Disclaimer: I do not own 'Gangsta'.

I have writer's block. And new stories are my vent.


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Delico felt like he was coming out of some kind of weird dream. Blinking numerous times to get the fogginess away, he quickly realized this certainly wasn't his bedroom. Instinctively his hand reached for his gun. Unsurprisingly his weapon wasn't where it was supposed to be.

Eyes straining to focus, all he could see was a dirty freckled white ceiling. It was recognizable for some reason and Delico tried rapidly to spot why. But his brain felt too scrambled to even pinpoint it.

"Ah, you're up I see." His head snapped to the source of the voice. Immediately he regretted it and let out a surprised gasp at the shooting pain going through his head and shoulder. "No sudden movements, you're still healing." The voice ordered in the only stern tone he knew.

Delico sighed quietly in relief despite the pain.

"Dr. Theo." Shit, was that his voice? He blinked at how weak it sounded. A low chuckle came surprisingly close and Delico blinked in what he imagined owlishly at seeing the Dr. hand him a cup of water. Nodding in thanks he gingerly rested himself on his good side and took a tentative sip.

"You were out for quite some time there, almost three days."

Delico choked on his water.

"Someone upstairs certainly likes you. Lost quite a lot of blood, that bullet messed you up a lot. Punctured various veins and barely missed your collarbone. If Worick hadn't pulled you out when he did you would have bled to death." said Dr. Theo, sounding pretty disapproving about him almost bleeding out. Delico held back a grimace; he's probably pissed about him staining his sheets for the second time this month. "You need to rest for a while-and don't you even think about arguing Delico." He ordered, eyes colder than ice.

Normally Delico would have brushed off the glare, having gotten worse from many normals, but when it comes to the man who has just legitimately saved his own ass from dying. He backed down.

Nodding, Dr. Theo went to walk away when he paused.

"Almost forgot, Nina wanted me to thank you for saving Worick." Looking considerate, he turned back around. His gaze was almost soft. "You did good kid."

When he left Delico let his mouth part open in shock.

He did what!?


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Chad Adkins was in a bad mood. Not that it was surprising since he's inherently grumpy on a daily basis. Some would say he was born bitter. But when it comes to being patient, you may as well have handed him a stack of paperwork and asked it to be finished by the end of the day.

Cody really has to consider asking Worick if he knows the saying 'don't poke the bear'.

"Where the hell are these guys?" grumbled Chad, practically munching down on his cigarette. "When Worick told me to come down here to talk some business I thought he was actually being serious about something for once in his God damned life! I even checked outside just incase it was raining dogs and cats. Should'a known better."

"Should we head back to the station now, Chado-san?" asked Cody, worrying about the amount of work that needed to be finished.

"Nah, Worick will only call back and pest me about-"

"Chado-saaan." A sudden hand on the top of his head felt as though a demon had sprung up from the shadows to suck out his soul. Chad's pretty sure his expression could be seen from satellites. "You know smoking's gonna kill ya."

"Y-You bastards!" The poor detective cried, clutching his heart as if it was about to leap out of his chest in fright. Spinning around he sent a deathly glare to a smug looking Nicolas perched on top of the police car like a cat. He mentally snorted, and the brat wonders why cats like him so much.

Twisting back around Chad growled at seeing Worick smirking at him like the little shit he is.

"You're late! And what are you, some damn saint? You ain't my wife, so don't worry about my health when you're already practically drowning in those cheap cigarettes of yours." Worick shrugged.

"We got held up by some thugs." Chad's face paled, does this mean more paperwork and dead bodies? He's already up to his ears with the massacre three days ago. "Aaanywaaay, I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" At this Chad raised an eyebrow.

"Depends on what sort it is."

"Chado-san!" blubbered Cody from the car. "You're not seriously-" his voice ended abruptly by Chad's hand over his mouth.

"You were saying?" Worick flashed him a grin but Chad could see the slight hint of nervousness behind those masks of his.

"How do you go about saying thanks to someone who almost died for you? Oh and if you could give me the cliff notes that'd be great."

There was a beat of silence and everyone stared.

"YOU SENT ME DOWN HERE TO ASK FOR SOME DATING ADVICE!?" the cop boomed making Nicolas vibrate on the roof of the car. "Cody, start the care we're leaving."

"Hey, I never said anything about dating!" Cried Worick indignantly, ignoring the raised eyebrow Nic sent him. Chad stopped in his tracks and flapped his hands in the air in a gesture of 'I'm not an idiot!'.

"So this isn't about that twilight guy you've been pining after for about four years or so?"

"Who said anything about a twilight and attraction?" scoffed Worick, pouting a little making Cody almost gape. He's never seen Worick act so…weird.

"Start the car Cody!" Chad's angered shout made him flinch and he instinctively did as he was told. The car zoomed off making Nic fly into the air and land on Chad. "CODY! Ugh, get off me you bastard!" the man growled and Nic jumped off gracefully with a slightly frightened expression.

