Murder Fic Chapter 10/?
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By: PD
Pairing: for this chapter – Ry/ Col
Rating: R for post epiphany violence
Disclaimer: Don’t own, so don’t sue.
Summary: … All units, please respond, the killer is in the Mochrie house…
Chapter 10: Help!
Abe walked along the pathway, gazing out on the front yards of the quiet neighborhood, here and there a patrol car with a dozing policeman inside. Had to remind himself to reprimand some of them for sleeping on the job. He shook himself, pulling his jacket a little closer to keep out the morning chill. Damn this LA weather, can’t make up its damn mind if it wants to be hot or cold! He shook himself and felt a smile slide across his face as he saw Pearl stepping out into the sunshine, shutting the door behind her and locking it. She sighed and stretched, then noticed him and smiled. As they drew even with each other they hugged. “Good morning Pearl, what brings you out so early?” he asked, amused.
“Ah, I can’t stand being cooped up with those love birds,” she sighed. Abe felt his eyes widen.
“You mean Drew and Izzy?” he spluttered.
“Yeah, all night long like there was no tomorrow. I shan’t be surprised if they slept the day away!” she said, looking back at the house with quiet amusement.
“So where’s officer Hertell?”
“Bathroom, something didn’t agree with him last night. May I go over and say ‘hi’ to the boys?” she asked.
He nodded briskly, “Oh, hey Pearl? Why did you get here so late? I requested you almost a month ago!”
“Paperwork! Take it up with them if you want!” she shouted back, mounting the steps to the Mochrie place.
He chuckled waving her off. Nobody would want to do that, except he had some more information that he promised to the Chief back home to help complete their own file. When he got inside, the house was quiet in the soft morning sunshine. He peeked down the hallway. Yep, they used the master bedroom, dammit. He was so not gonna clean those sheets. The door was closed, thank god for small favors, so he tip toed into the kitchen and snagged the phone.
Within a few minutes he was talking to the chief of Scotland Yard, a Welshman with an accent almost too thick to be allowed to use the phone. Another few minutes went by until he’d drawn enough breath after delivering information to ask his question. “Chief, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what took so long for you to give us Pearl?”
Silence at the other end for a moment, then, “I fired her a while back, Glass,” he said.
Glass frowned. “Pardon sir? She just came in yesterday saying that she’d just been let off one of your cases,” he said stupidly.
“She lied. She was kicked off the force for tampering with evidence and was being investigated for murder when she disappeared.” the man said flatly. “Glass, if she’s there, you’re in deep horse shit and sinking fast. She’s been linked to at least 4 murders here. Dammit boy, why are still talking to me, get her!” Glass looked around, gun already drawn. Then it hit him square in the eyes.
The sudden appearance when the studio was raided.
The janitor whose ID was stolen by Izzy
How they could never find any fingerprints, all policemen’s fingerprints are on file
Izzy…
The phone was yelling his name as he ducked into the hallway, back to the wall gun at the ready. He didn’t know what to expect, but knew… oh god Izzy. He edged around the first bend in the hallway, which didn’t seem soft and inviting anymore. He felt fear-sweat trickle down his back, staining his shirt. He looked down and did a double take.
There was a bloodstain under the door. He leaned against the wall and centered himself, kicking it open just next to the doorknob, hearing it crack satisfyingly. Hertell sat on the commode, shirt ripped open and belt undone with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead, Gun Shot Residue dotting his forehead.
A silencer…shit! He edged back around the wall, further down to the master bedroom and kicked that one open, too.
He remarked later that they looked almost poetic in a sick, macabre sort of way, Drew with half his face smashed in, Izzy wrapped around him so that their heads were pressed together. Izzy’s head was a bloody mess, but it was intact. At least he’d been spared that, he thought dully as he ran over.
He felt for a pulse on each of them, and for a second his heart crashed when he found nothing.
Then…a faint blip on one…no both!
He cried out, tears streaking his cheeks. He snapped back into himself with an abrupt start and wrenched his walkie-talkie from his pocket. “This is Detective Glass I need an emergency medical unit immediately,” he shouted into the receiver, feeling that this would be all right.
He was forgetting something though. He almost clocked himself with his gun as he began running towards the front door. “All units, please respond,” he panted into his walkie-talkie as he leapt the hedge, “All units, the killer is in the Mochrie house, wait for my arrival by the front door, all units please hurry,” he said through gritted teeth.
