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FAKE First Year Together: Justice (June), ch 24
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Dear Fake readers,

I'm publishing this chapter a little later than I expected because my husband did not go to work until 11:00 P.M.! The minute he left I sprang to my computer and began tweaking the chapter. It took me until now to work most of the bugs out of it.

In other news, I had an unsatisfactory experience with a psychic today, which I will detail in amendments to this post once I get the story up. Have any of you ever gone to a psychic, Tarot card reader, etc.? Just wondering.

FAKE First Year Together: Justice (June), chapter 24

By Brit Columbia

Fandom: FAKE
Pairing: Dee and Ryo
Timeline: Set after my big story FAKE First Year Together: A New Day (May). Both Justice and A New Day are set after Volume 7 of FAKE
Summary: Dee and Ryo are hunting the dangerous and corrupt Lieutenant Abernathy, but he'll take them down first, if he can. They are slowly closing in on him, but he still has the advantage.
Rating: This chapter is worksafe.
Disclaimer: FAKE, featuring Dee, Ryo, Bikky, The Chief, and Ted, was created by Sanami Matoh. I make no claim on FAKE or Ms. Matoh or any of her characters. I just write fanfiction about them because I love the FAKE world so much.
Author's Notes: Lieutenant Abernathy, Alan Radley, his grandmother Mrs. Price, Rick Romero (AKA Ja Romeo), John Hambler (AKA Jackhammer), Wes Samberg the drug dealer, Officer Gordon Cooper, and Officer Cameron Bell are my characters.
Thank you to ladyfeather and tripple_p for beta-reading this chapter for me.

Previously in Justice: The evil Lieutenant Mike Abernathy is building his underworld crime empire while maintaining his facade as an investigator in Internal Affairs. Dee and Ryo are after him. They attempted to take him down in a sting involving a stolen car, illegal drugs, and one of his old street contacts, Jackhammer, the week before. Unfortunately, Abernathy was one step ahead of them and ordered a patrol car to intercept them and kill Jackhammer. The two patrol officers were Officers Cameron Bell and Gordon Cooper. Internal Affairs is now investigating both of those men.

A few weeks ago, Lt. Abernathy beat up musician Alan Radley, while impersonating Detective Randy MacLean (Ryo). Alan's friend Rick, (AKA Ja Romeo) believes that Ryo was the cop who beat up Alan because Alan showed him the card left by Abernathy, which read "Detective Randy MacLean, 27th Precinct, NYPD." Rick works for Abernathy, but Alan does not know this. At the same time, Abernathy does not know of the connection between Rick and Alan. He just wants to take down Ryo and Dee before they expose him and he gets arrested for corruption. 

Alan has met Ryo-- the real Detective Randy MacLean-- only once, and that was back in Justice, Chapter 7. Dee introduced him as 'Ryo' and before Ryo could state his whole name, they were interrupted. In Justice, Chapter 11, Dee met with Alan and his old grandmother at their home in Brooklyn, and talked about his partner. "Ryo, right?" asks Alan. Dee replies, "Yeah, Good memory."

So you see, my dear readers, there is a very big misunderstanding going on!

Wes Samberg is a drug dealer who almost got caught back when Abernathy and crew tried to set up Bikky and Wes for drug trouble. Wes is being shaken down by Lt. Abernathy and he doesn't like it. He might be willing to help Dee and Ryo get rid of Abernathy-- if they can guarantee he won't get killed...

Justice: Chapter 24

"Dude, what the hell happened to your face?" Dee punched Ted's shoulder lightly.

Ted swatted Dee's arm away. "Good to see you too, Dee, buddy," he said sarcastically. "I'm technically still on medical leave, you know. My head hasn't stopped feeling like it's gonna explode, but thanks for asking."

"I know the feeling. I've had two concussions in the last three months, don't forget. Your headache will go away eventually. But let's get back to your face."

Ted rubbed his chin. "Had a reaction to the glue I used for my disguise at the sting, so I decided not to shave for a few days. Ramona says I look all stubbly and manly."

"'Ramona says', huh?" Dee slung an arm over Ted's shoulder. "Heard you're getting laid, man. She any good?"

Ted grinned back at him, pleased. "That woman could suck the chrome off a tail pipe. Let's leave it at that."

"Good on ya, Teddy. I know it's been a while for you. Let's eat, then go see what we can get outta Cooper."

Ted looked at his watch. "I can't wait," he said, his tone grim. "Goin' down for a shot he claims he didn't fire? Guy's not only a douche, he's a patsy."


Bikky had offered to help load the dishwasher after dinner, but as he managed to drop a water glass and break one of the handles off a serving bowl while doing so, Karen had cut her losses and sent him out to the barn with instructions to help Pedrick.

Bikky didn't think Pedrick was gonna be thrilled to hear that. When he and Carol had come out to the barn earlier, Pedrick wouldn't let them touch anything, although the grumpy old coot eventually thawed somewhat toward Carol.

