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+ Part 10
"So you're the little fortune teller who's gonna to help the cops
catch me," the man laughed harshly into Duo's ear. "You must
not be very good if you didn't see me coming."
The cold, sharp metal dug into his throat. Duo whimpered as he felt something
warm and wet slide down his neck. He closed his eyes and tried hard not
to move. The tiniest movement could cause the knife to dig deeper into
his neck. He didn't even dare swallow.
The man breathed heavily into his ear. He rubbed himself suggestively
against Duo's backside. "Damn kid, you're even prettier than your
picture in the paper." He let go of Duo's mouth, moving his hand
down to grope at the long-haired boy, keeping the knife pressed against
his throat. "Scream and I'll kill you right now. Then I'll go after
that pretty little nun that works at the orphanage."
`No! Sister Helen...' Duo thought, panicked. He suddenly felt nauseated
as he realized the man must have been following him around for days if
he knew about Sister Helen. And if he knew about Helen, he knew about
Heero. He couldn't allow anything to happen to the people he loved.
The hand wandered lower, groping him through his clothes. He let out a
soft whimper of protest, fighting the urge to scream. He heard the man
inhale deeply, sticking his nose in Duo's hair.
"Damn you smell good. And such long, pretty hair. I may have to take
that braid of yours home when I'm done so I'll always be able to remember
"Please," Duo whispered, unable to stay silent any longer. "Please,
don't hurt me. Let me go."
"Whatsamatter, kid? We're going to have a fun time, me `n' you."
He unbuttoned the top of Duo's jeans and slipped his hand inside.
"Oh yeah, baby. A real fun time."
"No, please," Duo begged, half-terrified out of his mind, sickened
by the man's touch.
"Aww, don't say that kid. I drove all this way just to see you. You're
a little out of my way, but when I saw your picture in the paper, I just
had to have you."
The knife slipped a little as the man continued to fondle him. Duo gasped
for air now that he was no longer in danger of being cut if he took a
deep breath. His arms hung limp at his side. He knew he'd never be able
to fight off his attacker - the man was surprisingly strong. He was scared
and desperately wished Heero was there. Heero was strong too. Heero could
He heard the man's breathing become excited. He could feel his state of
arousal pressing against his buttocks. The man licked his ear again. Duo
flinched, jerking his head away. The knife slipped even more as the man
shifted his grip on his upper torso. Just a little lower and maybe he
could force his attacker to drop the knife and get away. The other hand
groping him squeezed him hard. Duo let out a cry of revulsion and futilely
tried to squirm away.
"What's wrong kid?" the man rasped into his ear as he tried
to stoke Duo's limp manhood into arousal. "Don't like my touch? I
thought a little slut like you would enjoy this. I've seen you with that
chink boyfriend of yours. I bet you spread for him every night."
He popped the next button on Duo's jeans to give him more room. "Mmm,
I bet you're tight. I can't wait to bury myself in that sweet little hole
The knife slipped just a little bit more. Duo took a deep breath, searching
for courage he didn't know if he had. He elbowed the man in the ribs and
pushed the arm holding the knife away from his body. He jerked away from
the killer, stumbling forward in an effort to get away. He'd almost made
it to the end of the alley when something heavy hit him from behind, sending
him sprawling to the ground. His attacker immediately straddled his body,
pinning him down on his stomach, and shoved his head to the pavement.
Lights danced in front of his eyes as his head hit the ground.
"No! Let me go!" he cried out, struggling violently to get away.
The man yanked on Duo's braid, causing his head to be pulled up, neck
straining backwards at an unnatural angle. The knife found its way back
to his throat.
"You stupid whore!" he spat at Duo, giving his braid a sharp
tug. Duo gasped in pain. "I told you not to scream. Playtime's over."
He let go of Duo's hair, but kept the knife near his throat. Tears streamed
silently down Duo's face as he felt the man yank his jeans down over his
hips. He jumped as the crisp autumn air caressed his bare skin. He squeezed
his eyes shut and prayed for help. `Help me, please. Heero...'
