me know recently that they’ve finally gathered enough evidence to put him away, and he’s cleaning up loose ends.”
“Why would your friend tell you about this?” Abby asked.
Danny’s eyes took on a haunted look. “When I was a copper, I worked several cases where the victims had been beaten so badly, we didn’t think they’d make it, and one didn’t. We were pretty sure Mad Joe was behind it but didn’t have enough hard evidence to go after him. He has friends in high places and was always able to slip by, but unfortunately for him, his reputation has made his friends very nervous and they’ve distanced themselves from him more recently, making it easier for the Met to get the information they need to finally put him away.”
Ryan spoke. “So he has nothing to lose and he’s going to have what he’s wanted before he’s brought down. You have to get Connor out of there, because he will kill him.”
Becker was finally able to get words out. “Danny, do you know where we can find this bastard?” Danny nodded. “Then let’s go NOW!”
As they left the office, Becker shared a look with Lester. “Hilary, bring him back to me,” he whispered. Becker ran from the office.
“You do realise I’m still here, don’t you?” asked Ryan.
“Oh, sorry, Capt. Ryan, thank you for your help. I’ll certainly let you know how it turns out,” Lester said in his most superior voice.
“Cut the crap, Lester!” Ryan shouted. “I know that somehow you were behind my getting transferred out of the ARC. Do you think I didn’t see how you watched Connor? How you wanted him? You needed me gone because that was the only way you could have him. So my getting sent to the ARC project in Siberia certainly met your needs, didn’t it!” It wasn’t a question.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but right now, I have more pressing business, so while I’m more thankful than you’ll ever know for your help, I need to say goodbye now.” At that, Lester hung up. Outside in the hall, Abby quietly closed the door.
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The toys that Mad Joe had taken out were some of his favourites but were seldom used. The dildo was huge and the whip, ah yes, the whip. It was a Roman Cat O’ Nine Tails with barbs every few inches on each of the nine “tails”. He smiled, this was a special night, and he intended to use every weapon in his arsenal to break Connor Temple.
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