Line of Duty: Chapter 4: Unfinished
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-1 week later-
Chandler and Harry stood at the front of a jail building, talking to two of the men that worked there through the small circle cut in the glass that separated them.
They had worked for a whole week, nonstop, on this case. After much research, they came up with the guys' names that had shot the band members.
"So do you know anything at all about Ralph Larson?" Chandler asked. Ralph Larson was one of those guys.
One of the two men, a short, bald man, with a handlebar mustache, stepped towards Chandler and Harry.
"We never found out what he was in here for. He was only in here for a couple of months until somebody bailed him. There was a guy, he came to visit him every week without fail." He said.
"What was the name of the guy?" Harry asked.
"Um I'm not sure. Mark, what was the name of that guy that came in here every week to visit Ralph Larson?" The man asked, turning to the other guy who was now sitting at a computer.
"Ah, his name was, Ken Philips." Mark replied and spun around in his chair.
"Ken Philips?" Chandler asked in disbelief.
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-Half an hour later, Chandler and Harry are sitting at a booth in a bar and have papers spread out in front of them-
"Officer Charles Bing and Officer Ken Philips, undercover as drug dealers, approached the two men," Harry read from the report in front of him that they had gotten from the station before coming here. "Officer Bing demanded to see the drugs, the men demanded to see the cocaine, one of them pulled out a gun and Officer Bing was shot twice in the chest."
Chandler winced and dug his fingers into the edge of the table as Harry continued.
"Officer Philips and the two men got into a black truck and sped off, leaving Officer Bing to bleed to death. 10 minutes later, police arrived on the scene and Officer Bing was pronounced dead."
Harry paused and looked at Chandler as he downed a shot of tequila.
He continued reading, "After four months of investigation, the case was dropped due to lack of evidence. Nobody has heard or seen Officer Philips since then."
He set the piece of paper down and looked at Chandler, who had a look of pure pain and anger on his face.
"Harry, I want to kill him. I want to kill him Harry." Chandler said and tightened his grip on the table.
"Hey, easy, you can't think like that." Harry said seriously. "We're close, we can't get distracted by things like this."
Chandler just sat there quietly, studying the table in front of him. Harry's cell phone started to ring and he answered it. After a few minutes of talking he snapped it closed.
"I've got to go, you gonna be ok?" Harry asked as he stood to leave.
Chandler nodded his head. "Yea, yea I'll be fine."
"Ok then, take it easy. I'll see you tomorrow." He patted him on the shoulder and walked to the door.
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Chandler set down his beer bottle and placed it next to the seven empty ones. He had stayed for another two hours, reading over the papers on his father's case.
Nothing but rage and pain were flowing through his veins. God only knows what he would do if he ever came face to face with Ken Philips.
Looking down at his watch, he noticed it was nearing nine o'clock. Monica was probably wondering where he was. He threw some money on the table and stood up, walking out the door into the foggy New York night.
He took a deep breath, and not having a car because it was still in the shop, began the walk back to his apartment.
Half an hour later, he exhaustedly walked through the front door, swaying back and forth slowly. He looked around after shutting the door and noticed his five friends sitting around the apartment in random places.
"Where have you been Chandler? It's 9:30, why didn't you call?" Monica yelled at him. "I was worried, you know, you don't have the safest job in city! I was afraid something had happened to you."
"Don't start with me Monica. Not tonight!" He yelled back.
Having his father's killer on this case was the last thing he wanted to deal with. But knowing that at some point in time, this case was bound to be solved, therefore, brining Ken down.
"Where were you?" Monica asked, walking towards Chandler.
"I was out with Harry, what's the big deal?!"
"You're always out with Harry! It's never us, or even me anymore!" Monica screamed. Ross, Phoebe, Rachel, and Joey all sunk lower in their seats and continued to watch the scene in front of them.
"Monica please, you can yell at me all you want tomorrow, I just need to be alone right now." Chandler pleaded.
"No Chandler, I can't yell at you tomorrow because you'll be gone before I wake up and you won't be home until after I go to bed!"
