AN: Okay, so based on a prompt.. I've also recently come into contact with the information that Jordi runs a little group called 'Fixers' the idea just bounced around my head until I came up with something completely wonderful. Thanks to Beshineshi who let me bounce this idea off her until it was completed. We came up with QUITE a scenario here =P She encouraged me to get dramatic and things just started coming together. It was challenging.. I hope I did it justice. I've also given the nameless Reader POV a name! =P I figured it was time. Also, I WILL try to make updates on this a once a week thing since I've started getting more in depth I can't just type something in two hours and post it without feeling like I'm lazy. I'm going to be working on a bunch of TLoU fictions this weekend. They won't leave me alone, so I'm just going to pound them all out.

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'You don't have to do this.'

You turn to face him calmly 'Yes. I do.'

He sighed and ran his hand along his forehead, covering his eyes and letting out a groan of frustration.

'Fine, but I'm coming with you.'

'No. No you are not.'

He looked up at you in disbelief 'Why not?'

You shoot him a menacing look and advance up to him boldly.

'You sent them after him, you've already done enough.' you shout at him.

You immediately regret it when you see the look of hurt come across his face.

You sigh and look to the side briefly before turning to face him again, you try to be civil this time.

'Look, Jordi.. I'm sorry but I've got to go clean this mess up before something happens.'

It was his turn to shout at you 'You're a Fixer! This is what we do!'

You huff out a breath and close your eyes.

'I can't. Not to Aiden.'

His posture dropped and he hung back, leaning against a table for support. It took him a few moments to gather the courage for his next words as he surveyed you.

'You still love him don't you.'

It was more of a statement. You knew he probably wasn't interested in your answer.

'I'll come back later.' you said as you swiped your car keys off the table and didn't wait for his answer as you left the room.

Somewhere In Downtown Chicago: ctOS Service Building. Mid-Evening

You took a shaky breath.

This was it.

The moment that determined how everything would play out. If you fucked this up it would be all over.

You were almost so lost in your thoughts that you didn't see the man walking to your left heading in the direction you were watching.

Aiden was currently busying himself with hacking into the ctOS File Server at the back of the building.
He probably had a ctOS Surveillance feed, but you doubted he was paying much attention to it.

He'd already taken out the majority of the building's security himself, why would he need to watch his back now?

You heard the footsteps getting closer and closer. The assailant was walking quietly, but the room was also completely quiet except for the droning hum of busy computers in the background.

This 'One of the shadow's' method you'd been taught as a Fixer wasn't working for you. You'd never been patient, and now more than ever you just wanted this over.

You closed your eyes and counted 5 more seconds off in your head.

You opened your eyes and sprung yourself up, lunging for your target.

You successfully knocked him over and landed on him, delivering two punches that connected directly with his face.

You heard the sickening crack that accompanied a broken nose as your fist hit him the second time.

He cried out at the last contact and you cringed. That would for sure have been heard.

Your head swiveled to the door, your heartbeat drowned out all ambient sound from your ears as you pass the tension filled moments with shaky breathing.

It was a moment later that it opened and out he walked to survey whatever damage he'd heard.

You thanked whoever designed these places had the decency to make them dark.

You silently praised yourself for putting on a mask like Aiden did. You didn't really care who saw what you did on a daily basis, but this occasion called for secrecy.

When he reached into his pocket to pull the gun out your eyes darted from his hand to his face.

He was waiting for you to make a move, you stood up slowly.

He started to raise the gun. That made you panic. It took half a second for you to decide to bolt.

You ducked and dodged as bullets rang out against the metal on the units.

He was a pretty good shot, you knew if he tried hard enough he probably could succeed in hitting you.

He was also a pretty fast runner if you remembered correctly. You looked over your shoulder to seek confirmation on your suspicion.

He was right on your tail, less than seven feet away from you.

You turned your head back around and ran as hard as you could.

Darting in and out of hallways and through countless doors you tried to backtrack your path as best you could, remembering along the way how to get out of the building.

