Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2005 17:09:09 -0500 (EST)
From: Blue OConnor <ladylovey4@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Perfect

Perfect


~ Chapter 15 ~

Flashback- Gabriel's POV


    "How could you embarrass me like this?"

    "Mom..." I said trying to explain.

    "I send you as far away from my family and your still disrupting it."

    My heart clenched at her words.  Wasn't I a part of that family too.  I
guess not.

    "Headmaster Hogan told me everything about your little episode.  Can't
you behave for once in your life?"

    "I didn't..."

    "Don't think if you get kicked out that I'll let you come back here.
I've created a good life for myself and I don't need you screwing it up.
Get use to boarding school because that's where you'll be going if your
going to be sent to another one if booted out of this one but this time I
might just send you to one of those military schools instead.  Maybe
that'll teach you some self restraint."

    I let put the phone on the desk and let her continue her one sided
lecture without me.  She didn't want to hear anything from me anyway.  She
just wanted to spew her hate at me.

    I didn't understand her.  I already knew she resented me, hated me even
but why did she have to take every opportunity to rub it in.

    I was already feeling hopeless and hollow; I didn't need her adding to
my sorrows.

    Two days had passed since they'd left; though Elaine had called as soon
as they'd landed I was still feeling their loss.

    It was odd finding yourself with nothing to do when you'd been so
involved and busy for the last months.


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Present Day- Gabriel's POV


    `A sister, a sister.' My mind was a jumble of conflicting thoughts; I
didn't know whether I should laugh in the detectives face for citing such a
ridiculous notion or collapse against the countertop because a feeling of
dread was forming a pit of my stomach.

    "You must be mistaken Detective Haynes, Gabriel's an only child."
Connor said.

    "There is no mistake."  Detective Haynes stated.  "You might want to
sit down for this."

    "No."  I said, my voice thick and hoarse.  I kept my head down, trying
to keep the dizziness a bay.  "Say what you have to say."

    I heard the detective begin to pace as he continued.  "As I said
before, it was hard to locate your mother because she relocated to New York
but she also remarried seven years ago to a Mr. Michael Talbot."

    "I bet you he was rich too."  I muttered bitterly.

    "As a matter of fact he was very wealthy, and very sick.  He died of
heart failure a few months after they were married."

    "And left her all his money."  I said, shaking my head.  "She hasn't
changed a bit."

    "Gabriel, please...." Connor said.

    "Don't."  I said immediately, unwilling to hear what he was about to
say.  "I know who and what my mother was, you of all people should know why
I have no pity for her now."

    I felt the firm grip of his hands on my shoulders, as he turned me
around.  Cupping my face in his hand he said.  "I'm not asking you to feel
anything for her but we need to know about your sister..."

    I opened my mouth to argue, but he put two fingers on my lips, stopping
me.  "Don't let your anger towards your mother cloud your judgment.  Please
listen to what Detective Haynes has to say."  He ran his fingers against my
lips, stroking softly.

    "Okay."  I said, and motioned for the detective to carry on.

    "According to the her birth records, your sister was born three months
after the death of Mr. Talbot."

    "That'll make her about six now right?"  Connor asked.

    "That's correct, she's turning six on October 12."

    "God."  I whispered, realizing finally that this was true, I had a
sister.  A sister I would have probably never known about if not for this
whole mess.

    "I realize that this is all coming as a shock to you, but when I went
to the hospital to see your mother, she wasn't able to answer any of my
questions because she's barely conscious.  When I spoke to her doctor, they
put me in contact with the social worker in charge of your sister's case.
Her name is Mrs. Beckett."  He handed me her card.

    "She'd been trying to get into contact with you and hasn't been able to
find you since you left no forwarding address when you moved."

    "I had wanted a clean break."  I whispered.

    "Well, your mother hasn't left a will stating where she wants your
sister placed but you're her only known relative so it's only natural that
they'd assume she'd want her placed with you."

    I laughed, the sound ugly, harsh.  "Yeah right."

    "Keira is currently at a boarding school in England, but your mother
has run out of funds and she is unable to pay the tuition.  So I'm afraid,
Keira will end up in a foster home if you don't take her in."

    "Stop please..." I said, not wanting hear anymore.  I stiffened my back
and on shaky legs walked out of the room, and up the stairs.

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Connor's POV


    I watched him walk out, noting the rigid lines of his back.  He was
hurting but I knew he would refuse to let it show as long as he wasn't
alone.

    I turned to the detective.  "I'm sorry..." I couldn't think of anything
else to say.  I wanted to go after him, to comfort him and my mind refused
to concentrate on anything else.

    Detective Haynes moved away from the counter.  "It's alright."

    I followed him to the front door.  "I'll be in touch if I find out any
additional information in your case."

    "Thank you."  I said and leaned against the closed door when he exited.
I squeezed my eyes shut.  I tried to calm my shaking body but I couldn't.
I was overwhelmed with anxiety, fear and...relief.

    For a moment after hearing about Kiera, the thought had occurred to me
that she could have been my father's child.  A child she'd kept from him.
If she had been I don't know how my father would have handled that.

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    I found Gabriel laying facedown on our bed.  I climbed in with, laying
my head on his shoulder.

