Ragged Rainbows 4
I am overloaded with stimuli. Stories to write, work to do, a writers knot to take care of. Ragged rainbows has hit a brick wall, but I am determined to see it through to the end... I will not let it become just another unfinished fic.
I have one question I would really like some answers to, What exactly would you title a fic about someone who loses their memory?
Title: Ragged Rainbows (ch. 4)
Fandom: FAKE
Author: Poshu
Pairings: Drake x JJ
Notes: Upper management is trying to separate them as partners, two lovers now have to fight to stay together.
The clock ticked away, diligently, on the wall; it seemed to echo around the room making the idea of time passing more pressing. The two figures inside seemed aloof and awkward; one shifted his weight back and forth, the other hunched over the desk writing. His blonde hair fell in his eyes but he made no move to stroke it away. He only penned faster, appearing as though he wanted the other away quickly. When he was done he whipped out the paper from under his hands and held it out to the other.
“Well I think that about covers it…Mr. Landry?”
“Yes, Andrew Landry.” The pasty blonde reached to take the form and shake Berkeley’s hand again. “When can we begin?” Berkeley took the presented hand loosely and gave him a look. “I just… the sooner I am done, the sooner I can return to my own office is all…”
The blonde sighed “You can get started at your discretion…you will probably see either one of them wandering around here.” He waved his hand in annoyance and found business with some files on his desk.
Drake backed away from the commissioner’s door quickly and quietly, safely making it to his office before Landry emerged. He heard the squeak of the door hinge just as he tucked himself through his own office door. Footsteps sounded in the hallway, rhythmically marking a path away from the CI unit. Drake sighed softly in relief as he sat down at his desk.
‘Thank god he didn’t want to talk to me first thing.’ Drake then started to think of what exactly he’d say to the man when he did decide to show up. What about JJ? What would he say? He didn’t even know this guy was here yet. He decided to call JJ on his next cigarette break. But he had caught a glimpse of him and started madly writing things down on a note, which he posted on JJ’s desk. The second he was done he stacked up his files and headed to Dee and Ryo’s office. The two of them had allowed JJ and Drake to set up camp there, especially now that the news was out among the team; that Drake and JJ were to be separated.
“Hey guys.” Drake muttered as he opened the door
“Hello, Drake.” Ryo smiled warmly, Dee raised his hand to wave, his eyes never leaving the page he was reading. Drake sat down quietly eyeing him with a bit of humor.
“Better not stop him once he’s started, eh?” he turned to Ryo “You won’t get him working again for the rest of the day.” Ryo smiled knowingly and rolled his eyes.
“Very funny” Dee still didn’t look up. His voice had that serious tone that meant he was in no joking mood.
“What’s wrong? You find something?”
Dee sighed “Six fuckin’ homicides… and not a single stray hair … no forgotten evidence. Nothing. What’s the catch?”
“You’re looking over that again?”
“I just feel like we missed something… it’s gotta be here somewhere.” Dee flipped through the binder of photographs from the crime scenes again. “Nobody is that good.”
“I agree with you there,” Ryo flipped through his papers as well “But this bastard seems pretty well practiced.” He grimaced at his own words. Drake flipped through his as well, all the crimes had one or two victims each and all of them junior high aged girls with the exception of two boys. The manner of their deaths would have ruled out serial murder but all these kids were found within a small radius of each other. They had tracked schools and church groups but none had come up similar.
“Maybe… he’s just looking in the right places…” Drake said. His ‘partners’ looked up. “I looked up some things this morning…half these kids were never even listed as missing… you think he just grabbed some drop-outs or latch-keys?”
“That’s a good point…” Ryo said after a moment. “But, why?”
“Targeting clients?” Dee added “One’s who didn’t pay or maybe he got a blabber mouth kid?”
“Clients of what? There was no trace of drugs in these kids’ systems…”
“Maybe they tried to break away and were clean when he came for them?” Drake answered
“Well a hair follicle test will clear that up”
“Like we can get one of those in a timely manner.” Drake ran his hands back through his bangs, mussing them up again.
“We’ll see about that” Ryo had a sharp tone in his voice as he shifted his papers again, filing a note; probably for Jim down in Forensics. “Dee would you hand me the phone?”
As Dee passed it to him he shot Drake a proud grin and whispered “Gets things done doesn’t he?”
Ryo finished up and held his note out to Dee.
“Umm… what, do you want me to do something with that?”
“Yes, if you would please take that down to Jim.”
“What? You just called him.”
“Well prove to me I’m not the only one who can ‘get things done’” Ryo jerked his hand up and shot Dee a look that clearly said ‘Do it or you’re not getting any tonight’ Dee grimaced but took the note and disappeared anyway.
Drake couldn’t stifle his laughter.
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JJ had arrived, clocked in, and was in his office; coffee in hand. He didn’t exactly feel a rush to start his work; he had noticed the immediate plunge in his enjoyment of his work after he and Drake were separated. It wasn’t just those rustic eyes and sleepy smile, it was working with someone. Being solo was so… lonely. Sure, he had Dee and Ryo, but just watching their teamwork made his ‘solitary confinement’ just that much worse. To top it off he wouldn’t even have their presence today, the three of them all got off an hour before he arrived, just enough time for he and Drake to miss each other on the way to and from.
He finished his coffee while he stared out the window, it never held much of a view, but it beat papers and Drake’s notes. The new big-wigs would say that being separated was not a big deal; they could still see each other at home. But truth be told, JJ got maybe 4 hours with Drake at the house. And those were spent in bed, and not even the good kind, no; sleeping. He groaned and looked to the clock, he better start working. They’d look in on him sooner or later, he hated being under such scrutiny.
When he sat down, he saw it. A yellow post-it stuck on the edge of his desk. He recognized Drake’s tiny chicken scratches.
I saw him. Name’s Andrew Landry.
Really pasty and blonde.
He’s like Berkeley but worse.
But he seems like he doesn’t know what he’s doing
I think he’s manageable
Love you
Drake
JJ smiled and ran his fingers over the letters. Drake had phoned him yesterday to tell him the ‘glorious news’. He had audibly groaned then too, and about his lover’s also glorious feat with the Commissioner. He had given Drake a hell of a dressing down, but ultimately it didn’t count since the officer wasn’t here yet. Drake had agreed he’d be on his best behavior now and JJ had let it go.
He tucked the post-it in his desk drawer and began to gather his things; he skimmed his notes and compared them with Drake’s, left on his desk for JJ to find.
‘Drugs?’ he read through Drake’s summary ‘I suppose it’s possible…follicle test…’ He rose out of his chair, still reading as he headed to the basement to talk to Jim.
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