Date: Tue, 29 Jan 2008 18:16:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Officer Andy / Chapter 2 / Beginnings

Officer Andy
By
randyhoward2@yahoo.com
Chapter 2

>From Chapter 1.

'My precious a copper, my beloved, he is looking for us my
love. We must hide my beloved or he will find us. Let us go
out the back way.  No, we can't my love. The stairs are
missing precious. I shall get the silencer my beloved, that
will stop him from tormenting you my love.'

I decide to go upstairs and if I have to knock on all the
doors until I find Billy's apartment I will. I go into the
building and the smell of urine is powerful.  I start
knocking on the first door and I hear a dog bark.  The door
opens a bit, only a far to allow the occupant to see out.

"What the fuck you want cop?" A hard looking woman
asks.

"I'm looking for a man named Billy who lives in this
building."

"He don't fucking live here," and she slams the door.

I go to the next three doors with pretty much the same
results.  I head up to the second floor and knock on the first
door.  No one answers but I am sure I can here voices
inside.  I knock again and still after a few minutes, still no
one answers.  This time I hear no voices. I go to the next
one and I knock, and the door opens as I knock on it.  I
peak inside and I see no one around and no sound.  I pull
out my revolver and I push the door open with my foot.  I
enter the apartment, knowing I should have back up, and I
look around.  The place is a mess.  It looks as if a fight or a
struggle had happened.  I decide to call for back up and I
radio in for assistance and give them my location.  I am
leaving the so-called living room and moving towards the
bedroom when I see the body on the floor beside the bed.

"Oh fuck no, not you Billy." I say aloud. "Why you Billy, I
told you to be careful buddy."  I radio in the murder and I
am just giving the dispatcher some details when I feel
thump on my head and then darkness.


Chapter 2

"Andy, wake up kid," I heard.  "Andy, it's Tom son, wake
up."

My eyes fluttered open and then closed again. My head, my
head felt like I it was being split open with an ax.  What the
fuck was happening to me.  I remember, Billy, his body
was in his bedroom and then something hit my head.  Oh,
fuck my head hurt.

"Andy, it's Tom son, can you hear me."  I opened my eyes
and I saw his face.  I stared at him unable yet to speak.  Jim
was behind him and he had a handkerchief over his nose
and mouth.

"Andy don't move the ambulance is on the way son." I
heard Tom say.  "Someone hit you with a hammer but was
scared off when we came.  We found Billy's body son and
I am so sorry.  I know he was a friend of yours."

Just then, the ambulance came and they attended to me. My
head was pounding and I was suddenly aware that my shirt
was missing.  I started to get up and the attendant held me
down.

"Take it easy officer.  You had a pretty nasty head injury
and we don't want you getting up yet." He said to me.

"My clothes, where are my clothes," I asked him.  He
didn't know and I asked him to get Tom.  Tom came in,
bent over me, and said.

"Calm down Andy, we need you to remain calm." He said
to me.

"Tom my clothes, where the fuck are my clothes," I asked
him.  "I had them on when I came into the apartment." I
told him.

"You were naked when we got here and found you Andy."
Tom told me.  "Whoever did this took everything this time
including your weapon.  You should have waited for
backup son."

"Don't hate me Tom, please don't hate me." I begged him.

"I could never hate you Andy," he says looking around. "I
love you babe so fucking much," he whispers in my ear
lightly kissing it. "Now go to the hospital and get checked
out and I will see you later and bring you some clothes."

The attendants take me away down the hall as the CSI team
does their thing in Billy's apartment.

'I fucked up my beloved, but I got us a real prize.' He said
as he held up my revolver. ' We must move my precious
before they take you from me my love.  I should have killed
that copper before I took his things my precious but that
noise scare me away my love. Come now my beloved we
must pack and be gone my beloved.'

They take me away in the ambulance and take me to St.
Mary's Hospital.  I needed eleven stitched to close my head
and I had a concussion.  They were going to keep me for
observation and I told them no way was I staying.  They
told me that I should avoid work for at least a few days so I
agreed to that.  Tom showed up around ten and had my
clothes from my locker.

"I had to cut the lock off babe to get the clothes," he said.
"What the doc say," he asked.

"Eleven stitches, a concussion and a few days off." I told
him

"That works good babe. I have the next three off so I can
nurse maid you." He said with a smile.  "Are you free to go
yet," he asked me.

