The Professionals Circuit Archive - Carnal Interests	     Carnal
Interests

 

by Madelein Lee

  
 *Carnal Interests Part 1: After Need to Know*


*"The saints engage in fierce contest
 About their carnal interests."
* --Samuel Butler


Ray Doyle sighed gustily and brushed the curls back from his forehead. 

"Glad that's done." He glanced at his partner who was scowling over his
report. Bodie looked pale to his eye, obviously still suffering the
after-effects of the old man's trick with the stun gas. 

"Your 'ead 'urt?" he queried gruffly. It would never do to let Bodie see
his concern. He wouldn't like it that Doyle had recovered more quickly but
the sod would manage somehow to turn it to his advantage if he sensed
sympathy. 

"Yeh," Bodie croaked, the sound harsh in the quiet room. "And me throat
hurts, too." He coughed again, a little theatrically, Doyle thought. 

"Bout finished here-and then I'm ready for the home-fires." 

"Me too, mate," Doyle agreed. "You're stopping by, aren't you?" 

Bodie glanced up and crooked an unruly eyebrow. "You cooking?" 

Doyle dropped his head back and let the laugh slide out. He laughed a lot
these days since Bodie had told him how much he liked that dirty cackle. 

Said it gave him the shivers. "Yeh, I'm cooking. We'd go hungry if I
didn't, wouldn't we now?" 

Bodie's brief grin was the first indication of interest Doyle had seen in
the man since they'd wrapped up the Manton thing earlier in the day. 

"Plan to stay over.." Doyle caught his words back as Cowley appeared in
the doorway. "3.7, I'd like a word with you before you go." Without
sparing Doyle a glance, he continued. "4.5, this doesn't concern you. You
can go." 

"I've plans," Bodie protested automatically, but the withering eye of his
chief over-rode his resistance. "Yes sir, right away." 

Cowley glared once more for emphasis and removed himself. 

Bodie shaking his exhaustion away to stand before his partner, looked a
little worried. "What's this then? Did I go wrong today?" 

The frown on Ray Doyle's full mouth mirrored his irritation. He'd been
looking forward to spending what was left of the day with Bodie, but the
scowl on his face further alarmed his opposite. 

"Here, now, what is it? You think I'm in for it, don't you?" 

Looking at Bodie, he forced a smile. "Nah, no problem I know of, mate. 

As long as you don't mind a transfer?" 

"Huh? What are on about now, you little sod?" 

"Oh yeh, Cowley probably guessed how you fancy yourself in a copper's uni
and figures you want to join that mob now." 

Despite his general malaise, Bodie made a visible effort to meet Doyle's
teasing and his tone lightened. "I don't know if I shall take you up on
your offer to dine if you're going to insult me." 

Doyle fixed him with a lazy smile and stretched out stiff muscles as best
he could in the confines of the ungiving chair. Hips at a provocative
tilt, arms still in mid-stretch, he tipped his head to one side. 

"Left-over lasagna in the freezer." He held the position hoping to tempt
Bodie into a reaction. 

The other man stared silently at his abandoned pose, new life entering his
expression. Bodie's lip curled in a suggestion of a smile and he moved
closer. "If the entree is as promising dessert, you can count on a guest
for dinner and for." 

"Bodie!" 

Doyle groaned as Cowley's voice reverberated through the quiet room, and
Bodie detoured around him to head for Cowley's office. Rolling his eyes in
irritated resignation, Bodie hissed, "Father's getting impatient. Go on,
I'll see you in a bit." 

Doyle's half-closed green gaze made a silent promise to the blue one still
looking in his direction. Then Dole nodded unnecessary affirmation, and
left, knowing Bodie was hooked for another evening. 

******

Bodie found himself in the old man's office more dazzled by the memory of
the green fire in Doyle's eyes than properly awed by the peremptory
summons of his chief. The new relationship with Doyle had developed in the
last months and was still a matter of wonder, something to be treated with
a great deal of wariness and respect. He'd been sexually attracted to his
partner for quite a while, but until Ray Doyle had made the first move,
Bodie had never expected to act on his desires.no matter how fascinated
he'd been by the idea. 

Cowley straightened in his chair and Bodie mentally dragged himself into
the immediate present. His superior was sitting behind neatly stacked
piles of paperwork finished and ready for his secretary to file the next
day. The ex-mercenary fell into parade rest as Cowley looked up wearily. 

The day had taken its toll on the older man as well. 

"None of that, lad. You're off duty." Cowley's demeanor subtly mutated
from its almost habitual cold expression to one almost amiable as he got
up to pour two scotches. "Not much need to ask if you'd like one; you
still sound a little raw." 

Grateful for both Cowley's words and hospitality for the second time in
one day, Bodie accepted the glass and sank into the room's spare chair,
puzzled but relieved not to be up for some reprimand. 

Cowley hoisted his glass. "Here's to a job well-done." 

The pure malt was appreciated and burned his throat less this time as he
swallowed, and he settled back waiting for the Cow to explain why he'd
been summoned. To his confusion, Cowley simply walked over and poured
another dram into his glass. Bodie stared at the amber fluid in mild
shock. The old man was seldom so generous with his private stock "Don't
look so surprised, 3.7, just be grateful." 

"Oh, I am sir, I am," Bodie replied before downing the second glass. 

Already the smooth liquor was warming his spirits if not his throat. 

"Thirsty work today, he?" Again Cowley refilled his glass, and Bodie
looked at it with suspicion this time. 

"Oh, go ahead, Bodie," Cowley chuckled. "Consider it penance for gassing
you." 

"Doyle was gassed, too, wasn't he? I don't notice him anywhere about." He
tossed back the last drink viciously, wishing the old man would get to it.


He really didn't feel like trading pleasantries tonight. Not with Doyle
waiting. Besides in Doyle's company he'd begun to feel better; now with
only Cowley around he began to notice how his throat and chest still ached
when he breathed too deeply. 

Cowley ignored the harsh comment and grimaced with pain as he lowered
himself into his desk chair. 

Bodie noticed the old man's wince and felt a stab of conscience. He could
spare Cowley a few minutes. "It's worse?" he sympathized. 

"Aye, today and everyday it seems," Cowley grumbled. 

"I dunno. You managed quite well today," the younger man observed. 

The head of CI5 leaned back and straightened his leg. "I'll keep this
short, Bodie, since we've all had a long day. I'd like you to join me for
dinner tomorrow night. There are some things I'd like to discuss with you,
alone and without danger of being interrupted." 

Face frozen in an attempt to hide his amazement, all of Bodie's
considerations faded at the unique invitation. As far as he knew, none of
the agents had ever dined with the chief-the Head of CI5 didn't generally
socialize with the help. The unmoving face across form him gave him no
clues, and Bodie felt a frisson of excitement crawl up his backbone. He
was sure the old fox must be up to something. Bodie cleared his still
tender throat. "What time, sir?" 

Cowley's voice gave nothing away. "We'll dine at my place at 8:00." 

