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The Sounds of Justice (6)

Warnings: canon typical violence, cursing, non-consensual drugging, descriptions of character death, mentions and descriptions of jail, car crashes, lying, manipulation, guns, yandere themes, mafia AU, mafia Rafael Barba (trust me, he needs the warning), mentions of rape (not to the reader), and unwanted advances (nothing happens to the reader).

Dutch translations from Google Translate:

Het spijt me dat ik je stoor. Mag ik alsjeblieft je telefoon gebruiken? - I'm sorry to bother you. Can I please use your phone?

Je bent hier veilig. - You're safe here.

Haast u niet. - Don't rush/Take your time.

Dankuwel. - Thank you (formal).

Chapter 6

Your awareness returned to you in a rush of thoughts. You weren’t sure how long you had been unconscious. An hour? Two? What had happened to Sonny? Had he been dosed with the same drugs that you had? Or had he been simply knocked unconscious? You hoped it was the latter.

And what did the man who drugged you mean by “You’re lucky the boss wants you alive and mostly uninjured?” You had so many questions and you knew that you wouldn’t get any answers by lying where you were and giving in to the fear that your tumultuous thoughts were slowly feeding.

You couldn’t hear any indicators that anyone was in the room with you but to be absolutely positive, you cracked an eye open as silently as you dared. Your vision was blurry however that cleared within two heartbeats and with your opened eye, you looked in front of you. You opened your other eye and looked to the left and the right before examining the area behind you.

Fortunately, there was nobody there. You took note of your surroundings and after it registered that you were apparently still in the warehouse, you braced yourself on your knees and stood up. Your legs trembled alarmingly and you seriously thought that you were going to fall. Your fear returned and it was stronger this time.

“Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear – not absence of fear.” You breathed. Whispering the quote from Mark Twain helped to distract your brain from the sense of fear that you were feeling and your breathing eased.

You mouthed the words of the quote twice more before you felt composed enough to begin making your way around the warehouse to search for Sonny. All the lessons from the NCIS training that you experienced as a probationary agent came whooshing back. You moved quietly back the way you had come and you spied yours and Sonny’s weapons discarded in front of the locked warehouse doors.

As you drew closer to them, you noticed a familiar shape lying between you and the weapons starting to stir.

“Sonny.” You uttered in a quiet exhale.

The detective let out a groan and then promptly covered his mouth. His blue eyes darted around the warehouse jerkily and he sagged in relief when he noticed that you were the only other person in the warehouse.

“Are you hurt?” He questioned quietly.

Your admiration and respect for the man grew. He was just knocked out and his first question was about your welfare. You shook your head, “I know how the victims are drugged. They did it to me but I think it’s mostly worn off. Either that or I was given a lower dose. Our attacker said something about his boss wanting me alive and mostly uninjured. Did he…?”

Sonny knew you meant your attacker. He was about to respond to your question when the both of you heard a car door slam and footsteps approach the entrance to the warehouse. Sonny put a finger to his lips and looked longingly at his gun that was lying a few centimetres away. You understood his desire to scoop up his gun but neither of you could risk making any sound and grabbing your guns to arm yourself might draw the attacker’s attention to you. And that would lead to an even worse scenario than the situation you and Sonny found yourselves in.

A voice reached your ears and you realised that your assailant had stopped on the other side of the door. You heard him rattle off two sets of numbers in another language and you wished you understood what they were. Because of your time with Tony, you were able to identify some of the numbers and the fact that your assailant was counting in Italian.

“After we solve this case, I’m gonna bribe Tony to teach me Italian. If that doesn’t work; I’ll teach myself.”

You looked over at Sonny and watched as his hand traced shapes on the cold concrete. With a sudden burst of clarity, you inferred that Sonny could communicate in Italian and he was tracing the numbers on the concrete so that they would stick in his memory.

Then the numbers became words and the words became a one-sided conversation. They sounded different as if the assailant had switched languages. You watched as Sonny mouthed the words as your assailant said them. You sent up a prayer of thanks to any deity that was listening for pairing you and Sonny together on this mission.

The conversation stopped and you switched your gaze from Sonny to your guns that were lying just out of reach. Again, you fought the temptation to grab them. You waited for any sound that would give you a clue as to what was happening on the other side of the door and then finally, you heard a car door creaking open, slamming shut and an engine starting.

You waited a few more heartbeats and listened as the sound of the car grew softer and softer. Throwing caution to the winds, your arm snapped forwards and you snatched the pistols from the ground.