You felt the floor coming up to meet you and were momentarily stunned when everything seemed to rise above you before you hit the ground hard.

It knocked the breath out of you and you couldn't inhale quick enough before you felt yourself being spun and shoved harshly onto the cold marble ground beneath you.

You blocked the hand that had a baton coming down aimed right at your head with your own.

You tried to shift and move free out of his grasp but it wasn't working, he was way too strong.

You angled most of your weight onto your upper back as you lifted your legs into the air and brought them as close to your chest as his position would allow and folded them across his chest and pushed back with all your strength.

It almost worked at first but he regained his balance and held firm from being pulled off you.

You tried adding an extra kick for emphasis on his shoulder but it only made him grip harder. He absolutely refused to let go now.

Fuck.

You tried rolling but his legs were tightly secured on either side of your hips. You moved the hands holding his down and to the side bringing his face as close as possible to yours.

When he was close enough you pushed your head forward and knocked into him.

You immediately regretted it. It damned well hurt. You groaned momentarily and righted yourself on the floor as you stood up on wobbling legs.

You held yourself up against the wall and looked over your shoulder. Apparently it had hurt him as much as it had you. He held the side of his head as he tried to make his own way to stand.

You decided to use the small window of opportunity you'd created to your advantage and took off as fast as your self induced haze would allow.

You finally came across the door that led to the outside.

You turned sharply to the left once you were past it and made for the alleyway next to the building that would lead you back to the street.

The loud metal clang that reverberated in your ears made you jump as you turned. He'd had enough of his wits to still pursue you.

You made a break down the brick walled backstreets as your attempted self-rescue was still in progress.

Your lungs were rapidly running out of air. You wouldn't be able to keep this up much longer, he was gaining on you and he'd get you if you couldn't move quicker.

You turned a corner and you felt physically sick as you saw the locked gate at the end of the brick wall.

'Fuck, FUCK!' you scream as you slam your palm into the locked gate when you finally reached it.

You laugh a little to yourself as you look at the top of the gate and see that there is no possible way to move yourself over it even if you could climb that high.

You lean against it in defeat. Sucking in a deep breath, you turn around to face him just as he rounds the corner.

You held up your hands in surrender as he slowed down as he approached you 'Okay! Okay you caught me.'

You kept your eyes locked on him as you shifted, pacing back and forth. stopping in front of him and trying to sound as confident as you could.

'Now what?'

The gun raised at you 'Who are you?'

'Wouldn't you like to know..' you retorted unamused as your gaze drifted to the side.

He must have recognized the sarcastic tone of your voice with that remark.

The gun shifted as his hands faltered. He lifted it again, then hesitated. He finally decided to lower it completely.

'Cale?'

You sighed and reached up to your face to pull the mask that hid your features down 'Yes.'

You heard him make an audible noise at the revelation.

It was a few moments before he made an attempt at speaking.

'Y- You.. you're a Fixer?' he said that last part with all the disdain in the world.

You tilted your head to look him in the eyes. The look that was on his visible features hurt too much. You couldn't take it.

You made a disgruntled noise and made to move past him.

He grabbed the crook of your elbow and tugged against it harshly to yank you back to face him, pushing you up against the gate.

'They are no-good thugs who kill anyone for a paycheck.'

You rolled your eyes and turned your head 'Oh yeah? What is it you've been doing all these years then?'

He pushed harder on your stomach and it made you wince, he didn't like his past. He preferred to forget it. You bringing it up must have been a wrong move.

He seemed to calm himself a bit as the grip lessened on your arm but his gaze hadn't lost intensity.

Yours wandered when the hand with the gun move to his pocket as he put it away, in change bringing out the ever-present phone.

He pressed a button on a menu of about nine options. You watched his actions curiously.

Suddenly the lights that had turned on a while ago as night had begun to set in sequentially shut off as they powered-down with a low energy drone.

You jerked slightly when his hand came up ear you face in the sudden darkness before you realized he was taking his mask down as well.

