Jefferson sat in the cold, gray interview room looking dishevelled as he clutched a cup of disappointing coffee. Why are interview rooms always depressing, he asked himself while Detective Mariposa Sterref – Heyerdahl's direct counterpart - asked him a series of repetitive and in depth questions; Jefferson had no quarrel with this woman, she was just doing her job.
After another sip overly sweetened, half cold coffee the door was suddenly thrown open so hard it bounced off the wall and Sebastian came lunging towards the man he loved with deep concern splattered across his face. Sebastian crouched down beside the doctor and pulled him into a tight hug as he kissed him; the two men really were good at putting on a show when they wanted to.
"Baby, are you okay? What the fuck happened?" Seb demanded.
Detective Sterref flashed Larroquette a glare, not out of anger but irritation for her interview being interupted.
"Detective Larroquette, you're too close to this." She stated calmly. "I understand you want to make sure your partner is alright but I'm in charge of this case, and so I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Mariposa glanced at the open door then and out into the blank hallway. "Officer Tudyk!"
It didn't take long for Vandeveer to appear with a solemn expression on his face. He lightly took Seb by the elbow and guided the taller man towards the hallway.
"It's okay, Sebastian." Van assured knowing none of the three men were actually distressed. "I don't like it either but Jefferson is in good hands."
The waistcoat clad man sighed deeply for effect. "Okay, but what is this about a case, Sterref? Jefferson disappeared and then when I come back in the whole bullpen is staring at me like I just they just saw my cat get kicked. Why is no one telling me anything and where the fuck is Heyerdahl?"
Mariposa cocked her head as she tried no remain impartial, Sebastian had always been a good policeman, she liked him. After a moment of careful thought she spoke.
"I'm very sorry to inform you, but Detective Inspector Heyerdahl was found dead a few hours ago."
Sebastian's face paled, actually paled; Van and Jefferson were mightily impressed. They'd have believed it had they not all been there when Oren had bit the dust.
"What?! No, no, that fucker is un-killable. No way someone put him down."
Detective Sterref flashed her eyes to Van, a silent order to get the DS out of her interrogation room, a silent order that the blonde obeyed. Vandeveer guided his friend out into the hall and down to his desk; their part of the play over. Sebastian made sure to tell the Medical Examiner he loved him, just an extra touch for Mariposa and the cameras.
"You should have been an actor. Very convincing." Said Larroquette's fellow officer as they walked.
Seb chuckled. "I dabbled in high school. How much has he told her?"
The pair of conspirators kept their voices hushed lest the be overheard. They couldn't go fucking this all up because someone didn't know what an indoor voice was.
Van shrugged. "Most of it. That he got Heyerdahl's DNA off Cersei's body, under the fingernails, and that the asshole was there when he opened the results. That he got knock out then woke up in Heyerdahl's little nut house and escaped he managed to escape."
Sebastian hummed deeply as if considering everything the blond had said. "You think she'll buy it?"
Vandeveer nodded. "That prick hasn't ever followed the rules, I mean just look at when he put Petyr and Sansa under surveillance, fucker forged the signature for it. He's taken bribes for Christ knows how long, been warned a fuck load of times by the high-ups. No one is not going to believe he's been offering scum and anyone he doesn't like for years. Kidnapping Jeff and hung himself like a coward when it all went tits up? Yeah, they'll believe it."
"We've got this covered, haven't we?" It wasn't really a question but it still sounded like one.
Van nodded once more as Sterref's DI – Konnor Lorca – appeared within hearing distance. He marched straight over to the pair at Vandeveer's desk and peered at the dark-haired man.
"Ahh, Larroquette, there you are. I need you in interview room six, now please."
"Right now? Can it not wait until Jeff is done so I can make sure he gets home okay?"
"You're a detective, you know it can't."
Sebastian sighed but nodded then left his lovers best friend to follow Lorca back towards the interrogation rooms. They all had a part to play in this and they'd do it well. With Baelish having plotted the whole thing nothing could go wrong.
~X~
Pop, Van and Jefferson had all gathered at Petyr's club office around mid-afternoon. Petyr sat with his young wife in his lap while Tyrion – who'd been had to return to Dorne the previous evening – heard everything through the phoneline.
The group of carefully planned killers each sat with a glass of their preferred drinks, mostly whiskey, as they chit-chated about this and that. Fortunately for them, shortly after Heyerdahl's death Jaime had called off Bronn thanks to the little lion's subtle prompts and had instead focused on burying their sister beside Tywin and Joffrey.