You closed your eyes and breathed out a disappointed sigh as you felt how light they were. “He took out the bullets,” you groaned as you handed Sonny his pistol.

“And we left our phones back at the station,” Sonny chimed in.

“Perfect.” You grimaced, flexing your right leg. Something hard pressed against your right ankle. It took far too long for you to remember what it was but when you did, a plan started forming in your mind.

You pulled up the right leg of your pants and pulled down your sock. “Saving the day as always, boss.” You grinned as you gripped the hilt of your hidden knife.

“Your boss encourages you to hide a knife on your body?” Sonny asked in amazement.

“It’s Rule 9.” You answered.

“Of course.” Sonny said wryly, rolling his eyes. “Why am I not surprised?”

Next, you checked your gun, “Our attacker left the firing pin in.” Your grin grew broader as you removed the pin.

Cottoning on to your plan, Sonny stood up and walked over to the doors. There was a small gap that was letting some light in and you could see a heavy padlock hanging on a metal chain in the middle of the two doors. Sonny slid his hand through the gap and grabbed the padlock. He angled it towards you and you were about to use your knife and firing pin when Sonny offered you the firing pin from his gun.

“This might work better.”

Touched by his gesture, you hid the knife behind your sock again and rolled down your pant leg before accepting the offered object.

“So did your boss teach you how to pick locks too?” Sonny asked.

“No. Another agent did that.” You responded as you remembered Kate. Thanks to her lessons, it didn’t take you long to pick the lock and once the lock was open, you unhooked the padlock and detangled the chain. With a strong push from Sonny, the doors swung open and the two of you stumbled into the fading sunlight.

Sonny held up a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight, “I’d say we’ve got about two hours before sunset.” He estimated and then he looked around the street. “Not much is open but I know that there’s a Dutch restaurant one block from here. The only problem might be the language barrier. The owners are on the older side and because they’re not technically open for business yet, they may not talk in English, only Dutch.”

“That’s not a problem. We’ll head there. You just keep concentrating on what you overheard while our assailant was talking.”

Sonny directed you to the Dutch restaurant and just as he predicted, the elderly couple that ran the place answered the door and greeted you both in Dutch.

Their eyes lit up when you responded in the same language and they beckoned you in, ushering you to a booth. They murmured about how you didn’t look well.

“Het spijt me dat ik je stoor. Mag ik alsjeblieft je telefoon gebruiken?” You asked.

The man nodded and brought you their phone. He then disappeared into the kitchen while the lady sat down in the same spot that her husband did. Your fingers shook as you tried to dial Gibbs’ number. Noticing this, the woman spoke.

“Je bent hier veilig.” She assured you. “Haast u niet.”

Exhaling, you tried to dial Gibbs’ number again. This time your fingers cooperated and the call went through.

“Gibbs.”

“Boss.” You were so relieved that you thought you would burst.

“Where the hell are you Agent? Abby’s been trying to reach you and Carisi! She figured out that the drug is a chemical compound of synthetic alcohol and Doxacurium! You left your phones here and then you and Carisi went off the grid.” You winced at the reminder that you had left your phones behind and you had unthinkingly broken Rule 3 while Sonny had unknowingly broken it.

“We took the call about another potential victim but we were ambushed at the warehouse. Sonny was knocked out and his attacker force fed me some drugged lollies. I’m pretty sure that the drug has almost completely left my system.”

You could picture the expression on your boss’ face. Worry would have transformed into rage the second you mentioned you and Sonny being ambushed. His mouth would be set in a thin line and he would have glared at everyone to be quiet as he listened to what you had to say.

“After I came to we realised that the doors were chained and locked shut so I picked the lock using the firing pins from our guns. Our attacker took out the bullets and left the empty guns in the warehouse with us. I’m going to put Sonny on the phone. Our assailant spoke Italian as he dialled a number on his phone and then he had a conversation in another language.”

“It was Spanish,” Sonny added helpfully as you handed him the phone. Needing no prompting, Sonny launched into the translated version of the conversation that he’d overheard after explaining to Gibbs that while he can communicate fluently in Italian and was able to identify the numbers that your attacker muttered as he dialled (Sonny relayed those to Gibbs), he could only get most of the conversation not the finer points due to some words being different.

As Sonny talked, the man came back from the kitchen holding two glasses of Kwast and some bread rolls with butter. He put the glasses along with sandwich plates and forks and knives in front of you and Sonny and looked at you two watchfully as Sonny hung up the phone.

