Part Three

Robb was sitting at his desk. He was the last one in his office quickly typing away on the his computer. The data input was kicking his ass as he tried to get the entire spreadsheet done before weekend rolled around, and he was 3/4ths of the way there. Nobody was there to bother him nobody was going to stop him. He was on a roll. Until he heard the familiar sound of his phone. With a loud groan of annoyance he looked to see it was Jon calling. Sighing he took in a deep breath and exhaled as he answered it on the third ring.

"Hey Jon, Whats up? Sasna didn't show?" He asked. Looking at his watch, the data charts from his computer were starting to make his vision go. One thing he really hated about this job, was the computer number crunching.

"You at the office?" Jons voice was rushed. Robb knew something was wrong. Jon never didn't answer him like this. He was usually cracking a joke or something.

"Yeah, what's wrong?"

"I'll tell you once you're in the car. What level are you parked at?"

"Four?" Robb said as he quickly saved his work and grabbed his laptop to finish everything at home. He something sink in his stomach. Grabbing his jacket he hurried out skipping the elevator and taking the stairs. When he finally reached the garage on level four, Jon was waiting there. In the passenger side was a brown paper bag. Robb knew something terrible had happened from the look that Jon had. In the eight years he had known Jon the only time he ever saw him get this mad over something was when people were picking on his friend Sam. Throwing his stuff in the backseat he took the paperbag and sat down. Right when he shut the door, Jon took off. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

"Jon what is going on?" His friend was starting to get him really shook up.

"Look in the bag." He just said keeping his eyes on the road. Opening the brown bag, he saw a photo. Pulling it out he saw a picture of his parents lying in a car, dead. It was like a scene from a horror movie, with twisted metal wrapped around his mother. His heart dropped and he started to shake. "It gets worse." Robb looked over at Jon who just gave him a nod to flip over the photo. See what you made me do. Was scrawled on the back.

"Jon what the fuck is this?" Robb said, his voice was almost gone.

"Over the past several months Sasna has been getting letters and photos sent to her from her ex-boyfriend Joffrey Baratheon." Robb interrupted him.

"That little shit!" He yelled, his teeth started to grind together.

"But she hasn't been getting them. Rickon has. Everyday he gets the mail and takes anything that is addressed to Sansa, without a return address, and hides them from her. He had seen her opening a couple and knew that they were not good things from the way she was crying and acting after them. So he took it upon himself to let his sister suffer. Two days ago, that along with a note, saying how the accident that your parents were in was all Sansas fault. Because she told someone how he was hurting her." Robb looked down in the bag and pulled a photo of Sansa applying makeup to her left eye and frowning at the pain. The next two shook him to the core as he pulled out one of her taking off her cheerleading outfit from a distance. And another one where she was getting out of the shower. These two were long distance and had to be taken by someone who was stalking her.

"When did you find out about all of this?" He asked shocked.

"Today. Rickon let out everything when Sasna confronted him about pushing Tommen Baratheon into a locker." He said, pulling out his phone. Jon quickly hit speed dial and called Arya putting her blue tooth throughout his car so Robb could also speak to her.

"Hello, this is Officer Arya Stark, how may I help you?" Her voice rang through the car. Robb quickly spoke before Jon could.

"Arya where are you?"

"I'm at the Station." She said as matter of factly knowing her brothers immediately.

"Good, stay there, we are on our way know." Jon said. Robb made eye contact with Jon as he went faster down the highway. They were two exits away from the station.

"Arya, when we get there we need you to grab Gendry and your chief, Jeor Mormont. We will explain everything." Robb said.

"Whats going on? You hate the Chief." She asked. They heard and "ow" go through the phone as Arya probably tired to get Gendry's attention.

"Arya its Sansa, shes in trouble." Jon said, taking the final exit to the station.

"Got it, be here soon." She said slamming the phone down. Robb turned to Jon.

"Where is Sansa and Rickon?" His eyes shimmering with rage. As his breathing was deep.

"Sam took them back to your house. They went and picked up Ghost, so they have the extra protection. That dog loves you starks, so they will be safe." Jon explained. Robb let out a half sigh half laugh at the mention of Ghost.

"I should call Bran."

"Already did. He is working in Essos but when said hes going to try and get on the next flight back here." Jon said trying to calm himself and his friend done. When they pulled into the Station Arya was outside waiting with a tired looking Gendry in tow.

"What is going on?" She demanded as they got out of the car.


Arya stared at the photos and letters all laid out on conference table. Her face unreadable to any of the boys in the room. Her gaze just focusing on the photos at hand. Robb was reading a letter his face contorting at the words on it. Jon just stared at one of the photos of Sansa smiling with her sister Arya out eating lunch. Her smile reached her eyes as she was laughing at something Arya said. It was distance shot that most would see in the magazines of top named celebrities.

