While writing this I remembered that Will is from Texas so I tried to incorporate some generic southern twang but IDK! Enjoy!
Will lifted the thumbprint off of the broken shard of glass, holding the tape under the light to make sure the transfer stuck. Laying in onto the tracing sheet, he ran his finger over it to secure it in place.
“Anything interesting?” Jackson asked from the doorway, his badge catching the strong fluorescent lights overhead.
“Nothin’ anyone’s gonna to write a book about,” Will joked, peeling away his rubber gloves and tossing them into the trash, next to the work bench. “What can I do for you, detective?”
“I came to see if you started on my case yet?” He wore a brilliant smile that only served to charm the forensic scientist and convey how desperately he needed his evidence processed.
“Which is that again?” Will asked, sliding his chair to the stack of boxes piling up in the workspace.
“Beckendorf. C,” Percy told him with a somber note to his voice. Will raised his brow at the infliction, but didn’t press. Muttering the last name to himself, Will moved alphabetically past the As to the Bs.
“Here it is,” Will announced tapping an unopened box from Major Crimes. “I haven’t gotten to it yet, I’ve had a shortage of hands and too many cases to get through.”
“Is there any chance you can bump it up your ‘to do’ list?” Will hummed, slicing through the seal on the box and removing the case file. Looking through it, he shook his head.
“Even if I could, I wouldn’t be able to finish the report. The autopsy hasn’t come through, which means the shrapnel from the… explosion, is it?” Percy nodded. “The explosion hasn’t been removed and sent over yet.”
“Great,” Jackson sighed, running his hand through his hair, sweeping it out of his face. “Do you know what morgue he was sent to?” Will pushed his chair over to his computer, typing in the case number into his system.
“The one downstairs, actually,” Will mused. Bodies got sent anywhere and everywhere depending on the day; Percy was lucky the body wasn’t sent to the Bronx or Jersey.
“Great! So you can go and get that report fast tracked then!” the detective cheered, tapping his hand on the doorframe. Will leaned back in his seat.
“I’d love to, Jackson, but that ain’t happenin’.”
“Come on, di Angelo hates me. He will literally move it further down his list to piss me off.”
“What’s so important about this case? You know we can’t just magically move cases around at the beck and call of the precinct.” Percy shifted from foot to foot, a serious look overcoming his usually positive attitude.
“I have a personal stake in this case and I’d like to solve it as soon as possible.” Will bit his lip, watching his friend beg him for help.
“This is an abuse of power,” Will groaned, standing up and snatching the casefile as he rose. “I can get in serious trouble for this, Percy.”
“I love you so much, Will,” the detective said with a smile curling on his lips.
Will scrunched his nose up as the elevator door dinged open, flooding him with cool air and the anticipated unsettling smell of the mortuary. He hadn’t gone completely numb to the smell but it had lost its edge.
“Hey,” Will announced his presence as he walked into the office. Luckily di Angelo hadn’t been cutting into a cadaver at the moment but rather searching through files in the small room near the back. Nico turned around at the sound of Will’s voice, a surprised but content expression settled on his features.
“Hey, what are you doing here?” Will shrugged walking over to perch himself on the desk.
“Visitin’.” Nico’s skepticism came in the form of a huff and a side eye as he continued to rummage.
“You wouldn’t happen to have any ulterior motives?” Will tucked the file behind his back, playfully hiding it from the other’s sight.
“Absolutely not, sugar.” Nico made a face at the endearment, the southern nicknames always worked best to make him blush.
“Sure,” Nico said, shutting the drawer and allowing Will to pull him by his hand into the other’s arms.
“Can’t I just miss you?” Will asked innocently, before kissing Nico sweetly. While the kiss was meant to distract his husband, in the moment, Nico managed to steal the file out of Will’s hand instead. “Cheater.”
“Hate the game,” Nico countered with a laugh. He opened the file, skimming over the contents of it before handing it back to Will. “Yeah, this is Jackson’s case. It’s like…” Nico looked up at the ceiling as he counted in his head. “Like number eight on my list right now, what about it?”
“Is there any way you could bump it up?” Nico tipped his head to the side, his arms crossing in front of his chest.
“So Jackson is using you against me? Low.”
“It’s important to him, Ni.” Nico rolled his eyes.
“So are all the other cases I have going on. I have so many bodies piling up in here it’s practically like the underworld.”
“Does that make you… Charon?”
“I see myself more as Hades, thank you very much,” Nico corrected him. Will looked at him with big eyes, hoping to use love to his advantage. Nico glared at him, his straight face not budging under the pressure of Will’s look.
“Please, sweetheart?” Nico held his stare for a few more moments before sighing.
“Four, and that’s it.” Will smiled at him, slipping off the desk and landing his feet back on the floor.
“Thank you,” he said, kissing him again.
“Only for you, sunshine.”
“I got it bumped to number four,” Will told Percy over the phone once he had arrived back at his office.
“You’re magical, Solace,” he praised, thankingly. Will gave him a light laugh, rolling his eyes although he knew the detective couldn’t see him.
“Yeah, yeah, but Nico wants you to know that if you, and I quote, ‘ever use my husband against me to complete your own agenda, you will find yourself visitin’ my morgue in a bodybag’.”
“Lovely,” Jackson noted. “Understood. Thanks, again.”
“This is where most people would say ‘anytime’ but this is never happening again.”
“Nice talking to you too, Will. I swear, di Angelo is rubbing off on you. You’re sounding like him more and more each day.”
“Goodbye, detective.” Will hung up but not without a shake of his head as he did.
