It is officially the opposite of christmas. It's summer. :3
Hope y'all are enjoying our vacation!!
Disclaimers: I don;t own Yu-Gi-Oh!...
Christmas Killer
Chapter 3: Contamination
He heard lights switch off a few moments later, and footsteps after that. The door opened, and figure walked in, feeling around with it's hands for a drawer. A minute or to later, he felt Jou crawl into bed with him and curl up beside him, holding onto his shirt and resting his head on his shoulder. Seto smiled and propped a book in front of the digital clock on the bedside table before turning to wrap his arms around Jou's waist and falling asleep.
The next day, time and life itself seemed to slow to an agonizing, silent crawl. The sun rose slower, the coffee brewed sluggishly, and dragging himself out of bed was proving to be an excruciating, harrowing, racking, and agonizing process for Jou. Herculean, even. He slowly shuffled to the kitchen, dragging his feet. Seto was already there, brewing a fresh pot of coffee. The strong, acrid scent filled the kitchen. It was welcome. He opened up the cabinet and pulled out a white-and-blue mug. He closed the cabinet and shuffled over to Seto, leaning against his shoulder, setting the mug down on the counter and gripping onto his arm like it was a lifeline.
"You okay," Seto asked, still enraptured in morning daze as well.
"Mm..." Jou nodded.
"Will you be alright at work today?"
"... Yea.... I'll be fine... Don't worry 'bout me, 'kay?"
"I can't help but worry about you. I live with you, you're my boyfriend. And if I have to worry about someone within a five-mile radius of my person, it has to be you," Seto moved his arm around Jou's shoulders, hugging him.
"No exceptions, substitutions, or refunds?"
"Absolutely not."
"Hhm... Gotta worry about you, too, then... You okay," The blonde mumbled into Seto's shirt.
A beeping noise sounded just then, from the coffee maker, signaling that the sacred process of brewing the coffee was done.
Jou turned to grab his mug, still leaning up against Seto, who had his arms wrapped around the blond's waist.
"You want some coffee," He asked, looking behind him.
"I think I'll get some of yours," Seto took the mug, getting a sipping some of the hot, bitter liquid.
It was silent for a few minutes, before Jou turned to go back to the bedroom, pulling Seto Behind him.
"C'mon, we need to get ready for work," He said.
They finished getting ready fairly quickly and got into the car.
The drive was silent, and fairly quick. Hardly any red lights, hardly any morning rush hour traffic.
They arrived at the prescient to find a crowd of people surrounding it. Camera flashed and clicks, frantic talking, sentences spat out almost spastically, recorders, notepads being furiously scribbled on with ballpoint pens. There were three or four officers trying to push the crowd back, scowling and yelling.
Seto pushed through the crowd, shoving the annoying journalists and reporters out of his way, clearing a pat for him and Jou, who just worried. They reached the front doors safely, thank god.
"Use all nescicariy force to disperse the crowd," Seto said, walking through the glass doors.
Needless to say, there was no more crowd outside after that.
There were techies, scientists, lab directors and employees, forensics experts, investigators, and officers.
"Alright, what have we got," Seto asked, walking up to the director of the investigation.
"It's fairly straight forward-- a break-in after hours; it was probably a burglary gone wrong. The guy broke in, was discovered, panicked, pulled a knife and stabbed the officer," The guy said.
"No... no, that's not what happened," Jou said, interrupting.
"Why do you say that?"
"Well, look at the door to the office. If it's broken, then why is there glass under it and in the outside of the door, not the inside? And the door out front has no jimmy marks on it; and if some guy came in here during operating hours, he would have been video taped, seen by at least a couple dozen people, and people are always here after hours. Someone would have noticed him, right," He said.
"So you're saying that the culprit is someone inside the prescient?"
"Mm-Hm. And this wasn't a robbery, either. Look at his stuff," Jou pointed,"It was just dumped out on the floor. Nobody bothered to look through it. This was deliberate assault on an officer."
Seto smirked at these observations. Whoever said that Jou was an idiot was dead wrong.
The Director walked over to a table to catalogue all the information.
"Well, this case just got a whole ot more serious," Jou said, walking over to the desk.
"D'you see any footprints," He asked.
Seto looked at the floor carefully.
"No," He looked again, "There's nothing--"
There were some vague outlines of a foot in dried blood on the carpet.
"Hm? Did you find something?"
"Yea. Yea, come here and look at this," He waved Jou over, "See that?"
"Yea. Footprint outlines, right? Or something like them," Jou said, "Slippers, maybe? Lab slippers?"
"I think so. So that means someone with access to the forensic lab, which is pretty much everyone in the prescient, did this... it also means they were smart about this. Slippers won't leave shoe tracks."
"And there isn't enough blood to get a shape or size, there's barely any. But still, they don't look to big. A woman, maybe?"
"It's not a possibility to be totally eliminated. It would narrow down the field of possible suspects."
Jou though for a minute before saying, "Well, there's about twenty, twenty-five female officers and lab operators and other workers here, but we can't be sure."
Jou stood up and sighed, walking around the room, before walking back to look at the footprints.
"Hey, look at this," Ha said after a moment, "Look at the carpet, and look closely."
It took a moment, but if one looked carefully, one could see it. Small, whiter lines along with the red.
"Is that... is that bleach," Jou asked.
"Yea, it is," Seto said before standing up.
"Someone get over here and photograph this, and I want whoever was in charge of setting up the clean room to get there ass over here. Now!"
Jou moved aside to make room for a photographer. He walked over to Seto, who was yelling at the lab guys, for contaminating the crime scene (Which they swear they didn't, but he never believed them).
He leaned up against him, holding his hand.
He looked over as the lab guys walked away.
"You alright," He asked.
"Mm-Hm. Yea, yea I'm fine."
"Bullshit."
"Heh... You can always see through me."
"No Public Displays of Affection, boys, or I might just have to report you both," A voice said from behind them.
They both turned around to see Sandrah walking up behind them, holding a cup of coffee, wearing lab gloves and plastic slippers.
"Pfft. C'mon, Sandrah. It's not high school," Jou said.
"Yea, but the way you two are, it makes me feel like it," She said, "You guys want some coffee. I'll run down and pick some up for you."
"Sure. I'd like some," Jou nodded.
"D'you want any, Kaiba?"
"Alright. It'd help," He said.
"'Kay. I'll be back in a minute," She said, before turning and walking out, setting her styrofoam cup on the counter.
Jou watched her leave, still holding Seto's hand tightly.
End ch.3
Yay!! It's done!! ^_^
The crime scene hath been investigated!!! .