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Rock of Ages, Forever	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 4548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Def Leppard. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The following is purely fictional and never happened. It will feature all band members of Def Leppard, Rick Savage, Joe Elliott, Phil Collen, Rick Allen, Vivian Campbell, Steve Clark. Characters from the television series Forever Knight, Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. All other characters are mine. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
Thanks for reading. Enjoy.
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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt6

Joe slammed the phone down for the tenth time in so many days. Taking a deep breath he ran his hands over his face.
“Did it help?” Vivian asked.
“What?”
“Slamming the phone down. Did it help?”
“No.” Joe grumbled going over the window, he pulled the drapes back and peered outside at the brightly lit city lights.
“Anything I can do?” Vivian asked as he sat down in the chair opposite Joe.
“Yeah, tell me where Sav is.”
“I don’t know the answer to that any more than you do.”
“I’ve called everyone I can think of, but no body has seen him.”
“Did you guys get into a fight that day?”
“No, he kept going on about the studio…I already told you guys that. Lacey showed up, I poked fun at her, as I always do, they left and that’s the last time I saw him.”
“I wasn’t in the hotel that night so I didn’t see them either.”
”And no one else did.” Joe told him.
“Maybe its time to call the police.” Vivian suggested.
“And tell them what? Our bass player has ran off with a beautiful woman and hasn’t been seen in almost six weeks.”
”Yeah, something like that.” Vivian smirked.
“They won’t get any further than I have, which is no where.”
“They do have more contacts Joe.”
“Why would he just disappear like that?” Joe said in frustration.
“You looked exhausted,” Vivian commented. “When was the last time you had any rest?”
“Yesterday, day before, I don’t know.”
“Do you need something to help you sleep?”
“No, I don’t need anything to help me sleep.” Joe replied sarcastically.
“Ok…this is getting no where. I’ll get the others and call the police, maybe they can do something.” Vivian informed him, not really giving Joe an other option.
“Fine, but I doubt it.”
**
Hours later every one had gathered in Joe’s room. Talking about the shows that had already been postponed and the ones that may have to be. Some fans were upset but understood. Some how word had leaked out that that the bass player for Def Leppard had quit. The press was having a field day with the story. The reporters hounded everyone, especial Joe. One reporter had said according to eyewitness that Joe and Sav had a knock out, drag down fight about the night in question, and that is why Sav quit. Joe was livid at the article, calling the newspaper that printed it and literally cussed out the editor, which only added fuel to the fire. The editor printed a retraction for the article the next day.
Now, they all sat around waiting on the police. Vivian watched Joe as he keep nodded off, only to jerk awake.
“He needs to get some sleep.” Vivian told Phil.
“I know, but he won't.”
“Maybe we should slip something in his drink.” Vivian suggested as he leaned closer to Phil.
“Uh…no, bad idea.”
“Very bad idea.” Joe said from his chair.
“You need to get some rest Joe.” Vivian told him again, not that it would do any good.
“I’m fine.” Joe replied softly.
Phil shrugged his shoulders. “Told you.”
The phone rang and Vivian answered. “Yeah, I did....send them up,” He hung up the receiver. “The police are on the way up.”
A few minutes later they knocked on the door.
“I got it.” Vivian said and opened the door to greet them.
“Hi, Detective Nick Knight, Metro Homicide, Detective Lynda Samos.” He said flashing his badge. Vivian showed them in and introductions were made.
Joe eyed the tall blonde Detective Knight wearily.
“I listen to your music, I guess you could call me a closet fan.” Lynda told them. “Its just that it would have been better if we didn’t have to meet under these circumstance.”
“Why is that Detective Samos?” Joe asked as he watched Detective Knight move about the room looking around, stopping at Sav’s suitcase. He flipped the lid open, moving the clothes around and pulled out the cards that were there.
“Do you mind?” Joe said to him.
”Who was the last person to see Mr. Savage?” Detective Knight asked, placing the cards in an evidence bag.
“I was, right here in this room.” Joe told him.
“What are you going to do with those?” Phil asked indicating the cards.
“Send them down to be dusted for finger prints.” Detective Samos said.
“I think we all touched those.” Vivian put in.
“Have you all been finger printed before?” Detective Knight asked.
They all answered yes.
“Do any of you have an up to date picture?” Detective Samos asked.
“I do in my room,” Rick said. “Want me to get it?”
”We can get it when we look through your room.” Detective Knight told him.
“Why would they send Homicide Detectives?” Vivian wanted to know.
“We’re treating this as a kidnapping.” Detective Samos said.
