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Note: Sorry this took a few days, had some stuff come up! Should have more done soon!

Chapter Seven

It was just after sun down when Randy gave up for the day and just stared absently at an open file on his desk. It was just a black and white blur to him now. Having read the same page at least ten times and still couldn't understand a single word and was ready to smack his head against it. It was beyond fucking frustrating and if he'd had the energy he would scream and knock everything from the desk in one swing and then flip the damn thing over. Today just would not fucking end. It had started out okay, then it was extremely good and then it went to shit when he stumbled upon Mr. Jenston's body. And now he was hours into his next shift, the next fucking day, and on the verge of passing out. He sighed hard and blinked rapidly as he snapped the folder shut. His brain was just...Not working. It was still just a complete pile of mush from the night before and he just couldn't snap out of it. He scoffed, probably because he hadn't made it home yet,! Meaning he hadn't slept in over thirty fucking hours or even had the brief pleasure of a quick shower. Hell he'd barely had time to grab an apple from the gas station down the street. And the apple wasn't as fresh as it could have been.

He groaned as he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand while the other reached into the lap drawer of his desk for a smoke, his stomach rumbling and growling hungrily for sustenance. He was unbelievably tired and to say he was starting to crash would be severely understating it. His body was fucking sore, his eyes were blood shot, aching and struggling to say focused, the lids heavy and warm as they begged for rest. And his brain, fuck what a impossible mess! It was just a foggy mushy lump in his skull that would only allow him to think about ONE thing while he fought like hell not to fall asleep in his chair. Well, he thought about only one person rather. And for the first time in ages, it wasn't Mizanin.

Blinking rapidly again he fished a shinny silver lighter from his inside the desk and sat back in the comfortable padding of a high back black chair he was lucky to call his and lit the slightly rejuvenating smoke, relaxing as the chair's soft warm leather embraced his strong back and soothed away an ache along his spine. He loved his special chair. And he was lucky to have it because everyone was always trying to steal it from his desk while he was in the field and they had done so for the longest time. Hell it used to be that every day when he returned to the precinct he had to spend a good ten minutes just trying to hunt down his fucking chair. Until one day he finally came up with a solution and chained the damn thing to his desk. A bite brass but fuck, leave his god damn chair alone! It wasn't Randy's fault that no one else put out the money for a decent seat and at the end of the day the last thing he wanted to do was track down his chair and have to hassle someone out of it. Again, his colleagues were assholes and they could all just grow the fuck up. Or stay the fuck out of his way and leave his shit the fuck alone.

He took a long drag of the smoke and let it out slowly, looking around at the empty office with tired eyes and relaxing some more and was so thankful that he was finally alone. Hunter had disappeared to hunt down something to eat well over an hour ago and although he hadn't paid his partner much attention when he was there, his presence definitely wasn't missed. Randy could let his guard down when Hunter wasn't around. He could breath easier and relax because there was no one there to bombard him with sloppy criticism and "jokes" he didn't find amusing. There was no one there to keep him on edge about "needing to get laid" and other personal shit that was none of Hunter's business. And there was no one there to bitch him out for lighting up a cigarette in a police station, which he would have done even if Hunter was still there because he knew it pissed him off. But, what was Hunter going to do about it? Arrest him? Ha! The Captain would never let that happen. He too was a smoker and understood how sometimes when one has been at work for over thirty fucking hours straight one didn't have the energy to get up to go outside for a smoke and knew that sometimes smoking was all that could keep one from falling asleep at their fucking desk.

Randy smirked and took another long drag, turned his head and blew the smoke in the direction of his partners empty desk. Fuck Hunter. If they didn't have their own office it would be different, he'd be the asshole by exposing innocent people to second hand smoke if they were stationed in the pit with everyone else. But that wasn't the case, and he'd never do something like that. They had their own office for fucks sake! With four walls and a door and everything! What was the big fucking deal if every now and then he lit up a smoke with the door closed? He kept an air freshener on his desk and sprayed the room when he was finished! He was neat about the ashes and the butt's! Hunter just wanted to have a power struggle with him that in this case, he wasn't going to fucking win. And if he didn't shut the fuck up about it Randy was going to start using his partners desk as an ash tray.

