A Method to my Madness [3/5]
Title: A Method to my Madness
Author:
localjoke
Rating: PG to NC-17, this chapter being PG-13.
Pairing: Ryden sprinkled with Joncer, Gabilliam, and a few others.
POV: 3rd person.
Summary: Officer Jon Walker finds his day filled with an interesting interrogation when they save Brendon Urie, a film student at a local school, from jumping off of the Bay Bridge.
Disclaimer: While this story is based something that I've heard actually happened, I do not own the characters what so ever.
Beta: the ever lurkingunderthehero
Author Notes: Based on a story of a local kid mixed with the Spill Canvas song Natalie Marie and 1cc. This chapter is hot off the press since my loverly beta finished her job early. I'm so proud :'D Lots of crazies in this chapter, you've been warned!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The precinct’s ‘food court’, if you’d call it that, had seemed far too busy for this time of day. Everyone and their distant cousin seemed to be grabbing food which made Jon worry – considering he had to get food to the poor kid in the interrogation room. It could take half an hour to get through the line and, by then, Brendon would have died of boredom or starvation, though Jon didn’t care to figure which. As he made his way toward the very back of the line he found himself being grabbed and pulled into a spot. When his shaken mind registered he found Spencer standing there with the tiniest of smirks on his face.
“I secured you a place in line, good lookin’.” He said, gently nudging Jon’s side with his elbow. “It’s what boyfriends do.”
Jon gave Spencer a look, lips parting to speak before a smile caught them instead. It was the first time the younger man had acknowledged that they were, well, technically dating despite the entire precinct knowing the secret.
“You just said boyfriend.”
Spencer’s face turned unreadable behind his sunglasses. “And you’re pushing your luck, Walker.”
Jon chuckled, stealing Spencer’s hand in his own. “So, how are you holding up?”
Spencer sighed and shook his head. His troubled best friend was not a topic he wanted to talk about with his boyfriend, but he knew he had to explain to his colleague eventually. “Not great. All I can remember is…”
“Ah. You’re worried.”
Spencer glared, Jon could tell by the way his brows furrowed above his sunglasses that he was glaring. “I’m not worried about this kid. I just don’t want to deal with this story again.”
“He’s a good kid, as your best friend still is.” Jon spoke softly, worried he might piss his boyfriend off by talking about something so deep to him. “How long since you’ve paid him a visit?”
“Half a year.”
“You should go see him. Then come back and deal with this crap.” Jon reached past Spencer to grab two sandwiches from the display, shrugging a shoulder. “We need you here with a clear head.”
Spencer shrugged.
The rest of the line was long and silent, the two of them off in their own thoughts until they reached the register where, as always, Jon made sure he paid for everything they’d ordered. Spencer liked that he was kind-hearted, but sometimes he was a little too soft for his job – the perfect good cop. Once Spencer’s coffee was in hand and Jon’s sandwiches were bagged they separated, reluctantly.
“Think about it, Spence.” Jon said, giving his boyfriend’s bicep a gentle squeeze. “It might be good for you.”
“I will.” Spencer offered, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek. “And, if you’re feeding him, we’re not bringing him home. The last thing we need is another stray.” He added with a laugh.
Jon made his way back to the interrogation room as Spencer branched back to his desk where Alex stood, waiting for him. That feeling of dread settled in his stomach as he neared his partner, lifting his coffee to his lips to look busy though his partner’s face was troubled.
“I told Victoria so she didn’t mark you up.” Alex admitted as soon as the other man was in hearing range. “I’m sorry, but you know how intimidating she is.”
Spencer shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”
Alex’s face went from troubled to confused so quickly it almost scared Spencer. “Don’t…worry?”
Spencer looked around his desk for his car keys, snatching them up and nodding toward the door. “Let’s go for a ride. We’ll say it was for information.”
Jon returned to his post to find Victoria standing there, off to one side with her arms crossed, watching Brendon like a hawk. The look on her face was a mix of anger, disapproval and worry all mixed together – though her facial expressions were limited on the job. Jon slipped back into his chair, pulling out a sandwich and offering it to the, now frightened, young man on the other side of the table. Victoria would probably have a talk with him about it later, but Jon didn’t care about what she had to say as long as Brendon was healthy and well. In fact, Jon had grown rather fond of Brendon in a fatherly sort of way, he was a good kid who seemed like he needed someone at the moment.
“Thanks.” Brendon said, seeming uncomfortable with Victoria’s presence. He picked up the sandwich and took tiny pieces off, eyes constantly trailing off in the direction of Victoria like a child afraid of the school bully sitting at their table.
“This is Lieutenant Asher. I promise you she’s not here to worry you.” Jon stated, eyes darting to Victoria with furrowed brows. “She was only in here to make sure you were alright, but now she has to go talk to Andy.”