    "She sent me away too, you know."  His voice was carefully monotone.  I
steeled myself against it, knowing it was his way of hiding his pain.  I'd
done the same thing too many times myself not to recognize it.  Funny how
clear things became when they happened to someone else.

    "Because she found me with you one night, comforting you after a
nightmare.  She knew at that moment I was gay and that you were the most
important person to me in my life."  I sucked in a shocked breath.  "She
said she was protecting her new family by sending me away but I think she
wanted to hurt me because I was her defect.  The one thing she couldn't
control in her life and she hated that."

    "Oh sweetheart..." I murmured, blinking away tears.

    "I can't forgive her Connor."
    "No one's asking you to."

    He flipped over rapidly, causing me to jerk back in surprise.  "Then
what kind of person does that make me? She's dying, shouldn't I stop
resenting her now? Shouldn't I feel some kind of compassion for her?"

    I caressed his face, wanting to help ease his anguish but unable to do
anything.  "Oh Honey, that makes you human."

    He turned away from my touch.  "No."  He said roughly.  "It makes me
just like her, immovable, resentful, callous.... That's not who I want to
be Connor."

    "You're not."  I said.  "You're nothing like her."  I turned his
averted head to me, brushing his lips with mine.

    "I'm so scared."  He said, rolling us over until I was under him and
his head was lying against my chest.  "If I don't let my anger go, it's
going to consume me."

    "It won't."  I untied his hair and spread it out, like a blanket
covering us both.  "I won't let it."


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Hunter's POV


    I heaved the last box onto the dappled marble counter and stepped back
to catch my breath.  "It is too early for this."  Tossing my coat onto the
bar stool next to me, I shot a glance at the clock above the massive brass
espresso maker.  The clock glared back, daring me to take the time to make
a pot of coffee.

    It was already past six A.M., which gave me less than an hour to
prepare for the morning rush.  "Great."  I murmured, blowing a breath of
frustration through my bangs.

    I looked over the mountain of deliveries, and groaned because I wasn't
looking forward to logging them into the back room.

    As always, Mama had ordered only the best gourmet coffee for our family
owned and operated shop.  Located on the Forest Hill district, the Moonbean
Cafe was the center of my life.  My parents had went to impossible lengths
to keep the Kona fresh-brewed hourly, the cherry scones warm and soft, and
the teapots arranged just so.  It was that kind of perfectionism, and the
welcoming atmosphere that kept the customers coming back and had earned
them the reputation of having the best coffee.

    After sinking their life savings into this business my parents had set
out to create an atmosphere of old-fashioned charm with all the convenience
of technology within the shop.  They spent countless hours blending unusual
combinations of beans, experimenting with temperatures and grinds, striving
for a more ideal cup of coffee.  Growing up I think I drank more coffee
than I did water.

    They were always busy but never when growing up had my sister or I ever
neglected.  We were always included in the day-to-day running of the
business, busing tables, waiting tables when the waitress called in sick.
Netty and I loved it, but Addison had always wanted to become a lawyer.
She was in school now persuing that dream.

    So when my parents retired, though they left the shop to all of us,
Netty and I took over for them.

    The bell mounted on the rear door jingled.  I looked up to see Netty
lugging a cardboard box onto the bar.  "Don't ask."  She said crossly.
Netty was the female version of my father.  Strawberry blond curls sprang
around her small face in a short bob.  Her eyes were the color of burnt
amber and like everyone in our family, she was small in stature, 5'3.

    I lowered my eyes to hide the smile lurking behind them, knowing Netty
didn't have a cross bone in her body.  "I'll forgive you for being late if
you make coffee."

    "You're easy when you're desperate."

    "Would you make it Sumatra?"  I added.  "I need the extra caffeine this
morning."

    "You really should learn how to get to bed early."  Netty pulled off
her coat and picked up mine, taking both to the small storage room at the
rear of the store.  "A pipe burst this morning, flooded my bathroom."

    "Oh." I said, unconcerned.  "Did the building manager look at it?"

    "No."  She let out an exaggerated sigh.  "He's on vacation."

    "You really should just ask that man out.  You're going to end up
destroying your apartment if you keep this up."

    "I know but he's so cute."

    "Yep."  I said, picturing in my mind.  "He has a nice ass too."

    Netty was out-spoken within our family but when it came to guys she
seemed to clam up.  She'd get flustered, and quiet, which usually made guys
think she wasn't interested.

    "Get your own man."

    "Why? When I can look at yours?"  I wagged my eyebrows at her.  "I
wonder what he looks like naked?"

    She giggled, and then her laughter faded.  "You'll probably see him
naked before I do."

    Netty scooped coffee beans from the glass display case and poured them
into the grinder.  Neither of us spoke as the grinder worked its magic.
"Grow some balls, Sweetie and talk to the man."

    "No thanks, maybe I'll take yours instead."  She said, catching on our
old joke.

    "I'm rather fond of mine, but I'm sure Jake will be willing to give you
his."

    Our laughter lightened the mood, as we started to work though the
morning rush.

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    I was standing behind the bar; I was vigorously scrubbing the stainless
steel sink.  It was the end of another busy day, Netty had already gone
home.  She and I alternated managing the shop, we both worked on Sundays.
It was my turn to close and I couldn't wait to go home and sleep, even
after doing this for years, I still wasn't use to being on my feet all day.

