Secrets Revealed

Chapter Three

This is my first story. I really like the show L&O: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 pasts wrong. I couldn't find any background for George Huang. I also apologize for any of my spelling mistakes, I chose not to get this story edited by a beta. I am unfortunately dealing with family problems right now and do not know when I will update again. Please understand and bear with me. If you have any suggestions please write them down in a review.

It's six-thirty. I have no food, nothing to drink, and no music. Don will be here in half-an-hour. What is the phone number of that little "home cooking" restaurant again? This is a disaster.

I'd just left the precinct when Casey calls me and practically orders me to rush to court to explain how a serotonin booster cannot cause a mental breakdown. In chambers the judge ended up suppressing any mention of the boy's medication what-so-ever. That took four hours.

Now it's six-forty-five, and the food is nowhere in sight. I wonder if they have a ten-minutes-or-its-free deal. Probably not. Well, just because we don't have food doesn't mean that we can't have music. I don't know what kind of music Don likes so I guess I'll just try a light rock/mix station. They play almost everything.

I feel so nervous. It's almost like I'm a kid again going out on a first date. As I move about my apartment, just straightening everything out and generally fidgeting, I think about Alex. I think about what she said to me the day before her death. She told me that no matter what happens tomorrow or the next day the world will have changed. She always told me that the only thing that was even remotely constant was love. Alex was right. I know that my love for Don is constant. That thought relaxes me a little. I sit down and do what I've always done, wait.

(DON'S POV)

I'm running late. Big surprise. We had nothing to do today, no cases, nothing, and somehow I still manage to be late. I just hope George doesn't get too mad at me. Seven-twenty, damn. At least the doorman recognized me so I didn't have to stop and explain myself to him. That would have been embarrassing. A fifty-yr-old cop going up to a thirty-yr-old doctor's apartment for dinner. I would either be tagged as the nut or the boyfriend, and while I'm both, I hope I'm his boyfriend, I defiantly don't think that One Police Plaza wants to find out that I'm dating a man young enough to be my son. I don't think they want to find out that I'm dating a man at all.

George's elevator moves much to slowly; what ever the delivery boy next to me is carrying smells great. I guess I'm hungrier then I thought. I barely touched my lunch today. I couldn't eat. My stomach was racing in the Indianapolis 500. I was worried about how mad he might be at me.

Finally we reach the fifth floor and both the delivery guy and I head in the same direction. I have a sneaky suspicion that the food and I are headed to the same place. My suspicions are confirmed when the delivery boy asks me which apartment is 542. I tell him that I'm headed to the same place and take the food. George owes me forty-two dollars and fifty cents.

(GEORGE'S POV)

Seven-thirty. I almost start to doubt that he will show when he knocks on the door, holding the "homemade" dinner I ordered. "You'll cook dinner, huh?" I blushed. "Sorry. I just got home an hour ago." I take the boxes from him and start to arranging the food out on the table. "An hour ago. Where did you go then after you left me?" "I was needed in Chambers for a pretrial hearing. Why?" "I just wanted to know how much trouble you got yourself into, that's all. Which case was it about?" "Sam Winters."

Here we were, in my kitchen acting like a normal couple. I'm the happiest I've been in years and Don looks relaxed too. This is the life that I've always dreamed of. I kind of wish that the food was my own, but this isn't half bad considering it is takeout. I'm just glad that he came; I feel so stupid for doubting him.

(DON'S POV)

Dinner was a great success. The food was good, but the company was great. George decided to rinse off the plates and I came into the living room and sat on one of the brown "couches". I looked around the room and remembered my promise to take him out furniture shopping. He defiantly needs to add some life to this room, and I know he has the money to redo the apartment.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't know George was behind me until he reached down and touched my shoulder. "Damn. George don't ever do that again." I must've jumped three feet in the air. "Four." I guess I said that out loud.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you. What captured you attention?" "I was just thinking that we still need to go shopping." "Yes, we do. Don't we have tomorrow off?" "Yeah. How 'bout we go and make a day out of it?" I think that is a good, safe second date. "That sounds great. I know this great café we can go to for lunch." Apparently he agrees.

(GEORGE'S POV)

Here we are, sitting on this hard, ugly couch, discussing our plans for tomorrow, and I feel as though we are making life-altering changes. I always bought only what I needed; I never worried about what I wanted or what was most comfortable. Now Don and I will be practically redoing my apartment. Hopefully now it will be less of a prison and more of a home. Maybe I'm asking for too much, but to me a home was where your family lived. I hope Don and I become a family.

"Don, why are you doing this?"

(DON'S POV)

Why am I doing this? Because I want this place to be a home for us. I want to be here with him; I want him to have a constant reminder of me when I'm not here. Fin once told me that without a family a house is nothing. I guess I'm doing this to make nothing into something. He's waiting for his answer, the only problem is that I don't know how to say the words.

"Have you ever heard the phrase: Without a family a house is nothing?" "Yes, Alex said it to me a few weeks before her death." "Alex huh, Fin was the one who told me. Anyhow, I'll be honest. If I start to make assumptions or go to fast feel free to stop me, Okay?" "Alright Don."

"Right now this place is nothing. I want to help you turn it into something. I want to be a part of your family. No, that's wrong; I want to be your family." "Lately I've been thinking that we may have the ability to read each others minds. I was thinking the exact same thing. I just didn't know how you would have reacted if I'd said anything, and I didn't want to have come so far only to stop here." George may be onto something with the mind reading bit. I feel so relieved that he and I feel the same way now. I'm to old to get my heart broken.

(GEORGE'S POV)

It's nearly midnight, but I don't want this night to end. Don and I both want to do this, to be together, hopefully for forever. Don yawns. It's late and we're both tired. We agree to meet at Sandra's Bakery at nine-thirty, and Don promises to try to not be late. Key word in that statement being try. I walk him to the door, and I'm suddenly experiencing deja vu. Don leans in and gives me a goodnight kiss. This time I kiss him back. He hugs me and tells me not to let the bed bugs bite. Then he says I love you.

"I love you too Don. Sweet dreams."