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Four Days Ago.
Lucy was grinding against some random guy she didn't even know. She was so wasted and she didn't even know what time it was. She was holding a beer bottle in a hand and a cigarette in the other.
She was surprised when the guy behind her suddenly disappeared and she was yanked around to come face to face with Wayne.
"What the hell are you doing?" Wayne asked her as calmly as he could.
"What's up, Wayne?"
"Don't you see how were you dancing with that guy just there? He's sporting a fucking boner!"
"So what?" She dragged a long breath from the cigarette and grinned; "I'm just a bit drunk."
"Let me get you out of it, then." He grabbed the beer bottle and threw it over his shoulder. He reached for her hand and was going to drag her to the bathroom, ignoring her protest.
"Dude." James said as he appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He struggled against Wayne's tight grip on Lucy and stood between them; "What's with all the commotion?"
"Stay out of this, JD!" Wayne said as he tried to reach for Lucy again, pushing James to the side.
"Not when you're hurting her, I won't." James stood his ground, pushing Wayne back gently. "Just tell me what's wrong so I'd understand."
"You don't have to understand!" Wayne screamed and pushed James back roughly.
"What the hell, Wayne?!" James exclaimed and he gripped Wayne, keeping him at his arms' length. "Are you high?!"
"No, I'm not!" Wayne screamed; "I'm more aware than her, at least! So stay away from me!" He chuckled darkly; "Or you know what? Just have her! You're not the first and most definitely won't be the last!"
"Wayne!" James warned and at that point, Beau had showed up, trying to drag Wayne away from the scene.
"Or maybe just use her to get revenge on Edward for what he did to your old man! Nobody can't be that forgiving, James. How do you forgive her and Edward after all they'd done?!"
"Don't even go there!" James screamed and shoved Wayne harshly; "You're drunk, you don't even know what you're saying! But we will talk about this when you're sober!"
James grabbed Lucy and dragged her to God knows where, while Wayne shoved Beau away from his as the latter was trying to calm him down, then he stormed off to get another drink from the bar.
Present Time.
"That's all sir." Beau finished; "A few minutes later, James took Lucy and left."
"Wait." Carlos held up his hand; "Who is Lucy's boyfriend, anyway?"
"Well, sir..." Beau looked down, confused; "It's hard to tell; Lucy showed up every week at the camp and I can swear that every time it was a new guy. Beside her on-again-off-again with Wayne."
Carlos sighed; "Fine, who were James's friends that visited the camp?"
"A lot of people came to the camp, sir; and I don't know all of his friends. Plus, James was a nice guy and knew a lot of people."
"And nobody liked Wayne?"
"I never said that." Beau replied; "James loved Wayne dearly. They never actually fought, only the last night because Wayne was drunk."
"Hmm." Carlos nodded and sipped his coffee; "You can go now, I'll call you if I need you."
"Yes, sir."
Carlos grabbed his jacket and was about to leave when his cell phone rang out. He smiled as he picked it up.
"Heya, Mamma."
"How's little Javi? He's being a good boy?"
"Can he sleep over with me tonight? I kinda miss my little boy?"
"Thank you, Mamma. Stay safe."
"Sure, Bye."
Logan opened the door to his apartment, once again finding Camille on his living room couch. She was bobbing her head to whatever was blaring from her laptop and into the her headset.
He looked at her closely, thinking about what Stephanie told him. She was right, he had the worst luck with women. But the ones who stood out most were Lucy and no one other than his own mother.
Lucy had screwed him over, big time. He had been crushing on her since the day they met, but one night; they were both so drunk that they slept together. The sweet and naïve lawyer-in-training thought that this could be his chance to be something; but she gave him the cold shoulder.
Then humiliated him in front of the entire mutual group of friends.
The second, his mother, hadn't talked to him for three years. Since he won the case against Jeffery Diamond unknowingly.
Since his father, Liam, died.
She disowned him and even banned him from seeing his younger brother; Ryan Mitchell. She fully believed he killed his own old man.
Which he sort of did...but kind of didn't...
