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“You’re here.”
“Happy Birthday, Logan. I got you something.”
“You’re supposed to be in Japan.”
“I’m right where I want to be.”
“Thank you, Jules. This is, wow. Perfect present.”
“I know you can use a new laptop to edit your music and things.”
“Yeah, I…that, too.”
♾
“You’re here.”
“Happy Birthday, Julian. I got you something.”
“You’re supposed to be in France.”
“I’m right where I want to be.”
“Thank you, Seb. This is, wow. Perfect present.”
“I know you probably miss real macarons. These are your favorites.”
“Yeah, I…that, too.”
He was lost. He was totally and completely lost. Julian turned the school map around trying to find the direction he had come from but all the corridors looked the same. Study in Paris, they said, it would be good. All the beautiful men, culture and art and now he couldn’t find his way to the first class of the semester.
The bell rang signalling the beginning of the class and he looked around in alarm. He needed to find some to help him and noticed someone, a student may be, pass by him.
“Excuse me.” He called out, walking towards the guy and then realized that he needed to speak in French. “Could you point me towards the Art History class.” he stuttered in French, hoping he had his pronunciations correct. Luckily the course was only for four months and in English and then he was back home.
The guy, man, student, Julian was not sure, turned around and smiled at him “American.”
“French?” Julian greeted “I need to get to class. Art History by Dr. Smythe.”
“Oh, no I am American as well.” The guy replied smiling brightly, looking at him as Julian walked towards him “And you could call Dr. Smythe as Sebastian you know. Instead of Dr. Smythe. He prefers Sebastian.”
“Okay, then.” Julian huffed at the guy, who now came to stand next to him. He was fairly tall, had brown hair and brown eyes, “So, Art History?’
“Right this way.” The guy directed and ducked into the nearest archway which turned out to be the classroom he was looking for.
Julian stared at the man, boy’s retreating back, he still wasn’t sure, in amazement. He would have definitely missed classroom if he had not stopped for directions and this way he found another American and a cute one! his head supplied and he smiled. Perhaps there was hope.
He entered in and slowly made his way to the top noticing that the Professor – Sebastian, no Dr. Smythe his head corrected, go with Dr. Smythe till you’re sure that you can address him as Sebastian, had just come in as well and was setting up the classroom; dry erasing the board, with his back towards the class.
“Thank god.” he whispered silently, realizing that he was not late and settled down and began removing his books and pen looking around to find where his saviour was seated when the teacher turned around.
“Fuck.” Julian whispered when he realized who his professor was. It was his saviour – Dr. Smythe was his saviour. Sebastian – his head corrected, he clearly gave you permission to call him Sebastian. “He was flirting!” he whispered loudly and the students next to him immediately turned to look at him. He ducked embarrassed and looked around to find Dr. Smythe – Sebastian, grinning at him, smirking even when he realized Julian was looking at him.
Fuck Indeed.
*
“Dr. Smythe.” Julian approached the front of the classroom carefully once all the students had departed. He didn’t know what he was doing but he wanted to assure his Professor that he wouldn’t be late the next time and also to check whether there was any actual flirting involved unless he made the whole thing up in his head.
Dr Smythe’s non-nonsense attitude throughout the lecture being smart, well versed, knowledgeable, commanding the class and keeping hold of their attention impressed him thoroughly and he did want to continue to attend class.
“I am sorry about today.” He took a deep breath and looked at his professor in the eye. "I assure you I am not usually this tardy. I just got –“
“Lost.”Dr. Smythe – Sebastian completed his sentence and Julian nodded
“Don’t worry.” Dr. Smythe – Sebastian smiled, shouldering his bag “It happens to the best of us. Shall we” he gestured towards the door. “We don’t want you to get lost again.”
He ushered Julian out the door, a hand gently resting on the small of Julian’s back “also, call me Sebastian.” and smiled widely at Julian who was sure he was getting heart failure. “And yes this is me asking you out if you’re interested.” and Julian blinked and nodded in delight
*
“So how did how you happen to be teaching at the Sorbonne.” Julian asked, Yes good, his brain supplied, it's about time you snapped out from being a sappy teenager, get yourself together. Sebastian smiled at him and nudged his shoulder, their arms not quite touching but together as they walked down the long corridor.
