NYPD (UkUs/UsUk)

Chapter 7

It had been a long day at the department, hard to focus with the constant reminder of the man that happened to get into his pants. Throughout the day he could almost feel the silent whispers, the stares that came from the three most notorious men he had ever known. Honestly it was one of his dreams to meet them, even more to be the one to put them away. But it seemed that he had gotten closer than intended, and now the newbie was seen as a slut.

Slipping his cold hands into his pant pockets the blonde began to walk home, his boots clacking against the frozen ground, the cold air biting at his skin. It seemed like almost a moment ago the sun was shining, but now a gloom washed over the city. Tomorrow he was going to meet this Arthur Kirkland, he wasn't exactly terrified but the man was pretty nervous. The warning from Francis was probably what put him off the most, he was part of a well known sadistic trio and he was threatened by Arthur. Alfred shook his head, if he let anything get to him he'd eventually blow his cover and he really didn't need the man sending people after him. 

Eventually the blond had made it home, his body cold from the merciless wind outside. His hands began to unbutton his coat walking straight toward his computer. He just had to make sure that his identity was completely hidden, he was pretty famous in his other city and if Arthur so much as looked at the news in different places he was pretty much screwed. The department was actually really stupid for allowing a famous detective on this case, what if the man already knew him? What if he saw him and recognized the detective? He'd be killed. The American's heart was racing by now, rereading over his story scared of forgetting it in the presence of the British man.

A ring from inside Alfred's pants snapped him back into reality, reaching for his back pocket and pulling the phone out. The name Francis flashed onto the screen causing a groan to pass the man's lips, his finger tapped the answer button sticking the phone to his ear. "What do you want?" Alfred snapped, the entire department knew about what they did and he was already sick of the whispering and stares.

"That's not a very nice way to greet your lover. Why don't you try again?" The Frenchman laughed obviously entertained by the anger in the younger's voice.

"Oh fuck off, what the hell do you want?" He was already losing his patience, just the tone of the asshole's voice pushing him past the point of being nice.

"I just wanted to say goodbye, seeing that you're probably going to die tomorrow."

"Hopefully. Then I don't have to see your face ever again." The man was quick to reply, he didn't need anything else stressing him out. Ending the call faster would be easier on him.

"Why so angry? You enjoyed me very much the other night." Alfred could feel himself almost throw up in his mouth, just remembering the things that were done and said disgusting. He had never disliked someone so quickly before, he had also never slept with someone so quickly either. The detective hung up, ignoring the rest of the calls from the Frenchman. You'd think someone like him had something better to do. 

Blue eyes stared at the laptop, a deep breath taken in and a large exhale as he shut it down. Tomorrow was the day it all starts.