Chapter 8: '12시 30분' –Pt. 3 –
A/N: Hello again everyone! So this one's mostly to let us in on Chekov and Sulu's case, because I don't think I've clarified what those two have yet. The mysterious black SUV man will be seen again and I'll reveal more information on why we're being tracked. And just a reminder, this is a fic about prostitutes so expect a fair amount, if not more, M rated scenes, as the story progresses. You kiddies out there reading this have been warned.
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[Last Time…]
"I got a client waiting for me, and I'm already late as it is, you think you can watch Chekov while I'm gone for the night?" Sulu smiled in understanding kneeling down behind Jim to see the boys face. Fingers gently brushing back over grown golden curls on the boys face to see his tear filled grey eyes.
"Chekov…?" The boy whimpered burying his face in Jims shoulder; Sulu only smiled threading his finger through the blonde curls.
"Pavel come one, Jimbo has to go. You're big boy now and I'm pretty sure Jim can take care of himself if the guy turns out to be a creep, alright?" One little grey orb blinked at the man and Sulu could see he was already getting through to him. He moved closer, their noses rubbing when he looked up to see the boys tear streaked face.
"Ya plokha gavaryoo pa rooskee… Mozhesh' menya nauchit'?" Chekov looked up blinking at Sulu, he could hear the funny sounding pronunciation coming out of the mans lips. The sad attempt to say he couldn't speak Russian well and asking Chekov to teach him made the boy laugh. The fear of Jim leaving suddenly seemed forgotten wondering how long it took the Asian man to learn the simple phrase just to repeat it.
"Eto ne tak plokho…" Sulu laughed shrugging his shoulders when the boy told him it wasn't so bad. Chekov slowly eased out of Jim's embrace to be held by Sulu. Jim watched them for a moment smiling at the obvious attempt to hide the pleased sigh that left Sulu when Chekov fell into the awaiting arms for a tight embrace. Bones waved them off pulling Jim out with him.
"Come on, I'm not getting any younger here! Time is money!" Jim laughed fixing the gloves and checking the street as he ran past black SUV parked on the street. The soft patter of his shoes on the concrete echoing down the street and the slamming of a door made birds flee form there the telephone line above.
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[Continued…]
"You alright now?" Sulu came out of the kitchen with a frozen pizza box. Chekov was nervously biting his nails on the couch; he was still worried about Jim.
"I don't feel right about this one… I mean we do this all the time but for some reason, with Bones… This is all so different and it worries the hell out of me not knowing the clients before hand…" Sulu sighed as the boy quickly ran to the window.
"They just left; I don't think they'll still be out there-"
"Yes they are! Look, they're just getting into the car…" Chekov had the curtain pulled back watching Jim run across the street and jump into to Bones car. He almost turned away but noticed a black SUV parked outside. He waited watching as the door opened on the drivers' side just as Bones was leaving. His eye squinting to make out what the man looked like but with only the moonlight and a dim street lamp it was very hard to make out anything. The only thing Chekov could really see was that the man had dark hair and dark clothes; he seemed to be calling someone.
"I'm sure he'll be fine beside, Bones is always there to see the transaction especially the first time. Jim's safe Pav." Chekov grumbled watching the man outside pacing outside on the phone growing more curious. He had no doubt Bones was going to be with Jim when he was transferred over to the client but something felt off, something was really wrong and he didn't trust the guy standing outside. He turned off the light just as the man looked up hoping the man didn't see him.
"If Jim's so safe then why is this creep standing outside our apartment? Huh? Look he's about to leave now that Bones took off…" Sulu sighed still holding the frozen pizza box with his hand on his hip.
"He's probably just making a call like a responsible driver would. I'm glad he's not talking on the phone while driving, it takes one more crazy nut off the streets and makes Jim that much safer from possible car accidents which would be the only danger he might encounter tonight. Now stop acting strange, do you want some pizza or not?'
The boy pouted with a small growl of irritation turning around once the SUV was out of view. He saw Sulu dancing around with a frozen pizza box impatiently making the boy laugh. It looked ridiculous, like he needed to use the bathroom really bad. Chekov took the box walking towards the kitchen.
"Sure, come over here so you can get some plates out while I pop it in the oven…"
"Nuh-uh! Jim told me to take care of you so go put on a movie while I do this." Chekov held the box closer glaring at Sulu.
