This is my second fanfiction that I've written and my first for Streets of San Francisco. I loved this show so much I wanted to write a fanfiction so here it is:) Rate and review if you wish, hope you enjoy it, thanks for reading :)
Don't want to spoil the story so I'll let your eyes do the reading.
'Hey buddy boy you want any?' said Mike motioning his head towards the hot dog stand, Steve gave a smile as he looked up from his note book. 'Why the hell not?' he got out of the car and closed the door on the Galaxie 500 and walked over to his partner in Justice Inspector Lt. Mike Stone.
'Thanks Benny.' said Mike paying him for the two hot dogs 'Anytime Mike, anytime been serving you fellas on the beat for years.' Said Benny, he wiped his hands on his greasy red and white outlined apron and smiled at the two coppers. 'How's Jeannie?' asked Benny, his silver/grey hair showing he was probably older than Mike 'She's been fine.' Said Mike and as he went to take another bite of his hot dog when the police radio interrupted.
'Stone and Keller come in please.' said the voice on the end of the line 'I'll get it.' said Steve putting his hot dog in the bin, which resulted in Benny having a disappointed look on his face and Steve jogged over to the car. He flung open the door and slid across the bench seat 'Yeah David what's up?' he said as he released the talk button and let the voice on the other end talk 'We've got a man here for you Keller.' Steve looked at Mike and Mike nodded and said thanks to Benny and went towards the car.
'What's his name?' asked Steve 'He didn't say… He only wants to talk to you.' 'Alright, Mike and I will be back there as soon as we can.' Mike opened the door 'Well buddy boy you got some explaining to do.' He said mockingly, almost losing his hat on the way in 'Hey I don't know who he is, they don't have a name you heard 'em.' Mike looked and thought about it for a few seconds 'Maybe it's one of your old girlfriend's new boyfriend.' He said laughing. 'Ha! Mike I doubt it, maybe I doubt it too much.' Steve smirked 'What if it's one of your old friends? Or someone from the Mental Hospital you went to a few months ago.' said Mike still trying to get on Steve's nerves 'You're a funny guy Mike…maybe too funny wise guy.' Steve ran his hand through his thick hair 'Look whoever it is if they wanna talk to me it's probably not that important.' 'How do you figure that?' asked Mike looking over at his partner trying not to laugh.
'They didn't come to you first…' said Steve and Mike nodded 'Seems that way doesn't it…' the two broke into laughter and pulled up in front of the police station.
'C'mon then let's go.' Said Steve as he got out of the car and at that moment a bird crapped on the windscreen '…Well that's just fantastic…' said Steve slightly annoyed, getting dirt on the car was one thing and not a bother but bird crap he couldn't handle, because it got stuck in the wiper blades.
'Well Stevie, apparently that means good luck.' Said Mike trying to make the best of the situation 'I spose that's always a bonus but it's unlucky at the same time, no one likes being crapped on.' Said Steve still going on about it as they walk through the police headquarters entrance 'Did I ever tell you, that you were crazy?' said Mike and Steve laughed 'At least a hundred times Mike…' they walked into their main office and one of the homicide detectives Detective Wood approached them 'Hey Oliver.' said Steve still not looking impressed with life 'Hey Steve.' 'Was there someone for me to see?' asked Steve 'The man that was here earlier Steve, I can't find him he just…left…' he said apologetically 'We told him you'd be back soon but, he said no worries and left.' Mike and Steve looked at each other confused.
'So what'd the guy look like?' asked Steve 'He had blonde curly hair, brown eyes, a beard, about five feet six inches and medium build.' Said Detective Wood going off his memory 'Did he say what he wanted?' asked Mike now very curious 'He just said he wanted Detective Steve Keller.' 'Well that certainly is mysterious…But how did no one get his name?' said Mike now very deep in thought, 'He said it wasn't important, he wasn't a suspect in anything he just wanted to talk to Steve.' Said Wood still confused with what was going on.
'Might be someone who's got it out for you buddy boy. Did he say he knew Steve?' asked Mike thinking of every possibility under the sun 'No he didn't mention it…' said Oliver 'But I don't know why he'd have it out for Steve.' He continued pondering as to why the strange man was there in the first place.