Bodie prodded gently. "Shall I dress, sir?" 

Cowley was already back at work, his answer dry. "Yes, Bodie, the
neighbors shock easily." 

Bodie laughed uneasily and took his leave, obviously dismissed and already
forgotten. On the way to Ray's he pondered the unusual occurrence. The old
man has shared the casual drink wit him at the local pub on occasion, but
that was all. But then with Cowley, who could understand his motives. 

Thank the Christ, no one of them was expected to. Cowley had his own
circle of posh friends, and besides he didn't get that pally with his men.


And why exclude Doyle? Bodie supposed he, and possibly Doyle, had spent
more off time with their chief than any of the other operatives, and still
didn't feel they knew the man. There did exist great trust and respect for
him and he figured it worked both ways since Cowley did seem to favor him
and Ray to a degree. 

Pulling up in front of Ray's flat, he decided firmly that he favored the
bionic golli rather too much himself. In face, he fancied him so much it
scared him to death. If he didn't watch out one of these days he'd be
blurting out all sorts if embarrassing things-had come uncomfortably close
several time already. The renowned Bodie control seemed to desert him when
he got near Ray. The tatty-haired operative had gained a hold over him in
more ways than one-and ever since he'd realized Ray wanted more than a
half-hearted liaison, he'd been even more frightened of that hold. So far
he had resisted spilling his guts, but he'd been unable to cut off the
affair. 

Nevertheless, if Ray wouldn't see the dangers, Bodie knew it was up to him
to keep control. Had, in fact, told Doyle that more than once. Lose that
control and one of both of them would be dead. And there was another
reason that Bodie wouldn't think about even though it was always there,
forever in the back of his mind. 

He was afraid. Loving Ray meant loss of independence, an increasing fear
for his partner's safety, and the tearing pain that would come when it all
ended. And it would end. Any thinking man knew love didn't last forever. 

He'd learned that lesson long ago. Love Ray, and he became vulnerable to
all he feared most. 

Suddenly, he almost dreaded going up. Lately Ray had made it clear he
wanted that final consummation, the last act of possession that to Doyle
represented the breaking of all barriers. What they had would no longer be
in he category of locker room sec, a casual venting of sexual frustration
but the beginning of a committed relationship as far as Ray was concerned.


And if he allowed it, knowing how Doyle felt, it would mean he agreed to
such a commitment. He shivered. He knew he wanted it, and the very thought
of having Ray in that way made him break out in a sweat, but he'd resisted
those demands so far and would continue to do so. At least, he'd try. His
partner was a hard man to ignore. He took a deep breath and tried to
lighten up. 

******



With economic moves, Ray Doyle moved around his kitchen preparing a quick
meal for himself and his partner. He was uneasy as he worked, as well as
curious and piqued about Bodie's late meeting with Cowley. Then bemused by
his own thoughts, he halted in the act of slicing bread, realizing why he
was so uneasy. Today, out on the road, Cowley had.. 

The buzzer's abrupt sound silenced his thoughts, his anticipation of
Bodie's company enough to drive the strangest memories underground. 

"'Allo, thought the old man was having you for dinner." 

"Nah, he only chewed off one leg," Bodie responded, limping dramatically
past Doyle. "Got any beer in?" 

"In the fridge." 

Bodie removed two beers, opened them and handed one to Doyle "Since you're
out here, you can help," Doyle informed him. 

Bodie pulled at his beer before leering, "Help you what?" 

Doyle walked toward Bodie then, drawn by the magnetism between them. The
very act of movement made him acutely aware of his body, the friction of
clothing against his skin, the growing tightness in his groin, and the
pleasure he derived in seeing the dark eyes widen as they reaffirmed his
desirability. He raised the bottle and drank deeply before closing his
arms around his lover, their cold tongues battling before Doyle sucked
Bodie into him. Too soon the kiss ignited fires he didn't want started
just yet, but Bodie showed no signs of turning him loose willingly so he
tipped the bottle he still gripped and some of the cold liquid spilled
down his partner's neck. 

Bodie yelped and jerked away, glowering. "Why'd you go and do that," he
demanded, wiping futilely at his wet shirt collar. 

"Go on, it was just a drop," Dole said, his laughter bubbling over. 

"You've dribbled more than that bit down your chin." 

Bodie's lip pulled back in mock disdain at the unjust accusation. "Me?
Dribble? Must have me confused with some of your riff-raff friends." 

"You do look a bit like Raff," was his sarky reply as he turned to rescue
supper. 

Muttering vague obscenities, Bodie banged two plates and cutlery on the
table, then disappeared into the bedroom. When he reappeared wearing
Doyle's robe, he hoisted his brow at his partner's appraising look and
glanced down at himself. "Didn't know what else you might think to drop on
me." 

Doyle lifted his mouth in a small half-smile. Not only did he like the
idea of this man wearing something of his, Bodie hadn't a clue how sexy he
looked in the white toweling-but he'd find out before too much longer. 

"The next thing I decide to drop on you won't be food." He nodded toward
the table, anxious to have the eating over. 

"C'mon, let's eat while it's hot and I'm still in the mood for it." 

As they settled Doyle's thoughts returned to his earlier speculations. 

Tucking in his napkin, he asked as casually as he could manage, "What did
the old man want?" 

Startled, Bodie looked up, a slight flush colouring his pale features. 

"You'll never believe it, he invited me to dinner at his place tomorrow
night. Surprising, innit?" 

Doyle swallowed. For some reason, he didn't find it surprising at all. In
fact, several things fell into place. Such as Cowley being more interested
in his partner than he could ever have thought possible. He again recalled
the little scene his gas-bleared eyes had taken in earlier that day. 

Whilst trying to ease a coughing spasm he'd levered himself up and seen
Cowley running a caressing finger across Bodie's face. Even then when he
was all groggy it'd hit him wrong. The controller just didn't commit such
indiscretions.and yet he had. As the result of the following action, Doyle
had temporarily forgotten that little scenario. 

Now it all flooded back, and again he wondered at the tenderness he'd
witnessed in Cowley. He flushed slightly at this thought. Surely he was
wrong. He was probably just seeing homosexual overtones in everything
since he'd begun to fancy Bodie. In fact he found it too easy to believe
everyone else felt as he did about his partner. After all, Cowley was
human, a fact they all tended to forget. And there was that look, that
touch to be accounted for. 

He blinked owlishly as Bodie's voice penetrated his thoughts. "Hey, mate,
come back.3.7 to 4.5.." 

Focusing back in on his partner, he shook his head and picked up his fork
again. "Sorry, just wondering what the old man could want." He couldn't
think it out properly till he was alone. It was not difficult to drag his
mind back to the man across from him, to devote all his attention to
making Bodie want him. 

He snaked his unshod foot under the small table and up Bodie's calf,
digging his toes into the sensitive spot back of his partner's knee,
smiling as the man squirmed. Sliding his foot higher, he touched the soft
swelling between Bodie's legs. Bodie clamped his ankle between strong
thighs, and Doyle's smile became evil as he wiggled his toes against
tender flesh . The dark man's ensuing gasp sent a tingle up his spine. 

