Rating: MA
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Chapter Five
As Randy stared at the beautiful stripper he barely knew as Cody his tongue felt impossible to move, too heavy and stuck in place as he struggled to think of something to say, his mouth hanging open slightly. He was so confused and suddenly convinced he was delusional. Did Dashing really just slip him his phone number? He blinked hard, no fucking way! "Really?" Cody nodded and he almost smiled as he watched his plump bottom lip slip back between his teeth and couldn't ignore the desire burning brightly in the crystals that were his mesmerizing blue eyes. Fuck they were beautiful. And fuck he was such a tease!
He ached to kiss him, badly, but he didn't even try, not after he'd already refused it. He swallowed hard and only gave him a slight nod in response as he took a step back. Whatever Cody wanted he didn't seem to want it at that very moment and as the distance between them forced the safe bubble around them to finally burst he was starting to understand why. Stupidly though he let his eyes travel down the gorgeous length of Cody's body one more time and almost groaned in agony. God he wanted him so fucking bad. "I will." He managed to say with another nod. And he meant it. He'd call just as soon as he had the time...And the balls.
"I don't normally do stuff like this..." Cody whispered, giving his juicy lip between his teeth a break for a moment, "I'm not like, a slut or anything..."
"I didn't think that you were." He told him honestly. That thought hadn't even crossed his mind. In fact there hadn't been enough time for anything to cross his mind really. He was still so shaky from...from him. Not because of the spectacular blow job but, because of him. Randy was so drawn in. He could feel it as he was being pulled by an invisible euphoric force that refused to let him forget about the out place exotic male dancer he barely knew as Cody...The Dashing One...And he didn't fight it...
"Good." Cody whispered again with a small smile and it made Randy ache to kiss him so badly he had to force himself to take another step back to let him finish. "Thank you...Detective Orton."
"ORTON!"
Randy jumped and his eyes went wide as his partners deep voice suddenly echoed down the hallway. "Yeah?" He answered and nearly lunged from the room into the hall, his heart racing and his stomach twisting into one painfully anxious knot. Shit he felt like a kid who'd just got caught with his hand in the fucking cookie jar! Except of course in this case the jar was the room and Cody was the scrumptious cookie he couldn't keep his hands off of. Much worse. And fuck thank god ONE of them had been thinking clearly! Cody just saved him from a disaster of epic proportions! If Hunter had come along and heard them! Oh god!
He felt dizzy and took a deep breath, his heart racing faster as he watched Cody disappear through the other door out of the corner of one eye and Hunter coming towards him out of the other. Oh god fuck! What if Hunter had caught them fucking? Shit! What if Cody told someone about what they did? Jesus how could he risk that! His career would be over so fast! Everything he'd worked so hard for would go right down the god damn drain all because he couldn't keep his dick in his fucking pants!
He clenched his jaw tight out of pure frustration, truly appalled but his own actions. Without the thick haze of desire clouding his mind he was finally thinking clearly again and almost let out a horrified scream. Fucking hell how could he be so fucking careless? What the fuck was he thinking! He needed to get a fucking grip now more than ever!
"Dude..." He took a deep breath and finally spoke again with a nervously laugh as he forced himself to move towards his partner. He had to or Hunter would know something was up, he was just so god damn nosy like that. "I got LOCKED in!" He'd have to deal with his poor judgment later, right now he had to pretend like he hadn't just spent thirty minutes locked within a glimpse of heaven. He had to act like he hadn't just received one hellacious blow job from a fucking suspect! "There's fucking timers on all the doors!"
"Are you fucking serious?" Hunter sounded angry but as they grew closer Randy could see there was a smile trying to slip over his partners lips, "You fucking moron! We don't have time for this!"
"Fuck you." He forced himself to smile and laughed, happy with how well and how quickly he was playing this off, "How was I supposed to know the door was going to lock behind me?" Actually the door had closed on it's own and now that he thought about it, that was pretty fucking weird... He hadn't so much as brushed it on his way inside...
"Maybe check next time!" Hunter said with the last of his anger fading from his voice and started to laugh, "Jesus dude what is it with you and this place?"
Randy rolled his eyes as he shook his head at that,"You're the one who keeps making us come back here." He pointed out and arched a brow, "For dirt on Mizanin that we never find. Come on Hunter I think it's time we changed our game plan."