'I couldn't imagine who'd have it out for me fellas but…' said Steve sarcastically and Mike chuckled 'Look Steve, we're cops; we get enemies it happens just keep an eye out alright? I've had my fair share over the years but, we can't do anything unless they are physically going to harm you or are being serious and so far we don't even know this guy.' Steve looked at Mike 'Don't worry Mike I'm not a little boy anymore.' said Steve half joking half concerned 'I'm serious though Steve, don't brush it off. One thing about being a cop is you've got to be paranoid, I know you're already there but, it's not something you want to start lacking…' Said Mike walking to his office and taking his navy blue trench coat off and putting his hat on the coat rack.
Steve stood in the door way, his brown/green eyes staring at his partner 'Mike, if I'm in trouble you'll either be with me or the first person I tell alright…?' Steve walked out of the door and sat at his desk to read files and do reports. 'Don't get too sure of yourself Steve…I might not be around all the time or in time.' He mumbled to himself. Mike treated Steve as a son he never had and cared about him a lot, he cared as much for Steve as he did for Jeannie just, didn't worry or feel as protective because obviously Steve was man enough to look after himself. He pulled his chair in and put his thick black framed reading glasses on his face and began reading over files on his desk.
Other than that it was a rather quiet day for the San Franciscan police department, a few calls for robberies, a hit and run accident which no one was killed in and a few people with narcotics possession. At about 6pm most the office was empty besides Keller and Stone while everyone else went out on the streets or to other departments to meet up with friends but, even then they still felt like the only ones in the building because of how quiet it was.
Those who remained in the office went to dinner or were finishing up for work, whilst Steve and Mike stayed doing their desk work. Steve was busy clacking away on the typewriter doing a report and reading mail. Mike was busy doing phone calls and reading autopsy reports. It was so quiet that even the faintest noise was sure to echo off the walls but, for the moment it was just the constant sound of type writer keys smacking a page.
At about 6:40pm the phone rang, Steve stopped typing and stared at the black phone ringing on his desk 'I'll get it.' Yelled Steve and Mike gave a slight nod and kept writing and making notes in a book.
Inspector Keller picked the phone off the hook and waited for someone to speak but could only hear a thick hoarse breathe in the receiver. 'Homicide…' he paused and listened 'Who is this?' said Steve slightly annoyed 'Haha…nobody…or am I somebody?' said a deep spine chilling voice that Steve didn't recognise. They hung up and chills went down Steve's spine. He took a step back from his desk and looked at the phone and ran his hands through his hair 'Who was it?' asked Mike who was standing in his office door way, his hands clinging to the door frame and staring at Steve.
Steve quickly regained his cool and shook his hand 'Probably just a prank call…' replied Steve 'Nothing I'm sure Mike, nothing.' Mike shook his head 'You're a bad liar but, if there's trouble Steve you tell me alright?' 'Hey Mike.' said Steve turning towards him 'Yeah?' 'You worry way too much.' 'Your main problem in life is Stevie, you care more about everyone else and not yourself, it's good most of the time, but it can be harmful.' Steve shook his head 'All good Mike.' Mike laughed at his partner and went back into his office. 'Crazy kid.'
About an hour later Mike got a call saying that a body was found in a home on North side and the death was being treated as suspicious, possible break and enter or an argument gone bad.
Mike picked up his gun belt and jacket as well as his trench coat and slid it on. 'Steve, work to do let's split.' Steve pushed his chair out and ran after Mike 'Finally, starting to get eye strain from staring at words.' 'Well thank the good Lord that he didn't give you a desk job.' Steve looked at him and nudged him 'You're getting old enough to have a desk job.' Mike shot him a mean look 'I'd rather retire than work at a desk…' he conceded and Steve laughed 'You'll be in homicide for a long time then.'
They drove to the north side of the Golden Gate bridge and Steve still had the phone call on his mind, it had creeped him out but he thought maybe he was being way to paranoid, but then again he thought he wasn't being paranoid enough and maybe Mike was right. He looked out into the night sky in wonder but, managed to drive without letting his thoughts getting in the way.
