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Can you believe your eyes? I've finally finished everything in my hectic life, and so - a celebration. The next part! Can I just say thanks to luvstories and blindyluv who both gave me a subtle prod to get this story going again and for their kind words.
Is it also possible to get a story tag for this please? :D Thankies!
Author: improvfan88
Story: Psychosocial
Pairing: Ry/Col
Rating: NC-17 of sexual thingys and gruesome thingys.
Summary: A serial killer is trying to create the perfect masterpiece. When Detective Stiles and Doctor Mochrie team up for the first time, a new romance ensues. But when Doctor Mochrie is threatened by the killer, the race is on to stop the killer before he creates his masterpiece.
Psychosocial - Chapter 8
As Ryan left for a second time to sort out the commotion outside, I sat back and watched Proops as he hurriedly gulped down the water that Ryan had brought for him. He seem hugely distressed by all the questioning, especially Ryan’s bad-cop act, but surprisingly, I didn’t feel sorry for him. All I could remember was Chip Esten when we first me him. He was heartbroken at the loss of his friend. I had never seen a man so upset, it was like someone had physically ripped his heart out. And if I was currently sitting across from the man who had caused Esten that amount of emotional pain, and then also ended his life, then I wasn’t about to show him any pity.
“So Mr. Proops, what about Chip Esten?”
Proops looked up at me, his eyes begging for a break from the constant questions. It wasn’t going to happen. We had broke him, and I wasn’t about to leave him so he could get his confidence back for round two. “I um….. I saw him at the club, Rubix, and um…” He sniffed loudly, trying to maintain some dignity.
“Who approached who?”
“He approached me. He wanted to talk about the guy from the night before, Brad.”
“So what happened then?”
“Well, he bought me a drink and we were sitting talking about him. Chip was talking about how fantastic he was, and when I brought up the proceedings of the night before, he started crying and telling me that he doesn’t normally do that.”
“Did you not wonder why he was crying?”
“To be honest, no.” Proops stated, a slight smile going onto his face, “I didn’t even like him. But he asked me to dance so I thought ‘Why not?’. At the end of the night, he asked me to come back to his to ‘talk’ about Brad some more, but I said no.”
“Why?”
“He just wasn’t my type.”
The door opened and Ryan walked back in, looking a little flustered and very obviously pissed off. He slammed the door shut, and I watched as Proops’ whole body tensed up. Ryan strolled over and sat down next to me at the table.
“Do you know where I’ve just been Proops?” Ryan asked. Proops quickly shook his head. “I’ve just had to explain to a person who obviously loves you very much - God knows why - why you are sitting in a police station.”
“D-Drew?” Proops stuttered. “What d-did you s-say to him?” The tears were beginning to come back to him now. His fear of losing Drew was becoming more and more apparent.
“I told him that why you were here. I told him that you had been arrested on suspicion of murder.”
Proops burst into tears then. “Oh fuck, w-why did you d-do that? He’s g-gonna hate me n-now, and he’ll l-leave….”
“I did that because I believe that people need to know the truth Proops. So why don’t you start telling us the truth and then you can see Drew and explain to him why you’ve been lying to him too?”
“I h-haven’t been l-lying to you! E-Everything I’ve told y-you is the t-truth!”
I stayed silent throughout this. I had gotten information off Proops and now it was Ryan’s turn to find out if that information was true. He was much better at imitation than I was. “Listen to me Proops. You are in very very deep shit right now. So I suggest you stop bullshitting around us, and start telling us the truth alright?”
Proops looked like he wanted to disappear into the ground.
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It was around two hours later when we finally had to let Proops go. He had maintained his innocence through the entire questioning, and stuck to his story. I was beginning to have my doubts. Ryan also. We were discussing it as we walked back to Ryan’s office.
“I don’t know Ry. He’s sticking to the story pretty closely. In fact, he didn’t slip once.”
“I know. But this guy that we’re dealing with, he’s smart Col. He’s not wanting caught yet.”
We reached Ryan’s office and walked in, both of us heading instantly for the window for a smoke. We both lit up and as I was about to speak to Ryan, we heard one very angry voice and a pleading voice floating through the window. Ryan and I peeked out and saw Drew Carey marching along the car park, followed by Greg Proops who was looking complete torn apart.
“Drew, honey, please, I’m so sorry!”
“Forget it Greg! I don’t waste my time on cheaters!”
“Drew, please. I didn’t sleep with anyone!” Carey stopped in his tracks and turned round to face Proops.