Bikky found the Almighty Head Groom of K-Ray Ranch sewing away on a coarse blanket by the light of a big brass lantern. He flopped down on a bale of hay opposite him. "Whatcha doin, man?"

Pedrick's lip curled but he did not glance in Bikky's direction.

"Fine, don't talk to me." Bikky heaved himself to his feet and began to wander restlessly about the large, badly-lit barn. Adults treating him like shit was nothing new to him. The only good thing was that it had been happening less often since Ryo had taken him on and gotten him cleaned up and enrolled in a decent school and all. However, it still happened fairly regularly.

Of course when Bikky was in the company of white people, like Ryo, Dee and Carol, it was almost like having a ticket for acceptance, at least among others of their kind. But Pedrick wasn't altogether 'white', himself, so Bikky didn't know where the guy got off acting like this. Maybe he just hated kids.

Bikky turned around at the ladder to the hay loft and gazed at Pedrick assessingly. Hmmm, neither white nor black. He could have been anything. Native? Bollywood? Bikky really had no idea.

"Hey, are you Mexican?" he asked the groom.

"Not today. Mind your own business, punk." The man didn't bother to look up from his diligent sewing. His face didn't change. There was a touch of an accent, but Bikky hadn't been able to place it earlier; couldn't place it now.

He remembered how Karen had said that this guy gave horse-riding lessons. It was hard for Bikky to imagine such a grouch being patient and encouraging like teachers needed to be. Maybe he just yelled at people until they got out of his line of sight and figured it out by themselves, sort of like Mr. Jenkins, Bikky's sixth grade science teacher. Some people were just assholes.


Iggy's was packed with middle management types in suits, none of whom seemed to be watching the ATP tennis game being broadcast on the sports screens. There were hardly any women in evidence, a fact which made Ted's eyes sharpen in suspicion.

"Hey," he remarked. "Did Iggy's become a gay bar in my absence or something?"

Dee rolled his eyes. "Dammit, Ted, grow a brain. Gay guys don't wear cheap gray suits from JC Penney. Look at the waitresses." He indicated one who strutted past them in high heeled black boots and leatherette hot pants.

"Oh," said Ted, and then to Dee's surprise, turned away and shrugged. "Meh."

" 'Meh?' "

"Ramona's got way better tits. That's Cooper over at the bar, right?"

"Yeah. Let's go get him." Dee set off in that direction, and Ted hurried to keep up.

"Officer Cooper?" Dee did not extend his hand. This patrol dickwad and his partner had wronged the Twenty- Seventh, particularly Ted, and it was up to Cooper to stick out his hand first.

"Oh, hey, Detective Laytner!" Cooper looked pathetically glad to see them. He pumped first Dee's hand, and then Ted's. "Call me, Gordon. Or Gord, whatever suits you. Thanks for coming, guys."

"You said you got some concerns about your partner and the IA investigation?" Ted got right to the point.

The nervous grin disappeared from Gordon's face. "Concerns? Yeah, that's putting it mildly. I've worked with Cam for two years, you know? We were pretty close. I never thought he'd screw me like this. And those sons of bitches at IA-- it's like they're workin' from a fuckin' script!"

"We get it," Dee said. "With what's been goin' on at IA lately, we don't trust 'em either. I take it you've met Lieutenant Abernathy?"

"No, I haven't, actually." Gordon took a pull on his bottle of Michelob. "But Cam said he was the guy that called in the intel about the stolen car in your sting. He's Internal fucking Affairs! Can you fuckin' believe that?"

"Oh, yeah." Dee ordered a pair of ginger ales from a balding bartender with moles in all the wrong places. "We know this guy very well. The sting was all about him, as a matter of fact."

Gordon looked at him unhappily. "Yeah, I heard. Later. But at the time, I didn't know shit, but what Cam told me."

"Did Cam tell you to smash my head in?" demanded Ted.

"Yeah, he did." Gordon eyed Ted apprehensively. "But he didn't tell me you were a cop! He said you were a lowlife. Honest! I'm real sorry, man. Didn't mean to knock you cold."

Ted did not look mollified.

"Did he tell you he was gonna blow the back of Hambler's head out?" Dee pushed a ten at the bartender and passed one of the drinks to Ted.

"No! Jesus Christ, that was fucked up!" Gordon's voice dropped and he looked around the bar nervously. "All he told me was that we were gonna 'take care of' you guys, him on Hambler, me on the sidekick. I assumed he meant we were gonna, er, you know, rough you up a little before booking ya." He looked hopefully at Ted and Dee. "I mean, shit, this is New York City. We all do that sometimes, right?"

They stared stonily back at him, so he withdrew once more to the refuge of his beer. There was a short silence, and then he came back from the original direction. "I now realize, of course, that by 'take care of', he meant something totally different."

Dee and Ted locked eyes for a moment and then Dee spoke.