"Sorry Chado-san…" said Cody meekly as he rolled back. The only reaction he got was a furious twitch of the eyebrow.

"Whaddya say, Chado-san?" asked Worick with a beaming grin. Indifferent to the rather violent aura radiating off of Chad. "Help a guy out?"

"No." in a second flat Chad was in the car and off to the police station.

There was silence and Nic turned to Worick who was glaring at the dust cloud in front of them.

'Why did you ask Chado-san? Didn't his wife divorce him? Not exactly the guy you would want relationship advice from, dumbass.' Worick sniffed and waved a hand.

"He was the first guy that came to my mind."

'You know you could just ask Delico out…"

"What!? I can't just do that. I need to show him that I'm interested and work our way to a good relationship. Hmm, maybe I should get him some flowers?" Spotting the disbelieving look Worick harrumphed. "Just because I'm a bigolo doesn't mean I'm not a romantic." Nic snorted.

'Pussy.' Worick kicked Nic in the shin and chased him back to the apartment.


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Yang couldn't decipher what was going through Delico's head right now at seeing the range of flowers surrounding his bed all signed from Worick. But right now all that Yang could think of was how he's never noticed Worick crushing on his best friend.

For Gods sake Worick signed the cards with a smiley face and kisses!

"So…this is…nice." He mumbled, shuffling one of the many flowerpots back so he could sit on the side of the bed. Delico snorted and couldn't help but relax a bit at the smell of some roses sitting near his head.

"He's certainly feeling grateful." Deadpanned Delico.

Yang had to blink a couple of times just to make sure he had heard correctly. Grateful? Not exactly the term for 'love-struck' he'd use. But then again Delico's always been a man of very few words.

"You're telling me. I didn't see this coming. I mean him? Him of all people? Pff." Shaking his head in amazement, though Yang paused at seeing Delico frowning slightly.

"Huh?"

Oh shit. He couldn't help but let his jaw drop at how oblivious Delico was. Silently he sent his prayers and sympathies to Worick. Poor man.


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Daniel Monroe prided himself at being able to sniff out the latest gossip running around his ranks. Mostly it was the usual stuff. Who broke up with who. Who got the most kills this week. What was happening with the supposed relationship between Ginger and Gina. But this…

Well this was a whole new shade of crazy.

Worick liking Delico? Daniel almost dropped his phone after hearing that shitload of bull Chad Adkins was sprouting. Whatever he was smoking. He can keep it.

"Say again?" asked Daniel after a moment of fumbling with the phone. He heard a deep suffering sigh escape on the other line and yeah, he hadn't heard wrong. But there was still hope.

"Like I just said, Worick's got the hots for your boy Delico. Poor little shit." Aaand oh boy, he hadn't heard wrong. Rubbing his eyes to try and clear the fogginess that was starting to invade his generally clear mind, Monroe sighed.

"How in the world did that happen?" abruptly slipping out of his customary composed self. It didn't take a genius to know that Chad shrugged with an 'I don't even fucking know' expression. "Out of all the people I expected Worick to be attracted to, I thought it would have been Nicolas." He heard Chag gag.

"Oh fuck no. Those brats are practically siblings. That would be like incest!" Daniel rolled his eyes then froze; he did not just roll his eyes. Nope. "Anyway, how did you not know? It's as obvious as a twilight pretending to be a normal!"

"I don't pay much attention to gossip, Chado-san," he said in a nonchalant tone.

"'Don't pay much attention to gossip,' my ass!" The man shouted making Monroe pull away from the phone and blink. "You're worse than my wife."

"Ex-wife." Daniel corrected offhandedly and smirked when he heard a loud roar come from the phone along with what he presumed was his co-workers trying to calm him down.

"Who asked you!" There was a moment of heavy breathing on the line before a grumble, "I just called to let you know to watch out for your boy. I've never seen Worick let someone in besides Nicolas, and if Delico breaks his heart…Well, let's just say you'll need to make sure he doesn't hire Dr. Theo for castration." Daniel winced in sympathy and hoped to God Delico returns Worick's feelings. He doesn't think he wants to witness how a twilight handles life without their jizz whiz. "Worick's liked Delico for four years and-"

"Eh!?" shrieked Monroe, even going so far as to shoot up from his seat. "Four shitting years and you decide tell me now!?"

"Well I thought it was obvious!"

"Oh excuse me, Sherlock."

"Fuck you, Watson!"

Outside the of Monroe's office Diego and Miles had their ears pressed up against the door.

"Worick likes Delico!?" shrieked Diego and immediately coughed awkwardly at the look Miles gave him. "I mean…shit. I did not see that one coming." Nodding earnestly Miles looked around and winced at seeing everyone giving them gawking looks.

He has a feeling the news of Worick's crush will be known by the residents all around Ergastulum by sunrise tomorrow.

"Shout it any louder could ya' Diego?" he muttered to the man who had a rather sheepish expression.

"Heh, oops?"


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