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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 gave a deep sigh as he walked into the squad room the next morning. One of the hardest things about working with the sex crimes unit was the contrast between work and home. He felt content about the prospect of his date later that night, but it was hard to feel many positive emotions in a place like the 16th precinct.
He poured himself a cup of tea- he preferred tea over coffee, on those rare occasions when he didn't actually need caffeine- and glanced at the case file. A serial rapist was targeting young, low-income women, and the attacks were escalating in frequency and violence. The man was growing careless, though, so George was hopeful that the perpetrator could be caught if the detectives played to his ignorant belief that he could get away with it easily. He quickly analyzed the crime scene photos and wrote out his profile.
Just as he finished, he received a call that one of his patients was having an emergency. He drove towards Bellevue, and there was a flurry of activity as he tried to calm his patient down.
The patient had apparently become overwhelmed by the memory of a traumatic event that had happened years earlier- he had been denying that the event had happened at all, but he was now overwhelmed by it. George questioned him as much as he could, but his patient ended up trying to attack him. Fortunately, the orderlies stepped in and George managed to subdue him.
Then he had to testify in court. It was a rare case where George truly felt that a perpetrator's mental illness rendered him not responsible for his actions, which also meant that he got an earful from the ADA and the detectives. But he stood his ground, and eventually the others relented. The perpetrator ended up agreeing to enter a mental health hospital.
He ate a quick lunch before he returned to his office at the 16th precinct. He gave more profiles, worked on paperwork, and lost himself in the activity, feeling the day fly by. He soon found that it was time to leave to meet Ken.
He gathered his medical bag and files and walked out of the building. His heartbeat quickened slightly as he walked towards the restaurant, but it felt nice. He spent most of the time trying to be detached and stoic; having the freedom to feel jittery was a welcome relief. There was only one person who could possibly see the nervousness, and Ken obviously wouldn't judge him if he did notice.
George smiled as he arrived and looked at his watch. He was slightly early, which was a surprise, but a pleasant one. He walked to the front of the restaurant and waited for his date.
Ken glanced at the clock and cheered silently when he saw that he could finally leave. The day seemed to have taken forever, and his nerves hadn't helped. They weren't nerves like a high-school kid would feel, but they were definitely a case of first-date jitters, and they had made time slow down.
He grinned softly as he wondered if George was feeling as nervous as he was. George was older, and a psychiatrist, so he doubted it, but it was possible. It would be almost… amusing, seeing the older man acting nervous. Ken wouldn't laugh at him, of course, but it would be cute to see.
He hailed a cab and waited out the long ride. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he arrived at the restaurant and saw George waiting outside. He looked good in his slacks and sweater, Ken observed. Professional, but the look worked perfectly on him.
He stepped out and walked towards George. He was unsure whether to greet him with a kiss or an embrace, or any physical contact at all, so he finally settled on standing next to him and muttering a nervous, "Hi."
George smiled and stepped forward, standing on his toes to kiss Ken. Ken leaned down in order to try and even the height between them, and returned the kiss.
"You know, the height difference between us is going to get really annoying," Ken remarked as he pulled away. "I'm going to have to pick you up or something."
George gave a small laugh. "We'll see about that later. Honestly, though, I do enjoy the height difference between us." He didn't say it out loud, but Ken's larger form was extremely attractive to him. Combined with the way Ken's muscles were perfect, not too large or small- he shook the thought out of his head and gestured towards the door. "Shall we?" He asked, speaking a little faster than normal.
Ken nodded and followed after him. They ended up sitting down in the same spot they had last time. When they were sitting, the height difference wasn't as obvious, so it was easier to establish eye contact. Ken had noticed, while he watched George talking to the various people at the 16th precinct, that George established eye contact whenever possible. He suspected it might have to do with needing to analyze facial expressions, but regardless of the cause, he didn't mind eye contact, either.
"So-oo, how was your day?" Ken asked as the waiter left with their orders. They had decided to order a vegetarian pizza- not the most romantic of foods, but they were hungry and they wanted something filling. And it was a good sign that they felt relaxed enough to be honest about it.
"Exhausting," George said with a wry grin.
"What happened?" Ken asked.
George chuckled softly. "I worked on profiles for a few hours, then I went to help a distressed patient at Bellevue. Said patient attempted to attack me, and was only stopped by several orderlies, while I retrieved my medical bag to treat him. Then I testified in court, and had to argue with the detectives and the ADA because I felt that he wasn't responsible for his actions. Then I finished with my other tasks," He said, adding an exaggerated, deep breath to the end of his statement.
"How often do people try to attack you?" Ken asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Not every day, if that's what you're thinking. But it isn't a rare occurrence, either," George said.
"How does that make you feel?" Ken teased. He laughed, but then became slightly more serious. "But really, it must be nerve-wrecking, going in there to deal with these guys and knowing that any one of them could attack you at any moment."
George gave a deep sigh. "Patients try to attack me relatively often, but a patient succeeding is definitely rare. There have only been two times… and they weren't patients," George said, rubbing the back of his head. He looked suddenly uncomfortable.
"Did something I said bother you?" Ken asked softly.
