Danny Newell has loved Locke for six years. Every time they have to work together that love grows just a little bit more desperate. Of course, it would be easier if Locke gave him the time of day. When Danny gets a phone call late at night and goes out on a mission by himself, the last person he expects to go after him is Locke. Being stuck on a mission with a man that despises him is not his favorite thing, to say the least.
Danny Newell had always had a hard time sleeping, and now that Locke was back in his life, however temporarily, it made that particular necessary task impossible. Danny made his way through the house to the kitchen. He filled the coffee pot with water and poured it in the machine. After measuring out coffee, he dumped it into the filter and leaned against the counter waiting for it to brew.
He’d always had a thing for Locke. It was this instant attraction, which crashed down on him whenever they had to work together. It was as if Danny got hit over the head every time he saw the man. It didn’t help that the past few years, since the house had been finished, whenever Lakehouse Security worked with Justin’s team, they stayed at the house.
It had been over a year since Danny had to experience all that was Locke, and in that time, he’d almost forgotten what Locke did to him. The reprieve was a good thing considering Locke didn’t even seem to like breathing the same air as Danny.
One-sided attractions sucked sometimes.
The only consolation was that Locke would be going home soon, as it seemed they were almost finished with the cult kidnapping cases. The compound that Phillip Avery ran was shut down, and Avery was in prison, probably for the rest of his life if someone didn’t shank him while he was in there. That man believed his own bullshit too much. Someone would get annoyed and just kill him to put themselves out of misery. Danny had had the privilege of listening in through the communication system the day he finally did get arrested.
Danny stood up straight when he heard footsteps coming from down the hall. Locke came into the kitchen, stopping short when he saw Danny. He hesitated for a couple seconds before fully entering the room.
“Mind if I steal a cup of that?” Locke said, nodding his head in the direction of the coffee pot that was currently gurgling out its last drop.
Locke was fully dressed, as usual. Danny had never seen him in any other state, which was weird considering it was the middle of the night. Danny had on sleep pants and a t-shirt that had a hole in the front. Both articles of clothing were like a thousand years old.
“Sure,” Danny answered him and smiled. Locke looked as stone-faced as ever. “So you couldn’t sleep either. I have a problem sometimes. Always have. My mind just won’t shut off long enough for me to sleep, so when I do finally sleep I crash for hours.” Shut up, Danny. That was another thing, actually. He fucking rambled whenever he was around Locke. He never did that around anyone else, just Locke.
Locke just poured himself a cup of coffee and took a sip. He had this weird look on his face as he stared at Danny for long minutes before finally leaving the room without so much as a goodbye.
“Rude,” Danny said under his breath. He poured himself a cup and took it back to his office. He sipped as he played his video games.
Danny would never tell his brothers, but most of his time was spent playing video games. Most of the information they needed for their cases was fairly straightforward, stuff anybody with a little bit of knowhow could get.
He was particularly obsessed with a game where he had to battle aliens that looked like gigantic metal bugs, which was what he was doing when Xander came into the room, without knocking of course.
“What are you, ten years old?” Xander said and threw a file on his desk next to his arm.
“I’ll have you know that statistically there are a lot of men my age who play this game.” He had no idea if there was even statistical data that supported his claim, but Xander didn’t know that.
Xander crossed his arms in front of his chest, which indicated he was annoyed by Danny. By now, Danny had gotten pretty good at reading all four of his brothers, including his oldest brother who was serving in the military. He just wished he could read Locke that well, but that man was a mystery to him.
Just thinking about Locke pissed Danny off enough that he snapped at Xander. “What do you want, Xander?”