CSI:New Jersey [1/3]
CSI: NEW JERSEY Frank & Gerard.
NC-17 for language, sex and murder.
“Lets go to a rave and behave like we’re trippin simply coz we’re so in love!”
Frank’s feet shifted across as he moved over the spit shine floor, white sneakers squeaking over the polish as he held the duster in his right hand, half using it as a microphone and half using it for its original purpose, dusting the torn off handle of a car door for prints.
At the other side of the room, Ray, Frank’s lab partner, danced with a little less enthusiasm, the outline of his rear through his white coat bopping from side to side as he picked apart the self made hot wire device with a pair of long nimble tweezers.
He spun around lifting the protective glasses from the bridge of his nose and resting them on his head. He stared across at the younger lab technician, eyeing him with slight amusement as he spun in a quick circle.
“Frank!” He half hollered across the music, causing the younger to look up quickly. “Hey man, you’re dropping powder all over the floor. That shit’s sensitive.”
Frank glanced down to the sprinkles of grey powder surrounding the area he’d just recently been dancing in and looked back to his partner. “S’cool.”
“Yeah well, it won’t be s’cool when Detective Way comes in here to find this mess. I’m not taking the wrap for you,” He paused and sighed. “Again.”
Turning down the volume on the stereo Frank grinned with a child like adorableness. “Aw, you’re good to me Raymond.”
Ray rolled his eyes. “Yeah, too good.”
“Yeah but then I can score you brownie points with the wife at lunch.” He grinned.
“Mikey is not my wife.” Ray scoffed.
“Ray Toro, did I or did I not tell you to pick up your wet towel from the bathroom floor this morning?” Mikey’s shrill tone cut through the music as he stormed in to the lab, leaving Ray sighing and Frank giggling manically.
He patted Ray’s shoulder “Sure dude, whatever you say.”
“Bite me.” Ray grumbled, before turning his fierce expression in to a smile as he faced his beloved. “Sorry hun, banana split make up for it?”
The skinny man readjusted his glasses and pondered for a moment or so. “With sprinkles?”
“As many as you want.” Ray smiled, planting a firm kiss on Mikey’s forehead.
“Ok, you’re forgiven. Just gotta drop in on my brother before we leave.” And he left the room.
“Ah, there goes the missus.”
“You wanna pay for your own lunch Iero?”
_-_-_
The blood on his hands shone like rubies in the moonlight, catching stray white beams causing the liquid to glitter and glint in his menacing eyes. He watched as it dripped slowly down his hands, thick and slow, each drip running over the curves in his skin, filling the lines and leaving a light almost pink trail behind on his pale skin. He observed with a pleasing smile, brought the hand to his lips and let his tongue trail up the path, collecting the drop first and cleaning off the pink trail.
He repeated this several times with a few other rivets of blood which dripped down over his palm and fingers.
As he was sucking the last delicious digit of its precious liquid a lazy moan came from the wooden floor beneath him.
She was stirring.
_-_-_
“Knock, knock”
“Go away.” Gerard mumbled, head buried in paper work which backed up to at least three weeks ago.
“Really, is that any way to talk to your little brother?” Mikey quipped after sliding Gerard’s office door open and stepping inside.
Without looking up from his work, Gerard replied with a raised eyebrow “How about, fuck off you big loser?”
“I’m telling mom.” His younger sibling pouted, to which the older finally sighed and looked up from his work. Mikey’s brows furrowed in concern. “You look tired Gee. How much sleep have you had?”
“I don’t know, three maybe four hours.” He closed the file in front of him, put it to one side and then picked up another. “Was there something you wanted?”
“Just wanted to know if you wanted to come for lunch.”
“A whole hour of watching you and Ray make goo goo eyes at each other? No thanks, I think I’ll pass. I get enough of that already.”
“Yeah well, you don’t have to sleep on our couch y’know.”
