Hello everyone! Welcome to the next part of The Yuuri's Files! This week, we continue with the episode 1, and we finish the first episode next week with a small epilogue. I decided to cut short the chapters, so I can update often. And every episode will be around 2-4 episodes, depending on what we're dealing with.

I hope you guys keep liking this story!

As always, English isn't my first language, and this piece was unbeta'ed.

Enjoy!

Episode 1. The Plisetsky Monster. Pt. II

(…) As a result of the traumatic events, and by recommendation of Dr. Mila Babicheva, consultant of the F.B.I., Yuri and Nikolai Plisetsky were taken to the California Hospital Center, where more tests about his mental and physical condition would be conducted. Mr. Plisetsky remained by his grandson's side, and Officer Pineda was assigned to them.

The evidence found in the Plisetsky household was secured by Chief Medical Examiner Phichit Chulanont and his team of experts. (…)

The paramedic bandaged Yuuri's arm, and when she offered to take him to the hospital, he refused. Instead, he and Victor booked a bedroom in the nearest motel and gave the evidence that Victor found to one of Phichit's team members.

"Vitya! I'm glad you called me!" A redhead woman exclaimed, earning the confused looks of the officers and examiners.

"Thanks for coming, Mila, follow me, please." Victor led her to the entrance of the Plisetsky residence, where Yuuri was leaning against the wall, with his eyes closed. "Hey, Yuuri, this is Dr. Mila Babicheva. She's a psychiatrist and her focus are kids and teenagers victims of domestic violence. I called her while the paramedic was patching you up, and she agreed to help us."

"Thank you for coming, Dr. Babicheva," Yuuri extended his hand, and Mila shook it. "I'm Agent Katsuki."

"The infamous Katsuki! I've heard a lot about you, all good things. And please, Yuuri, call me Mila."

A pretty shade of pink crept on his face and he smiled nervously. "Okay, Mila," he cleared his throat, "It would be good if you help us understand Yuri. You see, he presents evidence of abuse, and something else popped up while Victor was investigating the house, but we can discuss it yet. We need to know what he saw before we got here. But it's impossible to talk with him when Nikolai Plisetsky is around."

"Don't worry, Yuuri. I have experience with teenagers like him. Just let me take him to the hospital where I work. I can conduct some tests and talk to him in private."

"Thank you, Mila."

The doctor approached the Plisetsky men, and Nikolai accepted her offer, arguing that his grandson needed to be as far from that house as possible.

"Yuuri, do you have a moment?" Phichit tapped Yuuri's car window. He was ready to leave the scene but waited for Victor to give the last instructions to the officers that would secure the scene.

"Not now, Phichit," Katsuki already knew what this conversation was about, and he dreaded it. Although Phichit was one of his friends in the bureau, there were some matters that he rather not to tell him.

"Yuuri, you need to inform this incident, describe it exactly as it happened in your report," Phichit told Yuuri, obvious of his clear discomfort.

"I appreciate the concern, Phichit, but you know what they say, some things are better left alone." Yuuri shrugged off, and Phichit frowned.

"If that's what you want, then I'll see you tomorrow."

Victor climbed into the car moments later, wearing the same tired expression as Yuuri. "Ready to go?"

"Please."

Ooooo

The short trip from the Plisetsky Residence to the motel was tense. Victor, out of habit, tapped his fingers on the wheel and hummed a song while Yuuri kept his eyes fixed out the window.

When they arrived at the hotel, Victor checked them in while Yuuri carried their small suitcases to their bedroom. Two beds and a bathroom was all they needed to have a decent night of sleep.

"Yuuri, talk to me," Victor said when he found Yuuri curled in the bed, with his back to the door. "Yuuri, you're my partner, let me help you." Yuuri shook his head and used his pillow to cover his head. "This won't work unless you change your attitude."

"You can always quit, Victor," came Yuuri's muffled reply, which caught Victor off guard. Without another word, Victor took his phone and stepped out the room.

Yuuri cursed under his breath. Victor had been the most understanding partner he had ever had, and it was funny, considering how he viewed him as a legend and an inspiration at the beginning of his career. And now that he had the chance to work side by side with the famous Nikiforov, well, he didn't know how to react most of the time.

On the other side of the door, Victor was sitting on the cold concrete, resting his head against his drawn up knees. His phone rang, and he fought the urge to throw it off when he saw the caller.

"Good night, boss. How are you today?"

"Victor, this is not a cordial call and you know it well. What happened with Katsuki?"

"I'm not sure what you mean, Yakov."

"Agent Feltsman, Victor. And don't play dumb with me. Dr. Chulanont told me everything."

"Look, I know Yuuri is not the most conventional agent on the field, but he's a gem. You have seen it yourself. And he's my partner, and partners watch each other's backs. If you want to know anything about him, ask him, not me."

"Vitya…"

"Agent Nikiforov, please, I'm on duty. I'll call you tomorrow. Goodnight, Feltsman." Before Yakov could say anything, Victor ended the call, releasing a long sigh.

Before him, Yuuri didn't have a good relationship with his partners. Yuuri was always kind and gentle, and never took credit for achievements that weren't his, but his opinions about the world, and the times he got immersed in something paranormal, was a problem for his past partners, and being "promoted" to the X Files was almost like a professional death. But, Victor was fascinated by all of this.

Also, it may be because of certain occurrence during last year's banquet, but that's a tale for another day.

