It was almost three hours later when Brian and Justin walked out of the hospital with Carl right behind them. He had shown up just fifteen minutes after the doctor has started her examination of Justin's body, checking every bruise. Then there was the hard part, checking the tearing and collecting evidence. Thankfully, Justin didn't need many stitches and the doctor had said it would heal nicely. When Carl was finally called into the room to get Justin's statement, Justin froze. He didn't want to talk about it in front of Brian, but he didn't want to be alone with Carl either. The doctor had bagged up Justin's clothes for Carl to take for evidence since Justin never changed after his attack. Because of that, he was given some scrubs to wear home.

"Will you be able to arrest him right away?" Brian asked as they reached the corvette.

He was trying to keep his anger down after Justin rehashed everything that had happened the night before. Justin was so afraid that Brian was going to leave him after hearing about who it was that had attacked and raped him, but Brian stayed by his side. Of course, he could feel the tension radiating off Brian in heat waves and he knew the older man wanted nothing more then to find the guy and kill him. Justin didn't blame him one bit.

"I have to take this evidence in and contact New York to get anything else from your apartment." Carl nodded towards Justin, "After that, I'll be able to arrest him if he's in town."

Brian nodded, griding his teeth together, "If I find him first..."

"Don't do anything." Carl warned him, "I don't want to arrest you for assault when Justin needs you."

Brian just nodded, "I can't promise anything."

"Just think about Justin. Now get him home."

"Right. Thanks Carl."

Carl nodded and watched as the boys got into the 'vette and sped off. He then got into his own car and headed down to the police station. Once Brian and Justin were back in the loft, Justin headed straight for the bathroom to shower. Brian followed him but instead of getting into the shower with him, he sat on the sink counter.

"You don't have to watch me to make sure I don't try anything. I'm not that stupid." Justin mumbled, pulling off the scrub top.

"I know you're not. I.. I just want to..." Brian took a deep breath, "I just don't want you out of my sight until he's arrested."

"Yes because me being in the shower while we're still in the loft, you wouldn't be able to stop him if he showed up here, though I highly doubt he will after what you told me." Justin turned the shower on and adjusted the water.

"Are you uncomfortable with me in here with you?"

"Why would you think that?" Justin asked, messing with the strings of the scrub bottoms.

"Because you're trying to prolong getting naked with me right here."

"Brian I..." Justin huffed and willed the tears behind his eyes away, "I don't know how you could look at me after... after what he did."

"Justin." Brian whispered as he stood up and wrapped his arms around Justin's shoulders, pulling him closer.

Justin wrapped his own arms around Brian's waist and buried his face into Brian's neck. He was so happy his first impulse was to bury himself in Brian, not to pull away.

"I love you, you twat." Brian huffed, "Nothing will change that. Nothing. Do you understand?"

Justin nodded, "I love you too."

They stood there for another minute before Brian pulled away and kissed Justin's forehead.

"Take your shower. I'll be at the computer, getting a little work done."

Justin nodded and watched as Brian left, closing the door behind him. Justin was tempted to open the door and pull Brian back into the bathroom and into the shower with him, but a part of him didn't want that to happen. At least not yet. Not until the bruises were healed. Pulling off the scrub bottoms, he finally stepped into the shower and under the hot spray of the water. It helped ease some of his sore muscles.

It was about twenty minutes before Justin emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. Brian had pulled out some clothes that he still had in the closet and laid them on the bed. Justin started getting dressed. Brian heard him moving around. He saved his work and shut down the computer before grabbing the phone and heading for the bedroom where Justin was getting dressed.

"What do you want to eat?" Brian asked, standing at the top of the stairs, watching the young blond.

"Brian, it's Sunday." Justin replied, slipping his shirt over his head.

"Your point? What do you want..."

Justin cut him off, "It's family dinner night at Debbie's."

Brian eyed him for a second before responding, "Are you sure you want to go? I mean, you were just..."

"Brian, I'm not going to hide out in the fucking loft just because I was attacked and raped by someone." Justin hissed, "I want to see the gang before..." His voice hitched and he closed his eyes, "Before they find out and then Carl arrests him and they all blame me for it happening."

"Sunshine, they are not going to blame you. I promise you that." Brian replied, "If you're sure."

"Yeah, I am." Justin nodded, opening his eyes and giving Brian a slight smile.

Brian nodded, "Okay. Let me just grab a quick shower then. We've got about twenty minutes before I was actually expected anyway."

"Okay."

"Oh and tomorrow I'll get someone to pack your apartment up and get everything shipped back here after the police are done." Brian said, kissing the side of Justin's head as he walked by, "Why don't you call your mother, tell her you're back. You don't have to tell her why, but she should know that her baby is home."

Justin giggled at Brian's face and Brian just smiled back, glad he was able to get his blond to laugh. Justin took the phone and took a seat on the bed while Brian went to take a semi-cold shower because Justin used up a lot of the hot water. He dialed his mother's number and it only rang twice before she picked up, thinking it was Brian. They talked for about ten minutes before Brian walked back from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist. He went to the closet and Justin's eyes followed his every move.

"Yes, he just got out of the shower." Justin huffed a laugh after realizing his mother was talking to him. She had guessed that Brian had walked back into the room. "I should go. Brian is almost ready... Okay, yeah... Love you too, Mom... Brian sends his love too." Justin hung up the phone.

"Twat." Brian mumbled as he pulled on his clothes.

"But you love me." Justin replied, standing up.

"Are you sure you really want to do this?" Brian asked, turning to look at the blond.

"Yes, Brian." Justin nodded.

"Okay but if you start getting uncomfortable or tired or anything, we leave."

"Deal."

They grabbed everything they needed. Keys, phones, wallets, and then headed out the door. Brian still wasn't sure if it was a good idea to go to Debbie's for the family dinner but he wasn't going to argue with Justin and piss him off. Justin was happy to not be locked away in the loft, but he was already freaking out on the inside about seeing the gang not twenty-four hours after being attacked and raped. The drive to Debbie's was made in silence. Brian reached over and held onto Justin's hand the whole time, which helped keep Justin grounded.