Heero may not have heard, but God seemed to be listening. A door near
the other end of the alley swung open and a group of young people tumbled
out, laughing and make a great deal of noise in general.
"Shit!" he heard the man swear above him. Duo felt him lean
down and place his mouth near his ear. "Don't think this party's
over, pretty. I'll find you again and we'll finish what we started."
And with that, he was gone. The man's weight disappeared from his back,
the knife gone from his throat. Duo cautiously raised his head to see
his attacker's feet vanish around the corner. Tired and sobbing tears
of relief, he rolled onto his side, tugging his jeans back into place
almost as an afterthought. The top two buttons on the fly were missing,
but at that moment, Duo didn't care. Weakly he pushed himself up with
arms shaking like jello. He struggled hard not to roll over and throw
up. He wrapped his arms around his waist, his body trembling like a leaf.
Duo's unsuspecting saviors drew closer. One of the young men saw Duo huddled
against the wall and hurried forward.
"Hey kid. Are you okay?" he asked, kneeling next to Duo.
The long-haired teen shook his head. "N...no."
"Jesus, you're bleeding." He turned to his friends gathered
around them. "Isobel, go call for help."
Duo blocked everything else out. He buried his face in his knees. He could
still feel that bastard's hands on him. He couldn't stop shaking, couldn't
stop the tears from falling. He wanted to go home.
He wanted to see Heero.
`Heero. I need you.'
Treize sighed and sat
back in his chair. "And you're sure about this. You all agree on
this conclusion," he said, looking at each of them in turn.
Wufei nodded. "I asked Barton and Yuy to take a look at the case
to see if they came to the same conclusions I saw. They did."
"The medical examiner finally finished his report as well.
His conclusions match ours," Trowa added. "He also confirmed
that Miss Peacecraft died several hours later than earlier estimated by
the crime scene investigators. He placed her time of death around nine
A.M. Sunday morning. Not that it makes much of a difference, but now we
have a time frame to work with when questioning potential witnesses."
`It does make a difference to me. The time of death now concurs
with Duo's vision,' Heero thought. `That's the only discrepancy I could
find. But now, everything is falling into place.'
The captain leaned forward and pinched the bridge of his nose. "This
puts us in a very delicate situation, gentlemen. If word leaks out about
"It won't," Heero interrupted, throwing a glance at his partner.
"You, Chang, Trowa and I are the only ones who know about this. And
unless our leak has a listening device planted in your office, we won't
be telling anyone."
"Not even my team," Wufei said.
"Not even Senator Peacecraft," added Trowa.
Treize nodded in agreement. "All right. That's probably for the best,
at least until you gather more information. Yuy, Barton - you are officially
and permanently reassigned to the Peacecraft case." He stood up.
"Now is there anything else?"
Heero opened his mouth to add something but was interrupted when the door
to Treize's office swung open. An older detective stepped inside.
"Yes, Otto? What is it?" Treize asked.
"Excuse me for interrupting, Captain. Detective Yuy, there's someone
out here who wants to see you."
"Who is it?"
"I don't know. A kid with long hair. He's been here before."
Trowa rolled his eyes. "Your little psychic boyfriend following you
to work now, Heero?"
The dark-haired detective shot a glare at his partner.
"I don't think he's here for a visit," Otto remarked. "He
looks pretty shaken up. He's bleeding..."
Heero didn't stay to hear the rest. He shoved past the older cop, intent
on finding Duo. His stomach had twisted in knots when Otto had said Duo
was hurt. He scanned the room, eyes quickly seeking out the long-haired
boy who had come to mean so much to him in such a short amount of time.
Duo was sitting near Heero's desk looking incredibly pale. A large white
bandage adorned his throat, the center of which was stained with blood.
Another smaller bandage was on his forehead. Heero felt his body tighten
as he took in Duo's injuries and the blood stains on his shirt. He swore
whoever had done this to him would pay. A uniformed police officer was
standing next to Duo. Heero started forward, wanting nothing more than
to touch Duo, make sure he was all right. At that moment, Duo looked up.