Logan shook the negative memories out of his head. All of that was years ago, but he was in the right now. He focused on the beautiful, perky brunette on his couch.
He had to admit, Camille was nothing like Lucy. A complete opposite. But she was also crazy.
Logan had a thing for crazy.
He was about to sneak up behind her, just like the other day, when she spoke up.
"Are you going to stand there creepily all day or are you actually going to come in?"
He chuckled; "I will come in, I just didn't want to bother you."
"Mhm." She replied knowingly; "Right."
"Where's Wayne?"
Snapping her laptop shut, she turned to him; "He gathered his belongings and left about an hour ago."
"What?" Logan knew he was leaving, but he didn't think he was leaving so soon; "How did he leave?!"
"He rode a bike." She replied sarcastically; "He just strutted out of the apartment and that was it. All I know is that he's heading for Australia."
"Australia?" Logan repeated; "How do you know he's going there?"
"His plane ticket was on the table when I brought him breakfast earlier today, duh."
"What the hell?!" He snapped suddenly; "Were you spying on him?!" Camille jumped up from the couch, looking at the ground in a mix of guilt and apologies. Logan smirked; "Good girl, now why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Camille picked the couch cushion and Logan had a repeat of what happened earlier today.
When she finally stopped smacking her boss, he sighed heavily, rubbing the back of his head.
"I thought he already told you." She asked; "Was a good friend of yours?"
"We were five, Camille." Logan told her as he sat on the couch beside her. He pointed to the guest room, where Wayne had spent the night; "There used to be a poker table in the guest room. We'd gather pretty much every night."
About Six Years Ago; March 2006.
"Do you have any threes?" Steve said as he lit up his cigarette.
"We're not playing go fish, dumbass?" Logan raised his eyebrow; "We're playing estimation."
"Really?" Steve asked; "Nobody told me."
"We did, you weren't listening." James interjected as he turned to him, raising one eyebrow. "Plus, we always play estimation when Kendall's late. Then we play poker. We never played go fish, ever."
"Really?"
"Really." They both confirmed simultaneously.
Steve turned to Wayne and repeated; "Really?"
Wayne nodded and turned to James and Logan; "Who dealt this hand, guys?"
"JD."
"Well, I won't play it." Wayne said, throwing his cards in the middle.
Logan discarded his own cards face down and picked Wayne's. He counted them and turned to Wayne; "Hmm, those are twelve cards, where's the last one?"
Wayne frowned; "They teach you to count in pre-school, Loges."
"Stop cheating." Logan glared; "And hand over the fucking card!"
"Calm down, guys." Steve intervened; "Let's just count the aces. I have the ace of spade."
Logan sighed; "I have the heart and the diamond."
"And I got nothing." James replied and turned back to Wayne; "Clubs, Wayne. Hand it over."
Wayne ran a hand through his hair and reached inside his shirt sleeve, pulling out the ace of clubs and threw it on the table as he complained; "But I always lose!"
"Don't we all?" Steve laughed; "Logan always has the best score of the night anyway and whips all of our asses combined."
"It's not my fault you're all either drunk off your asses or have brains in the size of a cricket." Logan defended; "At least I don't cheat."
"And karma!" Steve explained; "You do bad thing through the day then you come back here for Logan to kick your ass over and over!"
"Oh, please don't speak of bad things today!" Kendall shouted as he walked in. Nobody had heard him come in; he had a key to the apartment, just like all of them at that point, and they were talking too loudly to notice him. He handed Logan the pack of beer he brought and sat down; "A girl works in my dad's company, her name is Rebecca. My dad sort of caught her in her office with the security guy and he got pissed and wanted to fire her and I tried to talk to him because she's fucking hot. He fired her and got upset at me; what the hell did I do?"
"Because he knows she won't slip through those dirty fingers of yours." Steve told him and patted his back.
"Me?!" Kendall exclaimed as he turned to the others for support.
"Hey now;" Logan smiled pointed at Steve; "Kendall is nice and polite." He chuckled; "Kinda, anyway."
"Tell him, Logan!" Kendall cheered and opened his beer; "He's bad talking my reputation!"