"Mon," Chandler said with tears in his eyes, unable to hold in anymore emotion.
"Don't you Mon me!" Monica yelled.
"MONICA PLEASE! Just leave me alone!" Chandler yelled and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
There was a moment of silence before anybody spoke up.
"We should just go." Joey said as he stood up and walked to the door, followed by everybody else.
"Yea, I have to talk to Chandler. I'll see you guys tomorrow morning." Monica said as she shut the door behind them and then walked to the bedroom.
She slowly opened the door and walked inside. Chandler was lying on the bed in only a pair of plain gray cotton boxers, his back to the door, staring out at the dark night.
Monica changed into a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, crawled on top of the bed and wrapped her arms around Chandler.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I know you've been under a lot of stress lately and I shouldn't have gotten so upset about you not being here a lot. I just miss you, I feel like I never get to see you anymore." She said, just barely above a whisper.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you too." Chandler rolled over onto his back so he could look at Monica. "I found something out tonight and I'm just, not the happiest person in the world right now." He kissed her on her forehead and wrapped his arms around her.
"You want to talk about it?" Monica asked.
"Not really, it's something about my father." He said, and once again, had to fight the tears.
"Oh really?" Monica picked her head up and looked at him. Chandler usually didn't talk about his father, and when he did, he never said much.
"Yea, turns out the guy that shot him," Chandler started slowly, unstoppable tears now streaming down his face. "Turns out, that he's involved with this case."
As he said the last word, his voice cracked and he buried his face in the crook of Monica's neck, crying uncontrollably.
"Oh, Chandler. Shhh, it's ok." She felt as if she were trying to sooth an eight-year old that had just scrapped his knee.
Chandler continued to sob into her as she soothingly rubbed his bare back.
After several minutes of continuous crying, he finally stopped and Monica figured he had fallen asleep.
She looked up at his face, tear stained, but asleep. Carefully, she rested her head back down on his bare chest and also tried to get to sleep.
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Sorry it's been a while, the other friends will be in this more as I get further, but not right now. PLEASE REVIEW!!!
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-1 week later-
Chandler and Harry stood at the front of a jail building, talking to two of the men that worked there through the small circle cut in the glass that separated them.
They had worked for a whole week, nonstop, on this case. After much research, they came up with the guys' names that had shot the band members.
"So do you know anything at all about Ralph Larson?" Chandler asked. Ralph Larson was one of those guys.
One of the two men, a short, bald man, with a handlebar mustache, stepped towards Chandler and Harry.
"We never found out what he was in here for. He was only in here for a couple of months until somebody bailed him. There was a guy, he came to visit him every week without fail." He said.
"What was the name of the guy?" Harry asked.
"Um I'm not sure. Mark, what was the name of that guy that came in here every week to visit Ralph Larson?" The man asked, turning to the other guy who was now sitting at a computer.
"Ah, his name was, Ken Philips." Mark replied and spun around in his chair.
"Ken Philips?" Chandler asked in disbelief.
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-Half an hour later, Chandler and Harry are sitting at a booth in a bar and have papers spread out in front of them-
"Officer Charles Bing and Officer Ken Philips, undercover as drug dealers, approached the two men," Harry read from the report in front of him that they had gotten from the station before coming here. "Officer Bing demanded to see the drugs, the men demanded to see the cocaine, one of them pulled out a gun and Officer Bing was shot twice in the chest."
Chandler winced and dug his fingers into the edge of the table as Harry continued.
"Officer Philips and the two men got into a black truck and sped off, leaving Officer Bing to bleed to death. 10 minutes later, police arrived on the scene and Officer Bing was pronounced dead."
Harry paused and looked at Chandler as he downed a shot of tequila.
He continued reading, "After four months of investigation, the case was dropped due to lack of evidence. Nobody has heard or seen Officer Philips since then."
He set the piece of paper down and looked at Chandler, who had a look of pure pain and anger on his face.
"Harry, I want to kill him. I want to kill him Harry." Chandler said and tightened his grip on the table.
"Hey, easy, you can't think like that." Harry said seriously. "We're close, we can't get distracted by things like this."