Judging by the expression that Sonny wore, he understood that now was the time to thank his hosts and eat and drink. You received the same message.

Sonny leant over to you, “How do you say thank you in Dutch?”

“The best word to use in this context would be Dankuwel.” You whispered back.

The two of you spoke at the same time “Dankuwel.”

“Not bad.” The man commented. “You speak Nederlands well.” He said to you. “You,” he faced Sonny. “Need some more practice. Keep at it.”

“Eat. Drink.” His wife commanded severely. “We will keep an eye on you.”

She and her husband left the two of you alone and Sonny looked at the two of them nervously as they stood at the counter.

“What did Gibbs say?” You asked, taking a sip of your Kwast. The hot beverage slid down your throat easily and you hummed at the honey and lemon flavours.

“He told me to tell you that we should sit tight. They’re gonna track the numbers. I heard Torres in the background talking about using an app called “Find My Phone.” Apparently it works even if the phone is off.”

“It does.” You confirmed. “I’ve used it in the past.”

“Gibbs was quiet when I was talking.” Sonny revealed. “Is that a bad sign?”

“That means he’s processing. He usually gets like that before an interrogation.”

“Let me guess. You have a rule for not interrupting your boss during an interrogation.” Sonny took a long sip of his Kwast and looked at the glass in shock. You chuckled at his surprised expression.

“I wasn’t expecting it to taste like this.” Sonny divulged. “I meant it in a good way. It’s sweet and pleasant.” He added when he saw the look on your face.

“To answer your question, yes. That’s Rule 22.”

“Maybe I should start creating my own set of rules.”

“Sounds like a plan. You already know my first one.”

“And now I’ve got mine. Never go on a callout without eating something first.” Sonny used a knife to cut a roll in half and he used the same knife to butter the halves of the roll before lifting it to his mouth and taking a bite.

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inkskinned · 5 months

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in internet posts it is easy to cut them out of your life. they are hurting you! they aren't listening to you!

they held your hair back. they lent you lipstick. they held your hand at the train station and got you home safe. they rounded on your bully, got loud, said get fucked, spitting-mad in your defense.

they also cut the hair off again. told you that you should really think twice before wearing something like that. took you for granted. took your insecurities and threw them in your face again.

you know logically it should be easy. all the internet advice comments always read it will feel better. like an equation - if a person is rotten, you just remove them. you pull the tooth that's hurting.

but it was never a big flare-up moment. you don't live in a sitcom. they never tried to take your boyfriend or steal from your apartment. they showed up to birthdays and they wrote songs about you and bring you water without you asking. once you found out they carry an emergency inhaler for you, even though you haven't had an asthma attack in years - just in case.

where is the line? people fuck up. sometimes they fuck up badly. sometimes people have raw personalities, like a powerline, and being around them is dangerous. addicting. sometimes they can't help themselves, but you know they're trying. sometimes they are just rough-around-the-edges. sometimes they don't even realize how they sounded when they said that. sometimes it's just - you've both loved each other for so long now, the way this thing hurts goes back to the root.

and that's the fucked up part. you have pushed your fingers against the sweetheart of memory. things these days are electric, tense, harrowing. they didn't used to be. there were a lot of good days in there. sometimes you want to just close your eyes and say can this be over yet? do we still need to be fighting?

doing that would give up any chance you get of getting an apology, but you don't always know that you need an apology, you love them. once they flaked on your birthday party. once they told you to get over it, people are always dying. they also let you crash on their couch for a week after the breakup, handfeeding you when you were so sad you couldn't eat. they are also judgmental about everything, occasionally react to banal statements with an attitude that is weird and fiery. they also love you like a lighthouse sometimes, so strong they cut the storm like lightning.

but the problem is that you might be storm. you might be the thing that needs breaking. what if you are two forces who are desperately, horribly drawn to each other, shaped by the other person's passions, and both good for each other and bad in equal measure.

what if you're both just people, and you're no saint neither.

just cut them off! swallowing the saltwater, you catch yourself in the mirror. you've been shaking more than usual. there's an ache in you that is oblique, loud, impossible to soothe. is this what it looks like? when life is "easier"?

your mouth will always have a hole, is the thing, if you remove the tooth.