Victoria scoffed, shaking her head at Jon’s move before silently making her way out of the room – heading back into the room on the other side of the glass to observe some more, leaving Jon and Brendon in silence again.
“Alright.” Jon said, unwrapping his sandwich and taking a bite, making sure he chewed and swallowed before trying to speak again. “So, were you kicked out of school or did you drop out?”
Brendon looked up at Jon, then back down to his sandwich. “I was kicked out for poor grades. Now I’m living with a friend.”
“Who’s the friend?” He asked, trying to make polite conversation as they ate. “Is it someone you know well?”
Brendon nodded. “Shane.”
“Ah.”
“He’s a great friend who’s helped me through so much. That’s why I was defensive earlier, he’s all I have.” Brendon said softly.
“No parents?”
Brendon shook his head. “Disowned me when they found out I liked guys.”
Jon paused for a moment, putting down his sandwich. “Parents can sometimes forget their child is their genes and use their flaws against them. I know how you feel on that one.”
“You were…disowned?” Brendon asked, eyes focused on Jon with the first calm face he’d seen across the young man’s features all day. “For being gay?”
“Not for being gay,” He said, “For not wanting to be an athlete like my father wanted. I wanted to be a therapist and my dad shipped me off to California and told me to pay for college myself. Here I stand, a Police Psychologist.”
Brendon’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment before they relaxed. “At least you made it.”
“I did, and you can make it too.” Jon said, picking his sandwich back up and taking a deep breath. “There will always be low points, hard times, and trials. If you let them get you down, that’s when you lose.”
On the other side of town Spencer and Alex were pulling up outside of Langley Porter Psychiatric Hospital. Spencer could feel the burning in his chest when he saw the building, chewing his lip in hopes that he wouldn’t get choked up entering the building. The air in the car was different and Alex could feel the instant change as they pulled into the parking lot, though he knew if he brought it up Spencer would be defensive – and that was the last thing he needed right now. They parked and climbed out of the car, heading into the main entrance-way of the building. Spencer’s feet felt heavy, his head was light and his chest ached because he’d abandoned his best friend here. Some friend.
The receptionist looked up at the two men, dressed in their police uniforms, and her features screwed up in worry. “Hello, Officers. Is everything alright?”
“Yes, ma’am. We’re just here on a visit, nothing serious.” Spencer stated. The woman looked relieved almost immediately.
“Oh good, who are you visiting?”
Spencer took a deep breath and replied. “Ryan Ross.”
Author:
localjokeRating: PG to NC-17, this chapter being PG-13.
Pairing: Ryden sprinkled with Joncer, Gabilliam, and a few others.
POV: 3rd person.
Summary: Officer Jon Walker finds his day filled with an interesting interrogation when they save Brendon Urie, a film student at a local school, from jumping off of the Bay Bridge.
Disclaimer: While this story is based something that I've heard actually happened, I do not own the characters what so ever.
Beta: the ever lurking
undertheheroAuthor Notes: Based on a story of a local kid mixed with the Spill Canvas song Natalie Marie and 1cc. This chapter is hot off the press since my loverly beta finished her job early. I'm so proud :'D Lots of crazies in this chapter, you've been warned!
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
The precinct’s ‘food court’, if you’d call it that, had seemed far too busy for this time of day. Everyone and their distant cousin seemed to be grabbing food which made Jon worry – considering he had to get food to the poor kid in the interrogation room. It could take half an hour to get through the line and, by then, Brendon would have died of boredom or starvation, though Jon didn’t care to figure which. As he made his way toward the very back of the line he found himself being grabbed and pulled into a spot. When his shaken mind registered he found Spencer standing there with the tiniest of smirks on his face.
“I secured you a place in line, good lookin’.” He said, gently nudging Jon’s side with his elbow. “It’s what boyfriends do.”
Jon gave Spencer a look, lips parting to speak before a smile caught them instead. It was the first time the younger man had acknowledged that they were, well, technically dating despite the entire precinct knowing the secret.
“You just said boyfriend.”
Spencer’s face turned unreadable behind his sunglasses. “And you’re pushing your luck, Walker.”
Jon chuckled, stealing Spencer’s hand in his own. “So, how are you holding up?”
Spencer sighed and shook his head. His troubled best friend was not a topic he wanted to talk about with his boyfriend, but he knew he had to explain to his colleague eventually. “Not great. All I can remember is…”
“Ah. You’re worried.”
Spencer glared, Jon could tell by the way his brows furrowed above his sunglasses that he was glaring. “I’m not worried about this kid. I just don’t want to deal with this story again.”
“He’s a good kid, as your best friend still is.” Jon spoke softly, worried he might piss his boyfriend off by talking about something so deep to him. “How long since you’ve paid him a visit?”
“Half a year.”
