Criminal Case Oneshots

I Will Always Be There For You

A oneshot for mysterioustaty967

Jack's POV

Today has not been the greatest day. Not for me. Not for Lars. Not for anyone. When we arrived at work today, we made a startling discovery. Lavinia De Brills, the woman we recently arrested for smuggling diamonds and for murdering Nomena Leroy, was discovered murdered herself in the Bureau Headquarters holding cell. It was an understanding between all of us that the SOMBRA Mole among us had finally struck. I was a suspect in the murder, and yeah, I did some pretty sleazy and suspicious stuff, but I didn't kill her! I did get a little drunk though, but as soon as they found the real killer, Angela Douglas, I immediately sobered up. I feel so bad as I watch her being taken away to prison. Not for her though, for Lars. He is going through five million different emotions at once. He's confused, doubtful, angry, and absolutely crushed. I walk over to him and give him a hug. Lars collapses into my arms, burying his face into my chest as he sobbed into the blue fabric of my button-up. I do my best to comfort him, rubbing my hand up and down his back.

"Lars, dude, I'm so sorry," I mutter under my breath.

"Thanks, Jack, I... I appreciate it." Lars whispers.

"You're welcome. I'll do whatever I can to help you get through this." I reply.

"Again, thank you." He sniffles through tears.

"You're welcome. After all, what are friends for? If you need anything, just tell me." I respond.

"I don't need you to do anything right now. I just need my best friend to stay right here and let me... process this." Lars replies.

"Can do, bro, can do." I hum.

'Best friend?' Ouch. You know, it really hurts when he calls me that. That's what I am, yes, but... it's kind of hard and weird to explain. Especially as it pertains to my feelings. Feelings for a certain someone. I... I've always thought that I was different from other straight men out there. I mean, I still like women. I appreciate them. Last night with Lavinia wasn't a dream. But, I don't know, my eyes... wander. A lot. Sometimes I've caught myself staring at other men. It is almost like I do it subconsciously. Yet, the feelings I still have about women are still there. It's a difficult thing to put into words. Whenever I stand next to a handsome man or whenever I meet eyes with one, I get butterflies in my stomach and I feel exactly the same way I do when I did the same thing with a woman. I've... come to terms with it though.

I have been doing some research on the LGBT+ community, the B part specifically, and feel like I finally have a name to put on the feelings I have. I'm bisexual! I've never dated a man before though. I haven't had a crush on another man either, well, until now. I sort of have... developed feelings for Lars. Who couldn't fall for him? He's gorgeous, I like the older guy's look, he's witty, he is super smart, and he has stupendous science puns! I have been conflicted about these feelings though. Lars is a married man after all, and plus, he's got kids. I don't see the triplets as a problem though. They already call me 'Uncle' so it wouldn't be that bad if they call me 'Uncle Jack' permanently! It's just the whole Angela situation that I've been worried about. Well, I guess that's not going to be a problem for much longer. The real problem is whether he would accept me or not. I'm not sure that it's a good time for this. It's a sweet idea, but it feels wrong to dump all that on him while he's upset. I should wait. I want the time to be right before I tell him anything! Lars needs time to get over this before he can date again. Maybe after the divorce would be okay? I... I should just wait until he is ready for that.

Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. That is what I should do. I need to be a supportive friend right now. Although, that is hard to do. It's much easier said than done. It's hard to control my urges. I really just want to hold him close to me and kiss him until he stops crying. I snap out of my thoughts and look to see that Lars is still crying. I extend a hand and grab a tissue box. I grab one and hand it to him. He wipes his eyes with it and softly thanks me. It was no problem so I did it, and I did promise to help him in any way that I can. He looks up at me, his beautiful green eyes having tears brimming them.