    I heard the sound of a stool creaking against the floor and I
straightened, and then slowly turned.  For an instant, the corners of my
mouth turned up in a smile, which is the standard greeting for
customers-but my eyes narrowed when I recognized who it was.

    My smile faded.  My eyes cooled, along with my voice.  "I'm getting
ready to close."

    "The sign says you don't close for another ten minutes."

    Wordlessly, I turned away and left my place behind the bar.  At the
front door, I turned the sign to the closed position.  As if on cue, the
couple finished their cappuccino and started for the door.  Calling them by
their first names, I bid them good night.  The woman in the corner seat
tucked her book in her purse and followed.

    I made a show of untying my apron and slipped back behind the bar.
"Please tell me this is a mistake and you wandered in here by accident."

    "You're not going to make this easy on me."

    "How perceptive of you."

    "In case you're wondering, I take my coffee black with two sugars," he
said easily.

    "To be perfectly honest with you, Detective Haynes, the way you take
your coffee is the furthest thing from my mind, unless, of course you take
it in your lap.  What I really want to know is what the hell you're doing
in my shop.  Come to harass me again?"

    He stared at me with that analyzing expression he'd given me last
night.  It was a look that said he wasn't sure how he'd gotten in this
situation and that he didn't know how to deal with me.

    "What happened to your customer service?"

    Frowning, I snagged a cup from beneath the bar and moved to the coffee
brewer.  I poured the coffee, my movement jerky, rigid.

    "Here you go."  I set the cup in front of him and looked at my watch.
"Black.  Two Sugars.  You have five minutes."

    He smiled, and for the first time I noticed he had a dimple in his left
cheek.  He looked younger when he smiled, as if years of aging were lifting
from his face.  "You really don't like me, do you?"

    "I don't think about you at all."  I said, and his eyes called me a
liar.

    "Yeah, well, my captain called me in his office this morning, it seems
some one made a complaint about me.  You wouldn't know about that would
you?"

    "You're lucky I didn't file charges for harassment."

    His eyes narrowed.  "I wasn't harassing you, I simply told you
something you didn't want to hear."

    "You don't know me Honey, so don't be make assumptions about my
personal feelings."  After leaving Gabriel's house the other night the
detective had waited for me, and found it necessary to tell me, `You should
move on, because it is useless to be in love with some one so obviously
uninterested.'  Upon hearing this I had kicked him in the chin and stomped
off.  Not one of my most dignified instances but he'd pissed me off.

    "You're right I shouldn't have."

    "And I'm not in love with Connor.  He's my friend, nothing else.  "
The fact that I felt the need to explain myself made me flustered.  `Jesus,
what was wrong with me?'

    "Why are you here?" I asked.

    "I came here to offer a truce."  He said.  "I'm going to be working
pretty closely with your friend to solve this case and I don't want to have
any animosity between us that can influence this case."

    "You just want me to call off your captain."

    "That too."

    "Surely you can do better than that," I said.

    "All right."  He added.  "I came here to apologize."

    Something about the grudging way he said that sparked humor and
sympathy in me.  "That didn't hurt so bad, did it?"

    "No worse than the time I broke my leg skiing."

    "You have an ego, don't you?"

    "Groveling isn't my style, but whatever works."  He offered his hand.
"Apology accepted?"

    I ignored the hand.  "I'd like my cell phone back."

    He reached into his pocket and set it on the counter.  Seeing no reason
to accept the truce, I offered him my hand.  His fingers closed around
mine.  A jolt of awareness ran the length of my body on contact.  His hand
was warm and big over mine.  The palm calloused, and rough.  His gaze
drifted from my eyes to my mouth.

    I released his hand, and the spell broke.  Momentarily stunned by my
reaction, I watched him as he raised the coffee cup to his lips and sipped,
and I wondered if he had any idea how profoundly he'd just affected me.  My
heart was pumping and my cock was so hard, I was afraid to move in case my
zipper rubbed further against, and caused me to come.

    Casting a glance at the front door, I crossed my arms in front of me.
"I'm sorry, but I really need to close the shop." Rudeness had always come
naturally to me, but I only used it when I felt cornered.

    "Thank you for the coffee."  Pulling out his wallet, he laid a
five-dollar bill on the bar.

    My stomach clenched as I found myself checking out his ass.  It was
muscular, firm, and cupped perfectly in his slightly baggy blue jeans.

    "Damn." I said out loud.  It was just like me that the first guy I was
even remotely sexually attracted to in months would turn up in the form of
an egotistical detective.  He was most likely straight anyway.  And even if
he was playing on my team, I knew I had to stay away from him because there
was a little voice in that back of my mind that was saying this one was
going to cause some serious heartache.

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Gabriel's POV

    He was standing at the sink, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans when I
found him in the kitchen.  Sensing I needed time with my thoughts he'd let
me go to my studio to paint.  After hours of mindless painting, I found
myself missing his presence, so I went looking for him.

    "What are you doing?"

    "Just finishing up washing the dishes."

    I sat on a stool at the island, watching the rippling play of muscles
in his back every time he moved.