“You should go see him. Then come back and deal with this crap.” Jon reached past Spencer to grab two sandwiches from the display, shrugging a shoulder. “We need you here with a clear head.”
Spencer shrugged.
The rest of the line was long and silent, the two of them off in their own thoughts until they reached the register where, as always, Jon made sure he paid for everything they’d ordered. Spencer liked that he was kind-hearted, but sometimes he was a little too soft for his job – the perfect good cop. Once Spencer’s coffee was in hand and Jon’s sandwiches were bagged they separated, reluctantly.
“Think about it, Spence.” Jon said, giving his boyfriend’s bicep a gentle squeeze. “It might be good for you.”
“I will.” Spencer offered, kissing his boyfriend’s cheek. “And, if you’re feeding him, we’re not bringing him home. The last thing we need is another stray.” He added with a laugh.
Jon made his way back to the interrogation room as Spencer branched back to his desk where Alex stood, waiting for him. That feeling of dread settled in his stomach as he neared his partner, lifting his coffee to his lips to look busy though his partner’s face was troubled.
“I told Victoria so she didn’t mark you up.” Alex admitted as soon as the other man was in hearing range. “I’m sorry, but you know how intimidating she is.”
Spencer shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”
Alex’s face went from troubled to confused so quickly it almost scared Spencer. “Don’t…worry?”
Spencer looked around his desk for his car keys, snatching them up and nodding toward the door. “Let’s go for a ride. We’ll say it was for information.”
Jon returned to his post to find Victoria standing there, off to one side with her arms crossed, watching Brendon like a hawk. The look on her face was a mix of anger, disapproval and worry all mixed together – though her facial expressions were limited on the job. Jon slipped back into his chair, pulling out a sandwich and offering it to the, now frightened, young man on the other side of the table. Victoria would probably have a talk with him about it later, but Jon didn’t care about what she had to say as long as Brendon was healthy and well. In fact, Jon had grown rather fond of Brendon in a fatherly sort of way, he was a good kid who seemed like he needed someone at the moment.
“Thanks.” Brendon said, seeming uncomfortable with Victoria’s presence. He picked up the sandwich and took tiny pieces off, eyes constantly trailing off in the direction of Victoria like a child afraid of the school bully sitting at their table.
“This is Lieutenant Asher. I promise you she’s not here to worry you.” Jon stated, eyes darting to Victoria with furrowed brows. “She was only in here to make sure you were alright, but now she has to go talk to Andy.”
Victoria scoffed, shaking her head at Jon’s move before silently making her way out of the room – heading back into the room on the other side of the glass to observe some more, leaving Jon and Brendon in silence again.
“Alright.” Jon said, unwrapping his sandwich and taking a bite, making sure he chewed and swallowed before trying to speak again. “So, were you kicked out of school or did you drop out?”
Brendon looked up at Jon, then back down to his sandwich. “I was kicked out for poor grades. Now I’m living with a friend.”
“Who’s the friend?” He asked, trying to make polite conversation as they ate. “Is it someone you know well?”
Brendon nodded. “Shane.”
“Ah.”
“He’s a great friend who’s helped me through so much. That’s why I was defensive earlier, he’s all I have.” Brendon said softly.
“No parents?”
Brendon shook his head. “Disowned me when they found out I liked guys.”
Jon paused for a moment, putting down his sandwich. “Parents can sometimes forget their child is their genes and use their flaws against them. I know how you feel on that one.”
“You were…disowned?” Brendon asked, eyes focused on Jon with the first calm face he’d seen across the young man’s features all day. “For being gay?”
“Not for being gay,” He said, “For not wanting to be an athlete like my father wanted. I wanted to be a therapist and my dad shipped me off to California and told me to pay for college myself. Here I stand, a Police Psychologist.”
Brendon’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment before they relaxed. “At least you made it.”
“I did, and you can make it too.” Jon said, picking his sandwich back up and taking a deep breath. “There will always be low points, hard times, and trials. If you let them get you down, that’s when you lose.”
On the other side of town Spencer and Alex were pulling up outside of Langley Porter Psychiatric Hospital. Spencer could feel the burning in his chest when he saw the building, chewing his lip in hopes that he wouldn’t get choked up entering the building. The air in the car was different and Alex could feel the instant change as they pulled into the parking lot, though he knew if he brought it up Spencer would be defensive – and that was the last thing he needed right now. They parked and climbed out of the car, heading into the main entrance-way of the building. Spencer’s feet felt heavy, his head was light and his chest ached because he’d abandoned his best friend here. Some friend.
The receptionist looked up at the two men, dressed in their police uniforms, and her features screwed up in worry. “Hello, Officers. Is everything alright?”
“Yes, ma’am. We’re just here on a visit, nothing serious.” Spencer stated. The woman looked relieved almost immediately.
“Oh good, who are you visiting?”
Spencer took a deep breath and replied. “Ryan Ross.”