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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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Captain Gregson was the first step into the diner and slowly comb through the patrons' faces until he found a young teen, sitting by herself, huddling close to a warm cup of cocoa. Nodding in her direction as Sherlock stepped in, behind him, he cautiously walked over to the far corner booth and sat down across from her. "Samantha? Samantha Harris?" He asked as he sat down. When she didn't look up from her cup, he continued. "My name's Captain Thomas Gregson of the NYPD." He pointed to his badge on his right lapel and watched her as her eyes moved slowly up to where he pointed. "Are you hungry? Would you like something to eat?" He turned and waved over a thirties-ish waitress with mousy hair. "How about a burger... and a warm up on her cocoa?" Gregson glanced at the woman briefly before he looked back to watch Samantha's expressions change from blank to sad and back again.
Samantha inhaled raggedly as she stared sombrely into her cup. The drink had warmed her hands and she had only sipped at half of the cup full, which was topped with whipped cream and tiny marshmallows. She was clean and given a warm coat to wear, with soft, knit gloves. She released her breath as the plate of burger and fries was placed in front of her.
Getting impatient sitting in a chair across from the booth, Sherlock leant forward and waited for Samantha to take her first bite of hamburger, chew and swallow and then replace the burger to the plate ad sat back. "The two men that kidnapped you, did you see their faces or where they kept you?"
She slowly turned her eyes to look at him. Samantha sat back on the bench and turned to look at the captain.
"Miss Harris, anything you can tell us about either of your captors would be helpful. The sooner we can put these bad men away, the sooner you and your father can live in peace." The captain shifted and watched her expression change at the mention of her father.
Samantha's lips parted and she swallowed, dryly. "My dad?" She whispered.
Gregson nodded. "He's alive. Recovering in the hospital." He paused for a few seconds. "The man with the long blond hair, did he take you from the dock yard?"
Samantha shook her head. She sat there and blinked at him, biting her lip as she thought about speaking. "He didn't know I was listening but I heard his name; Ramsey. He and the man with the hair were very chummy, like 'get a room' chummy but, Ramsey was the one doing most of the drooling."
Gregson let her finish her meal before he and Sherlock escorted her back to the precinct. He let her rest in his office, and she did just that, falling asleep instantly as her head hit the arm of the grey sofa. He watched her sleep for a while as he stood in the doorway to his office. His mobile rang from his pocket and he pulled it out to look at the screen. Hitting the ANSWER button, he turned and walked away from his office as he spoke. "Should I be impressed that you were kind enough to pay for her cocoa?"
"Oh, so you did get the package? Wonderful!" The voice sounded delighted that Gregson had found Samantha, first.
Gregson stared at the yellow tiling on the wall and sighed. "Cut the shit, Sawyer. I'm tired of these games. This time, it's on MY terms. Wooden Nickel, forty-five minutes." He hung up and turned to look back at the sleeping teen on the sofa. Before he left, he told Marcus and Joan to keep an eye on her until he returned and quickly made his way over to the lift to head down to the lobby. He drove his own car, instead of hailing a taxi and negated the siren and light, as not to scare off his potential arrest. He parked several car lengths up from the pub door and looked around the evening street as he stepped out and up, onto the walk. He spotted a man leaning against the front passenger door of a dark coloured towncar and looking in his general direction.
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Gregson stepped inside the back of the towncar and sat down. "This wasn't what I meant."
Lee sat beside him, legs crossed, hands folded in his lap. "What I have to say is not for listening ears in a noisy bar." He listened for the driver's door to close before tapping on the divider window that separated the backseat from the front. The car pulled forward and out into traffic. He stared out his passenger window and waited until they rounded the corner, to the left, before speaking again. "By now, the girl has told you the name of my customer, who had abducted her, correct?"
"Yea." Gregson shifted in his seat. "Some guy by the name of Ramsey. He's got a rap sheet a mile long, just like you. I'm getting tired of this cat and mouse nonsense, Sawyer. Tell me where he is so I can arrest him and keep my city safe." He stared at the man, hating his calm demeanour.
