Francis leant back on his chair, trying to take in what happened last night, trying to get around it in his head. His thoughts were distracted as he saw Antonio rushing past and Lovino going to sit in his seat. Well that was rude, normally he says hello at the very least. He must be pretty excited, that must be it. After all, he had got him Lovino as his new partner and they were about to go out on their first stake out. A feeling of unknowing rushes through him, unsure why he feels so unsettled.

"Francis, you've known Antonio all this time..." He glances up to make sure Antonio isn't there, knowing that if he ever caught him talking to Francis he would say something about it being cute. "I was wondering... Why does this Ivan, Mafia man, hate you and Antonio so much? And why does he look after that girl Bella?" He head cocks over, interested to listen to him for once.

Francis smirks, a sort of triumph over Lovino, unknowing that he holds information he could use in their game, "Bella was the daughter of Antonio's last partner... He doesn't like to talk about it. He's had this grudge against Ivan since he murdered his partner, I guess you could say he was the guy that that got Antonio back on his feet after he left you... Lars helped him to get trained up, I just was there to take him to party." He chuckles, remembering the good times but stopping when he sees Lovino's pale face, "What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost."

They are pulled away from their conversation by Antonio yelling to Lovino and he whips off after him. At last now he could get back to thinking about Arthur, maybe last night had just been a mistake? After all they were both drunk... His heart strings heave at the thought, wanting to believe that Arthur does love him but not being sure any more. This game they had played... They had been playing it for over eight years now and he was getting sick and tired of it. He wanted to know how Arthur felt; he was prepared to lose the game just to learn them. His mobile phone vibrates, once again distracting him from thinking, can't a French man get any time to think any more?

There's an address on my desk. Go to it.
Going to need some help

P.S. Bring a gun.

It was from Antonio and sounded serious, the only time he sounded serious was when he really needed help. He sighs as he steps out of his car, into the park which was the address given to him. There is a loud BANG noise and the birds of the grass nearby fly up in terror. Strange... That sounded like... Before he knew it he was running, trying to find where the noise had come from. He smacks into someone as he runs, not taking notice of them, "I'm sorry, here let me help you up." He pulls out a hand to help the person up before instantly recognising the face. Ivan...

"You cops are complete idiots." He uses Francis' hand to pull himself up as he grins venomously. "You never learn do you?" He punches him hard in the stomach and Francis falls to the floor in pain. "Its almost like you couldn't wait to see me again." His smirk stays transfixed to his face as he kicks him hard in the stomach repeatedly, each time using more force. Only stopping when satisfied with the amount of blood dripping from the side of his lip. He leans over, using one finger to get a drop and licking it. The taste so divine and delicious, almost too good to lick.

Francis struggles, trying to pull out his gun, trying to think where it is. He put it in his pocket, he swore he did! Ivan merely chuckles, "Aww, the little policeman has no gun. Shame you didn't bring a knife like last time..." His finger touches the scar across his cheek, running it down and onto Francis' lips. "This time I'm going to get you back. I'm going to make you cry mercy." He attempts to run for it but his whole body is sluggish from all the pain.

Ivan brings out his knife, moving closer to him as he tries to get away. His arm jerks forwards, slamming his head into the pavement as he squeezes his throat. "Don't worry, I'm going to get some pleasure out of you before anything. After all I don't want to wasting a perfectly good fuck." He rests the blade against Francis' neck, his leg beginning to rub against Francis' pelvis. There is a groan from Francis, refusing to let this happen but his body won't let him do anything.

No, he loves Arthur. He's not going to let any damn Russian bastard screw him. If this was Arthur it would have been a completely different story, it would have been sexy. Oh shit... Just thinking about Arthur in this way had made him slightly hard. Ivan grinned to him, his hand undoing his belt as it began it explore his pants, trying to find the way in. A tear fell from Francis' eyes, knowing he had lost the game. His Queen was not here when he most needed him and his pawns were nowhere is sight. He jerks his head forwards, determined not to let Ivan do any more, kneeing him hard into the balls. The blade cut deep into his neck, Ivan's eyes were alight with anger, determined to finish him off.

The red liquid gushed out yet the game was not lost, the Queen had not left Francis. A gun shot fired and bullet hit the side of Ivan's head. The last thing Francis saw before falling unconscious was the sight of his beloved Queen, in tears, holding him, trying apologise for not having coming sooner; apologising for everything he had ever done, apologising for telling Francis to fuck off before. His warm hand rested on his cheek as he smiled up at the emerald eyes that seemed so warm and gentle for once in their lives.

"Je t'aime."