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the-kittens-of-vol-tron · 2 years ago

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Sorry for the weird format! I accidently posted it before I was ready so I had to delete it :(

So this took forever bc I wanted to do it justice

TW: Discussion of murder, crime scenes, blood, minor character death

Won’t be too graphic but still

I used a random name generator for the victims!!!

This was beta read by the lovely @themerrygothic <3

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Keith ducked under the yellow caution tape, pulling his jacket a bit tighter around him. “What’s the situation?” he asked as Hunk moved to greet him.

Hunk flipped his notebook open.” One dead, male, roughly age 37. Looks as if he was shot in the head. Enter through the front of the skull and out the back. One shot.”

They made their way toward the crime scene, “any witness?”

“A couple heard the shot but no one saw the actual murder.”

Keith nodded, “does our John Doe have a name?” He stopped a couple of feet away from the body, being mindful of the cones marking evidence.

“Kurt Dola, which he was known for-”

“Kidnapping.”

Hunk nodded, “yeah.”

Keith took a deep breath, letting the frigid air burn his lungs slightly. This was the third murder in 3 months. The third person to be killed that had a violent criminal background that the law couldn’t get their hands on.

“Detectives!” Their attention snapped towards Matt, their forensic photographer, as he waved them over.

“What did you find?” Keith questioned, taking a couple of steps toward his colleague.

Matt pointed towards the ground, a cone yet to be placed by it.

“Another one?!” Hunk said.

Keith kneeled to the ground, staring at a blue bullet with a crimson red on it.

They were officially dealing with a serial killer.

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“Wake up!” Lance snapped his fingers in front of Keith, causing the other boy to blink out of his daze.

“I’m awake,” he snapped back, his anger dissipating as Lance placed a cup of coffee in front of him.

“You sure? What time did you come home last night?” Lance adjusted his shirt, buttoning his cuffs around his wrist.

“I don’t know, like 4 am.” Keith took a sip of his coffee, closing his eyes at the taste.

Lance scoffed, “then why are you going into the office at 9 am?”

Keith looked at his roommate, “it’s my job.”

“Okay but your brother, you know, the chief, wouldn’t care if you were a little late. Especially when you’re being called in super late at night.”

“Yeah, but,” he looked at the black liquid in his mug. He technically wasn’t supposed to tell anyone about the case, or the very recent development. But Lance was his best friend, maybe more than a friend. They had been friends since middle school; he told him everything.

“We’re officially dealing with a serial killer.”

“What?! How do you know?”

Keith sighed. He was tired. When was the last time he got a proper night's sleep? Not since the first murder all those months back, the murder that still wasn’t solved. And now he had two more to solve on top of it; all by the same person. Or at least that’s what it looked like.

“The three victims all have a history of crimes. People we,” meaning the police department, “have been trying to catch but haven’t been able to.”

“Could be a coincidence.” Lance shrugged, making his own cup of coffee in his to-go mug.

“Yeah...but each victim was killed the same way. Shot through the head, entering from the front and a blue bullet.”

“A blue bullet? Don’t see that in the movies.” He placed the lid on his cup.

Keith released a dry chuckle, “no you don’t.”

“Well,” Lance leaned against their kitchen counter, “that seems like a lot. I thought the first two would stay just unsolved, not progress to this.”

Keith nodded.

Lance looked down at his wristwatch, “I do have to get to work. Don’t want to keep Allura waiting,” he grabbed his bag and placed a hand on Keith’s shoulder, “don’t work yourself into the ground. Take a day off if you need.” He pressed a small kiss to Keith’s forehead, “and I won’t tell anyone about the case. See you later, Red!” He left the apartment, leaving a still silence.

Keith touched his forehead gently, where Lance kissed him. He said they were friends but in reality, anyone would say they were dating. They lived together, shared bills, and shared a bed. Sometimes a pet name would slip out. Lance didn’t shy away from planting kisses on his skin, either.

Keith sighed and stood from where he sat at the kitchen bar. Neither of them liked labels so for now, they were just friends.

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“Detective Kogane! Why are you here?” Matt asked as soon as he walked through the door.

“Am I not supposed to be?” He slumped down at his desk, wishing he asked Lance to make him one more cup of coffee before he left.

“Well...Shay said Hunk would be in late since he got home so late.”

Keith shrugged, “he’s got a family to take care of. I don’t.”

“You have Lance.”

“And he’s at work. I wasn’t going to spend the day sitting at home all by myself.”

Matt opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by his younger sibling. “Keith, good thing you’re here. I finished analyzing your victim.” They placed a cream color folder down on his desk.

Keith opened the folder, quickly scanning their findings. “Same as the other two?”

Pidge nodded, “no poison, no other injuries, just a gunshot to the head.”

