AGALMATOPHILIA

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"Morning Way!"

The grizzled Officer bears a polite smile as he enters the police station, the receptionist beams and hands him a file.

"Got this this morning, the Joseph case, got some information on that Urie boy too,"

Officer Way nods, opening the file, a mugshot of Brendon is clipped to the side of the documents, a foxy smirk graces his lips as he stares into the camera.

Gerard scans over his sharp features, cut cheekbones in the black and white filter, busted lip and bruising around his eye.

The date indicates this mugshot was a few years old, but the information was still relevant.

Gerard flicks to the next page, a missing persons poster for Tyler is clipped down with the mugshot, a nicer, calmer looking picture of Tyler 's missing persons poster penetrates Gerard's vision.

Officer Way nods as he flickers over the arrest warrants for Brendon once again, swallowing back the lump of depression lodged in his throat.

"Thankyou J, this'll come in handy,"

"No problem, I knew Tyler well, I want him home safe just like the rest of you," the blonde woman sadly smiles, and Gerard adjusts his glasses with the back of his finger.

"I understand Miss Black, have you seen Chris this morning?" Gerard quickly switches topics in order to avoid embarrassing himself in front of his colleague with pathetic waterworks over their missing Joseph boy.

The woman shakes her head, a playful pout on her face.

"Nope, he might not come in today, this case is slightly more overwhelming than we all thought," she sighs a genuine sad sigh, Gerard bobbing his head with agreement, Black supports her head with one hand and stares into the void.

"Hey, Way," the receptionist Jenna pushes the blonde unnatural curls from her face. "If you need more information, I can help you with this,"

The four-eyed officer only gives a thankful smile, denying the offer with the slow swivel of his head.

"Sorry Miss Black, this isn't really something for nonprofessionals, appreciate the offer,"

"Well the offer is always there, I miss that boy coming in here in the afternoons, he'd make my day. My vase has been empty the past couple of days, he would bring me fresh flowers when he finished school," Jenna sighs with a longing stare to the empty glass vase on her desk.

Gerard neglects to inform her that Tyler was only being polite and in fact not flirting, but keeps the secret safe with himself, a half nod indicates his departure and he heads across the lobby.

Jenna smiles, and waves Gerard out of the room, retiring to staring at her vase.

He strolls through the lobby, entering an elevator awaiting him, pushing for the third floor once inside.

As the doors close, Gerard leans back against the railing surrounding three walls excluding the doors.

The mirrored walls serve as a distraction momentarily, Gerard adjusts his glasses and tie, flattens his pig sty of a hairstyle and sighs.

Tyler was like Gerard's child too, though closer in age, he was still older, and had known Tyler for a few years.

The bright and joy filled eighteen year old that was the Joseph boy would ride shotgun in Gerard's patrol vehicle, the pair would converse the entire time.

A bell rings and the doors shoot open, the officer wipes his face and enters his office, immediately drawn to a distressed woman by his brothers desk.

"Calm down love, just relax, and tell me the issue,"

Another officer Way, this one named Mikey, shushes the woman as she bawls into wads of tissues clenched in her hands.

"Hey hey what's happened? Is it Tyler?" Gerard jogs up to the pair, the familiar woman turns and clings to his suit jacket.

"Rardy, you've got to help me," Tyler's mother as he had recognised, desperately pulls the officer forward, Mikey only shakes his head with a confused face.

"Kelly, you need to breathe and let me know what happened-"

"It's Chris," she spits before the blonde officer could reply. "He's missing,"

Gerard feels his body tense, concealing his true emotions behind a stone expression.

"Okay well I'm sure he couldn't have gone far, come into my office and we'll discuss this,"

The evening sky burns the rest of its daylight, Gerard sits upon the hood of patrol car, staring out at the city.

The lookout only a few miles from the town was a place free from smog and noise, a place a lonely officer would sit and reflect on the days events.

Only the slight sound of pen scrawling across a paper pad fills the air, Way closes his eyes.

Best friend and unrelated son both disappear within a week, and now the lonely officer is more abandoned than ever.

A soft breeze blows through his messy bleached locks, sticking the strands up at every angle.

Crisp, sweet air fills his nose, calming his shaken frame.

Urie danced through his mind with razor skates, slicing through his cognitive reasoning.

He wanted to speed right on over to the apartment and question the flamboyant man, but no use that would be at this point so Gerard scrawls his theories.

Unsure as to where his partner would've gone, Gerard draws to one conclusion that his partner had visited the duos complex the night previous, clearly worked up as he fled to his home.

Or so where Gerard had previously thought.

He clambers from atop the parked vehicle and jumps into the drivers side, fingers wrapped tight around the wheel, knuckles pale white.

Cruising through town with his window down, Gerard spots a familiar male figure quickly rushing down an alleyway, so quietly, the officer pulls up on the curb and follows Brendon.

Peering around the corner he watches as the man kicks over a large blue barrel into an open sewer grate, a horrors brown slush spills out and disappears below.

"You done?"

Gerard jumps, pulling back from the corner of the building he hid behind.

The lower, angrier voice rolls from the opposite side of the alleyway.

"Yeah yeah I'm done, we can't let something like this happen again," Brendon stands with hands upon hips, talking to an unknown third party member.

"The kids a handful, he's tricky to teach,"

"Clearly, we wouldn't be here if he wasn't so hard to control,"

Silence, Gerard contemplated wether or not he should approach, as he looks up, he spies a bright red streak, a unnatural red colour.

The red hair raises his hands to cup Brendon's face, the pair sigh, and close the distance.

Gerard shrinks back and makes a beeline for his car, clambering in with a heavy shakey breath.

He needed to investigate this couple,rightly suspicious.

With a quick flick of his finger he pushes those pesky untameable frames back up the bridge of his nose and speeds home, the file of Brendon sitting open on his passenger seat.