Lifting his beer in a silent toast, he tantalized his partner further by
drinking and then running his tongue over his lips to remove a trace of
moisture. 

Bodie's breath hissed, "Not half bad, mate. Deserves a bit of turnabout." 

His hand disappeared under the table and Doyle wasn't surprised to feel
questing fingers slide up his leg. Frustratingly, they stopped mid-thigh. 

"Never thought I'd complain about the tightness of your jeans, Ray," Bodie
whispered morosely, "but I can't get at you from here." Emphasizing his
point, his hard fingers outlined Doyle's cock through its denim cover. 

Ray Doyle knew he made more than a passable lasagna, but he hadn't tasted
any of it, and he doubted if Bodie had really enjoyed it either. Dark
hooded eyes regarded him, setting his blood hammering through his veins,
glazing his senses with fiery desire. As always, the problem with coming
on to his partner was that he himself was also infected with he same sweet
sexual tension. Not that he minded, oh no. He stopped thinking then for
Bodie, face all fierce and demanding, got up and came around to claim the
teasing promise he'd been making all evening. He raised his hand and
traced his knuckles down Bodie's cheek, unthinkingly copying Cowley's
earlier gesture that day, before his hand locked behind the sleek head and
drew it down and down. 

******



Late sun crept through a crack in the draperies hitting Doyle in the face.


He cracked an eye, swore, and turned toward his companion. Bodie was
huddled close in the chill room, his morning erection jabbing Doyle in the
stomach, drawing his attention. He struggled to free a hand and poked the
sleeping man none too gently Bodie snorted sleepily. 

"Wakey, wakey. Time to get up. A whole day off is nothing to waste." 

Bodie moaned piteously and flopped over, burrowing under the duvet. 

"You playin' at bein' a tortoise," Doyle observed dispassionately. "Won't
do you any good. I know how to bring you out, don't I?" Running his hands
over the naked body, he reveled in its smooth silkiness, till finally they
reached Bodie's ass and came to rest in the crease, seeking out the tight
puckered muscle. The growing fire centered in his groin as his finger
flicked the tiny aperture. Bodie pushed reflexively against the
insinuating touch before gasping and flinching away. 

"Don't." 

That one-worded protest warned him of trespass. He let his hand rest a
moment before moving it higher around Bodie's waist. "One of these days,
Bodie. Soon," he growled softly. 

"Maybe," Bodie replied, voice flat, emotionless. Doyle pulled him over and
crawled on top, fitting their bodies precisely, and then kissed him. 

Bodie responded eagerly and when they broke for air, the big agent
murmured appeasingly, "We've plenty without that, don't you think?" 

And then they were thrusting together, mouth devouring mouth , desperate
with sudden heat. Bodie came first, arched body freezing against Doyle's
still moving hips. His release triggered Doyle's, and they relaxed into a
panting, sticky heap. When breath came normally, Bodie's hand crawled into
his hair and carded the mass softly. 

"Nice stuff, this." 

Doyle opened an unbelieving eye. "My hair?" 

"Mmm." 

He couldn't keep his amusement contained. "Christ, Bodie, you've such a
way with words. No wonder the birds adore you." 

Bodie smiled, too content to spar. "Can I come tonight?" 

"You can come in bed, on the sofa, or in any place you want as long as
you're with me." 

Bodie scowled. "Tart. I'm serious." 

"Me, too." 

Bodie rolled quickly and pinned him. "Do you want me to come by?" 

Doyle half-heartedly tried to displace him. "After your diner with our
illustrious leader, you mean?" 

"Who else?" 

"Yeh, come by if you want," he conceded, "but if you're too late, you may
find me asleep." 

"I want.and I'll wake you up," Bodie smirked, dropping his lips to Doyle's
unprotected ear. "Wouldn't want you to miss anything important." 

"Arrogant sod," he muttered, helpless to the man's appeal. 

They lazed a few minutes longer than Bodie struck his forehead with the
flat of his hand. "Oh Christ-I'd forgotten my good suit needs pressing." 

He jumped out of bed. "Stay put, goldilocks. No time for breakfast if I'm
to arrive in sartorial splendour at Uncle George's tonight." He hared into
the loo and Doyle heard the shower start a minute later. 

Irritated, Doyle rolled his eyes at the ceiling. What made you think you'd
been asked to breakfast anyway?" he asked the empty room. He rolled over
looking for a spot that wasn't wet and thought about going back to sleep,
but that was impossible now that he was awake and thinking. Why had Cowley
asked Bodie to dinner? 

Cowley was somewhat of a mystery to his men. But he had weaknesses like
everyone; you just had to observe more carefully than with most men. 

Mysteries cold be solved with patience and surveillance and Doyle was good
at that with his copper's instincts. Now he thought about how Bodie was
the only one he'd ever heard make their boss laugh and about how Bodie got
away with insubordination that would have any other agent out on his ear.
Any number of the stunts he had pulled would have had another agent
pilloried. 

He also thought about Marika and how Cowley had stalked off after Bodie
when Doyle would have preferred to follow him; he remembered his partner
telling him that Cowley had stopped him from following Ray after the
Coogan case. 

He didn't like what these small facts added up to, yet if he hadn't
witnessed that small scene yesterday, he'd have dismissed them. For one
thing, if he didn't like thinking such things about Cowley-knew Bodie
would hate it. The old man was important to Bodie-he was important to Ray,
also. 

He didn't want to be in competition with him over Bodie. Most things in
life Ray Doyle would relinquish to Cowley, since he'd never been one much
for possessions; however, what he owned was irrevocably his. He meant to
have his irritating berk of a partner for himself. Cowley and fate had
given him Bodie and that was that. There were many variables in his life,
but his partner was his one constant. He'd even been the one who'd taken
the chance and risked that first contact. 

His mind turned back to that day 3 months ago. They'd had the villains
pinned down; Bodie working one direction and he the other. He'd had a jam
just as Bodie's weapon had roared. The ensuing silence had told him one
villain was out of commission but his was very much alive. Ray Doyle had
faced death before, but this time he saw it reaching for him when the
grinning ferret-faced man had risen triumphantly, weapon aimed at him. 

He'd barely registered the metallic click of an empty chamber when Bodie
fired. The man folded, dead, and he'd slumped in momentary relief. 

They'd finished up with few words, doing what was necessary, willing the
shakes away-but later in Dole's flat, they'd tried to wash the after shock
away with a few drinks. It hadn't worked this time. He'd been standing by
the window seeing nothing, barely hearing the stereo playing, but totally
aware of Bodie standing behind him. Finally he'd had to mention it. 

"Was close today. Thanks again." 

There was an abrupt cessation of sound and movement and then Bodie'd
heaved a harsh sigh. "You come any close, mate, and Cowley will be placing
a departmental wreath on your grave." 

