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AthenaX

The next morning, Lucy woke to see Alfendi lying right beside her, his arm draped over her waist. She gazed at him, his purple hair resting over his shut eyelids as he breathed in softly through his nose. She grinned. It was hard to stay mad at him.

"Morning, Prof." said Lucy, rolling over to face him properly.

"Mm?" mumbled Alfendi, opening one eye slowly, "Morning Lucy."

He shifted closer to her and wrapped his arms around her. She rested her head against his chest.

"I'm so sorry about last night." whispered Alfendi, kissing the top of her head, "I didn't mean to make you upset. And you did the right thing, I would have gone after him."

"Prof." she said, looking up at him, "I promise I'm always going to tell you everything from now on."

"Well unless it's going to make me kill someone," said Alfendi with a slight crazed look in his eyes, "Don't tell me."

They both chuckled. Lucy leaned over and kissed her boyfriend directly on the lips. He smiled against her, the warmth of their bodies intermingling together underneath the bedsheets. Her arms found their way to his hair and twisted it gently around her fingers. Alfendi let out a slight groan, making her insides tingle with pleasure as his hands pulled her closer to him.

"Prof…." she whispered, her lips still against his, "I love you."

"I love you more, Lucy." he murmured, pressing his lips urgently against hers. She smiled against him as he trailed kisses from her cheek to her neck, butterflies erupting in her stomach. She had never felt happier or more alive with anyone else on Earth than she did with Alfendi.

"Well, Baker?" said Alfendi, a cheeky grin on his face, "Are we just going to sit here making out or are we going to go the full distance?"

"You make a good point, Layton." said Lucy, grinning, "But I'm all yours."

Alfendi grinned and smashed his lips against hers. Her hands locked around his neck and pulled him against her, the passion filled moment igniting between them. His hands trailed up her slender frame to her cheeks as he kissed her and her hands started to unbutton his white shirt, which he had not removed since yesterday. Their bodies intertwined with each other in a moment of complete perfection, neither of them breaking the kiss.

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me." mumbled Alfendi, pulling away from Lucy reluctantly.

Lucy giggled and slumped back in her pillow. Alfendi grinned and got up, reaching out a hand to her. She took it and got up out of bed, pulling on a robe around her tank top and sweatpants. They both walked down the stairs to the door and Lucy unlocked it to see Hilda standing there, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Did I…. interrupt something?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips.

Lucy flushed beetroot red and tried to slip away but Alfendi took her hand and smiled delicately at her. Hilda grinned.

"Oh come on now." she mused, her eyes lighting up, "You know I was only kidding. But your embarrassment made it all the more true, Lucy."

"Hilda, you really do have perfect timing." said Alfendi, placing an arm around Lucy, still slightly miffed.

"I'm known for my maddening punctuality." she said, with a wry smile.

"Well you are maddening, that's for sure." said Alfendi, rubbing his face with his hand.

"Oh well thank you." snapped Hilda, placing her arms on her hips, "You're almost just as maddening yourself."

"By 'eck." mumbled Lucy, "Justin were right. You two never stop arguing."

Hilda looked at Lucy.

"When exactly did he say that?" she asked, her eyes firing up.

"During another one of your arguments." replied Lucy, biting her lip in a vain attempt to hide her laughter.

"Well he's gone now, isn't he?" muttered Alfendi.

"What did you say, Al?' asked Hilda, placing her hand underneath her chin.

"Justin shot himself dead last night." said Lucy, quietly, looking down at the floor.

"Wha-?" stammered Hilda, "Don't be absurd, Lucy!"

"Lucy is quite right, Hilda." said Alfendi, rubbing his neck with a pained expression on his face, "He did kill himself last night."

"What are you both on about?" asked Hilda, looking completely baffled, "Justin's not dead."

"Well he's escaped from jail and there's no sign of him." said Lucy, twisting her hands together, "What other explanation may there be?"

"He's alive." said Hilda, firmly.

"Why are you so adamant to let go of the past?" muttered Alfendi.

"Because I saw Justin at the office today." said Hilda, crossing her arms over her chest, her eyebrows furrowing, "So if this is some kind of practical joke that you two are pulling, I don't think that it's very funny."

"You think we'd lie about this?" said Lucy, incredulously, "The Prof said that Ju-"

She stopped mid-sentence as Alfendi gently nudged her in the ribs, giving her a small look. It was a look that she knew all too well since the beginning of her days working with the Prof in the Mystery Room. It meant that they would come back to it later.

"Why exactly are you here, Hilda?" asked Alfendi, leaning against the doorframe, crossing one leg in front of the other, "Surely you had better reasons to come round to Lucy's house on a Saturday morning."

"It's a bit….unexpected." murmured Lucy, "Normally you do call about stuff like this before you come over."

"Well this was urgent." said Hilda, looking carefully at Lucy, "And more important than your makeout session, no less."

"Well you know what they say." said Alfendi, with a cheeky grin on his face, "Placid on the streets and Potty in the sheets."

"Prof!" said Lucy in a hushed whisper, her face flaring up with embarrassment, "You can't say that!"

"Well, it's true isn't it?" said Alfendi, a smirk playing across his lips as he winked deviously at Lucy. She blushed under his penetrating gaze and her eyes averted back to Hilda's amused expression.

"Actually…" said Hilda, "I was hoping to speak to Lucy alone."

She stressed the 'alone', looking at Alfendi in the process. He raised both his hands in a surrender motion.

"Alright, fine." he said, "But don't take too long."

He walked off back into the house, leaving the two women alone outside in the calm breeze.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Hilda?" asked Lucy, pulling her dressing gown over her shoulders.

"It's about Justin." said Hilda, "I'm assuming by now that you've told Al about Justin's escape from prison?"

"You know I can't keep stuff like this from t' Prof." said Lucy, a worried look in her eyes, "We had a massive fallout yesterday."

"Hmm." said Hilda, "Well you might have to keep this one in your thoughts for a few days."

"Why, what is it?" she asked, nervously.

"I saw Justin, as I mentioned." said Hilda, looking around to make sure that no one was listening, "But he mentioned being threatened by Al at gunpoint."

"Wh-?" stammered Lucy, her mouth falling open in shock, "But that's-"

"I know it's probably not what Al told you, Lucy." said Hilda, sadly, "But Justin…"

"Justin lied once Hilda!" said Lucy, her fists balling up and her voice raising, "Does this seriously mean you're going to take his side yet again?"

"Lucy…" began Hilda, impatiently.

"Seriously?!" growled Lucy, "The man tried to frame the Prof, for crying out loud! You're seriously going to believe that son of a-"

"Lucy…" muttered Hilda, "He showed me video evidence of Al threatening him."

"That's…" breathed Lucy, "That's ridiculous."