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FAKE
First Year Together: A New Day (May)

Pairing:
Dee/Ryo

Rating:
Chapter five is Mature. Coarse
language, no sex yet

Spoilers:
To Volume 7

Timing: Set in
May directly after Book 7 ended

Summary:
Ryo is coming to terms with the changes in his relationship with Dee, as well
as his new sexual identity. Meanwhile, Dee and Ryo are searching for a young
runaway. This story explores homophobic attitudes but is primarily a love story
between two men.

Disclaimer:
I do not own these characters. They are the property of Sanami
Matoh. I am not making any money from this.

Author's
notes: I believe in a strong and
equal Ryo and Dee. Chapter six is
on its way.

I will be
posting chapters on my Livejournal page earlier than on this site. If you don�t like waiting, go to
http://brit-columbia.livejournal.com/

Blue
Simplicity, my wonderful beta, thanks for your continued hard work on my
behalf.



A New
Day

Chapter five

Dee
glanced at his watch as he pulled into the 27th precinct parking lot. Seven minutes late and counting. Oh well, this always seemed to happen
when he had spent the night at his own place. Ryo sure was good about getting
people out of bed and moving in the morning. Ryo. Just the thought of him made Dee's entire being flood
with happiness. He loves me!
And not just a little -- more than anything! his heart crowed triumphantly.
After parking, he quickly checked his appearance in the rear-view mirror
before he got out of the car.
There was a foolish grin on his face. He tried to adopt a more serious expression better suited to
a man who was late for work and likely to get yelled at by the chief if
spotted. "You lucky
S.O.B.!" he said to his sober new reflection, and the grin came creeping
back.

Last
night hadn't ended quite the way he had hoped. After the showdown with Bikky, the time-out, and the
subsequent calmer lecture that had resulted in Bikky being grounded for three
weeks, Dee had been hoping he could get Ryo into bed and take his lover's mind
off the stress of being the foster parent of a teen from the 'hood. But Ryo had thought otherwise.

"I
feel weird about having sex on the other side of his bedroom wall, anyway, and
especially after that scene tonight," he had informed Dee. "Also, the chief is going to call
us into his office first thing tomorrow to ask us if we've looked over the file
for the case he gave us earlier.
I'd like to at least have something to tell him when that happens. I'm
going to have to get up early to do it, since I'm too wiped to think right
now."

Ryo
had indeed looked exhausted. A big
fight with Bikky always left him drained and repentant. Ryo hated to lose his temper; he
considered it a personal failing if he did. This was a mystery to Dee, who lost his temper sometimes
several times a day, and usually felt better afterward.

Dee
hadn't wanted to go home, but he had the feeling that Ryo wanted him to so that
he could repair things a little with Bikky without another person being
there. Therefore, he had put on
his coat and kissed Ryo goodbye.
Man that was hard to do, when with every fiber of his being he wanted to
stay, sleep there, and wake up with his lover in his arms. However, it was almost worth it for the
gratitude he saw in Ryo's eyes.

Now,
he slung his jacket over his shoulder and headed for the stairs, whistling as
he went. He was looking forward,
as he had for so many mornings, to that first sight of his partner's gorgeous
face looking up from his desk when he opened the door to their shared office.


&*&*&*&

"What? You made him scrambled eggs and
blueberry pancakes on a school morning?   I'm totally jealous. I was clearly an idiot to go home."

"No,
you were very sweet to go home," Ryo corrected him with a soft smile. "Besides, I felt bad about all the
yelling last night, and I wanted him to know I still love him."

"How
come I never get special breakfasts or anything after you get mad at ME?"
Dee grumbled. "That brat gets
all the breaks."

"You
get special treatment all the time! Now quit your complaining and have a look
at the details of our latest case."
Ryo slapped a file onto his partner's desk. "We've got a meeting with the chief in five."

"Hmm...Not
much to go on, is there?" said Dee, opening the file folder and surveying
its scant contents.

"No,
and that's why we have to come up with some sort of information-gathering
strategy, preferably in the next five minutes."

"Got
any ideas?"