Despite the many months that had passed Jefferson still had faint bruising around his face where Petyr had punched the living shit out of him. His eye was still so bloody and red that the usually perfect quiff had instead been left to hang down over his forehead and the left half of his face; only made him look more like a Goth having a mid-life crisis.
Sebastian crossed his legs, one over the other, only for Jefferson to instantly snuggle against him like the loving couple they were.
"Shame Tristan and Poppy are at kindergarten. I've not seen them in ages." Commented Sebastian like they'd not murdered a man less than a year previous.
"I don't like it either." Sansa quickly retorted with a grumble which got a little aught from Petyr.
"Sansa would be happy for them to be home schooled."
He stroked a large hand through her red locks with a gentle smile. Petyr knew deep down that if she ever did come to him and ask for them to be home schooled he'd relent. Only Sansa Stark could get him to submit.
Vandeveer placed a hand over his heart with his drink-less hand and cast them a look of mock shock which they all seemed to find amusing.
"The son and daughter of the Petyr Baelish home schooled? Gods forbid!" The blonde teased. "No, no, they need to learn how to play 'The Game' as you put it."
Petyr nodded as he continued to sooth his wife. "Exactly."
"On a different not that doesn't involve little humans - yes I realize the clear joke there -" Tyrion began through the phoneline. "Jaime has been muttering about having Bronn look into who the other dead bodies are in Petyr's, I mean Heyerdahl's, grave site. Thinks their families should have closure too. I don't want him sniffing around again so I managed to steer my brother away from the idea. Don't know if it'll come up again, hope not. Either way he's out of your hair for now. All Bronn found out the first time 'round was that Heyerdahl was a cunt."
The doctor snorted. "You can say that again." He took a swig of his drink. "You know he once accused me of necrophilia because I said some guy had an 'athletic build' in a report? Asshole!"
Sebastian just rolled his eyes. "Preaching to the choir, Sweetheart. I can safely say my live has been quieter and I'm up for a promotion. Fuck, killing him was a good idea, Petyr."
Baelish nodded, most of his ideas were good ones.
"Didn't end too badly for anyone." Van smiled as he raised his drink as a sort of toast. "Well, except for the obvious."
"Are we still doing dinner next week?" Larroquette asked then, the whole murder situation seemingly brushed over without a care.
"I see I didn't get an invitation." Muttered Tyrion from the speaker.
Petyr's eyes flicked down to the speaker box as if Tyrion would actually be able to see his unimpressed expression.
"Not to be pedantic, but you're in Sunspear. What do you want us to do, pack dinner up in a doggy bag and fly it to you?" Those green eyes flashed up to his best friend next. "Also, yes, Pop, we are."
"Good. Unless you want it to be just you two." The Detective wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at Sansa as a smirk appeared. "Make Petyr wear something sexy and remind his Sweetling why she married him."
Sansa's brow furrowed a little then. "Shouldn't that be the other way around?"
Everyone snorted out a laugh, even Tyrion.
In a sudden jolt forwards in what could only be described as Jefferson going 'full gay' he started to speak with a grin of mirth.
"No, Red. Before you he was a grumpy, standoffish, middle-aged manipulator who only cared about or valued power."
"Middle-aged? I'm not even two years older than you." Petyr's comment went ignored by everyone present.
Larroquette nodded at what his lover had said. "It's true. He used to let me kiss him when we were kids to piss Lysa Arryn off but now? Well, he's still all those things but he actually loves you and he's a great dad." He flashed his friend a smile. "The youngest of which is as conniving as her father."
Sansa let out a long hum that said she didn't quite know what to make of it. "Yes, he's been encouraging it since before she could walk."
The snort sounded again and Sebastian downed the last of his drink.
"You have Petyr a way of taking Lion and Stag and Vale so he owes you everything, Sansa darling."
"Milk it, Sansa." Van encouraged. "You could at least get a pretty bracelet or something out of it." He said pointedly staring at Petyr.
Sansa peered up at him then and their eyes locked, cerulean and stormy green. Every time he saw those eyes he felt like he could see into Sansa's very soul. Petyr remembered at the beginning when she'd refused to look at him in the eye, now though he treasured it. So beautiful.
"He doesn't have to buy me things." The redhead insisted.
The detective got up to go get himself and Jefferson a re-fill. They'd gotten away with murder, may as well have pushed the boat out.