Another drag from his smoke and another smirk spread over his lips as an image of Cody dancing suddenly flashed over his minds eye and shattered away all other thoughts like it had done so many other times since he'd seen him, and he didn't even try to make it go away. God damn it Cody was just so mesmerizing, Randy was so infatuated. He wanted lay him down and take the time to drink in his beauty like a bee does the sweet nectar of a flower, he wanted to slide his hands over his soft skin and explore every inch of his perfect godly body to find every little spot that got him hot. Fuck and his tongue ached to taste him, it wanted to savor him as it discovered the dips and lines of his muscles, especially along his stomach and hips. Those lines drove him nearly insane with want! He wanted to follow those lines so badly! He would bite and lick his way down them to the soft hot flesh of his groin so fucking right that Cody would scream for it! And just the thought of that made his cock stiffen instantly. Fuck he'd make Cody feel so fucking good if he ever had the chance.

He shuddered as he flicked his eyes to a bright red shiny business card he'd placed in the corner of a small square silver picture frame on the edge of his desk that morning and still couldn't believe it was there. His heart rate started to quicken. Fuck he still couldn't believe he'd gotten a blow job in the back of a strip club either! He lent forward as he worried his lip and touched the corner of the shiny card; tracing his finger around the edges and fighting another smile and a rush of fluttering butterflies in his stomach as he read for the millionth time the sharp black scripted lettering across it's glossy red surface.

~* DASHING *~

He shuddered harder and sank his teeth into his lip even deeper. Every time he read it he got a barrage of images of Cody down on his knees and was powerless to stop the excitement fluttering in the pit of his stomach. Damn it he wanted him, or a least a fucking kiss! Randy in his whole life had never wanted to kiss someone so badly but he knew that didn't make him special. Cody was used to other men wanting him so bad it hurt, after all that's how he made a living. But what Cody didn't know was that Randy was special. Because Randy didn't want to kiss him just to work Cody up to fucking him. No Randy had a better idea, he wanted to kiss Cody because he wanted to steal his breath for a change. He wanted to leave that fucking tease hungry and wanting just like Cody did everyone else! And not only that but, he really wanted to taste him, as dangerous and foolish as that might be. And it would be so because he knew he'd be instantly addicted as he so already was...

He glanced at his phone he'd set on the corner of his desk, his stomach quivering with excitement. Cody said to call, he actually asked him to! And Randy had been in complete denial about it all fucking morning. Because in his mind there was no way Cody had given him the most spectacular fucking blow job he'd ever had and then asked him to call! Things like that just didn't happen to him, he was never that lucky! The whole night had to be all just part of some fucked up dream! He'd been so certain of it!

But yet, there was his number in the frame on his desk...

He pulled the card from the frame and eyed his dark blue cell phone beside him on the desk, his stomach fluttering with nerves this time. Yes he was truly cynical but he had reason to be. His idle mind often tricked him into thinking his dreams were real and at times his dreams were so true to life he couldn't actually tell if they happened or not. Like before when he'd dreamed of laying beside Cody and woke up actually missing him. Perhaps it was silly, strange even, but he had no control over it and had long ago given up on trying to stop them. So because of that there was no trusting himself and he'd been convinced he'd been a fool of his own minds vivid trickery until he had the thought to check and fished the card out of his jacket. Now hours later he was trying to play it cool, holding off on calling him right away so he didn't seem desperate, even though he was. Randy was really desperate. But of course it wasn't the sex he was desperate for but the close intimate contact of a lover, the warm comforting embrace of someone who cared whether or not he came home at night. And if that made him a loser then so be it. He didn't see any good in sleeping with just anyone to get off. Fuck that's how people contracted sexual transmitted diseases and Randy was no fool when it came to his own health and sex. No one night stand was worth getting stuck with unsightly painful diseases that plagued the body and groin, no matter how lonely he was.

