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Disclaimer: - I don�t own any of the characters of The Shield, they all belong to Shawn Ryan and FX.
Predator Chapter 4
Tonight was the night, and Nick felt his cock stir in eager anticipation just at the tht oht of the things he was going to do to that delicious body. He could hardly wait; at last he�d be able to see if the reality would be as good as the fantasy.
He�d been cultivating Dutch for several months now, and everything had been going perfectly. He�d spotted Dutch on ver very first day at The Barn, during his orientation tour with Officer Cucusa. They�d been about to leave the area where the cage was housed just as Dutch had been about to enter it. Dutch had pulled the door open, and then stood back to let him and Cucusa go through first. Nick had looked at him and said thanks, Dutch had smiled back at him, and that had been it Nick had been smitten. It was his eyes, Nick thought, there was something about them, something sad and a little lonely, and a hint of vulnerability that Nick had instantly known he�d be able to turn to his own advantage. Of course it didn�t hurt that Nick found him rather attractive too.
Nick was sitting at his desk ostensibly finishing up on some overdue paperwork, but in reality waiting and watching for that bitch Wyms to leave. Nick knew that she didn�t like him, didn�t trust him. At first she�d tried to hide it, being merely distant, as opposed to openly hostile, but that had changed a couple of weeks ago. Suddenly it seemed that every time he went to talk to Dutch his partner would need him for something. Interrupting their conversations and pulling him away. Several times all she�d had to do was to see him approaching Dutch and suddenly she was wanting an early lunch, or to drive out to a crime scene for just one more look, anything just to get Dutch out of the building, and away from him. Of course Nick knew what the problem was --- she�d been talking to Mackey. There was someone else who needed to mind their own business.
At first the whole thing with Mackey had been fun. It had added a touch of spice to the game. He�d caught Mackey watching him with that tight-lipped, intense stare of his. If Mackey thought he could intimidate Nick with that alpha-male, territorial, testosterone-fuelled bullshit, he sad sadly mistaken. Nick had offered the hand of friendship to Mackey several times only to have it rebuffed. In the end he�d decided he really didn�t give a shit. After all there was nothing Mackey could do. If Mackey reported him, or spoke to Dutch, he�d just deny everything, and since he hadn�t made any overt moves on Dutch yet Mackey really didn�t have any proof. So Nick had been able to enjoy rubbing Mackey�s nose in it. Always making sure he�d reach out and pat Dutch�s arm, or briefly rest his hand on his back just as Mackey was passing. Not only did he enjoy the contact, but also watching Mackey�s eyes narrow, his face growing cold, added to the thrill.
However, now that Wyms was interfering too it was starting to become annoying. As if what went on between him and Dutch was any of their business anyway.
Once more glancing up Nick had to suppress a smile as he watched Claudette gathering her things together as sreparepared to go home. He looked down at the open file on his desk, and watched surreptitiously from the corner of his eye as she headed out towards the car park. Glancing over at Dutch�s desk he let himself smile whe saw saw him, as expected, still busy working away. He knew Dutch often put in an hour or so in unpaid overtime, and tonight he�d been counting on him doing just that. However, he couldn�t help thinking that Dutch really needed to get himself a personal life. Of course if things went as planned tonight, Nick thought, then Dutch was going to have plenty to occupy his off duty hours.
He just had to be careful, take his time, and not scare the other man off. He�d been slow and careful so far, making sure he�d ingratiated himself with most of his colleagues. He�d made a point of seeking out Dutch�s advise, some of which had actually come in quite handy for solving a few of his cases. Nick had made sure that he�d told Dutch how much he appreciated his help, that his insight had been the vital last part of the puzzle, and Dutch had lapped it up.