"He likes it." The tall man told her as though the fact was common knowledge; probably was. "Makes him feel all protector-y and providing."
"Bet the sex is always better after he gets you a present." Sansa's eyes snapped to Jefferson who irrupted into a grin. "I knew it!"
"Jefferson!" His lover warned from the decanter.
"What?" The doctor shrugged. "He's not that tall but he knows how to wear a suit and he is kinda hot. I wanna hear all about it. You two got to kiss him and I feel left out."
"I haven't." Muttered Vandeveer like it mattered.
"You're straight, doesn't count." Jefferson argued.
"And on that note," started Tyrion, "I'm going to hang up and speak to a therapist."
The little lion didn't say any more, just hung up leaving the dial tone behind him. Van helpfully closed their end of the line and put them all out of their static-y misery.
Petyr raised an eyebrow. "Since when have I been in such high demand and should I be worried? Also, Jefferson, when did you become a lady of the night?"
The dark-haired doctor shrugged. "It pays the bills. Don't judge a girl for doing what she got to."
Sebastian sat himself back down then and handed a glass to the man he loved which Jefferson quickly accepted.
Petyr wasn't quite sure how they'd settled on this subject but and while he was mildly amused he sensed they were headed down a rabbit hole.
"Well, Jefferson, if you do truly yearn for for me so much you only needed to say. Who am I to deny your urge for my lips against yours?" Sarcasm really was Petyr's forte.
While Pop and Van roared with laughter at he deadpan of Petyr's words, Sansa snuggled closer to her husband, he was hers.
"Pervert." Jefferson accused.
The man with ash at his temples feigned obliviousness. "Me? You're the one fantasizing about your boyfriend's best friend in front of his wife in a public establishment. I mean really, there is a lady present, isn't there, Pop?"
"Bastard." Sebastian chuckled.
Vandeveer shuffled in his seat. "Okay, I'm going to hit the pause button right there, because if this doesn't stop soon we'll be here until my name day." He turned his attention to the Gothic medical examiner. "Jeff, have you heard back from the assistant ME yet?"
Jefferson nodded. "Yeah. Totally suicide, no question about it. Then again when you've got two cops, a doctor and whatever Petyr is plotting a fake suicide, it's done right."
Sebastian nodded in agreement. "It'll be too much of a headache for anyone even thinking about ever re-opening Heyerdahl's case. Not that anyone is going to."
"And Cersei?" Asked Sansa from her place in her husband's lap.
Pop shrugged with a single shoulder. "Murder with a culprit found. Everyone is happy with that. Case closed. Classic bent cop getting nervous when she comes back to King's Landing."
Petyr pressed a kiss to the top of his wife's head. "Worry not, Sweetling. They're all dead and we are scot-free."
Sebastian's cellphone beeped.
Sansa rested her head against Petyr's suit clad chest with a pretty smile. "Thank you, Master."
Jefferson's eyes shot up with glee. "Hell, Sebby, Van, we'd better clear off so these two can go at it."
Vandeveer downed the dregs of his drink then set it down and rose to his feet much as Jefferson did, Larroquette though remained seated as he stared at his cellphone.
"Actually, baby, we do need to go. Body on Dillewijn Avenue. You'll get summoned pretty soon, I-" The man in his ever present waistcoat fell silent as Jefferson's cell hummed to life just as his own had. "Come on, Van, I'll drop you off on the way."
The three men cleared out easily after that and left Sansa alone with her devoted husband, but not before Jefferson had given her a peck on the cheek.
Sansa waited all of ten seconds before she shifted to straddle Petyr with a loving smile. Their lips locked in a lazy but loving kiss; when they broke apart they rested their foreheads together.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Sweetling." Baelish said without room for doubt. "More than you'll ever know." Another quick kiss. "Now, let's go home shall we?"
Sansa nodded. Petyr was positive this time everyone who'd hurt her was dead and cold in their graves. Cersei, Joffrey, Ramsay and their heinous friends, Lysa too. Now so was Oren Heyerdahl, the man who had informed on Ned to Cersei, the man who had started all this.
Petyr had his amazing wife and two stunning children, he had the most powerful financial companies in the world under his thumb. He controlled the police and medical examiners office with the aid of his friends. Petyr Baelish had everything, while those who had gone against him and hurt his Sansa only had darkness and hellfire.
Petyr had plaid The Game … and he'd won.
THE END