"It looks like the recent ones are taken by a professional." Gendry said as he picked up one of Sasna and Arya shopping. Arya grabbed it out of his hands as he saw how fumed she was. In photo she was being dragged.

"I remember this day. It was just after I had graduated the academy and Sansa said I should have something pretty just in case I meet someone who wants to take me out on a date." Arya said as she smiled at the memory. It was a small smile but she it fell when she looked at one of the polaroids. "I hated them all."

"Except that little blue dress." Gendry said. HIs voice was low almost like he said it as an after thought and meant to be in his head. When he finally looked up, everyone was staring at him. "Which I know absolutely nothing about." He added quickly as Arya went up to him and hit him the arm.

"How could something like this have happened? Didn't Joffrey leave Sasna in the first place?"

"Our parents were killed senior year. Sasna and Magary were still friends. Remember how much she cried at her graduation and refused to celebrate because mom and dad weren't there?" Arya offered up.

"We don't know these are from Joffrey per say right?" Gendry asked. "It could be anyone, the letters don't say a name."

"But the last one he slipped up. His exact words were 'Stealing the love and affection away from Magary and making her second rate at the workplace.'." Jon read out loud. "Sansa works for my aunt. Daenerys Targaryen as one of the designers."

"She just got promoted. 3 weeks ago to the assistant because she predicted the trend for the next season. She wouldn't shut up about it." Arya said. "She said she was the happiest she had been since getting the job." Jon whipped out his cell phone as he dialed his Aunt. Putting her on speakerphone.

"Jon! What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Dany, are with people?"

"I'm always with people Jon, you know that." She said. Arya rolled her eyes.

"Go to your office and lock the door, make sure this is private. Its about Sansa."

"Hold on one moment." They heard her put the phone away from her ear and a bunch of shouting. A couple of slamming doors and then she was back on the phone. "Go." she said urgently. Her voice no longer the teasing one it was. It was the authoritative Targaryen voice that everyone had heard about.

"Sasna is being stalked. We think it has to do with who ever Margary is dating. Do you know who?"

"Joffrey. She came in a couple of days ago with a huge smile on her face and a giant diamond ring on her left hand. It hasn't made its way to the paper yet, but I suppose thats because my news has." She voice was grave. "I gave Sansa her own studio in the North. Its closer to home and she can work freely there without complications. Not to mention if the line is excessively, she will be in charge of running the north and my entire company while I spend next year in Essos trying to set up a chain in there. Sasna is smart and loves my business. She would never try to steal it from me. You Starks are well known to be trustworthy and she is without a doubt just like her father was. A 100% trustworthy."

"Movite. The last letter gives us motive. And that right there. The tyrells hate being out of the spotlight. Magary wants to be on top in no matter what she does. Her engagement would have been the talk of the city if not for a Targaryen news. Targaryens are the oldest family other than the Starks, that is certain to out shine a marriage between a Baratheon and a Tyrrell." Robb said, tossing the letter he had onto the table with all of the others.

"Thank you Dany, I'll call you later to give you an update." Jon said ending the call. "I'm going to get yelled at for that later." He muttered as he shoved his phone into his pocket.

"We have enough to bring him in. Him and Magary. Get one of them to flip. The professional photos alone have enough for a warrant to get his phone records and payment history. See who is he paying to take these photos." The chief who had been quiet this entire time got up from his chair.

"Bring him in." Jeor Mormont said. "You two should head back home. Nothing more two civilians could do. Your sister will keep you updated, but not about things that evolve in the case. Gendry makes the arrest." he walked up to Arya. "You are not allowed to interrogate or arrest these two, just go through the evidence. its too personal."

"They won't hurt me." She snipped back.

"Its them I'm worried about little needle." He said walking out of the room.


Jon and Robb opened the door to a bunch of laughter. Walking into the kitchen, the source of the noise, they found Sam covered in flour, as Ghost was licking Sasna face of icing, and Rickon was laughing with his hands covered in both of the substances.

"What the hell happened in here?" Robb yelled. All three sets of eyes turned towards the panic looking Robb. Ghost stopped licking Sansa as he went over to Jon. Bending down he ruffled his head only to pull back with a hand covered in flour.

"Its a good thing you're white." He said, grabbing a towel and whipping his hand. Ghost went back to Sansa and started to like more icing off of her hands.

