Partners (Phanfic au)

Chapter 1

"You know damn well that if you keep ending up like this the bureau is going to discharge you," Dan muttered.

Phil rubbed at his sore wrists, "I know." The two walked down the street, away from the police station in which Phil had been kept overnight.

"Phil, I don't think you do. I keep covering up for you, but eventually they're going to find out. They're going to put me with a rookie and then I'm going to get nothing done," Dan snapped.

Phil smirked, "They wouldn't do that. I'm too intelligent, and you need me. We're good together."

"Shut up, Phil," Dan hissed.

Black hair swished into his face as he whipped to look at Dan, "I'm sorry."

"No, you aren't. Just... please, Phil. Stay out of trouble," The brown haired man asked.

Phil shrugged, following side-by-side with his partner. Blue eyes locked onto his wrists, the skin irritated from the restraints.

"What did you do this time, anyway?" Dan asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"Slapped a man."

Dan put on the brakes and stopped in the center of the cement, "You did what?"

"I slapped him. I was at the grocery store and he took my snack out of my cart," Phil said.

Hands running through his hair, Dan muttered, "Was it-"

"Pocky," Phil said, finishing his sentence.

Dan rolled his eyes and continued down the street, "Phil, that doesn't mean you can just slap him. You have to be... How can I explain this?" Giving up, Dan stared down at his feet.

Finally, they reached the building they were headed for.

J. Edgar Hoover.

The lift carried them up to their office. Both walked in, sitting at their desks. Dan sifted through paperwork, handing it to Phil.

"We've got a case," Dan said.

Phil looked down at the paperwork, sifting through the pages, "What kind?"

"Kidnapping. Thirteen young girls kidnapped, tortured, and dumped," Dan muttered.

Phil opened his mouth, speaking in a hardened tone, "Well, let's go-"

"Partner," Dan smirked.

"Partner," Phil replied. The older man furrowed his brows, "Typical." He shuffled the photos around, browsing the pictures of bruised and sliced bodies. Fingers tugged at his tie, loosening it.

Chocolate eyes landed on Phil's attire. He was covered in dirt and sweat, hair disheveled and wrists scraped up. Something deep inside ached at the sight of him.

"Hey, Dan?" Phil asked.

Dan shook his head, snapping out of his fixation, "Yeah?"

"Shouldn't we go investigate the latest crime scene?" He asked, cocking his head.

Sighing, Dan slapped a hand to his forehead, "Lester, that's what I was doing last night while you were in jail."

"Right," Phil replied, staring at the pile of papers on his desk.

"We do, however, need to go interview a mother," Dan said, standing and tidying his appearance. Phil nodded, standing and brushing himself off. His gaze traveled to Dan. Sighing, Dan wandered over. While Phil stared at his face, Dan looked down at his tie and untied it. Slowly, he straightened it out and wrapped it back around his neck, tying it once more. "There."