Disclaimer for FAKE

Fandom: FAKE

Pairing: Dee/Ryo

Rating: This is work safe. There's some language in it though.

Spoilers: After Vol. 7

Timing: First year of being together. Just after the end of the last volume for sure. I think somewhere in the middle of May maybe since I want it to be spring. Probably just a couple of months after getting together.

Summary: Now we're getting ready to get to the climax of the story. Dee and Bikky have a fire lit under them to get Ryo. Will Hideo come through and help get Ryo out from the inside? And just why is Jerome feeling like this now? Will he be of some help later as well?

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of FAKE. They belong to Sanami Matoh. I'm just a poor fan fic writer. I do own the characters of Lloyd and Jerome.

A/N: Wow I'm on a roll now. I must feel bad for making my readers wait for so long for me to update this story so I'm all fired up to finish it for you all. Thank you so much for not giving up on me. Let's hope I can get chapter 15 out in a timely manner as well.

Beted by no one totally at the moment. Looked at by Vovo after it's up.

Trouble in Little New York Chapter 14

Previously in Trouble in Little New York: Bikky heads out to find some help and meets up with an old friend named Lloyd Benson. Lloyd warns Bikky of the dangerous new gang, the Scythes. Dee is frustrated that he feels that nothing is being done to find Ryo. Dee also feels something familiar about the name Scythes when Bikky mentions it. Hideo turns out to be an ally after all even though there's little he can do to help Ryo at the moment. But he wants to help all that he can. He's just waiting for his time to do so.

The next day:

It was warm spring day. It felt like it was on the verge of summer. Dee is out on the streets in very rumpled gray-blue jeans, a pair of ratty white sneakers, and a wrinkled blank black T-shirt and his hair is very unkempt and tousled. A pair of very dark sunglasses finishes the look. No one notices the small black piece in his ear because his messy hair falls over it. He's in constant contact with Ted, Drake, and JJ while roaming around trying to find some sort of lead for their case. He stands on a corner looking bored from waiting while in reality he was hoping that someone of interest would pass by. He brings his pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulls one out, lights it up and talks a long and grateful drag off of it. While blowing out the smoke, he surveys the people walking along around him. Most of the passerby seemed to be on lunch break or hurrying to take care of important matters. Since he's already asked the several shops along the route about a suspicious car dropping anything in the trash can and none of them able to help him, this was his last effort to find something. After a couple of hours of wandering around, he finally tells his team to call it a day. With a heavy heart, he climbs into a black nondescript black car with Ted.

x x x

Elsewhere, in the same borough, at the same time that Dee and team were leaving, we find Lloyd leaning casually on a brick building. To any passerby, it just looks like he's loitering when in actuality he's there waiting for a client to come to him. His hazel eyes constantly watch for his client or for the cops. After about twenty minutes of waiting, he spots a familiar figure walking towards him. He pushes off of the building's wall and walks over to a young black man of about 25 with a handsome round face and cornrows in his hair. He gives a quick handshake that makes them pull into a quick embrace and then he asks his question. "What's up, Jerome?"

Lloyd and Jerome had been friends for a long time. Even before Jerome joined the Scythes gang. To this day, they still talked to each other and told each other everything about their lives. It was a very trusting relationship between the two. Today was different for Lloyd though. He treats Jerome in his normal friendly manner but he keeps his mouth shut about Bikky and the situation. Knowing that this is a business trip, they take a walk along the city streets to find a secluded place where they could do their transactions and possibly talk a bit.

As they walk along, Lloyd notices that Jerome was looking uneasy. "You know you can trust me, man," he tells the older man, "What's on your mind? Maybe you'll feel better if you talk about it."

"I don't know man," Jerome sighs a little, "I can't talk about it 'cause there's nothing I can do about it. Besides," he gives a side glance at his friend, "I'm pretty sure I can't talk about gang related things to an outsider."

"Look, Jerome. You have spoken to me plenty of times about gang related shit and not once did I ever go and tell any of it to anyone. Not even my own mother." Lloyd says with a small edge to his voice due to the lack of trust from his friend.

Jerome sighs again and then takes a big breath before launching into his story. He tells the entire tale of the first day of the kidnapping of a cop, how he had his hand in it and how it felt to hear a man being raped behind a door that he was guarding in a tiny house on the outskirts of Queens. He tells how creepy his partner at that time, named Kevin, was and by the time he's done with his story he's shaking from head to foot. During the story, the two men had walked all the way to Lloyd's apartment and they were sitting on a couch. He takes a very shaky breath as he looks at Lloyd. He expected to see a shocked face or even a horrified expression but he's glad to see his friend's hazel eyes cool and calm.

Lloyd, however, was far from calm and it took everything in him to portray the look on the outside after hearing the story. His mind was a jumble of thoughts but the one at the top of it all was about how this story sounded very much like Bikky's story about his dad. Even though Jerome had never mentioned the description of the cop, he was certain it was the same person.

"Calm down man," Lloyd tells his shaken friend. "You wanna describe the looks of this cop to me? Maybe that will help you out a bit as well."

"Sure," Jerome says shakily, "He has chestnut colored hair, dark eyes and a pale skin tone."

