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FAKE First Year Together: A New Day (May)

Chapter 27

Pairing:
Dee/Ryo

Fandom: FAKE

Rating:    More lemons! I don't
know what's gotten into me recently. This chapter is pretty well half
lemon. Be careful and don�t read
it at work. I really have no idea whether to call this 'mature' or NC-17.
Nudity and graphic sexual acts between two men in a committed
relationship.

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 FAKE or any of the characters created by Sanami Matoh (Tina
Greenspan, Eddie Calvetti, and Ned Shaver are mine, however).   Nobody is paying me to write this
story, although there might be those out there who would consider paying me to
stop!

Author's notes: Please read and
review. I stole a line from the wonderful RPG Fake 2^nd chances! Fans of the RPG might recognize
it. If you've never checked out this RPG, this is the address for the
beginning. http://community.livejournal.com/fake_2nd_chance/2004/06/12/

It takes a few posts
to get off the ground, but it's wonderfully entertaining,
and absolutely hilarious! It
starts from between volumes 4 and 5.

Thank you to Bluesimplicity and Mtemplar for catching
my gazillion screw-ups. You guys
are wonderful. Thanks also to
bale-ikura for your help with legal terminology. I appreciate your willingness to help me.

A New Day

Chapter
27

Ryo straightened up
from a crouching position in front of the bottom drawer of the file cabinet to
find himself unexpectedly nose to nose with JJ.

"Ack!" he
exclaimed, almost dropping his files.

"Sorry, Ryo.
Didn't you hear me knock?""

It did not escape
Ryo's attention that, despite the 'sorry', JJ's manner and tone of voice were
completely devoid of any vestiges of apology. Worse, there was just the
faintest hint of a smile playing about his lips. Ryo felt annoyed, but he kept
his face neutral. He was also pretty sure the younger detective hadn't
actually knocked.

"No, I guess I
didn't," he replied. "Next time, please try knocking
louder." He deliberately turned away without answering JJ's unspoken
question.

JJ was obviously
unable to go away without asking it. "Where's Dee? I thought
he said he would be in today."

"He went down
to records room two. He might still be there, especially if Annette's
there."

"Annette?"
JJ's voice rose slightly. "The one with the big...?"

"Yeah,"
said Ryo, opening the top drawer of another file cabinet. "That
one."

"See ya, Ryo!
Have a good night and everything, okay?" JJ exited the office rapidly
with a determined look on his face.

Ryo pulled out one
more file, transferred the whole pile to his briefcase and headed for the door.
He was just switching out the light when he saw Drake coming down the hallway.

"Hey,
Ryo," the other man said by way of greeting, looking delighted to see him.
"How are you feeling? I heard you and Dee got into quite a brawl on
Friday night."

"That's right,
we did," agreed Ryo. "But I'm not the one who got shot. That was poor
Dee."

"Yeah! JJ
told me. That partner of yours is so fucking lucky, I don't know how he
does it. He must have been born with horseshoes up his ass, that's all I've got
to say." Drake shook his head in amazement at Dee's narrow escape.
"The witness said he was shot at close range, less than fifteen feet.
Jesus."

"Witness?
What witness?"

"Guy that came
in yesterday. Said he saw the whole thing. Seemed to be scared of
JJ for some reason."

"Did he leave a
name?"

"Yeah, but I
forgot. It wasn't me who took his statement."

Ryo wondered if the
witness had been Frank Marchall. Then he remembered that he ought to
thank Sheldon on his way out. He had been the one who had processed the
paperwork on the skinhead assault of Dee and himself late on Friday night. That
bit of help had been what had allowed him to stay at the hospital overnight
with Dee. He really did have great co-workers. Well, most of them,
anyway.

"Walk with me,
Drake. I've got to get going, but I wanna hear about that miracle you and
JJ pulled off in the Lydgate case. Is it true what I hear?" He
pulled the door shut behind him and he and Drake started strolling down the
hallway together.

