Same discalimers as usual
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Beeping, it was all Dee could hear. Persistent rings in his head forced him to open his eyes in order to identify them to make them stop... Dee's eyes opened slowly. The room seemed to spin and was grey around the edges. Despite his dizziness he tried to stand but handcuffs held him against the dusty pipes. Above him he could hear footsteps. He couldn't tell where he was exactly; a cellar obviously, but where? He didn't know how long he'd been out. If he was lucky, he was still in the club. He could see smoke drifting in the air, the alarms were blaring. Smoke was drifting down the steps, probably pouring in from the crack under the door... He must still be in the club. The fire was probably from the explosion.
Dee's eyes continued to search the room. No one was there. They'd either left him to die or to be found after they escaped. But why not just kill him? He'd seen the man, tall, burly, dark haired. He could easily identify him. Dee pulled against his restraints with no success. They'd used his own cuffs. He tried to locate his other belongings. His gun was gone but his badge, cuff keys, and Nextel were on the table. The beep sounded again... It was the Nextel, still left on. The others must have been trying to find him.
He could see people passing by outside the small, barred window. A familiar, stylish, black and white pair of shoes stood beside a worn out pair of brown ones. JJ and Drake, Dee thought to himself. "JJ" he called, his voice barely a whisper. "JJ!" He managed to call again louder. He winced, the sound of his own voice pounding in his head worse than any hangover he'd ever had.
JJ couldn't hear him over the fire alarms. Dee cursed. Once again he pulled at his restraints. The smoke filtering into the room began to choke him. Parts of the ceiling boards were crackling and falling into the room. If no one found him soon, he'd suffocate down here.
The alarm stopped. There was a thud on the upstairs door. "Anyone down there? We'll be right there!" It was the fire department, trying to knock down the door.
"Yeah, I'm down here! Get me the hell outta here" Dee answered, then cringed at his voice again.
The door burst open and two firemen ran down the steps. Dee knew one of them, his name was Jack. Dee and his friends from the station play poker with Jack occasionally. Jack pulled the bar off of the door leading out to the alley and threw it open. Dee's lungs appreciated the clean air rushing in. "Drake! Dee's in here." The other fireman was trying to get Dee loose.
"The key's on the table." Dee motioned to the table on the other side of the room. Jack promptly grabbed the key and tossed them to the other firefighter who removed the cuffs. Dee groaned an rubbed his wrists. The cuffs had been rather tight.
Jack offered Dee a hand up. "Let's get you outside and looked at." Dee took his hand and stood, dusting off the back of his pants. Snatching his belongings off the table, Dee hurried out of the basement. When he emerged he was offered oxygen, but refused it. "Nah, I'm a smoker. That was nothing," he joked. He'd been found before any real damage could be done. If anything, he was just a little dirty from the dust and smoke.
JJ accosted him the moment he stepped outside, throwing his arms around him. "I was so worried are you okay never do that to me!" There wasn't a single pause for breath. "Augh, I'm fine. Get the hell off of me!" Dee pushed JJ away and held him at arms length just in time to avoid being kissed.
Drake peeled JJ off, eager to talk to his friend without JJ pestering him. "We've been looking for you. Last time JJ talked to you was about a half an hour ago. We didn't even realize you were gone until all the shit going on settled down." Drake scratched the back of his head. Ambulances were still outside. There were no fatalities, altough the bartender was in bad shape. With a goodbye thump on the back Jack ran off. He really had no time to hang around. His job had just begun.
The officers however felt utterly defeated. The man had escaped, and alot of people were injured. They had alot of explaining to do. Hopefully the description Dee would give them would make things slightly better. They headed back to the station, dejected.
When they arrived to the station for debriefing, Dee tapped on the glass of the dispatch office to get the girl on duties attention.
"Hey Julie, did you get in touch with Ted?" He yawned through most of his question. He had called in before he went to the club. He wanted to ask Ted if he wouldn't mind checking in on Ryo later that night, just to see if he was alright.He knew he was being over protective, but if the pain got too bad or Ryo's meds made him sick, someone would be
there to help him. Dee would just rather be safe. At that time however, Ted was not at his desk, but was expected back shortly and Julie assured him that she'd let Ted know.
