Right as Benson walks into the station, he wishes he hadn't come to work. His boss in on this ass about how there was another robbery last night and it's the same MO as the suspects in that stupid manila folder on his desk. Benson just lets his boss yell his ear off, wishing his coffee were a lot stronger.
"Alright. Alright, I get it. I'll get it taken care of," Benson groans as he looks through the case again.
"Yeah? You should have taken care of it weeks ago! I want those two in here for questioning immediately! Got it?" Meallard shouts at him, pointing at the picture of the two raccoons on his desk.
"Yes, I got it," Benson nods and finally has a chance to breathe when his boss finally leaves to scream at someone else.
"Hey, I can help ya," Skips, Benson's partner, says as he comes up behind him.
Benson rubs his eyes and hands it over to Skips, "Have at it. I have no idea what to make of this."
Skips scans it over and looks back down at Benson, "Well, they're striking mainly rich candy people. The last vic was Meallard's son Pops."
Benson sighs and shakes his head, "No wonder he's in a bad mood today."
Skips grunts and nods, "Yeah, and all the areas that were hit are in this gated community. We might think about heading out there. We're not doing much good here."
"I'll go down there," Benson corrects him.
"You could use the extra muscle," Skips says with a smirk.
"What are you trying to say?" Benson says as he stands up in front of Skips. Skips is a towering beast compared to Benson.
Skips just laughs and shakes his head, "Nothing at all." He picks up Benson by the back of his uniform and places him back down into his chair. "Just call me if you run into any problems," Skips calls out to him before leaving.
Benson grumbles as he stuffs the files back into the folder.
-
The police vehicle is tucked away in a dark parking lot, facing out into the streets and the entrance to the gated community. Benson is on his second coffee of the night and bored out of his mind, but it beats doing paperwork at the office.
He's half tempted to start making little fog drawings on the condensation of his window when he sees it. Two figures hopping over the gate. Benson smirks and bolts out of the vehicle immediately. He hasn't had a chase in years and it gets his blood pumping like it had when he had just joined the force. Benson's feet climb the gate and he jumps down and lands expertly.
Benson sees the two figures run under a streetlamp and gets a good look at them. The two raccoon: one tall and the other short. "I got you now," Benson mumbles to himself. He radios headquarters and tell them he's on pursuit when he runs full force at them. He shouts through the darkness and flashing his badge, "Stop! Police! Don't take another step!"
The shorter one gasps and runs even faster. The taller one looks hesitant, but runs after the other.
Benson smirks because he knows he's got him. The taller one is weighed down by the bag he's lugging around. Benson speeds up, his feet pounding the pavement before jumping and tackling him to the ground.
The tall raccoon struggles and tries to grab for the bag.
Benson kicks it out of the way and pulls both his arms behind his back and into handcuffs. Benson pulls the guy up and looks out at the smaller raccoon.
He's standing on the gate on all fours watching the two. He's mostly in shadows and Benson can't get the best look at him. Just a silhouette.
"Go, brother! Leave without me!" The taller raccoon shouts out to him.
"Shut your mouth!" Benson shouts, forcing his head down into the asphalt street. Benson looks up at the smaller raccoon with a confident smile, "It's only a matter of time! You're next!"
Police sirens are heard getting louder and it scares the raccoon. He jumps off the gate and rushes off as the vehicles zip down the streets.
Skips, along with a few other officers, force the gates open and Skips ordering another officer to bring the perp to the station. "Wow. I didn't think you'd get him on your first night. That's a record," Skips says to Benson.
Benson shrugs, but smiles a bit cocky. "Yeah, well, I can't celebrate yet. He had an accomplice… and he got away. Meallard is going to have my ass when we get back," Benson explains with a huff.
"Wouldn't take it too personal," Skips says as he gives Benson a pat on the back, "He's always in a bad mood."
"Yeah, like me," Benson folds his arms across his chest.
-
"Don Riggerson," Benson reads the name on the license. He puts the card down on the table in front of said person.
Don sighs in defeat as he looks at the plain walls of the interrogation room.
Benson pulls out a pad of paper and a pen, "I need the name of your brother."
"Look, it wasn't what it looked like," Don tries to explain.
Benson looks down at Don with a stern look, "Name."
"Rigby," Don says with a frown.
"Rigby Riggerson?" Benson laughs as he writes it down, "That's pretty redundant."
"He had his name changed," Don explains, "…Several times."
"So, he has aliases?" Benson asks with a brow raised.
"I… wouldn't call them aliases. More like… poorly thought out choices?" Don asks more than says.
"I'm going to need those too," Benson states impatiently.
"Well… His birth name is Eleanor. He got it changed because he got bullied in school a lot. He changed it to Rigby in about 10th grade. Then, when he was about 23 he changed it to Trashboat," Don starts to explain.
