CSI: New Jersey [3/3]
CSI: NEW JERSEY Frank & Gerard.
NC-17 for language, sex and murder.
001 {Bleeding Rubies}
002 {Cry Rubies}
Gerard was at the scene for near enough four hours. He watched as everything was processed, took the bags and stored them in the large black case he would later take to Frank and Ray.
He spent a long time just staring at the bodies. They both had a kidney missing, one the left and the other the right. He stood before them; towering over them trying to imagine what it would be like if they were his creations, his triumphs, his successes. As the hours passed he tried harder and harder to slip in to the mind of a killer until he was left staring at an empty space as the bodies were taken to autopsy.
Mathews placed a hand on Gerard’s shoulder. “A watched pot never boils.” He stated.
Gerard sighed and hung his head. “I feel like its right in front of me.”
“I know, we all do. If there’s one person who can catch him, it’s you.” He offered.
Gerard smiled weakly “Thanks.”
“No problem. You need to get out of here, take these back to the lab, I’ll let you know if anything comes up.”
“Yeah same here.”
Mathews nodded and the two parted. Gerard picked up the two black evidence cases and made his way back to the lab.
_-_-_
“Are you retarded? Cat woman would so kick wonder woman’s ass!”
“Nuh-uh, wonder woman’s got mad skills.” Ray stressed, spinning his pen between his fingers to emphasise his point.
Gerard watched the banter from the doorway. “Well I see you two are having a very productive day.”
Frank’s head jerked towards the door and he immediately smiled, blushing a little as Gerard smiled back. Ray rolled his eyes.
“Alright you two, enough with the gooey eyes.”
Frank scoffed. “Psht, says you! You and Mikey are like the Kings of gooey eyes.”
Ray flipped him off and turned back to Gerard. He eyed the two cases. “What’s in the bag fag?”
Frank immediately let forth a shriek of giggles as Gerard scowled and pulled the cases on to the table. “Evidence from the new Ripper scene.”
Ray pulled the case open “We’ll get to work straight away.”
“Good,” Gerard nodded as Ray took the first lot of smaller bags and organized them on the glass table. “Frank can I see you in my office for a moment?”
Frank grinned and nodded.
“Five minutes.” Ray stated. “I need you in here.”
Frank sighed and followed Gerard in to his office. As he closed the door he found himself once again pressed up against it, caught between the dark oak and Gerard’s lips. He instantly curled his fingers in to Gerard’s black hair, keeping their faces close together. He sighed in to the kiss, just before Gerard pulled away slowly, smiling softly at the younger man.
Frank pecked his lips quickly. “You wanna come over to mine later.”
Gerard thought for a moment. “Maybe.”
“Bob’s visiting his cousin, so the place will be empty.”
“Yeah?”
Frank nodded. “Yeah. Stay over if you want, and if there’s no interruptions maybe they’ll be enough time for you to fuck me in the shower in the morning.”
Gerard grinned, his eyes shining with lust. He captured the younger man’s mouth in a quick sloppy kiss.
“So that’s a yes?” Gerard nodded, to which Frank squealed in triumph.
They kissed again with heat and urgency before Frank had to get back.
_-_-_
The two men were asleep on the dark blue couch when he crept through the door. They were wound around each other, skins merging in to one ghost in the moonlight. He loved how their skin looked bathed in such a pale light, and longed to see how pretty their insides would look on such a night.
He pulled his camera from his jacket and snapped a picture quickly, the flash momentarily illuminating the dark room. Just the one picture this time as it had no other use to him except for warning the Detective. He wasn’t playing his part very well in this game and was becoming far too distracted for his liking.
While the detective had been fooling around in the young lab technician’s apartment his next success was already laying but two streets away.
He scribbled his message quickly on the thick white frame of the Polaroid and left.
_-_-_
Gerard thought he saw a flash, but his half conscious mind put it down to street lights or some strange dream. He pulled Frank tighter against his chest and slipped in to unconscious bliss.
He hadn’t been there long before they’d fallen asleep. Just enough time to order Chinese, watch Alien, make out like high school teenagers, blow each other and then fall asleep after several minutes of more kissing.
