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What on Earth possessed me to decide to do this? I'm even depressing myself!
Partner Of FBI Director Dies At Home
Washington DC Police confirmed early this morning that Colby Granger, husband of FBI Director David Sinclair, died last night in their home.
Sinclair, the FBI's first openly gay director, celebrated his retirement last night with Washington's political and law enforcement elite.
Sinclair and Granger, who met as young agents in Los Angeles, married in Washington six months after the ban on openly gay and lesbian service members (commonly known as 'Don't Ask Don't Tell') was lifted. Over the following twenty years, Sinclair rose through the ranks of the FBI to become only the second Black director five years ago. Meanwhile, Granger moved over to the Defensive Criminal Investigative Service, retiring the year Director Sinclair took up his post. Both Sinclair and Granger have become well-known in the gay rights community; Sinclair has served as honorary chair of Men Of All Colors Together for the past two years.
Sinclair has declined to make a statement. Washington Police Chief Hannah Smith has confirmed that there is no suspicion of foul play.
Image: Director Sinclair and Agent Granger kiss at the end of Sinclair's speech at his retirement party last night
Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, spoilers for final episode of season 1
Danny had meant to ease into what he was going to say – truthfully, he'd half-wondered if they'd sleep together, known he probably would if Steve seemed like he wanted to go that way, never mind Rachel and Grace and the new baby waiting in New Jersey for him. Maybe three weeks had been long enough to forget how well Steve could read him though.
It hadn't been long enough for Steve, out of prison less than a day, to forget how well he knew Danny, however.
"You knocked," Steve said, holding the door open. Danny could actually see defeat settling over him, when it had only just started to lift.
"You grumbled at me about it often enough." Danny held up the six pack he'd brought. "Figured maybe we could use it."
Steve nodded, stepping back to let Danny inside, then following him through to the beach. Even for Steve, the silence was unnerving, but Danny didn't know how to break it. Steve wouldn't even meet his eyes as he took the beer Danny offered him.
"Look, I – " he started, but Steve shook his head.
"You're leaving," Steve said quietly.
"Who told you?" Danny asked, since there wasn't any point denying it. He'd never been able to argue with Steve, not effectively, and it wasn't any fun like this.
"No-one, Danny, I'm not an idiot. You haven't mentioned Grace all day."
"And from that, you deduce that, what? I'm leaving."
"You are." Steve took a long swallow from his bottle, eyes fixed on the darkened ocean. "You were cuddled up with Rachel in hospital, and now Grace is gone. If Grace is gone, you'll be going too. She's why you came here, remember?"
Danny did, and saying that Hawaii wouldn't be home without Rachel and Grace. He didn't know if that was still true, but that didn't matter any more. He wasn't prepared to stick around and find out. "She's pregnant," he said. "It's mine. She's sure."
"Okay."
"Listen, I should – maybe go?"
Steve turned there, his face as bleak as it had been from the other side of the car window, when Chin arrested him. Danny couldn't bear it, any more than he could the way Grace had looked at him during the worst of the separation. He was crouched in front of Steve, one hand on the back of his neck, before he thought about it. "We'll still be friends," he said, surprised by the intensity in his own voice. "Perfect excuse to get you out to New Jersey, right? And I'm sure Grace will want to visit her Uncle Steve."
Steve's eyes closed, and he swallowed hard. Danny felt like his heart was cracking in two, knowing how much he was hurting Steve, no-one to blame but himself.
He expected Steve to do something. He didn't expect Steve to push into his space, kiss him blindly, hitting the corner of his mouth, crushing their noses together, desperate and messy. It wasn't any good, not for a kiss, and that made it hurt more.
Steve broke away, pressed his face against Danny's neck; Danny hugged him close. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Steve, I'm so sorry."
"Don't leave me," Steve said, so quietly that Danny could pretend not to hear him. Danny knew he should be ashamed of himself for letting Steve make it even a tiny bit easier, but he'd done a lot to be ashamed of in the last few weeks. He held onto Steve, and didn't say anything.
Alison/Cadman
"You don't think this was weird?" Alison asked, threading her fingers through Laura's hair. "You have pretty hair."
Laura laughed, the vibration of it travelling through both of their naked, sweaty bodies, and kissed Alison's shoulder. "Those two statements connected to one another?"
"Nope. Sex makes me a bit stupid."
