Nothing Special V (Nothing Special 5)

“Tech…” Ruxs waited for a second then continued. “Give me an image of the house address in Peoplestown you just sent, and its perimeter.”

Steele hadn’t noticed Ruxs’ earpiece but obviously, it was in. He leaned forward and watched the screen flicker as a series of pictures appeared of a modern, two-story home with a nice lawn. The neighborhood looked pretty quiet.

“Nice setup for a dockworker,” Green added, his eyes going from the road to the screen.

“Got it, Tech.” Ruxs tapped the watch on his arm that looked identical to the one Tech wore. Then he noticed Green’s too. He found himself wanting one, wanting his own personal connection as well.

“Is there anything Tech can’t do?” Steele asked casually.

Green and Ruxs laughed and exchanged looks. “Not really,” Green answered first, pushing back a few strands of wild hair that had fallen forward. “He does it all. All our training and recerts. We do our own research, but he can always find way more than we do. But a lot of information he acquires can’t be used in court because of how he attains it, but it points us in a good direction to get what we can use. It really is because of him that we have the success rate we do, which in turn, gets us special privileges. He handles all our weapons and technology, making sure we have only the best. He’s the best detective in the world that never gets out from behind a desk. It’s amazing he hasn’t left us and the shitty pay. But he’s loyal and he loves us. He likes making a difference, not building some billionaire his next greatest Pentium processor.

“So what’s his story?” Steele hoped he sounded nonchalant.

Green turned around and looked at him. He stared for a few seconds before he answered. “If you wanna know, ask him yourself.”

Asshole.

God

“So, how do you think Steele’s going to do out there?” God asked Day as they drove to their meeting at the DA’s office.

“I think he’ll shock us. Putting him with them was a good idea. He’s military… disciplined. Ruxs and Green could use a little of that in their crazy routine,” Day responded, his eyes watching the scenery. He was always on alert, on or off duty.

“Yeah. I hope it works out. He could be a good asset. I was reading more of his file. He could be put anywhere. On the ground, up high with Michaels. Wherever we need him.” God nodded, feeling better about this new addition. “It looked like him and Tech smoothed things over, too.”

Day nodded again. He’d been exceptionally quiet this morning and all day today. Usually, God couldn’t get him to shut up. Maybe he was still shaken about the shootout last week. “Everything all right?”

“Look, Cash. I’ve been thinking.” Day scrubbed his hand over his stubble. “If you don’t want to get married… I’ll understand. I know you said yes, but… if you’ve changed your mind.”

“Whoa. Where’s this coming from? I said yes and I meant yes,” God said, barreling through the yellow light right as it was turning red.

“Well, it’s going on a year. I thought we would’ve at least come up with a date by now. I think Vikki has emailed me every month asking for a date.” Day gaped at him.

“Goddamn, that woman needs to get a life. Ever since she left working for us and joined the prosecutor’s office, she’s done nothing but meddle. If her life is that boring over there, then she needs to get a damn hobby and stop stirring up trouble!” God barked.

“Trouble? She asked to plan it for us so we’re not consumed with details, and you just called it trouble. Cashel, this is ridiculous. I’m not gonna let—” Day stopped and blew out an angry breath like he was trying to calm himself down.

Shit. “What’s your hurry, Leo? I don’t plan on going anywhere. It’s not a bad idea to be engaged for a while.” God shrugged like it was no big deal. He had meant it when he said yes, but he didn’t think they had to run down the aisle as soon as he did.

“Fuck it. I’m done talking about it.” Day threw his hands up and turned to look back out the window. “You let me know when you decide for both of us.”

“Day, you’re being a bit melodramatic, don’t you think? I just haven’t had time to talk about it. I’ve been busy, you know that.”

“You watched five episodes of Naked and Afraid last night, for fuck’s sake! That’s nothing but goddamn time!” Day yelled.

God winced. This could get bad, fast. He didn’t like Day upset with him. “Just let me get my shit together, okay. And we’ll talk about it.”

“That’s elusive as hell, Cash, but what-the-fuck-ever,” Day retorted, shutting down.

At the DA’s office, they were as professional as they always were. Fully supportive of each other while they prepared for the trial they had to testify in. But inside, he was torn about being honest with his partner. Day had mentioned venues, caterers, and so forth while trying to get God to open up. He knew his silence was making it appear he’d not been sincere in accepting the proposal and it was hurting Day… that wasn’t going to fly. He wanted to get married. There was no other person on this Earth for him, no better fit. But God wasn’t a showoff, and definitely not one for appearances. He didn’t want a wedding. He just wanted to get married. How the hell could he tell Day that? He didn’t know, but he’d put it off long enough.