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[#292] IN A PERFECT WORLD (FAKE)
Theme Prompt: #292 - Daydreaming
Title: In a perfect world
Fandom: FAKE
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Dee can’t believe his luck in cracking open the case.
‘It's stinking in here,’ Dee complained. ‘When are they gonna spend some money on this crummy place, huh? 27th is becoming a joke.’
‘We're all hot,’ Drake said, leaning over his desk on his elbows, dark patches on his shirt as he tried to stay focused on the paperwork in front of him. ‘The only one who doesn't seem to be affected is over there,’ he said, pointing at Dee's partner who was oblivious to their conversation, lost in the coroner's report which had landed in both of their inboxes. Ryo was the epitome of calm, shirt sleeves not even rolled up past his elbows like the rest of them and not a drop of sweat on his brow. ‘Unnatural,’ Drake muttered, eyes falling back to the pages on his desk.
Dee got up from his chair and walked on over to the window, pulling it up as far as it would go and pushing away the thin sheer curtain, looking out over the busy downtown street. Barely a breeze out there, he said before dragging his battered leather chair across the room.
‘What are you doing?’ Drake asked, cringing at the noise Dee was making.
‘Gonna park myself over here. It's better than nothing since the tight asses at city hall won't give us a dime for air conditioning that works.’ He slouched into the chair and propped his feet up on the edge of his desk, grabbing a file and pretending to read it as he lounged back. He tried to focus on it but the heat was making him sleepy. He shut his eyes for just a second before he heard Ryo say “I think I've got something.”
Dee cracked open an eye. ‘What?’
‘I was reading the autopsy notes for victim three.’
‘Uh huh.’ Nothing revelatory there, Dee thought. Latino woman, late twenties, early thirties, murdered by having her throat sliced open by a large butcher's knife. Found in the same four block radius as the other victims. The news were calling the killer the Bodega Butcher.
‘There was something written on her palm but it was too faded to make out. They've done some additional infra red photo analysis and come up with it being an address. We should go check it out.’
‘Anything to get out of this oven,’ Dee agreed.
They took Ryo's car and drove down to the address in the file, which was an apartment in a not so nice part of town. The super was there to let them into the building but said he hadn't been able to rent the place for months and that no one was living there.
‘We'd still like to look around,’ Ryo said.
‘Not gonna argue with the NYPD,’ the super replied. He tossed them the keys. ‘Lock up when you're done. Not that it makes much difference.’ Ryo thanked the super and he left.
‘Nice place,’ Dee muttered. It reeked of serial killer chic.
Ryo nodded in agreement. ‘I'll search the kitchen, you start with the bedroom.’
‘Okay.’
Dee entered the bedroom. It was grubby with just a single bed and a closet built into the wall. He'd been about to open it when something else caught his eye. One of the floorboards had a warped end that stuck up and looked kinda loose. He knelt down and pulled it up with his fingertips. It squeaked loudly as he prised it up, unwilling to fully give way, but Dee persisted. Underneath was a cavity, and inside that, a large knife, the handle showing traces of dried blood soaked into the wood.
‘Oh, you are kidding… Ryo!’
Dee's partner was there a moment later seeing what Dee was seeing. ‘Wow.’
‘There's enough blood to do a DNA match and probably a whole bunch of fingerprints too. Guy like this has gotta be in the system already.’
‘What made you think to pull up the floorboards?’
Dee shrugged. ‘Just went with my gut.’
Ryo beamed at him. ‘You're amazing, Dee.’ He leaned forward and pecked him on the lips.
Ryo's words, and kiss, made him melt inside. Ryo wasn't easy to impress. ‘I know.’
Ryo grinned at him. ‘This is great. I'm gonna go call in the forensics team.’
‘Make sure you tell ‘em it was me that found it!’ he called after his partner as he left the room.
‘I will!’
Dee was buzzing. He was going to solve the Bodega Butcher murders. Might even get himself on television for interviews!
As he pictured the very attractive Lana Lee from NBC showering him with praise live on national television, something prickled at the back of his neck. Something was behind him. The closet! The horror of his realisation came too late as he felt the wisp of something cool graze his neck.
‘Argh!’ Dee's world tumbled upside down and he found himself in a tangle on the floor beside his worn office chair.
‘What are you doing?’ Drake said, looking annoyed at the disruption.
Dee blinked, disoriented. ‘I was being ambushed! The Bodega Butcher. He was right behind me. He had his knife to my throat.’
‘You weren't being butchered Dee,’ Ryo said finally looking up from his computer. ‘The curtain must've tickled your neck. See?’ He pointed at where the curtain was now billowing in and out as a cool breeze had finally arrived.
‘Well, I–’
‘What the hell is going on in here?’ came the gruff booming voice of the Chief, standing in the doorway. He took one disgusted look at Dee sprawled on the floor. ‘Laytner!’
‘Sorry, Chief,’ Dee said putting on a fake smile. ‘Chair leg's a bit dodgy.’ He tried for another smile but the Chief wasn't buying it.
‘Get up and get back to work or you'll find my boot so far up your backside you'll be able to chew the gum stuck to the underside!’
‘Sure thing, Chief!’ Dee threw an accusatory glare at everyone else. ‘Thanks guys.’
