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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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George found himself attracted to Ken almost immediately. The physical attraction had hit first, and then, because of what had been said during their conversation, he'd found himself emotionally attracted to him. Ken sounded like a passionate, caring, intelligent man; the kind of man George could respect and love. George did usually like older men, and he usually took longer to fall for them. It confused him slightly- he wasn't the type to fall in love at first sight. But he couldn't deny it. He felt an inescapable pull towards the younger man. He wondered if he should say something, but he decided to get to know Ken first.
He gathered his papers and medical bag and walked with Ken towards the parking lot. "Did you drive here?" He asked.
"No, I didn't. I got a ride," Ken explained.
George nodded. "Well, this restaurant is within walking distance. We'll worry about getting you home later." He gave a small smile.
"Thanks," Ken said softly.
The walk was spent in meditative silence; both men were contemplating how to make the conversation go smoothly, though they didn't know that the other was thinking the same thing.
"Here," George said. They were at an Italian restaurant. They walked in and sat down. The restaurant was nearly deserted, so their orders were taken almost immediately. Unsure of what sort of mood to set, Ken ordered spaghetti; George ordered a minestrone soup and salad.
"You're a vegetarian?" Ken asked.
"Yeah," George said simply. "I don't like the taste of meat very much. I don't mind people who do, naturally. It's just a personal preference."
"Oh, good. I was hoping it wasn't for religious reasons or anything," Ken said, relieved.
"Even if it was, that's me, not you," George replied, waving his hand.
"Okay," Ken said.
"So, have you graduated college? And if so, what major?" George asked, changing the subject.
"I graduated a when I was 23; I'm 27 now. Anyway, I graduated on a computer programming major, and I've been working with a small company ever since," Ken answered, trying to hide the fact that he was feeling jittery and nervous, and his heart was pounding. He hoped he wasn't being obvious.
"Computers aren't my thing, really. I can use them, but I can't figure out the programming part of it," George said nonchalantly. He looked completely calm, but unknown to Ken, he was feeling nervous as well. He knew it wasn't a date, but something about Ken- probably the fact that Ken himself was so young- made George feel much younger. However, his years of experience as a psychiatrist allowed him to mask his emotions.
"Well, I don't understand profiling at all, so we're even," Ken replied. "How long have you been with the FBI and all?"
"Fourteen years," George replied.
"So you didn't go right into the FBI when you graduated?" Ken asked. He was becoming increasingly interested in the doctor and his life.
"Yes. I tried to be a counselor for sex offenders."
"Tried?" Ken asked with an eyebrow raised.
George looked downwards; clearly he didn't like talking about it. Ken considered telling him to forget it, but George started talking before he could. "I was a counselor for sex offenders for one year. However," He gave a deep sigh, "Not a single one of my patients truly participated, made an effort to recover. They just wanted to escape a prison sentence; they truly didn't care if their urges ever stopped. Even worse…"
He shook his head and gave another sigh. "Even worse, one of them in particular kept trying to get to me…. And he succeeded. He told me about his fantasies for his 6 month old daughter, not just admitting them, but going into detail specifically to disgust me. It still makes me sick to this day," George admitted. "It's why I track people like him down, now. I've never gotten the image of him, doing those awful things to an infant, out of my head…" He took a sip of water to calm himself down. His eyes were wet, though no tears fell.
"Wow…" Ken said softly. He felt a myriad of emotions, from disgust at the man George had treated to admiration for George for his job and the things he saw each day. And the fact that George was still holding up so well, despite the burden it had to put on him.
"Yeah." George leaned back slightly and closed his eyes. He looked slightly upset; he clearly didn't enjoy talking about his early experiences as a counselor, and wished things had turned out differently. However, he didn't look resentful that Ken had brought it up. "This is what I was talking about earlier, by the way. Most people don't want to hear this sort of thing," George added.
Ken understood what George meant. He knew that if he did start a relationship with George, he would hate seeing the kind man dragged down by the tragedy that happened in SVU every day. He paused for a minute before vocalizing his thoughts. "I, I do want to hear it though. I don't like the fact that it happens, and I don't like the knowledge that you have to deal with that day in and day out, but I admire you for what you do, and I want to hear about the amazing things you do every day."
"Thank you," George said softly. The tiny, almost invisible, blush appeared over his face again.
Their food arrived and they began to eat. Ken waited a few moments before hesitantly restarting the conversation. "What made you want to work with sex offenders to begin with?"
"I was troubled by the stories I heard on the news, about people being sexually assaulted and so on. I honestly thought that at least some sex offenders could be cured." He took a sip of the coffee he'd ordered with his meal. "What made you want to work with computers?"
"I'm just good with them. I never really had a desire to do much else. I do work with a few charities and groups outside of work, though, so I feel like I'm doing something useful with my life."
"That's how you met Andrew?" George asked.
"Yeah. How is he, by the way?" Ken asked as he swirled the spaghetti noodles around his fork.
"I think he'll be okay. After what his therapist did, however, I think he may need a while to recover. A psychiatrist taking advantage of their patient like she did… it's not only offensive in that it disgraces our entire profession, but it's offensive because of the act itself." He shook his head and gave a sheepish grin. "I keep going off on tangents and giving speeches. I really do need to just let you talk for a while."
"About what?" Ken asked, returning George's smile with a nervous grin.
"Just… tell me about yourself," George suggested.
