Murder or Suicide?

Afew weeks into springs my partner and I got the call. Police in Chicago need us to investigate a crime scene for a Murder/Suicide call. "well there goes my quiet week off" I get out of my armchair and pull on my trench coat, grabbing my messenger bag and hat from the table beside the front door. "car keys........" I search through my bag until I found them and got into my car. I grab my phone calling my partner, he answers "hello?" he seems abit mad that I called "Watson the game is afoot!!! grab your things and be ready to go!" hang up and start my car. I drive to my partners home and see him standing out there with a tired look, he gets in my car and tosses his bags in the back "where are we going this time Holmes?" I smile "Chicago! to look at a crime scene and to poke a body " he laughs alittle "This is why we are partners" I smile "so it seems Watson....or is it more?" he looks over at me "not entirely sure" I start driving "how does taco bell sound?" he smiles "sounds wonderful" I nod and continue driving util we get to taco bell and order. we eat and then leave "so Watson......hows it going with Elizabeth ?" he sighs "she thinks I'm becoming gay" I laugh "you gay? please I can't see that ever happening" he nods "I know" he seems unsure about what I said.

"Holmes....what if I was gay what would you say?" my partner shifted in his seat. "I don't judge people on their sexuality Watson." I give him a smile. He smiles back and sighs "if you knew who I liked you wouldn't like to be around me" I give him a puzzled look "why not? you are my Watson        I need you in my life to keep me sane.....you are the loin tamer I am the beast you can calm me" Watson gave me a weird look "you mean soul mate" I sigh softly "I was trying to put it so it didnt sound.....Romantic" he perks up "are you gay aswell Mr.Holmes?" he taunts me "I might be but you may never know for that will be a secret for me to know and for you to not know" I smile and he gets a slight evil look "I will find out one way or another."

After afew hours of driving we finally stopped for a rest at a shitty hotel for the night. "do you want separate rooms ?" I asked my tired looking companion "no one room is fine" he answered looking somewhat zombie-ish now. I nod and pay for the room. Watson went to grab his bag but I carried it up for him with him mumbling about how he was in the army and he could carry his own bag just fine. I finally got to our room and unlocked the door. "one bed" I heard Watson say behind me. "And a couch." I pointed out placing his bag on the bed and mine on the floor. "you can have the bed Watson. the couch seems nice" Watson shook his head "no you take the bed". I grunt and sigh "take the bed or I will tie you up with the sheets and lay you in the bed". After awhile of arguing Watson finally took the bed.