Disclaimer: I don't own Fake, Sanami Matoh-sama does. Welcome to the wonderful world of FanFiction! It's addicting, get used to it.

Warning: Now it really goes without saying for a book about a guy who isn't sure and the Bi man that pursues him restlessly. Besides the main pairing is Drake and JJ so this fic DOES contain SHOUNEN-AI (meaning two guys Kissin' and Cuddlin'!) and possibly YAOI (meaning an explicit sex scene(s) between two guys).

Author's Note: sorry for the wait I had semester finals and I'm learning a new keyboard. In no way am I implying that by working in a real life WalMart will you be unhappy and die from rat poison in your coffee. Also I don't own The Princess Bride. And I still know nothing of New York.

Happy Reading!

Na

Three Packs a Day: Queer Revelations (that Defy All You Know)

Chapter 4: Dinner and Murder

Hanging up his jacket Drake followed JJ into the rather spacious apartment; there were two bedrooms, a large living room, and a kitchen/dining room. The whole apartment was painted in brilliant colors; the sitting room was a homey apple cinnamon color with blue furniture, the kitchen a vibrant green. Which is exactly where JJ led Drake; they sat at a small round table, which was covered in all the fixings for Spaghetti, and two glasses of a fine white wine.

There was very little talk over dinner, a comfortable silence that only males seemed to be able to pull off. This made Drake relax, and become quite content that he forgot cigarettes and his insomnia, he just enjoyed the finely cooked meal (much better than the instant food he was used to).

Moving into the living room with the bottle of wine between them Drake handed JJ the DVD he had brought, JJ accepted the film examining the front cover before he frowned, "I have never heard of the 'Princess Bride' is it good?"

"You've never seen the 'Princess Bride'? It's a classic! Neither female nor male could possibly dislike this film; it has everything, fighting, adventure, love, comedy… nothing beats this film!" exclaimed Drake.

JJ smiled and nodded figuring that if Drake could get so passionate about the description of the film that it simply had to be good. Rising from the sofa JJ turned on the TV and put the movie in, he returned to his seat (if not a bit closer to his partner) with the remote in hand.

A glass of wine was sipped down rather quickly much before Buttercup was kidnapped. With every passing second JJ slipped closer to Drake and Drake's eyes dropped. By the time the Screeching Eels came to pass the blonde was asleep in the crook of the blue eyed boy's arm. JJ sighed contently with a shimmer of hope as he avidly watched the entire film.

The silver haired detective sat content to hold his secret love long after the credits had rolled. It wasn't until the hours were nearing twelve that the young man felt he should 'rouse his sleeping partner, "Drake, Drake come on wake up, the movie is finished. It is almost midnight, Drake."

After a few more shakes Drake woke up with a grumble and a stretch, "More sleep please."

"If you would like you could sleep here," JJ suggested, Drake sobered a bit and nodded, "I'd offer you the guest room but it is being used for storage currently, we can share my bed or you can sleep on the sofa, whichever is fine."

Drake stood slowly and mumbled, "Bed." Almost tripping over the coffee table the blonde stumbled towards the hall that lead to the bedrooms. JJ hurriedly caught up with Drake and led him to the master bedroom.

While JJ set the alarm clock, his partner proceeded to undress to his boxers and lay upon the bed face up. The dragonfly turned and his breath hitched at the sight of a half naked Drake stretched across his sheets. Diverting his gaze JJ striped down to his own boxers and crawled into and lied down next to his partner with a quiet, "Goodnight." He flicked off the light.

"What no g'nigh' kiss?" came a muffled sleepy voice. JJ's eye shot wide and he turned to the expectant man beside him. He knew that Drake wasn't in his right mind all a result of fatigue and the wine, but how could JJ refuse. Sitting up a bit JJ leaned down and kissed Drake's soft lips. He planned for the kiss to be nothing more than a simple goodnight kiss between friends, but was surprised to feel Drake's mouth open and his tongue snaked out and slipped into the dragonfly's mouth. JJ froze for a second, until he heard a low whimper of complaint and want. That was when JJ gave in and his own tongue moved against the one that was caressing his mouth. Drake pulled his partner down on top of him and began to run his fingers up and down JJ's sides. With a moan the silvery-purple haired man pressed down into the man below him, with more urgency JJ angled Drake's head pushing his tongue into the blonde's mouth. Drake moaned and griped at the lithe man above him. Blue eyes widened as the distinct taste of alcohol came to him, slowly he pulled back feeling guilty about making out with a half drunk and asleep straight man.

Drake protested again, leaning down once more JJ placed a brief kiss on the blonde's lips before whispering, "Goodnight Drake." The younger detective rolled to the side and let Drake pull him close seconds before it was painfully obvious that the older detective was asleep. JJ sighed and snuggled close to his partner. He was beginning to think that his partner was suffering from more than nicotine deprivation, but perhaps also insomnia. Which sadly did not explain why a falling tree… er… lamp post wouldn't wake the blonde. And with those lingering thoughts the dragonfly drifted to sleep.

