Why do I hurt my favorite character so? I don't know, but I do and I do it well. ^_^ Sequel to 'Okay'

Warnings: Drug use. Violence.

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A sigh fell from Dwayne's lips as he finished locking up the office for the night. He couldn't say just how glad he was that the day was over without any cases coming across his desk. They couldn't handle it in the state they were in.

He didn't actually know what kind of state they were in. Percy was snapping at everyone and everything that came near her. Gregorio was quiet and glaring daggers at nothing. Sebastian had barely even uttered a word. And Christopher…

He had no idea what was going on with the younger man. In ten years of friendship they had been through ups and downs together. They had seen the best and the worst of each other more times than they cared to think about.

This was so far away from the worst he had seen in the man. Yes, he had a bit of a temper and that got away from him sometimes, but never did he lash out that violently at his family. He wasn't that type of man.

They might get into yelling fights or hurl insults at each other, but never, never, did they throw fists. The man had grown up in a family that did that and he had told Dwayne time after time that he was never going to be like his daddy.

In truth, it usually wasn't even him that raised his voice when he was made at someone on the team. He was the type of person to simply plaster on a smile and fake it. Everyone would know that he was upset, but they wouldn't be able to do anything about it until he was ready.

It was a slightly messed up system, but it was one that had worked for them for along time. In the end they'd always figure out what the problem was and they'd move on from it. They never just walked away.

This time was different though. There was no silent treatment. No fake smiles that poorly hid the pain that was in his eyes. There wasn't a real warning or build up in his anger. It was just suddenly there.

Well, that wasn't exactly true. Chris had been a little quieter than normal lately. Which wasn't all that surprising considering that he had forced the man into taking some time off to heal up. He always was upset after that happened.

It wasn't just that though. Now that he was thinking about it he couldn't believe he had missed it all. He had been holding himself back from them. He didn't go out as much or interact while they were at their desks.

How could he have been so blind? It was obvious that something was going on with the younger man. It was right in front of his face every time he looked at him and he had brushed it off as if it was nothing.

Christopher was his best friend. They had spent ten years having each others back both in and out of the field. He was proud of being able to call the man his brother. How could he have failed him so spectacularly?

Sighing he ran a hand over his mouth only to flinch. He knew that Chris had a damn good right hook, but he hadn't felt it before. It was a feeling that he would have gladly never felt. Though now he did wonder if he deserved it.

He hadn't bothered to look at himself in the mirror since he cleaned himself up. There had been so much anger and pain in the man's eyes. He didn't think he'd ever be able to unsee that pure hatred he felt towards him in that moment.

It hurt to know that the man had been aiming to do some damage. He still wasn't completely sure if he had wanted to hurt the older man or if he had just wanted to hurt someone, but he had succeeded in it.

A split lip and some impressive bruising on not just his face but his ribs. It was not going to be a fun night to sleep and an even bigger pain in the morning for him. Not to mention the bloody nose and black eye Gregorio got from an elbow.

He had been so angry at them all and it made no sense. The team was family and Chris loved his family more than anything in the world. There had to be something bigger going on and he had to find out what.

With the knowledge that the other man was not going to be happy with him Dwayne pulled out his phone and called a number that he had never used before. As it rung he made his way upstairs into the kitchen.

His eyes darted over the space a sigh falling from his lips. There wasn't much damage to the room, but it was clear to see that the younger man had been upstairs when his anger had gotten the better of him.

Shaking his head he bent down and picked up a half empty bottle of water from the floor. His mind tried to figure out what Chris had been thinking when it fell, but he came up blank. Which seemed to be the consensus for the day.

"Hello?" came Cade's confused voice when he finally picked up the phone. "Pride?"

"Hey, Cade," Dwayne greeted pouring the rest of the water into the sink before throwing the bottle away, "You doing okay?"

"About as well as normal. You okay? Chris okay?"

Sighing Dwayne fixed the chair that had fallen over before sitting down in it. A part of him yelled that he never should have called the man. He had enough to worry about on his own, but he needed the help.

The only person closer to Chris than him was Cade. If anyone would have any answers it would be the man. He couldn't go talk to his friend if he didn't have some kind of idea of what was going on. He had to go in prepared.

"Pride?" Cade questioned after a pregnant pause the worry creeping into his tone, "What's going on? What's wrong with Chris?"

"I don't know," Dwayne offered softly.

"You don't… You don't know? How do you not know? You're his boss. You're supposed to know this things!"

"Cade, he's not hurt. Well, he's healing up from an injury, but that's unrelated to what's going on. Look, I know you want some answers and I'll tell you everything I know, I promise. Right now though I need to ask you some questions and I need you to tell me the truth. Okay?"

"Okay."

"When was the last time you talked to your brother?"

"The day I left. A few weeks ago."

"Was he acting oddly at all?"

"No. He was the same old Chris. He was a little sad because I was leaving, but that's normal for him."

"Has anything happened that he wouldn't be telling me about? Maybe with your family?"

"No, everything is fine in the LaSalle family. Will you tell me what's going on now?"

"I don't have a lot of answers. All I know is that Chris has been acting off."

"Off? How? What do you mean?"

"He's been quiet lately. Not talking to anyone unless it was about a case and even then he was barely saying anything. Today though… Something changed. I don't know what, but it did."

