By the sounds of the crying and the television, he could tell it was just Wes and Travis. Shaking his head, he put the bat down, wondering why the hell they were in his home.

As he finally descended the stairs, he was met with a hilarious sight...

"Hahahahahahahaa~" The captain laughed, causing Travis to put the phone at a reasonable distances, least he go def.

"C'mon man! Finish the story!" Don shouted, wanting to know what was so goddamn funny.

"Okay, OK! Let me breathe a bit boys..." Captain Sutton sighed, settling down a bit.


"What was you're favorite part?" The girl on the TV asked, pausing enough to wait for an answer.

"Well personally," Wes started, drying his tears with the back of his hand. "I kinda liked the part where-"

"I liked that part too!"

"I WASN'T FINISHED! YOU LITTLE BI-"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA~"

The sound of boisterous laughter coming from behind him stopped Wes dead in his tracks. He turned around, putting off the list of curse words he was about to unleash upon the little latina on the TV.

To his surprise, he was met with a red-faced, chuckling Captain, who was damn near on the floor.

"Travis...?" Wes called out, a little worried if the Captain was okay.

He got no answer.

"Travis!" Wes shouted once again. This time, the blonde abandoned the older man to walk in the direction of his parter, wondering where the hell he was.

As he stepped foot into the kitchen, a hand wrapped around his mouth and pulled him towards a back door. As soon as his detective instincts were about to kick in, his partner stood in front of him, calming him down a bit.

Just a bit.

"Travis, what the duck do you think you're doing?"

"Shhh...if we sneak out now, everything will-. Wait, did you say 'duck'?"

"...no?"

"...Anyway, everything will be okay. Come on, let's go!" Travis whispered, reaching for the back door.

"What about the Captain?" Wes said, stopping his eager partner .

"He'll be alright." Travis said, Gripping the blondes arm, and exiting the house.


Unbelievable.

In all honesty, Wes wasn't surprised that they weren't fired! What the hell was going on? What type of alternate universe was this?

Don, being the weird one he is, thought that this whole situation was hilarious. He was pounding his fist on the floor as his body shook with uncontrollable laughter. This seemed to anger Wes more. Travis, also, thought this was hilarious. However, he knew better than to laugh out loud, seeing as the blonde found no humor in this situation. The short-haired brunette, also known as Don, would catch on sooner or later.

And as Travis predicted, it was sooner.

His blonde partner had enough of the other man laughing at his expense. In the blink of an eye, Wes launched himself at the laughing brunette. Though the smaller man's attack did hurt a bit, Don still couldn't help but laugh.

Which only made it worse.

Travis smirked as he looked away, knowing that Don would get what he deserved. However, he still couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling deep in his chest that begged him to look away. Seeing Wes joking around anyone else but him seemed to piss him off a lot. With the sound of them laughing and wrestling ringing in his head, Travis distracted himself by talking to Captain Sutton-who was still on the phone.

"We are so sorry Cap-"

"It's fine, really. Just make sure it doesn't happen again?"

"Sure thing, Cap." Travis chuckled. "Anything else?"

"Nope. Just tell your partner to lay off the Dora, will you?" The older man chuckled through the phone at the memory.

"Of course."

And with that, the conversation was over. As he turned around again (ignoring the pang of hurt in his chest) the sight of Don and Wes wrestling brought back a flood of memories from the night before.


As soon as the detective partners escaped the house, and reached the side-walk, the blonde ran head first into another man, who appeared to be just as drunk as the detectives. In a tangle of limbs and shouts, the both of them tumbled onto the cold, hard, ground.

"HEY! GET BACK HERE ASSHOLE!"

In fear, both drunk men struggled to get up. As the booming voice got closer, all three men hopped into to the car. And at the shout of the stranger in the backseat, the three were off.

"Drivee!"