Murder Fic Chapter 6/?
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By: PD
Pairing: for this chapter – none
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own, so don’t sue.
Summary: … Greg, Drew, Wayne, Colin and Ryan … looking for all the world to her like lambs going towards a slaughter…
Chapter 6: For What It’s Worth
Cops were crawling all over the place by the time Abe and Richards pulled up. She went off to take care of crowd control and he plunged in headfirst through the masses of people, civilian and uniformed, milling about anxiously. He drew even with the green room and the cast members spilled out.
“Abe, what’s going on? Brad hasn’t come back for a while and they’re saying the killer is somewhere in the building!” Drew said. Abe glared hard at one of the officers behind him, who ducked his head, looking the other way guiltily.
“That’s what they say, huh?” he asked, voice sharp. “Well, how about I’ll let you know when we’ve questioned the perp!” he said, eyes bright and faintly maniacal. He moved to go down the hall, the men shouting angry questions at him when an officer stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“The perp is beyond the green room sir,” he said quietly. Abe sighed raggedly and threw his hands up in the air before turning to the door. He brushed off questions, plunging straight into the tight knot of men to get into the room beyond the green room. There, an unnatural hush fell over everyone, including the cast members. The cops had butchered the room, tables and filing cabinets shoved away from the center where a single chair sat occupied by the janitor.
Colin and the others pressed forward, trying to get a better look. Colin recognized the janitor, but couldn’t for the life of him remember his name. The man was sitting calmly, slouched over to the left in his seat, chin to his chest. He seemed to be sleeping, judging from the steady breathing.
Abe looked directly at Colin, and for a second Colin thought the man was pleading, just with his eyes. But before Colin could do more than take a breath, Abe’s face closed down, building an impenetrable wall and becoming the Detective.
Colin felt a little sad, but also curious why he’d been the one to earn such a glance. Ryan had noticed it, too, standing next to Colin. He felt something vaguely like jealousy flare up but quashed it as Abe, no, Glass’s voice went through the room. “Why are you here? Your shift ended before taping began, Mr… Cale,” Abe said, reading from the duty roster he’d taken from atop a filing cabinet.
Cale didn’t answer, keeping his eyes on the carpet, hat low over his brow. “Mr. Cale, you seem to keep appearing and disappearing at very inopportune times…” Glass said evenly, looking for all the world like a furious tiger in a cage, praying that you’ll unlock it’s door.
“I is not doin’ nuffin’ wrong,” Cale muttered sullenly. Glass turned from looking at the roster to fix his piercing gray eyes on the man in front of him.
“Wrong you little shit, we have witnesses that say you’re sneaking around, planting listening devices and hanging around the victims dressing rooms!” another cop said. Glass looked at the cop, who nodded like a compatriot. Glass just stared at him until the man frowned, confused why his assistance was getting such a negative response. Glass swiveled his stare to the man in the chair and simply strode over and used the roster to smack the janitor’s hat off.
Several of the men shouted, moving to hold their detective back.
“It’s okay gentlemen, I think Miss Cale can clear up my reaction, can’t you?” he hissed, face thinning with rage. The figure on the chair ducked its head, almost bashfully before removing its prosthetic nose and wig.
Izzy turned to throw an apologetic look towards Colin and Ryan. “Hi guys.” she said mildly. They almost fell over.
“Izzy…” Glass said, voice quiet. She looked up at him, face pale but chin jutted out.
“What?”
“Sir, you know this young woman?” the brown-nose cop asked.
“If she’s here for the reason I think she is, then no, I don’t know her and you can take her away!” he growled
“Abloec Crystobel Glass if you throw me in jail for doing my job, I’ll personally sick mom on you!” Izzy howled as the cops moved in on her. Glass stopped them with a wave of his hands.
“I really wish you wouldn’t use my full name in front of my men,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. The uniforms snickered, falling to silence when he stared at them. “Why are you here Izzy?” he asked, voice tired. He nodded one of the officer’s forward and had them unlock her handcuffs. She flexed her hands before perching them daintily in her lap like she was a duchess of some high-ranking nation.
Drew liked her immediately.
“If you must know, I was hired by the LA Times to get an inside scoop on the killer. They’re thinking of calling the guy the ‘Comic Killer’. Personally, I’m in favor of the ‘New Ripper’,” she said, face serious.
Glass growled. “You obtained a fake ID and infiltrated a protected area, fully knowing you might get shot by one of my men, of all people, for a story about a murderer who might be here at this very moment?” he asked, voice silky. She looked intrigued.
