Chapter 13

By the time emergency services had arrived on the scene of crime, Gregory was already dressed. He made himself as presentable as possible given the circumstances, and with minimum disruption of the crime scene. He didn't attempt to run or hide after making a call to them. There wasn't much point anyway, as an Omega – especially an unbounded Omega at his age, he was going to stand out like a sore thumb in the crowd no matter what he did.

His arresting officer was DI Gregson, an old colleague who he never really got along with. The Alpha had a look of disbelief on his face while he cuffed him and recited his rights. Gregory nearly laughed; he bet the other man never thought an Omega could have the guts to go after a high ranking police officer.

Gregory accepted basic medical assistance for his wounds and injuries after he was taken into custody. But he refused when they asked him for a family member or next of kin to inform his situation. There wasn't anyone who would give a damn about him or what he had done. He had cut his ties many years ago, when he refused to commit his responsibility to his family as an Omega.

When he was taken to the interrogation room, Gregson and his partner, Sergeant Sally Donovan were waiting for him.

After confirming his name and address, he asked for a Duty Solicitor before answering further questions. He had run enough interrogations himself over the years to know every trick in the book. And Gregson knew it too, so he also spared himself the trouble of playing useless games.

Gregory was soon given a Duty Solicitor – a freshman just out of college, probably working on a case independently for the first time. The young Alpha seemed to be nervous; perhaps being in the same room with a murder did that to the poor soul. Gregory couldn't help but mused.

That was as far as their civility lasted.

Gregson interrogated him on his motive, whether it was a paid assassination under the disguise of self defence. And he wanted name of the person who had ordered him to provide sexual service to the Chief Superintendent, and later ordered the hit.

He pretty much confirmed his own suspicious once they received the court order to go through Gregory's financial history. It took them less than 10 minutes to find a total of £100,000 in Gregory's bank account, coming from an untraceable source.

Gregory knew it was the down payment for the service he was to provide for the Chief Superintendent. But he was smart enough not to mention the name of Mycroft Holmes or Anthea. He knew he still had some slim chance as it is, but if he connected the name Mycroft Holmes to such scandal, he could very well be silenced before his trail.

Another hour later, they found out about his short career in the brothel at Harlesden, as well as his reputation for catering to the more demanding customers. Gregson asked him whether he enjoyed such attention, whether he got off on pain. He didn't even need an answer from Gregory – an Omega got off on sexual stimulations, regardless the kind or the type. It was the biological natural of Omegas, one of the fundamental aspects that separated them from the rest of the population. There was no evidence of abuse in their eyes, only 2 adults with sound mind engaging in more adventurous sex.

A manipulative, cold-blooded murder – that was what Gregson had called him. After all, Kevin Campbell was stabbed, not once or twice, but a total of 26 times. It took malicious intent to commit such crime.

Gregson was a formidable Alpha; his very presence was enough coercive lesser men to submission. It certainly didn't take much effort to have the young lawyer cowered in fear. He had dragged Gregory away from his seat, and pushed him against the wall, when he refused to admit to any of the allegation. He reminded Gregory that being an ex police officer and an Omega was going to make him extremely popular in prison – the resident fuck toy and punch bag being his exact word. It was his last chance to plead guilty, for a shorter sentence and some future protection. But Gregory refused to give a name, even when his legal aid urged him to corporate.

It was as far as Gregson could go without inflicting noticeable bodily harm to Gregory. After smashing the table against the wall as his last ditch of efforts, he stomped out.

With the bad cop being gone, it was then the good cop's turn.

Sally Donavan played the sympathetic card. She acted all understanding and kind, saying she wanted to help his ex colleague in a bad situation. She said she understood why he was angry. It was unfair for him to be dismissed after being assaulted in his own office, after all these years of hard work for the Yard. She promised him a good deal if he pleaded guilty to his crime. She remind him that he would not be able to get away with claim of self defence when he clearly had used more than reasonable force to defend himself. 26 stab wounds meant intention to kill in the eye of the jury.

Gregory knew she was right. He didn't just want to stop from hurting him; he had wanted revenge. Given his law enforcement background, it made him knowingly violating the law.

Kevin had ripped away a large chunk of his soul when he showed Dimmock exactly what he was. Gregory had come to like the idea of someone, even if just one person who saw him other than a dirty whore – he was somewhat normal, somewhat lovable in that young man's eyes. And it had meant something to him. With that gone, there was an angry, black hole, a darkness that was spreading through him in a rapid pace. At that moment, he had wanted to hurt, to make someone, anyone pay for every humiliation and pain he had gone through. It was true; he could have stopped when Kevin was no longer a threat to his safety. But he didn't. Because he had enjoyed the older man's cries of pain, and how his curses eventually became plead for mercy, as he begged on and on for his life.

Donavan even gave him time to think. To prove her sincerity, she returned with an offer from the Chief Crown Prosecutor – 20 years imprisonment for voluntary manslaughter. Apparently everyone wanted to the scandalsweptunder the rug as quick as possible. They would do anything to avoid a length trail with media exposure.

Gregory supposed it had been fairly generous, and the best he was ever going to get.