'You alright, you're a bit quiet Keller.' said Mike looking at Steve 'You look pale or something.' 'I'm fine Mike; like I said don't you worry about me...' Mike looked at him seriously 'Forgot to ask, who was on the phone?' 'Wrong number.' Steve replied as they pulled up in front of a small house that had to be at least three bedrooms if not two, the front yard was over grown and the door was wide open.
'C'mon…' said Steve, Mike couldn't help but think that something was on Steve's mind but sometimes Steve didn't want anyone to know what he was thinking. Sirens were flashing around the room reflecting on the glass windows and other police officers were inside. 'What's happened Danny?' asked Stone and Steve took his note book out of his blazer pocket.
'Looks like he was beaten to death with a blunt object…possibly a metal pole or bat…' They walked down the entry way, there was some blood on the walls and on the floor which there was obviously struggle, the floor rug had been kicked up and he corner was folded over and on the floor under a white sheet was a young man's body. Keller leant down beside the body and lifted the sheet and looked away 'He got any ID around here? I don't think we'll be able to get a good look at who he is from his face…' Steve covered his mouth trying not to gag at the sight.
Mike stood over the body and Steve covered it back over 'What's his name?' asked Mike walking around the living room where the deceased was found. 'Mark Jackson, he's twenty four, he's a stationary shop owner and part time painter, there's no sign of robbery or attempted robbery and neighbours said they heard yelling and screaming, by the time emergency services arrived he was dead as a door nail.' Inspector Keller walked around the rooms and saw that nothing else had been disturbed, not in the bedrooms, the kitchen, the windows or back doors. 'Maybe the guy that did it was let in?' suggested Steve 'Could've been but, it's a bit early.' 'Where's Mike?' asked Steve.
'Outside talking to the neighbours that called.' Steve wondered outside and saw Mike talking to a young couple and introduced himself. 'Mr and Mrs James this is Inspector Steve Keller.' Said Mike as Steve shook their hands 'Did any of you see anyone enter the house before the screams?' 'Well…we didn't see anyone go in or leave, when we heard the screams we were both terrified so we turned off the lounge room light and rang the police. Sorry officers.' said Mrs James as she stood closer to her husband's side 'It's alright Mister and Mrs James, thank you for your time, have a goodnight.' Said Mike and the two inspectors walked back to the house for another look over the crime scene.
Mike looked at the blood on the ground in disgust 'What sort of people do this to each other?' 'People we put in the big house.' said Danny from across the room and they all nodded. The body was taken away and Steve and Mike got back in the car 'Funny we get a call, you won't tell me who it is and then this guy ends up dead…spooky.' Said Mike 'Yeah…spooky.' Said Steve, the ride back to the station was mostly quiet compared to usual and Mike was getting suspicious.
They got back to the office to finish for the night. By the time they did it was 9:45pm and after a long day they both just wanted to go home. Mike was sure Jeannie was fast asleep at home and his cold coffee was probably next to the kitchen sink. Steve walked over to his desk; he still didn't know what to tell Mike about the call, to ignore it or not to. Ever since that guy turned up the day had a weird unfriendly vibe about it and Mike was in his office working away.
At about 5 to 10 the phone rang and Steve picked up the phone reluctantly 'Keller, homicide' he said and there was silence once again and Steve felt his body freeze over 'One little cop went out one day, over the San Franciscan hills and far away, big bad guy went bang! Bang! Bang! And no little cop went home that day…Goodnight…' the voice was deep, hoarse and sounded terrifying to the ears. 'Who the hell is this?' and with that the phone hung up again.
'Okay buddy boy, you look white as a ghost what is it?' Steve looked at his partner, his heart thumping in his chest 'I don't know who this guy is Mike…but, he's after me…' 'After you? Why what'd he say?' said Mike putting his hand on his partners shoulder, Steve wasn't listening 'God damn it Steve talk.' 'He didn't say…he sung it, you know that song five little ducks?' said Steve 'Yeah, that kids one? I used to sing that when Jeannie was a little girl.' Replied Mike sitting Steve down on his chair 'Imagine if someone made a cop version…' Steve brushed his partners arm off his shoulder. 'Steve listen to me, if you get into any trouble tonight, ring me straight away on the radio or my phone and I'll be there as fast as I can.' Steve looked at Mike 'Don't worry about it Mike I'll be fine.
He got up from his chair 'Night Mike.' He said finally and left the office.