“He works here? So it is internal. Abe, this guy, or girl whatever, knows these men!” she shouted angrily, gesturing at the cast members who were watching pensively at the door. Abe looked up at them and nodded to the uniforms. One by one the cast members were admitted into the room. Izzy rose and hugged Ryan and Colin before turning back to her brother. “We’ve been following this killer for too damn long. Over the fuckin’ pond, eh! An’ what do we ‘ave on our ‘ands? Nuffin!” she shouted. Colin and Ryan noted that her accent had finally emerged. She must have been pissed. “An’ I dunno about you, but I’m tired of writin’ eulogies for good people,” she said, voice cracking. Abe moved forward to hold her but she stiffened. He changed course, standing in front of her instead.
She took a steadying breath and looked him squarely in the eye. “Let’s get these men home and safe,” he said quietly, nodding to the men who sat watching quietly. Greg, Drew, Wayne, Colin and Ryan all looked up at Izzy, all calm, looking for all the world to her like lambs going towards a slaughter. She looked away to hide her face.
Silently, all of the cops left, leaving the comedians and their two friends alone before they, too, left in the end. A pair of eyes watched them go. She gripped her hair with a stifled sob and curled in on herself. Maybe it is time to hang it all up, give in and turn myself in, she thought dully.
The other half rose up in an outraged wave. How can you say that? After all we’ve done for them! After all, they need us! We don’t want them to fade, do we?
Well, no, but so much pain…
We don’t want them to never realize their full potential, do we?
No, but look at what we have done!
…
We’ve made them take a good hard look at their lives, perhaps now they’ll live to their full potential.
Do you know if they’ll do that?
Well-
Do you know?!
…no…
We’ve come this far; let us secure them, sister, let us make them shine so brightly the eyes of their world will be seared and weeping at their brilliance.
Yes, we can at least do that for them…
Good, because here he comes…
She looked up, tears not yet dry on her cheeks as a soft thumping heralded an intruder. She peeked around the corner. Wayne… she felt that faint taste of metal in her mouth, felt her palms itch and knew, deep down in the furthest, blackest pit of her heart, that this one she would enjoy oh so terribly much…
By: PD
Pairing: for this chapter – none
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don’t own, so don’t sue.
Summary: … Greg, Drew, Wayne, Colin and Ryan … looking for all the world to her like lambs going towards a slaughter…
Chapter 6: For What It’s Worth
Cops were crawling all over the place by the time Abe and Richards pulled up. She went off to take care of crowd control and he plunged in headfirst through the masses of people, civilian and uniformed, milling about anxiously. He drew even with the green room and the cast members spilled out.
“Abe, what’s going on? Brad hasn’t come back for a while and they’re saying the killer is somewhere in the building!” Drew said. Abe glared hard at one of the officers behind him, who ducked his head, looking the other way guiltily.
“That’s what they say, huh?” he asked, voice sharp. “Well, how about I’ll let you know when we’ve questioned the perp!” he said, eyes bright and faintly maniacal. He moved to go down the hall, the men shouting angry questions at him when an officer stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.
“The perp is beyond the green room sir,” he said quietly. Abe sighed raggedly and threw his hands up in the air before turning to the door. He brushed off questions, plunging straight into the tight knot of men to get into the room beyond the green room. There, an unnatural hush fell over everyone, including the cast members. The cops had butchered the room, tables and filing cabinets shoved away from the center where a single chair sat occupied by the janitor.
Colin and the others pressed forward, trying to get a better look. Colin recognized the janitor, but couldn’t for the life of him remember his name. The man was sitting calmly, slouched over to the left in his seat, chin to his chest. He seemed to be sleeping, judging from the steady breathing.
Abe looked directly at Colin, and for a second Colin thought the man was pleading, just with his eyes. But before Colin could do more than take a breath, Abe’s face closed down, building an impenetrable wall and becoming the Detective.
Colin felt a little sad, but also curious why he’d been the one to earn such a glance. Ryan had noticed it, too, standing next to Colin. He felt something vaguely like jealousy flare up but quashed it as Abe, no, Glass’s voice went through the room. “Why are you here? Your shift ended before taping began, Mr… Cale,” Abe said, reading from the duty roster he’d taken from atop a filing cabinet.
Cale didn’t answer, keeping his eyes on the carpet, hat low over his brow. “Mr. Cale, you seem to keep appearing and disappearing at very inopportune times…” Glass said evenly, looking for all the world like a furious tiger in a cage, praying that you’ll unlock it’s door.
