The next day I awoke at my usual six in the morning. I could hear foot steps, and rummaging, telling me Bonnie was awake and had been for awhile. I allowed myself to be lazy and lay in bed for a few moments longer. My door opened, and Bonnie walked in, ready for the day. "Wake up. Frank went to get some clothes from your apartment." She placed a stack of clothing on the bed, and I pushed myself up with my hands.

"Thanks." I mumbled, rubbing my tired eyes.

"I have to be there at six thirty, so,"

I nodded, getting out of the bed. "I'm awake. Really."

She walked out of the room, and shut the door behind her. I groaned as I eyed the clothes on the bed. At least Frank had some taste. Dark blue skinny jeans with rolled cuffs, and a red long sleeved shirt, with my most wonderful black leather jacket I had not worn yesterday for some odd reason. I quickly got dressed, and pulled my hair up into a tight bun. I then slipped on my black combat boots before walking out of the bedroom, and down the stairs. Bonnie was in the kitchen, in the middle of buttering a few pieces of toast. I yawned as I entered.

"Breakfast is on the island." She said.

A plate of buttered toast and a few pieces of fruit adorned the plate and I felt my stomach grumble. I rested my hand on it in hopes of calming it, but it did no such thing. I sat down. "Thanks."

With that, I began eating. I hadn't been so hungry in days...although I had missed dinner yesterday, so I suppose that made sense.

It didn't take long before we found ourselves in the car, and then at Annalise's office. The sun was hardly up when we got there, and I couldn't keep myself from repeatedly yawning. I collapsed on the couch and rested my head on my arms.

"Don't go to sleep. Seven isn't that far away." Bonnie warned.

"I'm resting my eyes." I mumbled tiredly.

I did indeed fall asleep.

I suppose it was seven when I heard someone scream in my face. I sat up, head banging the person in front of me, and screaming as well. I groaned, rubbing my forehead. My eyes opened, and in front of me stood Connor. I glared at him. 'You big ass face! You don't scare a sleeping person!"

He laughed, sitting on my legs. "Then you shouldn't have been sleeping in the first place."

Groaning, I remembered Bonnie telling me not to fall asleep, and cursed myself for not listening to her.

Annalise walked out of her office with purse and jacket in hand. "Everyone's here, sleeping beauty is awake...where's Michaela?"

"Not here." Asher responded.

She sighed. "Oh well. Her loss. I'm not waiting any longer, so let's go."

Connor pulled me up and kept me close to him, he whispered in my ear, "What happened yesterday? You were crying."

"Nothing. She just has a way of making you feel stressed." I whispered back.

"And she didn't condemn you for crying?" He asked in shock.

"No." I shrugged.

The line was held up by Annalise and Michaela bickering, I then heard a male voice speak before the line began to move again.

"Is this him? Future Hubby?" Asher asked.

Michaela stood next to a guy she introduced as Aiden. "Aiden, meet Asher, Wes, and Lauren."

"Laurel." She raised her eyebrows before walking off.

Me and Connor made our way outside and he gasped. "Aiden, freakin, Walker."

"Connor Walsh?" Aiden laughed. The two hugged and I stood in an uncomfortable confusion.

"You two know each other?" Michael asked awkwardly.

"Yes! We went to boarding school together." He responded.

Connor didn't seem happy with that response, which of course got him a look from me.

"So this is your fiance?" I asked.

"Oh right, yeah. Aiden, this is Leorah. Most people just call her Leo though."

We shook hands and I crossed my arms over my chest tightly.

"Guess we have more in common than I thought." Connor whispered to Michaela, and the two of us walked off.

"What was that?" I nudged him with my elbow.

He chuckled. "You don't wanna know."

I pondered the situation as we made our way to his car.

Annalise had brought us to the police station to pick up our next client. Truth be told, I hadn't been in this place in quite some time, and it brought back some shitty memories.

Wes came up behind me and Connor, 'Hey, that IT guy, you know? Think he might be able to unlock a phone?"

"Are you becoming a hacker, Wait List?" Connor joked.

"I just have a friend that forgot his pass code." Was his response.

"Really? You have a friend?" See, now, that was mocking.

I elbowed him. "No need to be so nasty." I muttered.

He didn't say anything back to me.

"Ah, look who's here. Professor Keating." The officer said.

"You have a client of mine in lockup. Paula Murphy." Annalise stated.

"Mm, sex in the park lady, yeah. She's here." The officer nodded.

"That's it? Our next client is some hooker in a park?" Asher scoffed.

"She's a friend of a friend. Not every case is a serial killer, if you want to be Professor Keating one day, you build a client base from the ground up, so shut up and learn." Bonnie rebuked.

