Author's Notes: Hello everyone, welcome to my little FAKE story :) this is my first time writing fanfiction in a long time and this is my first time ever writing FAKE fanfiction, so we'll see how it goes! I am fairly confident in this story, so hopefully I'll be able to get a good bit of it done before school starts up again:) This is an mpreg story (where guys get pregnant), so if you're not into that, don't read any further! I will try to keep this story as medically accurate as possible, which is easy for me with my interest in biology, but as for keeping the criminal/police part of the story correct will take some research, so please forgive me if I screw something up!

Disclaimer: FAKE and its characters belong to Sanami Matoh, I am not making any money off of this work! I own the Cook family and the plot idea, that's all.


It was about 4 o' clock in the afternoon when the officers, clad in their freshly dry-cleaned suits and moussed-up hair, arrived on the scene, at a hotel nine blocks away from the location of the precinct. Randy Maclean, known best by his nickname Ryo, was walking swiftly ahead of his partner Dee Laytner, who moved with lackluster confidence. Sure, it was better than paperwork, but it still wasn't always a great time sorting out the details of a murder.

Approaching the front desk of the hotel, Ryo pulled out his badge for identification and flashed it at the desk clerk. "NYPD, we're here to investigate the murder," he told the man, who was dressed well enough for the luxurious atmosphere of the hotel, "could you please tell us which room number we should go to?"

"Yes, room 107, it's on the fifth floor," responded the clerk, who looked a little weary, small bags forming visibly under his eyes. Ryo suspected that he was being kept here by the chief, as he was the one who had alerted 911 after one of the cleaning ladies had gone off to do her job and found more than she bargained for.

Ryo thanked the man and resumed his fast pace, making his way into the hallway with printed beige wallpaper and floor plants everywhere, with a certain amount of space between each one. He pressed the elevator button and it went ding in response, opening up its heavy doors and letting him go inside.

"Come on, hurry up, Dee. You're going to make me have to press the button again," Ryo chastised his partner, impatiently waiting as he slowly sulked inside.

"Yeah, yeah. Sorry I don't run on a battery like you do," Dee told him, slumping against the banister lining the elevator walls as the door came to an automatic shut and went ding again.

"Did you not get enough sleep last night? You seem so out of it today," Ryo asked him, the slightest hint of concern in his eyes present to Dee, making him happy on the inside.

"The guys and I went out last night. You know, standard 'let's complain about our problems and get wasted' night, like usual. And you're one to talk about sleep! I've caught you dozing off at your desk more than once this week!"

Feeling heat rush to his cheeks, Ryo felt embarrassed that Dee had to bring up his increased fatigue that had been plaguing him lately. "Yeah, I guess I have been really tired lately…to tell you the truth, I haven't been feeling great at all. Maybe I'm coming down with something."

"Ooh, maybe Doctor Dee could help you out with that!" Dee said, and was immediately about to go into pounce mode before the elevator gave one last ding and opened, revealing a red-carpeted hallway adorned with nice light fixtures and what seemed to be millions of doors.

"Come on, Dee, we have work to do," Ryo reminded him, going forward and walking towards the police officers he could see near the end of the long hallway. Sighing, Dee trotted behind him, wondering if he would ever get another good moment alone with his boyfriend.

After what seemed like an eternity, although it was more or less two years, Dee and Ryo had finally made it official and started dating. It was bound to happen eventually, with Dee's constant pursuit of Ryo and Ryo never exactly denying Dee's affections, and when it finally happened between them, it took no time at all for the entire precinct to find out. While most just treated the announcement with groans and overall acceptance, the only one who took it poorly was JJ. He had pined over Dee for years to no avail, and now that Dee was a for sure taken man, he had no choice but to give up his pursuit. He didn't take it easily, however, still getting in the occasional Dee tackle or directing a glare towards Ryo.

Which is exactly why Dee stayed well behind Ryo as soon as he saw lavender-haired JJ in front of the hotel door, speaking to the chief. His partner, Drake Parker, was leaning on the white door frame, clutching at his head in anguish.