"Well, I guess
that depends on what you've heard." Drake tugged restlessly at the
knot of his tie.

"Only that you
cracked the case. You nailed the bastard! We've all spent weeks
spinning our wheels on that one. Way to go."

"Thanks,"
said Drake with a grin that looked more like a grimace. "But the
guy's not in custody yet. We got a little more work to do first. We
need that DNA test he's been refusing to submit to."

"You'll find a
way to get it," Ryo said reassuringly as they started down the stairs.

"That's what
Chief said. Only he added, 'Or else'."

Ryo grinned.
"That just means he has faith in you, that's all. But
seriously, you've done us all a favor."

"You think so?
Say, maybe if that's the case, the rest of the CI division wouldn't mind
springing for pizza tomorrow." Drake looked hopeful.

"Tell you what,
" said Ryo, trying not to laugh at his fellow detective's predictability.
"I will personally buy you and JJ matching pizzas the day Mr.
Lydgate gets taken in for his arraignment. He'll never make bail if the
evidence is as good as I've heard."

"You're on,
dude!" Drake playfully punched his arm. "Hey, where's
Dee? He around?"

"Well, I left
him sitting in the car but ten to one he got bored and is yakking away to
someone out front."

"Tell him to
take it easy," Drake said. "I gotta go find JJ. Good
night!" He took his leave of Ryo on the second floor.

After a detour to
thank Sheldon, Ryo found Dee on the front step, smoking with a couple of the
surveillance guys. They were all laughing uproariously. Ryo
couldn't help grinning at him. Dee certainly had a way with a joke.

"Looks like
your meds have finally kicked in," he observed good-naturedly.

"Nah, this
energy is courtesy of Starbucks," Dee said. "Thanks for the
coffee, bro." He raised his paper cup at Ryo. "You ready
to go?"

Ryo
nodded and they said goodbye to the other two officers.

"We're
still stopping by my place, right?"

"If
you still want to."

"Dude! I've been wearing the same shorts since Friday night.
Of course I want to. And I want a change of clothes for tomorrow,
too."

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

           Ryo
stood in front of Dee's closet, flipping through his clothes. Dee was getting changed behind him and
he didn't want to turn around and look.
Or more specifically, he didn't want Dee to catch him looking.

"Which suit do
you want?"

"The grey
one."

"That one's too
nice for work. Pick another
one."

"Well, that's
the only one that's ready to go."

"What's wrong
with your blue one?" There
was a slight edge to Ryo's voice that caused Dee's ears to prick up warily.

"JJ tackled me
when I was eating an apple. It
needs to go to the cleaners."

"Your black
one?"

"JJ tackled me
when I was standing next to Ted.
Bastard was drinking chocolate milk."

Ryo gritted his
teeth and glared at Dee over his shoulder. "How about your brown one, then?" He turned back quickly because Dee was
standing next to his bed wearing nothing but a pair of tight black boxers and
an unbuttoned pastel shirt that contrasted beautifully with his olive skin.

"I hate that
one," said Dee. "Brown is not my color. Besides, the lapels are two years out of style. I don't know why I haven't gotten rid
of it."

"Well, we're bringing
it anyway. Maybe you can wear it
later in the week after JJ attacks you with a -- a cinnamon bun or something,
and wrecks your gray suit too." Ryo could hear the resentment in his own
voice and silently scolded himself for not being able to control it.

"Ryo, what's
with you?" Dee was suddenly
standing behind him, his hand lightly touching one of Ryo's shoulders. "Don't tell me you're jealous...of
JJ?"

Ryo shrugged his
hand off savagely, his face burning.
He could hear the grin in Dee's voice and it infuriated him.

"I am NOT jealous of
JJ!" he snapped, and continued to yank hangers to the left, one after
another.

"Well, you're
jealous of somebody," murmured Dee, pressing a kiss to the back of his
neck. He crowded a little closer
to his partner, who really had nowhere to go to get away from him except into
the closet. Like a hound on the
scent, Dee felt that an impromptu sexual skirmish would shortly be in the
cards. His instincts were usually
bang on about such things.

