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-Have you heard about the last gossip in the precinct?
Voices were coming from outside the locker room, where Danny was trying to ease a heavy headache he had since that morning. It was 5 pm, a long shift; he was called to a crime scene at 7 am. No doubt the headache was largely due to the lack of sleep.
-They say he's getting serious; he's going to leave his life as a playboy. Rosie even told me he actually left his work undone because he had a date with her.
Danny started to get interested in this gossip. The voices seemed to linger by the door of the locket room. The lights were off and it was completely silent inside; they must have thought no one was inside. Those two were very dangerous, always talking about everybody. He still remembered the day they came in the same bar he did and he had to leave the man he had been about to screw in the bathroom… No, those two really were a danger if someone was trying to keep secrets. He felt sorry for the poor soul that was their new target.
-Do you know who she is?
Life for a man like Danny was pretty difficult as it was, he don't need everybody around him knowing he liked the same gender. He'd known he was gay for a long time; it was the real reason why he didn't join Tanglewood. One day he was with Sonny and Louie, and he saw how they badly beat a man just because they thought he had kissed another man. Later they just realized it was a really ugly woman, but the damage was done.
"No faggot should live in the same city I do," said Sonny then, and Danny just felt he needed to get as far away as possible from all the Tangelwood boys, Louie included.
-I have no idea, and nobody has seen her, but to get a man like him, she must be really gorgeous. I mean, have you really taken a look at him? My God, he's absolutely first class material.
Danny actually laughed at this remark. They said the same thing about him last week when they caught him sleeping on his desk. Paperwork can be very boring, plus the extra time he had been working, meant a very tired Danny. They assumed he had been awake all night by some nympho girl. As if, the closest he had been to getting laid all year was the time the same gossips saw him in that bar.
He went back to that memory, he liked that man. He was a dark-haired and blue-eyed New Yorker, but something was wrong with him: his hands weren't as soft as they should have been, his voice wasn't as strong, his eyes didn't look at him with a promise of protection and friendship. Those weren't the eyes he really needed to look at him with a different promise, a promise of love and devotion.
-Yeah, I know what you mean. He has a perfect body, and he's smart, too. And… someone even told me he has money, a lot of money. Something about an uncle dying and some properties.
He kept listening to the words the women were saying while he thought. That's the reason for his headache, his long, restless nights, his long nights looking for a solution in a male form. He needs him, he knows it, but there are a lot of things that makes him stop. He can't really do what he wants and needs, he can't lose his friendship and expose him to the kind of shit he's been hiding all those years. NYPD isn't the best place to have an affair with a team mate, especially if he's the same gender as you. Much less if you want to have a same gender relationship with the son of Don Flack, permanent legend in all the precincts in New York, and some in Jersey. They'd never talked about it; he hadn't even told Flack he's gay. He's waiting for a moment, for the right moment. He's been waiting for the right moment for almost six years.
-I understand the uncle making him his favorite, and who wouldn't? He's perfect!
He'd never seen any kind of signal from the homicide detective. Apart from all the looks Flack's been giving him, but those are work related, Flack's job is to make sure Danny doesn't have any problems at the crime scenes. The ones he gave him outside were more for inertia. It's impossible for someone like Flack to be interested in a guy like him; he's lucky Flack even took the time to drink beers and play hoops with him, even if lately he's been busier and couldn't go anywhere with him. Danny should talk to him to see if something was wrong.
-Yeah, I gotta tell you, he's lucky he's taken, if he wasn't he should have to deal with me and my seduction weapons.
Danny remembered her seduction weapons, he even remembered the slap in his face after he asked her if her blouse was wet since he could see her nipples through the fabric. He listened as the footsteps began again; they were starting to move away from him. He found his aspirin and put two in his palm before putting the bottle inside his locker again. In a fast movement, he popped them in his mouth and drank from the water bottle he had beside him. He hoped he got better by the time he got to the metro. All that noise and the metro itself were hard even when he was well, with a headache, the subway was sure to be unbearable.
-Yeah, but as Roxie said, he's pretty whipped. He's a workaholic and left without finishing paperwork. Sorry honey, but Detective Flack is off the market now.
Danny felt like the locker room's walls are closing in around him. Knowing he was out of his league was difficult; losing every little piece of hope was like feeling his soul being ripped with a very sharp bistoury.
That's all by now. Feel free to tell me what you think about it.