The next night I'd decided not to say anything to Bonnie. I didn't want her to get upset with Asher, because it was both of our faults, but Bonnie wouldn't see it that way. She was too protective of me.

We were all back at Annalise's house, continuing our work. Bonnie was speaking, "The fastest way to uncover someones secrets - get their assistant to talk. The county employee directory lists Wendy Parks' assistant as Ally Burnham." Bonnie turned the computer around.

"Ooo. Bo-o-o-oing." Said Asher.

I looked up at him with raised eyebrows and he shut up.

"Ally and the rest of the girls who work at the D.A.'s office hang out at the thirsty whale. Go down there, flirt, find out why she changed her mind on the motion."

"Mmm, Thirsty Whale. That's right up Connor's alley." I winked at him and he rolled his eyes, shoving me with his foot.

"Alright, so we find Ally, and we pump her up so to speak. On it." Asher began to get his coat.

"Connor and Wes, you go too." Bonnie said.

"What do i need them for?" Asher asked.

"This," Connor motioned toward his face, "works on women as well."

"Can I go too?" Rebecca stood up. "I'm really good at flirting with girls."

"I'm sure." Bonnie muttered. "You can stay here with us."

"Girls night. Woo-hoo." Rebecca said lamely.

I snorted. "Full of files of crazed murderers. Real fun."

"Leo, do you mind getting me a glass of water?" Bonnie asked.

I sighed. "Sure."

I began to sit up, but groaned in pain. I was sore, and it was murderous to sit up and down, and I was unsure as to why I cotinued to d it.

"Shit." I muttered under my breath as I waddled toward the kitchen.

I poured a glass of water and grabbed for a can of coke for myself. I walked back to Bonnie uncomfortably, and groaned when I sat back down.

She stared at me. "Did something happen to you last night? Did Paton come around? Leorah, you can tell me."

"No, no." I shook my head, sticking a hand between my thighs to keep them from rubbing against each other. "Nothing like that."

"Why the fuck are you walking around like a penguin, then? Generally that only happens when you have pretty rough sex." She said quietly.

"Ah, ah, Asher." I groaned from pain as I pushed on his chest.

He was clearly out of breath. "What? What's wrong?"

"It hurts." I mumbled. "I'm sore."

He rolled off of me, sitting on his knees. "Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

"No, no." I shook my head, rubbing my thighs. "Shit."

"Maybe if you take a bath it'll help." He caressed my hair.

I nodded. "Later tonight, when I go home. Do you wanna...cuddle?"

He smiled. "I'd love to."

I blinked back to reality.

"Ew. Okay. I know. I've had my fair share of it, okay," I rolled my eyes.

"So?" She raised her eyebrows.

"If I tell you you can't go all mama bear crazy on me." I said firmly.

She motioned for me to continue.

"Me and Asher had sex last night." I said quietly. "Before I came back home."

Her eyes bulged. "You and Asher? I guess that shouldn't surprise me considering he keeps staring at your ass, but for some reason I'm shocked you did that with him."

"You're not gonna freak out?" I asked.

"No. You're eighteen, you can do as you please." She lowered her voice even more. "Was it good?"

I blushed. "That's so gross."

"This is what women talk about after one of them confesses to having rough sex, so?" She laughed.

"Fine. Yes." I continued to deepen in color. "It was good."

She chuckled, nudging me with her foot. "I'm glad that...that...hasn't stopped you from being able to, y'know."

I nodded. "I realize that what happened to me wasn't sex. It was...assault. It was separate, something else. Sex is...from love, and passion. Rape is from control, rage. They're different."

She smiled. "I wish I could have learned that earlier in life."

I smiled back, and we continued working together.

The boys came home, Connor and Asher clearly drunk.

"Her name was Natasha," Asher was explaining. "Maybe...it's Brenda. Why am I thinking Jamie?"

"Are you drunk?" Bonnie asked.

He scoffed. "No...wait did you say drunk? Oh yeah, I'm hammered."

Bonnie looked at me, as if to say, 'This guy? Really?'

I rolled my eyes at her as Wesley started talking. "Anyway. She temps at the D.A.'s office and said Wendy Parks and Keegans worked out a plea deal, but only if Parks supported the exhumation."

"So, Griffin gets off if he testifies against Rebecca, and the D.A. get's a conviction." Annalise sighed. "You two can go."

Asher turned around on his spinny chair. "We don't get a prize?"

"She said leave." Bonnie stated.

I leaned against the door, I was staying, considering Bonnie was my ride home.

Asher walked over to me before he left the office. "You don't want to be my prize?" He whispered.

"Asher. Not here." I whispered quietly. "Go."

"I'll text cha later." He winked before striding out with an egotistical swagger.

I groaned.

Why him? Really. Of all people. Why did I like him?

Annalise stared at me strangely and I shrugged. "He's drunk, what do you want from me?"

She sighed, rubbing her face.

I pursed my lips as I took a seat next to Bonnie. "You could go to the judge, tell her there's been collusion between Parks and Keegan, they're suborning perjury, something."

"No." Annalise denied me. "Maybe there's another way."

I furrowed my eyebrows and me and Bonnie made eye contact before looking at what Annalise was looking at. Rebecca.

I groaned.

Wesley and her were called in, and they were explained what was happening.

"So she can let him walk free? Just like that? How is that even legal?" Rebecca exclaimed.

"The D.A. is allowed to offer any plea deal she wants to you or Griffin. The only way to stop that deal is to get her to rescind it," Bonnie stated.

"Why would she do that?" Wesley asked.

"She wouldn't. Unless we leak to the press something so deplorable about Griffin that it would make it politically impossible for her to move forward with the deal." Was Annalise's response.

"We can't leak anything to the press. There's a gag order." Wesley said pointedly.

"Yes." Annalise nodded.

"What if I leak it?" Rebecca offered.

"The judge will hold you in contempt." Wesley scoffed.

"I can just say I don't know what a gag order is."

"But you do." He said.

"Let my client speak for herself, Mr. Gibbins." Annalise stated, walking around her desk. "So, tell me again about that night that you and Mr. O'Reily slept together." She smirked.

Oh shit.

There was a plan in place to say Griffin raped Rebecca. Me and Bonnie left that house, Bonnie her normal else, but I? I enraged.

I was exhaling sharply when Bonnie asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's not right." I said. "I know that we have to do it, but it isn't right. Rape isn't sex, and sex isn't rape, and he didn't rape her."

"I know." Bonnie said quietly. "I know it sucks. I know that you're pissed right now. But t has to be done. It's how we'll win this."

My chin began to quivier. "He didn't rape her. It's things like this that make victims less likely to be believed. Bullshit like this." I kicked the front of the car and sighed. "Sorry."

"It's okay." She said softly, rubbing her hand on my back. "I'm sorry, Leo. I know it hurts."

"He didn't kill that girl. Neither did Rebecca, but he didn't kill her, and saying that he raped Rebecca just...fuck. The justice system is so twisted. This isn't okay."

"It's not. But we can't think about that. If we think about what's truly just, we will never get ourselves out of bed in the morning. So we have to think about what's best for our client. Rebecca is our client, Leo." She said.

I nodded. "I know."

She sighed, putting her hand back on the wheel. "Are you going to be okay tonight?"

I knew what she meant. I was so upset. All I would think of tonight was Paton, and my dad...being raped...I was already thinking about it...I shook my head. "No."

"You can sleep with me." She said. "Don't worry about it."