"Yeh." He'd turned then and saw Bodie wearing a familiar savage expression
that didn't altogether hide his feelings-feelings Ray'd seen once or twice
before: confused, scared, but mostly hungry. It was a look he'd supposed
he was wearing himself. Anyway it'd given him the necessary impetus to
act. 

Ignoring all logic, he'd approached Bodie, recognizing and responding to
that fierce need reflected in his partner. The straining fabric on the
front of the black cords settled it. Embarrassed, flushing at his
scrutiny, the other man's lashes had dropped and hidden the sapphire eyes.


Without letting himself think about it, Doyle had leaned forward then and
covered Bodie's mouth with his while cupping the taut crotch. Bodie had
gone rigid, and then clutched him frantically. 

From that point, instinct had guided them. It'd been a release of many
suppressed emotions: tension, fear, desire, but Doyle didn't figure love
had much to do with that first time. Yet, it'd been a shattering
revelation, and after that storm of passion, they'd clung together trying
to achieve some sense of balance. And ever since, they'd been tightrope
balancing, neither able to commit to a relationship nor to disentangle
themselves. Bodie had even admitted to him he didn't trust love, but did
trust his partner. 

Despite that lately Ray Doyle had been able to admit to himself he wanted
more, and from the person who held him off. 

The ex-merc was giving a good impression of a man scared to death of
getting too close but too fascinated to leave. Doyle felt he was holding
him with sex alone and it frightened him, and at times made him desperate
with that fear. At best, sex was a novelty that wore off fast. With women
so available to both of them, Bodie didn't really need him. Besides Doyle
didn't like exploiting his innate sensuality in this way. He was beginning
to feel like a whore. If it weren't for those moments when they made love,
he'd almost give it up. But Bodie in bed was a man in love, and the
tenderness of those moments drew him back again and again. 

******

After he'd left Ray, Bodie had commenced the despised routine chores that
attended single housekeeping. These activities kept him from spending much
time considering his invitation until he was on his way that night. He'd
already decided it useless to second guess Cowley, but for a time he
indulged his curiosity. He also anticipated the menu since Cowley had
mentioned an excellent part time cook/housekeeper. Finally since he
couldn't imagine what Cowley wanted he gave up speculating. It didn't
matter, he knew he could cope. 

His arrival found Cowley alone in his Spartan but elegant flat where he
was shown into the main room. Bodie relaxed on the settee and began to
enjoy himself as the wily Scot acted the perfect host. At that point,
Bodie decided if George was going to give him the royal treatment, he
wasn't going to argue. If he knew his boss as well as he thought, the old
man would get to the reason for this evening in his own time and nothing
he could say would hurry the process. Besides, the aroma drifting in from
the kitchen gave a most auspicious cast to the meal to come. When Cowley
poured wine from his best stock, he knew his patience would last as long
as the controller was pouring. 

By the end of the meal, replete, with a snifter of brandy in hand,
completely lulled in mind and body, he was ensconced in one of Cowley s
comfortable arm chairs and prepared to continue with shop talk or any
other topic his chief wanted. 

He watched the older man shift about, trying to find a better position for
his leg. "Perhaps you should consult your doctor, sir." As soon as he made
the suggestion, Bodie knew he should have kept quiet. Cowley's head
snapped up and the basilisk stare he fixed on Bodie made him squirm. "Just
a suggestion. Of course, you know best." 

Cowley relaxed slightly. "I have seen my physician, Bodie. Recently in
fact. He's made some strong recommendation." The controller looked down at
his hands. "He's told me to give some serious consideration to my
retirement and, in turn, to my replacement." 

"What!" Amazed repudiation sprang to Bodie's lips. "No one can replace
you, sir." 

"Anyone can be replace, 3.7, and don't you forget it. Even me." 

Bodie didn't believe it for a minute. "But who..?" 

The answer was in dead earnest. "How about Raymond Doyle?" 

"Ray!" At first he was stunned by the threat to himself and to their
partnership, the enormous implication of such a move almost paralyzing
him. 

Then gathering his wits, defenses snapping into place, he made himself
attend Cowley. 

"Why not?" Cowley replied stiffly. "He's canny enough, tough enough, and
with my help, he would be ready to take over when I retire. Which, I
hasten to add, won't be for awhile." 

Bodie sorting through various responses was hampered by his preeminent
emotion-fear that Cowley would and could take Doyle away from the
partnership. He made no effort to still the angry protest that spilled
over. "But Doyle already has a job, hasn't he? And he's good, we're good. 

You'd be losing your best team." 

Cowley allowed a frosty smile to overtake him at the younger man's attempt
at persuasion. "Things change, Bodie. I don't need to tell you that." 

"No sir." Truculent blue eyes met knowing ones. 

"You do think Doyle could do the job, don't you?" Cowley demanded. 

Bodie considered manufacturing some grave reason for not giving his
partner the job, but loyalty forced the unhappy fact for him. "Of course
he could. 

Doyle's a smart 'un." 

"And as ambitions as you are arrogant, I wager. I hardly think he'd turn
down such an offer." 

Bodie was openly defiant now that Cowley was pushing hard. "Wouldn't know.
I mean you haven't put it to him yet, have you? Have you?" Alarmed he sat
straighter in his chair, unable to believe Doyle would have left it to
Cowley to break such news. 

"No, not yet. I wanted to talk to you first. I wanted to ask you not to
discourage Doyle. You could, you know." Cowley caught Bodie's hard gaze. 

"So maybe I will anyway." Blue sparks struck from Bodie's eyes. 

Cowley's voice held disdain now. "Don't act the spoiled child with me.
This is one of the best opportunities he'll ever have, and you know it.
Would you ruin it for him? No, I think not. Besides, I have a proposition
for you as well." The burr became more pronounced. "What would you say to
changing employers?" 

"Me!" Explosive surprise brought Bodie up out of his chair. "You think I
want to leave the mob?" Cowley's stare seemed to reach inside him, reading
all his thoughts. 

"Not if you didn't want to." He motioned Bodie to reseat himself, and
leaned forward confidentially. "You see, I know I couldn't be idle. I'd
want to keep my hand in, so to speak. To be available for consultation, to
give advice, that sort of thing. Maybe even do some work on my own, if I
had the right man, of course. That's where you'd come in-as my assistant.
Perhaps, with what I'd pay you, you could even afford a small place near
me. Having you close would facilitate matters. I'd be better assured of
finding you. Does that interest you? 

Bodie's mind whirled. None of this conversation seemed real. Surely Cowley
didn't think he'd really leave CI5.and Ray. He ignored the pointless
emotions and strove for some control. "I'd like to stay on, sir; not that
working with you wouldn't be interesting. It's just that I like what I'm
doing." 

"Not that I mind, oh no. You see, I was thinking it would be best for
Doyle." Cowley's knowing smile raised the hair on Bodie's neck. "I know
how close you lads are, how hard it would be for Doyle to send you out on
assignment alone. You wouldn't accept another partner, would you?" He
proceeded at the stubborn look that crossed Bodie's face, "Ah, I thought
no, and if he were to always be worried about you, well, that could affect
his work, couldn't it? No, I'm thinking of Doyle, as you should, if he
takes the job." 

