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Zeke cracked his neck as he studied the files. He and the team had been poring over this material for hours, and they couldn't find anything that could help. The only things they had were that it was apparently a lunatic who enjoyed traps, perhaps even a Jigsaw imitator.
The detective continued to stare at the laptop screen, his eyes scanning the information, but his mind not processing any of it. It was, in fact, on the other side of town. Thinking about the omega he had left at home, asleep in their bed, curled up in the sheets like a kitten, his belly showing a small bump under the alpha's shirt he was wearing. Zeke glanced at the clock, which read nine thirty in the morning.
He smiled at the thought of William in their kitchen, making his little cookies and rolls. Mixing fruits and sugar to make jam, all the way he liked it. The alpha also imagined the sweet scent permeating the entire apartment, but above all, the omega's scent standing out. The scent of his satisfaction and happiness in seeing that his recipes had turned out right. And his scent was very distinctive, a mixture of hibiscus and iron, as if someone had made a bouquet of these flowers and poured a bucket of blood over them. Something that Zeke constantly wondered about its origin. William said he didn't know either, that it had always been this way. The alpha didn't press further, he knew that questioning more could make Will develop some insecurity, something his therapist told him, and he immediately agreed. He knew he was bad at compliments as it was, so it would be even worse to label something that was part of the omega as a defect - and it really never would be.
A loud noise snapped him out of his reverie. Fitch had entered the room, looked at him, and sat in one of the chairs, pulling out a folder with, probably, more files.
"What a great morning to catch a torturing maniac of homeless people," the beta muttered as he read the papers.
"A pity it's not you," Zeke whispered back, rolling his eyes. The morning was going to be a drag, he could already tell, which only made him want his home even more, and most importantly, his omega.
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William felt a prick on the side of his neck. He smiled, imagining that Zeke was probably annoyed. The sensation was already customary. Since the alpha was not a very patient person, and there was no shortage of reasons for him to argue or fight with someone, especially when it came to his colleagues, who were also big jerks, deserving everything the omega planned to do with them.
Speaking of them. Now was the most certain time to decide who should die first. Since he was already in front of the police station, ready to do his little check on his alpha, so his list could already be made as a bonus.
The omega got out of the taxi, and looked carefully at the doors of the police station, already imagining the mess it would be when he started to act more seriously. Some officers chatted on the stairs, and when he passed, they looked carefully. Perhaps trying to figure out what an omega like him would be doing in a police station with a bag full of food containers. He just waved and greeted them with a dry good morning. Quickly passing through the doors and heading towards the desk that could only be a "reception".
"Hi, good morning," he said with a small smile. Zeke's scent had already reached his nose, his omega squirming as if seeking more.
"Good morning, what can I do for you?" The woman returned the smile, giving a slight look at his shirt, where his belly was already showing a small bump from the pregnancy.
"I'm looking for Detective Banks, please," He asked the redhead policewoman who watched him with attention and surprise.
Suddenly, a loud noise echoed through the station. Some curses mixed in and more noises, probably some things fell to the ground in the middle of the confusion.
"Ah, yes. Of course, I-I'll let him know. Can you just, tell me your name, please?" She asked, standing up.
"William, William Schenk," He replied. An eager smile graced his mouth.
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His fingers were already hurting, the bones met the other man's nose about five times. The voices around him grew louder, and it didn't take many minutes for their owners to be pulling him to let go of Fitch. The words echoing in his head.
So, an omega, huh. Must be nice to have a warm hole to crawl into when you get home.
Zeke could have sworn he didn't remember how his fists ended up in Fitch's face, but he liked the feeling of them being there.
In the end, Boz was the one who pulled him away, holding onto his arms tightly.
"What the hell, man, why the fuck did you do that?" The other alpha asked, still holding him while Kraus and O'Brien checked the beta's face.
The man didn't answer, but he took a deep breath. His fingers opened and closed, eager for more touch, to draw more blood.
The movement outside the room was clear, probably everyone had heard, and they were trying to find out what had happened. Anggie wasn't at the station, so Zeke didn't have to worry about the reprimands for a while - which would be wonderful for them. In fact, he was more worried about not punching that guy's face enough, who dared to offend his omega.
The door to the room opened, and a beta with red hair entered. Seeing the tension that surrounded the small space, she quickly delivered her message.
"Zeke, there's an omega in reception who wants to talk to you. His name is Willi-"
The alpha didn't even wait for her to finish. He abruptly broke free from Boz's grip and ran out of the room.
His mind focused only on getting to his omega. Smelling him, kissing him, and drowning in his arms.
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When he reached the reception, it was like the calm finally came to his head, as if he were in a storm, and William was the lighthouse guiding the thunderclouds to leave, letting the blue and sunny sky return.
The younger man smiled calmly, walking towards him, not caring for, well, basically the entire police station staring at
them, completely flabbergasted.
It was a very beautiful moment for those watching from the outside. Alpha and omega embracing, calming each other.
Beautiful and completely shocking, when they realized that Zeke was caressing the other man's belly, his face buried in his neck.
And well, this could only mean one thing, the omega was pregnant. For some, surprising news, for others, like Fitch, it meant a very long time away from Zeke - since paternity leave could last up to a month - which would be wonderful for them.
William, coming out of the bond's stupor, backed away from the alpha a little. Enough for him to pull away from his neck.
"Let's go somewhere a little more private," he whispered, now aware of the looks around.
The alpha nodded, almost unconscious, in a state where any request made by the omega, he would comply, no matter what it was.
He then pulled the younger man towards the police station's parking lot.
William smiled. He knew he had caused enough commotion for quite some time in gossip.
His alpha's arm snaked around his waist tightly, but careful not to hurt. And he felt like he was in heaven.
It's not like I care, everyone can go fuck themselves, I've already got everything I wanted most.