I didn't want to open my eyes.

I didn't want to wake up.

I dreaded the day ahead and with good reason.

Monday was here again and that meant work. With my eyes still closed I tried to convince my brain to go back to sleep but as they slowly opened I realized I didn't present a viable argument.

Groaning, I slowly dragged myself from my bed and got ready for the long day ahead. Half an hour later and I was parking my car as I headed into the tall, lonely building.

My office felt hollow and dead without Melissa and I inhaled deeply in an attempt to handle her being gone for the week. Sighing, I tried to get to work as the time showed me quarter past nine and there was no angry boss beating down my door or demanding for me to go into his office.

Settling in, I quickly busied myself with the tons of work I had piled up from the previous week and only came up for air when I got a call from Andrea saying my brother was on the ground floor to see me.

"Hey." Derek greeted as he came in.

"Please tell me you brought lunch."

"I'm always prepared." He smirked and I smiled right back as I took note of the paper bag filled with the Indian food from 3rd Avenue.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?"

"Don't." Derek chuckled as he pulled up a seat and got to work eating next to me. "So, did you guys talk?"

"Jon? I haven't seen him since I got here. Which is strange cause he never skips work."

"Maybe he's nursing a broken heart?"

"Funny." I wiped my hands on the napkin as I pushed my empty styrofoam to the side. "How's mom?"

"Fine. Why is Damon living with you?" My twin suddenly asks, switching the conversation.

"Didn't he tell you?"

His best friend... A friend closer to him than I was, didn't even know why he was at my place? That's a surprise.

"Why would I know? I hardly ever see or talk to him." He stops as he too discards of his styrofoam. "Last I saw or heard from him was when he got out of the station with us."

"Really?"

Very surprising indeed.

"He and Chris broke up and-"

"They what now? What the hell did he do now?"

"What didn't he do?"

"He ruined a really good thing... And over what? A few stupid fucks."

"Well everyone can't be as loyal to the single life as you are." I snapped and almost kicked myself for being so stupid.

"Wait? Not you too. Are you and Jon seriously fighting?"

"What? No, he just-"

"You guys had sex and now he wants more and you don't... Right?!"

"No! Dude."

"You guys haven't had sex yet?!"

"I... Oh shut up and mind your own business."

Derek chuckled and I roll my eyes at him as we both head to the elevator so I can see him out. The building felt strangely quiet and I attributed that to Jon not being here but then it was only this quiet when he was.

Saying goodbye to my brother, I headed to the one spot I knew most of the people on my floor would be to see if I could figure what the hell was up. Upon my arrival I had to try and play catch up as each person seemed to talk about something different yet similar that the other knew about.

"I know right?! I've never seen so much blood. It'll be a miracle if he's still alive."

"I heard that David drove over and the whole place was crawling with cops. There were like, 3 cars out front and there were yellow tapes all around the property."

"Yeah? Well Bruce passed and saw an ambulance pulling off."

"I was there-"

My eyes immediately snapped to the girl at the furthest part of the room as she spoke over the talks of my co-workers.

"Yea, I saw him and they were trying to keep him alive cause he'd already lost a lot of blood."

"Poor Mr. Crawford."

Mr. Crawford? The father or the son? What the actual fuck? Blood? Who was bleeding and why?

Before I can even figure what was going on someone else cut into my thoughts.

"Yo, I always knew that man was a lunatic. Didn't I tell you guys how he always gave me the creeps? I did, didn't I?"

"Yea but why shoot him? What were they fighting about? Work?"

"I'd say so. That's all they fight about after all."

"A travesty really. Father and son..."

Father and son? What the fuck actually happened?

Without waiting to hear anymore gossip, I left and immediately tried to call Jon's phone.

"Please tell me you're okay. Please tell me you're okay." I chanted under my breath as I stood on the staircase, hoping it wasn't him.

Who shot who and why?

When did this happen?

How did it happen?

The not knowing was driving me insane and I shouted a few explicts as my calls kept going unanswered.

You better not be dead or dying you fucker...

Or you better hope you are to have me this worried.

I groaned once more before heading back to my office and almost bumped into a few of the 'suits' as I liked to call them.

They were the HOD's for each sector within our organisation and I quietly issued an apology as they all headed for the conference room.

"What's going on?" I asked the woman nearest me as I pulled into the corner.

"Not sure but they all showed up this morning and went through Mr. Crawford's office that he shared with his son before the police got here."

"The police?"

How serious was this? Before I got a chance to get a response, a few of said police officers came out the elevator with boxes of stuff they removed from the office.

"Do you know why? I mean... Do you know what happened?"

"Haven't you heard?" The tall redhead asked shocked, as though it shouldn't be news to anyone by now. "Young Mr. Crawford shot his dad."

She said it so casually, as though it was something people did on their off days and my eyes went wide at her revelation.

"He did what now?"

"Yea, no one really knows what happened but the son is in jail and the dad is fighting for his life at the hospital. We all know they hated each other but this... This was unexpected."

"I-"

"Or maybe it wasn't." She continued, oblivious to my plight. "Maybe this was in the cards all along. The two men never got along and so this was bound to happen one way or the other."

I ignored the remainder of her rant as I walked towards the elevator. My entire body felt numb and all I could think about was the fact that the last time I saw him he was at a club, half drunk and upset with me.

I couldn't be the cause of this right?

Maybe he had a horrid side to him that he hid well and no one knew. I tried to tell myself.

As much as I tried to make that thought stick, I couldn't. Jon could be stubborn, he could be mean and hardassed but he wasn't a killer. He wouldn't kill his own father no matter how much he hated him... Right?!