Author: This is an rp that me and my best friend are doing. It's an idea that I had been playing with for awhile. There are some traces of NCIS in here, and if you can find 'em, bonus points!
Warnings: Surprsingly, my main characters aren't a yaoi or yuri pairing. But there is yaoi in here, so be warned of future explicit content. Blood, gore, rape, BDSM, slavery. Swearing of course.
Please review at the end! I enjoy reading all of your coments!
Office of Mecha Investigations
The gray concrete was steadfast underfoot, allowing Grove's military-grade leather boots to release a satisfying thud with every urgent footfall. His black trenchcoat flickered in the breeze like a tendril of smoke, whipping wildly about his muscled physique due not only in part to the turbulent weather, but the speed at which Grove was walking. He was, for the most part, traveling against the grain. A sea of other pedestrians closed in around the blonde haired man, but no person did so much as step within two feet of his designated path, despite the fact that NDC was blatantly overpopulated and everyone was walking in the opposite direction. Grove raised his right arm, pushing back the sleeve of his overcoat to steal a glimpse at his wristwatch. 10:53...he was eight minutes late, and counting. The OMI Skyscraper was close on the horizon, but Grove had to sprint and shove past innocent passerbys to make it through the rotating glass door that opened into the lobby before the clock struck 11. High-powered automobiles screamed past him in silver blurs, too fast to identify unless you were traveling at a similar speed. They caused ripples in the air, spitting up sweet-smelling fumes that abruptly vanished as, exhaling sharply, Grove broke through the humming atmosphere of the street by passing through the building's threshold. The noise of the street was replaced by classical jazz, and the air was filled with potpourri rather than the typical smog of carbon emmissions.
The inside of the building came off as intially very nice. An ornate fountain bubbled in the center of the main floor, casting sparkling shrads of light high into the air. The floor was carpeted with lush red close weave, letting Grove sink into it a least an inch. The offices of the employess at OMI could be seen cloistered around the upper floors, the light chatter of people falling upon Grove's ears. A secretary sitting at a smooth hardwood mahogany desk looked up from her computer, staring at Grove quizically. She had her nut brown hair pulled back into a bun, to allow her headset to rest effortlessly on her head. "Welcome the the Office of Mecha Investigations. Do you have an appointment?" she chirped, standing up. There was at least a foot of bullet resistent glass between her and Grove. Several people passing by didn't bother to look at Grove, who looked so out of place compared to them.
Grove suddenly became painfully aware that he was tragically under-dressed. The facility was awash with suited businessmen, whose ties were drawn up so tight that Grove was sure they were seconds away from asphyxiation. He could practically feel their respective gazes burrowing under his skin...scrutinizing him from his outwardly appearance to the very depth of his core. Those who ignored his presence entirely Grove found to be even more rude. He cleared his throat, lifting his hands to smooth down the very hair that he had so meticulously spiked the morning before. For once he was thankful that his trench coat concealed his tattoo. Grove approached the desk, trying to hold up his chest in a refined manner as he addressed the secretary. "Yes, my name is Grove Maximus. I had an interview scheduled in the Criminal Investigations Department, though I'm afraid I'm about 20 minutes late." He quietly explained, the softness of his voice betraying his punk appearance and the chill generated by his gray eyes.
The secretary tapped at her computer, and smiled at Grove. "Ah, no problem sir. I'll just have someone escort you down to the interview." he brunette secretary rose a hand to the side of her headset. "Requesting two senior officers to escort a Grove Maximus to Interrogations." the secretary said sweetly, beaming up at Grove. She looked so innocent and sweet. Hardly a minute later, an elevator's door grills slid back into the gilded walls to reveal two tall men. They towered at least two heads above Grove himself. They were dressed in sharp black suits, with dark shades resting on the bridge of their noses. They looked more like bouncers to a high end club than OMI. They took positions on either side of Grove, and directed him towards the elevator they had stepped out of. "It's been quite awhile since we've had fresh meat." on man grumbled, staring down at Grove with hard black eyes.
Grove glanced up at the two suited employees with what appeared to be disinterest, though really it was just a defensive front that he had used so frequently that it had become reflex. The blonde curled his upper lip into a partial snarl, slipping in between the two muscle-heads so he would be the first to enter the elevator. "Really now? Somehow that doesn't come as a surprise, considering the friendliness of the welcoming party..." Grove muttered beneath his breath. He shoved his hands into the deep pockets of his trenchcoat, obediently stepping into the closed chamber that would bring him to the lover levels of the OMI skyscraper. He did fear being in a confined space with the two bouncers, despite the fact that his eyes were so cold.