Benson has to stop him so he can laugh uncontrollably at that, "Trashboat. Trashboat?" When he sees Don nod, Benson shakes his head, "Is that two words or one?"
"I believe it's one," Don answers before continuing, "And then he changed it back to Rigby."
"Yeah," Benson nods as he flips his notepad closed and slides it into his belt, "Sounds like the only good decision he's made in his life."
"My brother isn't a bad person. I promise," Don attempts clarify.
Benson shakes his head, "Yeah, I've heard enough. Once we get your brother, you two are going to be doing some hard time." Benson leaves the room before Don can get another word out. He meets with Skips soon after and motions for him.
"What'd you find out?" Skips asks as he makes his way over to Benson's desk.
"Besides he once went by the name 'Trashboat'? He has a current girlfriend who works at a coffee shop close to where it all happened," Benson tells him.
"So… We're getting coffee," Skips says more than asks.
"Yep. Anything to get me out of Meallard's eagle eye," Benson grimaces. He grabs his gun and his badge before leaving out the front. Ignoring the fact that Meallard is watching him the whole time.
-
The coffee shop is small, but there's a good amount of people present. Although, they come short or any answers. Rigby's girlfriend, Eileen, has no idea where Rigby is or what he's been up to. She didn't even know he was in trouble.
This news was definitely disappointing to Benson and he's still keeping his eye on her. It was possible she was lying, but she seemed like a sweet girl who works hard.
"Do we have any other leads?" Skips asks.
"So far? No, but I might be able to get more information out of his brother," Benson explains absently. He takes a sip of his coffee before his eyes veer off.
There's a blue jay looking at him from a booth on the other side of the room. He tries to ignore him, but the guy keeps giving him a look. A very suggestive look that he's not sure what to make of.
"Benson?"
"Huh?" Benson looks back up at Skips and realizes he hasn't been paying attention to him.
"It's fine," Skips says with a nod, "Stay here and take a break. You've been fussing over this for awhile now. I'll finish the paperwork and I'll meet up with you later."
"Okay. Yeah," Benson agrees as he watches Skips go. His eyes fall back on the blue jay. Their eyes connect for a moment and he sees the guy get up.
"This seat taken?" The blue jay says with a smirk.
"What's wrong with your other seat?" Benson asks with a bite to his voice.
The blue jay laughs and takes a seat anyway, "You're not sitting there."
"Let me reiterate: What do you want?" Benson asks, blandly.
The blue jay laughs and gives Benson a half lidded look, "Have you never been hit on before?"
Benson's face fumes red, but he doesn't say anything. He just looks away and takes another sip of his drink.
"Here," the blue jay says as he takes Benson's napkin and writes his digits on it. He folds it up and draws a little heart on it before stuffing it in the front of Benson's vest. "Call me when you're not on the clock then, okay?"
Benson watches the guy leave and he's baffled. That's never happened to him before. Ever. Benson did kind of like the guy in a… he's way too good for him kind of way. He pulls the napkin out of his vest and opens it. "Mordecai," Benson whispers and just the name sends a shiver down his spine. Benson looks around before stuffing the napkin into his pocket and gets up from his seat. He leaves the shop so distracted that he leaves his barely touched coffee behind.
-
Mordecai floats through Benson's mind the rest of the day like a parade. Benson swears he's going to wait a few days before calling the number, but for some reason on the walk home he's dialing the number into his cell. His stomach feels like a quivering mess before he hears Mordecai's voice on the other line. Only then does it turn into a net a fluttering butterflies.
"Uh… it's… it's me. From earlier," Benson mumbles shyly. So much for playing this cool.
"Oh, right. Benson, good to hear from you," Mordecai says with glee.
"How… How did you know my name?" Benson asks with shock.
"Oh, uh… Your uniform, dude. That and the guy you were with called you that," Mordecai explains quickly.
Benson looks down at his uniform. The only thing that says his name is his badge and they were pretty far away. He doubted that Mordecai heard.
Wait.
Benson takes a breath and realizes that he's still in cop-mode. He needed to stop doing that. Especially after the therapy sessions he was forced into after losing his temper one too many times. He needed to keep his work life and personal life separate. He needed to remember not everyone was out to get him.
"Yeah, right. Okay. So… did you want to meet, or…? Schedule something?" Benson asks as he looks down at his watch for the time. It's well passes 11pm.
"Schedule something?" Mordecai laughs a little, "Do you think you can book me in? What is this, a job interview? Just meet me Muscle Man's as soon as you can. We'll have a good time. I promise."
"M-Muscle Man's?" Benson asks in confusion.
"It's a club, dude. I'll text you the address. We'll drink. We'll dance. And maybe if we feel up to it, you can take me home with you," Mordecai explains cheekily.
"Oh. Okay," Benson hears himself saying before he realizes he's agreeing.