With a cry, he launched himself out of the chair and flew into Heero's
arms. He buried his face into Heero's chest, body shaking almost violently
as he sobbed silently into Heero's shirt.
The Japanese detective wrapped his arms around Duo's body, hands lightly
stroking his back in comfort. "Duo, shhh. It's okay. You're safe
now." He turned questioning eyes to the officer who had accompanied
his braided love.
The man shrugged. "He wouldn't tell me what happened. A group of
college kids found him in an alley. They called the paramedics who managed
to stop the bleeding. Even said it wasn't deep enough to need stitches.
They also said he probably doesn't have a concussion. I arrived a few
minutes later. He refused to speak except to insist I bring him here."
Heero nodded. "Thank you. You did the right thing."
The cop nodded back and turned to leave. Heero turned his attention to
the boy in his arms. "Duo? Duo, you're safe now. I'm here. Can you
tell me what happened?"
Duo sniffed then hiccuped, still clutching tightly to Heero's shirt as
if it was his own private security blanket.
"It...it was him," he said, wiping his nose on his sleeve.
"He... he had a knife. He was t...touching me. He said he was going
to come after me again." He shivered violently. "Oh God! I was
Heero was scared too. He'd come dangerously close to losing Duo without
even knowing it - losing him to the bastard they were hunting. He swallowed
hard. Duo was crying into his shirt again. He looked up to see Wufei standing
`Conference room,' the other detective mouthed then turned and walked
through a nearby doorway.
Heero rubbed Duo's back with one hand, using the other to tilt his face
up. "Duo, I know you're frightened. Jesus, I am too. But do you think
you could tell us what happened?"
"Me, Trowa, and Detective Chang."
Duo winced. "Last time I talked to Chang he th...threw me in jail
for the murders."
Heero gave him a small smile. "I doubt Chang will do that this time."
His smile vanished. "He's still out there, Duo. I need you to help
me catch him. I need to put him away so I'll know you're safe."
Duo didn't look happy, but he nodded. "All right. Where do we go?"
Heero led him to a small conference room. Wufei and Trowa were already
inside. A tape recorder was sitting in the middle of the table ready to
record the conversation. Heero maneuvered Duo onto a chair and took the
one next to him.
"Okay Duo. I believe you know Trowa and Detective Chang."
"Yeah," Duo said, frowning at Wufei.
The Chinese cop gave him a sad half-smile. "Mr. Maxwell," he
greeted with a nod of his head. "I never got a chance to apologize
for before. I don't believe in this... psychic mumbo-jumbo, but I do regret
putting an innocent in jail."
Duo shrugged. "It's okay. You were just doing your job."
"It's still no excuse. I locked you up without any hard evidence
against you. I even hoped you were the killer - because then this
would all be over and maybe I could get to sleep at night."
Duo stared at him sadly, understanding for the first time how hard cases
like this could be for the police as well. He pitied Chang. He pitied
"Duo," Heero asked, placing a comforting hand on his arm, "can
you tell us exactly what happened to you?"
Duo nodded and licked his dried lips. "I was on my way home to get
ready for our - for a date," he amended hastily, blushing as he shot
Heero a glance out of the corner of his eye. "I was walking down
He told the story with a wavering voice. Heero turned a deathly shade
of pale when Duo described how his attacker had pawed at him. He wanted
to reach out and squeeze Duo's hand reassuringly, but did not. He allowed
Duo to tell his story, knowing his presence alone would be comforting
to the braided boy.
"Are you sure you didn't get a good look at him?" Wufei asked
again, frustration edging his voice.
Duo shook his head regretfully. "No. I just saw his arms and hands
and heard his voice. He kept his face hidden from my view the whole time."
"Did he have any distinguishing marks on his hands like scars or
Duo shook his head. "They were rough, callused, but no scars. His
fingers were... short though," he said, cocking his head in confusion.
Heero raised an eyebrow but didn't comment about the man in Duo's vision
supposedly having long fingers.
"What about his voice?" Trowa asked.
"Rough, harsh - like he was stage whispering. Maybe he was disguising
his voice?" He shrugged. "I didn't recognize it."
