Characters: Ryo, Dee.
Setting: After the manga.
Summary: A young child is missing and there’s a storm rolling in.
Written Using: The tw100 prompt ‘Black’.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Quadruple drabble.
The black sky suited Ryo’s mood, although it was going to make life more difficult for the search parties still out there. He and Dee had been caught up in a tough case, a missing child, five-years-old, possibly abducted, last seen playing with some other kids in one of Central Park’s playgrounds while their mothers gossiped nearby.
He’d been missing for more than ten hours now. The FBI had been called in, canine units were scouring the area where he’d last been seen, and every cop in the city had been on the lookout. Ryo felt like he should still be out there, helping with the search, but he was off duty now; all he could do was sit and wait, hoping the boy would be found safe and well.
There’d been no ransom demand, so if it was an abduction, money wasn’t the motive. That made everything worse. A ransom meant the abductors had a good reason to keep the boy alive, but if he’d been taken for some other, darker reason…
Outside the window, the first heavy drops of rain fell as thunder boomed in the distance. Moments later, lightning flashed overhead, and thunder crashed again, so loud it rattled the windowpane. The heavens opened, rain coming down so hard Ryo could scarcely see the buildings on the other side of the street. Would the search be called off because of the weather conditions?
Dee was slumped on the sofa, looking as grim and strained as Ryo felt. He went to sit beside his lover; he couldn’t see either of them getting any sleep tonight, even though they were supposed to be re-joining the search first thing in the morning. They’d be next to useless if they didn’t get some rest, but cases involving missing kids were always the hardest to cope with.
They were still sitting there an hour or so later, lost in their own gloomy thoughts, as the storm passed away into the distance. When the phone went off, they both jumped.
“Laytner.” His shoulders relaxed. “Thank God for that.” Hanging up, he turned to his partner. “Kid wasn’t abducted; he’s been found. Seems he was chasing a squirrel and got lost. He’s cold, wet, and scared, and he has a sprained ankle, but he’ll be fine.”
Ryo gave a heartfelt sigh of relief.
Outside the window, a rainbow lit up the sky.