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Three- Friday

Saruman was shitting bricks. There was no pretty or eloquent way to say it. If it was anatomically possible he would have broken his toilet because building materials would be coming out of his rectum.

And nothing Gandalf did to console or distract him only accomplished so much. He was too caught up in memory lane and wondering what would happen next.

It had been like this for the past week, ever since he had been woken up on Monday morning to detective Zimmermann and those damn flowers on his porch. He decided to stay at Gandalf's house after that. The flowers by themselves wouldn't be so bad, nor the message that came with them, but for the fact that the ring that was also attached had disappeared on its route to the evidence room.

One moment it was being taken away in an evidence bag, the next the officer who had been transporting it was found in his car two hours later, unconscious, and thankfully unharmed, with no bagged ring and no memory of what happened.

Saruman, Gandalf and, by proxy when his boyfriend wasn't around and so rode with them, Radagast started getting a police tail after that. Though they made a point to be discreet so as not to alarm parents, teachers and students alike at the school. Galadriel had offered to give Saruman some time off-to help him or get rid of him during the whole trouble he wasn't sure-but he declined.

Bricks being shat or no, he would not let Sauron keep him from living his life. If he could help it.

But by the mercy of the powers that be nothing-at least nothing that he was aware of- had occurred for the last couple of days. But Saruman knew that what happened on Sunday would not be the last of it. He had gotten the message loud and clear.

At least it was finally Friday, and time to go home for the week. With a small sigh of relief Saruman locked his classroom down for the weekend and went to join Gandalf on the playground. Once more some parents were taking a while to pick up their spawn and Gandalf had opted to simply watch them himself until they were safety taken home.

Upon arriving to the black top he realized the left over tykes-or at least the last of them- was Gandalf's "class couple"-a Bilbo Baggins and Thorin Durin, who, along with whom Saruman considered Gandalf's adopted daughter, a Belladonna Baggins, Gandalf never stopped talking about- and that he wouldn't have to wait long. Said children had already been collected by their mothers and were being walked off to the car. Gandalf waving a last goodbye behind them.

Saruman raised a hand, simultaneously giving his own goodbye and succeeding in getting Gandalf's attention. The other man smiled upon seeing him and quickly made his way over. A glint of paranoia at the back of his mind made Saruman's eyes flick away from Gandalf's handsome face and survey the surrounding area. On the streets around the fenced in play area there were several parked cars. None of which seemed occupied.

"Is everything alright?" Asked Gandalf as he slipped an arm around his waist and pulled Saruman toward him.

Despite his unease Saruman relaxed against his lover, though he did not look at him until he had stared at every car.

"He's not there. I've been keeping my own eye out." Said Gandalf into his ear.

Saruman gave a small, slightly embarrassed huff and turned to him.

"I can't help but look."

"I know. I know you're scared. But I'm here, and I won't let anything happen to you." Gandalf cupped Saruman's face with his free hand.

They shared a quick kiss-which quickly developed into something hotter- and then made their way out of the school. As they walked into the parking lot Saruman saw that they were among the last to leave. He took another look around and saw a familiar man sitting in his car across the street, looking straight at them.

Upon seeing detective Zimmerman Saruman relaxed more fully onto Gandalf.

"What are we doing tonight?" Asked Saruman as he and Gandalf got into the car. This time they had taken his car, so he sat in the driver's seat.

"What do you feel like? As you saw at lunch, Haldir has kidnapped Radagast for the weekend, so we have the whole house to ourselves." As he finished his statement Gandalf wiggled his eyebrows, telling Saruman his suggestion on what they should do.

He had to admit he wasn't very opposed, and couldn't help himself from smiling a little as he put on his seat belt and started the car.

"I can think of a few things…but nothing from page 34! Understand?"

Gandalf laughed as he enjoyed the sight of his boyfriend asserting himself over sexual matters; embarrassed voice, pinked cheeks and all.

"Alright, alright. As you wish." He said with mock dramatics.

Saruman harrumphed good-naturedly and drove out onto the street.

"Before we get to the fun, though, I have to pick up some more things from home."

"Is that wise?" Asked Gandalf, suddenly serious.

The police had apparently kept up a watch on Saruman's home to see if there would be any more activity there, and though so far nothing had been seen he didn't like the thought of going back right now.

Saruman shrugged. "I just want to get a few things, more clothes, maybe some books. It'll take no time at all. Besides, you'll be there with me, won't you Olórin?" Here a slight grin graced his face.

Ganalf returned it and placed his hand comfortingly on Saruman's knee. "Of course, Curunír."

They enjoyed their moment and then Saruman turned back to the road, barely paying any mind to Gandalf's hand, which still rested on his knee. As he was concentrating on the slight traffic which usually clogged the area on weekends, and that he was used to how handsy Gandalf was, he didn't notice how his boyfriend slowly brought his hand up his jean covered leg.

At least until they were at a stop light; that was when his brain finally told him of a very warm hand caressing his sensitive inner thigh. Right next to his now slightly excited privates. Keeping his heating face pointed ahead and on the road Saruman grabbed Gandalf's wrist with one of his hands while he kept the other on the wheel.

"Stop that." He ordered, voice breaking slightly. He was much too responsive for his own good.

"You should keep both hands on the wheel." Answered Gandalf, voice slightly scolding and husky.

"And you should keep your hands to yourself." Growled Saruman, doing his best to express his annoyance and remain stoic in the face of his lover's antics.

Which was becoming harder since Gandalf had continued on as if Saruman was not trying to restrain him at the wrist, and was now massaging the ever growing bulge in his pants. He hoped none of their neighboring drivers could see-or were looking if they could-in to the car.

