Chapter 7

The drive ended in an abandon warehouse, Travis shut off the engine and handed the keys to Sam and was told to wait as Sam got out and dragged Wes with him.

He stood up, hauled the blonde man into standing and pressed his body against his captive, enjoying the feel of the other man.

Wes started to blush as Sam pressed closed to him and he felt nausea build in the back of his throat at the unwanted attention.

"You look so good." Sam said as he leaned a little forward and sniffed. "And smell pretty nice, too. I've missed you so much and we are going to have so much fun."

Sam stood back and opened the door to Travis, who got out as fast as he could and looked at his partner.

He didn't like what he saw for under the blush the blonde man was pale, his lips where in a tight line and his uninjured hand was clenched so hard the knuckles turned white.

Sam pushed Travis a little forward as he grabbed Wes and moved the two detectives in front of a door. He took out a key, unlocked the door and ushered them inside.

It wasn't a big room, it held a bed and a small bathroom were attached to it, no windows in either room.

"It's not the Hilton but it will do for now." Sam smiled then he closed the door and the two detectives could hear him lock it.

For a moment Travis and Wes just stood there looking around the small room. Travis moved up to the small bed, sat down and looked up at his partner.

Wes was still standing, his head hurt and his casted wrist throbbed. He looked at his partner and he couldn't understand why Travis had laid down his gun.

He usually shoots first then asks questions but not today obviously but why? He replayed the situation in his head, feeling Sam's arm close around his throat but instead of replaying the whole scene his mind jumped to when Sam pressed his whole body against his own, making the nausea rise again and he dashed for the bathroom and started to heave into the toilet.

After a couple of dry heaves, he reached to flush the toilet and then leaned back against the wall closing his eyes. Travis sat down beside him, their shoulders touching and Wes looked at him.

"How are you feeling?" Travis asked concern clear in his voice. "And please tell me the truth."

"I don't know." Wes croaked not knowing what to say or what to think.

"Are you hurting?"

"Not much." Wes said and the looked at his partner. "Why did you drop the gun?"

"If I hadn't, I think that he would have shot you." Travis said anguish clear in his voice. "I couldn't handle that."

"But he is going to hurt you." Wes said in a small voice, looking away then he said in a very low voice. "I can't handle that."

"He only seems intent on hurting you, Wes." Travis said looking at his partner's profile and anger was boiling in his stomach at how Sam treated the blonde man.

"Maybe right now but he is mentally instable, Travis." Wes said shaking his head." Maybe he sees you like competion or something and then he will hurt you. So please promise me that you won't antagonize." Wes tried to shift to a more comfortable position but hissed as he only succeeded in jarring his bound wrists, making the one without a cast starting to bleed sluggishly.

"Shit, now you are bleeding." Travis said, got up and took a towel that was hanging by the sink, then he turned on the water and wet it before he put it on Wes's bleeding wrist. "He really put them on tight."

"Promise me." Wes said as he looked deep into Travis's blue eyes.

"Yeah, I promise." Travis said and he felt his partner relax a little. "How's your head?"

"It's fine." Wes sighed in relief at Travis answer. "I have had worse."

Travis nodded not knowing what to say to that but tried to offer comfort to his partner by sitting beside him, close, glad that Wes wasn't shying away from the contact.

Wes leaned back his head and closed his eyes, he felt Travis's body heat and he actually was glad that his partner was there. And that made him angry at himself because he didn't want Travis to get hurt because of him.

The door opened and Sam walked into the room and his now brown eyes gleamed as he saw the two men sitting so close.

"How cute." He sneered, and then he held out a water bottle to Wes. "Here drink."

"Not unless Travis gets one." Wes said looking up at the big man.

"If you don't drink he will get nothing." Sam said as he crouched down in front of Wes holding out the bottle.

Wes grabbed the bottle, awkwardly with his bound hands and drank deeply from it, keeping his eyes on Sam and then gave it back to him.

"Good boy." Sam said as he leaned forward and caressed Wes's cheek then he took out another bottle and started to uncap it.

Travis bit the inside of his cheek as he tried his hardest to not say anything and he kept on glaring at Sam, wanting nothing more than to get up and beat the man in front of him to a bloody pulp.

Sam met his eyes and smiled at him, making Travis even angrier but then he felt his partner's head first on his shoulder but then he felt Wes's whole body slide into him and the blonde head rested awkwardly in Travis's lap.

"Wes?" Travis stomach dropped as he saw his partner' closed eyes. "Did you drug him?"

"Yes. I think it's time for you and me to talk without interruptions." Sam held out the bottle to Travis. "Yours is not drugged."

Travis accepted the bottle and almost chokes on it as Sam gathered Wes in his arm and carried the blonde man over to the bed and gently lay him down on the bed.

"He is the most handsome man I've seen." Sam said as he bent down do touch the unconscious man's face.

"You wanted to talk." Travis said and shifted, he wanted to stop Sam from touching Wes. "Let's talk."

"He is mine." Sam said as he kept looking at Wes. "You know that right?"

"Doesn't Wes have anything to say about it?" Travis said. "I don't think he would agree with you."

"I don't really like you." Sam said as he turned away from Wes and concentrated on Travis. "I don't understand why he puts up with you."

"Well, I really don't like you either." Travis huffed. "What's your end game here?"

"To get Wes to love me of course." Sam said dreamily and with those words Travis knew that Wes had been right about the man.

"And what's your plan?" Travis tried to keep his cool.

"When he wakes up I'll tell him that I'll kill you if he doesn't love me." Sam said as he held out the gun and pointed it at Travis.

