It's not easy being blue -- a cop -- that is, not a good one anyway. Scott Hedrich and Mark Stenner have had each other's backs a long time. Best friends, they've supported each other through girlfriends, marriages, divorces, promotions, the various ups and downs and dangers of their job, including the terrorist attack on DC.<br><br>Somewhere along the way, their friendship turned into something more. Twenty-three years later and they've finally come to recognize what's been the truth all along. They belong together. It's time for a wedding!

For the Last Time

“I hope nobody called Lynn. It’d be better if she heard about what happened from me,” Scott said.


“True.” Mark kissed him one more time and then they both got back in the car and drove toward Scott’s house.


Working a case together was both fabulous and unadulterated hell at the same time. The case itself was a messy, multi-jurisdictional thing that involved three precincts across both Maryland and Virginia state lines, and was being overseen by the FBI. Meth dealing mixed with prostitution, liberally sprinkled with five homicides so far. Scott was serving as extra manpower in interviewing witnesses.


He saw Mark nearly every day. Being able to talk to him face to face was great. Not being able to touch him was damn near torture.


Right at that moment he could see Mark across the squad room, sitting at a computer, typing while talking on the phone. Scott was sorting mug shots to be shown to a witness tomorrow.


Chapter 7