"Look, man, I get it. Sometimes, as cops, we're, um, caught up in the moment, you know? And things can get a little... 'murky' in the heat of the action. But I don't get how Bell and his friends think they can get away with hanging this on you. I mean, Cam was the guy who shot Hambler, right?" Dee put his hand on Gordon's shoulder and gave it a little shake. "Not you."

Cooper seemed to squirm on his bar stool. He tried to drink from his beer bottle, but found it empty. After signally broadly to the bartender, he turned his attention reluctantly back to Ted and Dee.

"I've been such an idiot," he said at last in an oddly bleak and broken voice. And then his face crumpled.

He was still sobbing softly when the bartender brought him his next beer.


"Did you get anything good outta him?" asked the Chief.

"Some," said Dee, speaking softly into his cell phone. "From the looks of this place, Cooper's been drinking all day." He glanced around Officer Gordon Cooper's disordered apartment. There were eleven dead beer bottles on the coffee table and a half-full forty pounder of Jamaican rum on the kitchen counter. Funny, Cooper hadn't seemed that far gone at the start of their meeting in the bar. "Ted's trying to get him to drink some water."

"Think you need an ambulance?"

"I dunno. He said he doesn't want one. But listen, Chief, that's gotta be someone else's call." Dee looked at his watch. "I got a meeting in twenty minutes with a guy who claims he picked up some dirt on our target. But I don't wanna leave Ted alone here. A public bar is one thing but this is the guy's apartment. Can you send someone else down?"

"Good call, Laytner. What with the recent set-ups, none of the team should be alone at any time they're on duty, especially in a private home. What's the story on your meeting?"

"Not a private home. I'm meeting the guy in a busy restaurant, not a dark alley."

The Chief hesitated a moment, and then said, "Okay, then. You always were good with the street contacts, Dee. I'm gonna trust you on this one. Tell O'Neill to get another glass of water into Cooper if he can. I'm sending a squad car down. What's the address there?"

Dee told him, and then said, "Hey, Chief, I gotta run. I'll report back after this meeting."

"Report to Sergeant Romano. I'm already an hour late for dinner. Take O'Neill out with you. He can wait on the street for the car to arrive."

Dee said that he would and hung up. "Come on Teddy-boy. I got a meeting and Chief says you can't be alone here."

"Wait... Are you guysh leavin'?" quavered Gordon. He still had the slur in his voice which had become apparent back at the bar. He tried to rise to his feet, but swayed violently and found he had no choice but to flop back down on the sofa. "Don't leave yet, okay? I don' like bein' alone here."

"Hey man, don't sweat it. I'm coming right back," Ted said. "I wanna talk to you some more. Take another sip of your water, okay?"

Gordon did so, slopping half the contents of the glass all over his shirt. "That'sh good because I gotta lot to say. Fuckin' bastards, trying to hang it all on me."

"Exactly," agreed Ted. "That's why I need a statement from you. We're not gonna let 'em make you take the fall for this."

"Dude, come on." Dee held the door open.

"Ten minutes," Ted told Cooper, and walked out the door past Dee.

As Dee pulled the door shut, his last glimpse of Cooper's face showed him that the guy didn't believe that anyone was really coming back to talk to him. He looked like a kid who knew he was being fobbed off with fake promises of a trip to Disney World.

"What a loser," Dee muttered to Ted as they strode down the hall together. "Still pissed at him?"

"No," said Ted, his hand going to the sore spot on the back of his head. "He ain't bad, just stupid. Can't hate a guy for being stupid."

"Sure ya can, bro. You're just living in a hearts and flowers world because you finally got a woman to put out for you."

"You're kinda in a hearts and flowers world too, lately," Ted retorted. "How's Ryo doing?"

"Missing his kid," Dee said quickly, looking over toward the elevator. He didn't like the insinuation he heard in Ted's tone. Did Ted know something? Ryo would kill him if anyone else found out. His partner had been quite clear about wanting to remain in the closet for now. Dee looked at his watch again. "Shit, I gotta be at Circo on Avenue B at eight. Think I'll make it?"

"Nope, you're gonna be late," said Ted dismissively. "But you're always late, so no one's gonna be surprised."


"Chili prawn?" Wes nodded at the half-empty platter in front of him and kept on chewing.

Dee demurred and pulled out his notebook. He loved seafood, but he made a point of never eating while questioning street contacts. Drinking was risky enough, but you had to do it sometimes just to get the rapport going. The regulations allowed plainclothes cops to have one alcoholic drink on duty in the pursuit of work-related information, and Dee usually stuck to light beer. This restaurant didn't have any good light beer, though, so he was drinking black tea. It worked because Wes was not drinking either.

"So you say you got some info about Mike?"

"Yeah, but obviously I don't wanna get shot, so I'm not about to make any formal statements or appearances at the cop shop." Wes took a bite of a paella croquette, obviously savoring the flavor, because he was completely silent until he had swallowed his mouthful. "I wanna know how close you are to nailing this guy. He's pushing into my territory, and I want him out of my hair."

"You talked with him?"

