The Prince's Narc

Chapter 13

The room was quiet even though there was rustling outside. Jud lay wrapped around Luke, his face pressed into the back of his neck. One knee was wedged between the other man's, and Luke covered his arm with his own. For the first time in several days, they were at peace.

But peace rarely ever lasts. Not in this house at least.

Myka knocked on the door several times. When there was no answer, she opened it and went inside. She hushed the others with her when she saw the occupants sleeping. Usually she didn't intrude on people's privacy, but this was too important for her to care. Jud's and Luke's lives hung in the balance. Their privacy was not a factor at the moment.

Even though they were as quiet as they could be, they weren't quiet enough. While setting up his laptops, Gibby kneed the desk. He made a strangled noise, clapping a hand over his mouth as he held his bruised appendage. It didn't matter much since he wasn't quiet enough.

There was an audible click. The four lifted their heads to look at each other. Slowly, they turned around with their hands up. Luke's blue eyes blazed at them. He held the gun steadily as his eyes flicked between them slowly. Myka couldn't help the crooked smile as she slowly dropped her hands.

Jud's hand came up and gently lowered the gun. He deftly pushed the hammer forward and took the gun from him. Luke glared at his lover's teammates as Jud rolled on his back. He grunted as he sat up, flipping on the light when he was situated.

He looked between his team as Jud put the gun on the bedside table. Luke usually kept it in a holster wedged between the mattresses, but he let Jud do as he wished. He didn't want to risk it going off.

Jud grunted as he sat up, flipping on the light when he was situated. He looked between his team as Luke moved restlessly beside him. He had to hand it to them. When they wanted to do something, they always found a way. But he was worried they may have overstepped Luke's boundaries with this one.

"How'd you get past the guards?" he asked. He rubbed the sleep and goop from his eyes. He hated spring.

"Amos called. Since your 'death'," Myka saw Luke flinch at the word, "we've been taken off the case. He knew this and asked if we could make covert plans. Of course, Chief knows nothing about this."

Jud looked at Luke. The younger man was still sleepy, but a grumpy expression had stolen over his face. He tossed the blankets off him and got up. Without putting on any other clothing, he wrenched open the door and left the room.

The officer sighed heavily. For someone as composed and well-dressed as Luke to leave a room half-naked, he must be overwhelmed or pissed. This whole ordeal was bringing out new facets of his personality Jud rarely glimpsed. It was fascinating yet a bit unnerving. Jud didn't want this to change him, but he was afraid it would.

His silence told Myka to go ahead and set up their equipment for the debriefing. He would find another room for their base of operations or see if he could rent a place from Amos. For now Luke's room would have to suffice. They had to have permission to enter the premises and Luke's room. This place was sacred to Luke. If he allowed people in, no one would be able to eavesdrop. Only by being privy would they be able to know.

The door opened again. Luke returned with a tray in his hands and his father trailing behind him. Lou and Raymond closed the door behind them and stood on either side of it. Luke's movements were jerky as he poured coffee for everyone. He passed them out then offered cream and sugar.

"Son," Amos called. Luke flinched, his eyes going to his father. "Sit down. There's no need to be a perfect host."

Luke poured two more cups and doctored them. He handed them to Jud then rounded the bed. He climbed back in and settled against Jud's side. The officer handed him one of the cups then kissed his bare shoulder. Everyone in the room was aware of their relationship so Jud didn't feel the least bit shy showing affection. Luke looked at him, casting him a very tight smile.