Irresistible (Peterick/side Trohley)

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Word Count--1031

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday.. why'd you guys stop singing?" I look around, curious to why they all stopped singing. Joe, the birthday boy, just stares at me wide-eyed, while Andy pats my shoulder.

"Holy shit, babe," Pete says, "you're amazing," I roll my eyes.

"Oh shut the fuck up. I'm a terrible singer," I say. They all begin to protest, but I add, "If you guys don't shut up, I'm going to kill you in your sleep," I point to Pete, who gulps, "And I'll arrange something for you two,"

"Whoa, okay," Joe says lifting up his hands. "I'll just blow my candles out now," He blows on them, but surprise, they don't go out. I laugh, as do Pete and Andy, but Joe just keeps trying to blow them out. It's hilarious. "I hate you guys," He says, pouting.

"Okay, stop being a baby," Andy leans over and quickly blows them all out, making Joe's mouth go wide.

"How the.. how'd you do that?" He crosses his arms. Pete and I share a look before walking out of the kitchen. Some spats are meant to stay between lovers.

"So," Pete corners me in the living room of our now shared apartment, "what are you in the mood for?" He smirks, leaning in to kiss me. I flip our positions, earning a moan from Pete. I think he likes it when I'm dominant.

"Maybe this," I suck on the top of his collarbone. He'll have to wear a button-up tomorrow, which will piss him off because it's a hundred degrees outside. "Or this," I drop to my knees, unbuckling his pants.

Instantly, his hands tangle in my hair as I get his jeans unzipped. The door to our kitchen opens, and Andy's mouth goes wide. "Whoa, okay, oops, sorry, bye!" He says quickly, going back into the kitchen. I laugh at him, re-zipping Pete's jeans.

"Hey," He whines, "just because they're here doesn't mean you have to stop," His hand caresses my cheek bone before it runs over my lip ring.

"Pete, you'll get some later," I promise, leaning in to peck his lips. I grab his hand and pull him into the kitchen, where Andy is on top of the counter and Joe is in between his legs, kissing him. "Alright, out of my apartment, you whores," I say, pointing at the door.

"At least I wasn't trying to give my husband a blowjob in the living room!" Andy says childishly, flipping me off.

"Bye, guys," Pete calls out to them, and Joe and Andy turn and wave. "Now we have some things to take care of," Pete pulls me towards our bedroom, grabbing a bottle of lube on the way. Oh here we go.

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THREE MONTHS LATER

"Holy shit, how is Christmas less than a month away?" Joe says when I sit down with my coffee. I shrug my shoulders, sipping my coffee.

"What I wanna know is where your husband and my boyfriend are," I sit down beside Joe, looking around the room. We're in the same conference room we were in when I first met Pete and Joe.

"Damn good question," Joe says. Andy and Pete come rushing in seconds after I say that.

"Well, look what the fucking cat dragged in," I say, looking between Pete and Andy's guilty faces, waiting for an explanation. Neither of them speak, so I say, "Come on, assholes. Tell us where you were,"

"Went to get coffee. Took forever. Then traffic," Pete says, out of breath. I nod.

"Mhm, so where exactly is this coffee?" Andy and Pete exchange a glance. A nervous glance. They're up to something.

"I got thirsty?" Andy says, but it comes out as a question more than anything. I nod, but I don't believe them at all.

"Okay.." They'll tell us when they want us to know. I trust Pete, and Joe trusts Andy. I can handle a little secret.

"Briefing starts.. now," Andy says, getting his clicker thing out. I never understood this tech shit. Everyone else uses tablets, and I use regular old folder files. "First victim. Thirty year old mother of one Angela Baker was found three days ago in the ditch of Gutter Park," Andy says, changing the picture to the woman lying face down. I will never understand why they named a park after a gutter. [MIGHTY FALL]

Pete shakes his head. "What a shame. I mean, what about her kid and husband? What're they doing now?" He says, startling us all. "Oh, uh, never mind," I make a mental note to ask him about that later.

"Yesterday, the second victim, thirty-one year old Cristi Daniels, was found lying face down in a different part of the park. She had two children," I nod my head. So far, no clues that I can tell besides the ones that forensics have already found.

"Today, mother of three, thirty-two year old Erin Franks was found lying face down in yet another part of the huge park. Those are all of our victims," Andy turns the PowerPoint thing off and takes the seat next to me.

"I've got it," I say, snapping my fingers. They look at me, urging me to go on.

"Care to elaborate?" Joe asks. I roll my eyes but start anyways.

"Alright, think about it. Angela Baker, Cristi Daniels, and Erin Franks. A, B, C, D, E, F. And their ages. Thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two. Also, their children. One, two, three. This guy is going for the easy kills, but he also wants them a certain way. This is a game to him," I think out loud. They all nod.

"Why didn't we think of this sooner?" Andy asks, getting up. Joe follows him out the door to probably give the profile.

"My baby is a genius," Pete says, leaning in and kissing me gently. I nod.

"Truest thing you've said all day, Wentz," I say, making him laugh. He kisses me again as we both walk out to find Andy and Joe. Another case (hopefully) solved by the Dream Team.

Too late, I'm calling us that now.