“Don’t lie to me.” He said slowly. “After all you’ve done, don’t lie to me.” Proops lowered his head to the ground and looked pretty pathetic. “How long have you been going without me Greg?”
“Six months.”
“How many people have you slept with in that time?”
“About ten people.”
“One night stands?”
“Some of them.” Proops muttered. “It was just fucks Drew. I needed something to satisfy my tastes and you’re not into that, so I thought that I should get them somewhere else. I didn’t want to ask you.”
“Why not?”
“Because the things that I like are degrading Drew. And I’ve never wanted to do that to you.”
Proops never saw that slap coming, but Carey clocked him one on the side of the face. “And you think cheating on me isn’t degrading?! I should hate you right now. I really should.”
“Please don’t, Drew. I love you, I always have. I just didn’t want to ruin the relationship by bringing that kind of shit that I like into our lives. It’s disgusting, but it works for me, Drew. Please, honey, I love you. Can you forgive me? Can we give this another shot?”
I watched as Proops begged for his lover to take him back. He was acting as though the answer that Carey would give would either make or break his world.
“Drew, please, I’ll promise you now. I’ll never go back to that club alone. If I ever go again, I’ll go with you. I’ll cancel all my memberships, you can even tell them to ban me, but please, don’t leave me.”
“I can’t…..I need to think….”
“But-”
“No Greg! You promised last time, but I can’t….. I don’t know…….. I’ll see you at home later.”
Carey walked to his car and never once looked back. But from where Ryan and I were standing, we could see the tears pouring down his face. It was obvious that he was about to make the most heart-wrenching decision of his life.
“I love you Drew! Just, whatever you decide, please remember that!” Proops shouted, the tears falling down his face too. I reached around and found Ryan’s hand. He covered my hand with his own and squeezed it gently. I was about to open my mouth to ask Ryan a question, but he beat me to the answer.
“That won’t happen with us.”
“What are we gonna do Ry?”
He didn’t even pretend to not know what I was talking about. “I don’t know Col.”
“Does one of us move when this case ends? Will we finish when the case ends? What happens if the killer gets to me?” Ryan spun round and enveloped me in the best hug I could ever remember having.
“You’ll survive, I’m not letting anyone get to you.”
“And when the case ends?”
Ryan stayed silent. “I’ll move. I hate it here anyway.”
I laughed and tugged Ryan closer to me. I knew that we would have to talk about it better later on, but until then, I was happy that he had offered to move.
The next three hours we spent checking out all the Proops’ alibis that he had given for each night of the murders. Unfortunately for us, all of them checked out. We had even tried to contact the taxi driver that had taken him home that night. The company had stated that they were going to contact all the drivers and get back to us. We were at another dead end.
“What the fuck?” Ryan eventually grumbled, throwing his pen down on his desk. “We had Proops, I was so fucking sure it was Proops. It was perfect.”
“It’s not him Ry. Every alibi checks out.”
“Who else can it be then?!”
“Ry, calm down. We’ll look through all of Sherwood’s contacts in his phone and see if we can match any of the other victims. After that, then we’ll think of something else.”
A sudden knock at the door interrupted Ryan’s fury. I was learning quickly that Ryan had short temper, but he never seemed to be angry at me. “WHAT?!” He shouted at the top of his voice. I sat and stayed cooled. If I lost my temper, then it would either in end in one of us being suspended, or rough angry sex which could get both of us suspended if someone walked in, or heard. Judging from our past sexy times, it would be Ryan being heard.
The door opened and Phillips walked in looking extremely nervous. “S..s..sir?”
“What is it Officer?” I was worried, as I’m sure that Phillips was, that Ryan would explode if he opened his mouth again.
“We’ve um… we’ve had a call from San Francisco.”
“Yeah….” I asked. I was tired and not in the mood to be hugely supportive as this time.
“There’s been another murder. Similar to the ones that we’ve had here.”
“Oh shit.” Ryan muttered. “Details?”
“The victims’ name is Wayne Brady. He was found hanging upside down in his room, his skin was removed.”
“How?” I asked.
“P-p-pardon?” Phillips stuttered.
“How was the skin removed? In one, or in pieces?”
“Um… in two parts, half and half.”
“Right, thank you.”
“Well, um… Chief wants to ask you what you’re going to do about it.”
Ryan looked up at me and I nodded. “Tell him that we’ll head there now. But tell him to phone up a motel and get a room booked.”