Lee turned to face Gregson and grinned. "It's funny, isn't it? Keeping the city 'safe', 'cat and mouse' and ultimately, you want to arrest me but you just can't seem to do it. Can you, 'Bobby'?" Reaching up to pinch the bridge of his thin nose, he closed his eyes and relaxed a moment before opening them again and staring into the eyes of an upset police captain. "If you want me in cuffs, by all means... please. I like role-playing as much as the next man. Although, I won't let you arrest me, just yet."
His hands fisted in his lap as the man edged closer. "There's no trace of your daughter, or Suzette. You're full of shit, Sawyer. Yankin' my chain to keep out of jail until you find some way of worming away from me, again. I could charge you with obstruction of justice, for starters. Other charges could include; facilitating a kidnapping, arms dealing, prostitution, and bribing an officer of the law." Gregson raised an eyebrow at Lee's amusement.
"Bribing." Lee laughed. "I gave you the girl, in tact. I bartered myself, for her. Casual sex for the life of a child, is not something I take lightly. You should thank me for that. My customer and his companion would not hesitate to include her in their slave trade. When I asked her, she assured me Ramsey had not broken her. I have delivered her to you, untouched. All I have asked you for, Captain Thomas Gregson of the New York Police Department, is to find my daughter."
Gregson was becoming bored with his chatter. "What's the point, Lee?" He noted that Lee spoke of the teen as a person and not a unit of measure as many in his position often did. Gregson also noted the care of the girl, as she sat in the restaurant; calm, clean and rested and cared for while she waited for police to arrive.
Lee paused and smiled at the mention of his first name. He checked his wristwatch and then rapped twice on the divider window with a knuckle, signaling his driver to stop. "I have to be somewhere, in a few hours. After this, I promise the city will be clean, again." The car came to a stop next to Gregson's, down the way from the pub they had met in front of. "Those few months as Chester's doorman taught you nothing, Captain?" He winked and leant forward to kiss Captain Gregson on the lips with a taste of passion to it and, with slight effort, his tongue forced it's way into Gregson's mouth and sparred before the captain pushed him away and opened the door to step out.
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Gregson walked into the stationhouse with a purpose. He tapped a finger against his leg as he waited for the lift doors to open on his floor before he walked briskly towards his office. Finding Joan sitting in a chair, at the table beside the sofa, he stepped in and softly said her name. When she turned to look up at him, he kept his voice low as not to wake the teen, who was still unconscious in an exhausted sleep. Crouching down to her level, he whispered to her. "You said you found the photobook she had. Where is it?"
Joan stood and turned to point to Marcus' desk and she led the way out of his darkened office, over to the young detective's desk to pick up the evidence bag and hand it to him. "What are you looking for? Did something happen while you were out?"
"Did Sherlock ever hear back from his contacts at Scotland Yard?" Gregson didn't answer her questions but instead asked his own with determination as he focused on opening the bag with the book inside. He dumped the contents out, onto the desk and snatched it up to flip through it, searching for something Lee had hinted at.
Checking her mobile, she shook her head. "No." Joan looked up and peered over his shoulder.
Gregson looked through the book carefully, checking out the object of the photos as well as the background. Sighing with discontent, his search came up empty. "Where did you find this? In the guard shack?"
Marcus came back from retrieving a fax and making copies for his report. "Sitting on the guard's desk, under some papers. He claimed he never saw it before."
Closing the book and looking back at his darkened office, Gregson found that Samantha had woken up and was sitting very patiently on the sofa, as if waiting for someone. Turning to Joan, he motioned towards his office. "Would you join me, please?"
Joan glanced over to the captain's office and nodded before she followed him back to where Samantha was waiting.
