Case 7: Death by Crucifixion

It had been three days since the case with Ed, putting one of their own behind bars had been hard on everyone.

JJ had been distracting himself with training Dorian who was probably the best trained puppy in Grimsborough while David watched him.

The young man honestly couldn't believe he'd only been working for the PD, with David, for eleven days, it felt like months instead.

They were back in work after two days off and Dorian walked at his master's heels as they entered the building to instantly be called into the Chief's office.

When he stopped so did his pup, sitting at his feet and the red-head bent down to fuss over him a little, giving him a treat.

"Tell me you two, have you heard of Gordon Michelli?" King said directly.

"Isn't he the director of the Red Company construction corporation? I HATE those guys, they're only intrested in profit!" JJ smiled at his partner, loving him being so passionate about something.

"Spare me your personal feelings Jones, he was found dead on the Gooseberry Lane construction site this morning, you know your job."

They nodded and exited walking to the garage, the southern leading them to a black SUV.

He unlocked it and placed Dorian in a large cage in the trunk before tossing the keys to Jones who climbed in.

"I like the Impala more."

"But this is more practical, besides I can hardly keep Dorian in that."


"Wow!" JJ let out a long, low whistle as his partner said. "Please tell me crucifixion isn't coming back into fashion."

The younger snorted even though he shouldn't.

"I hope not. Damn what a way to go." He chuckled, 'army' humour falling into place. "Come on let's get to work."

"You know, I've had a religious killer, seems like a contradiction." David mused as he collected a nail gun, as well as a bloody plank.

"Not really, the sacking of Rome, the Crusades not to mention the inquisition. The bible is also hypocrisy back to front, giving a long list of things that someone should be put to death for yet one of the commandments is 'Thou Shalt Not Kill'."

He was piecing together a torn up card.

"I've got a business card for one Dr Lawrence Bishop, a psychologist, well we know who to speak with."

David chuckled at his partner.

"I guess we do."

They saw that the body was on its way and set off.


The little Staffordshire Bull Terrier came with them, behaving perfectly once again as they were greeted by the aged Doctor who somehow looked both smart and scruffy and gave off a none to comforting air, in their opinion at least.

"Dr Bishop. Detective Sargeant Jensen, and this is my partner Detective Inspector Jones."

"We are here to wake you a few questions about Gordon Michelli."

"Why?" The smooth voice was more comforting but still didn't make the feel like relaxing.

"He was found dead on the Gooseberry Lane construction sight this morning, with your torn up business card near by." JJ explained and grey eyebrows rose.

"In that case please take a seat."

They did so and the younger detective lifted Dorian to his lap and watched as the good doctor analyse him.

"This is rather unfortunate, I meet him when I was recruited as a psychologist for his company." His eyes still watched the red head who was focusing more on his dog then the man, or so it would seem.

"Do you know anyone in the company who may have wished him harm? Any of his workers he didn't get along with?" David asks as JJ stopped his fusing and turned towards the other detective, and the elder realised what he was doing and fought off the flush that wanted to appear as the green-eyed gaze crawled over his skin.

"Two names jump to mind. Ed Miller, the union representative, has developed some kind of persecution complex towards his employer. And Frank Janovski, the project manager, drinks whiskey all day long; alcohol makes him remarkably violent. Michelli was about to fire him."

As he said this his tone slowly got angrier as JJ turned more and more to his partner.

"Well, thank you Doctor Bishop, you've been a big help." Jones smiled and stood, JJ following a few seconds later, Dorian in his arms.

"My pleasure and detectives, if you should need any psychological help, feel free see me." The pointed look to the red-head couldn't have been missed by a blind man before they walked out, the pup being set down.

"Just because he's homophobic it doesn't make him guilty."

Green eyes smiled at him with a humour.

"But it might make him religious." Blue eyes lit up with a glimmer.

"You are a genius."


Back at the construction site they spoke with both aforementioned men and learned of the site being vandalized as well as the fact it use to be a church, furthering the religious connection.

"If they did put a complaint in Ramirez will know, let's check back at the station."

And of course he wasn't there, JJ broke into the side draw of his desk and they searched through the mess to find the complaint and JJ started organising the damn thing, far quicker then the other officers present could believe.