The elevator ride was silent, except for the faint sound of jazz filtering through the hidden speakers. The guards communicated in some silent manner. There was a ding as the doors opened, revealing a gray and lifeless corridor. Doors lined either side, polished until they shined with a cold gleam. "This way recruit." the guard directed, wheeling Grove into the closest door. The inside was small, decorated only with a long rectangular table, two steel bolted chairs, and what appeared to be a mirror on the far wall. The room was empty...except for one thick manilla folder on the center of the table.
Grove hesitated, though it was only momentary, before he took a seat in the stiff chair across fron the desk. Even though there was nothing especially expensive or confidential in sight, the two muscled employees refused to leave or even offer up any explanation for their continued watch over Grove. The men positioned themselves at either of the blonde's shoulders, standing so close to him that Grove could practically hear their coattails fluttering just inches from his ears. The young man refused to allow his body to stiffen, however, in fear that any display of anxiety would be held against him. These people were trained to weed out the fearful, because fear meant guilt and guilt meant crime. Grove placed his palms on his knees and focused his gaze on the door at the other end of the room
The door reopened softly, and closed just so. A man with a salt and pepper mustache and a head of graying hair walked into the room. His face was sternly set, and his suit clearly said that he never messed around. The older man sat down across from Grove and silently opened the folder. "Grove Maximus...a new OMI recruit who is interested in Criminal Investigations." the man flicked his gaze up to observe the blond's face. "So tell me Grove...why did you decide to join OMI?" the man asked, his gaze searing into Grove's face.
Grove stared back at the interviewer, unwavering but perhaps not with the same amount of intensity. He ran his fingertips against the fabric of his jeans, which were stained black to go along with the current fashionable trend of monochromancy. "Well sir, I was once enlisted in the military, as I'm sure you're aware. I was an acting interrogator and front linesman. I thought my experience there would translate well into a field of criminal investigation." Grove calmly explained. He didn't want to admit the obvious...that he was alone in a new city, young, and out of a job. Desperation wasn't a trait he wanted to convey.
The man leaned back in his chair, interlacing his fingers and resting them atop the table. "Hmmm...your records state that on the front line, you refused to take part in a crucial interrogation. One of your many black marks. We at the OMI do not tolerate refusal to follow rules at all. Your performance near the end of your military career suggests a rebellious like attitude." the man cleared his throat. "If faced with the choice between saving your teammate or preserving the credibility of evidence, which would you choose?" the man asked intently.
Grove visibly stiffened, though he was quick to smooth the rigidness from his posture before it became too noticable He had only refused to interrogate that subject because the methods he was asked to use were terribly inhumane. Grove was about to mention that he had substantial evidence that the suspect they had asked him to question was actually innocent, but the interviewer posed another question before he had the chance. Already on edge, Grove found that his lips were already moving before he had the sense to stop them. "I'd always save my partner. There could always be more evidence, there is only one of them." He objected.
The man narrowed his eyes. "Still have that Army mentality. Though camradierie is certainly valued...I would think more carefully about how you would act next time." the man said. He shuffled through the papers, and looked to be on the verge of asking anoher question, when someone opened the door. A woman's head appeared in the doorway. She had a full head of long, brilliant red hair, and was smiling deceptivly sweet. "Chief, may I talk to you quickly?" the woman asked, to which the gray haired man only sighed. he stood up, and closed he door behind him. There was a light snickeer from one of the buff men. Almost immediately after, raised voices could be heard outside the room. "HE LOOKS LIKE A PUNK!" the womans surprisingly gravely voice shouted.
Grove was visibly crestfallen, a dark flush blazing across his cheeks as evidence of his embarassment. Shame quickly turned to anger, and the blonde promptly came to the conclusion that he didn't have to sit in that uncomfortable chair and suffer their ridicule for a minute longer. Grove pushed up from the arm rests, but before he could shove away from the chair, the two muscled body gaurds reached over and pressed their broad palms against the shoulder closest to them. Grove was presented with the choice to sit or have his spine compressed down like an accordian, the latter clearly being the least desireable. So Grove sat, though his expression was bitter.
"Just sit tight." one guard rumbled, a small and brief smile making it's way to his tight lipped mouth. More arguing, raised voices were heard, but they died down only a minute after the womans outburst. The grey haired man strolled back into the room, sighing deeply. "Excuse the interruption." he mumbled, his mustache twitching in minute irritation. He folded his hands once again. "So, Grove....have you had a physical examination since you applied?" the man asked, staring at Grove. he seemed completely serious, and the two bodyguards sniggered to themselves.
Grove hesitated, glancing up at the suited man to his right in search of clarification. By the way the bald-headed buffoon was grinning, Grove assumed that he had heard his interviewer correctly. The blonde cleared his throat quietly, returning his gaze to the face of the mustachioed gentleman. "I only just got here, sir, so I have not." Grove bluntly stated. He had gotten the impression that his interviewer wasn't even remotely impressed with his resume, so it didn't make any sense as to why the man would want to examine him any further. Either he was a master at putting up a false front or the guy just wanted to see how much mockery Grove could endure before he gave up and returned home.
