"Bruce!" he cried out.
Bruce made a bee-line for him. He was thankful in a way his partner would be the one to untie him. Then again, if someone else had done it, he wouldn't have cared, either. So long as he was free.
"What you doing strapped up like a Christmas ham for, Case. I mean, Jesus, can't you air out your arsehole at a more appropriate time, buddy."
Casey rolled his eyes. There was the first stab, the first little joke. But he wasn't offended in the least. Instead, he replied, "I was getting myself ready for you to come and rescue me."
Bruce smiled, hastily unbuckling the strapping. "Damn, I only rescue virgins. From the look of your little starfish there, I know you ain't no virgin, even though you haven't had a boyfriend since we were first made partners."
Casey couldn't help but let out a laugh, even under such circumstances. Bruce always made him feel better. "I so hate you, you know that."
"Love you, too, buddy. Now let me get you out of this contraption before the boys see you. I dread to think of what they'll say when they get a gander of your uncompromising position here."
"Hey, blame that fucker Randy--" But Casey didn't get to finish his words. A gunshot rang out, echoing through the dungeon with a chilling purpose. From there, he could hear all sorts of cries out, most from the men in riot gear. "What's happened…fucking hurry up and get me out of here, will you."
Casey was released. He didn't care about his nakedness, he plucked up the whip off the floor and charged toward the group of men who had surrounded Randy. He so wanted to hurt the man, give him a taste of his own medicine.
Before he could raise his arm, lash out with the whip, his arm was caught. He turned to see Bruce holding him. "Don't stoop to his level, Case. He ain't worth it. Besides, Jason's been hurt and I'd say he--"
"What?" Every emotion charged through Casey, from anger to fear to something much, much deeper. Something only one human could feel for another. Complete and utter concern. He dropped the whip. Casey was at the torture rack within a blink of an eye. Jason was unconscious, probably passed out from the shock of being shot. "Help me get him down."
Bruce helped.
The wound was in his upper arm, and thankfully, even though there was a lot of blood, it was a clean shot. When Casey and Bruce had untied him, Jason fell into Casey's arms. Consciousness must have welcomed him for a brief moment, because he opened his eyes and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Are you my angel?"
"Yes," Casey replied, before kissing him on his forehead as he cradled him tight, trying to keep his as close as possible. "Grab my shirt please, Bruce, I'm going to use it as a tourniquet."
"One step ahead of you." Bruce ripped the material into a few manageable pieces, handing it to him. "One of the boys has called for an ambulance. They should be here soon."
When Casey was satisfied Jason was at least comfortable, he added, "Whatever happens, make sure I can dock with that fucker Randy. I want him to pay the full price for all of his crimes."
"I heard that."
Chapter Ten
Two days later, and after a weekend of visiting Jason in the hospital, Casey was ready to make sure Randy paid in full for all those he had harmed. Today was the day he had the best chance of docking with him, get him to confess, come hell or high water.
Casey left the shower room. He felt fresh, ready to tackle the world. Bruce joined him as soon as he came into the hall which led to main administration. Although, Randy's docking could wait for one thing. They both headed for the staff room. Coffee beckoned because the inhaler no longer satisfied him. The word around the precinct was disturbing enough, made worse by the passage of the weekend. Randy Piper had been spouting out sexual abuse claims, all aimed at Casey, of course.
The man was right to make such claims. In a way they were true. Unfortunately, due to Bruce having called in backup on that fateful night, he didn't
Bruce made a bee-line for him. He was thankful in a way his partner would be the one to untie him. Then again, if someone else had done it, he wouldn't have cared, either. So long as he was free.
"What you doing strapped up like a Christmas ham for, Case. I mean, Jesus, can't you air out your arsehole at a more appropriate time, buddy."
Casey rolled his eyes. There was the first stab, the first little joke. But he wasn't offended in the least. Instead, he replied, "I was getting myself ready for you to come and rescue me."
Bruce smiled, hastily unbuckling the strapping. "Damn, I only rescue virgins. From the look of your little starfish there, I know you ain't no virgin, even though you haven't had a boyfriend since we were first made partners."
Casey couldn't help but let out a laugh, even under such circumstances. Bruce always made him feel better. "I so hate you, you know that."
"Love you, too, buddy. Now let me get you out of this contraption before the boys see you. I dread to think of what they'll say when they get a gander of your uncompromising position here."
"Hey, blame that fucker Randy--" But Casey didn't get to finish his words. A gunshot rang out, echoing through the dungeon with a chilling purpose. From there, he could hear all sorts of cries out, most from the men in riot gear. "What's happened…fucking hurry up and get me out of here, will you."
Casey was released. He didn't care about his nakedness, he plucked up the whip off the floor and charged toward the group of men who had surrounded Randy. He so wanted to hurt the man, give him a taste of his own medicine.
Before he could raise his arm, lash out with the whip, his arm was caught. He turned to see Bruce holding him. "Don't stoop to his level, Case. He ain't worth it. Besides, Jason's been hurt and I'd say he--"
"What?" Every emotion charged through Casey, from anger to fear to something much, much deeper. Something only one human could feel for another. Complete and utter concern. He dropped the whip. Casey was at the torture rack within a blink of an eye. Jason was unconscious, probably passed out from the shock of being shot. "Help me get him down."
Bruce helped.
The wound was in his upper arm, and thankfully, even though there was a lot of blood, it was a clean shot. When Casey and Bruce had untied him, Jason fell into Casey's arms. Consciousness must have welcomed him for a brief moment, because he opened his eyes and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Are you my angel?"
"Yes," Casey replied, before kissing him on his forehead as he cradled him tight, trying to keep his as close as possible. "Grab my shirt please, Bruce, I'm going to use it as a tourniquet."
"One step ahead of you." Bruce ripped the material into a few manageable pieces, handing it to him. "One of the boys has called for an ambulance. They should be here soon."
When Casey was satisfied Jason was at least comfortable, he added, "Whatever happens, make sure I can dock with that fucker Randy. I want him to pay the full price for all of his crimes."
"I heard that."
Chapter Ten
Two days later, and after a weekend of visiting Jason in the hospital, Casey was ready to make sure Randy paid in full for all those he had harmed. Today was the day he had the best chance of docking with him, get him to confess, come hell or high water.
Casey left the shower room. He felt fresh, ready to tackle the world. Bruce joined him as soon as he came into the hall which led to main administration. Although, Randy's docking could wait for one thing. They both headed for the staff room. Coffee beckoned because the inhaler no longer satisfied him. The word around the precinct was disturbing enough, made worse by the passage of the weekend. Randy Piper had been spouting out sexual abuse claims, all aimed at Casey, of course.
The man was right to make such claims. In a way they were true. Unfortunately, due to Bruce having called in backup on that fateful night, he didn't
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