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First Year Together: A New Day (May)

chapter 17

A New Day
Chapter 17

Pairing:
Dee/Ryo

Rating:    Okay, we're back to worksafe, kids. You can uncover your eyes now. Hope you're not too traumatized by that
last lemon, but if you read it on FF.net, it was tamed down considerably, so
you're probably wondering what I'm talking about.

Spoilers:   To Volume 7

Timing: Set in May directly after Book 7 ended

Summary:
Ryo is coming to terms with the changes in his relationship with Dee, as
well as his new sexual identity. Meanwhile, Dee and Ryo are trying to find
enough evidence to expose a crooked cop. This story explores homophobic
attitudes but is primarily a love story between two men.

Disclaimer:   I do not own these
characters. They are the property
of Sanami Matoh. I am not making
any money from this.

Author's
notes: There are more
author's notes at the end this time, too. But up front, I just want to say that I
have taken the liberty of inventing some imaginary streets in New York to go
with the imaginary places and people I'm
working with. I have also put the
detectives of the 27^th on a 7 am to 3pm to 11pm to 7am rotating
24-hour clock of shifts, which is consistent with my other stories, but not
consistent with shifts worked by actual NYC detectives. My Fake stories are all set in the same
timeline and follow a sequence, although I am not writing or publishing them in
chronological order. If my altered
shifts and imaginary streets end up preventing a significant number of people
from being able to enjoy other elements of the story, I will consider making
changes.

Please
keep in mind that this is a work of fiction and a whole assortment of things
has been changed to suit the pacing and style of the story. For example, CSI investigations,
fingerprint analyses and lab tests have all been speeded up from the snail's pace at which they occur in real life, and I have done
that to keep the plot moving at a more interesting speed. And although in real life, I have been
publishing chapters of this story since October of 2006 and it's now July of 2007, only about two weeks have gone by since
Dee and Ryo woke up together after the night they first went to the Vietnamese
restaurant, so it's still early days in their newly-changed
relationship.

Chapter
18 is up on my livejournal. If you
want to check it out, here's the address:

http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/

Thank you
to Blue Simplicity for
so devotedly continuing to beta for me through thick and thin. I adore you, as you know!

A New
Day chapter 17

Ryo's
mind tumbled awake to the shrill sound of the alarm clock. He reached out
blindly to switch it off, his one thought being to make that aggravating noise
stop. But the nightstand wasn't
where it ought to be and Dee seemed to be in the wrong place. He sat up quickly and leaned across the
slumbering man beside him. It took him a couple of tries, but when he had
managed to hit the off button, and blessed silence had returned, he looked
around him in some consternation.
What was he doing on this side of the bed? And what was that
gross-looking towel doing there?
He lifted the covers and gaped in horror at the condition of the sheets,
and as he did so, the memories of the night before rushed into his mind and his
face heated with self-consciousness as he recalled how he had behaved. How on earth was he going to face
Bikky? And the neighbors? What if
someone complained? What could he possibly say? It seemed like he hurt all
over. He put a hand to his
head. He should have known better
than to drink three glasses of red wine.
He was okay with white, but red he had to be careful with, as it often
gave him a headache unless it was organic. What had gotten into him?

But
the duties of the day called and there was no time to beat himself up over what
was done. He would just have to
brazen through it somehow. He sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to though. He must never let that happen again. He
grabbed his robe from inside the closet and went to the kitchen to put coffee
on before he started his shower.

At
5:45, he banged on Bikky's door and called to him to wake up. He did the same for Dee, and repaired
to the kitchen to get started on breakfast. Whichever one of them could roll out of bed first could have
first dibs at the shower. May the
best man win.

It
turned out to be Bikky, and as Ryo heard him running the water in the bathroom,
he went to check on Dee who was still sleeping like a log. Dammit, he wasn't going to let Dee
abandon him to face Bikky alone on this of all mornings. He shook him ruthlessly awake, and even
the extreme tiredness in Dee's face and voice didn't arouse sympathy in
him. He knew Dee hadn't been
sleeping well recently, but he was not going to allow Dee to make him
late.

&^&^&^&

Bikky
stood sleepily in the shower, letting the hot water run over his face and hair
and gradually wash his drowsiness down the drain along with the suds. Bikky was not a morning person, and he
always hated the moment when the bang on his door and the shout from Ryo
came. He especially hated waking
up on mornings when Ryo was working first shift.