Hunter let out a huff and he wasn't surprised to see his face scrunch into a scowl. Hunter hated it when he pointed out when his idea's didn't work and tonight was no different. "Well since you had plenty of time to snoop around in there," Hunter snapped in a nasty tone, his scowl deepening as he gestured beyond him to the room at the end of the hall. "You must have found something."
"Nope." That was a bit of a lie. He had found something. He just hadn't found anything that concerned Hunter or the case. Not even the forgotten box of condoms up top the fridge he'd been so curious about earlier. Granted they were out of place but they were in no way any help. He knew they just didn't matter, the condoms wouldn't prove a damn thing and really, he just wanted to get the fuck out of there. "What about you? Did YOU find anything?"
"Nothing." Hunter retorted bitterly, "Not even underage drinking!"
Randy just shook his head. Imagine that, they hadn't found one fucking thing to help their case. Again.
He had to roll his shoulders a bit to relieve a load of tension building upon them. They were back to square one and it seemed they were properly insane too! Doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results was a sign of insanity and Randy was staring to feel it. He was ready to take Hunter by the throat and choke him until he finally admitted that his "ideas" just weren't fucking working! Either that or choke him until he passed out so he could go the fuck home.
"Shit." He swore aloud and started to busy his hands, working on zipping up his jacket. If he didn't they'd wrap themselves around his partners neck or worse, stick themselves in his pockets and touch Cody's number. And he really didn't need that rush of excitement right now. The Dashing one wasn't on his mind at the moment and he really wanted to keep it that way. "What now?" Home he hoped. He was definitely ready to call it a night. They could regroup tomorrow after he'd had some sleep and some time to fucking think.
"We have to get something on Mizanin or the Captain is going to skin us alive." Hunter answered with a heavy sigh, "Let's go have a chat with Mizanin's lawyer and check out that alibi."
Randy frowned as he checked his watch, "At this hour?" What the fuck it was already past midnight? How did that happen?
"Suck it up, Orton. If his lawyer was willing to come here to talk to us then he won't mind us stopping by." Hunter said over his shoulder as he was already leading the way out, his voice growing louder as they reached the end of the hall and prepared to re-enter the loudness of the club, "We'll make it quick!"
Randy nodded silently. Hunter was probably right so there was no point in arguing. Although he seriously doubted the lawyer was going to be of any help, not if he was on Mizanin's "other" payroll. Which he fully suspected that he was because, well, how could he not be? Mizanin always got his way, Randy had seen that first hand. And his theory now was that his lawyer was probably his way into the right pockets of everyone he needed to keep his grimy ass out of jail. From arraignment clerks to the fucking judges he had them all under his thumb or on his fucking pay roll.
Fuck what a mess.
Randy cringed and just when he couldn't take another second of the loud music they spilled out of the hot club and into the cool night's air and he took a thankful breath of the freshness it offered. He wanted to groan but gave his partner's back a quick glare instead. The lawyer would be another dead end, more wasted time and one more fuck you from Mizanin. And Hunter fucking knew it. He just wanted the credit for doing it when the boss came looking for answers and Randy under stood that. He just didn't like it. In fact the only thing that kept him from telling Hunter he was done for the night was his own curiosity.
He wanted to see the lawyer and get a read on him, that way he would know for sure if his suspicions were true and prove that he was not just going off a hunch because Mizanin had pissed him off enough to grasp at straws like that. No in his gut he already knew the lawyers word would be tainted. But still he couldn't help but want to see for himself...
Hunter drove and they were pretty quiet for a while, both letting out only the occasional muffled yawn until Hunter started to chuckle out of nowhere like a madman and reached over and gave Randy's shoulder a nudge. "Dude..." More cackling and Randy was really starting to worry.
"What?"
"I'm just trying to figure out," Hunter started to explain and already Randy knew where he was headed, "What were you doing the whole time you were locked in that room?"
Randy rolled his eyes, of course he was. Nosy fuck. "Mostly I was cursing you." He admitted although he'd completely forgotten about Hunter. Hell he'd forgotten there was a world outside that little room when Cody's mouth took him to new spectacular heights of arousal. "Other than that I was trying to get the fuck out." He continued to lie, "That shit was crazy man. The door fucking closed on it's own."
"And you were in there alone?"
His eyes almost went wide but he caught them in time and nodded quickly. What the fuck? Why would Hunter ask that? "Yeah, thank god." He replied as he eyed his partner suspiciously. That was just...too weird. He studied him hard for a moment, trying to read through his smile and amusement that he suspected was a front and quickly gave up. Fuck he was paranoid. He needed to take a few deep breaths and calm down before he freaked himself out! Hunter didn't know anything! That's why he was asking! Because he was a nosy son of a bitch!
