(... or, what happens when DS Justin Ripley snogs a senior officer in front of about half the London constabulary.) John steps out of the back of a lorry punched open with bullet holes with something broken in his eyes and petrol soaked into his coat, dripping from his eyelashes, his fingers. And Justin doesn't know if he hates him or loves him. (Except, he kind of does.)
Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,211 - Reviews: 5 - Favs: 7 - Published: 3/27/2013 - J. Luther - Complete