"We, Mr. Reputation." Wayne sipped his own beer; "Did you get her number?"
"What number, Wayne? Are you crazy?" He smirked; "I gave her the address; she's bringing a couple of her friends."
"YES!" Steve and Wayne chorused and high fived.
"Woah no!" Logan screamed; "Not going to happen!"
"Oh, come on, Loges!" Wayne said; "Please?"
"Even if I said yes, where the hell are you going to do it?"
"Well," Steve looked between all of them; "Maybe you could lend us your room for the night?"
"What?! No! No way!"
"Bravo, Logan!" James finally rejoined the conversation; "That's my good boy!"
"We'll let you in first, Logan." Kendall bargained.
Surprisingly enough, Logan seemed to think about it. Until James smacked him and he stuttered out another 'No'.
Present Time.
Both Logan and Camille turned their heads to the door when they heard the knock. Camille instantly smirked as they both stood up, Camille walking to the door and Logan to his own bedroom to discard his jacket.
"Probably Rebecca is here to continue where she left off." She teased.
Logan sighed; "And now I regret telling you. And nothing happened anyway! James and I stood our ground then Kendall had to cancel."
"I'll try to believe that." Camille said as she opened the door, it was the blonde from two days ago; Kendall. "Oh, hi."
"Is Logan home?"
"Yeah, come in." She ushered him inside just as Logan left his room.
"Hey, Loges." Kendall greeted as he hugged the shorter brunette briefly; "Why are you not picking up your phone?"
"Forgot it on silent." Logan replied then chuckled; "We were just talking about you; I was telling Camille about the girl that used to work for your father, you gave my address to."
Kendall looked clueless for a second until he remembered; "Oh, Rebecca! The one my father caught with the..." He trailed off and blushed, looking to Camille and back to Logan; "Why would you tell? I feel debunked...and kind of scandalized..."
"He was just taking a trip down the memory lane." Camille joked and left the men together as she walked to Logan's office, closing the door behind her to give them some privacy.
"C'mon." Kendall said; "Jo's in the car, we're going to hang out in the cafe. Steph will join us later."
"But I just came back, I didn't eat an-"
"Let's go." Kendall said firmly and tugged Logan towards the door.
"Can I at least grab my jacket?"
"No."
The lawyer barely had time to shout that he'll be back later before Kendall shoved him out.
Dak sighed tiredly as he opened the door to his house. He shut the door behind him and walked towards the living room
And stopped in his tracks.
He didn't expect to have a guest tonight.
He knew the man sitting on his couch, though. He'd seen him in a lot of James's pictures and on his camera. He just knew it was William 'Wayne' Dooley; the same guy the cops are after.
Dak walked towards him and extended his hand as Jeff introduced him.
"This is Wayne, your brother's partner and one of his best friends."
Dak nodded silently and sat on the third arm chair, on the other side of his mother; "You're the wanted guy?"
Wayne nodded and sat down; "Yes, Dak, I'm the one they're looking for." He sighed; "I want you to listen to me carefully, buddy; your brother was my business partner in the camp and I want to pay back his share, I don't want to leave you hanging. I didn't bring all the money, unfortunately, as I'm in a lot of financial problems myself and the DEA closed the camp up. That's all I could get."
"We won't take the money." Brooke said.
"Why?"
"We won't until we know what happened." Brooke told him, tears gathering in her eyes and almost spilling out; she was still emotionally unstable and Wayne couldn't blame her.
"Mr. Dooley," Jeffery started; "Why are you here?"
"I'm here to bring you James's money. I can't leave while being in debt to you; especially knowing about your own financial problems."
"I'll call the cops." Dak said as he reached for the landline.
"Don't." Jeff ordered, looking at his son sternly. Dak reluctantly put it back.
"And why shouldn't he?" Brooke asked and she crossed her arms. "They should arrest him!"
"You evidently got it all wrong." Wayne tried to explain; "I never even thought about causing any harm to James before and I know nothing about the cocaine, I know nothing about the cops who were tracking him. But I know that James has nothing to do with any cocaine."
