The characters Peter Pascoe, Edgar Weild, Andy Dalziel and Patrick Alderman belong to the author, Reginald Hill. And others that have produced his books into movies. If you're unfamiliar with the Dalziel-Pasoce Murder Mysteries, I recommend them highly. You'll find at least one a month on A&E, Tuesday night mysteries. I admire his work and would not intentionally infringe on his copyright. No money is being sought, or made in the creation of this story. I was very pleased with his latest book, The Wood Beyond and have an entire section decicated to his books. (coming soon) In the Wood Beyond, he confirmed what I believed all along. That Det. Sgt. Edgar Weild was in fact gay. I was overjoyed, for I had seen it all along. So far I have only three stories decicated to the characters listed above, but as I get to see more of the movies and read more of the books, I hope to do more.
Hi everyone. Thought I'd toss in another Dalziel/Pascoe. But Andy and Peter aren't in this tale. I am partial to Sgt. Wield. A little tale based on the character Sgt. Edgar Wield, by Reginald Hill. No infringement is intended. Just letting the Sgt. have a bit of fun. What One Doesn't Know... by Reets The clouds thundered above his head and Sgt. Edgar Wield of the Yorkshire police dept., actually ducked. It wasn't habit or fright, but something about the late summer storm rattled him. He was content to sit in the shed and read through his gardening magazines in the failing light, that is if a car hadn't pulled up his drive. Now Wield wasn't one to have many visitors, his face had seen to it earlier on in life, not many women found him attractive. It worked fine for him, he preferred someone who shared his interests, his type of tea and a good round of Karate once in a bit. Men weren't as stogy about his looks, his type of men anyway. Women preferred the soft; gentle features of someone like his superior, Peter Pascoe. Now there was a looker, handsome sot, with his sparkling blue eyes. Wield had been graced with his presence on a few occasions. But that was another story. He watched with interest as a smallish man climbed out of the drivers side and slammed the door. Smallish compared to his six foot four frame of course. A small paper held over his head to prevent the downpour from drowning him, was failing horribly. Wield yelled out the window and the man jogged through the soggy grass toward him. He recognized the figure immediately and an evil grin crept across his craggy face. "Mr. Alderman?" He grabbed the man's hand and shook it. "Hello, Sgt. do you always hole up in your shed, when comes a downpour?" "Only if I get caught trimming the roses." Wield pulled the door closed as a strong clap of thunder roared above their heads. "What brings you out this way? Not on your way home?" "Thought I'd see how your window box was progressing." Patrick Alderman took a deep breath and peered out the rain streaked window of the small potting shed. "I see you've managed a bit of a garden, good show." He closed his eyes as the taller man came up behind him, placing a hand on the shelf in front of him. "You can see through this? Better eyes than me, I'm afraid." Wield took a deep breath, inhaling in the cologne, rain and something more. Nerves? Sweat? Innocence? He pushed down the thought and took a step back. "I've managed a little spot close to the house, but I was fixing the miniatures in this box, when the storm caught me." Patrick turned toward him now, he knew his face was flush. The last thing he had came here for was talk of roses or gardens. But he couldn't make the first move; it just wasn't in him. He tried to cover his hands shaking as he reached out for the potted plants. "Best get these in before the roots take shock." He shoveled the dirt, making a nice size hole in the rectangle shaped box. "Wouldn't want to kill these beauties, now would you." "No," Edgar's hands brushed Patrick's as he sank the plant down into the dirt. "Should we use a fertilizer?" Their eyes met and he could see the nervousness in the other man's face. "Yes, just a bit, here under the roots." Patrick lifted the plant and watched as Wield scooped a small amount of granules into the hole. "That's enough, don't want to kill it." "Can't have that, you were so generous in giving them to me. Can't let them die now, can I?" "Sgt.?" He closed his eyes; his body trembled from head to toe, but he had to do this. Had to find out if the connection was comradeship or sexual. "Please, call me Edgar." Patrick smiled and wiped his hands on the towel he was handed. "Edgar, I need to talk to you about something and it's rather pressing." Another clap of thunder and he took a step toward the other man, seeking what, he wasn't sure. Protection, foolish, he was a grown man. A grown, married man with a child to be exact. Was it contact then, with this hulky, charming, irresistible man. Wield saw it the moment Patrick raised his eyes. The fear, longing, desire and the innocent heart that beat underneath it all. "What's troubling you, is it the inquires? Perhaps we should be down at the station." "No, no, nothing like that." Wield stuck out his chin and tilted his head in a way that made Patrick laugh, a chuckle really, but it relieved the tension. "It's silly I suppose." "Won't be able to analyze the problem, till you tell me what it is." Wield stood his ground. If the man said what he feared, he wasn't sure what he'd do. 