Whirlwind: A Hawk and Spenser Romance 11?

Disclaimer: I do not own Spenser, Hawk, Susan or any of the other characters created by Robert B. Parker.
Rating: PG-13 for now. May go up in later chapters for violence and a bit of sexual content.
Warning: This fic contains slash, meaning a physical relationship between two male characters, namely Hawk and Spenser. (Hence the title.) If this squicks you please turn back now before you get upset. Will contain violence and a bit of Het in the first few chapters as well.

Keeping It In Perspective

"Not particularly." I answered sullenly, glaring at the stovetop. "But I would have. Could have found something else to do I suppose."

"Like what?" Hawk asked, playing devil's advocate. "A nine to five in an office, hmm?"

"It's possible."

"Not too likely, bawse."

"True."

"Hell, I don't know what I would do, but for her…" I left the thought half said, but Hawk picked up the rest.

"That the case, why don' you follow Suse down to Florida?"

"She didn't want me there." I told him while chucking all of the cut up vegetables in the soup pan. "And even if she did, Suse couldn't be bothered to discuss it with me."

We were both quiet for a while as I cooked the soup. Between the chopping, throwing the veggies in the pan and my furious stirring, by the time the soup was cooked my anger had fled to distant parts replaced by a vague sense of lethargy. The kitchen was filled with slurping as we ate. I glanced across the table at Hawk and had to smile. He had a linen napkin set daintily on his lap and was sipping the soup as if it was a fine delicacy at some country club. He caught me staring at him and caught my gaze. As usual his were deep and fathomless.

"You would have been miserable wit' in a week."

"Un huh."

"Stubborn bastard."

"Un huh."

Just as I was falling back into self-pity, Hawk grabbed the empty bowls and placed them in the sink. From there he grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to my feet.

"Come on."

"What?"

"Get some clothes together, babe."

"What?" I asked redundantly.

"'M not about to let you wallow by yo' self. Besides I need you as back up."

That brought me up short. I couldn't deal with Hawk of all people fussing over me, but if it was for a case that was something different.

"What about Morris?" I asked slightly unsure. "I'm not at my best right now, man."

"I take my chances." He answered assuredly while walking into my bedroom. "You coming?"

With a shrug I followed him inside, just hoping I wasn't making a huge mistake.