Gerard woke with the taste of morning and Frank heavy in his mouth. The alarm on his phone was bleeping madly and he searched the small table for it. He found it and shut it off quickly. Frank was still asleep in his arms, head pressed to his chest, mouth open and drooling slightly.
He shook the younger man softly until his groaned and opened his eyes. “Morning.” He whispered to the detective.
Gerard grinned. “So, how about that shower sex?”
Gerard had never seen anyone move so fast at 7 in the morning.
_-_-_
The water hit them hot and soft as they panted on to one and other, breaths caught between gasps and moans. Frank’s back was pressed against the cold tiles, legs tight around Gerard’s waist as he held the younger man up with all the energy he could muster.
Gerard’s hands slipped against the wall as Frank constricted around him after one rather forceful thrust in to his prostate.
“Gerard,” Frank panted, gripping his hair to the scalp and pulling as he thrust forward again, the strands wet and slipping between his fingers. “Gerard, again, please.”
His whine was almost pathetic, and Gerard couldn’t help but take pity. Settling on hand on the wall and the other under Frank’s right ass cheek he snapped his hips as quick and as hard as he could against the younger man’s, panting and moaning, cursing softly as Frank continued to squeeze around him.
Frank’s head fell back against the tiles, eyes screwed shut and fingers digging red welts in to Gerard’s shoulders. “Yeah, yeah,” He moaned, nodding his head in agreement with each thrust. “Fuck, yes!”
Gerard’s legs were becoming tired and soon they’d end up tumbling in to the bath tub if this didn’t end soon. Pressing Frank even harder in to the wall he brought his steadying hand down on to Frank’s erection, fingers running slow and sharp over the tip, gripping it in his fist as Frank moaned even more.
Frank’s abdomen clenched, the muscles tightening as he came hard and fast on to Gerard’s stomach, mewling Gerard’s name desperately. The sound and feel of the younger man saw Gerard to his own end and as they stood there gasping for breath Gerard decided, then and there, that morning sex was the best.
_-_-_
They stumbled in to the living room some ten minutes later, dried and dressed in the same clothes as the day before. Frank sat on the couch pulling on his shoes as Gerard went to make coffee.
He saw it tucked beneath one of Gerard’s shoes, the white edge sticking out and a dark image. He pulled it from under the sole of the black leather shoe and brought it close to his face, squinting slightly.
Once he realized who was on the photo and had taken in the writing at the bottom his eyes went wide with fear.
“Gerard!” He shrieked.
Gerard came tumbling in to the small living area, tie still not done and shirt unbuttoned at the top. His eyes scanned Frank for any signs of harm and after finding none came to rest on what he was clutching in his hands.
Instantly, he knew who it was from.
He reached out for it and Frank handed it to him, wanting to get as far away from it as possible. Gerard ran his fingers over the image of them sleeping, and had it not been taken by the Ripper such an image would have made him smile.
He whispered the written words left for him. Eyes on the prize, Detective Way.
Five minutes later Mathews called to let Gerard know there had been another death.
_-_-_
Gerard was called in to Mathews’s office. He expected to be called in after handing them the picture. He knew this was coming, the lecture, the possible end of his time working at the lab, but he also knew he had to hand the picture in, for Frank’s safety if not his own. He couldn’t bare it if anything happened to him.
“Come in Gerard,” Mathews stated, leaning back in his brown leather chair, fingers pressed together in front of his lips. Gerard sat on the chair at the other side of the desk, hands nervous and twitching at his sides unsure of what was to come. “You know why you’re here?” He asked.
Gerard nodded. “The photo and what it shows.”
Mathews nodded too bringing his hands to rest on the desk in front. “I trust you know the rules of this lab?” Nod. “And you know that dating co workers is not allowed.” Nod. “And you know that any two people found in any kind of relationship can be dismissed immediately.” Gerard gulped and nodded. Mathews sighed. “And, I trust you also know that this case is the most important and challenging case we’ve had in years.” Gripping the sides of his seat, Gerard nodded. “And that you are the best CSI detective this place has ever seen.” Gerard raised an eyebrow, unsure of what to say or where this was going. “And I really hope you know that I’m not an asshole, and that I’m your friend.”
