Ok so this is my one and only warning this is rated M for a reason and it will include character deaths, drug and sexual references, violence of all kind and maybe a lemon...maybe.
Even in the late hour the city is still abuzz with activity, many unaware or not caring that a predator stalks the night. A short man stumbles down a dark back ally trying to find the door he just was thrown out of with little luck completely unaware that he's being watched and hunted by a lone figure.
In his drug fueled haze he doesn't hear let alone see the figure as a knife is plunge deep into his the base of his spine. He lets out a sharp cry as it's pulled out and driven right back in. He falls hard on the damp street feeling nothing below his hips, his wide eyes fixed on a lone figure walking slowly away from him whistling a soft tune.
Somewhere in the back of his mind he's sure he knows the song...he tries to cry out for some kind, any kind of help as his breathing quickly becomes shallow as the pool of crimson flows around him and his whole body just twitches in pain.
Far from the night life of the fashion distract a tall man is finally sound asleep curled up with his much shorter lover in his arms. As the screeching sound of his cell phone echoes around the darkened room he lets out a deep moan as he forces himself to turn around and answer the damn thing. "Jones here…"
He sighs pulling himself up not wanting to turn on his bedside light in fear of waking his still asleep companion. He nearly whispers into the phone, "Again?...Yeah I'll be there in ten minutes." Detective Alfred Jones reaches for his glasses in the dark just as the light of his lover's bedside lamp clicks on. He turns expecting to see annoyance in the British man's emerald eyes only to find sleepy concern, "Sorry Arthur go back to sleep."
He's about to slip out of bed when Arthur's hand grabs his arm, "Do you want me to come with you?" It sounds more like a plea than a question and Alfred doesn't blame him. Arthur was once the best of the best profilers Scotland Yard had, in fact he had nearly reached a prodigy level at the young age of twenty four…that is until his mental breakdown five years before.
And in Alfred's eyes he's still the best but what would the captain think if he let his lover tag along? So he kisses the blonde man's forehead gently as Arthur lets his grip loosen only if slightly, "Sorry Iggy not this time…I mean someone has to stay here with the kids." It's his only sound argument because even though Peter is old enough at ten, his little sister Karen still needs someone there in the morning.
Alfred finally forces himself to stand, "I'll call you if anything comes up." He reaches for his pants, his badge and his loyal gun off the dresser, "But it might not be until for a few hours."
"That's fine with me but you know if this does turn out to be another victim of Music Man than-"Arthur stops seeing the cold glare shot his way. He forgets Alfred hates it when he labels the cases he's working, but it's true. He can feel it; this would probably be number five in a list growing quickly. He quickly backtracks, "Tell Kiku I said Hello please."
Alfred nods before walking out the door, "Will do and you tell the fairies the same." He winks and closes the door as a pillow is thrown in his direction. Leaving Arthur alone in their bedroom, but now there's no way he'll be able to sleep so he slips out of bed himself and wanders down the hall after his slightly younger partner still surprised at how even at twenty six, Alfred looks barely twenty one.
He watches Alfred drive off leaning on the large bay window frame sighing, before venturing to the back bedrooms feeling his parental instincts kick in for a moment. He slowly opens his oldest bedroom door a crack allowing only a sliver of light to fall on the sleeping boy's face. Seeing him fast asleep he moves to his daughter's room and does the same.
When he finds his little princess snoring softly, he moves to the kitchen and to his laptop, "Hmm…number five in two months. This bastard's really been fucking busy."
What had been a dark back ally is now lite up in blue and red lights and as an ambulance drives away, Alfred pulls up. As the tall blonde cop opens the car door he's met with his partner Lt. Kiku Honda a short Japanese man that hardly looks twenty five but Alfred knows he's much older yet Kiku refuses to tell him his exact age. "Sorry I'm late what do we have?"
Alfred follows the shorter man under the yellow police tape as he's filled in on the basic details, "Lovino Vargas goes by the street name Romano. He's being taken to Bellevue right now."
Both stop for a moment, "Wait you mean the poor bastard lived?" Alfred looks back at the fleeing ambulance feeling a glimmer of hope for a possible witness.
"Maybe but don't expect much Al, he's in bad shape. He might not make it…" He trails off going back to his extensive notes, before letting out a small cough, "Like the rest no one saw a thing and," He points upward at the surrounding walls with his pen, "the only cameras are either broken or fake."
Al shakes his head as he folds his arms defiantly, "Yeah so much for big brother…'kay anything else?" Kiku gives Alfred his notes watching the Sergeant flip through them before handing them back, "Don't tell me…" Al rubs the back of his neck, for the last two months the same names have been popping up and like always they've had solid alibies to go along with them, "The German brothers and Ivan Braginsky."
Kiku nods, "Not just them but…an Francis Bonnefoy as well."
For some reason that last name rings a bell for Alfred, but he can't put his finger on it, possibly a name Arthur had mentioned or something back at the station, "Bonnefoy?" He looks down at the drying blood now filled with frustration more than anything , "You know what I've had enough let's just round them all up and see who cracks and at this point I don't give a shit about lawyers. Just pull the pricks out of bed and get their asses down to the station."
Sometimes Kiku doesn't understand Alfred's hero cop attitude but even he admits it sometimes does work in their favor so he just nods as the American walks back to his car, "Where are you going?"
Slamming the car door Al looks back, "To the hospital I want to be there when he wakes up." He starts the ignition before sticking his head out, "You coming partner?" Kiku knows better than to argue as he slides in to the passenger seat and the car takes off.
Both are unaware at the set of eyes watching from the above singing softly, "Draw a circle that's the Earth. Draw a circle that's the Earth…Draw a circle that's the Earth." A wick smile flashes across the figure's face, "Nations…my little Nations."