AGALMATOPHILIA

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Chris, practically glued to his seat, doesn't say a word for the entire drive back to the station, Gerard shooting him awkward glances.

"Hey, we'll find him,"

"My son is a gay whore," Chris mumbles out, Gerard trying his best to watch the road and his partner at the same time.

"Hey I mean, that may be so but he's still Tyler right?"

"Greenies, we need to go there," Chris shifts and sits up, clenching the grab handle tightly, knuckles whitening.

"Why would we possibly need to go there?"

"A man with coloured hair, we need to find one, and considering my whore son would frequent the establishment, there should be someone like that there,"

Gerard sighs, making a left instead of the usual right.

"You realise there's going to be a lot of gay men there, and I bet you ninety percent are going to have coloured hair,"

Chris inhales, before relaxing slightly.

"And we can question each and every one of them,"

"Alrighty, you're the boss," Gerard half chuckles.

An hour or so out of the way of their original destination, the partners arrive at the well known night club, although it appeared a bit too early for the place to be filled.

The two officers enter despite the lack of people, only a few men milling around and conversing with eachother. The bartender catches sight of the two, straightening his posture.

He exits from behind the bar and approaches the two lost looking men.

"Evening officers, looking for something?"

Gerard spins around first, the man suit clad, but missing coloured hair, beams at them.

"Yeah, this kid, you seen him before?" Chris flicks the photo at the man, who glances at it before smiling.

"Sure do, why? He in trouble?"

"He's missing, actually," Gerard interjects, Chris nodding firmly.

"Oh shit I'm sorry to hear that! Is there anything you need?"

"We're looking for a suit clad man, coloured hair, that's all we know," Chris replies, idly glancing around the nightclub, after stealing a glance at the name badge upon the bartenders chest.

Roza.

A few poles are lined up along a stage in the middle of the dance floor, loads of sparkling sheets of beads covering the doorways aside from the entrance.

"Well there's a load of those in here! We have a members book with photo ID's if you'd like to take some names?"

Chris's attention is drawn back to the bartender, Gerard watching him.

"Yes, we'll check it out,"

Perched on barstools, the booklet is spread open between them, Gerard writing down the names and numbers of each coloured haired man they came across.

Chris flips through the book, bored, uninterested and slightly put out.

He flips through a few pages before landing on a page with Tyler in it.

His heart sinks, Gerard quickly flipping to the next page, Chris left with an empty pit in his chest.

Gerard places his hand gently upon the other mans arm, giving a sympathetic smile.