"Man this absolutely sucks. Why is Balker such a cuck." John complained as he slouched lower in his seat. "Because you are what you eat." I replied as I watched out the window. When we had gotten back we'd been allowed to give Christian the perfume but directly after we where pulled into the Bosses office where we got chewed out. As punishment for shoving our noses where they didn't belong we got put on speeding duty which means all we do is sit in the car and wait.

"Well that explains why you're a major dick." John said and started laughing as I turned around with a mock gasp and punched his arm. "If anything you're the gay one, at least I don't paint my nails." I teased. "YOU KNOW I PAINT THEM CAUSE I HAVE THIN NAILS YOU ASS!" John shouted and swatted the back of my head while I died laughing. "Do you remember that time we talked to that one chick who got sent to jail for fraud and she kept asking how you paint them so flawlessly." I asked still laughing.

"And when I told her that I didn't do anything to them except just put the nail polish on them her eyes got so wide and her jaw dropped." John was laughing to now at the shared memory. "And then there was that one time we had to infiltrate that gay bar and all the guys kept hitting on you." "Hey! They might have been hitting on me but you didn't see all the looks you where getting hot stuff."

I blushes slightly as we continued to laugh. Eventually the laughter calmed down and we both sat staring out the windows incredibly bored. That is until John suddenly sat up. "You know what we need to improve this?" He said with a evil smile. "John, no do-" but it was to late he was already getting out the car and I had no choice but to follow.

By the time I got out he already had his phone out and he flashed me another smile. "John, we're right next to a road. Don't embarrass yourself." I pleaded. "Please, we haven't seen a car in like two hours. Besides it'll be fun." He said and smiled again then held out his hand.

I sighed and took it and he began to play music from his phone. "Dance party!" John cheered as Celebrate by Pit Bull played. I couldn't fight off the smile as me and him began to dance around. Neither of us could actually dance though John claimed he could twerk (I've never seen it so I can't confirm or deny) so it was basically us just flailing around stupidly. But neither of us could fight off the laughter that came from watching the other.

When the music ended a much calmer song came on we where both leaning against each other on the hood of the car. "You ass, like five cars drove past." I said lightly panting still. "And those five cars got quite the treat." John said and winked at me. I blushed slightly and flopped back onto the hood so I was staring up at the sky. It was a beautiful blue with white puffy clouds here and there. A beautiful day.

John laid down beside me and I felt our hands brush but I didn't pay it any attention because it wasn't a big deal. "Hey Smitty." John said after a bit. "What's up?" I asked still watching the clouds drift by. John sat up and his hand moved on top of mine and without thinking I intertwined our fingers. John opened his mouth the speak but glanced down at our hands and blushed.

I don't understand what the big deal is? We're just two bros holding hands cause we're comfortable with our sexuality. "I er...got something to tell you." "Shoot." I said as I turned my head to look at him. "Well um...I'm gay." "Yeah I know." "Now I know this is new and it might take some adjustments b- wait you knew!?" I nodded and looked back towards the sky. "I mean yeah. You're not really slick about hiding it and it's kinda obvious. I'm totally fine with it dude." I said with a shrug.

"So I've been in the closet for no reason." John said sounding puzzled still. "Your closet was made of glass." I said and smirked. He snorted and shook his head. His phone began to buzz and he pulled it out and after answering put it on speaker.

"Hey Christian, any news?" John asked. "Yeah, I just got the test results back for that perfume. It was like 85% ricin. That's definitely what killed her." "Where they're any fingerprints on it?" Just Annabella's, Penelope, and Balker who wouldn't stop fiddling with the damned thing. He was so sure there was a clue on it. For a detective he sucks." Christian complained. "That he does," I agreed. "Have we found anything about her family?" "Her mother passed away eight years ago and a team already talked to her dad but he's got a bad case of Alzheimer's. He didn't even remember having a daughter."

I frowned and looked at John who was also frowning. Penelope is our only lead. "Alright, we'll check in on Penelope tomorrow-" "not tomorrow," John interrupted "we have litter duty then." "Alright well, we'll visit her the day after then. Thank you Christian." "No problem you two." And then he hung up.

A car zipped down the road and I jumped up. "Come on gay boy, we got a speeder to go catch." I said and flicked John's forehead before sliding into my seat.