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Slow Motion	By : clandestinecassie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Panic! At The Disco Views: 2102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Panic! At the Disco. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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rendon stopped at the door and prayed that the cops wouldn't arrest him and he wracked his brain trying to think of all the rights he thought he had. brendon pulled the door open and there on his porch stood two police officers. the two men were both fairly young, probably in their early to mid twenties.
"mr. urie, i'm detective higgenson." the cop to the left said "and this is detective blackinton." the first cop said as he motioned to the cop on his right. brendon didn't know detective higgenson but he did know detective blackinton, detective blackinton or ryland happened to be one of gabe's oldest friends.
brendon had met him at gabe's house a few time's while he was off duty. brendon thought that it was ryland that allowed gabe to get away with as much as he did. ryland was after all just one of gabe's many poweful connections.
brendon watched ryland wondering if the man recongized him. ryland was tall, probably around six foot like gabe himself. he was wearing the typical cop uniform, dark blue short sleeved shirt and pants with a hat and a shiny golden badge.
ryland brought a hand up and scratched at the stubble along his jawline. he had a long face and light brown hair that fell a little past his ears. he had large white teeth that were a bit crooked in the front and he looked like an asshole but from what brendon could recall he was a pretty nice guy.
"mr. urie can we come in please?" detective higgerson asked, brendon snapped back to attention and nodded. he stepped aside and allowed the two officers to come into his modest home. brendon shut the door behind the men and turned to face them.
"so uh what can i do for you?" brendon asked trying not to sound like he was guilty of any crime. detective higgerson smiled at brendon as he raised a hand.
"we just wanna ask you a few questions mr. urie, nothing to be worried about." he said. brendon nodded though he didn't recall ever mentioning that he was worried.
"relax, tom. you're gonna scare the kid." ryland said to detective higgenson or tom, tom frowned a bit. brendon watched the detective named tom, he was younger then ryland. brendon bet that tom was the rookie cop, eager to prove himself. while ryland was the veteran who has nothing left to prove.
tom was still frowning, his large teeth covered by his tight thin lips, he had brown hair that was messy and fell forward into his dark eyes. the most distinguishable feature of tom's was his nose, it was pretty large and kinda crooked like maybe it had been broken before. he was still handsome despite it, brendon thought that if he squinted tom kinda reminded him of ryan.
thinking of ryan brendon suddenly remembered that ryan was still in the house. he tore his gaze away from tom and instead looked to ryan's room, where he had sent ryan to get dressed. he noticed that the beat up dark blue door wasn't closed but hanging open ajar and brendon could only hope that ryan wouldn't be curious to come and see who was in the living room, because in that moment he didn't think he could explain why he had ryan in his house without proper care licenses or whatever people needed to care for special people.
tom noticed brendon staring at the door and he too turned his head slowly to see the slightly opened door. "what's in that room mr. urie?" tom asked as he turned his entire body to face the door. ryland turned too and looked towards ryan's room.
brendon felt his heart beat faster and his mind raced for various excuses. 'he's my brother.', 'he's my lover?', 'he's a total stranger and i don't know why he's naked in my house.'
"that's my roomate's room." brendon said as he settled on the honest route, he tried not to think that it was important that he didn't mention that ryan was mentally challenged and had just been raped.
"oh really? a roomate?" tom asked and it might have been brendon's imagination but it seemed as if he were excited that maybe he would find some illegal activities going on in brendon's house, or in ryan's room. "so you won't mind if we take a look around in there?" tom asked and brendon knew that they needed a warrent to search houses and he figured it would be better if he let them have a look around, just so tom didn't seem so suspicious but he didn't want to put ryan through that.
"not unless you have a warrent." brendon said and he thought that he sounded like a dick but he couldn't help it. tom frowned and ryland looked like he might laugh if it wouldn't serve to piss tom off.
"well then do you mind if we ask you a few questions mr. urie?" ryland asked and brendon nodded.
"can you call me brendon?" he asked the police as the name mr. urie was making him think of his father...and that was something that brendon didn't have enough drugs in his system to deal with at the moment.
"sure, brendon." ryland said with a grin because he already knew brendon's first name from their meetings at gabe's place. "can we take a seat?" ryland asked as he motioned to the worn couch that sat in the living room, the same couch where just a day before pete had been laying.
brendon nodded and went into the living room with the two cops on his tail, brendon took a seat in the sunken gray shabby armchair that william had found in the grabage about a year and a half ago. tom and ryland both took a seat on the dark blue stained and probably on it's last leg couch.
"brendon, do you know a guy named brent wilson?" tom asked, brendon pulled his legs up into the chair with him, a way that always seemed to calm him. he tried to keep himself relaxed because he knew all along that the police had come for this reason alone, brent must've mentioned that he was going to see brendon before he died or someone had spotted the two together.
"yeah, sure i know brent. we used to go to school together." brendon said, trying to sound like he didn't know that brent was in some morgue somewhere on the upper side of town.
"so you two were friends?" tom asked and brendon nodded.
"yeah, pretty close till after graduation." brendon told the two officers, he was trying his best to look at the officers just enough, not too much but not too little and the paranoia that they already knew he was guilty was driving him crazy.
"so you must know that brent was found dead yesterday on the west bank of burbury park?" ryland chimed in, despite him being friends with gabe, he was still a cop and brendon doubted that ryland would let him get away with murder...literally.
brendon tried to look as shocked as he could, like if he found out that one of his other friends had been found dead in a park. "oh...oh my god." brendon said as he brought his hands up to his mouth in mock surprise, never in his life had he felt more like a douchebag then that moment.
"yes, well brendon...we have a witness that says that brent mentioned three days before his death that he was going to meet up with you." tom said as he leaned forward a bit to stare down brendon.
shit brendon most certainly didn't know that...but he had figured that he would've done something like that.
"yeah, i met up with him two days ago. he came by and said he owed someone money, he told me he needed to borrow my car. i asked him where he was going but he wouldn't say, he left and brought the car back about two and a half hours later." brendon said, he was pulling this lie out of his ass but he prayed that it sounded real.
brendon didn't know where brent had been staying in the days before his death but he hoped that wherever brent was he hadn't been accounted for.
the next hour and a half dragged by much too slowly for brendon's liking. the two cops sitting before him playing good cop bad cop on him. tom was of course the bad cop and ryland was the good cop. the two of them took turns questioning brendon about his relationship with brent and where brendon was the day he had been killed.
brendon had told them that he had been with andy for most of the day, he figured it was a good aliby because andy was a respectable person who didn't do drugs. they also asked brendon if he ever used a gun and brendon lied and told them no, he also told them to feel free to see if he had ever owned a gun. knowing that because of ryland and gabe, no connection between him and the gun would be found.
the cops stood and brendon shook their hands as they left. tom and ryland also said that they'd be back with a warrant to properly search the house. brendon shuddered internally at the thought of tom rifiling through his house but he agreed all the same.
brendon stood at the window in the living room, the one that faced the front yard and the street. he watched as the black and white cop car pulled out of his driveway and down the narrow street. brendon heard thumping behind him and looked to see ryan dressed in swimming trunks and a tank top standing next to him.
"co-cops-go-away-bren-brendon?" ryan asked as he looked up hopefully at brendon. brendon nodded as the redlights of the cop car reflected in the hot sun.
"yeah, ryan cops gone."
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