Six Senses

This is set when JJ was still fairly
new at the precinct.

I envision JJ , through the manga , as being
bright, lonely , oversexed and a little
vindicitve . Could he be a klepto ? Oh yes.

Thank God by the end of the series he was
much calmer and more likable.

Moon




JJ isn't the youngest detective at the station by accident or design . He doesn't
have an uncle in the Mayor's office, nor did he seduce the manager of career
advancement. JJ, despite his hyperactive , chatterbox appearance , is smart.
So smart , he graduated from high school at barely sixteen ; college at eighteen ,
and completed the police academy with top of class honors and a 4.0 GPA
at twenty .

He was a beat cop for only four years before making detective , the youngest
officer to do so in almost three decades . He's a natural on the firing range ,
and can handle any assignment from tactical surveillance to SWAT.

He's also a thief .

Oh . not your run of the mill shop lifter or purse snatcher , to be sure .
He's not a white collar embezzler either . He hasn't rigged the books
to pad his sick bank , or stolen money from the Christmas fund .
Hell , he doesn't even take pens home from the office , and even the
Chief does that . No , JJ doesn't steal from the department , or the
community .

He steals from his fellow officers.

The first thing he took , of course , was from Dee . It was an impulse ,
really . By happy chance he happened to catch Dee alone in the locker
room one day .

Alone .

Dee was delicioulsy sweaty , and had just peeled off his tank top to change .
JJ thanked his lucky stars for this glorious vison of shirtless, sweaty male , and
was ready to launch " Dee Seduction Fantasy #5 . "

Then Ryo walked in , dishwater blonde whore that he was . Is .

Dee, of course , practically tripped over his tongue drooling over Ryo as he
began to strip , and followed him to the showers panting like a dog in heat . JJ , and
the sweaty T-shirt , were pointedly ignored .

Neither was there when Dee exited the shower sometime later .

That particular piece of clothing fueled many an erotic solo session
for weeks afterward , until it smelled more like JJ than Dee . JJ washed it ,
and keeps it in his dresser . A little bit of Dee in his bedroom . Probably the
only bit that will ever be there .

JJ would sooner cut off his shooting arm than admit this next secret to
anyone . Ryo , he thinks , arch rival for Dee's affections , has incredibly
beautiful hands . Just another reason to hate him , of course , but when JJ
wears the soft gloves that used to belong to Ryo , it's almost as if those hands
are touching him instead . They aren't expensive gloves even JJ wouldn't be
that spiteful . But they are soft , and warm , and blandly tan . Just like Ryo himself .

Berkeley's scarf is a deep navy , and smells wonderfully like the commmisoner's
cologne . Sometimes , when he's feeling especially decadent , JJ will
take the scarf to bed with him and run the ends over his naked body . The scarf ,
unlike Ryo's gloves , was expensive . That's okay . Berkeley can afford
another one .

The jacket he stole from Ted was the biggest thing JJ's ever taken , and it
was hell to smuggle out of the station . Ted loved that jacket , supple
black leather worn in just right . He'd cursed and turned the station upside
down looking for it for weeks , before he finally broke down and bought
another one .

Whenever JJ feels guilty for taking it , he remembers overhearing Ted
describe to Drake how JJ's ass looked just like a girl's ( ! ) in the
shower room . And all the things Ted wanted to do to it , in graphic , technicolor
detail .

Twice .

JJ smiles , cuddling up with a book on his appartment balcony in the early morning ,
a cup of coffee and Ted's jacket keeping him warm .

JJ's favorite acquistion is his newest . An oversized , plain white T-shirt once
belonging to Drake . He and his partner had returned to the station about a
month prior , after chasing a mugger for nearly three blocks . Three long ,
New York City sized blocks . Drake dragged the guy back to booking by the collar ,
heaving and gasping ( again ) that he was finally going to quit smoking ,
or apply for a desk job .

All three of them were soaked . The mugger's merry trail had lead them down
three alleys , over two fences , and through two dumpsters before he was caught.
All on their way back from their lunch break , and all through a downpour . Not
only were they soaked to the skin , they smelled , too . Exquisitely .

Downstairs in the locker room, the two exhausted detectives peeled off their fouled
clothes and trooped off to the steam , to wash the chase away . They traded barbs over
Drake's lung capacity , and whether he'd actually get his Nicoderm perscription
filled this time or not .

Cleaner and smelling worlds fresher , they made their way to their lockers . Dry
towels awaited , as well as a change of clothes. Some how , in midst of conversation
and the piles of underware on the bench , JJ grabbed the wrong T-shirt and
pulled it on .

The expression on his face as his head emerged from a neckhole two sizes too
large doubled Drake over in laughter . JJ balled his own T-shirt up and threw it
at Drake in retaliation . Then , a secret smile stole over his face .

Drake watched , bemused , as JJ finished dressing , tucking the too-large
shirt in his pants , and pulling on his coat . A half smile formed on Drake's lips .
JJ just grinned , like the cat that ate the canary , and left .

To this day , JJ 'sleeps' with Drake nearly every night .