Scare
"She was asking me about Thomas." Eve shook her head, standing over by the copier with Punk as he looked at her.
"And?" Punk shook his head.
"It's just weird seeing her act so normal." Eve said, turning over to AJ who was spinning around on her chair, "Well, a little normal." Eve nodded.
"Well she's trying. I wish you'd all give her a damn break." Punk shook his head.
"Hey, I am. And I'm the one who she attacked." Eve reminded him, "I'm giving her the same respect I would anyone else. But I also know why Seth and Dean feel the way they do. She's not an angel." She said.
"Trust me, I know she isn't." Punk said, "But she's never had this chance. She's never had friends. She doesn't know how to act around these sort of situations. I'm trying to help her with that." Punk nodded, "How'd she know about Thomas?"
"She saw his picture on my desk." Eve shrugged.
"Are you still gonna push for custody?" Punk asked her, "I think with your job status and you know… all the records that prove you're a good mom-"
"I'm never there." Eve said, "Jeff had every right to… to take him from me-"
"No he didn't." Punk shook his head, "No he didn't." He said angrily, "He can't just take your kid because you still love your career. What was he expecting you to do? Stay at home and be a mom for the rest of your life?"
"Probably." Eve nodded.
"Idiot." Punk said, "I say you go for full custody, and we'll all back you. We'll testify, we'll do whatever it takes to get him back." He said as Eve smiled softly.
"I would have to... lighten my schedule here." Eve nodded, "And of course I would do anything to be there for my son but I don't know… maybe this is better. Maybe everyone is better off. Jeff is horrible to me but he's great with Thomas. I know that." She said.
"I don't give a fuck, Eve. He's not just took Thomas away from you, he's taken him away from your family, your mom, all of us… that's my godson." He shook his head, "I haven't seen him in a year-"
"How do you think I feel?" Eve questioned, "I'm his mom."
"Exactly." Punk nodded, "You gotta fight this." He said as Eve sighed.
"Sorry to interrupt." AJ nodded to them as she walked over, "I've finished everything you asked me to do." She said.
"Everything?" Punk shook his head. He'd given her work that normally would take him a long, long time. He wasn't trying to keep her quiet and busy in a corner, he was just giving her a taste of the different things they had to do here.
"Yeah." AJ shrugged as Punk followed her over to her desk, "So all of these reports are here." She showed him, "I also had time to file away these cases. Eve helped me out with a few numbers since I wasn't sure." AJ showed him as he nodded.
"This is great." Punk nodded, "The reports are… really well detailed." He scrolled through, "How'd you learn how to do this stuff?" He wondered.
"I had similar software on my laptop. Doing a job I would have to dig into things. I know my way around the system. And I was always good at writing in the orphanage." AJ shrugged as Punk nodded.
"You're speedy with it. This would have taken me days probably." He laughed.
"Because you've gone for 5 coffee breaks." AJ looked up at him as he just shrugged.
"I need my coffee." Punk said, "Uh… ok." Punk thought to himself, "Ok, come over here and take a look at this then." He nodded.
He was glad to see her really trying. He knew this was different for her, of course it was, and he respected that she wasn't exactly a fan of working with people, but she was really trying her best. He believed his words last night, telling her he loved her, really struck her, because he felt like she really was trusting him a little more each day.
"What's this?" AJ asked, walking over to the desk where Seth and Dean were at.
"This is a new case we're working on." Punk told her, "This terrorist group here, working in the middle east." He said, pulling out a chair for her respectfully as she deliberately sat down on the one next to it.
"They've targeted touristic areas, the last attack was on a beach in Turkey. Lots of people from different countries were killed." Dean explained, "And we know that was deliberate, to make it a… national thing I guess." He shrugged.
"So we find them?" AJ shrugged, looking at the paper work as Punk looked down at her.
"I wish it was as easy as that." Punk nodded, "There's a lot of them. And there's a lot of online activity with it. People are getting their heads… cut off and it's getting put on the internet." He said as AJ watched him open up the laptop.
"Don't show me it." AJ shook her head as Dean looked across at her.
"You can kill people but you can't watch someone get their head cut off?" Dean looked across the table at her.
"No, it would appear that way, wouldn't it?" AJ nodded.
"I'm not showing you it." Punk shook his head, sitting down next to her, "This is who we suspect is the leader. Or one of." He said, "Jamal… I can't pronounce his second name." He said, "This group right here is focused on making money and recruiting. The more recruitments they have, the more money they have… the more powerful they are."