Julie seemed as though she had been anxious to see him for some reason. She turned to the other dispatch officer and excused herself momentarily then hurried out to see Dee. She seemed confused at first as to what she should say but then quickly rattled off everything that had happened. "Ted couldn't get back so Rose offered to go. I told him what you asked me to tell Ted."
Dee cut her off mid sentance. "Rose went?!"
"Dee..." She tried to continue.
"That piece of ..." Dee let out a long series of curses. He knew he couldn't sit comforatably through debriefing while Rose was alone in a hotel room with Ryo.
"Dee..." The girl tried again, but Dee was continuing to rant. Obviously she had picked the wrong part of her story to tell first. "DEE!!" She hollared.
Startled, Dee stopped and listened.
"Dee, the Head called in for backup 10 minutes ago. He had me dispatch officers to meet him at the Sheraton for room 514. Someone is there, and they are armed. He didn't say anything about Randy."
Dee's heart sank. He unable to react for a moment, trying to absorb what she just said.
Drake had been nearby listening. "Dee, you go. Skip the debriefing, I'll tell them what happened."
Dee didn't have to be told twice. He was already running for the door.
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Half an hour earlier, Mark arrived at the Sheraton. He walked straight to the elevators and hit the button for the fifth floor. His fingers traced the outline of the gun through the fabric of his jacket.
Back in the lobby Berkley Rose approached the reception desk. Dee had called the station to ask if someone wouldn't mind checking on Ryo at some point during the night, just in case he needed something. Ofcourse, he didn't expect or want the volunteer to be Rose. He'd assumed Ted might do him the favor...
Berkley showed the woman behind the desk his badge. Dee had told Julie that the person he sent needed to do that. "Hi, my name is Berkley Rose, Dee Latener said he spoke to you about..." . The receptionist cut him off.
"That's right. I talked to him." The lady typed something into her computer and swiped an electronic key through a slot on her keyboard. "Mr. Latener agreed that this key is just a temporary. You will have to leave before 1 am or we will add you to the bill." The hotel was, ofcourse, only concerned about their money.
Berkley nodded, tossed the key up, and snatched it from the air. "Thank you very much for letting me do this. You have no idea how much I appreciate it " Truly, he didn't care if he stayed past one. If Ryo needed a little company he'd be more than happy to provide it for him and let Latener pick up the bill.
With a smile to the receptionist, Berkley got on the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor. Humming to himself he amused himself on the short journey with thoughts of slipping into bed with Ryo and letting the man wake up in his arms.
Half way down the hall Berkley paused, straightened his glasses and brushed his hair back with his hand. Satisfied he was about to knock on the door when he heard voices inside the room. The tone of voice alerted him immediatley that something was wrong. Quietly he leaned up against the door and listened.
"I should have seen it... you said Dee called me Randy. Dee has never called me Randy... you knew who I was before then...but how?"
You honestly don't remember? I've thought of little else for four years, Randy. But then, he was just your partner. I lost my lover. Four years and finally, finally Louis can rest in peace knowing I took out the coward that shot him from a safe distance.
There was silence for a moment. Berkley pulled out his cell phone and dialed for back up. It was usually his style to burst in and try to save the day but this case meant more to him than the pursuit of Ryo. Even though the attempt to catch him at the club failed, the man wouldn't escape now. After placing the call Berkley swiped his card and cracked the door open quietly, listening to the conversation.
"Loius Green.... you're the one in the alley." Things were suddenly becoming clear to Ryo. This was the blonde man who'd escaped that day in California. "You shot my partner." Ryo growled, he too had always wanted to get his hands on the man who killed his partner. Ryo would never forget the day he had to tell Peter's wife and children that her husband and their father would not be coming home again. He couldn't even give them the satisfcation that the man had been caught. He wanted to be the one to arrest the man, put him behind
bars and let him rot in jail.
"And you shot my lover. We're hardly even."
"I shot him?" Ryo thought about this... Had the man not seen what happened? No, he supposed he couldn't since he had run away. Ryo had tried to tell the officers not to shoot but his warning was to late. Louis' death was an unfortunate accident.
