Believe It Or Not! By Patt
James Riggs turned over in bed and eyed his partner and best friend, Simon Murtah. The smile that was on his face, left instantly. What were you thinking of, Riggs? Did you even bother to think about Trish and the kids?
He got up from bed and went into the shower. Simon had just complained last night that they needed to get James moved closer into town. He had said something about needing a larger shower so Simon could stand up straight. As he finished up, he heard the door open. Simon glanced into the shower and said, "There isn't enough room to stand up in this shower."
"I know that, Simon," James answered.
James moved out of the shower and Simon knew that the 'talk' was coming soon. He could tell with James the last few times they'd slept together. He needed more than Simon could give him. Damn, I love being this man's partner. I knew it was too good to last.
Simon followed James into the kitchen and said, "Riggs, wanna talk to me about it? Or do I just have to guess?"
"I'd like to know what you plan on doing with both me and Trish. I love Trish. I can't stand hurting her and this hurts her," Riggs rambled.
"Slow down, Riggs, slow down," Murtah said.
"Well, I want to tell Trish. It's only right," Riggs said.
"Riggs, what do you think that will accomplish?" Simon asked not knowing exactly how to feel.
"Well I'd feel better for one thing. Not to mention that we'd be able to tell people at work where you are at night," Riggs said.
"What are you nuts? You want that idiot woman shrink to follow us around non-stop?" Simon asked.
"So you don't want anyone to know?" James asked with hurt apparent in his voice.
"Of course I don't want anyone to know," Simon said pulling his clothing on.
"You're not going to tell Trish?" James asked.
"No, I don't think it's necessary. Why do you?" Simon asked looking at his friend and wondering why everything had to be so hard with this man.
"You're going to have to tell her one of these days or I will," James said.
"Don't threaten me, James. Believe me, that won't work," Simon said storming out the front door.
James got dressed and drove over to Simon's house to talk to Trish. He knew it had to be done. She'd be hurt, but at least they'd get past that first step.
When she opened up the door she smiled and pulled James into a hug and asked him into the house. Their talk began and it went as well as expected.
James got to the station, walked in, saw Simon and said, "I talked with Trish today. She's upset, but she's handling it pretty well. She's going to go see someone this afternoon.
"Riggs, I asked you to not tell her," Murtah said.
"Well, Simon, someone had to," Riggs said defiantly.
"I specifically asked you not to say one word to her. You're an asshole," Murtah said walking into the break room.
Everyone in the station was watching to see what was going on with the two detectives. They followed down the hallway. They just knew that something was going on with these two. This might be their best chance to find out.
Outside the room they heard, "Murtah, I had to tell her. It was for all of our sakes. You can't keep sleeping with me every night and not tell her."
The people outside the hallway all had their mouths hanging open. Shit, they had hoped to get something juicy but figured they'd get nothing. Who would have thunk?
As Simon rounded the corner, he saw everyone standing there. "Oh great, Riggs, now everyone knows about it."
Riggs tried to smooth it over. "Hey, it's not that bad, really. I mean you all act like you've never heard of this before."
"We're in shock that you're fucking Murtah," one co-worker said.
"We're not fucking. He's just sleeping over," Riggs said.
"Trish has a tooth grinding problem and it was driving me nuts. I couldn't sleep," Murtah said trying to explain.
Everyone backed away from them and went back to what they were doing.
"Riggs, you think they believed us?" Simon asked.
"Why not? It sounded reasonable to me," James said smiling.
"Thanks for letting me sleep over. Hopefully, that damn specialist will help Trish and I'll be able to move home again," Murtah said.
Meanwhile, down the hall, that stupid woman shrink who hates Murtah and Riggs was listening to what the cops had to tell her. "You heard this with your own ears?" she asked.
"Yeah, supposedly, Riggs told Trish this morning," the cop said.
"I'll take it from here," she said as she pushed them out of her office. I'll stop there on my way home to console her.
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Author notes: Okay, everyone, I tried to do a slash one with the guys, but guess what? Knowing how Mel Gibson feels about gays, I just couldn't do it. I could not make Jim be that person. This is the best I could come up with. Oh hell, it's a gen story. Man, I'm pissed now.