Furi’s face, his hair, his taut, firm body all popped into Syn’s mind again. Fuck. Syn had been married to his career for so long. He dedicated every single day to being the best, so he could live up to, and eventually pass his father’s legacy. Now that he was satisfied with his job status, he sensed there was something missing. It felt like his job had stopped fulfilling his needs. The respect with which the uniforms, Detectives, and even other agencies treated him gave him a feeling of superiority. Maybe he shouldn’t feel that way, but come on. Who wouldn’t relish that feeling?
It was almost seven in the morning, most people where with their significant other, trading sections of the paper over coffee, bacon and eggs, before they were sent off with a kiss and a 'have a good day'. Syn grunted and took a bite of his plain bagel. Hell, even his breakfast was boring.
Surely God and Day were ensuring right now that they both started off their day with a smile. It must be pretty cool working with your life partner. Watching their back while they watched yours. It was not the norm for couples to partner on the police force. They were usually assigned to separate precincts. Syn had heard of the situation God and Day were in when they’d headed up a raid that resulted with Day having a gun pointed at his head by a very angry cornered drug lord. The negotiations were not going well and in what were supposed to be the final seconds of Day’s life, God snapped. He’d threatened to kill the drug lord’s parents, children, grandchildren, neighbors and anyone else he was associated with. Syn heard from some of the officers that witnessed it that God was nothing short of demonic. He’d asked the drug lord if he'd ever met the devil, because that’s who’d he’d become if the criminal killed the man he loved. God had really put the fear of God into the man. He’d growled and threatened enough to back the man into the sight of sharpshooters. One shot to the side of the head, and it ended with another victory for God and Day.
That’s when Captain Myers learned of their involvement, but he’d refused to lose his best Narcotics Detectives to another precinct, so as long as their relationship didn’t interfere with their work, God and Day were the only couple that worked together; partners on and off the job. They were much more effective together than apart, and despite Syn’s irritation over their quirks, they were a kick-ass duo to work with.
Syn wanted that. Although he’d never really been in a full-on relationship, he knew what love was. He wanted someone to have his back. Someone that he could let his guard down with, so he didn’t have to maintain control all the time. A partner that would take the reins; just let Syn feel. Geez. Syn shook his head. That would never happen for him. The closest he’d ever come to that was with Rhodes, but he’d left him when Syn wouldn’t give up control. Syn never would take that final step and let the man have him. Did you have to be intimate in order to call it a relationship? Shit, he didn’t know. But at least Rhodes understood him. Rhodes was a cop, he knew the job and what it entailed. No one wanted a relationship with a cop who was on call twenty-four hours a day and could have bullets flying at him at any time.
Syn saw he had a few minutes before he had to leave for his meeting with Day and God. He opened up his laptop and went to Amazon. He was not the shopping type. If he was forced to shop, he was definitely the one-click type. He quickly scanned the photos of some home décor and purchased a couple pieces of Phoenix canvas art to hang on the living room wall, and a tan microfiber/leather sectional that even came with decorative pillows. It would all be delivered by Monday. Syn figured if he ever got around to having some company, they’d at least have somewhere to sit.
Syn made his way through the bullpen to the office that was home to the task force. It was an exceptionally large space, primarily floor to ceiling glass with blinds on the inside walls in case they needed privacy from the rest of the squad. The door read ‘Special Task Force – Narcotics’ and underneath were the names Lieutenant Cashel Godfrey, Lieutenant Leonidis Day, Sergeant Corbin Sydney. The carpeted office's interior was spacious and comfortable. The windows on the opposite side overlooked the east end of the block. Day was the one responsible for the plants and few decorative items that sat along the wall with their collected awards and commendations. Included was a large photo of God and Day shaking hands with the Police Commissioner and the Mayor, and various photos of their team.