Gulping just to wet his dry throat Gerard nodded. “Of course.”
“So you know that I’m not going to fire you or Frank for that matter, as long as your relationship doesn’t interfere with both your performances at work.”
Gerard sighed, relief washing over his face as he relaxed back in to the chair. “Yes, thank you, I mean really, thanks.”
Mathews smiled. “No problem detective, now get back to work.” As Gerard pulled himself up from the seat Mathews stopped him again. “Oh, and you’ll need to find another place to stay, Frank too and anyone else who lives with you. And you’re not allowed back to Frank’s apartment while the rest of CSI are there.” Gerard went to protest but was once again stopped. “I’m not taking you off the case even though I should since it’s a major conflict of interest now that Frank’s involved. Just stay away from his and your place; I have to put my foot down somewhere.”
Gerard nodded mumbling “Thank you.” profusely as he left the room.
_-_-_
“How’d it go?” Frank asked as Gerard entered the lab.
Gerard leant against the glass table. “Well, he’s not going to fire us or take me off the case.” Frank sighed with relief. “We’re not allowed back to our places though, so you’ll need to find somewhere to stay.”
Frank lowered his head staring at the lights beneath the table “I have no where.”
Gerard’s hand instantly shot out to rest on Frank’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. “You can stay with me, I was gonna go to my mom’s place, but I’m sure she could fit you in too.”
Frank smiled softly, “Yeah?”
Gerard nodded. “Yeah.”
_-_-_
Pleased with how his picture turned out he sat back and watched the panic take over the lives of the two men and everyone else at the lab. He smiled, pleased and satisfied.
This game was getting good.
_-_-_
“Are you sure it’s alright mom?”
Gerard was stood in the door way of the living area, his mother sat at the table with her nose buried in the problems page of some sex magazine. She readjusted her reading glasses, flicked back her blonde hair and nodded. “Of course sweetheart.” She glanced up to her son and then back down to the glossy page. “Do you want something to eat?” She asked.
“No,” Gerard sighed. “I’m fine.”
“Mikey tells me you haven’t been sleeping or eating properly.” She stated, pretending not to notice when Gerard mumbled little shit under his breath. “That’s not all Mikey’s been telling me.” She said, her red coated lips twisting in to a smirk.
“Yeah, what else has he been telling you?” Gerard asked, knowing full well what his mother’s next words would be.
“Apparently you have a,” She paused and looked up. “New friend?”
Gerard’s jaw clenched. Mikey was so dead.
As if on cue Mikey appeared behind Gerard, mouth full of sandwich. He grinned at his older brother. “S’up bro?” Gerard glared at the younger Way and his face instantly fell to concern as he continued chewing on the sandwich like a confused goat. “Wha’d I do?” He asked through a mouth of baloney.
“Nothing Michael.” His mother piped up from the table, smiling as he pulled a face at the use of his proper name. “I was just asking Gerard about his new friend.”
“Ohh, oh.” Mikey gulped down his mouthful and then promptly wondered over the table to sit opposite his mother.
“Baby.” Gerard grumbled.
“So, this new friend is also the same friend who will be staying with us?” She asked, closing the magazine and resting her hands on top of it.
“Yeah,” Mikey nodded. “Frank’s awesome you’ll love him.”
“And how long has he been your new friend?”
Before Gerard could answer Mikey butted in “Just under a week, but Frank has always had the hots for Gerard and on Frank’s first day I totally saw Gerard checking out his ass.”
“I did not!” Gerard protested.
“Who the hell are you kidding?” Mikey grinned to which Gerard scowled.
His mother took off her reading glasses and set them down on the table. “And how is it going between you two?”
Oh no, sex therapist mode.
“Fine.” Gerard sighed.
“And have the two of you been intimate?”
Oh god.
“Yeah they never stop.” Mikey interjected.
“And how the hell would you know? Actually, please don’t answer that.” Gerard shuddered. Mikey giggled and grinned at his older brother.
She chuckled at the interaction between her two sons before entwining her fingers together, resting them on the table and looking at Gerard seriously.
“Now Gerard, do you both climax regularly?”
