Colby woke up about an hour or so after he fell asleep. He lifted his head up and looked around, blushing slightly when he realized his head was in his boss' lap. Uh oh he thought. Half awake; he shifted himself so he his head was on the armrest of the other side of the couch. Just as he was falling back to sleep he heard a mumbling noise coming from Don.

"Don?" Colby whispered, "You awake?"

He started snoring lightly again.

Although Colby could only pick out words and phrases, he guessed that Don was a sleep talker. And judging by what he was saying, Don was reliving their last case in his dreams.

"Search party…find them….too late….hurts…" He mumbled.

Colby got up on his elbows to make sure Don was still asleep. What hurt? He looked Don over and even in the dim light he didn't seem to have any bruises. Wait, what's that on his arm? One of Don's sleeves rode up a bit and Colby could see that his entire forearm was bandaged up. He reached up to grab Don's arm but stopped when he started talking again.

"My fault….dead…too young….my fault…"

He stared at Don hard, He knows the case wasn't his fault right? As he looked at Don, he couldn't help but notice how cute Don looked when he was asleep. His hair was slightly ruffled and he looked so peaceful. Colby noticed how Don's arms were muscled perfectly and he couldn't help but wonder how many other muscles Don was hiding beneath that shirt.

Colby fell asleep again after that and his dreams were full of a shirtless Don chasing criminals around a baseball field.
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At six A.M. Don woke up with a huge yawn and a throbbing pain in his left arm. Where am I? As he looked around, the events of last night came crashing back to him. He remembered the cliff, the bottle, the cuts and Colby. Where was Colby anyway? Don looked around again and the blonde was nowhere to be seen.

"Colb?" he called out.

"In here," he heard Colby's strong voice come from the kitchen

Walking in, Don stopped dead in his tracks. There was Colby making a pot of coffee and wearing a pair of tight jeans and no shirt. Don tried not stare, but failed miserably. He found himself raking his eyes over Colby's chiseled arms and flat stomach; and it didn't help the Colby's jeans left almost nothing to the imagination. He could see his toned legs and the outline of his cock. Right now Don thought he would do just about anything to have Colby's warm body pressed against his own—

"Don?"

"Huh? Oh, uh sorry, Colby. Did you say something?" a blush crept up Dons face and settled on his cheekbones and the tips of his ears.

"Yeah, do you want some coffee before you go?"

"Sure," Don watched as Colby poured him a mug of the energizing liquid and they both sat down at the small table in the kitchen.

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Colby spoke up.

"So what happened to your arm?"

Shit. Shit. Shit! Don felt his heart rate pick up as he tried to think of an excuse.

"Oh, uh….it's nothing Colby….just scratched it on the edge of my desk." Smooth, Eppes; couldn't come up with anything better?

Colby wondered why Don would bandage it up like that if it was just a scratch, but shook it off. Don probably had his reasons.

"Oh, well if you need any pain killers they're in the bathroom."

"I think I'll be fine, Colby. But I think I should be going, got a lot of paperwork to do now that the case is finished."

Colby showed Don the door and Don said his goodbyes before climbing into his black escalade and heading back to his own apartment.

Sorry this one's short. I've been busy and haven't been able to update. The next chapter will be better, but I won't put one up unless I get more reviews! (I'm thinking like five or six more….not too hard). So go fishing, eat a pineapple, paint your dog, and review this story.