But despite JJ's usual motives, this time even as he clearly saw Dee, he made no move towards him. Actually, as Dee got closer to him, he noticed that JJ didn't look so hot either, appearing slightly paler than normal. He had his head down facing the floor, holding onto his gray vest that covered his blue dress shirt, which was no doubt from some high end designer. Drake was dressed a little haphazardly, with a jacket and pants that weren't matching and a shirt that wasn't entirely tucked in. Dee suspected he wasn't in tip-top shape after last night, what with Ted harassing him to take more shots than was probably necessary. At least he knew how to control himself, Dee thought to himself with a smirk.

"It's about time you idiots got here," their grumpy chief told them, a cigarette chomped between his lips, despite the hotel's no smoking policy. "Come on, we've got a lot of work to do. Adams, fill 'em in."

"We got a call about an hour ago, the body of a young woman was found in her room, she was in her mid-twenties, name's Bethany Cook…" JJ told them in an incredibly quiet voice, causing Ryo and Dee to lean forward in order to hear him.

"Jesus, what's the matter with you today?" the chief asked him, glaring at all four of them in a way that showed how extremely pissed he appeared at Ryo and Dee's lateness, JJ's behavior and Drake's obvious hung over state.

"We'll just go ahead and have a look then," Ryo told him nervously, trying to avoid an argument. He slid into the hotel room and he saw the markings carefully left behind by the criminal scene investigators, demonstrating where certain pieces of evidence were obtained. Dee followed him in, not wanting to be a part of the chief's rage either.

"Dee, look at this," Ryo said in awe as he navigated the room carefully, but was now fixated on a certain spot. When Dee saw what he was looking at, he couldn't help but gawk either.

There was one giant blood stain on the beige colored carpet, followed by several smaller puddles. Blood was also on the bed and the nightstand, and some of it had even hit the walls. The other side of the room looked like it came straight out of a catalogue for a high-end department store compared to this side.

"Jeez, this was a real bloody affair, wasn't it? What the hell happened?" Dee asked looking around the room just in time for Drake to enter. He looked no better than he had just three minutes earlier, still in obvious pain and even worse off after being yelled at by the chief.

"I don't know what the hell's wrong with JJ, but I know I'm as hung over as fuck," Drake told them, sighing as he leaned against the perfectly pristine white wall. "Anyway, the victim, like JJ sort of said, name's Bethany Cook. We found ID in the room, hotel manager confirmed it. She was 27, staying by herself according to the books, and very pregnant, according to staff. The theory is her killer stabbed her repeatedly and then cut into her womb, taking the baby. There certainly wasn't one here, but you should search the hotel or the dumpsters behind it."

"Anything on the perp?" Ryo asked, examining the extent of the blood stains.

"Nothing. People we've talked to said they didn't see her come into her room, so he might've been with her while she did. We can't really be sure until we interview some more staff."

"Is it for sure she died of blood loss though?" Dee questioned, his hands on his hips as he played around with the case in his mind.

"Nope. We won't know 'till the autopsy comes in. For now though, it's the likely speculation. No weapons were found behind, in fact, nothing out of the ordinary at all-no drugs, no meds, a credit card that belonged to her, but that's it. Likely one of those psycho baby snatchers."

"Well thanks, Drake," Ryo said, patting him on the shoulder as he took in the information. "You and JJ should call NCMEC and issue an Amber Alert for the child, and I guess Dee and I'll go and do some searching and interviewing."

"Have fun with that," Drake responded glumly, giving Dee a look that read 'save me' before he walked out the room. In response, Dee stuck his tongue out at him.

As Dee and Ryo made their way out of the room, they noticed JJ sitting down on the pretty wine-red carpet, while the chief told him, "Just go ahead and go home for the day, you look like shit." As soon as he noticed the pair behind him, he turned around and said, "You guys better be working!"