Impotent rage compounded by frustration filled Bodie, and it had no real
outlet. Cowley was threatening his world, not with guns and bullets, but
with words. He never liked fighting with words, but against this man he
had no other weapon. He grasped for any reason, "But then he might not
want the position. He likes his job." 

"Bodie," Cowley administered a gentle reprimand, "it's hard to go forward
in life, especially when people we care for try to hold us back." 

"I wouldn't.." Bodie's rage folded in on itself as he acknowledged the
truth of that statement. He wanted things to stay the same, but he could
not hurt Doyle or keep him from accepting the job. Cowley's offer was even
reasonable if he could just get past the pain of not working with or for
Ray. 

I suggest you spend more time considering my offer. You'd be doing much
the same thing as now-after all, you work for me, take my orders; that
won't change." Cowley stood and walked over to Bodie and gripped his
shoulder. "3.76, you know this is the best solution. Besides, man, you act
as if you'll never see Doyle again. You'll both be in the same country." 

Jerked from his miser, Bodie looked up startled. "Same country?" 

"I thought we might seek lodgings out of the city bustle. Nothing
pastoral," he hastened to add, seeing Bodie's resistance, "just a bit
removed." 

"How removed, sir?" Bodie choked, anxious with apprehension, tight with
fear, and knew he had to remove himself from the flat before he lashed out
at Cowley in his pain. Even though he wouldn't know it, the controller was
not just offering to change his working relationship with Doyle, he was
proposing a life-style that would mean the end of their personal
relationship. 

"Oh, not much more than an hour or so away. Just a nice drive. It'll work,
lad, just think about it. You and I have always got on; I know what you
like best-I'll see you're kept busy. The Minister won't let me off that
easily." He returned tot his chair and sat awkwardly. "Of course, you and
Doyle will still see something of each other. After all, Doyle will have
to move in higher circles, but as my aide, you'll move in some of those
same circles with me." He sighed gently. "And who knows, Bodie you might
just be a comfort in my old age." 

Cowley's words whirled in on Bodie, smothering him. He had to get away,
think things out. It all seemed so reasonable. If Ray was capable of the
job, and Cowley seemed to think so, then he should do it if he wanted. And
while it would mean the end of what they had, maybe that would be for the
best, too. Their brief affair would be given the chop before either of
them could be hurt any worse. But if it was such a good idea why did he
feel like killing someone? It was definitely time to leave. "Is there
more, sir, or can I go now? I have a good bit to think over." He hoped
Cowley was through. More he could not bear this evening. 

"Go then, I've kept you long enough. And Bodie, I'd appreciate it if you
didn't tell Doyle just yet. Let me do it." 

The slamming door was Cowley's answer. 

******

Thin-lipped with pain and rage Bodie drove to Doyle's flat. So he was to
somehow face his partner without betraying the Cow's plans. Even the old
man should have known better than to ask that. There was no way he could
act like nothing was wrong without Ray sussing it immediately. How cold he
when he'd just realized the bleak emptiness that would be his life if it
meant a future without his partner. Accepting how much he loved the
gorgeous bastard, and knowing the power it gave the other man didn't
frighten him as much as the possibility of losing him. There was even the
looming fear he'd held him off one time too many. The fear that said
perhaps Doyle would welcome the offer, could accept a future without
Bodie. 

For just a moment he was tempted to give it all up and run, but, defeated,
he accepted there was no place far enough to erase Doyle from his heart
and mind. He was well and truly hooked. Savagely, he wheeled the car
around the corner and braked in front of Ray's building. For awhile he
gazed up at the lighted windows, knowing who awaited him and contemplating
the loss and what it would mean. They would have been able to survive the
dissolution of their partnership. After all he could have worked for Ray
as an agent, but no personal relationship as precarious as theirs could
survive the burden of time and distance. 

His painful conclusion was that it would have to be Doyle's decision, not
his or Cowley's. And Despite the old man's request, he knew he would have
to tell Ray everything. Besides not being able to hide the facts well, he
was too scared not to tell him. What it came down to was the knowledge
that he was a coward if it meant an existence without Doyle. And terrified
of what such dependence meant. 

******

Ray Doyle paced the room nervously. The whole day and particularly the
evening had been almost unbearable. His imagination had played out one
scene after another-the most ludicrous being one in which Cowley had
seduced a dim 

Bodie. No matter how he'd ridiculed himself for that one, he still
suspected Cowley's motives for the dinner invitation. the more he thought
about it, the more he recalled the latitude Cowley had so often allowed
Bodie; and he kept returning to the scene he'd witnessed when the older
man had stroked Bodie's cheek with such loving concern-and it made him
sick. 

He was almost sure the controller wouldn't reveal such feelings to Bodie. 

He didn't operate that way. And only if Cowley put it to the hard ex-merc
in the bluntest terms, would Bodie ever believe it. For a man of
experience, Bodie did have his blind spots. Attributing such feelings to
Cowley would never occur to him. In fact, Doyle still doubted his own
conviction, not to mention his sanity just considering it. 

A key in the lock alerted him to Bodie's presence, one look told him there
was trouble. 

Worry harshened his voice. "Well, what is it then? You took long enough." 

Bodie shrugged. "The old man had some things on his mind. It took some
saying." 

"No, way it innit so," Doyle snapped, sarcasm dripping. 

Bodie's face tightened. "Stuff yourself. I need a shower." 

Doyle's mouth dropped as a very clean and splendidly dressed Bodie shot
past him into the bedroom. His partner was running scared, and Doyle was
shocked. Nerves thrumming, he went to the kitchen and put the kettle on to
heat, waiting there until he heard the water shut off long minutes later. 

Unable to stay away, he went into the bedroom and watched a damp Bodie
burrowing his way through the cupboards. 

"Where'd you hide the robe?" Bodie sounded much calmer, but his erratic
scrabbling for the sought after garment betrayed his real state of nerves.


The absence of Bodie's usual confidence shook Doyle. "In the wash, but
there's another in there. Hang on, I'll find it before you destroy
everything, you great clod. Before you practically moved in with me, I had
neat cupboards. It was easier living without you than with you, I can tell
you that." 

Bodie paled, his face closing down. "'Ere, what's the matter?" he
demanded, handing Bodie an old blue robe. 

"Nothing." The soft mutter did nothing to reassure Doyle "Nothing doesn't
make you go all white, does it?" 

"I said nothing," Bodie repeated with more force. "Look, I'm going to tell
you everything. Just give me half a mo, all right?" 

Doyle trailed Bodie back to the sitting room and watched him sink down on
the settee, and decided he'd kill the sod on the spot except he wanted
desperately to know what had happened with Cowley. Deceptively casual, he
leaned on the door frame. "Bodie, I'm going to give you 5 seconds to tell
me what's the matter, or I'm going to beat the shit out of you." As the
dark head snapped up in surprise, he continued, "And I'm already
counting." 

