Standard disclaimer. I don't own any of the FAKE characters. The only original characters I have so far are Walter Carrington, Derrick Williams, and Mr. Watson. I also use Ms. Matoh's spelling of JJ's full name - Jemy Addams. I think it's neat making him part of the Addams Family.

Chapter 2

Rocks

They had arrested Walter Carrington for possession with intent to sell. But by the end of the week his lawyer had finessed all the charges away, somehow making it seem that Dear Sweet Walter had been set up by some local group – possibly even the police department – in order to eliminate another dealer. Walter walked right back into his cushy modeling job like nothing ever happened.

Walter was an intelligent man, but he lacked common sense, wisdom. He had decided that he wanted JJ back in his arms again, despite his being a law enforcement officer. He had taken him to the depths before, and he enjoyed it. He had questionable motives for this. Perhaps it was just the thrill of knowing he had a cop under him in bed, totally in his control, ready to do whatever he asked of him. Perhaps it was a sense of revenge since it was JJ that led the arrests that night. Or maybe he just wanted to humiliate him some more. It really didn't matter – he wanted JJ.

The phone calls started a few days after his being cleared of all charges. At first JJ was polite. "No, I don't want to see you again." When that didn't dissuade him JJ lost the politeness and told him in no uncertain terms to stop calling and to leave him alone. The last phone call he got from Walter was not a pleasant one; he warned JJ that he would bring him down if he didn't give in to his advances. JJ, in an uncharacteristic mood, told him to fuck off and go back to the sewer he climbed out of.

It was three days later that the envelope showed up on JJ's desk. No note – no postmark – it had been hand delivered. No one recalled seeing anyone strange in the building that morning. It didn't matter – from the feel of the package he knew what was in the envelope, just not which ones. He hadn't been a detective this long not to figure it out. Drake was in the office so he took the envelope to one of the interrogation rooms to examine.

There was no note – that wasn't necessary. The point was made by the pictures inside. They were mild compared to what the other pictures would be, the one's not sent yet. In fact, he could categorize which ones and the order they would show up. He knew this was just the start; these were taken inside Walter's apartment. Evidently he had a video setup installed. What he couldn't guess is when they would start showing up on someone else's desk, and whose desk they would be on.

He was fucked. And not just in the pictures. Drake knew about his affair with Walter, but he never gave him precise details of what they did together. These would most assuredly let him know. Not that Drake would even want to know. These were details a nice straight boy like Drake didn't want to know about, not at all.

Remembering what the final set would include was not something he wanted known to anyone if he could help it. Now all those little 'quirks' started to make too much sense. He had been dragging him down all right, and right now he felt like rock bottom. And he thought he had finally found someone to give his heart to.

He'd have to go to the Chief and that meant admitting all the little things he did with that lowlife. No, perhaps the Commissioner would be the better choice– he would at least understand the original attraction of the affair and be able to tone it down for the Chief.

Maybe he'd wait until he was told what was wanted. Somehow he didn't think it was money. His bet was on information. Police information. His own personal snitch on the NYPD. No, the sooner they started on this the quicker they could settle it. Damn! Just once, couldn't I catch a break in my love life?

JJ had personally dusted the envelope and photos for prints but there was nothing. He hadn't expected to find any. If he had he would have been very suspicious. These guys were pros and didn't play that game. Reluctantly he picked up the photos, returning them to the envelope. Although he really didn't want to, he needed to see the Commissioner.

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He'd been in here for two hours at least. After reprimanding JJ for letting this ride for over a week he offered any assistance he could. The Commissioner needed to know everything – times, dates, locations, who was around when they met, what they did, where they did it, and how often. He wanted exactly what went down at the drug bust, word for word. Could anything have been overheard by the other officers? And why didn't he put this in the report he filed on the drug bust? JJ swore that the man could make the Spanish Inquisition look like a picnic.

Rose had recorded the whole interview with JJ, but marked it as highest security – Police Commissioner's eyes only. He insisted that JJ write an update to the drug bust report mentioning that he personally knew one of the suspects arrested. He was to keep the personal information out of it though. He also requested a report of everything he did since entering the building this morning..

