Surrender the Night

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  1. Chemical 30

    Chemical 30 Just 'That' Girl

    Title: Surrender the Night

    Rating: 15 language and violence

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    Genre: Crime, Suspense

    Summary: Mikey was kidnapped eight years ago. Gerard is a detective and now somebody has come up with information regarding his missing brother. How far will Gerard go to get Mikey back?

    Characters: Gerard Way, Lindsay Way, Ray Toro, Frank Iero, Mikey Way

    Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction, I do not own the band!

    A/N: The age differences have been changed. Gerard and Mikey are eight years apart and Frank is older than Mikey.

    Chapter Index:
    Chapter 1- Page 1
    Chapter 2- Page 1
    Chapter 3- Page 1



    Chapter One:

    Gerard Way quickly shut and locked his car door before running up his front steps and into his warm house. Winter was bad this year, the coldest it had been in a long time, and Gerard couldn’t wait until it was spring so he could venture outside and not have to worry about getting hypothermia. He could hear his wife, Lindsay, singing in the kitchen. He gently set his briefcase down by the coat rack and hung up his black trench-coat. When he entered the kitchen his wife of two years smiled at him and, before setting the last plate on the table, gingerly kissed her husband. Gerard and Lindsay sat down at the table and began putting the steaming food on their plates.

    “How was work?” Lindsay asked before putting a forkful of food into her mouth.

    Gerard shrugged, “Fine, Ray and I were just getting ready for the Harper case trial tomorrow.” Lindsay simply nodded; she knew how her husband felt about the Harper case. Jason Harper was a nine-year old boy that was kidnapped after both his parents were brutally murdered, he was found three days later with multiple cuts and bruises and a single bullet wound through the back of the head. Gerard and his partner Ray Toro had been working non-stop for over three months trying to find out who murdered the boy. Finally they figured it out, but now they needed to present their evidence to the court. Now the defense attorney wanted to question Gerard. They both knew the reason why the defense would call him up to stand, and Gerard was hoping that they wouldn’t let the murderer go just because of it.

    The rest of the meal went on in a tense silence; after they were done Lindsay cleaned the kitchen and joined her husband on the couch. Gerard wrapped an arm around her shoulders and brought her closer to him. “How’s the baby doing?” He asked gently putting his hand on her stomach.

    Lindsay smiled, “Oh she’s as feisty as ever, it feels like she is doing pull-ups and using my ribs as the bar.” Gerard chuckled softly and Lindsay rested her head on his shoulder. Gerard kissed the top of her head and started to run his fingers through her soft hair. Lindsay quickly fell asleep, leaving Gerard alone with his thoughts. He stared mindlessly at the TV, trying to forget that the trial was tomorrow and what he knew the defense was going to bring up in his questioning.

    Eventually he stood up and escorted his tired wife to bed, she mumbled incoherently before falling straight back to sleep. Gerard kissed her forehead and stripped of his suit. He pulled on a pair of sleep pants and slid in next to Lindsay. After a few hours of staring at the ceiling Gerard was finally able to fall into a dreamless sleep.

    The shrilling sound of the alarm clock woke up Gerard, he lazily swung an arm at it. He lifted the warm sheets off his body and slowly walked to the bathroom to take a shower. Gerard stood in the shower longer than he normally would; he was trying to calm his nerves. Eventually he shut off the water and dried himself off. He put on his suit and straightened out his tie before exiting the bathroom. He saw that Lindsay was still sleeping peacefully; he wrote a note saying that he loved her and what time he should be home before gently kissing Lindsay on the forehead and leaving the bedroom.

    Gerard put on his trench coat, grabbed his briefcase and left the warm house. Outside rain poured from the sky and Gerard rushed to get into his car. Gerard breathed warm air into his hands before starting the car and driving towards the court house. Once there he went through all the necessary security checkpoints and met up with his partner Ray in the prosecution briefing room.

    Ray nodded to his partner, “You ready for this? You know they’re going to try to bring up your past right?”

    “Yeah I know but I’m not letting this son-of-a-witch get away with this. Don’t worry I can handle a lawyer in my face.” Gerard weakly smiled. Ray gave him a worried glance before they were called into the court room.