"Samantha, this is Joan Watson, she's a consultant for the NYPD." Gregson introduced her as he closed the door behind her and offered Joan a seat. Taking the next, at the table, he turned to the teen and held up the photobook, for her to see. "Do you mind telling me, what secrets you have in this?"
Her brow furrowing as she struggled to chase away the cobwebs of sleep. "I don't have any secrets." Samantha shrugged and eyed the neon green 4x6 book. "It's just a family photo book. My mom gave it to me a few years ago and after she died, I just couldn't put it down."
"Can you tell us what happened at the docks, leading up to the other night?" Joan sat with her legs crossed and jacket draped over her lap. She pulled out her notepad and pen and scribbled the notes down for Sherlock to examine, later.
Clearing her throat and shrugging, Samantha watched the woman write as she recalled the days prior. "My dad and I usually waited for closing before we could go in and find an empty container. Mister Greene always let us warm up in the shack and have some hot drink, like tea or cocoa, before we went to bed. He was nice." She paused. Her eyes fixed on what Joan was writing. "Nothin' really outta the ordinary, though. There was a car that sat outside of the gate, on the South side. It sat there for a long time and then it just drove off, like it was waiting for something."
"A black Lexus?" Gregson interrupted.
"No. It was a SUV thing but smaller. A tan one." Samantha glanced at him and then looked back at Joan's notepad.
Joan looked up at her. "Was this during the day, or night?"
Samantha sucked her teeth. "Day. About an hour before sundown."
Gregson nodded. "When you were taken and then handed over to him, have you ever seen the man with the long blond hair, before? Did he tell you his name or why he wanted you with him?"
"No. Who is he?"
Clearing his throat and shifting in his seat, Gregson thought of how to explain the man to her. "His name's Lee Sawyer. He's.... not a nice man. He grew up in a bad form of society. Eight years ago, he was in a gun fight and kidnapped your dad to take care of him. After he was patched up, he released your dad. He must have said or did something because your dad won't talk about that night, to us. Are you sure you've never seen him before?"
Samantha thought. "Not him. The driver, though."
"You saw the driver?" Joan interrupted. She looked up to see the girl watching her and nodding to the question.
"Where did you see the driver?" Gregson leant forward, excited for any information to put Sawyer at the scene of the crime.
Samantha looked back to the captain and silently noted his excitement. "Two, three nights ago. He was talking to the security guard."
Joan asked, "Mister Greene?"
"No." Samantha shook her head. "He was one of the bad guys."
Gregson sighed and sat back. "How close were you to them? Could you hear any of what they were talking about?" He had wondered why the driver would have business with the guard. He watched her reaction as she shook her head slowly.
"I was too far."
Nodding and reassuring her that she did a good job, Gregson asked one more question. "Did you ever hear the driver's name?"
Another shake of her head before Samantha yawned. "When can I see my dad?" She eyed the captain with pleading eyes and worry in her voice.
Joan and the captain looked at each other before Joan spoke up. "We'll take you to see him, soon. How about something to eat, first? Are you hungry at all?"
Samantha shook her head and groaned.
"Why not get something on the way, just in case?" Gregson offered. "Sound good?" He waited for Samantha to shrug and nod before nodding to Joan to take care of her whilst he looked through the green photobook, again. With a hand cupped at his mouth, he studied each photo carefully. Turning page after page until he reached the back of the book, he paused on a photo of a grave plackard. Removing his mobile from his pocket, he flipped it open and scrolled through the numbers until he found Sawyer's last used one and text him a message: "Mercy Cemetery, Lot 115. 30 mins." Not waiting for a reply, Gregson closed the mobile and replaced it into his pocket before closing the book and standing up to reach for his coat, taking the book with him.
As he exited his office, a uniformed officer walked over to him, a folder in her hand.
"Captain Gregson. Mister Holmes asked me to give this to you. He wanted to go with Miss Watson and the girl to the hospital. They just left." She was shorter than the captain and kept her hair in a usual tight braided bun.