You jumped against him when he nipped at your lower lip and it made you laugh softly. Feeling him shift to hold you firmly, he growled in response and bit at your lip this time. Your breath caught when he slicked his tongue over your lower lip.

Your mouth parted slightly but he didn't take the invitation, instead he focused on slowly tracing the outline of your lips with his tongue.

'Turn around.'

You parted your mouth from it's position near his, looking him up and down before snorting. You looked at the ground and scuffed your boot along the concrete as a smile spread across your face.

You raised your head to look at him 'No.'

He grabbed your arm and pushed with all the force he could to move you the other way.

You couldn't exactly put your finger on why it felt so good to end up man-handled by him. All you knew what that is excited you into provoking him more times than not.

Your hands flew up to brace you from hitting the brick wall face first. You could feel the shifting as he aligned himself up behind you, pushing you up against the stone further.

You saw out of the corner of your eye as his hands reached up to pull yours off the wall and behind your back to be melded together in his unrelenting grasp.

You shook them harshly and pushed back against him, rolling your hips a little to see how far you could push him.

He wasn't about to let it get too far.

You felt his free hand move to steady your hips as he leaned forward to brush his lips against the side of you jaw.

He was about to say something when the lights flickered back on just in time for you to see the Cruiser heading down the street toward your location.

He hauled you off the wall and shoved you into the shadows next to an escape landing.

You both watched as the car passed, seeming oblivious to your presence in the alley.

You breathed a sigh of relief as it passed and turned to face Aiden.

'Aiden I – '

He pushed off the wall from in front of you and shoved his hands in his pocket and started to walk away from you.

'I'll talk to you later.'

Your Apartment Later That Night

You started at the harsh sound coming from your front door.

It wasn't so much a knock as it was an assault on the object in question.

You rounded the counter in your Kitchen and made for the front door.

You opened it carefully. It was who you suspected it would be.

'Hi..' you offered shyly as you opened it fully.

'Hi.'

You stayed there for a few awkward moments, the only thing exchanged between you was silence.

'Aiden, I think I should talk to you later, I – ' you jumped as you felt a hand come down upon your shoulder as a body secured itself to your side.

'So, this is the elusive boyfriend we hear so little about.' your friend observed as she sidled up next to you in the front hallway.

You were sure he could could tell she'd already been hitting the booze from the smell wafting off of her breath.

You'd come home earlier only to discover your neighbor, and self-appointed best friend, had let herself into your apartment after your cat had been scratching at the door and desperately wanted inside.

She looked between you and him before rolling her eyes when she saw you were making no effort to move or talk.

'Hi. I'm Casey.' she offered cheerily as she stuck out her hand to him.

He didn't reciprocate or extend any type of greeting as he merely kept his eyes transfixed on you, briefly stopping so that he could send her an unamused look.

'Fine, not a hand-shaker. No harm done!' she said as she retracted her hand and held it up in mock surrender, sloshing some of the liquid onto the the sleeve of your t-shirt as she did so.

'Oh jeez, I'm sorry!' she defended as you shook your arm to rid it of a majority of the drips.

'It's fine, it's fine.' you told her, but she wouldn't listen.

She grabbed your by the forearm and dragged you into the kitchen to look for paper towels.

You didn't know why you put up with this lady literally pushing you around like she did. It wouldn't take much to have her flat on her back, out cold from a wine bottle crack to the head.

You guessed putting up with her must be some form of repentance for all the unkind things you did.

You shot Aiden a look over your shoulder as she carted you away, motioning for him to sit in the living room and wait.

She adjusted you so you were standing next to the sink and proceeded to wet a dishcloth under the tap and rung it out and set onto rubbing it out of your shirt.

It wouldn't do anything but make it worse but you didn't feel like arguing right now.

'So that's the boyfriend, huh?' she asked accusingly as she ruffed up your arm some more.

'That's him. Not sure I'd call him my boyfriend yet. I don't know what – ' you paused for a moment as you reflected on the past events. You two never really had confirmed you official status.