    “Your honor we call Gerard Way to the stand.” The defense lawyer, Henry Kemp, announced. Henry was a plump middle-aged man, his brown hair thinning more every day, and his green eyes were always behind his bronze wire-rimmed glasses. Ray patted his partner on the shoulder before Gerard walked to the stand. Gerard took his oath not to lie and sat down. He glanced over to the prosecution’s lawyer, and a good friend of his, Jerry Hamble who smiled reassuringly. Jerry was freshly out of law school, and he had made top of his class. He was a tall man, about the age of twenty-seven, and his blond hair was always cut short.

    “Mr. Way you and your partner Raymond Toro were the detectives in this case right?” Henry asked looking up from his small folder sitting on the table.

    “Yes, Mr. Toro and I were assigned to the Harper case.” Gerard stated and looked over to the man sitting next to Henry. He took a deep breath; he couldn’t let him get away with the murder.

    “Mr. Way I’ve spoken to several different detectives you work with and they said that you worked day and night in this case.” Henry said walking up to Gerard.

    “Yes, I wanted justice for what happened to the boy.” Gerard looked Henry in the eyes; he knew what was going to come next.

    “Of course you did, we all do, Mr. Way you had a younger brother yes?” Henry led on.

    “I still do,” Gerard answered.

    “Objection your honor! I don’t see how this is relevant to the case!” Jerry
    stated standing up from his chair.

    “Overruled…Mr. Kemp, make your point soon please.” The judge ordered. Jerry shook his head and sat back down in his seat.

    “Yes your honor. Mr. Way your younger brother Michael was kidnapped when he was nine, and your parents murdered. That case sounds strikingly similar to the Harper case does it not?” Henry asked.

    Gerard took a deep breath, “Yes, yes it does. But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t follow all necessary regulations in arresting your client.”

    “Would you say that you had an emotional drive for this case though? That maybe you rushed through some of your regulations that normally you wouldn’t overlook.” Henry asked before turning to the jury. “Mr. Way is a great detective, I’m not saying otherwise, but I think this case and its
    evidence should be looked over by someone not so connected to the case.”

    “Objection!” Jerry shouted, “Mr. Way did not work alone. Mr. Toro was with him the entire time and he has no connection to the case.”

    “Granted, Mr. Kemp I don’t know what you were thinking, but that is not nearly enough evidence to prove Mr. Way was linked to this case in any matter. Mr. Way you may leave the stand.” The judge stated, Henry grunted and returned to his table. Gerard nodded and walked to the back of the court room where Ray was sitting.

    “Good job,” Ray whispered.

    “Thanks,” Gerard mumbled in return.

    The trial continued for another three hours before the jury was sent away to decide the verdict. Ray and Gerard walked out of the courtroom to stretch their legs. Jerry walked out moments later and patted Gerard’s shoulder.

    “I’m sorry; I don’t know what Henry was thinking. I’m sorry that, that was brought up.” Jerry apologized.

    “Its fine, I just hope that the Harper family gets some justice for what happened to their son.” Gerard stated, both Ray and Jerry nodded in agreement.

    “Hey I was thinking about grabbing some dinner after this, would you two boys care to join me?” Jerry asked.

    Gerard shook his head, “Sorry Jerry not this time, I promised Lindsay I would be home. She’s due any day now.”

    “Congratulations man, is it a boy or a girl?” Jerry asked.

    “A girl,” Gerard answered. Just when Jerry was about to ask another question the bailiff came out to tell them that the jury had made their decision.

    “This soon? It’s only been ten minutes!” Jerry exclaimed. The bailiff simply nodded and walked back into the courtroom. Gerard glanced nervously over at Ray.

    Once seated, the judged asked, “Has the jury decided a verdict?”

    A women on the end stood up, “We have your honor. We the jury find the defendant…guilty of all charges.”

    Gerard had to keep himself from smiling as the man was led away by the bailiffs. Henry shook his head as he gathered up his papers. After talking with Ray and Jerry for a few minutes Gerard got back into his car and drove home. The rain had stopped but there was still a bitter chill in the air. Gerard walked up his front steps and his heart stopped when he saw a white envelope by his front door. His name was written on the front of it, he picked it up with trembling hands. He looked around to see if anyone was watching him. When he couldn’t see anyone he opened the envelope and what he saw written on the lined paper took his breath away.