"Um, not much to say," Ken mumbled, feeling his face heat up in response to the awkwardness of being put on the spot. "I dunno, just… I grew up relatively normally, except for the fact that my dad wasn't around much." He accented that with a nod. "Well, I guess the dad not being around is kind of normal nowadays, but anyway. I was close to my cousin Darius… I was shaken when there was that case a few years ago."
"I had little involvement with the case, myself, aside from assessing his mental state, but I do remember the detectives talking about it. Do you think your cousin was guilty?" George asked.
Ken sighed, looking downwards. "Yeah, I do think he killed that woman and her baby… and the thing is, he actually is both my half-brother, and my half-uncle. My mom's dad raped her…"
George winced. "That must have been rough for you to find out." He swallowed a mouthful of salad and gave a sigh. "Incest is rare, but not rare enough, like all sex crimes. The rate of sexual violence won't be rare enough until it's nonexistent."
"Yeah… it messed my mom up, obviously, and it messed Darius up, finding that out. And me… I don't want to be selfish, but it's like, what I know about my family… isn't entirely true."
George gave him a sympathetic smile. "You aren't selfish at all for thinking that. Anyone would be shaken after a discovery of that magnitude, and they wouldn't succeed in not focusing on their own reaction."
Ken nodded silently. Their plates were both empty by then, but Ken didn't want to leave. "Does this place have good tiramisu?" He asked, more to delay the end of their conversation than because he was hungry.
"Yeah, all their deserts are good, but their tiramisu is the best," George replied. They flagged a waitress and waited for it to be prepared.
"So..." Ken trailed off awkwardly.
"So?" George prodded, almost teasingly.
"What do you do when you're not working?" Ken asked.
"Not a whole lot, honestly. Most days, I stay up late profiling, or I go to sleep early because I was either up late the night before, or I was woken up early by a patient's emergency."
"That must be rough," Ken commented.
"Rough, but it needs to be done," George said. The tiramisu arrived and Ken took a few bites. It was tasty, but he wasn't too focused on it.
"Is it worth it to you?" Ken asked.
"Usually, it's only worth it for the few victims that get closure. Myself, I find that most days just drain my faith… in the justice system, the government itself, the human race, everything. I usually find someone to restore my faith in the human race sooner or later, though," George said truthfully. It had been years since he'd opened himself up, but it felt good. And George was beginning to wonder why he was still trying to resist a relationship with Ken. He was falling for him, if he hadn't fallen already.
Ken nodded, taking a long time chewing to gather his thoughts. He wanted to say something reassuring and sympathetic, but never having been in the situation, nothing seemed appropriate.
George came to a decision quickly; he wanted to try a relationship. Because the last few minutes of their conversation hadn't been romantic, he decided to test the waters first. "You restored my faith today," George said softly.
Ken blinked; that was not something he'd expected to hear. He'd thought the doctor wasn't interested. "What do you-"
George gave an almost timid smile. "You're an amazing person."
"Thanks. You are too," Ken muttered, looking down at the table. He felt suddenly shy; an emotion he hadn't felt since he was a child.
"Ken?" George called softly, leaning forward. He could tell that Ken was still interested in a relationship.
"Yeah?" Ken replied, looking up again.
"You've changed my mind. I don't really care what others think anymore; we can work past it later."
He leaned forward and pressed a soft, passionate kiss on Ken's lips, sighing at the feeling of Ken's firm, yet comforting, mouth. He moved his hands to Ken's shoulders, Ken mirroring the action and wrapping his hands securely around George.
Ken closed his eyes and leaned further into the kiss, reveling in the sensation. It seemed to last years, and they only pulled away when the need for air became pressing. He took heavy breaths, feeling more energized than he had in some time.
"I want to try this," George said, pulling away. "I'm falling, hard, for you."
"I'm falling for you, too," Ken murmured. He grabbed George's hands, encasing them in his own, and leaned forward, claiming George's lips again. George's lips were warm, and they tasted sweet. And Ken couldn't get over how soft they were.
"Want to come here for dinner tomorrow?" George asked quietly. He stroked the back of Ken's hands.
"Yes, of course," Ken breathed. "I get off of work at 5:00 and I can be here by 6:00."
"I can leave work by then," George replied. They split the bill and left the restaurant.
"See you," George murmured.
"See you," Ken replied. They shared a tight embrace before leaving. Ken walked over to find a cab, while George walked to his apartment.
Once George arrived at his apartment, he changed into his comfortable night clothes, thinking excitedly. He wanted to be with Ken, wanted to love him. Ken was having an effect on him; he felt years younger, and not necessarily in a bad way. And Ken was smart, kind, and passionate; just the kind of man George was most compatible with. He smiled and sat down on his bed.
Ken felt a jolt of excitement coursing through his body as he arrived at his apartment. He'd done it! His conversation with George had made Ken's admiration and interest increase, and now he had the chance to be with George, and prove that it was possible to find someone who understood his line of work. Ken was that man; he was the one who would stick with George through the worst cases, the one who would be there when it got overwhelming. And George would be perfect for him, too.
He grinned as he changed his clothes. He knew it sounded foolish to claim to be in love with George when he'd just met him that day, knew that most would just wave it off as immaturity, but Ken felt it. This was something special; it was going somewhere.
Both men drifted off quickly, minds buzzing. Ken fantasized about the course their relationship would take, while George planned and analyzed it; but in either case, the two felt happy and hopeful about their new relationship.
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