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tamingthemuseTitle: Rock Me Slowly
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Rating: R
Word Count: 963
Warnings: AU - complete and total AU to the point where I've messed with people's pasts. So that could lead to them feeling OOC (as much as real people can feel OOC anyway).
Summary: Who knew that murder would bring him to the one person who could make him happier than he'd ever been?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. They all belong to themselves. Unless I made them up and then I clearly own them.
Notes: This isn't the full story. This is just a sneak peek of what I'm writing for my big bang. So, hope you enjoy! The prompt actually went the opposite since I was going to use the meaning and well....stalemate turned into one of them making a move.
Kris Allen hadn’t slept in almost forty-eight hours. He was tired, he was pissed, and all he wanted was a soft, warm bed and maybe a cold beer.
Instead, he had a report to write up and paperwork to fill out.
Sighing, he closed his eyes, knowing that even that simple motion wouldn’t tempt him to fall asleep just yet. Not with the images that were still fresh in his mind.
“Get away from me,” the man shouted, waving the gun at the young boy in front of him, eyes wild.
Kris stopped, gun raised and hands steady as he wracked his brain to remember what the man’s landlord had said his name was. “Ben,” he started, making sure to keep his voice low so as not to startle him, “why don’t you put the gun down?”
“Why don’t you go to hell?” Ben snapped. “Fucking cops, can’t ever just leave a man alone.”
Kris fought the urge to look down at the boy—Tim—and tilted his head slightly instead. “Ben, put the gun down and back up.”
“You’re here because that bitch called you. She wants you to lock me up.”
There was no room for the idea that, yeah, Kris kind of agreed with whoever she was. A man that was holding a gun to his son’s head wasn’t exactly sane after all. At least, not in Kris’s experience.
“I told you to get away from me!” Ben’s grip on the gun shifted and Kris moved forward a step.
Use his name. Make a connection. “Ben—“ He cut off, his eyes widening as Ben pulled the trigger. “No!”
Ben stared down at Tim’s body for only a moment before he lifted his gun and pointed it at Kris.
Kris didn’t hesitate as he pulled the trigger.
Four years old. Kris let out a breath and shoved back from his desk, moving out of the bullpen and heading for the coffee pot. The coffee would be absolute crap but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that the caffeine might help him focus on something other than the fact that he hadn’t been able to save a young boy from his father.
Silently swearing, Kris turned and headed in the direction of the locker room instead. He nodded at a few familiar faces, careful to keep the nausea he felt from showing.
“Allen, heard you had a rough one.”
Kris glanced over, nodding at Matt Giraud. “Yeah,” was all he said. There was a moment of silence before he raised his eyebrows slightly. “How’s your case going?”
“Wrapping it up and bringing the guy in. I’m thinking of letting the kid take the lead in Interview.” Matt grinned slightly and Kris knew it was because some of his surprise was showing. ‘The kid’ was Matt’s partner, David Archuleta, a rookie street detective that had worked his way up to Homicide. He was a sweet kid and he put people at ease quickly. Kris had always thought he’d had a baby face but he’d more than proven himself in the field when he’d almost become a victim of a serial killer a couple of months ago and had to hold his own against the man until they’d shown up.
“Yeah?”
Matt nodded. “Yeah, I think it’ll be good for him. He’s ready.”
“Let me know how he does,” Kris said, bumping Matt’s shoulder.
“Will do.” He didn’t say anything else as he walked out and Kris closed his eyes again before he steeled himself against the way his stomach turned and headed directly towards the sinks. He stared at his reflection, looking for anything that someone might be able to take as a sign that he was anything less than okay.
It was no surprise that there wasn’t one. He’d learned to mask those feelings years ago. Rather than linger on the thought, he turned on the water, splashing his face and reveling in the quick shock to his system from the cold water.
He took a few more moments to himself before nodding at his reflection and then walking back out and into the hall.
“Allen.”
He stopped and turned. “Commander Cowell,” he acknowledged. He thought of the report he had yet to type up and bit the inside of his cheek. “My report—“
“—will have to wait,” he interjected. “Homicide over at Asper. You’re going to be primary.”
Kris frowned. “Sir, Gokey’s up to take the next available case.”
Cowell nodded. “I know that, Allen. That doesn’t change the fact that you’re now primary on this. You’re discreet and I have no doubt you’ll get the job done.”
He isn’t sure what that says about Cowell’s faith in Gokey, who might be a bit of an asshole sometimes but is also a good cop, but it’s not his place to say anything. “Yes, sir,” he said instead.
“Good.” Cowell didn’t say anything else, just continued down to his office.
Kris blew out another breath and then swung back into the bullpen, grabbing his keys off of his desk. He glanced over at his partner, Anoop Desai, and jerked his head towards the exit.
“We’ve got another.”
Anoop frowned even as he stood. “Isn’t it supposed to be Gokey?” he asked as they headed down towards the parking garage.
“Yeah, well, there’s been a murder at Asper and Cowell insisted.”
“Somebody get stabbed to death with eyeliner?” Anoop’s lips twitched and Kris couldn’t help but remember a time when he’d have scowled at the remark instead of being amused. He and Anoop had only been working together for a little over a year and it had taken months before he’d begun to trust Anoop on a personal level.
Kris snorted and shook his head. “Shut up, Desai.”
