Bzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzzzz.
Bzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzzzz.
Bzzzz, bzzzzz, bzzzzzzzz.
"Ugh, give it UP!" Massie grunted, leaning over and picking up her cell phone off of the side table.
She was currently under the covers of Derrick's bed, his large sleeping frame beside her and his arm strewn half around her hips, the other tucked underneath his pillow. They were both lying under the covers with his comforter covering their bare bodies. They had returned to his apartment from the wine tasting extremely tipsy, and finally allowed their inner desires to take control for a night.
In the daylight, Massie thought she'd feel bad, remorseful for what she had done. But, it was almost the opposite. It felt freeing. It reminded her that mentally, Tristan had cut ties with her long ago. She finally felt like she was where she meant to fit, everything last night felt perfect and in the morning sun shining through the large windows, she still had no regrets.
Massie sighed, seeing it was a private number calling. She debated not answering it, but something told her to.
"Hello?" Her voice echoed through the telephone line.
"Westchester County Jail, this is a collect call, will you accept the charges?"
What the fuck? Her head immediately began to spin, afraid of the worst. Did someone hurt her father? Did someone hurt her mother?
"Y-yes, of course!" She panicked.
"Connecting you to your party."
"Hey, baby," Tristan's voice echoed through the receiver.
"Tristan?!" She yelled, throwing the covers and Derrick's arm off of her and sitting up. The quick jerk reaction woke Derrick up, who groaned and rubbed at his eyes. Massie quickly hit his shoulder, putting her finger up to her mouth in a 'shhh' movement as she put her phone call on speaker.
"Hey, doll. Look, I may or may not have gotten myself into a little...predicament."
"You managed to get yourself arrested, how in the world is that a 'little predicament'?" Massie questioned.
"Okay, okay, before you get all judgey on me-"
"Remember, you called me for help. I assume. Why did you call me, again?"
"Because you're my fiance, Massie."
"Don't call me anything after that last episode." She snarked, leaning back against the wooden bed frame and closing her eyes tightly. "So, what did you do?"
"I'd much rather discuss that in person, rather than over a phone."
"Okay, so what exactly am I supposed to be doing for you?"
"My arraignment is tomorrow. I need you to be there with Len Rivera." Derrick rolled his eyes, leaning over the side of his bed and grabbing a pair of pants. He tugged them on, then sat at the foot of the bed so he could continue to hear this conversation.
"Oh so you just need my attorney?"
"No, I want to see you there too. But, Len can help me get out of here. It's dirty."
"What a pity!" She fake squealed.
"Tomorrow, Massie, 10 AM."
"Got it. I'll see you then…..maybe."
"Mass-"
"Bye, T."
Click.
Massie blinked her eyes three times. She had no idea what kind of warped reality she got herself into, but this was not how she planned on spending her morning. She sighed, taking her bubble bath OPI painted nails and pinching her tanned forearm. Nope, definitely not dreaming.
"What do you think he did?" Derrick asked in curiosity. He really couldn't peg this one, this threw him for a total loop.
"Honestly, D? His life is in such a trainwreck position right now, I couldn't even guess if I wanted to."
"I just really can't believe he got himself arrested, Mass."
"I guess he was acting out of desperation?" The brunette supplied an answer, but even she didn't believe that.
Tristan was always calculating, always on the move and always one step ahead of everyone surrounding him. He was excellent at hiding things, at sneaking, at lying. For him to actually get caught at something made Massie think either;
He wanted to be arrested.
He's in a really desperate space.
A little bit of both.
Massie was totally thrown. Still, she looked up at Derrick who met her eyes with a warm, comforting gaze. He knew more than anyone else that she hated feeling left out, that she hated feeling out of the loop. Even with someone like Tristan, not being in the know made Massie more frustrated than anything else.
"Well, we can't do anything sitting in bed, now can we?" Derrick asked, grabbing one of his oversized sweatshirts and handing it to Massie before standing. He wanted to make sure she got out of bed, got her coffee, had some breakfast, and did whatever else she needed to do to start her morning before they discussed anything with Len Rivera or William Block.
Massie nodded her head, taking the sweatshirt and throwing it on over her bare body. She stood up, turning and quickly putting the comforter and blankets back together before following Derrick's footsteps to the kitchen. He had the coffee maker on a timer, so by the time they arrived in the kitchen it was done brewing.
She elected to handle the coffee making, while Derrick got to work prepping a breakfast for the two of them. He made some scrambled cage free eggs with local dairy farm's cheddar cheese, fresh peppers, and some cut up pieces of bacon. Massie made his coffee with a splash of milk and a drop of vanilla, and gave herself a healthy dose of coffee creamer with vanilla syrup.
The pair took both their creations to the dining room table, sitting down across from each other and exchanging mugs for plates. Massie dug into her plate, the hungover feeling from the wine slowly dissipating with each bite of food. Derrick took his time, eating and sipping his coffee while pulling out his tablet and reading the local news updates.
Massie's phone buzzed again, and she rolled her amber eyes before pulling it out of the sweatshirt pocket and scanning over the caller ID again. It was William. He must've known something was wrong.
"Hi, Dad."
"Hey, darling, how was your night?"
"It was good, it was nice. I just woke up, what are you up to?"
"You know, it's funny you say that. I was going to my office for the morning, and when I walked in, Tristan wasn't there. I tried his cell phone a few times, but no luck. Have you heard from him?"
Massie exchanged a look with Derrick who nodded his head and took another sip of his coffee.
"I actually just got off the phone with him."
"I hope he gave you a good reason why he's over an hour late to the office, dear."
"Uhm, I guess you could say that? He's been arrested, dad."
"He's what?!" William asked, his tone sounding stuned.
"Yeah, I have no idea what to even say."
"Why was he arrested?"
"He refused to tell me over the phone. He said to appear tomorrow with Len for his arraignment."
"Ugh, I'm going to kill him. The list of reasons why is growing longer by the day, I think." William snarked.
"I-I think you should come, too. I think it would really screw him up." Massie suggested, to which William agreed.
"I'll be there. I can drive you there, if you'd like, Massie."
"Actually, Dad, I think I'm going to have Derrick come."
"You think that's a good idea?"
"He can be there for something else, he hasn't seen him enough to pick him out of a crowd of people. I just...I want him there." Massie knew whether he agreed with it or not, Derrick would be coming. He wasn't going to allow for a chance like this to pass itself up.
"Whatever you're comfortable with, Massie. I'll see you tomorrow, I'll talk to Len and have it arranged. I'll call you later tonight okay?"
"Okay. Bye, Dad."
"Bye love. Say hello to Derrick for me."