Stuart stepped into the Fitzpatrick residence behind Ciaran ruffling the boy's head when he received a happy thanks in that sweet Irish accent Ciaran had that sounded so much like Euan's. He watched as the boy disappeared inside the house and called out for his Dad. Gee stood by the door, watching Ciaran go with a fond smile on her face, and Stuart ( Read more... )

Under normal circumstances, people would generally offer a mutual greeting when one visited the other, but the fact that Stuart and Tom were literally just newlyweds had a lot of influence on how they greeted each other these days. After the initial upset, the wedding had gone off without a hitch, and all those things people say about their wedding ( Read more... )

Stuart's mobile phone was sitting on a small stone wall about ten paces away from him. He had turned the volume down, but now and again, he could still hear the soft buzz of it vibrating against the old stone. The Tyne River curled around the banks and a little further away was the oldest bridge in Scotland. His face was schooled into a serious ( Read more... )

Somewhere along the line, with the change in plans to accommodate the stop at Gretna Green, it was decided that there would be a car shuffle from that point on. Tom would transfer to Ethan and Sophie's car, Stuart would go with Ian, Angus and Braden, and Kenzie and Jules would take Tom's car. It seemed there was more than one romantic in the bunch ( Read more... )

By the time Stuart got home after helping Gee move the whole day, he would swear every single muscle in his body was aching. Even the ones he couldn't even remember having. Tom still wasn't home when he got there, so he took a long, hot shower and indulged in letting the water beat heavily down on his aching shoulders and back. Ever since the deep- ( Read more... )

Stuart pulled two bottles of beer from the cooler bag on the windowsill, twisting the tops off both of them and brought them back to where Gee was sitting on a bean bag in the middle of a pile of boxes in the large, empty living room. He handed one of the beers to her, and then sat down on one of the boxes, taking a large mouthful from the bottle ( Read more... )

37 days.

Oh my fucking god.

Dodgy milk in the coffee machine.

No new leads.

Absentee partner.

Larson having an argument on the phone.

Gee staring off into space.

I wonder if anyone would notice if I skipped out to bonk my lover?

Hey, Fitzpatrick just called in sick. What's wrong with him? Bonking injury? You getting rough with him again, huh?

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[Attached is a link to a You Tube video of DS Larson and DC Evans enthusiastically doing the YMCA on a bar top together shirtless and holding pint glasses]