"I was just waiting for you and my clothes," I told him.
"Now let me get dressed and get the fuck out of here." I tell
him.

Tom takes me home and we sit and talk in his den.

"Tom, I can't help thinking that the killer lived in that
building." I told him. "I was knocking on doors and I
remember this one apartment that I knocked at no one
answered but I heard talking from inside. It sounded as if
the person was talking to someone yet I only heard that one
voice."

"You remember the apartment babe."

"Not the number but I would know it if I saw it.  It was on
the second floor in the rear of the building. I moved on
when the party refused to answer the door.  When I got to
Billy's apartment the door was closed but opened when I
knocked on it." I told him as I started to cry. "Tom the kid
was in love with me. I gave him a ride home that morning
of his murder from the diner, he told me how he loved me,
and then he gave me a kiss before he got out of the car.
Tom he was a good kid, he didn't deserve this." I tell him
as I break down in tears.

"Andy, nobody deserves to die this way.  You were very
lucky tonight that we came when we did or we would be
investigating your murder also." He says taking me in his
arms and holding tight. "I don't think I could bare to loose
you also." He told me kissing my hair.

"Tom, I have to let the diner know.  They will be concerned
about Billy."

"I already stopped by and told Jerry.  He took it quite hard.
Many of the regulars that knew Billy started to cry when
they heard me telling Jerry. Jerry is also paying for Billy's
funeral he told me. I guess the kid had nothing for
insurance and Jerry didn't want him to have some paupers
grave."

I spent most of that day resting in the arms of Tom.  We
just snuggled on his sofa and he held me tightly as if some
one might take me from him.  I woke around seven and I
was alone in the room.  I panicked and cried out for Tom.
He came running in, took me in his arms, and said.

"It's ok babe, I have you.  No one is going to hurt anymore
love," as he stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.

"I was so scared Tom. I woke up, I was alone, and for a
moment, I did not know where I was.  Just hold me babe
and kiss me," I said to him and he kissed me a kiss that told
me that I had nothing to fear.  A kiss that said he had me
and that nothing, or no one, would ever hurt me again.  I
felt so secure in his arms and I never wanted him to let me
go.  Over the next few days, Tom pampered me and I
quickly recovered.  We worked together also on my theory
that that the killer lived in the same building as did Billy.
Tom and I wrote out all the evidence we had and we
included that from my dad's murder investigation.

"You know Tom, it looks as though our killer is either a
homophobe or has been rejected by the gay community," I
said. "Other than as a trophy of his victims why would he
keep the victims underwear," I ask.

"Got to be some kind of fetish he has.  Either that or like
straight serial killers that take jewelry as a memento of their
victims, this pervert could be doing the same here."

"I was very careful to watch my back coming in the
building.  The riff raft out side that night did not look to
threatening but I was not going to take a chance.  I do
remember hearing a creaking sound just before the lights
went out, now that I think back.  I had just seen Billy's
body on the floor and I heard the floor creak and then the
blow to my head.  I should have waited Tom, but I was so
worried about Billy that it over ruled my better judgment.
Why did it have to be Billy?  He was such a sweet kid and
so giving to others." I said as I started to tear up just
thinking of his smiling face that night he kissed me
goodbye. "Did they get the blood results back yet from the
lab on the two blood samples from the last killing?"

"No not yet, but we should any day now." He says. "If he is
in our system we will get him." Tom says.  "Enough for
now babe, why don't you take a nap.  The first night back
will be long and tiring for you."

"I not tired babe, but I am horny though.  We have not
made love in three days and I need your love Tom."

Tom took me by the hand and led me to our bedroom.  He
slowly undressed me and kissed me as he lovingly removed
my clothes.  He stood there as I removed his and I kissed
his body as I exposed his skin to the fading sunlight.  He
guided me to our bed as he kissed with his kiss of love so
deep and full of passion.  He laid me face down on the bed
and climbed on me, sitting on my thighs.  He masterly
massaged my back and kissed each area after he massaged
it.  He massaged my ass muscles and I started to moan as
he part the globes with his hands.  He bent down and
caressed the valley between them with his tongue.  His ran
his tongue tenderly up and down my valley then back to my
waiting rosebud.  He ran his tongue around my hole and
then slowly inserted it in.  My ass rose up to meet his
pleasuring instrument and he fuck me until I could take no
more.