George held up a hand. "No, nothing like that. There was an incident several years ago, a few months after a joined the SVU team. Detective Stabler and I interviewed a death row inmate, and he attacked me. He knocked me unconscious, and I had to spend the night in the hospital for a concussion."
"That's awful," Ken muttered.
"Not one of my best cases," George agreed. Then he gave another sigh. "So, how was your day, then?"
Ken blinked for a moment at the sudden change in conversation, but then he shrugged. "Long and boring. Not a whole lot to talk about with computers."
"Try," George suggested. "I want to at least let you talk as much as I have. The last conversation we had was ridiculously one-sided."
"Well, the one before that was one-side towards me," Ken pointed out.
"Well, then let's make this one even," George said, smiling slightly.
"Well… I just… I can't explain it without going in depth. I entered the codes into the computer for a while… there isn't much of a better explanation I can give."
"Well, then, explain something else about you," George said.
Their food arrived before Ken could begin. They each set several slices on their plates, then Ken returned to the conversation. "What do you want to know?"
George thought for a moment, trying to find a good topic. "How did you come to realize your sexual orientation? If you don't mind telling me so soon, that is," George said.
Ken waved him off. "I don't mind; we've told each other a lot of personal stuff already. So what happened is, I was in my junior year at high school. I hadn't really been attracted to women before. It just… it wasn't there. I like women as friends. I think they're nice, and pleasant, but I feel no sexual attraction to them. So I never really went to dances or anything. I got good grades, so I just told everyone I was too busy with schoolwork, because I knew I probably should have had a date by then- at least a coffee date or something." He took a bite of pizza.
"But then, I slowly came to realize that I did find guys sexually attractive. Like, watching on TV, I would see an actress and not feel anything, but then I'd see an actor and I would think he was so… well, hot." Ken gave a sheepish grin. "I know that sounds-"
George shook his head with a grin. "No problem. Don't worry about it."
"So… I just sort of affirmed it quietly. Then, I started hanging out with the gay kids more, and I developed some feelings for one of them. He and I went out for a while, but it didn't last… It did help me affirm my orientation though."
George nodded. "That's a lot like what happened with me, but I did have the added complications of growing up in a different time, and in a strictly traditional home. Like I told you earlier… they didn't take it well." He gave a wry smile. "How did Fin react?"
"Well, I didn't tell him until a few years ago. We didn't really have a relationship until then… I didn't even get closer to him when he got shot. I didn't hate him, but I was bitter. But, eventually, we started to become closer. Gradually. And then there was this case, and he went to a gay club… and saw my name on the list of people who had been there the last night."
"That probably wasn't a good way to find out," George commented.
"He wasn't too happy. But he did seem to be accepting it… until that case with Andrew." Ken gave a deep sigh.
"He'll come around in time. Especially if you talk to him," George said.
"I hope so," Ken said. He finished his pizza with another sigh.
"He will," George said. He took the last bite of his pizza, then he drained his cup of water. "Do you want to head out? We can go somewhere else and keep talking, if you want."
"Okay," Ken replied. They each paid half of the bill and walked outside.
"Where do you want to go? We could take a walk, or, if you want, we could go to my apartment and have a drink," George offered.
"I'd like to walk around a bit," Ken said quietly. Then he smiled softly and wrapped his arms around George's shoulders, leaning forward to kiss him.
George smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Ken's waist. After a moment, he pulled away and started to walk slowly.
Ken hesitantly touched George's hand. George entwined their fingers, and they held hands as they walked.
"Any particular place you want to walk to?" Ken asked.
George shrugged. "I usually just walk around the block closest to my apartment."
"That's fine," Ken said. He squeezed George's hand gently.
"Do you have a cell phone?" Ken asked after a few minutes. "And if so, can I text you sometime? Assuming you text, that is."
George stopped walking and grinned. "Just because I'm not as young as you and I don't know how to program a computer doesn't mean I don't know how to use a cell phone. I can enter my number in your phone, if you want."
Ken complied and allowed George to use his phone. George entered his number, then returned the phone to Ken, and they resumed walking.
"I'll text you sometime, then," Ken said as they arrived at George's apartment. He paused, not wanting to leave yet.
George sensed his hesitation at leaving. "Would you like to come in?" He asked.
"I…" Ken trailed off, trying to word his thoughts.
"It's completely up to you. If you do come in, you're under no obligation to do anything you don't want to," George assured him.
"I know," Ken said. He sighed. "I'm just not ready for that yet. I'll text you, and we can set up a time and everything. Are you doing anything this weekend?"
"I should be free," George said. He turned around and pulled Ken into a tight embrace. Ken smiled and wrapped his arms around George.
"Have a good night," George said, standing on his toes to kiss Ken.
Ken smiled, leaning down and meeting him halfway. "You too."
They shared a slow kiss before George walked into his apartment. He gave a contented sigh as he entered. He was thoroughly enjoying his relationship with Ken.
His phone vibrated and he smiled as he read the text message.
Have a good night. –Ken
He smiled and replied.
You too. I really can't wait to see you again. Talk to you soon. -George
He poured himself a glass of wine, smiling. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this excited and optimistic about a relationship.
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