Our Little Secret

You Know This Is Your Fault, Right?

It was weird for Ian, going to work and Mickey not being there. He got weird looks for the bruising on his face and when lunch hour rolled around he was ready to run to Mickey's office, only to realize that one, he wasn't there and two, he was still mad.

Ian wanted to let Mickey explain, he knew he needed to but on one hand if Mickey was snooping he couldn't just let him think it was okay and on the other hand if Mickey had an excuse it would completely fuck up the fact that he told Mickey he trusts him. Which Ian did still trust him but he'd be lying if he said he didn't feel like his privacy was invaded and that just didn't sit right with him.

Everything in the file Ian would have told Mickey eventually just like he had with the whole Caleb situation but he didn't get that chance. Despite Mickey saying he didn't know beforehand, that doesn't mean he didn't read any of it though. Would he even still want Ian after reading how fucked up his family is? How fuck up he is?

He scanned over Mickey's schedule, he had three days of travel left which meant Ian could technically avoid him for three more days. Mickey had only tried to call once and Ian might have answered it had he not been sleeping. Even though he was mad he wanted he hear Mickey's voice and see his face because, god, he felt so fucking lonely without him.

Two day. It had only been two days and Ian was already pining after him like a love struck teenager but what could he say? Mickey made him feel safe, made him feel strong and cared for. He didn't want to lose Mickey and he didn't want to avoid him for three more days. He just really hoped he didn't fuck things up between him by storming out the way he did.

<em>To: Debs</em>
<em>From: Ian</em>

<em>Hey, gonna be on my way to the house soon. See you in a bit, gonna stay the night again :)</em>

Ian leaned back in his seat rocking a bit as he twirled a pen between his fingers. He reached out pressing the button that brought up Google. He held out on actually searching Mickey because he wanted to give him some privacy but obviously Mickey did care about giving him the same privacy so before he could stop himself he was typing in Mickey's name and hitting search. All of the articles were pretty much the same it was when he clicked imagines that a horrible pain spreads through his chest looking at the pictures.

The first line is just pictures of Mickey from various different events. But then the pictures change and there's multiple of Micky with his arm around a pretty brunette and a young about, about twelve years old, that is almost identical to Mickey. There were only a few of the whole family at social events, the others were from outings at restaurants, playing golf, the day he was sworn in, et cetera.

They looked happy. They looked like a real family. Mickey had not only made Ian a home wrecker but he also lied about it. The worst part was that seeing Mickey with his son set Ian on fire and turned him into goo all at once. He wanted to admire them together but it just made him feel even worse. He was torturing himself by looking at these photos.

Ian felt like a fool. He had serious feelings for Mickey and the fact that Mickey had the audacity to ask if he was single 'because he doesn't like sharing' baffled Ian, made his eyes full with tears of frustration. Was he really just another lay for Mickey? Just the next guy he was screwing behind his wife's back? Mickey said he was different from the other guys so he knew there were others. But maybe it was just exciting for him, Ian was different, new, was it just a matter of time before Mickey dropped him, too?

"Fuck," Ian growled under his breath, clicking off of the browser and digging his knuckles into his eyes harshly.

"Fuck this," He scoffed, pushing out of his seat and rushing out of the office and to his car. He was so mad he was struggling to get his car locked and didn't notice the man walking up to him.