Ryo shifted his
shoulders irritably and nudged Dee with his elbow on the non-injured side of
his body. He wished he could elbow
him much harder, but he refrained. His nudge didn't seem to have an effect,
though, as Dee didn't budge.
"Which shirt is your best shirt?" Ryo demanded.

"What the hell
does that have to do with anything?"
Dee slid his arm lightly around Ryo's taut abdomen from behind, and
tried not to smile when he felt his partner struggle briefly against him. The struggle only resulted in Dee's
groin being pressed up against Ryo's ass.

Ryo wriggled around
in the tight space so he could see his partner. His eyes were baleful. "I just thought you'd wanna be
sure to wear it when we meet with that...that attractive Detective Greenspan
tomorrow," he said.

Without a word, Dee
sent his hand up to cup the side of his lover's face and the next thing Ryo
knew, he was being kissed passionately and aggressively, with no warning and
nothing held back. Dee's tongue
tasted faintly of coffee and cigarettes and the promise of something sweeter.

"You..."
murmured Dee between kisses, "...are such an idiot."

"Fuck
you," Ryo retorted in a throaty voice, kissing him back and wondering why
the hell he was responding when he was feeling so inexplicably pissed off with
him.

"Idiot,"
repeated Dee, taking hold of his partner's necktie and kissing him again.
"Dimwit. Doofus." He
began to walk backwards towards the bed, towing Ryo with him by his tie,
kissing him hungrily and murmuring tender insults into his mouth all the while.
"Moron...Mmmm....Dork..."

"I should be
saying those things to YOU," gasped Ryo. "What the hell do
you...Mmmph...Ahh!...do you think you're doing? I'm mad at you, you know!"

"Yes, I know,
my darling Dumbass." Dee stripped off Ryo's tie and rapidly undid the
buttons of his dress shirt.
"But you also want me to feel you up and suck your cock, don't
you?" His hand slid inside Ryo's shirt and roamed up over his pectorals.
Ryo's skin felt hot and Dee liked the way his lover's heart was beating
excitedly against his chest. His nipples were already hard and when Dee tweaked
one and began rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, Ryo uttered an angry
little moan and trembled against him.

"No! I -- well, yes," he admitted and
his mouth sought out Dee's again for a brief sucking kiss. "Why, Dee? What the hell is wrong with me?"
He moaned again as he felt Dee's hand pass in a confident caress over the
aching erection which was straining against the front of his pants.

"You love me,
that's all," whispered Dee. "And you're a sweet, jealous, clueless
airhead who doesn't even realize that that little bitch wanted YOU, not
me." He continued to stroke
Ryo's penis through his clothes.

"No she
didn't," panted Ryo. "She kept staring at your shoulders and your
face, and then your butt when you turned around." He frowned through his desire, feeling
annoyed again.

"That's because
you've got a smokin' hot boyfriend, baby." Dee's teeth flashed in a quick
grin while his hands were unfastening Ryo's belt and tugging at the top button
of his fly. "But she still decided on you in the end."

"No, I could
see her smiling at you and trying to get you to look at her -- which you did!
Did you have to flirt with her like that?" Ryo yanked the collar of Dee's
open shirt off his shoulder and bit his neck, sucking hard and marking him
possessively. "Why make her think she can have you? She can't have you!
You're mine."

Dee felt an incredible
thrill run through him at the sound of those words. His own erection throbbed madly at the way Ryo had just laid
such fierce claim to him. No one
had ever said those words to him before, and he suddenly realized that he had
been waiting all his life to hear them.

"That's
right," he whispered against Ryo's neck, dragging down the man's zipper
and reaching for his sex, which all but leapt into his hand. "I'm yours, only yours, for as
long as you want me."

"Dee!" Ryo groaned with the acute pleasure of
what Dee's fingers were doing to him. "I want you..." His trousers
had pooled around his ankles and he couldn't move. Dee turned him slightly and pushed him down into a sitting
position on the edge of the bed, all without letting go of his penis.