Gerard’s face froze, blank with no showing emotion as he tried to fight the strange feeling taking over his body, somewhere between watching his mother teach the old couple to thrust and getting caught in his zipper.
“I, um, I - Mom!” He whined, flushing bright red. “I’m not discussing that with you”
“And why not? I am a professional.”
Gerard shuddered. “No Mom, just no.”
She sighed dejectedly “Fine,” Before glancing up at her other son who was innocently chewing on the last bite of his sandwich. “And Mikey, does Ray-”
Mikey held up his hand to stop any further words, swallowed the rest of his sandwich and stated “At least three times a week Mom.”
She smiled, reaching across the table to tug at his cheek affectionately, “Good boy.”
Gerard rolled his eyes finding it increasingly unnerving that he was the normal one.
_-_-_
Gerard sat in his office at his desk behind yet another pile of files, only today he was glad for the work. He was in hiding. So far he’d managed to get out of the house before his mother or Frank had woken up. Slipping out of Frank’s arms and in to the cold was not in the least bit pleasant, but neither was turning 30.
Fuck, 30! Gerard thought as he pulled open another file, scanning a photograph of the first victim - 23 year old Nicola Taylor.
He sighed and closed the file, leaning back in his chair to close his eyes. Really, what right did he have to complain? He’d just spent a week watching the remains of several young women be swept away. He remembered what he was like at 23. God, he was such an idiot. Hell, he wasn’t much better now.
He opened his eyes to the sound of his office door opening. Frank slinked in to the room with a devious smile on his face. He closed the door, his back pressing against it, and reached back to snap the lock. Then he sank to his knees.
Gerard raised an eyebrow in curiosity and amusement as the young technitian crawled across his office floor, reaching his desk and ducking under it. When he felt Frank’s hands on his thighs pushing his legs apart he went to ask Frank what the hell he was doing, until the sound of his zipper being pulled down echoed from under the dark oak.
Ooh.
As Frank began pulling and pushing at bits of material he hummed the Happy Birthday tune, and Gerard had to do everything he could not to burst out laughing, it might ruin the moment a little. He settled for a soft chuckle which quickly turned in to a moan as Frank began palming his cock through his boxers.
He whimpered as Frank continued to cup and rub, hidden in his little den beneath the desk, grinning to himself as Gerard lost all composure. “Frankie,” It was more a plea than anything else. Although teasing was one of Frank’s specialities he pulled Gerard’s boxers a little way over his hips and immediately sank down on to Gerard’s erection as it sprang free, deciding to give the birthday boy a break.
“Shit, Frankie.” Gerard’s stubby nails scraped against the wood of his desk, digging in his palms as he tried to keep the noises to a minimum, but it didn’t seem to be working.
Frank used his tongue and lips and saliva to give Gerard the birthday present he deserved. He widened his throat, hollowed his cheeks, sucked, hummed and bobbed until Gerard was rocking his hips to his face, whimpering desperately and whispering profanities.
Gerard had to bite his arm as he came, the fingers of the hand still on the desk stretching out, hips arching out of the chair as he moaned in to the material of his shirt sleeve.
Coming down from his orgasm Gerard sank back in to his chair panting. Frank pulled and zipped everything up before pushing Gerard’s chair back a little so he could slink up his body and place a peck on his lips which quickly turned in to a slow appreciative kiss from Gerard.
“That,” Gerard breathed, eyes still closed. “Was amazing.” He opened his eyes, smiling at Frank’s grinning triumphant face. “You’re amazing.”
_-_-_
“You just had sex.”
Gerard looked at his little brother with complete shock as the words fell from his mouth. He’d innocently strolled in to the lab to get test results from Ray when the statement had passed his little brother’s lips. He was just glad Frank wasn’t in the room.
“Um, what?”
“You just had sex.” He stated again.
“No I haven’t.”
“Well then you got something of the sexually pleasing type.”
Gerard raised an eyebrow. “And how would you know?”
“You’re smiling.”
“So?”
“You never smile.”
“Just because I’m smiling doesn’t mean I just got a blow job.”
Gerard closed his mouth instantly, eyes wide. Damn his stupidity. Idiot.