“I came here to study and fell in love with Paris.” Sebastian looked around the place and Julian watched his every movement, “I mean, what’s not to love.” His eyes finally settled on Julian’s and Julian smiled softly his hands gently grazing Sebastian’s “I guess one can find pretty things when they’re least expecting, sometimes in even in their own backyard”
“Or class.” Julian muttered and Sebastian laughed and pecked him on the cheek. “So, Mignon, how about tonight, then you can tell me how you ended up in my class”
Missing Theodore Chasseriau found. NYPD has successively retrieved the missing $ 2 Million master piece. Read more on page 6 on how Agent Sebastian Smythe from the Art Crimes dept. successively solved the case.
Sebastian sighed and changed tabs on the computer. The news of the retrieved painting was still making rounds and he was fed up of the publicity. He just wanted to work in peace and his colleagues were not helping, when there was a knock on the door, again.
“This amounts to harassment, you know. Stop with the jokes and the autographs. It’s not funny.”
“Well, usually I am the one who normally signs out autographs, but you’re cute, so I think I can make an exception.”
He looked up from the screen to find a man leaning against the door, arms crossed, and eyes clearly on him.
“Hi, I would like to report a stolen Monet. I am Julian, Julian Larson, the actor” He walked up to him and pulled a chair out and sat down. ”They told me to come here, that you’re the best at what you do.” he smiled, eyes not leaving Sebastian’s face “Would you like to get coffee? We can discuss about the stolen painting.”
“I... uh... we” Sebastian stammered, clearly thrown off and not expecting a gorgeous actor to suddenly walk into his office. “I don’t even know you. I mean-” he swallowed as the man continued to look at him and smile, dare say even checking him out.
“This is not protocol. You need to -“he opened up a drawer and handed him a form. ”Mr. Larson, you need to fill this out. Your name, your address, the details of the incident, when did you realize it was missing, the security measures in place.”
“It’s all in here.” Julian smiled, handing him the same form, already previously filled. “I spoke to your supervisor earlier. I want you on my case.” Julian shrugged, “You know, being that you’re cute and smart. So coffee? “He asked charmingly “At my place. You can check out the crime scene.”
“Mr. Larson –“Sebastian tried
“Please, call me Julian. I insist.”
“Julian, I just can’t leave my desk, it’s been less than 24 hours. I need to get my team ready. I need a sign off confirmation to start the case.”
“You don’t want me.” There was a small frown on Julian’s –Mr. Larson’s face. “I mean, you won’t me help me.”
Sebastian felt sad for a moment. “It’s just protocol. I’ll see what I can do to hasten the process”
“Thank you.” Julian stood up and stretched out his hand. ”I‘ll be waiting for you.” And with a slight caress to Sebastian’s hand, he smiled and left.
*
“Agent Smythe. Come in”
Sebastian nodded and removed off his sunglasses. ”Would you like a coffee.” Julian smiled and ushered him in. Sebastian looked around the magnificent white drawing room, noting the various sculptures and artwork lining the walls.
“Your collection is amazing.” He said as he looked around the beautiful, tastefully decorated room.
“What can I say.” Julian said, clearly checking him out, with a smile on his face. “I like pretty things.”
“Mr. Larson, We’ve come to check the scene of the crime” Sebastian said gesturing to team behind. “Could you show us the way?”
“Julian, please.” Julian smiled at him, eyes back up on Sebastian’s face “This way.”
*
“Mr. Larson, we’ve dusted in the area and found a finger print, we’ll be checking the same out shortly.” Sebastian looked up from the notebook, he had been writing in. “We’ve also noticed the wire has been cut and hence no alarm rang when the painting was lifted.” He gestured at the mangled alarm system that looked like it had been hit by a bat and then cut with a sharp knife “We’ve also noticed that there is no proper security system in place. “
“This is my home, Agent Smythe, I am not an art collector. I just like to fill it with things I like.” Julian looked around the room, eyes finally reaching Sebastian’s”-but there is still something missing.”
