"I don't see why I have to go on this stupid course," Javert moaned.

"Because you punched a lawyer in the face."

"I think that shows I can deal with them perfectly," he grinned.

"Look," the DCI sighed," I would much rather you stayed here and did some police work but the superiors are adamant."

"Fine," he groaned and stomped out of the station.

#

Javert was not happy about going to a course on how to deal with lawyers, however, he was even less happy about how was running the course. Jean Valjean.

After three hours of talking about feelings and glaring at Valjean, the course finished and Javert made an attempt to slip out of the door before anyone tried to speak to him. He almost succeeded but Valjean somehow managed to catch him at the door.

"Ah, DI Javert!" he smiled, "Nice to see you."

"I'm afraid the feeling is not reciprocated," he muttered.

"Is there a reason you dislike me other than my profession?" Valjean asked.

"No, not really," Javert replied.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better I never wanted to be a lawyer in the first place."

"Oh?"

"My father forced me into it," Valjean continued, "I still don't like it very much if I'm being honest."

"That's a wonderful story," Javert replied, sarcasm apparent in his voice, "But I need to go catch my train now."

"I can give you a lift if you want?"

"I'm okay."

"It's pouring with rain," Valjean sighed, "Just get in the car."

"Fine," Javert snapped and opened the door of Valjean's very expensive looking car.

They sat in silence for the first ten minutes of the drive, then the found themselves stuck in traffic and Valjean decided to make some attempt at making conversation.

"So do you have a special someone, a girlfriend maybe?" he asked, smirking as the other man's cheeks flushed.

"That is a private matter."

"I'll take that as 'No, I don't have a girlfriend' then," Valjean continued to smirk.

"No," Javert exclaimed, the quietly added, "Not really my area anyway."

Valjean glanced at the man, who was now blushing furiously and looked like he was internally cursing at what he had just said. He felt incredibly sorry for him.

"If it makes you feel any less embarrassed, females aren't my area either."

Javert stared at him for a few moments, his mouth hanging open in surprise. Then he regained his composure and turned to face straight ahead.

"You learn something new every day," he muttered.

"You know, I think we could be friends if we got over our differences," Valjean announced.

"I somehow doubt it."

"Are you willing to bet on that?" Valjean grinned.

"Yes," Javert replied.

"Coffee tomorrow lunchtime?"

"Alright," he sighed.

Valjean smiled to himself. He then took a moment to look at the man in the car with him. Javert was above average height with dark almost black hair that was neatly gelled back and startlingly bright blue eyes. He was overall a handsome man.

"Why are you staring at me?"

"I was not," Valjean retorted.

"Are you attracted to me?" Javert grinned, evilly.

"You're a police officer, so no I am not," he replied.

"So you wouldn't react if I did this?" Javert asked, as he unclipped his seatbelt and moved towards Valjean.

Before Valjean could do anything Javert's lips were pressed against his. He was about to pull away when the other man did it first, he let out a sigh of relief, then gasped when he felt the other man nibble just below his adam's apple. Valjean's reaction obviously wasn't satisfactory as Javert began to suck on the man's neck and would undoubtedly leave a mark later. Finally, Valjean let out a short moan. Javert grinned and Valjean whimpered as he felt his hand begin to move towards his groin.

Suddenly Javert pulled away and opened the car door, stepping out as if nothing had happened. He leaned back in and gave Valjean a wink.

"Now, I think we both know the truth."