“Well, since I got evicted, actually, I do.” Gerard replied, turning the page in the file, his pen flicking quickly across the paper.
Mikey sighed. “It’s been a month Gee, can’t you at least look for a new place?”
“I think your glasses need cleaning, because its obvious you can’t see my empty wallet, or the tumble weed drifting through my bank account.”
Mikey walked forward, leant over the oak desk and placed a kiss on his brother’s forehead. He looked up and smiled weakly at his younger brother, grateful for the family affection.
“Sure you won’t come to lunch?”
“Sure.”
“Double sure?”
“Double sure.”
“Triple sure?”
“For fucks sake Mikey!”
“Sorry, sorry. Lighten up asshole.” Although it was meant to be an insult, the younger Way said it with a smile. He left the office without another word.
Gerard sighed and leant back in his chair, rubbing a hand over his tired face. He lied, he’d only had about an hour’s sleep, if that.
He didn’t mean or want to impose on Mikey and Ray, but he’d been evicted from his house a month ago. His ex had left him six months before that, leaving him with a mountain of bills and the debt from their shared credit card. He was, to put it bluntly, flat out broke.
The big things which weren’t repossessed, like his TV and couch, were sitting comfortable at his mother’s house. He couldn’t stay there with them. As much as he loved his mother he could never live with her.
She was a sex therapist. There was a large name for it which didn’t make it sound as creepy or mortally terrifying, but that’s what she was. There were things all over the house, books, statues, things he didn’t really want to know his mother owned.
After choosing between listening to his little brother having sex or watching his mother show an elderly couple how to thrust so you don’t shatter a pelvis, he packed bare essentials and took up residency on Mikey’s couch. It was uncomfortable, but so was watching his mother thrust.
As he reached for his now cold mug of coffee the phone rang. He reached over and picked it up, his voice dull and effortless. “Way.” He stated.
“No Way!”
“Yes, Way.”
“Way?”
“Way. Wait. Mikey!” He slammed the phone down with the echo of his little brother’s immature giggles.
_-_-_
He stood back in a shadow and watched with excitement as her large blue eyes glanced around the room. They were filled with terror, doubt and confusion. Her long brown locks swept down over her neck and on to her full plump breasts as she leant up on her hands. His small tongue jutted from his mouth and licked at his bottom lip.
She glanced down, and her eyes widened.
“Pretty, isn’t it?” His voice startled her as he stepped from the shadows, his right hand gesturing down to the pale green Victorian corset dress, white lace pulled tight so her breasts bulged out over the lace.
“W-who are you?” She stuttered, but he offered no reply. “W-what do you want?” Her questions were not answered.
“Lower class women can never refuse grapes.” He stated simply, producing a bunch of ripe green grapes. He threw them so they landed in her lap. He advanced closer. She cowered. “Eat them.” He stated. She looked down at the fruit. “Eat them!” He hollered.
She let forth a whimper, tears spilling down her cheeks as her shaky fingers pulled off a single grape and slipped it between her red lips. He watched with a smile.
“Good.” Before she could reach for another he lunged forward and grabbed her hair, fingers tightening around the locks as he yanked her head back. She saw the glint of silver, and there was nothing more she could do. As the blade dragged across her throat, stripping away skin and opening arteries and veins she took her last gargling breath.
_-_-_
“Anything on our sorority girl yet?” Gerard asked as he stepped in to the lab.
“No,” Ray stated with a sigh. “We’re still waiting for Oscar’s autopsy report.”
“Alright, well tell him to hurry up.” He glanced from Ray to the other person in the room. He was shifting his weight from one foot to the other, the fringe from his gun shot hairstyle falling over his slightly tanned face.
“Get those prints for me Fred?”
Frank’s eyes jerked up as Ray began to giggle behind his hand.
“It’s Frank.”
“Oh,” His face flushed with mild embarrassment. “I’m sorry, I’m no good with new names.”