"Fuck me babe," I cried out in lust. "I'm so close and I
need you in me love."  He turned me over, and he lubed us
up, and he positioned himself to my hole.  He slowly
pushed in and I could feel his fullness as slowly took me.
He rested a moment for me to relax and then tenderly
started to make love to me.  With his hand, he caressed my
face tenderly and he kissed me deeply as our tongues did
their dance of love.  We found our rhythm that brought
such pleasure, yet hastened our climax.  We took such
comfort in giving pleasure to each other making sure that
we gave more than we took.  When we finally came it was
heaven to us as we climaxed in unison.  We rode the wave
of our lovemaking as we slowly began to come down.  We
clung to each other and we kissed as young lovers, we were
so much in love with each other.  When we finally calmed
and our breathing became normal, we would just lye there
starring into each other's eyes.

"You have made me so happy my love," Tom said to me.
"Just when I thought that I could not be loved more, you
take me to another level in our love."

"You have given my life so much meaning.  I have never
felt so loved and wanted as I do with you babe.  You are
my perfect lover Tom."

He took me by the hand to the shower, and he washed me
from head to toe.  He tenderly dried my body and kissed it
as he dried me.  We dressed and we went downstairs to get
ready to leave for work.  He took me in his arms, and
looked into my eyes saying,

"You know it's time that you move in with me love.  I want
you here twenty four seven."

"Are you sure babe, because if I do eventually the guys will
find out that we are living together and put one and one
together."

"I don't give a fuck about those guys babe.  All I care about
is you.  I want us to be a couple forever love.  I don't care if
anyone finds out that I'm gay unless you do," he says.

"I have never cared if anyone knew.  My mom already
knows and she is fine with it.  She has been very nervous
since these murders have been happening but she doesn't
care if I'm gay or not."

"Well we both have this weekend off so why don't we
move you in then," he says. "You can give you landlord a
notice and we can start being the couple we want to be." He
says as he takes me in his arms and kisses me. "Now you
watch your back tonight and no brave shit babe.  You call
for backup before you go investigating anything, got it
love," he says and kisses me again.

"I got it babe.  I won't be no John Wayne," I tell him as I
kiss him back.  We leave in separate cars and I go to the
diner.  I have to stop so that I can let them see I am all right
and to let them know that I am sorry about Billy.  They are
closed as I drive up and a sign is on the door.

Closed Today
For
Billy Mathews Funeral.
Will reopen tomorrow.

My eyes start to tear up thinking about Billy and how much
he enjoyed life.  I drove to the local Dunkin Donuts and got
a coffee there.  I got to work and the guys were all glad to
see me.  They told me that they were glad that I had not
been hurt worst than I had.  The captain called me into his
office and asked how I was doing.  I told him I was fine
and then he started to chew me a new asshole.

"How fucking stupid can you get, going into an apartment
alone with no backup.  I don't you ever to do that again, do
you understand me Butler," he said. "I am assigning you a
partner from now on.  He is a newbie from the academy
and I think the two of you will be good together."

"What's his name Captain," I asked.

"Miguel Sanchez." He said "He finished almost tops in his
class I understand. Now get the fuck out of here and watch
your back Butler."

"Yes sir, and thank you sir."

I went into the locker room and changed into my uniform.
I noticed a few lockers over a new kid who looked Spanish.

"You Miguel," I asked.

"Si, you Andy?"

We shook hands and we talked as we finished dressing.  He
looked like a decent kid and we seemed to hit it off.  We
went off to roll call and then to our cruiser.

"You want to drive or ride," I asked.

"Don't matter to me. Why don't we switch off every so
often to break up the monotony," he said.

"Sounds good to me because I hated to drive."

We made our rounds talking as we drove, getting to know
each other.  He was just twenty-one and had graduated last
month from the academy.

"You married or dating someone," I asked.

"No fucking way am I married yet.  I have a girlfriend
though.  She wants to get married but I am not even close
to being ready.  Are you married?"

"No, but I am seeing someone.  We are moving in together
this weekend." I told him.

"I told my girl that we should move in together but she says
if we do that I would never marry her.  She is probably
right.  Maybe you and your girl and us can go out
sometime.  That way the girls can compare notes and
maybe my girl will move in with Me.," he tells me.

