Love, in Progress

Do you seriously take me for petty crimes?

Ricky had been out shopping for 5 or 6 hours before he remembered that he wasn't supposed to have left Charlie's flat, and that he was supposed to be keeping an eye on Obi, the cat.

He hurried back to the apartment as fast as he could, but on his return, noticed the light were on. Damn! Stepping out of his car and speeding down the drive, Ricky tried to think of an excuse, but was coming up with nothing.

Before he opened the door, he took a moment to smooth out his hair and put his signature sunglasses on.
"Honey! I'm home!" Ricky called out.

"Funnily enough, I said the same thing half an hour ago." the Detective deadpanned from his seat by the fireplace. He was visably unimpressed, an empty whiskey glass in one hand, and Obi in the crook of his other arm. "Except I came back to an empty flat and a neglected Obi! Neglected" the Detective repeated, thrusting the cat into Ricky's face. "Look at him! The poor thing! You left him alone for hours!"
At that, the little orange cat gave a pitiful meow, seemingly to gain sympathy.

"Look, I'm sorry but I-" Ricky started.
"Not to me, to Obi, say you're sorry to Obi" Tinsley insisted, still holding up the cat.
"I'm not apologising to-", Ricky sighed, realising that he was going to have to humor the Detective,"Look I'm really sorry, Obi, I was busy."

Satisfied, Tinsley put Obi down onto the ground, "Where were you then?"
"You can't know just yet." Ricky admitted. The Detective raised an eyebrow.
"It's a surprise!" Ricky insisted.

"Sure it is, and how do I know you weren't out there doing illegal activities, like... uh.. petty theft?" Tinsley said, trying to think of crimes.
"Theft?" Ricky mused, unimpressed.
"Yes... theft!" Tinsley said trying to act confident, "Or vandalism!"

"Do you seriously take me for petty crimes, Detective?" Ricky asked maliciously, walking over to CC and leering over him. Tinsley, who was tired of playing by Ricky's rules (and letting him win), grabbed Ricky by the tie and pulled him into an unexpected kiss. "Yup, petty criminal Goldsworth" Tinsley concluded.

Ricky rolled his eyes, "I'm going to ignore that last comment, are we still on for dinner?"
"Well, considering that you apologised to Obi...", Tinsley pondered, "...I guess I'll let it slide."

"Great, where are we going?" Ricky asked, sitting down onto the arm of the sofa.
"There's this Italian in town, it's a nice little place, I've been there before" Tinsley explained.
"Da Vinci's?"
"Yeah?"
"Sounds... good...to me. When are we leaving?"
"Five minutes?"

"Five minutes!?", Ricky exclaimed, "Five minutes!?"
"Yes?"
"Dios mío, I'm not gonna be ready in five minutes!"

Looking Ricky up and down, who was as well dressed as always, Tinsley replied, "But you already look good?"
"Oh, tu dulce costa-", Ricky sighed and shook his head, "I suppose this will have to do."

"Well I guess I'll see you outside in... 5 minutes then?" Tinsley asked, rising from his seat.
"I guess so" Ricky replied, also standing.

With a nod, Tinsley picked up Obi who had been lazily stretched infront of the fire "Let's get you upstairs then hmm?" he cooed to the orange floof gremlin, who purred in response.

After Tinsley left, Ricky sat down on the sofa, sighed and pushed a hand through his hair. How was he supposed to tell Charlie that the quaint little restaurant he liked was ran by an organised crime ring? He just had to hope that they wouldn't recognize Tinsley as a Detective. They were certainly going to recognize Ricky though, he couldn't get out of that.

After a couple minutes of quiet deliberation, Ricky's thoughts were interrupted by Tinsley's reappearance.
"You ready?" the Setective asked.
"Yeah", Ricky replied forcing a smile, "Guess we'll have to be."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, sweetheart."