"Father, are you here?" Jaime called, closing the front door to his father's house behind him.
There was no answer from the ground floor of the house that he, Cersei and Tyrion had grew up in so he knew that if his father was home he would most likely be in his office. He moved from the hall to the kitchen, sitting at the breakfast bar with his eyes narrowing as he looked at the paperwork set down on the counter top. The usual opened letters from the water and phone companies with their monthly bills, bank statements, letters from business associates that his father had delivered to the house rather than the company headquarters, and an envelope; marked with his father's writing, only two words on it: Robert, Jaime.
He looked at the envelope, taking out the contents to see that it was the files that he had presented to Robert shortly before his brother-in-law had been killed. There was a DVD included in the envelope but Jaime didn't get a chance to put it into a DVD player in the living room, his father stood in the doorway to the kitchen, looking as solemn as ever.
"I didn't hear you come in." Tywin greeted, almost coldly.
"I called but I assumed you were in your office." Jaime replied.
"I was." Tywin confirmed, "I was sorting out the paperwork of Robert's will, your sister has agreed that it be in Joffrey's best interests that I act as regent until the boy comes of age. Robert left his ownership of the company to Joffrey, the boy seems thrilled and is already trying to make plans."
Jaime snorted in amusement, of course Joffrey would try and take control in order to prove he was the man of the Baratheon household now that his 'father' was dead.
"Are you going to take Joffrey under your wing? Show him the ropes so to speak?" Jaime asked.
Tywin shook his head firmly, "He's already throwing his toys out of the pram because I told him that he would have plenty of time to learn once he had finished his education." he replied.
"Let me guess, by Joffrey's definition his education finishes next year when he's completed secondary school?"
"And by my definition it's university."
Tywin snatched the envelope and DVD from Jaime's hands, placing it in one of the kitchen drawers that made Jaime look at his father suspiciously. He had an idea how his father had come to be by what was in the envelope, considering that Robert had taken them from him before he died, but he had no idea why Tywin had them in his home.
"I suppose you've seen the paperwork?" Jaime asked.
"I have," Tywin confirmed, "The DVD is the CCTV footage of you and Robert arguing, quite heavily might I add, two days before your brother-in-law is murdered."
Jaime's eyes narrowed as he looked at his father, there was only one reason why his father would keep those files here along with a DVD that captured his motive for killing Robert. Tywin must believe that he was responsible for the fat oaf's murder.
"You think I did it?" Jaime accused in disbelief.
Twyin neither confirmed or denied Jaime's accusation, he simply opened the drawer again and chucked the DVD inside before closing it again.
"You're a Lannister, my heir to my fortune. I did what I had to do in taking those files, if Stark got hold of them then you'd be sitting in a police cell asking me for a lawyer." Tywin replied stiffly.
"You're so quick to believe I murdered Robert?"
Tywin nodded, "You've never liked him, you were so against your sister marrying him.."
The rest of Tywin's speech was drowned out as Jaime reminisced about the time that Tywin had announced to the family that Cersei would be engaged to Robert in return of Robert bailing the company out. He had been angry, with Cersei trying to protest at the time until Tywin had struck her and told her that she'd do what she was told to do. When Jaime had tried to reason with his father that Cersei deserved better, Tywin had stated that they were all his children and they would do his bidding. There was no reasoning with his father on that one, the whole family had been confined to their rooms after dinner that night because the atmosphere was too tense and argumentative. He had gone to Cersei's room past midnight to talk with her about her engagement, Cersei had said that she would marry Robert and their love affair would continue; as it had done since their early teenage years. But after they had fucked that night, the morning came and each morning since their father had broken the news he had tried to argue with his father to try and get Tywin to change his mind about Cersei marrying a man like she was a business deal.
"Just because I never liked the man and the fact that we argued in the office two days before he ended up dead in his own home, doesn't mean I killed him!" Jaime shouted.
"You're hiding something Jaime! Those files tell me that much and the reasons for it are unknown. You're going to tell me everything that you know about Robert's murder because I need to know how much I need to keep from getting out. You're a Lannister and we have a certain image to uphold-"
"Keep the damned file! I'm not telling you anything and I certainly don't care about this family's public image!" Jaime spat, rising from his seat and leaving the kitchen.
He ignored the calls of his father and slammed the front door behind him, getting into his car and driving away from his childhood home. There was too much at stake if the truth were to come out and he was determined that he wasn't going to be the one to come clean about what he knew.