Favourite Explosion (Sequel to PAPOM)

Tantalizing Telephone Tête-à-tête

{A/N: sneak peak bc why not?}

I sat at work, typing up reports and such for Jaime while waiting for a case to land on my desk. My cell phone randomly started ringing, making me jump in my seat. Who the hell would be calling me?

"Have you killed people?" Kellin asked before I could even say hello.

"Um, what?" I asked, completely blind sided by the question. He chuckled. I just tried to figure out what the fuck was happening. It'd been a day and a bit since I'd been home and I'd spent the entire time trying to adjust to being away from my family and, mostly, Kellin.

"Have you ever killed anyone?" he asked again. I blinked a few times still digesting what the hell just happened.

"Uh..."

"Come on, tell me," he begged, dragging out his words.

"Uh, not-not now," I told him.

"Fine. Then when?" he asked. I paused, thinking for a second but not able to find a good time. I was working the night shift. I looked around my desk, finding everyone caught up in their work. I guess since no one's paying attention it might be okay.

"Fine, now."

"So...have you killed someone?" he asked for the umpteenth time.

"Uh...yeah..." I say warily.

He gasped in shock, but then giggled afterward. "That's kind of hot."

"I really don't think that's how you're supposed to react," I told him, chuckling slightly.

"Whatever. How many people?" he asks. I turned to my computer, counting the faces that pop up in my head.

I contorted my face when the counting got harder, because sometimes I don't even get the satisfaction of knowing whether the perp survived. I decide on: "about three."

"In how many years?"

"a little under two years," I mumbled. His breathing stopped, him probably freezing, making me think of a deer caught in headlights.

"Wow," he breathes. I nodded—though he couldn't see me—preparing myself for the worst. I didn't say anything as I waited for his response. "You must be good then, eh?" he suggested.

I smiled shyly, playing with my tie. "I guess so."

"How many cases have you closed?" he wondered next.

"Yours was my was my 312th I think," I estimated.

"In just over a year?" he asked, his voice merely a gasp again.

"In fifteen months, yeah."

"Damn son," he muttered. I chuckle and he whined, mumbling about how much he misses me.

"I miss you too baby, but I'll see you on spring break, right?"

"Yeah, but that's like three weeks away."

"I know. It'll be worth it. Just hold onto that night, okay? Hold onto our last night." He breathed deeply a few times and seemed to get bubbly again.

"So, I've always wondered. Do those alleged 'cop bars' actually exist?"

"Not really. I mean, most cops are friends so when we decide to go out for a drink we tend to go in a big group, but there are plenty of people at the bars we go to that aren't cops."

"Hm," he responded, deep in thought. "Sounds kind of lame." I gasped in pretend offence and he just laughed, loving my reaction. "I was hoping cops would be getting into fights or something all the time. Like, how funny would that be? They would be such hypocrites!"

I laughed lightly, nodding and agreeing wholeheartedly. Some cops are just...bad though, so it's kind of a good thing. I don't think it would end well for some people if those bars were a reality.

"Can I hold your gun sometime?" he asked, amused.

"You're actually not allowed, I'm sorry," I told him.

"No," he cried as if it were the worst news in the world. "Ugh, that's so disappointing."

"Sorry," I shrugged, smiling at his amazingness.

"Whatever," he answered sassily.

"How're the school applications coming along?" I asked.

"They're fine. I found two school possibilities. One has the exact program I want, and the other is close enough."

"Good," I sighed in relief. "I don't want you settling for anything less than perfect."

"You are perfect. I'm kind of late at applying, but the only thing I've missed is early acceptance."

"Okay. Do you think you'll get in?"

"I hope so," he said. "Anyways, this's supposed to be a happy talk! So, what're you up to?"

"At work, bored to death and wishing I were there with you," I told him.

"Aw, you're sweet. Well, I'm in bed," he pointed out.

"Oh really? And what're you wearing?"

"Okay, whoa there, old man. We are not doing this. That can wait until break."

"Not if you keep calling me old man it won't," I chuckled.

"Psh, like you could resist me," he chuckled. "Remember what happened last time?" he asked, reminding me of when he was being a lil' pest.

"Oh my God. That was horrible, you aren't ever doing that again."

"I know, I won't. I promise," he swore. "I'm sure the distance will be torture enough."

"For us both," I added.

"Yeah...let's not talk about this," he suggested. I mentally agree and am about to change the subject when I hear my chief's door open.

"Shit, my boss is here. I have to go, Kell. I love you and I miss you and I'll talk to you before school tomorrow," I said quickly.

"What? No! Fuck, life hates us. Okay, bye I love you more than life and I miss you and I need you and fuck, I just love you so fucking much, okay bye," he said quickly. I smiled and even after we'd hung up, the smile still lasted. This'll be hard to do long distance, but our love will make it work. I know it.