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[nolxnderson]

Nolan busied himself with assembling dinner for himself. Moving flawlessly about the kitchen, he grabbed each necessary ingredient from their place as he sipped his glass of wine. The uninterrupted dance he carried with each item fit perfectly with ‘Dark Necessities’ by the Red Hot Chili Peppers playing in the background of his small performance. Lowering the heat, the doorbell was rung and he strut over as he wiped his hands. Unlocking the door, Declan’s face came into view and this time he didn’t feel the need to close the door. Swinging the towel over his shoulder, he stepped back, wordlessly allowing the other into his house.

“You hungry?”

[nolxnderson]

Nolan never really took any personal days. He enjoyed his job and the thrills that came with it. He’d taken a total of two months and twenty two days off and it was spent in hospital or a home licking his wounds. All paid, but it never felt right to him. He liked being out on the field and doing what he did best by protecting the innocent. Today would not be the exception.

The call came in the middle of a raid and the third time his phone rang, he picked up as people were being arrested. Smiling and laughing amongst his coworkers, he strut out of the warehouse before his face dropped and his phone nearly followed suit. There was no time for explanations and no time to make any rational decisions. Hanging up, he ran to the nearest cruiser before ripping out of the yard sirens blaring as he drove towards the hospital.

His adrenaline pounded through him and he needed to focus on calming down before seeing Declan, but all he could think about who was responsible for hurting him. He knew who it was and Declan couldn’t stop him from ripping his throat out with his teeth. Still clad in his uniform complete with a bullet proof vest and utility belt, he strut into the room, concern written all over his face before walking straight over to his husband and pulling him into an embrace.

[ @declananderson ]