Title: It's almost Criminal
Chapter 2
Fandom: McFassy, FassAvoy, McBender and Criminal Minds
Pairing: James McAvoy/Michael Fassbender
Warning: May contain violent images, religion arguments and strong language
(Man X man)
Rating: lightly M
Author: RickyH
Disclaimer: I do not own these people in any way possible! ,-_-,
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Chapter 2
When James woke the next morning, he found Michael spooned to his back. The sleeping man had his arm resting over James's still naked waist. As James came more awake he found himself stroking at Michaels hand, his fingertips trailing at the veins of the other man's knuckles as reality sunk in…
It really happened, he and Michael had spent the night in one another's arms, Michael taking him into unfamiliar territory, exploring along with him in things James never thought was possible.
"But what now…" he thought, "I would be leaving soon, returning home to DC, besides: this was probably just a onetime thing, Michael doesn't seem to be the relationship type and even if he was how long would it last, with the long-distance? Not to mention that he never told anyone about his attraction to men, not even his sister. All the secrets he would have to keep, especially with his sister always being all up in his business and now that she would be staying with him for a few weeks it would be even worse!" With a sigh James slowly crawled out of Michael's embrace and silently slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. "No!" He thought scowling himself, as he leaned with his hands pressed down on the sink. "What I need is to get my head out of the gutter," he thought as he looked up at himself in the mirror, "I need to forget about the most amazing night of my life…" his thoughts trailed off as he raised his hand to his lips, his fingertips trailing the curve of his mouth were Michael had kissed him so passionately- "Damn it James!" he scowled at himself in a whisper, "You need to stop this, you need to solve this case, the sooner you solve it, the sooner you can get home and move on with your life." With a sigh he turned away from the sink and opened the shower tapes. "At least I hope I can." He thought almost depressed as he stepped into the warm water.
Michael rolled onto his other side, stretching his arm out looking for the warmth of James's skin. As he felt only the cold of the sheet under his hand he opened his eyes and sat up straight, the sheet pooling tight other his thighs. "James!" he called but all that came back in response was the silence of an empty bathroom. Disappointed he reached for his watch, which was on the ground near his pants. When he finely managed to drag it over with his fingertips he brought it up to his tired eyes.
9:15am
Realizing that he was over 2 hours late, Michael stumbled out of the sheets, nearly breaking his neck in the proses. He reached for his clothes and was about to jump into his jeans when he realised his skin was sticky from the nights activates and that he couldn't possibly show up at work in the same clothes as yesterday. With a curse he ran into the bathroom and rushed into a cold shower.
"Why didn't you wake me?" Michael asked where he found James at the beverages table.
James Jumped in shock at the familiar voice at his ear and quickly drew away from the hands on his hips. "Sorry, I didn't think you would over sleep." He said softly and took a sip at his coffee.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked with a frown.
"Nothing," He replied as he realised that Michael was wearing the same jeans as yesterday but hade a fresh Light blue buttoned shirt on, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and the top two buttons left open to expose a glimpse of his collarbone and chest. Which made James blush at the memory. "Meet me at the latest crime scene when you're done." He said as he turned away, "Oh and Michael? You left the tag on." He said as he gestured at the price-tag hanging from the back of Michael's collar and then he staked away.
Ripping the tag from his shirt, Michael was left to watch the man walk away from him and realising why a few people looked at him with a funny smile on the way to the office. This was not how he planned on waking up this morning.
After taking his own car to the crime scene Michael came to a stand next to his now awkward lover, if he could even call him that… "Who do we have here?" he asked as he watched James take a step to the side away from him.
"Male, between 25 to 30 same MO," Sung said were he was inspecting the victim, "five stab wounds to the hart, tongue removed, mouth sawed shut and his genitals removed."
"It's definitely our guy." T.J. said.
"Michael?"
Michael was surprised to hear James ask for his attention. "Yes?" he replied.