He just wished he had remembered that when Cody had gone down on him the night before. Shit what if Cody had like, herpes or something? It didn't look like it but, still, the thought did cross his mind. Honestly he couldn't believe he hadn't been more careful, it was like something had come over him and all reason had gone out the fucking window! And not only that he'd briefly panicked and feared that Cody would tell someone what they'd done. But he'd quickly thought better of Cody and, not to pull rank but Randy was a cop, a detective, a hero and such. Who would believe the word of a stripper over his? Sounds mean but it was the truth and he didn't worry so much about who or what Cody told about them. After all Cody didn't even have any proof nor did he have any reason to be so cruel as to try and out him. Although he didn't know him Randy knew deep down that his secret was safe. Cody had said it would be. And he believed him.

His eyes began to burn as he stared down at the shiny red card, holding it between his thumb and middle finger to keep it at just the right angle to ward off any glare of lights and continued to chew his bottom lip as it started to remind him of the emptiness of his bed. Fuck he was lonely. No, wait. Lonely didn't even begin to cover how he felt. In fact he didn't think there was a word to describe how awful and hollow he felt each day when he rolled over onto the empty cold sheets where a lover was supposed to lay. Except for today of course, because he hadn't gone home yet. He scoffed as he set the card onto the desk and dropped the last of his smoke into a forgotten cup of coffee and couldn't help but think who in their right mind would ever put up with his schedule? Who would ever like him enough to stick around even when he couldn't be there? Cody?-?-? He could see that. Not that he was so infatuated with Cody that he thought he could be "the one" but he did see some potential there. After all Cody had given him his phone number knowing who and what he was. That's why he couldn't let it go, that's why he couldn't concentrate on anything else, because Cody had revived such hope within him. And Randy knew that Cody would lighten so many dreams that after a while had turned into cruel nightmares of things and love he thought he'd never have.

He really wanted to call him and ask him out and had been going back on forth on it all day, almost doing it several times but kept chickening out at the last second.

It was just, Randy was afraid. He didn't want to put himself out there only to get laughed at. Which had happened to him a few times before in his short time in Las Vegas, and he really didn't want to pile more heartache on top of stress and sexual frustration he was already faced with day in and day out. Because, shit, what if Cody was just playing him for money?-?-? Isn't that what a stripper slash exotic male dancers were supposed to do? Randy wasn't just a complete mark for Dashing was he?-! He really fucking hoped not! Cody would surely laugh at him then! And what if when he called Cody demanded the money he forgot to pay him for the dance his eyes had supposedly asked him for?-?-?-? Oh god or what if when he called Cody told him to fuck off and bitched at him for being so foolish in thinking he actually wanted him?-!-? He'd be so embarrassed! Crushed even, especially since chances were high that he would run into him at the T-strip again!

With a scowl Randy briefly flicked his eyes to his phone on the desk again and then down at the card, finally releasing his lip and made a decision. Fuck it. He was going to do it. He was going to call him, he couldn't come up with excuses and hide behind them forever. How else could he know if he honestly had a shot with Cody unless he tried? And if Cody laughed at him...Well...As horrible as that would be Randy would find a way to deal with it and put Cody and his harshness behind him like he had all the others.

He hoped.

He snatched his cell phone from off the corner of his desk and flipped it open, his hands trembling and he took a drag of his smoke as he dialed the number he'd already memorized. He pressed the button to connect and held his breath as it started to ring.