Mikey grinned. “Happy Birthday you loser.”
_-_-_
The bar was dark and Gerard was high, not on drugs or alcohol but just on life, as dramatic and hippie as it sounded. Because fuck he wasn’t scared about being 30 anymore and fuck he loved this song and fuck Frank was nibbling on his ear.
Oh fuck.
The glass of diet coke was long forgotten, left to go flat as Gerard had one shoulder smushed up against the wall in the booth as Frank pressed against him, nibbling his ear and dragging his fingertips across his stomach slowly and dear god his baby brother was sat across from him pretending not to notice as he mindlessly chatted to Ray.
Mikey snorted as he tore his eyes from Ray to the pair jammed up in to the corner. As Frank’s head dropped on to Gerard shoulder, gazing innocently across, Gerard cocked his eyebrow. “Problem?”
Mikey shook his head. “No, no problem here.” He began, and then smirked. “You’re totally getting laid tonight.” Gerard gave Mikey a ’Well Duh!’ look as Frank grinned and nodded furiously. “And you totally have to do it with mom in the house.”
Both expressions fell blank as Mikey and Ray fell over themselves with laughter.
_-_-_
He watched from the darkness, perched on a bar stool and looking over as the Detective was continuingly fondled by the young technician. He watched as he talked to his brother, smiled and nodded. He looked quite relaxed for someone who had a major murder case to deal with. In fact, there didn’t seem to be an ounce of worry in his eyes.
He was offended. How rude of him to forget.
And then the technician was sliding out of the booth to let the Detective pass, sitting back down as he made his way over to the bar. He ran a hand through his black hair as he got closer, stopping right next to his stool.
The Detective shouted the bar tender over, asked for another diet coke - no ice and then looked straight at him.
He smiled lazily. “Happy Birthday Gerard.” He said just as the Detective took his drink and slipped a note across the surface of the bar.
“Word gets around quick huh?” Detective asked, to which he simply nodded. “Well, thank you.”
“Enjoy the rest of your night.”
He smiled. “Yeah, you too.”
As the Detective walked away he grinned and answered “Oh I will.”
_-_-_
Gerard and Frank got home after dropping Mikey and Ray off at a friend’s to find a note on the kitchen table. Frank was the one to read it aloud.
“I’ve gone to stay with a woman from my book club, thought you’d want some space tonight. Have a good birthday, love Mom.”
Gerard punched the air. “Yes! I love my Mom.”
“P.S. there’s extra lube and toys in the bathroom.”
The triumphant look instantly fell as he grumbled, “Loving her a little less now.” To which Frank giggled insanely and then demanded some more birthday cake.
_-_-_
“God that’s weird.” Gerard moaned as his chest was pushed up against the green tiles of the kitchen wall, Frank’s icing slicked fingers pushing in to him.
Frank came a little closer and kissed his shoulder. “See, we don’t need your mom’s lube.”
After Gerard had gotten over the fact that he was going to be scarred for life by that sentence he groaned softly. “Mmm,” And then a second or so later added “Actually, I don’t think you can use icing. You’re only supposed to use water based products. Is icing water based?”
“Do you care?” Frank asked, twisting his fingers and bumping in to Gerard’s prostate.
“Hell no! ”
Gerard didn’t care, he really didn’t, and as Frank was now inside him, pushing against his prostate with skin and sugar and Gerard couldn’t remember what lube was, hell he couldn’t remember his own name until Frank started moaning it again.
Frank’s cold slick fingers pressed against his shoulder, grabbing the flesh as he rocked in to Gerard’s body. He slid his hand round to Gerard’s mouth and he eagerly took Frank’s fingers, sucking off the icing, moaning around the digits as he prostate was continuously attacked in a sweet sticky bliss.
“Gerard,” Frank breathed on to the back of his neck, moaning as his hips snapped forward. “Gerard”
Yup, that was definitely his name.
_-_-_
Gerard was now 30 years and one month old. The killer had still to be found, and there hadn’t been another killing in the past month. The clues were drying up, the list of names getting shorter and shorter and the trail growing ice cold.