#spilled ink #warm up #writeblr #this is about someone specific but feel free to blorbo on main.#tbh this is familial for me so that is an element but it's also about childhood best friends #and probably about ur enemies to lovers blorbo #(but i want to specifically say if ur partner is like this. not necessarily a good partnership lol.)#(the dynamics at play in familial/friend relationships feel equally important and in some ways are HARDER to escape.#bc we can see that this is a potentially toxic romantic foundation.#but in family ? ...... it's toxic and it doesn't stop u from loving them. bc u always have.#and i think that makes it harder. by a lot. which is what this is referencing).#but genuinely and really truly forever feel free to tag ur potentially toxic enemies to lovers on this and all my poetry #here i'll do one for u - adora & catra :x

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deboracabral · 2 years

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come get ya juice

#Found families #lemons #enemies to lovers #mutual pining #Illustration #the tropes are hungry #I’m back on my bullshit friends #i hope people realize that the more demanding they sound on my notes the less likely i am to do the flavours they want

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maiooo-0 · 7 months

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RAAAAAAH I LOVE THEM

#fionna and cake #adventure time #marceline #princess bubblegum #bubbline #crazy about this episode #childhood friends to lovers to enemies #do u see my vision #idc if it doesn't make sense

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dealbrekker · 1 month

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This is very personally about Zutara for me

#zutara #my contribution #atla #avatar last airbender #this can also work as enemies to friends or enemies to friends to lovers #but im going down with this ship so #avatar the last airbender #zuko #katara

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strawberri-draws · 1 year

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Cannot wait for the Mom Team Up

#my art #fanart #the owl house fanart #toh #toh fanart #the owl house #NO SPOILERS !!!!!#I have NOT seen the leaks (and don’t want to) >:(#I plan to watch the new ep when it airs because unlike some people I respect the time and hard work put into art 😭 like y’all wtf #anyways rant over #I just want them to be friends :>#they bond over beating up Luz’s enemies #also the fact Camila is a veterinarian will come in handy (I think) with raising a baby titan #I just want them to be mom bffs ok :(#also they can both absolutely rock ur shit <3

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apparentlytheproblem · 4 months

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e n e m i e s t o l o v e r s t r o p e - p r o m p t l i s t

these are prompt lists which im so excited to do and share in the future and i hope my list only grows :)

-ˏˋ. dialogue ˊˎ-

"As if you would ever cross my fucking mind."

"fuck you" "when"

“He so likes her.”

“I don’t mind wasting time on you.”

“I feel the opposite of hate…towards you.”

“I feel things…”

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you"

“I might need more.”

“I’m not…used to feeling this way, okay?”

“Oh - don’t fucking do that.”

"shut up and kiss me"

"such a pretty liar mhmm"

“Took you long enough.”

“We might have been wrong.”

"what did you do"

“What the fuck is your problem?

"where the hell is he?"

"you want me?" "you know i do"

"stop crying"

"stop acting as if you're royalty, join reality."

"this is so wrong-"

-ˏˋ. scenarios ˊˎ-

both of them are in forced proximity because of a crowd rush

internal conflict of being enemies with benefits

fake dating to get someone of their back

enemies but they are shivering and the other offers their hoodie

they make fun of eachother just to keep their attention

they have to work together and they hit a realization on how its not too bad

injured and goes to them to fix up their wounds as they have no where else to go

cant stand that they're ignoring them

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hoolay-boobs · 9 months

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This ship dynamic remains superior

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hannikin-grahamkin · 1 year

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He's not my enemy. He is my homoerotic rival and if anybody but me ever tries to hurt him I will promptly kill them.

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hailsatanacab · 6 months

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A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

