Houston Knights is an American crime drama set in Houston, Texas. The show ran on CBS from 1987 to 1988 and had 31 episodes. The core of the show was the partnership between two very different cops from two different cultures. Chicago cop Joey LaFiamma is transferred to the Houston Police Department after he kills a mobster from a powerful Mafia family and a contract is put out on him. In Houston he is partnered with Levon Lundy, the grandson of a Texas Ranger. Although as different as night and day, and after a rocky beginning the two cops form a successful partnership and become friends. During the series, it is revealed that both LaFiamma and Lundy have their own personal demons. LaFiamma comes from a Mob family himself and his Chicago police partner was killed when he went ahead while LaFiamma waited for backup to arrive. Lundy´s wife was killed by a car bomb that was intended for him.
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Houston Knights Fanfiction
Be Careful What You Wish For
By Violet to Blue
Summery: A starry summer night gives Levon and Joe the opportunity to relax. But it also reveals a dark secret from Joe's childhood.
Chapter 1
"Come on, let´s call it a day." Levon Lundy threw the file he had just completed into the out box on his desk. His gaze travelled over to his partner on the job, Joe LaFiamma. Joe did not seem to hear him, he had closed his eyes. The file in front of him had fallen shut and the pen had slipped from his grip.
"Joe?"
"Mmh?"
"You still with me?"
"Mmh?"
Levon yawned. He could understand that Joe was tired. The week had been long and taxing, late hours, seemingly endless grillings, useless stakeouts. They had tried to complete the files on their last case before leaving for the weekend. Levon had pulled through. But Joe had obviously failed even though he usually was better with all the paperwork than Levon.
"Joe, you can finish this on Monday, I am sure Joanne won´t mind." Levon couldn´t help but smile at his sleeping partner. Their superior, Lieutenant Joanne Beaumont, would probably have laughed out loud at the picture at hand, had she still been around.
"Mmh?"
Levon got to his feet, put on his jacket and donned his hat. He rounded the desk and stepped up behind Joe. He bent down and put his hand on the other man´s shoulder as he softly spoke into Joe´s ear.
"You wonna stay here over the weekend or should I take you home?"
Joe started up in his chair. "Geeze, Lundy, can´t you say something before you scare me to death?" He felt his heart race and tried to cover his embarrassment by sounding annoyed. He had no idea how long he had nodded off for.
"You got anything planned for tonight?"
Joe stretched and yawned. He pushed the file away and picked up his wayward pen, then shook his head.
"You wonna join me for dinner at the ranch?"
Joe looked up in surprise. "What, you need to clear out your fridge?"
"No, I bought steaks and I was planning to set up the barbeque. I even got salad to go with it and a bottle of wine." Normally Levon did not care much for vegetables and beer was his usual drink of choice.
"Wow, what´s the occasion?" Joe had gotten up and picked up his teal colored jacket. He did not put it on though. The evening was still warm and pleasant.
"Well, I had a cancellation and instead of throwing it all into the bin I thought I might as well feed it to you," Levon smirked.
"Lundy, no way…" Joe harrumphed indignantly but then looked more closely at his smiling partner. "Stop making fun of me, will yah?"
Levon almost burst out laughing. "Joe, I wonna treat you to something good. What´s wrong with that?" He held the door of the bullpen open and they stepped out into the corridor. In passing Joe reached out and switched off the lights in the squad room. They had been the last officers of the Major Crimes Unit who had been on duty this Friday night.
"What have I done to deserve that?" Joe inquired skeptically.
Levon felt awkward. Joe had backed him up twice this week in difficult and dangerous situations. He knew that he could blindly rely on his partner. That was reason enough to treat his partner, his friend to a good meal and an evening of pleasant company. But that was not what he wanted to admit openly. He knew Joe would feel embarrassed about it and would probably reject the invitation. So he just did not answer but pulled Joe along to the parking garage in the basement of the police station. And Joe did not repeat the question but simply trailed along.
Having involuntarily left his large Italian family behind in Chicago, Joe often felt lonely on the days he spent off work. He did not like to admit it but rather tried to hide it as best he could. But Levon knew nonetheless. He did what he could to engage Joe in his weekend activities and convey the feeling he belonged. This night was no exception and Joe reluctantly, but with a sense of unvoiced gratitude, accepted the offer. Other than Levon, who was at times a loner and cherished the solitude, Joe thrived on human company. Their differences could easily be ascribed to the contrary upbringing and different cultural background. Due to that and the different tastes and lifestyles the partners sometimes found it hard to spend common time. But that also added to the diversity of their free time, each of them learning and getting to know what the other preferred and liked to do. It seemed that now at last they had found their individual ways to get along without aggravating each other.