A/N: -dances around- Reviews, reviews, reviews! You are so wonderful to me! I feel so loved! Here is chapter 2! This is where the story picks up in a big way. So fantastic!
Let's get ready to rumble ladies and gentlemen!
xoxoxo
Neko-Rinny: Thank you for liking my beginning and I'm happy I'm writing more too. The updates will come every other day I think. Nothing like an author who sets brisk pace. Stay with me and I hope you grow to love this fic!
MoonstarSR: YAY! I love JJxDrake TOO!! And I just HAD to do the sequel when I thought of a good story to go with. It's just so fun... stick around and find out! I'll update as fast as I can.
katastrophic88: Oh good! I thought I had a really crappy last chapter or something. Hehe. You're so silly. I have a pet peeve against fics where the sequel is not as good as the original, so I had to make this extra special. Hopefully it is! Thank you for staying with me! And making everyone a hardcore DrakeJJ fan is my life goal. ROCK ON!
NaiyaTook: Yep! I hoped to show the different attitudes and stuffs towardsmy babies. I'm glad you like the start! Hopefully it just goes up from here! I'll email you if I want to bounce off ideas, but I hate ruining surprises. ;-) Keep reading!
Kitty in the Box: sequels are yummy! and I've got good feelings about this one too. I've got SO much planned for my wonderful little characters! They're gonna have a blast. Thanks for reviewing!
earthangel3: You'll find out later that I needed the jump. Plus, I wanted them all settled so I could throw them another curve ball. And there will sadly be no DrakeJJ lemons. I got afriad after what happened to Wildefyre. JJ and Drake seemed like they would be the type to swtich roles of uke and seme. The best of both worlds. -sigh-
Calico Avangi: I hoped it would be better than Insecurity. I'm getting the hang of it better. I had to throw in that last scene when I thought about it because it was so typical of what I saw them as. Keep reading and I hope you enjoy the rest!
ladybard96: Wow! Such confidence that it will be good! I hope I don't disappoint. I'm putting in more effort to make sure it's quality. And thank you for saying that they're "real". Because no one is really like JJ in the manga.
Jazz Cheetah: A NEW FOLLOWER! FANTASTIC! -huggles- Thanks for reading both Insecurity and this fic. I'm so pleased you enjoy them. I can only hope that you love the rest! And they are perfect together... not a coicidence of Matoh. And the conflict will NOT be what you're thinking. I can promise you that. And I was thinking about doing a SSRL because I luvs them so much. I've developed a sort of... loathing for RLSB... not to say anything bad about you of course! No idea why I like severus better.
Goofball: HEHE! YAY! You're reading the sequel too! Good. And I DO love doing this. So much it hurts sometimes. And you're becoming addicted? FABULOUS! I can turn you metero yet. No worries about the chat thing. I understand what it's like to have a mommy too. :-D
xoxoxo
Chapter 2:
"Drake! DRAKE! UP!" JJ shouted from the bedroom doorway as he hurled a pillow towards the bed.
"UGH! Mmm... I'm awake, I'm awake..." Drake moaned as he sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He looked over at his already fully dressed companion who was standing arms akimbo and leaning against the door frame. Morning people... I'll never understand them...
"Drake, it's already past seven thirty. You should already be in the shower by now," JJ tsked, "At this rate, you won't be able to eat my pancakes."
Drake waved to show that he understood and practically crawled to the bathroom. His conflicting feelings about the soft bed versus hot pancakes were tearing at his brain. Sleep! No, food! Sleep! Food! AHHH! He grabbed a towel and started the warm water running in the shower. If I don't eat some of JJ's breakfast, he'll pout all morning. Plus this is the first time in... forever that he's made pancakes.
After he washed up and was brushing his teeth, Drake caught the first smells of caffeine. The extra stimulus assured JJ that he would be out in a few minutes.
"Welcome back to the living," JJ laughed as Drake sat down, his hair still damp and hanging in front of his forehead.
"Good morning to you too," Drake huffed as he dug in.
"Hey, hey! Slow down all right? I'm not so great at the Heimlich maneuver," JJ said as he sat down opposite the man now stuffing his face.
