Ok, I got bored, I fully admit, I was bored, so I decided to update. Few personal comments (If you read my stories, you should be aware that I do this a lot) Two days ago I was extremely depressed when I discovered that the perfect man existed, and he's married to my best friend's cousin. I'm not lying, he's like... perfect. My tire had a bubble in it, and I have now had to replace three out of the four tires on my car at least once (I've had the car for two years).

On a brighter note, I went dress shopping with my best friend today. She's getting married in September, and I'm excited, the dress is stunning on her.

I forgot to mention this earlier, I've decided that I'm turning this story into a series, I don't know how many, but this will not be the last story in the series. There will at least be three, but probably more.

And now I'm done until the end of the story.

One

She tasted like peppermint.

That was the first thing Tony DiNozzo noticed when he kissed her. Her breath was fresh and minty. Either she was one of those people who brushed their teeth after every hour, or she just chewed a lot of peppermint gum. Either way, it didn't really matter.

The second thing he noticed was that she was a lousy kisser. She sucked too hard, her tongue was sloppy. What sucked was that she wasn't even all that drunk. A little tipsy, definitely, but so was he. He would hate to know what she was like when she was hammered.

They stumbled up the steps heading towards his apartment. He lost his footing, which sent him flying into the stairs. She laughed like a hyena at him. He cringed as the sound of her voice sent a shiver down his spine, and not in a good way.

"Not one of my finer moments," he tried to joke. Although, this whole encounter was not one of his finer moments. She was definitely a beauty, with long straight brown hair and almond shaped brown eyes. Her lips weren't overly full, but they were colored a deep pink. At first glance, Tony imagined all the things she'd be able to do with that mouth. Now he wasn't really sure he wanted to know.

"It was pitiful." She laughed again. "I didn't know I was that great of a kisser."

You're really not. He wanted to say it, but he refrained. Instead he just righted himself and grabbed her for another kiss. He tried to control it as much as possible, but somehow she kept usurping his power.

Tony opened his eyes to lead them up the stairs better. Every once in a while, he made all the necessary noises to make the girl think he was enjoying the kiss. He grabbed her waist to steer her.

At the landing, he pulled away. "Hey!" She protested. Tony didn't even remember getting her name. Not that he really cared to learn it.

She said something else, but he didn't hear it. He gently pushed her away and approached the young boy, leaning against his door with his knees against his chest. The boy couldn't have been older than sixteen. He was passed out, but still looked guarded.

Tony wished he had his gun, but he didn't grab it when he went out clubbing. Bad move, one that he would never make again.

"What are you doing?" The girl hissed at him.

Tony turned around long enough to shush her before moving closer to the boy again. Gently, he grabbed his arm and started to shake. "Hey, kid, wake up."

The boy moaned something incoherently. Tony shook harder. After another moment, the kid's eyes slowly opened. They were a dark brown.

"It's ok, kid," Tony reassured.

At first, it looked like the boy was still barely awake. He looked around, trying to find out where he was. But then, as his eyes started to fully open, he became more coherent. And more frantic.

With a gasp, he tried to run down the stairs that Tony was blocking. Tony grabbed him around the waist and pushed him back. "It's ok! Calm down."

The kid tried running again. Tony's female companion started shrieking. Tony felt his ear drums pop. He opened his eyes again and grabbed the boy's shoulders. "I'm a cop."

That stopped the girl. "You're a cop?" She said disgusted.

Tony turned to her and glared. He didn't know how that really mattered at this point. "Yeah." He added an extra glare to get her to understand that she should shut up.

But she scoffed. "I thought you were a trust fund baby. Ew." She turned on her heel and started walking downstairs again. Tony rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the boy.

"My name is Detective Anthony DiNozzo, I'm a cop with Baltimore P.D. Can you tell me your name?" He kept his voice low, hoping he could convince the kid to trust him.

The boy wouldn't look at him. He focused on his shoes, instead. "Jamie."

Tony nodded. "Ok, Jamie, can you tell me what you're doing in my hallway?"

"It's cold outside."

Tony understood that. It was late April and well past midnight. While the snow had melted and the ice turned to water again, it was still pretty chilly, especially at night. But that wasn't what he meant. "Wouldn't you rather sleep in your own bed?" He looked the kid over. His clothes were pretty dirty, but they still looked like they were good clothes. Name brand. And his shoes weren't cheap either. Either this kid was a great thief or his parents bought him some nice things.

The kid just shook his head in response.

Tony sighed heavily. "Don't you have a home?"

Still the boy was silent.

Damn. He wasn't happy about this, but it was his job. Ah well, it wasn't like he was busy anymore. What's-her-name took off. "Alright, come on. Get up." He pulled Jamie to his feet.

"Where are we going?"

"The station house."

That sent the boy on a frenzy again. He tried to pull away from the cop's grip. He kept making noises that didn't really make any sense. But Tony kept a good grip on him. "Hey, hey hey! Calm down, I'm not gonna hurt you!"

But Jamie wouldn't listen. Tony groaned. He grabbed Jamie tighter and pulled him in till their faces were only inches apart. "Alright, you are underaged, and you're sleeping in my hallway, you want me to arrest you? Because I can." The young boy's face paled. "Or you can come with me willingly. Which will it be?"

