Author Notes: Just as much as I love Dee/Ryo I love me some Drake/JJ and I am sorry to those who like it but I am pro Drake and Dee both being Seme instead of JJ and Ryo. They don't seem like the types but I do like them taking control (Ryo and JJ). Muhahahaha! And I also want to keep it to where there's no Dee/JJ anywhere or Rose/Ryo because they obviously don't want them like that and I remember thinking that if Rose liked Ryo and JJ liked Dee they should just be together instead. But Drake/JJ rules.

Please if anyone can like kidnap all the characters from FAKE except Rose I would love you forever. Or maybe Rose for Diana…*sigh* sure why not.

Warning: This fanfiction has Lemon and adult language; for all who don't like two guys wanting to make out and make love, I demand you turn away and search something else cause this is not your story. You have been warned! *Evil Eye for All Homophobes*

Summary: Drake and JJ are in a big predicament. Drake is shot and they're alone in some underground cellar. Can JJ get them out of there or will they die without knowing they're true feelings for one another?

Rating: If you guys don't like poor Drake getting hurt, I'm sorry. = (

Chapter 1

Fired

(Drake)

He was staring at me again; I could feel it in the back of my neck. I didn't mind it really; it was odd that I thought it was fine so it made me uncomfortable. Does that make any sense at all? I honestly have no idea so I have decided not to think about it. But it comes back like it always does and I feel my face begin to flush as I continue to feel that ever persistent stare.

I finally can't take it anymore so I turn around and say, "JJ, will you stop staring at-," nope I was wrong of course. It was Ted standing not a couple feet away with his mouth open staring at me with that what-the-fuck face people gave me now a' days. Instead of saying anything he just walked forward and handed me a file and walked away. There goes another person to tell Janet about my constant weird outbursts. This sucks very, very much.

My name is Drake Andrew Parker and I'm a detective at the CI unit in New York cities weirdest police station, the 27th precinct. I'm thirty-five years of age and I think my partner Jemmy J. Adams, a twenty-seven year old sniper; has a crush on me and I don't mind at all. It's weird really. Usually people who have this kind of problem, or I don't think it's a problem, is it? Wait ok, usually people who have this kind of problem tend to stay away from that person, but I don't think I want to do that. JJ, as everyone so fondly calls him, is my best friend and I care about him very much.

For anyone who doesn't know, yes, he is a guy and no, I don't think it's weird for a guy to have a crush on his friend. I honestly don't know if he does, I could be over-reacting to this and he could probably be clinging to Dee right now. This however didn't make me feel any better; it made me feel somewhat angry. I pushed that thought back into the recesses of my mind and I began typing on my computer in attempts to get back to my job and not my thoughts.

I felt a hand touch my shoulder lightly and I jumped so high the file that Ted gave me flew out of my lap (oh, so that's where it was) and explode in a bunch of papers on the floor. I cursed lightly and immediately grabbed for the falling papers. I didn't notice until it was too late that the person who had touched me had gone for the papers as well and we slammed our heads together with a loud 'clunk'!

Both of us fell backwards and groaned in pain as we clutched our sore heads. I finally realized it was JJ that was now rubbing his tenderized skull and I felt concern suddenly grip my heart and I stumbled over to him, my own pain forgotten as well as the papers that littered the floor beneath my feet.

"You ok, JJ?" I asked and JJ instantly removed his hand from his head and I examined the red spot. JJ gave a soft grunt when I ran my finger gently over his forehead to remove his bangs from his face. "It might become a bruise, but I think you'll be ok!" I said to JJ with a smile playing at the edges of my lips.

"When did you become a nurse, huh?" JJ asked returning the smiled full force.

"When you decided that you wanted to become a ninja and sneak up behind me." I chuckled softly as JJ giggled. "Let's get this cleaned up before the Chief sees what we did."

We quickly got to work on picking the papers up and placing them in the order of the little numbers at the top right hand corner of the papers revealed. JJ rather looked cute with his little grin and his three-piece baby blue suit that he had chosen for the day. His hair was perfectly in line, no strand out of place and not even a speck of dust may dare have settled on the suit. He chose a floral tie to end everything. It had huge light blue roses and white stems twisting around it.

I shook my head back and forth and face palmed myself, trying to get back my thoughts on a proper Drake way of thinking. This only caused people right outside our office door, since lo and behold JJ hadn't shut it when coming in, to start whispering to the people around them. JJ hadn't noticed what I had done, thank god, and had settled into his desk and turned on his computer. I just couldn't look away as his purple blonde colored bangs fell over his serious expression as he worked. This made me realize I was now staring and I quickly jumped back to work.