"Dom, Nick, please escort Mr.Grove Maximus to Dr.Hedvika in Autopsy. She should be free at the moment." the mustached man said, dismissing the three with a wave of his hand. The two buff guards grabbed Grove by his arms and lifted him up out of his seat with ease. "You're going to love the Doctor." one thick headed guard said, grinning as he pulled the blonde from the interrogation room.
"I'm sure I will..." Grove muttered beneath his breath. He was once again forced into the claustrophobic elevator to be pinned hopelessly between the two hulking goons for the entire duration of their descent. Grove watched as the elevator's display counted down from Floor 23 to Floor 1, the metal tube they were trapped in dipping further into the depths of the earth than Grove would've ever anticipated. The chamber finally came to a shuddering stop at Floor 5, its components groaning so ominously that Grove was almost certain that the cord would snap and send them tumbling down the elevator shaft into oblivion. Thankfully the doors opened without a hitch, and the blonde was shoved uncerimoniously into the bleached atmosphere of the medical wing. His boots squeaked on the linoleum, too loud for Grove's liking. So much for a descreet entrance.
The halls glowed faintly white, illuminated by bright luminescent lights above. Cold, steel gurneys lined the hallways, leading up to the set of double doors at the end of the hallway. The guards pushed Grove towards them, edging him closer and closer to the intimidating entrance. Voices could be heard from inside, soft at first, but quickly escalating into rowdy laughter.
Grove tried to slow his walk, attempting to buy himself some time before he had to face another inspection. The bouncers wouldn't allow Grove to gather himself, however, because they jostled him from behind like an obnoxious tailgater. The blonde was forced through two chrome doors into yet another sterilized room, one that happened to contain the source of the laughter. A middle-aged woman was seated at a metal table, one that had once been used for operations but had since been transformed into an office desk. The woman was dressed in garb typical for a doctor...navy scrubs, a white lab coat, and a stethoscope was draped around her neck. Her hair, although completely white, was thick and trailed down her neck in a tight braid. Black spectacles rested on the ridge of her nose, which sharply defined her angular face. The doctor's features gave the impression that she was once a very youthful, gorgeous woman, and although she was attractive, some of that beauty had been lost by time. The woman swiveled around in her desk chair to lay her wise green eyes upon Grove, the smile that was already present on her face growing even broader. "Vell vell! Vat have ve here? Someone has brought me another young man for company." She exclaimed in a voice that was thick with an accent Grove struggled to identify.
A head popped from behind a screen, revealing a shaggy head of dark brown hair and a speckled face. Bright green eyes looked at Grove quizically. "Hey! It's Mercy's new partner!" the young man said, stepping out from behind the screen. He wore scrubs as well, though they looked baggy on his scrawny frame. He snapped his finger, trying to think of something. "Grove! Grove Maximus!" the boy said with a bright smile. The two bodyguards snickered once again, pushing Grove towards the doctor.
Grove stared at the shaggy-haired individual, almost shocked by his blatant normalcy. He seemed like the only sane person in the entire facility, and instead of being able to cling to him like a piece of driftwood in a churning sea, Grove was shoved further into the chaos. "P-p-partner? I didn't even know I had been hired yet." Grove blubbered helplessly. The female doctor rose to her feet, scurrying over to her latest victim with an obvious eagerness. She had looked rather attractive with her glasses perched low on her nose, but with them in their functional position, the thick lenses magnified her eyes to a degree that was almost cartoonish. The doctor looked Grove up and down, smiling vaguely when her gaze fell upon a part of his body that seemed to appeal to her. Finally the woman locked eyes with Grove, extending her dainty hand out of habit. "My name is Dr. Hedvika, though I'll permit you to address me by my first name, Irena." Hedvika purred.
Chip trotted over to were the stunned Grove was, and extended his hand as well, as if to be polite. "I'm Chip Dower! The doctor's assistant!" he introduced, chipper sounding like his namesake. Up close, Grove could see wispy, and rather wimpy, hairs poking out of his chin, just barely visible despite how white he was. Chip really didn't get out so much. "You'll like Irena! The doctor knows so much!" he said excitedly, almost bouncing up and down. Though, he wasn't supposed to call Irena by her first name.
Dr. Hedvika reached her arm around so she was able to deliver a firm slap to the back of Chip's head. "That's Hedvika to you, child! Stop trying to vin me over vith flattery!" The doctor snapped. She grumbled something in a gutteral, foreign language before rearranging her lab coat and patting down her hair. Dr. Hedvika returned her gaze to Grove, smiling offhandedly as if nothing had happened at all. Grove stared at her with an expression of complete and utter confusion. He glanced briefly at Chip, opening his mouth with the intention of muttering an apology, though Irena cut him off before any sound escaped his lips. "Vere vas I? Ah yes, I suppose you came down here to get the required entrance examination. I'd ve happy to execute it." Dr. Hedvika said with a wry smile. Grove, now pale, tried to inch back towards the door he had come through.
