[RP] ...and I think I'm running out of gas...

[irish_sherlock]

It was the perfect night...Mike was offworld until the next day, they both had a day off, and he was still sporting a nice split lip and eyebrow from the fight he'd gotten into with Lieutenant Fraser a couple days before. Jim wasn't a jealous man, but the fact that Fraser had grabbed Addie's ass and it bothered her enough to tell Jim about it was

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[no_russianbride]

Fraser had been bordering on crass most the night, and the blatant pass he made at her just turned her stomach. She mentioned it to Jim and well being the guy that he was, he set Fraser straight. Addie had let her fingers trace over the scrape adorning his eyebrow, and she soothed the split lip with gentle kisses. Dinner, and the usual activities rounded out the night, and Addie fell asleep in Jim's arms with Mike talking in his sleep in the bed beside them when he finally returned from off-world

[irish_sherlock]

Jim's eyes shut as pain etched his features...Christ, he knew this had to be killing Mikey, and not just 'cause he was alone, but because he knew what was on the line here. He might even doubt Jim, and that he didn't begrudge his brother in the least...hell, Mike had been the one to get him the fuck out of that life

[no_russianbride]

She leaned into the contact, letting his hand press to her cheek for a moment before he started to speak. She tried to focus on his hands through her hair, the light touch and the hardness in his eyes. She wanted to actually understand what was going on, and it didn't seem to be something that was as simple as a misunderstanding

[irish_sherlock]

"Addie...people died 'cause of me." he admitted quietly. "And I mean that in a real direct kinda way. I...baby, you gotta know what I did, what I am. I need you to hear this, no matter how bad it hurts, 'cause it's killing me. But..."

Refusing to finish the thought, he held her gaze and pressed on, voice tense, quiet, and rapid. "I was leading them after a few years...even got mixed up with organized crime." He paused, hanging his head in shame as he shut his eyes tight. "Even right now, there's three or four unsolved cases LAPD Homicide still likes me for...but those four ain't any of the six I actually *did* kill. But Addie...Addie, baby, you gotta know that I got out. Years ago...little while 'fore I joined the military and shit. But that's why they like me for this, 'cause of...all of it. But that ain't me anymore, baby...you gotta believe me, Addie..."