    "Sweetheart, what are you going to do about Keira?"  I had sat in my
studio asking myself that same question over and over but I couldn't seem
to come up with an answer.

    "I don't know, baby."

    "You're her brother Gabriel, you have a responsibility to her..."

    "What am I supposed to do?" I snapped.  "Take her away from a life
she's always known to come live with a stranger?  A person she doesn't know
existed?"

    "You don't know that.  Your mother could have told her about..."

    "No."  I stated.  "She wouldn't.  I was a secret in her past she
wouldn't want to relive.  I'm sure once I was gone she paid as much
attention to me and my memory as she did when I was living with her."

    I gazed warily at Connor.  "I don't think she should come live with
us."

    "Why not?"

    "What would I know about raising a child?  Especially a little girl.
I'll probably screw her up worse than my mother ever could.  It would be
better to leave her where she is. I can afford the tuition."

    "You want her to live with strangers.  Growing up with the sterile
affection of people who could never love her like I know you can.  Is that
the kind of life you want for her?"

    I refused to answer but that didn't stop him.  "Do you want her to grow
up feeling unloved, and lonely?  Do you want her to go through life without
some one to calm her fears when she wakes up from a nightmare, or kiss her
bruises when she falls down?"

    "You know I don't." I said softly.

    He met my gaze, the love and desire I saw there almost brought me to my
knees.  "Then go call the social worker, and see how you can bring that
child home."

    And with that he turned back to his task.  Ending the discussion.  This
argument was a foreshadowing of those to come, I knew it.  Connor had me
wrapped around his little finger.  He might let me keep the illusion of me
being in charge but he and I both knew better.  Just a look of
disappointment or disapproval in those chocolate eyes and I'd find myself
caving fast.

    So I didn't bother continuing the arguing, I headed up stairs to call
Mrs. Beckett because it was ultimately what I had wanted to do in the
beginning.  I was just too overwhelmed with fears to admit it.


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Connor's POV


    An hour later he came back to kitchen where I was sitting at table
nursing a cup of coffee.

    He immediately picked me up, and sat down, placing me in his lap.  He
laid his head on my chest; as if it was so heavy he couldn't hold it up.
"My mother has slipped into a coma.  Doctor's don't think she'll ever come
out of it, at least not alive."

    I didn't offer any words of sympathy because I knew they would be
false.  There was no love lost between Marie and I.

    "Mrs. Beckett wants me to come to England right away to get Keira, she
doesn't want to tell her about Mom."
    "That sounds reasonable, she doesn't want the news coming from a
non-family member."

    "Yeah but she doesn't know me, Connor."  He muttered.  "And what if I
let my anger toward my mother come through when I talk to Keira.  I don't
want her to resent me for not being sorry that her mother is basically
dead."

    "You'll do fine."  I reassured him.  "So you're going to do it then,
you're going to bring her home with you?"

    "Yeah."  He answered.  "She's going to have to check out my background,
criminal record, financial stability and other stuff but she assures me by
the time I fly over there, that should be taken care of and I'll be able to
bring her back with me."

    "When are you going?"  I inquired.

    "Tomorrow morning, I already booked a flight for us."

    "Us?"  I asked, shocked.

    "Of course."  He said.  "I told you I'm not letting you out of my
sight."

    "Gabriel, there is no way I can go with you."  I stopped his protest by
adding firmly.  "Keira has enough to deal with right now, she doesn't need
another person invading her life right now."

    "You're not just any one."  He growled.

    "I know, I'm not but we'll have plenty of time to get to know each
other when she comes home."

    He threw up his hand in frustration.  "I don't want to leave you here
by yourself."

    "I won't."  I said, placating his fears.  "The cops are watching the
house."

    I kissed him on the forehead.  "I can't wait to meet her."

    "Neither can I."

    We curled up with each for several minutes until I realized what was
occurring.  Keira was coming here, here where it wasn't safe for her while
my stalker was on the loose.

    "Gabriel..."

    "Mmmm."

    "I think maybe I should move out for awhile."

    "What?"  He said sharply.

    "Hear me out."  I said.  "It won't be forever, just until the police
catch this guy."

    "No."

    "Gabriel, please, we can't bring Keira into a house that isn't safe."

    "No."

    "Your letting your emotions cloud your judgment, not being around me is
what's best for her and you right now."

    " No, Dammit."  He yelled.  I jumped at the sound of his roaring voice.

    "Gabriel... "

    "Where would you go, huh?" he asked fiercely.

    "I could stay with Hunter."

    "Someone has declared open season on you," He snapped.  "You're a
sitting duck in that building and you know it."

    "My father's house then..."

    "And put your father's life at risk, I don't think so."  He countered,
crossly.  "You'd end up in an hotel, where a maintenance guy could sneak
in."

    Dread lay heavy in the pit of my stomach at the thought of how
drastically my life was going to change.  The worst of it was that it was
out of my control, and I was powerless to stop it.

    Needing to move, to expel some of the negative energy winding up inside
me, I rose and began to pace.  "I can't stand not being in control of my
own life.  I can't stand it that somebody else is calling all the shots."

    Gabriel rose and crossed to me.  "This isn't going to be easy. I know
that but we'll be alright I know it."

    "How can you have so much faith?"  I said angrily.  "He could simply
run us off the road tomorrow."