“I’ve been here seven months, Gerard.”
“Oh, oh well then, I’m really sorry.”
He shrugged. “S’cool. And yeah, I got you those prints.” He picked up the file from under his ipod and slid it across the glass table. “It was your first suspect.”
Gerard gripped the file with a small smirk. “I knew it. Good work Frank.” He simply nodded.
“So,” Ray interrupted. “This sorority chick, you think it’s an initiation gone wrong?”
Gerard’s head snapped towards him. “Yeah, yeah, looks that way. She fell from the balcony where she had been told to have her Titanic moment.”
Frank slumped down on a stool. “Man, I never saw any of this Kappa Crapper Slapper shit when I was in college.”
“That’s because you were stoned for most of college, Frank.” Ray informed with a light hearted smirk.
He pointed at his friend. “And getting laid.”
“Let me guess, by every member of the cheerleading team?”
Frank grinned. “And their footballer boyfriends.”
Gerard’s eyes widened slightly as a playful smile ghosted across his lips. He began to back out of the room slowly. “I’ll leave you two to gossip.”
_-_-_
Her body was limp and lifeless on the floor, thick gaping stretch across her throat as she lay in the pool of blood. The liquid tainted her hair a dark black with a thick scent. The red on her cold skin reminded him again of rubies, her once full lips now skinny and blue.
She looked like a porcelain doll, and he thought he’d never seen anything quite so beautiful in all his life. He had to take a picture.
And so, he did, with an old Polaroid camera. He snapped two shots, one for himself, and one, for them.
Then, with care and admiration he slowly removed her dress, leaving her naked and exposed as the skin underneath was gradually revealed. He tossed the pale green dress aside, making a note to hand wash it later.
He longed more than anything to have an un-gloved touch of her cold white skin, but he would have to leave that to a later fantasy.
Pulling the knife from his black leather belt he pondered over her naked form for a moment or so, drawing imaginary lines over her body with the knife as he stood before her.
After making his decision final he knelt down at her side and placed one hand on her abdomen. He mumbled a few things about measurements to himself and then plunged the knife just below her navel, smiling as she bled rubies.
He was rich.
_-_-_
“Knock, knock.”
“Fuck off Mikey.”
“It’s Frank, actually.”
Gerard instantly looked up from his paper work. He’d only finished a further two files since lunch, and he had at least another four or five to get through after this one, which he was currently half way through.
Frank stood in the doorway, a weak smile on his face and two Starbucks coffee cups in his hands. His white lab coat was open, lapels split to reveal his Black Flag t-shirt. Gerard cocked his head to the side.
“Make me come, faggot.”
Frank’s eyes widened. “Excuse me?” Gerard smiled and pointed to his shirt. Frank glanced down and laughed, his cheeks flushing slightly. “Oh, right. Yeah.” He looked back up to the older man. “Want some coffee?” He asked, shaking one of the two cups lightly.
Gerard beamed and nodded. It’d been at least twenty minutes since he’d made himself a cup, and the coffee pot in his office was a whole two meters away.
As Frank handed him the coffee he grinned with delight, enjoying the warmth of the cup against his skin. “Thanks. Sit down, if you like.” He offered, gesturing to one of the two chairs on the other side of his desk.
Frank nodded and dropped his tired body in to the left one, sinking back in to the soft black cushioning and making a content sound.
Gerard glanced at his watch, 9:15pm. “What are you still doing here?” He asked, taking a large sip from the cup, closing his eyes with bliss as the caffeine entered his system.
The younger man shrugged. “Burning the midnight oil?”
“It’s not midnight.”
“Psht. Picky.” They both smiled. “Having fun with your paper work?”
Gerard groaned and glared down at the open file and the stack he had yet to do. He gripped his coffee cup a little tighter. “Sometimes I think people die just to piss me off.”
“Obviously the reason.” Frank replied with a playful roll of his eyes. “Why don’t you do them at home?”
