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Here's chap 2 enjoy!

Chapter 2: The Anal Chef part 1

"What do you have in mind of doing cowgirl?" Travis questioned after annoying Wes again for several minutes. Wes looked down avoiding eye contact with Travis and biting back a smile.

"I dunno beer and a movie?"

Travis sucked his teeth. It was the end of week, Friday to be exact. They were off tomorrow until Monday sot he new officers of their department could have their orientation. He could have beer and a movie any day of the week. Hell, Travis had beer and a movie this morning.

" I had beer and a movie this morning man, what else you got?"Travis said waving him off. A look of disgust crossed Wes' face.

"Travis that is horrible. Beer for breakfast? I can't imagine what you think-"

"Yeah yeah, I have a date with my bed tonight anyway" Travis turned to face Wes and found his face grow from dark to disappointed. He was about to ask Wes what got his panties in a bunch but noticed Wes suddenly had that "trick the perp into confessing" look on his face. Travis knew that look well and knew not to fall for it. Whataver Wes had up his sleeve Travis would not fall for it. No way. Nuh uh.

"Shame really" Wes begun, shaking his wistfully while picking up the rest of his belongings from a nearby bench. He slightly turned his head. "Tonight was Chicken Parm night"

Travis' eyebrows shot up up and he bit back a squeal. He hadn't had chicken parm in weeks. Not since he and Wes did that stakeout really. He'd been too busy with cases to actually have it again at his favorite place. Even though by far Wes made it better. Damn him.

"Damn you Wes" Travis murmured biting his fist and whimpering. Wes turned around giving Travis a look of pity. "Have a nice time with your bed, be safe-"

"Oh no no no, Liz. I can't let you have all that to yourself now can I?" Travis interrupted patting Wes on the back happily. "You cook it better than my favorite place anyway" If Travis didn't know any better the next sound that escaped Wes' throat was a...giggle? Wesley Mitchell giggling? Travis' eyes darted right into Wes', who's dreamy expression dropped. He coughed awkwardly before shrugging off Travis' arm and moving towards the exit. Travis mentally shook himself of the weird feeling he got from that moment and followed right after him.

"You're welcome" Travis said as he and Wes neared the parking lot. Wes threw him a confused glance.

"For what?"

"You're lucky to have me over tonight for dinner on vacation" Travis replied back matter of factly. Wes gave an unreadable expression in response that Travis didn't seem to notice.

"Oh if one should be so lucky as me, I might just die happy right here and now" Wes said in what Travis believe to be mock cheerfulness.

"You're damn right Wesley" Travis said with a scoff. "I usually charge for dinner appearances. You should feel honored."

Travis stayed silent for a few moments expecting another smartass retort from his partner. When it didn't arrive he turned quickly to face Wes to find him staring in front of him with a serious expression. Travis was pretty sure a second before Wes was staring at him.

"So you're leaving your bike here?" Wes questioned, still not looking in Travis' direction.

"Aw crap" Travis sighed face palming himself. He glanced in the direction of his parked Harley near Wes' car. How could he forget about his baby?

"I'll just drive alongside you and-"

"NO!"

Travis stopped immediately in his tracks throwing an alarmed look in Wes' direction. He look almost ...angry?

"I meant...just drive home to drop off your bike and meet me at my place"

Travis narrowed his eyes for a moment taking in the twitchy frazzled appearance of his partner before a interesting thought hit him.

"You're not trying to kill me are you Wes?"

"No! Travis why would I be trying to kill-"

"HELP! Someone HELP!"

"Travis! What the hell are you doing?"

Travis started running in a circle around Wes' car with his hands cupped around his mouth. "Someone help! My partner's trying to kill me!"

"Oh, you're going to make me chase you? Is that it? If I wanted to kill you Travis I would have done it a long time ago in a place would your body would never be found! Now stop that! It's late-you know what?" Wes dropped his belongings and began chasing Travis.

"Please don't kill me Wes! I haven't lived my life yet! I just left my law firm to join the police force!" Travis laughed still running around the parking lot.

"Travis! Stop! I'm not chasing you anymore, and if that's my life by the way," Wes said stopping to catch his breath."You're way off"

Travis stopped his running after a beat. He reminded himself that having the chef tuckered out from running was no good for him. Who would cook his chicken parm? That was the most important thing right now.

"You good man?" Travis asked, walking back over to Wes. He placed a hand on his shoulder. "I wouldn't want your Chicken parm making hand to get tired"

Wes glowered at him. "Ah ha ha. I'm not making it" An evil smile crossed his face. "You are"

Left a cliff hanger sorry about that. I need to plan out the next chap a little better. Thanks for reading~ :)