    I know where your brother is. Meet me at the small coffee shop on the corner of 7th and Kingston. 7PM. I’ll be sitting at the table in the far left corner of the room.



    A/N: I know I haven't posted a story on here for a while now! But I'm back! I hope you guys enjoy
    :$:
     
  2. kadoodle

    kadoodle crazy cat lady Staff Member

    Oh my God, you've done it again. Excellent work! Where has Mikey been? Damn....
     
  3. Chemical 30

    Chemical 30 Just 'That' Girl

    Chapter 2:

    Gerard took a deep breath and carefully folded the letter and put it in his pocket. He didn’t want Lindsay to know, she wouldn’t be able to handle the stress; she had enough to worry about with the baby on the way. Gerard suspected this was yet another false lead, but he always let his hope get in the way of practicality. He pushed the thoughts of his brother aside and focused on acting as if nothing had happened.

    Like the night before Lindsay had dinner ready and they both sat down to eat. Lindsay was hesitant to ask about the trial, if something had gone wrong she didn’t want to be the one to bring it up. Gerard realized this and spoke up, “He was arrested. The jury only discussed it for ten minutes. I was so sure that he had gotten off.”

    Lindsay smiled, “That’s great! I’m glad there was some justice for that family. Did they bring up Mikey?”

    Gerard nodded, “Of course they did, but luckily the judge saw what utter bullshit the claim was.”

    Nothing more about the trial was brought up and the couple ate in a casual silence. Gerard could not get the letter that was in his pocket off his mind. He didn’t want to get his hopes up; because he had, had too many false leads to believe that the letter was anything other than a cruel joke. Something about that letter made Gerard feel closer to his brother than he had been in years. Gerard and Lindsey watched a few hours of TV before retiring to bed.

    Gerard rolled onto his side and stared out the widow, his mind was racing. Thoughts of his brother, of his parents, of his life before entering the police academy plagued his mind. Eventually he fell into a fitful sleep.

    “Mom? Dad? Mikey?” Gerard yelled into the dark household. He’d been at a friend’s house all afternoon and had come home after curfew. Usually his parents would be waiting with the lights on in the living room for their son to get home and Mikey would be sitting on the steps in front of the door, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his older brother; but not tonight. All the lights were off and remains of his mother’s favorite vase lay shattered on the wooden floor.

    “Mom, Dad…I’m home!” Gerard called out again. He felt his chest tightened, he knew something wasn’t right. Mikey should’ve come barreling down the stairs, excited to tell Gerard about his day at school. Gerard flipped on the lights and walked into the kitchen. He turned on those lights and what he saw made a scream erupt from his mouth.

    His mother and father were lying on the kitchen floor; multiple stab wounds adorned their bodies. Blood was pooled around them. Their empty, grey eyes were staring up at the ceiling. Blood was splattered everywhere, on the cabinets, the walls, the floor. Despite the blood layering their surroundings, Gerard stared motionless at their bodies, searching for some sign of life, some movement or breath. After several minutes Gerard found himself stuttering his younger brother’s name.

    “MIKEY! Where are you?” Gerard ran up the stairs to his little brother’s room.
    The blankets were torn off the bed. Mikey’s pillows were scattered across the room. The closet doors were crooked and some of the clothes were discarded. The small bookshelf that held some of Mikey’s toys was on its side, some of its contents were on the ground broken into pieces. The curtains usually that hung above the window were torn down. Gerard ran over to the bed and quickly looked under it. No Mikey. He went over to the closets…no trace of his baby brother there.

    “Mikey?” Gerard cried again running out of the room and into his bedroom. When he saw that his room was in the same condition as Mikey’s he looked both under the bed and in the closet. No Mikey. Gerard felt tears run down his cheeks as he sprinted into his parent’s room. It was the same in their bedroom as it was in the other two. Gerard prayed that Mikey would be in there, but sadly he ended with the same result. He ran into the bathroom
    and still no Mikey.

