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A/N: I don't usually write angst, but I've had this idea for ages and just couldn't resist. Enjoy.
It was raining when Ryan first realized he was in love.
He followed rain drops race down the precinct's window, eyes half-closed. His thoughts, caught between their latest case and the warm bed waiting him at home, were interrupted by a gentle hand on his shoulder. As he turned around, a familiar nod and a cup of steaming coffee greeted him. A spoonful of cream, no sugar; just the way he liked it. The partners sat in silence and despite the dark circles under Esposito's eyes, his reassuring smile never wavered.
It rained again three weeks later, but Ryan couldn't have known.
Esposito was moving inside of him, each thrust emptying his mind of all coherent thought. Their tangled bodies glistened with sweat in the flickering light of a lamppost and someone was moaning – or maybe it was both of them. Years of bottled up desires filled the room until Ryan could no more tell the pain apart from the pleasure.
Next spring, Ryan was painfully aware of the falling rain.
It soaked him to the bone as he stood frozen at the corner of Vernon and 46th, watching the puddle of blood at his feet grow larger and larger with each drop. Time stood still. He knew someone was talking, but the words sounded distant and foreign to his ears.
"Javier Esposito, 36, a bullet shot to the head."