A/N: Okay, this story is called "What the Hell is This Story Called?" because that's the first thing I said when I finished this chapter. LOL.

Disclaimer: No. Just...No.

The room was silent. All you could hear was the soft and steady beat coming from the receiver across the room. The song was obviously something his father had picked out. Maybe that was why that was one of his favorites. He often listened to when he was feeling down. One of his many traits that reminded him of his adoptive father, all the way in New York.

For the life of him, Wes could not understand why he was doing this to himself. He felt so alone and all he could think of doing was curling up on the couch in his plain old hotel room. Despite the fact that he wanted to be left alone, he knew that in the next few minutes his partner would come crashing through his door. The blond cursed the day he gave Travis the key to his hotel room, and closed his eyes savoring the last few seconds of silence he would have.

When Travis walked into his partners hotel room that afternoon, what he saw took him by surprise. Although it was difficult, you could definitely see that the place was a mess. When he closed the door behind him, his eyes began to adjust to the darkness in the room and he began to make out a figure curled up on the couch. The whole situation was just so unlike Wes. His partner wouldn't miss a day of work if he was sick as a dog. So what was he doing curled up on his couch listen to the Jazz CD he only played when he was upset?

Travis didn't really focus on how he knew that.

Either Wes didn't notice the darker man come in, or he did and chose to ignore him. After deciding not to stand by the door for the entire afternoon, Travis finally walked over to the blond man and sit down on the sofa next to him. Surprisingly so, Wes didn't object when a much bigger body settled down on the couch behind him, wrapping his arms around his torso. He didn't seem to mind even when the other detectives head was nestled between the blond's neck and shoulder.

The silence was a bit nerve wrecking for Travis and he counted the seconds until the his partner broke it.

"Bringing them up in therapy yesterday was just...too much. They've always been all I had and now they're so far away and they're always busy and...I just miss them Travis."

Right away, Travis knew what Wes meant. Just yesterday, in therapy, he had shared with the group that he was adopted.

(Yep. Travis was just as surprised as you are.)

Not only that, but they were both men.

(Yes, now pick your jaw up off the floor.)

They were a couple of big shot lawyers all the way in New York. It had been about 7 years since Wes had seen them and obviously, it was getting to him.

"Why don't they come for a visit?" Travis asked, rubbing Wes' arm in a soothing motion.

"Yeah, like that would happen. I'm surprised they get lunch breaks."

"Mmm. Well, baby. I have an idea. How 'bout I go get a couple of blankets, come back, and you can tell me all about them. How does that sound?"

"It won't help-"

"Yes it will, just trust me."

Without a word, Travis unraveled himself from his blond companion and made his way over to the bedroom.

Wes had finally fallen asleep. By the time he finished talking, however, Travis felt like he knew Wes' family himself.

Wes was a combination of both his fathers. Not as carefree as Mike, but not a total hard-ass like Harvey. He was just in the middle.

Donna was a literal "know-it-all" with nice shoes and an attitude to match.

Jessica was someone he wasn't sure he wanted to meet, as for Louis.

All in all, Travis could understand why his partner missed them so much. They seemed like a wonderful group of people to grow up around. And if it made Wes happy, it made him happy.

And that was when he had a brilliant idea.

But first, he had to reach for his partner's phone without waking him up.

A/N: Errrrmahhgeerrrdddd, why am I doing this to myself? The LAST thing I need is to start another story. And yet, here I am!

Ugh, anyway...Questions? Concerns? Complements? Constructive Criticism? Well I won't give a damn unless it's in a review.

SO REVIEW!

P.S. WHY RACHEL, WHY? I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN IN SEASON 3 OF SUITS, BUT ITS TEARING ME APART.

~LongerWalksShorterTalks