Disclaimer: I do not own FAKE, it was created by Sanami Matoh.

Author's note: Hi, all! I thought it would be refreshing to write another FAKE story, a chaptered one. Alright...this is one of the first drama cop fics I wrote when I usually write sweet fluff and romance. This is inspired from the manga and the Law and Order TV series. I do hope that this is worth reading. If I get some bits wrong...well...it's fanfiction, right? Anyway, please read and review.

Warnings: Shounen-ai (major theme, but not so much in this story, I should think), cliche plot and some OOC-ness

Lost in Suicide

Chapter One: The Beginning

Ryo observed the crime scene as he supervised. Taken place in a small apartment bedroom, the light-haired detective noted little blood splatter and a huge puddle of the crimson liquid pooling around the head of a deceased young Caucasian man who was now surrounded by paramedics. A Smith and Wesson pistol was still gripped tightly in his fist, with some traces of gunpowder on his fingers. An envelope addressed to several names was left beside him. Ryo felt his heart twist as the paramedics pronounced him dead, calling for one of the rookies to get a stretcher. The young man looked no older than twenty years, Ryo shook his head. A suicide case...he hated this kind of scenarios, especially when it involved young adults and teenagers.

'He was too young to die...'

"Hey, Ryo."

Drake entered the doorway, after the rookie disappeared. Ryo acknowledged his presence with a nod.

"Find anything else, Drake?" he inquired as he fingered his badge.

Drake pointed outside to the room, "Nothing unusual, we can't do anything else until the forensic unit arrives. But Dee is asking you to come outside, he's having trouble to coax any information from our witness."

"Really?"

"She's been refusing to speak. I suggest that you go and see for yourself. I'll stay in your post to make sure the unit arrives."

Ryo smiled appreciatively and patted his shoulder, "Thanks, Drake."

"Please, miss...you are an important link to this case. We have to clarify and confirm that this was a suicide case..."

Dee's patience was reaching to its end, but he couldn't bring himself to make the witness snap out of her misery, seeing the melancholy look on her face.

He and his partner, who were now boyfriends for three years going strong, had received a 911 call when an anonymous person called to report the sound of a gunshot in one of the units of an apartment block. When they entered the apartment, he went ahead first to find himself in the apartment bedroom. He found the young man dead and a young woman towering over him on her knees with blood on her fingers. He had immediately took her aside as he radioed for an ambulance and several police units to secure the crime scene before Ryo took over when Dee left the apartment with her. He had been talking and coaxing her but she still didn't say a word as she was wrapped in a blanket provided by another officer. She insistently shook her head each time Dee asked her to say something.

"Dee?"

"About time, babe," Dee grinned with gratitude before his expression turned sour, "I still can't get her to talk. Let's see whether you have better luck."

"I'll try, go and see Drake, I think the forensics have arrived."

"Alright, see ya later."

Ryo smiled and patted his shoulder when the taller man left. He walked closer to the young lady and sat down next to her. He took in what he saw. She too looked no older than twenty. Unlike the dead victim, she was an Asian. She had pale skin and deep hollow brown eyes that held a deep haunting look. Her black hair hung limply around her shoulders. She was slim and looked tall and he noticed that she was trembling.

"Miss? Are you alright?"

The Asian immediately spun her head when she was called. She was about to shift away until Ryo held her hand.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you, see," Ryo pulled out his police badge, "I'm a police officer, I just want you to tell me what happened."

Again she shook her head, her lips twitching.

"Miss, it's understandable you are shocked by what you've seen, but you have to provide us with information to put this as a suicide case."

She remained silent, her brown eyes observing the detective. Ryo was worried, what if she's dumb and couldn't understand English? She looked like she was a Chinese. Perhaps he could call a translator or something...

"Miss, can you tell me your name?" Ryo spoke slowly.

"It's Hu Tieh..." came the soft reply, "Hsiao Hu Tieh."

Ryo sighed with relief and amazement. She could understand him and her English was quite fluent. She was definitely Chinese, from the arrangement of her name.

"Why didn't you speak with my partner earlier, Miss Hsiao?"

"I can't tell any of you anything..." she whispered, her eyes brimming with tears, "This is a personal matter that can't be involved with the law."

"Nevertheless, the law has to find out what has caused this young man's suicide. You must a friend of his," Hu Tieh nodded slowly, not wanting to look into his dark eyes, "Miss?"

"You don't know what we've been through, sir," she said softly, her voice breaking, "I knew it would happen...if I..."

Hu Tieh's shoulders were trembling as she held a hand to cover her mouth to muffle her sobs. The tears spilt down her cheeks. Ryo gently shushed her and patted her back. That was how Dee found Ryo and the witness when he returned.

"What happened?" Dee asked with concern.

"She couldn't hold back," Ryo replied, still continuing to calm down the young woman.

"Come on," Dee squeezed his shoulder, "Let's go back to the station, we'll get more answers when we have some coffee in our brains."

To be continued...