My legs were shaking until the officer had returned. My eyes stuck to him like glue. His every action was scrutinized by my eyes. In hopes of hearing something, I refused to take my attention away from him. The calls had come to a stop and his silence put me on edge more than the calls. I knew he was focused on me then. Not only that but he was also a lovely man he just didn't know how to show it. No, I didn't believe that. He deserved to be behind bars. For the safety of the world and the security of myself. Three hours of no word from Pete had me terrified.

"Miss Fitzgerald. I have been in contact with American authorities and also both our border security and theirs. It appears that a Mr Leon tried to pass from America to us in Canada. He was spotted in the trunk of one family's car. They had no clue of him being in there. Only half an hour ago. He is now in custody and the authorities shall be in close contact with us. His penalty shall be moved forward. If you want we can call you." I let him know I wanted that with a nod and my river of tears almost began again. Only there were no more tears to fall. I was all out.

"Thank you." My breathing had levelled out in the three hours of waiting. I may have been on edge but part of me knew that the situation would work itself out. My arms fell around him and a tight hug was given. His arms returned the hug and I felt safe again.

I left feeling better and my tears had been forgotten, almost. Hopes of forgetting Pete made me all the more happy. I was able to move on with my life without the constant loom of his arrival on my doorstep. He had no clue where I lived but he always managed to find a way to get to me before.

My car had begun and finished in a matter of minutes as the house was met again. Only one car was on the drive and so Jaren was at home still. His friend was probably still in the house but that didn't matter. He seemed to be fun and I enjoyed the mischievousness he brought to the house. He seemed to be a fun sort of sneaky man.

I had forced the door open and only seconds later two men met me. I stood looking all innocent and shit like I had been to the local shop and not to a police station to tell them of my woes. I picked up a smile and walked into the house a little further. A smile was wide on my face. It was clearly faked and even I was able to tell that but I was feeling a hell of a lot better than I had when leaving my house before.

"Where have you been? Crying and all that emotional stuff." Jaren asked, slightly joking, when John had walked into the living room. I still had a slight shake and tremor from the fear I had been feeling. I pulled my shoes off and waved him off. Only he wasn't having it. Not one bit.

"I had an issue. I told someone, they phoned around and it turned out it had been solved. All better and soon the issue will be dead." He seemed to think that I was joking about the death and I wished I was, partly, only I wasn't. His arms wrapped around me and in my mind, I laughed. Out loud I giggled. That blasted sound made me so embarrassed.

"Tell me where you went wearing nothing but my shirt and underwear." He was being a little demanding but also joking. His soft fingers tickling me slightly. The giggle was a natural sound to his moves.

"It's sad and I don't want to talk, bloody hell. All right mate. I had to go to the police. We are all right and safe. I just got a call off of a dude I used to date. He was supposed to be in prison." Jaren flopped me onto the sofa in a second before crawling up it again and the spaces beside me were filled as he did so. A pair of knees at my sides.

"You have a dark side." He commented and lowered his head slightly to kiss me on my lips quickly. My right hand clutched his top and the fabric bundled together inside the tight fist I had formed.

"You have no clue." One side of my lips then twitched up and I pulled him down to my low level to kiss. The kiss lasted longer and I felt breathless by the end. Jaren was even worse than I was.

"Yes, brothor." John walked in and I smiled up at Jaren. My eyebrows almost in my low hairline. Jaren licked his teeth and looked in the space where our legs met. Before, with a sigh, he climbed up and off of the sofa in a slow move.

"Fuck off, John." I leant up onto my forearms and gave a quizzical look to the man at the door.

"I recognise your voice. I know you." His face told me that he didn't believe me but I did know him. From somewhere. My mind hit a brick wall as I sat looking at him. Only hoping to figure out who he was to me and yet I came up blank.

"What was he in for?" Jaren whispered into my ear. He was a little concerned but I was quick to answer. It seemed to put him on the edge a little more.

"Manslaughter. It's fine. He is in America not here and he has a sentence. I wish he didn't, to be honest." I decided the topic of Pete had gone on for long enough and so I grabbed the hand closest to me and swung it. Whilst I also walked to the kitchen with Jaren.

"Did you drink my milk again? For the last bloody time. My milk is above yours. Also, I didn't want to open my milk because it will go bad." Jaren looked up and realised the big mistake he had made.

"Eleos doesn't share food. Ooh, feisty, I likey. Can't you just screw the lid on though?" His question and statement made me look at him and my hand left Jaren's as I prepared to make myself dinner.

"Not when it is bagged milk and some crazy fucknugget won't put the clip on it." Jaren let a smile fill his face as I made a comment about his inability to clip the milk up.