Bikky
had a separate morning routine for each of the three shifts that Ryo was likely
to work. When his foster-father was on second shift, he had a start time of
three pm, but he got up in the morning to get Bikky up. On those days, it was Bikky's habit to
lie in bed as long as possible, then rush to the bathroom to perform his
ablutions as quickly and, according to Ryo, as messily as possible before
dashing to the door and trying to leave without eating any breakfast. Ryo would
always make him at least take a piece of toast or a fried egg sandwich with
him. When Ryo was on third shift,
he had a start time of eleven pm and he got off shift at seven am. He would usually take the double
precautions of not only setting the alarm clock for Bikky before he left for
work, but also calling him to wake up before he left the precinct to come
home. Left to himself, Bikky was
notorious for hitting the snooze button one too many times and then having to
get ready in a mad scramble. Apparently, Dee did exactly the same thing and Ryo
frequently lectured both of them about it. Ryo would usually arrive home at half past seven and throw
some breakfast together for Bikky before the boy charged out the door at around
eight.

However,
when Ryo was on first shift, he had a start time of seven a.m. and Bikky hated
those mornings most of all. Ryo would usually get up at 5:00 am, and do what he
had to do in the bathroom first before anyone else woke up. (Dee, if he was there, as he so often
seemed to be, was often still asleep) Then Ryo would prepare breakfast. He usually made sandwiches for Bikky or
sent him to school with money for the cafeteria. He tried to make sandwiches though, because he felt there
was more nourishment in homemade food. (Bikky still winced with embarrassment
when he remembered the time Ryo had come to his school to inspect the offerings
at the cafeteria and had found them nutritionally lacking.) On the dreaded first shift mornings, he
made Bikky get up at 5:45 or 6:00 am and they all left the house together at
6:30. Due to one or two
unfortunate incidents where Ryo had trusted Bikky to get himself to school on
time and it hadn't actually worked out that way, NOT leaving the
house with Ryo at 6:30 had become non-negotiable. Bikky's classes at school didn't start until 8:30 and he
only needed thirty-five minutes to get there on foot. He didn't relish the idea of arriving at school an hour and
a half early. Some kids did, but
they were dismissed as geeks. He
certainly wasn't going to risk getting lumped in with the geeks.

Pretty
soon he had hit upon the idea of going to Carol's place and accompanying her to
school. Carol was always delighted
to see him, which was one of the many things he loved about her. Thinking about
her now cheered him up considerably.
Wait 'til he told her about the shit Ryo and the perv had pulled last
night. That had been his DAD in there making all that noise! Even though Bikky was a child of the
streets and by no means ignorant as to what lovers did in bed together, he
still felt a little bit shocked.
Somehow he hadn't expected that.

&^&^&^&^&^

Ryo
exited the bedroom with his chosen tie for the day hanging loosely around his
neck. He always saved putting on
his tie for the last minutes before leaving the house, because he didn't like
to risk getting food on it as he prepared breakfast. To Ryo, a soiled tie was the essence of unprofessionalism.
He encountered Bikky emerging from his room with damp hair, but otherwise
looking more or less ready to go, and directed him to go and eat something. Ryo
was trying his best to act normal.
He was hoping that Bikky wouldn't say anything about any noises he may
have heard the night before. He was almost afraid to look into his son's eyes
for fear of the, in his opinion, well-deserved judgment and censure he might
see there. Accordingly he kept out of the kitchen while Dee and Bikky eyed each
other across the breakfast table. At first there was no talking as they munched
toast and cereal and swilled coffee and orange juice, respectively. When Ryo appeared to pour more coffee into
Dee's cup, Bikky threw down his napkin.

"How'd
you guys sleep last night?" he asked with a challenging look.

Ryo
flushed to the roots of his hair and Dee narrowed his eyes at Bikky. "Why, like a baby,
monkey-brat. How'd the 'homework
session' with Carol go, by the way?"

It
was Bikky's turn to flush and his eyes flashed with anger. Fucking bastard. How did he always know?

"I
shoulda got up and done some extra homework last night, since it was a sure bet
no one on this entire floor was going to get any friggin' SLEEP until a certain
pair of 'lovey-dovey' jackrabbits got their rocks off!"

Dee
leaned back in his chair and gave Bikky an assessing look. Then he said over his shoulder, without
really looking at Ryo, "You know, now that I think about it, since he's
not really using those headphones, maybe you should confiscate them after
all."