Ryo lay back on the
bed, still in his suit jacket, with his shirt open to the waist and his
erection protruding from his shorts. Dee wished he could climb on top of him
and apply lips, teeth and tongue to his partner's flat belly and beautifully
sculpted chest. But bending at the
waist was a bit difficult for him with a healing wound on his lower left side,
and he decided not to risk it. He
could kneel though, so he gingerly dropped to his knees in front of Ryo's open
thighs and gently disengaged Ryo's dress pants from around his ankles so that
he could spread his legs properly.
He caressed Ryo's calves and thighs and rubbed his face reverently
against his crotch, while the recipient of all his love and desire lay back on
the bed, propped up on his elbows, panting with desire and watching him
ardently. Dee could see that Ryo
was waiting for the pleasure to begin, waiting for the intense sensual
gratification, which both of them knew that Dee's hands and mouth would
unfailingly deliver. He slowly tugged his partner's shorts down over his hips,
enjoying the sight of his fully engorged penis and balls as they came into full
view, just inches from his face. Ryo's testes were drawn up tightly to his
body, and Dee smiled, thinking of the load he would shortly be draining out of
them. He gave the whole package a
sensual nuzzle before drawing back so that Ryo could close his legs long enough
for his underwear to be removed.
When the other man was fully naked from the waist down Dee bent his head
to his work. Ryo's manhood, in its
nest of chestnut brown curls, intoxicated him with its sexy, musky aroma,
slightly spicy with sweat and hormones. He breathed it in deeply through his
nose and the scent seemed to travel right down to his own penis, arousing in it
the desire to climb on top of this stunningly handsome man on the bed and fuck
him deeply and possessively in that tight, private channel hidden in the cleft
of his buttocks. He knew that was
out of the question, however, and he sent a silent message to his cock,
ordering it to settle down and think about something else.

"Dee, how's
your wound?" Ryo's voice was shaky with desire, but Dee knew he would shut
things down without a second thought if he suspected that Dee was in any pain.

"Fine,
love," he said. "As long
as I don't twist or bend, I can do this.
God, I want to do this..."

As he licked Ryo's
testicles and stroked his hot, throbbing length, he could feel his mouth
filling with the extra saliva that would enable him to get his lover's whole
shaft into his throat. He loved
sucking cock; in fact his body was now so trained to it that he often salivated
just at the thought. He couldn't
wait to get Ryo's dick into his mouth.

His formerly silent
bedroom was soon filled with wet, slurping sounds, along with sighs and moans
from Ryo that started out soft and low, but got louder and breathier as Dee
took him closer to climax. He
didn't allow Ryo to come as quickly as he wanted to, however. He brought his
lover to the edge twice, backing him off each time, but it was mainly because
he himself didn't want it to end yet. On the third time he led Ryo to the
precipice, he let him go over, enjoying the way his moans increased in
intensity until, with a startled shout, he flooded Dee's mouth with his
slightly bitter, but to Dee, utterly erotic, ejaculate. The taste of it sent him hurtling
headlong into his own orgasm, which he shuddered though silently on account of
having swallowed Ryo's penis back into his throat again.

As the last
tremulous spasms of pleasure fell away from him, a pressing need for oxygen
caused him to draw his head off Ryo's member and take a couple of deep breaths.

His eyes met Ryo's
and he tried for a grin. "Still mad at me?" His voice was a little
hoarse, due to what he had been doing.

"No,"
whispered Ryo. "Love you too much." He held out his arms. "Come
hold me."

Dee did, lying on
his right side and caressing Ryo's body with long, loving strokes. Presently,
he spoke. "You're still hard."

"Yeah,"
said Ryo. "But it'll settle down eventually if we ignore it."

"I have no
intention of ignoring it. For two
and a half years I begged God to bring me this. It would be an insult to his
bounty if I didn't get you off again..."