“Because, here is far more relaxing than home. I don’t have to listen to my brother and Ray play fighting and making up.” He shuddered. “It’s peaceful.”
Frank paused and nodded. He bit his lower lip, tongue flicking over his lip ring from the inside of his mouth. “I can go, if you want me to.”
“No, no. It’s fine. Stay, I suppose I could use the company.”
“Okay, sure. I mean, I’m sure I could help out with some of the paperwork, if you need reminding of any of the forensic shit, and can’t be assed looking at Ray’s reports.”
“Yeah, thanks. I’d appreciate that. Sorry about before, the whole Fred thing. I suppose I’ve just had a lot going on. Been living in my own little world lately.”
Frank held up his free hand. “Hey, it’s fine, honestly, don’t worry about it. I’ll wear one of those Hello My Name Is: Frank stickers if you want.”
“Yeah? You can get me one too. Hello My Name Is: Ignorant Asshole.” They laughed. Gerard couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed.
_-_-_
Frank slammed his fist on the table as he gasped for air, face bright red as his other hand clutched his aching stomach.
“Oh, my, god.” He gasped between breaths. It was two hours later, and Gerard had spent the past fifteen minutes telling Frank stories about the many idiotic things which Mikey had done, right from being born all the way up to the present day. They were currently on the topic of the day Mikey tried to take down the Christmas lights from his mother’s house, and ended up suspended upside down outside the living room window with a coil of lights wrapped around his ankle.
“Heeeeeeeeeeelp” Gerard called, his voice getting gradually quieter as his hand swished slowly in front of him, imitating Mikey’s moving body and echoing call.
Frank’s breathy painful laugh turned in to high pitched squeaks and then to softer little giggles that Gerard had heard once or twice from across the hall. He cocked his head to the side and listened to the sound slowly die as Frank managed to fully regain his breath.
It took Gerard a moment or so to realize he was now in fact staring at the younger boy, who was looking back at him with a goofy lop sided grin. He tore his gaze from Frank’s soft features and back to the last file of the night.
“Hey, we’re almost done.” He noted with a pleased smile.
“Awesome.” The younger beamed, settling back in to the chair and propping his feet on the edge of Gerard’s desk. He closed his eyes and sighed, resting his head against the soft material.
Gerard smiled to himself and glance back down to the file.
Ten minutes later the last file was finally complete. The last three week’s worth of murders and fatal accidents were now recorded, documented and signed. With a pleasing nod he set the file on the stack of other completed paper work and set his pen down.
“Right, I think we can-” He stopped himself as he looked up.
Frank was asleep. His chest rose softly and fell back down with a lulling ease. His breathing was steady and slow, black strands of hair fell in front of his closed lids and he looked so peaceful. (So beautiful).
Gerard shook his head quickly.
No Gerard. Just, no.
Sighing, he stood from his chair and walked over to the sleeping body. As he placed his hand on his shoulder to gently shake him awake, the younger man’s head fell on to the hand and nuzzled against it subconsciously while muttering incoherent things.
Gerard froze, sucking in a sharp breath.
Reaching his free hand across to Frank’s other shoulder he lightly shook him. “Frank,” He whispered. “Frank.”
Slowly, Frank began to stir. His head lifted from Gerard’s hand and his eyes blinked open. Gerard drew back, looking down at Frank as he towered above him. He smiled lazily and yawned.
“Hey,” He yawned, his voice relaxed and sleepy. “Sorry, didn’t mean to pass out on you.”
“It’s alright.” Gerard stated, turning back to his desk and picking up his jacket. “It’s late. You need a ride?”
Frank glanced at his watch, his eyes widening a little. “Shit, yeah, if you don’t mind?”
Gerard shook his head lightly and then waited for Frank to collect his things.
_-_-_
“You’re back late.” Bob stated from the couch as Frank walked through his apartment door. Frank jumped three feet in the air at the sound of his room mate’s voice.
