I May Not Be Loved But They Always Recall My Name [s/a]
Title: I May Not Be Loved But They Always Recall My Name
Author: stones_at_moons
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1152 words
Characters: Gabe Saporta/Willaim Beckett, Jon Walker, Spencer Smith, Andy Hurley
POV: 3rd person
Summary: The older man was clearly getting annoyed with the girl. His voice got louder, rougher; and just as he was about to make his move, a quiet laugh was heard behind him. Both turned to look at the tall, dark-skinned, young male standing there confidently. His eyes twinkled with knowledge they did not possess, and in his hand was a thin needle attached to a syringe.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters. They belong to each other themselves. Title comes from the song “Pete Wentz is the Only Reason We’re Famous” by Cobra Starship.
Beta: the awesome bookxbutterfly
Author Notes: This was something that just popped into my head, like story ideas do.
The night was quiet. A young, Hispanic male prowled the streets, keeping a look out for his next target. Although the alleyways Gabe lurked in were usually silent, not a single sound could be heard that night -- not even on the main streets. For a second, the killer was disappointed. Thinking there was no prey to take tonight, he thought it might be best to walk away.
Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered his thoughts, bringing his hopes up. With an almost cat-like ability, he swiftly yet carefully leapt onto the ladder which was hanging off the broken-down brick wall.
The roofs of the New York apartment buildings were flat, making it easy to run across; and with his tight black top and grey skinny jeans, its greyish colour helped camouflage him from any innocent man or woman who might happen to peer out their window. Its colour also helped hide him from the cameras (at least the ones he hadn't disabled already).
He rushed towards the screams and carefully swung down onto a platform, quietly watching the scene below him unfold.
A young girl, dressed -- or should I say, underdressed -- for a night out clubbing, was trying to break free from the grip of a much older and quite unsightly man dressed in rags. Her wobbly step back confirmed to Gabe that she was, in fact, drunk, and therefore an easy catch. Stupid girls, going out like that. Unprotected and unsafe, Gabe thought.
The older man was clearly getting annoyed with the girl. His voice got louder, rougher; and just as he was about to make his move, a quiet laugh was heard behind him. Both turned to look at the tall, dark-skinned, young male standing there confidently. His eyes twinkled with knowledge they did not possess, and in his hand was a thin needle attached to a syringe.
"Say goodbye." Gabe struck with accurate precision before the man had time to react. He went down, crashing at the silent girl's feet. To her surprise, Gabe smiled and gently offered her his hand. She took it with wonder, embracing him. He held her for a second, giving her that small amount of comfort before extracting another syringe from his leather jacket's secret pocket inside the lining.
Gabe then gently laid the sleeping girl down, curling her up comfortably. He put a blank envelope under the dead man's body and with a last look at the scene behind him, vanished into the cool air.
0.0
Sirens wailed and the streets, heavy with early morning traffic, slowly cleared to make room for the small police car. Officer Spencer Smith stared out of the passenger seat window, sipping out of his heavily flavoured coffee; glancing over at his partner and best-friend, Officer Jon Walker, who, on the other hand, preferred his coffee black, with no sugar or cream. Jon was concentrating on the road, but Spencer could see the anticipation in his eyes.
"The guy was dead when an elderly couple found him and the girl, sir," Officer Andy Hurley reported when they arrived at the crime scene. "Though we can't be sure until we get him to autopsy, it looks like poison," he said, lowering his voice slightly. "Here's a letter we found under the victim, addressed to you," he handed over a white envelope to Jon, who tore it open and read it aloud.
Dear Mr. Jonathan Walker, Mr. Spencer Smith, and all of your forensic team,
This was another case of me being the "good/bad guy" and killing off someone horrible who was about to rape his victim. I guess I could have used the anaesthetic I used on the girl but really, where's the fun in that?
I expect the $20,000 to be in our regular place, in cash, by tomorrow. If not, you will suffer the consequences (and trust me, you really don't need that right now).
Cobra
Jon groaned and turned to the team at the crime scene waiting for his word. "Nothing to do here, guys. It's just another Cobra Case," he called out before heading over to where Spencer was interviewing the girl, though there really wasn't any point. All their stories were the same.
"Tell me what you saw," he spoke in a gentle tone, carefully sitting next to her.
