BETA: None. WILL have spelling and grammar mistakes. (Please don't complain as I've just warned you.)
Sex: Not in this chapter.
Setting: Chapters One - Six take place during episodes 1 & 2 of season three.
A/N: Okay, so I'm back finally with the third story in my Kent/Chandler series. Unlike the first two stories, I won't be concentrating on the cases so much, unless they have relevance to the boy's relationship. (Which mainly means case three - which I'm sure I'm not alone in hating.) As those of you who've read the previous two stories know, (if you haven't, you really should or this won't make much sense.) I try to keep as close to the series as possible, even using actual dialogue from the episodes, this obviously mean I don't own said dialogue, the rights to that and the characters, belong the makers of Whitechapel.
Assuming you've seen season three, you'll know that this isn't going to be all sunshine and flowers and will not have an all-tied-up happy ending as I am waiting to hear whether we will be gaining a season four. If we sadly do not, I will write a story that will tie up the loose ends of Kent and Chandler's relationship; if we do you'll have to wait to see what the show has in store for us.
He wished he'd never come. He wasn't the most social person at the best of times but he was Mansell's boss which made attendance mandatory. It wasn't the reception that was all that hard to cope with, he'd been to weddings before, and this was tame by previous standards. It was standing in a small pub, ten feet away from his ex, watching every bridesmaid in the room chat him up. Not that he didn't blame them.
It had been four months since they called it quits, and Joe had gone out of his way to prove to the junior officer that they could continue to work together. He knew he should have accepted Emerson's transfer request. It would have been the fairest thing, but he just hadn't wanted to lose him, still clinging to the hope that they could fix things. But as the months passed, that small flame of hope was beginning to dwindle. There were times though, when he and Kent were forced to be alone together when that flame was fanned and oil was added to bring it to life again.
A lot had changed over the past four months, the commander having kept his word. They'd gained a larger office, extra staff, one such in the form of Meg Riley, her name having been put forward by Miles. They'd had a few interesting case over the months, nothing as consuming as the Ripper or the Kray's, but it was enough to have Joe considering bring Buchan on board as a researcher. - Hopefully without losing Miles in the process.
Joe was sat at a table at the end of the pub, alone with his pint. He wanted to leave, couldn't wait to leave, but he knew he had to see this through to the end. His heart clenched tight as Kent staggered towards him. He'd never been any good at holding his drink, as proven at The Police Awards some five or six month earlier, where he'd drunkenly let slip that he loved him. That had really been the beginning of the end for them. Those three words had led to Joe making the biggest mistake of his life.
He watched Kent drop heavily into the chair beside him and sway a little. He hoped he would speak to him, but instead he lowered his head onto the table, pillowed by his arms and seemed to have passed out. He was awoken a few little while later when Mansell demanded everyone should dance. He looked over at the younger man, wishing not only that he had the courage to ask him, but also the confidence that he would say yes. Kent sat up straight, looking around in confusion, his gaze meeting Joe's.
"You should go home, Kent."
"I'm…" he hiccupped. "…Fine."
Joe rolled his eyes and glanced over at the party.
"Come on. I'll drive you."
"I'm fine." Kent insisted once more.
Joe lent forward a little. "Em, come on. You're in no state to get yourself home."
Joe stood, shrugging into his overcoat and waited. Reluctantly Kent followed suit, slipping on his jacket and trailing after Joe, out to his car. He'd only had two drinks and was confident he was safe to drive. Kent climbed into the passenger seat and slouched against the window. With a warm affectionate sigh, Joe leant over and pulled the seat beat across him. Wishing he hadn't when he caught a whiff of the younger man's cologne. A scent that at one time had hung in the air of his apartment. It had faded away now, and Joe regretted that. Pulling back, he started the car. They were back outside a familiar red door in half an hour. Joe unfastened the seatbelt and nudged Kent. "We're here."
Emerson moaned. "Hmmm?"
"Oh." he opened his eyes and peered up at the door. "Oh." he groaned. "Why are we here?" he asked sleepily.
"Because it's where you live." Joe smiled.
Kent sat up and shifted towards him, an all too familiar look in his dark brown eyes. "Can't we go back to yours." he brushed his hand up Joe's thigh.
Part of Joe wanted to agree, wanted to take Emerson back to his place and make-up all night, but he knew he couldn't. He knew what would happen when morning came and Kent remembered that they weren't together any more. So he wrapped his fingers around Emerson's wrist, stopping its progress. "No." he said firmly.
The younger man moaned. "Oh, come on Joe. I'm not that drunk." he whined.
"You clearly are, Kent, or you wouldn't be propositioning me."
Emerson ignored him, shifting to bury his nose into Joe's neck, sweeping his tongue up it, before sucking on it hard. Joe's head fell back against the headrest and he moaned. Go with it. This might be him wanting to get back together. Joe's brain said over and over, as his fingers loosened on Kent's wrist, allowing the man to break free and continue up to cup him through his trousers. Joe pulled his lips through his teeth as he moaned again, his hips arching up into the younger man's hand. His own right hand tightened around the steering wheel, while his left moved to tangle his fingers deep in Emerson's dark curls.
The sound of his fly being opened and steady fingers tugging at his slowly hardening erection, pulled him out of his daze. He pulled away. "Em…..Kent, we can't do this."
"Why?" he whined.
"Because…." he swallowed hard.
"If it's about doing it in the car, you could come up. You know Robin and Mark know about us."
"There is no us, Kent." Joe said with a shaky voice. "Remember. You called it off." he didn't look at the man, choosing instead to keep his gaze locked on the car in front.
Kent pulled back, his mind clearing. "Oh….Right." he flushed. "I….Sorry."
"It's fine." Joe swallowed, so desperately wanted to beg him to take him back, to promise never to underestimate him again. Instead, he sat shock still, both hands on the wheel, with an arching erection in his pants. "Goodnight." he murmured.
"Yes. - Night….Sir."
Joe closed his eyes and flinched at the word. The door slammed closed and Joe was left sat silently staring into the darkness. He took a glance at the red door and sighed to see it closing behind Kent. Warily, he started the car and heading home, cursing himself and the Kray's for the billionth time in four months.
He didn't get much sleep before he was called to a crime scene. He arrived at the same time as Miles and was surprised to find he was still suffering the effects of the wedding reception. "You're still drunk from last night." he accused.
"It still is last night." Miles grumbled. "You called before I got to bed." he looked up at the younger man. "Didn't leave with anyone did you? All those bridesmaids going begging."
"Force please." Joe replied.
Miles knew of course, he'd seen them leave together and was sort of hoping that they'd fixed whatever it was going on. It wasn't easy working in a station where two members of the team were barely on speaking terms. He knew that was exactly why office romances were forbidden. Though he had to admit the pair never let it affect the job. Miles concerned was more personal. Over the past two years, almost, they'd become good friends, at least he thought they had. He wanted the man to be happy, like he'd been before the Kray case, before everything had gone wrong between him and Kent. They didn't think he knew, they thought they were being all subtle; the truth was he'd known for almost as long as they'd been together, his wife having pointed it out. At first he had been totally against it, they had rules for a reason, but after seen how Joe had calmed down at they were together and then how Joe had almost cracked up completely when they'd broken up, he knew life in Whitechapel would be better with them together. - And he'd tell him so. - If Joe trusted him enough to confide the truth.
A/N: And we're off. How was that for you? Really would like to hear from you. Sorry the chapter was so short.