The Protector of children

Chapter three: Never talk about it.

You know it would be easier if I had the guy’s full name. He thought to himself as he searched the endless files on his station issued computer. So far, nothing. He had found at least thirty ‘Bain’s and none were about a small boy.

“So, what’s this wondrous lead that you have found, Travy?” Marks, Detective Cheza’s partner, a man that could be everyone’s father and acts like it as well, had walked up his partner’s desk with a half eaten doughnut in his hand.

He didn’t look away from the dimmed screen as he said, “Sue is going to kill you if she’s finds out that you have been cheating on your diet.”

“Well, whose going to tell her? Now, do you have something or don‘t you?” The older man took the finishing bite of the glazed doughnut and wiped his hands on his blown slacks.

“Yup. An actual victim of Cassandra‘s murderer.” Damn it. Another wrong ‘Bain‘. Why was this name so fucking popular?: He personally thought it sucks. Much like the owner of said name. Stupid little brat just couldn’t talk to him. Probably couldn’t talk much with those things hanging from his mouth. Stupid goth-

“And you didn’t bring him here, why?” Marks cut into his partner’s mental thoughts.

“Apparently he didn’t want to talk about it. He sic this boar of his on me to get out the door. I hate dogs.” He muttered the last part to himself.

The graying man shock his head at his young partner’s mutterings and took a seat at his own desk that was just behind the dark haired man.

“What’s the guy’s name? At least he gave you that much.” He loosen his dark blue tie and unbutton his collar.

“Bain.” Wait, no the kid’s fourteen. Too old and too recent.

“Just Bain? No last name?”

“Again, his dog ran me out of his stupid little book shop which is stupidly named, ‘The Dog Pound’ before I could get anything else. And I got his first name when his ‘partner’ was getting him calm down from this very bizarre episode.”

There was long thin wall of silence before Marks’s mind was brought back to life. “Whoa! ’Partner’ as in the victim’s gay?”

He didn’t like how the old man had asked the question but he kept that to himself. Travers spend his desk chair around to face the older detective.

“Well, I just got a vibe from seeing them talk to each other. Could be wrong, has so before.” He shrugged his shoulders. He felt an headache coming on from everything that has happen today and it’s only an hour before lunch.

“Wait, I know the guy’s last name!” Marks just suddenly said as if he just won the million dollar jackpot. “It’s Bain Withers.”

“And how do we know this?” He has been staring at the computer for an hour and a half and couldn’t find anything but his partner just has to hear him talk about him and BAM! He suddenly he knows?

Life sucks.

At least for him anyways.

“Sue’s goes to that book shop for books for school. She’s goes on and on about this ‘cute’ blonde guy named Bain Withers, whose so cool and has this little dog named Slone that none could hate that goes with him everywhere.” Well, he always knew having a partner with a hormonal teenage girl would work out for him. “Never met the guy though.”

“Well, Mr. Withers knows what has happen to Cassandra and countless of other little children and isn’t talking.” Travers swing his chair back around and typed in ’Bain Withers’ into the search engine.

“Crap!” The sudden yell caused the buzzing police station to a sudden stop. The dark haired officer muttered an “sorry” and then the station was alive again.

“What is it?” The heavyset man got off of his chair and leaned over his partner’s shoulder only to read “No Files on Bain Withers.” on the flat screen.

“When did you say this had happen to our Mr. Withers?”

“Ten years ago. Why?” Then he gave a yelp when he was smacked in the head by his soon to be ex partner.

“Dumbass!” The graying man scolded the other as he stood back up and started to walk away. “Cases ten years or older aren’t loaded into the computers.”

“Oh. Right. Knew that!” With a quick rub to his sore head, Detective Cheza followed his partner to the file room.

Gotcha now, Bain Withers.

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Is she gone now? A moonstone eye looked up through gold, blue and purple stands to see that annoying female still looking at him.

“No.”

“But-”

He put down the magazine that he was reading and with a long inhale of breath, he said, “The last time that you cut someone’s hair, human wise, he was forced to wear a hat for month. Alan’s still bitching it about by the way.”

“But I’m just going to trim the ends off. “ Cady reached out to run the uneven ends of hair through her hands. “It’s looks like you cut it with a very dull razor.”

