“Fuck, Cash,” Day whispered, completely out of breath. After Day got his wits about him, he noticed that God and Johnson were in a serious stare off over his head.

Johnson broke first and looked down at Day.

“You’re fucking God now?” Johnson asked disbelievingly.

“Okay, it just sounds wrong when you say it like that, so I’m not going to comment.” Day inched away from the two giants and propped himself up on one of the break room tables. “I think I’ll watch this one from the sidelines.”

“You’re goddamn right he’s with me. So you have to find someone else to harass every day, Johnson.” God huffed. “Or are you going to run and tell daddy?”

Johnson stepped closer to God and Day watched God’s non-reaction to the detective’s scowl.

“I didn’t know you batted for my team, God.”

“Johnson, even if you were on the all-star team I wouldn’t bat for your team. I’m with Day and that’s just it.” God crossed his arms.

“Well a man like Day requires commitment, effort, someone to put in full-time work. You are more of a detached from society kind of guy aren’t you, God? I mean are you up for the type of job required to keep him as yours?” Johnson smirked and took a sip of his coffee.

“Yeah, I know all about that job, Johnson, because I worked the hell out of it last night.” God stepped in even closer and mock whispered. “But you know what the difference is between me and you and our jobs? I usually quit mine; you end up getting fired. But seriously. You can stop applying with Day, because the position’s been fuckin’ filled.” God caught the muffin Day threw at him and walked out the door.

Day did very little to hide his grin as he drank his coffee.

The Gayest of Them All

The meeting went almost four hours. They had received inside knowledge from an informant posing as a dockworker that the schedule had been changed and the shipment was coming in tomorrow, not three weeks from now.

They had no choice but to go ahead with the raid tomorrow. Everyone had their assignments. God and Day would be on the grounds rounding up suspects, and their primary target was the kingpin. They stood outside the conference room talking with a few of the department heads. Day had a hard time concentrating with God looking at him like that. True he would always think of God sexually, but he also knew that this takedown was going to be dangerous. What if he lost God when he’d just officially gotten him?

They estimated about forty-to-fifty men on the dock, not including those coming in on the container ship. This was not their first raid by far and God and Day operated like a well-oiled machine, but somehow this one felt different.

This is why they don’t like couples working in the same precinct. Fuck. I need more coffee.

Day left God talking with the captain while he went in search of another refill. Day was sipping on a fresh cup of Mocha coffee with French vanilla cream when Johnson approached him.

“Are you and God seriously together, or were you just fucking with me?” Johnson asked in lieu of greeting.

Day groaned and turned toward his current headache. “That’s an awful lot to go through just to fuck with you, don’t you think, Johnson?”

Johnson threw both hands up in a gesture that said he didn’t give a shit. “Hey, whatever floats your boat, man.”

Johnson dug in the fridge and popped open a Coke. He turned back and Day thought immediately Johnson was going to try to convince Day he was making a huge mistake.

“So do you have any recommendations?” Johnson asked, not looking Day directly in his eyes.

“W-what?” Day stuttered. “Are you asking me who you should boink?”

“Jesus, Day, no.” Johnson waved his hand at him. “You know what… never mind.”

Day felt a little bad for Johnson. Maybe the guy was kind of lonely… perhaps in need of a good, hard boinking. Day was actually deep in thought when God strolled in with a thin file folder.

Day put down his cup and pointed at the file. “What’s that?”

“It’s nun-ya,” God said opening the refrigerator.

“What?” Day frowned.

“Nun-ya business.” God smirked.

“Oh you’re just full of corny-assed jokes today aren’t you, darlin’?” Day threw a packet of sugar at him.

God came up and kissed Day on his forehead. When Day looked over at Johnson, who was still slowly sipping his soda, the guy did look lonely as hell. Before Day could say something kind, his other headache strolled in.

“Oh hell. What the fuck is going on in here? This must be the officer’s gay alliance club meeting.”

Day blew an exasperated breath. “And now that you’re here, Ronowski, all members are present and we can begin.”

Day smiled as God and Johnson practically spit their drinks out laughing.

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