    "That's not going to happen," he said fiercely.

    "If he wants me dead, how can you-"

    "He's going to have to go through me to get to you."

    I recognized the stubborn set of his jaw and I knew he wasn't going to
budge.  "I know you think that."  I whispered.  "But I couldn't live with
myself if you or Keira were hurt because of me."

    "Then I won't let Keira stay here for awhile."

    "No."  I protested.  "I don't want that little girl being left in a
boarding school."

    He shook head.  "I'll bring her to stay with Elaine for awhile if
there's any sign of trouble."

    "But Gabriel..."

    "No."  He said firmly.  "I won't give you up Connor, don't ask that of
me.  Ask anything else, and I'll do it but not that."

    I lowered my eyes.

    His long fingers clamped around my upper arms, and he moved me in a
soft shake.  "Connor, look at me," he demanded urgently.  A sharp note,
like anger or fear, entered his voice.  "Look at me, dammit! If you
disappeared, I would find you.  No matter how fast or how far you went.  So
put that thought out of your head."

    Staring dazedly into his piercing green eyes, I nodded while my mind
buzzed with miserable speculation.

    "Now promise me," he went on tersely, "that while I'm gone, you will
not do anything foolish.  Stay here, and when I come back we'll sort things
out.  All right?"  When I didn't respond, he lifted my face until we were
practically nose-to-nose.  "All right?"

    "Yes," I whispered.  "I'll wait for you."

    His lips brushed over mine in communion of moisture and warmth that
filled me with unbearable pleasure.  I felt the tip of his tongue against
my bottom lip, softly teasing, and my resistance melted away.  Gasping, I
strained upwards, and was caught against his hard body, one of his hands
fitting beneath my butt.  My arms wrapped around his neck, and I kissed him
hungrily.  He responded with an even deeper kiss, his tongue sliding past
my teeth, until I sagged against him in helpless pleasure.

    He brought his hand between my legs, cupping my aching cock, rubbing
and caressing the hardened length.

    I grounded my ass into his crotch, his erection, hot and hard against
me.

    In one quick motion, he stood, gripping my waist, and before I knew it
I was bent face first over the table, legs spread.

    I felt him stoop down before, the warm breath against my ass, had me
staining with want.

    He ran his hands over my cheeks, down between my legs, cupping my balls
before giving them a lick.

    Then he was spreading my cheeks, opening me to his view, he gave my
rosebud teasing laps, that had me panting, my head tossing against the hard
table.

    His tongue began circling and flicking as he dragged his thumb down and
pressed it deep inside.  His wet thumb moved farther and farther down,
pushing, and stretching me.

    "Please..."

    I guess he was urgent too because, he didn't wait, just stood and
guided his penis to my wet entrance, then began sinking into me.

    Oh God oh God.  I pressed my forehead hard against the table, forcing
myself to breath.  He had always been big, but at this angle his
penetration felt impossibly huge.  He pushed relentless.  Thrusting and
withdraw, sawing into me until I felt the ruff texture of his pubic hair.

    He held my hips in his hands as he hammered into me, driven by his own
blind urgency.  Every inward stroke forced me closer and closer to that
moment when the tension would become too much, when the heat was scalding
and nerve ending couldn't endure anymore.  He thrust harder and harder, our
loins slapping together, and I was almost there, almost there, almost...

    He came, his powerful body bowing and bucking, shuddering, and pumping.
Hoarse, rough cries tore from his throat as he gripped my hips and spilled
into me.  His climax triggered my own, and I came quivering and yelling
with him.

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    I had the nightmare again.

    Visions of flashing steel.

    Visions of my own death.

    How long had it been since it had last come upon me, jarring me from my
sleep, leaving me trembling and sweating, and frightened of every shadow?

    My breathing was erratic, my brow feverish.  Darkness encompassed me,
emptiness, no one there to comfort me.  Gabriel had left on his flight this
morning.

    A noise out in the hallway brought me bolt up right in bed.  Something
had knocked against the wall.  I told myself it was Hunter, after hearing I
was spending the night alone; he'd come over to keep me company.

    But why would Hunter be stalking around in the middle of the night?

    Every sense heightened in awareness as I strained to listen for another
sound, another movement, something to either confirm or deny I had heard
anything.  Silence reached me.  Silence almost terrifying as the noise
complete as it was.

    I tossed the covers back, too tense to remain still.  I needed to calm
my nerves and I could not remain in bed.

    Afraid to make a sound, I crept toward the bathroom, not turning on the
light, which caused me to knock over the cup above the sink.  The plastic
tumbler banged into the counter and then toppled to the floor, sounding as
loud as a gunshot to my ears.

    I groped for the glass, scooping it up and clutching it to my chest,
sure I heard the sound outside my door.

    "Connor, are you awake?" I heard Hunter calling.

    I closed my eyes and dragged in a lungful of air before answering.
"Yeah, come in."

    I heard the door open, and I walked into the room as Hunter was sitting
on bench in front of the bed.  "I couldn't sleep either, I have pralines
and cream ice-cream, want some?"  He offered me a spoon.

    I climbed onto the bed, lying down on my stomach, and took the spoon
from him, then dipped into the ice cream.  The sweet taste waking me up
instantly.

