Freefall (Jaspar)

Chapter Eleven

"Fuck off."

"Caspar, we need to know what happened."

"Fuck off."

Caspar was lying on his back on Phil's - his- bed, hands tucked under his head as he gazed up at the ceiling. Dan was seated at the foot of the bed, on the mysterious chest Phil kept, while Cam hung back with his arms crossed, leaning against the door frame. Understandably keeping his distance; Caspar's mood wasn't exactly encompassing of strangers who'd been hired to murder his best friend.

"Just tell us, and we'll go, yeah?" Dan tried again, scratching awkwardly at the end of the bed covers.

"Nothing happened," Caspar stated blandly, his expression nothing but pure disinterest. They couldn't force him to say anything, and the evidence had been disposed of. Unless one of them grew telepathic powers, Caspar's secret was safe.

He wasn't really sure why he was keeping the entire incident hidden. Perhaps because it gave him an upper hand, in a way, although he may only be harming the investigation as a whole by withholding vital information.

"We all know that's not true," Dan argued back harshly, getting to his feet. "You need to get a hold of yourself, Caspar. Joe's not here, and whatever game you're playing isn't helping anybody."Throwing one last glare in Caspar's direction, Dan spun on his heel with a huff, leaving the room in a hurry. Cam sighed quietly, exiting shortly after Dan's departure, leaving Caspar alone.

Swinging his legs over the side of the bed, he rose up, running a hand through his hair and fitting it back into place, where it had been flattened by the bed. Reaching for his phone, tucked in his pocket, he considered calling Liam. However, Caspar abandoned the idea as soon as he saw the time, knowing his new friend wouldn't have finished his shift yet, not for a few hours more.

Unsure what to do next, he gripped his phone tighter, surveying the room for any kind of distraction.

His questions were answered as his phone began to vibrate in his hand, although it wasn't a preferred method of diversion from the actual issue at hand, considering any phone call was likely to just bring about more problems than it was worth.

This proved very much true when Caspar actually looked at the phone, instead of over his shoulder at Phil's mismatched collcetion of trinkets. The entire phone was behaving as it might for any other call, minus the lack of any caller identification or phone number, and the fact that the entire screen was looking like a 90s analog tv, grey lines shifting up and down the phone.

His encounter earlier had drained him of any emotion, his capacity for fear already beyond diminished. Ignoring the ever increasing vibrations that threatened to send his hand numb, he began to wander out of the room, down the hall, and into the kitchen, where Cam was preparing a sandwich, and Dan was just idly seated at the benchtop.

"Cas-?" Dan began, but Caspar shook his head, interrupting whatever question Dan had on his mind.

"It's for you," Caspar stated, maintaing the same level of blunt monotone he'd had back in the bedroom, whilst holding the phone out towards Cam.

Cam took the phone wordlessly, raising an eyebrow at the static interference glazing across the screen, but answering the call nonetheless.

"Hello?"

Caspar waited silently, watching as Cam diligently kept his emotions screened, only murmuring the occasional "mm" in understanding.

Barely two minutes later, Cam removed the phone from his ear and hung up.

"So?" Dan inquired, leaning forward on his elbows. Caspar couldn't bring himself to join in on Dan's untethered curiousity, believing he already knew what Cam was going to say.

"It was a warning. Joe's going back the apartment, tonight." 

A/N I know, I know, I know, it's short, real short. It's actually a filler (oh wow couldn't have guessed that one), just leading up to the onslaught of events that's coming up. That's why I'm releasing it just over 12 hours after the last chapter, bc I don't think this really counts as an update. More of a....teaser, as you will.