~Ugh! Sorry for taking so long on finishing this! I didn't know how to end it!~

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A whole two weeks went by since the whole incident with Mr. Mitchell. The day that Mr. Mithcell had dropped by Mrs. Mitchell called and apologized and told Logan that she loved him no matter what and that she was also leaving Mr. Mitchell.

Kendall and Logan were currently lying on the floor, on their bellies watching TV, while James and Carlos lay snuggled up on the couch. James held on tightly to his little Latino.

Suddenly there was a loud crashing noise. Big Time Rush jerked around to see Mr. Garcia, he had broken the door down, and was standing on it, with his hands on his hips. Carlos' face lit up, "Popi, what are you doing here? Yo también Te extrañé!" Carlos jumped over the couch and hugged his dad's waist.

"Carlos, mi hijo!" He wrapped his arms around his son, after a few minutes they let go of one another and bumped helmets.

They laughed loudly, "Popi, what are you doing here?"

Mr. Garcia slapped ah hand on Carlos' shoulder, "I missed my boy," He smiled, "And I heard about you and Jimmy."

"It's James." The pretty boy said from the couch.

"WAS I TALKING TO YOU?"

James shrank back down into the couch, "No sir."

"I was going to tell you, Popi. I promise!" Carlos pleaded.

Mr. Garcia looked back at his son and smiled, "I know mi hijo. I know. It's okay. I'll love you no matter what. Now, tell me, how long have you two been . . .together?"

"Almost five months," James replied, standing up.

"Okay, that's it. I tried to be nice, but you make it so damn hard. And I've been wanting to do this since I found out about you two," Mr. Garcia ran over to James and slammed him up against the wall; James made an, "Oof," sound. James was being held about a foot up off of the ground.

"IF YOU DARE HURT MY SON, I WILL COME AND FIND YOU! DO YOU UNDERSTAND KID? MY SON MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME! AND IF YOU SO MUCH EVEN MAKE HIM SHED ONE TEAR, I WON'T HESITATE TO KILL YOU! I AM AN OFFICER OF THE LAW AND I CAN KILL YOU AND NO ONE WILL FIND OUT! I CAN MAKE YOU DISAPPEAR!"

James swallowed hard, "Yes sir. I - I won't hurt Carlos. I love him, sir."

Mr. Garcia glared at him for a long time, he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned around to face his son, "James loves me Popi. And I love him. He makes me happy."

Mr. Garcia dropped James and James hit the floor. The cop put his hands on Carlos' shoulders, "As long as you're happy mi hijo, that's all that matters. I just couldn't stand it if anything happened to you. I love you."

"That's two things we have in common."

Mr. Garcia turned around to face James, "What things do you mean exactly?"

"We both don't want anything bad to happen to Carlos and we both love him so much," James replied.

"Well, looks like I was wrong about you Joey."

"It's James."

"I DON'T CARE! Uh, I mean, right, James. Look, just take care of my son. AND YOU KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOU DON'T!"

"Sir, I love Carlos more than anything. And one day I'm hoping to marry him. Maybe when we turn eighteen. I would love to marry him now, but we're still young. Though my feelings for him won't ever change. In fact with each passing day my feelings for your son grows stronger and stronger."

Carlos was in tears by the end of James' little speech. He ran over to him and hugged the pretty boy's middle, burying his face into James' chest, "I love you so much Jamie!"

James wrapped his arms around his boyfriend, he chuckled, "I love you too, Carlitos, so much."

They heard a small sob from Mr. Garcia.

"Popi, are you crying?" Carlos asked.

"NO! Don't ask stupid questions like that! It's just that – well I got something in my eye!" He continued to wipe his eyes with his gloved hands.

"Aww Popi!" Carlos ran over and wrapped his arms around his father. His father hugged him back tight.

He released his son, and put his hands on his shoulders, "Take care son. Come see me soon. I love you."

"I love you too Popi!"

Before leaving Officer Garcia turned around and looked at the pretty boy, "Oh and James take care of my son, or else," he pointed to his belt that held his gun.

James swallowed the lump in his throat, "Y – yes sir."

~And OhMyGosh! This is a short chapter! Sorry!~