"Uh, Dee, I
REALLY don't think God would mind if you just took a rest like you've been
needing to do all day."

"You wish I
could fuck you, don't you?"

Ryo didn't respond,
but his cheeks went a little pinker and his penis got harder under Dee's idly
stroking hand.

Dee sighed. "I wish I could fuck you too. But I think it would be asking for
trouble."

"Maybe on
Thursday or Friday," said Ryo without looking at him, "When Bikky's
at school. You're off those days too, right?"

"I'm off
Friday, not Thursday."

"Friday,
then. We can try, anyway."

"Try,
nothing. We're full-on doing it,
no matter what my fucking stitches think. Now pass me that lube over there on
the nightstand. I'm gonna beat you into submission. And take your jacket off so
I can look at you."

Ryo didn't argue
with him. For whatever reason, he was overflowing with sexual energy today and
he knew that he needed another orgasm to completely calm himself.

At first, they lay on
their sides facing each other, and Dee jerked him with a lubricant-slick hand
while kissing him at intervals and describing in lurid detail exactly how he
planned to fuck him next Friday. When the position became too difficult for Dee
to maintain, he rolled onto his back and got Ryo to kneel beside him with his
thighs spread apart. This allowed him to caress Ryo's left thigh and buttock
with his right hand while continuing to masturbate him to completion with his
left. When the moment came, Dee aimed Ryo's penis in the direction of his face,
and managed to catch some of his seed in his mouth. The rest splashed across his throat and cheek, and some of
it landed on the pillow.

When Ryo subsided,
he stared at Dee's face in dismay and guilt. "Oh no, look what I've
done! I'll be right back." He
headed off to the bathroom on slightly shaky legs and returned with a warm
washcloth, which he used to wipe Dee's face and neck. Then he dabbed at the
pillow.

"You really
ought to do laundry before you sleep here again."

"No way. That
pillow, as is, is a wet dream waiting to happen."

"Dee, that's
disgusting."

"Whatever you
say, babe." Dee then horrified Ryo by hugging the pillow.

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


"Oh, hello there, Andrea," Dee said into the phone, sounding
surprised. "How ya doin', hon?" He held the phone away from his ear,
grinning at Ryo, while a screeching sound issued from it. He brought the phone
back to his ear and continued,


"Well as much as I love our little conversations, it was actually
Detective Shaver I was looking for. Has he come in yet?"

          At that
moment Ted pushed open the door and said with a grin, "It's Walrus time.
He's ready for you guys. Looks crabby too. Better you than me!" He left
them with a cheerful wave.

"I'll be sure
to tell him, DETECTIVE Fowler," Dee was saying into the phone with
exaggerated politeness. "Have a nice day, ma'am." He hung up and
smirked at Ryo. "She said to tell you that your partner is an
asshole."

"I'm sure she
didn't mean that," Ryo said. "Come on, get your coffee. Chief wants us."

They left the office
and strode down the hall together. "Shaver called in sick today," Dee
said to Ryo. "And you know he didn't answer his phone both times I called
last night."

Ryo nodded.
"Something's up," he said. "You're gonna have to go and see him
after our appointment at Bam's. If Abernathy decides to take him out too, we're
screwed."

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

"Come in,
boys," the Chief called out. "Commissioner Rose is probably gonna
drop by for part of this meeting, so I just wanted to let you know that right
off the bat. Dee, get that look off your face. He's in a position to fast-tracks funds and manpower for
this case, and you should be grateful for that. No---" He held up a hand to forestall any smart remarks
from Dee, who had indeed opened his mouth to deliver one. "Spare me the
sass. Let's get on with this."

"Yes,
sir," Ryo said, and launched into the newest development of the corruption
case they were working on, which was that Lieutenant Abernathy had apparently
called Detective Greenspan of the 99th to inform her of Bikky's involvement
with Eddie and specifically, with the arrangement of the meeting that had led
him to Bam's.