"Then who does?" Brooke asked.
"I don't know." He replied; "I swear to you I don't. And if I did I would have reported them immediately."
"Then why are you running away?" Dak asked.
Wayne shook his head; "I'm only running so I won't end up how James did."
"I saw your pictures with James before." Dak said; "And I know my brother well enough to be sure that he'd never be smiling with anyone unless he was a very good friend of his, someone he truly loved and cared for." He shook his head; "He probably was wrong in your case. If he knew you'd kill him; he would have."
Wayne nodded, trying to overlook Dak's pure disgust at him; "Say all you want to say, I don't blame you, but time will prove to you that I'm not the bad guy. Maybe you don't know me as well as you know Kendall, Logan and Steve, and maybe this is the last time we will ever meet; but I know you really well. And I heard about you almost every night." He smiled tired; "I know of the beautiful girl you've been dating since high school. Jennifer, right?" He turned to Jeff when he noticed Dak's depressed gaze moving to the ground; "Sir, I need you to believe me. This is not drug money, I swear it. It was James's and it's yours now."
"Don't even start!" Jeff exclaimed; "Do you think I don't know who owns the land? Please just take your money and go." He sighed; "You need it more than we do under the current circumstances."
"Jeff? Who owned the land?" Brooke asked; "What are you keeping from me? What happened to my son? What do you know about those people?" Her voice suddenly went louder as she looked at Wayne; "Listen, son. You should understand that I'm a mother, a mother who lost her son! And to top it off, I don't get what's going on, I don't get what happened to him! Do you understand what it feels like to not understand anything?!" She got relatively calmer as she looked at him desperately; "You have to tell us what happened. If you believe that my son was innocent then you should speak out and tell the whole world about it. Can you do that? Can you prove it?!"
"Calm down, Brooke. Please." Jeffery soothed as he pulled his wife in his embrace; "Please leave, son. And take the money, if you may."
"O-okay." Wayne wiped the single tear that was slowly making its way down his face and picked the bag. He stood up and walked to the door alone. Casting a last look at the miserable family, he finally left their house; his decision already made.
The lights in King's Motors were turned off as all the employers were leaving. Stephanie stood by the giant glass door, locking her business when there was a loud screech right behind her, resulting from a car hitting the brakes roughly. She turned around just in time to see an angry looking DEA agent slam the door to his car.
"Where the fuck is William, Stephanie?!"
"I already told you I don't know." Stephanie replied.
"Beau, the camp manager, already told me he was staying with some of his friends."
"Well, I'm not one of his friends."
Carlos reached for his pocket, handing Stephanie a couple of pictures he found on James's and Lucy's laptops. "That's not what the pictures say."
Stephanie glanced at the pictures; they were of the group hanging together as a whole. She looked up to the short latino; "Have you ever been a part of a group and there was this one person you couldn't stand, but you had to deal with him anyway for the sake of the group?"
"But you forgot to mention that Lucy introduced you to James and Steve, who later introduced you to William."
"You only asked about James and Steve." She defended; "And I believe Logan was the one to bring Wayne to their group in college."
"Don't you get it?!" Carlos exclaimed, making a few people turn their heads in their direction; "William and James got into a fight on the night of the accident! And the reason for the fight was Lucy! He is the key to this case, so where the hell is he?!"
"Carlos, I don't know where he is." She told him, refusing to meet his eye.
Carlos was about to lash out verbally when his phone ringing cut him off. He reached for the phone, anger evident in his movement and answered it; "Talk to me, Jett."
"What?! Really?!"
"Okay, I'll be on my way."
He disconnected the call and turned to Stephanie; "I told you, if you be clear and honest with me, you won't see me a lot. But now you have to anyway because you're lying to me!" He smirked; "William turned himself in."
Carlos took off towards his car, leaving a bewildered Stephanie staring into space.
"I'm just not convinced by whatever crap Wayne had said." Kendall said and took a bite off his donut.