Frank and Gerard were still taking up residence at his mother’s house, and the two were still in fact Frank and Gerard. With the killer still ‘on the loose’ both apartments had been deemed unsafe.
But never the less the Detective and the technician were enjoying living together in such early stages of their relationship. The weeks of sex and talking were so much easier when they were in the same house. Of course they both knew the time would come when they’d need their own places back again, before they beat each other with a waffle iron or Gerard’s mother’s copy of “The Guide to a Perfect Orgasm”.
Gerard’s mother was absolutely in love with Frank, maybe a little more than Gerard was. She constantly fussed over him, ruffling his hair and tugging his cheek, planting soft kisses on his forehead and constantly checking he had enough condoms. Frank would grin and comment “Your mom rocks!” while Gerard wished the ground would swallow him whole.
_-_-_
Gerard never knew how much he cared for the young technician, how much he really cared about that goofy smile which was constantly placed on his supple lips. He never knew this was so much more than friendship, lust and really good sex until he walked in to the lab to find Frank in front of the shirt from the case he had specifically asked not be given to Frank.
“Hey,” Gerard said softly as he stepped through the glass doors. Frank looked up from the shirt on the glass table and Gerard could see the tears already welling in his eyes. “You ok?”
Shaking his head quickly, snapping the desperate look from his face, he nodded. “Yeah, yeah I’m-” He cut himself off with a deep breath. “I’m just gonna take a sample of the blood on the sleeve and-” The sob, soft and quick, interrupted his words.
Gerard walked behind the younger man, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing his back to his chest. He rested his head on Frank’s shoulder, kissing the material of his lab coat. Leaning on the table Frank let another tear slip.
It was the shirt of a nineteen year old boy; one sleeve blood soaked which was causing the tears. The death of the young boy had been a result of his violent father who beat him unconscious with a blunt object and left him to bleed to death as he went after his son’s boyfriend.
Gerard knew the case would hit Frank the hardest, but apparently Ray had something else to tend to.
“You’re a great person,” Gerard whispered. “Your dad, he’s an ass. He has no idea what he’s missing out on. You are amazing, and it doesn’t matter what gender you choose to love.”
“Thanks.” Frank sniffled as Gerard brushed away a tear.
“Hey, no crying on the evidence.”
Frank laughed softly, turning round in Gerard’s arms to hug him tightly and whisper a thank you. Gerard nodded and pecked his lips, insisting he stay with Frank as he took the samples.
_-_-_
The file which he knew the Detective would need was in his bag as he walked from the lab to his car, smiling to himself. With the teenage boy case and the effect it was having on his lover the Detective would be barricaded in his office, and would most probably send either the curly haired technician or his lover himself to his house to collect the file before the sun set on another week at work.
As he drove from the staff car park he grinned.
_-_-_
“Hey do either of you have Oscar’s autopsy report?” Gerard asked as he stepped in to the working area of the two techs. They both shook their head. “Damn,” He cursed softly. “He must have taken it home with him.”
“Well he only left a few minutes ago,” Ray noted. “I’m sure you could catch him up.”
“I’ll go,” Frank piped up, removing the safety glasses from his face. “I was gonna pop out to get us some coffee anyway.”
“You sure?” Gerard asked, to which Frank nodded. Gerard smiled “Thanks.” And plucked his keys from his pocket “Take my car.”
Frank kissed Gerard softly much to Ray’s dismay.
_-_-_
“Maybe it’s in his office.” Bob commented as Gerard walked back and forth in front of the metal tables and implements that made him shudder just by the very look of them.
“His office is locked.”
“I have a key.” And he handed Gerard the photograph file as he searched his many pockets for his loop of keys. He finally pulled the out of his back pocket, took back his file and handed Gerard the right key.
“Thanks.” Gerard mumbled, popping it in to the lock of the door and opening it, stepping in to the small cubby office. Bob flicked on the lights.
Above the desk was an array of newspaper clippings, crime scene photographs, sketches of body parts and extracts of anatomy books. Gerard sighed and began to look through the bits of paper on the desk, thinking nothing of the shrine to the case. He was working in autopsy after all.
