Fake Fan Fiction ❯ FAKE in Love: Act XVII, Murder and Mayhem ❯ Chapter 3

Warnings and Disclaimers: I'm not Sanami Matoh. I'm not making any money off of this. This story contains adult situations and language as well as some `chicka-chicka-bow-wow' moments between men. This is set in the “FAKE in Love” time line, so if you haven't read the other posts, you might be a wee bit confused. And please review if you have time. Rat bastards.

 

 

Ryo tossed the thick folders on his desk and sighed heavily. Dee's hands lightly rested at his waist as his partner leaned close. Ryo closed his eyes and allowed himself the comfort of leaning back against Dee's firm body. They shouldn't be doing this, they shouldn't be this close together at work, but right now Ryo just couldn't bring himself to care too much.

“You ready to go home?” Dee asked, his breath warm on Ryo's ear.

Ryo sighed again and shook his head.

“I want to go for a run,” he answered.

He felt Dee slump a little against him and Ryo chuckled quietly as he lightly brushed his fingers over the backs of Dee's hands.

“You don't have to wait for me,” he said. “I can take the subway home.”

“No, no,” Dee said and dropped his head forward to rest it on Ryo's shoulder. “It's fine. You feeling guilty for missing your morning runs this week?”

“A little,” Ryo answered. “I like…running.”

Dee chuckled softly and pressed a light kiss to Ryo's neck before he pulled away.

“Then let's go.”

 

The precinct's facilities were not what one would call `modern.' `Serviceable' was probably a better term. They had all the necessary equipment for the 27th's officers to work out and train, but none of the frills of a real gym. Ryo stretched absently as he glanced around the open area. Not many people here today.

It wasn't too surprising. This was an off hour to really be working out. There were a few people clustered around the gym's boxing ring and a couple of guys hitting the weights, but that was all. Dee was lazily yawning next to him, his shoulders loosely circling. Ryo couldn't help but trace an appreciative eye over his partner's pleasing body and the loose way he held it.

Dee glanced at him with a quick smile.

“Enjoy your run,” he said cheerfully.

“You're not coming with?” Ryo asked with surprise.

“I think I'm going to check out the action,” Dee said with a grin as he gestured towards the boxing ring.

Ryo sighed with a little disappointment and Dee couldn't help chuckling.

“You're not fooling anyone, Sexy,” he said, his voice dropping low enough so that only Ryo could hear him. “After about three steps you'll be five miles in the stratosphere. You won't even notice that I'm not with you.”

Ryo smiled a little and gently squeezed his partner's hand.

“Let me know when you're ready to leave,” he said and took off in a slow jog.

Ryo circled the work out room leisurely, his mind drifting away just as quickly as Dee had predicted. Ryo hadn't lied, he enjoyed running, and it was one habit that he had never gotten out of since soccer practice in high school. He ran at least three times a week, sometimes everyday if his schedule permitted it, and he enjoyed the taunt muscles in his legs and the steady steps it gave him.

And he loved the way it helped him think as well.

His mind rolled over the case they had been given, picking through the little details as he organized the facts he had. They had made up a list of things to start checking into, and he and Dee would be heading out to the crime scenes the next day with Tim to take a look around. Jamie had proved to be helpful, and had helped to build an extremely tentative picture of who they might be looking for. It was amazing how many possible conclusions she was able to pull from so little information. Diana had taken over organizing their little exploration and was probably now researching every possible lead on active serial killers in New York.

Serial Killers.

Like Derrick Marsh.

Ryo's steps faltered for a moment and he shook his head a little. Now there was something he didn't really want to think about. He increased his pace some and then sighed as Marsh again drifted across his mind. It looked like he didn't have a choice.

 

Dee watched as Ryo jogged away, his face softening a little as his eyes moved over the powerful curves of Ryo's body. He couldn't help the mischievous smile that darted across his face as he imagined all the possible ways to give his Ryo another work out later that night. A sudden thud caught his attention and Dee's smile shifted into a dark smirk as he headed for the boxing ring.

 

Erin Richardson was light on his feet and built to take a few punches. He grinned around the mouth guard he was currently biting on and then quickly pulled it out. He shook his head and turned to exchange a few words with the man standing behind him. He laughed and then felt a gloved hand lightly tap him on the shoulder. Richardson smirked as he turned.

“Ready for another beating?” he taunted.

The words died on his lips.

Dee Laytner grinned ferally at him.

“Hi Erin.”

“Oh shit,” Erin muttered.

Dee chuckled and slid his mouth piece in. He gave Erin a quick wink and then bounced lightly on his feet, his fists darting out for a few experimental punches.

“Uh, hey Dee,” Erin said with a forced grin. “What are you doing here? I usually spar with Mick…Hey, Mick?”

