A/N: First my apologies for the ridiculously late update. I got sucked into the world of Queer as Folk and well... got more than a little distracted. Also spent time writing my novel length original fic too. Oops. I feel really bad. I know I let you down. It's been like... a month? BAD ME! –smack-
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Kitty in the Box: Yes, the last chapter had no tension, because I was desperately trying to clear up misconceptions. Hopefully I accomplished some of that. This chapter should have some tension, not a lot. Just moving the story along.
earthangel3: You think you're late reviewing? I'm so freakin' late updating. I'm so embarassed. I swore that I would never let this happen! -hides face-
Neko-Rinny: I bet your arm is better by now. Sorry for the really late update. I'm SO going to try harder. I've been so distracted with this new tv series
Calico Avangi: Hopefully I didn't piss you off too much for the late update. Can't tell you how sad I am about that. The mystery will be solved. Promise.
goddess iris: Yes, I know. Crime is not my thing. And it shows. But that's not really the point for me I guess. I didn't start out with the idea for the mystery. That was added later to make an actual plot. I know, excuses, excuses. Don't worry, I've now realized my strengths are NOT in this area of writing and am writing an original fic that is definitely more up my alley. All humor.
Cole's Lover: Yes they are adorable together.
halowing4: Thank you for the compliments. And I hope I haven't disappointed you too much with the late reply.
ladybard96: Thank you for the pacing compliments! That means a lot to me and I appreciate it. I'm an older sister as well, and could imagine what it would be like to be in Drake's sister's situation. I thought that giving Drake family support would be helpful for him to be more comfortable with himself. Here's the next chapter. Sorry about the really late update.
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Chapter 8:
"Do you think we were ever that annoying in high school?" asked JJ, cupping his chin in his hand while leaning against the passenger-side window, "I just don't remember our generation having that much attitude."
"School is just different these days, I guess," shrugged Drake as he pulled out of the parking lot, "Don't let those remarks get to you."
JJ snorted, "Easy for you to say. They didn't call YOU a fairy did they?"
"No, they didn't," agreed Drake, "But like I said, just forget about it."
"Do I really look that gay?"
Drake chose to stay silent. JJ was pushing him into a no win situation, he could smell it. If he answered yes, then he would surely be bitched at until they reached the next location on their list. If he answered no, then JJ wouldn't believe him anyways, say Drake was lying to be nice, and bitch at him until they reached their next location. Ironic really. Staring forward and keeping his mouth shut was the only option at the moment that appeared to be nag-free.
"Answer me, Drake."
"Uh... yes and no?"
"Never mind, you obviously don't care enough to give me feedback."
"Look, not many men, and women for that matter, have purple hair."
"It's all natural!"
"I know! Believe me, I've got undeniable proof! But not many other people think it's normal. It could be viewed as a protest or something."
"Leave me alone."
"You started it."
JJ stuck out his cherry tongue and squinted his sapphire eyes shut. Drake took the opportunity to roll his own honey eyes towards the roof of the car. Sometimes the little man could be the biggest pain in the ass, a pleasant pain in the ass mind you, but a pain all the same. Yet in the end, it didn't matter, he would love JJ, all of him, the good, the bad, and the ugly. Drake just thought he was getting a hell of a lot more ugly than his fair share.
The white and blue vehicle rolled along the suburban streets, coming to a halt now and then in front of a stop sign. It was a quiet part of the city, a wealthy part of the city, and it was all too familiar to JJ. This wasn't his neighborhood that he grew up in, but it could have been a carbon copy. The same pristine white houses, spaced apart evenly by perfectly square hedges. A black Lincoln or Lexus was parked in almost every other driveway. On the outside it seemed to be the ideal place to live, but only the residents knew of their own private hell hidden away from public eye.
"Disgusting," JJ whispered under his breath.
Drake didn't know exactly what JJ was referring to, and he hoped it wasn't himself, "What is?"
JJ turned to see a flicker of worry spark in Drake's eyes, "Heh, not you baby. This place. The whole ugly street, just like the one before it."
Personally, Drake thought it was a very nice neighborhood, so unlike the urban alleys which they currently lived, "I don't know. It's expensive yeah, but it's peaceful enough."
The passenger-side burst into laughter, "Are you kidding? Of course it's not peaceful."
"Just... just because your home life wasn't calm... doesn't mean that everyone else's wasn't," softly muttered Drake.