A small smile creased Bodie's face. "You would, too, wouldn't you?" The
smile disappeared. "I'm sorry for acting a right pratt, but the Cow really
dropped on me. I still haven't gotten my head straight." He picked at a
raveled cuff. "He asked me not to tell you 'cos he wants to." Bodie looked
up then and saw his partner's alarmed expression. "Don't worry, I said I'm
going to tell, and I will." 

"Now, before I die of old age?" Doyle's voice was hard with suppressed
tension. 

"Now," He sighed. "Bloody hell, Ray, this isn't easy. I'm not the one with
the words, you know?" 

Doyle took some pity and joined him on the settee. "Sure, I know, it's
Bodie, the Neanderthal, isn't it?" At the flash of blue, a smile touched
his mouth if not his eyes. "Why not start at the beginning, mate, that
should do it." 

Bodie crossed his arms over his chest and let his head skin back against
the cushions. "You've got cobwebs in the corner." The deceptively elegant
hand gripped his let just above the knee with a strength that would bring
bruises, and Bodie yelped in surprised pain before he blurted in a rush. 

"Cowley is planning to take early retirement and offer you the position of
Controller, and he wants me to leave the mob and come work for him.out of
the city. It would mean that you and I, that we.." He stopped, took a deep
breath, and continued. "He.we both think you'd be quite successful." 

He took another breath and finished. "Any more persuading will have to
come from him." 

Doyle watched as if from a distance as Bodie simply stopped and stared at
his dusty ceiling. Cowley was capable of anything but this surpassed all
Doyle's expectations. For seconds he thought he had no reaction, but
slowly he realized it was there. It was just that the emotion was an
extension of the feeling he'd had all day. It was fury, and it was growing
in proportion to his ability to take in all that Bodie had said. 

He didn't realize the silence had grown so long until he heard Bodie clear
his throat. "Well, aren't you going to say anything? You haven't turned to
stone, have you? What d'you think?" 

The question released his anger in a sputter. "You really have to ask? I
think it fucking stinks. Who the hell does the old sod think he's fooling?


He really thinks I'd trade you for the bloody job! He is ready for
retirement if he thinks that. I've a mind to tell him, the bloody old
pervert, that he's gone round the bend.." 

Bodie snapped out of his shock and grabbed him so firmly he halted in
mid-sentence. He read happy relief fade to alarm in rapid succession on
the suddenly vulnerable face. 

He couldn't respond to Bodie's apprehension he was so rigid with anger,
and Bodie gave him a little shake. 

"Come on, mate, what are you talking about? A trade? I don't like the idea
either but it's no use blaming the old man. He's doing his job like
always-and it's a compliment to you, now isn't it? I mean it's not
everyone old George would be willing to trust with his bloody job. It
speaks very highly of you, wanting to train you. All it needs now is a
nice refusal." The following hesitation was painful even to Doyle. "That
is unless you change your mind and decide to take him up? It is an awfully
good move for your career, you know?" 

"Are you doing Cowley's recruiting now?" Doyle rasped. 

Bodie flinched. "No. He said I." 

Full of derision for Cowley's words, Doyle cut him off. "Oh, I can just
guess what he said. Really tied you in knots, didn't he? The cunning old
bastard!" 

"Ray, why are you mad? All you have to say is 'no' and that's it." 

He was still too angry to think straight. "Bodie, you great idiot, you
sound like you don't realize a move like that would separate us? Is that
what you want?" 

Bodie swallowed convulsively. "Christ no," he whispered, voice breaking. 

"You know better. I just don't want to influence you to make a bad
decision." 

Doyle evaded the hand that reached for his hair, too agitated to be
touched, even by Bodie. "Bad decision for him, you mean, when I refuse. 

We stay together." 

"Huh. You act like the Cow wants to separate us. That's not it. His leg is
killing him, and he had to look out for the organization if it's to
survive his leaving." 

Bodie's obtuseness maddened him. "You thick crud, this whole plan is just
one big plot to separate us and put you under his.his bloody perverted
thumb." 

At the thunderstruck look his words engendered, Doyle stopped his mouth
and sought some control. It occurred to him quite suddenly that Bodie cold
never continue to work for Cowley if he knew how the man really felt about
him, and neither of them wanted to leave CI5. And Bodie would be horribly
embarrassed, not to mention that his partner was really fond of Cowley and
it would hurt him to know he caused the older man pain. 

"I didn't mean that. Just upset and taking it out on Cowley." Relief
flooded him as Bodie's expression cleared. 

"Christ, sunshine, for a minute I thought the shock had driven you daft." 

"Just over you." Doyle forced himself to relax, and dredging up a lazy
grin, he leaned into Bodie's shoulder, offering his mouth. He knew Bodie
couldn't resist sex; he was wonderfully predictable in some things. 

Looking lightly bewildered yet by his partner's abrupt change of mood,
Bodie automatically turned toward him as Doyle had known he would. "That's
better. It's all settled now, isn't it?" Bodie murmured against his lips. 

Doyle nodded. "As far as I'm concerned it is." He stopped a moment to
consider how to tell Bodie what he'd figured out earlier today. He eased
his arms around his lover. "Bodie, there is one other thing. I think
Cowley's on to us." 

"Nah, how could he be?" Bodie's whole attitude was easier now that he knew
Doyle wasn't to be taken away. 

"Think about it, mate. It was him that sent McKay to your place, and you
know the bastard snooped about. There was plenty of clues as to what we'd
been up to, wasn't there? We hadn't exactly picked up or aired the linen
since we didn't know we were going to have company. And McKay's snide
little message? the flower? he was letting you know he knew we were
sleeping together. And he'd make sure Cowley knew, wouldn't he?" 

Bodie's face darkened ominously. "Bloody bastard." 

"Well, wouldn't he?" 

"He didn't let on tonight." Bodie's forehead creased. "You think he
offered you the job to break us up? He answered his own question. "Nah,
that's not why. If he didn't like it, just kick us out." The smile he
turned on Doyle was blinding. "So if he knows, he must not mind. At least
so long as we don't rub his nose in it." 

"You don't mind Cowley knowing?" 

"I'm not crazy about it, and I'll kill bloody McKay the next time I see
him. But Cowley was bound to find out sooner or late. McKay just beat us
to it. The old man is okay. He knows we're his best. Well, look what he
offered you." 

"Yeh. Well, I don't want it. And I'll tell him so tomorrow. If it wasn't
so late, I'd tell him tonight." 

"Tonight! We've better things to do tonight," Bodie responded. 

Doyle studied his mate with some calculation. Bodie had been openly
distressed when he thought he might lose his partner, and was still on
edge. Doyle was not beyond using that recent fear to achieve his aim. 

"Yeh, I believe we do." He elbowed Bodie roughly to make him let go and
stood up. "Get up, you big crud. The time has come." 

"Huh?" 

"That's my Bodie, always eloquent. Just get up," Doyle repeated. 

Bodie's eyes widened in surprise at the command tone, but stood
obediently. 