Gandalf simply laughed, enjoying his boyfriend's predicament. He let up though when the light turned green, but not before giving a final tantalizing stroke of his hand that was clearly meant as a message of "to be continued."

The rest of the ride to Saruman's home Gandalf continued to laugh. Enjoying the show of a flustered and squirming kindergarten teacher that grumbled about inappropriateness and road safety and the fact that there was a police tail on them who probably saw everything. Or enough.

Gandalf's only response was that he hoped he had enjoyed the show, which only made Saruman sputter and he himself laugh more.

Unknown to them, he had. Detective Ira Zimmermann had spied what they were up to as he had managed to be at the right spot behind them to see. It had made him grin despite himself. He had a small chuckle as the light turned green and followed close behind as Mr. White made his way to his home.

He hoped-and was rather sure- it was for only a short visit. There were only a few leads on the case and he and his department were still trying to follow them all. After the theft of the ring from fellow detective Hector Gonzalez the whole Middangeard Organizational Crimes team had stepped up to the plate.

Triggs had dragged him from his desk though, saying that if he didn't want to go home he should at least go on patrol while she took over looking at the evidence. He had wanted to argue, but only somewhat. He had been looking at it all for so long and trying to get information that he was starting to loose himself. Plus he respected his partner's intelligence, if anyone could figure out something new, it would be her and her fresh set of eyes.

Now he was glad that he had covered this patrol, since Saruman was taking a detour. They weren't sure how safe Mr. White was in Mr. Grey's home, but no suspicious cars or persons had been seen in the area so there was a chance the location was unknown. Either way, it was agreed to be safer than Mr. White's abode.

Keeping his distance detective Zimmermann made sure to park his car further down the street as Saruman entered his driveway. He watched as he and Gandalf exited the car and then entered the home. Turning to look up the street he spotted the car of the current patrol officer. At that moment his phone rang and he answered.

"Thanks for sending a forwarding message that they would show up." Came the sarcastic words of one detective Munch right in his ear.

"Sorry."

He got a scoff in reply, followed by a "Whatever, coffee's on you later."

"Any suspicious activity in the area?" He asked as he surveyed the area.

"Nothing of note other than some fumigators for the house next door to White's. The worker's seem rather odd."

"You think all fumigator's are odd." He chided tiredly.

"I'm serious this time. All shifty eyed and they were rather rough with making the house covered and all. Equipment only came in a few duffels."

As he listened Ira looked up the street toward the fumigator's van and the tarp covered house. He noted there was a worker smoking a cigarette as he waited in the driver's seat.

"Well, there's a real company's logo on the car. How long have they been there?"

"About an hour, and as of yet, none of those who came in have yet to come out. You'd think that guy in the van would go and help."

"Yeah…"

"…You think?..."

"Impossible. I didn't even know until they turned on the last street, and I was following them. Your fumigators have been there for a while."

"Could be a ploy to occupy the house long term. There's only one person living there and it wasn't reported he was leaving with any suitcases or the like from the previous patrol. And he has yet to return."

"What's his job?"

"Retired. Might have gone out but…all day? Makes sense if he's going to get fumigated, and he may have transferred his stuff someday before. But…you know? I was just about to investigate actually. Care to join me?"

"Keep your cover. I'll go and you watch my back. Keep your gun and radio close by."

"Roger."

Ira hung up his phone and put it away. With stealth he eased out of his car and made his way to the fumigator van. He quickly hid behind a car near the van and gave a quick look back at Munch before turning his gaze on the driver.

The man behind the van's wheel was rather large and lounged in the car as he smoked yet another cigarette. Ira made a face as he spied several butts on the road right below the window. The man wore a beige uniform and had long, shaggy hair.

Ira flicked his eyes over the van and narrowed them as he got a better look. At first glance the van looked like any other used by this particular company, but the longer he looked the more he realized something was off.

The logo looked as if it was painted on the car in a way that a big company wouldn't do, like the picture was just pasted on or something. It just looked wrong. His eyes traveled to the house-or at least what he could see of it past the van- and he took in the state of the tarp. But it looked clean.

He heard the squawk of a radio and turned his eyes back on the driver and watched as he shifted about and brought one up to his ear. He listened for a minute and then answered some guttural response before putting it back down. The man then flicked the unfinished smoke out the window and started up the van.

Moments later a large commotion could be heard behind the van. Ira made his way over and watched as several workers came out of the house, one went ahead and opened the back doors of the van while two others came out carrying a large duffle and hurriedly placed it in the van. Ira stared.

He recognized them from somewhere…

They left and then came back out with another duffle, Ira watched closely. As they neared the van, and him, he saw that the bag wasn't closed properly and gave him a glimpse inside. He saw a hand. Looking at the workers again he realized where he had seen them.

"Freeze! MPD!"

He was wasting no time and held his gun out, cocked and ready. He came forward and waved it right in their faces.

"Drop the bag and step away from the car!"

The fake fumigators all looked at him, the driver yelled something out. His words a garbled mess Ira couldn't understand. The one who opened the door grinned and turned to him as the other two continued to load the other duffle into the bag.

"I said drop the-ugh."

It had been quick, too quick. The man had practically leapt forward and collided on top of him. Ira shot his gun once and then it was wrestled away from him. Now he was defending himself as the guy atop him punched and scratched at him.

He heard shouts and gunfire, undoubtedly Munch to the rescue. Ira twisted and managed to place a hard punch in his opponent's stomach which gave him an opening to get him off and go for his gun, which had skidded a bit away during the tussle. He had only gotten so far though when suddenly a hand grabbed his ankle and pulled him back. He only had time to turn around and see a large fist nearing his face before everything went black.