"Well look who's here. Ramirez! Get your ass over here!"

Jones glared at the man.

"The Vandalism on Gooseberry Lane, speak."

"Well, I, I, caught the gypsies getting drunk and vandalizing the construction site! Their leader's Nikolay Woloch, I locked him up!"

"Don't mess that draw up again." The officer looked confused before looking in the draw, shocked.

The detectives walked down to the second floor where the interrogation rooms and holding cells were and found Nikolay.

"Mr Woloch, how would you like to get out of here?" Both David and Nikolay looked at him in shock.

The Gypsy's brown eyes looked at him with suspicion.

"And how would I do that?" The words were harsh.

"Don't give me that, I grew up surrounded by witches, Gypsys and more. Look at the very least you are guilty of trespassing." That made the other man pause before he reluctantly nodded. "Gordon Michelli was murdered on the Gooseberry Lane sight last night, you could have seen something?" JJ pointed out reasonably.

"I didn't but, me and the lads weren't the ones who were doing the damage, just drinking whiskey. It was that crazy lady who lives in the old parking lot on Calgary Avenue, you'll know her when you see her." He told them and the red-head could only find truth in it and by the look in blue his partner agreed.

"Okay, you and your boys can go but if you get caught there again don't expect any help." The detective waved the working officer over who nodded and set about leading the five men out.


The car park was typical of industrial, so not good but what was out of the ordinary was the bloody overalls that they found as JJ rummaged through a barrel finding blood spotted gloves.

Dorian was running within the lot, more than happy at being let out to roam for a little while.

They also realised what Nikolay had meant by crazy lady when a grey hair woman with a glass eye was raving about and decided that Dorian was a hellhound, sending him running to his owner.

"Ah Demons! Stay Away! In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti! Amen!"

It was JJ who spoke next, calmly pulling a necklace from beneath his shirt.

"Gloria Patri, et Filio, et Spiritui Sancto. Sicut erat in principio, et nunc, et semper, et in saecula saeculorum. Amen."

The woman stopped raving looking at the detective in shock, especially the rosary around his neck.

"Dorian is as much God's creature as you or I and we capture those who break his laws. A man named Gordon Michelli was murdered on Gooseberry Lane, what do you know about that?" He asked quietly as his pup stopped shaking.

"He was a heathen, he destroyed one of God's houses, that is all I know and the heathen will be punished." And that was all the crazy woman said before she tried skip away before they put her in the back of the SUV.

David paused, catching his partner's arm before he could get in the car.

"What was it you said, that prayer?"

"Glory be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen." He smiled at the other man. "I'm Catholic, not devout by any means but I attend mass on Sundays when I can and always have my rosary." He shrugged before climbing in and David did the same.


Back at base they rummaged on the bomb sight that Ramirez called a desk and found the criminal record for their suspect, Linda Lovara.

While Jones read it JJ was organizing, the marines had drilled it into him.

"Ouch! An officer found her stone drunk, lashing herself in the middle of the street! And she smashed her bottle of whiskey on the head of the poor bastard!" The younger man winced. "Unsurprisingly, she was tried and put in an Institution. She ran away after her psychiatrist was banned on grounds of malpractice. And to top it all, she's addicted to Nervax."

"Shit. Nervax sends you mental if mixed with alcohol, enough to drive you into a psychiatric hospital." He shivered recalling that case.

"Great, the name of the doctor isn't here." Jones huffed but JJ just went on the computer and started hacking and after five minutes found the woman's file via digital. David leaned over his shoulder part of the inspector's firm, well toned chest pressed to the other's back. "Dr Bishop, would you look at that."

This time he felt the shiver that ran through his partner and felt a small smirk slid onto his lips, turning to the side, almost kissing the smooth column of the younger's throat before he pulled away, admiring the beautiful flush across his cheeks and they way his eyes glazed over.

Somehow JJ managed to hold himself together as he walked out to the car, putting Dorian in the back and waiting for the brunette.

The moment David arrived he was slammed into the car, rough lips claiming his and he got lost in it, clutching at broad shoulders and groaning in pleasure for the sound to be swallowed.

