A Without a Trace slash novel
written by Paige Aaron and Dani Martin
This is a crossover with the short-lived UPN series Swift Justice.
Story Summary: When Mac Swift goes missing, Randall Patterson, his long-time partner turns to Jack Malone's Missing Persons Unit to find him. But the case heightens the growing awareness of feeling Danny and Martin are both feeling, but neither man is ready to face or share just yet.
"Swift and Patterson," Danny said. "I just don't see it."
Martin frowned, confused. "Don't see what?"
Taylor blinked. He had assumed that Martin would be all over that. But he didn't take the bait. Didn't even seem to know what it was he was taking about. And that surprised him – a lot. "You know that they're–"
Danny nodded and gave a half shrug. Fitzie was taking this a lot better than he had imagined and hope flared in his heart, and in his groin. "I'm just saying that they don't strike me as gay, that's all."
Blue eyes flashed. "Maybe they're not gay," Martin said. "Maybe they're both bisexuals who just happened to fall in love with each other."
"Oh, come on, Martin," Danny challenged him. "You can't tell me you think these guys remotely come off as gay."
"I guess they don't," Fitzgerald replied honestly. "But I can tell you Patterson's out of his mind with worry, especially after seeing this little horror film."
Danny straightened and leaned forward, his voice dropping as he said, "Just between you and me, can you see them? You know...?"
Martin swallowed hard, having no trouble at all seeing the two men, or him and Danny in bed together. "Making love?" he asked.
Danny hesitated, then nodded, his curiosity getting the upper hand. "Yeah." He could see it plain as day, or at least as plainly as he saw himself in his dreams.
Martin thought for a moment. "Okay, I'll admit that my first impression of Patterson didn't say he was gay, but he says he and Swift have been together for six years now. And that file you pulled together says that they're registered as domestic partners, right?"
"All true," Danny admitted. And if Patterson and Swift could pull it off, why not him and Martin? "But you have to admit, they're not your typical gay couple."
"Hell, Danny, what does a 'typical gay couple' look like?"
"It wouldn't look like these guys."
"Why, because they look like a couple of straight guys?"
*Because they look like you and me, Harvard, and I know I want to fuck you where you sit!* "Yeah, I guess so. Look, just forget it. It's been a long day. I'm babbling worse than a brook."
Martin looked decidedly relieved. "It's forgotten." He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at the images that continued to play, over and over. After a few moments he asked softly, "Does it bother you?"
"No," Danny said quickly. "Look, I don't care who someone sleeps with, as long as nobody gets hurt, you know?"
Martin nodded. "Yeah, I know, works for me, too. Think we'll find Swift alive?"
"Taylor's Rule Number One: hope for the best, prepare for the worst, and never let the family see either one on your face."
Martin sighed and nodded again, his eyes opening. "Just doesn't seem fair, though, you know? These are two of the good guys."
"Yeah, I know," Danny agreed, wishing he could lean over and kiss the stress lines around Martin's eyes away.
Jack leaned into the room and said, "I talked to the lab boys. We won't have anything back for a few more hours. Why don't both of you grab some sleep while you can."
"Will do," Martin replied as he stood. He glanced over at Danny and added, "My place uptown is closer. You want to borrow the couch?"
Danny nodded. *Rather borrow the other side of the bed...*
96 pages. $10 for PDF version with color cover.
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