But
he was arrested by the suddenly remorseful expression on Bikky's face as he
looked past him to Ryo. Dee turned
around and saw the mortification on Ryo's face, which was bad enough, but
nothing compared to the self-recrimination in his eyes. Sympathy for Ryo, rage against Bikky
and fear for himself all warred within him, and he turned back to blast Bikky,
but found he didn't have the heart.
The kid clearly regretted it.
He was sitting very still, looking down at his plate in silence. Dee saw that it was up to him to break
the unnatural silence that had descended.

"Well,
if we're all done with feeling bad for the time-being, are you guys ready to
go? Maybe we'll beat the cross-town traffic."

&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&

Dee
glanced anxiously at Ryo as his partner drove. The man literally had not spoken a word since Bikky's
outburst at the breakfast table, not even to say good-bye when Bikky had jumped
out of the car across from the Lampson Street bus stop.

"You
know he didn't mean--"

"Dee,
stop." Ryo's voice was flat.

"But--"

"I
said stop." His voice was
hard. Dee stopped.

Dee
rolled down his window and reached with slightly unsteady hands for his
cigarettes. He lit one and sucked
the comforting nicotine into his lungs, grateful for the way it instantly
soothed the rough edges of his jangled nerves. He leaned his elbow out the window and watched the
buildings, intersections and traffic roll by, thinking, Come on Ryo. Get over it. He'll get used to it.
This happens to straight people too.

Ryo's
cell phone rang, but he ignored it.

"You
gonna answer that?" Dee asked.
Ryo ignored him too.

A
couple of minutes later, Dee's cell phone rang.

"Dee,
it's me." It was Bikky's voice, sounding unusually subdued.

"Yo,"
said Dee.

"Tell
him...Tell him...Ah shit. Could
you tell him I..." His voice trailed away.

"Yeah,
I'll tell him. Happy hunting
later."

"Yeah,
see you."

Dee
snapped his phone closed.
"That was Bikky. He's
sorry."

But
nothing, it seemed, could break Ryo's silence or make him take his eyes off the
road, even for a second.

&^&^&^&^&^&^&^

"Dammit
all to Hell!" The Chief was
angry. "I suppose it would've
been too much fucking work to get a warrant for this?"

"Sir,
you know we didn't have the grounds to apply for one," Ryo replied
heatedly. "No judge would've
signed off on it. We weren't on a drug case and we didn't have more than a
guess as to what was in that bag."

"Yeah,
and you know it would've been nowhere to be found by the time we spent all day
fucking around getting a warrant," added Dee.

"Shit,"
the Chief ran a hand through his greying brown hair. "You boys are right. But this means we got no case. Jesus, I hate a dirty cop. We could have nailed Detective Shaver. Actually, maybe I should give IA a call
for this one."

Dee
and Ryo glanced at each other.

"Uh,
sir, we were hoping to nail a bigger fish than Shaver."

"Oh?"

"And
he's IA."

"Christ!
You sure about this?"

"No,
and that's why we need to pay Shaver a visit and see if he's willing to talk."

"Go
get him, then. And don't blow
this, or I'll have your asses in a sling.
Meanwhile I'll talk to the DA and see if we got enough to proceed on
Shaver alone. Even if we can't put
him away, we can at least see about getting him drummed out of the force."

^&^&^&^&^

When
Detectives McLean and Laytner walked into the 51st precinct in the Bronx, they
identified themselves at the front desk and signed in.

"Shall
I give Detective Shaver a call to say you're coming up?" asked the young
male cop behind the counter.

"Nah,
don't bother," said Dee with an easy grin. "We just called from the 27th to say we'd be over
soon." It wasn't strictly a
lie. They had called, but to speak
to Andrea, not Ned. She had
confirmed that he was indeed there and there had been no mistaking the
curiosity in her voice.

"Okay,
I take it you know your way up?"

"Like
the back of my hand, buddy.
Thanks."

They
moved quickly up three flights of stairs, each looking forward to the coming
interview, but for different reasons.

"Detective
Shaver!" Dee called out
jovially. "Long time no
see."

The
man's head jerked up from the file he was reading, and his lip automatically
curled in an expression of disgust while suspicion filled his eyes.

"I'd
say it hasn't been anywhere near long enough."

"Well,
we were just in the neighborhood -- weren't we, Detective McLean? -- and we got
to talking about you and stopped by to see if you'd like to go for coffee with
us."

"Why
the fuck would I wanna do that?"

"Oh,
we heard you like the coffee at Burger King. The one over on Turner usually isn't too crowded at this
time of day."

Shaver
got it immediately, but Dee was disappointed by his reaction. He didn't go pale or look scared, nor
did his mouth drop open. Pretty
tough cookie.

