Sorry for not writing in so long! Hope people are still reading this.

Ryo spent the next few hours uneasily working on the write-up for the raid. "Ryo?" a familiar feminine face appeared in the doorway.

"Diana?" Ryo hurried to pull up a chair for her.

She looked like she had just came by with the sunglasses pushed onto her head and a short black dress. "I came as soon as I could," Diana told him, sitting down on the chair which Ryo had brought out, "Berkley called me and told me about Dee."

"You came all the way down here for Dee?"

"Don't be a silly goose," Diana rolled her eyes, "Why would I care about that bastard? No, I just would never miss an opportunity to see Berky," her look became more serious, "I was actually more worried about you."

"Me?" Ryo stared at her, "Thanks but I'm fine."

"No, you're not," Diana gently pulled his face sideways to look at her straight in the eye, "You're worried about Dee."

"D-Dee?" Ryo sweatdropped, "Why would I be that worried about him?"

Diana snickered. "Oh my god, Ryo. It's so obvious that you and Dee are completely in love with each other."

"L-love?" Ryo's face was going a brilliant shade of red, "Diana-"

"No, listen to me, Ryo. Dee is in a horrible condition. I saw him leaving the office. It's going to take a lot to get him out of the state he's in. I can tell you're worried about him but you're just sitting here and not doing anything because you don't want to look like you care."

The words struck Ryo hard. He sunk back down in his chair, leaning his head against his hand. "Alright, Diana. I do admit that I an worried about him. I mean knowing Dee and his hotheadedness… how could you tell?"

Diana smiled sympathetically. "How could you not be worried about him? Much as I dislike him, I even can't help worrying about him."

"But… what can I do?"

"I'm afraid that's what you have to decide. Just don't lie to yourself, Ryo. Now, I'm off to see Berky."

"Is there something between you two?"

"As if," Diana sighed, "He's just as flaming gay as ever."

She didn't bother to add that Ryo was his main target. If Ryo hadn't realized yet, she wasn't about to tell him that he was her romantic competitor. Ryo watched Diana leave and then looked at his watch: two hours before his shift was over. But his quick conversation with Diana had made him want to see Dee immediately. He went down the hall to Drake and JJ's office. Thankfully, Drake was the only one there. "Drake?"

"Yeah?"

"Here's the write-up on the raid," he dropped it on Drake's desk, "It's finished. I'm leaving early. Do you mind not telling the chief? Thanks."

He left as soon as possible ignoring Drake's protests.

Dee's door was locked but Ryo saw lights inside. He knocked on the door. There was a pause and then he heard, very quietly a rough voice say, "Who is it?"

"Ryo."

"Come in."

Dee was sitting on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. His hair was a mess: something Ryo hardly ever saw as Dee was very particular about his hair. His eyes were slightly red (from crying, Ryo suspected) and unfocused. He didn't turn to look at Ryo as Ryo sat down at the edge of his bed. "Dee? Are you alright?"

This seemed a stupid question as Dee was obvious not okay but Ryo could not think of anything else to say. "Why did you come here, Ryo?" Dee still didn't look at him.

"I… I was worried about you. I thought you might want to talk about it. I talked to your… her."

Dee finally pushed himself up so that his unreadable emerald eyes were level with Ryo's brown ones. "If you were smart, you would have stayed away."

He forcefully pulled Ryo up so that their lips met. Ryo didn't struggle, If it will help him get over it…

But within seconds, he sensed something wrong with Dee's kiss. He felt nothing behind it. It was just a forceful, hard kiss without passion. He felt Dee push him down and lean over him. Their lips were parted but Dee was staring at him with that unreadable expression. Ryo felt a shiver go through him, I don't even want to know what he's thinking. This could be bad.

Strangely enough, Dee rolled off him and began staring at the ceiling again. "Leave me alone, Ryo."

"Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?"

"I don't want to fricken talk to you. I told you to leave me alone."

Ryo hesitated and then decided to try something that could ultimately be dangerous to him. He leaned over and gently pressed his lips against Dee. Dee didn't kiss him back. He just pulled away. "Fuck off, Ryo."

"Dee?" Ryo's face was filled with pain.

When Dee said nothing, Ryo turned to leave. "You can't waste your whole life away in here," he told Dee, quietly and then left.

He's right, you know, a part of Dee said.

But most of Dee disagreed. He can't possibly understand. It's none of his fucking business. Maybe I can't waste my whole life away but I can end it.

Somehow, that prospect wasn't very appealing, either. A picture of Ryo's hurt face when Dee told him to fuck off flashed before his eyes. He quickly pushed it away. Ryo is nothing to me anymore. He can't be. I've been so horny around him. Who knows it could have been from my genes?

A sensible part of him pointed out that it wasn't genes that made him love Ryo but he didn't care. He was completely miserable. Goddammit Ryo! Why do you have to be so fucking good sometimes?

Ryo stood outside the door of Dee's apartment, his eyes closed. Not only had Dee not pounced on him the second he had gotten up the courage to kiss Dee but he had told him to fuck off. In all honesty, he almost wished Dee had pushed him down because at least he would have known Dee was feeling a little better. But the Dee in that room wasn't the Dee Ryo knew. In fact, he almost seemed like he hated Ryo. Oh god, what if Diana's right? What if I do love Dee? What if it's too late?