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: I don't own Draino. And I still know nothing of New York. The chapter title won't make sense till the end.

Happy Reading!

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

Chapter 6: I Love You

Their two days were long since up and now a week later they were staring at a desk full of evidence, and no warrant. Their coffee samples came back ones from the construction site, the Diner on the Corner, WalMart break lounge, private homes and everything came up clean.

Looking at their nine victims; including the twins that drank double shot espresso, Raphael and Gabriel Angello that died yesterday. They could see that the killer seemed to have no prejudice. The twins were young black men, Lane Darling a Korean married to an American, the Gregory's a young married couple, The Abraham's married forty-two years, retired military and Ana was a Russian-American. The only type of people who hadn't been murdered was children.

So here they were, JJ and Drake pouring over all they had looking for any type of connection, and finding none. Blue eyes suddenly brightened, "Drake-senpai!"

"What did you find?" ask Drake as he moved around the desk to look over JJ's shoulder.

"High levels of estrogen were found in the unknown male hair," proudly stated the younger detective.

Drake stood straight and paced a few steps, "So we are looking for a hermaphrodite, someone who has gone through sexual reassignment, or a transsexual."

"Looks like it, too bad we can't go to a hospital and ask for this information," replied the silvery-blue haired detective.

Drake growled and flopped back into his chair, the phone rang and Drake just waved it off, so JJ picked it up, "Detective Jemmy J Adams," the younger listen for a moment before replying, "No sir I understand, thank you."

"Bad news?" asked the blond.

"That was the judge," replied JJ letting his head fall on top a pile of crime scene photos, "After reviewing our case, the same last name is not enough evidence for a warrant."

"Damn," the blond cursed, "we could always go ask Ms. Abraham for her cooperation."

Blue eyes nodded at least it would be a change of scenery. Getting up off his desk, JJ and his partner grabbed their jackets and left the old building. Getting into the cold car, the blond tried to drive without touching the steering wheel very much, cursing the cold weather all the way to the apartment of Lindsey Nicole.

Now that they stood in the semi-familiar hallway faced with the same hallow brown door, they noticed that the blinking light fixture was simply burned out now. The elder detective was about to knock on the door when it suddenly opened.

The tall lanky blond in the doorway yelped at the sight of the detectives and jumped back, a hand on her heart, "Jeez detectives, you scared me. Can I help you with anything? I am in a hurry though a have to go to class soon."

"We won't keep you long we were just wondering if you minded us looking around your apartment. We are checking coffee samples from everyone that was linked to a victim," stated JJ.

Lindsey calmed considerably and smiled, "Well I hate to tell you but I don't drink coffee myself, I can't stand that bitter taste. But you are welcome to look around my apartment anyways, just lock the door when you're done."

The woman took a step forward as if to leave, but Drake was still in the way. Grey eyes studied her for a moment, "Is there any way we could also get a DNA sample, as well?"

Green eyes seemed too calm as the woman stood straighter and her smile seemed to morph into a smirk for a brief moment, "Well, no, I don't mind as long as it doesn't take long."

"Only a sec," replied JJ opening their small evidence collecting kit. He put on a pair of latex gloves and removed a swab from its wrapper. Motioning for the girl to open her mouth he swabbed her left cheek and placed the swab in the plastic tube that Drake held out for him. Securing the lid, the tube was slid into an evidence bag, that back into the kit.

"Well I got to go or I'll be late for my class, don't make a mess and don't forget to lock the door," said Lindsey quickly squeezing by Drake and rushing down the hall.

The two detectives looked at each other and then the open door, then back to each other. "Did that seem too easy to you?" asked Drake as he slipped on his own pair of latex gloves.

"Yes it did, now remind me why we didn't get a forensic unit to do this? I mean it is their job," replied the lilac haired detective as he stepped into the apartment. Looking around he noticed that it was rather small, smaller than Drake's apartment even. There was a small living room/kitchenette and two other doors presumably a bedroom and a bathroom.

Opening cupboards in the kitchenette grey eyes scanned, moving around bottles of cleaning solution, "Well we don't have a warrant, and they are on the other side of town."

The Californian opened the first door which was a bathroom and looked around. Under the sink were a plunger, and a bottle of powdered Draino which was strange since her sink was half filled with mucky grey water. So JJ picked up the bottle of Draino and opened it; the bottle was about half full with the blue powder. Shrugging it off the silvery-blue haired detective put down the bottle and looked in the medicine cabinet, which was pretty bare.

