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James Braxton.

Audrey felt the blood drain from her face, she was sure she resembled casper. She mumbled the rest of her responses, then hung up and swivelled slowly on her heel. Mac was staring at her through the car, having watched her pace through the station parking lot for a few minutes. When she stalked up to the car, she wrenched open the door and Mac was watching her face for her reaction.

"Un-fucking-belivable." She whispered beneath her breath.

She roughly reached into the car and grabbed Mac, a strength he did not know she possessed. She pulled him out of the backseat, willing herself not to physically harm him at that exact moment. She shoved him towards the station, "Walk!" She barked.

Mac didn't put up a fight, he obediently sauntered up the station stairs and followed her into the Sheriff's office. She pushed him into a chair and he listened to her storm through the station office before returning back to him. She put more restraints on his chair, chaining him to the wooden seat as well as his ankles. She then proceeded to sit on Pratt's desk right in front of him, glowering down at Mac with such anger and disgust, it actually unsettled him.

"How long?" She whispered.

Mac swallowed loudly, he gazed up at her and shifted in his chair uncomfortably. "I..."

"Has this all been a sick joke for you? A completely false relationship!" She hissed. Mac frowned, unsure of what she meant.

"Audrey-"

"What the fuck was I thinking?" She muttered.

"Look you weren't suppose to find out, this was 'spose to be my last day in the business." He defended.

Audrey made a splutter of both fake-amusement and disgust. "Oh yes, I bet this was suppose to be your last day. You'd sell me out to your boss and you would probably get a nice pay-off for it!" She snarled, she rose off the desk and started to pace in front of him. "Nina was right," She mumbled.

"What the hell are ya on about?" Mac snapped.

"You know what I'm on about Mac! Or is your name even Mac?"

"You're being stupid! Get me out of these cuffs," Mac demanded with aggravation.

"So you can finish Braxton's job?" She quipped.

Mac paused, he stared up at her, his face filled with an unmistakeable emotion of dread. "What?" He asked, his voice barely above a sigh.

Audrey froze, having never heard Mac so unsure and quiet. She stared back at him, her eyes flitting over his face for closure. "You know what I mean," She breathed, she closed her eyes and jumped when she heard the sound of Pratt's car pulling up to the station. She brushed past him and started to make her way out of Pratt's office.

"Audrey wait! I don't know what you mean," He hollered, "Do you know Braxton?"

Audrey scoffed, "Don't even try to cover yourself Mac." She hissed, "If you manage to charm your way out of this mess your in, don't try and contact me. Leave me-"

"What the fuck are you on-"

"I'm done."

Mac strained to look over his shoulder at her, she turned away but Mac still saw the faint tears that pooled in her eyes. She straightened up and walked away, leaving Mac to curse beneath his breath and struggle against the restraints holding him to the chair.

Pratt swept through the door, Harley was staggering behind him with an armful of packaged meth. Pratt looked at her carefully, before glancing over at Mac. "That's all for tonight Jacks," He murmured sympathetically, "I'm sure you want to just get away from here."

"I don't really think I'll be able to sleep tonight," She sighed.

Pratt handed her a bunch of files, "Just process these witness reports for tonight then," He said.

"If you need me-"

"I'll give you a call, go on. Head home." Pratt instructed.

Audrey gave him a grateful smile, she looked over at Mac once more and took a deep breath. He was staring right back at her, eyes pleading for her to stay, for him to explain. She shook her head and turned on her heel, heading out of the station without a final glance his way.

She made her way out of the parking lot, the only sound in her vehicle was that of her laboured breaths. How could she be so naive? How did she not see it before? She clenched her hands on the steering wheel, willing herself not to cry about the sham of a relationship she had been in. She had been so close to revealing her feelings to Mac, she had fallen completely for him and now her heart was slowly tearing in two.

She couldn't go back to Mac's house, she didn't even want to think about him. She took a deep breath and started towards Mitchell and Nina's, she just hoped they wouldn't be smug about her revelation. She drove onwards, part of her wished that Devon Ashton and his friends hadn't found Mac. She shook away the thought and pulled into Mitchell's driveway, quickly turning off her car and racing up to the front door. She practically barrelled down the door as Nina answered with panic.

"What's wrong Audrey?" She asked, visibly worried for her paled friend.

"You were right," Audrey whispered, she closed her eyes while Nina led her further into the house.

"About what darling?" Nina cooed, she sat her down on the couch and cuddled up beside her. Nina's soothing voice was enough to make Audrey shake in sadness, she bowed her head and covered her face with her hands. "Tell me," Nina demanded quietly.

"About Mac!" Audrey cried.

"What did that fucker do to you!" Mitchell snarled. He stormed into the room, kneeling at her feet and prying her hands from her face. "He touch you? Did he force you to-"

Audrey shook her head quickly, suddenly aware that tears were free falling down her face. "H-He's been-" She trailed off, choking on broken sobs. She took a deep breath, staring straight into Mitchell's eyes, "He's been working for Braxton all this time," She whispered.