Marc's eyes narrowed. He'd heard enough. Randy wasn't denying it and he didn't have anymore time to waste. He aimed the barrel of the gun right between Randy's eyes.
Ryo didn't flinch. "This is how you avenge him? Sneaking into my room in the darkness like a coward." Ryo slowly stood. He was testing the man. It was all he could do. Mark was going to pull that trigger, he had no doubt. But if he frustrated Mark, angered him, the blonde man might leave himself open long enough for Ryo to take the gun from him. " I remember that day. You ran, you left him behind. And now, you're trying to play hero. Trying to pretend you're on some kind of mission to ease your own guilt. Killing me won't help you. It won't make the guilt go away."
"Shut the fuck up!" Mark yelled. His finger squeezed the trigger. Ryo's eyes widened. His mind raced in the split second of time that he had. There just wasn't enough time, he couldn't get out of the way fast enough. Even if the first bullet hit off center, a second would follow quickly. His only plan failed.
"FREEZE, NYPD!" Berkley shouted as he rushed into the room.
Startled Marc turned and released the trigger, he couldn't believe that someone else was there. Ryo could barely believe it himself. He didn't delay though. He used this moment to try to grab the gun from the man. With his hand in a cast, however, he could only grab with one hand.
Mark's eyes had gone wild with anger. He never liked situtations that weren't completely under his control. With his free hand he shoved Ryo forcefully, trying to make him release the gun. Berkley leapt forward then and grabbed the gun. The three of them struggled, holding Mark's hand and the gun above his head.
Mark couldn't let this moment be ruined. One part of him wondered how Louis would forgive him if he let Randy live after what he'd done. Another part of him knew he would go to hell for his crimes, but thought Randy deserved to be there too. Mark tugged with all his might, but lost his balance and fell backwards. His hand reached out and grabbed Ryo.
Everything seemed to slow down. Rose released Mark so he wouldn't lose his own balance. Ryo fell with Mark; as they fell, Ryo could feel the metal of the gun pressed against his belly. When they hit the ground, the gun dug painfully into his stomach and then went off.
Berkley froze, his ears ringing with the deafeningly loud sound of a gunshot in an enclosed environment. Both men on the floor lay perfectly still. "Ryo..." Berkley didn't know who had taken the bullet. "Ryo " He repeated louder, fear gripped his heart. There was still no movement.
After a moment, Ryo pushed himself to his hands and knees. Blood soaked the white shirt he was wearing. His shoulders shook with fear. His left hand pressed against his stomach. His fingers searched his abdomen for a wound. "I'm alright... it wasn't me" Below him Mark stared wide eyed, sweat beaded on his forehead.
Ryo got off of him and kneeled beside him. Tugging lightly he removed the gun from Mark's hand and slid it over to Berkley. "C...Call an ambulance." Ryo's voice was quiet. He was still shaken himself.
Berkley did as he was told. Altough he was Ryo's superior and it seemed that Ryo was the one giving orders, he knew that Ryo did not mean it that way. He was simply stunned, and asking Berkley to make the call, since he could not do so himself.
Out in the hall four officers ran towards the door. Berkley stopped them at the door. "Too late guys, everything's under control now."
Some of the officers cursed and apologized. They had come as fast as they could though. Two stayed to help with the crime scene, the other two left to continue patrol. The two who stayed waited in the doorway with Berkley, waiting for the EMTs and asking nosy neighbors to stay in their rooms.
Ryo gently held Mark's hand in his. Mark was trembling. Ryo brushed his bangs back. All of his anger was gone, now he only had pity for a confused soul. He couldn't let the man die without knowing the truth. "I didn't kill Louis. His death was an accident. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm very sorry for your loss." Ryo knew that the man was not going to live much longer. He was trying his best to make him comfortable and console him. Mark wasn't listening. He was beginning to fade. Blood trickled over moving lips. He was trying to speak.
Ryo first leaned to listen, but there was nothing. Instead he hushed him. He had every right to hate this man. To leave him to die alone without anyone caring that he had passed. But it wasn't in his nature. Mark did something then that puzzled Ryo, a small smile crept onto Mark's face. Perhaps he was grateful for Randy's presence.
