Photographic Evidence
"Did you really wear a dress once?" Kevin Ryan asked, handing his partner, Javier Esposito, a bottle of beer before taking a seat next to him on the plushy red couch in the apartment's living room (Javier had gotten over his "found items" anxiety after a little persuasion from Kevin…namely, no more Madden until Javier stopped being ridiculous).
Javier took a sip of his beer before answering, obviously trying to come up with some lie they both knew Kevin wouldn't buy. "No," he finally said. "And even if I had, why would Beckett know?"
"Because she's Beckett," Kevin replied. "Either way, I'm upset that she knows and I don't." A moment of amiable silence passed and the two men sipped their beers and watched the muted ESPN report for a few moments. Then Kevin turned to his friend, grinning mischievously. "Do you have a picture?"
"If I dressed in drag, would I really keep photographic evidence lying around?" Javier queried.
"Uh, yes," Kevin said. "You have piles upon piles of photo albums at your place, I'm sure it's squeezed in there somewhere."
"Those are of my family and my childhood," Javier said nonchalantly, but his eyes weren't on Kevin's face. He focused his gaze somewhere behind Kevin's head, on one of the picture frames on the wall (with the stock photo still inside). He took another sip of beer.
"You're lying again," Kevin said knowingly.
Javier shook his head. "So what if I am? Why would I tell you about that time I wore a dress?" Javier rolled his eyes as he spoke, but Kevin grinned at the sarcastic admission. "That wasn't a confession, Ryan," Javier quickly said. "It was a commentary on how ridiculous this conversation is."
He picked up the remote and unmuted the TV.
"I'm finding that photo," Kevin muttered before settling back to watch.