"Cool. See you there, "Mordecai says before ending the call.
Benson looks down at himself and frowns. He heads back to the office to put his uniform into his locker. He leaves his belt and shirt and gun. He slips his badge into his pocket just in case. He leaves wearing a simple white shirt and his slacks. Benson doesn't have the time to look himself over and he leaves quickly after.
-
Muscle Man's is a crowded stuffy place with loud music and crowds of people. It's definitely not a place he'd be willing to go to. The only exception is this where he's meeting Mordecai. He takes a seat at the bar and orders a drink.
The bartender is a small ghost who uses his three arm to effortlessly make drinks. Benson thanks him and pays. "Why is this place called Muscle Man's exactly?" Benson finds himself asking…making sure it's not a gay bar, which probably isn't a huge deal.
"Oh," the ghost answers, "because that's who own it. I know him. He's a pretty nice guy."
"Uh-huh…" Benson has doubt in his voice, but tries to remain polite enough.
"Haha! There he is! Thanks for finding him, Fives!" Mordecai's voice cracks through the fog of voices and he's sitting next to Benson in an instant.
"Ugh…" The ghost looks less than happy to see the blue jay, "Not you again. Make sure you and your friend don't make a mess like last time."
"Hahaha…" Mordecai's laugh weakens and kind of shrivels under Benson's gaze, "That was… uh, a onetime thing. I promise."
Benson side glances Mordecai suspiciously. He settles on a smile and puts a protective arm around his shoulder. "Don't worry, Mr. Fives. He's with me tonight. I'll keep him in line," Benson says a bit too cocky as he flashes his badge.
"Huh," Fives says as he looks over Benson, "There's a first time for everything then, huh?"
"I feel like dancing!" Mordecai shouts urgently. He drags Benson away from the bar and through the crowds of people.
Benson feels like he's being swallowed as he's being dragged further and further onto the dance floor around moving bodies. So much for his drink. He feels like he'll be abandoning those a lot more with Mordecai around.
When they stop, Benson feels a little awkward. He doesn't really know what to do. He's danced before, but Mordecai's eyes are way too intense for him. He feels like he's frozen in place.
"Hey, just relax," Mordecai whispers with a soft smile.
Benson nods and takes a step forward. He feels someone bump into him from behind and he's launched into Mordecai's arms. He feels like his lungs are collapsing because Mordecai's arms are around him and he's chest-to-chest with him.
"This is much better," Mordecai murmurs as he leans down kissing Benson on the mouth.
Benson gasps and can't believe what's happening. Mordecai is soft against him and their bodies are moving against one another like this is natural and this is just something that happens. Benson moans against Mordecai's mouth as their bodies grind in sync a bit more urgently.
Mordecai's hand slides down to Benson's pants and smirks against his mouth. It breaks the kiss and Benson doesn't mind because he can finally breathe again. Mordecai slips a finger under Benson's belt and whispers close to the side of his face, "What are you packing up front, Benson?"
Benson doesn't have a second to speak before Mordecai is rubbing him through his pants. This was way too fast. Way too fast, but not nearly enough. Benson pulls Mordecai down and goes for his neck, kissing and sucking there.
Mordecai feels himself trip up. His hand falls away from Benson's front and lets his hand slide up to the back of Benson's head. Mordecai croons and seethes at the feeling of Benson's hot mouth on his neck. When he feels Benson back away, all he can do is look down at Benson with complete awe and shock.
Benson slides his hands up and down Mordecai's arms and looks at him with mooneyes. He has a blissful smile on his face and it makes Mordecai's heart stutter in his chest. "You know, this isn't really my kind of place," Benson says over the loud music, "but if you're still interested, I can show you what I'm packing."
Mordecai feels his heart lodge in his throat what Benson guides his hand to his front again. For some reason, this time feels different. It's different because it isn't just Mordecai pushing Benson's buttons. It's because Benson actually wants it and is initiating it.
Mordecai just nods erratically, "Y-yeah! Sure!"
It's Benson's turn to guide them out of the swarms of people. It's a heated rush to get out, but he actually feels good right now. Benson has never done anything like this before. It felt adventurous and exciting.
When they get to the cold streets, it doesn't even matter if he's just wearing a t-shirt. His skin is warm and buzzing and hot. "This way," Benson shouts over his shoulder as he drags Mordecai through the streets.
They both sprint like their lives depend on it and Mordecai finds himself cracking up about the whole ordeal. It feels like he's a teenager again. Throwing rules and responsibility out the window and acting on sheer impulse. He follows Benson blindly until their at his apartment. Mordecai watches eagerly as Benson fishes for his keys and opens the door.