“I is not doin’ nuffin’ wrong,” Cale muttered sullenly. Glass turned from looking at the roster to fix his piercing gray eyes on the man in front of him.
“Wrong you little shit, we have witnesses that say you’re sneaking around, planting listening devices and hanging around the victims dressing rooms!” another cop said. Glass looked at the cop, who nodded like a compatriot. Glass just stared at him until the man frowned, confused why his assistance was getting such a negative response. Glass swiveled his stare to the man in the chair and simply strode over and used the roster to smack the janitor’s hat off.
Several of the men shouted, moving to hold their detective back.
“It’s okay gentlemen, I think Miss Cale can clear up my reaction, can’t you?” he hissed, face thinning with rage. The figure on the chair ducked its head, almost bashfully before removing its prosthetic nose and wig.
Izzy turned to throw an apologetic look towards Colin and Ryan. “Hi guys.” she said mildly. They almost fell over.
“Izzy…” Glass said, voice quiet. She looked up at him, face pale but chin jutted out.
“What?”
“Sir, you know this young woman?” the brown-nose cop asked.
“If she’s here for the reason I think she is, then no, I don’t know her and you can take her away!” he growled
“Abloec Crystobel Glass if you throw me in jail for doing my job, I’ll personally sick mom on you!” Izzy howled as the cops moved in on her. Glass stopped them with a wave of his hands.
“I really wish you wouldn’t use my full name in front of my men,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. The uniforms snickered, falling to silence when he stared at them. “Why are you here Izzy?” he asked, voice tired. He nodded one of the officer’s forward and had them unlock her handcuffs. She flexed her hands before perching them daintily in her lap like she was a duchess of some high-ranking nation.
Drew liked her immediately.
“If you must know, I was hired by the LA Times to get an inside scoop on the killer. They’re thinking of calling the guy the ‘Comic Killer’. Personally, I’m in favor of the ‘New Ripper’,” she said, face serious.
Glass growled. “You obtained a fake ID and infiltrated a protected area, fully knowing you might get shot by one of my men, of all people, for a story about a murderer who might be here at this very moment?” he asked, voice silky. She looked intrigued.
“He works here? So it is internal. Abe, this guy, or girl whatever, knows these men!” she shouted angrily, gesturing at the cast members who were watching pensively at the door. Abe looked up at them and nodded to the uniforms. One by one the cast members were admitted into the room. Izzy rose and hugged Ryan and Colin before turning back to her brother. “We’ve been following this killer for too damn long. Over the fuckin’ pond, eh! An’ what do we ‘ave on our ‘ands? Nuffin!” she shouted. Colin and Ryan noted that her accent had finally emerged. She must have been pissed. “An’ I dunno about you, but I’m tired of writin’ eulogies for good people,” she said, voice cracking. Abe moved forward to hold her but she stiffened. He changed course, standing in front of her instead.
She took a steadying breath and looked him squarely in the eye. “Let’s get these men home and safe,” he said quietly, nodding to the men who sat watching quietly. Greg, Drew, Wayne, Colin and Ryan all looked up at Izzy, all calm, looking for all the world to her like lambs going towards a slaughter. She looked away to hide her face.
Silently, all of the cops left, leaving the comedians and their two friends alone before they, too, left in the end. A pair of eyes watched them go. She gripped her hair with a stifled sob and curled in on herself. Maybe it is time to hang it all up, give in and turn myself in, she thought dully.
The other half rose up in an outraged wave. How can you say that? After all we’ve done for them! After all, they need us! We don’t want them to fade, do we?
Well, no, but so much pain…
We don’t want them to never realize their full potential, do we?
No, but look at what we have done!
…
We’ve made them take a good hard look at their lives, perhaps now they’ll live to their full potential.
Do you know if they’ll do that?
Well-
Do you know?!
…no…
We’ve come this far; let us secure them, sister, let us make them shine so brightly the eyes of their world will be seared and weeping at their brilliance.
Yes, we can at least do that for them…
Good, because here he comes…
She looked up, tears not yet dry on her cheeks as a soft thumping heralded an intruder. She peeked around the corner. Wayne… she felt that faint taste of metal in her mouth, felt her palms itch and knew, deep down in the furthest, blackest pit of her heart, that this one she would enjoy oh so terribly much…
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Date: 2007-07-18 04:13 am (UTC)OH NOES!!! Wayne's next! It's sad how excited I am to see what happens to him. Not that I would ever want that... but it's intriguing nevertheless.
Keep'em comin darling!
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Date: 2007-07-18 07:40 am (UTC)thanks for this again :) my friend!
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