99 Jump Street (A Brooklyn Nine-Nine Fanfiction)

Chapter 14

Kevin was sitting in his reclining chair, drinking coffee and reading a magazine when he heard sound of a car pulling up to his driveway. Sure enough, in less than a minute Holt walked through the door, still in his work attire.

"Well, you're home early," Kevin said, shocked to see his husband at home on a work day before 5:00.

"Yes, I am, aren't I?" Holt said, glancing down at his watch.

"This is a nice surprise," Kevin said, giving his husband a smile as he put his arms around him. "What, did they fire you or something?"

Holt gave a small laugh. "Oh Kevin, you really must stop with these non-stop jokes. I just cannot stop laughing," he said, his face more or less emotionless. "Really, you're going to give me a heart attack."

"Hey, you know you've made me laugh so hard I've almost fallen over on numerous occasions," Kevin replied. "You're quite the comedian yourself, aren't you Raymond?"

Holt smirked. "I suppose I am."

Kevin finally released his husband from his grip. "Well, anyway, I haven't exactly finished dinner yet, I thought I'd have a lot more time...I haven't even put the chicken in the oven yet."

"I see," Holt said. "That's alright, we're in no rush, are we?"

"I guess we aren't," Kevin said, looking up at Holt's handsome face. To anyone else, the expression he wore would just be complete boredom, maybe disinterest, but Kevin could see past that. He knew Ray Holt much too well for that.

"Raymond? What are you thinking about?" Kevin asked, his eyes twinkling.

"Me? Nothing. Nothing at all, really," Holt replied.

"Oh, don't give me that," Kevin said. "I'm your husband. I know when you're up to something. Now what exactly are you thinking about?"

Holt met Kevin's eyes. "Well, I was just thinking, since you haven't started making dinner yet...why don't we go out for a change? There's a new Italian bistro right down the street that I'd just love to go to-"

"Say no more, Raymond," Kevin said, flashing him a bright grin. "I'd love to go. When was the last time we've had a real date night?"

"Not for quite a while," Raymond said. "I've been trying to plan one for a long time, but..."

"I know, I know, your job," Kevin replied, trying to hide his annoyance. "I...I understand. I really do. But that doesn't mean I still don't love my alone time with you."

"I know. And I'll try my best to start coming home earlier, I promise," Holt said. "Now let's get going. There'll probably be a wait since we didn't call ahead."

"Alright, let me just get my jacket," Kevin said excitedly as he ran up to the bedroom.

Holt was just about to grab his keys from the coffee table when his phone went off. He didn't want to answer it at the moment, he really didn't, but he figured he should just in case it was important. To his surprise, Agent Morris's number showed up on his caller ID.

"Okay, I'm all set," Kevin said, quickly walking down the stairs. He couldn't hide his scowl as he saw Holt about to answer his phone. "Who's calling you now? Can't it wait?"

"Unfortunately, I don't think it can," Holt sighed. "It's agent Morris from the FBI. He wouldn't call me after hours unless it was something important. It could be a break in the case."

Kevin gave him a nod of approval.

Holt picked up the phone and held it against his ear. Holt listened to the voice on the other end for a minute, and then apparently heard something quite awful, as Kevin had never in all of his years seen his usually stoic husband make a face like that. Holt remained silent, deathly silent, for the rest of the phone call, his eyes wide with shock. The only words he uttered during the whole talk were at the very end of the conversation, after inhaling a sharp and painful breath. "I'll be there in five minutes."