His stomach started cramping, tensing, god he was so fucking nervous! Fuck fuck fuck! What if this was a mistake and he was about to make a complete fool of himself?-! He cursed softly and almost hung up right then. God it would just crush him if Cody laughed, the rejection he could handle but the laughter...He really didn't need that. "Hello?" Cody's voice almost made him gulp. His heart was RACING. But it was too late to hang up now. "Hi...Um..." He took a careful, silent deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady, his foot rising up on the flat portion of his toes and shaking his leg anxiously. Fuck he was so nervous! "It's-It's Detective Orton. How are you?" There was a long pause and he started to worry Cody might have hung up and his heart dropped to his gut as he clutched the phone tight. Shit! He knew this was a mistake! Why would a good looking guy like Cody want anything to do with him? Guys like him never did! He probably just wanted a ticket fixed, or worse, Cody could have been drunk and mistakenly given out his phone number and a blow job he may or may not have remembered! Randy slumped in his chair and almost let out a hard sigh as he brought his hand to his head and rubbed a temple. If Cody had hung up he wouldn't blame him, but he'd still be extremely disappointed. "...Hello?"

"Yeah. Sorry. I'm still here." Cody answered softly, his voice oddly timid compared to how confident it had been the night before, "I'm okay, I'm just... really surprised that you called..." Randy frowned. He was? "Why?" He lent back in his chair to relax, "Didn't you want me too?" He asked curiously and really hoped he did. There was more silence but this time Randy could swear he heard Cody chewing on his plump bottom lip and almost groaned. God he wanted to help him with that. He'd do anything to get at least ONE kiss or ONE small taste of those soft, beautiful lips...

"Well, yeah but..." Cody replied and his voice was still timid, almost uncertain. "You know...You're a cop."

"O...kay..." He frowned, what did that have to do with anything? Because he was a cop that meant he wouldn't call? "So...?-?-?"

"So..." Cody repeated and laughed softly after another brief moment of silence, "So cops don't usually consort with strippers outside of strip clubs..." Randy smiled although Cody was right. But how could Cody compare him to the others? He didn't look like them and other cops didn't usually let a male strippers give them blow jobs in the back of strip clubs either! "Yeah well, I'm not like the others cops around here...And when I like something I tend to stick with it..."

"That's for sure." Cody chuckled and it made Randy shiver. Fuck even his laugh was sexy. It was so smooth, and deep, and intoxicating. And Randy loved it. "You're definitely something different."

"So are you." He blurted out and immediately cringed. Shit that didn't sound weird did it? God he hoped not. "You put on one hell of a show." There. Maybe a compliment would speed things up and guide the conversation to where he needed it to make his move? He was never any good at this, he was always way too fucking nervous! And this time was especially worse since Cody had already sucked him off! He wanted to panic because fuck, what was he supposed to say? How did he ask him out without making Cody feel he was just after sex?-! He took a quiet deep breath because he was starting to shake and his nerves were so bad as Cody seemed to sigh on the other end, "Is that why you called Detective Orton? Because you want to schedule another private show?"

Fuck. Randy sat up again, shaking his head. Shit Cody already thought he was just after a show, or in other words, a quick fuck. "No I called about something else." He just hadn't worked up the nerve to ask yet as he was a nervous wreck! "Although I wouldn't turn one down if you offered. I mean you're very good at what you do..." God damn it he fucked that up.

"Of course you wouldn't," Cody surprised him and replied through a confident chuckle, "You're not stupid or blind now are you?"

"No." Randy smiled, he sure as fuck wasn't blind. Stupid sometimes maybe, but not blind. "But if I was I think you'd still find a way to tease me."

"You mean turn you on?"

"Tease, turn on," TORTURE. "Same thing. You'd find a way I'm sure."

"Heh. You flirting with me?"

"Maybe. Why you got a boyfriend who'd be mad if I was?" That actually just now occurred to him. What if Cody was drunk and so caught up in the lust and desire around him that he'd accidentally cheated? That kind of stuff happened all the time, he'd seen it happen to his friends too many times to count and shit he didn't want any part of that drama! Randy was too old to play games and deal with petty bullshit drama. If Cody cheated on his lover then that was his business and he'd stay the fuck out of it and move on. "Nope, no boyfriend." Cody answered and Randy's smile widened. Good. That meant he was free for the taking in so many different ways. And Randy was going to try to take him. "Is that by choice or something else?"

