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csi_sanders1129Title: The Halloween Adventure: (Why does all of this shit happen on holidays?)
Chapters: 2/2
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csi_sanders1129
Genre: Casefile. Drama.
Ratings: M, for Harry and Perry's liberal use of the f-bomb.
Word Count: ~1900
Pairings/Characters: Well, it’s KKBB fic, so my brain automatically applies it as Harry/Perry, but it’s pretty much technically General.
Synopsis: Yet another not boring case, on yet another holiday for Harry and Perry.
Comments: Okay, it only took me a year to post the end of this fic. Which is terribly pathetic. But, hey, it’s here. And on an appropriate day, given the timeline of the fic itself. Although, for them it’s pone day and not one year and one day. I made some changes to the first chapter, just a few little things. Plus you’ll probably wanna read that again anyway, given the time… So, yeah. Original’s are mine, name’s you recognize are not. Enjoy!
[Part I] [
For those of you late to the party – well, damn, you’re really fucking later. Party’s over. At least the Halloween one anyway...
Perry and I get back to the asylum at an unholy hour of morning. There was a trip to the ER and unfortunately not a trip back home. I’ve been liberally dosed with codeine and I have orders not to exert myself or my three bruised ribs that I am obviously choosing to disregard.
“This place is a mess.” Perry complains, kicking aside a couple of empty orange and black Solo cups from last night’s party. There are cigarette butts and beer bottles scattered about, too. The Halloween decorations are still up – nobody probably cares enough to take the cheap things down. “C’mon, there has to be something here.”
“Or there could be absolutely nothing.” I hopefully suggest. Nothing means I get to go back home and get out of this stupid costume and sleep. I mean, yeah, I’d told Perry I was fine to go with him on this, but damn, you ever bruised a few ribs? “I hope there’s nothing.”
Perry stops in his tracks, and I run square into his back, which certainly does not fucking help my ribs. “You hope that the missing girl stays missing? Nice.”
“That’s not what-” I start, but give up. It’s a lost cause. He knows what I meant. We start toward the second level of the asylum. There’s a lot of ground to cover. If I weren’t injured we could split.
There’s nothing there, either, and we were starting toward the third level when I heard the noise. “Did you hear that?” I ask, motioning for Perry to stop moving.
He pauses for a long moment, but the sound doesn’t come again. Figures. “I hear the sound of you bat echolocation shit totally failing.” He teases, and moves on.
But then I hear it again. Sounds almost like someone crying.
I go off on my own this time, leaving Perry to follow me. It ends up being on the complete opposite side of the third floor, carrying through air-vents or some other crazy shit. There’s a padlocked door – the first one we’d seen in our search. Looks like something, that’s for sure. “In here.” I prompt, deciding that Perry can do the work of getting us in.
“Don’t have any bolt cutters in your utility belt?”
“Nope. Just painkillers and discharge instructions. Sorry.” I glare, getting quite tired of the Batman jokes. “I guess I left my lock-picks in my other cape.”
“How unfortunate.” Perry answers in mock sadness. “Alright. You stay here. My picks are in the car. Try not to get yourself killed.” He warns, and then he’s gone.
Okay. That’s easy enough. The place is empty – aside from whoever’s on the other side of a padlocked door. I don’t even have to move. Awesome. I am not injuring myself. Perry should be proud.
Of course, dear readers, you know better than this, right? Not two minutes after Perry leaves, another set of footsteps approaches. Perry’s pretty fast, yeah. But not that fast. And then there’s a second set of footsteps, and oh, crap. Why the fucking heel does this always happen to me? There’s a witch’s broom on the ground a few feet away, and it fucking hurts, but I manage to get it.
It’s a couple of teenagers who round the corner. I recognize them both from the bar last night. The cop who beat me up, his kid, Devon Cross, is one. The other is Eric Berry, our prime suspect in the original disappearance and the apparent mastermind. On the plus side, they look just as surprised to see me as I am to see them
“Fuck, what are you doing here?” Cross asks, sounding desperate and very much not calm. “Man, Eric, you said no one was supposed to be here!” The kid drags a hand through spiky hair and paces in nervousness.
