anonymous asked: and a second one for Band of Brothers Ron/Carwood “okay it was me… so?” 

it wasn’t often that lip regretted becoming a lawyer, but having to go to the police station at three in the morning to get his husband out of jail, again, was pushing his limits.

it wasn’t the first time he’s had to do this. over the years, he’s had to become familiar with the local sheriff and his husband, the deputy, even getting invited to the annual christmas party. but when ron promised that the last time was in fact going to be the last time they would do this.

so it’s easy to understand why he’s already angry before he even sees ron.

he shakes dick’s and hands over two coffees when the tired redhead greets him outside.

“thanks lip, lew is passed out in the conference room so he’ll appreciate this. luz is the only other one on duty tonight we’ll work together.”

dick was blocking the door so he knew the sheriff wanted to talk before they went in. 

lip sighed and looked down to the ground, “how bad is it?”

when the sheriff didn’t answer, lip looked up to see a look of concern and respect he hadn’t seen before.

“assault.”

lip groaned, “first, second, third, or petty?”

“second at least, the others are at the hospital and depending on their statements the prosecution could try for first.”

lip cursed under his breath and slammed his fist against the brick wall.

i promise, lip. this is the last time.

“liar.” he whispered.

he straightened his jacket and took a deep breath.

“i’m ready, dick.”

the two walked into the station and lip braced himself for three things: a life-altering argument, a long night, and what would most likely be an even longer trial.

ron sat with his back to the door, waiting for lip.

he knew that lip would be angry, furious even, and that was the kicker.

he didn’t care about jail time or trials or bail or anything else other than lip.

he slams his fist against wall and curses for the fact that he let his anger get the best of him again.

this time he didn’t start it…well not entirely.

but if lip had been there, he’d have known that ron needed to intervene.

for the sake of everyone involved.

he only hope that lip would stop yelling at him long enough for him to explain everything.

everything.

“hey lip, how’re the dogs?” luz asked when he saw the familiar face.

“they’d look the same way you do if they got a hold of those powdered donuts.” lip laughed softly.

luz hastily wiped his mouth and cleared his throat.

“he’s in the back, lip. you know the way.”

lip nodded and moved behind the desk to walk to the cells but stopped short.

“luz?”

the brunette swiveled around in his chair, “yeah lip?”

“can you put him in interrogation? i don’t want to have this conversation through bars.”

luz swallowed heavily and nodded.

he waited patiently and tried to calm down. it wouldn’t do good to yell right now. he was angry of course, but more so, above all else, he wanted to make sure ron was okay. for all the trouble his husband caused, lip knew ron was a good man and he loved him unconditionally. still, there were things that kept nagging at lip, like he was missing something huge about ron, but he couldn’t figure it out.

“you’re all set lip.”

lip smiled, “thanks luz.”

another deep breath and he was headed towards the all-too-familiar room, 

ron waited in the dirty, off-white room for lip. 

to finally get everything off his chest was already causing him to panic and the silence and small room weren’t helping.

then the door opened and despite the tension, ron immediately calmed when he smelled lip’s cologne. 

he was surprised when his husband kneeled in front of him and pulled him into his arms. 

“are you okay?” lip whispered, rubbing ron’s back gently.

“am i…” ron trailed off.

“yeah i’m fine lip, a few bruises and scrapes. why aren’t you yelling, yet?”

lip laughed warmly at ron’s question.

“because you’re my husband and whatever happened can wait until i know you’re okay.”

ron held lip’s face in his hands and kissed him soundly.

“i’m okay.”

“okay,” lip nodded and then gently slapped the back of ron’s head, “now what the fuck happened?”

“lip i…” ron stopped unsure where to even started. if lip didn’t hate him, yet, after ron was done, he certainly would.

“you? are under arrest for assault two? possibly one depending on the state of those in the hospital? those are felonies, ron, if i have to remind you which carry a minimum of 5 year and up to 32 years in prison.”

ron nodded, he couldn’t tell lip. if he told him, lip would leave and he’d rather lip leave because he thinks he’s a bad guy rather than a liar. lip hated liars more than anything.

“did you start it?”

ron looked up to his husband who crossed his arms.

they stared at one another for a long time before ron caved and groaned, “okay it was me… so?”

