Case 27: The Lake's Bride
JJ's fingers flew across the keys as he wrote the story coming together perfectly before he was interrupted by Ramirez, looking jumpy as always.
"They dragged a car from the west side of the lake, but, there was something dead looking. I came back immediately." He panted, looking out of breath.
"Go talk with the Chief, we'll get on it." David interrupted and they both left, Dorian on their heels.
It didn't take them long to get there and the detectives could easily make out the limp arm hanging over the side of the boot. The car was pulled up on the side of an otherwise picturesque lake though there was a swamp like quality to it.
Opening the boot the woman was wearing a white dress as if she were going to be married. David was the one looking for her ID while JJ did what he did best, find the evidence.
He found a set of soggy, torn up shreds of paper that he carefully collected and set to dry on top of the car.
"I found this, in a pile of algae." They were odd blue scales that looked real but could have been fake, they'd find out at the lab. "The victim is the car owner Mary Gray, on the scene we have the local fisherman over there and the victims sister is here, Elizabeth Gray." David finished.
"I'll take the sister." JJ smiled and turned without waiting for a reply, though the main reason was because Dorian was beside the woman, giving what comfort he could.
"Elizabeth Gray. Lieutenant James Jensen, could you tell me about your sister?" The red head nodded looking stone faced but JJ could make out the emotions beneath, the grief.
"She was a dreamer, always waiting for her prince charming, a true gentleman. She would follow them anywhere so long as they acted the right way regardless of what was underneath." She huffed out a breath, lightly tinged with grief. "She was seeing someone but she wouldn't tell me anything, said I'd ruin it." She glanced down for a moment, hiding the
"Thank you Ma'am." JJ turned away and whet back to the car where his lover soon joined him.
"The fisherman is mental, or at least I think he is. Apparently the scales came from the Creature of the Lake. Is that possible?" David asked.
"Disbelieve nothing, be ready to believe anything." Green eyes shined bright with mirth.
"Right, anyway it's almost never been seen just heard." David added. "Mr Russel was more interested in getting his fishing spot back."
They both grimaced darkly before the younger called his pup over and they set off to the station.
JJ found the letter hard to construct but did manage it to find and unsurprisingly blurred mess that he sent to Alex, hoping one of his computers would find something.
The two detectives spent their time until well after lunch looking for information on the victim but didn't find much, if fact they had nothing until Alex found out that Mary was at the yard sale.
They made their way down their, JJ wound up like a spring form the waiting around and was glad to just be doing something even if it was looking over a cluttered stall.
While JJ looked over a newspaper ad that was frankly sickening in its dreaminess, he could understand Elizabeth, David was talking with someone, a supposed friend of the victim.
JJ also found a box of junk which contained an odd stamp with a romantic scene, he would have to get that back to Grace.
Today though was turning out to be one of those days when JJ was coiling like a spring with the tension of the case. It was rubbing him the wrong way as it reminded him of a twisted version of Romeo and Juliet, two deluded people who were in love with the idea of being in love. Their killer was the poet Alexander Vladinsky, he just needed the proof for it.
Anyone who murdered for supposed love made JJ's blood boil and his lover could see it and that only caused the red-head to turn that anger inwards at himself.
They had completed the day by finding the 'creature' at the edge of the lake before it had submerged its self in the waters.
When they were home JJ soon found himself pushed down onto the bed, David stradling his lap, rolling his hips and making the younger groan, arching his back and gripping his lovers hips, pressing the first bruises in weeks into the beautiful smooth skin.
The brunette slid his hands under the others shirt, finding something erotic in seeing JJ slowly fall apart, still dressed with that bloody, infuriatingly sexy leather jacket on. Even the gun holsters, wrapped tight around strong muscles made his heart jump.
JJ reached up, curling his hand around the others tie and pulled him down, claiming his lips in a bruising kiss that sent their heads spinning as the pleasure got higher and higher and they made each other feel like teenagers again.
They came together, shuddering deeply and world going both hazy and sharp in the way only endorphins could manage.
Before they realised it they were stripped off and in the shower, enjoying the night together.
The next morning they grabbed the scuba gear and dived into the lake, finding the creature suit and got it to Grace who gave them the last piece of information they need to bring the deluded psychopath who thought murder and passion were perfect mates to prison and JJ was glad the bloody case was over, they were waiting for a very enjoyable threesome with a certain hunter.
A/N: Sorry this is short, I hope you enjoy regardless.
