Hey everybody!

So last night's episode. Wow. So good! And if you haven't watched the episode, please turn back now. Spoilers for the episode!

Thank you all for the support on the story so far! So glad you're all enjoying it! I can't believe next week is the finale already! It's not enough episode. I need more Eye Candy in my life.

Anyway, enough talk from me :)

I don't own Eye Candy.

Enjoy!

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Tommy's hands were white-knuckling the steering wheel the entire drive to Lindy's apartment. He figured Yeager would say something—especially at the speed he was driving, even with the sirens on—but his partner kept his mouth shut. In fact, Yeager looked just as worried as he did, no doubt about the call they'd just received from a damn near hysterical Sophia, who had told them about her friend's body.

Tommy was, of course, concerned about Sophia, and that the killer had struck again, but he was exceptionally more concerned now that they knew who the killer was—Jake. Tommy clenched his jaw just thinking about it again. He'd rushed to the hospital after he got the call from Sophia, as well as to tell Yeager that he'd had a revelation about the killer. Yeager had met him halfway, rushing out to the parking lot before Tommy could even step foot inside the hospital. There, Yeager had confirmed Tommy's conclusion on the killer—dashing any small shred of hope he had left that it wasn't Jake, if only to protect Lindy from that knowledge.

But now that he knew…he realized he'd never wanted to kill someone as much as he wanted to kill Jake. Tommy always, always, no matter how sick or twisted someone was, used killing as a last resort. If he went around shooting every killer they came across, he wouldn't be a very good cop, wouldn't be holding up the law like he promised to do. And thinking that, he knew that he most likely wouldn't kill Jake if he didn't have to. That didn't mean he didn't want to, because he still thought there should be no mercy for Jake. Not after all that he'd done. All the people he'd killed…Ben…Lindy. He'd spent months tormenting her. And the thought of Jake, the killer, having his hands all over her, touching her, kissing her, it made Tommy's stomach churn. He felt nauseous, a bad taste in his mouth. It made him goddamn angry, too. Murderously furious. His hands tightened even more on the wheel.

He knew Lindy was pissed at him and that she didn't rust him right now, but, god, that didn't even remotely deter him from wanting—needing—to protect her, keep her safe. It was programed into his very being to make sure she was okay. He didn't know if that was because of his feelings for her, or because of Ben, or because that's just who he was, but whatever it was, it consumed him. He could barely focus on the road because all of his thoughts were on Lindy. Please, Lindy, he prayed internally, please be at your apartment. Please, please, please be safe. Not that being in a place the killer—Jake—had been was safe, especially since he'd left a body in his wake, but it was better than her being anywhere else while Jake was on the loose.

Finally they pulled up to the girls' apartment. Tommy didn't even bother with the elevator. He had no patience to wait for it, so he headed for the stairs, taking them two at a time, Yeager on his heels. They nearly ran down the hallway to get to the apartment, almost running into the M.E.s that were rolling the gurney away, the black body bag on it so hard to avoid, as if it had a flashing neon sign attached to it that read: Jake did this and if you don't hurry Lindy will be next! Tommy balled his hands into fists, his fury returning all over again. Pushing it down for now, he followed Yeager into the apartment.

There was a crime scene unit there, finishing up with processing any evidence and pictures. The small of bleach also filled the air, and Tommy knew that they had mostly likely cleaned up any blood for Sophia's benefit after they finished processing all that.

"Sophia," Yeager said, relief in his voice as he approached Lindy's best friend.

"Yeager," Sophia gasped, sounding just as relieved. Her eyes were watery and a little puffy around the edges. She looked about ready to burst into tears again as they approached, but he saw her swallow hard, steeling herself. "I—they said she was killed last night, and I—I didn't even know! I took a shower and went straight to bed. I didn't even come back in here! And then I come out here this morning and T-Tessa…she's dead, and there was so much blood—"

She cut off as Yeager laid a hand comfortingly on her shoulder. Judging by the way Yeager was looking at Sophia, clearly holding back from just dragging her into his arms entirely, Tommy realized that maybe he wasn't the only one who had fallen hard on this case.

"The killer was here," Sophia whispered. "Tessa….god, he could have killed me, too. And he could have killed Lindy if she was here—"

"Wait, wait," Tommy cut her off, trying to keep himself from panicking. He'd momentarily pushed Lindy to the back of his mind once he saw the state Sophia was in, but now it came back and hit him full force that he hadn't seen Lindy around the apartment yet. "Lindy's not here?"