    He ran back into the hallway screaming, “Mikey! Mikey! It’s okay…It’s me….It’s Gerard,” Hoping that Mikey had just hidden from the attackers and that he was afraid that they had returned. When the only answer Gerard received was silence he fell to his knees and let out a loud scream. Tears fell from his eyes and cascaded down his cheeks. Once he was able to gain control of himself he ran down the stairs and grabbed the phone that hung by the kitchen. He could see his mother’s lifeless face staring up at him.

    “911, what’s your emergency?” asked a calm voice.

    “Please you have to help me...my parents are dead…and my brother’s missing!” Gerard cried into the phone.


    Gerard woke up with a gasp. Sweat collected by his brow and his shirt clung to his back. His hands were shaking as he pulled away the covers. He glanced over to the clock. 6:35 AM. He remembered that night clearly. After the police and coroner arrived and asked Gerard some questions his grandmother Elena came to pick him up. He didn’t go to school for the rest of the week. He sat in the guest room of his grandmother’s house; a room would become his in a matter of weeks, and waited until they found Mikey. They never did. Elena made all the arrangements for the funerals, both his mother and father were buried on the same day; they were buried next to each other under a willow tree at the Newark Cemetery.

    He grabbed a pair of jeans, a clean pair of underwear, and a black sweater before going into the bathroom to take a shower. It was Saturday and he had the day off. That was until he had to meet with the person that delivered the letter last night. He hated when he thought of Mikey, or his dead parents, he always ended up reliving that horrible night eight years ago. Gerard let the warm water calm his nerves before stepping out of the shower and getting dressed for the day.

    He made himself a cup of coffee and sat down at the dining room table to read the morning newspaper. After finishing his coffee Gerard starting to make breakfast for him and his wife; he had to keep himself busy he didn’t want Lindsay to figure out that something wasn’t right. He cracked some eggs into the fry pan and put a few pieces of bacon along with it. After those were done he cut up some fresh fruit.

    Lindsay slowly walked down the stairs and saw her husband in the kitchen.

    “Gerard, honey, what are you doing?”

    Gerard’s head shot up and he smiled, “I decided to cook breakfast today. It’s nothing special; Eggs, fruit, and bacon.”

    Lindsay arched an eyebrow, “Is there something you wish to tell me dear?”

    Gerard nearly dropped the egg that he was serving onto a plate, “No…why would I need to tell you something. Can’t I make breakfast for my beautiful wife without being accused of doing something wrong?”

    Lindsay chuckled, “Of course you can. Just normally you don’t.”

    Lindsay and Gerard sat down and ate their breakfast. No words were said until Gerard spoke up, “I have to go out later this evening. I don’t think I’ll be back in time for dinner.”

    Lindsay looked at her husband confused, “Why? Isn’t today your day off?”
    Gerard nodded, “Yes its Saturday, but Ray and Jerry wanted to go out tonight.” Gerard hated lying to his wife, but he knew that telling her what he was actually doing would cause her to have even more stress.

    “Well, alright, just make sure you’re home at some reasonable hour.”

    Lindsay smiled. “And keep your phone near you. The baby is due any time now.”

    “Of course darling, thank you for being so understanding.” Gerard stated and picked up both their plates and put them into the dishwasher.

    The rest of the day went by agonizingly slow, and Gerard did his best to keep himself busy. Lindsay sat on the couch and watched her husband do minor tasks around the house that she’d been asking him to do but he hadn’t had gotten around to it yet. As Gerard finished fixing the small leak on the faucet he glanced at the clock. 6:30 PM. He knew that is was time to go and meet the person who had delivered the note.

    He stood up and walked into the living room. “Okay Lindsay I’m going to head out now. Keep the doors locked and remember that I’m only a call away.”

    Lindsay rolled her eyes playfully, “Don’t worry Gerard; I’m quite capable of taking care of myself for a few hours. “

    He kissed her on the lips, grabbed his coat and walked out the door. The drive to the café seemed to go on for hours, when in reality it was only a few minutes. He pulled into the parking lot and stopped the car. He ran into the warm coffee shop and looked around casually. In the far left corner he saw a small hooded figure sitting with a steaming cup of coffee. Gerard walked up to the front counter and ordered a regular cup of coffee. With the cup in hand he walked over to the left corner table and sat down.

