Fake Fan Fiction ❯ FAKE In Love: Act XV, Fires and Distance ❯ Chapter 5

Warnings and Disclaimers: Not Sanami Matoh. Not making any money here. Poor, poor, poor.

 

 

Ryo awoke to the soft pressure of Dee's hand stroking over his lower back. He smiled slightly into his pillow; they must have a day off, Dee was up early.

“Good morning,” Ryo murmured.

“Good morning,” Dee answered around a wide smile. “Just how long were you planning to sleep today?”

Ryo flopped over and squinted at the clock. He curled back up under the blankets, his back arching under Dee's hand.

“Later than this,” he said happily.

Dee chuckled and pulled Ryo's hair back to place long slow kisses over his neck.

“And what would I have to do to change your mind about that? Hmm?”

“This is a good start,” Ryo admitted as he tilted his head to give Dee more access.

“I see,” Dee whispered before his fingers began to massage into Ryo's strong back. “Does this help my case?”

“You're definitely still on the right track,” Ryo sighed with pleasure.

“And what if I told you that you don't even need to get out of bed right away?” Dee asked as he lightly bit Ryo's shoulder.

“That's pretty tempting,” Ryo said and then glanced over his shoulder to catch Dee's eye. “Aren't you supposed to buy me Vietnamese food first?”

Dee paused, his jaw working slightly as he considered. He sighed suddenly and roughly flipped the blanket away.

“Very well if that's what it takes. Get dressed Ryo MacLean, we're having an early lunch.”

 

Ryo ate as slow as humanly possibly. Dee was certain of it. He couldn't help staring as Ryo lifted each perfectly proportioned bite to his perfectly proportioned lips and slowly, so slowly, slid it inside. It was enough to drive a man insane. He glanced down at their plates. At least they were almost empty.

Ryo sighed with contentment and set his fork down as he flashed Dee a smile.

“Should we get dessert?”

Dee's eyes narrowed.

“Do you want me to jump you right here?”

“Er, I'll take that as a no,” Ryo said with a light blush.

Okay, so he had been doing it intentionally, but it's not like eating slow was a crime or anything. And after all, Dee had to sit there nibbling at everything. His gorgeous lips slipping over everything, tongue darting out to lick them clean. It was maddening. And really, he hadn't wanted dessert anyway. He probably would have pulled Dee over the table if the other detective had said yes.

God help me I'm as bad as he is.

“Why didn't we drive?” Dee moaned as they stepped out into the cold, the temperature now plummeting downwards.

“We love the subway,” Ryo said and wrapped his arms around his body. “Let's go.”

They started down the street, the wind slapping into them like an icy towel. Ryo turned away, his eyes squinted shut as he let out a long blast of air. He heard Dee curse softly and he blinked his eyes to clear them. Sometimes he hated winter.

Perhaps it was that thought, perhaps it was his unfocused attention, perhaps it was just meant to be, but at that moment Ryo found a patch of black ice. His eyes widened in surprise as his feet slid out from under him, his arms spread wide to try and stop the fall. A choked sound escaped him, and then he was tumbling back into Dee's arms. Ryo let out a sigh of relief as Dee propelled him back up.

“You okay?” Dee asked in his ear, still holding Ryo close.

Ryo nodded and gave him a weak smile.

“That was close.”

Dee nuzzled against his cheek and gave him a quick peck.

“Be more careful.”

Ryo blushed madly, but didn't pull away, part of him longing to just lean back into Dee and close his eyes. Instead he simply nodded, the wind slamming into them masking the flush on his face, and carefully stepped over the ice. Dee's hand remained on his back.

Ryo found his entire focus drifting to that hand. Sometimes he wondered what Dee had done to him. He never used to feel like this, about anything. He was passionate, inspired, but never quite the way he was with Dee. Dee drew out some part of him that Ryo had never known existed, and he was grateful for that everyday. Ryo stopped suddenly and turned, his eyes meeting Dee's heavily.

“Dee…”

Dee frowned slightly, his cheeks reddened a little from the cold, his eyes questioning and patient. Ryo smiled slightly; Dee was beautiful.

“Dee, I love you.”

Dee's face lit up with the smile he flashed, the hand at Ryo's back tightening for a moment.

“I love you too,” Dee answered happily.

Ryo leaned forward, his heart suddenly pounding in his ears. Dee's breath tickled over his lips and Ryo's eyes slid closed.

The air exploded with a loud blast.

Ryo jerked away, his head swiveling as he scanned the neighborhood. Dark smoke billowed up against the skyline and he felt Dee's hand tighten at his back again. Ryo glanced at his partner and Dee nodded, both faces set and professional now.

“Let's go.”

They sprinted down the street, the sidewalks suddenly filling with frantic pedestrians. Dee was yelling, pushing his way through, Ryo weaving through the human traffic as a burning building came into view.

“Get back!” Dee yelled. “Get back, goddammit!”

Some idiot was trying to throw snow on the flames and Dee shook his head angrily as he shoved him away from the building. The man skittered over the cold ground and stared up at Dee.

