He beat Schwab back to the station, of course. He didn't even both looking for the officer, knowing he was probably still with Vivienne, his...wife. Lee hated that word. The thought of her left a sour taste in his mouth; how could Schwab, his Schwab, marry someone like that? His stomach churned. Would Schwab even want to work with him anymore? Lee was ok being a homewrecker, but Schwab was a police officer, a staple in the community; if he cheated on Vivienne, his reputation would be ruined, and it would be all Lee's fault. He clenched the steering wheel. How had things gotten so fucked up so quickly?
He pulled into his parking spot behind the station and quietly turned the car off. He didn't want to go inside and face everyone, least of all Schwab. He wouldn't get to the station for another couple minutes at least, and Lee figured he should hurry up and get the cheesecake ready for when the officer did arrive. After all, he already had one foot nuts deep in hell, he might as well go all the way in.
Lee scooped the cake from his passengers seat and got out of the car, briefly musing at how hot the day had gotten with the summer sun beating down. He felt a bead of sweat fall from his forehead and was thankful when the cool air conditioning from the station greeted him. He spared Amanda a nod that she ignored and went to Schwab's office to ready the cake.
When he opened the door to the office, he was met with the same scene as when he left: a messy pile of paperwork in an ordinary police office. Lee sighed at seeing how much work he had left to do and dropped the cheesecake on the desk. He dropped into Schwab's comfortable office chair, intending to take a minute relaxing in the plush seat. It was warmer in the officer than in the main area; with the door closed, the air con didn't quite reach the corners of the room, and heat clung to each edge of the space. The heat, not yet oppressive, relaxed Lee even more, and he sunk deeper in the chair, a satisfied sigh escaping his lips. Why should he be stuck in the uncomfortable chair on the other side of the desk while Schwab lounged around watching him work? The unfairness stung, but Lee knew if he wanted to get far in LPPD he'd just have to deal with it for the time being.
Figuring he had another couple minutes before the officer returned, Lee indulged himself and swung his feet up on the heavy oak of Schwab's desk, closing his eyes to bask in the comfort for just a minute more.
Suddenly, the door swung open so hard it slapped (heh) the wall with a sharp snap. Lee's eyes shot open and he started in the chair, his hands automatically going for the armrests to push himself up. For a second, he and Schwab stared into each other's eyes. Lee's quick observation of the officer found that his shirt was rumpled, collar undone and buttons open in a wide V down his chest. Schwab's eye lasered in on the feet on his desk, and Lee hurriedly put them back on the floor, springing out of the chair as soon as they hit ground.
"I-I, sorry, I was just sitting for a minute and I guess I wasn't really thinking and I'm sorry I know this is your–" he stumbled through an apology, but Schwab held a hand up in a clear command to stop, and the intern's mouth snapped shut. Schwab briskly stepped into the room and shut the door behind him with a quick click, his eyes narrowing at the displaced intern standing awkwardly next to his desk.
"You know I don't like people touching my things, Lee," he said, stalking forward. Every instinct in Lee shouted for him to move, to run, that this man was danger, but it was as if he was paralyzed. Despite it all, Lee could feel pricks of electric want, need, racing through his bloodstream as the officer got closer.
"Did you take anything, I wonder?" Schwab said, planting himself less than a foot from the lusty (heh) intern. (AN sexyback is playing right now and it's really making me….heh ;) ) His hands clasped Lee's forearms into a tight grip, the intern's eyes following each movement and widening at the contact.
"I guess there's one way to find out…" Schwab said, voice dangerously low, as he slowly raised his grip, Lee's shirtsleeves following. Lee couldn't help the gasp that escaped him; what was Schwab doing? Searching him? They both know Lee wants more than anything to be a police officer; he'd never steal, especially from the superior in charge of his job...of him.
"Schwab...Casey...what are you doing?" he breathed. Schwab moved his hands from Lee's arms to his collar, working the first button on his shirt to unclasp it.
"Lee, are you aware that strip searches are legal in Dehn County?" Schwab said casually, moving to the next button on the shirt. Lee felt heat rush through his body, a hot blush forming on his face. Not that he didn't like this development, but Schwab was wrong; strip searches weren't legal anywhere in the state of Minnesota, he'd done an assignment at Normandale Community College on it. He considered telling Schwab, but then the officer moved down a button, trailing his fingers over the flesh on his collar that became exposed.
"Well, I guess you'd better make sure I didn't take anything, Officer," Lee said, his breath hitching midway through the sentence as the officer moved down yet another button.
"I think I will, Lee," Schwab said, and the smile he gave the intern sent more heat through his body. Lee was. Well. He was rock. Hard. He hoped the officer didn't notice (or did he? He honestly wasn't sure anymore) as he tried to shift subtly to hide the gigantic (like, huge) bulge in his pants.
Things were certainly getting interesting in the Liberty Park Police Officer.