    Gerard glanced over at the person sitting across from him. He was surprised to see it was a young man, no older than twenty and his wide brown eyes displayed a look of fear. His hands shook when he reached for his warm drink and when he slowly removed his hood to reveal his shaggy brown hair. His eyes timidly wandered the coffee shop; Gerard could tell that he was very nervous and scared.

    “Y-you’re Gerard Way right?” He asked in barely above a whisper.

    Gerard leaned in closer to the boy, “Yes, did you drop off a letter by my house last night?”

    The boy quickly nodded, “Yeah… yeah I did.”

    “How did you know where I lived?” Gerard questioned, he knew he had to be gentle with this boy, especially if he did know where Mikey was. Gerard had to play by his rules.

    “I…have been watching you for a while now.” He mumbled.

    Gerard took a deep breath, “And what is your name?”

    The boy’s eyes snapped up and he looked up at Gerard before hesitantly saying, “Frank.”

    “Do you have a last name?” Gerard pushed on.

    Frank shook his head, “I’m just trying to get Mikey help. There’s nothing more you need to know.”

    Gerard’s breath hitched at the mention of his brother’s name, “Okay…why did you wait this long to come forward with information. Mikey was taken eight years ago. Why wait until now?”

    Frank took another sip of his coffee, “I couldn’t come forward until now. Look Gerard, Mikey’s time is running out. We have to get him out soon.”
    Gerard pinched the bridge of his nose, “Frank, I’ve come across far too many false leads to just believe you right now. I need more information.”

    Frank glanced around the café nervously again before saying, “I will give you your information over time, we need to plan this out. We can’t just barge in and save you brother, he’ll kill him. He’ll kill them all.” Frank, realizing that he gave out to much information, quickly stood up and pulled back on his hood,

    “I’ve got to go. I-I’ll be in contact again with you soon. Goodbye Gerard.”

    “Wait! Who’s them? Are they’re more kids than just Mikey?” Gerard asked quickly.

    Frank glanced at Gerard one last time before leaving the table, “Goodbye Gerard. Wait a few minutes before leaving.”

    Gerard watched as Frank ducked out of the door and walked out of the parking lot and out of sight. Gerard waited another five minutes before standing up and walking to his car. He begun the short drive back home, and the entire way he couldn’t get Frank off his mind; Frank and the hope that maybe, just maybe, he would see Mikey again.

    A/N: The ages have been changed as you can see. Gerard and Mikey are eight years apart.
     
  4. kobrakid13

    kobrakid13 Guest

    ~New reader~ or can I be a new reader after only 2 chapters? This story is really good so far! Can't wait for an update!
     
  5. Chemical 30

    Chemical 30 Just 'That' Girl

    Chapter 3

    That night Gerard did not sleep at all. He tossed and turned all night, he could not get the meeting with Frank off his mind. Something about this lead made Gerard’s stomach churn and cause the hairs on the back of his neck to stand straight up. He thought of that last time he had seen his little brother it was the morning before the attack, the morning before everything changed.

    Gerard grabbed the coffee and poured the hot liquid into the white mug on the counter. Mikey sat across from him; he was swinging his legs innocently as they hung off the edge of the counter.

    “Mom would kill you if she saw you sitting on the counter again.” Gerard smirked and took a small drink from his mug.

    Mikey crinkled his nose and nodded his head into the direction of the coffee mug, “I don’t know how you drink that stuff, it’s so gross!”

    Gerard chuckled, “It’s a drink from the gods Mikes… you’re too young to understand.”

    “I am not young!” Mikey pouted.

    “You’re nine, that’s young in my book.” Gerard grinned and ruffled Mikey’s hair.

    “Almost ten!” Mikey countered, trying to fix his shaggy hair.

    Gerard shook his head playfully, “I’ve got to go to school now, see you later Mikey.” Gerard grabbed his car keys that hung by the door and left the house.


    Gerard groaned and sat up. He rubbed his eyes before getting out of bed, giving up on getting any sleep. Had he known that that was going to be the last time he would see his brother he would have said so many different things, like how much he loved him. Gerard walked out into the living room and sat down on the couch. He watched as the sun began to make its morning ascent, colors of red, orange, and yellow danced and mixed together in the sky.