"Ah, I don't think that is such a good idea Miguel.  You see
my girlfriend is a boyfriend.  I am gay, Miguel."

There is a long silence as Miguel looks out his window.  He
does not say word just stares until he finally breaks the
silence.

"You are gay man.  The captain never told me that." He
said still looking out his window.

"Listen Miguel if it bothers you I understand, and if you
want another partner I will understand that also."  I tell
him.  "I felt that seeing how we are partners we should be
open and honest with each other."

"I understand where you are coming from amigo, my
brother is gay also.  I have no problem with your sexuality
and I do not want another partner.  Does anyone else know
about your sexuality?" he asks.

"Just my lover and I don't want to say who he is without
getting his permission.  We have been together a short time
and well, he may not want it out yet."

"Don't worry Andy, my lips are sealed.  If you don't want
it out then that's your prerogative." He says and we shake
hands.  "Just do not get any ideas towards me, ok," he says
with a wink.

"Ok not until you and your girl have a fight stud." I say and
give him a wink back and we both laugh.

'There goes our copper tormentor my beloved, and he has
a friend with him now.  We will still finish him my precious
don't you worry. He just got lucky that's all my beloved.
Next time we shall finish what we started and he won't be
so lucky will he my precious? Now lets go take care of that
boy that spurned you my beloved. He won't do that to you
again shall he my lover.'

We continued our rounds and talked most of the night.  We
really got to know one another.  We took our lunch around
three and went to Denny's, seeing how the diner was
closed.  We finished our lunch, Miguel drove back to our
beat, and we resumed our rounds.  As we were driving
towards the waterfront, I noticed that a car was parked in a
no parking area.  We stopped and we walked over to the car
and found it empty.  This area was known for its gay
activity and we decided to walk the bike path.  The bike
path was made by the city from and old abandoned railroad
track.  The city paved the path for bikers to use and people
to jog or walk on.  At night gays used it for hooking up
with one another.  We walked the path and had gotten
maybe a hundred feet down the path, when we found a
shoe.  Had it not been a newer shoe it would not have
mattered. Miguel pulled out his flashlight and started to
shine it around.  He found more pieces of clothing and the
other shoe another ten feet from where we were standing.
As we shined the light into the bushes, we saw the owner of
the clothes.  It was a young black man about sixteen and he
was naked with his throat slit.  I radioed for the CSI team
and told headquarters what we had found.  Miguel turned
as I was talking to the station and yelled at someone fleeing
away.  He took off running in their direction and I told
dispatch and took off after him.  I was about two minutes
behind Miguel and having a hard time in the overgrowth
trying to keep up.  I was running when all of a sudden I
stumbled and fell to the ground.  I got up and shined my
flashlight to see what tripped me and there was Miguel
lying with a knife sticking out of his chest.  I felt for a
pulse, he had one, and I radioed for an ambulance for an
officer down.  Within minutes of my first, call cruisers
came and soon an ambulance.  I had my hand putting
pressure on the wound around the knife afraid to pull it out.
The paramedics took over and took Miguel away as I gave
my information to the detectives.  Tom came up to me and
looked very concerned about what had happened.

"What the fuck did that kid think he was doing just running
off after some guy like that," he asked.

"I was calling for backup and reporting the murder when he
yells out to someone to stop.  Then he just bolts off in that
direction," I say pointing towards the area where Miguel
had been wounded.  "I then took of after him and with the
overgrowth and darkness I lost track of him until I tripped
over him."

"Lucky for him that you tripped over him or he could be
lost until daylight with all that overgrowth." Tom says. "I
am just glad that you are ok Andy." He says putting his
hand on my shoulder.  Jim looks at him and gives a puzzled
look as he lights another of his smelly cigars.  Tom tells me
that I can leave and I drive to the hospital.  Miguel is in the
operating room and we be for some time.  His mother and
girlfriend are sitting in the waiting room and I introduce
myself to them.  I explain what happened to his girlfriend
and she explains in Spanish to his mama.  We are talking
for a while when the doctor comes out.  He explains that
Miguel was lucky, that he had a punctured lung, and that
the knife had missed his heart by just a fraction of an inch.
He was in recovery and that we could see him shortly but
only for a few minutes.  He told me that an officer had
taken the knife for processing and that the officer's name
was Sam Watson.  I radioed to headquarters and asked if
we had an officer named Sam Watson on the force.  A few
minutes later, the dispatcher told me that no one of that
name was on the force.  I told the dispatcher to send a
guard to watch over Miguel and what had happened with
the knife.  I could tell that all hell was breaking loose back
at headquarters.  I found the doctor and he gave me a
description of the so-called officer.  I asked how long had it
been since he had taken the knife and he said about a half
hour.  I bolted from the hospital and radioed the description
of the false police officer.  I drove all the possible routes he
could have taken but with no luck.

