A/N: I own nothing.
And when the broken hearted people
Living in the world agree,
There will be an answer, let it be.
For though they may be parted there is
Still a chance that they will see
There will be an answer, let it be.
Let it be, let it be. Yeah
There will be an answer, let it be.
-The Beatles
Flack had already been told about Aiden, and he knew where she would be- not that it was that hard. She'd be at his apartment. She'd testified at court today about evidence pointing Richard Aliquots to Danielle Cruz's rape and murder- the girl had only been 9 years old. Richard had walked free of all charges even though all testimonies and evidence pointed straight to him. Aiden had been working the case for nearly two months. She was dead tired, and now she had absolutely nothing to show for all her hard work- he hadn't been brought to justice. The case had literally been her life- Aiden felt badly- he knew that- but it ran a lot deeper than that because of her rough childhood.
He couldn't think of anything to say to her.
He pushed the door of his apartment open. It was pitch black.
"Aid?" He called softly into the apartment. It didn't sound like anyone was home.
He dropped his stuff at the door and walked around the corner, bumping into random piles of shit he left around the small apartment.
"Fuck." He hissed as he smashed his hip bone into a side table. He flipped the light switch in his room on, but quickly flipped it off again when he saw Aiden curled up sleeping on his bead in one of his sweatshirts. He smirked and leaned over to kiss her head. As soon as he did though, she moaned loudly. He knelt down by her head; she was mumbling something to him.
"Migraine." She managed to mumble and rolled over to her other side. He sighed and lay down beside her wrapping his arms around her carefully. She was shaking, and he knew it wasn't just from the exhaustion or headache. She turned over carefully, and even though the room was so dark, he could see the tears in her eyes, threatening to spill over. A small sob escaped and he held her tightly, whispering soothing words into her ear ad she cried, holding tightly onto her.
"It's ok, Aid." He whispered carefully, kissing her sweetly and rubbing her back. She curled into his chest, clutching his shirt in her little fists. He kissed her cheek and she rubbed her head into his chest. It was going to be along night, but Flack was in it for the long haul.
A/N: Short, but I felt like writing it.