"W-well," she stuttered, "I was walking back h-home after a night out with a couple of m-mates when this g-guy chased me into this alleyway but before he could do anything this other, much hotter guy i-injected him with something, w-which killed him." She re-told all in one breath. "I don't remember the rest." Spencer nodded and glanced meaningfully at Jon.
"Thank you, Kelly. You'll be escorted back home, and you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Nothing will harm you anymore," Spencer handed her over to another guy, and then sighed, heading for the car. "We'd better get going, got more important cases to deal with." Jon nodded and unlocked the car, ducking in and starting it up while the younger of the two walked over to the other side.
Spencer noticed his partner's silence and shot him a meaningful glance. He knew how Jon got on these kinds of cases. "Let's just drop off the money and get back to headquarters."
0.0
The bedroom was quiet besides the irregular breathing of the male within it. He stirred in his sleep again, and then woke. With a quick glance at the clock, 2:00 AM, the young man waited; and sure enough, right on time at 2:15, the bedroom door opened and another tall male entered the room.
He stripped, aware of the man's sleepy eyes watching his every move, then gently pulled back the covers and snuggled into the warm, feminine body.
"Mmh. How'd it go, babe?" The younger man leaned his head back onto the others shoulder.
Gabe sighed. "She was just a college girl, you know? She had a future, maybe a boyfriend waiting for her back home. If I hadn't been there..." Gabe trailed off sadly. William nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the sweet scent of cologne, dust and Gabe.
"I know how you get on these cases. Try not to think about it too much," in the beginning, William absolutely did not approve of Gabe's job, detesting the attitude Gabe took to killing people, just like that. Nowadays, it was still hard, but he no longer flinched at the mere mention of it.
Gabe suddenly grinned. "I'll collect the money tomorrow, though. We should be good for another month or so." William turned to face the other.
"I missed you tonight," he whispered sleepily.
Gabe sighed. "Missed you too. Let's get back to sleep." He watched as the younger man gently fell back to sleep; then drifted off as well, happy to be snuggled up next to his love rather than out on the streets without him.
A/N- Ok, so. First fic. How was it? Bad? Oh well. :3
Author: stones_at_moons
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1152 words
Characters: Gabe Saporta/Willaim Beckett, Jon Walker, Spencer Smith, Andy Hurley
POV: 3rd person
Summary: The older man was clearly getting annoyed with the girl. His voice got louder, rougher; and just as he was about to make his move, a quiet laugh was heard behind him. Both turned to look at the tall, dark-skinned, young male standing there confidently. His eyes twinkled with knowledge they did not possess, and in his hand was a thin needle attached to a syringe.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any characters. They belong to each other themselves. Title comes from the song “Pete Wentz is the Only Reason We’re Famous” by Cobra Starship.
Beta: the awesome bookxbutterfly
Author Notes: This was something that just popped into my head, like story ideas do.
The night was quiet. A young, Hispanic male prowled the streets, keeping a look out for his next target. Although the alleyways Gabe lurked in were usually silent, not a single sound could be heard that night -- not even on the main streets. For a second, the killer was disappointed. Thinking there was no prey to take tonight, he thought it might be best to walk away.
Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered his thoughts, bringing his hopes up. With an almost cat-like ability, he swiftly yet carefully leapt onto the ladder which was hanging off the broken-down brick wall.
The roofs of the New York apartment buildings were flat, making it easy to run across; and with his tight black top and grey skinny jeans, its greyish colour helped camouflage him from any innocent man or woman who might happen to peer out their window. Its colour also helped hide him from the cameras (at least the ones he hadn't disabled already).
He rushed towards the screams and carefully swung down onto a platform, quietly watching the scene below him unfold.
A young girl, dressed -- or should I say, underdressed -- for a night out clubbing, was trying to break free from the grip of a much older and quite unsightly man dressed in rags. Her wobbly step back confirmed to Gabe that she was, in fact, drunk, and therefore an easy catch. Stupid girls, going out like that. Unprotected and unsafe, Gabe thought.
The older man was clearly getting annoyed with the girl. His voice got louder, rougher; and just as he was about to make his move, a quiet laugh was heard behind him. Both turned to look at the tall, dark-skinned, young male standing there confidently. His eyes twinkled with knowledge they did not possess, and in his hand was a thin needle attached to a syringe.