    "It sucks huh?  Sleeping alone when you've gotten used to someone there
beside you."

    "Yeah." I breathed out.

    He laughed.  "Don't sound so forlorn.  He'll be back in two days."

    "That's too long."  I grumbled.

    "Lord honey, you really got it bad."

    I signed.  "I wouldn't have it any other way... except..."

    "You wouldn't have a maniac on your case."

    I didn't comment, I didn't have to.  "Did Detective Haynes give you any
news?"

    I picked up on the strain in his body when body when he said the
detectives name, almost as if he'd done so grudgingly.

    "No not yet."  I replied.  "Did something happen between you and the
detective I don't know about?"

    "No."  He said, quickly, a little too quickly.  He wouldn't meet my
eyes either, which made me even more suspicious.

    "Uh, Oh."  I said, as realization dawned.

    "What?"  He said, tersely.

    "You like him."

    "What?" he exclaimed.  "Have you lost your mind? I do not."

    I grinned at him.  "Yes you do."

    He gave me a disgusted look.  "I hate when people get into a
relationship.  They're always trying to get their friends to join them in
relationship bliss."  He continued to glower at me.  "You're way off on
this, I do not have any feelings for your meathead detective other than
distain."

    "Right."

    "Don't give me that look."

    "What look?" I asked innocently.

    "You're patronizing me."

    "I am not." I denied then added.  "He's kind of hot isn't he?"

    "I haven't noticed."

    I gave him a stare of complete disbelief then continued.  "He needs to
get some more sleep but once he does he would be grade A meat."

    "Losing your virginity has turned you into a sex fiend."

    I blushed.  "I can't help that I'm getting it good."

    "Really?"  He asked, interested peaked.  "Care to give any details."
He made a motion with his hand, indicated his want for approximate length
and width.

    "No."  I said, refusing to let him embarrass me into ending our line of
conversation.  "But lets just say, I have no reason for complaints."  I
tapped my empty spoon against my chin.  "I wonder if Detective Haynes is
seeing anyone?"

    "I wouldn't know."  He said, digging into the ice cream.  "Wouldn't
care either."

    "So it wouldn't bother you if I fixed him up with, Scott, he's a really
nice guy, a professor too."

    "I'll break his back and chop off his legs, if I see him with him."

    "That's my boy."

    He mournfully shook his head.  "I'm hopeless. I always fall for the
impossible idiots."

    "Hey," I protested.  "For your information, I felt the heat coming off
you two when I saw you together.  I would have recognized the signs if I
hadn't been so wrapped up in this mess."

    "This isn't going to happen, Connor."

    "Why?"

    "He's probably closeted, and you know my rule."

    "You never know."

    "Yes I do."

    The rest of the night was spent arguing and eating ice cream, until we
eventually passed out curled up side by side on the bed.


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Hunter's POV


    I was slumped on the couch the next afternoon, watching a show I was
really paying attention to.  Connor was upstairs in Gabriel's office
writing a paper he'd missed last week.

    My mind was concentrated on my conversation with Connor last night.

    My cell phone rang and I grabbed it, glad for the distraction.

    "What are you doing right now?"

	He didn't seem to think it was necessary to identify himself before
speaking, and he didn't have to.  The deep rusty baritone voice was enough.

    "Why is that your concern, Detective?"

    "Are you going to be busy for the next few hours."

	"No."

	"I'll pick you up in fifteen minutes then."

	For the first time in a long time I was shocked into silence.

    	When I didn't answer he said.  "Hunter?"

    "I'm here."  I said, thoroughly confused.  "Why would I..." I started,
only to be cut off by him.

    "I'm on my way." He hung up.  I clicked off my cell, still astonished.
How had he known where I was? And where did he get off ordering me around?

    Despite my mounting anger, the nervous flip-flops of my stomach, and
Connor's constant teasing, I was on the porch when he arrived, hands on
hips, looking belligerent.

    "Get in."  He said, when he pulled up, getting out of the car to walk
to the passenger side in order to open the door for me.

    "Fuck you."  I said coolly.  I marched up to him, and even though he
was about 5 inches talker than me I stood my ground, glaring at him with
fire in my eyes.

	He grinned at me.  "Your a hostile little thing aren't you?"

	My eyes narrowed further, I hate when people make assumptions based
on physical appearances. "There's nothing little about me."

    He sighed.  "I didn't come here to get in another argument with you."

	"Great way to get started on that, first your ordering me around
and now your insulting me."

	"Look I think there's some things we need to go over?"

	"About the case?"

	He shrugged, saying nothing but opening the door wider.

       What the hell did that mean?

	Against my better judgment, I found myself getting into the jeep
and after a few seconds we pulling out of the driveway.

	"Where are we going?" I asked breaking the terse silence.

	"You'll see."

	I closed my eyes and rested my head against the leather headrest,
trying to block out the hint of flirtation I picked up in his voice.  There
was no way I heard right.  He was straight I knew it.  And even if he
wasn't I wouldn't be interested. I repeated that phrase over again so in
time my pounding heart would believe it as well.

	The car turned into a park.  It was crowded like many parks are at
this time of year.  Children were playing in the middle of a water
fountain, families were scattered over the grounds picnicking.