'What.. I should be calling him..' you finished a little quieter.

Casey seemed to pay no mind to this as she continued on her little psychotic rant.

'Well, I don't care who or what he is. If he hurts you then I think you should let Jordi take care of him and teach him a lesson!' she spat certain words in the direction of the living room to make her point.

You closed your eyes and cringed as you bit your lip. That was not the thing you wanted Aiden to be overhearing.

In his seven year absence you had developed a sort of.. friendship with Jordi. He'd been the closest thing you'd had to a boyfriend since Aiden left. It hadn't gone anywhere, not that there hadn't been trying on his part, but he'd respected the fact that you were still not over Aiden.

Even though he hated it.

He'd had the misfortune of coming across Casey once or twice in passing leaving your apartment. He'd made polite small talk but you could tell he disliked her as much as you did.

You felt your frame shift as she let go of your arm and flung the rag into the sink 'Well, I don't know what to do, I'd say the shirt is ruined.' she concluded as she picked up her wine glass and took another swig.

'Well, thanks for trying..' you muttered trying to sound as appreciative as you could under the circumstances.

'Mm! Where are my manners?' she sputtered as she made an over exaggerated swing of her arm past your head 'Would you like a drink?' she asked as sweetly as she could.

You shook you head, barely visible 'No.' you offered meekly.

'Oh come on!' she scoffed as she took another sip of her drink 'One drink after a hard day at work won't kill you!' she pressed harder as she tried to shove the glass into your hand firmly.

You took it, a look of satisfaction came over her face, it left as you set the glass back down on the counter.

'I said I didn't want a drink..' you mumbled as you leaned over the counter and propped yourself up on your elbows and rocked on your toes. This day was stressing you out.

You ran your hands through your hair and pulled it off your face as you turned to look at the living room.

You let your gaze linger there for a few moments as you watched him pressing away at buttons and keys as screens went and came. You idly lost yourself wondering what he was up to.

You heard your phone vibrate and you lifted yourself off the counter to check it once it had disturbed you from your reverie.

You stop dead in your tracks.

A wave of panic overwhelmed you as Casey had already made it there first.

'I don't know why you even have this thing,' she used the pad of her finger to flip through the messages in your Inbox to see the new one 'It's not like you ever have it with you – ' her face shot up to look at you.

'You! You're MARRIED?' she screeched at you, a startled look settling on her features.

You shuddered as she spoke the last word and felt your face get heated.

Oh, no. What was she talking about?

When you refused to speak she took it upon herself to storm over to you and thrust the phone into your face.

Sure enough there it was.

You took the phone and examined the message.

An official ctOS page requesting formal acknowledgment of the change in your personal status to.. Married.

Married?

How were you married?

You didn't remember anyone proposing to you.

You hadn't said yes to anyone –

Suddenly it made sense when it hit you.

You closed your eyes and groaned as you tilted your head back and took a deep breath. You enjoyed the few moments of silence before your friend started overwhelming you with questions and accusations.

You let your head drop and stared at her, not bothering to listen or hear anything she had to say before looking to the side to look at Aiden.

Of course it had been him.

Who else could hack those types of documents so quick.

It had to be quick, you weren't married this morning and now you were.

He was sitting nonchalantly. Not paying any attention to the events unfolding in the kitchen.

'Casey, I think it's time for you to leave.' you said firmly.

'What? No!' she said as she moved to stand in front of you 'Not until I get answers.'

'Well, since I don't have any answers you can leave.' you hissed at her, shifting you gaze to lock firmly with hers.

When she saw the menacing look in your eyes she backed off.

'Fine. Not like I need to deal with your kind of crazy anymore.'

You inclined your head a bit and smiled as she brushed past you, knocking into your shoulder as she went.

You reached for something across the counter and followed a few paces behind her.

'Oh, Casey?' you called sweetly.