"What happened?"

"He yelled at Sebastian. He called both Percy and Gregorio bitches. He threw some punches at me."

"He… What? That's not my brother."

"I know. I don't have any idea what's going on with that boy."

"You were hoping I did. I'm sorry. I don't know any more than you do."

"He's never acted like this before?"

"He's always had a temper. You know that. He's never really gotten violent though. Well, outside of his teenage years. But what teenager didn't get a little rowdy?"

"Was anything happening during that time that might explain what's going on now?"

"No, I don't… Wait… Maybe."

"Cade?"

"Oh, baby brother, what have you done?"

"Cade? What's going on? What are you thinking?"

"He got hurt recently? Right?"

"Yes, a suspect attacked him and Percy. Banged them both up pretty good."

"How badly was he hurt?"

"Bad enough that I sent him home for some time off."

"And was he given any painkillers?"

"Yeah, I've seen him take some since he's gotten back. Messed up his ribs. Why?"

"Pride, get to his house. Now. Ask about those pills. Don't back off until he tells you. Okay?"

"Cade, what aren't you telling me? Why are the pills important?"

"Just go. I'm going to grab a bus down there as soon as I can."

Before Dwayne could ask anything else the younger man hung up. For a moment he stared at the phone a sinking feeling coming to his stomach. From everything that the man had said it was easy to jump to a conclusion that he really didn't want to think about.

That wasn't the man that he knew. He wasn't a… It made no sense in his mind, but at the same time it made perfect sense. It explained everything that was going on and the scared him more than he liked to admit.

Shaking his head he stood up and made his way down to his car. There was only one way to figure out what was going on and that was to go see the man. He couldn't push this off or wait for another day to have the talk. There wasn't any time to waste.

As he drove to his friend's house his mind was a jumbled mess. In all of his years working in law enforcement he had seen some things. All of which made him more than a little scared to know what was going on at the man's house.

Pulling up to the driveway he took a deep, calming breath and walked up to the front door. Chris's truck was still at work so the only thing he had to go on that the man was there was the lights on in almost all the rooms.

That didn't make any sense. Chris was the one that always told him that it was annoying how people left lights on throughout the house when they weren't in a room or even in the house at the time. It was a pet peeve of his.

Knocking on the door he listened closely. He could hear movement deep in the house, but it didn't sound like it was getting closer to the door. Either the man couldn't hear him or he was ignoring him all together.

"Christopher," Dwayne called knocking on the door louder, "Chris. Open up."

He fell silent once more waiting. Then he heard a crash come from inside. Pulling out his gun he tried to door and found it unlocked. Taking a deep breath he opened the door and walked inside ready for anything.

At least that's what he had though. Then his eyes fell on the disaster zone that was Chris's living room and he felt his eyes go wide. The younger man wasn't exactly a clean freak, but he never let his home look like this.

Dwayne barely had time to categorize any of the damage when he heard something else crash. Lifting his gun once more he slowly followed the noise going through the house until he was in the kitchen.

"No. NoNoNoNoNoNo. NO!"

Turning the corner he pulled back just in time for a bottle of beer to fly past his head and shatter on the hallway floor. His heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest as he listened to things slam into the floors and walls.

Steeling himself he put his gun in its holster before walking into the room once more. He waited a moment for the man to notice his presence, but he was tearing plates and bowls from the cabinet and throwing them behind him.

"Christopher," he tried stepped forward though he knew the man was too far gone to hear him.

"Where are you?" the younger man growled his movements wild, "Where the hell are you?"

"Chris..."

The cabinet door slammed shut hard enough that it bounced back falling slightly off its hinges. The man swiped his hands at the broken shards of glass on the counter before falling to his knees a desperate sound escaping him.

From where he was standing Dwayne could see his whole body shaking even as he pulled his knees to his chest and clutched them closely. He looked so small in that moment. The older man never thought he'd associate 'small' with Chris.

"Please," the man begged to himself as Dwayne dropped to his knees beside his friend and rested a hand on his shoulder.

Chris scrambled away violently his hands and legs getting cut up by the glass on ground. Once his eyes were focused on Dwayne though he shot forward and threw himself at the man. He could do nothing but go along with it as the younger man straddled his chest pinning him to the floor.

"Where are they?" Chris demanded curling his hands in the man's shirt.

"Chris," Dwayne tried to sooth only for him to pull him up and slam him back down on the floor.

"Where are they? Where did you hide them?"

"Chris, you need to calm down."

"No. I need my pills. Give me my pills!"

"Chris!"

"Where did you put them?"

The younger man's hands clawed at Dwayne as he searched for the pills that he didn't have. His movements were getting more and more erratic as he looked. Tears of pain and desperation filled his eyes as he reached into his pockets and came up empty.

"Please. Please. Give them to me. Please!"

Chris moved to climb off of Dwayne, but the older man moved faster and pulled him into a hug. He clenched his eyes shut taking the punches and kicks that were delivered as he tried everything to get away.

Slowly the fight seemed to slip out of him. His hands curled in the back of Dwayne's shirt as he slumped against him sobs raking his body. Not knowing what else he could do he simply held the younger man tightly promising to himself he'd never let go.

"Oh, Christopher," Dwayne whispered tears filling his own eyes, "What have you done to yourself?"