“Shut up, man.” Berry demands, reaching into his back pocket. Weapon, I realize. He’s going to pull a knife or a gun or something.
The other one seems unarmed, but it’s not like it would take much to take me down on a good day, let alone one where my ribs are royally fucked up. “No, no. Just relax, okay? I, I’m here to help with the clean-up from the party last night. Community service.” I lie. Lying sounds good. Lying means more time for Perry to get back. Hopefully with a gun. And maybe a phone. Jesus, where the fuck is a bat signal when you need one?
The duo doesn’t seem to believe me – shocking, I know, right? It would probably seem more convincing if I weren’t still dressed as Batman, though.
“What are we supposed to do now?” Cross demands of his partner in crime. “This is all your fault, if you hadn’t-”
Berry grabs him by the collar and shoves him back. “Dude, shut the fuck up!” He orders, pulling a knife from his back pocket. Cross is pacing frantically beside him, presumably thinking of his college years passing him by in a jail cell or something if this goes wrong. He’s holding something, quite tightly, in his hand.
“Why are you here?” Berry demands again, advancing on me.
“You… you have a key.” I start, looking at Cross who seems more likely to cooperate and decidedly not at the knife or the boy wielding it. “Open the door.” I try, but he still doesn’t move. “C- C’mon, man. There’s someone fucking trapped in there.”
And that is when Perry reappears. He comes out of the hallway behind the duo and freezes for a brief second before ducking back around the wall.
Cross is still just standing there, doing nothing. But Berry is moving closer with the knife. I raise my broomstick in defense and back up as much as I can – not much, but still.
“Who, whoever’s in there is crying. They might need a hospital. Just open the damn door.” I try again, carefully looking past both of them to where I know Perry is. He pokes his head out from behind the corner.
‘Armed?’ I see him mouth, and I kind of nod in Berry’s direction, managing to make it look more like a sigh so they don’t catch on. Perry nods back and I see him typing on his phone, his gun still holstered.
Berry snorts. “Go ahead, Dev, open it. There’s no one in there. Just an iPod with creepy Halloween tracks – maniacal laughter, screaming. You know. Isn’t that right?”
“Uh, yeah.” Cross says, moving forward to undo the padlock. Berry knocks the broom from my hands, close enough to stab me now.
Suddenly there’s a rush of action, Perry moves out from his hiding spot and into view, shoving Berry aside as much as he can and standing between the two of us, gun leveled at the teen’s head. “Back the fuck away.” He growls out.
Berry takes maybe two steps backwards. By then, Cross has the door open.
“It’s nothing. Right, Dev?” Berry asks, and obviously they’re talking about more than just Halloween tapes.
The response is not what Berry expects, clearly. Chances are, it’s not what Cross expects, either, given the ‘Holy fucking shit!’ answer.
Berry backs up another step, trying to look inside, but having to concentrate on Perry and the gun. Suddenly, Cross appears with their missing girl in his arms. She looks sick, and she has blood congealed on her head.
Perry and I exchange concerned looks. We found the girl, but the bad guys have here. Not good.
Cross steps out of the now unlocked patient room and Berry moves, grabbing the girl from his arms. Sara falls, groaning in pain, as her ankle hits the ground at a weird angle. The audible crack is stomach-turning. “Fuck. Fucking fuck fuck fuck.” He chants, and he presses the knife against her throat.
“Eric, what the hell are you doing!?” Cross demands, and obviously this was not part of whatever their original plan was. “Let her go! She’s alive! Let her go!”
“No way.” He answers, looking back at Perry. “She’s my only way out of here. This has all gotten so totally FUCKED!” He practically screams. “Damn it.” Now he turns his attention to Perry. “I… I’m leaving. You try to follow and I’ll kill her.” He warns. “So put the goddamn gun down!”
Perry lowers it a little, but doesn’t back down further.
“I said, put the fuc-” He’s cut off when Cross drives forward, pulling Sara away from her (now presumably ex-) boyfriend and shoving Eric to the floor. It’s all the time Perry needs.
But, it’s not like there’s anything for him to do in the way of detaining the kid. When Cross pushed him, he landed on his knife. Perry rolls him over to reveal the handle of the knife sticking out of Berry’s stomach, blood leaking out.