Mitchell looked as if all the air had just left his lungs, he rose from his position in front of Audrey and started to pace through the living room. "Who's Braxton?" Audrey barely heard Nina asked, panic laced in her tone. "Audrey? Mitchell? Tell me who's Braxton!" She begged.

"James Braxton!" Mitchell snapped, "Audrey busted him, about over a year ago."

"That big drug lord that ran Atlanta?" Nina breathed.

"Yes. She ransacked all his operations, and nearly caught him." Mitchell explained. "But he got away, and for protection purposes, Audrey was sent down here until they managed to locate and arrest him again." Nina paled and looked over at Audrey, she was speechless.

"And Mac?"

"Mac was in control of one of his operations down here, he made meth and shipped it off." Audrey whispered. "Mac's been working for Braxton all this time, and no wonder Pratt hasn't been able to find him. Braxton is coming for me." She closed her eyes in dread.

"You think Mac is involved with this?" Nina asked, a slight bit of doubt in her voice.

Audrey looked at her sharply, "Of course he is! He seduces me, gets me to agree to live with him, makes me trust him, has me fall in.." Audrey trailed off and wiped at her eyes furiously, "And then sells me out to Braxton. I bet he gets a nice pay-off for that." She hissed.

Nina looked over at Mitchell, "And do you believe that Mitch?" She asked.

"Yes!" He barked, "I've never liked Mac and he sure as hell never liked me. He told me he didn't like me because I was an ex-cop, and yet he makes a run for Audrey as soon as she gets here." He sneered, "He's absolute filth that man!" He agreed.

Nina nervously looked at Audrey, "Have you heard about the whereabouts of this Braxton?" She asked.

Audrey nodded her head, "Last I heard from Pratt, they had found him, and then lost him. They don't know where he is, but I'm guessing he's making his way to Utah." She grumbled. She rose from her seat and chewed on her nails worriedly, "Do you two mind if I stay here for the night? I don't really want to go back to his house." She whispered.

"Of course Drey," Nina said soothingly.

Audrey gave her a grateful smile and brushed past her, retrieving the witness files from her car seat and returning back inside. She felt incredibly uneasy, her stomach twisting in knots as she closed the front door behind her, double locking it for good measures. She was sure someone was watching her, but she put it down to paranoia. She worked well into the night, unable to fall asleep with the many thoughts racing through her mind.

It always came back to Mac.

It had all been a lie.

#

Mac's face was blank, he stared ahead at the old wall behind Pratt's desk, a stoney expression on his face. He hadn't answered any of Pratt's questions, ignored Harley's little warnings about 'precious' Regina Ashton. No one understood that Mac had never set a hand on the youngest Ashton, in fact, it had been her sick big brother that had done all the touching. He gritted his teeth, jaw visibly tensing at the thought. Devon Ashton was a sick, sick man.

He glanced out of the corner of his eye, watching Pratt and Harley converse quietly behind him.

"Are you sure sir?" Harley asked quietly.

"Yes that's all Harley, don't worry I can handle Mac." He reassured, "Just got some papers to process and then I'll put him into the holding cell for tonight. We'll deal with this mess tomorrow morning, okay?" He instructed firmly.

Harley reluctantly nodded his head and hesitantly backed out of the office, his eyes were burning holes in the back of Mac's head, but still Mac didn't turn or regard him. Once Harley left, Pratt walked around Mac's chair, shaking his head like a disappointed father.

"You've disappointed a lot of people tonight," He said gruffly. Mac scowled and Pratt took a seat on his desk, the exact same spot Audrey had sat at. Mac shifted in his seat at the thought of her, he needed to see her. "Audrey, Walter, me. You were on such a good run Mac, I haven't had to file something against you for nearly six months." Pratt continued.

Pratt sighed, "I'm sure if you give me information on Braxton and his other operations, we can get you a shorter sentence." Pratt added wistfully. He looked down at the file of paper on his desk, and snatched it up. He turned to Mac, ready to read out the list typed on the sheet of paper. Then the room went black.

Pratt huffed in frustration, "Damn lights. Been doing this all week!" He grumbled. He slid off the desk, grabbed his torch light from his belt and flicked it on. "Be back son," He added and stumbled down the hallway, leaving the station out the back door.

Mac was left in silence, brooding to himself. He heard Pratt slam something, a hollow grunt echoing indoors from where the back door was slightly ajar. He frowned, glancing quickly over his shoulder. "Pratt?" He snapped impatiently, "Harley?" He added when there was no response. "I know its you Harley, you little shit!" He growled. When again there was no reply, he shifted in his seat, "Pratt?" He barked.

