A/N Fanfiction acted a really weird last night when I published chapt 11. I published 2 chapters yesterday. Make sure you didn't skip chapter 11.

To anyone who reviewd/pm'd me and hasn't gotten a review. I have to go so I post this quickly but I will get to those when I come back in an hour or two.

This is kind of a heavy chapter. It's short, but it's big in character development Greg/Zoë. I may upload another tonight, To make up for the lengt. Depends on how busy my day is.

WARNING: This chapter is slightly graphic, contains a non to detailed murder and mention of rape. It's balancing on the edge of T and M, but since T is 13 years and older and with the movies these days... I kept it T. Can't handle don't read.

Previously:

"We're going to go. It's getting pretty late. I will see you again soon, keep him in line." Greg told Sophie.

"I try, I always try." They said goodbye and left in Greg's car.

"Think they are ever going to admit it to each other?" Sophie asked.

"They first have to admit it to themselves soph."

…

They arrived at his house a little while later. Zoë was able to get out of the car by herself this time. Greg grabbed her bag from the trunk, opened his front door and let her enter first. He followed and switched all the lights on.

"Almost midnight, and he still acts like a gentleman." She joked.

He put the bag down next to the couch.

"Got to keep up appearances, right?"

"Ouch."

"Make yourself at home, I'll go put sheets on the bed."

"Oh that's fine I can do it." He looked at her arm "Ow, yeah right. I forgot. Thanks" She sighed. He went upstairs and she decided to look around. She walked towards his bookcase. She read all the book titles. Nothing really interesting, she wasn't much of a reader. There were a couple of old pictures. A few of him with –who she guesses- were his wife and kid. And a newer one with –who she guesses- his mother.

"They're old. Except for the one with my mom. I like to keep them around. She took everything else with her."

"You don't have any pictures of you with your dad?" She saw the look on his face. "I'm sorry, is that a sensitive subject? I didn't mean to pry" She felt very guilty for bringing it up.

"No, it's fine. My dad is why I got into this job in the first place. He was a drunk, I never knew if he was coming towards me to hug or hit me at night."

"I'm sorry, I can't even imagine what that's like." He came to stand next to her and looked at the picture with his mom. "She looks nice."

"She is, when she found out he hit me we left. She never wants me to get hurt."

"Yeah, mothers can be like that. Mine was so overprotective sometimes. It used to drive crazy, until she wasn't around anymore."

"How did your parents die, if you don't mind me asking." This was it. She could make a choice. Shut him out like she did with everybody else, or let him in completely.

"Once I tell you, there's no turning back. You have to react as my friend. So don't pity me."

"Well, since I'm your friend, I can do that."

"Short or long version?" She sat down on the couch.

"Whatever you want." She gave him an irritated look.

"Long it is, just don't.."

"Tell anyone, I'm your friend. You can trust me." She nodded and swallowed loudly.

"I just turned 13, there was a guy in my class. His name is Ryan. He was 14, goofy kid. Funny, kind. We were friends. His big brother, Patrick, was always jealous of his little brother. Patrick was kind of a creep, always keeping an eye on me. I didn't really trust him. Anyway, one day I was upstairs in my room. I heard someone ringing the doorbell, didn't think twice about it and continued doing my homework. Next thing I hear my mom, saying that she'll call the cops if he doesn't leave. I sneak downstairs and stop halfway on the stairs. I see Patrick, standing in my living room. I wanted to call the cops, but I didn´t have a cell and the only phone was in the living room."

She hadn't dared to look at Greg even a single time. "Next thing I know, he jumps forward and slices my mom's throat. I gasped so loudly I thought he heard me, but he didn't. My dad walks in, sees my mom on the ground and walks into the living room. Patrick did the same to him. This time he heard me. I ran upstairs but he was faster. He caught up to me."

Zoë had to wipe away a single tear she had been fighting so hard to keep in. Greg's the only one she has ever told the long version to. The last time was for the cops, so that doesn't count.

"It's ok, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to." She shook her head vigorously.

"I want to."

"Then I'm here to listen to you." He grabbed her hand and gave it a small squeeze to let her know he wouldn't be going anywhere.