"I'm not a child, I can cook for myself just fine thank you. An oven isn't going to kill me you know…" Sulu crossed his arms over his chest as the boy started getting out the pizza pan.
"You're seven-teen, technically you're still a kid."
"Imagine that, seven-teen and I can still make you feel even younger than me just by looking at you. I wouldn't talk so big babe…" The boy walked up to Sulu pulling him off the counter by the collar of his shirt, their faces inches apart Sulu could smell a hint of Juicy perfume coming off Chekov. Sulu bit his lip nervously trying hard to stop the growing tent below his waist as the boy sat on Sulu's leg. Chekov grinned looking up and down between Sulu's eyes and lips, watching how his breathing sped up and felt the hardening length poking at his hips. Being this close to the man wasn't exactly easy for him either but he enjoyed the close proximity.
"I could make you feel way younger than me fill your nights with never ending wet dreams so don't mess with me sweet heart…" Chekov jumped off the older man with a laugh preheating the oven leaving Sulu to blink with a blush at the response. Sulu muttered profanity to himself as he looked for the pizza cutter making Chekov laugh thinking Sulu reminded him of Bones. Sulu looked up making the boy blush because he was staring. He quickly looked away taking out some plates.
"So Chekov, you never told me…"
"Tell you what?" Sulu leaned against the sink looking at the boys every move; lips unconsciously poking out to lick his lips watching the boys' hips sway to the soft music playing in the background from Sulu's playlist.
"About you, what's your story? Do you have family? What are you doing out here, why are you doing this?" Chekov stopped his dancing to look at Sulu for a moment and sighed. His thin fingers running through his hair and tangling in his curls as he massaged his scalp.
"There's not much to say…" Sulu sighed raisin his brow questioningly.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours, everybody's got a story, and you're no exception…" The boy took out some glasses poring some pineapple soda and Vodka. He handed one of the glasses to Sulu who only laughed at the choice of hard liquor.
"Well if you really want to know, ya… I have a family back home… But nobody's family like Jim or my babushka…"
"…But why'd you leave? What happened so bad that this became a better option? Nobody just chooses this life." Chekov chuckled setting the glass aside to sit on the counter.
"My father was an ass… I was top of my school with the best scores and even that couldn't make the man happy. Mom wasn't any better since she never tried to stop the bastard; she just sat there and let him beat me till I couldn't feel anymore… My babushka always tried to stop it but he always dragged me back home…" The boy stayed silent for a minute looking at the floor with hard eyes. Sulu wondered if he was remembering the man, his stare so intense it could've melted the tile of the kitchen floor. He jumped when the boy spoke again almost dropping the glass in his hand.
"When he found out about my first boyfriend… That's when he really gave it to me… Beat me so bad I got a concussion that landed me in the hospital. My mother covered for his ass and said it was accident… I couldn't take it anymore, so after I heeled up my boyfriend and my babushka helped me get out of Russia. They gave me some money and bought me plane tickets…"
Sulu stared at the boy wide eyed. Looking at the boy one would never imagine he went through something so horrid. He felt bad for making the boy tell him in the first place. Chekov gulped down the rest of his drink putting his cup aside with a smile.
"So that's my story what's you-" Suddenly Chekov's phone started ringing, the anime song making them both smile like idiots.
"Hello?"
'Chekov? It's Bones, Jim got picked up already and everything went fine so you can stop your crying now kid…'The boy blushed.
"I wasn't crying… You sure he's safe?" He heard a heavy sigh on the other end of the phone and the sound of a car door clicking closed.
'Ya, everything went fine, I just sent him off stop worrying so much and look on the bright side… Jim's probably making about $2,000 to $3,000 just with his first client!' Chekov coughed choking on his drink with wide eyes, Sulu rushed over with a glass of water worriedly patting his back.
"Wh-What? What the hell is he paying for that it cost that much?" Bones laughed on the other end making the boy glare at the phone with a pout.
'You guys are new stock, and you're hot and really young… Plus this isn't anything like working on that shitty street you guys used to stand on. These clients pay for quality, nobody likes spoiled goods. Every single one of my prostitutes are clean and have super model qualities, you think that's cheap? I go all out to take care of you guys, can't have a queen sitting on a haystack when she should have a throne.'
Chekov blinked at the words curiously but sighed in relief. Knowing Jim's safety was the most important thing; now he could relax a little knowing that at least Jim was picked up safely. But he was still worried, he put the worry aside praying Jim would make it back safely in the morning.