"Something else. I work a lot and my schedule is kinda messy so it's hard to get out and look."

"I know what you mean." Fuck he knew exactly what he meant but he was more so blown away by how well their conversation was going. The fact that Cody hadn't hung up on him yet was enough to make him smile from ear to ear! "But maybe I...Um," He fought his nerves, forcing them down and steadied his voice. "I'm sorry I'm not good at stuff like this so I'm just going to get to it..."

"Okay..."

"And I'm sorry this, um...This might be a little forward of me but..." He almost laughed at himself. HE was worried about being too forward?-! Cody was the one who'd pinned him to the wall and seduced the fuck out of him! Cody was the one who'd gone down on him without asking! "Would you like to go out with me tomorrow night?" Fuck there it was, the offer, the invitation, his heart out in the open...He shuddered and held his breath, fucking terrified during the few seconds it took for Cody to answer. Please say yes... Please...

"Go out with you?" Cody repeated incredulously. "Like, on a date?"

Randy nervously started to toy with a button on his jacket, why did Cody sound so surprised? Of course he wanted to date him! Who in their right mind wouldn't?-! Didn't everyone wish they could be so lucky?-?-? "Yeah." He said too quickly and cringed. Fuck Randy calm down before you blow this! "I-I mean, well I mean if you want it to be. It doesn't have to. " They could just be friends if that's what Cody wanted. Although truthfully it would kill him in so many painful ways he'd probably have to forget about Cody all together. If that was even possible after the spectacular blow job he'd given him. It was so damn...Wow...

"What time?"

Randy's heart seemed to skip a beat and his stomach fluttered as his fingers tightened around the phone again. Fuck did he just say yes? Fuck fuck fuck! "Is that a yes?" Fuck he hoped so. He really needed this. He really needed him.

"Yes, Detective Orton, I'd like that. What time?"

"Great." He was absolutely beaming now, his heart pounding with excitement and joy and he just couldn't smile wide enough! Cody said yes! He actually said yes! Oh god please don't let this be a dream! Please don't let him wake up to find that he'd passed out at his desk! This just had to be real, he needed it to be so fucking bad! "How's eight o'clock sound?"

"Sounds good. Oh but my car is in the shop, pick me up at my place? I'm in the Liberty Square apartments off Hualapai Way, apartment 4a."

"Okay." He said and lent back in his chair again, relaxing so much he let out a sigh and wanted to prop his feet up on the edge the desk but didn't. "Oh but one more thing..."

"Yes?"

"My name's Randy, you don't have to call me Detective Orton." If Cody called him Detective Orton one more time he just might pass out. Cody had no idea what the did to him! There's was just something so erotic about the way he kept saying it, like Cody was trying to turn him on or something. And of course it was working. His jeans weren't fitting so well at the moment...

"I know." He heard Cody reply in a soft voice that sent a tremble down his spine, "See you tomorrow, Detective Orton." He hung up. And Randy just sat there for a minute, dizzy, mouth hanging open, eyes wide and fighting a smile. Oh god, that fucking tease! He knew exactly what he was doing to him! Shit what had he just gotten himself into?-! He shook his head as he chuckled to himself, snapping his phone shut and reached into his desk for another smoke. Heaven hopefully!

"Hey," Hunter's head was suddenly peeking into the room just as he was lighting up, signaling it was the end of is break as he gestured for him to follow with his hand, "The lab called while I was out, Reso wants to see us about something." Randy nodded and stood up, taking his time and a drag before putting out the smoke, and did nothing about the smile still on his face. He couldn't, not when he actually had something to look forward to now! Fuck he was damn near giddy and had a hell of a lot more energy than he did five minutes ago! Cody said yes! Oh god the Dashing One said yes!

