OPERATION: YOUNGBLOOD | Peterick

Chapter 7

Patrick woke up eight hours later, happy to have finally had a full night's sleep. Pete wasn't next to him, but he did hear the faucet running and saw light from the crack of the bathroom door. Getting out of bed to get dressed, Patrick suspected it would  be a long day of police questioning and paperwork. He mentally prepared himself for the worst.

After shrugging on his suit, Patrick pulled a tie around his neck and stepped in front of the mirror to secure it. Pete stepped out of the other room and stopped in his tracks.

"Now I fell a little under dressed," he said with a grin. Patrick looked over and but didn't return the smile.

"I was just trying to look a little more professional. Hopefully that'll make today a tad bit easier."

"Why do you say that?"

"I don't know, maybe it'll make a better impression? A confidence boost? It was just a spur of the moment decision to dress nice."

"Well I'll at least throw on a tie then," Pete shifted back to his duffle bag. In the mean time, Patrick pulled out the big, tan folder and sat on the ground to sort  through it for the umpteenth time during the mission. He crossed his legs and emptied the contents carefully. Pete crawled up behind him moments later and dug his chin into Patrick's folder.

"Did I tell you you look really good in a suit?" He muttered with a husky voice. Pete nibbled at his partner's earlobe. Patrick smirked and turned his head.

"I don't recall."

Pete pushed forward and kissed him. Both of them giggled in the embrace and turned closer to each other.

It got uncomfortable for Patrick far too soon and he broke off. Pete chased him with his mouth and whined when Patrick moved away.

"Noooo, come back." Pete laughed and flopped on his back beside the other man.

"We have stuff to do Pete," he countered with a grin. "I can't spend the day making out with you."

The older man pushed out his bottom lip and Patrick couldn't help but lean down to kiss him again. Pete shot right up and met him in the middle. They stayed pushed together in the most painful way possible until Patrick's cell phone began to shrill. They both groaned and Patrick stood up to take the phone from his pocket and look at the caller ID.

"Boss"

"It's Dr. Augustine," he said to the body stretched out on the floor. "I'm going to take this. Organize that stuff for me will you?"

He pressed the answer button. "Special Agent Stump."

"Mr. Stump?" Her voice was stern through the phone. "You and Mr. Wentz are to find the next flight back Chicago right now and be in my office as soon as you land."

The called ended without another word.

•••

"So you don't have any idea why we're going back?" Pete asked for the millionth time when they entered the airport. Patrick groaned and let his head back.

"No Pete, I do not. If you really want to, I'm sure you could call her yourself."

Pete's eyes widened and Patrick burst out in laughter at his terrified look. "Oh no no no," the older one said. "No way. No one messes with her. I'd be out of a job and maybe even a few teeth so quickly."

Patrick was still giggling by the time they were weighing their bags and wrapping the tags around them. He finally calmed down and moved on to another topic once they were done filing through security. But he did have another chuckle when Pete came out late due to being "randomly selected" once again.