Wes didn't answer. Instead he placed his cell phone on the table and pressed a button. Instantly Abernathy's smooth, rolling tones filled the space between the two men.

"You're a businessman, Mr. Samberg. You understand the costs of doing business. If you've never had to pay protection before, you can call yourself lucky. It's a fact of life on the streets of any big American city nowadays-- once an operation like yours reaches a certain size and level of revenue, someone's bound to notice."

"I think your fees are high," came Wes's voice. "And I'm not clear on exactly what you're offering me for two grand a month."

"Two grand a month is a bargain, laddie. I'd estimate conservatively you make eight or ten a month after expenses."

"I already pay for protection from Alicia Grant."

"Yes, I'm aware of that," Abernathy said briskly. "Several of her other subsidiaries pay us too. We can offer you something that Ms. Grant can't."

"And what would that be?"

"A life out here in the world, rather than in a six by eight cell for the next five or ten years. Freedom to pursue your business and pleasures the way you see fit. Wasn't exactly like that in Brooklyn Correctional, was it?"

There was a silence, and then Abernathy continued. "In addition to that, of course, we require a small sampling of your merchandise, already prepped for sale. I'll send a man to you weekly."

Wes could be heard asking, "How much is a small sampling?"

"Eight grams of heroin, two of cocaine, and five percent of anything else you have on hand."

"Eight and two? Are you serious?"

"Dead serious, lad."

"How am I supposed--"

Wes pressed a button on the phone, effectively cutting himself off mid-sentence. His calm eyes met Dee's, which were blazing with excitement. Dee would have been willing to bet his favorite D & G jacket that ol' Mikey had no clue whatsoever that his pitch had been recorded for posterity.

"There's more of course," Wes said. "Inadmissible, I know. But I'm due to make my first 'protection' payment next Friday, so I doubt we'll run short of opportunities for him to increase his terms."

"You'll wear a wire?"

Wes ate another chili prawn with deliberate slowness, and licked his fingers thoroughly before answering. "That depends."


"Small operation. You, me, your partner, your commanding officer. Not your whole department. No guest cops like whoever you had watching me from behind the glass that time at the plaza."

Dee scratched his head. "Look, I don't know if we can make it that tight..."

"You better. I heard what happened to Jackhammer." Wes tossed the prawn tail onto a side plate and reached for another croquette. "You guys fucked up big time, and he paid the price."

"We did not fuck up!" Dee felt himself getting hot under the collar.

"Yeah, you did." Wes shrugged. "So what? We all fuck up sometimes. Even me. But you had too many people involved in that sting you pulled, and your prep went on too long. This Abernathy dude has ears and eyes everywhere."

"Oh yeah? Well, maybe he's got eyes here, too." Dee indicated the restaurant with a hand gesture. Actually, he was wondering how the hell Wes had gotten his intel on the infamous sting.

Wes shrugged fatalistically. "Maybe. But I don't think so."

"How do you know that?"

Wes took a sip of his coke. "Lieutenant Abernathy was right about only one thing about me: since I got out of jail, I've become a very cautious man. Back to business, Detective Laytner."


Dee called Ryo with his exciting news. "Hey babe, guess what? Wes played me a recording on his phone..."

"Dee, thank goodness you called. I was just about to call you."

"You were?" Dee couldn't help feeling surprised. Like that ever happened. Ryo must be running out of coffee or something, and needed him to make a grocery run.

"Yeah. Were you with Officer Gordon Cooper earlier?"

"Yeah, I was. I tried to tell you that when I called earlier--"

"Okay, whatever. The point is, you should give Ted a call."

"How come? Is Ted okay?" Dee felt a sudden attack of guilt. What if Ted had been hurt again?

"Yes, he's fine. It's Cooper who's... not okay."

"What? How bad is he?"

"Um, pretty bad. He's, er, dead, actually."

"What the fuck?" Dee realized he was gripping the phone hard enough to break it. He forced himself to concentrate on loosening his fingers on it, one by one.

"Dee? Are you there?" he could hear Ryo's voice coming loudly out of the phone. "Dee? Answer me!"

Dee put the phone back up to his mouth. "Yeah. I'm here. What'd they make it look like?"

"I beg your pardon?"

"Cooper's death. How did they do him?"

"Cause of death is inconclusive at this point," Ryo replied. "But it looks like some kind of O.D. Or maybe alcohol poisoning. The autopsy will tell us, but that could be a week or longer."

"Damn it!"

"Oh, and there's one more thing...." Ryo's voice was apologetic.

"What now?"

"IA wants to talk to you and Ted. Apparently you were the last people to see him alive."

"Well, ain't that a fucking surprise."


Dee found Alan, as directed, out in the alley off the kitchen door of the Karaoke joint. It was dark out there and stank of garbage and piss. The night air was warm, bordering on muggy, which never did good things for garbage.  Dee tried not to breathe through his nose. It was criminal what the bylaws were doing to smokers nowadays. Soon there would be nowhere left in the city where it was legal to smoke. Dee's unknown forbears had blessed him with a DNA package that came with pretty good night vision, so despite the dense and pungent darkness, he was able to make out a shadowy figure leaning against the concrete wall off to the right of the door.

