~James~

Two days later someone knocked on our motel door. I had been sitting on the bed again, only just recently woken up, and was watching some random TV show. Dad was in the shower getting ready for the day. Which I found a bit weird as he didn't have work today. Or anytime soon as he had technically quit seeing as we are moving to England. Yesterday he had his partner fax over his credentials to the police station there and he also had her fax my resume to the hospital there so when we officially moved there, we would both, hopefully, have jobs. Even if Dad didn't want me to get a job at all. Honestly if he could, he would never let me leave the house like a male Rapunzel or something. Although I wouldn't mind that all that much sometimes.

Also if you're wondering, yes there is only one bed and yes we have been sharing it. But it's not like we've been spooning or something like that. We were JUST sharing the bed as neither of us cared if we did. Plus the couch in the motel room didn't, and doesn't, look that comfortable to sleep on. And over my life we've fairly often shared a bed when sleeping. It, of course, happened more often when I was kid than now, but after the 'incident', I slept in Dad's bed almost every night for a year. Because if I didn't, I would get nightmares about what happened and wouldn't get any sleep at all.

Anyway, when I heard someone knock on the door I turned to look over at it, but didn't move to answer it. After a few seconds the person knocked again and I turned to look at the bathroom door. I could hear Dad showering in there with faint music playing just over the sound of the water and knew he most likely couldn't hear the knocking. The person knocked again and I bit my lip as I looked from the door to the bathroom and back to the motel room door a few times before I decided to answer the door, before their knocking got louder and Dad heard it. Although I would only answer it if it was someone I trusted. Aka not a man.

I slowly slid off the bed, the TV once again forgotten, and bit my lip as I slowly headed over to the door. As I walked over, the knocking started getting louder and more frequent. When I got over to the door, I slightly leaned onto the door with my hands and looked out the peep hole, which I happily was tall enough to see as I wasn't THAT short. I sighed in relief when I saw Dad's partner, Samantha, on the other side of the door. She had been Dad's partner since I was eighteen, she was the partner he got after Caroline, although he did have one other who only lasted a few months because she was shot and killed on night during a routine stakeout. It sucked because I really liked her and she left behind three young kids and a husband.

I stared at Samantha through the peep hole for a bit longer to make sure she was alone, which I didn't really doubt as she knew not to bring men around me. Plus if she did, Dad would be pissed and probably kick her out. Anyway once I was sure she was alone, I moved back and slowly opened the door. But I only opened it enough so we could see each other in case she in fact was with a man. Again not that I excepted her to be, but I'm always paranoid now and I do things like this purely for peace of mind. "Good morning, James." Samantha said smiling at me as I looked at her through the small opening in the door. But this point she knew all about my paranoia and stuff so she usually expected me to do this stuff all the time. It also helped that she was very patient with me.

"Hi." I said quietly as I tired to subtly look passed her, making sure she was alone.

"Don't worry, James, no one is with me." She said chuckling softly as she looked at me.

"James, let her in." I heard from behind me and looked back to see Dad had exited the bathroom wearing his pajama pants still and no shirt. I had just then realized that the shower and music had stopped. But that is understandable as I was focused on making sure there wasn't a man at the door. I stared at him for a few moments before nodding and stepping back, opening the door fully as I did. I walked back over to the bed and sat down before turning to look at Samantha and Dad, who had walked over to the door. I noticed she had a few suitcases and my laptop bag with her and watched as Dad helped her bring them in.

"I brought some of your clothes over as both of your rooms have been checked by police." She said as she set two of the suitcases down near the table by the door. "I also managed to get James' laptop." She said putting my laptop bag on the bed in front of me.

I pulled it toward me, unzipped the bag and pulled it out checking it to see if it was undamaged. Fortunately it looked fine and when I turned it on, it seemed to be working fine. "How much longer do you think it will take?" Dad asked as I turned it back off and put it back into the bag.

"I'm not sure, they've only managed to check your office, and both bedrooms fully as they were either untouched or weren't as bad as the rest."

"Well I hope we can pack up everything that is salvageable soon, because the longer we stay here, the more likely one of James' stalkers will find out where we are and start causing trouble."

"There is something I thought it would be good to tell you, Adam." Samantha said quietly, but I could still hear her fairly well.

"What?" Dad asked looking over at me, probably to see if I was listening, so I looked over at the TV pretending to be watching it. But of course I was eavesdropping on them.

"Well the only pictures we could find of James, were the ones in your office. All the others are missing." She said and I tried not to freak out about that, or they would know I was listening to them. "And that's not all, we found a tracking device in James' laptop. We managed to get rid of it, but it looked old. Like eight to ten years old." I looked down at my lap when I heard that, and realized I was holding my laptop bag to my chest tightly. Probably to try and keep my hands from shaking after hearing that.

"Do you have any idea who planted it in his laptop?" Dad asked quietly, but I could hear that he was extremely angry.

"I think you know that answer, Adam." She said and Dad slammed his fists down on the table, causing me to jump and I could feel the panic attack surfacing. Dad seemed to notice this and quickly got up from the table and walked over to me. "James, sweetie, calm down. I won't let anything happen to you." He said sitting down on the bed next to me and pulled me over so I was leaning on his shoulder and started rubbing my back soothingly.

About five minutes passed in completely silence, except for the TV that was playing in the background and Dad's soothing words before I started nodding off and soon found myself lying my head down on his lap and fell asleep.

~Adam~

I looked down at James as he lied his head down on my lap and noticed he had fallen asleep. Which was good as he always had trouble sleeping whenever he had a panic attack. I knew I should have left the room with Samantha or something when she was telling me that stuff, because I was worried that James could hear us. And I was right. I really hated what his stalkers, and those b sr rds that raped him, did to him. He used to be so carefree and happy. He never worried about things and was so innocent, but that's probably why he became the way he did. I've always protected him and locked him away from the world. So when he got to explore the world, he wasn't ready to see just how evil it could be. Of course it didn't help that his mother was Aphrodite and all.

"So you think that Henry planted the tracking device into his laptop?" I asked, making sure I was very quiet so I wouldn't wake James up.

"Yes, we had found a tracking system in his house when he first arrested him and after taking out the tracking device in James' laptop, they matched. It seems that Henry had put it in his laptop so he could track him at all times. Because as you told me, James almost always has his laptop with him."

"He does, he loves that laptop."

"But he didn't take it when he both left the house two days ago?"

"No, I told him to leave it at home."

"Well it's a good thing you do, because if you didn't we wouldn't have found the tracking device in it and he could have followed you to England." She said and I looked down at James. I ran my fingers through his hair soothingly as I thought about that. I would sooner kill Henry than let him get anywhere near James.

"Thanks for all your help, Sam." I said looking back over at her and smiled slightly.

"It's fine, Adam, your my partner. Well at least you were my partner. And I care about you both." She said smiling back at me before looking at her watch. "I have to go, need to help the finish checking out your house and all."

"See ya, later, Sam." I said as she got up from the table and headed out of the motel room. I looked back down at James as Sam closed the door behind her. I smiled softly to myself as I stared down at him and ran my fingers through his hair again.

"I promise, James, that England will be different." I whispered to him, even though he was asleep, and looked at the TV. I grabbed the remote and changed it to some random show and started watching it while James slept. Hopefully without having a nightmare like he often had.