This is my first Major Crimes story. I have been meaning to make this story. It's about Rusty and if Philip Stroh came after him. It has Rusty exploring his sexuality at first with Kris (remember her? I always liked her and wanted her to be good friends with Rusty since he was gay) so here it is.


"So... You basically asked me out just to tell me that you're gay?" Kris asked, raising an eyebrow at Rusty as they stopped in front of a tree at the local park.

"Well I... I know that probably sounds stupid and that this whole thing is kind of humiliating-"

"I was actually excited that this was going to be our first date. I mean, you haven't talked to me in a year and suddenly, 'Hey Kris, do you want to go out?'." she ranted.

"Okay! I'm sorry. I know this will probably sound so insensitive and rude but..." he sighed and shook his head. He was stupid to ever think that she would understand. And she was the only friend that he had his own age.

"What Rusty?" she sighed, looking down.

"I was wondering if-if you would kiss me. Just so I can be sure-"

"That you're either gay, straight or bisexual?" she asked, slightly grinning at how un-cliché the whole situation now was.

Rusty sighed in relief. "Well, yeah."

"Can I enjoy said kiss?" Kris smirked.

Rusty shrugged and smiled. "Sure, if you want."

"I get to kiss a cute guy, of course I want to enjoy it. Even if said guy is 'gay'." She grabbed his hand. "So, want to go to your place? It's nearby." she whispered, huskily.

The blonde nineteen year old looked down at their conjoined hands, feeling a bit of a twinkling sensation in his hand. "Sure."

They started to walk out the park when they got stopped by a man, budging his way past Rusty, clipping his shoulder.

"Ouch, yeah, thanks for the apology man!" Rusty yelled after the man.

"Let's just go. Did he hurt you badly?" Kris asked, switching sides so she could gently rub it.

"No, not too bad. I'm alright." He smiled at her and held out his hand for her to take.

"You're a gentleman, Mr Beck."

"You're a nice lady, I guess." he smirked, receiving a hit on his arm.

...

Rusty fumbled for his keys in his bag. "I swear I put them in here!" he mumbled, finally finding them but dropping them on the floor in the process.

"I'll get it." Kris said, bending down to pick them up. "And I'll kindly open the door since I'm a 'nice lady'." she giggled, opening the door.

"Thanks." Rusty blushed, taking the keys from her hand and placing them in the key bowl by the door.

"I've never actually really been into your home. It's pretty sweet with a dope view." Kris commented, drawing the blinds closed.

Rusty placed his bag on the sofa and chuckled "Well, that 'dope view' is gone."

"I just thought that since you were gay, you wouldn't want anyone to see you kissing a girl and thinking you were bi." she shrugged, grinning as she placed her hands on his shoulders.

"I have to warn you, I'm experienced in this sort of thing." Rusty said.

Kris raised a cheeky eyebrow. "Oh, are you?" she whispered lowly, closing her eyes and placing her lips onto his.

Rusty's eyes fluttered closed as he snaked his arms around his friend's waist and pulled her closer. Their lips moved in sync as Rusty's tingling feeling came back, eating at his chest and stomach.

He gasped, breaking the kiss. "That... was intense." Kris mumbled, placing her fingers on her lips. "So are you still gay or-"

She didn't get far since Rusty latched his lips onto hers again and gently manoeuvred them into his bedroom for privacy if Sharon were to come home early. He laid her on the bed as they continued to make out, her hands gripping onto his back tightly.

They only stopped for air and as soon as they were detached, they started to laugh. "Bi?" he whispered.

"Probably. I haven't had experience with kissing gay guys. Actually, I haven't even had my first kiss until you stole it."

"Shit, I'm sorry. "Rusty cursed. "You probably didn't want to waste it on a bi or gay guy, did you?"

"It's cool. It's someone I know well-ish and he's cute." she said, kissing his nose lightly.

"You keep saying that I'm cute. Trust me, Kris, once you know what I've done in my past... you wouldn't call me 'cute'." he sighed, laying beside her.

Kris placed a leg over his waist and sat on his stomach. "I don't need to know about your past to know that it hurts you every time that you think about it, Rusty. I don't care about your pass unless you killed someone. I care about the present and the future."