By: PD
Pairing: for this chapter – Ry/ Col
Rating: R for post epiphany violence
Disclaimer: Don’t own, so don’t sue.
Summary: … All units, please respond, the killer is in the Mochrie house…
Chapter 10: Help!
Abe walked along the pathway, gazing out on the front yards of the quiet neighborhood, here and there a patrol car with a dozing policeman inside. Had to remind himself to reprimand some of them for sleeping on the job. He shook himself, pulling his jacket a little closer to keep out the morning chill. Damn this LA weather, can’t make up its damn mind if it wants to be hot or cold! He shook himself and felt a smile slide across his face as he saw Pearl stepping out into the sunshine, shutting the door behind her and locking it. She sighed and stretched, then noticed him and smiled. As they drew even with each other they hugged. “Good morning Pearl, what brings you out so early?” he asked, amused.
“Ah, I can’t stand being cooped up with those love birds,” she sighed. Abe felt his eyes widen.
“You mean Drew and Izzy?” he spluttered.
“Yeah, all night long like there was no tomorrow. I shan’t be surprised if they slept the day away!” she said, looking back at the house with quiet amusement.
“So where’s officer Hertell?”
“Bathroom, something didn’t agree with him last night. May I go over and say ‘hi’ to the boys?” she asked.
He nodded briskly, “Oh, hey Pearl? Why did you get here so late? I requested you almost a month ago!”
“Paperwork! Take it up with them if you want!” she shouted back, mounting the steps to the Mochrie place.
He chuckled waving her off. Nobody would want to do that, except he had some more information that he promised to the Chief back home to help complete their own file. When he got inside, the house was quiet in the soft morning sunshine. He peeked down the hallway. Yep, they used the master bedroom, dammit. He was so not gonna clean those sheets. The door was closed, thank god for small favors, so he tip toed into the kitchen and snagged the phone.
Within a few minutes he was talking to the chief of Scotland Yard, a Welshman with an accent almost too thick to be allowed to use the phone. Another few minutes went by until he’d drawn enough breath after delivering information to ask his question. “Chief, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what took so long for you to give us Pearl?”
Silence at the other end for a moment, then, “I fired her a while back, Glass,” he said.
Glass frowned. “Pardon sir? She just came in yesterday saying that she’d just been let off one of your cases,” he said stupidly.
“She lied. She was kicked off the force for tampering with evidence and was being investigated for murder when she disappeared.” the man said flatly. “Glass, if she’s there, you’re in deep horse shit and sinking fast. She’s been linked to at least 4 murders here. Dammit boy, why are still talking to me, get her!” Glass looked around, gun already drawn. Then it hit him square in the eyes.
The sudden appearance when the studio was raided.
The janitor whose ID was stolen by Izzy
How they could never find any fingerprints, all policemen’s fingerprints are on file
Izzy…
The phone was yelling his name as he ducked into the hallway, back to the wall gun at the ready. He didn’t know what to expect, but knew… oh god Izzy. He edged around the first bend in the hallway, which didn’t seem soft and inviting anymore. He felt fear-sweat trickle down his back, staining his shirt. He looked down and did a double take.
There was a bloodstain under the door. He leaned against the wall and centered himself, kicking it open just next to the doorknob, hearing it crack satisfyingly. Hertell sat on the commode, shirt ripped open and belt undone with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead, Gun Shot Residue dotting his forehead.
A silencer…shit! He edged back around the wall, further down to the master bedroom and kicked that one open, too.
He remarked later that they looked almost poetic in a sick, macabre sort of way, Drew with half his face smashed in, Izzy wrapped around him so that their heads were pressed together. Izzy’s head was a bloody mess, but it was intact. At least he’d been spared that, he thought dully as he ran over.
He felt for a pulse on each of them, and for a second his heart crashed when he found nothing.
Then…a faint blip on one…no both!
He cried out, tears streaking his cheeks. He snapped back into himself with an abrupt start and wrenched his walkie-talkie from his pocket. “This is Detective Glass I need an emergency medical unit immediately,” he shouted into the receiver, feeling that this would be all right.
He was forgetting something though. He almost clocked himself with his gun as he began running towards the front door. “All units, please respond,” he panted into his walkie-talkie as he leapt the hedge, “All units, the killer is in the Mochrie house, wait for my arrival by the front door, all units please hurry,” he said through gritted teeth.
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