"Where was I, oh yeah. He pulled me down the stairs back to the living room, he raped me. Told me he was sorry, that he loved me and that he always would. He slit my wrists and ran. I was able to reach the phone, called 9-1-1 told them my parents were dead and my wrists were slit, that I needed an ambulance and couldn't open the door. Last thing I remember is police kicking the door in. Then I lost consciousness. Next thing I wake up in the hospital, a day later. My parents are dead and they didn't know who killed them. I told them, but he already left the country. He had flown to Toronto."

"So what happened to you?"

"I didn't want anyone to know. I told my friends I was pretty sick, an uncle took me in. He turned out to be a drunk, so I had to take care of myself. He usually forgot I was around. When I graduated I joined the army. My friends found out what happened while I was in Iraq."

He noticed how much trouble she had keeping her tears in. He pulled her to him. He didn't expect her youth to be so troubled. He had assumed her parents died in a car crash. She gave in and let him hold her. She let the tears run freely. He waited for the crying to subside.

"Are you okay?" She nodded. "Liar." He made her laugh.

"Damn you and your training." He let her go and she sat up straight. She looked at the clock and noticed it was already 1 A.M. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.."

"Shut up." She looked at him, surprised at how blunt he was. "You have nothing to be sorry about and you know it." 'God, how bad I want to kiss him right now.' She bit her bottom lip. 'I wish I could be here for her forever.' He smiled gently. "Let's go to bed?"

"Can we sit here, just a little bit longer?"

"Yeah, sure." She leaned back against him, closed her eyes and just liked the way his arm felt around her shoulders and the way she could hear his heart beat. He felt her relax against him. He liked being this close to her, he could smell her shampoo. He closed his eyes and just relaxed.

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The next time Zoë opened her eyes it was light outside. She wanted to move but still felt Greg's arm around her shoulder. She carefully looked up and saw that he was still sleeping. Last night's –or this morning's- events came back to her. Did she really tell Greg all those things? She carefully removed his arm and stood up. She wanted to stretch, but when she moved her right arm she was painfully aware of the reason she was even here. She looked at Greg, he was still asleep.

She walked towards the kitchen. She looked at the oven clock for the time and noticed it was nine A.M. She hadn't slept that long without waking up for months, and she hadn't felt this well rested for years. 'Maybe I should fall asleep in his arms more often.' No, she immediately reprimanded herself for thinking that. 'He's my boss. There is no way that will happen.' She started the coffee and grabbed a mug for herself and one for Greg. She filled it with the brown liquid and walked towards the couch. She put both mugs down on the table and complimented herself for not spilling a drop. She had never tried to carry two mugs in her left hand before.

"Parker, " She gently touched his arm to wake him up. "Greg," He opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times. Clearly he was just as foggy as she was when she woke up.

"Did we fall asleep on the couch?" She nodded and handed him a mug. "Thanks" He drank a big gulp. "What time is it?"

"A little past nine."

"We slept all that time, on the couch?" She nodded. "Together?" Clearly he was trying to figure something out.

"Yeah." She answered him, clearly a little worried about his state of mind. 'Was it a dream?' He asked himself. "Something wrong?" She asked him. 'Yeah, I dreamt that I kissed you. Now how can I ask if that was just a dream.. Or if it actually happened.'

"We just fell asleep, on the couch." She laughed.

"Yeah, what? You think I carried you out of your bed downstairs?" He smiled.

"Well, no. Clearly not. Good coffee." He tried desperately to change the subject.

"It's yours." She let him. It was becoming a little awkward.

"Yeah, but it's not too strong, not too weak. It's just right."

"You didn't do your job."

"Wake you every two hours, you're right. Bad me. Let's just be glad you're not brain damaged." She grabbed her bag from beside the couch.

"I should go, thanks for letting me stay over."

"Stay, have breakfast. You have to eat sometime."

"I'm supposed to meet with the broker at 10, so I really have to go." She turned to walk out the door. But Greg being the gentleman he put his mug down and walked her out. "I'll see you around."

"Let me drive you."

"I'd rather walk, but thanks."

Greg watched her walk away and then walked back to the couch. He sat down and let his head fall into his hands. "I'm in deep shit." He told himself out loud. He just hoped it wouldn't get awkward at work. It's not like anything actually happened. Right?

A/N I wanted to end it after she told him about her parents at first, but I wanted to end the chapter on a lighter note.. Which I didn't exactly succeed in.

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