Nick prided himself on his ability to read other people. To be able to home in on their desires, their motivations, their weaknesses, it was part of what made him a good detective. Dutch had been an open book to him. It was obvious that he largely defined himself by his job. That his ability to do his job well and his own self-esteem were intrinsically linked. Nick had made a few off-hand enquires with the precinct gossips, something every precinct he�d ever worked in had had, and he�d heard the rather messy story of the end of Dutch�s marriage. Nick could see how such a spectacular screw-up in his personal life would make Dutch re-focus his energies towards his work, a way to forget, to re-validate his bruised ego. Nick had also gone out of his way to be Dutch�s friend, to include him. He�d soon realised that Dutch wt ext exactly socially adept. He had a quite remarkable ability to totally misread a situation and say completely the wrong thing. It was as if the social interaction that went on around him was a finely tuned orchestra, with each person an instrument in that orchestra, each perfectly balanced, perfectly pitched, all playing in harmony with each other. Then along came Dutch --- tone deaf, out of tune, and quite often playing a completely different score to everyone else. Within seconds of opening his mouth he�d be left floundering. It had been easy for Nick to smoothly step in, and either turn Dutch�s faux pas into a witty observation, or just buck the trend and agree with him. Admittedly, it might make him look a little out of step himself sometimes, but it was worth it to see the hesitant smile of gratitude he�d get from Dutch. It had been all worth it because it meant that Dutch trusted him completely, and now Nick couldn�t wait any longer, he�d been patient long enough, and it was time to make his move.
As if on cue he could see Dutch finally closing the file he was working on, and reaching into his desk drawer for his badge and his gun. Standing up himself Nick strolled over to him, plastering a suitably slightly annoyed, slightly hopeful look on his face,
"Are you off now Dutch?" He asked.
Turning towards him, a weary smile on his face Dutch replied,
"Yeah, I�m not gonna get any further tonight, my mind�s going round in circles."
Nick laughed softly,
"I know the feeling."
His smile widening Dutch asked him,
"Why was there something you needed?"
Nick blew out a breath, pausing for effect before saying,
"Well I wanted to ask you a favour actually."
"Sure anything."
"I was wondering if you could give me a lift home. It�s just I�ve been having car trouble for a day or so, and Mark was supposed to give me a ride home tonight, but he must�ve forgotten cause he�s already gone. I mean if it�s too much trouble that�s okay I can get a cab." Then turning partially away he added. "In fact forget it I don�t want to be a pain, and you look tired�"
Dutch interrupted, just as Nick had known he would, reaching out and briefly laying his hand on Nick�s forearP>
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"Don�t be silly of course I�ll give you a ride, it�s no problem."
"Thanks Dutch�um you couldn�t give me a hand with my stuff could you?" Nick jerked a thumb towards his desk to indicate the two boxes of files that stood on the floor. "It�s some old case files. I want to look through them, see if that Diaz murder is part of a pattern."
"Sure no problem," Dutch replied, as he walked back towards Nick�s desk, and prepared to carry one of the boxes out to his car. "Do you really think you might find indications of an undetected serial predator?" He asked, his interest piqued.
Nick smiled to himself as he picked up his own box. He knew that Dutch wouldn�t be able to resist talking shop if he presented him with something to capture his imagination. Just what he needed to get Dutch to relax, and drop his guard. The boxes were also the perfect excuse to get Dutch up to his apartment. He�d help Nick carry them up, then a drink or two while they carried on their conversation, and then�then the seduction. If things went to plan he hoped to be able to sweet-talk a slightly tipsy Dutch out of his clothes and into his bed before he�d had time to realize quite where things were headed. Then once he had him in his bed Nick was confident that he knew plenty of things that would ensure Dutch wouldn�t be able to think too hard about anything except the erotic sensations he�d be experiencing at Nick�s hands.
As Nick followed Dutch out to his car he only kept half an ear tuned into what Dutch was talking about, most of his attention was actually engaged with watching the younger man�s ass as he walked in front of him. As Dutch opened his trunk and deposited the box he�d been carrying inside he turned to help Nick with his burden, and as Nick caught his eye Dutch smiled a slightly nervous half-smile at him. Nick grinned back feeling his dick harden, and he silently vowed to himself that one way or another he just had to possess this slightly awkward, slightly unsure, but very desirable man.
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