Slash, Fag and a Bottle of Scotch - Chapter 9
Fic: Slash, Fag and a Bottle of Scotch
Author: jitterfly
Pairings/Characters: Chandler, Kent, Miles
Rating: 15+
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine ....
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Chandler gets a shocking call ... and the rest is what follows. :)
"How are we doing?"
Miles leant over Mansell as the latter trolled through various clips of CCTV. "Still looking." Chandler looked at Miles questioningly, wondering what took him so long, but the DS just shook his head. Attentions turned back to the screen and Chandler shouted stop, maybe a little too loudly in such close proximity to the DC's ear.
As he pointed to the screen, he looked at his subordinate for reassurance. "That's it. That's the road with the building site. Can you get different angles?"
"Now I know what I'm looking for."
Miles gave a small smile, trying to comfort his anxious boss as Mansell proceeded to type at a surprisingly quick pace. They really didn't give him enough credit for it, but he was good with computers.
"Alright. I've got the main road, the building site and the alley. The only other camera in the area's blocked by construction tools."
Miles and Chandler weren't listening to the last bit. They'd both heard what they needed.
"Alley. It'll be the alley." Chandler reluctantly gave the instruction before turning away.
The whole team was there now, on chairs, or just standing in the background. They all wanted Justice for their youngest. He turned round once more, having thought of one last necessity. "Check the street first. That's where the attack ..." He sighed "...Started."
Mansell looked uncertainly to Miles before forwarding the tape.
The station was silent as the men watched time increase. Minutes turned to seconds and hours to minutes as the screen conveyed images of the quiet street. Miles took the opportunity to look up at the separate office, still housing the anxious DC. He nudged Chandler and nodded to Kent. "Send 'im home, yeah?"
The DI nodded silently and made his way to the office while concerned faces remained on the empty street. 6AM had rapidly turned into 6PM and Chandler silently resumed his position at the back. "He alright?" Joe looked at his DS, tiredness still in his eyes. "He wasn't happy. But he left." His eyes travelled back to the screen whilst Miles' remained on his boss a second longer. Resilient was the only word that came to mind.
"Wait. There!" At the shout, Miles' eyes darted back to the screen and were instantly met with the tiny figure of what was obviously Kent, now paused in the middle of the road. Chandler resumed control, although reluctant to do so. If he lead this bit though, he could maybe get away with it when he really needed to leave. "Right. Now play in normal speed."
The men watched in utter silence as the figure of their beloved colleague slowly walked down the deserted street. Sure enough, as Kent had said, he started to look around, clearly anxious. His pace had sped up, although barely noticeably. They knew he was trying to keep calm. As they watched him turn back, head pointed at the orange Vespa at the top of the screen, Mansell suddenly pointed. As the rest looked to his finger tip, pressed against the screen, bodies automatically leant forward as they each strained to see. But, after a second or two, they all did.
Walking behind Kent at a slow and steady pace, were two men. "The twins."
Collective breaths were held as each man in turn knew what was inevitably about to happen. Chandler has to bite his tongue to stem the urge to shout out to his tiny boyfriend. To tell him to turn around, to run. To do anything. But instead, he remained silent, watching with the rest as the men in suits caught up to their friend and viciously push him against a wall.
Sure enough, the events from Kent's medical report were carried out one by one in front of their eyes. Bruises noted earlier were being made, superficial cuts were being sliced into Kent's skin as they taunted him with the blade destined to slash him. And sure enough, after nearly five minutes of brutal taunting, the knife was raised above the left twin's head and driven down with sickening speed into the tiny figure's right buttock. As the blade was forced down, they watch Kent in helpless horror. Watched his legs give way as the second twin held him up by sheer force on his back. Watched as the second blow was delivered with even more strength.
Only the whirring of the tower could be heard as each man brought his hand to his mouth. To watch a man so defenceless get attacked like that was like a punch to their hearts, but to watch it done to a friend felt more like the blade residing in the suited man's hand.
After another five minutes the attack was seemingly over. The twins back away and Kent, drained of all energy and losing blood, dropped to the floor. Stunned faces watched as each man knew what was coming.
Arms reached down and Kent was hauled up by the twins, just enough to be dragged, seemingly effortlessly to the alley noted earlier.
Without a word Mansell commanded the computer to change the view and the picture changed dramatically. The screen was now filled with a cold, dark and narrow alleyway. A single lamppost shone weakly as the figures from the street pulled Kent onto the new screen.
The could see their faces now and in a second Joe felt more hatred for the tiny figures than he thought he was capable of. Their faces were completely identical, as were their outfits. Slowly, Kent was dragged along the ground, blood seeping through his trousers.
As the twin on the left bent down, reaching out to Kent, he suddenly jolted to a stop.
…
Miles pulled his arm back from the keyboard. He may not know a lot about computers, but he knew how to pause. Faces all turned to him now, looking for an explanation to the sudden action.