    Gerard didn’t know how long he simply stared at the rising sun but eventually the sky turned blue and he heard Lindsay shuffle out of the bedroom. She mumbled a good morning and made her way into the kitchen; Gerard assumed it was to make coffee. He had another day off that day, though he wished that he was working. He needed to get his mind off things.

    He decided that he was going to take his wife out for dinner that evening. She seemed excited; she didn’t get out much because of the baby. By six she was dressed and eagerly waiting for her husband to finish getting ready.
    Gerard took her to a small Italian restaurant a few miles away from downtown. He’d been there a few times with Ray and Jerry, but not with Lindsay. She carefully looked over the menu before deciding what she wanted. They ordered their food and the waiter filled their glasses with water.
    Lindsay smiled, “Thank you for taking me out tonight Gerard.”

    “My pleasure,” Gerard grinned; his eyes were wandering the restaurant when he saw a small figure walking in. He recognized the figure immediately as Frank, behind him was a tall, burly man. Tattoos adorned the man’s tan arms and his black hair was neatly slicked back. He noticed the slight resemblance he had with Frank, aside from the height. Gerard’s breath caught in his throat and he began to choke on the water he’d been drinking.

    “Gerard, honey, are you okay?” Lindsay asked with a concerned expression drawn upon her face. Gerard merely gave her the thumbs-up as he continued to cough. He looked over to where Frank and the man had been seated. Frank stared at him with wide, frightened eyes before quickly turning his attention back towards the other man. Once Gerard stopped coughing he returned his attention to his wife, she smiled sweetly in his direction.

    The couple talked about meaningless topics until their dinner was served. Gerard kept occasionally glancing over in Frank’s direction. Gerard observed through Frank’s facial expressions that he seemed to be in a heated conversation. Gerard excused himself from the table, saying that he needed to go use restroom. Lindsay simply nodded and continued to eat what was on her plate.

    Gerard entered the restroom and headed to the sinks. He splashed cold water on his face and looked at himself in the mirror. Dark rings hung below his eyes and his skin was ashy. He heard the door open and he watched as Frank walked in quietly.

    “What are you doing here?” Frank asked harshly.

    Gerard glared in his direction, “Taking my wife out to dinner, this is a public restaurant you know.”

    Frank grumbled something incoherently under his breath, “You can’t come here anymore. This is one of his favorite places to go.” Frank stated.

    “I can go anywhere I want to Frank, I am a grown man. And who is he?” Gerard asked.

    “No one. Please Gerard; if you want to see your brother again you need to listen to anything and everything I say. Time is running out for Mikey.” Frank said in a calm tone.

    “Why do you keep saying that? You’re keeping too much from me Frank.” Gerard stated.

    As soon as they heard the door opening again Frank quickly turned on the water. He acted as if he was just finishing up washing his hands.

    “Frank, it’s time to go.” The man from earlier ordered; Frank nodded and quickly followed him out the door. Once again Gerard was left staring after him in shock.

    After a few moments Gerard left the bathroom and rejoined his wife. She had finished her meal and was taking a drink of water.

    “You okay babe?” She asked.

    Gerard nodded his head, “Oh yeah, I’m fine. How did you like your dinner?”

    “It was great,” Lindsay smiled.

    Gerard paid for the meal and they walked out into the bitter night air. Lindsay shivered and Gerard wrapped an arm around her, trying to keep her warm as they walked to the car. Gerard started the drive home; all the while his mind was racing with thoughts; thoughts mainly about Frank and Mikey; who was Frank really? What did he mean when he said that Mikey’s time was running out? Where was his little brother?


    If only I knew Frank’s last name, Gerard thought, than I would be able to do some research. Gerard knew this was the exact reason why Frank didn’t give out any personal information. He wanted to keep Gerard in the dark, if they were going to play; it was only going to be by Frank’s rules.
     
  6. kadoodle

    kadoodle crazy cat lady Staff Member

    Oh geez. I'm so sorry I haven't commented. This story really needs more followers, because it's totally brilliant.
     
  7. Miz Erie

    Miz Erie Black Mariah Staff Member

    I'm really enjoying this!! I only found it today. I hope you'll update soon!! xo
     

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