Ryo would never know that the last thing Mark saw was Louis hushing him, holding his hand and speaking soothingly until he fell asleep.
Ryo put slowly put his hand down, tears stinging his eyes.
Dee arrived the same time the paramedics did. Berkley allowed him to follow the men into the room. Ryo was sitting in the corner opposite the body, staying out of the paramedic's way. Seeing him sitting there immediatly calmed Dee down. Careful of the others in the room he hurried over to Ryo.
Ryo seemed to be staring at nothing. As much as he wanted to scoop Ryo into his arms and hold him, he controlled the urge, knowing that Ryo wouldn't want such a scene to be made in front of others. Instead Dee knelt in front of him and softly touched his knee to get his attention. "You okay?" For his own knowledge, as if to confirm that Ryo was indeed whole, Dee ran his hand over the cast on Ryo's hand, then stretched the fabric of his blood soaked shirt.
Ryo seemed to snap out of a trance. His expression softened as he seemed to realize it was Dee. "Yeah... Its not mine" He meant the blood. Ryo reached out and touched a bruise and some soot on Dee's face.
Dee caught his hand. "I'm fine too. Lets go home, get you cleaned up. Then you can tell me about it." Dee could see that Ryo was very shaken and dazed. It was probably the effects of the medication making things worse for him.
Ryo nodded, liking the sound of that. He stood and let Dee steer him out of the room. As they passed the body, Ryo moved closer to Dee.
"I'm going take him home" Dee said, stopping in front of Berkley. Technically he was supposed to ask, not inform. But Rose let him go, not wanting to make Ryo stay there any longer.
"Ryo, a lot of good people were killed because of him. He was a bad man. Don't forget." Berkley said as he nodded to Ryo.
"No," Ryo said softly. "I can't forget."
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Uh..... because I've taken so long jsut to post this.... there WILL be another chapter. Prolly just a conclusion, maybe a lemon. I just wanted you to have SOMETHING... I'm so sorry i've been busy with college, sick relatives, and moving....
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Beeping, it was all Dee could hear. Persistent rings in his head forced him to open his eyes in order to identify them to make them stop... Dee's eyes opened slowly. The room seemed to spin and was grey around the edges. Despite his dizziness he tried to stand but handcuffs held him against the dusty pipes. Above him he could hear footsteps. He couldn't tell where he was exactly; a cellar obviously, but where? He didn't know how long he'd been out. If he was lucky, he was still in the club. He could see smoke drifting in the air, the alarms were blaring. Smoke was drifting down the steps, probably pouring in from the crack under the door... He must still be in the club. The fire was probably from the explosion.
Dee's eyes continued to search the room. No one was there. They'd either left him to die or to be found after they escaped. But why not just kill him? He'd seen the man, tall, burly, dark haired. He could easily identify him. Dee pulled against his restraints with no success. They'd used his own cuffs. He tried to locate his other belongings. His gun was gone but his badge, cuff keys, and Nextel were on the table. The beep sounded again... It was the Nextel, still left on. The others must have been trying to find him.
He could see people passing by outside the small, barred window. A familiar, stylish, black and white pair of shoes stood beside a worn out pair of brown ones. JJ and Drake, Dee thought to himself. "JJ" he called, his voice barely a whisper. "JJ!" He managed to call again louder. He winced, the sound of his own voice pounding in his head worse than any hangover he'd ever had.
JJ couldn't hear him over the fire alarms. Dee cursed. Once again he pulled at his restraints. The smoke filtering into the room began to choke him. Parts of the ceiling boards were crackling and falling into the room. If no one found him soon, he'd suffocate down here.
The alarm stopped. There was a thud on the upstairs door. "Anyone down there? We'll be right there!" It was the fire department, trying to knock down the door.
"Yeah, I'm down here! Get me the hell outta here" Dee answered, then cringed at his voice again.
The door burst open and two firemen ran down the steps. Dee knew one of them, his name was Jack. Dee and his friends from the station play poker with Jack occasionally. Jack pulled the bar off of the door leading out to the alley and threw it open. Dee's lungs appreciated the clean air rushing in. "Drake! Dee's in here." The other fireman was trying to get Dee loose.