The two detectives met by the door and looked at each other, "Nothing in the kitchen or bedroom, and you?"

"A clogged drain and a half bottle of Draino under the sink. How did you do two rooms so fast?" replied JJ.

Drake shrugged, "Her bedroom consists of a mattress on the floor and a portable clothes rack." Locking the door the two detectives picked up the evidence kit and walked back to the car.

Walking into the precinct the dragonfly turned towards his partner, "So what now?"

"How about pizza?" asked the blond stepping onto the stairs.

Once more the two were stopped by the ever cheerful blond, Janet, "Hey you two, the chief wants to see you guys."

"What happened now, half of New York was poisoned?" sarcastically asked the tired Californian.

Janet shrugged, "You're going to have to go talk to him about it."

With that the friends made their way up the stairs as snail like as possible. Drake looked at his sullen partner and joked, "Well at least I don't have to sleep on your sofa anymore I think the metal bars would kill me right now."

Stepping onto the fourth floor JJ chuckled, "Well, I am sorry that I did not know that the cushions slipped and you would be sleeping on the metal frame of the pull out bed."

The blond knocked on the chief's door and smiled at his partner, "Don't worry about it, it was only three nights till we figured it was a sofa error and not my sleeping habits." With that said he pushed open the door to Chief Smith's office.

They hadn't even had two feet in the door when the chief yelled, "I can't believe you two! You have some explaining to do!"

"Hey chief what are you talking about?" asked JJ, closing the door behind him.

"I got a call from a doctor today, who said one of his patients received his blood test results back, and there was a low concentration of whatever chemical you were looking for. The man went through all these things to remove the poison, and I couldn't find you two! I send out a beat cop to question the man, and now he's on an airplane and won't be back till new years!" screamed the irate man, handing Drake a yellow slip of paper.

"Well we were out working on the case," replied Drake scratching the back of his head as he read the notes taken by the beat cops aloud, "Jean Ehl Age: 43 Drinks Coffee." With an exasperated sigh Drake cursed beat cops before tuning back into the rant directed at him and his partner.

"Do you consider searching witness' homes with out a warrant, not to mention collecting forensic evidence without a forensic unit or a warrant? And let us not forget that this pending warrant was turned down by the judge, just today!" The balding man glared at the two men who were currently looking at each other trying to figure out how their superior found out.

JJ took attentive step forward, "Well we didn't actually do anything illegal. We asked her and she gave us permission without asking to see a warrant."

"Than why did she call? I mean it is not like you are Dee, with all his screw ups" screeched the elder man!

"Oh… well…um… are we being reported?" stammered the elder detective.

"No."

"Then why are you yelling!" retorted Drake putting his hands on the desk between him and the chief.

"Because you ingrates haven't caught this bastard yet he has caused twenty deaths all ready!" the younger detective grabbed Drake's arm and began to drag him out of the door, "and where do you think you're going?"

"Well you see our shift has ended, and we have been working on our last few days off. If anything comes up just call my cell phone, okay chief bye now," said JJ as he left the room.

The pale lithe hand did not let go of his partner until they had dropped off the DNA sample on the second floor. Taking out his cell phone JJ dialed the Pizzeria and than looked at his friend, "Pepperoni and Mushrooms okay?" Drake nodded and watched his partner order the pizza.

The two headed down another flight of stairs walking by Janet again, "Hey Drake you have a phone call!"

Looking at the woman holding out the phone Drake sighed, "Why do you have a call for me?"

"Well she didn't have your extension. So are you going to talk to your girlfriend or not?" replied Janet.

Blue eyes saddened as they looked towards the confused grey eyes and watched the man take the phone from the blond desk girl.

Jemmy J listened as his partner went from confused to recognition and then proceeded to say that his building had been evacuated temporarily. As the conversation continued, blue eyes watched as Drake became frustrated and than began to explain he had a huge case and that he was working Christmas. JJ was surprised to hear the blond growl his consent. And slowly give the female JJ's phone and address, before hanging up.

"Drake-senpai! I can't believe you gave a girl my number!" whined JJ.

Detective Parker looked between the expectant Janet and the pouting JJ and smirked, "I'm sorry JJ you know she is really persuasive, see my sister said she would post my baby pictures at the precinct if I didn't allow them to come spend Christmas in the city. And since you did say, Jemmy J, that you would come to visit my family, I figured you wouldn't mind."