"Last night at the Diner, you told me that you had a Detective with a similar case helping you, what was similar about it?" James asked, his tone of voice all business and Michael had to admit the way James was reacting had his heart contracting painfully.
"Err, well," Michael found himself stumbling over his words as he was taken off guard by the question, "Male's being murdered in New Orleans court-Yard's, throat's slashed with a touch of Jack the Ripper's MO- any way turned out it was a girl seeking revenge for the man whom had raped her up in a bar 10 years ago…"
A glow of realisation flashed over James's face. "Raped, that's the clue we have been missing!"
"What do you mean?" Sung asked, the other two men looked at one another in confusion.
"Think about it," James said as if it was the most logic idea, "The way these victims are mutilated suggests rape, maybe not the victim of rape, but what if these men were actually the rapist?"
"I'm sorry James," Michael said apologetic, "but I'm still not following."
James sighed in frustration, "Like Jonathan Clapp, this man has a few of the same clubs and bar stapes on his hand, suggesting that he and Clapp were most likely gay and probably the other victims as well."
"James," T.J. said as he came closer, "Is there a point in there somewhere?"
"If my theory is correct I think that we might be looking at a murderer who was a victim to rape himself."
"Are you saying what we are looking for a female murderer?" Michael asked with a deep frown.
"His saying," Sung said finely catching on, "that the murderer was most likely raped in a gay hangout.
"Which means our murderer is male." T.J. said answering Michael's question.
"Okay," Michael said nodding, "I'll start looking in on reports of rape in gay hangouts.
"No need." T.J. said as he took out his cell phone, "I'll ask our computer analyst to look in on it."
As T.J. stepped away to make the phone call and Sung turned to talk to an officer helping with the forensics, Michael took a step towards James, but he stopped dead in his path as soon as James raised a hand to stop him, his blue eyes then shifting away from Michael.
Michael was frustrated; all he wanted to do was talk to him. Try and Understand why James was pushing him away like this. Was last night that big a mistake to him? Did he regret what they had shared; was he pushing him away because he blamed Michael for seducing him?
How was he supposed to understand and respect James's decision, if the man wouldn't talk to him? Was this how James was going to react for the rest of the time he and Michael had to spend together?
With a sigh of disappointment, Michael forced himself to look away from the stubborn man he so desperately wanted to hold again and took the pack of cigarettes from his jeans and raised one to his lips and lighting it up.
"You were right." T.J. said as he was returning from the corner with his cell phone in hand. "Five years ago a man named Adam Billcought reported that he had been raped by three men, three blocks down outside the gay-bar in the French court-Yard. But the Judge had the case filed as a mistrial sins he had gone to the bar with an open mind of spending the night with a man. The men arrested for the crime said that Billcought participated consensually."
"So it was their word against Billcought." Michael said almost angrily as he saw James turn away from them as he raised his buzzing cell phone to his ear.
"Looks like Billcought is taking the law into his own hands, striping the world of any gay men he can find, roaming in the court-Yard area." Sang said looking down on the latest victim.
"Not just any gay man," James said turning back to the conversation, "Garcia, just informed me that all our victims have a charge of attempted rape or rape made against them, but all of them were mistrials, Just like with Billcought's case." James said as he tried to hide that he was pretty pleased with the fact that his theory had been right.
"The MO makes so much better sense," T.J. said almost impressed, "All the violence and brutal message of taking away all the body parts used inform with having sex. I have to admit, the man has style."
"Style or no style," Michael said firmly, "We need to stop him."
"Garcia just sent out a team to his last known address, if we hurry we might be in time." James said as he gestured to the SUV's waiting beyond the yellow line.
"I'll drive." Michael said as he started moving towards his SUV.
"Sung," James said as he followed after Michael, "You and T.J. head back to the station and inform Gideon and the team!"
