Adversity is a Gift (19 days fan fiction) He Tian x Red Head

Chapter Thirty One - Proper Weapon

Qiu was halfway home from dropping the redhead off, when a random thought wedged itself into his brain. The blood soaked clothing the doctor handed to him at the hospital had been carefully placed into evidence bags. Each bag had a written list of items on the front......Qiu swore as he tried to remember everything that was seized. Fuck, fuck, there it was, the niggle which wouldn't shut up. He knew what was missing.

The coat He Tian had worn the day he visited the prison was not amongst the clothing recovered today. That meant the bug, the whole recording, where He Tian spoke with Mr Jian and then called Qiu afterwards, was still hidden inside. The coat was somewhere with something inside which, if found, would smash his case to pieces. Not to mention putting He Cheng and He Tian's lives in grave danger.

He had to get that coat, Qiu had to find that recording, but where could it be? Was it at the office? Was it at Mo Guan Shan's home or was it at He Tian's place? Qiu took out his phone and called Cheng.

"What?" Cheng's voice sounded hollow, dead.

"Do you have a spare keycard for your brother's apartment?" His fist gripped the phone tightly in sympathy.

"What? Why are you asking stupid shit like that Qiu?"

"Because I need to get into his place, where is the key Cheng?" Qiu tried not to sound impatient but it was impossible, he knew this was the last thing Cheng needed right now.

"Ah...try the black jacket hanging on the hook by the door, our....my place."

Qiu heard the ache of loneliness in He Cheng's voice, he was isolated and trying to deal with the fall out from his little brother's attack. The whole situation was hugely aggravated by the presence of Cheng's father. What sort of strings was he pulling to try to move He Tian to Hong Kong? Qiu needed to get his ass to the police station and speak to his Inspector about that. Fucking gangsters weren't taking his witness. Screw that.

"Thanks. Cheng, you are not alone." Qiu's voice softened.

"It doesn't feel like it." He Cheng's hollow laugh sounded harsh down the line.

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Okay, He Tian's place was close to Cheng's, so it was more efficient to swing by there first to look for the coat. If it wasn't there then he could go to the office and then contact the redhead. Qiu shook his head and swore loudly. Yeah, because he didn't have enough shit to do.

1) Find Jian Yi

2) Recover the evidence from He Tian's coat

3) Be there for Cheng whether he liked it or not, stubborn fucking gangster.

4) Oh yeah and stop his case from imploding.

As 'to do' lists went, it was a fucking doozy.

He drove over to Cheng's place and used his own key to open the apartment door. He Cheng kept his home looking tidy, it was always immaculately organised. The main thing which jumped out at him was the rumpled couch. Cheng told him they had dumped the redhead there to recover from his stupidness. The throw cushions were scattered, something his normally obsessive boyfriend would have bitched about. It was blatantly obvious that the two boys had a fight, it would explain why He Tian went back to his old apartment. Back to his Uncle.

"Fuck, shit, fucking stupid...". Qiu swore under his breath as he rifled through Cheng's numerous coats, looking for the key card for He Tian's place. He felt more and more responsible for what had happened to the boy, it was his fucking fault, if he hadn't brought him into this then he could have just whisked him away. Instead He Tian was lying fighting for his life in a hospital bed.