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Cancelled Negatives	By : SisterWine Category: 1 through F > Elementary Views: 814 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Elementary. Creator is Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Series creator is Robert Doherty. My own characters include Lee Sawyer, Ramsey Gaither, Ernie, Marissa, Parker Harris and Samantha. Purely Fiction, and not for profit.

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The elevator doors opened to a penthouse office; a sprawling room with peach carpeting and white walls. The two men stepped out and looked around their settings. A pink sofa, still kept up from the 80s, sat not twenty feet in front of them whilst a dark, mahogany desk ran paralell to the wall of windows that looked out, over the darkened city. Both men dressed in Armani suits and Brunello Cucinellis. Soft lighting from simlpe table lamps, on either side of the sofa that sat adjacent to the desk and faced them, gave the room a romantic but still business mood.
A door opened from their left and an attractive woman in her thirties stepped out and greeted them. "Gentlemen, good of you to come." Waving a bare, elegant arm to the pink sofa, she closed the door behind her and crossed the nearly empty room and met them halfway. A beautiful woman looking much too thin and young for a revered woman of her expertise. Long golden hair pulled back into a tight twist, leaving short strings of diamonds dangling from the fold of her hairdo to accent her wealth. "My, my, Ramsey. Aren't we looking tasty." A coy wink accented with her caramel tone as she looked from the older man to the younger, more handsome man that stood to his lover's left. Small, tight mouth glossed with red lipstick and a devilish grin. She paused as the door she came out of opened again and a well-muscled man dressed in black stepped out, closing the door behind him.
Ramsey smiled to the hostess and turned to look over at the bodyguard as he came to stand between the sofa and the elevator. "Marissa, looking very sexy, as usual." Ramsey took her hands in his and kissed her cheek before releasing her to watch her move to sit on the corner of the desk, crossing her ankles. "I trust my shipment is on it's way."
"Of course. No need to worry yourself with details." Once again, waving an arm over to the sofa, she asked them to sit. "Drinks, Sam." She tossed a glance over at her bodyguard, who moved to the far wall consisting of cabinets and a wet bar, that ran along the wall between the elevator and the windows. "Scotch, gentlemen?" Giving a subtle smile to Ramsey, who gave a nod, she shifted and let her gaze linger on the man's silent partner. Inhaling, she caught the young man's faint cologne. "Tell me, Ramsey, where did you find this handsome young thing?" She asked as her eyes worked their way up from the man's brown loafers up to his waist and across his chest.
Ramsey smiled and sat down on the middle cushion. "Isn't he delicious? I went to my usual Tuesday night event and this frisky young morsel caught my eye." Relaxing and laying his left arm on the back of the sofa whilst he held his crystal tumbler of scotch in his right hand, he eyed his lover's firm backside as the younger man remained standing with his hands in his pockets.
Marissa slid off of the corner of the desk and stepped closer to the young man, a manicured hand reached up to run her fingers through the soft and shaggy blond hair and then down to caress his youthful face. Emerald eyes sparkled down at her with a quiet mystery hidden behind them. She smiled and sighed as her hands moved to his taut chest, hidden carefully behind a midnight blue shirt. "Mm." Her tongue darted out to lick her lips as she reached around to squeeze the firm half moons of his ass, sheathed in his light gray suitpants.
The man on the sofa smiled and watched her explore the younger man, with glee. "His name's Lee." Taking a sip of the drink Sam had handed him, and focusing on her hands as she continued to play with Lee's firm mounds, he almost wished the meeting was over so that he could have the tasty young thing all to himself. Yet, it was just as fun watching the woman squirm and explore the new toy he had brought along.
She leaned in and inhaled his clean scent. "Heavenly."
Lee stood there patiently, quietly and taking mental notes of the inquisitive woman and of the meeting, itself. A soft moan escaped him as she raised up on the balls of her feet and licked the side of his neck. He hadn't moved from his stance, even as she explored and prodded him. Casual glances over to his lover to find the older man enjoying the show, had earned a subtle grin. Still, he said nothing and let her continue her examination of him, feeling excited with every touch.
"Tell me, Lee, do you prefer the feel of a hot, wet sex around your manhood, or do you love to bend over whilst he rams his rock hard pole deep into your tight ass?" Marissa winked. Her amber eyes sparkled as they stared into his deep emerald ones. Her hand slid back around to place her palm on his chest and feel his heartbeat. A startled gasp as Lee captured the hand on his chest and used it to spin her around and bend her over the side of her desk, pressing his groin against her own tight backside. Her eyes flicked over to Sam, who unfolded his stoic position and stepped closer. She gave a small shake of her head, indicating not to interfere and kept her eyes on him as he stepped back to clasp his hands in front of him and watch the scene unfold.
