FAKE Ficlet: Stamped And Outed
Title: Stamped And Outed
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, Jim.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7
Summary: Ryo is embarrassed to realise evidence of his and Dee’s night out on the town is still clearly visible, in the right light.
Word Count: 836
Written For: Challenge 373: Stamp at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Another day, another crime scene; such was the life of a detective in the SCU. Not that there were new crime scenes EVERY day. Okay, there probably were, somewhere in the city, because New York was a big place, home to more than eighteen million people, but those were the responsibility of other precincts and other teams of detectives. This one happened to be smack in the middle of the part of the city under the two-seven’s jurisdiction, and Ryo and his partner just happened to be on duty at the time the call had come in, so they’d been lumbered with it.
The scene wasn’t a pretty sight; murder scenes never were. The killer had made an effort to clean up after themselves, but it was difficult to see why they’d bothered since they’d left the body, just wiped up a lot of the blood with the bedsheets and then used bleach on the floor and walls. Dee had said whoever had committed the crime probably hadn’t realised how messy it would be and had abandoned their attempt at clean-up when they’d realised how long it would take.
From a cop’s point of view that was both good and bad; good because it meant the murderer was an amateur and had likely left evidence behind, and bad because the use of bleach would inevitably have corrupted a lot of the evidence, as well as smearing the blood, making it useless to the investigation. Spatter, the distribution of blood drops, was useful in determining the sequence of events: where the victim had been, where the killer had stood, in some cases even the type of weapon used. It would be of little help this time since all they had to go by were smears on the floor and walls, and a few drops on the ceiling and furnishings.
“Hell of a mess,” said Jim Campbell, Dee and Ryo’s crime scene technician buddy, looking around the room as his fellow CSIs started to get on with their assigned tasks. “Good thing I’ve got this baby.” He held up the blacklight wand, clicking it on. “Should show us anything our criminal mastermind missed in his clean-up.” Sarcasm was an art Jim excelled in.
“Even with all the bleach they used?” Ryo waved his hand to indicate the smears everywhere.
“Guess we’ll find out, won’t we? Hey, what’s that on your hand?” Jim directed the blacklight wand at the back of Ryo’s right hand, where what looked at first glance to be a stylised yin-yang symbol was glowing, clearly visible under the UV. A closer look revealed it to be the numbers 6 and 9. “69? You’ve been there?”
69 was a new club that had opened the previous month. Dee had taken Ryo there two nights ago, paying the door change and getting both their hands stamped with the club’s logo.
“Oh, uh, yes,” Ryo mumbled, blushing as he rubbed at the back of his hand. “Thought that would’ve washed off by now.”
“So what’s it like? I heard it’s the place to be seen. Pricey though.”
“You wouldn’t fit in,” Dee said, smirking as he held his own hand under the UV wand, revealing a matching symbol stamped there. “Not unless you plan on ditchin’ your girl and switchin’ teams.” His teeth seemed to glow in the light, making him look a bit eerie.
“Oh, gay club, right. OH!” Jim suddenly caught all the implications of his friends sporting matching hand stamps.
Ryo hastily shoved his hand in his pocket. Dee didn’t bother; everyone already knew he was bi, and if they didn’t, so what?
Jim pulled a couple of pairs of latex gloves from his kit. “Put these on; you shouldn’t be wandering around a crime scene without ‘em. Don’t you guys ever learn?” He winked at Ryo.
“Right, sorry.” Ryo smiled as he and his partner took the gloves and pulled them on, covering the incriminating evidence of their night on the town so the symbols no longer showed. “Thanks.”
“No prob. Can’t have the cops contaminating evidence, can we? Would just make everyone’s job more difficult.”
“Gonna be hard enough as it is.” Dee swept his gaze over the room. “Let’s hope the asshole did this left plenty of evidence we can trace back to him.”
“If it’s there, me and the guys will find it,” Jim assured him. “Science rocks.”
“Speaking of,” Ryo murmured, too low for anyone but Dee and Jim to hear. “You wouldn’t happen to know the best way of getting this kind of ink off skin, would you?”
“Shouldn’t worry about it too much, no one’s gonna see it under ordinary light,” Jim assured him, putting his mask on and easing past the two detectives into the room. He glanced back over his shoulder. “Come down to the lab when we get back to the precinct though. I know a few tricks.”
Ryo glanced sheepishly at his partner. “Never thought I’d get outed by a hand stamp,” he muttered.