She rounded as soon as she was on the front door on your porch steps 'Wha – AHH!' she screamed as you chucked the open bottle of wine close enough to her that it soaked her lower pant leg.

You would have liked to have beaten her with it, but you settled for startled.

'WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU CRAZY – '

You raised your hand and waved a finger at her 'I wouldn't if I was you..' you finished sending her a cold look.

She huffed and turned around and marched down your front walkway to her house next door.

You watched her for a few moments before you heard noises coming from under a chair next to your front door.

You bent down, curious to see what it was. You peered under it to see the small Tabby kitten you'd recently adopted cowering under the disused chair.

Apparently she'd heard your cat asking to come in, but she hadn't bothered to do said act.

'Come here, baby.' you cooed gently as you plucked the kitten from under it's hiding place and secured it to your chest as you maneuvered back inside, locking the door once it was closed and setting the kitten free on the floor inside.

It ran to the living room but turned around once it saw it was occupied and scurried back toward your bedroom.

It didn't like visitors too much.

You tried to mentally prepare yourself for what had to come next. You had to confront Aiden about what he'd done. You didn't want to though.

Truth told, you loved the idea of being married to Aiden.

Not this way though.

You didn't know how to confront him when you didn't know how you felt about the subject.

You shifted nervously back and forth on your feet before deciding to march off to your bedroom to change.

You traded your wine-soaked shirt for a simple t-shirt and jacket, your pants for a relaxed loose pair of casual, faded blue jeans. You loosened your hand under the ponytail that was messily secured in your hair and pulled it out to run a brush through the disheveled stands and re-did it up.

You exchanged a look with yourself in the mirror.

What were you going to do about all this?

You huffed in a breath and made for the door.

You heard him rise from where he was seated as you brushed past the living room without any acknowledgment of the person inside.

'Where are – '

'To see my sister, Aiden!' you snapped at him as you slammed the door behind you, not bothering to look back at him.

This was twice in one day you'd left two men like this. With no answers.

You needed some time to clear your head and think things through.

You rushed down your stairs as you zipped up your coat and shivered as the night air slicked itself over your moist skin as you started down the sidewalk.

You hadn't gotten more than a block down the street before you heard squealing of tires and the harsh sound of brakes being applied too hard as a Black SUV pulled up next to you.

'What the fu – ' you started as the doors opened and a pair of arms reached out to grab you.

'Let me – NO!' you braced yourself against the ground and tried to pull from the stranger.

He held strong and eventually succeeded in pulling you into the vehicle as it sped off down the street once you were inside.

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AN: WHEW! Alright.. am I getting the hang of it yet? =P Yes, I also realize that I have a thing for random hookup sequences, but let's all admit it now. We love it =) I'm not totally happy with the transition but, I couldn't think of anything better. Plus, these Police seem to be all over the city anyway so it is plausible they would end up interrupted again XD Anyone wants an aside with a different end to that scene I'm fairly sure I could oblige as a one-shot companion. I just felt like I was randomly writing them in with very little concern for real-world practicality so that I could have practice writing those scenes. I was aiming for one of those 'On your knees now' deals but I just couldn't find the words. Maybe I should read this weekend and do some research. That scene feels a bit out of place anyway. I might re-post this Chapter. Like I said.. I'm not sure why but I think it needs fine tuning.. particularly the alley scene.. so I'll post it, let people critique over the weekend and then I'll see what I can do to make it better over the next few days.

I'm in a W.I.P for learning how to write Aiden POV sequences.. so.. any tips or critique would be helpful. Next Chapter kinda has to be a majority Aiden POV =) Ah, next Chapter is writing itself, I've taken a few bits n' pieces out of here 'cause it would work better with the next Chapter anyways =) Don't worry. Info that is seemingly missing will show up. It'll probably be this time next week. I've got so many things to cover. Oh well.. I'm off to play TLoU and write up some Chapters for my stories =) Have a nice weekend! - Thanks to Besh, who again, as we speak is helping me fine tune the next Chapter of this Story =P You are my inspiration! =)