#dpxdc #batpham #i forget - can we tag the parent fandoms? w/e #immediately alfred's like: while i do appreciate your initiative may i suggest it wait until after dinner?#and danny - who has barely eaten proper homecooked food ever - takes one bite and then absolutely wolfs down the whole lot #after he's finished he's like 'bear with - I've got to add that to the 'Reasons I Would Like to Live Here' section'#danny's powerpoint has tailored sections for each batfam member with lists of reasons why they'd get along #my au thoughts on this is that the fentons disowned danny when he told them he was phantom #and that this is after the ultimate enemy - wherein which he allied himself with the JL to fight against dan #(which didnt really work at all - BUT he knows some of their identities now INCLUDING batman's)#so one of the main reasons why he'd be a great fit is that he knows their vigilante status anyway so they don’t need to worry about secrets #dick just turns to tim like 'he’s your friend. he learnt this from you.'#tim: 'i didn't tell him our identities!! i would never!!'#dick: 'no i know that. it's the stalker tendancies. it's baby tim all over again'#tim: scandalised gasp #they all eat dinner in silence just super subdued and in shock and sending glances to bruce and danny #duke like: 'so i know I'm the last one in the family but like... this isn't how it normally happens right? did any of you make powerpoints?#tim gets all shifty because he absolutely did make a powerpoint he just never actually showed it to anyone #everyone stares at tim because they all know. it was in one of bab's blackmail files she has on him #damian's slide has danny offering to throw down at any time. 'tim says you like to prove yourself with your skills?#how about a real challenge? if i beat you then you have to vote yes to adopting me!'#damian is in two minds about accepting because... 1) look at him damian could take danny in his sleep! but #2) on the off chance that he does win... damian does not want any more brothers #(he takes the bet and its a suprisingly fun fight - and while he'll never say this... he would vote yes even without the wager)#on one of danny's slides there's a picture of ellie: you'll also get my clone sister! two children for the price of one!!#uhhh.... thats it now - I've been having fun with this haha #spent all day with the 'ive lured you here under false pretences' 'danny i live here' line in my head haha #anyway enjoy!!!!!! this was fun #i wanna make these slides so bad

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urfriendlywriter · 8 months

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friends to lovers heart fluttering moments:

(feel free to use<3 i miss being active :') TAG ME WHEN YALL WRITE PLSSS WOULD LOVE TO READD )

running into their arms after being away for too long !!!!

leaning into each other when laughing.

casually linking arms, holding-hands, sharing hugs that lasts a teensy tiny bit longer. AHHHHH

them watching you do ur own thing with so much admiration [I've one want in life-]

"why?" "because it's you." (like them doing smthng espeviallyyforu)

"I'll do anything, as long as it's with you." n they nonchalantly say it.??? ( MA SONGG OMG)

spending more time together than usual

having your parents tease you and ship you together > ~ <

teasing them and they actually blush???

getting physically close during the denial phase. IMAGINE KISSING AND FREAKING OUT SAYING, "friends... kiss. right?"

getting ur breath hitched whenever they're too close.

imagine lingering with ur mouth slightly parted while both of ur noses brush, eyes fluttering just wondering---where this is going.

^ AND WHEN THEY SAY, "fuck it. may i kiss u?" but their voice is so low, yearning so hard.

getting noticeably shy after going a lil too hard on the kissing--"it's ok, we're still friends, right?"

a third person NOTICING IT AND going, "oh SO yall are the type to kiss and nOT TELL?" "WhAT NO, WE DIDNT-" "YEAH WE DIDN'T."

^ but one if one of them is an idiot n they go, "HOW DID U NOTICE?" "ha, so i was correct. yall mfs-!!!"

and the realising phase of how much you like them

and not being able to wait until u see them. so u can confess, get it out and about.

or what if? they end up ur house at 4 am in pouring rain and say, "i know we're best friends, but i want to be more. Let me be yours forever please, and not just as friends this time." AAAAAAAH.

SCREAMING N FIGHTING KISSING IN THE RAIN, ITS 2 AM N UR LOVIN THEIR NAME SO IN LOVE BUT U ACT INSANEEE N THATS THE WAY U LOVE THEMMM

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iobsessoverfictionalmen · 6 months

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The Sounds of Justice (5)

Chapter 5

“How’s it going Abby?” You asked stepping into the space that she had claimed as her lab.

Your friend and colleague turned to face you and winced, “You look terrible!” She proclaimed.

“I feel terrible. We got fifteen different calls last night about four new victims.”

“Four?!” Abby echoed.

“Four.” You confirmed. “Ducky and Palmer are doing the autopsies now but so far nothing. Aside from the fact that they appear to have died in the same manner, there’s nothing connecting them. Even then, that’s thin because two of the bodies we found last night were two young men who appeared to have run in two completely different directions for no discernible reason. One went south and the other one went east.”

“That’s weird.”

“It gets better. Or worse. Depending on your point of view. The two young men that I just mentioned?” Abby nodded, “They accosted Rafael and I yesterday when we went for a walk.”

“Rafael?”

“Rafael Barba. He’s the ADA that works alongside the SVU squad.”

“An Assistant District Attorney. Bet Gibbs loooved that.”

“It went over like a lead balloon.” You agreed.

“Did you tell Gibbs about your connection to those men?”

You shot your friend an are-you-serious-look, “Of course I told him. I really thought he was going to Rule 10 me.”