"Baking." She said as she stood up. "Ghost." She said sternly like a mother. Ghost stopped and sat down looking up at her with his rare red eyes. "Rickon is grounded for two weeks and so I needed something for him to clean up." She said walking over to her brother. Robbs mouth was open as she shut it. His eyes turned towards his little sister as she was smiling up at him. The images in the photos started to flash in front of his eyes as he engulfed her into a hug. The tears he was holding on just came out like sobs. The smiles everyone had a died down as except for Sansa as she comforted her brother. Jon walked over to Rickon and Sam as he handed each a towel.

"Thank you Sam." He said patting his friend on his shoulder.

"Don't mention it, Gilly is out of town anyway. Besides, I think Sansa and Gilly would get along." He said smiling over at Sansa as she hugged her brother.

"Women are complicated, you don't know that." He said. Rickon ran after Ghost as he went into the living room.

"I know Gilly, loves those with pure hearts. She can see them. Sasna has a pure heart." Sam said, looking at Sasna.

"That she does." Robb said as he pulled away wiping his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me, you get to run the branch in our part of the city?"

"I wanted it to be a surprise. Besides you don't read the gossip magazines so you would never have known." Turning to the other two behind her she flashed a smile to all of them. "Its to late for you to get leave now. And besides I already offered Sam a guest bedroom and Theres another bed with your name on it Jon. Besides I think I have Ghosts heart, he can't leave just yet." Jons eyebrows furrowed together as she smiled at the mention of his wolf dog.

"She's right about that. Ever since we picked him up, he hasn't really been too far away from her. He almost bit my hand off when I threw some flour at her." Sam said, laughing as he finished wiping flour away from his face.

"Robb why don't you show Sam where he can stay for the night and get him a nice shower, it looks like he needs it." She laughed as sam smiled nodded at that. "And I'll make you to boys a nice cup of tea to help calm your nerves." She request. It was more like a command instead of a request. Robb nodded as he went out the door followed by Sam and Sansa grabbed the tea kettle and started to heat up some water. Jon just watched her back not really sure what to do.

"Thank you." Her voice echoed through his mind. For a second he thought he had imagined it, but then she turned around. "Thank you." She looked like she was almost in tears. Jon didn't know what came over him, but he met her halfway as she collapsed in his arms crying. It was silent tears, but he knew she didn't want to seem upset to Robb or to Rickon. "Thank you." She just kept repeating, as he ran his hand over her hair. The soft cascade of red waterfall slipped through his fingers as he tried his best to comfort her. Less than twelve hours ago he hadn't even met this women but already he felt like attached to her. He didn't understand it himself. Maybe because he didn't like those picking on the week, or maybe because what he had told Rickon was true. Robb and Arya had become family over the past couple of years, and it was hard to see them so upset. Or maybe he had heard so much about a beautiful creature that he hadn't meant before and she exceeded his expectations. Pulling away, wiped her eyes. Her blue eyes that looked like a sea.

"Anytime." He said. Knowing that she need the comfort, and in some way he had to.

"I must seem like mess to you, first the coming late to your meeting, and then dealing with a stalking case. You've seen me cry more than my own family has." She said with a little bit of laughter in her voice. The kettle started to whistle as she ran over to the stove.

"Well, do you want to start over? Where its not a formal meeting, and I'm just your brothers friend, and not Rickons teacher?" Jon offered. She spun around with a slight curve to her lips.

"Like a do-over?" Her eyes shown a look of wonder as he shook his head.

"I'm Jon Snow. I teach History at Winterfell Academy and I met your brother at Kings Landing University." He said with his hand out. Sansa took it tentatively but firmly.

"I'm Sansa Stark, I design clothing for Targaryen Inc. and I graduated from Vale University with a degree in Fashion."

"Targaryen as in Daenerys targaryen?"

"Shes my boss. Do you know her?"

"Yes, shes my Aunt. On my fathers side. Helped raise me you could say." He said not letting go of her hand. She wasn't inclined to let go either. The energy that travels through both their bodies put both on high alert.

"Well I think your aunt is a very nice lady."

"From what I heard her say about you, she is very found of you." He said with a small upturn of his lips.

"Thank you." Sansa said again. Leaning up and giving his cheek a soft chaste kiss. Jon's cheeks started to grow red.

"For-" He coughed as he was starting to stutter. "For what?"

"For a do-over." She said smiling, while trying to hid the pink on her cheeks. Sansa let go of his hand and went to finish making the tea. Somehow in her gut she knew this guy was special. And in that moment, she also knew that everything was going to work out just fine.


Last Chapter of Part one of the series of "The City of Westros" Part Two will becoming soon. But for the first part of the journey is complete. Thank you for reading, and Hope you stay tune for the next part of the journey. This is only the beginning. Thank you for reading!