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Sparks	By : Bucken-Berry Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1040 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ken paced restlessly through the hallway, fury welling up in his body. He had said, all along, that his friend Andrew was innocent. His father wouldn't hear any of it, and he had tricked him into helping the NYPD arrest Andrew. And then Ken had turned out to be right- and he had never been so upset about being right.
And then there was the fact that Fin still didn't get it. He still assumed that, because Ken was gay, he liked underage boys. He'd assumed that Ken was sleeping with Andrew. The fact that Ken had corrected him almost immediately did nothing to help Ken's feelings. How could a sex crimes detective buy into so many stereotypes?
He slammed the wall with one fist and ground his teeth. He wanted to scream, he was so frustrated. And he didn't have anywhere to turn. He couldn't talk to Fin or his partner. He couldn't talk to Detective Benson, because she wouldn't understand. The only who had seemed to get it was the psychiatrist that worked with the team- now there was an idea...
Now that he thought about it, talking to the psychiatrist who'd talked to Andrew sounded like a good way to get this off his chest. Finding out that the man was quiet, calm, compassionate, and intelligent had made Ken immediately respect him.
His mind made up, he walked back into the squad room. Benson was there, finishing up some paperwork. She looked up as he entered. "Hi, Ken. Fin's already left, if you were looking for him."
He shook his head. "I actually wanted to talk to the psychiatrist from earlier. His name's George, right?"
"Huang? Yeah. I think he's still here. His office is over there," Olivia said, pointing.
Ken walked in the direction she'd indicated until he arrived at the door with the name 'George Huang' on it. Ken knocked and received a tired-sounding, "Come in!"
Ken opened the door and walked in. He gave a small smile at the man sitting behind the desk. "Hi, you may have seen me earlier. I'm Ken Randall," he said.
"Nice to meet you properly," George said in his normal, professional tone. He extended his hand. Ken smiled and shook it, barely managing to stop from lingering on Huang's smaller, softer hand. He found Huang to be extremely attractive, and he didn't want to scare him off. He gave a friendly smile and pulled away. He sat down in the chair immediately in front of the desk.
"Was there anything you needed?" George asked.
"Yeah. I wanted to talk to someone," Ken explained.
"Well, listening is what I do all day, anyway," George said with a slight upward turn of his lips.
"You work with my dad, right?"
"Fin? Yes, I do," George said with a nod.
"Well, he and I have a lot of issues," Ken admitted.
"Yes, he told me about some of them. That he wasn't there enough when you were growing up, and so on," George acknowledged.
"Well, this case brought other issues out. A few years ago, he found out I was gay, and he still doesn't seem to accept it. He accused me of sleeping with Andrew!" Ken's voice rose with his anger. He sighed and shook his head. "I didn't mean to yell at you-"
George held up a hand to stop him. "I know you weren't; you're just angry and you don't have another way to vent your anger."
Ken nodded and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I just... How could a sex crimes detective like him believe all that stuff about gay people?"
"It is frustrating. I've had to remind him, as well as the other detectives, that sexuality is complicated. It isn't as rare an occurrence as I'd it to be, either."
"Why is it that you get it, but my own father doesn't?" Ken exclaimed. He wrung his hands in frustration.
"Not to justify what he's doing, but not everyone copes well when they learn about someone they know being gay. Some people think it's a big deal, even though we both know it isn't. My own parents did not take it well at all," George said.
Ken raised his eyebrows slightly. "You're gay, too?"
George nodded. "Yes."
Ken felt emotions for the older man begin to grow. He wondered if he had a chance to get closer to the doctor. He pushed the thought out of his head for a moment, wanting to finish the conversation before trying to get into Huang's personal life.
Ken sighed. "I just... I've been out with him for years now! If he had a problem with it, why didn't he say it then, instead of letting me think we had moved past it?"
George shrugged. "Sometimes, people only find they have a problem years after the fact. I suggest you talk to him and try to work out the issues."
Ken snorted. "He wasn't there when I was little. It's a little too late."
"You won't be able to work out all your issues; you're right about the fact that it is too late to truly establish that relationship. However, if you talk to him, you can get some semblance of a familial bond." George leaned forward. "He regrets not being there, you know. He wishes he hadn't put the job before you. He isn't perfect, but he regrets his mistakes."
"I just don't want to be subjected to more of his shit!" Ken exclaimed. He cleared his throat, feeling guilty for having cursed in front of the soft-spoken man. He knew Huang was an adult, but he felt embarrassed about the profanity. He wanted to make a good impression on him. "Sorry about that-"
George chuckled. "I've heard much, much worse from my patients."
Ken gave a small laugh before continuing. "Anyway... it's just, today alone, he insulted me, and not only that, he tricked me into helping them arrest my friend..." He bit his lip.
"I know. You have every right to be angry at him; I most certainly would be, in your situation. My advice stays the same, however. There are too many families out there that grow apart when it isn't necessary. I don't minimize the difficulty of the situation, but still... You should try. You'll both be happier. I reiterate the point that he wishes he had been more dedicated to his family, and he wants a bond with you."
"I wish he was as smart as you," Ken mumbled bitterly.
George blushed, ever so slightly. Ken would have missed it, if he hadn't been focusing on George's face. "Thanks," George muttered.
"No, I should be saying 'thank you'. I think I need a little time to calm down, but... I agree that I should try to talk to him." He glanced at the clock, realizing how late it was. "Sorry for taking so much of your time. I'm not even a detective or one of your patients," Ken said.
"I enjoy talking to people, especially when the person isn't here against their will."
"True. Not a lot of people like to talk to psychiatrists... I don't mind it, though. Obviously." Ken smiled. "Thanks again."
"You're welcome. You're free to talk to me any time, if you wish," George offered.
"Would you like to..." Ken paused, trying to get himself to say the words. George was definitely the kind of man he admired and wanted to be with- he wanted to do this right, without messing anything up. He didn't want to ruin his chances, if there was a chance. "Would you like to have dinner with me?" he asked hopefully.
"Only on a professional level, I'm afraid," George replied with a hint of wistfulness.
"Are you with someone?" Ken asked. He immediately felt immature for having asked such a private question, but before he could take it back, George had already answered.
"No, I'm not. But, there are other reasons."
Ken paused, choosing his words carefully. Maybe he could fix the situation, somewhat. "Well then, I have two questions. One, what are the reasons you can't get with me? And two, why is a guy like you alone?"
"Besides the fact that I don't know you too well, both answers are related to my job. Not many men are willing to listen to the horrors I work with, but at the same time, they can't accept secrecy, either. And I can't be with you because your father and I are co-workers. Think about it for a minute."
Ken sighed. "That does make it difficult. But... wouldn't you two technically not be considered co-workers, because you're with the FBI and he's with the NYPD?"
"I suppose, technically, but still. You're saying what a rough time he was with your sexual orientation to begin with. Then add in the fact that I've known him for years... it just doesn't feel right," George said.
Ken nodded and looked downward, resigning himself. It didn't seem like it would work. "Alright."
"Would you still like to get dinner, though?" George asked kindly.
"Yeah. If you want," Ken replied. Friendship was better than nothing, and he felt a lot of respect for the man- he wanted to know him and talk to him.
George stood and grabbed his coat. He walked to the door, beckoning Ken to follow. "I know of a decent place close to here. Let's go."
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