"Thought you didn't smoke."

"I do now." Alan's voice sounded flat. Dee shrugged and accepted the younger man's tacit warning not to press him further on that subject.

"Wanna talk to you about Rick." Dee reached for his own cigarettes.

"I told you I ain't gonna say anything about him."

"Did you know that he and Shantaya set up my partner yesterday by planting shit in his apartment? In addition to the jewelry they stashed in his bedroom, they also put a big bag of Molly in Bikky's room." Dee lit his smoke with his lighter, but the light it cast was too weak to tell him anything about Alan's reaction.

Alan was silent, but Dee could see the cherry on his cigarette flare up briefly. It brought the lower half of Alan's face into view while it lasted, but his eyes remained in shadow.

Alan blew the smoke out of his lungs before he answered. "Bullshit."

"Hey, Alan, this is me, Dee from the 'hood, son of a nun, the guy who calls it like he sees it. You think I go around lying?"

"Dee, I think--" Alan cut himself off. "Never mind."

"Oh no you don't. You don't get to call me a bullshitter and then say 'Never mind'. Explain yourself, bro."

"I ain't your bro, white man. You may be Dee from the 'hood, and you may be able to quote bible verses to impress old ladies, but I, for one, never forget for one Goddamn second that you are a cop. And your kind and mine don't mix, man." Alan threw down his smoke and pushed past Dee to get to the door.

Dee grabbed Alan's arm with his free hand and jerked him around to face him. "Listen up, kid. We got a witness who overheard Rick telling Shantaya, 'We gotta get rid of this guy. I owe it to my buddy, Alan.' " Dee paused and looked hard at the younger man through narrowed eyes. "You got anything you wanna say about that? Because, bro, you're about six seconds away from taking a trip downtown with me."

Alan jerked his arm out of Dee's grasp and swore, but not before Dee had seen his eyes go wide with fear. "Dee, I don't know what you're talking about. So what if Rick was overheard talking about some guy named Alan? How does it follow that in a city this size, there's only one 'Alan' Rick could be talking about, and that has to be me?"

"I didn't say it definitely was you. But it's likely to be you, since you're the guy who does music with Rick and used to go to high school with him. There's also the fact that all his other friends seem to have names like Afroman and Lil' Shizz, according to his Facebook page."

"Look, I think there's some kind of misunderstanding here. I've met your partner. Ryo, right? He seems like a good guy. If he and Rick have history, that ain't something I know about." Alan held Dee's eyes with his own. "Honest."

"He and Rick don't have history. They've never even met. Your buddy Rick's being worked by a dirtbag crooked cop. Together they've got some kind of arrangement with the Dyre Street Devils. Up until Friday, all we wanted to do was talk to Rick. Now we've got a statewide warrant on him."

Alan didn't respond, but Dee felt he looked even more scared than before.

"So, Alan, you can bet we're gonna get Rick sooner or later. Personally, I'm betting on sooner. It would be good for you if you could arrange not to be with him when the NYPD catches up to him. You know how those SWAT teams tend to go overboard with their take-downs."

"What's the..." Alan's voice came out a little squeaky. He licked his lips and tried again. "What's the warrant for?"

"He's a person of interest in a murder."

"Murder?" Alan's eyes went so wide Dee thought they might pop right out. "Rick?"

"Yeah. Rick. Your good buddy." Dee finally let go of Alan's arm. "We want him, and the cop who's running him. They know we're after them and that's why the pair of them tried to set up my partner. Like I said, Ryo and Rick don't have history. Rick was just following orders. But you can understand how, for us, it suddenly got a whole lot more personal."

Alan looked away, his expression showing how stunned and confused he was. "Oh my God," he said. "Rick's in major deep shit, ain't he?" He swayed a little on his feet and then sank down to sit on the ground, his head between his knees.

"Yeah. Look if you change your mind about being helpful, gimme a call." Dee handed Alan his card. He didn't want to press the younger man any further. He regretted having to go all hardass with him, but it had been necessary to shake him a little. He figured if he backed off now, Alan would come around when he'd had time to take it all in. "In any case, I think you better start looking for a new music partner."


Alan waited until he was sure Detective Laytner was gone before he phoned Rick. He sneaked into the men's room and locked himself in a stall before pulling out his cell phone. He had to keep his voice down because his break was technically over, and Timmy, the owner of the bar, expected him to get back out on the floor and see if anyone in his section wanted fresh drinks and more snacks. But he was still shaken up by what Dee had said, and he needed to talk to Rick.

"Rick, man, you never told me they had a warrant on you for friggin' murder!"

"What? Murder?" Rick sounded surprised, but he also sounded scared. "Is that why they wanna talk to me?"

