Hello, y'all, welcome to the last part of the first episode of the Yuuri's Files! I had a hard time writing this chapter, so I'd love to hear from you guys!

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Episode 1: The Plisetsky Monster Pt. III (final)

(…) According to the results shown in the necropsy, Yulia Plisetsky had been dead for approximately three hours before the agents Nikiforov and Katsuki arrived at the scene. When asked about his whereabouts, Nikolai Plisetsky said he had a meeting with his lawyer, Mr. Duncan. His alibi was later confirmed by Mr. Duncan. It is necessary to report that said meeting only lasted for an hour, and Mr. Plisetsky has no way to prove what he did in the remaining two hours(…)

Nikolai Plisetsky and Yuri Plisetsky were waiting in the interrogation room. The grandfather had been refused to leave Yuri alone with the detectives, and since the boy was still a minor, there was no way in which they could deny his petition.

The displeasure was evident on his face when both agents entered the room, while his grandson kept his eyes on the floor. Yuuri took a seat, and Victor stood behind him. He was the first to speak, "Mr. Plisetsky, Yuri, let's cut this meeting short. We have the evidence, we have the motives, we just need the confession. So, who did it?"

"I don't understand," Nikolai replied, holding Yuri's son underneath the table

"Okay, let me rephrase my question. Did you kill your daughter?"

"No, I.-"

"Then it was Yuri."

"No! Yuratchka would never do that!"

Yuuri cleared his throat, intervening, "Yuri, we know what Yulia did to you. If you acted in self-defense, or your grandparent was protecting you, you need to tell us. Your lawyer will recommend you the right course of action." The older man paled. He was cornered. So he did what he thought would save his grandson.

"I killed her."

Yuri suddenly looked up at him, but he squeezed his hand, preventing the teen to say something. Yuuri, on his part, watched him with inquisitive eyes. Then, he asked, "How did you kill her?"

"You have the body, you know how I did it."

"We didn't find the pipe that you used to break her skull." Confused, Victor turned to look at Yuuri, and then he understood what he was doing. Yuuri is clever.

"I-I threw it away, in the lake. You won't find it."

Yuuri hummed, leaning back against his seat. "Mr. Plisetsky, that's not how she was killed. She died from a hemorrhage, provoked by the tearing of her neck. So you either have a real bad memory or you're protecting someone else."

The older Plisetsky hanged his head in shame, refusing to look at the detectives. "Please, leave my diedushka alone. He didn't do it," Yuri's soft voice attracted Victor's attention, who immediately questioned him, "Then you did it?"

The blonde bit his lip, trying not to let out the sounds of misery that were bottled up in his throat. "I didn't mean for this to happen, I swear, I tried to stop him, but the monster was stronger than me!".

"Yulia didn't deserve a kid like Yuri," Nikolai interveined, "He's a good boy, but his mother was a nightmare. Yulia changed when she got promoted. She took her frustrations out on him, she beat him and punished for everything. I couldn't do anything. And yet, I think he loved her mom, still does.

I had a meeting with my lawyer that morning. I wanted Yuri's custody, and my lawyer was advising on what to do. After the meeting, I went looking for a place to move out. And then Yuri called me crying, and he said he couldn't stop the beast. I told him to change into clean clothes and wait for me. And when I returned, you two were already there."

"Mr. Plisetsky, your grandson is guilty, we need to arrest him."

"But he didn't kill her! It was the beast!" Nikolai insisted, and then his gaze fell on Yuuri's arm. "You've seen it! That morning in the basement, and in the hospital. The big shadow that seems to be hunting you!" Victor's incredulity didn't go unnoticed, but his partner was listening to the old man, attentively.

"Yuri was an angry kid, he was always mad, but then one day, he was frightened. I thought it was because of Yulia's behavior, but strange things would happen if she touched him. The first time she sent him to the hospital, she woke up with scratches on her arms and legs. If she yelled or punished Yuri, she found bruises on her back. She didn't stop, though. I didn't believe it was something supernatural, but how would you explain a big shadow that hovered around Yuri when Yulia was in the house?"