He flipped the lights on. “What the fuck are you doin sitting in the dark?”
“Pondering” He answered simply. “And watching Ren and Stimpy.”
Frank sighed and flopped down on to the couch next to Bob, kicking off his shoes and bringing his feet up on to the couch, resting just beneath his ass.
“You have to do much on that sorority girl case?” Frank asked without taking his eyes from the TV screen.
Bob was a lab technician, working all the computerised and technical programming of the labs. He worked on the next corridor, yet they hardly saw each other at work, each lab worker like a hermit to their own work space.
“Nah, not really” He replied. “Just processed photos from the scene. There wasn’t really much for me to do in that department.”
“Psht, lucky.”
“No way man, you guys get those crazy ass chemicals. And you get to shoot at things.”
“For experimental purposes.” Frank noted, holding his index finger up.
“Yeah, but still, at least you get to have a little fun.”
“Reconstructing the brutal murders of innocent people, woohoo!”
“Sarcastic midget.”
_-_-_
“And where have you been?” Mikey asked as he bumped in to Gerard on his way to the bathroom. “Hot date?”
Gerard scoffed. “No, Mom. I was at the lab, working. Some of us do that."
“Bass tutor is working, fucktard. I’m not the one sleeping on a couch.”
Gerard glared at his younger brother, managing to growl an angry “Fuck you.” Before stepping in to the bathroom and slamming the door closed.
Under the hot spray of water he allowed the grime of the day to rinse off his body and slide down the plug hole. He rid his aching muscles of tension but unfortunately the water couldn’t quite reach his heart.
_-_-_
His first success had yet to be found, his present for the piggies and their whole entourage. He’d become increasingly fascinated with one Detective Gerard Way, almost as much as he had with his latest prize.
She was young, mid twenties, blonde hair, slim build and dark green eyes which held an almost innocent sparkle, although it was clear she was far from virginal. Her light blue denim jeans hung snug around her hips, showing off a good amount of skin beneath her navel, tube top showing more above, jutting her breasts out with elastic support and padding.
He rubbed his hands together as he watched from afar and smiled to himself.
Yes, you’ll make a fine whore.
_-_-_
Five-thirty in the morning.
Five-thirty in the fucking morning? Someone better have died!
Gerard groped around in the pitch black for his cell phone as it hummed out some nasty mono tone ring tune. He should get a better one, but he had to sell his other one, along with half of his possessions.
The screen illuminated his face bright blue as he squinted at the screen, but his eyes were too full of sleep to see. Sighing, he flipped it open.
“Way.” He mumbled.
“Detective, a body’s been discovered, we need you down here right away.”
“Shit, can’t it wait till 8:30?” He asked, rubbing his thumb and index finger over his eyes.
“Really Detective, you have to see this now. You’ve been requested for right away.”
Gerard groaned and sat up, shoving the wad of blankets off his body, the cold apartment air hitting his bare legs. “Fine. What’s the address?”
_-_-_
“Jesus Christ.” Gerard gasped as he ducked beneath the yellow police tape. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Yeah,” Officer Mathews mumbled, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as the two men stared down at the hallow corpse of the young woman.
There was a great tear in her skin, from pubic bone to naval, and the layers of tissue had been folded back as though she were a piece of origami.
“She’s got parts missing.” Gerard stated,
Mathews nodded. “Ovaries removed.”
Gerard’s jaw became slack as it seemed increasingly impossible to keep his mouth closed. He was stunned with fear, disgust and a slight sense of awe.
“And we found this, next to the body.” He handed Gerard the Polaroid. “Victorian dress. One of the other CSI’s noted this scene to be just like-”
“Just like Jack the Ripper.” Gerard interrupted in an eerie kind of whisper. Mathews nodded again.
They both knew this would be the first of many.
A/N: Well there you have it, the first of three. Comments and love ♥
PART TWO!