'We got lucky my precious we did.  That doctor he does not
know no he doesn't that we are not police no he don't.
Don't worry my beloved, my precious. We shall finish that
copper we will.  He maybe got lucky he did but we will get
him next time we will my beloved.  We must get home now
my lovely my beloved before they catch us they try.  I will
get us home safe my beloved and I will come back and
finish him I will.'

'This guy seems to be able to vanish into thin air.  Where
the fuck can he be hiding that he can come and go so
quickly,' I think to myself.  'He is going to fuck up one of
these times and I am going to be there to get him.  I am
going to catch him if it is the last thing I do and I will do it
for you dad and for you Billy,' I say to myself.  I continue
driving around until I decide it is time to head back to the
precinct.  I brief the captain on the night's activities and he
is less than thrilled.

"What the fuck is it with you fucking rookies," he asks. "I
can't understand why you got to be heroes.  Just do it by
the book is all I ask.  That is all I ask, do it by the book," he
says as he walks into his office and slams the door.  I go
into the locker room and go to my locker.  A couple of guys
ask me how Miguel is doing and I tell them.  Tom is in the
showers already and Jim is standing with a towel around
him at his locker.

"Hey hotshot, you and Tom got something going," he asks
me.

"What the fuck you talking about asshole," I shoot back at
him.

"I see the way you two touchy feely each other and the way
you both look at each other when you think no one is
looking. What are you a couple of fags," he asks.

"And do you have a problem with that fuck wad," Tom
says coming up behind Jim from the showers.

"Ah . yeah I do," he says whipping around; shocked that
Tom was behind him.

"Want to take it to the captain then," Tom asks him. "Or do
you want to take it outside and settle it like a man."

"Hey Tom no need for that shit.  We have been buds for
years man.  If you and twinkle toes want to fudge pack
that's your business," he says with a smirk.  Tom just hauls
off and decks him setting him flying across the locker
room.  His towel falls off and he is exposed to all the guys
that have now gathered to see what the fuck the commotion
is about.  They are laughing at Jim, as he lies there naked
on the floor.  The captain comes in and he surveys the
situation.

"What the fuck is going on in here," he wants to know.

"Well it seems that Jim here doesn't like the fact that Andy
and Tom are gay lovers." Marty says to the captain. "He
got in Tom's face and made some pretty ugly remarks and
Tom just laid him out." He added.

"That right Tom," the captain says looking shocked from
me then to Tom.

"Yep that's right Dan.  Anybody else have a problem with
us being a couple they can come to me and I will tell them
how it's going to be also." Tom says putting his arm around
me.

"Tom calm down, why don't you two come in my office
and we can talk," he says starting to walk away and then
stops and turns. "But get dressed first, ok."  The room
erupts with laughter as we walk back to our locker and get
dressed.  A lot of the guys come by and tell us that it took a
lot of balls to admit what we did, and that they had no
problem with it at all.  They shook our hands and even
thanked Tom for decking Jim.  Not many guys liked Jim or
his mouth.  We went in to see the captain and we got things
straightened out.  He told us that the law protected us from
discrimination at work and that if Jim or anyone else gave
us any shit about our sexuality to let him know.  He wished
us luck and said that we had a lot of balls to be outing in a
police brotherhood.  I told him how many of the guys had
told us that they had no problem with us and he said saying
it and showing it are to different things. Tom told him that
the guys are a decent bunch and that when push came to
shove he trusted them to watch his back.  We left shortly
after ten and Jim was waiting to go in to see the captain.
Tom and Jim exchanged hard glances as they passed each
other on our way out.  We got back to Tom's place and I
showered as Tom made us something to eat.

"I am so sorry Tom for what happened this morning," I told
Tom with my arms around him. "I never wanted to come
between you and your friends babe."

"Listen Andy, if they can't except that we are a couple then
they are not no friend of mine."  He says and he kisses me.