Benson pulls Mordecai inside and smashes him up against his door. It clicks shut and Mordecai is locking it behind him. Mordecai lulls into Benson's kisses and enjoys the moment for what it is. Mordecai stiffens because Benson is making the hottest noises he's ever heard. He even finds himself moaning when Benson murmurs his name against his lips. That is the breaking point for Mordecai and he growls, "Bedroom. Now."
Benson pulls away and smirks because he likes this bossy Mordecai a lot. Benson slips away into the dark living room and disappears into the bedroom. The light flicks on and Mordecai is drawn to the light like a moth to a flame, except he's tripping over everything in his path to get there.
When he finally gets there, Benson is on the bed as his fingers rub the outline of his slot from his pants.
Mordecai shudders and whispers, "Fuck…"
Mordecai makes his way over to Benson and crawls onto the bed with him. His hand slides down Benson's shirt and to his waistband. He pops open the button and slips a finger inside.
Benson's eyes slip shut and his breath goes unsteady.
"And here I thought I was supposed to be seducing you," Mordecai murmurs hotly as he pulls Benson's pants down just enough to get to what he wants.
"There's no need to," Benson whispers with a laugh.
Mordecai isn't sure what he means until Benson is pushing him against the mattress and undressing himself. Mordecai attempts to swallow down his emotions, but pure shock is locked on his face. He rolls with it though because Benson is positioning himself over Mordecai and looking down at him hungrily.
Benson climbs on top and eases down on Mordecai. Benson's face goes hot as Mordecai slides all the way in and he's gripping on the sheets.
"Dude… You alright?" Mordecai says shakily because it was all so soon and so fast. He barely even knows which way is up right now, but he does know that he wants to make sure Benson is okay.
Benson slowly nods and takes a long breath out, "Yeah… it's been awhile is all."
Mordecai bites his own lip at that. He can tell. Benson is tight all around him, but he's not exactly complaining. Mordecai can physically feel Benson ease up as his body starts moving. Mordecai's eyes are locked with Benson's and he feels his heart bloom with new emotions he's not ready to explore. Benson's eyes are so hot it's like a physical touch. The stare alone makes Mordecai's skin start to sweat.
Benson's face is calm and tranquil. There's pain, but the pleasure defiantly overrides it. Benson is riding on a wave of warm composure and for a moment none of this feels real. That is, until he feels Mordecai jerk. Benson opens one eye and sees the complete admiration on Mordecai's face. It's enough to take his breath away. Benson is shocked out of his calm when Mordecai's had suddenly grabs his crank.
"Dude, I-I can't…" That's all Mordecai gets out before he's thrown over the edge. It's so sudden and intense that his emotions feel like they're crashing through a windshield and rag dolling across the pavement.
Mordecai cums so hard Benson can feel it at the very fiber of his being. He gasps and finds himself gone too. Just a hot mess sprawled across his mattress as his warm body hangs over Mordecai. Benson is sweating and breathing so heavily he's afraid he'll never catch his breath.
Before Benson can react, Mordecai is leaning in and kissing his lips tenderly. In a way two long lost lovers would. It almost makes Benson feel like he's met Mordecai in a past life or something. Everything about it feels perfect.
Benson settles down next to Mordecai and holds him closely against his chest. Benson closes his eyes and enjoys the feeling of being held. It's been so long since he's felt this loved. He's so happy. He has no idea what he did to deserve this.
Benson can't think of much more after that as his mind fades black and sleep rolls over him.
-
Benson is woken to his phone blaring. It takes him a few painful tries to grab it before holding it up against his head, "…Hello?" He asks, groggily.
All he can comprehend is that he's in pain and that Meallard is screaming at him from the other end. He can't bring himself to listen because he suddenly realizes his bed feels way too cold. He shifts his hand around the sheets and there's nothing. His focus turns back to his boss and his words finally register.
"There are witnessing saying that you were downtown last night! In the middle of a raid! Or at least your badge was!"
"My badge?" Benson asks more than says as he shuffles around for his pants. Sure enough, there's no badge. No ID and no license is his wallet either. Mordecai manage to leave his cash and cards alone though. "Crap," Benson curses as he pulls himself up, "I'll be down there as soon as possible. My things were stolen!" He hangs up the phone and wants to throw it out the window.
Benson should be getting ready and rushing down there, but all he can do his hang his head in shame. How the hell was he supposed to explain this? He's going to have to tell the truth. He sighs and wishes that were the only thing on his mind right now. The biggest thing upsetting him is how Mordecai could betray him like that. Benson felt hurt and he wanted to hurt Mordecai in return, but… at the same time he just wanted this to go right. He just wanted something to work in his favor for once.
"Damnit…" Benson tries to hold back any and every emotion bottled up inside him. He defaults to rage since it's the only thing he wants to comprehend right now. He pulls on his slacks and shirt and marches his way down to the station.
If he ever sees Mordecai again, he has a few colorful words for him.