"Aye aye, captain!" Dee responded enthusiastically, clapping his partner on the back at the same time. "We'll get this baby back and find that lame asshole who stole it in no time! Just leave it to us!"

"Dee, knock it off," Ryo said coldly, stepping away from his partner and folding his arms. "We won't let you down, sir."

"Good, you better not. Especially with this moron-" he indicated, pointing to JJ, "-and that moron-" he said, pointing inside the room to Drake, "-being so damn useless today. I swear, flu's going around already. Ain't even winter yet."

Dee and Ryo left as quickly as possible, wanting to avoid getting on his bad side. As soon as they were alone, Dee turned to Ryo and said, "Man, how weird was that? Especially JJ. The little freak is always on me, no matter what! He must be really sick to act that civilized."

"I think I like him better this way," Ryo said, refusing to look at Dee as he knew the reaction that was coming.

Dee smiled wide, loving whenever Ryo showed possessiveness towards him. "Aw, baby, there's no need to be jealous. My eyes are set on you…and damn, do you look fine!"

"Dee! We're on the job right now, can't this wait until we get home?" Ryo demanded, pushing his partner off of him and brushing off his wrinkled suit.

Dee looked at his partner in an overdramatic angst, but he gave in knowing that as soon as they were home, maybe Ryo would comply with his every want. "Fine, fine. But you better be ready, because this machine is ready to plow!"

Ryo just blushed and looked away from him once more. If only he had chosen a more soft-spoken partner…


"Jesus, that sucked!" Dee called loud enough to be irritating, but not loud enough as to completely piss Ryo off. "I hate digging through dumpsters to find crap, but I hate it even more when we don't find anything! We shouldn't have even had to look anyway, what kinda guy kills the lady, takes her baby, and then dumps it right afterwards?"

"Maybe if he felt guilty?" Ryo suggested, setting his jacket down on the edge of his couch, right above where he had put his briefcase. After a long day of searching and investigating, they had no real leads on who the killer could possibly be. Disgruntled, Ryo returned home, with a hapless and horny Dee following him.

"Doubt it. Anyway, what did you say earlier, on the ride over?" Dee asked him, letting himself fall into the couch cushions gratefully, while Ryo strode over to his diminutive kitchen in order to cook dinner for the two of them. "Something about one more interview?"

"Yes, we're going to her parents house tomorrow to talk to them, see if they've noticed anything. Drake said he managed to get a hold of them, and they live right in the city, in the Bronx."

"Ugh. Seriously, today sucked. All I want to do is take a nap."

"Me too, now that I think of it…" Ryo said, yawning as he filled a pot with water to boil. "But I'm glad that you came over tonight, Dee. It's been a little lonely, with Bikky at camp this week and all."

"Oh, I get what you're trying to tell me," Dee said with a smile on his face, suddenly reenergized and up, making his way to the kitchen to snake his arms around his partner. "You want some lovin' from Dee, don't you?"

"Dee, I-" Ryo started, but was abruptly cut off as Dee grabbed his face gently with one hand and brought him in close, pressing their lips together with a fiery passion that Ryo had never experienced with any women before. It was one of his favorite parts about Dee-his forwardness and expertise. Ryo was a man who could certainly handle himself, but he was still new to the idea of being gay, and it was Dee who was helping him to slowly bring out the things that finally felt so right to him.

But as much as he wanted to give in to Dee's passion and make love through the night like they usually did, a wave of fatigue was swept over him, and he couldn't help but want nothing more than to sleep. He didn't even feel hunger, and he was starting to realize how strange it was to feel like this. He pushed Dee away gently and said, "Dee, I know you want to, but I just…I'm so tired. I don't feel like it tonight."

Dee was disgruntled by Ryo's denial of him, but as soon as he saw his tired face, he knew that he was, unfortunately, telling the truth. "Jeez, baby. You're always so tired," he said in a low voice, as if not to hurt him despite the fact that he wasn't hurt. "Maybe you should go see a doctor."