"One
or two," Ryo replied.

Dee
gave him his full attention. Ryo's
ideas were always worth listening to, and besides, he just looked so damned
sexy first thing in the morning, in his crisply ironed shirt and perfectly
creased dress pants. Dee fought
down the urge to rumple him up a little and tried not to let his eyes roam too
obviously over his partner's beautifully structured body. He tried to focus on
Ryo from the neck up instead, but that turned out to be equally distracting
because memories of that face, flushed and heavy-lidded with passion kept rising
unbidden in his mind, sweeping all thoughts of work out of it.

Finally,
he said to Ryo, "Keep talking, dude.
I'm listening. I just need
to close my eyes for concentration purposes."

After
another minute, Ryo's voice trailed away.

Dee
opened his eyes and was surprised and delighted to see that Ryo's face was
indeed as flushed as it had been during their most recent encounter, and his
expression was an interesting mix of embarrassment and annoyance, with
excitement lurking just underneath.

Dee
laughed out loud and stood up.
"Ha, you dog!" He exclaimed. "You were thinking about it, too, weren't you?"
Ryo took a step back from him and fell into his chair, wide-eyed. Sometimes he could almost swear that
Dee was psychic.

Leaning
on the arms of Ryo's chair, Dee brought his face forward until his eyes were
very close to Ryo's. "Weren't
you?" he demanded softly.

Ryo
hesitated, sliding his eyes away from that direct green gaze. He endured a brief inner struggle, then
blurted out, "Well how could I not when you were practically making love
to that pencil?"

"Huh? What pencil?"

"The
one you just stuck behind your left ear that might be about to put my eye
out. The one that was in your
mouth the whole time I was talking."
Ryo dragged his eyes away from Dee's mouth, but against his will, they
kept wandering back there.

"This?"
Dee held up the pencil, grinning, then tossed it onto his desk. "Nothing but a poor substitute for
what I'd really like to have in my mouth.
Look at me," he added softly.

Ryo
did, and his mute face was so full of love and desire that Dee's breath caught,
and he was momentarily at a loss for words.

Just
then, Ryo's phone rang shrilly and they both jumped. He reached for it, saying, "That's probably the
Chief. Detective McLean, here...Yes,
sir, he's here, too...Half an hour?
No problem, see you then."

"Please
say that was the badger postponing our meeting," Dee said.

"That's
right, thirty minutes from now.
That'll give us some time to--"

"Get
some coffee! Oh, thank God. Those
early morning pre-coffee sessions with the badger can really take it out of a
guy. I'll be right back. You want some? Where's your cup?"

"Uh,
the 'janitor' has yet to replace it."

"Oh
right. Sorry about that, I'll get
on it ASAP."

"No
rush. It's only been -- what?
--three and a half weeks?"

"Today! I promise I'll get you one today,
okay? Back in five," Dee
grinned and headed out the door.

On
his way to the first floor staff room, currently the only source of coffee in
the whole damn building, Dee ran into Ted on the second floor landing.

"Yo,
what's with the shit-eating grin, dude?
You get lucky last night or something?"

"Hey,
she's the one that got lucky!" Dee tossed out as he swept by. Hell! He had to get his face back under
control. Ryo had specifically
insisted on their relationship remaining secret at work. Well, the lie in that
one little word 'she' would go a long way toward that.

Just
as he was about to turn into the staff room, he glanced over at the front desk
and almost did a double take as he recognized two familiar figures. If the happy smile had somehow managed
to creep back onto his face after seeing Ted, it was definitely gone now. He scowled as he caught a fragment of
what one of the men was saying.

"I'm
telling you," that grating voice insisted. "My buddy and I were beaten up by one of the two fags
that were in this car." He
stabbed his finger at a piece of paper on the desk. "You can find out who he is, right? We wanna press charges against that
bastard."

"I
KNOW you want to press charges," said Janet impatiently. "You only said that, like, five
times. But you're not listening to
me. You -- must --fill -- out --
these -- forms. Do you understand
yet? Would it help if I said that in another language, perhaps?"

