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, too."
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 office.
"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 you say?"
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 him
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. Sorry...'
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 the vampire.
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
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.
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