Bonnie pushed herself up, using the desk to steady herself. "I can't let you fall asleep there you know?" She muttered, stepping towards the chair Frank was now slumped in. In the single moment she had taken her eyes off him to stand, Frank had settled down and shut his own. It was funny how everything in this house seemed to happen in a single moment. There was never time to think, just react. "Annalise hates it, but you know that." The statement felt hollow as she said it. Bonnie knew it meant very little when Annalise wasn't going to be coming down to chastise either of them. Truthfully, Bonnie wasn't sure when Annalise would be back with them. She just hoped it would be soon.

Frank shifted in the chair, breathing deeply. Bonnie was concerned he had managed to slip into a deep sleep already. His eyes had not been shut for long but she had known him to drift off into a hibernation like state at worse times. Annalise never missed an opportunity to remind him of the occasion he fell asleep during her proceedings; and that wasn't after half a bottle of her finest spirit. Bonnie was certain Annalise would not allow him to forget. She humiliated him every time she regaled the story to the latest batch of L1s. The woman had a nasty habit of not letting her associates forget their mistakes. It was as if each and every transgression was permanently logged against them with no hope of redemption.

As the years passed by Frank had fought the impulse to fall asleep a little harder but in the early days when the L1s would be over working cases for Annalise, he would find himself a corner and snooze. Annalise would always be so angry when she found him. She'd berate him like he was a child in her class missing all the important content.

Bonnie found herself wondering why it even mattered that he slept through it. Annalise had never believed he would pass the bar. Why had she encouraged him to pay attention to law deliberation that she never allowed him to take part in? It didn't make any sense. But neither did a lot of the things she did. The blonde had just never questioned her till now. Bonnie had always believed that Annalise had some kind of plan, some idea about what would happen next. It had always felt like Annalise held all the cards but now it felt like their reality was slipping away and Annalise had lost control. What did that mean for her or Frank? Where did Keating's associates stand when their saviour fell? They were nothing without her. And now Sam wasn't even there to hold the reins anymore.

Bonnie felt tears prick at her eyes but shook her head defiantly. She wasn't going to cry again. Enough tears had been spilled over that man and they changed nothing. It appeared the vodka was making her rather more sullen than she had intended. She really needed that coffee.

Bonnie placed a hand on Frank's shoulder, shaking him gently. "Hey," she spoke softly so as not to cause alarm. Frank had reacted poorly to being woken from sleep in the past. She'd learned that the hard way when she was an L1 herself and Annalise had demanded her to fetch him.

Bonnie sunk into the memory, recalling it as clearly as if it had happened yesterday. She had a unpleasant habit of fading out of reality and being pulled into the past whether she wished to relive it or not. It had been something she'd tried working on controlling with Sam but to no avail. He'd seemed to particularly enjoy how vulnerable those sessions had made her. The realisation didn't quite make her skin crawl as much as it should have. Bonnie hated that about herself.

She remembered herself heading to the basement of the Keating house, knowing Frank had gone down there earlier for some peace and quiet. She'd had long hair back then, long enough to nervously tuck behind her ear whenever she felt anxious. Bonnie had wished Annalise had given her some other task to do as there was something about Frank that made her feel uneasy. He felt like danger in a way she couldn't explain. It was something more than just the violent aura he had. He made her feel like he might be able to see more of her, than she ever wanted to show. She felt naked under his gaze and it put her on edge. It was strange to think they hadn't exactly got along now that things were so different. But she had been right about him. Frank was dangerous.

Bonnie had stepped onto the basement stairs hesitantly, peering into darkness. "Frank?" She'd called, "are you down here? Annalise wants to see you." She had hoped it would be that easy but upon hearing no response she knew she'd have to go down and get him. He must have come down here to nap and that meant he'd need waking up. Bonnie flicked the light switch on her left, hoping the sudden light might cause him to stir. "Frank?" She called once more, only to be met with silence again.

At least until she heard a pained groan. Bonnie frowned, stepping forward. It didn't sound passionate but she really did not want to walk in on him having sex with one of her peers. That was something she could definitely live without. The young woman descended the staircase into the basement slowly, ready to retreat at the first sign of nudity. Bonnie crept forward, peering over the banister when she saw him, tossing and turning frantically on the floor. "Frank!" She called, instantly concerned. Bonnie rushed down the stairs and over to him without hesitation. A mistake she hasn't made since.

His eyes flashed open at the disturbance and he sprung up to his feet, grabbing her arm and covering her mouth in one swift motion. Frank pushed her forcibly against the wall closest to them, releasing her and raising his fist to strike her. Bonnie's eyes widened and she'd cried out in protest, the sound a muffled combination of fear and surprise against his hand. It took a moment for recognition to register across his features but it was all too late. He could see the terror in her eyes and guilt washed through him. "Shit. I'm sorry!" He lowered his fist briskly, but kept his hand over her mouth. "You can't tell Annalise this happened." He'd begged her. "Promise me you won't tell her. Please!"

Bonnie nodded meekly, knees weak. "I'm going to let go of you now. Don't do anythin' stupid 'cause I'm not here to hurt you." Frank released her and she released the breath she'd been holding. "Annalise wanted to see you." She whispered, taking a small step away from him.

"Don't tell her and I'll explain what happened. Please. Just give me a chance. Please." Something in his eyes spoke to her because she nodded and stepped out of his way. "I need a minute to collect myself." She said, voice shaking. Frank shot her a concerned look as he smoothed his rumpled shirt down. "I don't deal well with bein' woke up. It's why I came down here but I'm sorry. I should have known Annalise would send someone down after me." Frank wiped his sweaty brow and groaned, wondering if he looked in anyway presentable for his boss. He exhaled raggedly before heading towards the stairs with his usual swagger. He shot Bonnie one last look before heading on up, leaving her to compose herself.

Bonnie was pulled back to reality when he spoke. "I'm awake." He claimed drowsily, reaching for her hand and running his thumb over it. "Wide awake." He added, standing up and yawning.

"Of course you are Frank."

"Hey I am!" He protested, offering her a sleepy smile. "Look at me, my eyes are even open now." Bonnie rolled her eyes but she was really fighting her impulse to smile. There was something about Frank that was different. There always had been. "Now come on, let's see what's in this so called kitchen of hers."