By Chance
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
24
Views:
4,274
Reviews:
56
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 22
Disclaimer: These characters are mine! Any resemblance of real life is coincidental.
Author notes: There are two or three chapters left. I couldn't resist using naming a Law and Order:SVU cameo. *g*
Chapter 22
The cops weren’t helpful. One seemed sympathetic, more because of the nature of the crime than for the victim. The majority of the cops Joe Vic found at the apartment seemed to find it hard to believe that the tranny they had found beaten and violated wasn’t a prostitute or a drug addict.
Joe Vic could say ‘not anymore’ to the prostitute part. Rue was more than what they saw. She always had been. She was so much more to him than she could ever realize. Rue had made him a better person, and he would be damned if he allowed her to go back to being the victim. He had more clues about who did this than the cops did.
The officer standing in front of Joe Vic was growing more pissed by the second. He was snotty and seemed to lack the general compassion of a human being. Joe Vic wanted to pound him into next week, cop or not.
“- - You’re saying that he--” The cop asked again.
“She.” Joe Vic corrected as his teeth were set on edge.
The cop rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever. So she was home, here, making Christmas dinner when the assailants entered the apartment.”
Joe Vic swelled up to full size and exhaled in annoyance. “That sounds about right. Rue had the day off and she said she would be done cooking by the time I cam back.”
The officer shook his head, a smirk on his lips as he wrote down what Joe Vic told him. As he wrote, Joe Vic watched the police walk through the apartment, taking pictures of disrupted areas of the apartment. Anger boiled inside as he saw some look into the pots and pans that were spread over the counter. Their faces spoke of disgust and curiosity. It pissed him off.
His attention came back to the cop when his ears picked up on the hate-filled utterance of ‘freak’.
Joe Vic stepped up to the man. He looked down at his with his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. “What did you say?”
The officer closed his notebook with a snap. “I said it looks like this freak got hurt for no reason.”
Joe Vic nodded, before he raised his fist to stroke. Suddenly a voice, a female one, disrupted the moment. “Officer,” A female plain clothes officer approached them embroiled two. “I’ll take it from here.”
The officer grunted a stilted, “Yes, Detective.”
She wore a blue blouse and a leather jacket. She was tall and stylish and seemed to be about a thousand light years away from what he would vision to be a cop. “Talk to me…” She trailed off, waiting for a name.
“Just call me Joe.”
They walked out into the hallway, away from the investigation scene. Joe Vic watched the detective. There was something about her that reminded him of Rue, and the way she made him want to open up.
“So, this is your apartment?” The Detective asked.
“Yeah.”
“Are you two romantically involved?” She asked. It was the look in her eyes that made him trust her.
“I don’t know…” He sighed. “I guess we are. We’re more friends. It feels like she’s family.” He didn’t need them to know. For them, if they knew about their relationship, it would be one more reason to probably let this case go.
The Detective patted his shoulder. “I’ll tell you the truth, Joe. I care about solving this case. Rape is rape no matter who is the victim. I am going to do my best to solve this case. That’s why I’m asking you if you have any information.” He looked her dead in the eye. Her dark eyes implored him to give her all he knew. Part of him wanted to jump at the chance, the other part, a large and more obstinate part, told him to stay quiet and to handle this his way. Rue was owed justice that only he could give.
“I’m sorry, Detective, I have nothing to tell you.” She knew he was lying, but she nodded anyway.
“Joe, take my advice, I doubt that Rue would want you to get yourself into trouble if there was a way for you to avoid it.” She slipped him her card. “Call me, if you think of anything.”
He read the card. Detective Olivia Benson, Special Victims Unit. Joe Vic pocketed the card, deciding to give her a call once he finished his deed. Anger was driving him forward, but that small part of him that was still calm, used Rue’s voice to guide and calm him. Telling him to focus to stay with her and help her to get better. He wanted to do that.
TBC
Author notes: There are two or three chapters left. I couldn't resist using naming a Law and Order:SVU cameo. *g*
Chapter 22
The cops weren’t helpful. One seemed sympathetic, more because of the nature of the crime than for the victim. The majority of the cops Joe Vic found at the apartment seemed to find it hard to believe that the tranny they had found beaten and violated wasn’t a prostitute or a drug addict.
Joe Vic could say ‘not anymore’ to the prostitute part. Rue was more than what they saw. She always had been. She was so much more to him than she could ever realize. Rue had made him a better person, and he would be damned if he allowed her to go back to being the victim. He had more clues about who did this than the cops did.
The officer standing in front of Joe Vic was growing more pissed by the second. He was snotty and seemed to lack the general compassion of a human being. Joe Vic wanted to pound him into next week, cop or not.
“- - You’re saying that he--” The cop asked again.
“She.” Joe Vic corrected as his teeth were set on edge.
The cop rolled his eyes. “Sure, whatever. So she was home, here, making Christmas dinner when the assailants entered the apartment.”
Joe Vic swelled up to full size and exhaled in annoyance. “That sounds about right. Rue had the day off and she said she would be done cooking by the time I cam back.”
The officer shook his head, a smirk on his lips as he wrote down what Joe Vic told him. As he wrote, Joe Vic watched the police walk through the apartment, taking pictures of disrupted areas of the apartment. Anger boiled inside as he saw some look into the pots and pans that were spread over the counter. Their faces spoke of disgust and curiosity. It pissed him off.
His attention came back to the cop when his ears picked up on the hate-filled utterance of ‘freak’.
Joe Vic stepped up to the man. He looked down at his with his jaw clenched and eyes narrowed. “What did you say?”
The officer closed his notebook with a snap. “I said it looks like this freak got hurt for no reason.”
Joe Vic nodded, before he raised his fist to stroke. Suddenly a voice, a female one, disrupted the moment. “Officer,” A female plain clothes officer approached them embroiled two. “I’ll take it from here.”
The officer grunted a stilted, “Yes, Detective.”
She wore a blue blouse and a leather jacket. She was tall and stylish and seemed to be about a thousand light years away from what he would vision to be a cop. “Talk to me…” She trailed off, waiting for a name.
“Just call me Joe.”
They walked out into the hallway, away from the investigation scene. Joe Vic watched the detective. There was something about her that reminded him of Rue, and the way she made him want to open up.
“So, this is your apartment?” The Detective asked.
“Yeah.”
“Are you two romantically involved?” She asked. It was the look in her eyes that made him trust her.
“I don’t know…” He sighed. “I guess we are. We’re more friends. It feels like she’s family.” He didn’t need them to know. For them, if they knew about their relationship, it would be one more reason to probably let this case go.
The Detective patted his shoulder. “I’ll tell you the truth, Joe. I care about solving this case. Rape is rape no matter who is the victim. I am going to do my best to solve this case. That’s why I’m asking you if you have any information.” He looked her dead in the eye. Her dark eyes implored him to give her all he knew. Part of him wanted to jump at the chance, the other part, a large and more obstinate part, told him to stay quiet and to handle this his way. Rue was owed justice that only he could give.
“I’m sorry, Detective, I have nothing to tell you.” She knew he was lying, but she nodded anyway.
“Joe, take my advice, I doubt that Rue would want you to get yourself into trouble if there was a way for you to avoid it.” She slipped him her card. “Call me, if you think of anything.”
He read the card. Detective Olivia Benson, Special Victims Unit. Joe Vic pocketed the card, deciding to give her a call once he finished his deed. Anger was driving him forward, but that small part of him that was still calm, used Rue’s voice to guide and calm him. Telling him to focus to stay with her and help her to get better. He wanted to do that.
TBC