"Apparently, yes." Alan couldn't help remembering the conversation he had had with Tyrone Ibo not long ago at Concrete when he had shown up in daytime hours hoping to practice Steelshot's new songs with Rick, but had found Tyrone waiting for him instead. Tyrone had warned him that Rick was pushing for membership with the Devils, and that there was a rumor that Rick had killed a junkie in Queens as part of his initiation. Tyrone had been pretty drunk at the time, and Alan well knew that there was no love lost between Rick and the son of Essien Ibo, so he hadn't been sure whether to believe it or not. More to the point, he really hadn't wanted to believe it. But now it had been confirmed by the NYPD. " You told me they were after you because you tried to set up that asshole Detective MacLean."

"Look, that's what I thought that raid on my place was about. Revenge, 'cause I went after one of their own. What the FUCK is this about murder?"

Alan felt that Rick sounded a little too... aggressive. Something was not ringing true here. He decided to take a chance. "You know, Rick, I gotta say, this ain't the first time I heard this."

"What you sayin', man?"

"I'm saying there's a rumor I heard 'bout a kid junkie in Queens." Approximately three seconds after those words had left Alan's lips, his ear was filled with loud music. He recognized the discordant off-key tones of Muscleboyz, Sonny's crap house band. Sonny let them play whenever the DJ took a break. Rick was evidently at Concrete.

"What's that Alan? Cain't hear ya, man! Gonna have to call back!" Rick shouted, and his voice was barely audible over the noise. The line went dead.

Alan shook his head and put his phone away with trembling hands. He was sure now that Rick had gotten himself mixed up in a murder. Jesus. And Rick had his spare key to the apartment he shared with Gram. He didn't think Rick would do anything to ensure his silence... or would he? Alan felt his gut clench with self-recrimination. Why had he opened up his big mouth? He and Rick had a long association, sure, but he had never really trusted him. What if Rick decided that he and Gram were a danger to him?


Dee left One Police Plaza at 11:01, pleased with the way the night had gone. He and Ted had successfully evaded IA for the time being, although tomorrow was another story. Ted had also whipped out his computer skills and showed Dee how to download speech-to-text software onto his phone that would allow him to make his report verbally and end up with a typed text version when he was done. Not the greatest typist in the world, Dee had been delighted at how much time this saved him near the close of his shift.

Now his mind was on Ryo, who was hopefully in bed, and hopefully naked. Well, maybe that was too much to ask. Dee would settle for almost naked. It was a warm night, after all.

He let himself into Ryo’s apartment, calling his lover’s name softly. All was quiet and most of the lights were off. He found Ryo sitting up in bed with pillows stacked up behind him, and a photo album propped up on his lap. It took him a moment to realize that Ryo had fallen asleep in that position. Dee chuckled, and sat down on the bed. The slight creak of bed springs and the shifting of the mattress caused Ryo to awaken with a soft snort, which Dee found both hilarious and adorable.

“How ya doin’, babe?”


"Miss me?" He leaned in and kissed Ryo's nose.

"Maybe," said Ryo softly and reached for him.

~end of chapter 24~

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Yay, finally a new chapter! :D
I'm wondering when this big misunterstanding will be clarified. ;)

When? Oh, maybe... in the nick of time!

Yes, I am, aren't I? Especially the way the chapter ended. Ryo's in bed, presumably not wearing much because it's mid-June in NYC, and therefore probably too hot for jammies. Dee's on the bed with him and there is nose-kissing going on. Oh my, whatever will happen?

The hope is that my readers will come back to find out!

Doubt you remember me, I started reading your stuff about 4/5 possibly 6 years ago when I first came across FAKE. I was able to tell you about John Barrowman, funny how my brain remembers random information. Point of writing is that when I started reading your stuff Slave to a Gladiator wasn't finished - now, well I may be busy for...the next month or so catching up :) I've missed this so much *squeal*

Hi yourself! Yes, I remember you. You were Saigh, right? Wow, welcome back to my LJ. Yeah, there's a lot more reading to be had here now, including one-shots that never made it to fanfiction.net. Make yourself at home and let me know if you need cookies or tea!

Another wonderful chapter. I sure hope this "misunderstanding" will be resolved before a legal case is made out of it, and Alan sees Detective McLean--the real one--in court.

I hope Alan calls Dee, wants to set up a meeting with him and his partner to discuss his position, and that Ryo gives him his card at the end... that should do it. Nice and clean. Plus, Alan can testify in court that Abernathy beat him up? Oh, in a perfect world.

Also, damn, that phone evidence is inadmissible? Why, again?

I'm sorry, but it is inadmissible. It would be so much easier on Dee and Ryo if they could use it.

I have to follow the foundation for authentication of sound recordings that was established in the federal courts in the United States v. McKeever, and upheld in cases such as United States v. McMillan. They have a whole list of what constitutes admissibility and what doesn't.