“Always facing their victim.”

"Precisely.”

He closed the folder, leaning back in his chair and propping his head in his left hand. “Thank you.”

Pidge nodded, “we can catch them, Keith.”

He nodded, “just a game of cat and mouse.”

---

“Lance! This is beautiful!” Allura clasped her hands in front of herself in awe.

“Thank you,” he stepped back and looked at the dress he had spent the last month working on. “Do you think our client will like it?”

Allura nodded her head, taking a step forward to gently touch the shimmery fabric. “You really outdid yourself.”

Lance felt himself blush at the compliment. “Aw you flatter me, princess.”

She chuckled, “for real. And you finished it with time to spare. Very impressive, oh I can’t wait to show Lotor and Romelle.”

Lance grinned, stifling a yawn with his hand. “Sorry.”

��Didn’t get much sleep last night?” Allura questioned, giving him a knowing look.

Lance shrugged his shoulders, “Keith was out all night, you know I can’t sleep when he’s out.” It wasn’t too much of a lie. He cared deeply for Keith, he was hesitant to call it love but it probably was.

He couldn’t sleep the same night he committed a murder. It had been like that since the first killing.

The first night he killed someone Keith didn’t get called out right away. The body wasn’t found until the next morning. So Lance was able to lay in bed all night, Keith tangled in his arms. Enjoying the silence of the night despite his inability to sleep.

The second victim, Keith was called right away; only an hour since Lance had come home. He usually came home from work before Keith, and his murders were clean. He didn’t have much in terms of cleaning; just hiding his things.

Last night, Lance was just walking up the stairs to their apartment; he was stupid to fire his gun around so many people. He knew no one saw him, or if they did there were no details they could give. He needed to make sure the next victim was found later.

Allura gave him a sympathetic smile, “you care about him, don’t you?”

Lance nodded, keeping his attention on the dress in front of him. “Let’s go show the others.”

---

“What do we want to call them?” Adam asked, leaning against the wall of Shiro’s office.

“Blue seems to be his color,” Shiro said, his eyes looking over the collection of evidence he requested.

“We could just call him ‘Blue,’” Keith suggested.

Adam bobbed his head slightly, “simple.”

Shiro sighed, clearly feeling overwhelmed. Nobody wanted this situation. They were hesitant at the second murder but they hoped it wouldn’t turn into this.

“Do we have anything on the killer?”

Adam and Keith shook their heads, “nothing. No one has actually seen the killer. Just finding the bodies or most recently, hearing the shots.”

“Damn it,” Shiro sunk into his chair, rubbing his eyes. “I want every available detective on this case.” He paused, rubbing his fingers together, “I want this person caught before they kill again.”

---

Two months had passed since that day, and there were two more murders. Once a month. They still had nothing on the killer: no gender, no name, no height or other characteristics, nothing.

Just blue bullets without serial numbers from an unknown gun.

No fingerprints were ever found, the scene was never altered, and there was never a sign of a struggle; just a dead body with blood.

It was as if this person appeared out of thin air and evaporated.

“Take off your coat and sit on the couch,” Lance said as Keith walked through the front door.

“What?”

Lance looked at him with a soft expression, “I’m giving you a massage.”

Keith chuckled slightly, “no you’re not.”

“Come onnnnn,” Lance whined. “You’ve been working so hard, let me help you relax.”

Keith didn’t respond, just focused on slipping his shoes off. “I’m okay.”

“Keith.”

He stepped into the kitchen, “you’ve been taking care of everything. Cooking, cleaning, laundry. You need to relax.”

Lance rolled his eyes, “I’m not trying to solve an unsolvable case.”

Keith looked at the ground. “It’s my job.”

Lance made a sound of displeasure, “and it’s my job to make fancy designer clothes and,” Lance lifted Keith’s face with his pointer finger. Making him look into his blue eyes. “Take care of you. You haven’t been relaxed in months. It’s not good for your health. And I don’t mind taking care of the house, I just want you to come home and relax. Nothing else.”

Keith nodded, unable to form any proper sentences.

Lance pressed a soft kiss onto his lips, “go sit, I’ll be right out with a glass of wine.”

“Okay.” Keith obeyed and moved to the couch, sliding his jacket off in the process. His mind circled on how blue Lance’s eyes were.

---

“Shit,” Lance pressed his hand to his side, trying to catch the blood that threatened to fall to the ground. He felt an uncomfortable laugh form in his chest. He knew his luck would run out after nine months, one of these guys would eventually have a weapon.

At least the bullet only grazed him.

He slid his gun into his belt behind his back, moving to pick up the bullet that was lodged in the wall behind him. It took some time, but he eventually managed to wiggle it out, placing it in his pocket.