"I think that
means he took the laptop from Eddie, Chief," Ryo concluded.
"Contacting Detective Greenspan was a pretty confident thing for him to
do. We'd probably had him scared
there for a while when he realized that we knew about the laptop and he
couldn't find Eddie. But now he doesn't seem scared anymore."

"Well, if
that's so, it was most likely him that organized the hit on the junkie
then," grunted the Chief.
"I have yet to see a CSI report on the crime scene, though. Did
Calvetti have any other enemies who might have done it?"

"Junkies always
have enemies, Chief," said Dee. "Though, apparently this guy was an
unusually enterprising and lovable junkie." He shrugged.

The Chief snorted
derisively. "Yeah, right. Now tell me again Randy, how your kid came to be
involved in this?"

Ryo explained
patiently about how Bikky had known Eddie for years, and that it had been Bikky
who had found Eddie in Queens and put him on the phone so that Ryo could warn
him last Thursday night. During that phone call, Ryo had gotten phone
confirmation of his suspicion that Lieutenant Abernathy was working with Eddie,
and later Thomas had told Ryo that his father knew about Eddie's habit of
taping phone calls. The night that Bikky had met up with Eddie in his hiding
place in Queens, Eddie had sent him home with a cookware set that he expected
Bikky to ship to whichever buyer might bid for it on eBay.

"Shit,
eBay!" grunted the Chief. "I remember that part. Who would have
thought a homeless junkie would be boosting high-end merchandise on eBay?"
He shook his head.

"Like I said,
Chief, he wasn't your average junkie," Dee put in.

Ryo continued with
his summary of Bikky's involvement. "Eddie gave my son his passwords for
eBay and the email address that was in his profile. Someone named 'Cindy', whom
we think was most likely Abernathy, bid on the cookware set and exchanged
emails with my son and his girlfriend respectively. They were both using
Eddie's email address. 'Cindy' claimed she worked at Bam's restaurant and
offered to pay cash if the cookware set could be delivered to her
personally. Eddie was in great
need of cash, so to him, it must have seemed like a godsend."

"What have you
done to track down the IP address of 'Cindy'?"

"We've handed
it off to the Cyber Crime Investigations department, but as you know they're
pretty understaffed down there. We
expect to get an answer in a couple of days," Dee told him.

"I wouldn't
hold out too much hope on that one. Ten to one the email contact was initiated
from a public place like the library. And 'Cindy's' email address will have
been registered with fake everything."

"That's
true." Ryo sighed. "But it's possible that if it was a public place
like the library, Abernathy's face might show up on a security camera. It's a
long shot, I know, but it's worth checking."

"Yeah, check
everything," the Chief said. "Anytime you can get a perp on camera,
it goes down good with juries. So if Cindy was really Abernathy and Eddie was
really your son and his pal during the email exchanges, how do you think Mike
got wind of the fact that your son was involved?"

"We can only
speculate about that," Ryo said. "Abernathy might have gotten it out
of Eddie verbally before he killed him, or, if he's got the laptop, he may have
found voice files on there from Bikky."

"Chief,"
said Dee suddenly. "You've known the bastard for a long time. Do you think
he might harm Ryo's son?"

The Chief looked
thoughtful, but before he could answer, a smooth voice spoke from the door.

"Good morning,
gentlemen. I trust I'm not interrupting?"

Commissioner Rose
stood there, crisply attired in a pale spring suit that Dee's knowledgeable
eyes told him had easily cost a thousand dollars. His lip had just started to
curl in an instinctive sneer when Ryo kicked him gently.

"Of course not,
Commissioner," said the Chief. "Please come in. One of you idiots
give him your chair."

Ryo rose to his feet
and shook hands with Rose.
"Good morning, sir. Please take my seat. I've been wanting to
stretch my legs anyway."

"Thank you,
Ryo. If you're sure it's not a bother..."

Ryo just shook his
head and moved to lean against the window sill, facing the room. On another
morning, he might have added that it was a pleasure, but all he could think
about at the moment was the crude power play that the Commissioner had tried to
pull on him the last time he had been in the man's presence on Friday
afternoon.

