FINALLY! There is a place for Common Law fic on here. I hated publishing it other places, I guess I'm just used to it here. I'm just putting it on here because I said I would, and I can finally put up the final part 3! I've been sitting on it almost a month now and I finally have the time to publish it. I may start another story, but for now it's mostly just publishing "Little Victories" again.

Slouching in his chair, Wes stared at his shoes and huffed as he checked his watch for the fourth time in about five minutes. Travis was late to therapy and it was just like him to not answer a single call or text that he had sent him in the past fifteen minutes. Wes turned his wrist over to look at his phone again and sighed. That, of course, was when Dr. Ryan chose to turn her attention to him; he just knew he was going to regret coming without Travis today. He ran a hand over the side of his neck as he glanced at her, sitting up straighter and clearing his throat.

"Wes, where's your partner?" she asked. She tilted her head inquisitively, but her eyes held some hidden amusement that he didn't quite understand. He squinted at her for a moment before answering.

"No idea, probably quieting crying babies while simultaneously flirting with their mothers," he mumbled, shifting in his chair. He checked his watch again before looking up at the couples that eyed him with interest. He thought he hid his disapproval well, but apparently he hadn't.

"What? Stop looking at me like that," he grumbled defensively, crossing his arms over his chest. He stared defiantly at each couple before resting his eyes on Dr. Ryan once again.

She looked unfazed as she folded her hands in her lap. She glanced briefly at her watch before looking at the door as a smiled flitted across her face. Wes instinctively looked over his right shoulder at the door. He had to groan at the smirk on Travis' face. It was the 'I-know-something-you-don't-know-and you're-not gonna-like-it' smirk. Wes just dragged a hand over his face and turned toward Dr. Ryan as Travis sauntered in. He didn't know when exactly he had begun to recognize Travis' facial expressions. The smirk on his face, however, ranked low compared to his 'I-need-information-or-I'll-shoot-you' smile if only because that smile he knew would make him laugh. It was contagious and dangerous all at once, for several reasons.

"Sorry I'm late, Doc, I had to pick up someone special," he said. Wes could hear the smile in his voice and cringed. "Hello to you too, Wesley, miss me?" Travis asked mockingly, pinching Wes' cheek as he came to sit down. Wes immediately swatted Travis' hand away from his face, the tips of his ears growing hot. Wes had to glare at the way Travis smiled at him as he plopped down in his chair.

"What the hell took you so long?"

"Like I said, I had to pick up someone special," he said as he waggled his eyebrows comically. Dr. Ryan suppressed a chuckle as Wes rolled his eyes and pushed Travis out of his personal space. Travis just laughed and leaned back, looking at his phone for a second when it buzzed in his hand. He looked at it with a moment of intense concentration before typing a swift reply and shoving it in his pocket. Travis eyed Dr. Ryan intently before raising his hand slightly.

"Dr. Ryan, can I be excused?" he asked sheepishly, massaging the back of his neck, immediately putting Wes on high alert. Travis only did that when he was nervous about something and when Travis was nervous, Wes almost always suffered. He turned slowly toward Travis, who raised his hands in a defensive manner, getting out of his chair.

"What did you do…?" Wes hissed, his gaze following Travis for a moment, before he too stood. He stalked over to Travis as he continued to back towards the door with an uneasy look on his face. Wes came closer to him, until Dr. Ryan's voice pulled their attention back to her for a moment.

"Boys, why don't you sit down so we can talk this out?"

"Talk what out?" Wes asked Dr. Ryan before turning back to Travis. "What the hell did you do? Dammit Travis!"

Before Travis could respond, the door swung open to allow someone in, drawing the group's focus. Immediately, Travis took off, sprinting out the open door. Wes was hot on his heels as the newcomer turned to look after their retreating figures, smiling at the threats that could be heard from the hallway.

"Don't worry, unless you hear gunfire they'll be fine," Alex said, turning around to face the group. She smiled as she shifted from one foot to the other. Dr. Ryan smiled back and motioned to one of the empty chairs.