“But he didn’t. That’s probably because it wasn’t that much of a connection.”

“Maybe.” You said non-committedly.

“Do you want a sip of my Caf-Pow?” Abby asked, holding the oversized cup out to you.

“No thanks Abby. I need to be alert not bouncing off the walls and seeing pink floating elephants. I had some breakfast even though I didn’t feel particularly hungry.”

“Suit yourself.” She turned back to her machines and put her Caf-Pow down.

“Should I worry that Gibbs was able to get that here?”

“I’d be more concerned with this case.” Your boss voiced as he entered the lab. “What have you got for me Abs?”

“So far the only thing that these victims have in common aside from having their lives cut short unexpectedly was a chemical compound in their systems. I’m working on isolating the chemicals but it’s gonna take time.” Abby was tapping the keys of the machine closest to her as she spoke.

“This chemical compound was present in our Ensign?”

Abby nodded, “Same dose but it had a smaller effect on him and that’s how he was able to drive as far as he did. What I don’t know is why it affected him less.”

“Did he have any food in his system?” You suggested.

Abby paused in her typing, “Possibly. That’d be a question for Ducky though.”

Gibbs turned to you expectantly, “On it boss.” You commented reluctantly as nausea bubbled in your stomach. You tried to avoid the ME’s office as much as you could not because you didn’t like Ducky or Palmer’s company but because you found their work a bit confronting.

“(Surname)!” Gibbs called and biting down on your impatience about getting your visit to the ME’s office done as quickly as possible, you turned back to face your boss.

“Ducky and Palmer have finished the autopsies and the bodies are in storage.”

You felt some of the tension leave your body, “Thanks boss.” You exhaled in relief.

Moments later, you strode into the ME’s office, “Ah, Miss (Surname). I was wondering when you would visit us.”

“It took some persuading.” You admitted.

“Yes, I’m well aware of how forceful Jethro can be. What can we do for you?”

“Our Ensign.”

“Ah yes, Mister Michael Burns.”

“Did he have any food in his stomach or his intestines?”

Ducky thought for a moment, “As a matter of fact, he did. He had chunks of yoghurt in his large intestine. If I had to guess the flavour, I would say that it was banana.”

“Thank you Ducky! I’ll run that--”

The doors to the ME’s office burst open and you came face to face with Sonny. “Phone call two blocks from here. Lieutenant thinks that it was the victim because he was slurring his words and muttered something about losing feeling in his left side.”

“Let’s go!” You replied matching his intensity. You paused and turned back to Ducky, “Ducky could you…?”

The ME held up his hand, “I’ll pass the message along to Abigail.” He promised.

“Thank you!” You called as you and Sonny dashed out of the office.

Sonny was able to cover more distance than you due to his long legs but you didn’t have time to dwell on that or give into your feelings of envy because you were too focused on reaching the next casualty before it became fatal.

Two minutes later, Sonny skidded to a halt in front of an abandoned building. The two of you glanced at each other and if you could, you knew that you would have both spoken the same sentence about wondering why it was always abandoned warehouses or apartments.

The both of you unholstered your weapons and announced yourselves. There was no answer.

“I hope that doesn’t mean that we’re too late.” You thought.

You and Sonny entered the warehouse at the same time. It was just as unappealing inside as it was outside. It was drafty and the paint was peeling from the walls. The curtains hung limply in tatters and the old machines were covered in layers of dust and cobwebs. There were a few windows, so you and Sonny carefully manoeuvred around those to keep out of sight. Thankfully, the warehouse only appeared to have one floor.

Sonny motioned that he was going to stay around this area and check it. You nodded to show that you had understood his message and silently you crept forwards. As you moved deeper into the warehouse, you could hear Sonny calling out “clear” every so often.

You turned to look behind a pillar and thought you heard a thud. Straightening up, you peered in the direction that you had come from. You stepped in the direction that you last seen Sonny and then you felt someone’s breath on your neck.

A hand wrapped around your head and shoved a handful of lollies in your mouth. Your eyes widened in fear as your tastebuds registered an artificial taste underneath the fruity flavours of the lollies. It tasted almost alcoholic. The hand across your mouth tilted your head upwards and you unwillingly and reflexively swallowed the lollies. Your vision dimmed alarmingly quickly and the last thing you heard before you went limp in your captor’s grasp was a clear voice with a mocking tone saying, “You’re lucky the boss wants you alive and mostly uninjured.”

Then your vision went completely black and you passed out.

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