"Schop waggin me."
"What was that? Stop nagging you? I can barely understand the words you're saying," and after a pause the silver haired man added, "Odd really, you usually always swallow before talking."
Drake nearly choked when he realized the other meanings that JJ's last comment meant, "JJ! Why do you have to torment me when I'm trying to eat?!"
"Because it's fun. And I love seeing you blush," JJ stated with a grin.
"Gutter mind."
"Oh you know you like it."
"Hey, look at the time! We better hit the road if we don't want to be late," Drake nodded as he got up, put his dishes away, and got ready to leave. Just avoid the topic of how sexy JJ's perverted streak is... just avoid the topic of how sexy JJ's perverted streak is...
"Sure baby," JJ chuckled, he's avoiding how much of a turn on he thinks my perverted nature is,"If you've ever been on time in your life, I'll give up jazz. Okay! October! Come here girl." The labrador waddled over the where JJ was waiting with a leash. After her master clipped the strap to her collar, she was led next door to the adjacent apartment.
"Thank you very much Mrs. Henderson, we'll be in late so it's much appreciated that you will be able to watch October for us," JJ said gratefully as he handed over his pet. It was amazing how much she had grown over the past year or so. From a tiny puppy, only a foot or so tall, the dog had matured to be waist high.
"No problem, Officer Adams. Say hello to Officer Parker for me!" Mrs. Henderson smiled as she closed her front door.
"Does she still think that we're just really good friends?" Drake questioned as he locked their own door.
JJ shook his head and shrugged, "She's old Drake, and conservative. I don't think she even knows about gays."
"That's surprising. I didn't think the walls were THAT thick."
"Idiot!" JJ scolded playfully as he swatted the back of Drake's head.
Drake stuck out his tongue, "Ditto."
oOoOoOoOoOo
The precinct was bustling this morning. Of course, it was bustling EVERY morning, but today it seemed to be in a heightened state of frenzy. Uniformed officers, maintenance workers, secretaries, and various visitors appeared to have all found their way into a crowded corridor, blocking JJ and Drake from their workspace.
"Excuse me... move, please..."
"Out of the way... miss, would you step aside?"
With a last shove, they secured themselves in their office, at last separated from the packed hallway. Already feeling the heat closing in on them, they loosened their ties before greeting their fellow detectives.
"Man, it's a zoo out there. Do either of you know what's going on?" Drake inquired before he set to work.
Ryo nodded and responded, "Near the 19th precinct, a construction crew hit a gas pipe, so the entire sector has been moved here for the time being."
"It's not anything permanent though," Dee chimed in, "It should only be for today at most."
"Thank goodness. With the air conditioner out, the last thing we need is more body heat," JJ heaved softly.
"Here, here," chorused the other three officers before a calm silence permeated the room.
For twenty minutes there was little else than the passing of notes and tapping of pencils. Ryo and Dee were wrapped up in their own assignment, while Drake and JJ concentrated on any patterns in the Webber file.
Despite the numerous witnesses that said John Webber was a dealer, no solid evidence could be found. Raid after raid was conducted to bring up nothing at all, which disturbed the police to no end. How could one man hide all the chemicals he was supposedly selling, just minutes after they followed him home from high profile drug rings? They couldn't pin the intended buyers either, so they just kept running in circles.
Before JJ could suggest another approach to the problem, the phone rang. Drake, who was closest, picked up the receiver only to hear a low muffled sound.
"Web... at home... with new shipment... unsuspecting... go..."
Drake grabbed a piece of paper to jot down the few phrases he could pick out, mouthing the words 'trace the call' to his partner. JJ looked over at the caller ID to see that it was a pay phone number, no way of identifying the voice.
"Who is this and what is your location?" Drake spoke up. After waiting for a few seconds he repeated, "Who is this? Where are you?"
The sound of the dial tone buzzed.
"Damnit!" Drake slammed the phone down, "I couldn't even tell if the speech was male or female. Too stifled to be certain."
"What was it? What happened?" JJ demanded swiftly.
"Someone calling to say that Webber was at home... with more drugs. Sounds like a set up to me," Drake said with a furrowed brow.