JJ reached out with his left hand and put it tenderly on Drake's right arm, looking him square in the eye, "No, Drake. I wasn't alone. I wasn't the only latch key kid, who didn't even know their own family. It was different with you. You wouldn't understand. Money changes people... there seems to be more gifts and less sincerity. It wasn't until... until you and Kallie that I really knew what I missed, and I missed a fucking lot. You... wouldn't understand."
Someone blasted their horn from behind them. Snapping back to reality, Drake floored the pedal to make up for lost time, "Okay, maybe I don't know. Jeez... JJ don't go all angsty on me."
JJ chuckled lightly, "Oh you don't know the half of it."
The second to last high school that Ryo had gave them, Oxfield High School, made its appearance as they turned around the last corner. The building was huge. Towering over the adjacent street, it stood three stories tall, significant and intimidating. The two officers were almost nervous as they stepped out of the squad car and made their way to the entrance. Everything about the place, from the perfect flower beds to the stain glass in lay, screamed prosperity.
"Wow," was the only thing that either could say.
The inside of the high school was just as grand and beautiful as the outside. The tile was brilliantly white and the walls were a pale yellow. Every door was made out of maple wood, and the crowded trophy cases were covered in plexy glass. It was obvious why Webber would choose this atmosphere to infiltrate. These students had the money to afford expensive drugs, and anything else they wanted.
Drake and JJ politely requested to speak to the principal, and after showing the secretary their badges, they were ushered in without delay. The conversation that followed was brief and uninformative. The uptight principal refused to acknowledge that there was a drug problem at all in this "nationally recognized and highly prestigious" school. She had never heard of John Webber, or she simply ignored that he was a factor.
"I find it highly insulting that you come and accuse my school of trafficking illegal substances," she huffed, "Now if you'd kindly leave, I have pressing matters to attend to."
"Ma'am, we're not accusing this school of anything. We're just trying to follow up on a few leads. We'd appreciate your cooperation-"
"That is all I have to say on the matter."
Her tone of voice made it painfully clear that the little chat was over. Frustrated and disappointed, Drake and JJ left with only a roster of the previous year's students.
"Fat lot of help that did," grumbled Drake as he fired up the engine and headed back towards the precinct.
"Well, at least we can say that we did whatever we could. I'll run the names through the computer and if we come up with nothing... that's tough. We'll try a new tactic," sighed JJ in a resigned sort of way.
"This whole assignment is just becoming one huge nightmare. We've got absolutely nothing after about two months. Fuck, do you think we're losing our touch, JJ?"
"Did you ever think... that maybe we sacrificed 'our touch' for something else?"
"Like what?"
"A little girl."
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JJ's feet were propped up on his desk as his computer breezed through the list of students from Oxfield High School. He was currently flipping through his check book, trying to determine where his paycheck had gone to that month. Why am I still coming up two hundred dollars short? Damn, damn, damn. So unfair... Ryo and his savings... I can't manage to make up for missing dollars. OH! Kallie went to the doctor again two weeks ago, so...
"Come up with anything yet?" Drake called from the office doorway.
"Well, nothing that's too interesting," comment JJ as he sat up in his chair and leaned over his computer, "Three of their students died last year, but none of them were busted for anything worse than pot."
"We can't win them all," Drake grinned before walking behind JJ's wooden chair and wrapping his muscular arms around his partner's neck.
JJ moaned softly when Drake started to nibble lightly under his ear. It had been a while since Drake had taken the initiative to show him affection at work. In fact, when he thought back, it had been a long time since they had shown passion for each other privately as well. Kallie had just taken up so much of their time that they were simply too tired to make out or make love anymore. JJ hadn't realized how much he missed it until Drake's hands brushed over tight chest.
The taller man took advantage of JJ's spinning chair and pulled him around none to gently to face his darkening hazel eyes. As Drake pulled his lover closer, one hand wrapped around the back of the silver haired head and caused JJ to instinctively grab onto Drake's hips. Without warning Drake brought JJ's face closer, smashing his mouth against his own. The pencil that was perched behind the smaller man's ear fell to the ground with a small clink but no one was around to hear it, and the only two in the room were too preoccupied to care. Drake forced JJ's mouth open and plunged his tongue inside, digging for his partner's tongue and then wrapping his around it over and over again once it had been located. His hand was moving as rapidly on the back of JJ's head as his tongue was inside his mouth. The blond's long fingers were twisting in the lavender locks, tugging and pulling at them trying to get a better grip.