"How much time
do you have, sir?" the Chief asked respectfully.

Commissioner Rose
pulled back his sleeve with one perfectly manicured but powerful-looking hand
and consulted his watch in a flash of platinum. "I can give you ten
minutes," he said. "I'm due at the mayor's office in half an
hour."

"Well, that'll
have to do. Fill him in, Randy. You're lead detective on this one."

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

Detective Shaver lay
on the sofa in his shabby bachelor apartment in the Bronx, wishing he had some
coffee but not knowing if he could keep it down. Outside the sky was blue, the
birds were singing and people were going about their daily business, buoyed by
the natural optimism of spring. He honestly couldn't remember the last time he
had felt that way.

His whole body ached.
That had been quite a beating they had laid on him Saturday night. His kidneys had taken some damage and
his piss had come out brown like fucking coca-cola all Sunday. He hoped he
would be well enough to go into work tomorrow, but at the same time, he
couldn't help wondering if there was any point.

And that cocksucker
Abernathy hadn't been sympathetic. "Extricate yourself, Neddy," he
had said. "A smart and savvy man like yourself ought to be able to find a
way."

He knew what Mike
expected him to do: go over to the Devils. It was quite simple, really. The
Stone Blood Boys weren't looking out for him the way they should, and with them
he was a lone wolf dealing with a pack. The odds did not exactly smack of
success, certainly not in the long run.
He had been a fool to think that his NYPD status had ever offered any
protection. It had been an illusion, like so much of what he had thought was
good in his life.

If he crossed to the
Devils, Mike would be there with him, along with whomever else he had on board.
He knew that Mike could do what he could not, which was to make dangerous
criminals respect him. He would no
longer be out in the cold. He would be part of a pack, united under a strong
leader. Maybe life would get good again.

But no. There he
was, getting caught up in illusions again. He knew he would never offer his
services to the Devils. They had been wooing him right alongside the Stone
Bloods, back in the good old days a scant year ago when he had been thinking
that things were finally about to go his way. Everyone had wanted a piece of
him then, and they were all willing to pay. He had chosen the Stone Blood Boys
for one reason only, and that was that they didn't traffic in minors, whereas
the Devils did. He'd been involved
in a bust a couple of years back that still haunted him. The Devils had been
getting set to move a shipment of merchandise across the state line, and his
team had gotten wind of it. They
arrived at the 'safe house', maybe only 5 minutes or so before the gang had
high-tailed it out of there, leaving everything behind. The 'merchandise' had
consisted of a hundred kilos of high-end cocaine and half a dozen freaked out
looking teens. One of them had been a kid only a few years older than Kevin,
handcuffed to a bed, naked from the waist down. Hard-bitten though he was, the
sight of that boy had upset him.
Essien Ibo, the leader of the Stone Bloods, was apparently an avowed
family man who claimed to value children. He was scum, of course, but he had
six or seven brats by different mothers that he took an interest in.

That had been his
somewhat naive reason for the choice he made last summer, but he had other
reasons now, even in addition to the fact that the Devils had practically put
him in hospital the night before last. Both the Dyre Street Devils and the
Stone Blood Boys consisted solely of lying, conniving, murdering, unscrupulous
men without honor whom he wouldn't want to turn his back on in broad daylight.
Come to think of it, that was a pretty apt description of his fearless leader,
Mike, too. How had he come to get involved with such a collection of bastards?

His only hope now
was that those two Manhattan detectives would be able to get him some
acceptable terms in exchange for his cooperation. Although it kind of went
against the grain for him to turn rat, he felt that the circumstances warranted
it. He was caught between too many
opposing forces, and if those he was considering ratting on had shown him just
a bit more loyalty and respect, it wouldn't have become necessary. For a few moments, he allowed himself
to dream of a future free of all this stress and danger, one where perhaps all
this misery and uncertainty would finally be behind him.

