Title: Dangerous Game (1/?)
Chapter Rating: T (Language)
Overall Rating: M (Language, Violence, Sexual Content)
Disclaimer: Detroit 1-8-7 does not belong to me in any way, shape, or form. It belongs to ABC.
Spoilers: After "Lost Child/ Murder 101"; Set in my "Bailamos/Rhythm Divine" universe
Summary: History was about to repeat itself for Detective Louis Fitch…
Author's Note: This has been unbeta-ed, please forgive any mistakes. Enjoy.
Detective Ariana Sanchez could feel something was wrong the minute fellow homicide Detective Louis Fitch picked up the phone at his desk. Barely a minute into the conversation, the feeling of the room changed. The calm, easy mood was suddenly gone. The room practically crackled with tension and rage. The rest of their squad could feel it too.
Her partner, John Stone turned around and watched quietly. Detective Vikram Mahajan stopped telling his joke to his partner, Jesse Longford; the humor dying on his lips as Fitch slammed down the phone. Damon Washington watched his partner carefully, deciding it was one of those moments that it was best to just not say anything. The five detectives heard his harsh, angry exhale; watched as he rose to his feet, gripping his empty coffee mug before he suddenly hurled it against the farthest wall away from them all.
They jumped slightly as the cup shattered, pieces flying in every direction. Their boss heard the crash and bolted out of her office. Maureen Mason watched Fitch cautiously. She knew his moods, knew he fought and argued and yelled. But he rarely acted out like that. It had been a long time since she had seen his anger turn to uncontainable rage. The last time she had seen him like that was ten years ago…
It was one of the worst cases they had seen come into the office and it was his first as a homicide detective. One that haunted her still… and she hadn't worked directly on that case. But she had seen the aftermath…
He met her eyes and she wanted to take a step back under his severe gaze. But she didn't move from her spot; instead she raised her head higher. His eyes had told her everything she needed to know.
"How?" was all she asked him.
"Bastard broke out." Fitch's voice was smooth despite his rage, "Fucker took out most of the guards using a shank made out of a goddamn spoon!"
Mason swallowed down the bile that rose in her throat; tried to block out the images of the bodies that she had seen secondhand through crime scene photos. It was only a matter of time before history would begin to repeat itself and she wondered if it would destroy him. She had seen what had happened to Fitch after the first time…
But now was not the time for speculation. Right now, they needed a plan. And a damned good one before the bodies began to pile up.
"Alright people," Her voice was strong, projecting to all ears in the vicinity, "Be prepared for a long one. This isn't going to be easy."
"What is it?" Stone asked.
All eyes moved to Fitch as he said the four fateful words, "Paul Rook is back."