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Warnings: Anorexia/Bulimia. Some cuss words and talk of homosexual relationships.

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"Travis," Dr. Ryan smiled, "How are you? Where's Wes?"

Ever since this undercover started the Captain and Dr. Ryan decided it would be fro the best to have Wes and I do sessions with the doctor alone. Something about being truthful.

Which I found funny because under normal circumstances we didn't talk. Not that that had really changed. I spoke in circles and Wes only spoke when backed into a corner. Nope, nothing changed at all. Except for Wes.

Wes had completely changed and I couldn't help but be a bit fearful of how much he changed. He rarely fought with me unless it was a complete drag out. He threw himself into his work, which wasn't really surprising, but still.

I had even noticed that he wasn't really eating, but he never did eat a lot. Maybe I was just noticing things that had always been part of him more now that we were living together. And wasn't that a weird thought.

It wasn't that I never thought of what it would be like to just be with Wes. That was why I was doing everything to keep our lives easy. I made sure the place was clean, I helped with groceries, I did the whole 'good boyfriend' thing that I had thought he'd like. Something we wouldn't fight about. I hadn't thought it would basically make the blonde shut down.

And that's what it felt like was happening. Something that I hated more than anything. Wes was this unmovable force that was the opposite of me. When we were separate he was water and I was fire, but when we were together it was like we were battling, destroying everything in our paths.

Yet somehow we ended up building something that was actually pretty beautiful. If we were in to this dark and twisted almost sickening type of beauty that rarely ever came along in the world.

I was into that. At least some of the time. When Wes and I were working together instead of fighting I wanted nothing more than to hold him, kiss him. Maybe I had a bit of a crush on him, something the younger man admitted himself.

Neither of us really thought all that much about it. Hell, even Alex knew it. No one really cared or thought anything would come from it. As weird as it sounded it was just us.

After Wes and Alex's divorce I had actually wondered if I should try my luck with the blonde. Of course I waited awhile, I didn't want it to be a rebound thing. I really did care about Wes.

Sometimes I think I waited too long because before I could even really think about anything Wes and I were going at each other's throats. How was I supposed to start a relationship with my partner if we were always fighting? Literally.

And that's what I wanted. A real honestly relationship. I had truly thought that he and I could make it work. We'd have to take it slow and there would be a lot of trouble, I had never actually tried to do a long-term relationship.

It would take some time, probably more time than either of us actually wanted, but I knew it would work out. It would have worked out. If things hadn't gotten so out of control.

"At work still," I answered sitting across from her, "He said he'll be about ten minutes late. Something about a fire."

"Is he alright?" Dr. Ryan questioned worriedly.

"Yeah. He said everything is fine, but there was a lot of damage. He was the boss there so he has to stay and work things out."

"Alright, that gives us some time to talk. How had everything been with you and Wes?"

Smirking slightly I thought back to everything that had been happening this week. Besides how strange Wes had been acting things were pretty fun. I couldn't believe how much I liked coming 'home' and having someone there.

Having a home-cooked meal. Part of me really didn't want this to end. I didn't want to lose this, but I had a feeling Wes wanted nothing more than me gone. Which actually hurt.

Not that anything in this situation felt good. Wes was the longest relationship I had ever had and at points in time I really wondered just how destructive our relationship was to not only us, but everyone around us.

It was why I was more willing to do this whole therapy thing. I never wanted to end up in any kind of destructive relationship, but I knew that there was something going on with Wes and I didn't really think anything would end badly. The Captain and I would never let us get that far.

No, we weren't abusive. Just bad for each other. Now at least. We'd figure things out. Well, we'd figure it out if Wes would just open up a little. Not something that he was really good at. Though he was trying. I could see that even if no one else could.

Maybe I was a little too hard on my partner sometimes. Truthfully, I just loved seeing that fire in his eyes especially directed at me. I never meant to hurt him anymore than he meant to hurt me.

So what if things between Wes and I were a little heated? It wasn't like anyone truly knew him or I. Actually, it wasn't like Wes and I knew each other. Even when we were friends both of us had this wall up. The fighting started before we could change that.

"What's there to talk about, Doc?" I asked with a smile, "It's Wes and I."

"So you're fighting," Dr. Ryan cocked an eyebrow.

"Of course."

"Travis, I don't believe that. What has been going on?"

"Wes isn't acting like himself. I don't know what's going on."

"How is he not acting like himself?"

"Wes doesn't fight with me. He barely talks at all really."

"Could you have done something to upset him?"

"What? No, I've been the perfect boyfriend to him."

"You and Wes aren't actually dating, Travis. Maybe he is uncomfortable."

"I doubt it."

"Why?"

"Wes has a thing for me just like I had a thing for him. We know this and neither of us fight it."

"Then maybe the problem is that he wants more."

Before I could respond Wes walked into the room. Without thinking I let my eyes wonder over the blonde. He looked exhausted. Dark circles were under his eyes standing out more than normal on his almost translucent skin.

I knew I always picked on him for being skinny, but his usually tailored clothing was hanging off his body. It looked like if he lost another pound he would disappear all together. How could I have possibly missed something like this?

My normally angelic, a dark angel, but an angel none the less, looking partner was obviously sick. And he was trying to hide it from me. Why? Was it because of the case? Because he wouldn't be taken off the case unless it was something serious.

Damn it. I was his partner and the guy didn't trust me enough to tell me something as simple as him being sick! How the hell were we supposed to work together when we can't even trust each other with something like that? How could we ever date?

For the rest of the session I found myself steaming at my partner. I hated knowing that he didn't trust me. He was the only one that I really cared about and he was sick without telling me.

He was going through this alone just like he went through everything else alone. Had that been taught to him his whole life or something? Was he really that incapable of trusting anyone?

Maybe it was just me. No, he didn't talk to Alex or Dr. Ryan either and as far as I knew he didn't go out with friends either. Wes was just being his normal stubborn ass self and honestly I was tired of that. I needed the man to talk to me and I had the perfect ex-wife in mind to help me.