They were in the local cafe they've been hanging out at for years. After Logan whined for half an hour about Kendall dragging him out of his apartment, without him eating; Kendall got them some donuts. Jo was in the bathroom and they were waiting on Stephanie.
Logan shrugged; "There's no time for that now, he's already gone."
"Logan!" Stephanie said as she rushed towards them, clearly out of breath.
"Something's wrong, Steph?"
"Wayne." She said; "He turned himself in!"
Kendall looked down while Logan ran a hand through his hair then down and over his face. Jo chose this moment to return to the table, she looked between them and raised her eyebrows.
"Okay, what the hell did I miss?"
Logan sprang out of his seat, collecting his wallet and cell phone and pocketing them both; "I need to go."
"Let me come with you."
"No, Steph." He replied; "There's no use. I'll try to keep you all posted; I'll call right after."
Watching Logan's retreating back, Jo asked; "Seriously, what did I miss?"
"Wayne turned himself in."
Carlos was over the phone as he made his way to his office through the maze of hallways.
"I'm sorry, mama, I won't be able to pick Javi tonight."
"I'll come by and get him tomorrow."
"I'm really sorry, I have to go."
He hung up the phone as he neared his office. He spotted Jett waiting for him by the door.
"Where is he?"
"He's in your office." Jett supplied; "I got him from the police station to here right away."
Carlos nodded frantically and was about to enter his office when Logan appeared before him.
"Mr. Garcia." Logan greeted formally.
"Logan." Carlos nodded; "Can I help you?"
"I'm here for Wayne." Logan said; "I won't interfere with your investigation, if anything; I'll help. But I need to be there for him, he's like a brother."
"Fine, come on." Carlos pushed the door open and ushered Logan inside. "Finally we meet, William."
"Just Wayne."
Carlos didn't miss the approving look Logan shot Wayne, or the small smile he got in return.
"So." Carlos started; "Where do we start?"
"Whatever you please, sir."
Carlos nodded; "How did you and James meet?"
"We were five." Wayne started; "At first, Logan and I were roommates in college, we were both studying law."
"Wayne was your average college man whore." Logan supplied; "I could swear he slept with pretty much every girl on campus. One day, one of the guys on the football team found out Wayne tapped his girl. He freaked out and gathered the rest of the football team and came pounding on our door..."
About Eight Years Ago; January 2004.
"Logan? Who's there?"
Logan blinked as he looked through the peephole; "James, the entire football team is at my door. I have no idea why, but they're carrying baseball bats." He spoke through the phone.
Another series of pounds shook his door and a rough voice rang out; "Wayne! Get your ass out here!"
"Who is Wayne?"
"My roommate." Logan said as he backed away from the door; "He's in the shower."
"Oh."
Logan walked to the balcony, still holding the phone to his ear; "Where are you, again?"
"Parking lot, waiting for a certain future lawyer to get his ass down here so we could go meet up with Steve and Kendall. I borrowed Kendall's car."
"Aha." Logan looked down. His room was on the second floor, the jump wasn't exactly that bad if he did it right. "I'll be there in a few. Alive, hopefully."
Wayne chose this moment to get out of the bathroom, fully dressed with damp hair. "What the hell is that noise?"
"Football team is breaking down our door."
"Oh, crap!" Wayne reached for his wallet and cell phone, pocketing them. "I slept with the captain's girlfriend, bitch must've told him."
"That's a lovely roommate you have here, Loges."
"Oh, shut it, James." Logan turned back to the balcony and addressed Wayne; "Think we can make the jump?"
"Yeah, I think so."
Logan hung up with James, promising to be there in a minute. Him and Wayne were about to jump when the door broke down under the angry pounding of the football team.
They both jumped over the railing immediately, landing on the green grass under their balcony. Logan guided Wayne towards the parking lot, both of them hearing the football team as they, too, jumped from their dorm room and continued the chase.
They both jumped into Kendall's car, screaming a few 'go's at the tall brunette behind the wheel. They managed to escape campus lightly with a shattered windshield.
Needless to say, Logan and Wayne moved out of the dorms after that.
Hope you all like where this is going so far. Review and let me know what you think.
Ciao!
-J