Leaning over and whispering softly into her right ear, he answered. "Actually, I prefer to have him bend over for <i>my</i> 'rock hard pole' up <i>his</i> ass." Lee lingered there, letting her feel the swell behind his zipper before glancing back to smirk over at Ramsey. Kissing the back of her right shoulder, he released her wrist that he held behind her back, and carefully helped her to stand up and turn around. "But, I enjoy both, as well." He spoke in regular tone, soft richness with deep tones when needed.
Ramsey laughed out loud and stood up, placing his tumbler beside Lee's neglected one, on the side table. "He is a handful, my dear."
Marissa rubbed her palm against Lee's arousal. Her mouth opened slightly and she gasped as he cupped her hand and held it against him. "What is the going price for this handsome devil?"
Smiling and stepping forward to run a hand through Lee's soft hair, Ramsey shared a smile with the shorter woman. "I'm sorry, my dear. He informs me that he's not on the market. However, if you wish to take him for a test drive, it will only cost you an audience. I've always wanted to watch this fine specimen work but, between falling in love and then coming so ungodly hard when he orgasms, I always seem to miss out." He glanced at the other man to find him casually looking back as if enjoying being fondled.
Inhaling Lee's clean scent again, Marissa backed away. "Business first, darling." She returned to her desk and opened the top right drawer, removing a narrow brown folder the size of a business envelope, thick with several bundles of cash and held it in her hand. Walking back around to where Ramsey stood, she presented the folder to him with a word of thanks and an order for "100 more units." She, in turn, accepted a white envelope full of a thicker mound of money inside.
"I expect this shipment to be unmarred? My last order came with several damaged goods, from your suppliers." Ramsey's voice dropped pleasantries and gave the woman a stern look as he placed the folder he was given into an inside left breast pocket of his suit jacket.
Marissa stood in front of him, her right foot tilted back to rest on her four-inch black shoe heel. "Of course. They were minor catches and won't be underestimated, again." She emphasised her words with a raise of an elegant eyebrow. She sat on the edge of the desk and gave a sly grin to Lee. "Maybe next time we can have a party...?" Easing her legs open and winking at him, she caught a smirk from the handsome man before he and Ramsey made their way back to the lift and down to the garage.
Once the doors closed and the car started moving, Ramsey opened his coat and removed the envelope he was given by Marissa. Opening the envelope and taking his share of the earnings, he promptly closed the envelope without a look over to the man beside him. "I trust this is enough?" He held up the envelope for his partner to take.
Lee casually accepted the envelope and tucked it into his own inside right pocket, smoothing the lining before speaking. "I should charge extra for her petting session, however, this'll do just fine."
"Yes, but the show was exciting to watch." Ramsey smiled and eyed the other man. "Marissa was just making sure you left your gun in the car."
Sighing but keeping his eyes on the doors in front of him, Lee waited with his hands tucked into his pockets. "I assure you, I only carry if I need to. Also," Removing his hands from his pockets and turning to shove Ramsey's back against the wall, hands pressed against the wall on either side of him, and leaning close, he said under his breath, "I have more than one way to protect myself." They stared at each other for a moment as the car came to the bottom lot and stopped. Releasing the other man, Lee stepped back. "Are you certain about this order?"
Ramsey nodded.
"Alright then." The doors opened and the two men slipped into a long black limo with mirrored windows.
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Captain Gregson poured himself a cup of coffee from the freshly made pot and stirred in two packets of sugar before turning to see Marcus walk up to him. "Where are we with the serial numbers on the remaining guns?"
"No such luck. They've either been filed off or seered off with some type of heating element. Sherlock is looking into trying to raise the numbers with magnets and metal shavings." Marcus handed Gregson a packet of papers listing the recovered weapons and drugs from the attempted shipment and read off a few of the makes and models that were said to have been destroyed in Detroit, three years prior.
Glancing through the paperwork, Gregson paused and removed his mobile phone from pocket to check the message that just buzzed in. Sighing and realising he had left his reading glasses on his desk, he told Marcus to get with Joan on Mister Harris's condition whilst he took care of some things. Walking back to his desk and sitting down in his chair, he stared at the phone screen as he put his glasses on.
"Hello Bobby!
Parking garage on W 54th
Across from Devonshire Business Park.
third level stairwell. 4 PM"
Gregson sat back and thought about his undercover alias and meeting the elusive supplier. At first, he hadn't wanted to go but his second thought had been nagging at him for 10 years. After checking the time, he finished up his paperwork and hurried out of the squadroom, down to the garage, to meet the man he had thought dead years prior.
