Bad Idea! ✐ FRERARD

✩ SECRET TALENT ✩

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       "FRANKIE, PLEASE JUST tell me what's been going on..." Gerard pleaded quietly, shuffling closer to a scowling Frank. "Did something happen?"

In short; yes, something had happened.

It had been a normal day for Frank, a normal
boring fucking day filled with paperwork and useless processing of subpoenas. Well, that was until Hurley had decided to have a next-to-desk sit down. He had told Frank about how he really thought Frank was ready to be back in the field, and that although Frank shouldn't feel responsible or guilty, their numbers had gone down by a lot since Frank got benched.

In all honesty that had hit Frank quite hard, because sure he was a bastard at the best of times, but he did truly care about the level of crime in the city- especially if the numbers weren't lowering at any rate because of his absence and incapability.

Now all Frank wanted to do was pass his psyche and be reinstated, but he wasn't sure if he was ready at all. It was a lot of pressure and stress, and he didn't want to have another mental breakdown. They really hurt him, and he didn't think his body or even mind could handle another extreme one like last time. It would trigger a lot of his suppressed fears and he didn't want that happening.

Sure, Frank felt bad that he had ruined what was supposed to be his and Gerard's semi-date by being emotionless and unreceptive, but he couldn't help it. He was stressed- and confused, and above all... worried. He was worried that maybe he wouldn't ever pass this stupid fucking evaluation. And it wasn't like he could talk to Gerard about it again, he already came across way too dependent for this to be a healthy relationship- he didn't need Gerard feeling like Frank was just leaning on him. Gerard was probably sick and tired of hearing Frank talk about his worries. He himself sure as hell was.

But unfortunately Frank's choice to shut the fuck up about his thoughts seemed to frustrate Gerard just as much as it would if Frank had talked about what was on his mind in the first place, so it was a paradox really.

Frank didn't even answer Gerard's plea as he simply stared ahead of him, glaring at the now paused movie in front of them.

"Frank," Gerard sighed again, this time wrapping his arms around Frank's shoulders. "C'mon, don't shut me out. Is this about work?"

Frank finally sighed, nodding as he glanced at Gerard shamefully. "I'm sorry I ruined our date.." Frank mumbled.

Gerard didn't answer as he leaned over to kiss Frank's cheek. "If you tell me what's going on I won't be upset."

Frank looked down at his feet.

"There's just so much pressure on me again," Frank said quietly, rubbing his eyes, "Hurley really wants be back in the field and... I- I don't know what to do."

Gerard frowned as pulled Frank closer to him, "You shouldn't feel like you need to rush your recovery, Frank. You're allowed to take your time."

"But the longer I take the more perps get away." Frank whispered, "I can't- I can't keep delaying the inevitable for the slight chance that I'll feel okay again."

"Frank, you should know by now that criminals get away regardless of how many cops are on the case," Gerard said, rubbing Frank's shoulder soothingly, "That doesn't mean you have to blame yourself every time it happens and it certainly doesn't invalidate your recovery time... You deserve to go at your own pace, okay? So cut that shit out."

Frank stilled for a moment before he shrugged softly and nuzzled his face in Gerard's neck, breathing in his sweet scent. He felt his senses relax slightly, his body moulding against Gerard's.