He turned to look at his victim who lay motionless on the ground. Even if his new injury was going to make things difficult, he didn’t regret what he did. He took another criminal off the streets. Another person who found joy in hurting others.

He left the scene quickly, this took longer than needed. He did his best to move without wincing or groaning in pain. He would have to patch himself up when he got home; for once he would be happy if the body was found quickly.

“I’m home,” he opened the apartment door, revealing a flustered Keith.

“Where have you been?” Keith rushed forward, pulling him in for a crushing hug.

Lance bite his inner cheek, trying to ignore how his vision swam with pain. “Traffic.”

Keith held him for a bit longer before pulling back some. He looked Lance over a couple of times. “I heard over the radio that a younger male with tan skin was found dead not even a block from where you work. Shiro told me to stay put while he sent others out to the scene. I was going to leave in a couple of minutes-”

“Hey, hey it’s okay.” Lance cupped his face, trying to calm the other boy. “I’m okay. I’m here.”

Keith leaned into his touch, “okay.”

His phone vibrated on the counter and Keith reluctantly moved away to answer it. “Shiro, he’s home, it wasn’t- what?!” Keith was frozen as he listened to what his brother was saying, “I’m on my way.” He ended the call, his body shaking slightly.

“What happened?”

Keith looked at Lance, seeming to remember he was in the room. “The...the body found. It was done by Blue.”

Lance nodded, “okay.”

“I have to go, it’s my case.”

“I know, I’ll be here all night.”

Keith grunted as he quickly moved to grab his things, coming up behind Lance to hug him one more time. “I’ll be back before you leave for work tomorrow.”

“Okay, be safe.”

As soon as the door clicked close Lance let himself fall on the counter for support. He allowed himself a moment to catch his breath before he dragged himself to the bathroom and fumbled for the first aid kit under the sink.

---

Keith stood outside the door, his eyebrows furrowed in thought. Lance would have texted him if he was running late. They had lived together for over five years and Lance always texted him.

He pressed his hand to his abdomen. Something had dug into him as he hugged Lance goodbye. Something that felt like metal.

---

“We got something!” Pidge bolted towards his desk, ignoring how Adam glared at them for screaming so loud in the morning.

“What did you find?” Keith asked as he rubbed his eyes; he and the rest of the team pulled an all-nighter. This scene was different. A table was knocked over and there was a bullet hole in the wall. No bullet was found, except the signature blue one, but the victim had fought back. It wasn’t as simple and collected as the other crime scenes.

Either Blue was slacking or he ended up taking someone he wasn’t ready for.

“Those drops of blood we found didn’t belong to our victim.”

Hunk, Adam, and Keith collectively made a noise that was a mix of excitement and confusion.

“So that means,” Hunk said, trailing off in thought.

“It could have come from Blue.” Adam finished.

“Run that DNA through every database you can, see if we can get a match.”

“Already on it Keith!” Pidge said as they headed down to their office.

Keith smiled to himself. They finally, after nine months, had a lead.

---

“We found some DNA that didn’t match the victim,” Keith said as he slid into bed next to Lance.

Lance felt his blood go cold. He didn’t leave the scene without a trace this time. “Did you find a match for it?” He kept his eyes trained toward the outfit he was working on, ignoring the dull ache in his side.

“Nothing so far, we’ll see if anything pops up in the morning.” Keith leaned over and planted a small kiss on Lance’s cheek, placing his hand above his waist. Lance sucked in a quick breath, trying to mask in under a chuckle as he pulled away.

“Sorry red, maybe another night. I need to get this design done.”

“Okay...goodnight. Don’t stay up too late.” Keith moved to lie down, rolling onto his side so his back was to the other boy.

Lance hummed in response, his fingers blending the color on the page.

Keith closed his eyes. Lance was hurt. He had found some wrappers in the trashcan that seemed to be quickly covered by other trash, as if Lance was trying to hide them. Lance always told Keith about his injuries, especially if they needed a bandage. He would demand him to kiss every injury no matter how small. So what was Lance doing that he’d get hurt and not tell Keith?

---

It had been a year, a year since the first murder. Except for those couple of drops of blood, they found nothing from their killer. And of course, the blood didn't trace back to anyone in the systems so it was basically a dead end.

It didn’t lower Keith’s suspicion that Lance could be the killer. He hated that he even thought that Lance could be Blue but he couldn’t ignore the evidence that stacked up over the months.

Lance came home late a couple of times there was a murder, never telling Keith he was going to be late but his reason was always the same; traffic. His aversion to being touched right around the time they found the blood from Blue. That metal object that dug into him when he hugged Lance. How he would always ask Keith for details or what the “next move” was.

The color blue.