"The fuck you smiling about Orton?" He heard Hunter ask and caught him as he scowled from the door way, obvious annoyed that he was taking his time and of course, he just had to try and wipe the smile right off his face. The bastard just couldn't let him be happy for two fucking seconds! Fuck Hunter. "Never mind, I'm coming. " Randy chuckled. Try as he might not even his partner could bring him down right now, not when he had a date with the most gorgeous man he'd ever laid eyes on! "Just let me grab my jacket."

Hunter eyed him suspiciously, putting a hand on his hip, "You get laid while I was out getting lunch or something?"

"No." He answered with an annoyed glance. "Can't I just be in a good mood? Why do you gotta try to kill a brothers mood like that?"

"Uh...You? In a good mood for no reason?" Hunter questioned and laughed as if it helped make a point, "Not possible."

Randy shrugged, still smiling from ear to ear. "How's this then?" He pulled his jacket from the back of the chair and carefully guided his hands into the sleeves, "I'm so delirious from lack of sleep that I'm just a smiling fool." Not really. He was a fool for Cody at the moment, and damn it he couldn't stop smiling! Fuck okay maybe he was slightly delirious but even if he wasn't he'd still be smiling and grinning like an idiot. He hadn't been on a date in well over a year and honestly he'd never been so excited to get to know someone.

Hunter laughed, nodding as he stepped out of the door way to let him into the corridor, "Now that I believe. And I'm right there with you dude. But you'll be happy to hear that I talked to the Captain and he said after we were done checking in with Reso we could head home and catch up on some rest. He wants us back tomorrow morning though."

That made Randy even more excited. Oh god home would feel fucking good right about now! He stuffed a hand into his jacket pocket, "Let's be quick then, I'm about to pass out on my feet." He covered his mouth to hide a bigger smile, that wasn't true anymore, he wouldn't be able to fall asleep until after he'd had a shower where he planned to "handle" his excitement, with Cody's help of course. He trembled slightly, god he couldn't wait for their date. He was going to kiss the fuck out of him the first chance he got! Those lip, fuck, he's devour them and make Cody moan for more...

He thought about that a lot as they walked and was too tired and far too distracted to be as fast as he wanted and let Hunter lead the way. The building had grown quiet just as it always did just after sun down because everyone used the down time to grab a bite to eat or for those who were lucky, they went the fuck home. And thankfully the hallways and elevator were empty as Randy hid yawn after yawn as they made their way out of the department to the fourth floor where they stood outside a wide glass door and had to wait to be let in to the lab. Jason was on the other side, his hands full of a stack of folders and quickly spotted them but couldn't stop on his way to setting things down. But of course that didn't mean anything to his partner who knocked, no wait, he pounded on the glass door until Jason tore it open, his eyes wide, narrowed and his face flushed red. "Jesus Hunter you saw that I was fucking busy!" He hissed, "Don't fucking pound on the door!"

"Fuck you," Hunter snapped as he pushed passed him to get inside, "You took too long."

Randy silently stepped after them as he watched Jason follow Hunter, smirking as Jason glowering at him and just like always didn't put up with not even a second of his partners bullshit, "Fuck you Helmsly! You break that door and I'll make sure you pay out of your own pocket to fix it!"

Hunter sighed, stopping in the middle of the room and turned around, "Whatever, I'm too tired for this shit so just get to the point Reso, what did you call us up here for?"

Jason huffed and gave him a look as if he weren't going to help them, standing there for a long moment before he scoffed and side stepped Hunter and went over to a table against the far wall that had a few stacks of papers and several stacks of pictures neatly arranged in four rows, "I know you're trying to get out of here so I'll make this quick. I might have a lead for you, I looked up the watch and you were right Randy, it's REALLY important."

