"What do you want Joel?!" Frank asked as he opened the door to their office to see Joel sat tapping his pencil against the table.
"Looking a little rough, aren't we Frankie boy?" Joel replied as a smile crept into his expression. Frank looked to himself: hair sticking from all directions, his green angel eyes just about staying open and his skin grey and pale. His baggy jumper contained a large pocket from which his hands lay hidden in with his black skinny jeans and shoes that were slipping off of his feet. His cheeks were red from running and he bit his lip ring to try and hold back the anger that he felt as Joel had dragged him away from his friend and his boyfriend.
"Hm. Sorry…" He sighed, flopping into the chair across from Joel, kicking his shoes off and sliding gently down the chair with his arms folded.

"Listen Frank…" began Joel, sitting up, "I have a plan. I know that its him Frank, it's Gerard. He's the killer and….if we follow the plan then we can prove it. You with me?"
"Nah." mumbled Frank, adjusting his lip ring, "I'm with Al."
"Ha!" Joel laughed, "I you and Al are a thing, but on this occasion being tonight: are you with me?!"
"I said no!" shouted Frank, "I'm with Al!"
"I don't think that you're quite understanding what I'm trying to say, Fra-"
"I'm off out tonight at 8:00 tonight with Al! I'm only here so that you wouldn’t sack me. Now tell me what you wanted to say so that I can get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible!"

"okay. Calm." muttered Joel, a little taken aback, "So. I wanted to ask you a few questions."
"So am I being fucking interrogated now then?!"
"No. You're not Frank, I promis-"
"What?! Do you suspect me?!!"
"No! Frank! I don’t! I promise! Why would I do that?!"
"I dunno." shrugged Frank, glancing away and refusing to make eye contact with Joel.
"All I wanted to ask you was weather you stayed at Gerard's house last night. Is that okay?" he asked, his voice soft and cautious.
"Yeah. I was at Gerard's house last night because he's actually a good friend who came and supported me and Al at our concert, unlike you!"
"I'm so sorry Frank. I would have come but well….. Have you forgotten what the point of all this is?"
"Maybe the whole point is to shag every moving thing in order to create as many tiny versions of yourself to inhabit this world when you die, I don't know, you tell me what the point is!"
"The point is to bring justice, Frank! For Kaitlin, Sebastian, Andy, Chris and I'm sure many others."
"But Gerard's my friend!"
"Frank. He's dangerous and I want to keep you safe!"
"But…" stuttered Frank, "He's been so kind to me and Al: he let us stay at his house and he didn’t hurt us one bit!"

"Where about's did you sleep when you visited Gerard?" Joel asked, a serious frown taking over his face, he connected the pencil to the notebook in preparation to scribble anything that Frank might say down.
"On the sofa with Al."
"Not in the spare room?" questioned Joel making direct eye contact with Frank, his eyes staring roughly into his mind.
"No."
"Why?"
"he said the bed was broken or something. I dunno."
"Was the bed broken?"
"I don't know. He said it was, his mum disagreed and said it was fine but I didn’t know and I don’t see what any of this has got to do with this!"
Joel smiled. "And you said you smelt something strange. Like I did when I visited but this time stronger."
"Yeah. It was a bit weird, but I don’t see how that can even be classed as suspicious."
"What did it smell of?!" asked Joel, becoming a little agitated.
"I dunno…." whined Frank, slumping even further down his chair so that his head almost disappeared underneath the table.
"Frank! Please?"
"I don't know, okay?!"
"Did it smell of corpses Frank?! Of bodies?! Of rotting flesh?! Please Frank! Help with this god-damn investigation!"
"I don't know!"

"Well. I think it did and I have looked at the floor plans for houses similar to the one that Gerard lives in and the upstairs bedrooms often are covered in wooden boards which leaves quite a sizable space between the planks and the wall! You saw it for yourslef, Gerard in court. In fact!" his anger built as he continued, "You are the one who first suspected Gerard and now you're defending him because he's your supposed friend!"
"But….but!" muttered Frank, resting his head on the table miserably as he came to the realisation.
"Tonight. WE are breaking into Gerard's house and WE are going to find that body/bodies and give them justice! Okay?"
"But I am meeting Al!"
"What time?"
"eight…"
"We'll be finished by then. I promise. So where shall I meet you?"
"I'm not sure Joel. I'm not too keen on the idea of breaking into his house. I mean, what if we get caught? I'm not sure if I really want to, Joel."
"Well then. Lets put it this way. You either come with me and everything will be fine and we will get justice for everyone that Gerard murdered OR…. You lose your job? Which will it be?"
"Joel?!" pleaded Frank.
"Choose one!"
"Okay. Okay. I'll come with you though I'm still not 100% this is the right thing to do…"
"Great. See you there!"

Notes

Hello. Sorry I haven't written in a while and apologies for this mess of a chapter that's just pretty much all speech. There should be some more chapters soon. Thank you all for reading. You guys are as awesome as mcr! :) x
-Lou.