St. Joseph's School for boys
Rating – R
Pairings – non, totally gen (any hints don't count)
Disclaimer – I own the copy write and the OC's of this fic, known characters' I don't own.
Warnings – on/off screen murder, off screen molestation, on screen violence, drug dealing…and sexual advances of a certain nature. So this is not for children. Also, nothing sexual is going to happen in this story.
Summary - The McQuaid brothers are back; this time they're stuck in a home for run away boys do to the abusive situation at home. Meanwhile, they investigate the mystery of several boys at the home going missing. The rest of the gang helps out.
A/N –I want to apologize about how long this is taking me. I meant to have this finished months ago. However, life got in the way. I am going to start a CNA course next week and if this is still going on then – I wouldn't be able to update very much. I will do my best to finish it this in the next few days. With that in mind, if it read hurriedly than I am sorry for that as well. I usually try to keep the integrity of the work even if it's fast to an ending. Secondly. This was supposed to be the first in a series of stories that led to Tom and Doug leaving the Jump Street program to become FDA Agents. It was supposed to lead up to the movie where, instead of dying, they'd live through it and retire after that. Because I hate that those character's died. I understand why they were killed off, at the same time, Tom and Doug are my favorite characters. I am not sure if I will write a sequel to this. I may in the future if I ever get back into the game more than just "I have this random idea I need to write" phase I seem to be in now. Anyway, I do hope everyone has enjoyed this story and thank you for coming along with me on this journey.
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BZZZ!-BZZZ!-BZZZZ!
The alarm clock shouted at the bed occupant precisely at seven in the morning. The woman groaned and turned over. She slapped at the alarm clock but only succeeded at knocking it to the floor with a loud bang that didn't drown out the even louder buzzing. She cursed herself for not setting it to a radio news program which wouldn't jolt her out of sleep.
Kate Bishop decidedly did not like Tuesday's. On the whole, it meant dealing with rude costumers and trying to fix problems as best she could without calling a manager. Being a phone operator for the biggest baby crib manufacturing company was a hassle. She had thought upon getting the job it'd be easy, and for the first month or so it had been everything she hoped for. Things came up, however, and she'd learned real fast that baby cribs were a huge commodity in America.
Kate sat up and stretched. The window of the master suite was open and the neighborhood was quiet. The children had all ready been seen off to school since the clock read eight-thirty. At least she only had a half day today. She could take her time getting ready before she had to show up at work at two in the afternoon.
She didn't bother to pull her robe on as she got out of bed; her own two boys had left for school earlier that morning. They were both in high school and used to getting their own breakfast and making their own lunches before rushing off to see the bus. There was a tri-athalon for Jordan and a math test for Isaac. She looked forward to seeing the awards, as all Mothers are – Kate is no different hoping that her boys will beat all the other students. She shook her head, even if her boys didn't win, they would always be winners to her.
The doorbell rang as soon as she got to the bottom of the stairs. She had to pass the front door to even get to the kitchen. She wasn't dressed for visitors and rolled her eyes. It'd be rude not to answer the door. She desperately wanted to ignore the doorbell; however, she sighed and went to the door where she peeked out of the peep whole. Outside her brother, Wallace, stood. He looked worried. She frowned. Ever since their fight three months ago they hadn't talked to each other. She had caught him writing checks off of their parent's accounts. And seeing as how both were in a Senior Home and she was privy to their financial situations he knew something wrong was happening. She just wasn't prepared to find out her own brother was stealing thousands of dollars from their own parents.
Kate bit her lip; she still wasn't happy with him. Wallace had no way to pay them back, and she told him to never contact her or their parents again or she'd press charges. She'd even told the staff at the senior home never to admit him. And now here he was on her front door step.
"Crazy motherfucker," she muttered to herself as she undid the deadbolt on the door. She put on her best glare as they came face to face.
"What do you want?" it was her Mommy-voice. The one that said if she didn't get a straight and truthful answer, your life was over.
"Kate, I just wanted to…" Wallace gulped, "apologize and give you some money…"
That surprise Kate enough that her whole demeanor changed from angry to slightly hopeful. "You know," she said as she stood back enough to let Wallace in, not caring her night shift was rather not modest, "if you'd just talked to me I'd have helped you out."
