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Lauren waited as Erin paid the bill at the small cafe, wringing her hands around each other at the thought of facing Hank at home. She knew he was angry, but was he the kind to harbor anger so intensely that when it finally explodes it's a flurry of emotions or did he simply let it go as the day passed on? Hopefully the latter, Lauren thought desperately hoping it was, and by the time they got to the Voight household she felt faint. She inhaled sharply and thanked Erin for the day out.

"You alright?" Erin asked kindly. "You look like you're about to croak."

Lauren shook her head lightly. "No, I'm fine- just a little nervous."

"Listen, I know Voight better than I know myself. He's a master of forgiveness, and especially since you didn't do anything wrong."

She nodded and smiled, "Thank you. See ya tomorrow?"

"Yeah." She shut the car door, and just like that Erin drove away. Lauren watched as the taillights glow brightly in the distance, and forced herself to walk to the door.

She placed her hand on the cold metal doorknob, and with a deep breath in, entered. Her eyes searched the perimeter quickly, silently wishing both men were already in bed, and stepped into the house. Every light was turned off save for the one on the end table nearest to her. She slipped out of her shoes, placing them on the old shoe rack that sat in the room.

Her footfalls were soft as she tiptoed down the hall and into the bedroom she'd been assigned. Justin's door was slightly open and she could hear his even breathing, signaling that he was asleep. A small smile graced her lips as she pushed his door open just a tad, peeking through to see him.

His arm covered the top part of his face, and from her place outside the door, she could see coarse body hair hiding behind the blanket he was covered in. His mouth hung open slightly, allowing the deep breaths he took to come and go with ease. She shook her head and began to move when a rough hand gripped her upper arm.

She bit back a scream when she looked up into Hank's emotionless eyes. "Let's take a walk."

He drove for miles, his grip on the wheel was never anything less than a clench, his bottom lip remained in his mouth throughout their journey.

Lauren cleared her throat and began to speak, "W-where are we going?"

"Just driving," he replied gruffly.

"Oh." She looked to her hands that were folded nicely in her lap. "Did I do something wrong?"

He said nothing, only kept his eyes on the road.

"Voight, listen- I didn't break your rule- we just talked." Her voice surprised her as much as it did him, it was the most sternly she'd ever spoke to anyone.

"It doesn't matter," he said back to her, "it can't happen. We gotta find you another place to go."

She shook her head in despair and choked back a sob. "So I'm leaving again?"

"Not the city, just the house," he assured her.

She sat quietly the rest of the drive, watching as his temper washed away. Her heart felt heavy as she reentered the Voight home, and packed her things. Hank told her they'd leave in the morning, but she didn't feel the need to wait, she'd make her own exit- save him the trouble.

Tears began to fall as she thought about the last couple of days she'd spent with the two. They were nice, too nice for their own good, probably. She could understand why he didn't was Justin to be with her, she was a hunted woman after all. She threw her bags onto her arms and walked to the door.

"Thank you," she whispered and shut the door behind her as quietly as possible.


The walk back to her apartment didn't take as long as she'd originally thought, her constant sobbing, however,did slow her walking down a bit. Her face and hands were chilled by the November wind and left her feeling numb, it was a welcomed change to the sadness that swam in the pit of her stomach from departing.

As she neared her apartment door she stretched her arm out to caress the letters that hang on the door.

34B.

She opened the door and stepped in, turning to close it behind her. Multiple footsteps behind her forced her eyes to widen and her body acted on it's own accord. She turned quickly around, her hand gripping at her chest and that's when she saw him.

"William?"

He bobbled out of the shadows, an angry smile on his face. "We've been waiting for you."


A/N: I know it's a short chapter, but oh the drama! Voight finally got fed up with the feelings surging around his house and kicked her! What a jerk. How will the boys help Lauren? How long had Will been in town? Who else was in the apartment with him? Tune in to find out.
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