Basically, a non-government agent cannot go and make his own secret tape of conversation with another person that he feels is guilty. It's different if the the other person is, say, making a phone call, and KNOWS he's leaving a message on voice mail. But Abernathy didn't do that. Wes was taping secretly underneath the table, and he himself is not a government agent. He was acting independently without authorization. This recorded conversation is inadmissible on at least five counts.

Thanks so much for reading and for being interested in the legal aspects.

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Damn that Abernathy. This whole mix-up about Ryo would have never happened if the bastard hadn't given Alan that business card in the first place. Though, now that I'm reflecting on it, didn't Alan think it was a little strange that the cop that beat him turned around and gave him his card? I mean, I would be a bit dubious about the information on the card if it was given to me by someone who just beat the ever living crap out of me. Meh..

Kudos to Dee though for getting Wes' cooperation on the case. I think he's going to be able to lead them in a big way towards finally catching that slippery Abernathy. Then again, the "Bad Lieutenant" seems to be getting pretty sloppy if he didn't even think Wes was recording their conversation. And to just outright say what he wanted as protection money was in bad form.

Also, poor Bikky. Not only is he stuck out at the ranch, but he's worthless there. Life is sad for the little city boy thrust out into the country against his will. Which reminds me that we never found out about the man in the wheelchair who aided Bikky during his run-in at the subway station. I wonder what you're planning for him...

As always, I absolutely adored this chapter (these short, quick updates must be killer on you but I love you for doing them!). I cannot wait to see what else is going to happen to these guys!

Well, if you re-read the section in A New Day, ch 42, http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/61779.html

You can see Alan's feelings about the whole thing. He didn't think it was strange at all. He's black and has a criminal record. Abernathy is a white cop. Alan wouldn't dream of making a complaint because he assumes the police will all stick together and back up one of their own. It would be his word against a cop's. He doesn't think he has even a small hope of getting any justice.

Abernathy is one of those middle aged people who suck at technology! He doesn't automatically think of all the other uses of a cell phone, besides making and receiving calls. Young people think of these things, but not so much older people who didn't use cell phones in their youth.

Thank you for you kind and enthusiastic comments. I'm pretty close to being finished chapter 25. There's both action and affection coming up in the next few chapters!

Edited at 2012-05-21 10:49 pm (UTC)

Awesome chapter

Hey brit-

This is a great Dee-centric installment of Justice. I love how he interacts with such a varied group of people--Ted, Wes, Ryo, Chief Smith, Alan and Cooper--all with a subtle difference in his speech, and approach. Yet in the end, it's all Dee.

Eh, poor Gordo....At this point, I'm wondering just how many of these secondary characters will make it to the end of Justice alive. Alan seems to have doom written all over him,and Rick for certain.

As for Abernathy...I would like to see his downfall come at the hands of someone unexpected but I assume it will be from Ryo. Don't get between a mama bear (Ryo) and her cub (Bikky)!

Hope your headache's better; my work has been a bitch lately too :(.


Dee is easier for me to write than Ryo. It may be because Dee is more upfront about what he likes and doesn't like, whereas Ryo is more likely to play a role and try to conform more to what society expects of him. He often doesn't understand his own feelings after a lifetime of repressing anything he thought was 'wrong' or wouldn't go down well. Yeah, he's definitely more of a challenge. Dee flows out of me, whereas Ryo requires more thought.

I would love to comment on your remarks on the side characters and Abernathy's eventual downfall, but I think I must try to keep my plot secrets intact for now!

Sorry to hear your work has been stressful too. I hope things tone down soon for both of us.

Great chapter -lots to think about.

Angry about the treatment of Bikky by Pedrick (the shite). Hope he tells Dee or Ryo, but knowing Bikky, he would just suck it up. It is a shame to know that Bikky has always lived with similar treatment most of his life (unfortunately, this is real life too), and developed his personality to be impervious when it does occur. However, I am sure it still hurts. Hope to find out more about Pedrick.

Loving Dee - everytime he is has a scene you have great fun with his character (love the banter with Ted). Nice to read Ted is back at work, missing JJ a little.

Wes is playing it smart. Do not blame him for trying to cover his arse. But his request puts them in a delicate situation.

Alan now worried about Gram and himself, and how Rick will affect their lives because of his possible involvement in the murder. Actually feel for Alan in these circumstances.

Dee and Ted avoiding IA like the plague, but with lots of history between their divisions, it may not be a simple conversation. Wonder if Ryo will have something to say about the meeting with Cooper.

Finally, our two men end the day in the bedroom. A little quality time together is long overdue. :- )

Look forward to the next chapter.


Hi FM!

Back in Chapters 16 and 19 of A New Day, I touched lightly on the problems Bikky had had at school due to his race and unusual coloring, but I've never addressed the race issue with him. It's such a big theme that it deserves its own story and I haven't done any Bikky-centric stories yet except for Experience, which was just a ficlet. One of these days, I will, though.

I miss JJ too! And a lot has been happening in his personal life. I must try to bring him back next chapter. I'm writing the next chapter, which is close to being finished. I have been torturing Detective Greenspan some more. (Hee hee hee!)

