Partners
Chapter Two
A/N Ahoy my hearties! So glad you have all decided to continue on this journey with little old me! So thank you! I had a lot of positive feedback on the first chapter so it has given me the motivation to write more for you lovely people, I have a clear idea in my head where I want this story to go now, I mean I even have the last line of the whole thing wrote down! We will be meeting a very familiar face in this chapter so I hope you like this, onwards I hear you cry!
Damon watched from his desk as Alaric scrubbed his hands over his tired face, it was twenty to ten at night and the two of them where the only ones left in the department as they has practically kicked their team out of the door around seven to go home and get some rest, they had all been running on fumes for around three days now, ever since the last body had been found. Damon sighed and began to speak,
"Ric, you know we need to…."
"No." Alaric cut him off from behind his hands.
"Ric, we can not get a profile to stick on this guy, we need the best." Damon tried to reason with him, the same as he had been since he had first suggested the idea this morning; he had been met with the same protests each time.
"Damon, he isn't FBI anymore." Alaric told him, looking over at him now that he had dropped his hands to the desk.
"Just because he isn't FBI doesn't mean he isn't still the best." Damon said, starting to shut his laptop down before continuing,
"Anyway, they kicked him out on a technicality which totally wasn't his fault anyway." He slid the laptop into its case as he heard Alaric scoff.
"Yeah, you would say that." He said as he leaned back in his chair, looking directly at his boyfriend who was shooting him a dirty look.
"Ric, for god sakes what is more important? Getting a profile that will actually help us catch this guy or your petty issues with him?" Alaric stood up with such force the chair he had been sat in shot back and hit the wall with such force the frames on the wall rattled.
"Petty? There is nothing petty about this!" he yelled, next thing he knew Damon was about three inches from his face.
"Really?! Because from where I am standing that's all it is!" Damon's eyes were shining with anger.
"After what he did to you, you really expect me to be able to look at him and not want to punch that perfect hair of his off his head?!" Alaric shouted, their faces getting even closer.
"I did! I did, so why can't you?!" Damon said, his eyes flicking from his boyfriends eyes and lips, neither of them knew who acted first but suddenly they were kissing with such passion that they didn't even notice that they had managed to tangle their hands in each others hair and clothes.
When they finally broke apart both of them were panting slightly, Alaric ran the pad of his thumb over Damon's left cheek before whispering against his lips,
"He's your ex, I have to hate him on principle." They both laughed slightly before Damon brought their foreheads to rest together.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"No, no I am." Alaric told him; bring one of his hands to rest on Damon's hip.
"Call him first thing in the morning, you're right; nothing is more important than getting this guy off the streets." Alaric said, reaching down to link their hands and reaching around Damon to grab his bag from the table and placing it on his own shoulder before leading them both out of the room. When they got to the edge of the bullpen and as Alaric flipped the lights off.
"He is a profiler, you do know he is gonna find out about us?" he asked as they walked, still hand in hand down the deserted hallways.
"Good, means I get to show my hot boyfriend off." Damon said with a smirk.
**DS&AS**
Alaric had been tense all morning, ever since Damon had made the phone call and then informed him that he would be there in three hours. Damon would never admit it but watching Alaric jump slightly every time there was a knock on the door was fun, he had even text each member of their team twice saying that he needed something that he really didn't, but he didn't dare do it anymore as he was sure Alaric was catching on but it turns out Alaric had no need to be so jumpy as Caroline's loud shrill of surprise was enough to alert them to their guests arrival.
Both of them rose from their seats together and made their way to the door, Damon grasped Alaric's fingers briefly before swinging the door open and heading down into the bull pen; Alaric took a deep breath and then followed him.
All of the team were greeting their old friend when he arrived at the group, soon it was his turn, he subtly placed himself between Damon and the man and held out his hand,
"Hello Elijah" Elijah Mikealson smiled at him, stretching out his hand to shake Alaric's who gripped tightly and if his enjoyment at the slight flicker of pain that crossed Elijah's face made him petty then he really didn't care. Thankfully this had gone unnoticed by the rest of the team; aside from Damon who rolled his eyes and then began guide everyone into the briefing room.
Three hours later Elijah was delivering his profile to the team, all of them were sat around him paying full attention, well all aside from Alaric, he thanked whatever power had blessed him with the ability to multitask as he listened to Elijah and also stopped himself from wanting to tear his face off as every five seconds the profiler would flick his eyes over to Damon and send him a very subtle smile, Alaric could feel his knuckles turning white as he clenched his fists so tightly under the table, he was just about to reach over the table and throttle the man with his own silk tie when he felt a hand place its self over the top of his own, looking down he saw it belonged to Damon, who's face showed no indication that he was doing anything. Alaric was able to listen to the rest of Elijah's profile without having to battle the urge to kill.
After they left the room, Damon headed over to the coffee machine and Alaric noticed that Elijah followed him, deciding that he needed to rescue his boyfriend from they slug in a fancy suit and perfect hair he made to set after them but was stopped when Jeremy shouted him over to his map which now took up almost a full wall. Again his ability to multitask was his blessing as he was able to listen to Jeremy and keep one eye on the coffee club.
By the time Jeremy was done with him Damon had managed to free himself from the clutches of his evil ex and took to the safety of their office. Alaric walked over to the coffee machine and began to pour himself a cup next to Elijah who was leaning against the counter, for a second neither of them said anything but Alaric could feel the eyes trying to bore right into his soul before he spoke.
"You'll have to watch the coffee around here, some people are convinced it comes alive at night." He said to Elijah who was still staring at him, the response he got was not what he had been expecting.
"You don't like me do you?" Elijah asked before taking a sip from his mug. It took Alaric a few seconds to compose himself.
"To be honest? No I don't, not after what you did to Damon, he deserves better than that."
"You're right, he does and I am glad he has found it with you." Elijah told him, taking another sip. Alaric nearly dropped his mug. He had expected Elijah to suspect that something was going on between them but not this fast.
"It is quite alright, I don't intent to tell anyone." He said before placing his now empty mug in the sink and starting to walk away, before he could get two feet however Alaric gripped him by the arm.
"Just so we are clear, Damon is my boyfriend and you can stop with the flirty looks."
"Oh that? That was simply a means to an end, to satisfy my own curiosity; as soon as he took your hand my suspicions were confirmed. I didn't treat Damon they way he deserved, it is clear you do, I wouldn't try to stand in the way of that."
**DS&AS**
When Alaric walked into their office Damon could see that he had a huge smile on his face and it appeared as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.
"What's got you in such a good mood?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Nothing in particular. You know, Elijah really isn't that bad is he?" Alaric asked as he flopped down into his chair. Damon just stared at him,
"Who are you and what have you done with Alaric Saltzman?"
**DS&AS**
When they all left that evening they were all in a better mood, Elijah had came and gone, leaving them with a profile that had increased their suspect list, which they would interview tomorrow. The team was happy because they were getting out at five pm on a Friday night and where going to be living their lives for a while and Alaric was on cloud nine as he leaned up against his Camero was he watched Damon pull into the parking space next to his and exit the car with a six pack of beer in his hand. Alaric grinned as he wrapped his arm around his boyfriends shoulders, feeling Damon snake a arm around his waist.
A/N – Well there we have it! Chapter two, I put this in because I have ALWAYS wanted to write a jealous Alaric and also because the next chapter is when things get real so I wanted to give you something fun before that. Let me know your thoughts.