Sophia shook her head, chin trembling the slightest. "No. I haven't seen her since yesterday. She said she was taking care of some personal stuff, and that Jake was helping her."

"Jake?" Tommy's heart plummeted to the ground, and then his pulse spiked up, all in a matter of seconds. Fear, panic, worry, anger, it all hit him like a truck, coming out of nowhere and nearly knocking him down with the force.

"Oh no," Yeager murmured, over-simplifying the thoughts in Tommy's head.

"What?" Sophia demanded, her usual fire sparking up again for a split second. "What's wrong?"

"Sophia…" Yeager started slowly, as if he wasn't sure how to tell her.

"Jake is the killer," Tommy finished for him.

There was a tense air in the room, all other noise from the outside or the crime scene unit fading into nothing.

"Oh my god," Sophia breathed, piecing together what Tommy had said.

She looked about as unstable as he felt, and Tommy understood. Within just a few days Sophia had found two bodies and found out that the guy her best friend was dating was the same guy that had been stalking Lindy.

"Come on," Yeager urged her gently, leading her into the next room. Tommy followed, watching his partner sit Sophia down on the couch, rubbing a hand across her back comfortingly.

"Sophia, what else can you tell us? Did Lindy say where they were going? What they were doing?" Tommy asked gently.

"No," Sophia informed him. "But…usually when she says that she's dealing with personal stuff, it means it's about Sara."

Tommy nodded, looking at Yeager. "Makes sense. Catherine had information about her sister. She's probably following through with that."

"We can go to the hospital after this," Yeager suggested. "See what Catherine had to say and try to retrace Lindy's steps."

Tommy clenched his jaw. "We don't have enough time for that."

"I can try and call her," Sophia offered. She went and grabbed her phone. She called Lindy, putting it on speaker. It went straight to voicemail, and hearing Lindy's voice sent a dagger right through Tommy's heart. He ran a hand down his face as Sophia tried again. Then a third time. Then a fourth. Her expression grew more worried with each call, and finally Yeager put a hand over hers to keep her from trying it a fifth time.

"Her phone's either not in a good service area or it's turned off," Yeager reasoned calmly. Yeager was always the more level-headed one, good at collecting himself in situations like this. His partner could also probably see that he was hanging on by a thread, his emotions about to explode.

"Dammit!" Tommy shouted suddenly, slamming his hand against the wall next to him. Neither of them even flinched. Tommy started pacing, running a hand through is hair.

"Can you give us a minute?" Yeager asked Sophia. She nodded and left the room quietly.

Yeager stood up, grabbing Tommy's attention. "I know you're worried, man, but you gotta try and calm down. Freaking out won't get us anywhere.

Tommy exhaled sharply. "He's with her, Yeager."

"I know," Yeager said, giving him a sympathetic look. "But if he was going to kill Lindy, he would have done it by now."

"He could have just been waiting," Tommy argued. "For this. He must've known that we were growing close to catching him. He would want to make killing her a show, would want credit for it."

Tommy couldn't even bear to think about Lindy dying. The images of her that flashed in his mind—bloody, broken, crying for someone to help her as Jake ended her—they were nightmarish.

"Well, if that turns out to be the case, then he'll show up again. We'll find him," Yeager reason. "For now, I'll go see what Catherine can tell us, and you head back to the office, keep calling her, and see if you can get a location on her phone or car or something."

Tommy took a few deep breaths, knowing Yeager was right. Maybe he could even get Lindy's friend, George, to help him out. "Yeah. Yeah, okay."

Yeager reached up and gave his shoulder a quick squeeze. "We're going to find her, Tommy. We're going to find her and then we're going to put this bastard away for good."

Tommy nodded in agreement one more time, all thoughts on Lindy. He would find her. He would find her and bring her home, safe and sound. And if that meant taking Jake out in the process, so be it. Either way, he would make sure he would never hurt Lindy again.

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So I will most definitely put a chapter up next week after the finale. I might put one up before then, too, with some speculations on the finale, but we'll see.

Either way, hope you liked it :) And totally called it that Tommy wasn't the killer. He's just too precious.

Let me know any thoughts you have on this or the episode!

Thanks for reading!

-DaughterOfPoseidon333