AN- Wow! I am super happy people like this. Thank you to the reviewers! If it wasn't for people like you, then this story wouldn't have gone on! I probably made the pairing really obvious, but just in case you know, don't say anything. I still am trying to figure out how to make it work, but I think I have a good idea. I hope I'm not making Dee seem like such a crybaby, but he lost his best friend, and his partner, and he is blaming himself. I'm not used to writing my characters depressed like this, so this is becoming a challenge for me.

Chapter 3

"Berkeley?"

Dee called him from his current position on the bed. Berkeley had carried him over to the bed and set him down after Dee's last batch of crying.

"Yes Dee."

"Will you call Bikky for me? I don't want him to come home and be surprised about this. Just tell him, it's urgent that he comes home...But if you tell him that, he'll worry. Oh God. How do I tell Bikky about this? He will hate me for sure!"

Dee started crying all over again. Berkeley felt sorry for him.

"Dee. It's ok Dee. I'll have JJ call him. JJ is good at handling stuff like that. OK?"

Berkeley thought he heard a muffled yes, so he left Dee alone in his room.

"Damn. This is hard."

Berkeley looked at the paper Dee had given him. He read the name aloud.

"Hillside Funeral Home. I'll give them a call, and help Dee plan the funeral."

He dialed the number on the bottom of the paper.

"Hello? Is this Stacy? My name is Berkeley Rose and I am the boss of the deceased Ryo Maclean."

"JJ?"

JJ looked up to see Drake coming towards him.

"Do you have the keys for their office? I don't have one for it."

JJ nodded his head. He tossed the key to Drake, and Drake sighed.

"Man. Poor Dee. I know what it feels like to loose a partner, but man, his lover also? This is why they tell you not to have relationships with people at work."

JJ sighed.

"Drake, I need to speak with you in private."

Drake nodded his head, and they went to a conference room that wasn't being used.

"What's the matter JJ?"

"You want to know why Ryo killed himself?"

Drake nodded his head.

"He broke it off with Dee last night, and I guess Dee took it differently then Ryo thought he would take it, and he shot himself."

Drake looked down.

"Oh man. The shit Dee must be going through. Does Dee blame himself then? Because he and Dee had broke up?"

JJ nodded his head.

"Holy shit. What about that kid Ryo adopted? Bikky or whatever."

"Rose called me and told me I have to call him and break the news to him. Drake, I don't want to do this. I can't tell him. I've heard Dee and Bikky go at it before, and Bikky isn't going to take too kindly to Dee after he finds out. Berkeley told me, that this was the kind of thing Bikky was always afraid of happening to Ryo."

Drake looked back up at JJ, and nodded his head.

"Do you want me to do it JJ?"

JJ nodded.

"Please. I don't think I can take that kind of thing."

Drake nodded. JJ had informed families before about the loss of relatives, but nothing like this.

"Thank you Drake."

JJ smiled at Drake as he walked out of the conference room.

"Dee? Dee?"

Dee opened his eyes. He thought he saw Ryo waking him.

"Ryo?"

Dee blinked and Berkeley was in front of him.

"Dee? You need to eat. You have been asleep for the past..."

He looked at his watch.

"...for the last four and a half hours now. And who knows how long before I came. Come on, I found some soup, and I made some for you."

Dee shook his head.

"No. I don't want to eat. I want to stay in bed."

"Dee. You have to eat something. You'll make yourself sick."

"No."

Dee began to curl up and pull the blankets around himself.

"No no no, Dee. If I have to shove the soup down your throat I'll do it."

Dee finally sat up and slowly pulled himself from the bed.

"Come on Dee."

Dee slowly trudged to the kitchen, and sat down. He was afraid to look around the room. He and Ryo had shared so many intimate moments in this place. Whenever Ryo would wash dishes, Dee would always come up behind him, and wrap his arms around his waist. He would slowly kiss Ryo's neck, and rock his hips into Ryo's.

"Dee? You have to sit up in order to eat."

Berkeley said calmly.

"But, I don't want to eat. Do I have to?"

Berkeley nodded his head as he pushed the bowl of soup towards Dee.

"Come on. Its good and good for you."

Dee looked at the bowl of tomato soup that was before him. He felt tears prick at his eyes again.

"You just had to pick out tomato soup didn't you?"

Dee asked Berkeley. Berkeley thought about it, and then realized it.

"I'm so sorry Dee. I'll make you something else."

Berkeley took the bowl and set it in the sink. He found a can of chicken noodle soup, and went about making that instead.

'I'm such an idiot at times.'

Berkeley thought to himself.

'What the hell was I thinking in giving him tomato soup?'

Berkeley stirred the soup, and heard Dee's chair scrap against the floor.

"Did you get a hold of Bikky yet?"

Dee asked. He was now behind Berkeley.

"I told JJ to call him, and tell him what happened. Don't worry Dee. Everything will be ok."

Berkeley said as he poured the soup into a new bowl.

"Now. You eat, while I go and call the station."

Dee nodded his head. He sat back down at the table, and just stared at the soup.

'Ryo and I used to love to eat soup on cold winter days. He would sip tea, and I would drink my coffee, and we would go out and walk together. We would always come back and have soup.'

Dee felt tears run down his cheeks again. The funeral would be hell on him. He only hoped that Bikky came back in time for it.

Bikky practically ran up the stairs of the apartment. He had gotten the call from a guy at the station named Drake, and the second he got off the phone he was on the next flight home. He walked into the apartment and saw Dee sitting on the couch alone. Dee didn't even look up to acknowledge his presence.

"So. Do you hate me? He killed himself because of me. You should hate me."

Dee said. He had been holding a picture of himself, Ryo and Bikky. It was the day Bikky made the final shot that won his team the basketball game.

"Dee. I don't know what to say to you. Yes, I am pissed at you. This is everything I had always feared would happen. He killed himself because you two broke up."

"I didn't break up with him. He broke up with me. But still, it was my fault. If only I would have done something. Anything. He wouldn't have killed himself. But...I don't know what I could have done. What could I have said to that? He told me it would be better...if we ended the relationship. I...yelled at him...I told him that I didn't need him either...and...and..."

Dee broke down again. He felt arms wrap around him, and he looked up to see Bikky sobbing on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry Bikky...I...just...don't know what I could have done."

The two of them wept together throughout the night.

AN- I don't know if I made Bikky too soft or not. I mean I'm sure he's really mad at Dee, but at the same time, he feels sorry for Dee as well. Eh, I tried. Anyway, in the next chapter I am going to skip ahead to the funeral, and the progression of the secrete relationship. (Which I'm sure most of you have gotten whom it is by now.)