Bain gave a sour look, which didn’t differ from his normal look. “I used a regular pair of scissors. Thank-you very much.” He threw his head back to get away from the brunette’s touch. “It was just dark and I was a little drunk.” More like going through a mini-panic attack but she didn’t need to know that. “Besides, I liked this style. Now, shoo. I’m trying to find out if this southern baptise woman really gave birth to a twenty-pound gorilla.” He waved his employee off with three flicks of his hand before raising the magazine back up to eye level.

Cady still stood there with her hands on her hips. Then she began tapping her fingers against the waistband of her jeans as she began to think.

“You liked that Detective guy.” Cady talked about the most random of things but that statement just now had to be the most random thing that has ever came out of her mouth yet. This year.

“May I ask why we’re butting into my private life?” He didn’t look away from the article that he was currently reading, but anyone could see that he hadn’t read past the third line.

“Come on, he’s so your type.” The little brunette hoisted herself up on the counter and pulled the black and white magazine out of her boss’s hands and tossed to the floor.

“And what is my type? Please, Miss Cady. Tell me, so you know everything about me.” At this point, Bain was mocking the woman.

The old woman that he wanted to hire wouldn’t even care as long she received a paycheck every other Friday.

“You like them big and strong and forceful.” She was so wrong.

“No, I prefer them non-real. I have no solid interest in any type person.” He said with a straight face. “ Certainly not some black-hair He-Man wannabe.”

“Whose a He-Man wannabe? Someone I know?” A fully clothed Alan walked in.

Unlike his best friend, this blonde preferred a more business-causal look. What with a clean-pressed straight-legged jeans with loafers, button down collar shirt with a printed t-shirt underneath and a tweed suit jacket with different colored elbow patches to complete the look. The only thing that was out of place with this business man was the ball-chain necklaces that covered his neck and big gauged steel hoops, four for each ear with tiny steel balls in the center. You had an ex-boyfriend to take for that.

“That cop that call in today right after you left.” Cady answered, her hand was smoothing down a wrinkle in her tee. Not like there was one.

“What he wanted?” The dark blonde laid his arms on the counter, dark green eyes puzzled but not too puzzled. More like curious.

“About the little girl that they had found in the lake this morning. I told him I knew nothing about her and Slone saw him out.” The dozing bulldog gave a curious whine when he heard his name being mention.

Was it time for food? A big fat pink tongue rolled out his mouth as he thought what food his master might be giving him. The massive beast rolled back on his stomach and stared up, lovingly at his master. Tongue and tail wagging in waiting.

“But Bain here likes him. He actually said more then three words to him and his ears wiggled a little bit when the cop was up in his face. He only does that when he’s excited.” She beamed, she was proud of herself for being so observant.

“Tch. Cady, have you finish putting up the Christmas decorations yet.” As much as he hated the tacky holiday decorations, the light blonde hated it when people butt into his private twice as more. Bain needed the woman distracted to keep her out of his business .

A ploy that he wasn’t ashamed in using.

Not.

At .

All.

Like clockwork, Cady soon had forgotten what she had been talking about as she went “Oh, yeah. I still need to put up the snowman lights and the mistletoe over the door! And I still need to get a tree in here!” while leaping over the counter and disappeared in the back room for the Christmas decorations.

Meanwhile, poor forgotten Slone gave sad whine and went back into his bed. Upset that his master hasn’t given him any sweet treats.

****

How the hell did he got stuck in this mess? God-Dammit! Stupid mistletoe! Why won’t it go on the stupid nail?!

“I think you almost had that time, Bain. Just a little more.” Alan aka Bain’s soon to be ex-best friend aka stupid lazy bastard spoke from the safety of his seat behind the counter whilst flipping through a People’s magazine.

“I’ll give you a little more.” The poor light blonde grumbled under his breath as he stood on his tip toes on the stool. “How about I shove this thing up your lazy ass. Stupid pervert would probably get off on it.” His hand reached up again to slide the red ribbon onto the small nail that he also had to put in over the door just because he was ’much taller’ then Miss Hanging on to her youth with her ridicules small cartoon tees and bouncy boobs.

He hated her and the bastard who claimed he has hurt his back while moving some furniture around last night. Heh, right. He moved some furniture around, all right. But Bain doubted that any ’lifting’ was involved. Plenty of bending though. Mostly Alan, no doubt.

“YES! GOT IT!” The red ribbon that held together a scrap of mistletoe was finally now hanging from that stupid nail.