"Dude it would have been fucking hilarious if you'd been stuck in there with one of those fagots!"
"Fuck you." He forced himself to laugh when he really wanted to knock his fucking lights outs. Hunter had no clue how miserable he made his life day in and day out. He had no idea how much Randy HATED that the guys teased him over every little fucking thing! He just didn't fucking get it! "You would have never let me live that down!"
"Hell no! That would be fucking hilarious!" Hunter agreed all too loudly. "But hey, tomorrow when the guys laugh at you, don't get all pissed off. I wouldn't tell anyone this time but I'm going to have to include your little "break" in tonight's report so they're going to find out anyway."
Again he rolled his eyes, his temper threatening to rise and boil over. Of course he was going to include it in the report, he had to. But his partner wasn't fooling him with the nice guy act. He was willing to bet the whole fucking precinct would know about his accidental entrapment before the sun even came up! "You guys don't have to be such asshole's, you know." He struggled to keep his tone steady and without resentment, "You could try giving me a fucking break every now and then." They could just grow the fuck up and be professionals!
"Okay okay, calm down."
He let a growl escape, his hands curling and clutched into fists against his thighs. He was going to fucking explode. "Don't. Tell me to calm down." He fucking hated that too!
"Christ Randy!" Hunter snapped as he made the car take a sharp turn, "Seriously dude you need to lighten up and learn how to take a fucking joke."
"I know how to take a joke." He was quick to snap back. Fuck Hunter! Why did he always have to bring this shit up? "It's just that you assholes aren't fucking funny. You think you are, but you're not. You're all a bunch of fucking morons. The whole lot of you!"
"Fuck you, Orton." Hunter chuckled and appeared to be completely oblivious to his rage. "I'm telling the guys you said that!"
"Do it." He boldly dared him. "What are they going to do? Throw doughnuts at me? Oooh I'm just ah-shakin in my boots. Oh yes, I'm so scared." He stopped to roll his eyes and cross his arms before he watched Hunter carefully, worried he might snap and hit him just as he was close to doing the same to him.
"Alright, enough. We'll fight later." Hunter said and surprised him with another chuckle, "We're here."
Randy barely noticed they were pulling against the curb before a tall building until the car stopped and he tore his eyes from his infuriating partner. He was trying to calm down, making a promise to himself that he'd transfer out of homicide the second Mizanin was locked away and fixed his eyes out the window. If he could just hold his tongue for a little while longer he'd be free of Hunter and the rest of the assholes and never have to worry about them again. Because eventually he'd be their fucking boss. And he'd fire every last one of those incompetent bigots.
He let out a slow deep breath as he squinted to see through the window. The street and sidewalk were all too dark for his liking. And it was far too quiet as they got out of the car. Something wasn't right. He could feel it as he took a hard look around and hated that he couldn't see far enough into the darkness. He doubted he'd even recognize this place if they came back during the day time it was so fucking dark.
"What's this guys name again?" Hunter asked as Randy joined him on the side walk. "Rick Jenston." He answered accurately. Again, he knew Mizanin's entire case file by heart and there wasn't one name from it that had slipped his mind. Especially not his lawyers. Even though this was either the fifth or sixth one Mizanin had thrown at them...
They let themselves inside the building, checking the listing in the breezeway to locate the floor one Mr. Jenston was residing on and found the elevator down the hall to take them up. And Randy was keeping his eyes and ears open the entire time. He could still feel it, something was wrong there and the closer they got, the higher the elevator took them towards Rick Jenston's apartment, the stronger that feeling became.
But he took another breath and tried to relax, desperately hoping he was wrong, "I'm done for the night after this." He stated firmly as he stared at the shiny steal doors of the elevator, "I'll write my report at home and bring it in with me in the morning." He was so fucking tired and home just sounded so god damn good right about now!
"I figured." He heard Hunter respond but didn't look at him, he didn't need to. He could see his blurred reflection in the doors and honestly preferred to see that than the real thing. Hunter was in no way his type and often Randy found he thought his partner was one of the ugliest men he'd ever seen. Of course that had a lot to do with the fact that Hunter was a homophobic bastard who ran his mouth way too fucking much.