"I don't think that is the way to go, man." Travis said as he tried not to laugh hysterically.

"Well, obviously you mean a lot to him." Sam said. "Why I can't understand but Wes would do anything to save one he loves."

Hearing that made Travis remember when Wes had told him about when Sam had threatened Alex and he knew that the big man was right.

And he knew that he had to do something.

Suddenly there were some strange noises from the bed and it took Travis a couple of seconds to figure that it was Wes.

"Sam! He is starting to vomit!" Travis yelled out panic clear in his voice.

Sam turned around and dashed to the bed, he turned Wes onto his side so he wouldn't choke on the bile that came out.

Travis heard his partner gasp for air and tried to get a look, what he saw made the panic rise to another level.

Wes was soaked thru by sweat, his face was flushed and he seemed to have a hard time breathing.

"What did you give him?" Travis tried to get up.

"Stay back!" Sam yelled as he petted Wes's head. "Just some mild sedative. It supposed to knock him out for a half an hour."

"Well it seems like he is having some side effect."

"I didn't think they were any."

And then Wes eyes started to flutter open and he coughed a couple of times, then he noticed Sam, his eyes became panicked and he tried to shy away from the big man.

"It's okay now, honey." Sam said.

"Travis?" Wes croaked out looking wildly around.

"I'm here…" Travis started to say but was interrupted by a roar that came from Sam.

"Why are you just concerned about HIM!" Sam yelled out in anger as he grabbed Wes by his biceps and throttled him. "I'm the one that cares about you!"

"Let him go, Sam!" Travis yelled out panicked as he saw his partner being shaken like a ragdoll.

"Shut up! He is mine!" Sam yelled as he threw the blonde man down on the floor and advanced on Travis. "Everything is your fault! If it wouldn't be for you he would love me!"

Travis got up on one knee as Sam started to move towards him and then he rushed the big man, tackling him down with his left shoulder and both men landed in a heap on the floor. Travis pushed himself up, pushing a knee into Sam's stomach and was rewarded with an oomph from the big man but Sam recovered and kicked at Travis's feet making the detective go down.

Sam threw himself on top Travis and started to pound on him, the detective had his arms up deflecting the blows when a gunshot sounded out and Sam fell on top of him.

"Travis?" Wes voice was cracked and barley high enough for Travis to hear.

"Shit, this man is heavy." Travis groaned as he pushed at Sam's body and got out from under him.

"Travis? Are you alright?" Wes was lying on his side breathing hard with the gun in his hands.

"Yes, just some bruises." Travis said as he crawled towards his partner.

"Good." Wes said as he dropped the gun and his head thumped on to the floor.

"Wes?" Travis grabbed his partner's shoulder but couldn't rouse the blonde man and for a second he couldn't tell if Wes was breathing. "Shit! Wes! Don't do this to me, man!" Travis yelled out as tears started to form in his eyes.

He leaned forward to hear if his partner was breathing or not, then he grabbed Wes's head carefully and saw his partner's blonde hair soaked with blood from a gash just in his hair line.

Travis patted Wes on his nose gently and was rewarded by the fluttering eyelids of his partner.

"Yes, Wes. Open your eyes for me." Travis smiled thru his tears as Wes slowly focused on him.

"Travis?" Wes's voice was barley a whisper. "Why are you crying?"

"It's nothing." Travis said wiping his tears. "How are you feeling?"

"Not good." Wes said as he closed his eyes.

"Hey! Wes!" Travis said panic clear in his voice. "Don't shut your eyes yet, babe" He looked around, got up and walked over to Sam's body. "Try to stay awake." In the second pocket he found a cellphone and he imidetely dialed 911 as he walked back to his partner.

Travis spoke his badge number, the address where they were at and told them about Wes's condition.

"We will have a bus at your location soon, detective Marks." The operator said to Travis. "Please keep the line open and tell me if anything changes for your partner."

Travis kneeled beside Wes who was watching him with tired eyes.

"I'm sorry, Travis." Wes whispered as he tried to reach for his partner to touch a bruise that was forming on the dark haired man's cheek but hissed in pain when he tried to move.

"Its okay, Wes." Travis said. "It's not your fault."

"But you are here because of me." Wes closed his eyes, he was so tired and his whole body was hurting.

"Hey, babe. Keep those baby blues open for me." Travis said gently as he laid one of his hands on Wes's cheek, feeling the smooth and hot skin under his hand. "Just for a little while longer."

Wes opened his eyes slowly trying to focus on Travis, he leaned into the touch and sighed.

"You have cold hands. It feels nice."

Before Travis could respond two police cars and an ambulance drove into the warehouse and stopped right outside the door.

"We are here!" He yelled out as the car doors opened. "Wes, help is here now."

The medics bustled thru the small door, one of them took a look at Travis as one of the cops unlocked his handcuffs.

"I'm fine, just a little bruised but my partner is worse of." Travis said to the medic in front of him.

"Jack! I need something to cut thru this plastic ties." The other medic that was beside Wes called out.

Jack handed him a small blade and the other medic looked at Wes.

"I'm sorry but this gonna hurt."

"It's alright." Wes said and he bit his lip as the medic cut thru the plastic ties, cutting the blonde man but Wes was happy to lose the ties.

Then medics made a quick assessment of Wes injuries, Jack inserted a PVK and they lifted Wes onto the stretcher and wheeled him out to the ambulance, Travis close behind.

AN:So I hope that it didn't suck to much. Thank you all that have left comments, it means a lot!
I think I' gonna write one more chapter but now I feel rather blank on how to move on but I'll try.
Thanks again for reading my crap!