The Storm Comes Before The Rainbow

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"I don't know about you." Brendon tugs on his ripped black jeans. "But I don't trust a single word coming out of his mouth."

"Can we just let the police officer handle his?" Ryan sits on the bed in his bathrobe.

"No!" Brendon pulls on a black shirt. "That police officer is probably gonna help our suspect, if he isn't the suspect!"

"Bren, Pete and Patrick both say Luke is genuine. They're gonna see him tomorrow too. He's really helping them a lot and they haven't gotten a letter in a day...maybe this scared the offender off."

"Step one of LA, never trust anyone." Brendon pulls Ryan up.

"Bren..." Ryan whines.

"I convinced Andy and Joe to search for evidence against Mikey and Frank. That's two people! We only have one. So get your perfect, lazy ass out of bed."

"This is so stupid. Let Luke do his fucking job. We don't need to investigate him!"

"You never know what people are capable of."

"The man who cried at the sight of Patrick? Yep, he totally sent the notes."

Brendon rolls his eyes. He hands all black clothing to Ryan. "Put these on."

"Ew. All black? Can I get some nice color or something?"

"Ry, it's nighttime. We need to dress in black. Absolutely no colors."

"It's so tacky."

"We're not going to London's fashion show!" Brendon rolls his eyes.

"Can we just hire a private investigator or something?"

"No. I am the private investigator." Brendon grins. "Now get dressed, slut!" Brendon teases, throwing a sneaker at the his boyfriend.

~~~

"So we're totally just gonna break into his car?" Andy frowns.

"Yep." Joe tinkers with the lock.

"Isn't the alarm gonna sound?"

"Not the way I learned it."

"You learned this!? From who?"

Joe is silent for a second before the car door pops open.

"Omigod, we are fucking criminals." Andy shakes, panic starting to set it.

Joe stands and wraps his arms around the redhead. "Andy, calm down. This is for Pete and Patrick. Once this is all cleared up, we can have a rehearsal, write some songs about it..."

Andy shakes. "What if we get arrested?"

"We need to do this quick." He grabs the redheads face in his hands. "You've got this. I know you do."

Andy nods slightly. Joe gives Andy a quick peck before unlocking the rest of the car doors. Andy sifts through the glove box. There's several unopened condoms.

"How many condoms does Mikey need?" Andy frowns.

"Maybe they fucked a lot?"

"Ew." Andy throws the condoms down and opens each random paper. "Joe!" He says a little too loud.

"Hush!" Joe mumbles. "What?"

"There's a receipt for heavy duty garbage bags and stain remover."

"That's not enough to lock him up." Joe frown. He snatches the receipt and shoves it in his pocket. "But it's something. Keep looking."

Andy does as he's told. There's another receipt.

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