"But what if it wasn't. I think we should check it out Drake. We've got nothing else going for us," JJ answered, standing to place his gun in his holster.
"I still don't like the sound of it. Something doesn't seem right."
Dee, who had been listening to the last part of the conversation, spoke up, "We'll go with you as back up if you want. Better safe than sorry."
"Okay, okay," Drake replied in defeat, "We'll scout it out. JJ, grab his address from our last search. This is probably a trap or a practical joke. Either way I plan to be back by lunch."
oOoOoOoOoOo
Two squad cars pulled up to a run down apartment on the outskirts of the suburbs. The building looked in desperate need of repair, even though an expensive Lexus was parked outside. No noise came from the structure as three men quietly stalked towards the front door. Dee had jerked his head around to the side to show that he would seal off an escape from the back exit. Yet, unlike their previous visits to the shack, no footsteps could be heard inside. The circumstances gave the impression that something, anything was terribly off.
Maybe he's not home, JJ thought, another fuckin' prank call.
Ryo gave him a quizzical look as if to say, 'Should we go in anyways?'. A quick nod from Drake, and they burst in through the already open door. Weapons held in front of them, they scanned the living room for Webber. At first it came across as if the room were empty, but then on closer inspection...
They spotted him. On the floor. With a bullet square between his eye balls.
Shocked, the officers walked over to the body to find a woman next to him, also shot through the skull. Eyes wide open, their heads sat in a pool of blood. The liquid was still wet, meaning that this crime took place recently, very recently. The simple case of a drug pusher became double homicide in an instant.
"Fuck," Drake breathed, "What the hell happened?"
"We need... to call to the station," JJ stammered, "Forensics has to come and get... the bodies..."
They all jumped when they heard a slam nearby, only to see Dee come in through a back entrance, "Is he.... here... oh my god. That's not what we predicted."
"My thoughts exactly," sighed Ryo, "I'll go out to the car and radio in for you two. We need examiners here immediately."
The two men left Drake and JJ squatting next to the corpses. Out of all the possibilities that they cold have come up with, this was the least of their wildest dreams. The new questions of 'Who killed him?', 'What was this death in relation to the call?', 'Who is the woman?', and 'What now?' were racing through the pair's minds. The complexity of the situation tripled by the new onslaught of complications.
This is just bizarre. Who would have expected murder... What ELSE could go wrong? Drake groaned to himself.
"I can smell overtime written all over this one Drake," JJ said, disappointed.
"I know."
"Two dead people just causes the work to be added."
"Sadly enough."
There was nothing to do but sit and observe the stiffs. The couple had no gloves or equipment to try and pull data with, so the next best thing was to toss ideas around as to what happened. Obviously someone was angry with the low class seller or just wanted him out of the way, but who? There was no friction between Webber and any cartels that they knew of. On the contrary he was a smooth customer, every transaction flawless. So, Drake and JJ mulled over one unlikely idea after another.
A soft noise sounded. It was a small, petite sort of... whimper?
JJ reached for his revolver again and stood up, tensed, "Did you hear that Drake?"
"Hear what?" Drake said worriedly.
"That soft... there it is again!" JJ cried as he edged towards the adjoining rooms.
"I can't hear anything," Drake hissed.
They searched the bathroom and master bedroom. Nothing to be found, not even the suspected drugs. There was only one room left to go through, which they assumed was a tiny guest bedroom. They could definitely hear sounds, which JJ though reminded him of October, coming from the shadows around this vicinity. Creeping into the space, they switched the lights on.
"Oh. Holy. Jesus."
A baby was sniveling in a wicker basket, right in the middle of the wooden floor.
A/N: AHHHH! THE PLOT! THE PLOT! WE HAVE A PLOT NOW! I'm so sorry for my sucky drama. –bows madly- Forgive the writing. I tried my best.
Review your little hearts out! I crave your criticism, advice, praise, anything you've got to tell me, I'll take it! If you think I should just give up, I need to know that! If you think this is worth pursuing, I need to know that too!
I know that the pace has picked up beyond recognition. If it REALLY annoys you TELL ME! I put so much effort into toning it down slowly but I got swept away! Forgive me...