Mike felt bad for not harassing Steve for more information but, Steve was in one of those moods. Mike looked at his desk and didn't see anything out of the ordinary, but bought his attention to the middle of his desk and stared at the phone on Steve's desk and noticed the recording tape near the phone was still going; Steve must've pressed it when he answered the phone in case it was important.
He pushed the rewind button and pushed play and listened to the conversation that was had in that short period of time. Mike listened to the breathing and a the silence that couldn't be ignored at the beginning and then when the voice began to sing 'One little cop went out one day, over the San Franciscan hills and far away, big bad guy went bang! Bang! Bang! And no little cop went home that day…Goodnight…' Mike was stunned and didn't know whether to get someone to be on the lookout for Steve or to just let it be in case it was a joke, but he had a terrible feeling it wasn't.
He was just glad that Steve carried his gun around like a wallet, there when he needed it and there anyway. Mike looked around the office before locking it up and leaving the station. He said goodnight to a few people sitting at the desks and went into the car park and got in his car and noticed that Steve's car was long gone.
Steve drove home that night feeling tense, he checked his mirrors every three seconds to make sure he wasn't being followed and made sure he wasn't being watched or that no one was waiting for him when he got home. He opened the door on his car and looked around and was still thinking to himself that he was overly paranoid. He kept his hand on his gun as he unlocked the front door of his house and looked out towards the ocean 'It's alright Steve.' He said to himself, he entered the hallway and closed the door making sure he locked it. He went to the kitchen, made a corn beef sandwich and grabbed a beer from the fridge. He walked into his room and sat on the end of his bed and eventually felt relaxed enough to lie down but, continued eating.
'It's just a prank…' he thought to himself '…a sick and sadistic prank…' he said swallowing the last of his sandwich and took off his coat and threw it on the floor, kicked his shoes off, pulled his socks off, undid his belt, took off his holster, slid his gun under his pillow, unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, put some pyjama bottoms on and got into bed. He finished his beer and turned his bedside lamp off. 'Tonight would be better if there was someone to hold…' he thought to himself as he drifted off to sleep, tucking his pillow under his chest.
About half way through the night Steve woke up and thought he heard the song again but, it was just his dreams. He wiped his face with his hand and could feel the sweat coming off it. 'Why is this getting to me?' he yelled in frustration and tossed and turned for hours till he fell asleep on and off again. It seemed like forever till morning…
Mike was at home checking that all the doors were locked, made sure Jeannie had turned off everything in the kitchen because a few days ago she left the oven on and he had to turn it off when he got home. He made sure Jeannie was asleep in her bed and then retired to bed himself. It was about 2am now, he had come home, watched some T.V. and read a book that seemed like was taking him forever to finish. He decided before he went to bed to ring Steve to make sure he was okay, sure enough he'd be awake he thought. He dialed his phone number and waited for Steve to receive the call.
Steve was lying awake on his pillow staring at the ceiling, thinking of the mysterious events of the day and what had been. He heard the phone ringing and shuddered at the thought of who was on the other end at 2am. He flicked the phone off his bed side table and answered it 'Hello…' he said sleepily 'Hey buddy boy you alright?' 'Oh yeah fine Mike…' he said running his hand through his sandy brown hair. He didn't feel as tense now, knowing that some creep wasn't on the end of the line.
'I heard the recorded message from earlier, that guy seems like a creep.' Said Mike 'Yeah…it could be just a joke, people have it out on us cops all the time…' said Steve trying to brush off the thoughts rushing around his head. 'Yeah…but he sounded really creepy and he's only aiming this at you, do you think we should investigate it?' 'Maybe Mike but, we've got no leads and the description Oliver gave us describes most the people in San Francisco.' Said Steve feeling like they'd never find this guy. 'Look the minute you see anyone suspicious watching you, we'll question 'em.' Said Mike 'Mike I don't wanna be a pain but, it's 2:10 in the morning can I just go to sleep…' Mike laughed 'Alright goodnight buddy boy.' He said 'Night Mike.' He put the phone down and was able to sleep a bit easier, sometimes it was just better having people know what was wrong rather than trying to deal with it yourself.
So what'd you think? Hope you enjoyed it rate and review if you want and thanks for reading :)