“Sir.” Phillips agreed and left the room. As soon as he had gone, I flipped through all the paper until I found Proops’ records.
“Ryan. Look.” Ryan stood up and walked around the desk. A small smile crept across his face, before it quickly disappeared to be replaced by a puzzled frown. “This just makes it even more fucking confusing.”
“I know.” We were looking at Proops’ place of birth. San Francisco, California. “It’s all leading back to him. Has he been back home recently?”
“I don’t know. Looking at his alibis, he hasn’t been back recently enough.”
“How long does it take to drive there?”
“Roughly six hours. I suppose that he could drive there and back if he didn’t go home on the night of Sherwood’s murder.”
“You reckon?”
The phone rang and was quickly picked up by Ryan. “Detective Ryan Stiles.”
I watched as a smile quickly covered Ryan’s face as he had a quick conversation with the person on the other end. “You sure?” A pause. “There’s no doubt at all?” A voice answered him. “Great. Thank you so much, you’ve helped greatly.” He slammed the phone down, leant forward and kissed me so hard that I was ready to have my trousers down and have him take me over the table.
“You seemed pleased.” I panted.
“That was the taxi firm. They did drop Proops off last night.”
“So why are you so happy?”
“They didn’t drop him off at his home address Col. He didn’t go home on the night of Sherwood’s murder.”
“That could be good or bad. He could have been going to an ex-lovers’ house, a friends house, a relatives, anything.” But the smile still didn’t go off Ryan’s face. “What do you know that I don’t?”
“I know the address. It’s a garage. Why would he be going to a garage except to pick up a car? Carey said it himself. He didn’t get in until five in the evening from his job. He leaves it at seven in the morning to go to his own job. He said that it’s not unusual for him not to see Proops in the morning if he is working his day shift. That gives Proops plenty of time to drive to San Francisco and to drive back. He could have used his family, if he still has any there, as a cover up.”
“How do we prove it?”
“We need to go to the garage, and check the licence plates. We find out which one matches to Proops, and then check to see if that car has been spotted on any CCTV cameras in San Francisco.” Ryan kissed me again, pleased with this new lead. I personally wasn’t as convinced as he was that Proops was our killer, but this new lead brought him firmly as our prime suspect again. He could just be a really good actor. Perhaps Carey did really mean that much to him. But if that was the case, why hadn’t he killed Carey yet? It would have been so much easier to get rid of Carey, it would allow him to continue his killing spree without suspicion from Carey.
“Ryan.” I said, wondering aloud. “Maybe we should phone Drew Carey.”
“Why?”
“He might be in danger from Proops. If Proops is our killer, then why hasn’t he killed Carey yet? I think he does care about him, maybe even love him, but now that we’ve drawn attention to him, Carey could be in danger.” I saw Ryan puzzling over this before coming to a decision.
“Yeah, you’re right. I want to talk to him anyway.”
“About what?”
“I want to know what days he didn’t see Proops in the morning. If the days match with the days of the deaths, then we have him.”
“We can do that on the way then.”
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We had set off from L.A. at around six in the evening, and hoped to arrive at the motel at midnight. We planned to sleep and then visit the crime scene tomorrow. Ryan had phoned ahead to the San Francisco Police Department to inform them. They had told them that they had removed the body but would leave everything else as it was until we arrived tomorrow. Evidence had been collected already, but both Ryan and myself wanted another look before they started cleaning it up. I didn’t admit to Ryan, but I was quite glad that the body was gone.
We had been driving for two hours when we stopped for a break and switched driving. Ryan had been driving us from L.A. so far and I could see that his back was beginning to hurt him a bit, so I offered. As I drove us after our short break, Ryan phoned Drew Carey. I could hear the phone ringing on the other end.
“Hello?”
“Drew Carey?”
“Yes, who’s this?”
“It’s Detective Ryan Stiles from the Los Angeles Police Department.”
“Oh, hello. How can I help?”
“Well, Mr. Carey, I was wondering if you could possibly give us a list of the days that you’ve been working day shift while Mr. Proops has been working night shift.”
“Why?”
Ryan rolled his eyes. I could tell that he wasn’t used to be questioned in his line of work. “We need to check his alibis for the night of the murders.”
“Oh, right, well, everyday for the past two weeks then.”
“When do you actually see Mr Proops when you both are working opposite shifts?”
Carey snorted on the other end of the phone. “Greg doesn’t work, Detective, he goes out and pulls random guys behind my back, remember?”