"I love you Tom and I just didn't want to hurt you," I tell
him as I start to cry.

"Babe, listen to me please.  You are my world now. I am
forty-eight years old and all of those years have been alone
for me.  I have lived my life in the closet until you came
into it.  I was always afraid to love until you taught me to
love.  I watched you grow up babe.  I was there when you
were born, do you know how hard this was for me to fall in
love with you when I saw you born," he asks. "I took a big
step for me to allow myself to fall for you.  Your dad and I
were best friends and he would kill me if he knew I was
having sex with you."

"That might be Tom, but he is not here, and I can't help but
think that he would understand.  He knew I was gay and his
only concern was that I be happy.  You make me happy
Tom and I will not give you up for nothing or no one." I
tell him and kiss him hard and lustfully.  We ended our
morning making passionate love to each other.  We held
each other close as we fell asleep.  I awoke to the sound of
stairs creaking and I rustled Tom from his sleep.

"Someone is on the stairs Tom," I whispered as I got out of
bed.  He grabbed his forty-five from the nightstand and we
waited in the room for the perpetrator to show himself.  The
bedroom door was closed and the doorknob slowly turned.
Tom was kneeling behind his side of the bed and I was
standing in the bathroom doorway.  The room was dimly lit
because of room darkening shades.  The door slowly
opened and a hand with a gun appeared.  As the door
opened more fully several shots went off from the intruders
gun.  Then Tom fired his gun several times, as I called 911.
The operator could here the gunshots and I told her who I
was and what was happening.  When the last of Tom's
shots went off, I called to him as I heard a thud hitting the
floor.

"I'm all right," shouted Tom. "I think I got him Andy."

"I call the police Tom stay where you are babe.  You sure
you aren't hit babe," I was asking him as I heard the sirens
of the police cars.

"I fine love just stay where you are until the police get
here."  The police came in and shouted for us to put down
all weapons and to come out with our hands up.  We
explained who we were and they still insisted on us coming
out with our hands up.  They were in the hall and the
intruder they said was dead.  I grabbed my robe on the back
on the door and threw Tom his.  We came out of the room
with our hands up and the cop instantly recognized Tom.

"What the fuck happened Tom," the officer was asking
him.

"We were sleeping and were awaken by the noise of the
stairs creaking.  I grabbed my forty-five and got down on
the side of the bed.  My friend here went into the bathroom
and called 911.  Then who ever that is started to shoot into
the room and I started to shoot back.  I heard a thud hit the
floor and we waited until you got here before we moved."

"Do you know this guy Tom," the officer asked.  Tom
walked over and turned the hall light on and the sound of
his gasping could be heard.

"Andy, my fucking word, it's Jim." Tom was as white as a
ghost was.  "He was my partner, Carl." He told the officer.

"Oh fuck what happened Tom.  The shit is going to hit the
fan now," Carl said.  "Bad blood between you two?"

"You might say that.  We had a fight today about Andy
here and me.  We are lovers and Jim was not too happy
with that.  We had words and then I decked him in front of
some of the guys.  He later got his ass chewed out by the
captain.  God, Jim why the fuck you have to do this man?"
Tom broke down and started crying and I took him in my
arms.  I held him tightly as I consoled him while the
officers watched.  They had a bizarre look on their face but
neither said a word.  After a bit, Tom came around and he
said to Carl.

"Call my captain and have him come over."  Carl got a
hold of the captain and he was there within twenty minutes.
He came in, as the crime team was finishing up with there
processing of the scene.

"Tom, Andy what the fuck went on this morning?" He
wanted to know.  "Jim, I fucking can't believe it." He was
saying shaking his head.  We went downstairs and I made
coffee as Carl took our formal statements. Jim had gotten in
by jimmying the side door.  His service revolver was what
he had fired at us.  He had aimed at the head of the bed and
that is why he missed Tom kneeling at the bottom.  The
captain put us on paid leave pending an investigation.  We
both were badly shaken but Tom was the worst.  After
about three hours, everyone was gone.

"Tom I think that we made a big mistake falling in love
with each other," I told him.  "Look at the pain and misery
I have caused you babe.  I am so sorry for what I have done
to you and I will be taking my things and going home
later."  I got up and started for the bedroom to get dressed.
Tom ran after me, grabbed my arm, and spun me around.

