Trent found it very hard to stay still in the hospital's waiting
room, so he was pacing nervously. He couldn't figure out what
could have happened to his partner. She had been fine just a
while ago. Obviously having stomache cramps, but otherwise okay.
He was very worried.
When Clarissa's husband came out of the examination room, Trent
stopped him. "How is she? Will she be okay?"
Her husband,Vince, frowned. "They are still running some test. We
will probably know more by the end of the day. They want to keep
her overnight for observation."
Trent grinned, trying to make light of this difficult situation.
"I guess this means you and the kids will be eating out tonight,
with Clarissa gone. I would hate to see the kids end up here,
Vince rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Weston." They were close
friends, with Vince being married to Trent's parter. They were
some of the only people who knew that Trent was gay, and had been
in a relationship with Ben. They had been very supportive, when
Ben had walked out, and Trent had been grateful for that.
Trent looked at his watch. "Well, I had better get back to the
station. As much as I would like to stay, the chief will murder
me, if I don't go back in."
Vince nodded, the lines showing in his forehead. "Thanks for
stopping by. I appreciate it, and will let you know, as soon as I
find out anything."
"Thanks," Trent smiled at him.
When Trent got back to the station, the chief pulled him into the
"Hello, Detective Weston. Thanks for coming back. I'm sure
Detective Williams will be alright. Please have a seat."
Great...Trent thought. This was the second time he had been
called into the office this week, and it was a little unnerving.
"Detective Weston, I'm sure you are familiar with Detective
Grayson, correct?" The chief stared at him for a long moment.
"Um...yeah," Trent was even more nervous now. What if Detective
Grayson, Ben, had outted them to the chief? He honestly couldn't
see his ex doing that, but who really knew what the bastard was
The chief sighed, pulling out some papers. "Well, he needs a
partner...and you don't have one, for the immediate future. I
would like the two of you to team together for a while. What do
Shit...Damn it! Trent wanted to curse out loud, but knew
it would be unprofessional. "Okay," he replied quietly. "I can
work with him." Damn it all to hell!
"Okay. You will start with him tomorrow," the chief closed the
file he was looking at. "By the way, how did things go with the
jewel thief? Did you see him? I guess Grayson can help you find
Trent nodded. "Yeah, I did see him, but obviously didn't catch
him. I think I can manage this case on my own, though. Thanks."
The chief smiled, a rare occurance. "If I didn't know any better,
I might think there was some bad blood between the two of you."
Trent shook his head. "No...we're fine." He was lying, but it
couldn't be helped. "I'll look over the case again, and try to
figure out who it was.
"That would be appreciated," the chief said.
When Trent walked into the breakroom, he texted Ben. He had not
done so in almost six months, and it felt strange.
'Did you set the chief up to this? I highly doubt it, but need to
check,' He sent the text without thinking too much about Ben. He
was pissed off right now.
He got a reply almost immediately. 'No. I'll see you tomorrow.
Trent shook his head. That wasn't even worth a response. Bastard.
He put his phone back in his pocket and went back to work. He had
a ton of paperwork to go through.
On he way home, Trent's car broke down. While he was looking
under the hood, he felt something behind him. Seconds later, he
was on the ground. The creature above him had glowing, red eyes,
and fangs. He was petrified, but couldn't turn his eyes away from
Trent started to reach for his gun, when he saw another shadowy
figure appear. It looked strangely familiar. It stuck a stake in
the creature attacking Trent, and the creatured turned to dust.
The other creature turned to Trent, a grim look on his face. "I
would suggest getting out of here. Don't worry. I think your car
will start. The vamp was the one stopping it."
Trent was still in shock. "Um...Thanks," he stammered. He
recognized the slit pupils and glowing, golden eyes. This was his
target. He would feel strange taking him in to the station now,
right after he had saved his life.
"You're welcome," The creature looked around. "Now go...If you
want to know more about what is going on here, you can meet me
tomorrow night at 8:00, at the old bar on 12th street."
Trent nodded. "Okay. I would like to know what is going on."
He got in his car, and it started right up, just as he had been
told it would. What the hell was going on here? He still couldn't
get over the creature defending him instead of attacking him. He
wasn't complaining, though he was more curious now. He would just
need to take his gun with him.