Laura looked up, her eyes bright, her smile clear and relaxed. "S'okay. I like you a little bit stupid."
"I thought you liked me being smart."
"I like you lots of ways." Laura tucked her head down again, one hand stepping across Alison's stomach. "Why we're friends."
"So do you think this was weird?" Alison asked again; sex made her a bit stupid, but no less persistent.
"I thought it was pretty normal." Alison was sure she could feel Laura's grin against her skin. "And trust me, I've had enough sex to judge."
Alison tugged at the lock of hair between her fingers. "I meant, is it weird that we're friends, and we just had sex, and that we've both slept with Carson?"
Laura shrugged, not all that well since she was lying down. "I think it's a little weird that you want to discuss our mutual ex while we're in bed together," she said, her voice resolutely neutral.
Alison went back to petting her hair, trying to soothe a hurt she wasn't even a hundred per cent sure she'd caused. "I just thought... I don't know, I've never slept with anyone who's slept with someone else I know."
Laura propped her chin on Alison's shoulder again, some of the wicked amusement that Alison liked so much about her back on her face. "You live in a city of fewer than three hundred people. Unless Carson and I are the only people you've slept with, that's probably not true."
Alison thought about who she'd had sex with since moving to Atlantis, and who they might have had sex with, and then decided she was better off not thinking about it at all.
"Told you," Laura said smugly. Then, more seriously. "No, I don't think it's weird. We're friends, we like each other, we were horny, we had sex. No big deal."
Alison did her very best wounded puppy eyes. "I thought this was the start of a beautiful relationship," she said mournfully. "I thought we'd get married."
Laura swooped in and kissed her, already laughing, a hint of tongue against Alison's, before she swung herself off the bed and reached for her T-shirt. "Stick to science, Doc, acting's never going to be your thing."
"I know," Alison said mournfully. All she really wanted was to stay in bed, bask in the afterglow, but she was supposed to meeting Jennifer for dinner, and Jennifer had always been really good about not cancelling on her for Rodney. She caught Laura around the waist anyway, pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. "I had fun, thanks."
"You're damn right you had fun," Laura said. "I'm dynamite in the sack."
"Modest, too," Alison said, and went to find her discarded shirt.
Partner Of FBI Director Dies At Home
Washington DC Police confirmed early this morning that Colby Granger, husband of FBI Director David Sinclair, died last night in their home.
Sinclair, the FBI's first openly gay director, celebrated his retirement last night with Washington's political and law enforcement elite.
Sinclair and Granger, who met as young agents in Los Angeles, married in Washington six months after the ban on openly gay and lesbian service members (commonly known as 'Don't Ask Don't Tell') was lifted. Over the following twenty years, Sinclair rose through the ranks of the FBI to become only the second Black director five years ago. Meanwhile, Granger moved over to the Defensive Criminal Investigative Service, retiring the year Director Sinclair took up his post. Both Sinclair and Granger have become well-known in the gay rights community; Sinclair has served as honorary chair of Men Of All Colors Together for the past two years.
Sinclair has declined to make a statement. Washington Police Chief Hannah Smith has confirmed that there is no suspicion of foul play.
Image: Director Sinclair and Agent Granger kiss at the end of Sinclair's speech at his retirement party last night
Hawaii Five-0, Steve/Danny, spoilers for final episode of season 1
Danny had meant to ease into what he was going to say – truthfully, he'd half-wondered if they'd sleep together, known he probably would if Steve seemed like he wanted to go that way, never mind Rachel and Grace and the new baby waiting in New Jersey for him. Maybe three weeks had been long enough to forget how well Steve could read him though.
It hadn't been long enough for Steve, out of prison less than a day, to forget how well he knew Danny, however.
"You knocked," Steve said, holding the door open. Danny could actually see defeat settling over him, when it had only just started to lift.
"You grumbled at me about it often enough." Danny held up the six pack he'd brought. "Figured maybe we could use it."
Steve nodded, stepping back to let Danny inside, then following him through to the beach. Even for Steve, the silence was unnerving, but Danny didn't know how to break it. Steve wouldn't even meet his eyes as he took the beer Danny offered him.
"Look, I – " he started, but Steve shook his head.
"You're leaving," Steve said quietly.
"Who told you?" Danny asked, since there wasn't any point denying it. He'd never been able to argue with Steve, not effectively, and it wasn't any fun like this.