Doyle experienced a little shock of delight as he realized that in his
boots he had a slight edge in height over the barefoot Bodie. For a change
he actually looked down on the other man. Who looked a little puzzled by
it. 

"I'm taller than you, that's what's different." 

"What?" Bodie blustered as the fact registered. "I never noticed." 

"Liar." 

Excited, Doyle grasped the nonplused man with hard hands. Bodie was
strangely pliant under his grip and his heart kicked into high. It was
going to be easy. Bodie's earlier fear would work to his advantage. A grin
covered his face then as he realized what else was throwing Bodie. 

For once, he had the psychological advantage of height-and it did add a
certain spice to be able to look down on his partner. But his reaction was
slight in comparison to Bodie's. The look on Bodie's face almost made him
resolve to stand on a bloody box hereafter, or even consider getting lifts
installed in his sodding trainers. Bodie seemed bewildered by his
unexpected loss in stature and Doyle gleefully seized the opportunity for
control without the usual struggle. He didn't need an edge, but he wasn't
such a fool to pass up the opportunity, and before Bodie regained his
equilibrium. Besides power was heady stuff. 

"Like to think you're always in control don't you; well, not tonight, you
aren't." He smiled at Bodie's small frown. "Poor sod, thought you'd be
first, didn't you?" He lowered his mouth to Bodie's then, and excitement
centered in his groin as the man opened to him. Fire-fed sensations fanned
the curl of desire, sharp and intense, just knowing Bodie was his, was
yielding control to him. And he knew what he wanted and had every
intention of demanding that final commitment. 

"Bedroom's in the same place," he suggested throatily, breaking the kiss,
and they moved as one. He nudged Bodie onto the bed before stripping,
wanting him prone before he removed his boots. 

Tense, quivering with need, Bodie watched him undress. "Coming on a bit
strong, aren't we?" 

"You noticed? Well, it's about time you learned who's in control of this
unit. There's no tracks up my back and never will be." 

Bodie choked in amazement. "You cheeky devil. Chance'd be a fine thing,
wouldn't it?" Bodie raised his arms and cradled the back of his head as he
stretched out in a provocative pose. "Well, come on and show me, then, if
you've a mind to." 

He leaned over and without preliminaries, removed the borrowed robe and
the smirk from Bodie's face. Lowering himself on the smooth, warm body, he
whispered," Shirrup, Bodie. You'll love it." Any further comments he
muffled with his mouth. 

Doyle knew it wasn't going to be an easy loving. They were still on an
adrenaline high from their previous emotions. Both hands reached for short
tufts of black silk, forcing Bodie's head back into the pillow, tongue
plundering the willing mouth. Then in some instinctive bid for dominance,
Bodie surged up, fighting for freedom. Doyle forced a leg between corded
thighs to meet soft flesh and his forearm quickly pressed against Bodie's
exposed throat. Desire leaped at the resistance, and he rammed his
suddenly heavy cock into Bodie's groin. His partner responded with a
thickened moan of desire and pressed his own hardened shaft against him,
further encouraging the engorgement of his sex. Bodie's hands explored his
backside, kneading lean flesh, completing his arousal. 

Ignoring the pleasure of Bodie's touch, he slid downward, giving brief
attention to ivory skin and pebble-hard nipples, to the pulsing length
that was his goal. He trapped it between his chin and neck, sliding up and
down the shaft several times before beginning a leisurely lapping. Once he
looked up and found dark, thick-lashed eyes, glazed with desire riveted on
him. He shivered as Bodie's fingers caressed his flank, teasing his cock
with avoidance. Then Bodie's other hand buried itself in his hair and
pushed him back to business. He sucked the rigid flesh into his mouth and
Bodie's cry was echoed by his own jumping cock. Bodie was his tonight. 

They both knew it was going to happen; he was going to own that pale body,
make Bodie admit they belonged together. 

Suddenly impatient he rose to his knees and flipped the quivering body. 

Nibbling down the strong back, he announced his intention, wanting to
vocalize his dominance. "I'm gonna fuck you, Bodie." 

A thickened rasp goaded him, "Do it then." 

Doyle reached for lubricant, smeared them liberally. Wiping nervous sweat
from his forehead first, he centered himself on Bodie, pushed past the
tight anal pucker, waiting until he felt the muscle spasm pass before
thrusting home. 

Bodie moaned and pushed back before tensing. "Ray, dammit, it hurts." 

Doyle bit his lip. "Don't think I can stop, sunshine," he said clutching
the sweat drenched body. 

"Don't want you to, do I? Just don't move for a bit." 

Doyle fought with his need to thrust, the sensations engendered by Bodie's
tight arse pushing him almost beyond endurance. He leaned forward and
buried his face in Bodie's neck, willing the man to relax. Taut muscles
seemed to tremble beneath him forever before suddenly relaxing. 

"Okay, now," Bodie whispered. 

Doyle's relief was so intense, he cried out as he began to move his hips
frantically he was so close to bursting. And Bodie was arching back now,
keeping the rhythm. Somehow, Doyle managed to slip a hand under Bodie to
grip his erection. Time spun out as they moved toward release, nothing
else existing for them but the need in their straining bodies. Attuned in
this, as they were in everything else, orgasm ripped through them at the
same moment, dropping them into a pit of pleasure. 

Bodie recovered first, twisting under him to dislodge his collapsed form. 

Doyle felt arms encircle him, warm breath in his ear. He couldn't be
bothered to move. 

"Sunshine?' "Mmm." 

"You happy now?" 

Doyle opened one eye, jarred by the sadness in the voice. "'Kinda question
is that?" 

"You won." 

Both eyes opened. "Did I? Thought maybe we both did." 

Bodie nodded bleakly. "Too early to know that. Only know one thing. I love
you. 

The lost look on Bodie's face almost defeated Doyle. "Ah, Bodie, it's not
s'posed to hurt." Bodie began to stroke aimless patterns in his chest hair
and the gesture comforted him almost as much as the words had discomfited.


"Look you do trust me, right?" 

"Course I do. I just don't trust this." Bodie made a vague gesture
encompassing them and the bed. 

"Why?" 

The hand on him stilled. "Won't last, this. Just a pretty dream. Oh, I
want it to, but it won't. One of us will die, or find someone, something
else. You know 'time will come and take my love away' sort of thing." He
shook his head to forestall Doyle. "Think about it, mate. Best not to get
involved so deeply." 

"Too late," Doyle whispered. 

"Probably is at that," Bodie agreed. "Look, let's leave it till tomorrow,
all right, I'm knackered." 

"I love you, too." He considered for a moment before continuing under his
breath. "Despite your monumental faults." 

His declaration won no response, but Bodie drew him close and soon sleep
claimed one of them. 