"And you say he saw your picture in the paper and tracked you down?"
Duo nodded, then cocked his head as if remembering something. "Actually,
he did say that I was a little out of his way."
The three detectives glanced at each other.
"And you were on Dixon Street right?"
"Yeah." Duo swallowed nervously. "He said he was going
to find me again - to finish what he started." His voice cracked,
tears stinging his eyes.
"I think that's enough for now," Heero insisted, noticing the
boy's distress. Wufei agreed. "We'll talk to those college kids and
see if they got a look at him, though I doubt they did." He stood
up and walked around to stand next to Duo. "Mr. Maxwell, go home.
Get some rest. We'll place a unit at Maxwell Church and the orphanage.
Try not to worry. We'll catch him."
Duo nodded his thanks, unable to speak for the moment. Trowa stood as
well. "Take him home, Heero. We'll have a couple of guys watch over
"No. I'm going to take him to my place... at least for tonight."
Trowa gave him a look. "Are you sure that's wise?" he asked
Heero sighed, tired of his partner's attitude towards Duo. He pulled him
aside, out of Duo's earshot. "Look Trowa, I don't know what the hell
your problem is, but I care a lot about that young man. He's just been
through a very traumatic experience and I'm not going to leave him alone
tonight." He shot a glance at Duo, eyes softening as he looked at
his little would-be lover. "You don't have to like him, Trowa, but
I ask that you treat him with respect. He's a wonderful person... and
someone I hope will be a part of my life for a very long time."
Trowa looked at Heero reproachfully. "I'm sorry Heero. I didn't know
you felt so strongly about that - about him." He placed his hand
on Heero's shoulder and pushed him towards the braided teenager. "Take
him home. I'll cover what's left of your shift."
"Thanks Trowa." Heero gave his partner a grateful look before
turning back to Duo.
"Duo?" The young man looked up at him, eyes glazed over as the
reality of what had happened finally began to sink in. Heero hurried over,
wanting to get him home before shock set in. "Duo, I'm going to take
you home now."
Duo nodded dumbly. He let Heero help him stand up, clutching desperately
at his shirt sleeve. "Heero, please. I don't want to be alone right
Heero wrapped his arms around him. "You won't be, Duo. I'm here.
I won't leave you."
Heero unlocked the door to his loft and swung it open. He placed one arm
around Duo's shoulders and guided him inside. He took the coat he had
draped around the boy and hung it up just inside the door. He glanced
worriedly at his young love. Duo was standing completely still in the
middle of the floor. He hadn't said a word since they'd left the precinct.
And that worried Heero no end.
"Duo? Would you like something to eat or drink?"
Duo shook his head, his arms coming up to wrap around his body. Heero
sighed and walked over to him. He eyed the bandage at Duo's throat and
frowned. "You're bleeding again. Come over here and let me change
the dressings." He led Duo to one of the bar stools and sat him down
upon it. He hurried into his bathroom and gathered the necessary supplies,
anxious to get back to Duo.
The braided teen was where he'd left him, perched precariously on the
stool. He set the first aid supplies on the bar counter and tilted Duo's
head up. Carefully he peeled away the soaked through bandages, wincing
as he saw the cut on Duo's neck for the first time. The paramedics had
been right - it wasn't deep enough to need stitches, but it was
deep enough to bleed profusely as head wounds tended to do. He gently
wiped away the blood with a damp cloth. He dabbed the cut carefully with
some antiseptic before applying a fresh bandage to the injury.
He was just finishing applying medical tape to hold the bandage in place
when Duo spoke. "I'm really tired, Heero," he said softly.
Heero smiled gently at him. "Let's get you into bed. Do you need
to go to the bathroom first?"
Duo nodded. He let Heero help him down off the barstool then padded silently
to the bathroom. Heero hurried to the curtained off bedroom area to turn
down the sheets. He quickly changed out of his work clothes and into a
comfortable pair of boxers and a cotton t-shirt. He laid out an oversized
shirt for Duo to wear, then wandered out into the living room to make
up the couch for himself. He heard the bathroom door open and Duo step