Sara, barely conscious and sobbing in Cross’ arms, manages a pretty strong scream and I feel my own stomach roll.
“Harry!” Perry shouts at me, tossing me his cell phone. “Call for an ambulance. The cops should be here soon. Tell them it’s clear.”
There are already sirens outside.
~~
Okay. So. That was some pretty crazy stuff, yeah? Oh, Berry? Yeah, he’s fine. They got the bleeding stopped and he’ll be perfect for court. Fucking thank God, I am out of the stupid Batman costume now. We’re done now, right? Are we done?
Oh. What happened, you want to know? Well, aren’t you the needy audience. Fine, fine.
So. The three of them - Sara, Cross, and Berry - were checking out the asylum on a dare. Kind of a lead-up to the party on Halloween. And… apparently, from what Cross told us in the statement he gave that spilled absolutely everything, it was just a prank gone horribly wrong. Sara had gotten clubbed in the head by something. She wasn’t moving, they didn’t think she was breathing. They weren’t supposed to be there and they didn’t want to get in trouble, so they bailed. Eric said nothing to his folks, but Cross hadn’t wanted to leave.
You see, he was kind of sort of majorly in love with Sara the whole time and he just wanted to get her to the hospital, but Eric threatened him. He told his Dad about it all. Including the not quite accurate piece of information about Sara being dead. With a scholarship to CalTech on the line, his Dad started the cover-up. And the beating me up thing. Stupid move, really.
Continuing on, they’d left her there in the locked room, thinking she was dead, when she wasn’t. They’d come back to dispose of the ‘body’ when they ran into us. And, well, you know that part.
She came out of it okay, all things considered. Dehydrated and malnourished and with a concussion and a broken ankle, but… alive.
And, damn it. Perry’s back. I’m still recovering, so I’m not supposed to be up and about like this, telling you all this confidential client information stuff. Shit.
Gotta go. Let’s hope the next holiday isn’t so fucking painful or exciting. You know what? Since this is me and Perry we’re talking about here, that goes for all holidays and any other day of the year.]
Chapters: 2/2
Author:
csi_sanders1129 Genre: Casefile. Drama.
Ratings: M, for Harry and Perry's liberal use of the f-bomb.
Word Count: ~1900
Pairings/Characters: Well, it’s KKBB fic, so my brain automatically applies it as Harry/Perry, but it’s pretty much technically General.
Synopsis: Yet another not boring case, on yet another holiday for Harry and Perry.
Comments: Okay, it only took me a year to post the end of this fic. Which is terribly pathetic. But, hey, it’s here. And on an appropriate day, given the timeline of the fic itself. Although, for them it’s pone day and not one year and one day. I made some changes to the first chapter, just a few little things. Plus you’ll probably wanna read that again anyway, given the time… So, yeah. Original’s are mine, name’s you recognize are not. Enjoy!
[Part I] [
For those of you late to the party – well, damn, you’re really fucking later. Party’s over. At least the Halloween one anyway...
Perry and I get back to the asylum at an unholy hour of morning. There was a trip to the ER and unfortunately not a trip back home. I’ve been liberally dosed with codeine and I have orders not to exert myself or my three bruised ribs that I am obviously choosing to disregard.
“This place is a mess.” Perry complains, kicking aside a couple of empty orange and black Solo cups from last night’s party. There are cigarette butts and beer bottles scattered about, too. The Halloween decorations are still up – nobody probably cares enough to take the cheap things down. “C’mon, there has to be something here.”
“Or there could be absolutely nothing.” I hopefully suggest. Nothing means I get to go back home and get out of this stupid costume and sleep. I mean, yeah, I’d told Perry I was fine to go with him on this, but damn, you ever bruised a few ribs? “I hope there’s nothing.”
Perry stops in his tracks, and I run square into his back, which certainly does not fucking help my ribs. “You hope that the missing girl stays missing? Nice.”
“That’s not what-” I start, but give up. It’s a lost cause. He knows what I meant. We start toward the second level of the asylum. There’s a lot of ground to cover. If I weren’t injured we could split.
