This is another installment after the 1x03 of common law. I really like these guys. I kind of forgot the names of the partner that Travis had and I couldn't find it anywhere, so I just screwed it and improvised. Thank you for reading.

Guilty

Do I feel guilty?

I mean, I guess I feel a little bad about…. Well, cheating on him. Cheating? Geez, it's not like we were married. Yeah, I guess I feel bad.

I should apologize, right? Yeah, right. Travis Marks, ladies' man, constitutional, pathological, womanizing, blah, blah, blah… apologize, right...

Wes would be all like, 'Travis you're being ridiculous. Sure this douche, fricky, jackass played us, but we are way too good at what we do to be caught up with what happened with Starsky and Hutch…' or something like that.

Group has input too, but not the helpful kind. It's hard enough that we have to share 'feelings' and what not, but this stuff that's been going on, it's like super personal.

Right, therapist… therapy… personal, I get it.

Not to mention, she did it… Dr. Ryan. She was totally in my head. Doc. Ryan was the only and do mean only reason that Me and Wes didn't destroy those two. I felt bad enough about what happened five years ago. I didn't need that on my conscience.

It was nice… Wes and I almost got along for an entire case, for like a second. I feel kinda bad about that too.

Wes, I mean.

This whole case my stupid baggage was piled up all over his desk, and on top of that I totally disregarded the whole cleaning…. cleansing thing that he was doing. I don't particularly understand it, and I'm not going to pretend to, but I should probably start listening to my partner. If I'm not careful, Me and Wes could turn into a much more violent version of my last partnership.

I know that Wes is different than… than that. I know that nothing could every make Wes leave after all this. After everything that happened before, after he pulled his gun on me, after therapy, after everything; there's obviously no way that Wes would leave now. … I think…. I hope.

I find that when we have a common goal in mind, and when Wes is as hungry as he was this week, that him and me… we can really work like we used to. We can pull our shit together and work as a team.

Side note, I really have to get Wes and Kendall together. Those two work. I don't think Wes would notice if the girl stepped up and kissed on the mouth, but I'll see to those two.

I know Wes thinks I'm being a dick about the whole Alex thing… and I probably am, but it really is only because I care. I care about Wes and his lack of a social life. His whole world is his job, his car…. And me, I guess. How messed up is that. I need to fix that immediately.

So… do I feel guilty…

Guilty…

No.

No I don't.

I don't feel guilty, I feel… I feel relieved.

It's Wes.

I feel relieved because of the stubborn, anal, pretentious, jackass that I've come to think of as my… well, for lack of any other term I can think of… my brother-from-another-mother.

By the way, if I had to listen to one more pun, or give one more awkward-as-hell high five, I was gonna kill that Beverly Hills Hillbilly and not feel a damn thing about it.

So yeah, I'm relieved. If I never had that fallout, I would have never been partners with Wes, I would have never had one of the best arrest records in the LAPD… of course, I also would have never had to apologize to Wes for imaginary things, I would have never had a gun pulled on me by my 'partner', and also wouldn't have ever had to go to therapy… but it's not like I'm keeping track or anything….

I don't feel guilty.

I just can't wait to bug the hell out of Wes for this whole cleansing thing.

Our bodies are a temple my ass…

And that was the third chronicle. Maybe, one day, if I get some reviews 'hint, hint' I'll write some installments that actually have dialogue in them... crazy, right! Thanks again for reading. Bye! :