Detectives Mitchell and Marks were arguing again. Right in front of her this time, too. Kendall suppressed a sigh and clacked on her keyboard, waiting for them to come to some kind of uneasy truce so that they could eventually move on to whatever had brought them here. She often wondered why they didn't just hit the sack and fuck it out. It was obvious that the blonde was in dire need of a good roll in the hay. Even more obvious was the fact that the other man wanted to be the one to give him that tumble. They, however, were in deep denial. She looked up at the two bickering detectives and rolled her eyes. Focusing on her screen, she began typing.

"You want me," Travis teased. "C'mon, Wes, man you know you can't deny it."

"Of course I can deny it, Travis, because it's not true!"

Travis shot his partner a disbelieving look. "Whatever floats your boat, baby. But I know the truth. I remember what happened in the back seat of your car on that last stakeout."

Wes' face flushed at the memory. He hadn't meant for it to happen that night, not that way, but it had and Travis wouldn't let him forget it.

A giggle built in Kendall's chest, threatening to escape. Slapping her hand over lushly painted lips, she attempted to keep it in. Even for her, this was a new level of geekdom. Was she seriously slashing her co-workers in such a shameless manner? Why, yes, yes, she was. And she had no regrets. They deserved it, after all, what with all the commotion they caused every time they entered the building.

Oh, and not to mention all the looks they gave each other. Those lengthy, yearning, desperate gazes they shared several times a day.

Or, was all that in her imagination? She made a mental note to ask Jonelle what she thought on that topic later.

Wes' eyes narrowed in suspicion, taking in the expansive grin on her face. "Something amusing on your screen, Kendall?"

He had no idea. "No, sorry detective. What can I help you two with today? Need me to run a plate or hack someone's security system?" Get Travis to fictionally polish that underused knob of yours?

"Not today, Kendall," Wes said, glancing at his partner. "What we need is…"

"What we need," Travis interrupted, "is for you to get on with it. Tell her that you need her to score Alex's cell phone records for you."

"Travis, that is not why we came here," Wes fumed. "I'm not going to invade her privacy, no matter my suspicions. We came here to…"

"Will you never let that go? It was one time. We were both exhausted and obviously not using our best judgment." He wasn't ashamed that he'd let his partner suck him off in the backseat of his Chrysler, he was, however, rather confused by the fact that he'd enjoyed it so damn much. And that Travis had been so fucking willing, too.

"Not until you admit to me that you enjoyed it. Or that you want me to do the same for you again." Travis smirked at him, giving him a long, lingering look. "Because you know I'd be more than happy to, Big Boy."

"Please don't call me that," Wes groaned.

Travis winked flirtily. "Whatever you say, man. But think about it, okay?"

Wes kept his mouth shut for fear of what might come out of it. Things like, "Dear god, please" and "Travis, it's all I think about some nights". Things that should never be said to another man, especially not to the man that was his partner.

"…isn't even listening to me," Wes complained.

Kendall's head shot up. "I'm sorry, Detective Mitchell, what was that again?"

She'd gotten caught, and by one of the sharpest detectives in the precinct, too. Kendall would have to be very careful, if she were to continue with her little stress reliever, because not much got past that man. Travis Marks could be flirted with and distracted, but not Wesley Mitchell. She had complete confidence she could do it.

Now, the real question was, how did she let the girls in on this – preferably without anyone else finding out in the process?

"As I was saying, Kendall," Wes continued, irritation showing in his voice and body language, "what Travis and I came to ask for was a list of manufacturing plants in the area of this latest hit. I've got an idea and I'd like a little more information before making any assumptions."

Kendall nodded, taking down the information, doing her best to focus on the real man in front of her, instead of the fictional man in her head.

"That was weird," she heard Travis mutter to Wes as they left her desk. He never would realize he wasn't quite as quiet as he thought he was.

Wes threw a covert look over his shoulder, agreeing. "It was. I wonder what's going on with her. She's usually much more…"

"…normal," Travis finished.

"Yeah, that." He glanced back at their favorite geek girl before shaking his head and returning his attention to Travis.

The memory of Travis' lips wrapped around his cock haunted his dreams. He woke up hard and horny every morning. It was getting to be unbearable. Travis said all he had to do was ask, but was he even able to ask?

"You're thinking about me," Travis observed, self-satisfied smirk plastered to his lips. "I can see it in your eyes. Not to mention in the bulge in your Armani slacks."

"Unnngh," Wes moaned, defeated. "Okay, you're right? Are you happy? I can't get that moment out of my head. It was good – too damn good to have come from you."

The smile on Travis' face widened, engulfing Wes in its brilliance. "See, I knew you'd liked it. What do you say, you want a second helping of all that is Travis Marks?"

Wes looked at his feet, noticing the growing length in his partner's tight jeans as he did so. Travis wanted him as much as he wanted Travis, this was a good sign. "God yes, but where?"

"Leave it to me," Travis assured him. "I know just the place."

"Is it far?" Wes hated the note of desperation in his voice.

"Nah, it's just downstairs."