It was hard to digest that information when it lacked any logic. Tentatively, Yuuri reached out to touch Yuri's hand, to encourage him to talk.

"Mama wasn't a violent person, and the first time she slapped me on the face, I was so angry, I felt my blood bolding and the head about to explode. Then, the monster showed up out of nowhere. At first, it didn't say anything, it just was there, and it even made me feel protected," the teen told them. It was strange, but Yuuri's presence didn't make him feel uncomfortable, on the contrary, "and the way she acted was scary, I was scared of her. The night she sent me to the hospital, the monster speak for the first time. It said he would look after me and she would never touch me again. I accepted it."

"And this monster, is an entity, a spirit, or..." Victor couldn't help but snort at Yuuri's question. "I can't believe your falling into his game. We just needed a confession, and here you are, listening to a story that only King could write."

"Nikiforov, shut up!" Yuuri said in a severe tone, watching Yuuri retracting his hand.

"I knew you wouldn't believe me," Yuri whined, and his grandfather made soothing circles on his back, "It's my fault that Yulia is dead, so leave my diedushka alone."

"Yuri, finish your story, please," Yuuri pleaded him, ignoring the disgust on his partner's face.

"As the time went by, mama became more and more aggressive, and the monster didn't go away, it only listened to my diedushka," His voice broke for a moment, but he was determined to finish his story, "The day mama was killed, she was mad for something in her job. I needed money for some books, but when I asked her, he took me by the arm and told me she wished I hadn't been born. The monster then said not to worry, it would take care of her, so she would never hurt me again."

"And it killed her," Yuuri inferred, and the young man nodded.

"I must admit that's an interesting story," Victor spoke again. He was leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed over his chest. "But I'm sorry, we must arrest you, Yuri."

The lights flickered in that instant, just like it happened back at the hospital. Yuuri remained by Yuri's side. Then, it was all darkness. There was no sound that could break into the room, the only thing that they could hear, was their beating hearts and their uneven breathing.

A heavy thud was heard, accompanied by a weak whine. Yuuri couldn't distinguish more than shadows. "Victor?" He asked, but didn't get an answer.

The emergency lights shone brightly, illuminating the room with a red light that made the room look dreadful. When Yuuri could see with more clarity, he found Victor on the floor, with the panic written all over his face, though he tried to hide it. He was pale and seemed stunned.

"What the hell was that? I swear I felt someone or something coming at me," Victor stood up with Yuuri's help. He touched his rosy cheek, and to his horror, he was bleeding. Victor looked at his reflection on the glass that covered that room. A shiver ran down his back when he noted the small cut on his face. Even though he refused to admit it, he was frightened.

Yuri cried weakly, while his grandpa soothed him, giving him words of reassurance.

"Let's get out of here before .-" the emergency lamp burst into small pieces, darkening the interrogation room once more. A cold breeze shot through them. They were paralyzed.

Nikolai gathered his strength and grabbed one of the plastic chairs to throw to against the wall. "Stop!" He yelled, "Stop ruining Yuri's life!"

"Please..." Yuri's thin voice said, pleading with fear, "Please, no more. Go away, please."

Suddenly, the lights were on again, blinding them for a brief instant. Yuri sat down heavily while his grandpa hugged him. "That bastard won't come back."

"How do you know, diedushka?"

"He loves you, Yuri. He doesn't want to hurt you."

On the other side of the room, the agents Nikiforov and Katsuki watched them speaking. "I need a drink," Victor muttered, taking off his jacket and tie. "And you need to decide what to do next."

"But Victor, I.-"

The older agent took his partner by the shoulders, making direct eye contact with him. "You're my partner, and you're more experienced with these situations than me. I trust you." Victor offered him a soft smile, before leaving that place. For the first time in his life, Victor felt truly disturbed.

Yuuri sighed. With a last glance, he knew what he needed to do.