I personally didn't mind coming to work in more calm and down to earth colors other than JJ. I personally had opted for a light brown suit with white dress shirt and dark brown tie. I sighed at my own personal dullness and slumped backwards into my seat as I skimmed the file Ted had given me finally. The Chief had finally got around to giving us a new case. It looked simple enough, go over and question a young woman about a break in, but my sharp eyes easily picked up the trail on the map of the frequent break ins that had been happening recently. The same person had done them all and he was picking each house exactly a block away from the others.

"Looks like we got an easy case here JJ!" I said excitedly. We had been getting tough cases lately and it had been really take its toll on the both of us. We had just finished a serial killers case where he had been killing off young men who all had blonde hair and blue eyes. When interrogated the man said that he needed to take out everything Hitler had created and confessed faster than ever, breaking the 27th's record with one minute of staring. Ding, ding, ding. So now with this new case I think JJ and I can finally get some well needed R&R after we bag this guy/girl.

"Finally," JJ said with a heavy sigh of relief escaping from his mouth, "when do we have to check it out?"

"How about we go right now and you can read it on the way there?" JJ nodded fiercely, jumped out of his chair, and followed me out the door of our office.

Little did I know that we had missed a few papers that clearly stated that a few people had been murdered in the break in.

This time I was sure that it was JJ who was staring at me this time (don't doubt me) because JJ was the only other person in the car other than myself. I sometimes glanced over at my friend only to find that he had looked the other way. The traffic was the only thing keeping me and JJ secluded in my 2003 Honda Element. We had fallen into companionable silence and when JJ had finished reading the file, we had been in the car for nearly ten minutes and I couldn't think of anything to say for small talk.

JJ decided that he didn't like the silence and as usual, because he just loves to mess with my radio, he turned it on a little too loudly to some random station to a singer I didn't know, but of course JJ did and he wanted to sing.

"Party crasher, panty snatcher," I was always mesmerized by JJ singing and how he probably could have become a professional, "Call me up if you're a gangster. Don't be fancy, just get dancy. Why so serious?" The song paused for a second and JJ began to dance in his baby blue dress shirt, his collar undone too two buttons and his voice singing loudly at the chorus. "So raise your glass if you are wrong, in all the right ways, all my underdogs. We will never be, never be anything but loud and nitty gritty, dirty little freaks. Won't you come on and come on and Raise your glass! Just come on and come on and Raise your glass!"

No matter how much it pained me I turned off the radio and in mid song, JJ stopped and gave me the cutest pout. I scrunched my eyebrows together and frowned, but I decided not to give in. I put my hands back onto the steering wheel as we started again. JJ sulked in the corner of his side of the car and I felt sorry for turning off the music but I wanted to stay strong.

"You know I don't like listening to that stuff." I said softly to my oh so brooding JJ. Wait, no! JJ is not mine, never think that again and I think JJ saw my face switch from amused to stern and he chuckled in the corner. I smiled and looked back over at him as he hid in the side of the chair in embarrassment from being caught out of his 'sad' mood. I tired to keep my eyes on the road as I reached over and tried to tickle the little guy. JJ broke out into laughter as I started poking and prodding him in his most ticklish spots in sight. I had found these out a few different times when I was attempting to surprise JJ only to have him fall over laughing every time.

"Hahahahaha!" He screamed, "Stop it Drake you'll make us crash!" I almost did because suddenly I had to jerk the car back into position on the road when it started to turn into the other lane and some person honked the horn next to me. I brought both of my hands back to wheel and JJ caught his breathe.

"Soooo," I said softly, "What do you think about the case?" Yes something smart to talk about! Mental high five!

JJ went into his professional mode and kept both of us busy with his talking for another twenty minutes when we finally pulled into address of the house that had been the last break in. It was your average suburban household with even little flamingos chilling out on the lawn. The roof was black tiled with white paint coloring the exterior walls. The window shutters showed a dark green and the windows themselves with large in their own right. The doors matched perfectly with the shutters and in my own opinion, they had good taste. The house was huge with at least 3000 sq feet in it and it looked like it had an attic as well. Maybe I shouldn't be looking at the scenery! I rebuffed myself and walked up the walkway toward the front door.

