A New Obsession

Interrogation

The sun streamed hot through a crack in Danny's curtains, causing him to curse and shrink away from the window. What was the point of blackout curtains if the sun still leaked all over him while he was trying to rest? Mumbling grumpily to himself, Danny sat up and tugged the curtain closed more securely. His journal lay open beside him on the mattress, a cutout of Leon glaring up at him. His icy eyes sent a pleasant chill across Danny's shoulders, cooling him off from the obnoxious sun that woke him.

Danny pulled the notebook into his lap and flipped through a few pages while chewing on his knuckle. The ease with which an inanimate picture had cheered him up made Danny wonder what it would be like to wake up to those eyes blinking sleep out of them. He could reach out and wipe some from the corners of Leon's eyes, and earn himself a sluggish smile. His heart warmed at the thought. He would kill for another chance to hold Leon in his arms. Literally. And this time, he would make sure to cherish every precious second of contact.

Sighing, he slammed the book closed and tucked it into its hiding place. He shouldn't be thinking about things like that. Danny had never wanted to wake up next to one of his victims, especially not with them still breathing. His fingers twitched to feel Leon's skin open beneath his blade, and his breathing hitched at the thought of seeing him completely helpless before him. He couldn't hope for soft, cushy, lovey moments like that if he wanted to indulge his overwhelming desire to feel Leon's heart tear itself apart against his knife, or hear his gurgling breaths when his lungs filled with blood. He got goosebumps just thinking about it. Leon's voice would sound amazing seasoned with fear and cooked over his death. His lips would taste phenomenal with blood leaking out between them, he just knew it. It wasn't even the actual flavor that mattered, it was more just bringing every sense he could into the experience of Leon's murder.

The tightness in his boxers at the thought proved well enough to Danny that he couldn't possibly hope for any kind of calm or peaceful moments together, certainly not a relationship. He needed to feel Leon's blood running between his fingers. With renewed determination, Danny got dressed and started a light breakfast. His phone rang with the police summoning him for questioning, just as they had promised. He assured them he'd be there soon, then quickly ate before heading out. As much as he loved visiting the station for easy information, he didn't usually go this often, and he was starting to get nervous about it. But he made sure not to let that affect his confident stride or casual expression.

An officer led him to a room and sat him down with a cup of coffee to wait, and he sipped it gratefully while looking around to watch the goings-on about the office space and subtly search for Leon. Danny felt that he would actually be upset if he saw him working today, after an injury like that. He selfishly wondered if it meant Leon would be staying here longer, since now his body had two wounds to try and manage.

A plump man walked in and eased himself into another chair across the table from Danny with a tired sigh. "Good morning, Danny." He said while setting a notepad and pen on the table.

"Good morning, Brad. You sound tired today. Is your baby still sick?" Danny asked smoothly.

Brad sighed again and nodded. "She's got a sensitive stomach, and it seems like every new thing we try sets her screaming for hours. Mindy is trying to help but," he shrugged and uncapped the pen, "there's only so much we can do, you know?"

Danny nodded empathetically and set his coffee down. "She'll get there. It's good you're figuring these things out for her now, rather than letting her just spend her whole life in pain and not knowing why."

"You're right on that one, Danny." He laughed and cleared his throat. "So let's just start from the beginning. What happened last night?" His tone dropped to a more serious, professional one.