	He pulled the car into a parking space, and climbed out before I
could ask any questions or make any snide remarks.

	I heard him opening the truck and leaned out the window just as he
started walking off without even looking in my direction.  I jumped out of
the car.

	"Wait!"  I called after him.  "Where are you going?"

	He didn't answer.

	Muttering obscenities under my breath, I fallowed him grudgingly, I
was tempted to get back in the car and drive away, leaving his arrogant ass
behind but hotwiring cars was not a skill I ever acquired.  Besides I
wasn't about to give him another reason to arrest me.

	When I finally caught up with him he was sitting at a picnic table,
overlooking a small pond, a pizza box in front of him.

	I dropped down on the bench across from him.

	"I'm assuming you have a good reason for dragging me over here
right?"

	He shrugged.  "I'm hungry."

	I blinked at him.  "You're what?"

	He opened the box, presenting me with a large pepperoni, cheese and
buffalo chicken pizza.  I could recognize it anywhere; it was a pizza from
Mama's.  My stomach went on instant alert, rumbling loudly.

	He grinned.  "Dig in."

	"I wonder if I could get away with assaulting a police officer, if
I claim it was provoked."  I muttered, but I did reach for a slice of pizza
and almost moaned in ecstasy when the spicy flavors hit my tongue.  Mama's
pizzas were the best in town, extra cheesy, incredibly seasoned chicken,
with just enough heat to give it a kick.  I never could resist a slice.

	"Why are you always so hostile?"  He asked.

	"Why are you always baiting me?"  I retorted.

	"Because you're cute when you're angry."  He replied, and then
nonchalantly reached for a slice of pizza and took a bite.

   	I swore my heart stuttered for a minute, stopping for a few seconds
before it started beating again.  "Excuse me?"

    "You heard me."

     "Is that supposed to be some sort of twisted joke?"

     He glanced up at me.  "I'm sure men have found you attractive before?"

	"Of course they have."  I said, tilting my chin up a little with
defiance.  "But none of them have ever assaulted me before."

	He polished off his first slice then grabbed another and said
before taking a bite.  "You were a suspect then."

	"And I'm not now?"  I asked sarcastically, recalling the speech
he'd given me the other night.

	"Look, you are obviously emotionally attached to your friend.  I
wouldn't be any good at my job if I didn't check into ever led.  Besides
there is no way you could have made those calls.  The times didn't coincide
with your schedule."

	"I'm glad you finally figured that out."  I said in my coolest
voice.

	He laughed, and the sound was gruff as if he didn't do it often.  I
couldn't help but stare at him because in that moment his eyes seemed to
lighten to an almost pewter gray color, his face became softer as if years
of stress had been lifted.  "You do that a lot don't you?"

	I eyed him, puzzled.

	"Guard your feelings with anger."  He told me.  "It won't work with
me."

	"Your arrogance is showing again Detective."

  	"Tobias."

	"What?"

	"My name is Tobias."

	`Tobias,' I whispered to myself, it was an old-fashioned, but
strong name.  It suited him.  But I didn't say that aloud instead I said.
"I didn't ask."

	"You didn't have to."  He said, unaffected by my attempt at
iciness.  "I wanted you to know."

	I ignored his searching gaze and focused all my attention on
finishing my pizza.  Suddenly it tasted as good as before.  My stomach was
beginning to become a mess of queasy nerves.

	I felt the heat off his hand before it covered mine.

	"I really would like to kiss that sad look off your face, but I'm
not sure if you would slap me or not."  He whispered, brushing the tips of
his fingers against the back of mine.

	"This isn't funny."  I said softly.

	"This isn't a game to me Hunter."  He said, getting up and walking
around the table to straddle the bench.  His breath was hot against my ear.
"I'm attracted to you.  I've tried denying it, but I can't seem to get you
out of my mind.  Truthfully I don't want to."

	"I'm not available to you."

	"Why not?"  He asked.  "Don't say it's because your not attracted
to me, you think I didn't fell your erection digging into my thigh when I
was hauling you into my office."

	It took all my will not to blush with embarrassment.  "I don't date
closet cases."  I muttered.

	"Now who's making assumptions?"  He said, in mockery.  He leaned in
closer to me, bringing his lips in brief contact with my ear.  "I don't
flaunt my private life in public but that doesn't mean I've hidden my
sexual preferences either."

	I felt my resistance crumbling, and tried to regroup just as he his
lips moved down to my neck caressing it softly.

	I glanced around, aware of our surroundings.  Though the where we
were secluded by the trees, anyone out walking could see us.  "Anyone can
see." Whimpering when he nipped against neck.

	"I don't mind if you don't."

	I wasn't a shy person, I didn't mind PDA's, I've always envied
watching couples who felt free enough to kiss or caress in public because
for so long, I hadn't been able to with any of my boyfriends.

	The corner of his lips found mine; he placed a soft peck there.  I
felt his tongue next, stroking against my sealed lips.

	I trembled violently, more aroused from this simple kiss than I had
ever been in my entire life.

	His lips worked against mine, sucking at them, first upper, then
lower.  Biting them softly, licking them with quick tiny flicks of his
tongue, fallowed by slow, languorous laps that traced their shape.

