Date Written: 11/12/05
Rating: K+
Word Count: 584
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, Drake/JJ (mentioned), Ted/Janet (mentioned, possibly one-sided) Marty, Jim, Drake, Ted
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Up through book 7
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Sequel to Eavesdropping.
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"DEE!"
Dee looked up as Ted slid around the corner into his office, the other two men who had been down in the lab for blood work along with his lover hot on his heels.
"What the hell are you three up to?" he growled playfully at Ted, Drake and Marty, who were crowding around his desk.
"You won't believe what I heard!" Ted said in an annoying sing-song that made Dee's fingers itch.
"How can I when I don't know what it is?" the dark-haired man replied in the same tone, not looking up from his papers.
"I heard Ryo and Jim having sex in Jim's office!"
Dee's pencil point snapped against the paper as he pressed down suddenly, looking up wide-eyed at his fellow officers.
It was at that point Ryo stormed in, his face red with excursion and panting hard--he had, apparently, taken the stairs from the basement up to the third floor while the others took the elevator. "They're lying and they have filthy minds," the blonde declared to his partner, pointing at the others.
"Oh? Filthy mind?" Ted asked innocently. "Let's survey the facts, shall we?" His hand came up to stroke his chin thoughtfully, sarcasm oozing from every move and word. "A man who is known to be in a homosexual relationship, in a closed office with another man yelling things like, Ow! Damn, can't you be more gentle with that thing!. I think anyone would jump to that conclusion."
"I did not say that," Ryo shot back, his cooling cheeks flaring back to red.
"Actually, I believe the exact words were damn it Jim that hurts and seriously, that has to be the biggest one I've ever had in me," Marty offered helpfully.
"Oh screw you, Marty."
"There was an oh God Jim thrown in there too," Drake piped up.
Ryo threw balls of screwed up waste paper at the lot until they fled from the office, locking the door behind him. "I was talking about the needle," Ryo informed Dee. "They just take everything out of context."
Dee gave Ryo an I don't believe you look.
"Look! I even have proof!" the half-Japanese detective protested, rolling up his sleeve and showing the band-aid on his inner arm.
"Aw, poor thing," Dee cooed, switching gears. "Does it hurt?"
Ryo put on a pouting face, nodding, and Dee pulled his lover into his lap to kiss the developing bruise blooming under his pale skin. "There. I'll kiss it better more later."
The blonde pressed a kiss to Dee's forehead and moved around to sit at his own desk.
After a few minutes of (rather productive) silence, Dee reached over and pushed a few buttons on the phone. Ryo looked at him, confused, until he heard the other person pick up on the other end of the line in the silence of their office.
"Jim Campbell."
"You are so frickin' dead, Campbell, do you hear me?" Dee threatened, and Ryo could hear Jim's laughter coming from the earpiece. He turned bright red and buried his head in his arms as Dee hung up the phone, then blindly reached over for his own desk phone.
"Who are you calling?" Dee asked.
"Janet, JJ and Marty's wife," Ryo replied, going through papers on his desk for Marty's home phone number.
"What are you going to tell them?"
"No idea. I'll make it up as I go along."
Dee sighed, leaning his cheek on one of his hands. "God, I love it when you get like this"
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