Keith kept his thoughts to himself. He didn’t even tell Shiro his suspicion; he honestly thought he was crazy. Lance was the kindest person he had ever met, he hated killing bugs for crying out loud. He was gentle, passionate, friendly, and soft. He couldn’t be a killer, let alone a serial killer...could he?

“Jack Huseby.”

Keith blinked, “what?”

“That’s the name of our latest victim. Ring a bell?” Shiro asked as he glanced at the paper.

Keith shook his head no, trying to calm his racing heartbeat. He knew that name. He said that name the other night. Specifically, he said it to Lance.

Jack was under suspicion for abusing children, he had mentioned in passing to Lance. To his understanding, no one in the department had been told about him yet. It was something Kolivan, a higher-up, said over lunch. He was sending the assignment to another precinct after Keith declined due to this never-ending case.

“You okay Keith? You look like you saw a ghost.” Adam waved his hand in front of his face.

“Umm...I need to go home.” He began to grab his things, trying to ignore the shake in his limbs.

“Hang on,” Shiro stopped him, “let me drive you home. You’re shaking too much to operate a vehicle.

Keith didn’t argue, he just needed to get home before Lance did. He wanted to prove that he was actually crazy and Lance was still...Lance. Not some killer.

He found himself throwing the house apart, opening every cabinet and dresser in the apartment. He found nothing. He borderline flipped the couch over, checking under the bed, under the sink, above the shower- he froze. A tile shifted.

He pushed one the tile again, shaking a bit as it easily slid out of its place. He pushed it to the side, standing on his tippy toes to feel in the darkness. His fingers touched something cool, something metal.

No. He wrapped his fingers around the object, pulling it down into the light.

It was a silver gun with blue accents, not a serial number in sight. He slid the magazine out, feeling his knees shake as he looked at the signature blue bullets all lined up.

He nearly fell off the toilet, which he was standing on for height when a small 'tck' sound was created behind him. He twisted around quickly, his eyes falling on Lance who had a neutral expression.

“Oh red, why did you go looking? I told you all you had to do when you were home was relax.”

Keith couldn’t move. He could hardly breathe. His emotions were running around his head, he didn’t know what to say. “Lance.”

Lance smiled at him, taking a step closer, “yeah, Red?”

Keith stepped off the toilet, his back flush against the sink. “Tell me I’m dreaming.”

Lance didn’t say anything, but he didn’t move closer either.

Keith felt tears form in his eyes, “Lan-ce please,” he took a shaky breath. Even if he had his suspicions he never wanted to be right.

“You’re not dreaming.”

“Wh-why are you ho-ome?” Keith managed to blubber out.

“Shiro called me, said you were sick,” another step. “I wanted to come check on you, make sure you weren’t being too curious,” he reached the doorway to the bathroom, “seems I was too late.”

Lance was calm, too calm for someone who was just caught. Unless he didn’t think Keith would tell anyone. Keith felt himself stop breathing. He didn’t expect Keith to escape this. Dead men can’t talk.

“Why? Why did you do this?!”

Lance chuckled slightly, “because you didn’t. Because no one in the precinct could actually catch these people. People who hurt others for fun, for their enjoyment. And if no one could catch them and lock them up, well...I decided to take matters into my own hands.”

Lance leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed. “I only killed people who deserved it, Keith, does that really make me the bad guy?”

Keith didn’t know what to say. He felt bile move up his throat as his body was forced to acknowledge what he was being told.

Lance took another step, reaching out to gently touch Keith’s cheek. “I really don’t want to hurt you.” He looked at him with a soft gaze, a gaze he reserved for nights they spent together.

“But?”

Lance chuckled softly, “but I know you won’t let this go. I know you’ll turn me in and I’ll be locked up while others will be able to roam. Able to still hurt others.”

Keith licked his lips with nerves, trying to figure out how to go about this situation. He somehow was backed into a corner when he thought he had the upper hand.

Lance moved slowly, his touch achingly soft as he allowed his fingers to dance over Keith’s skin.

Keith wanted to lean into the touch, he wanted to sink into Lance’s arms like he did every day. He didn’t want to process any of this.

Lance slipped the gun out of his hands, holding it against Keith’s forehead with a somber look. “I really didn’t want to look you in the eyes but,” he cocked a bullet into the chamber, “shooting from the front is what I’m known for.” Lance used his free hand to tuck a strand of Keith's hair behind his ear. “I love you.” His finger hovered over the trigger. “I have for years.”

“Wait!”

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Ohhhh how did it go?? Did someone else say wait?? Was Lance caught???? Oh the possibilities

Idk who you are but THANK YOU FOR THIS!!!!!

I really hope I did this idea justice I was so happy to write it (in a weird way, I’ve always been obsessed with crime shows)

Thank you for reading <3333