Suddenly the door in front him open with a little ‘ring’ and whoever had walked in clearly didn’t see a man standing a stool. If he had, then he wouldn’t have collided right into, causing it to topple over and surprised Bain was going to land butt first on the rough floor below.

Someone had yelled out the light blonde’s name while someone else cried out “Grab him!”

Bain just felt like everything was happening two first for him to react, then everything slowed down to a snail’s crawl when he landed on something soft but very solid that went ‘oof.’ and suddenly he was wrapped in a strong embrace of two brawny arms.

He turned around to see what was it that he had landed on but only he could see were a pair of storm grey eyes, a broad hooked nose, and a thin flat mouth that was opened slightly to breath in and out air.

“Are you all right?” Both eyes and mouth spoke and all he could was nod as a large hand reached up to touch his cheek.

For some odd reason, this felt kind of good and that mouth looked so inviting. His mind was gone while his body was acting for him. His own mouth reached up to meet with this new friend.

It stopped when someone went “That was so fucking amazing! That guy just pulled a Superman!”

At last, the spell was over by Alan’s outburst and Bain felt the need to get away. So he just jumped to his feet and rubbed his arms from the sudden chill that he always get when someone touches him.

“What? No thank you?” It was that stupid detective again. He was back on his feet and arched his back and rubbed it down, he now had pain from hitting the floor so hard.

“It was your fault anyway.” He sneered, trying to avoid looking at the other man by staring instead at this very strange spot on the floor. “Didn’t your mother ever touch to look where you are going?”

The older man scoffed and just wanted to smack this ungrateful bastard. That would be the last time, he’ll try to save his little life.

“Look, me and my partner are here to speak to you about the Cassandra case. We looked up your files but there were some holes in your story.” He scratched his head, causing strands of onyx to fall over his grey eyes.

Bain finally looked up and saw the heavyset man behind the He-Man bastard. He pursed his lips and took his time to say one simple word.

“No.”

“What do you mean ‘no’!” Travers stepped forward, maybe to strangle this infuriating man for being such a dumbass. And to think, while reading about this being raped and beaten by some lunatic and on the way up to the book shop he felt sorry for this guy!

Right now, he was thinking that if Bain was a bastard now, then his kid self must have been a real little brat that needed to be smack around a few times.

But before he even put his foot down, he heard a very familiar growl and looked down to see that boar Slone again.

Christ, why things can’t be simple?

Bain smirked, made a mental note to give his good little doggy four snack treats instead the usual two. “Because all that needed to be sad was in that report and that’s all I’m going to say on the matter.”

Somewhere in the background, the female employee had asked if someone would help her with the icicles lights. Both Alan and Marks, feeling the tension between the two men and knew that there would be innocent deaths if anyone tried to get involved, rushed off to help out the poor woman in need. Letting the three dogs growl at each other in peace.

“God-Dammit! Why are you such a stubborn asshole?”

“Because God has put me on this earth for that specific purpose!”

“Bark. Growl”

Bain walked back behind his safe port with Slone waddling behind him, still keeping the big human from coming where near his beloved master.

“Look, there are children out there that meant be getting raped and killed by this prick and you have the power to stop all that.” His eyes pleaded the other man for help.

Without looking up from the counter, the smaller man said. “No I don’t and neither do you nor the rest of the world. This man, this fucker has been doing this shit long before he picked me up and he’ll keep doing this till the day he dies. The police back then couldn’t find or stop him and now I got to live with the nightmares cause for some stupid fucking reason, God in his almighty wisdom had decided that being whipped, smack, bite, pinched, kicked, fucked, stabbed, burned and molested day in and day out till two weeks before my thirteen birthday wasn’t enough. He had to make sure that I have suffer for the rest of my life.” His eyes had watered whiled he hugged himself tight as the memories flashed through his mind.

“And that.” Hs voice cracked with sobs. “is something I never wish for any child to go though even if they do make out of that hellhole. All I want and hope is that they die so they could be free. That is the kindest thing that anyone would do.”

Travers felt his heart being squeezed from all that came from this man’s mouth. He felt sick that this bastard would wish a child death just because he was so fucked up. Ignoring the growling dog, he walked right up to a trembling Bain with a balled up fist and just punched the guy in the jaw.

Then the whole world went still.

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