"What's so important about it?" Hunter asked before Randy had the chance and sounded a lot more bitter than Randy would have. Because Randy was right, and because Randy didn't hate 'fags'.

"For starters it's worth about forty two thousand dollars." Jason replied quickly, "And I could have sworn I saw it somewhere before so I went looking threw some old case files and found this," He paused for a moment as he flipped through a stack of photos until he found the one he wanted and handed it over to Hunter since he was closer and continued. "The victims name was Heath Slater. He was found dead in a hotel about six months ago."

Hunter didn't seem pleased and he almost looked to be completely lost and he only gave the photo a quick glance. "And? What does Heath Slater have to do with anything?"

Jason tapped the photo with his finger rapidly, "Well if you took a moment and actually looked you would see that the watch on his wrist is identical to Mr. Kelner's." His tone was so annoyed it almost made Randy laugh. But not Hunter, he scowled and shook the picture as he gave it another glace, "And?-! Jesus Reso get to the fucking point!"

Randy peeked over Hunter's shoulder to see the photo for himself, grimacing slightly as the details of the Slater case came rushing back to him and upset the nerves in his stomach. He'd been called to the scene just before sun rise and he remembered being glad that he hadn't eaten breakfast that morning because Mr. Slater's brains had been...well, everywhere. Taking a round to the face from a shot gun would do that to a person...Apparently. But as to who had done it, as to who had killed him, they didn't know. They only had a hunch, and of course they had no way to fucking prove it.

"They're both custom made and it's no coincidence that they're the same." Jason snapped, "And they were both placed on the bodies post mortem."

Hunter still didn't look like he believed a word Jason was saying and did nothing to hide his obvious distrust and skepticism, he was just a fucking prick like that and Randy honestly didn't know how Jason kept from punching him in the face. If Hunter was as mean and as abrasive to him as he was to Jason he'd have knocked his lights out a long time ago. "How do you know that?" He forced the photo back into Jason's hands, "Are you certain?"

"Yes I'm certain." Jason replied, his tone angrier and he was glaring at him again, "Because I found blood beneath the watch bands and if they were wearing them during the time of the attacks there would be a void along the skin where the watches covered it."

"Okay so the killer put the watches on them after he killed them." Randy spoke up before Hunter could have a chance to be speak and be rude again. He was SO done listening to him bully Jason that he had to cut him off or he was going to punch his partner's teeth down his fucking throat. Jason was not only doing his job but he was honestly trying to help too! Hunter just didn't want to except his help but he was gay! Fucking bigot."And you're thinking to find the lead all we have to do is find the place that made the watch's and see who paid for them?"

"Right." Jason's tone softened as their eyes met and he looked very grateful, "Every jewelry or watch maker puts their trade mark or a marker of some sort on their products to make sure people know it's theirs and the one you're looking for is called Exquisite Diamonds Inc. I looked it up and found a place just off of Sunset Avenue. It's not the best of leads but it's better than nothing." He paused again to riffle threw more paper work on the table and retrieved a small blue stick it note, "They're closed until tomorrow morning but I've got the address right here."

Randy took it, stepping around his partner to do so and gave Jason a wink, "Thank you Jason, we really appreciate you going through the trouble to look that up for us." He glanced at Hunter, "Isn't that right Hunter?" He couldn't resist putting him on the spot after he'd been such a dick and he took joy in watching him fidget before crossing his arms stubbornly.

Hunter with his arms in place rolled his eyes and grumbled, "Yeah whatever, thanks."

"No problem." Jason said although it was clear when he didn't even so much as glance at Hunter that he was only talking to Randy now and that made Randy wink again. It was fine with him if he didn't want to deal with his partner anymore, he had a feeling they'd have a better and far more productive conversation without him anyway.

"We'll get out of your hair," He said and jerked his head towards the door to get Hunter moving,. "Let us know if you find anything on Mr. Jenston's computer."

Jason nodded as his lips curved into a small smile, "Will do. Have a good night Randy."

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