"Caleb, can you stick around for a second?" Cap said as Fitz and Virgil returned to the station to sign off on their patrol. Virgil gave Fitz a questioning look as Fitz followed Cap back to his office.

"Good work on the Edwards case. We're still working out how you got the perp to confess."

"Not to be a jerk, Cap, but it was pretty easy. I just talked to him on his level, figured out what might hit a nerve."

"That's where your minor in psychology comes in handy, I suppose," Cap said. Hunter noticed for the first time that his own personnel file was sitting open on Cap's desk. "Why haven't you done anything more with your degree in Criminal Justice?"

"I thought I was."

"Have you ever thought about getting off the beat?"

"All the time. I've always wanted to be a detective."

"Then apply. I'll back you."

"Really? Will there be an opening at this precinct?"

"Off the record? I'm demoting Powell and Palmer. They just don't cut it. I need someone with your perspective."

"You're not fucking around with me?"

"Fitz," Cap said, leaning across his desk. "When have you ever known me to fuck around?"

*

Fitz lay in bed, weighing out the possibilities of achieving detective status. Who would his partner be? Would Virgil consider applying too? His mind was racing a mile a minute. He was so charged up that he had to release it somehow and seeing as is boyfriend was still tending bar, the internet would have to be the next best thing. He jumped onto his favorite free porn site and started clicking through the videos. He narrowed his search to "young", "muscular", and "frat" and began to browse through the pages.

One video thumbnail in particular caught his eye: a lean yet muscular man fucking some twink doggy style. Fitz couldn't see the top's face because his back was to the camera in the thumbnail. What Fitz could see was a distinctive and familiar tattoo of a phoenix on the top's right shoulder.

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