"Why don't you have a seat, Alex? I'm sure that Wes and Travis will return as soon as they realize that they've left you alone with us." Dr. Ryan shared a secret smile with Wes' ex-wife, both aware of the…complex relationship Wes and Travis had, but there was an unspoken agreement to stay the observer.

"Well, until they do, has Wes told you about their secretive "Guys Weekend" last year?"

Sitting on the floor in front of the door to their therapy room in Dr. Ryan's office, Travis picked at the collar of his shirt. It was wrinkled because Wes had felt it necessary to grab the back of his shirt before tackling him to the ground. Travis rubbed a sore spot on his left thigh lightly, remembering the way that Wes had pushed all of his weight onto Travis' back before Travis had flipped them over. He had pinned Wes' wrists to the floor and rested all of his weight on Wes' thighs.

"What the fuck, man? Was tackling me really necessary? That shit hurt," Travis complained loudly, lowering his voice only when the receptionist gave them a look. He stood and locked eyes with the young woman, offering his most charming smile. He lowered his voice an octave further to get her attention.

"I'm sorry," he paused for a moment to check her name badge, "Amanda. We're just working on an exercise. We'll be out of your hair if there's a room we could use for a few minutes." He smiled, flashing all of his teeth, and Wes couldn't help but release the breath that he'd been holding. He had to admit, Travis could charm a paper bag if he chose to.

"Oh, well…yeah of course…First door on your right," she said, batting her eyelashes at Travis. She twirled a lock of blonde hair around her finger as Travis hauled Wes off the floor. Without giving her a second glance, Travis shoved Wes down the hall and through the door, locking it behind them. He watched Wes pace for a moment before coming to an abrupt halt. Travis knew that Alex being here would… agitate Wes, but that tackle had just been rude.

"Wes-"

"What the fuck made you think bringing Alex here was a good idea?" the blonde demanded. He rested his hand son his slim hips as he stood on the other side of the table in the room. The air around Wes nearly simmered with the anger radiating from him. Travis had to suppress a grin at Wes' "angry face;" it always made him smile for some reason. It was probably because it was usually coupled with a healthy dose of swearing.

"Wes, man, Alex asked if she could come," Travis retorted, exasperatedly throwing his hands in the air before they came to rest heavily on the table directly across from Wes. Wes just froze and leaned his hands on the table as well. He bent nearly double, lowering his head until it hit the table with a light thud. Travis smirked, knowing that he only did that when he came to some important conclusion.

"I hate her sometimes," Wes mumbled into the wooden desk, making Travis laugh deeply before Wes raised his head to glare at him.

"Hey, don't think you're off the hook, asshole. You're the one who brought her here-," he paused suddenly, his eyes going wide. He sent Travis a panicked look. "You brought her HERE… To therapy," he said, giving Travis a meaningful look that went unnoticed.

"I thought that was established when you chased me…"

"No, idiot, she's here. With Dr. Ryan, while we're here…doing this," he said, trailing off as he gestured between them frantically. Travis finally understood Wes' meaning and felt a similar sense of doom set in.

"Oh shit…"

They both raced to the other room, only to find the door locked. The door remained closed, despite the partners' banging and yelling. Travis realized that Dr. Ryan had seen this coming, only because she had to know about him being late without telling Capt. Sutton. Wes was going to kill him. They pounded on the door for a few minutes before Travis gave up and slumped to the floor. Wes followed him and huffed in irritation.

"Well, that went well," Travis said, earning a swift backhand to his abs. He coughed and nudged Wes hard enough in the ribs to earn a groan. He chuckled as he let his head thud against the door. He rested there for a moment, before turning to the left to stare at Wes, whose head was also tilted back against the door with his eyes closed. Travis watched the way Wes' Adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed. He smiled slightly as Wes quickly reached up to scratch the tip of his nose before blowing out a breath and looking at Travis unflinchingly. It was almost as if he knew Travis was staring at him and that unnerved Travis to no end.