Chip rubbed the back of his head, and stared at Grove sheepishly. "Sorry doctor." he said, scooting over and grabbing Grove's arm. "Awww, don't worry. The exam isn't so bad!" the assistant chirped, smiling innocently.
"I'm having a hard time taking solace in that," Grove muttered drly. He could already tell how much Chip revered Dr. Hedvika, so it was hard to believe that his great admiration for her didn't affect what he said. Grove felt the doctor's slender hand wrap itself around his forearm, giving the limb a persuasive tug that buried any of his hopes for a potential escape. He sighed and gave Irena little resistance as she pulled him into a seperate examination room.
Grove was seated in a chair Chip had set out for him in the corner of the room. Both of his hands were wrapped around a cup of reheated coffee, though he hadn't taken even a single sip. Grove was shivering quite noticably, and his eyes were wide and glazed. The events that had transpired behind that closed metal door were unspeakable...absolutely unspeakable. His skin felt as if it was covered with a thin layer of itching, transparent filth. There was nothing that Grove wanted to do more than go home and shower.
"Okay doctor! I'll take this up right away!" Chip chirped, jogging out of Autopsy with a stuffed manilla folder. As he reached to push open the swinging doors, another person burst through. It looked like the same red haired woman before. "Oh! Hi Mercy!" Chip said, shrugging his shoulder in greeting before jogging away. Mercy was dressed in a long sleeved gray button up shirt that matched her eyes, and rested under a black vest that was strapped with one red strap and two white ones. Her black pants were tucked into a pair of not quite knee high boots, giving her hips a little flair. "Irenaaaaa!" Mercy called, not noticing Grove at all.
Dr. Hedvika emerged from behind a large filing cabinet, holding several manilla folders against her chest. She obediently shuffled towards the front of the room, flashing Mercy a guilty smile. "Ahh, hello there Inspector! Vhat brings you down to my laboratory?" Hedvika inquired. She picked up on the rude manner in which Mercy was ignoring their latest recruit and wasn't too pleased by her behavior. Irena subtly edged her way towards Grove so Mercy would have no choice but to look at him when speaking. Grove, still feeling quite out of place, awkwardly rose to his feet and shifted the coffee mug to his left hand. He cleared his throat, extending the other arm to offer Mercy a handshake. "I'm Grove. I believe you saw me earlier." Grove quietly spoke.
Mercy looked at Grove, and narrowed her ashen grey eyes. "Hmm." she grunted, before swiveling over to Irena. "Irena, one of the OMI's smaller offices are sending you some bodies." the red haired woman said. Relucantly, Mercy spoke to Grove. "So, you're the rookie Chief assigned." she said, stepping closer to the punked up blond. She took in his appearance, scrunizing him. "Are you even old enough to be part of the OMI? You're just a kid." Mercy said. Unlike her namesake, the woman was not merciful with her words.
Grove paused, taken aback by Mercy's unjustified rudeness. "I'm twenty seven," Grove protested, "I'd say that's old enough. How old are you?" The blonde crossed his arms against his chest and straightened his posture. He matched Mercy in height, if not exceeding her by several inches, and yet Grove couldn't help but recieve the impression that she was continually looking down on him. Dr. Hedvika broke the tension by coughing loudly, intentionally slipping between Mercy and Grove as she made her way back to her desk. "Bodies, yes yes. How many zis time, Mercy?" Irena inquired. She snapped her fingers in Chip's direction, who had quickly returned, gesturing curtly towards two examination tables that needed prepping.
Mercy flipped open a small notebook she had taken from her pocket, and scanned it over. "Well, three this time. Dismemberment, throats slit...Just like the last one." the red haired woman said. Chip began cleaning and setting up tools for the doctor, humming to himself merrily. "Oh, and I might pick up a few more.... Chief wants me to go check out a scene with Vilante." Mercy rolled her eyes in disgust. Vilante was a vile, and crude man who belittled Mercy mainly for her gender.
Grove immediately regained his composure upon Vilante's mention. Setting aside any assumptions he may or may not have been making about Mercy's less than friendly introduction, the blonde leaned in closer to his superior to try and catch a glimpse at the case information in her notebook. "What type of scene?" Grove cautiously inquired. "I'd be happy to investigate alongside you, if your Chief really has appointed me to be your partner."
Mercy narrowed her eyes at Grove, and curtly put away the notebook. "Well, I don't have much choice, do I?" she said in a chilly tone. "Good bye, Irena." the red haired woman said, turning on her booted heels to walk out the door. "Come on kid. If you're gonna be stuck with me, might as well start off with teaching you how to investigate." Mercy called over her shoulder.