Still I couldn't help survey the lawn, seeing that it had a flower garden twisting around the house and along the edges of the white picket fence they had (this make me think of those stereotypical houses for 'normal' families). Kind of like my house growing up with my six other siblings, boy that was hell. However, I needed to get back onto the case before nostalgic memories make me forget my job. When we get to the top of the steps, JJ rings the bell slowly and I pull gently on my collar against the warm August weather. After a minute or two I reach out, knocked on the door myself, and hear a faint 'I'm coming!' and we both look at each other quizzically.

When the woman opened the door, I thought that I would be stunned because she was beautiful, but I didn't feel anything respond to this. Ah god damnit, what's going on with me! She was medium height, looking to be in her late twenties with long blonde hair and sky colored crystal blue eyes. She was wearing a long white skirt and a light brown blouse that was open at the top, which seemed to show some cleavage. Still no response from my body and I groaned mentally at my lack of reaction. She was bare foot and I could hear the faint sound of screams and yelling in the background.

"I'm sorry to have made you wait, but things have been hectic lately with what happened." She reached out her hand to us and said, "My names Miss. Anna Peters and I'm guessing you are here to talk about the break in," she nodded towards of what remained of our suits. JJ with his dress shirt unbuttoned a little with no jacket or tie and me with pretty much the same but my tie was still around my neck hanging limply.

"My name is Detective Drake Parker and this is my partner Detective Jemmy Adams," I said accepting her hand with a smile and JJ did the same as we flashed our badges to her, "and yes we are here for the break in."

"Do you mind if we come in?" JJ said softly and politely. Anna led us inside, set us down onto the couch, and said she would be back quickly. I couldn't help, but watch as three young boys ran around in circles chasing one another, remind me of my youth. I looked over at JJ and saw a soft scowl on his lips and I knew it was going to be a long day.

(JJ)

She was going to start flirting with Drake and Drake wasn't going to notice. She had emphasized her being single by calling herself 'Miss Anna Peters' not just Anna Peters. There was no way I was going to let her make a move on Drake, though I was sure that Drake didn't even realize what she was doing yet. He tended to be like this most of the time, not noticing the constant flirting he gets and when he does, he rarely cares enough to act on it. This always made me smile, knowing that for a while I had Drake for myself, not some bimbo who wants him for herself.

Who could judge her, Drake was smart, funny, attractive, kind, and all around selfless when it came to me. Though I'm sure that caused a few of his past break ups; dropping everything to help me out without a second thought. Also, this always made me smile all the time. Drake relaxed against the large couch and didn't mutter a word until Anna came back into the room with some lemonade. She offered it and when both of us declined the young boys ran over and stole the remain drinks. She laughed and I couldn't help, but role my eyes.

I know where you should put those drinks! Right up your-, "So what happened the night of the break in?" Drake asked nicely scratching his head softly. I remained quiet, hoping that she wouldn't find a way to get this thing to go farther than needed, but I was sure she would. She made a melodramatic sad face as if she had taken acting lessons and she was happy they were paying off.

"Oh, it was terrible," She said with sorrowful voice that made me want to gag, "I heard a noise downstairs and thought it was just one of my boys so I went down ready to give him a good lecture about bedtimes when I saw a man standing there with mask on." I looked over at Drake and sighed heavily when I saw his concerned face. This was going to suck even more than he thought. So we sat there listening to her sob story and I felt like throwing up when Drake went over to comfort the now crying (FAKE CRYING) Anna.

Drake is too nice for his own good.

(Drake)

I already know that Anna is faking and being a bit melodramatic, but it would be rude not to comfort a woman in need. In addition, I do support women's rights and I don't think we men are supposed to do this. For all the woman who are liberated. Back on subject, I didn't like Anna the way she seemed to push on me and even if I wasn't infuriated with myself for not anything from my body, I wouldn't like her. It's not that she wasn't nice; it was just something about her that caused me to be on edge.

She said that her boyfriend had been at work, mental note to check to make sure, and her boys were asleep when she found out that there was a strange man in her house. The man, upon seeing her, had gone at her with a unknown weapon and she had run away. She called the cops from her sons' bedroom and they came about fifteen minutes later. When they got there, the thief was going to and two days later here JJ and I was, listening to the story. During the story, I got a mean itch on my back and I couldn't reach it. Therefore, I'm squirming trying to keep it low key probably only making it worse for myself.

