Disclaimer: I was in an area where there was no Wi-Fi, but that will not stop me from updating this story. I have gotten many reviews and that fuels me to keep going. Thank you for reviewing and I hope to get more reviews in the future. Oh, before DC Comics sues me, I DO NOT OWN THE TEEN TITANS! Without further a due, chapter 4.

(A/N: In this chapter I'm going to add a puzzle. The letters will be underlined and all you have to do is put them in order. Easy enough right! Let's get started.)

Chapter 4:

When Garfield arrived, he rushed up to the 30th floor. He saw Victor on the way up and paced to him.

"Why did she go into another seizure," Garfield yelled and asked.

"She asked where you went and when I told her, she started heaving and crying. I went to get her some tissues, and when I came back she was blacked out and shaking. Next thing I know, she's having a seizure."

"Where is she now?"

"She's in room 302, and she keeps going in and out of consciousness."

After his debriefing, he rushed to room 302 and burst through the door. To his relief, she was laying peacefully on the hospital bed. Garfield took a moment to gaze at her beauty, and realize how lovely she was. She had a very pale and flawless face, almost angelic. She stirred when she realized someone was staring at her. She opened her deep blue pools and looked at him under those thick lashes. Makeup gurus would be envious because what they strived to get, she naturally had. She turned towards him, of course he was still daydreaming, but she felt her cheeks get hot. No one had stared at her with such…such, she couldn't find the word for it. But she thought she saw this in him before.

"Hey Rae, how are you feeling," he said gradually walking towards her.

"Just peachy Dr. Logan."

"Are you sure, you've already had two seizures."

"What! I don't remember, did I convulse really bad?"

"Yeah, you basically shook the floor and it looked like you were possessed."

After that, there was a long silence between them. Until Rachel decided to break the silence.

"So, did you really go to Dick's house?"

"Yeah, and I brought the feds with me. I met an old friend named Jenny."

"Jenny? Jenny West?"

"Yeah, you know her?"

"Yes, we went to middle school together. Is she still going out with Wally?"

"Yeah, actually, she got married to him."

"I knew it would happen."

After the short silence, Rachel finally decided to be straightforward.

"Did you kill him? Did you kill the bastard?"

"What? No, no, no, I handed him over to the feds. And they're going to get a warrant to search his place for illegal drugs."

"I have to get my things before they tear the place apart."

Rachel swung her legs over the bed and stood up. She calmly walked to the chair next to Garfield and picked up her things.

"Whoa, where do you think you're going? You have to stay here until we can do surgery on your ribs!"

"No, I can't stay here, he'll find me and he'll kill me."

She tried to race out of the room, but her efforts failed. Garfield pulled her back by her sore arm and she hissed in pain.

"Oh my god, are you okay, did I hurt you?"

"No, you just pulled on my sore arm."

He lifted the sleeve of her hoodie only to find more scratches and bruises. He gasped and asked, "Did Dick do this?"

When she nodded, his jaw clenched so much, he thought it would break.

"That's it, you are coming to my house."

"No, I don't want to put you in danger," she said with pleading eyes.

"I don't care, you are coming to live with me from now on. I have a spare room that you can use. We can buy you clothes and whatever else you need," he scared her when he looked her dead in the eyes and said it without his carefree tone.

"Ok, but get off, you're hurting me!"

He snapped back to reality and let go of her arm. She stood in front of him and stared at his features. He was the most beautiful person she could ever meet. His shaggy blonde hair fell in his jade orbs. As he blew his hair up, his breath tickled her face and she finally realized how tall and close he was. Garfield was about 6'1'', with lithe muscles that rippled through his shirt. He was a medium build, so his muscles weren't huge like a bodybuilder, but he wasn't puny either. If you look back up at his face, you could hardly notice a little blonde stubble on his chin. She finally snapped out of it when he said, "Daydreaming about me?" Her response was a deep red blush as she looked away.

"Are we going to your house or not?"

He said excitedly, "Y-Yeah, uh, let's go."

They got on the elevator and ran into Victor.

"Hey beastie, you and your little girlfriend going home together?"

Garfield grumbled, "She is not my girlfriend, and yes we are going home together. I offered for her to stay in my guest room, and she accepted."

"Hi, I'm Victor Stone, Garfield's best friend." He stuck his hand out for her to shake.

"I'm Rachel Grayson, nice to meet you Victor."

"Well, I will be a gentleman and walk the ladies to their car," Victor snickered. Garfield just grumbled about 'not being a lady' and opened the door to his black Charger. Victor opened the door for Rachel, who quietly thanked him for his kindness. With that confrontation done, they sped away to Garfield's mansion.

~Nikki~