Lloyd's mind began screaming at him to call Bikky right away after hearing that but he shuts it out quickly before he responds to it. His first priority was to get Jerome out of his home and fast. Making a choice to keep his mouth shut about what he already knows, he gets up from the seat of the couch. "Give me a minute, man. I'm going to get what you came here for." He goes to the freezer and pulls out a potent weed. He measures one ounce from his stash and comes back to the still shivering man on the couch. "Here you go, Jerome. It's the best stuff. I'll even give you a discount for it."

"Thanks, Lloyd," Jerome says as he stands up from the couch to pass the money over. "I do feel better after talking about it."

Jerome couldn't be out of the door fast enough before Lloyd grabbed his phone to speed dial Bikky's number.

x x x

Bikky was in the middle of doing his homework at the table when his cell phone vibrates in his pocket. He answers it quickly when he sees its Lloyd calling. "Hey man, what's up?"

"B, I've got some news for you. I'll warn you though; it's not good at all."

"I'm ready," Bikky says with a steely nerve in his voice although he mind is dreading the absolute worse.

"First the bit of good news there is for you. You're foster father is still alive. And now for the bad part," Lloyd then tells all that he was told by Jerome (though he leaves the name out of the conversation).

As Bikky listens to the story, his face and demeanor becomes worried and angered when he realizes what has happened to Ryo. "Thanks for letting me know, Lloyd. You don't know how much this means to me. We'll keep in touch if anything new comes up." He hangs up.

Still sitting at the table and breathing hard, Bikky replays the story he just heard in his head. I can't believe that my dad is tied up and helpless, he thinks angrily, and he's having unspeakable horrors happen to him by the boss. I can't even describe what I want to do to these people now. He never felt the tears start to trickle down his face. He was still sitting at the table with his head in his hands when Dee comes through the door.

"What's up, Bikky?" Dee calls out as he begins to wander towards the kitchen. When he gets no response, he takes a closer look at the boy and sees the pained expression on his face along with very shiny eyes and a tear stained face. "What happened? Did someone do something to you?" his voice is concerned as he sits at the table next to Bikky.

Not caring that it's Dee with him, Bikky breaks down and falls into Dee's arms sobbing hysterically. He didn't bother trying to say anything through all of his sobs.

Dee holds the blond boy tightly and lets him cry for as long and as hard as needed. After what seemed like forever, the boy finally quiets down and settles into a silent shaking. He waits patiently for Bikky to be ready to speak but he didn't have to wait long for the slender shoulders to move from a deep, shaky breath and then Bikky begins to speak.

"A friend called me just now and he has some very vital information about Ryo," and Bikky tells Dee everything that Lloyd told him (he doesn't mention the name). As he recalls the story, fresh tears fall down his cheeks, especially when he gets to the part about when he heard how the man, who originally told the story, had to clean Ryo up.

After Bikky is done talking, Dee gets up from the table, fuming from his very core. His beloved has been badly hurt and abused and he wasn't going to stand for this one bit. He breaths heavily as he paces back and forth in front of the table. His hands clench and unclench with the itch to punch something into the next millennia. As he continues to pace, his composure begins, yet again, to fail him and tears fall out of his deep green eyes. Suddenly a sob escapes him and he stops dead in his tracks to fall to the floor on his knees. He puts his head into his hands.

Seeing Dee on the floor sobbing for dear life, Bikky gets up from the table quickly and goes to his friend. He kneels down on the floor and puts his arms around the grown man. They were in this together and they needed each other right now. And so just as Dee did for him a short while ago, he does the same now. He just holds the man tightly and lets him cry out his anguish, anger and sorrow.

Feeling the smaller arms around him, Dee grabs them and cries harder. Several minutes later he finally calms down and gently pushes the boy away. He says no words as he gets up from the floor and stalks towards the house phone where he dials Drakes cell phone (ever wonder how he can afford one?).

"Drake," he says with hoarseness in his throat, "Ryo can be found. We still have time. Tell JJ." He doesn't give Drake a moment to speak, instead he hangs up and calls Ted and tells him the same thing. After hanging up with Ted, he calls chief Smith and Berkeley Rose. Once he's done with his phone calls, he turns back to Bikky with eyes that are bright green and lit with a fire. Bikky takes one look at the fiery eyes and takes a small involuntary step back. "Can you get back in contact with the person who gave you the information you just gave me?"

Bikky doesn't say a word but he gives a confident nod.

"I know this is going to be hard but I was hoping that you could give me the name of the person who told you what the other person told them. Also the person who told your contact if it's possible." He waits for Bikky to respond but when he sees the uncertainty in the boy's eyes he adds, "I promise I'll do whatever I can to make sure nothing happens to him or them."

"The guy who gave me the information is Lloyd Benson," Bikky finally answers, "He's like a big brother to me. As for the dude who gave him the information, Lloyd didn't say what it was. But I think I can get from him."

"Good. Let's get all the help we can to find out where these assholes are keeping our Ryo." Dee says with conviction in his voice. "Alright, I have to go back to the precinct. I don't know for how long," he has a slight sadness in his voice for leaving the boy alone again, "but I trust you to get your end of things wrapped up as soon as possible. We'll get our man back and we'll take care of these creeps." The fire was in his eyes again as he leaves the apartment for an unknown amount of time.

More A/N: So now we're getting to the nitty gritty of things. I'm beginning to work my way to trying to free Ryo. Or does he really get freed? Hmm… that's the question I want you all to think about now. Am I cruel and I just want to torture you all or will I be a nice gal and give you all what you really want? Please keep reading to find out. Comments are love. Thanks for putting up with me for this long.