Kill Your Darlings

Gerard didn't anticipate being awoken at midnight by the ringing of a phone. It was what happened, however, and he didn't try to hide his disdain when he answered.

"Way residence," he said, stifling a yawn.

"Gerard," the man on the other end of the line said. Gerard perked up immediately when he recognized the voice as Ray Toro, the head detective at the Belleville Police Department. The Toros and the Ways have been friends ever since the literal dark ages, and Ray helped get rid of any evidence of Mikey at his crime scenes. Lately, the case had been closed, following the disappearance of the younger Way brother; that was subject to change, though.

"Good morning, Raymond," Gerard said. "Why are you calling me at this ungodly hour?"

"Mikey's been found," Ray said. "We need you down at the station, pronto."

"Where is Peter?" Gerard asked. "Was he with Michael?"

"Umm, no," Ray said. "Mikey wasn't found so much as he was captured in Ohio. He's been brought back here and he's set to receive the death penalty."

"Why is he going to die?" Gerard asked, straightening up in shock.

"As soon as he was apprehended, he confessed," Ray told him. "He told them everything, even things about the crime scene that were never released to the public. I may lose my job, because of the..." He trailed off and lowered his voice to a whisper. "Cover up I've been doing for you guys. This is some serious shit we've gotten ourselves into."

"He is at the station?" Gerard asked.

"Yep. Act like a normal person, please. No suits, use contractions, modern language, stuff like that."

Gerard blinked at Ray's bluntness, and cleared his throat. "Okay," he said. "I'll be right there. Hang tight."

"That a boy," Ray said and hung up.

Gerard placed the phone back on the reciever and sighed. "Lindsey, sweetheart," Gerard whispered, turning his head to look at the woman lying next to him. "I have to go to the police station. I should be back by morning."

"I heard the conversation," Lindsey said. "Wear sunscreen, in case you get caught out in the sun. I love you."

"I love you, too."

An hour later, Gerard was waiting in the lobby of the local police station. He had taken Ray's advice and dressed in jeans. He didn't have any other shirts, so he was in a normal white dress shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A long, beige coat covered the outfit, with his normal dress shoes. His black hair was messy and unbrushed, falling over his eyes, which were half-lidded with exhaustion.

"You look like Castiel," a voice said from behind Gerard and he turned to see Ray standing there. His hair was in its usual unruly curls, and his blue uniform was wrinkled. A crooked grin was set on his lips and he gave Gerard a tight side hug.

"Who?" Gerard asked.

"Oh, that's right, you're weird and don't watch T.V," Ray smirked. "Castiel is a character on this television show, and he's, like, an angel or whatever and he always wears beige trench coats."

"How do you know this?" Gerard asked.

"I spend too much of my time on Tumblr," Ray said as an explanation. "Alright, we just need you to answer a few questions about Mikey, and you can go home."

"Is there any hope that he'll be taken off of death row?" Gerard asked and Ray shook his head grimly.

"He confessed," Ray said, leading Gerard down to an empty room. Well, not entirely empty; there was one other person in the room, a man with a blue suit and a silver Walker stitched on the pocket. "Gerard, this is Officer Jon Walker, he'll be assisting me with the investigation today."

Gerard nodded at Jon Walker and sat down at the metal table. Ray sat across from him and pulled out a digital recorder. He pressed the button and said: "Gerard Arthur Way. Age 31, male. Alright, Gerard, let's begin."

Notes

I love Castiel from Supernatural and couldn't help throw in a little name drop.

And THROAM is causing me pain in ways I wasn't aware that could happen.

xoøli