Well, then. The police were truly concerned. "My ass you are," he said lightly. "I've read the books, remember? You can't force someone into protective custody."
"Mr. Maxwell, it would be in your best interest-"
"No! Absolutely not. I finally have a stable life, you know? I won't let you take that from me." He turned decidedly away. "Now, do you want a drink?"
There was no sound when suddenly Duo's wrist was caught in a vice-like grip. Duo turned in shock to face straight into those dark blue orbs. "Mr. Maxwell, I'm afraid you do not understand the severity of your predicament."
"Yeah, you're right," Duo snapped irritably. "I don't – because you won't tell me!"
"It's confidential," he said stubbornly.
Yeah. Yeah, it was. Whatever leads they may have gotten, they weren't reporting them to their superior. Apparently Yuy didn't want Shinigami's help. "Fine. Then don't expect me to cooperate." He tugged his hand free and walked into the kitchen. He needed a drink.
Heero's on a murder case with no leads, and he pulls in Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei to help him out. Who are G, O, S, and H? And who is killing them? Who's the next target? And who is Shinigami, who helps from within the shadows?
My notes: When it comes to the actual murder mystery plot, this fic requires a little suspension of disbelief. The serial killing plot is... shh, just go with it, okay? About halfway through it morphs into a crime drama that's much better plotted and paced. But what's important is the characterization here - all of the characters are fun and very in-character, and the interplay between them all is easy to get caught up in. CW for violence, torture, and one kind of unnecessary fridging.