Bad Ideas

7

Chapter 7

Stan

As soon as Kam left the mood of the night was strained. The good laugh was stifled. The tension in the air was palpable with the need to say something, but what was there to say?

"You should go check on him. He's freaking out." Scott told me.

"I think you should." I glared at him.

"You're his boyfriend now. I'm just the reason he's freaking out."

I sighed, taking our drinks with me to the bathroom, knowing he was probably on the toilet, sitting down trying to think of an excuse to leave. I knocked on the door and waited while he opened it looking worse than I thought he would. I handed Kam the drink with a smirk. 

"What's upsetting you? The kid? The ex? Or the gay people engaged to one another?" I asked when he stepped out into the hallway with me.

"All of the above and more." He whined. "I want to go home and hang out with you. I don't want to be here figuring this shit out at midnight."

I shrugged. "One or two drinks then we go." I told him, wrapping a hand around his shoulder.

"Fine, but please don't flirt with him, Stanford."

I chuckled. "Promise."

That might be hard, but only because I flirted with everyone. It came easy. I was a charmer. It didn't change the way I felt for Kam. It just was what it was. It wouldn't be hard not to flirt with Scott though. I just had to remember he was off the market and technically so was I. When we got back to the kitchen Scott was in his coat and had his keys in his hand. 

"I'll drive you guys home. That drink is pretty strong. Don't waste it. I'll be down in the parking lot smokin."

"He heard us." I whispered when Scott was gone, not giving us time to react. "Shit. I feel bad now. Maybe this is too much for him too."

"Yeah, well. He is to blame for this." Kam retorted, swallowing the rest of his drink in one gulp.

I made a face at him before doing the same. Damn, it really did taste like Kool-Aid. I liked it until I burped. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders and led him out of the apartment and outside to the cars. I realized on the short walk outside that I felt funny watching the way Kam and Scott acted around one another like they didn't know the other person any more. They knew each other more than most people could. Yet, not anywhere near the level of Kam and I. That of course came from trauma, although oddly enough it didn't kill us or our friendship. It merely solidified that age old question, would you die for the person you loved?

Infallibly I would and almost did die for this man. And he did the same for me. I truly wasn't worried for that reason and that reason only. But I knew that with the same bitter truth that I knew if these two ever ended up in a locked room together, something probably would happen between them. I'm not even sure I'd be mad about it either. They loved each other. They probably always would.

"You okay, Stan?" Kam asked me.

"Hmm. Thinking about Monday." I lied.

"Don't worry. It's going to be fine." Kam smiled at me sweetly.

"What kind of business are you guys opening?" Scott asked.

"We are opening up an internal affairs branch for missing and exploited children. We are basically going to specialize in private investigations into things other people won't or can't touch. With our security clearance we've been given a little incentive to make a living out of what we've been trained in." Kam answered.

"Sounds like you. You always did like doing things that are going to get you killed." Scott chided, nodding his head.

"I always liked helping the greater good." Kam smiled brightly back at him making my insides twist in jealousy a little.

"Have any cases yet?" He asked, his eyes found mine in the rearview mirror from the backseat. I smiled at him, blushing a little when he smirked and winked back at me. Jesus, Scott was a bit of a flirt too. No wonder Kam told me not to charm the guy. Shit.

"Yeah, actually. There's a missing girl out of Quinten that's been gone since yesterday. The parents are a pair of elite's from around here actually, they don't want the press involved."

"Well, that's bullshit. If it were Cyn missing I'd want everyone to know."

"There's a ransom. Most of the time when there's ransom involved they won't kill the child. The problem in this case is we don't think it's a stranger that did it. We think its a family member. If it's a family member it's ten times easier for them to hide with the kid because kids are to trusting." Kam offered as the car pulled up on the curb.

"What's the family's last name?" Scott asked, putting the car in park to idle in front of our house.

"Alan and Emily Sanderson, daughter is Angie." I told him, making no move for the door.

Scott nodded. "Alan's brother Xavier works with Maybelline up the mountain. He's really heavy into heroin. If you think it's a family thing, I'd check there."

"Thanks, Scotty." I told him with a smile. "See you Sunday for dinner." I slid out of the car. I waited for Kam to tell Scott goodbye then walked him inside.

"I'm so glad he gave us somewhere to start." Kam said once we were inside and getting ready to crawl into bed.

We normally slept in our own rooms, but since I spent the night in his room last night. I was going to be sleeping here again. I wasn't going to ask. I was just going to do it because it felt nice to sleep next to someone. Especially after this day. It was long and brutal to me and I wasn't even the one who was related to these people. I crawled behind him after he laid down, pulling his back into my chest by way of putting my hand on his waist. 

"I'm so mad and tired. All day all I thought about was sex, and now I'm just exhausted." Kamren complained.

I snuggled into his neck, kissing his cheek. "It's ok, Babe. I'll make up for it in the morning."

"Promise?" He asked, holding a pinky out.

I laughed at him, hooking my pinky in his. "Promise." I let our hands fall to the front of him and fell asleep still holding his pinky in mine.