‘Don't blame us,’ Ryo said. ‘We weren't off daydreaming.’
Title: In a perfect world
Fandom: FAKE
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Dee can’t believe his luck in cracking open the case.
‘It's stinking in here,’ Dee complained. ‘When are they gonna spend some money on this crummy place, huh? 27th is becoming a joke.’
‘We're all hot,’ Drake said, leaning over his desk on his elbows, dark patches on his shirt as he tried to stay focused on the paperwork in front of him. ‘The only one who doesn't seem to be affected is over there,’ he said, pointing at Dee's partner who was oblivious to their conversation, lost in the coroner's report which had landed in both of their inboxes. Ryo was the epitome of calm, shirt sleeves not even rolled up past his elbows like the rest of them and not a drop of sweat on his brow. ‘Unnatural,’ Drake muttered, eyes falling back to the pages on his desk.
Dee got up from his chair and walked on over to the window, pulling it up as far as it would go and pushing away the thin sheer curtain, looking out over the busy downtown street. Barely a breeze out there, he said before dragging his battered leather chair across the room.
‘What are you doing?’ Drake asked, cringing at the noise Dee was making.
‘Gonna park myself over here. It's better than nothing since the tight asses at city hall won't give us a dime for air conditioning that works.’ He slouched into the chair and propped his feet up on the edge of his desk, grabbing a file and pretending to read it as he lounged back. He tried to focus on it but the heat was making him sleepy. He shut his eyes for just a second before he heard Ryo say “I think I've got something.”
Dee cracked open an eye. ‘What?’
‘I was reading the autopsy notes for victim three.’
‘Uh huh.’ Nothing revelatory there, Dee thought. Latino woman, late twenties, early thirties, murdered by having her throat sliced open by a large butcher's knife. Found in the same four block radius as the other victims. The news were calling the killer the Bodega Butcher.
‘There was something written on her palm but it was too faded to make out. They've done some additional infra red photo analysis and come up with it being an address. We should go check it out.’
‘Anything to get out of this oven,’ Dee agreed.
They took Ryo's car and drove down to the address in the file, which was an apartment in a not so nice part of town. The super was there to let them into the building but said he hadn't been able to rent the place for months and that no one was living there.
‘We'd still like to look around,’ Ryo said.
‘Not gonna argue with the NYPD,’ the super replied. He tossed them the keys. ‘Lock up when you're done. Not that it makes much difference.’ Ryo thanked the super and he left.
‘Nice place,’ Dee muttered. It reeked of serial killer chic.
Ryo nodded in agreement. ‘I'll search the kitchen, you start with the bedroom.’
‘Okay.’
Dee entered the bedroom. It was grubby with just a single bed and a closet built into the wall. He'd been about to open it when something else caught his eye. One of the floorboards had a warped end that stuck up and looked kinda loose. He knelt down and pulled it up with his fingertips. It squeaked loudly as he prised it up, unwilling to fully give way, but Dee persisted. Underneath was a cavity, and inside that, a large knife, the handle showing traces of dried blood soaked into the wood.
‘Oh, you are kidding… Ryo!’
Dee's partner was there a moment later seeing what Dee was seeing. ‘Wow.’
‘There's enough blood to do a DNA match and probably a whole bunch of fingerprints too. Guy like this has gotta be in the system already.’
‘What made you think to pull up the floorboards?’
Dee shrugged. ‘Just went with my gut.’
Ryo beamed at him. ‘You're amazing, Dee.’ He leaned forward and pecked him on the lips.
Ryo's words, and kiss, made him melt inside. Ryo wasn't easy to impress. ‘I know.’
Ryo grinned at him. ‘This is great. I'm gonna go call in the forensics team.’
‘Make sure you tell ‘em it was me that found it!’ he called after his partner as he left the room.
‘I will!’
Dee was buzzing. He was going to solve the Bodega Butcher murders. Might even get himself on television for interviews!
As he pictured the very attractive Lana Lee from NBC showering him with praise live on national television, something prickled at the back of his neck. Something was behind him. The closet! The horror of his realisation came too late as he felt the wisp of something cool graze his neck.
‘Argh!’ Dee's world tumbled upside down and he found himself in a tangle on the floor beside his worn office chair.
‘What are you doing?’ Drake said, looking annoyed at the disruption.
Dee blinked, disoriented. ‘I was being ambushed! The Bodega Butcher. He was right behind me. He had his knife to my throat.’
‘You weren't being butchered Dee,’ Ryo said finally looking up from his computer. ‘The curtain must've tickled your neck. See?’ He pointed at where the curtain was now billowing in and out as a cool breeze had finally arrived.
‘Well, I–’
‘What the hell is going on in here?’ came the gruff booming voice of the Chief, standing in the doorway. He took one disgusted look at Dee sprawled on the floor. ‘Laytner!’
‘Sorry, Chief,’ Dee said putting on a fake smile. ‘Chair leg's a bit dodgy.’ He tried for another smile but the Chief wasn't buying it.
‘Get up and get back to work or you'll find my boot so far up your backside you'll be able to chew the gum stuck to the underside!’
‘Sure thing, Chief!’ Dee threw an accusatory glare at everyone else. ‘Thanks guys.’
‘Don't blame us,’ Ryo said. ‘We weren't off daydreaming.’