Lurking - Station 19 Fic

Threats

A/N: Originally had this on Fanfiction.net; decided to post it here too because why not? Hope you all like this; i'd love feedback, it's gonna be one hell of a ride....

This story will eventually include very dark themes but there will be warnings when they appear, but this is going to be a very dark and graphic story.....but don't let that scare you off :0 I promise, if you enjoy it, it'll be worthwhile, just stay with me :P

"Have fun tonight, Vic," Travis flashed a smile at his best friend as he threw on his jacket. "But not too much fun."

Vic rolled her eyes a little with a scoff, shooting him a look. "Why wouldn't I have too much fun? That's the only good kind of fun." She huffed, getting her own coat from her locker, planning to hit up the bar later with the girls.

"Well, have fun regardless. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Unless you're too hammered to come to work." Travis grinned again, turning to leave, hearing her laugh behind him.

"You'll see me alright, Montgomery. Maybe even in your dreams!"

"Okay, now that's just weird!" He called back over his shoulder with a smirk, shaking his head as he walked out. "'Night!"

He walked over to his car and started to drive off, heading to the bar himself, the one on the other side of town. He went to that bar because that was the bar he and Michael always went to. He didn't know if he should really be going there anymore but it just felt.....right.

Travis glanced at his wedding ring with a soft frown as he gripped the wheel, swallowing softly as the bar came into view and he tried his best to push the thoughts of Michael out of his head.

He knew he probably shouldn't be thinking about Michael so much but he couldn't help it; everything reminded him of his husband. Even when he was dating Grant it was so hard not to think of Michael and Travis had tried to move on but obviously it didn't work out and even now he was still thinking of Michael.

Maybe he'll never be able to move on.

Travis was grateful when he walked inside to hear music playing and loud laughter and chatter swarming his eardrums, it being a good distraction for him. He relaxed as he sat down at the bar, ordering his drink, glancing around to see who was there, half-expecting to see Vic and the girls there even though he knew they were at a different bar across town.

Not wanting to drink alone, he started chatting with the man sitting next to him, not flirting with him, just talking. About the weather and work and such.

Turns out the guy was a restaurant owner currently having problems with his wife. Travis listened, offering some suggestions, telling him about his own job, and that he was single and honestly was doing okay.

After finishing his drink he nodded to the man, said he was going home and turned to leave.

"Have a good night, Travis." The man offered a wave and Travis walked out, not noticing the man at a nearby table watching him intently or that the man got up as soon as he walked out the door.

He was walking up to his car when he heard a voice behind him. "Excuse me, are you Travis?"

Travis turned around, seeing a man standing before him, looking nonchalant. "Uh, yes." He shrugged a little, not knowing what to expect.

"Travis Montgomery?" The man questioned again, eyebrows furrowing a little.

Travis's eyes flickered a little, shrugging again. "Yes. I'm sorry, who are you?"

The man started to laugh a little, hands stuffed in his pockets, coming closer. He was maybe 28 or 30, good-looking, strong build, not too attractive but yet his hair looked nice.