Partners in Crime

Jacks POV

"Fuck sake why do live on the top floor?" Jacob groaned as we walked up a load of stairs.
"Because we do and it was the only place I can afford." Alex said.
"Could of chosen a flat a bit lower down." Jacob grumbled.
" Just shut the fuck up gay lord." Alex said.
"Rich coming from you gay boy." Jacob chuckled and jumped on Alex's back.
I chuckled quietly.
" Get the fuck off me." Alex said and shrugged Jacob off him.
We got to a door and Alex unlocked the door and we all walked in.

"I fucking told you to clean the bloody flat Jacob." Alex said loudly from the bedroom.
"I decided to get fucked instead." Jacob muttered in the kitchen.
Alex walked back out to the sitting room.
"Want a beer Jack?" He asked.
I nodded and he smiled and went out to the kitchen.
"Don't eat all the food otherwise you won't eat your tea." Alex said and smacked Jacob round the back of the head.
"I'm hungry." Jacob said with a mouthful of food.
"So am I and maybe Jack." He said.
As if on cue my stomach rumbled loudly.
Alex must of heard as he chuckled and grabbed Jacobs other sandwich and walked over to me.
"Hey I was about to eat that!" Jacob whined.
"Tough shit Jack is our guest therefore gets the sandwich." Alex said and gave me the half of sandwich.
" Thanks." I said and took the sandwich and ate it.
Alex smiled and went back to the kitchen.
He came back a few minutes later and sat next to me on the sofa.
"Pizza okay with you?" He asked me.
"Fine with me." I smiled.
He smiled back and ordered the pizza.

We had pizza and Jacob was out for the night round his mates.
Alex was thinking about something.
"So.." I said hoping to start conversation.
"Ask what you want to ask." Alex said and looked at me.
"I don't want to ask you anything." I said.
"Don't lie to me Jack. You want to ask me what happened to our parents and what happened in that foster home." Alex said.
I sighed and admitted defeat.
"Okay yes I want to know what happened. When did you become able to read minds?" I said.
"You've been frowning on and off all day as if you're questioning yourself whether to ask me or not." He said.
I frowned again and Alex chuckled.
" I rest my case." He said and drunk some of his beer.
"So what happened to your parents then?" I asked.
Alex sighed and looked down.

"In simple terms my mum was a alcoholic and my dad was a druggie." He said quietly.
"How did they like keep you from authorities? Why didn't they do anything?" I asked.
Alex looked at me.
"Because they was bastards and left me and Jacob when we needed them the most." He said and you could see the anger slowly filling his features.
"By the time they got to us our parents was dead and we went to that fucking place. It was meant to be a safe place. Somewhere where I didn't have to worry about Jacob somewhere where I could be normal. Foster homes are load of shit and that shit hole didn't protect us. They just made life worse." He said a d looked down and wiped his nose in his sleeve.
I looked at him.
"What happened?" I asked quietly.
Alex looked at me and got up and went to the kitchen.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said and sat back down.
"I know we haven't been friends or working together for long but if you ever need someone to talk to then I'm here. I'll listen to whatever you have to say." I said and looked at him.
Alex looked at me and smiled.
"Thanks, its the same to you. I'm always here if you need someone to talk to." Alex said quietly.
I smiled.
"I'd better get going since its late." I said and stood up.
"You don't have to go. Jacob isn't coming home tonight so you can crash in my bed while I crash in his." He said.
"You sure? I can always go." I said.
"I'm sure. So sit your fucking bum back down." He said.
I smiled and sat down.

"Don't you worry about Jacob being out all night?" I asked as we started to watch some film.
"Yeah. I spend all night awake worrying over him." Alex said.
"Then why don't you say to him he has to stay home?" I asked.
"Because he's a free spirit and if he wants to do something then he'll do it. Nothing will stop him." Alex said and looked at me.
"He always let's me know that he's okay. Always, whether its a text when I wake up or him coming into work. He always let's me know. Because I only have him and he knows how much I worry about him when he's not with me." Alex said and looked away.
"You two are really close aren't you?" I asked.
"Yeah. I gave up my education when I was 13 to look after him. I had to protect him. He wasn't going to grow up like me. I know it doesn't look like it, but he's a good lad with a heart of gold." He said.
"Then how did you become a CSI?" I asked.
"I went to college and picked up where I left off and then worked my ass off." He simply said.
"Fair play." I said and Alex smiled.
"I'm going to bed since we have work. My door is the one with the giant Blink poster on the door. And you have to ignore the mess, as you can tell me and my brother aren't the tidest people in the world." He said and got up.
He turned the TV off once he saw I was getting up as well.
"See you in the morning." He said and walked in a room.

I went to his room and he wasn't joking when he said it was a mess because it looked like a bomb had exploded.
"Jesus." I muttered and tried to find a way to the bed.
Once I found the way to the bed I just flopped on it.
His bed was really comfy and it smelt really nice as well.
I would go and snoop round his room but I was tired since I didn't sleep well on the floor at work as floors are not the best things to sleep on.
Within 5 minutes I was sound asleep.

Notes

just putting it out there before people say it.
For the story i have to say foster homes are a load of shit.
I don't have a clue if that is true or not but in the story the foster home was a shit hole.