"The key's on the table." Dee motioned to the table on the other side of the room. Jack promptly grabbed the key and tossed them to the other firefighter who removed the cuffs. Dee groaned an rubbed his wrists. The cuffs had been rather tight.
Jack offered Dee a hand up. "Let's get you outside and looked at." Dee took his hand and stood, dusting off the back of his pants. Snatching his belongings off the table, Dee hurried out of the basement. When he emerged he was offered oxygen, but refused it. "Nah, I'm a smoker. That was nothing," he joked. He'd been found before any real damage could be done. If anything, he was just a little dirty from the dust and smoke.
JJ accosted him the moment he stepped outside, throwing his arms around him. "I was so worried are you okay never do that to me!" There wasn't a single pause for breath. "Augh, I'm fine. Get the hell off of me!" Dee pushed JJ away and held him at arms length just in time to avoid being kissed.
Drake peeled JJ off, eager to talk to his friend without JJ pestering him. "We've been looking for you. Last time JJ talked to you was about a half an hour ago. We didn't even realize you were gone until all the shit going on settled down." Drake scratched the back of his head. Ambulances were still outside. There were no fatalities, altough the bartender was in bad shape. With a goodbye thump on the back Jack ran off. He really had no time to hang around. His job had just begun.
The officers however felt utterly defeated. The man had escaped, and alot of people were injured. They had alot of explaining to do. Hopefully the description Dee would give them would make things slightly better. They headed back to the station, dejected.
When they arrived to the station for debriefing, Dee tapped on the glass of the dispatch office to get the girl on duties attention.
"Hey Julie, did you get in touch with Ted?" He yawned through most of his question. He had called in before he went to the club. He wanted to ask Ted if he wouldn't mind checking in on Ryo later that night, just to see if he was alright.He knew he was being over protective, but if the pain got too bad or Ryo's meds made him sick, someone would be
there to help him. Dee would just rather be safe. At that time however, Ted was not at his desk, but was expected back shortly and Julie assured him that she'd let Ted know.
Julie seemed as though she had been anxious to see him for some reason. She turned to the other dispatch officer and excused herself momentarily then hurried out to see Dee. She seemed confused at first as to what she should say but then quickly rattled off everything that had happened. "Ted couldn't get back so Rose offered to go. I told him what you asked me to tell Ted."
Dee cut her off mid sentance. "Rose went?!"
"Dee..." She tried to continue.
"That piece of ..." Dee let out a long series of curses. He knew he couldn't sit comforatably through debriefing while Rose was alone in a hotel room with Ryo.
"Dee..." The girl tried again, but Dee was continuing to rant. Obviously she had picked the wrong part of her story to tell first. "DEE!!" She hollared.
Startled, Dee stopped and listened.
"Dee, the Head called in for backup 10 minutes ago. He had me dispatch officers to meet him at the Sheraton for room 514. Someone is there, and they are armed. He didn't say anything about Randy."
Dee's heart sank. He unable to react for a moment, trying to absorb what she just said.
Drake had been nearby listening. "Dee, you go. Skip the debriefing, I'll tell them what happened."
Dee didn't have to be told twice. He was already running for the door.
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Half an hour earlier, Mark arrived at the Sheraton. He walked straight to the elevators and hit the button for the fifth floor. His fingers traced the outline of the gun through the fabric of his jacket.
Back in the lobby Berkley Rose approached the reception desk. Dee had called the station to ask if someone wouldn't mind checking on Ryo at some point during the night, just in case he needed something. Ofcourse, he didn't expect or want the volunteer to be Rose. He'd assumed Ted might do him the favor...
Berkley showed the woman behind the desk his badge. Dee had told Julie that the person he sent needed to do that. "Hi, my name is Berkley Rose, Dee Latener said he spoke to you about..." . The receptionist cut him off.
"That's right. I talked to him." The lady typed something into her computer and swiped an electronic key through a slot on her keyboard. "Mr. Latener agreed that this key is just a temporary. You will have to leave before 1 am or we will add you to the bill." The hotel was, ofcourse, only concerned about their money.