'Conflict of interest, Wieldy.' Dalziel would say. 'Not professional getting involved with a suspect.' Peter would chime in. But Patrick Alderman had ceased to be a suspect and if he said or did something that would comfort them both, then he'd go with it. As it was the rain stopped and the smaller man seemed relieved. "Suppose we can get out of here now." He reached for the door handle, but Patrick blocked his path. Damn the man, he was the right size for snuggling. Wield calculated that he would fit nicely under his arm, standing or in bed. He tried to shake off the though, but Patrick's hand gripped his and held on. "I don't know what I'm doing Sgt...ahh, I mean Edgar. But..." He stood on his tiptoes and grasped Edgar Wield by the ears and pulled his head down. When their lips met, he moaned into the Sgt.'s mouth and was swept into a fierce embrace. All too quickly the larger man took over the kiss, plunging his tongue inside his mouth, eagerly investigating as a detective would. His body was held tight against the larger man's and he relaxed. He fought for dominance of the kiss but he didn't care. The taste, feel and smell of this man drove him wild. So timid, so shy all his life. He married his high-school sweetheart and settled down like a good boy. But he wanted more, desired more and the day he had met Sgt. Wield he knew what that more, was. So soft, so gentle, so shy and lovable. Wield held tight to the trembling man before him. That first day in the rose garden, talking, laughing and getting to know one another. He had longed to kiss this man since that day. How could he hope that a man, so dedicated to his family and roses, would find him attractive. He kissed the soft mouth one more time and let the smaller man settle back on his heels. He licked his lips and smiled, blushing actually as Patrick fumbled with his hands. "That was..." "I know, I'm sorry. I'm not bloody good at this; I've never...you know, with anyone, but my wife." Wield's large hand cupped his cheek and he allowed himself to be pulled into a warm embrace. I was right, thought Wield, tucked in right nicely. He leaned his head down and kissed the top of the dark head. "It takes time to admit feelings like this, it's not easy." "But you, you're..." He struggled to say the word, to let lose his feelings about it. "Gay, yes?" "Yes, I make so moves to hide that fact, but I don't flaunt it either." "What's this make me?" Wield pushed him away gently and held his chin. The fear was prevalent and Wield hoped it would pass. "Confused." "Yes, I suppose that could be it." "Listen, I have to confess something myself." Wield pushed open the door of the shed and waved his hand. Patrick stepped out onto the rock path that lead to the small house. "I've thought about you since the day, the day in the garden at your home." This brought a smiled to Alderman's face. "But, until the investigation is over, I don't think this is a good idea. Wouldn't want something happening to you, cause I screwed it up." Patrick smiled and nodded. He reached out his hand and Wield shook it. "Well then, I guess I'll be off." Wield pulled him in for a quick kiss. "I'd like to explore this more, but for now..." "I understand Sgt. But you must realize the extraordinary amount of courage I had to muster, just to come here today." Wield knew, he had seen the passive man buckle to his wife and to his work. The roses kept him happy and sane. "Suppose I'll need to trim those bushes in a few weeks." Wield nodded toward a set of newly set roses along his back wall. "Want to have a go at showing an old dog, some new tricks?" Patrick's face lit up, his dark green eyes sparkled, and he nodded with enthusiasm. "I'll be back then, help with the roses." Wield waved as Patrick stumbled back to his car and climbed in the driver's side. He laughed to himself. 'Scared out of his mind, he was'. But scared was good, eager was good, now if he could just encourage the bravery, things might be looking up. to be continued.
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