"Say goodbye." Gabe struck with accurate precision before the man had time to react. He went down, crashing at the silent girl's feet. To her surprise, Gabe smiled and gently offered her his hand. She took it with wonder, embracing him. He held her for a second, giving her that small amount of comfort before extracting another syringe from his leather jacket's secret pocket inside the lining.
Gabe then gently laid the sleeping girl down, curling her up comfortably. He put a blank envelope under the dead man's body and with a last look at the scene behind him, vanished into the cool air.
0.0
Sirens wailed and the streets, heavy with early morning traffic, slowly cleared to make room for the small police car. Officer Spencer Smith stared out of the passenger seat window, sipping out of his heavily flavoured coffee; glancing over at his partner and best-friend, Officer Jon Walker, who, on the other hand, preferred his coffee black, with no sugar or cream. Jon was concentrating on the road, but Spencer could see the anticipation in his eyes.
"The guy was dead when an elderly couple found him and the girl, sir," Officer Andy Hurley reported when they arrived at the crime scene. "Though we can't be sure until we get him to autopsy, it looks like poison," he said, lowering his voice slightly. "Here's a letter we found under the victim, addressed to you," he handed over a white envelope to Jon, who tore it open and read it aloud.
Dear Mr. Jonathan Walker, Mr. Spencer Smith, and all of your forensic team,
This was another case of me being the "good/bad guy" and killing off someone horrible who was about to rape his victim. I guess I could have used the anaesthetic I used on the girl but really, where's the fun in that?
I expect the $20,000 to be in our regular place, in cash, by tomorrow. If not, you will suffer the consequences (and trust me, you really don't need that right now).
Cobra
Jon groaned and turned to the team at the crime scene waiting for his word. "Nothing to do here, guys. It's just another Cobra Case," he called out before heading over to where Spencer was interviewing the girl, though there really wasn't any point. All their stories were the same.
"Tell me what you saw," he spoke in a gentle tone, carefully sitting next to her.
"W-well," she stuttered, "I was walking back h-home after a night out with a couple of m-mates when this g-guy chased me into this alleyway but before he could do anything this other, much hotter guy i-injected him with something, w-which killed him." She re-told all in one breath. "I don't remember the rest." Spencer nodded and glanced meaningfully at Jon.
"Thank you, Kelly. You'll be escorted back home, and you have absolutely nothing to worry about. Nothing will harm you anymore," Spencer handed her over to another guy, and then sighed, heading for the car. "We'd better get going, got more important cases to deal with." Jon nodded and unlocked the car, ducking in and starting it up while the younger of the two walked over to the other side.
Spencer noticed his partner's silence and shot him a meaningful glance. He knew how Jon got on these kinds of cases. "Let's just drop off the money and get back to headquarters."
0.0
The bedroom was quiet besides the irregular breathing of the male within it. He stirred in his sleep again, and then woke. With a quick glance at the clock, 2:00 AM, the young man waited; and sure enough, right on time at 2:15, the bedroom door opened and another tall male entered the room.
He stripped, aware of the man's sleepy eyes watching his every move, then gently pulled back the covers and snuggled into the warm, feminine body.
"Mmh. How'd it go, babe?" The younger man leaned his head back onto the others shoulder.
Gabe sighed. "She was just a college girl, you know? She had a future, maybe a boyfriend waiting for her back home. If I hadn't been there..." Gabe trailed off sadly. William nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the sweet scent of cologne, dust and Gabe.
"I know how you get on these cases. Try not to think about it too much," in the beginning, William absolutely did not approve of Gabe's job, detesting the attitude Gabe took to killing people, just like that. Nowadays, it was still hard, but he no longer flinched at the mere mention of it.
Gabe suddenly grinned. "I'll collect the money tomorrow, though. We should be good for another month or so." William turned to face the other.
"I missed you tonight," he whispered sleepily.
Gabe sighed. "Missed you too. Let's get back to sleep." He watched as the younger man gently fell back to sleep; then drifted off as well, happy to be snuggled up next to his love rather than out on the streets without him.
A/N- Ok, so. First fic. How was it? Bad? Oh well. :3