JJ, not knowing what the hell I was doing, started to laugh at about the part where the response team got at the house. I finally gave up on trying hiding it and groped at my back but still couldn't reach the one spot in the dead center of where I couldn't reach. Don't you hate it when you get one like me and you can't get it? God this was so irritating, I was still going for my back when I thought that if I stood up I could get it. Of course, I couldn't because that was just my luck. I started to stumble around and I heard a soft cry when I hit something hard.

"Ah! Son of a bitch!" I yelled as I held onto my hurt elbow. I bent over and opened my eyes, this allowing me to see that she had a little surprise waiting for us inside a box. It was an H&K Glock Seventeen handgun that most of the people at the precinct had. I looked over at Anna and back down at the gun. She looked nervous and slowly got off the couch and walked over and picked up the gun.

She raised it up and aimed it at my head.

(JJ)

I laughed loudly as Drake stumbled around trying to get a itch on his back. I noticed a little to late that he was on a crash course with the fireplace. Anna cried out for his to stop, but he probably didn't hear her because he went straight into it. A box fell off the shelve that lined the top and a gun spilled out. My heart accelerated as I watched Anna get up, pick up the gun and point it at Drake.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! My hand quickly went to my gun holster and when it came back it was empty. What the fuck! I looked into my dress shirt and saw that my guns were missing. I looked around franticly for them, but found they had disappeared from existence. 'Where the fuck did my guns go!' I screamed at myself mentally. I heard a click and looked up to see Drake with his hands behind his head with frenzied eyes staring back at me.

She turned around and held the gun at me. I saw a flash from behind her and noticed Drake jumping over the couch and in front of me. What the hell is he doing! I looked up at the back of his platinum blonde head and he turned it to the side and gave me a look that said that I should just stay quiet. He held his arms out in a sort of protective stance and stared Anna down.

"What the hell are you doing?" Drake asked in a overly calm voice. He looked cool as ice as he stood there looking at Anna. I know this isn't the time for this but I couldn't help thinking how handsome he looked, his eyebrows were scrunched together in the way that showed that he was worried or concerned for something. His storm like grey eyes looked like they had been frozen over, his disorderly blonde hair fell over his forehead and his muscles tensed as he tired to stay his emotions.

"Can't have you cops getting in on my plans." She said softly. "I already planned on doing this, you were just unlucky when it came to choosing which house to check first. I suggest you move and I might take it easy on you because your cute." Instead of moving Drake stood his ground and moved his leg arm in a position to push me out of the way just incase.

She pulled the trigger

(Drake)

I pushed JJ out from behind me and dove to the side with him. He looked untouched, but I couldn't say the same for myself. I saw a red stain spread near my shoulder and under my ribs, I gasped but pulled JJ away as I saw her pulled at the trigger again. This time it caught me in the leg and I couldn't hold it in. I screamed as I felt the fire spread through my veins and burn me from three different places. The pain was so intense I almost wished I was dead, but I knew that if I died, JJ was next.

I opened my eyes, which had been closed in pain, and looked up at JJ. He was crying. Right now the only thing I could was feel and I felt his arms around me in between the fog of pain that blew through my body. I raised my hand up to gently touch JJ's face and his eyes flew open.

"Hey now," I wheezed, "don't be so sad!" I tried to chuckle, but I stopped the groan of pain. "I-I've been in worse situations than this and I'm still kicking!" I shouldn't have said that because when JJ's mouth was about to smile I pasted out and darkness clouded my vision.

(JJ)

Drake was shot and I couldn't do anything to help him! I'm useless, completely and utterly useless! I pulled drake closed to me as I waited for Anna to come and kill us. I looked down at Drake and saw the pain echo onto his face, teeth gritted and forehead sweating, and all I wanted was to take it all away. He had saved me and caused himself so much pain, I couldn't help the tears fall down my face.

I felt a soft touch wipe away some of the tears that streamed down my face. Drake had his eyes open and he was smiling ever so gently. "Hey now," He said with a hoarse whisper that showed me how much pain he was truly in, "I-I've been in worse situations than this and I'm still kicking!" I watched as Drake's had fell limp and his eyes shut, though his chest still went up and down showing that he was still alive.

"Drake?" I said quietly. "Drake! That's not funny wake up!" I held him closer and brought my tear drenched face to his chest to try and her his heart beat. I sighed in relieve as I heard his strong heart beat. When I pulled back I felt the blood drip down my face and fall back onto his blood soaked shirt. My eyes went wide again and I heard the faint patting of bare feet on wood and looked up to the butt up a gun coming straight for my head.

I joined Drake in the land of unconsciousness.