Langst one shots

Pt1

Lance heard the front door slam shut. He cringed, he knew Keith was home.
"What the hell Lance!" Keith spat while clutching his side. "You fucking shot me!"
"What the hell was I supposed to do! You weren't complying with the law!" Lance shouted back at him, as if Keith was being stupid.
"That's my goddamn job! Not comply with the law, I'm in the mob!"
"And I'm the police chief!"
Keith sighed and leaned against the door.
"What the hell am I supposed to do Lance. Just stop what I inherited from my mom and dad. The only thing I still have from them." Keith looked towards Lance with sadness in his eyes.
"Yes, that's what I'm wanting, but that's not what you want."
"Those people are my family Lance." Keith stressed family strongly.
"I'm your family too." Lance also stressing family.
"Are you? Cause you shot me," Keith spat while getting up from leaning on the door, "You better be happy the bullet just nicked my side."
"Keith I-" Lance was cut off
"You're sleeping on the couch tonight. We'll talk in the morning." Keith walked away going toward the bedroom.
Lance let out a deep sigh and went to the laundry room to grab a blanket for the couch. He kept thinking how he could fix this. He kept going back to how he shouldn't have shot him, but he knew if one of his men did it he might have died. He had to do it himself.
Lance usually had a few options each time something goes wrong when they encounter each other in the field. Apologize, sleep on the couch and talk in the morning, or have angry sex. Tonight it's sleep on the couch and talk about it in the morning. Lance laid down on the couch and tried to get comfy. After a few hours of not being able to sleep Lance got up, and went towards the bedroom.
He saw no lights on under the door so he opened it and walked in. And slipped in to bed. Keith was curled up facing away from Lances side of the bed. Lance spooned Keith and started to card his fingers through his hair.
"I'm sorry Keith. That's all I could think of in the moment so you wouldn't die," He whispered, "I know your asleep but I needed to tell you. I'd miss you so much. I'd never live with myself. Please stope being in the mob. You could get killed. I understand it was your parents. But please. For me."
     Lance took a sigh as of course Keith didn't respond, because he was asleep. Lance got up and went back to the couch. He laid there for a few more hours until sleep finally overtook him.
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     A young police man barged into Lances office as soon as he got to work.
"This should have never happened sir. You let him get away. If I was the one to shoot Akira, he'd be dead." He didn't even wait for the door to shut before spouting this information out.
"That's the exact reason why I did it. We need Akira alive." Lance said without looking up from his paper work.
"Do we need him alive though? What mob boss have you known to be put through trial alive."
"John Gotti Jr. was."
The young man stared at him in anger. He wanted Keith dead.
"Akira needs to die." He said in a flat tone.
"Then you can turn in your badge."
"W-what?"
"You heard me. Turn in your badge."
"Sir, you can't be serious."
"I am. Give me your badge."
     The young man sighed and tossed his badge onto the desk, and stormed out of the police station. Lance couldn't have someone working for him that wants Keith dead. He couldn't even think of that possibility. He didn't want to think about that possibility.
     The conversation in the morning ended with apologizing and Lance going to work while Keith stayed at home.
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Hi. I know this is short, second part should be longer.