"You can relax. I haven't killed anyone." he smiled, sweeping her hair behind her ear. "I just had a bad start."

"You don't have to tell me about it." she mumbled, kissing his lips once more. Her hands travelled to his button up as she started to undo the buttons. "Let's take this to another level, yeah?"

"All the way?" Rusty asked nervously. He had stolen her first kiss. Now she wanted to give him her virginity?

"All the damn way, Russell. I've waited so long for this with you."

"But I'm-"

"Don't care." she whispered, moving to his trousers and unzipping them.

"Kris! No, stop!" Rusty firmly gripped her hands and kissed them. "Please, stop."

Kris's eyes started to water. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me. I've had this stupid crush on you and I just wanted you to want me..." she cried.

"Hey... It's not you, it's me. It's to do with-"

"Your past? Look, from the moment Captain Raydor adopted you, it was a clean slate. To me, you're a virgin. I don't care about your past."

"But, you shouldn't waste something so valuable on me."

"I want to." she smiled softly, outlining his face with her finger. "You mean an awful lot to me, Rusty Beck and I would give you the world. Even after this and you still feel indifferent towards me, that would be my own clean slate. Gay, bi, straight, I will still want you to take this gift."

"Let's do it." he said, gently pulling her head towards his so he could place his lips on hers.

"And as they would say, 'Deflower me'." she giggled, taking off her top and resuming kissing him.

...

"That was amazing. Thanks." Kris said, blushing as she laid on his bare chest.

"No problem." Rusty smiled, stroking her hair.

There was a thud on the door and she leaned up, confused "Expecting anyone?" she asked, getting out of the bed and putting his shirt on.

"No. Stay here, I'll get it." he quickly got dressed and kissed her lips, making her bite them in happiness.

Rusty walked out, closing the door and looked through the peephole, spotting no-one. Confused, he opened the door and looked around.

Nothing.

Probably some prank.

Rusty was about to close the door when he felt himself fall back on the floor, disorientated. He groaned and tried to focus is eyes on the dark figure in front of him.

"Who-"

"Forgotten me already, Mr Beck?"

The voice sounded familiar but his head was pounding too much to actually observe and digest.

The man kicked Rusty in the stomach, making the latter grunt in pain. Rusty got up slowly and crawled over to the table beside the door and tried to reach for Sharon's spare gun which was taped underneath it. The man however thought he was reaching for the landline beside it and kicked his arm, punching Rusty square in the jaw.

Meanwhile back in his bedroom, Kris was becoming impatient. She slowly and quietly crept to the door and opened it quietly, gasping subtly as she saw the scene unravel before her eyes.

She brought her hand up to her mouth to stop her from crying out as she watched Rusty get beaten up, violently and cruelly.

Hot tears slipped down her face as she closed the door quietly and rushed to her bag, grabbing her phone and dialling 911.

"991, what's your emergency?"

"Police, ambulance. Hurry!" she cried, whispering. "He's going to kill him! Request for Captain Raydor! It's her son, please hurry." she sobbed.

"Please stay calm, the authorities are noted and will be there shortly."

"What about his mom?"

"On her way. She has been informed and she has told us the address. Stay clam, and stay put. May I have your name?"

"K-Kris." she cried. "Oh my God, I think..." she stopped when she didn't hear the grunting or groaning from outside. She heard a knock on the door and her eyes widened as she gasped. "He's found me! Oh my God, he's knows I'm here!" she sobbed.

Her eyes widened when she heard a gun shot and she nearly threw up.

"Kris? Are you still there?"

The door opened and she turned around, dropping her phone in fear and shock as the man walked closer to her.

"Another damn witness." he mumbled, shaking his head as he raised the gun.

"Please." Kris cried, shaking her head. "I'll do anything. Just don't kill me."

"Oh, I don't intend to. You're not what I came for, after all." he pulled the trigger, aiming at her shoulder, causing the eighteen year old to fall back onto the bed, screaming and clutching her shoulder.

"Hello? Kris, are you there?"

"And you won't be needing this." With a final shot, the phone laid shattered on the floor. He swiftly left, heading for the supply closet down the hall of the apartment, leaving the door wide open.


How was that? Thanks for reading.