"Alright then Bones thanks for calling…"
'Don't mention it kid. Get some rest and don't get on Sulu's nerves too much, I'll be over in the morning to pick up the money...' Chekov smiled hanging up and pocketed the phone away. He looked up just in time to see Sulu taking out the pizza starting to cut it into slices.
"Smells good, I didn't know I was that hungry till I smelt the food." Sulu laughed.
"Ya, you've been stressing too much with this 'job' thing, you don't have to worry about anything Bones will take care of you, he takes care of all of us. Wanna grab the plates and soda? We could eat this while we watch a movie in the living room." Chekov smiled taking the things following the older man out. They sat on the couch setting the things on the coffee table in front of the TV. Sulu picked up the remote to start the dirk turning to the boy with a pizza slice in the other hand.
"So what'd you pick?"
"I just put on Doctor Who, the show's awesome!"
Sulu laughed pressing play letting the first episode of the second season begin. He looked over at the boy watching the screen with wide awed eyes and smiled, if he had a little blue box that could fly in space and travel through time he'd take him out to see the stars. He laughed at the thought making the boy tilt his head to stare at him curiously. But he only laid a blanket across their laps and pulled the boy closer. Bones might kill him later, but the feeling he was starting to have for the boy was something new and exciting altogether nothing mattered more than the light weight pressed against his side. The blonde curls tucked under his chin tickled and smelled heavenly of butter rum shampoo. He inhaled deeply letting the soft warmth beside him and the sweet sent lull him to sleep.
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The black SUV parked outside of a police department. Its driver locked the doors setting the alarm as he walked towards the building with a stoic expression. It was late but he knew his partner would be at the office, she always worked over time. He walked through the front door and greeted the officer that walked by.
"Good evening Harold, I trust your day went well?"
"Oh it was fantastic! You know kids these days don't make life any easier… Damn job isn't what it used to be…" The man chuckled pulling off his gloves with a smirk.
"Then your afternoon was not to your liking I take it? As to your distaste of function within the department, I suggest an alternate form of occupation will better suit to your liking." The man laughed capping the man hard on the shoulder making him blink with surprise.
"I don't hate my job that much… You and your formalities son, why can't you speak normal like the rest of us humans?" The man turned around with a small smirk. Harold's mustache wiggling as he smiled.
"I am speaking human, in fact I am speaking English fluently."
"No, but you're just too formal kid, you gotta loosen up. With the way you speak, you sound like you walked out of a different time." The man chuckled again walking past the front desk to quickly sign himself in before waving at the older officer.
"Have a good night Harold, give my regards to Katherine." The older man smiled warmly waving off the other man too as he walked around into the hall.
"Sure thing kid, take care!" The man chuckled to himself loosening down his scarf with a small smile. He looked up knowing exactly where he was just around the corner was his partners office. Sure enough within a couple more steps he found himself in front of the office door with golden lettering on the frosted glass that read out Detective Inspector Marcus. He knocked on the door politely waiting for a response, soon there was movement of a rolling chair and crumpling of paper.
"Come in, it's open!" He frowned opening the door to see his partner with a pen in her mouth looking through a file. Her short blonde hair held up messily by a black diamond hair clip, loose pieces of her hair hanging around her face. He found her oddly beautiful in the low light her blue eyes sparking lightly with excitement; he knew she loved her job. She looked up with a smile nodding over to the other chair in front of her desk.
"Ms. Marcus You should take precaution when allowing entrance to your office, what if I were to be a criminal?" She laughed putting the file down open on their current case and a picture slid out from beneath one of the papers. The man was curious but didn't bother trying to see who was on the picture; he was just too tired to care.
"Come now Spock, do you really think I would be so careless? I know you already, and you're the only one in this forsaken place that is considerate enough to knock on my door." He moved in front of her leaning against the windowsill dropped his coat on the chair and rolled up his sleeves with a soft sigh of relief.
"I am uncertain if whether or not I should be concerned for your well being Ms. Marcus…" She giggled sweetly getting up from her seat to retrieve another file from the cabinet behind her.
"Enough with the Ms. Marcus crap, it's Carol. I've known you long enough to be on a first name basis with you Spock."
"If that is what you wish… Might I ask, the file on your desk is the new case, is it not?" She closed the cabinet and held out the other file with a profile picture.