Suddenly everyone was smiling, the young detective because Drake didn't have a girlfriend, and Janet for the same reason.

"Well Drake I have to work that night too, maybe we could do something the 26th together?" asked the illustrious desk girl.

"Sorry Janet but I already have a date, but Ted is currently single and I know you'd prefer to go on a date with him than me," Drake chuckled with a wink aimed at the girl before turning towards the door, "come on JJ we have a pizza to pick up."

The two partners headed out the door, and to the car. The young Detective Adams was especially quiet on the way to the pizzeria and than back to the apartment. Placing the pizza on the coffee table the blond looked at his dejected friend as he sluggishly removed his jacket and shoes.

Thinking for a moment and going over everything that happened right before JJ got depressed, Drake smiled, "You know JJ, I'm not looking forward to seeing my family but I can't wait for the 26th sleeping in late and than eating leftover Christmas cookies with you beats going out with any girl."

Hope sparked in the sad blue eyes, "You really mean it Drake?"

"Of course, I only said that because I didn't want to go out with Janet, even if I did Ted would shoot me," chuckled Parker as he sat on the sofa and opened the pizza box, "now stop moping and eat some dinner."

Grabbing a slice of the pizza, JJ sat next to his partner. Blue eyes watched Drake deftly eat his pizza slice his mind far from the here and now, "Drake is something wrong?"

The automated response was a soft, "No," than Drake shook his head and looked at his flat mate, "no, I was just trying to figure how we are going to fit seven extra people in here, not to mention I can't cook a turkey, and then there is my niece Briar I feel sorry for her, stuck in a tiny apartment with a bunch of adults and her brothers."

Blue eye scanned the apartment for a moment, before closing as the young detective thought. The obvious answer to part of the problem, "There is always the fold out sofa, once we actually get it pulled out, and I have a cot that we could put almost anywhere."

"Yeah and I know the boys will bring sleeping bags and will camp out on the floor. So we need an extra bed for my parents and a meal," said Drake leaning into the sofa with another piece of pizza.

"My mom sent home baked gingerbread men, picking up a couple bottles of wine and sparkling cider for the kids, and I can make a salad."

"I can make mashed potatoes, asparagus, and hollandaise sauce, and my family should be bringing dessert."

"We could barrow Marty's Pick-up truck and bring your bed or at least the mattress and put it in the spare room, and all the boxes in the spare room can go in your apartment. And doesn't your neighbor have a fifteen-year-old granddaughter? We could invite them, but than there would be ten people."

"Bring my table over as well," shrugged Drake picking up one of the last two slices of pizzas, "that is a good idea JJ, I'll call them now." Putting down the half eaten slice of pizza, the blond paused and looked around.

Small hands held out the slip of paper the elder was looking for. Blue eyes watched his partner retrieve the phone and dial the number. Drake started talking about their already made Christmas plans, after he finished with the pleasantries. As the conversation continued grey eyes lit up and his smile grew.

Exchanging a few more pleasantries Drake hung up the phone and turned to his friend, who currently was munching on the last slice of pizza, "They said they would be delighted to come, and will be here with a precooked turkey and stuffing, that we would just have to reheat. They'll be coming by around noon, on the 25th."

"That is great, Drake. Perhaps we should prepare food a day early as well so we won't be cooking all morning,"

Drake nodded and both men turned back to their slices of pizza. Once the pizza was finished, and it was dubbed that the only thing on television were sappy Christmas movies. The two detectives shuffled to the master bedroom to sleep. Since the sofa was deemed a few days ago unfit to sleep on Drake started sharing a bed with JJ.

Green numbers on the bedside alarm clock came into a blurry focus as grey eyes opened. It was 05:10 in the morning and JJ's cell phone was ringing in some odd bell pattern. Hitting the talk button, Drake put the phone to his ear, "Parker."

"Drake? What are you doing on JJ's cell?" replied the familiar voice.

"Rose? I told you that my building was evacuated and I'm staying at JJ's place. Now what do you want at this hour?" replied the half asleep blond.

Rose sighed, "Your Coffee Killer struck again, we need you two at the crime scene ASAP, and Drake… it was a kid."

At those words Drake Parker was wide awake, he quickly sat up which 'roused his partner that had previously been asleep a top him, "Where Rose?"