I smirked, staring at Asher who seemed to be slightly embarrassed.

"That is not a hooker...that is a mom." Asher stated, as he saw this 'Paula Murphy' walk out.

"Even moms can be hookers, Asher. Sometimes, there's no other way to feed your children." I rolled my eyes, and sighed heavily.

He stared at me for awhile and I shifted my gaze elsewhere. Annalise came back with her and we all began to walk out of the precinct. That was, until four large SVU's pulled up around us and a couple of FBI agents jumped out of one of them in specific.

"Elena Agular? You're under arrest." Stated one of them.

"Excuse me? This is Paula Murphy." Annalise corrected.

"Her name is Elena Agular. She's a fugitive, involved in a felony murder in connection with the 1994 bombing of the world financial institute." Annalise was handed a warrant for 'Paulas' arrest.

"Right. Not all our cases are serial killers." Asher joked.

We were shipped off to yet another police station, where they held Elena Agular in custody. We were watching through the one way mirror.

"Hooker mom turned out to be bomb mom." Asher said. "I frickin love this job."

"Shhh." Laurel shushed. "Her kids are right there." She motioned toward the two little girls whom were playing with Frank.

"Makes you wonder what secrets Aiden might be keeping from you." Connor said to Michaela.

My eyes widened. "Jesus."

He shrugged at me with a smirk.

I groaned as I sat against the wall, closing my eyes tightly. I felt a small hand touch my knee, and I peaked through one eye. One of Elena's daughters was right in front of me. "Hi. What's your name?" She asked quietly.

"You can call me Leo." I smiled. "What's yours?"

"Luna." She mumbled quietly. "Is my mommy gonna go away?"

I blinked before finding myself wearing the largest smile I could muster up. "You know that lady that was with your mommy?"

"Yeah?" She nodded, finding her way into my lap.

"She's my boss, and she's my teacher. And I happen to know for a fact that she is very very good at what she does. And she gets people out of trouble when they're in a lot of it...like your mommy. And I know that she is going to do everything in her power, to make sure your mommy stays out with you." I smiled, placing a hand on her back.

She nodded. "Okay..."

"Hey. Are you and your sister hungry?" I asked.

"Kinda." She shrugged.

"I've got some money. How about we go ahead and buy some snacks?"

"I'm not allowed to have junk food."

"I think it's fine for today. It'll be our little secret." I winked as I placed her on my feet, and got on my own as well.

She held onto my hand tightly, and we passed Frank on the way to get her sister off the bench. I handed them each two dollars to buy a bag of chips and a soda from the vending machines. It was the least I could do, because even I was unsure if Annalise could save these poor children from losing their mother. Although I had to trust her. She knew what she was doing, and I on the other hand, did not.

"Ms. King. Enough babysitting, we've got to get back to the house." Annalise appeared from outside of the room and began walking down the hall towards us.

I felt Luna hug my legs tightly. "Thank you, Leo."

"No problem." I hugged her back. "Go find your daddy, now. Okay?"

She nodded and took her sisters hand before running off.

Sighing, I began to walk along with the rest of the group. Feeling sorrow for the two girls.

"Leorah, you make sure the daughters are in court, that's gold for the jury. They trust you now. When's the bail hearing?" Annalise stated as we entered her home.

"Tomorrow morning." Was Bonnie's response.

"Forensics expert?"

"On his way." Frank said.

"What can he say to help? Her fingerprints are on the bomb fragment." Michaela pointed out.

"Exactly. There's no way to win this." Connor said.

"You just lost your trophy Mr. Walsh." Annalise raised a brow.

"What?" He said breathlessly. "You said we could hand it in whenever we wanted."

"That was before you doubted my abilities." Said she.

"I was just saying we have no defense."

Annalise scoffed, "Who's to say I don't have one?" She walked back into her office.

"Good job, Connor. Having an attitude with the boss lady isn't gonna win you any points." I stated, staring at him.

"But you can, and it wins you multiple." He muttered.

"Excuse me?" I said.

"You know what I mean." He replied.

"No. I don't." I crossed my arms across my chest.

He grabbed my arm and pulled me away into the kitchen. "I heard yelling coming from inside the house yesterday. I'm not stupid. For whatever reason, you got pissy with Keating, yet she still loves you. It's like you and Wait List are her favorites or something, and I can't figure out why."

"Says the man that said I deserved to be here." I scoffed.

He didn't have a response to that.

"Keep your head out of where it doesn't belong." I began to walk away. "That's where you find yourself in the most trouble."

Bonnie and I shared a glance before I turned my attention to my notes.