Ooooo

(…) After the test conducted by Dr. Mila Babicheva, we can conclude that Yuri Plisetsky is victim of domestic abuse. His records of past visits to the hospital shows that his most common injuries were bruises, cuts, and on an occasion, a contusion and a broken rib. The person who signed his papers were his grandfather, Nikolai Plisetsky, which leads us to believe that he might be the aggressor. However, his psychological tests revealed us a different story (...)

"Good morning, Mila," Victor greeted the redhead doctor with a peck on the cheek, and Yuuri felt slightly annoyed. They hadn't talked since their discussion, and he believed Victor would quit I'm the first chance he got, but when he woke up, he found him reviewing the files of their current cast, confusing the younger agent further.

"Vitya, Yuuri, thanks for coming. I finally talk to him yesterday. And the results were interesting." Victor and Yuuri took a seat in front of Mila and observed her attentively and she explained herself. "As Yuuri had inferred, Yuri is a victim of psychological and physical abuse, being the first the most notorious."

"I knew it!" Yuuri exclaimed, and by instinct, Victor placed his hand on Yuuri's forearm.

"Not so fast, Katsuki. Your theory was good, but there's something else. It was the mother who inflicted the abuse upon her son." The detectives were quiet for a moment, digesting Mila's words. "A woman in power can have certain conflicts that make her react in an unexpected and strange way. I can say more about her, I don't have the chance to examine her, but according to her son's words, Yulia was quite the case."

Victor put his index finger to his lips out of habit, thinking. Then, he said, "So it was Nikolai. He loves his grandson, he would do anything to protect him."

"It doesn't sound right, Victor. Don't forget what you found. Let's talk with him first," Yuuri suggested, and Victor agreed, thanking Mila for her cooperation, both got up to go and speak with him.

"Okay, I'll talk to Nikolai, and you with Yuri, okay?" Victor said, and Yuuri nodded. They approached Yuri's room, and Victor knocked at the door. "Come in!"

To the agents' surprise, Yuri was alone. He looked at them with some apprehension. "My grandpa went for a coffee."

"Oh, that's great! I'll go and look out for him. Meanwhile, Yuuri will keep you company." Without missing a beat, Victor rushed out the room, leaving both Yuris alone. Katsuki sat on the chair next to Yuri's bed and nervously smiled.

"How are you feeling, Yuri?" The teen shrugged off, his lips were a thin line. "I know all of this must be overwhelming, but you need to help us, Yuri." Yuri shook his head, and the older man sighed. He needed to push him, he only hoped to do it right. "Yuri, we know what your mom did to you. If you tell me the truth, I.-"

"There's nothing you can do, you idiot!" Yuri cut him off, hissing in anger, "you can't stop something you can't even see," he was getting agitating, so Yuuri did what he thought would calm the distressed teen, he took Yuri's hand, and rubbed circles in his palm.

The lights flickered, and Yuri started to tremble. Almost as if he was expecting something to happen, he shut his eyes tightly and covered his ears with his hands. "I can't control it much longer, please go away! I don't want it to hurt you again!"

"Yuri, please listen to me," Yuuri begged the teen, sitting on the edge of the bed, softly taking his wrists in his hands, "He's not here. Nikolai won't hurt you or me."

Yuri lifted his teary eyes a little shocked at the implication of the agent's words. He whispered, "You don't understand. My grandpa is the only person who keeps the monster at bay." Yuuri felt a shiver run down his spine, and in the back of his head, he could sense something else, like a presence that was with them in that same room. He looked over his shoulder, and his eyes widened when he spotted a huge shadow on the wall that seemed to be moving. He wanted to scream, to look away, but he was paralyzed.

"You son of a bitch! You're distressing my grandson!" the lights returned back to normal when Nikolai Plisetsky entered the room, and the shadow disappeared. He pushed him harshly and held Yuri in his arms. "Next time you do something like this, I will report you!"

Victor dragged his shaken partner out of the room and to the bathroom. Yuuri splashed his face with cold water, trying to calm his breathing. "Yuuri, I know you don't trust me, but you need to tell me what happened."

"I can't, Victor."

"Do it for the sake of our case," Yuuri tried to speak, but the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. He rested his forehead in the marble of the sink, with his eyes closed. "If you don't, remember that I'm Russian, and I know how to make you talk." Yuuri looked up at Victor narrowing his eyes, but the expression was quickly erased by a small but honest smile. The first in days.

"You're an ass, Victor."

"You're smiling, so I'll take it as a compliment. Will you tell me now?"

Shakily, Yuuri nodded. "I'm not sure. He seemed about to have a panic attack or something, but he kept repeating something about a monster. He said he couldn't control it, and didn't want it to hurt me."

"Yuri is too old to believe in monsters," Victor mused, and Yuuri insisted, "Victor, I saw something. When the lights were flickering, a shadow appeared on the wall. There was someone or something else with us."

"Yuri, it is possible that you were imagining it. People are sensitive to certain forms of hallucinations. -"

"I know what I saw!" Yuuri raised his voice, startling Victor. He took in a deep breath, straightened his posture and fixed his tie. "Let's go back to the hotel. Phichit emailed us the report of the necropsy."

Victor sighed and watched as Yuuri left the bathroom. He honestly wanted to help him, but he was at a loss for what to do. He promised he would find a way to help him out. Even if that meant revealing a little bit of himself.