The captain took the folder and thanked the officer as they parted company. Opening the folder and glancing at the contents as he made his way to the lift, he skimmed the top page and read the report fully, when he sat down in his car. The report had come from Canadian police and filled in the missing spots of his own report he had on Sawyer. Some of the report, he had expected. Other parts, not so much.
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Sawyer reclined on the suite's queen-sized bed. He was nude, save for lover/driver who was resting between his long, toned legs and occupying himself with Lee's firm manhood. He watched his lover take great pleasure in slowly licking and sucking the appendage, cleaning it thoroughly. Lighting a cigarette and exhaling the smoke, he listened to the soft mewls and breaths of the second man.
A third man cleared his throat as he sat across the room, in a chair. Ramsey Gaither was also nude and fondled himself as he stared at the scene on the bed. He sat in the corner of the room and had requested the light be left on, for better viewing. After another moment of watching the two men, he leant over the table, beside him, and inhaled one more line through the rolled $50 bill and licked his lips as he caught Lee's eye. Rubbing his nose and sniffing before getting up to make his way over to the bed, he slowly climbed up to kneel beside the reclined Sawyer and lean forward to capture the man's mouth.
Lee groaned as his driver stopped his attentions on Lee's erection and instead slid off of the bed whilst Ramsey moved to top him. Placing a hand on Ramsey's chest, he reached over to snuff the cigarette in the ashtray, on the bedside table, and grab a condom, instructing the stoned customer to put it on. A sigh of relief as Ramsey did as instructed before using his own saliva to coat the condom's tip before shoving himself deeply into the blond's tight hole. Before Lee could groan in discomfort, his mouth was plugged with his driver's own erection. He could feel his body being torn apart at both ends.
Ramsey's thrusts became more impatient as he watched his supplier suck the erection and bring his lover to ejaculation in less than a minute. As the fluid was being gratefully swallowed, Ramsey's senses fell into overdrive and his thrusts became more fierce. Getting off more seeing the pain on Lee's face, he shoved the driver away and leant over, slamming himself violently in and out of his willing partner. Moving closer to Lee's ear and growling into it, "tell me you like it."
Obediently, Lee complied. "I like it." Wrenching his eyes closed, in pain, he panted as the thrusts kept coming.
Grabbing a fistful of hair and growling louder, Ramsey grit his teeth. "Tell me how much you love it." When no answer came, he repeated this command.
Logan Corlano, Lee's driver and lover of ten years, stood by the bedside and stared, bleery-eyed at what was happening. He heard Lee's pained groans as he tried to comply with the dealer's demands but also felt it was not what he wanted to let happen. Moving to remove his Sig Sauer from his holster, amidst the pile of his clothing, he cocked it and raised it to Ramsey's head. "Let him go and pull the fuck out." A deep voice with chiseled, dark features gave the man an extra tone of business.
"I ain't finished."
Lee raised a hand and nodded for the man to lower the weapon.
Another moment passed as Ramsey gasped loudly as he came and promptly slumped over the man beneath him, sated and unconscious.
A pained groan as Lee shoved the man off of him to let his lay beside him, on the bed. He panted as he found he couldn't move without pain. "Get this pig out of here."
"You alright?" Logan asked. Placing the gun on the bedside table and bending to help his lover and employer stand up.
Lee winced and nodded. "Nothing a hot shower and a quick exit won't cure." He groaned as Logan's hand briefly brushed against his firm backside. Wrapping his arms around the dark-haired man, they embraced for a long moment, Lee's head on Logan's shoulder.
"What do you want me to do with him?"
Turning around slowly and staring at the unconscious dealer, Lee blinked and panted. "Leave him. Room's paid for 'til tomorrow." With Logan's help, he made his way over to the bathroom and into the large shower, to clean up. The two men lathered each other and carefully caressed their bodies, mouths joining briefly.
From the bedside table, next to his pack of cigarettes, Lee's mobile buzzed with an incoming text.

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