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The towncar pulled in to the parking structure and wound its way up to the third level before backing in to a space along the inside wall. With the engine shut off and the key removed, Lee stepped out of the driver's side and made his way over to the stairwell and opened the door and found the stairwell empty. He had arrived only minutes before the captain did. Lee took a breath and walked over to stand beside the stairs leading up, his back resting against the wall. A moment or so later, the door opened and Captain Gregson stepped in, letting the door close behind him. He smiled as the captain stepped closer to him. "The gray hair looks good on you, Bobby. Very distinguished... and handsome."
"The name's Captain Thomas Gregson of the New York Police Department." Gregson looked at the younger man, unwilling to voice how the supplier hadn't changed much over the years, either. He noted the relaxed position of the man's stance, as if he weren't suspecting to meet a foe or law enforcement officer, or captain.
Lee smirked. "That sounds a lot better than Bobby Garrett, the door thug for a second-rate pimp. Captain suits you, though."
Gregson moved to lean against the wall beside the door. "Wanna tell me how you got my personal mobile number? How about why, after ten years, I hear your name from a suspect and the next thing I know, you're texting me to meet you in a parking garage?" He watched as Lee looked away with a flinch when he heard "suspect" in the statement. Pushing off of the wall and stepping closer, he grabbed the right lapel of the younger man's coat and ground his teeth together as he added the rest of what he had waited so long to say. "Or, I could just arrest you now for past crimes and if this shipment comes up with your greasy paw prints on them, that's even better."
His head still turned away, Lee agreed. "You could. However, if you arrest me now, you'll miss out on what I have to offer. Once you sit me down in your interrogation room, I... well, I could start to" bowing his head and raising a hand to stroke his forehead, "feel a terrible wave of amnesia come over me." Lee dropped his feigning and straightened to turn and look at the captain, who now stood mere inches from him. "I did hand you Chester and his operation. At the very least, I think you owe me an unbiased ear, Captain Thomas Gregson of the NYPD."
Clearing his throat nervously and shifting again, Gregson released the man's coat and folded his arms. "Two minutes. Go."
Lee shoved his hands into his coat pockets and took a breath before speaking. "I hear there was a break-in at the shipyards, the other night. Half a container full of weapons and other materials were taken, as well as a young girl."
Gregson slammed Lee's back against the wall and growled. "Anything happens to her..."
"No, nothing's happened to her. She's fine; a little tired, a scared, a lot under nourished, but she's fine." Lee smirked at the closeness of the captain and his little display of anger towards the supplier. He groaned as Gregson slammed him, again, against the wall and hadn't let go of him. "Arrest me now and you'll never find her." He waited for Gregson to release him and step back before casually brushing the wrinkles out of his lapels and continued. "My driver is with her. If you hear my proposal, I'll hand her over to you. All I want is a favour."
"What?" Captain Gregson was getting bored but was still intrigued with the supplier.
"A dozen or so years ago, there was a woman; Suzette. She was apart of Chester's... minagerie. When he was busted, she was free to be her own woman, again. She had saved up a few dollars and was able to go back to school and get a good job. I heard she got married and bought a house somewhere quiet. I heard she died not too long ago." Lee met eyes with the captain and paused to take a breath.
Gregson's expression hadn't changed from monotone. "And you want me to find you another one?"
Lee smirked and contained a laugh. "No. Before she died, I saw her, walking through downtown, with her daughter. My daughter. I was away on business when Suzette died. All I ask, is that you find my daughter. In exchange, I'll give you two dealers and myself."
Looking around for a camera or a gag line, Gregson laughed. "Are you serious, right now? Is this a joke or a set up?" He turned around and reached for the doorhandle.
"Her name is Samantha, the girl you're looking for. Correct?" Lee's expression was plain as the captain turned to look at him. "There's a shipment coming in tomorrow night, from Boston. Adults, mainly but,..." he was cut off as Gregson finished the statement for him.
"But, you've had a change of heart and want some of the goods, too. Is that it?"
"....there's children in there, as well." They stared at one another as Lee finally had the captain's complete attention. "My customer struck up a deal with one of his buyers and the order was placed for 26 units, more than half are children under the age of 16. Aside from the fact that I don't enjoy the idea of going to prison, I have even less enthusiasm for the buying and selling of children. Especially, when one might be my daughter. I am asking for your discretion and cooperation. A deal?" Lee held out a hand to cement the pact and waited for the captain to comply.
Against Gregson's better judgement, he shook the man's hand and knew it was a bad idea.
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