“Where were you yesterday night, the last timestamp was for 11 pm.” Sebastian asked, turning the page of the notebook.
“I was here only; got done filming, came home, washed up, dinner and then bed. The life of an actor is not all glamorous you see.”
“Was any one with you? Were you alone?” Sebastian asked jotting down the details.
“Why, are you offering?” Julian asked softly “No, it’s just me. Been unattached for some time.” Sebastian remembered the torrid affair that was the break up of the actor and some senator’s son.
“Well then Mr. Larson.” Sebastian stood and put away the notebook. “We’ll be in touch.”
“Please do, I look forward to it.” and Julian smiled and placed his hand on Sebastian’s back to guide him towards the door.
*
“Agent Smythe” Sebastian looked up from where he was nursing his drink “Fancy meeting you here.“ Julian smiled and set his drink down in front of him taking a seat opposite him.
“Julian.” Sebastian breathed. The memory of the actor had not left his mind in the three weeks he last saw him. Barring the few emails and phone calls they had shared about the missing painting and the lack of progress, brief description of their day from Julian’s end and Sebastian’s quiet comments on the same, there had been no further contact between them.
Sebastian found himself missing Julian and his come-ons.
“I mean Mr. Larson. What are you doing here.” which was clearly a Cop’s bar, it being directly opposite the precinct.
Julian smiled brightly and Sebastian knew that he had heard him “I was in the neighborhood and stopped by for a drink” He took a sip of his drink and placed it down “And it’s Julian Agent Smythe.”
“In the neighborhood.” repeated Sebastian with a laugh and took a sip. Julian clearly lived in the opposite direction on the Upper West Side.
“Yeah and how are you doing? “ Julian smiled again and shook out his hair. “I’ve been wanting to reach out to you sooner but was wrapped up in filming. So how have you been?”
“I am sorry to say but there has been not further development on the case.” Sebastian said with a frown. “We checked the fingerprint, it’s not in the system. No leads from your security, it turned out to be a bust. No ransom or fencing of the painting.” He sighed and rubbed his eyes, Julian’s case was seriously confusing him.
“I asked about you, Agent Smythe.” Julian said softly. “Not about the case.”
“I’ve been better.” Sebastian sighed looking at Julian properly,”- and call me Sebastian.”
“Sebastian” Julian smiled and gestured to his glass, “Can I get you another drink.”
*
Some months later Sebastian found Julian back again in his office. After the meeting in the bar they had been in contact again but it was slowly dying out when there was nothing new to add from Sebastian’s end and Julian mostly talking about himself with the few bits Sebastian volunteered about his day and life in general.
He found himself wishing he had the courage to ask Julian out and turn those meetings into something more and not let it die out which was clearly what was happening. He missed Julian’s smile, not public one when he was coming onto him, but the softer private that came out once in Julian’s home and then whenever they got the chance to meet.
Julian was smart and funny and had a quick mind and he wanted to get to know him a little bit more but protocol once again stopped him as he couldn’t be involved with a victim.
“Agent Smythe.” Sebastian looked up from the new case of a forgery to find Julian at his door way, He was smiling his public smile but then it changed into a softer, gentler smile when Sebastian greeted him.
“Julian. Hi, how have you been.” and Julian smiled even brighter and Sebastian blushed slightly and corrected himself. “Mr. Larson, how can I help you?”
“My Goya is missing.” and Sebastian found himself shutting off his computer and escorting Julian back to his place.
*
“I see that you took my advice.” Sebastian noted as he took in the new security measures, noticing the discreetly placed cameras and advanced touch pad security system.
“Yes, my agent said that it would be good for me. The attack on the actress last week.” Julian added when he found Sebastian looking at him.
“Actress?” Sebastian asked, vaguely recalling the incident. Cases like that went to the Special Crimes Unit, so he was not familiar with the same. “No, I meant for the art work.”
“Hmm that too.” Julian said looking at Sebastian.