"Lets give the lad some dignity, 'eh? Only one of us has to watch this."
They turned away now, each looking at each other, hoping someone else would speak up. As faint murmurs of reluctance were voiced, Miles had been the only one to notice the departure of their DI. He didn't blame him. No one wanted to watch the horrendous footage and he didn't expect Joe to.
"I'll do it."
He had almost surprised himself, but Miles had a duty. As the oldest, the most experienced and he guessed, 'head' of their team right now, Miles owed it to them all to be the one to volunteer.
"Go on. It's time for a lunch break anyway."
One by one, the men left, each showing their gratitude to the DS, until the room was once again silent; Miles and Chandler the only inhabitants.
A quick look at the separate office and the broken man inside spurred Miles on. He'd made the right decision for the team, and like it or not, all that was left to do was to push play.
...
Kent came to life again as the men in suits dragged him further into the alley. Miles watched on in horror as one of them slowly bent down. His movements were careful, almost gentle now as he unbuttoned Kent's shirt. Every fibre of his body screamed for Miles to look away but another quick glance at his boss, lent over with his head in his hands urged his eyes back to the screen.
His shirt was on the floor now and the attention was turned to his lower half. The skinny chest of the young man visibly tensed as his trousers were slid down with an unnatural and disturbing finesse.
What came next was the stuff of nightmares, seen only in bad medical soaps and late night horror films. Miles had to restrain himself from covering his eyes on several occasions. He watched as the body of his youngest colleague, of his friend writhed and struggled on the ground. Watched as it was forced back down by arms stronger than his and watched as the most awful thing he would ever have to see, unfolded before his welling eyes.
Chandler's head had gone beyond painful. The throbbing had been overtaken over an hour ago by a constant, fierce compression. It felt like it was going to implode with pain and his temples stung from the sheer amount of menthol eating into him.
A knock at the door sent a blind pain through his skull and it physically hurt to look up at the intruder.
"Come."
Miles stood in the doorway, feeling weak to the stomach. He would have come in, but honestly, he felt like he might throw up at any moment and he didn't want to send the boss over the edge.
"Well?" Chandler didn't even want to ask the question. He needed to know, of course, but the endless possibilities of response had frightened him more than he could say. He needed to know.. But he really didn't want to.
"Who was it?"
While the DI's mind buzzed with answers not yet given, the anxious DS took a breath, ready to deliver the news.
"Both."
Author: jitterfly
Pairings/Characters: Chandler, Kent, Miles
Rating: 15+
Disclaimer: Characters are not mine ....
Warnings: Slash
Summary: Chandler gets a shocking call ... and the rest is what follows. :)
"How are we doing?"
Miles leant over Mansell as the latter trolled through various clips of CCTV. "Still looking." Chandler looked at Miles questioningly, wondering what took him so long, but the DS just shook his head. Attentions turned back to the screen and Chandler shouted stop, maybe a little too loudly in such close proximity to the DC's ear.
As he pointed to the screen, he looked at his subordinate for reassurance. "That's it. That's the road with the building site. Can you get different angles?"
"Now I know what I'm looking for."
Miles gave a small smile, trying to comfort his anxious boss as Mansell proceeded to type at a surprisingly quick pace. They really didn't give him enough credit for it, but he was good with computers.
"Alright. I've got the main road, the building site and the alley. The only other camera in the area's blocked by construction tools."
Miles and Chandler weren't listening to the last bit. They'd both heard what they needed.
"Alley. It'll be the alley." Chandler reluctantly gave the instruction before turning away.
The whole team was there now, on chairs, or just standing in the background. They all wanted Justice for their youngest. He turned round once more, having thought of one last necessity. "Check the street first. That's where the attack ..." He sighed "...Started."
Mansell looked uncertainly to Miles before forwarding the tape.
The station was silent as the men watched time increase. Minutes turned to seconds and hours to minutes as the screen conveyed images of the quiet street. Miles took the opportunity to look up at the separate office, still housing the anxious DC. He nudged Chandler and nodded to Kent. "Send 'im home, yeah?"
The DI nodded silently and made his way to the office while concerned faces remained on the empty street. 6AM had rapidly turned into 6PM and Chandler silently resumed his position at the back. "He alright?" Joe looked at his DS, tiredness still in his eyes. "He wasn't happy. But he left." His eyes travelled back to the screen whilst Miles' remained on his boss a second longer. Resilient was the only word that came to mind.
"Wait. There!" At the shout, Miles' eyes darted back to the screen and were instantly met with the tiny figure of what was obviously Kent, now paused in the middle of the road. Chandler resumed control, although reluctant to do so. If he lead this bit though, he could maybe get away with it when he really needed to leave. "Right. Now play in normal speed."