When Kev was a bit older, he would love
to rent a boat and take him down the coast of Maine. He wondered if he could
foster in his son the same love of the sea that he had.... But, shit. He was
probably just dreaming.

When it came right
down to it, he didn't trust Detectives Laytner and MacLean, either.

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"Detective
Shaver is not in a position to dictate terms," Commissioner Rose said.
"If he thinks he can do as he did and not serve any jail time, he's
dreaming. It's more a question now of his cooperation serving to mitigate the
length of his sentence somewhat."

"Sir!" Ryo
was frustrated. "He's our last living witness. We need him to lead us to a
few more. As far as I understand it, he's quite adamant about not going to
jail. He's quite naturally concerned for his safety."

"Yeah, I
wouldn't expect the guy to last a week inside," Dee said.

"We can almost
certainly arrange for him to have his own cell and take his meals
separately," said the Commissioner. "But the man will be
doing some time. If he assists us in our investigation and if he's lucky in his
own trial, he might only have to do a couple of years. Can you imagine how this is going to
look in the court of public opinion? Not only will the papers all be crowing
about widespread corruption in the NYPD, but they'll also have a veritable
field day with the fact that a former detective who has stolen drugs for resale
purposes and participated, however unwittingly, in a drug murder disguised to
look like an overdose, is to get away scot-free. I will not have it, gentlemen.
I'm taking the long view here."

"Sir,"
said Dee. "As things stand now, this whole case pivots on him. If we can't
get Shaver's cooperation, Abernathy just goes on doing what he's doing,
building his little empire, bringing the rot further into the halls of the
NYPD. If we don't take steps to stop Abernathy NOW, this thing will be so big
by the time he finally does get taken down that the press circus will be ten
times worse than what you just described."

Ryo gave Dee a quick
admiring look from under his lashes. That was what he had wanted to say
himself, except that he knew he was too angry to speak coherently right now.

The Commissioner,
who had not missed Ryo's quick glance at his partner, remained unmoved.
"Detective Shaver needs to be brought to understand that what he is facing
now is a choice between doing ten to fifteen or two to five. There will be no
free pass out of jail this time. Not for him."

"If I were him,
I'd run," said Dee.

"Of course you would," murmured the Commissioner as he got to
his feet, automatically smoothing the wrinkles from the front of his slacks.
"But I think you'll find he won't."

"If I were him,
I wouldn't trust anyone that promised me protection in prison," Ryo said
quietly.

"Come now, Ryo,
do you truly believe that prison guards and officials can't do the relatively
easy job of keeping a man from harm when the police have made a deal with
him?"

Ryo was silent, but
his demeanor clearly showed that he disagreed with the Commissioner.

"Lieutenant, I
hate to leave you, but I'm a bit pressed for time today. Detectives, I'm sure
you'll find some way to represent the situation to Detective Shaver in its best
possible light." The Commissioner paused a moment, and then added,
"Play him if you have to."

Silence managed to
reign for a full thirty seconds after he left before Dee couldn't hold it in any
longer and exploded.

"Play him? That's
his brilliant suggestion? Shaver's stupid, but he's not that stupid! Fuck, it's
always La-La Land crap like this that happens when the top brass get involved
in a case."

"Dee,"
said the Chief. "You've been around the block long enough to know that
this is how the cookie crumbles sometimes. The Commissioner is adamant that the
man must go to jail. Work with it. Try to salvage what you can." He turned
toward Ryo. "He's given you
the go-ahead for surveillance. I suggest you draw up a plan and a program for
how you wanna conduct that. In the meantime, I suggest you..." His voice
trailed away at the sound of raised voices in the hallway outside his door. He
could hear the voice of Leona, the secretary he shared with Lieutenant Abrams
saying, "Sir! I told you he's
in a meeting. You cannot go in there until---"

At that moment, the
door was flung open with such force that it struck the wall, and all three men
in the room stared in amazement at the intruder.

Lieutenant Michael
Abernathy stood on the threshold, and he appeared to be in a towering rage.

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