The alarm clock rang promptly at eleven rousing a mop of silver hair, the man stretched with a large yawn, before turning towards his partner and shaking him gently. Drake scrunched his nose a bit before blinking his eyes open, "G'morning JJ."

"Morning Drake," replied JJ, getting out of bed and quickly getting dressed in a fresh suit, with all his buttons buttoned and the brightly colored tie snug against his neck. Turning around blue eyes watch the other man button almost all his buttons and slipping a loose tie around his neck. Steely grey eyes looked up into blue and smiled. JJ realized than that the dark circles under Drake's eyes (which JJ never seemed to notice until now) were greatly lighter in color if not completely gone.

The blonde smiled sheepishly, "Thanks JJ, and I'm sorry that I fell asleep. And sorry if I did anything that you didn't want me to do, I haven't been getting much sleep lately and the alcohol probably didn't help at all. I remember kissing you and than falling asleep, which I suppose is rather rude, but it must have been a good kiss if I slept so good." Parker chuckled. JJ smiled inwardly was happy that his partner didn't apologize for the kiss, but was unsettled by the laugh.

"We should be going," replied the dragonfly. Drake nodded and the two headed out the door with out a second thought for coffee or gum (although there were a few packs in the car and the office).

The seemingly good day was shattered the second the two partners stepped off the stairs unto the forth floor. Ryo was awaiting their arrival with a long face, "Hey guys."

"Hey Ryo, we aren't late are we? We have the noon shift, right?" asked Drake.

Ryo shook his head, "No, it would seem that you have a serial."

"There is another body?" exclaimed JJ.

"Two," replied Ryo, handing Drake a couple folders before leaving the two detectives with the photos of a dead female and another male.

Entering their office, the frustrated blonde threw down the folders and let JJ hand him a piece of gum and sort out the files. JJ smiled, "At least we have the report from the lab, our lab. The female died behind the counter of the WalMart cosmetics department, and the male died at home with his wife as witness. It would seem that the couple had gone to get coffee at their favorite coffee shop, and that was all they had done for the day. The girlfriend thought that he had a stroke, and did as she always has done called 911, says here that the victim had a history of stroke. Both victims died of rat poison at different times."

"That's great, just great. WalMart now these murders are definitely in the public's eye. So what are the connections between the three?" grumbled Drake.

Nimble fingers arranged the series of photos and written reports across the two desks. The two detectives looked over everything; glanced at every picture, skimmed every witness report (all eighteen WalMart customers), and doubled checked any and every little side note.

"It would seem that besides coffee, there is nothing that Mr. Langley, Sharon Kost and Dominic Gregory have nothing in common," proclaimed JJ.

Grey eyes smiled, "Not exactly JJ, it would seem that the males enjoy their coffee at the Diner on the Corner and all three live within a mile radius of the Diner.

Words were not needed, as the two detectives scrambled out their office and down the four flights of stairs it seemed that no time passed before they were in the car and headed for the Diner. Grey buildings passed by in a blur, both detectives figuring that their case would be closed perhaps a male manager didn't know how to use D-con or did and that was the problem.

A wide manner of these thoughts spun their webs of speculation in the minds of Drake Parker and Jemmy J Adams as the entered the quiet, but bustling Diner. Approaching the counter, holding out their badges, they asked to speak to the manager. They were quickly shown to the back room and the office of Mr. Hanley.

"Mr. Hanley we would like to ask you a few questions about a series of serial murders occurring in the area," asked Drake watching the manager carefully for any signs of a guilty conscious.

Mr. Hanley nodded, "May I ask why you believe that my diner has anything to do with these murders?"

JJ quickly flipped through the case file for the photos of the three victims and slid them across the table. It took the manager a moment to look at all three photos his face paled with each passing flick of the wrist switching the photos. Abruptly Mr. Hanley stood up and turned toward a shelf that held a collection of binders. Making quick work he selected a maroon binder, and sat back down.

"This is a book of our coffee drinking patrons," said the manager as he turned the pages of the book of many smiling faces holding coffee mug. He stopped at the page with a smiling brunette wearing a WalMart vest her quote was "WalMart is hectic coffee is the sedative." The woman was Sharon Kost. The manager flipped over a few pages to Jason Langly "Work is hard the Diner is a give in." The next page belonged to Dominic Gregory his quote read, "I brought my girlfriend here her first time; with a mug in hand I proposed and now she is my wife."

JJ and Drake looked shocked almost, blue eyes met Mr. Hanley's, "Why would you have a book like this?" the solemn manager flipped to the front of the book a picture of an old man in the center of a collection of newspaper photos and small articles. The next page read: George Miller watched as the first brick was laid in 1950. He was the first man to walk through the door and sample our coffee. From that moment on he was hooked. He was often heard mumbling that, the devout coffee drinkers of the Diner on the Corner should receive an award. Well George here you are. In Loving Memory of George Miller July 16, 1919 to March 11, 2003 Let the Coffee Drinkers of New York Unite in His Name.

The two detectives smiled at the sentiment that the maroon binder held, but that soon faded as the realization dawned on them; the way the investigation was going someone was trying to destroy the memory of George Miller.

