Daisy with Thorns

Chapter 5: Right, you're one of them.

Grisha didn't slept well so he tried to wake himself up with coffee. John walked out of the room.
- Good morning
- Morning...
John sighed and made himself coffee too. Grisha was sitting at the table, John sat in front of him.
Grisha slowly looked at him, at his dark, brown eyes. He can't even tell when the iris starts. John looked at him and Grisha looked in his cup. John smiled softly but then took the smile of his face.
- Is everything all right?
- Ha?
Grisha looked at him
- You seem...nervous.
- No I'm...I'm fine.
John was just looking at him, he didn't want to make him talk about anything. Grisha thought for a minute
- No, actually, I'm...
His phone rang. Grisha answered. He silently listened to a voice on the other end.
- Yea, got it...
Grisha ended the call.
- What was it?
We have a witness, one of the victim's friends. So now we should drive to her house and ask some questions.
Grisha walked into his bedroom to change.
- Why "we"?
Grisha stopped at the door and looked at John
- Because I know you wouldn't be able to resist my charizma and will go with me
Detective winked at him and closed the door. John smiled and rolled his eyes.

Both headed toward the car, Grisha got a phone call again. He turned on the speaker on the phone so John could hear.
- Yes?
- I forgot to notify you, the witness doesn't speak russian at all, she's like an exchange student or something...
- Well, that's a prob...
- Not a problem
John interrupted him.
Grisha looked at the hitman.
- Oh, right, I forgot about you.
- I always forget about you, can't see you from up here.
- What?
- What?
- Can you talk about your personal flaws not in front of me at least? You've been living together for only like 4 days and you already like a couple!
Volodya started speaking, because he was still on the line.
- Hey! We're not...
John just started laughing in the background and Grisha slammed him on the back.

Both were already in withesses apartment.
- Can you speak russian?
- J...Just a little bit...
Because of her strong accent Grisha didn't understood shit and just leaned towards John.
- What did she just say?
John rolled his eyes.
- Just give me the notes, I'll do it myself.
John walked towards her.
- I'm sorry about that...I'll ask you some questions, please try to answer most of them
The witness nodded and they started talking. Well, the witness talked most of the time, John just wrote things down and sometimes asked questions. Grisha was just...mesmerized.
"It's weird but...I never heard him talking so confident, clean, with his normal accent. His voice even changed a bit as he changed languages..."
Grisha didn't know what they were talking about, but well he didn't even listen, he was just looking at John.

They came back to the department. Grisha was sitting by the table in the empty office and looking through the notes.
- And what we have? Nothing!
John sighed
- Only the fact that he was 20-25 years old...I didn't think that people so young do this kind of shit...
- They do, we get a lot of young killers lately...It's good on the one hand...they're just physically more mature but...on the other, they don't even know what they signed up for...
- Look who's talking...judging by your criminal record you started working for some gang when you were in middle school.
John laughed softly. But then silence, Grisha was flipping notes while John was just looking at him. Grisha looked at the hitman.
- What?
- You look mature when you so concentrated on something...
- Hey! So you're telling me that I'm immature?!
Grisha got his notes and hit John on the head with them. John laughed. Grisha sighed.
- Have you ever thought, why?
- What do you mean?
- Well, most killers have a normal family you know...like a mother is a housewife, father has a business something typical like that. What had to go wrong, so that your kid would just decide one day to kill people for a living?
John kind of zoned out, he didn't answer, thinking about something.
- John?
Grisha called him out.
John came back to the real world.
- I'm...It's just reminded me...of something.
John rubbed his neck and looked to the side. Grisha sighed and went back to the notes, he lost hope of getting an answer from him.
- Sometimes the problem is not in the family...
Grisha looked at him
- It's in the world around the person. Bad relationship with peers, stuff like that. Some people just come to us because they think that's cool, and then die instantly. Some come because they're angry at the world, and It may have nothing to do with persons family.
- How you know this stuff? You're not a psychologist...at least I think so.
- Guess...
Grisha thought for a minute
- Yea, right...you're one of them.
- Exactly.
Grisha sighed, he sometimes forgets about it for some reason.
" I always thought about justice, and started working in the police field because of that. And now here I am having a normal positive conversation with a person that kills people for a living, and I can't even do anything about it! I can't put him in jail! I thought that I was doing a good job, finding bad guys and making the world a better place, but suddenly I find out about the new world, somewhere underneath, where the most deviance things happen, and I can't do anything about this world! At least just because I now sit in front of the person from that world, and starting to have some feelings for him... I can't put him in jail, not because I don't have a right to do so, but because...I don't want to hurt him."
- And...which of these psychological problems you have?
- I...none of your business
But these feelings might not be mutual...
John just suddenly put a wall between him and his colleague. Grisha sighed, when he figured out that he just lost an opportunity to find out more about John. It was quiet in the room, the only thing they could hear are conversations in the hallway, sound of paper scratching on one another.
- How much time can all this take?
John asked suddenly.
- If you don't want to wait for me you can just go...
- I didn't tell you that I'm not going to wait for you. I can go without your permission if I want to...
Grisha got angry a bit
- Depends on the case.
- How long can this one take?
- I don't know...we don't have much information...little evidence...
- I need an answer, not your thoughts.
Grisha looked at John
- From an hour to a whole day.
- I just want to get something to eat at the store if this thing is going to take long
- Just go, I don't want to breathe the same air as you...
John walked to the door.
- Grab you something?
- Whatever you are going to get for yourself, I'm going to have the same.
- Yes, sir.
Grisha looked at him. John walked out of the room. Grisha took the note and threw it at the table.
- Fuck!
He laid his arms on the table and laid his head facing the table.

Night.
Grisha already made John go to the club with him again.
- Grisha, I thought that you already should've figured out that I don't like this type of... places.
- Well shit then drive home!
John looked around and then sighed.
- I'll stay...
- Then stop complaining!
Both walked to the entrance.
- I stayed here because I know you can mess the whole club up.
- Yea, right, not because you have no Idea how to use Google maps on your phone.
- Go fuck yourself...
Grisha laughed and John walked in.

Everything was like always, Grisha is having fun and John just tells people that he doesn't know him. But at some point John noticed him talking with a girl. This girl started giving him a piece of paper with something on it.
John appeared behind Grisha, he took him by the shoulders.
- He's gay.
He said looking at the woman, and then got Grisha by the arm and started walking towards the exit
- What are you doing?
- Saving your relationship...