Wallace ran fingers through greasy, dark brown hair; "yeah, I know."
"So why take from Mom and Dad?" Kate asked.
A hand sneaked behind his back; Kate was looking him dead in the eye and he hoped she didn't see. He gripped the handle of a large hunting knife he'd hidden at the small of his back before he'd approached the house. Instead of answering his question, he lunged at her instead.
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Am I going to die? Kate wondered. Wallace hadn't stuck around after he'd slashed her throat. She'd fallen to the floor, both hands trying to stop the bleeding. She felt her life slipping through her fingers and wished she had never let her brother into the house on such a stupid excuse.
He was gone though, once he'd seen her blood he had taken off. But why not wait and make sure she was dead? Maybe someone saw him? Maybe he had to go and make an alibi. Of course they'd ask him once her body was found.
She turned and in a clean space on her white, tile floor she wrote; W-A-L-L-A-C-E.
And then wrote: L-O-V-E-Y-O-U-B-O-Y-S.
Kate Bishop expired on her kitchen floor at nine o'clock that Tuesday morning.
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It was a mistake to just leave her there; Wallace knew.
"How come I can kill kids and string them up from trees but I can't do that to my own sister?" he asked himself.
Maybe because she's your sister and you just wanted it done? A voice inside him asked. He gripped the steering wheel hard, it was slippery due to the blood that got them as he cut Kate's throat. He began to shake right then. He'd never felt like this after a kill. He felt like killing more. He needed to kill…he needed to go through the ritual. He couldn't do that with Kate – sibling incest was a bit like rape; something that society frowned down upon. Which was silly but whatever.
He began to drive around; he needed a victim and fast so to calm himself.
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"This is a weird thing to call us about," Judy said as he looked at the Kate Bishop homicide report. A neighbor had seen the front door of the Bishop residence left open and had poked her head in to see if anything was wrong. She discovered her very good friend dead.
"She wrote a note to her family because she knew she'd never see her them again," Rum noted as he looked at the picture of the woman's last words written clearly in blood. Some of the streaks were faint but the outline was there.
"That's sad," Ioke muttered.
"Why are we looking into this, anyway?" Judy asked.
"Serial Killers hide in normalcy; they know what they do is wrong," Rum replied.
"We're looking for a sociopath then," Judy stated. They all nodded.
There was a beat of silence between the four of them.
"Why don't we go see his place?" Rum asked, "after all, we have to suspect everyone."
"What if it's an isolated murder?" Ioke asked, "what if he was a spurned suitor because she wasn't interested in dating or whatever?"
"That's a good question, okay, you research everything about her while we try to put connect the Faller to this murder," Fuller pointed a finger at Ioke while he grabbed his jacket. Judy rushed off to get hers and Rum pulled out his shades. He shined the lenses with his silver/blue tie and felt the thrill flow through his veins. He couldn't help but revel in the chase.
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The scene had not been cleaned up when the three arrived and a patrol officer was guarding the door. He admitted them only once they'd show their badges and didn't bother to follow them inside. They hurried into blue coveralls and covered their hair and feet in the blue cloth as well so as not to contaminate the scene.
The body was not there when they got to the kitchen, but they had the crime scene photos with them to help with that. Judy hadn't ever worked Homicide, it was odd being on the scene of one – surreal, almost – she marveled at the floor where the note had been written.
"Wallace…" she said slowly, "that's not the names of one of her kids right?" she asked.
Rum shot her a glance while he opened the folder; "Jordan and Isaac…Bishop…nope, she only has two kids," Rum replied.
"That name has to mean something," Judy muttered.
"Check the list of family members," Fuller told Rum who quickly flipped through.
"Wait, her brother's name is Wallace," Rum said, "he was in a mental institution and then when he got out Mrs. Bishop got him a place to live and a job. But he held the job for a month and lost the loft she rented him a week after he lost his job," Rum reported the back ground on the report. It was minimal.
"I'll call Ioke and see if he's found anything on Mr. Wallace," Judy said and stepped over to the kitchen phone.