"Down – wait, where are you taking me?" Wes' self-preservation instinct overrode even this massive hard on he had going.

"To the men's room near the morgue. It's empty this time of day."

"Do I want to know how you know this," he half asked, half begged.

"Probably not," he agreed. "Meet me down there in five."

"I'll be waiting in three."

"Oh, this is good," Kendall congratulated herself. She giggled into her shoulder, both amused and ashamed with herself, but having too much fun to care. Highlighting the entire passage, she copied and pasted it into an e-mail. With an evil grin, she hit send.

The blonde detective felt a buzzing at her hip, causing her to stop and pull her cell phone from her pocket.

"Everything okay, Kate," her partner called, stopping farther down the hall, reaching for her pocket as a chirp sounded from within.

"Yeah, just an email notification," she said, tapping the e-mail icon in the task bar of her phone. "Oh Amy," Kate grinned, "you have got to see this."

Amy glanced at her partner's outstretched phone, seeing they had the same e-mail.

To: Kate, Amy, Jonelle

From: Kendall

Subject: Open with caution

Ladies -

I think these two have finally gotten to me. See below.

Also: lunch tomorrow at the coffee shop. We have got to talk!

~K

"Oh my," Kate breathed.

"Uh, yeaaaaaaah," Amy agreed. "I think Kendall might just be on to something there, don't you?"

Kate laughed. "As if we haven't been speculating about just this for how long now?"

Amy grinned. "Oh, I don't know… for as long as they've been partners maybe?"

"Maybe. I wonder if Jonelle's alone."

She looked over her shoulder down towards the ME's office. "I say we go find out."

"I say you're right."

The two female detectives turned right and headed for the ME's office, comparing notes on Kendall's observations of 'the boys' as she was calling them. An intense but amiable argument broke out over which would be likely be the better endowed, Kate assuming it had to be Mitchell while Amy firmly stood behind Marks' tight jeans telling all.

"I mean, seriously, have you seen what sits behind that fly of his," she stage whispered outside Jonelle's office. "I'm not even sure a balled up sock would look that good."

"Mmmm," Kate disagreed. "I'm not sure. Those sexy suit pants hide more than they show, so there's always a chance."

"A chance for what?" Travis poked his head out of the ME's office, displaying that oh so special smile of his.

Kate and Amy looked at each other in horror before breaking into laughter. "A chance that Jonelle might still castrate you for cutting and running."

"And forgetting to call after," Amy added, rubbing it in.

Travis couldn't argue with that. "There's always that possibility," he agreed, "but I think I've worked my way back into her good graces finally."

"Let's hope so," the girls said in unison.

Travis dropped to his knees in front of his partner. Deft fingers worked at his belt buckle, opening it and tugging down the zipper. With a skill Wes had no idea Travis possessed, his cock was freed and exposed to the fluorescent lights of the men's room.

"Damn, you're hard," Travis approved, stroking his partner's length slowly before taking him into his mouth. Teasingly, he released Wes' cock, smiling evilly. "And you taste so fucking good, too."

Wes rocked his hips forward, sliding himself between Travis' eager lips. "Please Travis," he begged.

"Please what," Travis coaxed around a mouthful of cock. "Tell me, baby."

"Please," he gasped, "let me fuck your mouth."

"Like last time," he persuaded.

"Yes." He couldn't take much more of this. Travis had only just begun and he was already so close. "Like last time."

"Anything you want," he assured him. Travis opened his mouth wider, angling to take Wes deeper.

"Ungh, yeah, just like…" He lost his ability to speak, instinct and desire taking over.

Travis gripped his partner's hips, encouraging him along. Wes thrust, stilled, and exploded, a groan of absolute happiness bursting from his mouth. Pulling back, Travis licked his lips and smiled up at the blonde's flushed face.

"You are amazing," Wes whispered.

"I know I am, baby," Travis agreed. "Just wait until I get you in bed," he teased ominously, "and then you'll really see how amazing I can be."

Wes paled slightly, lust overriding his better sense. "I can't fucking wait."

"Kendall," she admonished herself, "you should be ashamed of yourself."

She shook her head, smirking at the effusive reply e-mails she'd gotten since sending out the first chapter of her smutfest. It was obvious that the girls were firmly on board with the idea. Kendall couldn't be happier. All she needed was another good dose of sexual tension in the work place, aka Wes and Travis going at each other like two sex starved teens, and she'd be good to go with inspiration for a few days. It really was just that easy.

It didn't hurt that they were both hot as hell and just as stubborn. Kendall believed that there wasn't anything more fun and satisfying than breaking the will of one such man. To be able to bend two of them to her will? Even if only in her fantasies? It was too much to resist.

Could she be held accountable for what those two did to her? She sure didn't think so. And her partners in crime – Kate, Amy, and Jonelle – couldn't agree more. They were even giving her ideas for the boys' next 'meet up' at Travis' trailer. Jonelle especially wanted to see Travis topped, and topped hard. Kendall wasn't sure Wes had that in him… but given the right encouragement, maybe he might.

She'd have to think about that later.

Much later.

Like tonight, in the bathtub.