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Part 8 � Sunshine then Rain

That evening, Don made a big show
of ordering his own dinner, after consulting earnestly with Will.� The waiter had no idea why Don and Will were
laughing so hard.

They watched a movie, �Field of
Dreams� this time, and then went out for their run.� Afterwards, they lazed in the whirlpool and
looked up at the stars.

The next morning, Will woke before
Don but he didn�t get up.� He lay in bed,
his arms around Don, and thought about the day.�
The morning was theirs, but after lunch their vacation on the DEA was
officially over.� It was time to get to
work.

For actually getting into the
Richland house, their best bet was their nightly run.� They�d have to case the place while it was
light for possible approaches.� Luckily,
some hiking trails went fairly close to the house.

Don stirred.

�Good morning, Sunshine,� Will said
with a smile.

�Sunshine?� Don mumbled.� �I
must be in the wrong bed.�

Will laughed. ��Just feeling optimistic this morning.� Do you want breakfast?�

�Coffee,� Don responded.

�Coffee isn�t breakfast,� Will
said, �Coffee is life.�

Don mumbled in agreement.

�Shall I go pick us up some coffee
and maybe some pastries?�

Don nodded and stretched.� �You�re always feeding me,� he teased.

�The way to a man�s heart�� Will
began.

��Is through his ass,� Don
completed with a laugh.�

�That too,� Will grinned.� He climbed out of bed and pulled on some
clothes.�

When he got back from the
restaurant with two tall coffees and some walnut-cranberry scones, Don was in
the shower.� Will took off his clothes
and climbed into the shower with him.�
Don welcomed him eagerly, and was soon fucking him against the tile
wall.�

After riding Will to sweet orgasm,
Don laughed and said, �So, did I find your heart?�

Will felt compelled to throw the
soap at him and a water fight ensued.�
They only stopped when the bathroom floor was covered with water and
threatening the carpet beyond.� They
shampooed each other�s hair and got out of the shower, feeling clean,
waterlogged and at peace with the world.

The morning passed pleasantly.� They ate their breakfast then went out and
played several games of tennis.� They
were pretty evenly matched so they had a lot of fun.� Afterwards, they were drenched with sweat,
and had to take a second shower in the flooded bathroom.�

Don was beginning to get restless
with the lack of television, so they walked over to the Clubhouse to find
diversion.� Hurrying quickly past a
therapy session in progress lest they be asked to join, they found the games
cabinet.� They grabbed a Trivial Pursuit
game and hustled back to the safety of their room.�

�Did I tell you what the guys said
when I told them we were going to a couples retreat?�� Don asked while they set up the game.

�No, what?�

�Colby said that we�d come out of
here calling each other �my darling� and Megan said that we�d stump a counselor
with our biggest couple�s issue being that you�re a better shot than me.�

�Well, �my darling,�� Will said
with a grin.� �I am.�

�Yeah, yeah,� Don grumbled amiably.

�I think our biggest couple�s issue
is your inability to cook,� Will said, still grinning.

�I can cook,� Don protested. ��I make great grilled cheese sandwiches.� I cook better than you golf.�

�Golf is boring,� Will said with a
wave of his hand.

�If we put money on it, would it be
less boring?�

�Less boring,� Will laughed. �But
still too boring to waste time on.�

Smiling and shaking his head, Don
reached for the dice.�

Lunch was a quiet meal as both
thought about the work to come.� After
lunch, they stopped by their room to change shoes then were off to the hiking
trails.� They quickly arrived at the spot
on the trail nearest the Richland house and looked around.� No one was in sight, either on the trails or
at the house.�

Will dropped to the ground and
began crawling through the underbrush, Don on his heels.� Will reached the edge of the groundcover and
stopped.� Don came up quietly at his side
and they studied the house.

�Wish I had my sniper�s sight,� Don
said.

�Not exactly normal vacation
luggage,� Will said.

�Even for a bounty hunter?�

�Even for a bounty hunter.�

They made do with their unaided
eyes and spotted a number of security cameras and motion detection sensors.

�Check out the basement windows,�
Will said, pointing.

Don squinted then said, �They�re bricked
over!� Cinder blocks, it looks like.�

�Bet that�s the lab itself.� Probably also fortified with steel doors and
metal bars.�

�Damn, these guys are serious.�

�Yeah,� Will said with rising excitement.� �This is really looking like our smartlab.�

The breeze shifted and Will lifted
his head.

�Mm,� Will said with a grin. ��Smell that?�

Don sniffed the air then wrinkled
his nose.� �Smells like rotting oranges
or cat piss.�

�Yup,� Will said, �That�s the smell
of a lab in action.�

Don�s eyes went wide.� �Do we need to find a phone?��

�Not yet,� Will said, shaking his
head.� �Not nearly enough to call in a
raid.� It could just be rotting oranges.�

Don looked disappointed.�

Will patted his shoulder,
remembering his enthusiastic rookie days.�
�We�ll need a lot more, but that�s the first real sign we�ve got that
we�re on the right track.�

�Other than the other four agents
having �accidents.��

�Could have just been accidents,�
Will said with a shrug.� �You know how �probable
cause� works.��

Don nodded.� �So, what�s next?�

�With that security, there�s no way
we�re getting in during the day.� We�ll
have to break in tonight, on our �run.��
Will rubbed his hands in anticipation.�
�That smell means they�re in the middle of a production cycle.� We could walk right in to find a whole row of
bubbling 22s.�

�22s,� Don said.� �I know that one.� They�re globe-shaped pieces of glassware used
for the main reaction.�

�Yep. They�ve got a batch of CTen
running right now.� If we just knew what
precursor they were using, we might be able to intercept that supply before
they even get it.�

�Right, it could be anything from
photography developer to parsley oil.�

�We need to get into that lab.�

There was nothing else they could
do until nightfall, so Don headed back to the swimming pool.� He�d gotten into swimming as conditioning for
baseball, and Will wasn�t surprised that he�d learned to do it well. �Will could tell that he was enjoying the
unusual access to a swimming pool.� Will
watched him for a few minutes then went to the meditation room.� It was empty again and Will quickly hung the
�occupied� sign on the door.� In the
fitness room, he found a light aluminum pole that would be an acceptable
substitute jo, the Japanese wooden
staff used in Aikido.� He returned to the
meditation room and removed his shoes and shirt.

Will took a deep breath and
centered himself.� When he felt ready, he
moved into tandoku renshu, formal
solo practice.� An hour later, he came
back to awareness of the world around him, to find that he had an
audience.� He�d forgotten to shut the
door and a woman was staring at him, positively drooling.� A man came up to her and grabbed her arm, his
face red.� As the man dragged her off,
the woman looked back at Will, smiling in a way she probably thought as
sexy.� Will chuckled to himself.� That couple had more problems than the woman
ogling a gay guy.

Will got back to the room to find
Don playing a racing car video game.�
Will sat down next to him, picked up the other controller, and left Don
in his dust.

They had dinner and Don went over
to the clubhouse to pick out a movie.� He
brought back �The Princess Bride.��

�What,� Will laughed, �They ran out
of baseball movies?�

�It�s got baseball in the beginning,�
Don said with a smile.� �And it�s funny.�

�You are a closet romantic,� Will
teased.

�Well,� Don said, curling his
finger around Will�s belt and pulling him close.� �You�ve been dragging me out of closets ever since
we met.�

Will grinned and kissed him with a
smack.� They started the movie and
snuggled on the couch.� Will practically
had the movie memorized, so he mostly enjoyed watching Don enjoy the
movie.� Don was finally letting his hair
grow out some again, and Will loved running his fingers through the dark silky
spikes.� He�d seen pictures of Don with
long hair and it could get as curly as Charlie�s.� Will chuckled to himself. He couldn�t imagine
Don spending as much time on his hair as Charlie did.

�What are you laughing about?� Don
asked.� �You�re not supposed to be
laughing at the Fire Swamp.�

�Just picturing you with long,
curly hair,� Will said, twirling a lock of Don�s hair around a finger.

�Well, you ain�t ever gonna see
it,� Don said, grimacing.� �I hate it
when it gets curly.�

Will watched Don for another long
moment.� �You know, babe,� he said
quietly.� �I think this retreat has been
good for us.�

�Oh?� Don said, pausing the movie
and raising his eyebrows.

�Yeah,� Will said.� �Glad to know we can work through tough
stuff.�

Don�s eyes twinkled.� �Not sure we used a generally approved
method.�

�Who cares?� Will said.� �All I care is what works for us.�

�Me too,� Don said and lifted his
face to kiss Will warmly.

�Romantic,� Will murmured.

�Look who�s talking,� Don
responded.

�Watch your movie,� Will said with
a grin.� �And I�ll pinch you if it looks
like you�re gonna start crying like a baby.�

Smiling, Don shoved him with his
shoulder and returned to the movie.

By the time nine forty-five rolled
around, they were itching to go out for their run.� Don�s face was serious and Will felt the
familiar buzz of anticipation.� They
silently shut the door behind them and ran down the sidewalk and out toward the
driveway.

They had barely reached the
driveway when a white delivery truck passed them, heading away from the
Richland house.� Don and Will stared at
each other in horror then began running up the driveway.�

As they neared the curve where the
driveway turned to go up to the house, they moved quietly into the woods.� Keeping low to the ground, their brightly colored
running clothes now a liability, they crept up to where they could see the
front of the house.

It was as Will feared � two men
were standing at the end of the driveway, one leaning on an empty
hand-truck.� They were average-looking
white guys, with brown hair and slight paunches, but Will knew that drug
dealers came in all packages.� He
recognized them as John and Jarvis Richland, and they looked tired but
satisfied.� Another Cloud Ten production
cycle had just finished.

Will swore
helplessly.� Another load of CTen was
making its way to LA and there was nothing he could do to stop it.� He could only hope that Sanchez caught it
coming out of the hills and trailed it until they could stop the truck without
giving any suspicion that they�d trailed it from Clear Creek.� He didn�t want Sanchez to have to make that
decision all agents dreaded � letting the drugs past or endangering the lives
of undercover agents.
�Missed it by minutes!� Don growled under his breath.� �Should we move in anyway?�

�Way too much activity tonight,� Will said with an agonized sigh.� �The mopes � the grunt laborers � will still
be around, cleaning things up.� And I can
guarantee that the brothers are armed and the security system is at
maximum.� Tomorrow night things should be
much quieter.� They�ll take at least a
24-hour break to cleanup, sleep, air out the house, get a fresh team of mopes
in.� Tomorrow will be a better chance to get
in and lay our eyes on the lab itself.�

Don ground his teeth in frustration.� �Nothing we can do?�

�Not without seeing the lab or getting a hold of some of
that shipment.� Damn, I wish I had my car keys,� Will snapped.� �Or my safe-cracking tools.�
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