Secrets Revealed
Chapter two
This is my first story. I really like the show LO:SVU, the characters (especially George Huang), and the actors that play them. I defiantly do NOT own them or the show. I apologize if my story may offend some people. I also apologize if the characters act ooc or if I got their past wrong. I couldn't find any background for George Huang. I also apologize for my spelling mistakes in my title and chapter one's disclaimer. Please review.
Damn. This was not turning out to be a good day. I'd gotten home, at 2:08 by the way, only to find that I just couldn't get to sleep. My mind was to focused on George. I finally quit trying to relax at five and went in to work early. Normally work is the one place where I can forget my problems and focus on our victims, but today my thoughts were about ¾ of a mile away. I felt as if I'd left my mind behind in that cold, bare apartment and the man who lived in it.
Finally at noon I couldn't take it any more; I had to get out of the squad house. I knew it was John's turn to get lunch, but I volunteered to go instead. That's when fate decided to try her hand in matchmaking. How ironic that I should run into the very person I'd been thinking of ever since last night.
(GEORGE'S POV)
I couldn't fall asleep for the longest time last night. Don's kiss left me guessing for quite awhile. I couldn't determine if it was your standard, everyday goodnight kisses you'd give to a child or if it meant something more. I hoped te answer was the later of the two.
I'd finally had it with riddles and questions I'd never be able to answer, at leased without Don's help that is. I decided to go down to the station. Worst-case scenario: I'm not needed and I go back home, after I get some answers from a certain captain I know. It was noon so I thought I'd pick up a sandwich for lunch first. I went to a small deli that Don often gets lunch at. He always gives their hoagie melts good reviews, and I wanted to try something new. I'd just walked into the building when he turned around. We stood face to face; it was as if time froze for that second, or rather millisecond.
Don had obviously decided that he would make the lunch run today. His arms were filled with bags of takeout. He greeted me warmly, after he'd gotten over the initial shock of meeting me here. "Doc, what are you doing here? You're not on call." "I know. I just wanted to stop in and see how you all were doing." I emphasized the you just a little more then the other words and hoped that he understood what I was trying to say.
(DON'S POV)
"I just wanted to stop in and see how you all were doing." Smooth Doc. To any other person in the deli it was just two friends meeting. I got what he was really trying to say though. "Come on Doc. I got an extra one for you." Thank goodness for thinking ahead. "Thank you. Can I help you with some of those?" We walked most of the rest of the way in silence. I don't think either of us planed what we would say next. At leased he didn't seem mad at me.
We got to the station house pretty quickly. The detectives, for the most part, were happy to see George. Elliot immediately started teasing my George. My George. Oh shit. When did I start referring to him as mine? The moment after you kissed him. Now everyone is staring at me. I really hope I didn't say that out loud. Not good.
(GEORGE'S POV)
I wish I knew what he is thinking. He's been staring at me for two minuets now. It seems that he just snapped out of whatever trance he had been in. "Sorry guys. I guess I was out of it. Did I miss anything?" I feel myself smile. I want to laugh, but I'm to worried about how the others will interpret my laughter. They must know that something is off by now. They are trained to observe people and there reactions.
About half an hour later Don announced that lunch was over and asked if we could talk, in private. We went into his office and he closed the door. He went over to his desk and sat down in the chair. I stood there, uncertain, for a second. Then I got an idea. He probably didn't realize that I reciprocated his feelings. Feeling bold I walked over and perched myself on the edge o his desk. We were just about an inch, maybe two, apart.
"Capt-" "George I told you. It's Don." "Don, why?"
(DON'S POV)
Why? Why what? Why kiss him last night? Oh, well that's simple; I couldn't not. He had just opened up to me, told me everything, and I just couldn't resist showing him just how much I care about him.
Now he's here, sitting so close to me. I can feel him moving just as easily as I can see him moving. I have to wonder if, just maybe, he could feel the same way. I hope he does. It would hurt me way to much to lose him now, after everything that has already happened. He took a chance coming here. I guess now it's my turn to take a chance.
"George, I want you to just listen to me. Don't interrupt, please."
(GEORGE'S POV)
"Don't interrupt, please." This must be important if he doesn't want to be distracted. "I promise Don."
"I grew up in the 60's with drugs, protests, and free love. I've always kept my mind open to homosexuality. I got married. We were happy together, but we both knew that our jobs were risky; I was a detective and she was always traveling. We both always saw the poor old fools sitting at the bars crying into their drinks because of lost lovers. We promised each other that we would never be one of those people. For awhile I was one of them. Then I woke up and realized that I was risking everything good in my life.
"So I cleaned up my act. I joined AA and changed my life around, but I never was fully able to find anyone to love again. Noone made me feel alive again. Only my job could do that, and now I'm stuck behind a desk.
"At first, I'll admit, I thought you were a stuck-up prick. I was wrong. It took me two months to realize that you were special. I think that most of that time I just refused to admit it to myself. You helped wake me up, so to speak. You were honest with me, so I'll be honest with you: I care about you, much more then I should."
Don's confession was, to say the least, surprising. I had no idea he had felt dead inside. I met hundreds of men and women who had lost a loved one who felt exactly like Don had; except that these people took a rather drastic action about it. I'm relieved though that we both feel the same way about each other. He's stopped talking. He's worried about my reaction to his confession. He doesn't need to be. His head is down; he refuses to look at me. This seems so familiar; I could've sworn that almost this exact situation happened last night as well.
Smiling softly I lift up his head and ever-so-gently place a kiss on his lips.
(DON'S POV)
He kisses me and I know that he loves me too. Just as he's about to pull away, to leave, I grab his arms and pull him into my lap. I kiss him back, gently at first but then harder. He wraps his arms around my neck, mostly for balance, and relaxes into our kiss. I guess I'm not the only one here who's nervous.
We are interrupted by a knock at the door and within two seconds we are at leased two feet away. Liv pokes her head in. "Sorry to interrupt Capt," She has no clue. "But Fin found a connection between three cold cases. We're going out to investigate." I nod. "Keep me informed." Liv leaves and I hear her and Elliot laughing as they exit the squad room.
"I'd better go to Don, unless I'm still needed..." I wanted to say yes, but I couldn't think of a valid reason why he would be. "I'd walk you to the door, but..." "I understand Don. Why don't you come over to my place tonight, say around seven, and I cook us dinner?" "Sounds great George."
And it does. As I kiss him goodbye I feel like I'm seventeen again kissing my first crush. I watch him leave and all my doubts disappear. I know that this is the real thing. This is love.