Rose couldn't promise, but he did say that he would try his best to keep as much detail as possible between the two of them. He would handle letting Chief Smith know, but would insist that due to the personal nature of the case that any details would be handed out on a 'need to know' basis. Rose knew the fragility of having your sex life spilled out for public examination with a magnifying glass. No one deserved that, especially when you were gay. Even more-so if you were also a cop.

"Will I be allowed to continue dusting the photos? I would feel very uneasy even with Jim working the case." JJ was nervously fiddling with the end of his tie, trying not to seem nervous, but failing miserably.

Rose looked over his glasses at JJ. "I think that will be fine for now, but should the situation change we may need his expertise. If you should find anything it goes straight to Jim, understood?"

"Agreed Sir, but until that time I'd rather keep this as close to me as possible. I think you understand why."

"I do understand. As soon as you hear anything from the party responsible for this let me know immediately. I truly regret that you got entangled in this kind of situation Detective. Let me know if you need anything. And you may want to speak with the Department Psychiatrist."

Once Rose was convinced he had all the information that JJ could give he dismissed him and sent him back to write his reports on the drug bust and the morning's activities. He then called security to impound the tapes trained on the precinct entrances from the time when Detective Addams left last night until he came in this morning. He wanted them on his desk, with unbroken seals, within the hour.

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Drake had to pickup some files for a court appearance that day and had noticed the envelope on JJ's desk. JJ arrived in his normal bouncy mood and was readying for the day when he spotted the envelope. After a quick glance his face grew dark and he disappeared with the envelope. Drake knew immediately that something was seriously wrong.

On his way back in from his court appearance Drake was cornered by Dee who jokingly asked what JJ did to deserve 2 hours alone with the Commish. Drake brushed it off stating he should be happy it wasn't 2 hours alone with him. Dee heartily agreed, laughing as he headed toward his office.

Drake knew it had to do with Carrington. He had seen how Walter came out of this smelling like a rose and he'd bet dollars to donuts that the envelope held photos of JJ doing things that shouldn't be photographed. What else would prompt such a long meeting with Rose? And poor JJ – he would have had to expose all the intimate details of that affair to his superior. Well, rather Rose than the Chief. At least he understood JJ's preferences. Still, he wouldn't want to be in JJ's shoes for anything right now.

When Drake returned to the office JJ was working at his desk, a very somber look on his face. "JJ. We're going to lunch. Now. No argument." JJ looked up at Drake with worry in his eyes then nodded. He turned off the computer and gathered his coat as Drake rang the Commissioner to let him know that he was taking JJ to lunch. The Commissioner agreed stating it was a good idea and to take whatever time was necessary. That just clinched it for Drake. It had to be that bastard Walter.

When they reached the diner Drake immediately sought out the most isolated booth available. Being they were regulars here he signaled the waitress to bring coffee then steered JJ to the booth.

"You wanna talk, or do you just need some supportive company?"

"Walter sent photos. I had to tell Rose what we did – everything. Shit Drake, what does he want? Money's not something he's after, I don't think. Maybe info? Sheer humiliation? See how long before I break? I don't know. What else is there?"

"He didn't send anything with the photos? No note, demands, threats?"

"No. Maybe he just wants me to squirm."

Both men paused as the waitress placed the coffee and menus in front of them. Both handed back the menus and ordered the daily special – split pea soup and a ham sandwich.

"So what does Rose say? I know you were in there for over 2 hours."

JJ laughed sarcastically. "Glad to see the rumor mill is up to its high standard of quality information. And Rose, in a nutshell? Wait and see what develops. Can't really do much else can we?"

"You gonna be OK? That had to be rough on you, with Rose I mean. Do you think Walter will check out your place – possibly wait for you? Maybe I should go home with you to make sure everything is under control there. You don't need any more surprises today."

JJ's eyes got wide. He hadn't thought about that. After the raid he had the locks changed since Walter had a key, but he still knew where he lived. "Oh god, I didn't even think of that. Sure, if you would Drake. I think I'd feel a bit safer."

The waitress had returned with their order. They had a rule not to talk shop during lunch. so the conversation now centered on the food placed before them and other mundane things, not the nightmare about to begin.