"That's probably not a bad idea, but it's not a good time. With the case we're working on now, even with Drake and JJ, I have a feeling we'll be pulling overtime this week."

"Come on, Ryo, you've got to think about yourself a little bit. Hell, I always put myself first."

Ryo rolled his eyes at that last part. "I know," he said, turning around to look at the boiling water for a second. "Can you make yourself dinner tonight? I really just want to sleep."

Dee nodded before giving Ryo another kiss, to which he returned sleepily. "Get some rest, and you better call the doctor tomorrow, or else I'll call him for you!"

"I will, I promise," Ryo said with a smile, detangling himself from Dee's arms and heading off in the direction of his bedroom.

Dee watched him walk off and couldn't help but worry more than a little bit. Ryo's strange sleeping patterns had now made their presence for a few weeks, and no matter how much sleep Ryo tried to get in the day, it seemed to make no difference. Dee sighed, hoping it was only something minor-and one that would stop negatively affecting his sex life soon.


The two detectives now found themselves walking along the sidewalk, making their way towards the apartment building which housed Marvin and Charlotte Cook, Bethany's retired parents. Ryo and Dee were prepared to see grieving faces and choked up sentences as soon as they arrived.

On the way there, as they walked past endless brown and gray buildings and just as many people, they maintained a nonchalant conversation, which only ended when Dee said, "So did you call your doctor today or what?"

Even though it was a simply answered question, Ryo blushed a little bit. He knew Dee really cared about him, but he found it to be a bit much at times. "Yes, Dee, I did. You'll be happy to know that I'll be going to the doctor this Saturday. I'm sure the chief won't be as pleased with it, though…"

"To hell with the badger!" Dee exclaimed, putting an arm around Ryo, who immediately shrugged it off. "He's yelled at me for worse than going to the doctor, I'm sure you, Mr. Goody Two-Shoes, will get away with it.

"Well, I hope you're right. Oh, isn't this the place?" Ryo said, pointing at an apartment building with green handrails adorning the sides of the stairs, accompanied by a matching forest green door. They made their way up the stairs, only to make their way up many more stairs to the very top of the apartment, to the penthouse suite.

"How loaded are these people?" Dee exclaimed while knocking on the door, earning a dirty look from Ryo in the process.

A woman dressed in a black Chanel woman's suit opened the door, looking the detectives up and down before giving them a small smile with her small and wrinkled mouth. She had dyed blonde hair that was short and curled tightly, lipstick smeared across her lips, and earrings that gave off sparkles in sunlight. "Welcome, detectives, I'm Mrs. Cook. My husband is waiting in the living room. I'm so sorry, but I don't think I caught your names over the phone."

"Oh, our other lead detectives were the ones who contacted you, not us," Ryo told her politely, graciously shaking her hand. Dee did the same, trying to make a good impression. "My name is Randy Maclean, and this is Dee Laytner."

"It's a pleasure to meet you both. Please come in. I hope this won't take very long, on account of we have many errands to attend to," she said with a slight choking sound on the end of her sentence, and both men assumed she meant funeral plans.

"Not long at all, just a few questions to fill in the blanks is all," Dee informed her, striding in along with Ryo, and as they both made their way to the living room, they saw the man who was Mr. Cook, who looked visibly depressed.

"Marvin, honey, these men, Randy and Dee, they're the detectives on the case. Not the ones on the phone, however."

He looked up at her with such disinterest it was almost painful. He had a moustache of white hair that was finely trimmed but not too obsolete, and he was dressed just as nicely as his wife was. "Who were the men on the phone then? They didn't seem like officers at all."

Charlotte looked at Dee and Ryo and nodded. "They had very strange voices, we were almost concerned it wasn't the real NYPD."

Ryo gave a nervous smile as he tried to explain. "That was Detective Drake Parker and Detective JJ Adams, and I apologize on their behalf, but neither of them were feeling well yesterday, that probably explains what you must've heard in their voices."