Author:
blue_icy_roseRating: R
Word Count: 963
Warnings: AU - complete and total AU to the point where I've messed with people's pasts. So that could lead to them feeling OOC (as much as real people can feel OOC anyway).
Summary: Who knew that murder would bring him to the one person who could make him happier than he'd ever been?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them. They all belong to themselves. Unless I made them up and then I clearly own them.
Notes: This isn't the full story. This is just a sneak peek of what I'm writing for my big bang. So, hope you enjoy! The prompt actually went the opposite since I was going to use the meaning and well....stalemate turned into one of them making a move.
Kris Allen hadn’t slept in almost forty-eight hours. He was tired, he was pissed, and all he wanted was a soft, warm bed and maybe a cold beer.
Instead, he had a report to write up and paperwork to fill out.
Sighing, he closed his eyes, knowing that even that simple motion wouldn’t tempt him to fall asleep just yet. Not with the images that were still fresh in his mind.
“Get away from me,” the man shouted, waving the gun at the young boy in front of him, eyes wild.
Kris stopped, gun raised and hands steady as he wracked his brain to remember what the man’s landlord had said his name was. “Ben,” he started, making sure to keep his voice low so as not to startle him, “why don’t you put the gun down?”
“Why don’t you go to hell?” Ben snapped. “Fucking cops, can’t ever just leave a man alone.”
Kris fought the urge to look down at the boy—Tim—and tilted his head slightly instead. “Ben, put the gun down and back up.”
“You’re here because that bitch called you. She wants you to lock me up.”
There was no room for the idea that, yeah, Kris kind of agreed with whoever she was. A man that was holding a gun to his son’s head wasn’t exactly sane after all. At least, not in Kris’s experience.
“I told you to get away from me!” Ben’s grip on the gun shifted and Kris moved forward a step.
Use his name. Make a connection. “Ben—“ He cut off, his eyes widening as Ben pulled the trigger. “No!”
Ben stared down at Tim’s body for only a moment before he lifted his gun and pointed it at Kris.
Kris didn’t hesitate as he pulled the trigger.
Four years old. Kris let out a breath and shoved back from his desk, moving out of the bullpen and heading for the coffee pot. The coffee would be absolute crap but that didn’t matter. What mattered was the fact that the caffeine might help him focus on something other than the fact that he hadn’t been able to save a young boy from his father.
Silently swearing, Kris turned and headed in the direction of the locker room instead. He nodded at a few familiar faces, careful to keep the nausea he felt from showing.
“Allen, heard you had a rough one.”
Kris glanced over, nodding at Matt Giraud. “Yeah,” was all he said. There was a moment of silence before he raised his eyebrows slightly. “How’s your case going?”
“Wrapping it up and bringing the guy in. I’m thinking of letting the kid take the lead in Interview.” Matt grinned slightly and Kris knew it was because some of his surprise was showing. ‘The kid’ was Matt’s partner, David Archuleta, a rookie street detective that had worked his way up to Homicide. He was a sweet kid and he put people at ease quickly. Kris had always thought he’d had a baby face but he’d more than proven himself in the field when he’d almost become a victim of a serial killer a couple of months ago and had to hold his own against the man until they’d shown up.
“Yeah?”
Matt nodded. “Yeah, I think it’ll be good for him. He’s ready.”
“Let me know how he does,” Kris said, bumping Matt’s shoulder.
“Will do.” He didn’t say anything else as he walked out and Kris closed his eyes again before he steeled himself against the way his stomach turned and headed directly towards the sinks. He stared at his reflection, looking for anything that someone might be able to take as a sign that he was anything less than okay.
It was no surprise that there wasn’t one. He’d learned to mask those feelings years ago. Rather than linger on the thought, he turned on the water, splashing his face and reveling in the quick shock to his system from the cold water.
He took a few more moments to himself before nodding at his reflection and then walking back out and into the hall.
“Allen.”
He stopped and turned. “Commander Cowell,” he acknowledged. He thought of the report he had yet to type up and bit the inside of his cheek. “My report—“
“—will have to wait,” he interjected. “Homicide over at Asper. You’re going to be primary.”
Kris frowned. “Sir, Gokey’s up to take the next available case.”
Cowell nodded. “I know that, Allen. That doesn’t change the fact that you’re now primary on this. You’re discreet and I have no doubt you’ll get the job done.”
He isn’t sure what that says about Cowell’s faith in Gokey, who might be a bit of an asshole sometimes but is also a good cop, but it’s not his place to say anything. “Yes, sir,” he said instead.
“Good.” Cowell didn’t say anything else, just continued down to his office.
Kris blew out another breath and then swung back into the bullpen, grabbing his keys off of his desk. He glanced over at his partner, Anoop Desai, and jerked his head towards the exit.
“We’ve got another.”
Anoop frowned even as he stood. “Isn’t it supposed to be Gokey?” he asked as they headed down towards the parking garage.
“Yeah, well, there’s been a murder at Asper and Cowell insisted.”
“Somebody get stabbed to death with eyeliner?” Anoop’s lips twitched and Kris couldn’t help but remember a time when he’d have scowled at the remark instead of being amused. He and Anoop had only been working together for a little over a year and it had taken months before he’d begun to trust Anoop on a personal level.
Kris snorted and shook his head. “Shut up, Desai.”
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Date: 2009-08-30 03:12 pm (UTC)