He looked back at Pratt's desk, struggling against his restraints. He didn't like the uncomfortable feeling that bubbled in his stomach, nor did he like the silence that left him to his own thoughts. Of course all he thought about was Audrey, and the stinging guilt that came with her in his mind. He didn't like how it affected him, he didn't like that he was so ready to drop to his knees when he saw the tears pooling in those dark orbs of hers.

"Hello Mac."

Mac jumped in surprise, his head snapping up to come in full view of his father. "Walter?" He breathed out in shock. Walter was standing before him, a smug grin stretched on his lips and as cocky step in his walk. Walter moved towards him and unlocked his restraints.

"Did I not warn you son?" Walter said cooly, "If you let that woman into your life, nothing but trouble will come of this business. You would no longer be able to hold up this charade Mac, she would of found out soon enough," He shook his head.

"You knew this was my last day!" Mac snapped. "I wasn't kidding Walter."

Walter rolled his eyes, "You would of come back. There is no way you could get by with that measly job of yours." He snarled nastily.

"I've been thinking about buying the towns garage," Mac retorted with equal bite. He rose from the chair, side-stepping his father and staring down the hallway. "Besides, the only reason I'm in here is because of your precious son's sick twisted idea of a girlfriend." He snarled.

Walter's eyes darkened furiously, "You-"

"Don't even deny it Walter, if that little bitch and Devon's stupid friends hadn't come, I wouldn't be in here and this would of never happened!" Mac snapped, "And now I'll probably be carted off to some state prison, while angel Ashton runs your shitty tavern."

Walter lashed out and swung his fist into Mac's right cheek, sending him nearly crashing to the floor. "You are even lucky I'm here!" Walter shouted, "No one's going to find out and this will certainly be all over tonight," He added with a sly smirk.

Mac sneered at him, "Where's Pratt. I ain't gunna believe that he's just letting me go."

"Pratt's outside," Walter chortled. "And your little girlfriend will be in the same state as him by tomorrow night."

Mac glared at him, he brushed past his father and stormed out of the station. Not even bothering to acknowledge that his father had just 'bailed' him out. Once he crossed over the threshold, his boot made a sickly squelching noise. He glanced down at the floor, eyes widening at the sight of Pratt sprawled across the floor with a pool of blood surrounding him. He looked back at Walter in shock, his own father's words racing through his mind. And your little girlfriend will be in the same state as him by tomorrow night.

Mac started to run.

#

"I need to go there, just grab my stuff and bring it back here." Audrey sighed. She was drowsily packing up her witness reports, while Nina dithered around her. "I'll only be gone an hour, I didn't have much stuff to begin with when I came down to Cainneville."

"I'll come with you," Mitchell offered.

"No, its alright. I just need some time alone," She refused. She looked up at both Mitchell and Nina, her heart swelling at the concern etched in their features. "I'll be fine okay? Milton would of rung me if there was anything wrong." She reassured them.

"If there is anything wrong, please just-"

"I'll call and I know you'll be there in seconds," Audrey smiled slightly at them. "I'm alright."

Nina and Mitchell hesitantly nodded, walking her out to the patrol car and watching her drive out of the drive-way. Her face crumbled as soon as she made it to the highway heading to Mac's house, memories of last night flooding into her head all at once. She looked in her revision mirror, glancing at the back seat dazedly. That's where Mac had sat, cuffs on his wrist and a glare in his eye. She thought he was her Mac, it was painful to think about.

She jumped when her phone rang, quickly answering it and fully prepared to make a u-turn if needed. "Hello?" She answered hesitantly.

"Oh thank God!" Milton's voice was on the other side. "Are you alright Jacks? Spotted anything peculiar last night or this morning?"

"No, I've been staying at Mitchell's."

"Good. We've had recent sighting reports of Braxton near Utah yesterday morning, I need you to get somewhere safe where he wouldn't suspect you to be. Can you do that for me?" Milton asked, a bit of panic in his voice. "I'm gonna need you to get out of Cainneville tomorrow, I'm sending down some escorts tonight to get you alright?"

"Yes," She replied. She pulled up to Mac's house and turned off her car, she stepped out of the vehicle and fished out her set of keys. She opened the door and stepped into the front room.

"Where are you now?" Milton asked, concern clear in his voice.

Audrey stood stock still, completely frozen in her place as a metallic muzzle pressed into the middle of her chest. "P-packing up my things," She mumbled quietly.

"Are you alright Audrey?" Milton asked in concern.

Audrey stared at a set of cold grey eyes, "I'm fine Chief, happy to be getting out of here." She lied cheerfully.

"Good. So the escorts will be at Mitchell's house at 9:30 tomorrow morning. Goodbye Audrey." Milton finalised.

"Goodbye Chief," She whispered.

Her cellphone was taken from her hand, and the phone call ended. The owner of the cold grey eyes smiled a smile that made Audrey's stomach drop to the floor with sickness and dread. "Hello Officer Jacks," He purred, "Have I been waiting for this day." He whistled.