As soon as Michael pulled away, lights blazing he took his chance, afraid that he might not get another one. "James, would you please tell me what's going on, are you going to pretend that last night never happened, for the rest of the time you're in New York?" He said thrusting the words out as fast as he could before James had the chance to stop him.
"Yes." James said with too much force to it as he stared out of the window.
"What?"
James wasn't looking at him, but he could sense the pain in Michael's word and he could imagine the look on his face, the disappointment and hurt in his greyish-green eyes. Just the thought of it made James want to reach over and take his hand as he tells him he was just joking, but then he thinks of all the complications and his pulling away again.
"I'm sorry Michael but its better this way." He says softly.
"What's better about it, James? You can't even look at me!"
"I'm leaving Michael!" James scowled as he wiped his head around, "As soon as the case is over I'll be getting on a plane!" he sighed as his blue eyes fell to his lap, tears sting at the back. "It's better if I stay away from you." He said in a whisper.
"James, its only a three hour trip by train and a little over an hour trip by plane." Michael said with a slight smile.
"Are you saying that you would be willing to travel every other weekend, not to mention look past my long hours of work?" James asked surprised as he finaly looked up at the man.
"Well I would like to be given the option." Michael said with that shark-like grin of his, his eyes holding a certain shine in its core.
Before James had the chance to reply his cell phone started buzzing and he answered it a bit too fast.
Since Garcia had informed them on the way to Billcought's last address that the man was not found and that it came fourth that the man hadn't been living there for quite some time, James and Michael had desided to roam the court-Yard area where Billcought was known to 'hunt', in the hope of catching the man in the act. They had barely been walking around in the shadows for a half hour when they heard a frightening scream of a girl in the next block.
As if they shared the same thoughts James and Michael split up, Michael running around the front as James made his way around the back.
James was just making his way around the corner when a pipe came flying out behind the wall knocking him out cold with one harsh blow.
James slowly brought his heavy head up with a grown of pain as he tried to get the blur out of his sight. At his left eyebrow James felt his head throbbing in terrible pain and the moist of blood trailing down the side of his eye.
As he blinked the spots out of his sight he found himself in a dark room, a basement, with one singel spotlight hanging right above him. He was tied to a steel chair, which was bolted to the floor. His hands bounded behind his back, probably with his own cuffs.
"I must say James," a deep voice said as it roughs from the shadows, "I didn't count on being lucky enough to get you out and about in the court-Yard at night." The man said as he stepped into the light. He was in good shape and tall; he had dark, almost black eyes with high cheekbones and blond hair, dressed completely in black.
"Billcought…" James managed to get out in a breath.
"Tell me Agent," Billcought said cockily, "Did you honestly think that people can't see the way you and that Detective look at one another?"
James's head fly up in shock, his eyes wide. "How-"
"Oh I know all about you James." Billcought bragged, "I had to know the man in charge of my case. I know that your Mother left when you were 13, I know that you're Father was a drunk and that he eventually shot himself and I know about young Joy." He smiled at the name of James's sister as he lowered himself onto his ankles in front of James, "Poor thing, how's her apartment coming along?"
"You stay away from her!" James hissed.
"Don't worry, she's not the one I'm going to make a point of." Billcought said darkly, his smile vanishing from his face, leaving only evil in his features. "You and that Detective of yours make me sick."
"Why?" James asked, "Were not going around raping men!"
Billcought laughed at that. "Oh my dear boy," he said still giggling, "Did you honestly think I would stop at the criminals? Since you grow up as a Roman Catholic I would think you know that in the eyes of God you are a disgrace! You and every other gay person in this world need to be disposed of! Our generation has grown weak in accepting your kind, where in reality you should all be put down like dogs for disgracing the name of the Lord.
"The Lord doesn't judge his children by their life style! The Bible tells us that God forgives all sins when you believe and in following him throughout your life! You cannot make these judgements in the name of the Lord!" James cried in desperation hoping to by Michael and the team some time to find him. "Besides, five years ago you were carious about being with a man and blaming all gays because of a few sick people, won't take away the trauma you went through; it won't fix the broken world we live in!"