"Ya, this is Leonard McCoy, better known by the knick name Bones. As to why he's called that I don't know, Just that he deals in high quality prostitution." He tilted his head curiously and loosened his tie with a quirk of his brow.
"High quality? Prostitution has a level of value?" She laughed slapping the file down on her desk and tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. Her blue eyes looking up at him with a sparkle of amusement.
"Spock are you sure you aren't from a different planet? Honey, not every body likes okay sex; a rich man hardly has the time for relationships, you really think they'd pick up the regulars off the street?" Spock's face flushed a bright red making the woman laugh. They were the youngest detectives in their department but sometimes they forgot just how young they were and the little things, like talking about sex was still a sensitive subject for the dark haired man before her. Carol saw the bags under the man's eyes smiling softly, his usually perfectly combed bangs were messy and a little longer than they should be.
"Hun, you look a mess wanna get a coffee or a tea in the lounge? I brought some of that tea you like from my house." His lips gave the smallest curve at the edge of his lips in appreciation of the offer. It was times like this he really loved his partner, she was so caring.
"I would very much appreciate it yes…" He rubbed at his eyes tiredly following out the young blonde down another hall to the lounge.
"You look like hell Spock, how much sleep have you gotten these past couple of days?" He sighed walking into the small lounge taking out two labeled mugs one of Carol's friends had gotten them when they were promoted. She took out the tea bags placing them in the mugs as Spock poured hot water on them and added honey.
"Unfortunately not many, this case has allowed me little time to get any rest if at all…"
"Don't worry, we'll get through this case and then we'll get all the time off we need after…" He chuckled lightly leaning on the counter besides her.
"In a city that never rests, I think not… Pike will surely have us on a new case the following morning… Why he chose us specifically for this case I do not know…"
"Ya… About that, Pike gave me another file… It's still apart of the same case but this'll be like a personal case just for you." He looked at her curiously taking another sip of his tea and sighed. Spock was over his head in a pile of work he had to still finish, he didn't want to think about getting another case on top of the ones he already had.
"The man must be expressing his hatred towards me… Note that the work is not a concern, but at this rate I fear, my mind will implode and collapse upon itself…" She laughed putting her tea down and reached for the file she left on the counter.
"You're so dramatic Spock, you're not gonna die form a little extra work, but Pike might just kill over if you don't take the case, he really wants you for this one."
"His reason being?" She shrugged.
"I've already been informed on most of the details but I suggest you read over the file before I answer any of your questions… It's a rather delicate matter…" Spock frowned glaring down at the yellow file in his hands.
"I will consider it…" She smiled leading him back to the office putting on their coat as she grabbed the rest of the files on her desk and put them into her case. Spock found himself wondering why they were putting so much time into an endless case when nothing of ill intention was being reported, even the prostitutes weren't trying to run away or ask for any sort of special protection, nobody pressed charges.
"Carol There is no evidence that this man is mistreating any of his prostitutes, must we really waste valuable time on this case?"
"There might not be any evidence that he abuses them but what he's doing isn't a good thing either. Whether people agree with it or not doesn't matter, it's still illegal and we still got bring this guy in and take him off the streets…" He sighed walking along side the woman and out into the parking lot as they both moved to their separate cars.
"From what we can already see Bones is practically running the place owning apartments complexes, photography studios, and a number of expensive designer shops. He doesn't just prostitute women Spock; he prostitutes men as well… The newest clients on the site are rather young and that's where your case comes in. Those two clients have something to do with your assigned case but that's all I'm saying. Just go home and take a look at the file and tell me what think, you have two day to think about it… Goodnight Spock."
"Goodnight Carol…" He got in his black SUV starting up the heater with a curious frown. His eyes focusing on the rode ahead but his mind still wondered to the yellow file on the seat besides him. Spock wondered who the prostitutes were, how young they really were and why Pike was persistent on getting him to agree to take the case. From what he saw earlier tonight, this Bones character didn't seem like a bad guy. The boy that ran out of the apartment complex must have been one of his prostitutes. He couldn't really make out what the boy looked like in the dark but he was rather young. Spock sighed trying to keep his focus on the rode ahead but he kept thinking back to the boy that ran across the parking lot, and wondered if the file next to him was about the boy.
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A/N: Yay! Spock is in the scene now! I wanted him a little bit more human with the obvious weirdness still there to differentiate him from the rest. Carol also entered for the first time, how did I do with her? I hope she came out all alright… So, comments, questions, complaints? Leave a review please and thank you! ^-^