“Kidnapping?” Phil repeated. “Why?”
Detective Knight held up the evidence bag, still looking through the suitcase. “He was being stalked.”
“That doesn’t mean anything. We get them all the time.” Joe said louder than was needed.
Detective Knight looked up at him. “I understand you had an argument with him that day.” It came out more of a statement than a question.
“You understand wrong. He was aggravated.”
“Why is that Mr. Elliott?”
“I’m not discussing his private life with you, Detective Knight.” Joe said angrily.
“We’ll need his bank account number.” Lynda informed no one in particular. “Does any one have it?”
“I do.” Joe said not looking away from Nick. “Why?”
“Why am I not surprised?” Nick said softly, scratching his chin.
“To see if he has accessed his account since he disappeared.” Samos said.
“Why are you the only one that has the numbers Mr. Elliott?” Nick asked moving toward the bathroom.
“He gave them to me years ago.” Joe said as he wrote them down and handed them to Samos.
Nick glanced at the paper. “He has two bank accounts, one here and one in Dublin?”
“What’s wrong with that?” Vivian asked.
“Nothing,” Nick answered. “When was the last time you accessed his account Mr. Elliott?”
“It’s been awhile.”
“Within the last two weeks?”
”I don’t remember.” Joe said quickly.
Nick looked at Lynda a moment and moved toward the bathroom.
“Do any of you have reason to believe that some one would want to cause harm to Mr. Savage?” Lynda asked the question. It was directed more at Joe, than the others.
“I think I can speak for every one here Detective Samos.” Phil said as he looked around the room. “We have no idea where he is.”
“What about you Mr. Elliott?” Nick called from the other room.
Joe couldn’t hold out any longer, his angry frustrated laugher echoed around the room.
Nick came out of the bathroom. “I don’t find the situation funny Mr. Elliott.”
“Just ignore him, his been under a lot of stress lately.” Phil said.
“No doubt.” Nick commented. “Is it common to carry a knife around? One that is of illegal length in many states here.” He dropped the knife in another evidence bag.
Joe’s laughter died. “I get it, you think I had some thing do with his disappearance.”
Everyone looked at him, shocked that he would say that.
“You were the last one to see him.” Nick said.
“No, I wasn’t.”
“That’s what you said earlier.” Lynda reminded him.
“Yeah, here at the hotel. But he left with Lacey to go to the The Crystal Club.”
“Lacey who?” Nick said.
“Lacey Garrett.”
Nick dropped his hard, steady gaze from Joe's and looked over to Lynda. "Have they been seeing each other?"
"Yes." Rick answered. "You don't think she..."
“How long have they been seeing each other?” Nick asked, turning his attention back to Joe.
“I don’t know 6…8 weeks maybe.” Joe told him.
“Did they leave on foot or car?”
“A car I would assume.” Joe said.
Nick pulled out his card and handed it to Vivian. “If you can think of anything else you might want to add, call me at that number. May I remind you all not to leave town for now.” Nick said, once again looking directly at Joe. “Lets go Lynda.”
“But Nick, I’m not….” Lynda started.
“We’re done here for now.” He told her moving to the door.
“Well nice meeting you all, thank you for your cooperation.” Lynda said and followed Nick out.
Phil glanced over at Joe. “Is there something your not telling us Joe?”
Joe spun toward him. “I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer.”
“They think you did something.” Vivian said.
“Let them think what they want,” Joe said angrily. “All I know is that Sav walked out that door over six weeks ago and…puff he’s gone. I can’t believe you would think I did something.”
“I didn’t say that.” Phil said.
“You implied it!” Joe yelled back.
“Hey, look guys,” Rick started. “Yelling at each other gets us no where. Joe would never do what you or the police are thinking.”
“We’re all worried about him Joe.” Phil said.
“Yeah, and I just do it more vocally.” He was much calmer now.
“Get some rest, before you start biting our fingernails off.” Rick told him with a chuckle.
Joe looked down at his fingers. “Yeah, I guess I have.”
“Don’t worry they’ll find him.” Phil said and slapped him on the back.
Vivian pushed him toward the bed. “Now, you just lie here and do nothing else like a good little boy.”
“I won’t be able to sleep.” Joe grumbled and flopped on the bed.
“Try anyway.” Phil told him. “And we’ll see you later.”