Chandler just sat there quietly, studying the table in front of him. Harry's cell phone started to ring and he answered it. After a few minutes of talking he snapped it closed.
"I've got to go, you gonna be ok?" Harry asked as he stood to leave.
Chandler nodded his head. "Yea, yea I'll be fine."
"Ok then, take it easy. I'll see you tomorrow." He patted him on the shoulder and walked to the door.
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Chandler set down his beer bottle and placed it next to the seven empty ones. He had stayed for another two hours, reading over the papers on his father's case.
Nothing but rage and pain were flowing through his veins. God only knows what he would do if he ever came face to face with Ken Philips.
Looking down at his watch, he noticed it was nearing nine o'clock. Monica was probably wondering where he was. He threw some money on the table and stood up, walking out the door into the foggy New York night.
He took a deep breath, and not having a car because it was still in the shop, began the walk back to his apartment.
Half an hour later, he exhaustedly walked through the front door, swaying back and forth slowly. He looked around after shutting the door and noticed his five friends sitting around the apartment in random places.
"Where have you been Chandler? It's 9:30, why didn't you call?" Monica yelled at him. "I was worried, you know, you don't have the safest job in city! I was afraid something had happened to you."
"Don't start with me Monica. Not tonight!" He yelled back.
Having his father's killer on this case was the last thing he wanted to deal with. But knowing that at some point in time, this case was bound to be solved, therefore, brining Ken down.
"Where were you?" Monica asked, walking towards Chandler.
"I was out with Harry, what's the big deal?!"
"You're always out with Harry! It's never us, or even me anymore!" Monica screamed. Ross, Phoebe, Rachel, and Joey all sunk lower in their seats and continued to watch the scene in front of them.
"Monica please, you can yell at me all you want tomorrow, I just need to be alone right now." Chandler pleaded.
"No Chandler, I can't yell at you tomorrow because you'll be gone before I wake up and you won't be home until after I go to bed!"
"Mon," Chandler said with tears in his eyes, unable to hold in anymore emotion.
"Don't you Mon me!" Monica yelled.
"MONICA PLEASE! Just leave me alone!" Chandler yelled and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door behind him.
There was a moment of silence before anybody spoke up.
"We should just go." Joey said as he stood up and walked to the door, followed by everybody else.
"Yea, I have to talk to Chandler. I'll see you guys tomorrow morning." Monica said as she shut the door behind them and then walked to the bedroom.
She slowly opened the door and walked inside. Chandler was lying on the bed in only a pair of plain gray cotton boxers, his back to the door, staring out at the dark night.
Monica changed into a T-shirt and a pair of shorts, crawled on top of the bed and wrapped her arms around Chandler.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you. I know you've been under a lot of stress lately and I shouldn't have gotten so upset about you not being here a lot. I just miss you, I feel like I never get to see you anymore." She said, just barely above a whisper.
"I'm sorry I yelled at you too." Chandler rolled over onto his back so he could look at Monica. "I found something out tonight and I'm just, not the happiest person in the world right now." He kissed her on her forehead and wrapped his arms around her.
"You want to talk about it?" Monica asked.
"Not really, it's something about my father." He said, and once again, had to fight the tears.
"Oh really?" Monica picked her head up and looked at him. Chandler usually didn't talk about his father, and when he did, he never said much.
"Yea, turns out the guy that shot him," Chandler started slowly, unstoppable tears now streaming down his face. "Turns out, that he's involved with this case."
As he said the last word, his voice cracked and he buried his face in the crook of Monica's neck, crying uncontrollably.
"Oh, Chandler. Shhh, it's ok." She felt as if she were trying to sooth an eight-year old that had just scrapped his knee.
Chandler continued to sob into her as she soothingly rubbed his bare back.
After several minutes of continuous crying, he finally stopped and Monica figured he had fallen asleep.
She looked up at his face, tear stained, but asleep. Carefully, she rested her head back down on his bare chest and also tried to get to sleep.
T B C
Sorry it's been a while, the other friends will be in this more as I get further, but not right now. PLEASE REVIEW!!!