Seen anyone you like yet. Ian resisted the desire to roll his eyes.
Normally as he was in California, Ren Turnbull would have been here as his wingman. Unfortunately, Ren had caught the flu and could hardly stand.
Apparently, even half dead, he was determined not to miss out on the fun.
Mayb. He texted back. Seen a guy, but not sure.
He barely had finished typing when the reply came back.
Who? Why?
He decided to answer the second one first.
Cause I recognise him. FBI. Not sure if for real or working. He sent it, and then quickly sent another, adding. Dont need to out myself to another office.
He was grateful that Ren didn’t point out that if he hadn’t done that exact thing to him, they might not be friends. Ren was a good guy, and while not completely out of the closet, not completely in it either. He admitted to Ian, the first time they did it, that it was as much because of his love of playing with people’s heads, as fear of the disapproval of his superiors. And that was the Mounties.
There was a few seconds before Ren’s texted back. Picture?
He rolled his eyes, but discreetly snapped a photo.
There was a pause, before a text came back.
Oh yeah I know that guy. he's legit. slept in my closet a few times.
Ian resisted the desire to growl. The law enforcement community being so small had meant it wasn’t the first time he or Ren had ended up with the other’s exs.
Wish me luck. He texted back. There was a pause, before a text came.
Just be careful.
Why He texted.
Deep in the closet was the reply. Ian rolled his eyes and resisted the desire to text him a reminder about differences in culture between Canada and America. Instead he pocketed the phone, and walked over.
“Agent Eppes. Didn’t expect to see you here.” He said. It was almost amusing to watch the deer caught in a headlights look on Eppes’s face, before he realised that if Ian was here, he had to be here for the same reason. “Buy you a drink?”
He watched, with a predator’s satisfaction, as Don Eppes weighed up the benefits and risk to the proposal.
I know, I know, filling my own prompt isn't in the spirit of the com, but it wouldn't shut up.
Normally as he was in California, Ren Turnbull would have been here as his wingman. Unfortunately, Ren had caught the flu and could hardly stand.
Apparently, even half dead, he was determined not to miss out on the fun.
Mayb. He texted back. Seen a guy, but not sure.
He barely had finished typing when the reply came back.
Who? Why?
He decided to answer the second one first.
Cause I recognise him. FBI. Not sure if for real or working. He sent it, and then quickly sent another, adding. Dont need to out myself to another office.
He was grateful that Ren didn’t point out that if he hadn’t done that exact thing to him, they might not be friends. Ren was a good guy, and while not completely out of the closet, not completely in it either. He admitted to Ian, the first time they did it, that it was as much because of his love of playing with people’s heads, as fear of the disapproval of his superiors. And that was the Mounties.
There was a few seconds before Ren’s texted back. Picture?
He rolled his eyes, but discreetly snapped a photo.
There was a pause, before a text came back.
Oh yeah I know that guy. he's legit. slept in my closet a few times.
Ian resisted the desire to growl. The law enforcement community being so small had meant it wasn’t the first time he or Ren had ended up with the other’s exs.
Wish me luck. He texted back. There was a pause, before a text came.
Just be careful.
Why He texted.
Deep in the closet was the reply. Ian rolled his eyes and resisted the desire to text him a reminder about differences in culture between Canada and America. Instead he pocketed the phone, and walked over.
“Agent Eppes. Didn’t expect to see you here.” He said. It was almost amusing to watch the deer caught in a headlights look on Eppes’s face, before he realised that if Ian was here, he had to be here for the same reason. “Buy you a drink?”
He watched, with a predator’s satisfaction, as Don Eppes weighed up the benefits and risk to the proposal.
He smiled. His night was definitely looking up.