"I apologize then, it was just rather odd. Then again, we haven't dealt with the police in a few months, so who knows."

They all took their places on the fine, eggshell white upholstery, complemented but a zigzag patterned black and white rug on the wooden floors. "You have previous police encounters?" Ryo asked in suspicion.

"Oh, just a restraining order we filed, that's all. We're law abiding citizens, I promise."

"Got it," Ryo said, making note to run background checks on them later, "So your daughter Bethany, can you tell us about her?"

Charlotte gave off a small smile triggered by memories of her daughter. "She was our only child, and she was a very happy one…she excelled in school, she was a wonderful horseback rider and piano player…she was always so good. She associated herself with good people. And she loved to help people, too. She went on two missions to Africa, I can't remember where, dear, do you remember?"

"Zimbabwe," Marvin said softly, suddenly reaching for a handful of tissues that were laid on the glass coffee table, as memories had brought him back to reality.

"She sounds great," Dee said, trying to sound sympathetic. "Now, about her pregnancy. That's what we need to know about. Do you know how far along she was?"

"She was due to give labor in just three weeks," her mother said, now taking her turn to reach for the tissues. "That's why she was moving back here, from Albany. She moved about nine months ago and was coming back because she didn't want to handle the pressure of being a parent alone."

"Was she married, or was the father present?" Ryo asked, carefully jotting down notes.

This emitted a sniffle out of both of them. "No, no. It was an unplanned thing…you know how it is. We didn't know the guy, and she only knew him briefly."

"Do you know anyone who you believe would have the motive to commit this crime?"

They both shook their head no, and tears began to run down her father's face. This was obviously painful for them; how can one day, your only daughter, who you've been planning to see your grandchild from for months, just be gone? And the baby too?

"Do you know anything else that might be helpful to us? Or do you have any questions?"

Again, they both shook their heads. Ryo and Dee knew that they should probably leave them to grieve now, before they became more emotional.

"Thank you for your time," Ryo said, standing and shaking their hands, which they requited half-heartedly.

"We'll be sure to call you with any updates," Dee said as they were shown out of the apartment, and Mrs. Cook could only nod and try to smile in order to hide her pain.

As the men walked out of the apartment and back onto the street, resuming their trek to the parking garage, Dee said, "Man, how shitty do you think they feel? I mean, if you and I ever had a kid together, and one day they just up and died…I don't know what I'd do."

"We already have a kid together," Ryo said, an annoyed facial expression plastered on his face, "we have Bikky, don't you recall?"

"You know what I mean," Dee said, just as irritated, gently hitting him on the arm.

"Well, I don't think we'll ever be in that situation."

"What, you don't want to have a kid with me ever?" Dee asked, now pouting like a child.

"That's not what I meant, but I just…you know, I probably can't get pregnant. Most men can't," Ryo told him, looking in the opposite direction as Dee in order to avoid his telling gaze.

"Hey, never say never, baby. Besides, you won't know until it happens!"

Ryo tried to laugh, but he almost couldn't. The thought of actually having a child hadn't yet crossed his mind. Before he realized he was gay, he had always just dumbfoundedly assumed that he would get married and he and his wife would have kids. Now he was faced with the thought that if he were to have biological kids with Dee, one of them would have to get pregnant, which was unlikely due to the fact that male pregnancy was only possible through an estimated less than half of the population, and in order for it to even happen, you would have to be having sex with another male at the exact time your body just wanted to make a baby. The odds were so stacked against them. Yet, other couples made it happen.

For now, his potential baby wasn't important, but Bethany Cook's was. So as he and Dee approached the car, he decided to try to focus all of his attention on the case, in order to bring the devastated parents a grandchild they had waited years to see. That is, if he could stay awake.


Author's Notes: NCMEC stands for the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children, who send out alerts for infants and children who are, well, missing or exploited. Also, sorry if I have completely butchered NYC, but I don't live there and it's been a long time since I've been, so forgive me! Stay tuned for chapter two! xx