****
Two more days went by with nothing new to go by, the test for fingerprints showed only the five of theirs. There was blood on the knife, that test so far was inconclusive. They had tracked down a rental car in Lacey’s name but have yet to find it. Lynda had keep them up to date on everything they found out, which wasn’t much and as it stood now, they were at a dead end. A look into the bank accounts only showed one withdrawal after Sav had disappeared. Nick and Lynda obtained the security tape and viewed it. It clearly showed Joe withdrawing the money and he was hauled into the station for questioning. Nick questioned him for three hours. He told them a hundred times that access to his bank account was down for hours, he needed money to eat and buy a few personal things that he had ran out of. No matter how flustered Joe became, his story never changed. When they finally let him go, after confirming his story with the Branch Office of his bank, reporters bombarded them outside the police station. Phil told him to keep his mouth shut and head for the car.
****
Joe hung up the phone softly this time.
“Well?” Phil said.
“They're not very happy because I postponed the next month worth of shows.”
“We could always reschedule them.”
“That’s what I said, but they want us to get another bass player.”
“You’re kidding.”
“That tells you something about the record company.” Joe commented.
“I don’t think they meant it like that Joe.”
“I know.” He said wearily. ”They want me to keep them up to dated on the investigation, which I knew wouldn’t do any good.”
“They did find out she had a car.”
“And that’s all they know.” Joe said.
“At least it’s something.”
Taking a deep breath and rubbing his face Joe began. “I don’t know Phil…I don’t think I can do th…..”
A soft knock interrupted him. Phil got up to answer it while Joe stood by the window.
“Hi Mr. Collen.” Lynda said forcing a smiling. “Hope we didn’t catch you at a bad time, may we come in?”
“No, not at all, we were just talking about the tour and how it’s going no where until we find Sav.” Phil told them.
“Um…that’s why we decided to come by instead of tell you on the phone.”
“Tell us what?” Joe said.
“Maybe you should get the others?” Nick said from behind Lynda. Nick wanted to watch Joe’s reaction from what they where about to be told.
“I don’t want to wait for the others.” Joe snapped. His nerves already on edge when he saw Nick walked in behind Lynda.
“Did you find him?” Phil asked.
Lynda looked briefly at Nick. Taking a breath, she chose her words carefully. “We …uh found an unidentified body this morning about….”
“Oh shit…..I don’t want to here this.” Joe said and tried to go into the bathroom, but Nick grabbed his arm to stop him.
“You have to understand Mr. Elliott.” Nick began and tightened his grip. “This maybe a murder investigation now.”
“And I’m on top of the list.” Joe shot back, snatching his arm away.
“You’re the prime suspect.” Nick told him.
“Fuck you.” Joe growled and shoved him away.
“I could arrest you for assault.”
“Fine, then do it!” Joe yelled. “I didn’t do anything goddamnit, Sav is..”
Phil quickly came between them and pushed Joe back over to the window. “Joe, this isn’t helping.”
“The body is badly decomposed and we’ll need his medical records to make a positive identification.” Lynda continued.
“They’re on the bus.” Phil said.
“Does he have any scars or tattoos that would help?”
“Um…a uh….scar on his leg from a busted beer bottle.”
“Which one?” she asked.
“Le…no right one, down on his calf.” Phil told her.
“Your talking like you already know its him.” Joe said.
“Once we get the medical records and do an autopsy, we’ll know for sure. This could take several more days to run all the test.”
“He wore a ring,” Joe whispered, now that he was much more calm and letting there news sink in. “He never took it off, except to change it around, did you find it?”
Lynda flipped through her notes. “No, the body didn’t have any jewelry.”
“What about his clothes, I know everything he owns?”
“You seem to know quite a bit about him Mr. Elliott.” Nick commented.
“We’ve all lived out of each others pockets for the past eighteen years, lived together, worked together, can finish each others sentences. Even slept in the same bed, when we couldn’t afford two rooms. I guess you can say that I know these guys pretty damn good.”
“There weren’t any clothes on the body.” Lynda told him when he was finished.
Joe took a deep breath, closing his eyes, he turned away from them. Phil had moved over to the chair and slumped down in it.
“I know what your thinking Mr. Elliott, but at least wait until he can positively identify the body.” Lynda told him. “We’ll let you know when we find out something. But until then, stay in town. We’ll let our self’s out.”
When Nick didn’t show any signs that he was going to follow her, she grabbed his coat sleeve and dragged him out of the room.
“Why are you being so hard on him, you know he didn’t do anything.”
“I wasn’t sure until now.” Nick told her.
“I wouldn’t blame him if he punched you. That was very cruel Nick.”
“The world is a cruel place Lynda.” Nick shrugged as they got in the car.
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