"Why
the hell not. I got a bit of time
today." He stood quickly and
tucked the papers back into his file. He turned to Andrea and called out,
"Hey, partner, can you take my calls for me? I'll be back in about 45 minutes."

"Oh
certainly," replied Andrea
in a mock-eager tone that was completely wasted on him. "Would you like me to tidy your
desk, too?"

"Yeah,
sure, if you got nothing else to do," he said casually as he preceded Dee
and Ryo out the door.

Ryo,
who was last to leave, looked at Andrea with eyebrows raised in sympathy. She just rolled her eyes and shook her
head angrily.

&^&^&^&^

They
sat in the back of a smoky little bar not far from the station, chipped brown
mugs of dishwater-flavored coffee in front of them. It was much less crowded than the bustling coffee shop next
door. Although it was only eleven
o'clock in the morning, there were a couple of sad eyed regulars nursing drinks
over by the pool tables. Ryo was interested to note that the bartender nodded
to Shaver as though he knew him.

"What
you got?" Shaver stirred his
coffee and leaned back so he could look at both of them.

"A
paper bag full of heroin and a dead prostitute," said Ryo.

"OD?"

He
shook his head.
"Fentanyl. And not
just a kick. Enough for a
guaranteed trip to the morgue."

For
the first time, Shaver looked daunted, but only for a second. Dee wasn't fooled. He knew he was scared shitless.

"Someone
must have really wanted Mr. Calvetti dead," he said leaning forward and
blowing smoke in Detective Shaver's face.
"But it's your prints that are on the bag."

There
was a moment of silence and then Shaver pointed at Dee's cigarettes and said,
"Mind if I bum one of those?"

Dee
pushed smokes and lighter toward him and waited until the man had lit one and
inhaled before speaking again.
"Autopsy's tomorrow," he said. "But we already know the outcome 'cause we ran the
drugs through the lab."

Shaver's
eyes flickered from Dee to Ryo.
"Warrant?"

"No."

"You
got nuthin'." He tried to put
some bravado into his voice, but it wasn't quite convincing.

"Not
quite nothing," corrected Dee.
"D.A. says we got enough to go to court." The second lie of the day. Only God and the Chief knew what the
D.A. had said, because Dee and Ryo had not been present for that particular
conversation.

"The
evidence'll be thrown out."

"But
WHAT a nasty black mark next to your name," said Dee.

"In
addition to that other nasty black mark," added Ryo who had done a little
digging on Detective Shaver.
"And once we get IA going on this, who knows what else might turn
up?"

Shaver
snorted. "You're not going to
get anything from them. They're
not as competent as people think."

"Well,
that's what we think too," said Ryo.

"What
the hell do you want? Why are you
telling me this, anyway?"

"You're
looking at murder one," said Dee. "It might even stick. But Detective
Mclean and me, we don't think you knew about the fentanyl."

"We've
got a feeling you were set up." Ryo met Shaver's eyes frankly. "We're thinking that might have
occurred to you too."

"And
you can bet whoever you're working for has covered his own ass," added
Dee. "Another smoke?"

"Yeah. So, go on."

"Give
us the guy you're working for."

Shaver
paused in the act of lighting his second cigarette. "And?"

"And
we'll do what we can to keep you out of jail," said Ryo. "As you said, the bag is
inadmissible. You've got a shot
here. Give us something
real."

Shaver's
eyes went to the walls, which were covered with old black and whites of NYPD
officers from the forties and fifties.
It was clear that this used to be a hangout for cops in fatter times.

"Lemme
think about it," he finally said.
"Give me a couple days to mull it over. What you're asking me to do could get me killed or
worse."

Killed
or worse? Interesting choice of words, thought Ryo, but aloud he said, "Call us on the weekend."

&^&^&^&^&^&^&^&^

--end of chapter 17—

MORE Author's Notes:
I welcome feedback from you, the readers. I don't mind if you want to say something that might be
construed as critical, as long as you say it nicely. If you feel I've made a mistake, or forgotten something, go
ahead and point it out to me, and I'll give it my serious attention. It will
provide me with a chance to either correct it or explain why I did it. Honest discussion is ten times better
than silent condemnation. However, I retain the right to leave things the way
they are if I feel it best suits the purposes of the story to do so. It's my little
labor of love after all!

Thank
you so much for reading this far, and also for your patience during the
sometimes quite long periods of time in between my posts! I appreciate all of you and wish I
could give you all cookies and chai tea.

--Brit
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