"You think Alex is telling them how much I failed as her husband?" Wes asked hesitantly, dropping his eyes to his hands, resting on the tops of his knees, drawn up to his chest. Travis mimicked his position and rested his head on his right hand as he continued to look at Wes. He stretched out his left hand to cover Wes' right, squeezing it slightly. Wes looked up swiftly; catching the gentle smile Travis sent him.

"Nah man, she's telling them you were wonderful. You guys just weren't meant to stay together; you always wanted different things," Travis pointed out, starting to pull his hand away when Wes flipped his hand over so their palms were touching. He was surprised when Wes held onto it just a little tighter.

"I just feel like she deserved better," Wes admitted softly, enjoying the feel of Travis' hand in his. They didn't touch often unless it was to hit one another, so the contact was unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.

"Alex wants a man that isn't always putting his life on the line, Wes. Now it's time that you figure out what you're looking for too" Travis told him, hoping that he wasn't overstepping any boundaries. Wes had thrown him off his game. What Travis felt wasn't a passing attraction, but not knowing where Wes stood on the matter made him skittish. He cleared his throat and that seemed to trigger the realization that Wes was still holding Travis' hand. They let go of one another and sat in silence, waiting for Dr. Ryan to open the door for them.

"Well, that was a productive session, don't you think?" Dr. Ryan asked Alex, leading the woman to the door. She was well aware that Travis and Wes were most likely right outside, and took this opportunity to get in a few words.

"I do, I just think we should have let them back in. They must think the worst," Alex said as they stood a few feet from the door.

"Believe me, Alex; this most likely brought them closer together. I usually don't exercise such unorthodox methods, but they are two of a kind."

"They must think we talked about them the entire time. It would have driven Wes crazy knowing he couldn't defend himself or disagree."

"Well, it's a good thing we didn't. It was a test for them as partners, Alex, not a punishment," Dr. Ryan said, slowly walking over to the door and unlocking it. She pulled it open cautiously in case they were leaning against it. What she found instead made her beam, the picture just too astounding for words.

In front of her, on the right wall of the hallway, sat Wes and Travis with their knees bent to the chests. What surprised and delighted her was the way Wes and Travis' heads were tilted against one another's, both trying to look at the small screen of what looked like an iPod. Just as Alex was about to pass her, she put her hand out and tilted her head, making Alex pause and take in the scene. Travis was pointing to something and smiling while Wes laughed and put his fingers over Travis' on the other side of the device. They both looked at each other and smiled slightly before noticing their audience. They didn't release each other's fingers on the iPod, but did look up at Dr. Ryan and Alex. They each took out a headphone from the pair they were sharing and started to get up.

"Have a nice time, Alex?" Wes asked. His words lacked malice, but he made a sarcastic face.

"I did actually, thank you, Travis, for letting me come with you," she said. She walked over to Travis and kissing him lightly on the cheek before waving to the doctor and leaving. Travis looked embarrassed and ran a hand over his jaw before looking at Wes. Wes looked at Alex's retreating figure with thinly veiled irritation, looking at Travis in almost the same way. Travis held his hands in front of him again.

"Hey, that was all her. I didn't even lean in to it." Wes just shook his head and punched Travis in the arm.

"Stop flirting with my ex-wife, there has to be something in therapy about that," Wes said half-heartedly.

"Don't worry, man, Alex knows you're my number one priority, pumpkin," he cooed. His eyes sparkled at Wes and lit up when he earned a chuckle in response.

"You're still an idiot," Wes claimed, waving at the doctor as he and Travis made their way out of the office.

"But I'm your idiot," Travis replied, grinning as he threw an arm over Wes' shoulders as they walked to the parking lot. Wes threw his arm around Travis' waist as they made their way to the car.

Well, for all the people that haven't yet read this I hope you enjoyed it. Part 2, since I'm just reposting it, will be up later today/tonight.