REPOST: Trace Evidence 3: Say Goodnight (10/10), Saundra Mitchell
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Title: Trace Evidence III: Say Goodnight (10/10)
Author: Saundra Mitchell
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Rating:R
Baltimore, Maryland
Homicide Unit
Watching Frank from across the
squadroom, Bayliss tried not to think
about what he'd said in the bar. He
didn't need Pembleton anymore, he
decided. He was a good detective without
him.
Giardello walked into the room,
calling everyone to attention with a
clap of his hands. Once the quiet
chatter had stopped, he walked over to
the board, crossing his arms over his
chest.
"Detective Falsone has been rotated
into Arson," he began. "Therefore his
remaining open cases will be distributed
among those of you who remain. I've been
informed that following this, the
rotation policy will no longer apply to
homicide, so you may breathe a sigh of
relief now."
Thanking whatever powers that might
be, Tim sank into his chair.
"This does not mean you should grow
lazy and fat in your comfortable
dotage," Gee continued genially. "If my
phones ring, you will answer them. If a
body falls in West Baltimore, you will
study it with the utmost interest. If
there is even the first hint of red
beneath your name, you will pour your
own blood as a libation to change it to
black."
"Are we allowed to spill others'
blood," Mike asked smartly.
Giardello stared down his nose at
him. "Only I may sacrifice others,
Kellerman."
One of the phones bleated sickly,
and Tim turned to grab it. "Homicide.
Bayliss."
"I love the way he says that with
such relish," Gee grinned, heading back
for his office.
That Night
Mulder stood outside Tim's door,
turning the key over and over in his
hands. With a sigh, he slid it into the
lock, half knocking as he stepped
inside. Bayliss greeting him wanly from
the couch, switching off the television.
"You look like shit."
Mulder nodded numbly, closing the
door. He just stood there, leaning
against the wall. Standing up, Tim
walked over and took him in his arms.
"I'm sorry about Scully," he
murmured.
Mulder stared up at him. "I'm sorry
about Frank."
Twining his fingers through
Mulder's hair, Tim kissed him on the
temple, trying to comfort him.
"I need you," Mulder whispered
hoarsely, pulling Tim hard against him.
Their mouths met in a crushing kiss,
painful and passionate at once. Parting
his lips, Mulder tasted the warmth of
Tim's mouth, inhaling sharply when
caught his tongue, biting, then sucking
it. Their ardor manifested itself in a
violent embrace, their fingers biting
into skin and hair, pulling and
scratching as they maneuvered their way
to the couch.
Tim pushed Mulder down, yanking at
his belt. Somehow, they managed to half
undress, not bothering removing their
shirts. Dipping his head, Bayliss seized
the soft flesh of Mulder's throat in his
teeth. He bit down, hissing when the
other man responded with sharp nails
down his back. Licking his hand and
smoothing the path, he forced himself
into Mulder, cursing under his breath at
the incredible heat and stricture.
Mulder gasped, hurt, but clung to Tim
desperately.
Blood, coppery and sharp crested on
Mulder's tongue as they moved together,
and he was vaguely aware that it was his
own. Clutching the back of Bayliss' neck
he demanded another kiss, and got it,
tongues swirling with their private
rhythm. They were lost in this ugly
expression of their love, hurting each
other for comfort. Release came for both
of them, shuddering and sudden, though
not simultaneous. Pressing his forehead
against Mulder's, Tim laid his palm
against the other man's cheek softly. As
their breath slowed, they dared to open
their eyes.
"I don't ever want to do that to
you again," Tim whispered, brushing his
lips against Mulder's.
Hair still wet from the shower,
Mulder climbed into bed. He curled up,
allowing Tim to wrap his arms around
him. They relaxed into a comfortable web
of arms and legs, occasionally twisting
enough to meet in a gentle kiss.
"Do you want to talk," Tim
murmured, his voice low and warm.
Mulder shook his head. "I just want
to sleep."
"Love you."
"I love you too."
"Good night."
"Night."
(End Part Ten)
(The End)