	His hand moved to my chest, running down the length of my torso
then back up, stopping when he found my erect nipples through the cotton of
my t-shirt.  He positioned a thump and forefinger at my nipple, barely
touching.  I moaned low and hoarsely in supplication, and he closed them,
pinching, rolling the erect nubs between his fingers until they pulsed like
the rest of me.

	His lips parted mine further, opening my mouth wide to him, as his
tongue plunged into it.  Stroking, tangling, and sucking at mine.

	As suddenly as it begun the kiss ended.  His lips left mine and I
opened my eyes, meeting his.

	"I can't take much more of that, babe."  He said, breathing heavy.
"I want to touch to everywhere."  He growled, and then pressed his lips
against mine again, but only briefly.  "But if I do I'll end up taking you
here on this table, and that wouldn't be a good idea."

	His words brought me back to realization.  Damn! One kiss and my
brain turned to mush.  This man was dangerous.  If I weren't careful he'd
have me on my back before I knew it.

	"This isn't going to be easy."

 	He smiled.  "I never thought it would be."  He said which made me
aware I said that out loud.

    `Lord what was I getting myself into?' I thought to myself.


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Gabriel's POV


    The flight to England had been grueling; when everyone had fallen
asleep I had found myself staring out the small window unable to shut my
mind off enough to get tired.

    After landing, I was in a taxi, and then at St. Bee's Independent
Boarding School before long.  The sense of deja vu was instantaneous as I
arrived.  Though it wasn't the same place, I felt like I was arriving in
France all over again.

    I was greeted by a tall woman dressed in a long coat that covered her
from head to toe as I exited the car.

    "You must be Mr. Greywolf."  She held out her hand.  "I'm
Mrs. Beckett."

    I shook her hand confidently.

    "How was your trip?"

    "Exhausting."  I replied.

    She led me into the building and then into what looked like sitting
room, where she motioned for me to take a seat.

    "You've been a hard man to get into contact with Mr. Greywolf."

    "I hadn't realized anyone was looking."  I stated.

    "Well, I have."  She said.  "Is there a reason your mother had no
contact information available for you?"

    "My mother and I aren't on good terms, we never have been."

    "Care to explain?"  She asked, which instantly sent my guard up.

    "That's a personal matter."

    She frowned at me.  "I'm trusting the well being of child in your
hands.  Nothing is too personal."

    Relenting I said.  "She didn't approve of my sexuality.  I'm Gay."

    Her startled gaze-met mine, and I dared her to say anything.  I wasn't
sure where I stood legally with getting custody of my sister but I would
fight tooth and nail if they decided to keep her from me because of my
sexual orientation.

    "Your background has checked out."  She said I could hear the
condemnation laced in her voice.  "If you're willing to take the child,
she's packed and ready to go."

    "Where is she?"

    She stood and stiffly walked up the stairs, then turned to a door on
the right.

    "Does she know I'm coming to see her."

    "No."  She said.  "I thought it was best you explain everything to
her."

    "You packed her up and didn't tell her why."  I growled.

    "It isn't my job."

    I nodded, understanding.  My sister was just another case to her.
Someone that was clogging up her desk, not a person but a number.  I never
understood how people like her could get a job as a civil servant.

    I opened the door and closed it behind me after entering.  At first I
didn't see her but as I glanced around the room I found her.

    She was curled up at the seat by the window.  Her face tucked in the
back of a fat gray cat.

    "Hello."  I said.

     When she raised her head, I sucked in a breath.  She looked just like
me.  Her hair was curly but other than that my face stared back at me.
Even the emerald eyes I had inherited from my mother, was echoed in her
small pixie face.

    "Hi."  She said shyly, and then covered her mouth.  "I'm not supposed
to talk to strangers."

    I smiled and bent down in front of her.  "That's a good rule to follow.
Did your Mommy teach you that?"

    "No.  My nanny did."  She looked contrite as after saying the words.
"I talked."

    "It's okay, I'm not stranger."  I said searching for the right words to
continue.  "My name is Gabriel."

    "I'm Keira."  She said offering a shining smile.  "Are you the man I'm
going with?"

    "How do you know about that?"

    She shrugged.  "I listened behind the door when Headmistress Millbrook
was talking to the mean lady."  She placed a finger on her lip.  "Shh,
don't tell, Kay?"

    I grinned; she was going to be a handful, this one.  She was already
reminding me of myself when I was growing, constantly curious.  Always
getting in trouble.

    "I won't."  I reassured her.  "Do you know who I am?"

    She nodded.  "Yes, you're my brother."

    "Did your mommy tell you about me?"  It was goading me to talk about
her but if I talked about in third person as if she was this little girls
mother instead of mine, it help to keep the resentment out of my voice.

    "Nah uh."  She said.  "Nanny showed me a picture of you."

    The cat she was holding began to purr and rubbed itself up against
Keira.  "That's a pretty cat."

    "Her names Sheba."  She stroked the cat's fat belly.  "She eats too
much."

    "Really?"  I asked.

    "Yep," she replied.  "She ate cooks meatloaf last night and the
Headmistress got really mad."

    "Did you get in trouble?"

    She pouted.  "She wouldn't give me desert."  She cocked her head at me.
"How come I'm going to live with you and not my mommy?"


To be continued.....