“Well at least you’re safe. The same can’t be said for the Goya.” and Julian smiled brightly at him. “Can you show me the place?”
*
Sebastian leaned against the chair. Julian’s case was confusing him and he was increasingly worried about his safety with the second robbery; any fluke of an incident could easily turn the robbery into a homicide.
He studied the two reports, there was the same fingerprint so it meant that it was the same suspect, but the fingerprint was not on the database and the only common denominator was Julian himself unless…
He stopped and the pull the original case file where Julian made the initial report and recorded his details. “Fingerprints.” Breathed out Sebastian, “He wouldn’t.”
He called the lab. “I need a match on these fingerprints samples immediately”
*
“Thank you for coming.” Julian said later that day when Sebastian knocked on his door.” I was hoping you would visit.”
“Is this a joke to you?” Sebastian asked softly “Am I joke to you?”
“It’s a match, your fingerprints match the ones I found. There wasn’t a robbery. If I search the house will I find the missing paintings?” He pushed his hair back completely frustrated, he had been played and he was just starting to have feelings for him.
“I checked your financials, there have been no unusual withdrawals or deposits to your bank account. So that means you didn’t pay any one, nor did you fence the painting.” He told a clearly stunned Julian.
“You’re lucky that I actually like you, I haven’t reported this yet.”
“You like me.” Julian breathed out and smiled. He reached out to touch Sebastian who jerked immediately
“Don’t”
“Was this all a joke to you? To waste my time, my department’s time, the resources.”
“I. No.” stammered Julian “I saw the article and wanted to get to know you. You are smart and funny and beautiful and caring.” He sat down heavily on the sofa “I am an idiot.”
He looked up to find Sebastian still looking at him. “I wanted to get to know you. I didn’t know how and then I realized that I was falling in too deep but you didn’t seem to reciprocate so hence….” He trailed off and gestured around the room.
“I couldn’t reciprocate because it was protocol. We are not actually allowed to socialize with the victims. Though this is a felony now.”
“Felony” Julian blanched white “I didn’t mean. I didn’t know. I just wanted to know you.”
“Then you should have approached me the normal way.” Sebastian said sadly and walked away.
“Sebastian, please!” Julian cried out but the answering noise of the door being closed was all that he got.
*
“Congrats on closing the Larson case.” His supervisor told him three days later. ”I got a call from Mr. Larson commending your brilliant work! Keep it up”
Julian called him daily, sent him emails constantly; apologizing and explaining. May be he had handled it badly but he couldn’t believe what had happened, that Julian took all those measures to get to know him.
He needed a drink.
He clocked off work early hoping that his boss wouldn’t hold it against him considering he supposedly closed a high profile case and opened the door to the bar only to find Julian waiting for him at the counter.
“Please.” He said holding his hand out pleadingly, sadly. “Let me just say this and then if you want, I will leave and will never disturb you again.”
Sebastian gestured him to a booth and Julian smiled sadly and followed him.
“My name is Julian Larson.” He started “I am an actor. I always got what I wanted. Some would say that I am spoilt but I work very hard to get the things that I want. I like pretty things but they’re not always good for me or I am not good for them.”
He took a deep breath “People take advantage of that and I have been hurt countless of times and then I pick up, dust myself up and then move on to find the next pretty thing.”
He looked carefully into Sebastian’s eye. “And then I found you and you turned out to be the prettiest of them all. So I took and took and you were intriguing, smart, and funny. You didn’t want anything from me, I could be me. I wanted more.”
“I do want more but I didn’t how. I didn’t know that you couldn’t. So I did the things I did, to get you to talk to me. To have you in my life. “
“But I know that I hurt you.” He swallowed and looked down at the table.” I won’t do it again. I’ll leave you alone.”
“You couldn’t approach me any other way, you fool.” Sebastian laughed and leaned to kiss Julian on the lips.
“I didn’t know how.” Julian said cautiously
“I am Sebastian Smythe, from the Art Crimes division at NYPD and you’re Julian Larson, the actor. Tell me more about yourself.” And Julian smiled and began to speak.
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