Bob cocked his head to the side as he reached out and spread the Polaroid’s on the desk. “Hey, Gerard?” Gerard looked up as Bob gestured to them.
“Yeah, so? They’re the case pictures.”
“Um, Gerard,” Gerard looked up to see Bob’s face full of worry and perhaps fear, the colour from his cheeks gone. “I have the case Polaroids right here.” And he opened the file in his hands to reveal the exact same photographs in the Polaroid frames as the ones on Oscar’s desk.
“Oh my god.” Gerard whispered, picking up the pictures on the desk and looking back up to the shrine. “Oh my god.”
After the shock had settled in to the two men Bob looked up from the photographs to ask “Where is he?”
“At home, I sent Frank there to get-” He trailed off as his eyes widened. “Oh shit, oh shit!”
_-_-_
“Frank?” he asked as he opened the door to the young technician. “What are you doing here?”
“Hey, um Gerard asked me to come get your autopsy report.”
“Did I not leave it?” Frank shook his head. “God I’m so forgetful, I must have left it in my bag. Come in, I’ll just get it.”
“Kay.” Frank stepped in to the house. Oscar closed the door behind him and scuttled off upstairs calling won’t be a minute. Frank nodded to himself and mooched in to the living room.
The house was clean, very clean. The walls were beige and any cushioning on the furniture matched. The tables and chairs made from a dark oak which made Frank feel as though he had to pick a spot on the beige carpet and stay there, not move or breathe in fear of breaking something. His hands twitched as he clasped them in front of him, wanting desperately to knock something over or stamp some dirt in to the carpet. This amount of perfect ness just felt wrong and slightly ironic as Oscar spent most of his days elbow deep in someone’s chest cavity.
With such light colours the room still appeared eerily dark and unknowing, and Frank suddenly felt like an eight year old trapped in the haunted house he’d been dared to enter. Sighing at his own foolishness he shook his head and glanced around the room, his eyes immediately drawn to the black laundry covers hung over a tall cabinet door.
Peering down the hall to see if Oscar was any where close by he then carefully tip toed over to the four covers, all of which appeared to be unzipped. Slipping his fingers in to the split in the material he pulled the blackness back to reveal an old looking green corset dress.
Within an instant the first victim flashed in to his mind. He gasped. He pulled back the second cover, blue and the third red. Dropping his hand to his side he took a step back, his mouth fixed open as he forgot how to breathe, how to think and run until it was too late.
_-_-_
Gerard had been flooring the gas pedal for the last mile or so, and although Mathews was used to being in fast cars he couldn’t help but silently thank god for the invention of seat belt, although Gerard had abandoned his. There were another two cars following up behind them, each seating two officers as they raced to the home of the killer. Mathews glanced back to see the other cars finally catching up to Gerard’s speed.
Once arriving Gerard shot from the car and pulled the gun from his belt before Mathews could even blink. He scrambled out after him.
“Gerard! Jesus Christ Gerard be careful.”
Gerard stopped at the door with just enough pause to register his heart beat once again as it pounded mercilessly against his rib cage. Calm, that’s what he had to be, calm. How could he be? Frank was in there, his Frank was in there with that killer that monster and they wanted him to remain calm?
He felt a hand press against the back of his bullet proof vest. “Calm.” Mathews whispered.
As the door was swung open by another officer Gerard inched his way in first, gun held firm, out stretched in front of him as he shuffled quickly in to the house, the others following in a matching stance.
Instead of a thorough search of the house, as the officers expected, they found what they were looking for as soon as they reached the end of the hall and stepped carefully in to the living room. He, Oscar - Ripper, stood with Frank in his grasp, his arm wrapped tight over Frank’s chest as Frank’s small hands gripped the arm. His free hand held a knife, sharp and shining brilliantly with the evening sunlight as he pressed it to Frank’s exposed throat. Gerard’s eyes widened.
“Gerard,” Frank whimpered, to which he was tugged back as the knife was pressed to his soft skin. Gerard’s heart tore with the fear in Frank’s eyes.
“Oscar,” Gerard stated, trying so hard not to let his voice quiver. “You don’t need to do this.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Really Detective, I would have thought we’d be passed all of this bull you learnt in training. You’re not going to talk me down with trying to identify with me, you won’t gain my trust and you’re not going to lure me in to a false sense of security.”