Billcought simply smirked a dark smile as he roughs to his feet, "Amusing argument James, but do you know what would have been even more amusing?" he asked as he brought his hands up to fiddle with a blinking object, "If you believed your own sales-pitch."
For the first time James noted that Billcought was holding a scalpel and panic swept through him as he realized he had just ran out of time! All he wanted was the wish that he had spent his day pulling Michael closer instead of pushing him away.
"So, before we get started" Billcought went on paying no attention at the panic of the man bound to the chair, "Is there anything you would like me to tell Michael?"
"FUCK YOU!" James spat out as his heart started pounding painfully against his chest and his breathing began to pick up.
With a dramatic sigh Billcought forcefully slammed his booted foot down on James's crotch, which made James squirm and scream in pain where he was still bound to the chair. "I usually leave this part for after my victim stops breathing, but since you have such a sharp tongue, I'll reconsider." He said as he brought his hands up, one taking hold of James's jaw, forcing his mouth open as the other came up holding the scalpel, "Open wide!" Billcought said almost joyful as he took hold of James's tongue with the same hand holding his jaw in place.
As Michael and his backup busted through the front door of the house that use to belong to Billcought's father, Michael prayed that they were in time.
As the rest of his team, Michael split into a direction to clear the rooms of the house. Swinging the door open found in the hall, his run raised, he looked down on a stair case. "Open wide!" a voice said like a playful child and then came the muffled screams of James.
Realising he had no time to spear and that he couldn't take the chance of startling Billcought in killing James with panic, he rushed down the stairs. His gun showed into the back of his jeans as he thrust his arms under these of Billcought's and dragging the man with his scalpel safely away from James.
Kept awkwardly in bound, Billcought lost the gripe on his scalpel and it tumbled to the ground as he started resisting the arms restraining him.
Losing his grip on the man Michael stumbled back when an elbow slammed into his face, allowing Billcought to turn around but just as he did, Michael swung at him with an iron fist, hitting the man under the jaw so hard that he bellowed over, tumbling to the ground with a hard thump.
Satisfied that Billcought wouldn't be getting up any time soon, Michael span around, slightly off balance, "James!" he called looking down at the man with a bleeding gush at the top of his eye and crouched painfully forward, "are you all right?"
"I am now- Michael watch out!" James screamed in warning, which had Michael spinning around with his gun in hand.
A shot fired through the air and Billcought dropped to the ground again. This time he stopped breathing as his hand holding gun of his own fell to the ground.
A few minutes later James got up from where he was seated in the doors of the ambulance, knowing he still had a few moments to spare before he had to leave he made his way over the street to where Michael was pulling at his cigarette as he leaned against his SUV.
"Hi." He said as he came to a stop in front of Michael who was now looking up.
"Hi… how are you feeling?"
"The paramedic tells me I need stitches and that I might have a concussion, so T.J will be taking me to the hospital before we leave for the airport."
Michael nodded as he took another pool of his cigarette.
"How did you find me Michael, what is this place?" James asked as he nervously rocked back and forth on his heels.
"Garcia found it, apparently it use to belong to Billcought's parents and was left to him when they had died."
"James!" T.J. called on the other side of the road, "Let's get going!" he argued as James nodded in his direction.
"So," Michael said with a faint heart, "I guess this is it?"
"I guess so." James said as he reached out a hand.
As soon as Michael took hold of it, James embraced him in a 'manly' hug and used the opportunity to slide his tongue into Michael's ear, where no one would be able to observe as his head was in shadow. "Call me." He said seductively as he slipped a piece of paper into Michael's jeans.
Leaving Michael with a forgotten cigarette and a shark-like grin, James made his way over to where T.J. was waiting and got into the SUV.
AN: Boy I had fun writing this!
I'm considering keeping the story going.
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