Ooooo

(...) After an exhaustive investigation, and the interrogation conducted by the Special Agents Nikiforov and Katsuki, we reached the conclusion that Mr. Nikolai Plisetsky was guilty of killing Yulia Plisetsky, and he's waiting for a judge to determinate his sentence.

His grandson, Yuri Plisetsky, will stay under the care of Dr. Mila Babicheva in the Newman Foundation, where he will resume his activities and get the therapy that he needs to overcome the trauma until he becomes eighteen.

Agent Yuuri Katsuki. Agent Victor Nikiforov.

Yuuri emailed his report to Agent Yakov Feltsman to be reviewed. Yuuri closed his laptop and rested his head against the headboard. He was tired, overwhelmed. Incarcerating a criminal was always rewarding as a detective, but breaking up a small family, left him a sour taste.

Yuuri decided to give a second chance to Yuri. His grandfather begged him, and there were more chances for Yuri to restart his life in that way. It broke him to see the teenager crying while the officers took his grandfather away, but he could understand that he was protecting him.

The bathroom door opened, distracting Yuuri from his thoughts. His cheeks were red when he saw his partner wearing the plain bathrobe that the motel offered to its guests. His hair was wet, and Victor used a towel to dry it, carefully. A smirk appeared on Victor's lips when he noticed the persistent eyes of his partner.

"Is there something wrong, Yuuri?" He asked, sitting on the edge of his bed, observing the nervous reaction of Katsuki.

Yuuri swallowed hard and tried to dodge the question. "Nope. I'm worried about Yuri."

"Oh... He will be fine. Mila is an excellent doctor. Under her care, Yuri will have a full recovery in a short time."

"How did you meet her?"

"She was my rommie, so we're close friends."

"So, did you two date?"

"Yuuri, you're curious today," Victor smiled brightly, "But, that's a tale for another day. Let me tell you something else first." Yuuri placed his laptop on the nightstand, and put on his glasses, giving Victor his full attention.

Victor smiled again, but this time, it didn't quite reach his eyes. "You see, when I was six years old, my father passed away," Yuuri was taken back by the sudden confession. Up to that moment, neither he or Victor had talked about their private lives.

"It was hard, especially for my mama. My babushka told me that, if I was a good boy, I would see him before falling asleep. And I tried, Yuuri, I really did. I helped in the chores of the house, I went to school without a single complaint. I did everything I could to be the best son. But that never happened.

Some weeks later, my mom got an offer to work here, in the States, and she accepted it. I begged her to leave me with my babushka, because I was afraid that my father couldn't find me," his voice broke, and Yuuri felt the painful need to comfort him someway, but Victor rubbed his eyes, and kept speaking, "My mama said that the dead never return and that my babushka told me lies. Can you imagine how a six-year-old must have felt when they found out that something he ardently wished for, would never happen?"

"Victor, I .-"

"Yuuri, I don't think you're a freak and I certainly don't judge you for believing in whatever Nikolai told you or why you can see things that I can't. But it is impossible for me to believe in what I cannot see. That's why I enjoy working with you because, despite my stubborn self, you help me to understand a different side of the world. Yuuri, I know we will fight more times, and we'll never agree when it comes to these matters, but I don't want to quit," Victor took Yuuri's hand lightly, caressing the soft skin of his knuckles, "Tell me, Yuuri, do you want me to quit?"

Yuuri was speechless, the small touch and his sincerity were too much. He couldn't fathom what Victor went through, but he was grateful for having a partner like him. Maybe, in time, he will be able to open up to him.

"You're the best partner I've ever had, Victor," Yuuri shyly admitted, and Victor smiled, so full and big that his mouth seemed to take the shape of a heart.

"Yuuri! You aren't bad yourself. But this is it. Sleep well, because you're driving tomorrow." Victor got up and turned off the lights while Yuuri did the same with the lamp on the nightstand.

The neon sign that announced more available room lightened dimly their room. Yuuri was about to close his eyes, but before falling asleep, he whispered, "Victor?"

"Huh?"

"Thank you."

"Anytime, partner."