“Yes. But I still need an answer from you please.”
“I usually see him at five when I get in from work. He hangs around until nine and then goes to his….work.”
“Thank you Mr. Carey. Also, I can’t give out any details, but if Mr. Proops is not who you think he is, I would watch yourself.”
“I know my Greg Detective, and he’s not a killer.”
“Mr. Carey, look, did you ever think that he would ever be arrested on suspicion of murder?” There was silence from Carey. “People aren’t always who you think they are, so please, it would make myself and Doctor Mochrie feel better too if you promise to be careful when you’re going out.”
“I will do Detective, but I stand by what I said. Greg is a liar, and he is a cheat, but he’s not a killer.”
Ryan thanked Carey and hung up, his face frowned in annoyance. I let him stay in silence for a couple of minutes while he ran everything through his head. “I’m think it’s him, Col.” He eventually stated.
“Proops?”
Ryan nodded. “I think he is our killer.”
“What did Carey say?”
“That for the past 2 weeks, they’ve been working opposite shifts. These murders have been going on for just under two weeks. He said to me that Proops isn’t the killer, but it’s natural that he would stand up for him though.”
“Go through why you think Proops is the killer. If I see anything that could even suggest that he’s not, I’ll tell you.”
“Right, Proops and Carey have been working opposite shifts, therefore, every night Proops has had the freedom to go out and do whatever he likes. He was seen with both Sherwood and Esten on the nights of their deaths, and on the night that Esten died, Proops didn’t go home at the time he said he did.”
“What time did he leave at though?”
“I don’t know, 1am?”
“Esten didn’t leave the club until it closed at 3am.”
“But Proops was dropped off at a garage, so there is a possibility that there is car there and Proops could have drove round to Esten’s place. If he killed Sherwood, he would know the house already.”
“True.” I agreed.
“I don’t know Col, everything is pointing to him now.”
“It is. But I think we should check out San Francisco before we assume anything else. That’s what is bothering me Ry, it’s the fact that we’re assuming everything. We don’t know anything concrete apart from the fact that we know that Proops goes to those clubs, and was seen with the last two victims. But it was him that told us that. We’re only guessing that he could’ve picked up his car that night. Plus, is there anything that links him to be previous murders?”
Ryan looked at me, a small smile on his face. “What?” I asked.
“You would’ve made a fantastic detective.”
I laughed. “I thought about it,” I admitted, “But I don’t think that I could’ve dealt with all the blood and guts. I don’t know how you can.”
“You get used to it after a while.” Ryan said. I felt my heart sink at his comment. Ryan, my Ryan, was used to seeing death everywhere. What sort of effect would that have had on him?
I drove us the rest of the way to San Francisco, continually talking about the case. Things that tied Proops to the deaths, things that didn’t. It was safe to say that Proops was our main suspect, but there was also too many things that didn’t link him with the murders to officially charge him with them.
When we eventually reached San Francisco, we went straight to the hotel. It was almost midnight exactly, and we were both tired. Well, not too tired if you know what I mean. We checked into the motel under a fake name just in case our killer wasn’t Proops. Since the killer had found out where I was staying on the first night, and as far as anyone else knew, where I was still staying, it wouldn’t have been smart to check into to another motel miles away from where I was supposed to be. Ryan opened the door - “ladies first” he had said with a wink - before we both collapsed on the bed.
“So….” I began.
“So….” Ryan murmured.
“Want to fuck?” I said bluntly. It obviously struck Ryan by surprise because he started laughing uncontrollably, his whole body shaking with the effort to stop. I’ll admit to a small smile on my own face, but only because of Ryan. His giggles showed no sign of stopping soon, so I thought of the best way to stop them. I straddled him and began running my hands up and down his chest. I knew it had its intended effect when his giggles slowed down and became more moans than anything else. I smiled a little smile before slowing undoing each button. When his glorious bare chest was open to me, I leant over and began pressing small kisses all over, paying special attention all the little scars that I saw. I knew Ryan didn’t like to talk about them, but they were from physical encounters that he had had over the years. A small nick from a knife, a burn from where a bullet had narrowly missed him. I kept running my hands all his body, and began moving down his trousers where I began massaging him all around the area that he now obviously needed me.
“Col….” He moaned loudly, “Shit, don’t tease.”