Hi Brit!

Another good chapter. I am so relieved that Dee made it home safe and sound, and so did Ted. Too bad about Gordon though - I am wondering how valuable he would have been as a witness. Probably not much. I have a feeling that Wes is going to be the key witness. I am also curious how the misunderstanding between Alan and Ryo is going to play out.

Yes, you are such a tease! For some reason, I was really excited about how Ted hinted that he knows what's going on between Dee and Ryo - as excited as I was about the nose-kissing. Poor Dee must be freaking out again - with Ryo still so far buried under his inhibitions, Ted finding out about them is the last thing he wants. It will be very interesting to see how this plays out.

And I really want to read about your visit to the psychic! I have never been to one myself but I would love to hear about your visit.

Thanks for the entertaining chapter Brit!


Hey, Jo!

I'll talk about my disappointing trip to see the psychic tomorrow. I've been waiting for the feelings of irritation over it to pass.

The nose-kissing does not automatically precede lovemaking, I've got Dee and Ryo in the middle of a humongous fight. I'm looking forward to resolving it tomorrow night, I've got less than 1000 words left!

Thanks so much for your interest and curiosity. Until tomorrow...

Everything seemed to be going so swimmingly for Dee tonight; three possible interviews right in a row, all pointing to a conviction for Abernathy. Then that guy Cooper had to go and get himself killed! Stupid Cooper, what a pathetic way to go. At least Ted and Dee were both there and can swear to what really happened, plus presumably whatever officer was on his way to the scene. Obviously Cooper was alive until at least then. I don't see how it could be murder or poison; at least not counting the accidental alcoholic kind.

I have a feeling Rick's gonna get pulled down by Abernathy, but I have a hope that Alan can save himself. This giant misunderstanding will get cleared up in about two seconds when either Alan a) gets introduced properly to Ryo or b) tells someone at Precinct 27 that Detective Maclean speaks with a heavy Irish accent. And this Wes guy is like a silver bullet come true. That recorded phone conversation was amazing! Dee was grinning like a kid at Christmas.

C'mon boys, you're on a roll now. RIP Cooper, but even that can't possibly slow them down now.

Yes, Dee's had a successful night at work. Finally they're starting to catch some breaks. If he hasn't already, Abernathy will soon realize he should start to worry. But that's when he'll get really dangerous.

Thanks for reading and commenting!

I finally got the chance to read this chapter. Man this is getting hectic. I'm so ready for Abernathy to get his. I'll be patient though. I like the suspence.

I really feel bad for Alan. I'm hoping upon hope that nothing happens to him and Gram.

With the way this chapter ended, I take it we're in for a yummy lemon soon?

Please keep up the good work. I look forward to the next chapter.

Thank you, Stallianna! The new chapter will be up in about two weeks. When I know for sure which date it will be up, I'll announce it.

I'm glad you find this story suspenseful, because that was exactly what I was trying to do with recent chapters. In the next chapter, though, we'll temporarily back off from the plot and visit the star-crossed lovers of Berkeley!

Hey! It's Queen Lurker- wanted you to know I'm still reading and enjoying! I love to see all of the obvious hard work you've put into this story. Don't know if you remember I'm stuck with my phone as my sole Internet access point right now so I can't leave the detailed comments that I would like to. I do love your Dee, though. He's very real, and I've read a lot of fics where he goes a little over the top and boorish, so it's great to read one where he seems like an actual person who might exist! Your Dee comes off as intelligent and thoughtful in his own Dee way, and I think that's what's making the difference for me.

I enjoy reading all of the new installments and look forward to more!

QL! I was hoping you were still reading. I do remember the part about the phone. It's too bad that's still going on for you, but on the other hand, it probably simplifies life considerably. We all seem to need a hell of a lot of devices nowadays, don't we? I myself have a home desktop, a personal netbook, a work desktop and a work laptop, plus a very crappy e-reader from Dell that apparently has Internet capabilities but I've never been brave (or desperate ) enough to try to make it work. And now Ive gone and ordered a Kindle.

Thanks for the Dee comments! I think Dee is pretty smart, but of course, hampered by certain self-limiting beliefs. I think we all might have a few of those.

Anyway, I'm really glad you're still reading. Thanks very much for checking in.

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Hey don't feel bad. Sometimes the writer lags behind too! At least you're still with me. I'm very happy about that.

I've made it back from the desert alive! It was really hard not being able to get online at all, but totally worth it! I checked my email when I got back, and not only did I have a new chapter of A New Day waiting for me... I had a job offer as well! Hoorah!

I really liked this chapter as the great misunderstanding is finally coming to a head! I also got a sweet smile out of the last section... awwwww...

It's good to be back!

<3 Neengy

How was the desert, neengy? Where did you sleep? Did you find any dinosaur bits?

Thanks for being excited to find the chapter waiting. And big congratulations on the job offer!

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