Drake's other hand reached behind JJ's waist to pull his body closer, using so much force that the air in JJ's lungs was pushed out his nose, which was the only vacant passageway at the moment. The sitting man was quickly becoming dizzy from the surprise, the forcefulness of the action and the lack of oxygen in his body but he wanted more and his hands tightened their grip on Drake's shirt.
God, it's been so fucking long...
With JJ returning the kiss and holding onto him tighter, Drake moved his hand to the tie around the other officer's neck. He pulled gently at the knot and the cloth but instead of getting it untied, it refused to give, making Drake all the more frustrated. With the domineering hand softly yanking at his tie again and again, JJ's body jerked forwards with every tug then would ricochet backward, bumping their bodies together on every off-stroke of the tugging tie ribbons. When the knot finally gave way, JJ's body jerked away one last time before Drake pulled him back against him, wrapping his arm around his waist tightly and slamming their dicks together.
At this time, JJ was half sitting, half standing, clutching to Drake's shirt. With any more pull, it surely would have ripped in half down his back. Leaning his head back, JJ sucked in as much air as he could, trying to make sure he didn't pass out. Drake on the other hand, apparently didn't need oxygen as he made a dramatic move to nibble and lick the entire column of JJ's neck. He only paused when he caught the sharp intake of breath that the smaller man took when he ran his tongue gradually up JJ's ear.
"Fuck, Drake," JJ panted, confused but not necessarily upset, "Where the hell did that come from?"
"You're sexy, I couldn't resist," Drake shrugged while stroking JJ's lower back.
"This isn't because we haven't... uh..."
"No, it's not. It's not anybody's fault that we just haven't had the time to make love lately. We'll make room when things settle down a little."
"Seems like things aren't settling down at all," JJ smiled as he brushed up against Drake's crotch, "Damn, didn't realize how much I've been missing."
"Same here," Drake whispered huskily, "You're my drug JJ, and sadly I've been suffering withdrawal symptoms."
JJ grinned like a mad man, "If I'm an addictive substance, then we'd better make sure you don't... HEY!"
JJ sprung out of the chair like a rocket, pushing Drake to the side as he did so. He plastered his face to the computer monitor and madly scrolled down the page.
"JJ! What the fuck..."
"Look! Look!" JJ yelped excitedly, pointing at a student on the data report.
Drake, more than a little upset at his partner's sudden lack of interest at his advances, heaved a huge sigh before glancing down at the screen. Talk about ruining the mood... Somewhere amid the sea of last names that began with a "H", a special name stuck out because it was highlighted in red. Drake thought for a moment and then huffed, "What's the red stand for?"
"It means they're dead," JJ replied.
"Yeah? So..."
"No, no. Looked what the kid died OF."
"Overdosed on ecstasy," Drake read off, "What has that got to do with... oh hold on..."
"Yeah, now you're getting it! I'd bet you anything that the dealer was Webber. Finally, connection made!" JJ leaned back into his chair, satisfied with his find, "And it's all thanks to you. Let's go talk to the family to see if they know anything. I'll drag up the address from records, okay?"
"Fine, whatever," Drake sulked.
"Drake," JJ said in his warning tone, "Is there something else that you'd rather do?"
"Yes. I'd like to take this opportunity of Ryo and Dee's absence to bend you over your desk and fuck your brains out. I mean, the kid's dead. Not like that's gonna change soon, but I suppose this is the right thing to do..." Drake answered, and with a playful smack on JJ's ass he added, "So, the faster we get out of here, the faster we can go home."
JJ's face dead panned. Of all the... Fuck this! We're on duty, we have an obligation to the people, and here I am with a hard on and a horny boyfriend. Perfect. Just Perfect.
"I've got nothing to say to that," he said while attempting to appear unconcerned. He grabbed two jackets off the coat rack near the door, shrugged his on and threw the other to Drake. With his nose tilted in the air, JJ willed his jeans to loosen up so that he could concentrate on the simple act of walking. When this proved too difficult, he just stormed out of the room, not even waiting to see if Drake followed him or not.
The blond openly laughed while reaching for his car keys. He sure chooses the weirdest times to be moral. Tossing his keys, he caught them one handed and followed his lover. You can run, but you can't hide gorgeous.
A/N: Again sorry for the really really REALLY late update. I'm so ashamed I feel so bad.
It's okay if you flame me, I know I deserve it.