I gave a small hum, but didn’t take any notice of his warning. This, I had decided, was payback for laughing at my request. So I wasn’t going to pay any attention to his. I undid the button on his trousers and pulled the zip down, but didn’t do anything else. He lifted his hips off of the bed, trying to get some friction but I pulled back. I wanted to make him completely crazy with lust, unable to think straight.
“Col, you’re not playing fair.”
“I didn’t realise that you wanted fair.” I said. I placed one small light kiss on his cloth covered bulge, pleased when his hips sprang off the bed again, aching for some relief.
“Yes,” he panted, “I want fair, I want……” I began to climb back up his body, placing kisses everywhere until I reached his lips, taking his bottom lip gently between my teeth.
After giving his lip a little nip, I lay on top of him, my face level to his own. “You want?” I asked.
“Yes.” Ryan gasped.
“Then take it.” That was all the incentive Ryan needed to roll us over so he was on top. He ripped open my shirt, allowing the buttons to fly everywhere before attacking my own chest. I started to regret my earlier actions as Ryan let his masterful tongue lose on me. “Ryan…I want to….want you to….”
“What do you want?” Ryan whispered, his voice so low that it went straight to my crotch.
“I want to…..be on my…..knees…you…behind…please.” Ryan flipped me over with one strong arm and instantly pulled me up my knees. He rubbed himself up against my ass, which was still frustratingly still clothed. I sat up quickly and undid the buttons before I felt Ryan’s hand on my back.
“I want to do that.” He growled. I went back down on all fours before Ryan roughly pulled my trousers and boxers down in one. He pressed himself against me again, and it was my turn to growl when I realised that he still had his own boxers on.
“Frustrated much Col?” Ryan said, and I could hear the smirk in his voice.
“Fuck.” I grunted.
“God, don’t I know it.” Ryan said, sliding up and down me.
“For the love of God Ryan, fuck me already!” I ordered.
There was suddenly a finger near my entrance, obviously lubricated by saliva. He teased me gently until he sensed that I was ready and slowly entered one finger into me. It felt fantastic, and I instantly squirmed and clenched, trying desperately to get that finger deeper into me.
“Another, Christ, Ry, another, please.” Ryan added a second finger, slowly rotating them round and round, driving me crazy. He was added another, speeding up his ministrations.. “Now.” I commanded.
I heard Ryan quickly pull his own boxers down and off, and spit into his own hand. We had brought some stuff with us, but right now, we were too crazy with lust to even consider halting the process. I felt him position himself behind me, and then began to slowly sink in. I held my breath as he went deeper and deeper, and I knew that I was waiting for him to hit that spot, that spot inside which makes me turn to jelly.
“So near Ryan, deeper,” I begged him.
Suddenly, Ryan thrust into me, and collided with my prostate, which caused me to howl out in pleasure. “Jesus, Ryan, fuck!” Ryan didn’t even give me a moment to recover, he thrust into me like his life was depending on it. His hands found purchase on my hips, and he began rocking me back and forth on my knees to meet his sharp thrusts.
“Fuck, Col, you’re perfect,” he panted. I moaned back as he slid in and out of me, his grunts matching my own. I could hear his breath speed up and become shallower and shallower. “I’m close, Col.”
“Touch me, please, Ry, touch me….” I begged him. He reached round and grabbed me in a grip so tight, he brought me to the edge almost instantly. Ryan thrust hard once, twice and one last time before he screamed my name and squeezed me tight.
“COLIN!”
“FUCK, RY!”
I exploded, and I’m pretty sure that I saw Heaven at the moment. All I could see was white light, and could feel Ryan all around and inside me. I could feel my heart swell up and burst, and I clenched my entire body to keep Ryan inside me. He draped his body over mine, and held me close as our breathing slowed and regulated. Ryan eventually soften and slipped from me and collapsed onto the bed, dragging me down next to him. I kicked off my boxers and trousers which Ryan had left on, before snuggling into him.
“That….I can’t…..so good….” Ryan said, his voice ruined from his yell.
“I know,” I giggled, “We’ve got to do that again.”
“Not now,” Ryan said, “I don’t think I can move.”
“I can,” I said, feebly lifting my arm but allowing it to flop back onto the bed, “Well, I can sort of move.”
“You lie, you can’t move at all.” Ryan said, sleep lacing his voice, “Go to sleep now, I’ll wake you up should I feel a need for exhausting myself again.”
“I’ll see you in an hour then.”
The sound of soft snoring then made me think that it might actually be a few hours before Ryan woke me up.
An hour later, I woke him up.