Double Deuce: A Tale of Twin Denstiny

Memories are all emotional. Any brain-swelled shrink will tell you that much. From St. Mungo's Hospital to Freud's couch: emotional. But…what if that isn't all they are? What if in some instance, memories are links between lives. Not past-lives or that Astrological stuff. But two lives being lead at the exact same moment, in the exact same plane of reality. Different in everyway, yet, well I'll let you judge for yourselves…

I sighed and looked at the gathering stack of paperwork before me. Police work, forty percent foot-work, sixty percent paper. I looked at my partner and chuckled. His green eyes were slightly glazed and he was in his own world.

I tapped him lightly on the shoulder, "Dee. Come on love snap out of it." He lifted his head up and for a moment he looked, well different. I mean it was still Dee, the over-bearing cocky hornball I love, but it was something in his eyes. They looked far-off, pensive, like he'd been thinking of something he either ignored or didn't understand.

"Dee?" I asked softly. He shook his head and blinked in confusion, the almost haunted look leaving his green eyes.

"Yeah Ryo? Sup?"

"Uh…you sorta zoned out there," Should I ask? "Dee, what were you thinking about."

A second later I regretted the question as Dee pounced me. I blushed at the tickling sensation against my ear, and the words causing that sensation.

"About last night babe…"Dee breathed out. I pushed him away, looking down to hide my blush.

"Dee!" I sputtered, not bothering to hide the smile. Dee laughed and kissed my cheek.

"Well, it is your fault…" I clamped my hand over his mouth and glared dulled daggers at him.

"Continue that tangent, Latner, and there won't be a repeat." Well that seemed to work. He wasn't lying either. Then what was with the different look? I shrugged it off and continued on the Delancy case, double homicide with a sprinkling of narcotics involvement. I sighed and continued, the clicks of my keyboard droning in with the buzz of the office.

(later)

I sighed happily and shut off my computer. All the paper had been done and I was free to go home an hour earlier. Dee however still had a few pages to go. I stood up and put my hand on his shoulder, chuckling at the look of annoyance on hi face.

"Threatening the computer won't get it to go faster Dee."

He muttered something and started pounding on his keyboard again. I shook my head and went for the break room. May as well get some coffee for Dee, and tea for me. I tapped my fingers idly on the counter as the pot made it's usual show of making coffee. That look…

I had never seen Dee looks so…serious before. Depressed yes, insanely pissed off and murderous as well. But there was still a twinkle in his eyes; he cracked jokes even with a gun to his head. I'd seen it.

The gurgling announcement of the coffee maker pulled me out of my thoughts. I grabbed a mug and poured the coffee, got my out tea ready and went back to the office.

I settled down for an interesting show of Dee vs. Paperwork. Always entertaining, though it usually ended up with me getting whatever work Dee didn't finish. I closed my eyes and sipped my tea, feeling oddly safe and warm. I know I work in a police department, but with Drake and Ted on an April-fools kick it was far from safe.

I felt my mind start to wander, not new for me. I may be described as clue-less and an air-head, but I had my reasons. My mind stopped wandering and seemed to start jogging somewhere. Suddenly my senses were reeling, I heard Drake talking two doors down on the phone, and I heard JJ on the other end of the line! I could smell Dee, not his cologne but him. The smell of light tobacco and mint that was his scent. I opened my eyes in surprise, spilled some of my tea. I hissed a little at the hot liquid before taking the napkin Dee handed me. I wiped up as much as I could, couldn't hear Drake anymore and all I smelled was the tea on the napkin a few inches from my face.

"You all right Ryo? You look panicked." I looked up at Dee, meeting his green eyes. I nodded.

"Yeah, guess I held the cup to long. It's still a little hot." I said quietly, Dee wouldn't believe me. But how could I tell him that Id just heard Drake and JJ's rather…intimate conversation through three walls and a closed door. He looked at me, raising an eyebrow, and that annoying smirk on his face.

"Sure babe, whatever you say. Anyways I'm done."

"Really done or giving up done?"

Dee sighed and rolled his eyes, "Really done. Let's get out of here, I say dinner and then home."

I smiled, the confusion ebbing away, and stood up. I put my jacket on and looked at Dee. "I think I agree with your suggestion Dee."

He grinned and we headed down to the parking garage, ready for dinner and a little bit of alone time till Bikky got home.

I had no idea the strange occurrences that were about to happen. Maybe I should have heeded that feeling of being watched…

A/N: PLOT BUNNIES ATTACK! I have no idea where the hell this came from o.o, seriously. I was sitting at work, reading FAKE fanfics, when boom. I thought 'hey, Ryo acts a little like Remus Lupin.' Then I got home and read the mangas, showing my Niece a scene (Christmas scene) and she commented that with longer hair Dee could pass off as an anime version of Sirius. I laughed and said 'Yeah, and Ryo looks like Remus!' Then I got a mental image of Dracula confusing Ryo for Remus giggle see if it happens

Miyuki: Oh! BTW - This fic is a crossover, like you couldn't guess XP, Remy and Siri will appear shortly. I'll try to keep the OC's to a min.