******

When Doyle woke the next morning, he was alone. At first he was irritated
at the desertion, but the fact that he was not surprised told him he must
have expected it. Last night he'd lain awake for hours trying to
understand where he'd misfigured and what his next move would be. He knew
he'd hoped by forcing Bodie into a deeper physical commitment than an
inner one would follow. Apparently his mate's defense system was stronger
than he'd believed. No matter. Bodie was caught securely; he just didn't
know it yet. Only time would solve their problem, he now realized, no
shortcuts would do. They both lived in the present but in different ways.
His infuriating partner thought that meant strong barriers and no
emotional entanglements, whereas his philosophy was to accept those
entanglements and everything they implied before it was too late. One was
too cautious with his emotional life, and one willing to throw caution to
the winds for the right person. 

As he got ready for work, he thought about the coming confrontation with
Cowley. The man posed a very real and dangerous threat to this plans. Not
because he feared losing Bodie to the old man, but because he was sure
Cowley would immediately be scheming to drive a wedge between him and
Bodie. Since their relationship had not been strengthened by last night's
lovemaking, Cowley would have to be neutralized. If the old man suspected
a problem, he'd figure a way to cause trouble. It had also occurred to him
if Cowley thought his and Bodie's affair was just that and not
serious-just a by-product of working too closely-he might be able to
defuse the old man's sense of urgency. And if Cowley could be persuaded,
then Ray Doyle would have the necessary time to bind Bodie close. 

Piling his dirty cup in the sink, he pulled on his jacket. Today he would
deal with Cowley. The terrible anger of last night was gone and in its
place was purpose. Use your anger, Cowley had said, let it work for you. 

He must, because if he failed, the controller of CI5 would have him for
breakfast. 

Thirty minutes later when he arrived at HQ there was no sign of Bodie for
which he was grateful; their meeting could be postponed for awhile. When
he requested an interview he was directed to go right in, and he found the
Scotsman waiting for him. 

"I take it this early morning visit means Master Bodie couldn't wait to
tell you?" 

Doyle rested his weight on one foot and leaned against the door jamb, his
eyes meeting Cowley's, knowing it was critical to act as if his only
concern was the splitting of the partnership. "Yeh, he told me. I'm here
to turn it down." 

If Cowley felt anything, he didn't show it. "Why? You could at least hear
me out." 

Voice, flat, noncommittal, revealing nothing. "I could, but I still
wouldn't be interested." 

Cowley's gaze was relentless. "Is that wise? This is an excellent move for
you, and you're not getting any younger." 

He moved into the office for a more direct confrontation. "Doesn't matter;
I still have a few years and I'm not ready to break up the team yet. Bodie
and I like working together, playing cowboys together. We do a good job,
you can't deny it." He injected increasing enthusiasm into his expression,
waving his arms a bit for emphasis. 

The hawk like probe didn't falter. "I'm not denying it. But you could do
an even more important job." 

"Maybe someday I'll be interested if I live that long." He shrugged,
trying to convey his disinterest in the future. 

"You may not receive a second offer," Cowley supplied quickly. 

"That's it then, innit?" he said bored by it all. 

Cowley's composure slipped briefly. "For God's sake, 4.5, why?" Then his
eyes narrowed. "Is it Bodie? Did he dissuade you? I know you two are very
close." 

Anger flared momentarily and he didn't hide it. "Yeh, I know you know." 

"You want to explain that remark." Cowley's voice dropped the temperature
in the room ten degrees. 

Doyle hesitated a moment, dredged up convincing embarrassment. 

Cowley continued to dig, the chill note intensifying. "Consider that an
order if you must." 

It came out as an accusation and he didn't care. "McKay must have talked
to you, told you his suspicions." 

Cowley flushed slightly, expression openly hostile. "I listened to McKay. 

I wasn't surprised by what he told me either." He glanced away with a
grimace of distaste. 

Ducking his head, Doyle tried to give the impression of schoolboy
defiance. 

"We don't care that you know. We just weren't keen to have McKay to know
or be the one to tell you fuck each other every so often." 

Cowley's head snapped up, his reprimand automatic. "Keep your guttersnipe
language in the streets where it belongs, Doyle, and not in my office." 

He shrugged helplessly. "Sorry. I just wanted to make it clear we're only
having it off when we need to work off the adrenaline. It's not the love
affair of the century." 

Cowley raised skeptical eyebrows. 

Doyle continued. "We're mates; you should know. You as good as gave him to
me, same as bleedin' holy wedlock, that. I s'pose the emotions just run
over sometimes. But don't get the idea we've given up birds; Christ, we're
not queers." 

Cowley's relief was just perceptible, and he was aware of it. "Well, as
long as you both do your jobs, and I don't have to worry about your
prancing about, it's your business. I suppose I should report such
behaviour to Dr. Ross, though." 

"Dr. Ross!" Doyle managed to sound horrified without trying. "It's not
worth having her mess about in my head; I'll drop it sooner than see a
trick cyclist." 

Cowley relaxed visibly. "Well, no need to worry, lad. You and Bodie are
save for now." 

Doyle shifted weight, anxious now to be gone; Cowley however, was inclined
to talk. "I really thought you ad more ambition, would jump at the
opportunity to be boss." 

"Maybe I do," he admitted, "but I also like the direct involvement,
knowing and seeing I make a difference in what's happening." 

For the first time, Cowley smiled. "An idealistic pragmatist. Quite rare,
I believe." 

"I am sorry for one thing though. Bodie said your leg was giving you gyp,
that you would have to retire." If he had thought to take pleasure in
seeing Cowley squirm, he was disappointed. 

"True, but since there's no one else I'd consider at present, 4.5, I'll
just have to stay on, doing my best." He leaned back. "Besides, you know
doctors, they're such pessimists." 

"Yeh." He ran a hand through his hair, filled with admiration for the old
fox. "If that's all, sir, I'd better find Bodie. He'll be thinking I
overslept." 

"One minute, Doyle. As long as you're here, there's an assignment I want
to discuss with you." 

******

Forty-five minutes later and a little numb he stood outside the
controller's office, knowing he should have realized Cowley wouldn't be
convinced so easily. Not now certainly, when he felt so strongly about
Bodie that he'd rushed into a risky move like the job offer. Future plans
must be carefully laid as Cowley would be alert to any strife. Already he
was facing his first test. His new assignment was to set up housekeeping
with a Hong Kong agent-a female copper. Bodie would have his own
undercover assignment-solo. 

This Chinese bird he was to be partnered with would undoubtedly have
orders to report everything he did to Cowley, possibly even ordered to
test him. 

Not that it mattered if he was or wasn't Cowley's grass, The old man had
his own methods, devious every one. At least now, his course was clear. 

Chase the birds to fool Cowley till he caught Bodie. And it might not hurt
to let Bodie see him with girls, or to encourage him to see them. It might
make the nutter think a little about the difference between love and sex. 

The situation was even self-explanatory; Bodie'd just think he'd convinced
Doyle of the need to back off. 

He shivered even though the day was warm. Cowley was more than a match for
any man, but Doyle'd straighten out Bodie before long. He had to, didn't
he? And Cowley had better watch out then, or he'd have his job as
well-triple-think was catching. 

-- THE END --

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