#abbotxwhitaker

Listen, Jack 'my therapist told me to find a hobby' Abbot signing up to be an Alpha for a heat service on his days off is something I need but do not have time to actually write.

Dennis is so grateful he got heat leave and also that Trinity is at work (and also told him she's staying at Garcia's because 'nope, the walls are not thick enough for that.' As if Dennis did not Know That due to the fact that Garcia stayed over A Lot.)

He's still got some credits on this heat service thing he's been saving, and he can tell this heat is going to be a Bad One, and he'd feel guilty stinking up Santos' apartment with his desperate pheromones when his fingers and his single knotting toy weren't enough anymore.

And there's this Alpha available. With a shirtless picture that makes Dennis just about drool. His reviews are really good, people saying he's not just caring but also funny, he made them breakfast, he was respectful, he fixed their sink. So he clicks to book him, filling in his address before he can think about it for too long.

His nest is rather pitiful, and he's not entirely sure Trinity won't murder him for stealing her snuggie, but it'll have to do. He tries not to think about a dark blue hoodie draped over the chair of a certain work station at the ED. He tries not to think about the smoky scent of a certain locker close to his, the one with a silly little rabbit doodle taped to it that nobody had the guts to take down.

Listen, there's a reason Dennis filled in his preferred age as a lot older than he was. He was nothing if not predictable.

There's a knock on the door. Dennis pokes at his sad little nest one last time before going to get the door, hoping he doesn't look too desperate and pathetic yet. Hoping this Alpha really is sweet, and caring, and funny, and kind. Hoping that maybe his scent is even slightly close to the smoky cedar of his (wet) dreams.

He opens the door.

And then nearly slams it again.

Oooh anon you can indeed have more Heat Service Abbot.

-Jack's therapist told him to get a hobby and then nixed his SWAT medic hobby because that's not a hobby that's actively retraumatising yourself. Uuuurgh.

Sex isn't traumatising. He likes sex. He still sucks at golf, but he's great at sex.

So he signs up to be an Alpha for a heat service. He makes his own hours, only does it when he's in the mood or needs a distraction, and he meets a lot of interesting people.

-When the door opens and he sees Robby's MS4 standing there, smelling delicious but looking like someone just told him puppies were now illegal, he took a step back. "If you're not comfortable with this, I can call the agency and have someone else here within the hour," he said, keeping his tone soft, gentle.

-Dennis is surprisingly strong, and him yanking Jack inside and pressing his nose against Jack's neck, right at his scent gland, well... that did something to Jack.

-Jack always brings some extra nesting materials with his scent on it, snacks, and some other supplies he's found are helpful. When he sees Dennis' rather sad nest, he doesn't comment, just offers the cozy blanket he brought, as well as the shirt off his back.

Dennis seems embarrassed, so he presses up right against him as he adds the things. "Thank you for making such a cozy nest for us, sweetheart."

-The way Dennis nearly melts into him says enough about how much he needs an Alpha there, and how waiting an hour would have been too much. He gets him in the nest, and makes sure he has a very, very good time.

-If Jack maybe gets a little more into it than he usually does, well, Dennis doesn't need to know that.

-If Jack maybe nuzzles into the back of Dennis' neck and inhales deeply while he's still knotted, Dennis doesn't seem to notice, or mind.

-He does indeed make Dennis dinner. And maybe stays for round two, which isn't usually covered in a heat service, but well... how can he say no to those puppy eyes?