Berkley nodded, tossed the key up, and snatched it from the air. "Thank you very much for letting me do this. You have no idea how much I appreciate it " Truly, he didn't care if he stayed past one. If Ryo needed a little company he'd be more than happy to provide it for him and let Latener pick up the bill.
With a smile to the receptionist, Berkley got on the elevator and pressed the button for the fifth floor. Humming to himself he amused himself on the short journey with thoughts of slipping into bed with Ryo and letting the man wake up in his arms.
Half way down the hall Berkley paused, straightened his glasses and brushed his hair back with his hand. Satisfied he was about to knock on the door when he heard voices inside the room. The tone of voice alerted him immediatley that something was wrong. Quietly he leaned up against the door and listened.
"I should have seen it... you said Dee called me Randy. Dee has never called me Randy... you knew who I was before then...but how?"
You honestly don't remember? I've thought of little else for four years, Randy. But then, he was just your partner. I lost my lover. Four years and finally, finally Louis can rest in peace knowing I took out the coward that shot him from a safe distance.
There was silence for a moment. Berkley pulled out his cell phone and dialed for back up. It was usually his style to burst in and try to save the day but this case meant more to him than the pursuit of Ryo. Even though the attempt to catch him at the club failed, the man wouldn't escape now. After placing the call Berkley swiped his card and cracked the door open quietly, listening to the conversation.
"Loius Green.... you're the one in the alley." Things were suddenly becoming clear to Ryo. This was the blonde man who'd escaped that day in California. "You shot my partner." Ryo growled, he too had always wanted to get his hands on the man who killed his partner. Ryo would never forget the day he had to tell Peter's wife and children that her husband and their father would not be coming home again. He couldn't even give them the satisfcation that the man had been caught. He wanted to be the one to arrest the man, put him behind
bars and let him rot in jail.
"And you shot my lover. We're hardly even."
"I shot him?" Ryo thought about this... Had the man not seen what happened? No, he supposed he couldn't since he had run away. Ryo had tried to tell the officers not to shoot but his warning was to late. Louis' death was an unfortunate accident.
Marc's eyes narrowed. He'd heard enough. Randy wasn't denying it and he didn't have anymore time to waste. He aimed the barrel of the gun right between Randy's eyes.
Ryo didn't flinch. "This is how you avenge him? Sneaking into my room in the darkness like a coward." Ryo slowly stood. He was testing the man. It was all he could do. Mark was going to pull that trigger, he had no doubt. But if he frustrated Mark, angered him, the blonde man might leave himself open long enough for Ryo to take the gun from him. " I remember that day. You ran, you left him behind. And now, you're trying to play hero. Trying to pretend you're on some kind of mission to ease your own guilt. Killing me won't help you. It won't make the guilt go away."
"Shut the fuck up!" Mark yelled. His finger squeezed the trigger. Ryo's eyes widened. His mind raced in the split second of time that he had. There just wasn't enough time, he couldn't get out of the way fast enough. Even if the first bullet hit off center, a second would follow quickly. His only plan failed.
"FREEZE, NYPD!" Berkley shouted as he rushed into the room.
Startled Marc turned and released the trigger, he couldn't believe that someone else was there. Ryo could barely believe it himself. He didn't delay though. He used this moment to try to grab the gun from the man. With his hand in a cast, however, he could only grab with one hand.
Mark's eyes had gone wild with anger. He never liked situtations that weren't completely under his control. With his free hand he shoved Ryo forcefully, trying to make him release the gun. Berkley leapt forward then and grabbed the gun. The three of them struggled, holding Mark's hand and the gun above his head.
Mark couldn't let this moment be ruined. One part of him wondered how Louis would forgive him if he let Randy live after what he'd done. Another part of him knew he would go to hell for his crimes, but thought Randy deserved to be there too. Mark tugged with all his might, but lost his balance and fell backwards. His hand reached out and grabbed Ryo.
Everything seemed to slow down. Rose released Mark so he wouldn't lose his own balance. Ryo fell with Mark; as they fell, Ryo could feel the metal of the gun pressed against his belly. When they hit the ground, the gun dug painfully into his stomach and then went off.