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Blood was everywhere; his hands never shook this hard when he killed before. What was so different about Katie? Wallace wasn't sure why things had changed for him so suddenly. He was always certain when he killed. This time though, it was an accident. He didn't mean to kill Katie. He didn't mean to make his nephew's motherless. She just wouldn't listen to him. That bitch. If she just gave him what he wanted Wallace knew he would never have stabbed her. Now the only person in the world who loved and cared for him was dead…at his hands.
How did it come to this?
Wallace took a deep breath as he took the turn into the park. He'd go visit the little one's. Maybe some time with them will help him think of what to do next. He smeared blood all around the wheel of the car as he took a path for park vehicles. The woods at the back end of the park kiddy-cornered a suburban neighborhood and a field that swiftly turned into farmland. The field was vast and barren, not a good place at all to hide away his little one's from the world. He parked within a hole in the trees where his car – a deep brown – would be hidden somewhat by the oak brush. He took the short walk to the site where he'd left his little one's to play. He gasped in shock, stood stock-still. There were holes where the children had lain in their rest. Yellow police tape stuck to the trees. No one was around but his little one's are gone.
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The Medical Examiner walked out of the examination room while pulling off the blue rubber gloves; she pulled down her mask and gave them a small smile. "This just keeps getting better and better for you doesn't it?" she asked. She went to the sink to wash her hands.
"Did you find anything useful?" Rum asked. Kate Bishop's examination had been put at the top of the FBI's ME's list. They were in the basement of the local FBI Office. It was brightly lit despite that the hallway beyond was mostly glum with light bulbs flickering in need of being changed out.
"I found a few hairs but that could be from the cat or dog if they have any animals. Also. The knife wound is consisted with a sharp hunting knife. The guys in the lab will have to do some other testing. She shrugged.
Rum sighed; "This is going no where.
"Don't worry, because I know for a fact that whoever killed Mrs. Bishop killed those children," she grinned, "Andy and I are dating. He told me this morning he matched the dirt found near Mrs. Bishop's body matched the grave dirt of the children ya'll dug up."
Rum brightened; "Thanks Mel!" and then he left as hurriedly as he could without skipping.
Mellissa shook her head. It was weirdly easy how she and the guys in the lab could make Rum so happy. Now all he had to do was bag the killer and they could go get a beer.
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It took a few days for Tom and Doug to find the perfect location for their sting operation; it was an old, abandoned house on the other side of the city, well away from the Church and their homes so no one would recognize them. After three weeks of sneaking out of the school they were both pro's at it and no one snitched on them either; The little kids were very attached and Tom had called CPS to try and get them better homes after they left. It still felt as if he and Doug were abandoning them.
"This house will do the trick," Doug said as he came out of the kitchen. Black mold grew along the corners of the room and there were a pile of old plant container in a corner along with a round duct line leading from several rooms (that intersected with the main line) which then was connected to the fireplace. In its better years the room was once a grey-purple with beige carpet. The basement had been used sometime in the past for an occult group who'd left behind their alter with some Satanic looking stuff that neither Tom nor Doug wanted to look at for too long; or touch. Better to be safe than sorry and leave stuff like that alone.
"Grow house," Tom muttered.
"No one would think of looking here after the cops raided the place," Doug replied.
"And the good places to hide?" Tom asked. Doug was the expert at hide-n-seek especially when it came to jobs like this. It was an open space concept with the living room and dining room bleeding into each other with two walls blocking off the kitchen before stairs led to the basement/family room.
"The kitchen is clear. We can hide there and then all you have to do is get Marsh to the dining room, as far away from the front door as possible." Doug explained.
"It's a good thing the back door is in the garage," Tom muttered.
"Now all we have to do is get some evidence," Doug sighed.
"Let's make a stop off at the Church and get the compact camera," Tom motioned at Doug to follow him out to the drive. The street was mostly clear but there were some gang activity in the area. "We'll have to call a HUGE raid," Tom sighed.
"No problem," Doug slapped Tom on the back, "I've got a couple fella's in narcotics that could help us out," he grinned. Tom nodded. Thank god this case was almost over. And after this, he could finally get out.
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TBC