Jamie was still wary about going with Tony, but he eventually caved. He nodded his head, and Tony steered him down towards his car.

"Hey," he said as they were about to climb in. "Sorry, you know, about your date." He looked anywhere but in Tony's eyes.

The older man just chuckled. "Eh, she was a lousy kisser anyway."

Tony didn't climb in the car until he saw Jamie plant his ass on the seat. Then he climbed behind the wheel and started the engine.

The trip to the precinct was a quiet one. Jamie looked like he would rather be anywhere else in the world. Tony noted that he also looked a little scared. It wasn't outright terror like most kids his age should feel when heading up to a police station. Kids like that, the ones who weren't really scared had a reason not to be. They were hardened, too many days on the street, fighting for their lives to care about something so petty. Jamie was still in between. He had been on the street long enough to not be quaking in fear at the mere sight of a cop, but he hadn't been alone long enough to fully wipe away the emotion. There should still be hope for the boy.

As they neared the house, he pulled out his cell phone. Tony wasn't really good with talking with kids. But his partner had five younger siblings, he was a champion at sympathetic and caring.

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Dennis Morgan did not want to wake up. He was content and warm and damn it, it had been too long since he felt this good. But his phone was ringing, and there was no way he could get away with not answering his phone. He was a cop, and if his phone rang, there was a good chance that he was needed at a crime scene.

His companion shifted so he was completely sprawled on top of the younger man. Dennis grunted. "That's mine."

"Well whoever it is, tell them to go away." He collapsed, still completely covering Dennis.

Dennis chuckled as he grabbed his phone. It was a difficult task to be sure. Half of his body was stuck underneath his companion's, which made it damn near impossible to shift. After some serious finagling, he managed to wrap his fingers around the device. He flipped it open and held it to his ear without bothering to check the caller I.D. "Morgan."

"Den, it's Tony."

Dennis' heart skipped a beat. He looked at his chest, his companion looked like he was passed out again, which was definitely a good thing. But he was snoring. And he didn't exactly sound very feminine when he snored.

"What's up?" He tried to pull his body out from underneath his friend's without waking him.

"I'm heading back into the office, I want you to meet me there."

Dennis stopped moving. "It's my day off, Tony." It was the only one they'd had in three weeks. First there was endless piles of paperwork that they had to catch up on, then they had case after case after case. It wasn't until six o clock yesterday that they managed to find their latest killer. That was a rough case, and Dennis just wanted to relax and not get out of bed until Monday morning.

"I found a teenage kid in the hallway outside my apartment." Dennis paused. Tony always knew how to guilt him. "I need your help talking to him."

Dennis sighed. "Alright fine, I'll be there as soon as I can."

"You're the best, Den."

"Yeah, I know." He hung up. He groaned, loud and deep in his gut.

His friend shifted so he was looking at Dennis. "What's wrong?"

"I got a case."

His companion finally crawled off of him. "Why can't somebody else take it, your captain gave you the weekend off."

"It wasn't my captain that gave us the case." Dennis sat up and leaned against the headboard. The blanket fell to his waist, revealing his bare chest. "It was Tony." He relayed the short conversation he had on the phone.

His companion ran a hand down his face. He looked as tired as Dennis felt. "Why couldn't you have just told him no?"

Dennis didn't like how angry he sounded. "Because he's my partner."

"Yeah." He jumped out of bed and started grabbing his clothes where he tossed them.

Dennis was still really confused. "Stan," he started, before Stan cut him off.

"If you're not gonna be here, then there's no point in me being here either, is there?" He pulled his boxers up over his hips.

"I'm coming back!"

"Right," He pulled on his jeans next, "when he says it's ok." Stan ran a hand through his short blonde hair. Then, grabbing his shirt, he stormed out the door. Seconds later, Dennis heard the front door slam shut.

He sighed heavily. It was happening again. It always happened. He would find somebody he really liked, and everything would start off great. But then the jealousy and resentment would start to form. He had a rough job, he worked long hours, and he was close with his partner. After a while, nobody was able to handle that.

He had hoped that Stan would be different. He was a cop too, and his boss was a total bastard, but Stan practically worshipped the ground that he walked on. If anyone could understand what Dennis did, it would be Stan. But apparently he was wrong.

It wouldn't be the first time.

He wiped his hand down his face and finally crawled out of bed. He needed a quick shower before he left. His body hurt. Well actually, his lower body hurt. Although a few spots on his torso hurt too. He figured he'd have a few bruises in the morning. He hoped that Tony would never see those.

Well, I told you guys that there would be heterosexual as well as homosexual relationships in this story, and you got a look at both! And before you start to complain, no Dennis' love life is not a main focus on the story, there will be comments, but consider it more of the runner, it's there, you know its there, but it pops up only every couple of chapters for a few minutes.

And I just wanted to say that the idea of this story came from a true event. My friend found a teenage boy sleeping in the hallway outside of her apartment a few months ago. He ran away from home and when my mother called the cops, three cars showed up to haul the kid off. Jamie's sort of based off that kid.

Well, hope you enjoyed, and as usual, talk to me!

Bob