"I know how terrorists work." AJ shook her head, "So what do we do?" She asked him, "Because I… I would just go out and try and find this guy. Blow his head off. Then the rest will scatter like roaches."
"No, they'll just find you and torture you. Cut your head off and post it for the world to see." Dean answered, "You don't just go walking into something like this." He shook his head.
"Well what use is it when you're sitting in an office all day?" AJ questioned.
"More useful than you think." Punk nodded, "You know… Arabic right?" Punk asked her as she nodded, "I need you to translate me some things." He said, "Our key right now is to track these people. Find out their next move. If we know that we can get a team out on them. The four of us can't stop a terrorist attack. Don't be naïve." He said.
"Well we can help." AJ shrugged.
"It's too early just now." Punk said, "Here, these are some letters that the US embassy found in Iran. It's letters from Jamal to some of the members of the group. They were found after a shoot out on a village. Probably the only village left untouched." He said, "You think you can translate?" He asked her as she looked at the picture of the letters.
"Yeah." A nodded.
"Ok, great." Punk said, "I have to go talk to Sal about some things."
"Yeah, me too." Seth nodded, getting up from the table and leaving their room with Punk whilst AJ sat translating the letters.
"How'd you know so many languages?" Dean looked across at her.
"I just do." AJ shrugged.
"Do you guys want any food? I'm hungry." Eve said, grabbing her purse and putting her coat on.
"You guys eat a lot." AJ admitted.
"I'll take that as a no then." Eve smiled to her, "Dean?"
"No, I'm good." Dean nodded as Eve left the room, leaving just him and AJ at the table.
"What are you doing?" AJ asked him.
"None of your business." Dean said as AJ looked up.
"Hey, I don't need to be nice to you right now. I'm trying here." AJ shook her head.
"Actually I think you do need to be nice to us right now since we're helping you-"
"Phil is helping me. You don't care if I got killed in Russia." AJ said as Dean looked across at her.
"Look…" He sat his work down, "I know what you've been through is horrible and I… I can't imagine it." He said as AJ tilted her head a little, "As a kid it… it must have fucked with you and I'm sorry you had to deal with that-"
"W-What?" AJ shook her head.
"I know you were sold by your parents." Dean said as AJ looked across at him.
"H-How… how do you know that?" AJ questioned.
"Phil told us." Dean shrugged as AJ looked across at him. She folded down the laptop as he watched her, suddenly jumping as she threw the laptop at him, hitting him on the head, "What the fuck!" Dean yelled whilst AJ walked over to the desk she had been at, grabbing her jacket just as Punk and Seth came back into the room, "Get her the fuck out of here!" Dean yelled angrily.
"What's going on?" Punk shook his head, watching AJ rush by him and out of the office, "What the hell happened?" He said, leaving the room and chasing after AJ all the way outside of the building.
"April." Punk said, "April, slow down. What's going on?" He asked as she walked to his car.
"Get in the car." AJ told him.
"What?" Punk shook his head.
"Get in the car." She gritted her teeth, getting into the car at the passenger's side as Punk looked around, shaking his head and getting on into the car.
"Do you want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Punk asked her.
"Just drive." AJ shook her head as Punk stuck his key in the car and pulled off onto the road.
"To where? You want to go back to the apartment?" Punk asked her, "I get it if this was too much for you today." He nodded.
"Just keep driving." AJ shook her head, keeping her eyes on the road as Punk nodded.
They drove for a little while until AJ asked him to stop in the back of an old factory, where no one else was around. He wasn't sure what was going on yet. She wouldn't say anything the entire drive there.
"Ok, can you tell me what the hell is going on?" Punk asked her, switching the car off and taking his seatbelt off as she turned to him.
"You told them." AJ looked at him with confusion, "You told them about me. About what happened to me." She said as Punk suddenly realised Dean had obviously said something to her, "I asked you not to say a thing about it, and you told them." She said.
"Look, I'm sorry I… I am." He said, "I didn't do it deliberately I was… I was pissed they weren't giving you a chance and I just thought it would help them understand you a little better."
"Understand me?" AJ questioned, "Why do you treat me like I'm some really confusing puzzle that no one can get?" She asked, "I don't need to be understood."
"I just wanted them to give you a chance." Punk said.
"And telling them all of that was going to help that?" AJ shook her head, "I really trusted you." She said, "I really did."
