Best Kept Secret
by elfin
The villages of Midsomer aren’t as peaceful as they might first appear
to the casual observer. Picture-postcard village greens surrounded by
picturesque streets lined with chocolate box cottages provide a
flawless cover for all sorts of illegal activities. Countless people
have fallen foul of vicious murderers, bullies, fraudsters and thieves.
Every crime known to man and some previously unknown ones have been
committed behind the perfect visages presented to the tourists who get
in and out without coming to any harm.
Causton CID tries to keep the body count low. They attend the fates,
sing in the choirs, play for the cricket teams. Clean up the mess.
Late at night, when the villagers are up to their shenanigans, DCI Tom
Barnaby can usually be found sitting in his comfortable armchair,
reading a good book, drinking a glass of red wine while his loyal wife
curls up in the sofa and watches television. At weekends she drags him
to the fates, the fairs and the battle recreations. His faithful DI,
Ben Jones, enjoys the odd casual date with a young librarian or the
girl who runs the local museum, and when he’s not with one of these
women he sings with a choir, plays cricket for Midsomer Magna and he’s
secretly writing a murder mystery novel.
Then there’s the odd night when DCI Barnaby isn’t home with his wife
and DI Jones isn’t out engaged in a hobby or two. The odd night when
the curtains of Ben Jones’ terrace house are closed against the world,
when the two men are naked on his bed, Ben’s fingers sticky and sweaty,
pushed between Tom’s as Tom pushes into his body.
The tranquillity of the Midsomer villages hides a multitude of sins;
seedy, sordid, sleazy. And it disguises a host of secrets, of which Tom
and Ben’s odd nights together is by far the best kept.
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