"You are not going anywhere Andrew Butler.  I love you
and you have done nothing to me but love me.  We cannot
help what others think or feel.  I have never felt so loved
and alive as I have the last few weeks since you have been
in my life.  I watched you grow up and I loved you as I
would my own child.  However, you showed me how to
love in a capacity I never knew possible.  If you walk out
that door babe I walk out with you."  He stood there and
just looked into my eyes and I melted.

"That's not fair babe."

"What's not fair?"

"When you look at me like that.  You look like you can see
right into my heart babe. That is where I keep you and I
can't say no to you when you look at me with those eyes."

"Well I guess that means you are staying then."

"I guess it does," and we kiss to seal our agreement.  We
talk about selling the house and getting a place that is our
place.  He is telling me how much he loves me when his
cell phone rings.  It's the captain and he wants us both in to
headquarters as soon as possible.

"But what about the leave Captain," Tom asks.

"Forget it, this is more important," he says and hangs up.
We get to his office in thirty-five minutes and went straight
to his office.

"Tom, Andy have a seat." He says with a look of pain on
his face.

"What's the matter captain," Tom asks.

"It's Miguel.  The killer got into his room and killed him."
He said. "During the night when the guards changed.  Its
seems the murderer had on your uniform and he posed as a
police officer and he relieved a rookie that was on duty.  He
had no way of knowing he wasn't a real officer. When the
nurse made her rounds at four and there was no officer, she
went in and found Miguel with his throat slit.  He was
naked like the rest of the victims.  Everything was there but
his underwear."

"He wasn't even gay, captain." I told him.

"The killer probably figured he could have identified him."

"Fuck when is this going to stop." I yelled out. "There has
got to be something we are overlooking."

"That's why I am putting you two together.  I know it's not
by protocol, but with two dead and a few out sick with the
flu, I need every man I can get."

"Tom and I, Captain, you sure," I ask. "Won't that raise a
few eyebrows around the station?"

"Let me worry about that.  The fucking mayor is on my ass
to catch this guy or guys.  We should have the blood results
back tomorrow and hopefully, they will tell us something.
Now get out there and be fucking careful, you here."

We left the captain's office and went to the locker room.
Some of the guys gave us a strange look.  The talking that
was going on when we entered had ceased as soon as they
saw us.

"Ok guys," Tom said, "lets get this over with and out in the
open, ok."

Mickey Banks a long time officer came over and said to
Tom.

"We hear that Jim busted in to your place and started
shooting at you guys, is that true."

"Yeah Mickey he did. We were sleeping and Andy heard
the stairs creak and woke me.  I grabbed my forty-five and
got down by the end of the bed.  Andy went into the
bathroom and called 911.  Jim opened the door and started
shooting at the bed.  I shot back hitting him several times
and killing him."

"What do you mean Andy woke you. You two were in the
same bed together." He asked.

"Yeah Mickey we were. We are gay Mickey."

"Oh fuck Tom I hadn't heard that one yet.  I have been off
a few days.  Fuck, you and Andy are boyfriends?"

"Yeah Mickey why, is that a problem."

"Not to me it ain't, but it must have been to Jim." He says
as he walks away. "Fuck, Tom gay, I would have never
guessed that one. Nice catch Andy."

"Thanks Mickey, I think so."  We finished telling the guys
the rest of the story and cleared the air.  We headed to roll
call and then out to the streets.

"I want to go back to that apartment that I heard the voices
at Tom.  You know the night Billy was killed." I told Tom.

"I don't think it a good idea Andy, not just the two of us.
Let me call the captain and get his opinion, ok."

Tom called the captain on his cell phone and told him what
we wanted to do.  The captain told to wait while he sent us
some back up and then we could go for it.  He said he
would get us a search warrant to cover our asses also.  We
waited outside for fifteen minutes until the backup arrived.

'Hurry my precious the coppers are coming for us my
beloved.  They must not find us they must not my love.  I
will save us my dearest beloved.  That tormentor is leading
them that we almost got my lovely.  Hurry now precious
before they find us love.'

I lead them to the second floor and to the back apartment.  I
knock several times and listen for some voices.  When no
one answers, we bust down the door and the place explodes
into a million pieces.  Smoke and fire is everywhere and
bodies lay strewn amongst the broken walls and door.

"Tom can you hear me? Tom please, answer me." I say as I
come to my senses.

To be continued

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