[Yeah, I've got through chapter 5 done, if you can call these mini-things 'chapters'. This is me working through writer's block, so I make no promises as to anything ]

"What am I here for?" Joe demanded as Gagnon dragged him into an interrogation room. "Am I under arrest? Do I get a lawyer? This your idea of a joke?"

"Sit," thundered the detective.

"Great," grumbled Joe. "I'm getting locked up for giving bad head."

He got a glare for that. "Everything said in here is recorded, so I suggest you watch what you say."

"Then what am I here for?" Joe snapped.

"Suspected driving under the influence," replied Gagnon.

"Influence of what?" Joe demanded. "You know I don't do drugs. And there wasn't anything stronger than champagne at that premiere, and it was hours ago."

"I know nothing of the sort," Gagnon said. "And I don't know you. You're potentially in a lot of trouble Mister Hennesy. Driving under the influence, assaulting a police officer, threatening an officer."

"What do you mean you don't know? Dammit, Alex, this has gone way past far enough. We had this talk months ago. I don't do drugs!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Just before you f**ked me for the first time. Bastard! I think it's your last time, Alex," Joe shouted.

"I don't know you, and my name is. Not. ALEX!" Gagnon shouted back.

"Don't give me that," snapped Joe. "You're Alex f**king Gagnon! We've been dating for almost four months. I've left clothes at your goddamn apartment, you've got three moles in a straight line on your ass," Joe shouted. By now the two were standing inches apart. "Your dick's uncut and bends a little to the right, you don't like peppermint, and sometimes you sleep with a beat-up brown teddy bear named Snuffles!"

When Joe said that Gagnon went pale and sat down hard.

Joe stopped abruptly. Furious or not, Gagnon's change of demeanor took him off guard and had him a little worried.

The door to the interrogation room opened, and another man came in. He was dressed more casually, in jeans and a button-up white shirt, but his body language still screamed 'cop'.

"Detective Russell," Gagnon said, his voice a little weak.

"Chris, can I talk to you a minute?" he asked.

"Don't go anywhere," Gagnon said to Joe, as he got up.

"f**K you," Joe spat back.

When the door to the room had closed behind them, Steve Russell turned on his partner

"What the f**K kind of game are you playing, Chris? They're gonna have your ass for this!"

"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied.

"Listen, I don't give a damn who you want to screw, but playing f**king mind games with your boyfriend at the station's going to get you tossed off the force!"

"He's not my goddamn