"The Diner on the Corner."

The Diner on the Corner, for little over five decades it had never been closed a day, until today. With the scream of Lydi O'Conner promptly at 04:30 the doors were closed, no one was allowed to leave, and the police were called. Because sixteen-year-old patron; Ace Pearson was murdered. Nearly an hour later arrived the two detective assigned to the case.

At the time of death their was only five people in the diner, Lindsey Nicole Abraham and Lydi O'Conner the two Early bird waitresses, the Early bird cook Sean O'Conner, Jason Marcson the friend of the deceased, and the victim Ace Pearson. Now the restaurant was swarming with cops; forensics was yelling at Mr. O'Conner for washing dishes, EMTs were reviving Ms. O'Conner from her third fainting spell, the manager was freaking out, and the remaining two were in various states of shock.

"So what happened here?" asked Detective Jemmy J Adams standing next to Rose who was looking at the young body that lay curled over on the floor.

Rose pushed he glasses up, and replied, "The victim, sixteen-year-old Ace Pearson and his friend entered the diner at four o'clock. Mr. Pearson ordered a danish and a cup of coffee. His friend got up to use the bathroom and while he was away the waitress Lydi O'Conner came with the check when the vic was not responding she nudged him and the vic fell limply towards Ms. O'Conner. A Ms. Abraham called 911."

"What were a couple sixteen-year-olds doing at this time?" asked Drake Parker.

"I can answer that sir," said a dark haired teen who was sitting on the counter behind the detectives, "we had a cross country meet three hours away. But we are usually here before school, during cross country season we are here at five since we have before school practice."

The detectives' nodded grey eyes scanned the teen, "Did you drink coffee as well?"

"No, I always drink milk with my breakfast here. But Ace is a total coffee addict," replied Jason Marcson.

JJ sighed, "I was afraid of that."

Jason hopped off of the counter and took two steps forward before looking at the body of his friend and pausing, fear in his eyes. Swallowing hard the boy held out a video camera, "I was filming for a class 'A Day in the Life of a Cross Country Star'. I have the whole morning on tape, right until Lydi screamed. You can have it if it will help, umm… just if you could write my teacher a note explaining why I don't have my project, I would appreciate it."

"He was a good friend?" asked Rose.

Jason fidgeted for a moment averting his eyes, "Ever since I was in kindergarten."

"Ace was your boyfriend," stated JJ when the boy nodded the detective looked at Rose, "the psychiatrist is here right?"

Berkley answered, "Talking to Ms. O'Conner right now."

"Send her to talk to Jason when she is done, about the teachers note," replied the lilac haired man before turning to the boy, taking the camera out of his hands and putting it in Drake's hand, "Come on Jason, I know exactly how you feel, why don't we go talk over there."

The commander and remaining detective watched as the two moved to the far corner before they looked at the camera. Rewinding the tape in the camera, Drake flipped open the viewing screen and fast forward the film until the boys entered the diner.

They watched as the boys sat in a booth and gave their order to Lydi. The boys sat in a perfect spot right in front of the coffee machine. Lindsey started to fill her own order for six coffees and when Lydi came over the bleach blonde said she would make the coffee filling a seventh cup. With her back to the camera the detectives could only guess that she was adding cream and sugar. Their suspicions were confirmed when she placed what looked like a sugar bowl and spoon on the counter within view. Placing Ace's coffee on the counter (where one could eat if they chose). She walked away with a tray of coffee. Suddenly three men paused in front of the cup of coffee. A small guy who stood behind his friends seemed to be chatting with the cook. Once they left Lydi returned and served the boys their food. The two boys ate and spoke about normal teenage things for some time before Lydi took away the dirty dishes and Jason got up to go to the bathroom. Ace just sat there, the only movement he made was his right hand slipping from the table top. Lydi returned check in hand, "Here you go sir," she placed the check on the table, "sir? Sir are you all right?" She nudged his shoulder, he fell, she screamed. Jason returned wide eyed in shock, until he saw the silly camera was still recording. The screen moved around a bit and went black. The last thing heard on the blank screen was a sob, "Ace don't die, I love you."

Author's Note: So by now you have read about the murderer so I would like to hear your guesses as to whom it is, and how they do it. I think it is obvious and if it is I apologize, but trust me, I've got a good couple twist. So was it good or bad give me your opinion please, either way one thinks is fine, Merci!

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