Gerard’s eyes narrowed. “Then let him go.” He growled.
“That’s all you can manage? I have your Frank at the edge of my knife and that pathetic text book thinking is all you can manage? This isn’t some woman you’ve never met, some innocent young girl in my grasp here, this is your lover, Gerard. All five foot four of supple flesh,” He ran the point of his knife down Frank’s neck, picking it up to trail it down his cheek, grazing it softly leaving a thin red line in its wake. “Every inch of skin you’ve touched and probably kissed is seconds away from such a beautiful mutilation and that’s all you can give me.”
“You let him go you mother fucker,” Gerard barked “Or I’m going to fucking mutilate you myself.”
He grinned. “Oh, that’s better, much better Gerard.” He stopped to glance at Frank. “Usually, I only find true beauty in women, all women, they’re rich with it, a glow and a presence that we men could never posses and yet I’m finding some astonishing beauty in Frank. He is extremely beautiful, look at the way his eye’s glisten every time I press just a little harder-”
“Don’t you fucking touch him!” Gerard snapped.
“Tut-tut” He mocked, “Shouldn’t you now be questioning my reasons and trying to make me feel guilty? Try to lure me away from dear Franklin so you can take me in and try to get inside my head?”
“I don’t want to get inside your sick mind.” Gerard spat.
“But think of what you’d learn, what it would do for your career? You’d be practically famous.” His voice was mocking and patronising as he spoke, which boiled the blood in Gerard’s veins even more so.
“I don’t care, I don’t fucking care about my career or why you did this, I want you to get the fuck away from him!” The gun was shaking in his hands as anger coursed through him, his eyes bordering on desperation.
He smiled sickeningly, pleased about what he had reduced the Detective to. This game was getting more interesting as he held all the pieces together, rich with rubies and the satisfaction everyone was under his control and waiting for his move.
“Well, if I’m going down anyway I might as well have one last load of rubies.” He stated, eyes shining as the knife trembled with excitement.
No. No more. No more calm, no more careful, no more textbook, no more thinking, no more logic, no more rational thought.
Before he could even move the knife back to plunder Frank’s soft flesh Gerard squeezed the trigger, the bullet ripping through the air and the sound echoing loud and deafening causing Frank to squeeze his eyes closed tight.
It wasn’t until the ringing his ears and the feel of cold blood on the right side of his face did he know he was still alive. He opened his eyes and let go of the arm which had enclosed him only moments before, the lifeless body dropping to the floor with a thud.
Frank gasped and flung himself at Gerard, burying himself in Gerard’s embrace as the older man captured him, squeezing to tightly, afraid to let him go. He felt Frank’s tears against his neck as his own spilled down his cheeks, their chests heaving with relief as they both pawed at each other, hands scrambling over faces, shoulders and backs, savouring touches.
The officers filed in around them to the body, hands scrambling for radios and voices shouting for assistance, the two men in the middle of the crime scene taking no note of what was going on around them.
Threading his fingers in to Frank’s hair Gerard littered the younger man’s face with kisses, his lips smudging the tears in to Frank’s pale skin. No words were needed.
_-_-_
Two weeks later and Gerard was helping Frank carry his bag back to his apartment. He sighed as he flung open the door, the late evening light casting over them. Gerard flipped on the light.
“Home sweet home eh?”
Frank nodded “Yeah,” Drawling out the word as he looked around.
“Bob working late?” Gerard asked, setting the bag down by the door. Frank nodded. “Want me to stay for a while?” Frank turned with a smile on his face as he nodded, walking closer to the Detective before encasing him in his arms and pulling him in for a deep kiss. Gerard kept the kiss going for as long as possible, until his lips became dry and the taste of Frank’s mouth became his own. He pulled back slowly with a content ‘Mmm’ sound.
“Stay as long as you want.” Frank whispered.
Reaching back to swing the apartment door closed, Gerard did just that.
-End
A/N: Finished! :] Hot off the press, finished it like an hour ago. Comment ♥ I'm off to watch Chloe ninja train my turtle (Y)