"No-one, Danny, I'm not an idiot. You haven't mentioned Grace all day."
"And from that, you deduce that, what? I'm leaving."
"You are." Steve took a long swallow from his bottle, eyes fixed on the darkened ocean. "You were cuddled up with Rachel in hospital, and now Grace is gone. If Grace is gone, you'll be going too. She's why you came here, remember?"
Danny did, and saying that Hawaii wouldn't be home without Rachel and Grace. He didn't know if that was still true, but that didn't matter any more. He wasn't prepared to stick around and find out. "She's pregnant," he said. "It's mine. She's sure."
"Okay."
"Listen, I should – maybe go?"
Steve turned there, his face as bleak as it had been from the other side of the car window, when Chin arrested him. Danny couldn't bear it, any more than he could the way Grace had looked at him during the worst of the separation. He was crouched in front of Steve, one hand on the back of his neck, before he thought about it. "We'll still be friends," he said, surprised by the intensity in his own voice. "Perfect excuse to get you out to New Jersey, right? And I'm sure Grace will want to visit her Uncle Steve."
Steve's eyes closed, and he swallowed hard. Danny felt like his heart was cracking in two, knowing how much he was hurting Steve, no-one to blame but himself.
He expected Steve to do something. He didn't expect Steve to push into his space, kiss him blindly, hitting the corner of his mouth, crushing their noses together, desperate and messy. It wasn't any good, not for a kiss, and that made it hurt more.
Steve broke away, pressed his face against Danny's neck; Danny hugged him close. "I'm sorry," he said quietly. "Steve, I'm so sorry."
"Don't leave me," Steve said, so quietly that Danny could pretend not to hear him. Danny knew he should be ashamed of himself for letting Steve make it even a tiny bit easier, but he'd done a lot to be ashamed of in the last few weeks. He held onto Steve, and didn't say anything.
Alison/Cadman
"You don't think this was weird?" Alison asked, threading her fingers through Laura's hair. "You have pretty hair."
Laura laughed, the vibration of it travelling through both of their naked, sweaty bodies, and kissed Alison's shoulder. "Those two statements connected to one another?"
"Nope. Sex makes me a bit stupid."
Laura looked up, her eyes bright, her smile clear and relaxed. "S'okay. I like you a little bit stupid."
"I thought you liked me being smart."
"I like you lots of ways." Laura tucked her head down again, one hand stepping across Alison's stomach. "Why we're friends."
"So do you think this was weird?" Alison asked again; sex made her a bit stupid, but no less persistent.
"I thought it was pretty normal." Alison was sure she could feel Laura's grin against her skin. "And trust me, I've had enough sex to judge."
Alison tugged at the lock of hair between her fingers. "I meant, is it weird that we're friends, and we just had sex, and that we've both slept with Carson?"
Laura shrugged, not all that well since she was lying down. "I think it's a little weird that you want to discuss our mutual ex while we're in bed together," she said, her voice resolutely neutral.
Alison went back to petting her hair, trying to soothe a hurt she wasn't even a hundred per cent sure she'd caused. "I just thought... I don't know, I've never slept with anyone who's slept with someone else I know."
Laura propped her chin on Alison's shoulder again, some of the wicked amusement that Alison liked so much about her back on her face. "You live in a city of fewer than three hundred people. Unless Carson and I are the only people you've slept with, that's probably not true."
Alison thought about who she'd had sex with since moving to Atlantis, and who they might have had sex with, and then decided she was better off not thinking about it at all.
"Told you," Laura said smugly. Then, more seriously. "No, I don't think it's weird. We're friends, we like each other, we were horny, we had sex. No big deal."
Alison did her very best wounded puppy eyes. "I thought this was the start of a beautiful relationship," she said mournfully. "I thought we'd get married."
Laura swooped in and kissed her, already laughing, a hint of tongue against Alison's, before she swung herself off the bed and reached for her T-shirt. "Stick to science, Doc, acting's never going to be your thing."
"I know," Alison said mournfully. All she really wanted was to stay in bed, bask in the afterglow, but she was supposed to meeting Jennifer for dinner, and Jennifer had always been really good about not cancelling on her for Rodney. She caught Laura around the waist anyway, pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. "I had fun, thanks."
"You're damn right you had fun," Laura said. "I'm dynamite in the sack."
"Modest, too," Alison said, and went to find her discarded shirt.