There’s nothing there, either, and we were starting toward the third level when I heard the noise. “Did you hear that?” I ask, motioning for Perry to stop moving.
He pauses for a long moment, but the sound doesn’t come again. Figures. “I hear the sound of you bat echolocation shit totally failing.” He teases, and moves on.
But then I hear it again. Sounds almost like someone crying.
I go off on my own this time, leaving Perry to follow me. It ends up being on the complete opposite side of the third floor, carrying through air-vents or some other crazy shit. There’s a padlocked door – the first one we’d seen in our search. Looks like something, that’s for sure. “In here.” I prompt, deciding that Perry can do the work of getting us in.
“Don’t have any bolt cutters in your utility belt?”
“Nope. Just painkillers and discharge instructions. Sorry.” I glare, getting quite tired of the Batman jokes. “I guess I left my lock-picks in my other cape.”
“How unfortunate.” Perry answers in mock sadness. “Alright. You stay here. My picks are in the car. Try not to get yourself killed.” He warns, and then he’s gone.
Okay. That’s easy enough. The place is empty – aside from whoever’s on the other side of a padlocked door. I don’t even have to move. Awesome. I am not injuring myself. Perry should be proud.
Of course, dear readers, you know better than this, right? Not two minutes after Perry leaves, another set of footsteps approaches. Perry’s pretty fast, yeah. But not that fast. And then there’s a second set of footsteps, and oh, crap. Why the fucking heel does this always happen to me? There’s a witch’s broom on the ground a few feet away, and it fucking hurts, but I manage to get it.
It’s a couple of teenagers who round the corner. I recognize them both from the bar last night. The cop who beat me up, his kid, Devon Cross, is one. The other is Eric Berry, our prime suspect in the original disappearance and the apparent mastermind. On the plus side, they look just as surprised to see me as I am to see them
“Fuck, what are you doing here?” Cross asks, sounding desperate and very much not calm. “Man, Eric, you said no one was supposed to be here!” The kid drags a hand through spiky hair and paces in nervousness.
“Shut up, man.” Berry demands, reaching into his back pocket. Weapon, I realize. He’s going to pull a knife or a gun or something.
The other one seems unarmed, but it’s not like it would take much to take me down on a good day, let alone one where my ribs are royally fucked up. “No, no. Just relax, okay? I, I’m here to help with the clean-up from the party last night. Community service.” I lie. Lying sounds good. Lying means more time for Perry to get back. Hopefully with a gun. And maybe a phone. Jesus, where the fuck is a bat signal when you need one?
The duo doesn’t seem to believe me – shocking, I know, right? It would probably seem more convincing if I weren’t still dressed as Batman, though.
“What are we supposed to do now?” Cross demands of his partner in crime. “This is all your fault, if you hadn’t-”
Berry grabs him by the collar and shoves him back. “Dude, shut the fuck up!” He orders, pulling a knife from his back pocket. Cross is pacing frantically beside him, presumably thinking of his college years passing him by in a jail cell or something if this goes wrong. He’s holding something, quite tightly, in his hand.
“Why are you here?” Berry demands again, advancing on me.
“You… you have a key.” I start, looking at Cross who seems more likely to cooperate and decidedly not at the knife or the boy wielding it. “Open the door.” I try, but he still doesn’t move. “C- C’mon, man. There’s someone fucking trapped in there.”
And that is when Perry reappears. He comes out of the hallway behind the duo and freezes for a brief second before ducking back around the wall.
Cross is still just standing there, doing nothing. But Berry is moving closer with the knife. I raise my broomstick in defense and back up as much as I can – not much, but still.
“Who, whoever’s in there is crying. They might need a hospital. Just open the damn door.” I try again, carefully looking past both of them to where I know Perry is. He pokes his head out from behind the corner.
‘Armed?’ I see him mouth, and I kind of nod in Berry’s direction, managing to make it look more like a sigh so they don’t catch on. Perry nods back and I see him typing on his phone, his gun still holstered.
Berry snorts. “Go ahead, Dev, open it. There’s no one in there. Just an iPod with creepy Halloween tracks – maniacal laughter, screaming. You know. Isn’t that right?”