"Well,
why don't we just tell you the information, sweetheart, and then you fill them
out for us like a good little girl?"

"What
exactly is so hard about filling out a couple of forms?" demanded
Janet. "Say, if you're
illiterate or something, and too embarrassed to admit it, we have volunteers
who can--"

"Look,
we didn't come here to get insulted!   We've been assaulted, dammit."

"And
we want to press charges!"

"We're
taxpayers, and we have rights."

Dee
had heard enough. He strode over,
saying, "What seems to be the problem here?"

The
two men turned to face him, and the expressions on their faces were almost
comical as recognition hit them.

"Ho
-- holy shit! Larry, it's him!" one of them spluttered through thick
lips. He had a large bruise on one
side of his jaw.

"No
shit, I got eyes," said Larry.
His eyes, already narrow and shifty, narrowed still further as he stared
at Dee, taking in the police badge on his belt. "Hey Frank," he said. "We didn't just get beat up by a pansy, we got
ASSAULTED by a fuckin' pansy POLICE officer!"

"You
call that getting 'assaulted'?" Dee sneered. "Stick around, losers, and I'll give you something to
really complain about!"

The
one called Frank gasped and took an involuntary step backwards.

"Uh,
I'll just leave you two gentlemen with Detective Laytner, here," said
Janet brightly, beating a strategic retreat. Dee noticed that she didn't retreat too far. She stopped just within listening
distance, and began to busy herself with some papers.

This
fact was not lost on Larry, who was eyeing Dee with a speculative smirk.

"I
bet you're not happy to see us,
are you, 'Detective Laytner'?" he said in the oiliest and most
self-satisfied of voices.

"Hell,
no," Dee answered honestly. "I think I've wasted enough time on you
two shitheads already."

"Well,
get ready to waste some more," Larry said. "'Cause we're here to press charges against your sorry
ass for an unprovoked assault night before last."

"And
we got witnesses!" chimed in Frank.

"Yeah. And now, not only are you gonna lose
your job, but all your co-workers are gonna find out you're a goddamn
faggot!" Larry gloated.

Dee
snorted in contempt. "Way
ahead of you there, asshole. Been
out of the closet for years and I don't give a damn who knows it. As for losing my job -- " he
laughed. "I should have
busted you guys back on Tuesday night. Now here you are, making trouble again.
This is what I get for being nice."

Frank
gaped at him, open-mouthed. Why wasn't this annoyingly confident gay cop
getting all nervous, like he should be?
It was dawning on him that maybe coming here like this had not been the
best idea they had ever had. He glanced over at Larry, who was glaring at him.

"Okay,
man, time out. Just gotta talk to my buddy for a sec here." Larry grabbed Frank and pulled him a
few paces away.

"Don't
you start wimping out me, you bastard," he whispered. "This prick of a cop is
bluffing! Who hit who first,
huh?"

"Mmmm,
I don't know, man," whined Frank, glancing around him uncomfortably. "You know what they say: you can't
fight City Hall. Or the cops. It's his word against ours, you
know?"

Larry
decided to bring out the big guns. "Frank, my friend...I hate to be the
guy to say this to you, but -- but I do believe this faggot was checkin' you
out," he hissed.

"Oh
shit, man, are you sure?"

"Yeah
man, he was looking at your ass when you turned around just now! And you know
he's a cop, dude. If he wants it,
he can just take it, and there ain't jack you can do about it. Only thing you can do is take him down
first..."

"You
should be so lucky, you goddamned Neanderthal!" Dee snapped. "Between the two of you, you're
about fourteen different kinds of ugly. Now are you gonna get the fuck out of
here and quit wasting our time, or am I gonna have to throw you in a holding
cell or something?"

"H-holding
cell?" Frank squeaked. "Shit, what for?"

"No
way, man!" Larry asserted.
"You were the one who assaulted US! We never even laid a finger on you. That's police brutality!"

"Fine,"
said Dee. "You wanna make a
statement?" He turned to
Janet. "Get Detective JJ
Adams down here. Tell him I need a
favour."


~~End of chapter five~~
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