Badges

I’ve ever had,” Brian replied. “You really are terrific in bed. You know that, right?”

    “Thanks, you know what you’re doing as well.”

    They lay there in each other’s arms and took a short nap.

    The next day, Sean gathered his things and, after giving Brian a kiss, left to go home. Now they had to wait for a phone call from the police department on the shootings they were involved in on their last day of duty.

    It was a stressful time even though both men knew that they were justified in the actions they took. The events of that last shift replayed themselves over and over in their minds while they looked for anything they might have done wrong. Their misery was ended finally with a phone call from the head of Internal Affairs.

    “Sergeant King, this is Lieutenant Hayes of Internal Affairs.”

    “Yes, Lieutenant?”

    “The shooting review board has concluded its investigation and issued its determination. They feel that both you and Patrolman Baxter performed in accordance with your duties and followed departmental guidelines in the use of deadly force.”

    “Thank you. That’s a relief, Lieutenant.”

    “Just remember that this will now be reviewed by the state’s attorney for the county, but they’ve never indicted an officer who has been cleared by Internal Affairs. You are to continue on leave until Monday, and then you are to report for duty.”

    “Thanks, Lieutenant. You’ll call Baxter or should I?”

    “He’s my next phone call.”

    Brian hung up the phone and felt a weight lift from his shoulders. He knew that Sean would be elated at the news. He wondered if they should celebrate in some way. He could think of a couple of ways of doing that.

    A few minutes later and Brian’s phone rang again. This time it was Sean.

    “Did they call you, Brian?”

    “Yes, just before you. You feel better now that we’re officially cleared?”

    “Yeah, although I wish I hadn’t had to shoot anyone that night.”

    “Some men are just determined to die, and they used me and you to do it. It sucks, but it comes with the job we both love.”

    “I guess. I’ll tell you what else I love….”

    “Yea? What’s that?”

    “Sucking your cock and eatin’ your ass!”

    “Sean, you have a dirty mouth on you, boy!”

    “Well, you’ll just have to spank me again to make me learn a lesson.”

    “You do know that can be arranged quite easily, right?”

    “If I’m lucky, it can be.”

    “What are your plans for the rest of our time off?” Brian asked.

    “Dunno. But I know what I’d like to do….”

    “Yeah? What’s that?”

    “I’d like to spend the next seventy-two hours naked in your arms.”

    “Damn, that sounds nice. Tell you what, why don’t you pack a gym bag with some clothes and your personal stuff and come on over. We’ll go out and get some food for grilling and pick up some beer and anything else you want.”

    “Don’t forget lots of lube!”

    “Okay, lube it is. Get on over here, Sean. I miss you already.”

    “It’s nice to hear you say that, Brian. I’ll be there before you know it.”

Borders of Love

    When twenty-five-year-old Border Patrol Agent Jeffrey Wilkins reported for duty that morning at his post on the border separating the United States and Canada, it was only his second month on the job. He had completed a tour in the Army and upon discharge had applied to and been accepted by the Customs and Border Protection Agency responsible for a host of law enforcement functions.

    “Good morning, Don. Everything quiet last night?” Jeff asked the lead patrol agent.

    “Yep, nothing unusual according to the briefing ten minutes ago,” replied Daniel Weber. “The supervisor told me to tell you that today you’re gonna begin taking over our alert notices and any intelligence designated to be shared with our opposites on the Canadian side.”

    “Do I just walk over?”

    “Sure, no sense in wasting gas to go that little bit of distance. You turn over the reports and bring back anything that they may have for us. You do this each day at ten o’clock.”

    “Who do I see over there?”

    “Just ask for the briefing officer and then hand him the papers.”

    “Okay, sounds simple enough. I take it that’s the basket that will have any paper documents to go over, right?” Jeff said, pointing to an inbox marked “Canadian.”

    “You got it, Einstein. By the way, you go whether there’s anything there or not. They may have