Berkley froze, his ears ringing with the deafeningly loud sound of a gunshot in an enclosed environment. Both men on the floor lay perfectly still. "Ryo..." Berkley didn't know who had taken the bullet. "Ryo " He repeated louder, fear gripped his heart. There was still no movement.
After a moment, Ryo pushed himself to his hands and knees. Blood soaked the white shirt he was wearing. His shoulders shook with fear. His left hand pressed against his stomach. His fingers searched his abdomen for a wound. "I'm alright... it wasn't me" Below him Mark stared wide eyed, sweat beaded on his forehead.
Ryo got off of him and kneeled beside him. Tugging lightly he removed the gun from Mark's hand and slid it over to Berkley. "C...Call an ambulance." Ryo's voice was quiet. He was still shaken himself.
Berkley did as he was told. Altough he was Ryo's superior and it seemed that Ryo was the one giving orders, he knew that Ryo did not mean it that way. He was simply stunned, and asking Berkley to make the call, since he could not do so himself.
Out in the hall four officers ran towards the door. Berkley stopped them at the door. "Too late guys, everything's under control now."
Some of the officers cursed and apologized. They had come as fast as they could though. Two stayed to help with the crime scene, the other two left to continue patrol. The two who stayed waited in the doorway with Berkley, waiting for the EMTs and asking nosy neighbors to stay in their rooms.
Ryo gently held Mark's hand in his. Mark was trembling. Ryo brushed his bangs back. All of his anger was gone, now he only had pity for a confused soul. He couldn't let the man die without knowing the truth. "I didn't kill Louis. His death was an accident. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm very sorry for your loss." Ryo knew that the man was not going to live much longer. He was trying his best to make him comfortable and console him. Mark wasn't listening. He was beginning to fade. Blood trickled over moving lips. He was trying to speak.
Ryo first leaned to listen, but there was nothing. Instead he hushed him. He had every right to hate this man. To leave him to die alone without anyone caring that he had passed. But it wasn't in his nature. Mark did something then that puzzled Ryo, a small smile crept onto Mark's face. Perhaps he was grateful for Randy's presence.
Ryo would never know that the last thing Mark saw was Louis hushing him, holding his hand and speaking soothingly until he fell asleep.
Ryo put slowly put his hand down, tears stinging his eyes.
Dee arrived the same time the paramedics did. Berkley allowed him to follow the men into the room. Ryo was sitting in the corner opposite the body, staying out of the paramedic's way. Seeing him sitting there immediatly calmed Dee down. Careful of the others in the room he hurried over to Ryo.
Ryo seemed to be staring at nothing. As much as he wanted to scoop Ryo into his arms and hold him, he controlled the urge, knowing that Ryo wouldn't want such a scene to be made in front of others. Instead Dee knelt in front of him and softly touched his knee to get his attention. "You okay?" For his own knowledge, as if to confirm that Ryo was indeed whole, Dee ran his hand over the cast on Ryo's hand, then stretched the fabric of his blood soaked shirt.
Ryo seemed to snap out of a trance. His expression softened as he seemed to realize it was Dee. "Yeah... Its not mine" He meant the blood. Ryo reached out and touched a bruise and some soot on Dee's face.
Dee caught his hand. "I'm fine too. Lets go home, get you cleaned up. Then you can tell me about it." Dee could see that Ryo was very shaken and dazed. It was probably the effects of the medication making things worse for him.
Ryo nodded, liking the sound of that. He stood and let Dee steer him out of the room. As they passed the body, Ryo moved closer to Dee.
"I'm going take him home" Dee said, stopping in front of Berkley. Technically he was supposed to ask, not inform. But Rose let him go, not wanting to make Ryo stay there any longer.
"Ryo, a lot of good people were killed because of him. He was a bad man. Don't forget." Berkley said as he nodded to Ryo.
"No," Ryo said softly. "I can't forget."
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Uh..... because I've taken so long jsut to post this.... there WILL be another chapter. Prolly just a conclusion, maybe a lemon. I just wanted you to have SOMETHING... I'm so sorry i've been busy with college, sick relatives, and moving....