"You can still trust me. I… I'm sorry. I didn't think about it. I just thought it would help-"
"Help who?" AJ questioned, "I told you so clearly that no one could know about it. That it made it more real for me." She said, "And you went and told them anyway." She shook her head.
"I'm sorry." Punk said, not sure what else to say to her.
"I'm not doing this." AJ told him, "I'm not staying here and I'm not working with you and your team." She shook her head, "It's just not gonna work and I was a fool to think it would. It's not who I am." She said, "And I don't need anyone feeling sorry for me."
"That's not how they feel. April, please. I'm… I'm really trying here. I'm fighting for you here." He said.
"That doesn't mean you tell everyone the one thing I never want anyone to know!" AJ shouted, "I mean do you understand what I actually had to go through?" She questioned, "I was six years old in a different country, being sold to men, sometimes as old as 60." She said, "How dare you just throw around that information like it means nothing-"
"It doesn't mean nothing." Punk said immediately, "I'm sorry, I didn't think." He said truthfully, "I was just trying to have them see it from my point of view."
"Your point of view?" AJ questioned, "What? How you see me as some poor, abandoned, abused little girl. How sweet of you." She nodded sarcastically.
"That's not how I see you." Punk said, "I see you as… as someone who has been to hell and back but… but kept fighting, who didn't stay down for anyone." He said, "I'm just trying to help you."
"Well this isn't helping me." She nodded.
"Well what can I do? Tell me. I'll do it." He nodded.
"I just want you to let me go away." She shook her head tiredly, even though it wasn't what she want, she just had to protect herself and her feelings, "Because being with you means opening up and I don't think I can open up to anyone right now."
"I'm not asking you to open up to me, April. I just want to help you and take care of you." He said, "Please don't push me away." He shook his head as she looked at him, drying her tears.
"Do you want to know how it feels every time someone mentions what happened to me?" AJ asked him, "It's like I… I go back there." She said, "And I can see myself. I can see that little girl." She shook her head, "Every day for 7 years I spent being sold. 7 years." She said, "I didn't have normal human interaction with people. I didn't go to school. I didn't have friends. I didn't have family." She said, "I have tried so hard to kill that part of my life but whenever someone brings it up… I… I have to go back there." She said.
"I'm here for you." Punk said, "If you want to cry to someone, I'm here. If you need a hug. If you need to talk. I'm here. That's the difference now. You're not alone anymore." He nodded as she looked at him, "And I am not running away from you because of this. And you shouldn't run away either." He shook his head as he looked at her.
He had to be a special kind of man to still somehow want to help and be there for her, even when he knew what he did.
"I'm so sorry I told them when you specifically said not to." Punk nodded, "I just… want you to be ok here, I want you to settle and not have to be on the run from someone or be scared." He said.
"You can't fix me." She made clear.
"You don't need to be fixed." Punk nodded, "I think you're amazing." He said truthfully as she looked at him. Even when she was mad, he somehow said all of the right things. He believed in her. He believed in her strength and her story didn't scare him, no matter how traumatic. To her that seemed unreal. She didn't think someone like him would exist, but he did, and for her to push him away felt like the most ridiculous thing ever.
She took her seat belt off and leaned over, pressing her lips against his softly, straddling over his hips as she leaned down and extended the seat back a little so she wasn't so close to the steering wheel.
"Why are you so nice?" AJ shook her head between kisses as he kissed down her neck.
"Just to you." Punk mumbled, cupping her breasts through her t-shirt as she moaned into his mouth.
"Please, I want you inside me." AJ moaned, undoing her jeans and pushing them off, finding it a little difficult in such a small space but managing eventually to her jeans and panties down past her knees.
He undone his own jeans, pushing his hips up as he pulled them down with his boxers.
AJ took his length in her hand, stroking him up and down for a bit whilst kissing him roughly, she then used the tip of his length to tease against her clit, moaning to herself.
"Fuck." AJ moaned against his mouth, her forehead pressed against his as she eventually guided his length to her entrance, sinking down upon him and moaning out.
"Fuck, April." Punk moaned, placing his hands on her hips whilst she began to move up and down on him, rolling her head back as he kissed her neck and throat.
"Feels so good." She gasped. She was conflicted, whilst she wanted to protect her feelings, she couldn't help be addicted to the feelings she got with him. She just wasn't sure how to have a relationship. It was so foreign to her but she kept being pulled back into him like a magnet. She couldn't resist.