He whined in despair when the kiss was broken, groaning again when the plush lips travelled down his throat, a hot tongue burning a path over his pulse before sharp teeth nipped at the sensitive skin and he moaned with each harsh suck.

JJ pulled back, a smirk on his swollen lips, fixing his partner's tie and making sure they were in one piece. His eyes drank in the sight of David flushed and panting, eyes blown black and lush lips red, swollen and shiny.

He couldn't stop himself leaning in, firm bodies pressed together, lips a soft caress rather than rough demand for a few moments before leaning to nip at the brunette's ear.

"Careful who you play games with Detective. It may be more than you can handle." And with that red-head was gone, waiting for his dazed partner to pull himself together, wondering what he'd started.


On the drive to Bishop's they both paid more attention to how they moved like magnets, one shifted, so did the other. In less than two weeks they'd become perfectly attuned to each other.

They managed to shake it off as they spoke with the doctor who merely disregarded the talk of malpractice as a simple disagreement over whiskey on the job.

Rather then heading back to the station they went a little further out to a nice park on the edge of the financial centre.

Dorian was running around happily, playing fetch with a little girl while they ate lunch at a park bench.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, completely relaxed and as they've been doing so far, going with the flow, neither denied the chemistry they had and neither were against it, they'd just see where it went.

Soon the red-head's phone went off but was playing Angel by Theory of a Deadman.

"Hello Grace, what's up Angel?"

"I've got some information for you of course." Jones leaned in to hear. "The overalls and gloves were covered in you victim's blood. I found Nervax in the pocket of the overalls and grey hair in the glove."

"And most of our suspects drink whiskey, great."

"Exactly, also there was blood on that wooden plank that didn't belong to the victim, I typed it AB+."

"Perfect, thank you." As he hung up David was already calling Ramirez to get his ass in gear and check the suspects blood types and weather or not they used Nervax.

JJ collected Dorian, letting the little girl say good bye before they were on their way to the station. Interviewing Linda Lovara was disturbing but confirmed that Bishop was religious before they went to see Nathan, they found the victim had been lashed and that the killer drank whiskey.

"Inspector Jones! I got the information!" Ramirez said excitedly as he popped up in front of them. "Ed Miller and Lawrence Bishop are both AB positive. According to the records Dr Bishop, Miss Lovara and Frank Janovski all take Nervax." He reported.

"Well I know who are killer is, shall we?" JJ asked with a smirk.

"We shall." And Jones lead the way, straight to the Doctor's office.

When he invited them in neither sat and it was the younger man who spoke.

"Tell me Doctor, what gives you the right to carry out God's judgement, to break a commandment, his word and murder a man in cold blood?"

The Doctor looked up, shocked and met cold green eyes.

"I have no idea what you mean."

"I mean lashing a man then pinning him to a cross. I mean leaving him to bleed to death on sacred ground." The last few words made the murderer wince.

"I did nothing but help him carry his cross. He wished to repent his greed and came to me for guidance." Bishop stated but the red-head did not waver.

"That's why we found your business card in shreds then. You forget something Bishop, a man can't nail himself to a cross, not without help, you killed him."

"That heathen deserved his fate." The Doctor stood suddenly, madness lingering in his eyes. "His greed was to great and he destroyed one of God's houses, a holy monument, he had to pay for his crimes." They watched the sick man rave and preach but the next few words stopped him cold.

"Thou shalt not kill." His voice was soft but it cut through the room like a knife. "Murder is a worse sin than greed will ever be and one day, when you are denied entry to heaven you will burn in the devil's house." Never once did his tone change and the elderly man went stark white before his eyes and face hardened.

"And I will see you there sodomite."

"Maybe you will but that is not for you to decide, nor any man, it never was."

Jones moved to cuff the man, reading him his rights before leading him away and into the back of the car.


Later that night found the young man in church, rosary in his fists, head lowered upon them as he prayed, not for forgiveness but that he be guided towards the right choice.

When a firm hand wrapped around his wrist and he looked up into perfect blue eyes, he thought he was and when he bowed his head again it was with a smile, this time praying in thanks.


A/N: I am not majorly religious myself and am Church of England, not Catholic so I'm sorry if I got something wrong or offended someone, because JJ's belief on religion is kind of a vent for my own.