Case 33: Killing Me Softly

A pop concert played by hippies and hipsters certainly wasn't JJ's go to but keeping an eye on major events at the university was their job. Though watching David move his hips like that certainly made the evening worth it.

JJ felt something extra crawling under his skin and made his way back stage, looking around until he found what had set his instincts off.

Stuffed inside a drum with a feral, rictus grin that sent a shiver down the detectives' spine, the eyes a glazed white. He looked like a true monster, like someone had cracked open the darkest, most twisted sides of the human mind and paint it across his flesh.

"WOW!" Ramirez was behind him and if the younger had looked he knew the man would be a mix of stark white and sickly green. "That's, that's, Olly Oliver, the lead singer of Lone Roses."

"Indeed he is." JJ shrugged as he stood up. "Call it in." JJ said without missing a beat, pushing the officer away as David slid into detective mode, pushing the horror away.

Near the drum there was a knife and broken pieces of glass while David came up with the singer's jacket and some song sheets.

Walking away they found Ramirez who pointed out that the drummer was back stage and was in a 'funny mood'. In other words stoned so JJ quickly bunked off back to the station and let David take care of it.

Back at the station JJ was working. He'd already sent the music sheets to Alex to decipher and found a receipt for a diner not far from the university that they would have to look at later.

Swabbed something from the knife after fingerprinting failed and put the shards back together until he had a perfect beer bottle that he could print. He sent those to be run through the system and went down stairs to get a drink.

When someone hugged him from behind he turned and kissed his lover who looked like he needed a hug that he happily gave.

"I spoke with Riley Davies the drummer who was completely out of it so he's cooling off in holding but did lead me to Mary Lou Hong." He shivered. "She's an obsessed super fan with a dark streak a mild wide and I'm sure she's the killer."

JJ hummed, kissing his temple.

"Well while you were out I found out where Olly Oliver, I hope that is a stage name, was before the concert. Porter Street Diner." David hummed in answer before pulling away, pressing a single kiss to the taller's lips before pulling away.

"Let's go while she's still open then." And they made their way there.

They easily found the victim's phone and David spoke with the owner Irma Anderson as JJ hacked it.

In all it was rather easy to get the day done and they went home.

JJ felt like he was freezing and his body ached all over. He couldn't stop the groan that passed his lips as he curled into a ball, pulling the sheets over his head to block out the light.

"Babe?" The worried tone made him hum but he groaned again when the sheets were pulled off and the light let back in.

"Oh Babe." He sighed looking at the man who was flushed bright red, shivering and sweating in the dark sheets.

"I'll be fine, just need to sleep it off." JJ pulled the sheet up again. Returning to his wallowing and waiting for the twenty four hours of hell to be over, he was so glad this only happened every few years.

He heard David moving around the room as he drifted off in the fevered haze of his old enemy the flu.

The night was cool, the gentle air brushing through the quiet room and over heated skin that still breathed with the after affects of the fever, it was well past midnight but JJ was still completely out of it as his exhausted lover stumbled in.

"Doll? What time is?" JJ reached up with aching muscles, rubbing his eyes.

"Just past midnight, some idiot decided to cause a bomb scare for the fun of it. He's in jail now for disturbing the piece." David sighed, sitting on the bed, moving the younger's head into his lap, gently stroking his sweat soaked hair. Feeling his forehead he was glad to find the fever had broken and the glass of water he'd left on the side was empty.

"How did the case go?" JJ asked tiredly, snuggling in.

"Fine, no more difficult than the usual. Miss Mary Lou Hong was exactly what I expected. She used a catfish Freindnet profile to talk with the victim and was rejected when she met him in person." David sighed. "She decided to use rat poison to kill the victim in revenge."

"Hence the grin."

"Hence the grin." The brunette smiled, giggling at the pure adorableness of the run down marine. "Though there is someone new in the game, a hacker called The rtist They seem to be on our side though." David spoke and his lover just hummed, falling back to sleep much to the elders amusement.