I was asked to write a little something between Cho and Patrick (as Red John) with Charlotte still being alive.
Last chapter. I love it. I do. This is one of my favorite ships and the addition of Charlotte was just perfect! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!
Warnings: Sex. Murder. Implied attempted sexual assult. Described violence and murder.
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Drumming her nails against her laptop Charlotte tried to focus on the school work in front of her. She had wanted to finish her history essay as soon as she woke up so she wouldn't have it looming over her for the rest of the weekend. She wasn't sure that was going to happen anymore.
Not when every few seconds she was glancing at the door waiting for her father to walk into the house. It wasn't often that he was gone for the full night. Actually, she was pretty sure this was the first time since her mother died.
Her father was a protective person without being truly overbearing. He always made sure that she knew that he was going to be there for her. She might not know where he was, but she knew he wouldn't be gone long.
So to be gone for an entire night was insane. Especially after what had happened the other day. It made no sense in her mind for him to have disappeared like that. Not after making sure they both stayed at home for the past two day.
Groaning she pushed her laptop away and dropped her face against the cushions of the couch. She knew that her brain was working over time on all the little things that could be going wrong with the man.
Her father knew exactly what he was doing and he'd never put himself in a dangerous situation that he didn't have full control over. So why wasn't he at home? And why hadn't he bothered to leave a note saying where he was?
She knew that she was still a little shaken by what had happened with her debate teacher. It was probably the scariest thing that had ever happened to her. That was why he had stayed so close to her for the last few days.
Something that she had really enjoyed. It was nice to have a little time just hanging out with her father without the rest of the world making its way in. They only really got to do that during the summer.
Well, it had mostly been like that. Her father knew that she was concerned about Cho and what had happened after she left. Her dad had promised her that the agent was fine, but she knew that he hadn't talked to him himself. He had been too concerned with her.
She also knew that when they got home and she had gone up to the bathroom to shower that he had called for a clean up crew. That told her enough about what had happened to know not to ask all that many questions.
That didn't stop her mind from racing though. She didn't know if it was something that her father had done or if Cho had done it. She didn't know if Cho had been hurt in the process. She didn't know anything.
The only thing she knew for sure was the fact that things were up in the air at the moment. Something was changing and she had no idea if it was a good change or a bad one. She really hated not knowing what was going on.
Shaking her head she rolled off the couch and headed towards the kitchen. If she wasn't going to be able to finish her essay than she was going to make herself some food. She was pretty sure there was a pizza in the freezer still.
Opening the door she started to dig through the food looking for what she wanted when she heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. A smile came to her lips as she slammed the freezer door shut and raced outside.
"Dad!" she called as the older man climbed out of the car.
"Hey, Sweetheart," he greeted walking up to her and pulling her into a hug, "Sorry I was gone last night. I had to deal with something."
"What? Is everything okay?"
Instead of answering he placed a kiss to her forehead and motioned towards the car. That was when she noticed that someone else was climbing out. Grinning she pulled away from her father and threw herself at Cho.
He let out a soft grunt at the force, but held her close burying his face in her hair. His hugs reminded her of her father's. His arms holding her tightly as if he was ready to protect her from everything that came his way. She had made a good choice with him.
To say that she was excited to see him was an understatement. All the worry that she had been feeling washed away as she pulled away and saw the smile on his lips. He looked as happy to be there as she was to have him there.
Linking their arms she pulled him into the house listening to her father laugh loudly behind them. She didn't care though. It looked as if her plan had worked and she finally had the agent fully in her and her father's lives.
"Charlotte," Cho said as she drug him to the couch and forced him to sit down.
"I know. I know," she waved her hand at him, "I'm being pushy, but I have to know what's going on with you two. Are you together together? Did my plan work?"
"Plan? I don't want to know."
"Oh you do," Dad jumped in sitting next to the agent a teasing smile on his lips, "You remember that dinner we had?"
"Yes."
"That was Charlotte trying to set us up."
"No it wasn't," she exclaimed with a pout, "That was me trying to see if Cho was attracted to men. Then I was going to try to set you up. And if I remember correctly you told me not to leave it alone."
"I did."
"So what changed? I mean, all the issues that were there before have to still be there. What about you and..."
"Red John?" Cho filled in for her his head leaning against the back of the couch.
"You know? You told him?"
"He had just killed someone in cold blood," her father shrugged calmly, "I figured that was a good introduction to me."
"And you're okay with that? With him being Red John?"
A pensive look came to Cho's face when she asked that. There were so many different ways the conversation could go. Except that he knew before he came here. He wouldn't have gotten into her father's car if he had doubts about whether or not he wanted to stay.
She watched silently as her father reached out and placed his hand over the agent's they didn't bother to look at each other, but she saw Cho relax ever so slightly at having her father touching him like that.
"It's a lot to take in," Cho answered after a moment, "I'm going to need an adjustment period."
"Which is fair," Dad nodded his head, "I wouldn't push you into something we hadn't discussed before hand."
"I care about the two of you though. More than I thought I did."
"We care about you too," she offered resting her hand on her father's.
"Then we'll figure it out."
"Good. Can we figure out what breakfast is? I'm starving."