A short officer with spiky hair and an amused smile gave Erin a quick wave.

“Hey Erin,” he said. “Have fun Dee.”

Dee stretched and shifted his weight back and forth some more.

“Yeah, he's agreed to take a little break,” Dee said, the words slightly muddled behind the plastic guard. “Better get ready Erin.”

“Oh shit,” Erin muttered again, but pulled his mouth guard into place and turned to face Dee.

Dee punched fast.

Erin stumbled back with surprise as the punches bounced into him, dark green eyes flickering across his vision before the detective was lightly dancing back out of Erin's reach. Erin grit his teeth and shook his head quickly, trying to clear back the sudden wariness that was stilting his movements.

“So,” Dee said, the words blocky but still understandable. “That nose of yours heal yet?”

“It's fine,” Erin answered stiffly.

He punched and Dee stepped into the swing, the glove connecting solidly with his side. Erin started for another, but found himself tangled up, and Dee easily working his kidneys. Erin grunted hard and then he was being shoved back, Dee again dancing lightly around him as he kept an impeccable guard up.

“Where in the fuck did you learn to box?” Erin asked.

“Here and there,” Dee answered with a predator's grin.

“Don't let him fool you,” one of the officers at the ring's side called. “He boxed his way through the Academy.”

“Won two competitions, wasn't it?” another asked.

“Four actually,” Dee said with another grin.

“Oh shit,” Erin whispered.

Then Dee was back on him. He had seen Dee and Ryo spar before, the elegant way their bodies curled together and broke apart. He knew that Dee knew how to handle himself in a fight, tricks that the man had obviously picked up on the street now serving him well. And he punched fucking hard. Erin staggered back and more collapsed against the ropes than leaned against them.

“I give,” he said and spat out the mouth guard. “I give.”

Dee stared at him a moment and then tugged out his own guard as he moved closer. He leaned into Erin, his eyes dark and filled with warning.

“Next time,” Dee murmured. “You won't have a helmet on.”

Dee lightly tapped the soft padding that surrounded Erin's head and then climbed between the ropes. He paused as he spotted his partner waiting for him, an amused expression on Ryo's face. Dee grinned back and pulled off the thick boxing gear before he joined Ryo, a towel draped around his shoulders and a light sheen of sweat on his face.

“What was that about?” Ryo asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“Oh nothing,” Dee answered. “It's only fair though; you got to hit him, I think it was my turn.”

“Fair enough.”

 

“What do you want for supper tonight?” Ryo asked.

“What are you fixing?” Dee answered.

“Why don't you cook?” Ryo said with annoyance. “I think it's your turn again.”

“Take-out it is,” Dee said happily.

“I swear to God I'm going to tell Mother how bad your eating habits are.”

“Do it, see what it gets you.”

“I'm betting it will get you a good slap upside the head,” Ryo said dryly. “Honestly Dee--”

Dee lightly pressed his hand over his partner's mouth and held a finger up for silence. Ryo frowned but listened with Dee, his eyes suddenly blinking as he realized who they were hearing.

“She knows, Berkeley,” Jamie said. “And I'm pretty sure it's your fault.”

“How exactly is it my fault?” Rose asked blankly. “I treated you with nothing but professional courtesy in front of her.”

“I think that's what made her suspicious,” Jamie answered and both suddenly heard the sound of papers scattering. “Which makes me wonder about your other workplace relationships.”

“I hope you're planning on picking all that up.”

“Will you pay attention to me?”

“We're at work, just what sort of attention do you want?”

“Are you trying to tell me that all your workplace interactions have been strictly professional?”

Silence clanged loudly between them and both Dee and Ryo winced.

Idiot, Dee thought.

He should have said `yes' without any kind of hesitation, Ryo thought.

“For the most part,” Rose said carefully.

Ryo felt Dee shake his head next to him and he couldn't help but agree with his partner.

“For the most part,” Jamie repeated.

“Yes,” Rose said. “Now please hand me those papers.”

“I don't want to hear `for the most part,'” Jamie said angrily.

“I told you I wouldn't lie to you,” Rose said firmly. “I'm not going to start now. I have had my share of…indiscretions--”

“That's you,” Dee whispered and Ryo elbowed him sharply.

“--But those are none of your affair,” Rose paused a moment. “I've given up on such things in favor of something that's far more…convenient.”

Something in the way Rose said the word made Ryo blush and Dee's eyebrow quirk. They listened to Jamie shuffle quietly for a moment and then she sighed.

“I suppose I'll agree to that,” she said, her voice a soft pout. “But I'm serious, Diana knows.”

“I'm not surprised,” Rose said. “The woman has a horrible knack for picking up on these things before anything's decided.”