“What the hell?”

“Get away from the building,” Dee snapped and pulled his badge out. “NYPD, now move it!”

“God, there are still people inside!” a woman screeched in Ryo's ear as he pulled her away from the door. “They're still inside!”

“It's alright, the fire department's already on the way, you can hear the sirens,” Ryo told her. “Just get back, don't get hurt.”

“This is taking too long,” Dee grumbled.

Ryo glanced over at his partner and they exchanged another solemn look. Then both were sprinting into the building. Ryo threw his arm up over his mouth as he squinted through the smoke, the heat blasting over him like an oven. Dee blinked quickly and shook his head to clear away the almost dizzying wave of warmth.

“Hello!” Dee yelled. “NYPD! Is there anybody in here?”

“Don't go too far,” Ryo warned.

“Agreed,” Dee said without looking back at his partner. “We'll keep the door in sight. You heard the sirens, how far would you say?”

“A few blocks,” Ryo said. “Anyone in here?”

“Here,” a weak voice coughed. “Over here.”

They pushed into the flames of the burning store and Ryo couldn't help but glance around at the wreckage. The place was filled with the snaps and pops of fire, a loud rush that tingled in their ears. Beneath all that the building groaned loudly, and Dee couldn't help but grimace with fear. This could end very badly for them.

“Over here,” the voice called again.

She was lying on the ground, the cash register pinning her legs to the floor. Tears were streaming down her face and she clutched at Ryo's jacket as he knelt down next to her.

“I didn't think anyone was coming,” she whispered. “I thought I…I thought…”

“Shh,” Dee said as he curled his fingers under the register. “You're going to be fine.”

Dee's eyes flashed to Ryo and Ryo nodded quickly. He wrapped the woman's hand around his own and smiled down at her.

“Hold on tight,” he said smoothly. “This is probably going to hurt.”

She nodded and her fingers dug into him. Dee gritted his teeth and wrenched the heavy contraption off the prone woman. A strangled cry escaped her, and quickly degenerated into a fit of coughing. Ryo winced slightly as her grip tightened momentarily, but then she was weeping against him with relief.

“Come on,” Ryo said softly. “Let's get you out of here.”

He lifted her easily, Dee leading them out as they weaved through the flames. A fireman met them at the door, a startled look on his face.

“What the fuck?” he muttered.

“Took you guys long enough,” Dee answered and stepped past him outside.

They were practically mobbed when they exited the building, the crowd around them letting out a whoop in celebration. Dee and Ryo were both coughing loudly and gladly gave up the weeping woman to the paramedics. They both were manhandled into ambulances and strapped to oxygen tanks. Dee flashed Ryo a quick wink and Ryo chuckled softly as they pulled thick blankets around their shoulders against the cold.

“And you wanted Vietnamese food,” Dee teased.

They were still sitting like that, minus the oxygen tanks, when Rose arrived on scene. He glanced between the two of them and then angrily shook his head.

“I believe your doctor told the two of you to stay out of this for forty-eight hours,” the Commissioner snapped.

“It wasn't planned, sir,” Ryo said. “We were just in the area.”

“I should put the two of you on restricted duty,” Rose barked. “And kick you out of this scene right now.”

“Yeah,” Dee said with a sudden smirk. “You do that. We do need to rest. What do you think Ryo? Home and bed rest through the beginning of next week? We'd miss out on a few things though, this investigation, paperwork…and the policeman's ball.”

Rose's eyes narrowed and his jaw worked with irritation.

“You insufferable bastard,” he muttered. “Fine. Come with me.”

The Commissioner strode through the crowds with the air of a man who expects to be obeyed. The people parted in his path, quick waves of his hands summoning two uniformed officers to his side. Ryo and Dee were left to trail along in his wake, the steady stride guiding them across the street.

Rose paused outside of a bank and glanced back at the two detectives.

“Are you armed?”

Both nodded and Rose clicked his tongue irritably.

“You shouldn't be, but I'll ignore it for the time being,” he growled and pulled out his gun.

The rest followed suit and Rose hesitated a moment longer outside the bank before he kicked the door roughly open. He burst inside, gun level and panning through the building, the officers quickly following in a perfectly executed maneuver.

“NYPD!” Rose yelled into the silent building. “Step out into view with your hands where I can see them!”

Absolute stillness answered him. He nodded to the officers who quickly began to search the premises.

“What the hell are we doing here?” Dee asked, his gun still drawn, but lowered now.

“Probably preparing to investigate a bank robbery,” Rose said flatly. “The last explosion was just a diversion, this might be the same.”

“What?” Dee practically roared. “That's insane! Fourteen people were killed in that department store, thirty seven were injured. No one would that stupid!”

“Sir!” one of the uniforms sprinted back into view. “We've found the tellers. They're bound in the vault.”

Rose cursed lowly and nodded before he drew his walkie talkie and started issuing orders to the medics and cops still outside.

“Insane or not,” Rose said grimly. “We've got a serious problem.”