The next morning Keith awoke to the sound of his alarm, reporting the time to be six twenty. His apartment was four blocks from the Bronx headquarters so he could get ready and be there at seven. Starting his coffee maker he walked into the bathroom to take a quick shower. After finishing he could smell the most amazing scent in the world. Scratch that the second most amazing scent in the world: the man last night. NO! "You cannot think that way Keith, you have a girlfriend and you are not gay." Then why had his blood became lava in that one touch? "NO! NO!" Why had he notice the amazing smell that had escaped from his jacket when he turned? "NO! NO! NO!" Why of all did he want to touch that man again? That he couldn't argue with. "Ok i'm bisexual then." That wouldn't be as bad.
BANG! BANG! John jumped out of bed and ran to the window in his living room. In the middle of the street there laid a man face down in a pool of blood. "SHIT!" This could break his cover. He would have to discover a way to stall he investigation without killing the primary, not yet at least. He heard the sirens in the distance and had a slight feeling of fear. Closing his blinds he went back into his bedroom and groaning fell on his bed.