Under My Protection

Chapter 17

For jfreemaju

I was back in the office when I heard that the killer had turned himself in. His name was Lee. There was no last name on file. I had limped over to the office with the cane I was given. I immediately went to the interrogation room. That smug bastard. I wanted to kill him. What he had done to Mitch....

"So your name is Lee?" I threw the case file on the table. "Care to tell me your last name?" Lee was staring at my cane. He smiled. It was scary how average he looks.

"What's a last name?" The man cocked his head to the side. "I love the new look Scott."

"It's Agent Hoying to you."

"Tell me. Have you seen Mitch? I wanted to pay for his services." I was trying to get my anger to stay down. "Bet I could have got better from the kid." I punched Lee in the face.

"Don't fucking talk about them! You have no right!" I punched him again. Some other agents had to drag me out of the room. "I'm fine." Chris was standing at the two way mirror.

"I'm going in and I want Scott to come with me." I went in with my friend. I sat at the table while he stood.

"They let you back in. They must not care if I die."

"You'll be dying soon enough." Chris growled.

"He doesn't know what you did Scotty boy." I narrowed my eyes at the man in front of me. I wanted to kill him. I wanted to feel his neck snap under the power of my hands. I hated him with a mount of fury. "Mitchie. Oh and that poor little boy. David-"

"Don't say his name." I was the one who spoke. "Don't say either of their names. You're going away for a long time. You won't see the light of day."

"Do you know why I turned myself in?"

"No." He leaned forward, the handcuffs clinking on the metal table.

"You were the first people that got away. I can't live with that. I was going to slit his pretty throat. I was going to make the kid drink his dad's blood. But I made a mistake. I thought the kid was stupid. So I left him. Pity. I would have got off at the sight of that crimson liquid passing those tiny lips."

"You're a sick son of a bitch." I glanced as Chris. He hadn't said a word since we got in here. That one sentence was all I got. "Why do you kill people?"

"It's fun."

"Why did you rape those people?" Lee's eyes drifted up to meet mine.

"You mean why did I rape Mitch?" Chris slammed his fist on the table. I jumped slightly.

"That's my husband your talking about."

"The agency pump. He's a whore." My jaw tensed. "He got on his knees for me."

"You threatened the life of his son!" I found myself beginning to lose control. Lee was staying cool. He was smiling.

"Play the tape." He had an evil smile on his lips. We left the room and went into the evidence. Mitch was waiting there for us. He ran up to Chris.

"Please don't watch it. Please I'm begging you." The tape began playing and I covered my mouth when I saw what was on the screen. Chris pushed pass Mitch. It was Mitch and I on screen. It was one of the nights that we were together. He recorded us having sex. I glanced over at Mitch. He was trying not to cry. He was staring at his husband who was watching until we finished. "Chris-" Mitch had his hands slapped away.

"When were you going to tell me this?"

"Never because it didn't mean anything." Chris picked up the remote and kept rewinding to the part where we were saying I love you to each other. "Chris I-" He bumped into Mitch's shoulder as he left.

"Mitch-"

"Don't touch me." Mitch took a step back from me. "I didn't want to hurt him twice. He wasn't suppose to know about us." I grabbed his hands in mine.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know what was on the tape. I wasn't going to tell him. He's my best friend. You both didn't deserve this after what you've been through." My hand brushed against his cheek. "There's no way that I'm going to see him again, is there?"

"No." He left without another word. I went back to interrogation for awhile. Lee was going away for a long time. To his death with Mitch's testimony. When I came out, Mitch and Chris were arguing in one of the offices. I limped back to my desk to find David sitting in my desk chair. I set the cane down.

"Hey buddy. What are you doing?" I set the case file on the desk and began typing on the computer.

"You lied to me." I paused.

"What?"

"You said if you fell in love with my daddy that you would marry him. You broke our promise." I was standing up, the tears threatening to spill from my eyes.

"Da-"

"David." The little boy ran to his dad. Mitch was looking at me with his son hugging his legs.

"Mitch please. Let's talk."

"I don't want you anywhere near my son or me." I blinked and the tears finally dragged down my cheeks. "Just forget about us Scott."

"I can't." I admitted. My voice cracked. "I spent more than a year with you. With David. I love you guys. I love you Mitch."

"Don't. Fucking don't."

"Then tell me you don't care about me."

"I don't care about y-you." He had to force the words out, stuttering halfway through. "Don't look. Don't call. Just don't talk to us. We don't want you in our life Scott so stop." Mitch lifted David to balance on his hip. The little boy was hiding his face in the crook of Mitch's neck. He didn't even look up at me. "Goodbye."

"Mitch...." My hand went to grab Mitch's arm and he yanked himself away.

"Goodbye Scott." My hand was outstretched into thin air where he use to be. He left in a hurry.

"So we both lose him." I turned to Chris as he dumped a packet of papers on his desk.

"Are those...."

"Divorce papers." He sighed, sitting down at his desk and letting his face fall in his hands. "I thought he was leaving me for you. Did you really like him?"

"I do really love him. But he doesn't want to be with an agent. That's why he won't be with any of us." I wiped the tears from my eyes.

If only Mitch knew that I was getting a desk job.