The doors opened and they stepped out together, both looking around and spotting the sign along the wall that directed them in the right direction and were quick to follow it. They walked fast, following the numbers on the doors down a long well lit hallway and around a corner before finally growing close to the apartment they were searching for. But as they grew nearer Randy frowned, his eyes catching a black sliver of what he thought was paint around the edges of the door. Shit. The door was open.
"Hunter..." He called to his partner in a whisper as he tilted his head towards the door. Hunter slowed his pace, nodding as he started to reach for his gun beneath his jacket.
Randy knew how this worked and he knew exactly what he was supposed to do in this situation. Instantly he pressed his back to the wall beside the door and drew a gun from a holster on his chest, clicking the safety off in a flash and waited for Hunter to make the next move. He watched patiently as his partner mimicked his movements and put his back to the wall on the other side of the doorway, his gun drawn and the safety clicked out of place. "Mr. Jenston it's the Las Vegas police department! Are you home?"
There was no answer and Hunter dared to reach over and push the door open a little further. "Mr. Jenston? LVPD! We're coming in!" And they did, Randy first, his gun trained nice and steady before him as they crept slowly into the dark, silent apartment.
With the lights off Randy could barely see but he was still confident in his silent steps, going slow and giving his eyes a chance to adjust while his ears listened hard. The silence was a deafening ringing in his ears that he interrupted with a slow breath as he approached what he made out to be was the living room.
"Mr. Jenston!" Hunter startled him and called again. "LVPD!"
"I'll check down stairs, you take the upstairs." Randy told him in a whisper soft voice over his shoulder to get rid of him and he was surprised to hear Hunter agree and hurry off. That was definitely odd. Since when did Hunter take orders from him without bitching first?
Whatever. It was a good thing and he didn't even take a second to think about it as he surveyed the living room contents for anything out of place. There was a small dark brown suede couch and matching love seat positioned beside each other in the corner of the room and neither seemed to be disturbed, nor did the three tall matching brown lamps standing along the wall and beside them. Nothing was visibly wrong that he could see but that feeling in his gut still told him other wise.
Quickly and silently he crossed the soft and what looked to be beige carpet of the living room, keeping his gun steady and his entire body tensed and strained. If there was someone there that meant them hard he was more than ready for them. He and his treasured high power browning would take them out in a fucking heartbeat.
As he entered another hallway he took a fast look around and after he was sure the coast was clear he took the risk and hit the light switch, his eyes squinting shut on their own for a moment and made his heart skip a beat. Fuck that was a stupid thing to do. What if someone was there waiting for the right moment to sneak up and take him down? Fucking idiot.
He shook his head as he pried his lids open, blinking rapidly as they adjusted and came into focus on something shiny and red on the carpet by his feet. What the fuck? He bent down slightly, still keeping his gun out and steady as he quickly eyed the odd looking spot on the floor. It was small, the size of a tiny red bead but still sticking out and illuminated against the beige carpet and as he looked harder he discovered more of them. And his blood turned cold as he realized they seemed to make a trail leading away from the living room and down the hall towards an open door to a dark room.
Fuck! He jerked up and felt ready to wretch. He knew what they were, those tiny red beads... "Hunter!" He called as he started to follow what he now knew to be droplets, his heart racing. "I've got blood here!"
He didn't wait for his partner as he followed them into what he discovered was an office after turning on yet another light and flicked his eyes rapidly over the room. "Mr. Jenston?" He called even though he already knew he wasn't going to answer as he carefully entered the room, swallowing hard as he watched the droplets turn to huge drops and then into a sickening splatter against the floor. His heart was pounding, his stomach flipping and fluttering with fear and adrenaline as a familiar putrid stench in the air filled his nose.
He gripped his gun tighter as his lips drew back into a snarl on their own accord. Fucking Mizanin! But how? He was at the club wasn't he? He snarled again. Fucking hell! Mizanin must have known they'd go to his lawyer that night if he used him as an alibi and played them like the fools they were! He wanted them to find the body. He wanted them to see what he was capable of!
Randy shook with rage. As if they hadn't seen enough already! Fucking bastard!
He let himself snarl one more time and pressed on with a new sense of determination, his own blood boiling as he moved further into the office and continued to follow the sick trail of red to a wide glossy black desk until he reached the other side and slowly lowered his gun.
"Hunter!" He called again, his voice hoarse and this time he heard his partner racing down the stairs.
His stomach was churning, his eyes wide as he stared down at a deceased Rick Jenston in and a horrible mess of blood. His throat cut from ear to fucking ear...
And Randy gulped. "I found him."
TBC
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