The men watched in utter silence as the figure of their beloved colleague slowly walked down the deserted street. Sure enough, as Kent had said, he started to look around, clearly anxious. His pace had sped up, although barely noticeably. They knew he was trying to keep calm. As they watched him turn back, head pointed at the orange Vespa at the top of the screen, Mansell suddenly pointed. As the rest looked to his finger tip, pressed against the screen, bodies automatically leant forward as they each strained to see. But, after a second or two, they all did.
Walking behind Kent at a slow and steady pace, were two men. "The twins."
Collective breaths were held as each man in turn knew what was inevitably about to happen. Chandler has to bite his tongue to stem the urge to shout out to his tiny boyfriend. To tell him to turn around, to run. To do anything. But instead, he remained silent, watching with the rest as the men in suits caught up to their friend and viciously push him against a wall.
Sure enough, the events from Kent's medical report were carried out one by one in front of their eyes. Bruises noted earlier were being made, superficial cuts were being sliced into Kent's skin as they taunted him with the blade destined to slash him. And sure enough, after nearly five minutes of brutal taunting, the knife was raised above the left twin's head and driven down with sickening speed into the tiny figure's right buttock. As the blade was forced down, they watch Kent in helpless horror. Watched his legs give way as the second twin held him up by sheer force on his back. Watched as the second blow was delivered with even more strength.
Only the whirring of the tower could be heard as each man brought his hand to his mouth. To watch a man so defenceless get attacked like that was like a punch to their hearts, but to watch it done to a friend felt more like the blade residing in the suited man's hand.
After another five minutes the attack was seemingly over. The twins back away and Kent, drained of all energy and losing blood, dropped to the floor. Stunned faces watched as each man knew what was coming.
Arms reached down and Kent was hauled up by the twins, just enough to be dragged, seemingly effortlessly to the alley noted earlier.
Without a word Mansell commanded the computer to change the view and the picture changed dramatically. The screen was now filled with a cold, dark and narrow alleyway. A single lamppost shone weakly as the figures from the street pulled Kent onto the new screen.
The could see their faces now and in a second Joe felt more hatred for the tiny figures than he thought he was capable of. Their faces were completely identical, as were their outfits. Slowly, Kent was dragged along the ground, blood seeping through his trousers.
As the twin on the left bent down, reaching out to Kent, he suddenly jolted to a stop.
…
Miles pulled his arm back from the keyboard. He may not know a lot about computers, but he knew how to pause. Faces all turned to him now, looking for an explanation to the sudden action.
"Lets give the lad some dignity, 'eh? Only one of us has to watch this."
They turned away now, each looking at each other, hoping someone else would speak up. As faint murmurs of reluctance were voiced, Miles had been the only one to notice the departure of their DI. He didn't blame him. No one wanted to watch the horrendous footage and he didn't expect Joe to.
"I'll do it."
He had almost surprised himself, but Miles had a duty. As the oldest, the most experienced and he guessed, 'head' of their team right now, Miles owed it to them all to be the one to volunteer.
"Go on. It's time for a lunch break anyway."
One by one, the men left, each showing their gratitude to the DS, until the room was once again silent; Miles and Chandler the only inhabitants.
A quick look at the separate office and the broken man inside spurred Miles on. He'd made the right decision for the team, and like it or not, all that was left to do was to push play.
...
Kent came to life again as the men in suits dragged him further into the alley. Miles watched on in horror as one of them slowly bent down. His movements were careful, almost gentle now as he unbuttoned Kent's shirt. Every fibre of his body screamed for Miles to look away but another quick glance at his boss, lent over with his head in his hands urged his eyes back to the screen.
His shirt was on the floor now and the attention was turned to his lower half. The skinny chest of the young man visibly tensed as his trousers were slid down with an unnatural and disturbing finesse.
What came next was the stuff of nightmares, seen only in bad medical soaps and late night horror films. Miles had to restrain himself from covering his eyes on several occasions. He watched as the body of his youngest colleague, of his friend writhed and struggled on the ground. Watched as it was forced back down by arms stronger than his and watched as the most awful thing he would ever have to see, unfolded before his welling eyes.
Chandler's head had gone beyond painful. The throbbing had been overtaken over an hour ago by a constant, fierce compression. It felt like it was going to implode with pain and his temples stung from the sheer amount of menthol eating into him.
A knock at the door sent a blind pain through his skull and it physically hurt to look up at the intruder.
"Come."
Miles stood in the doorway, feeling weak to the stomach. He would have come in, but honestly, he felt like he might throw up at any moment and he didn't want to send the boss over the edge.
"Well?" Chandler didn't even want to ask the question. He needed to know, of course, but the endless possibilities of response had frightened him more than he could say. He needed to know.. But he really didn't want to.
"Who was it?"
While the DI's mind buzzed with answers not yet given, the anxious DS took a breath, ready to deliver the news.
"Both."