“Uh, yeah.” Cross says, moving forward to undo the padlock. Berry knocks the broom from my hands, close enough to stab me now.
Suddenly there’s a rush of action, Perry moves out from his hiding spot and into view, shoving Berry aside as much as he can and standing between the two of us, gun leveled at the teen’s head. “Back the fuck away.” He growls out.
Berry takes maybe two steps backwards. By then, Cross has the door open.
“It’s nothing. Right, Dev?” Berry asks, and obviously they’re talking about more than just Halloween tapes.
The response is not what Berry expects, clearly. Chances are, it’s not what Cross expects, either, given the ‘Holy fucking shit!’ answer.
Berry backs up another step, trying to look inside, but having to concentrate on Perry and the gun. Suddenly, Cross appears with their missing girl in his arms. She looks sick, and she has blood congealed on her head.
Perry and I exchange concerned looks. We found the girl, but the bad guys have here. Not good.
Cross steps out of the now unlocked patient room and Berry moves, grabbing the girl from his arms. Sara falls, groaning in pain, as her ankle hits the ground at a weird angle. The audible crack is stomach-turning. “Fuck. Fucking fuck fuck fuck.” He chants, and he presses the knife against her throat.
“Eric, what the hell are you doing!?” Cross demands, and obviously this was not part of whatever their original plan was. “Let her go! She’s alive! Let her go!”
“No way.” He answers, looking back at Perry. “She’s my only way out of here. This has all gotten so totally FUCKED!” He practically screams. “Damn it.” Now he turns his attention to Perry. “I… I’m leaving. You try to follow and I’ll kill her.” He warns. “So put the goddamn gun down!”
Perry lowers it a little, but doesn’t back down further.
“I said, put the fuc-” He’s cut off when Cross drives forward, pulling Sara away from her (now presumably ex-) boyfriend and shoving Eric to the floor. It’s all the time Perry needs.
But, it’s not like there’s anything for him to do in the way of detaining the kid. When Cross pushed him, he landed on his knife. Perry rolls him over to reveal the handle of the knife sticking out of Berry’s stomach, blood leaking out.
Sara, barely conscious and sobbing in Cross’ arms, manages a pretty strong scream and I feel my own stomach roll.
“Harry!” Perry shouts at me, tossing me his cell phone. “Call for an ambulance. The cops should be here soon. Tell them it’s clear.”
There are already sirens outside.
~~
Okay. So. That was some pretty crazy stuff, yeah? Oh, Berry? Yeah, he’s fine. They got the bleeding stopped and he’ll be perfect for court. Fucking thank God, I am out of the stupid Batman costume now. We’re done now, right? Are we done?
Oh. What happened, you want to know? Well, aren’t you the needy audience. Fine, fine.
So. The three of them - Sara, Cross, and Berry - were checking out the asylum on a dare. Kind of a lead-up to the party on Halloween. And… apparently, from what Cross told us in the statement he gave that spilled absolutely everything, it was just a prank gone horribly wrong. Sara had gotten clubbed in the head by something. She wasn’t moving, they didn’t think she was breathing. They weren’t supposed to be there and they didn’t want to get in trouble, so they bailed. Eric said nothing to his folks, but Cross hadn’t wanted to leave.
You see, he was kind of sort of majorly in love with Sara the whole time and he just wanted to get her to the hospital, but Eric threatened him. He told his Dad about it all. Including the not quite accurate piece of information about Sara being dead. With a scholarship to CalTech on the line, his Dad started the cover-up. And the beating me up thing. Stupid move, really.
Continuing on, they’d left her there in the locked room, thinking she was dead, when she wasn’t. They’d come back to dispose of the ‘body’ when they ran into us. And, well, you know that part.
She came out of it okay, all things considered. Dehydrated and malnourished and with a concussion and a broken ankle, but… alive.
And, damn it. Perry’s back. I’m still recovering, so I’m not supposed to be up and about like this, telling you all this confidential client information stuff. Shit.
Gotta go. Let’s hope the next holiday isn’t so fucking painful or exciting. You know what? Since this is me and Perry we’re talking about here, that goes for all holidays and any other day of the year.]
