Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the brilliant characters or themes related to the T.V show "The following" It would all go to Fox studios I believe and the creator Kevin Williamson. I also must say that I am receiving no profit at all from my stories.

Author's Note:

Well guys I have been spending weeks behind my laptop being a coward on whether or not to go with this. But I like so many others have become attached to Mike Weston, and love the relationship between him and Ryan Hardy and have to write a FF.

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Agent Weston sat at the table in the break room, his fold out chair squeaked as he adjusted himself crossing his arms and placing them on top of the table leaning forward. He looked down into the fold of his arms as Agent Parker was explaining something about the cult stuff she had to witness with her first years working for the FBI to Ryan Hardy who was sitting next to her. Mike sneered at his elbows feeling anger build up inside him as she explained what the "father" would do to his eldest child in a cult. Ryan also leaned forward towards Debra interestedly to peer at the pictures. He briefly looked at the Ipad Debra had in her hand, gruesome pictures of other activities that cults did displayed on the large screen.

Mike looked into Debra's pretty brown eyes as she kept talking, he admired how she could speak of things so professionally. He gave her a small sad apologetic smile as he saw her eyes soften when she looked down at the pictures. She returned the same tiny smile and took a deep breath as she closed her eyes, Mike had his suspicions that she probably had a personal connection with this kinda stuff. Hardy scooted his chair a bit closer and put an awkward hand on her smaller one. He gave her a twitch of his lips and his eyebrows relaxed instead of creased. That was Ryan Hardy's attempt of a true smile.

Debra turned her hand over and squeezed his hand giving him a knowing grin letting him know she knew he tried, Mike felt his lips tighten and stomach flip. He quickly switched his gaze to his zipper on his leather jacket. 'What the hell?' Weston asked himself inwardly confused. Shaking his head he looked up and saw Parker pull her hands towards the Ipad on her lap and let out a shaky laugh

"This guys, is really sad how us as young FBI agents spend our break time discussing terrible things like it's breakfast. There should be like some sort of contract after FBI academy saying 'warning emotional wounds and personal life down the drain' " Debra laughed this time more earnestly showing her white teeth through her fits of laughter she looked at Ryan who was smirking looking at the tabletop. He opened his mouth holding down a laugh saying

"Nothing beats your love life it should say 'must be married before entering the FBI' I mean seriously I feel bad for the new young latino guy that was recruited for forensics. That spicy tamale isn't going to even think about ladies' underwear after his first homicide photography for AT LEAST two weeks" Hardy glanced at Debra who was now laughing with a red face. Her contagious laughter filled the room and soon Ryan was chuckling slowly. His laugh was a low tremor that sounded like it came directly from his chest. Mike felt his stomach get lighter when he heard Ryan's laugh the lightness made him feel so peaceful he too was laughing easily.

The tension was gone in the room as everyone caught their breath, Debra with one hand gripped the Ipad, let out one last gradual breath, grabbed her cup of coffee and went to her office to e-mail a police department about any new information on Carroll's son. Ryan stood up as well wiping off his suit jacket, striding out the room. He rested his hand on the door frame and turned his head around towards Mike to ask him if he had any new idea's for ways to find Joe's followers but his eyes widened in surprise when he saw Mike's back rigid and stiff with his head buried into his hands. Hardy took a few steps toward him about to put his hand on his shoulder, but he tilted his head and turned around suddenly officially leaving the break room telling himself Weston doesn't need comfort if he's distraught about the cult stuff he probably wanted us all out.

Mike lifted his head to look at the doorway even more confused. He replayed what Ryan said in his head. He mouthed the words "Spicy Tamale" with his pale blue eyes bright with confusion. Mike chuckled and ignored the feeling of hope that swelled in his heart. Weston decided that there and then would be the wrong time to explore the feelings of confusion he felt inside him.