The End
Fandom: FAKE
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ryo, Dee, Jim.
Rating: PG
Setting: After Vol. 7
Summary: Ryo is embarrassed to realise evidence of his and Dee’s night out on the town is still clearly visible, in the right light.
Word Count: 836
Written For: Challenge 373: Stamp at fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
Another day, another crime scene; such was the life of a detective in the SCU. Not that there were new crime scenes EVERY day. Okay, there probably were, somewhere in the city, because New York was a big place, home to more than eighteen million people, but those were the responsibility of other precincts and other teams of detectives. This one happened to be smack in the middle of the part of the city under the two-seven’s jurisdiction, and Ryo and his partner just happened to be on duty at the time the call had come in, so they’d been lumbered with it.
The scene wasn’t a pretty sight; murder scenes never were. The killer had made an effort to clean up after themselves, but it was difficult to see why they’d bothered since they’d left the body, just wiped up a lot of the blood with the bedsheets and then used bleach on the floor and walls. Dee had said whoever had committed the crime probably hadn’t realised how messy it would be and had abandoned their attempt at clean-up when they’d realised how long it would take.
From a cop’s point of view that was both good and bad; good because it meant the murderer was an amateur and had likely left evidence behind, and bad because the use of bleach would inevitably have corrupted a lot of the evidence, as well as smearing the blood, making it useless to the investigation. Spatter, the distribution of blood drops, was useful in determining the sequence of events: where the victim had been, where the killer had stood, in some cases even the type of weapon used. It would be of little help this time since all they had to go by were smears on the floor and walls, and a few drops on the ceiling and furnishings.
“Hell of a mess,” said Jim Campbell, Dee and Ryo’s crime scene technician buddy, looking around the room as his fellow CSIs started to get on with their assigned tasks. “Good thing I’ve got this baby.” He held up the blacklight wand, clicking it on. “Should show us anything our criminal mastermind missed in his clean-up.” Sarcasm was an art Jim excelled in.
“Even with all the bleach they used?” Ryo waved his hand to indicate the smears everywhere.
“Guess we’ll find out, won’t we? Hey, what’s that on your hand?” Jim directed the blacklight wand at the back of Ryo’s right hand, where what looked at first glance to be a stylised yin-yang symbol was glowing, clearly visible under the UV. A closer look revealed it to be the numbers 6 and 9. “69? You’ve been there?”
69 was a new club that had opened the previous month. Dee had taken Ryo there two nights ago, paying the door change and getting both their hands stamped with the club’s logo.
“Oh, uh, yes,” Ryo mumbled, blushing as he rubbed at the back of his hand. “Thought that would’ve washed off by now.”
“So what’s it like? I heard it’s the place to be seen. Pricey though.”
“You wouldn’t fit in,” Dee said, smirking as he held his own hand under the UV wand, revealing a matching symbol stamped there. “Not unless you plan on ditchin’ your girl and switchin’ teams.” His teeth seemed to glow in the light, making him look a bit eerie.
“Oh, gay club, right. OH!” Jim suddenly caught all the implications of his friends sporting matching hand stamps.
Ryo hastily shoved his hand in his pocket. Dee didn’t bother; everyone already knew he was bi, and if they didn’t, so what?
Jim pulled a couple of pairs of latex gloves from his kit. “Put these on; you shouldn’t be wandering around a crime scene without ‘em. Don’t you guys ever learn?” He winked at Ryo.
“Right, sorry.” Ryo smiled as he and his partner took the gloves and pulled them on, covering the incriminating evidence of their night on the town so the symbols no longer showed. “Thanks.”
“No prob. Can’t have the cops contaminating evidence, can we? Would just make everyone’s job more difficult.”
“Gonna be hard enough as it is.” Dee swept his gaze over the room. “Let’s hope the asshole did this left plenty of evidence we can trace back to him.”
“If it’s there, me and the guys will find it,” Jim assured him. “Science rocks.”
“Speaking of,” Ryo murmured, too low for anyone but Dee and Jim to hear. “You wouldn’t happen to know the best way of getting this kind of ink off skin, would you?”
“Shouldn’t worry about it too much, no one’s gonna see it under ordinary light,” Jim assured him, putting his mask on and easing past the two detectives into the room. He glanced back over his shoulder. “Come down to the lab when we get back to the precinct though. I know a few tricks.”
Ryo glanced sheepishly at his partner. “Never thought I’d get outed by a hand stamp,” he muttered.
The End