“so?! ron that means that it falls back on you since you instigated it!”

ron stood up abruptly, “no, carwood. they started it. you should’ve heard the shit they were saying to web. one of them grabbed his hair so i stepped in. how was i supposed to know they had friends? and since when is a pool cue a deadly weapon?”

lip sighed and threw his hands up, “see this is what i mean! you’re so incredibly smart ron and you’re such a good man, but since we met you’ve always let your emotions get the better of you.”

ron muttered something under his breath that lip couldn’t hear.

“what did you say?”

ron looked up, blinking back tears of frustration and sadness, “i said i’m not a good guy, lip.”

lip went back on his knees and held ron’s hands in his own, “what makes you think that, ron? you’ve done nothing, but prove the opposite since i met you.”

“lip, i’m not who you think i am.” ron sighed, figuring it was now or never to tell him.

“i don’t care who you are or who you think you are, you’re my husband and i love you. nothing else matters.”

ron looked at lip, tears gathering more intensely because if there’s one thing lip has always done it has continuously surprised him with his love.

he moved to kiss lip again but the door slammed open and the two men looked up. 

“christ speirs, what the hell did you get into now? i’ve been on the phone with the d.a. and the director for the past three hours.” spoke a man of about average height, short cropped light brown hair, and a stocky build. 

lip and ron stood up at the same time and ron was looking frantically between the two. 

“grant, what…?” ron really needed to start finishing his sentence.

lip spoke first, “i don’t know who you are, but you’re not allowed to be back her-wait, he called you speirs.” 

lip looked between ron and the mysterious man, possibly called grant, “how do you know my husband?”

grant looked nervous and uncomfortable, like he’d rather be anywhere in the world than in the room with the two of them.

“lip, i can explain.”

lip looked solely to ron, “explain what? who is this? what the fuck is going on, ron?”

“i-i’m f.b.i. in…i’m in the f.b.i. an agent with c.i.d. to be exact.”

lip stared at him for a long time, as if he were piecing together an entirely new version of his husband.

and ron waited and waited, heart racing, sweat gathering, panic increasing each second. he felt like he was about to pass out. 

and when lip finally spoke, ron didn’t expect to hear what he did.

“oh thank god.”

lip then pulled him into a hug which ron was too shocked to return.

lip pulled away and laughed at ron’s face.

“if you weren’t a cop, i would’ve begun to think you were a kingpin or something.”

ron swallowed heavily, nervous to find out the answer to his next question, “and if i were the latter?”

lip saw the anxiety and tension in ron and held his hands in his own again, “you’d still be my husband, you still be a good man, and i would still love you.”

ron pulled lip into his arms and kissed him again.

a throat cleared and the two men pulled away from one another.

ron looked to his partner and sighed, “lip this is my partner, charles grant. grant, my husband, carwood lipton.”

grant smiled and shook lips hand which he warmly returned.

“you said your husband was a genius, ron. you didn’t say he was carwood fucking lipton.”

lip blushed at the praise. he’d made a name for himself, yeah. winning un winnable cases and doing the most pro-bono work than any other lawyer in the state, but he didn’t think anyone would know him by name.

“lip is just fine, grant.”

the three men stood in the small room together in only slightly awkward silence.

“so f.b.i., huh?” luz spoke up and interrupted.

“luz? how long have you been standing there?” lip asked.

“long enough. i knew the rumors were true, speirs.”

lip laughed, “you should know, you’re the one who started them.”

luz shrugged, “agent grant, there’s a phone call for you.”

grant nodded at the two of them and left the room.

and when luz started singing ‘secret agent man,’ lip had to stop ron from throwing his shoe.

laughing, lip asked, “so, special agent speirs, where do we go from here?”

neither man missed the shiver ran through ron at lip’s use of his full title.

“home, preferably the bed for the next two days.”

lip smiled as ron kissed his neck.

“i think i can work with that, agent.”

they heard luz groan, “ugh gross, get a room!”

ron laughed, “we already have one!” 

a half-hour later and they were out of the station, ron free from any charges and given the weekend to recuperate.

hand-in-hand, ron smiled as they walked to his car, “guess we have those two days after all, counselor. what do you think we should do?”

lip bit his lip and blushed, “you wouldn’t happen to have handcuffs hidden at the house, would you?”

ron backed lip against the car and kissed his favorite spot on lip’s neck.

he leaned in and whispered hotly against lip’s ear, “several pairs, counselor. and you have no idea how long i’ve wanted them around your wrists.”

if lip sped home a little bit, no one knew. and when he’s back at work on monday, covering the slight bruises on his wrists, then that’s between him and his husband.