Later Agent Weston was leaning back in his swivel chair behind his computer monitor letting Ryan Hardy, who was standing behind him. Inclining his upper body closer to the screen one hand unconsciously death gripping the back of Mike's chair in anger, read the text on the screen about Jacob Wells. Mike knew soon him and Debra were going to head to the address listed on the screen since Hardy wasn't going to wait. He stretched his legs and raised his arms to fold his hands behind his head but his fingertips accidentally grazed across Ryan's thigh he flinched and looked up expecting Ryan look at him in shock and disgust but the brunette man was too engrossed to respond. Unknown to Weston the tip of Ryan's ears were tinged pink and a light pink flush had crawled up his neck. Mike with a semi hurt look on his face, carefully tucked his hands behind his skull looking up at the white ceiling listening to the busy hum of the room.

CLICK CLICK!

Ryan's pen had fallen out of his hand and on to the floor by Mike's feet who was still staring at the ceiling.

"I got it " Ryan muttered quickly snapping Mike out of his own world. Mike yelped quietly when Ryan grabbed him by his lower thigh and easily wheeled him back away from the desk. Hand still on Mike's lower thigh he walked closer to the desk and kneeled down and grabbed the pen off the floor. His head was level to Mike's lap when he looked up into Weston's eyes and smirked tapping the pen against his temple.

"Not as fast as I used to be Agent "

Before Mike could even respond Ryan got back on his feet and took his hand off of Mike's leg and returned it to the back of Mike's chair, pushed him back so his legs were under the desk again. Mike tried again to look at Ryan but Hardy turned around and spoke as he reached for his jacket.

"You need to eat more you're light. Alright Come on we're going to Wells' house to see if we could find anything new in there. We can call Parker on our way she talks too much in the car, I don't need two chatty people." Ryan was leaving the room when Mike said

"Alright got it" Weston looked at his lap where Ryan's hand was. He closed his eyes as the memory flashed.

Mike dropped on his knees by Ryan's side muttering for him to be okay. He drops the gun he just used to kill Maggie and uses both hands to speedily untape the magnets from Ryan's chest. Ryan puts his hand on his chest as he takes deep breaths his eyes looking madly around the room. Mike asks him if he's gonna be okay Ryan looks into his eyes and nods he once again is looking around wheezing. Weston smiles victoriously at not losing Hardy on his hands he starts to grab the hem of his shirt and button it up. He is about to reach for the last 2 buttons but Ryan's rough hands push his soft ones away Ryan sits up and finishes buttoning and stands up to put on his black tie, his face turns white and his legs wobble.

"Woah slow down man" Mike grabs him steady and guides him to sit on a tall stool. Mike stands far in front of him tying his tie and looking at Ryan giving him a half smile "You feeling Alright Hardy?" Ryan stares at the floor with his hand over his chest then he grabs Mike's arm and brings him close to his chest. Mike is standing between Ryan's spread legs. Mike looked down at Ryan confused until Hardy's hand slowly slides down Weston's arm to his hand and places it on his chest.

"I owe you Agent. You stopped this thing from malfunctioning like a bitch. Thanks...Jesus I'm dizzy as hell" Ryan takes Mike's hand and places it against his cheek and closes his eyes. " Your hands are freezing and I'm hot. Sorry I'm invading all kinds of personal space but I need this to keep me sturdy otherwise I might pass out." Mike silently nods and stayed there red faced and stiff as Ryan struggled with his consciousness until he got up and walked away and stood by the door waiting for the ambulance and cops to arrive.

Mike shivered in his seat in the car as Ryan drove to Jacob's house. As he remembered that was the first time he touched Ryan Hardy and today by his desk was the second. He recollected in his mind how close he was, how he felt the cold metal buckle of Ryan's belt through his thin shirt pressed against his lower abdomen, how his other hand had rested on Hardy's knee, how if he just moved his face closer, or if he moved his hand higher up Ryan's toned leg he might've felt his… Mike looked at the dashboard in front of him from the passenger seat. He took of his leather jacket and put it on his lap as he realized he was hard in his tight jeans. Ryan looked at him with a raised eyebrow saying "really you're wasting my attention by making noise?" with his eyes.

"It's hot in this car alright! I'm quiet and not talking like you wanted, so please don't look at me like that"

"Alright whatever man" Agent Hardy said raising his left hand up in the air defensively shrugging his shoulder.

Mike never heard him because he rolled down the window. The load roar of the wind hitting his ears was enough for him not to think over all his confused thoughts about Ryan Effing Hardy.