"Does the Diner or even George Miller have any known enemies that might be responsible?" asked Drake.

The manager laughed, "George? Only the Devil himself, George was a saint, god rest his soul. As for the Diner the only thing would be coffee haters, but that is no reason to murder."

Drake nodded while taking notes, "Do you have any D-con in the building?"

"If we had any rats we would use traps not rat poison," replied Mr. Hanley.

"Do you know about what time the victims came into the Diner?" questioned Drake looking up into the other mans eyes.

Mr. Hanley rubbed the back of his neck obviously thinking, "I believe Mr. Gregory and his wife come in right as the early bird ends, but the other two are early birds."

"Thank you Mr. Hanley, if at all possible could we take a look around the kitchen and storage area as well as take a sample of your coffee?" asked Drake as he stood and offered his hand to the Diner Manager.

JJ stood as well, "Could we also take your coffee drinkers book for reference if the killer strikes again?"

"Yes, yes of course whatever it takes," replied the manager, handing JJ the maroon binder. The detectives nodded and left the office. JJ made a bee line for the coffee pots. While Drake slowly looked around the floor and looking through any storage space for D-con, but no yellow packages.

The detectives met at the door, exchanging a look they both left to get back to the old precinct. The blonde was stiff behind the wheel mind set on the case, and eyes stuck on the road ahead as he leisurely brought them back to the precinct.

Blue eyes scanned the case files paying attention to all the minute details. As he was scanning the tox-levels of Dominic Gregory's stomach and comparing them to the other two he noticed that he had about twice as much D-con in his system as the other two.

"Drake look!" JJ exclaimed his partner turned towards him, "well not literally, just listen. The poison in Mr. Gregory is about double that of the other two victims. It seems he died before his week of poisoning was finished. I bet that today marked a week but thanks to his ill health of history of stroke sped up the poisoning."

"Well we know that the killer had to know their victims enough to be able to slip poison into the vic's coffee but not enough to know them personally to such detail," replied Drake as they pulled into the parking lot of the old two seven.

Entering the heated building just as big sticky snowflakes began to fall; it looked like that in early December if the weather held there would be a white Christmas.

Stopping quickly by the break room the partners got their first cup of coffee for the day. The detectives then walked up to the second floor, weaving through varying obstacles they made their way towards the lab drop off. The lab was always busy during this time of year. The holidays were a time of giving and of stabbing friends in the back for the last model of the latest toy, quite literally. With an exasperated sigh the detectives dropped off their coffee sample. They could only hope that the coffee would be grouped with their first sample and that the two would be processed before the week was out.

The door to the office of Ryo, Dee, JJ, and Drake closed behind the silver-haired dragonfly, as the two detectives fell into the chairs behind their desks. The other two occupants glanced over. Ryo cleared his throat, "We got you the use of the whiteboard so you can organize your thoughts in one place."

A blonde head, and a silvery-lilac head nodded as their hands quickly spread out the case files on their desks. Slowly the two worked through each sheet of paper and every note putting all the information on the whiteboard. Every similarity between all three victims was written in red, green was for the connections of only two, and purple marked the singulars.

The clock struck four when they had written every needed detail on the board. Deciding that they needed a break Drake and JJ organized their desks planning to head out and get an early dinner. Drake stood up and stretched popping a few bones in his back, grabbing his jacket he headed for the door. The blonde paused when he smelled the strong aroma of Chinese food. Looking around, JJ was the one to find that by the door was a brown bag of Chinese for two and a note from Dee saying that Ryo insisted that they bought dinner for Drake and JJ and to enjoy their date.

Throwing his jacket down, the grey-eyed man reclined in his chair with his feet on the desk and a container of beef and broccoli in his hands. JJ was in a similar state with his own container of Lo Mein, he picked at the plate of pepper chicken between the two desks.

"What about Ms. Gregory? Perhaps she should get tested for rat poison," whispered blue-eyes as they looked into grey.

Drake thought a moment and then shook his head, "No I don't think so, it said in the witness report that she had been drinking black tea as always."

"But just in case-"

JJ was cut off as Rose walked into their office, "You two just received a fax from upstate, and you have another victim. Oh and just so you know your case is on the news." Leaving the files on the edge of JJ's desk, he quickly left. Glancing out their window the detectives realized that it was quitting time for Berkley and he was trying to beat the worst of the snowstorm.

Thin fingers reached for the folder on the latest victim flipping open the file JJ sighed, "Ms. Emily Gregory died at the funeral home while discussing funeral plans for her recently deceased husband Dominic Gregory. Well I suppose we're too late."

Grey-eyes gazed up at his partner from the fax he was reading, "So was her black tea poisoned, if she didn't drink coffee?"

"I don't know, the lab report hasn't come back yet."

The blonde frowned, "After seeing the news report the Buffalo police faxed us the report of a couple from Warsaw who after were reported not seen for over a month and a half at the very least. The police broke into the abandoned house to find the couple in a large second freezer in the garage. Tests confirm they died of D-con in late September early October."

Author's Note: So was it good or bad give me your opinion please, either way one thinks is fine, Merci!

Na