Wow! Thank you so much for your awesome reviews! Yes, that was my first time writing smut and I'm glad to see that I did well! Mission accomplished. So therefore I'll have more Blake and Mag smuts in later chapters. Special thanks to, natalieblack2, disneyylandacidtrip, BritanyJean, Wolflihood, taiga, Ally, and Lordoftheringschick2000!

So in this chapter we face the aftermath of their sober escapade and we discover a little of the truth why Maggie doesn't want a relationship. If you guys have any thoughts towards her reason (or if you don't like her reason and have a better one) tell me in a REVIEW! I love all of your thoughts!

-yesiamweird

I was late.

I hated being late… Even if it was just to open the shop for our co-workers and I to do inventory on the stock. I had 10 minutes and a fifteen minute walk from my apartment to make it. My palms seemed to sweat from the anxiety of my tardiness and it became hard to open the wrapper of the cheese stick I managed to grab before leaving the apartment in a frantic hurry. Originally I wanted to grab a bite at the coffee shop right next door to JRW Suits and Ties, but that had been out of the question as I sprinted out of John's bed this morning.

After waking up in an empty bed this morning, I had a sudden burst of realization to what happened the night before and cursed at my sexual vulnerability. I was disgusted with the fact that I felt normal after seeing my friends die by being fucked like a pornstar, then again…I really needed my head cleared. If being fucked was the only way, then so be it.

The wind blew slightly and I had to react quickly to hold back the ends of my hair so that it would distract my walking pace. The streets of Gotham were slightly crowded, but then again it was the mid-morning time when jobs and stores usually opened.

Turning around the corner, my mind wondered towards the thought of finding my clothes from last night folded neatly and placed on Blake's desk. How ironic, that he would refuse to clean his room but had enough decency to fold both our clothes before I woke up. I swore I would never understand his logic.

As I picked out the melted pieces of cheddar stuck in my molars, a vibrant blue sign caught my eye causing me to double take to examine the poster in detail. Despite stopping in the middle of the sidewalk only a few pedestrians stumbled on my form but overall they kept a distance from my reading.

REMEMBER HARVEY DENT DAY

BECAUSE WE STILL BELIEVE IN HARVEY DENT

The infamous head shot of the DA of Gotham was plastered on the poster board as well as a picture of the collectible 'I believe in Harvey Dent' button. Dent Day was tomorrow…I thought staring into Harvey Dent's eyes.

I shook my head trying to remove the image of those hazel orbs as my feet continued along with the crowd. There was supposed to be a huge gala at the Wayne Mansion and a bunch of cops were supposed to be in attendance to support the Commissioner and the rest of the police force, but because of Blake's stunt at the shooting he was taken off the list as an added punishment.

I felt horrible remembering the evening Blake complained to me about not being at the ceremony but it wasn't like he would really miss it. The whole thing was being tapped and broadcasted on the local 6 news.

Humming a random tune silently to myself, I quickened my walk as the suit shop came into view. No one had been waiting on me, so I figured I had made it on time. Thank goodness…all that worrying for nothing.

I dug frantically into my purse to find the keys to the side of the building and placed the sliver key into the hole. As I pushed aside the door, the lingering smell of metallic filled the room even though the bodies had been cleared the day of the incident. I made sure to avoid the area where Brent had lay dead with his head exploded on the title floor but I couldn't stop my head from looking in the direction. An orange tint had been imbedded into the floor even though I was assured they cleaned the shop but blood was one of those stains that was too hard to remove.

"Hey there."

I turned my back to face my co-worker of three years. "Hey Matthew…" I nodded placing my purse on the bare countertop. "How you hanging in there?" I questioned with a soft smile. He had very tanned skin, dark brown hair, a strong and healthy body with a bright white smile and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His charm and good looks almost threatened my own position of being JW's number one. Luckily, I had two years on him.

"Okay. I wasn't here unlike you," He walked towards my position with arms out. I embraced his hug enjoying the comfort after feeling like the weight of the world had been riding on my shoulders. He patted my shoulder in the midst of our friendly hug, "How are you doing with everything? Dealing with it, I mean."

"Good I guess…" I looked to the spot near an empty rack where JW had been shot. The cleaners must have destroyed the collared shirts that once hung on that specific rack while JW bleed to death. "I think… It's just, ugh…" I buried my face into my palm trying my best to stop the tears from escaping.

"Hey, there there." Matt pulled me into another, deeper hug. "Don't think about it," He pulled back brushing a hair from my face, "Kay?"

I nodded and then looked to the door as the bell on the handle chimed indicating someone had entered. My heart sunk from the saddening look in the visitors eyes.

"Oh hey…" Matt pulled back even further trying not to make our rendezvous too conspicuous. "How's it going Blake?"

John kept his jaw clenched as he strode in his cop uniform. "I thought you had paperwork to focus on?" I crossed my arms making sure not to lose eye contact with him.

He smiled despite the anger plastered over his face. Ever since Matthew joined the suit shop Blake had been jealous the first night Matt walked me home. "Well I have some leads on the whereabouts of the paperwork the thieves stole." He threw a manila folder on top of my purse, "I figured I'd stop by after I finished my own paperwork."

My attention focused from Blake to the folder. My hands reached out and I skimmed through the pages quickly while the two men tried to keep their conversation civilized.

"How's life as a cop?"

"Just fine." Blake nodded and then chuckled looking to the floor. "You know the best thing about being a cop?" I saw Matthew raise his head from the corner of my eye. "The fact that I carry a gun on hand everywhere I go."

"Blake." I warned softly continuing to read.

"No seriously, plus the fact I took a two week course to learn how to shoot the damn thing and-"

"BLAKE!" I threw my hands down continuing to hold the file in my fingertips. "Please, not now. We have work to do…" I walked around to the back of the register while Matt took a step back from Blake. "Do you know if Ian is on his way?"

Matthew shook his head and I changed my focus on my roommate. "Thanks for this." I waved the folder in the air and then turned my back. "Are you going to be home tonight?"

"Why does it matter?"

I turned back to glare at John. We did not need to have a fight, not in front of my co-worker or in the shop…not now. "You know," Matthew nodded with a frown, "I'm gonna go put my stuff down in the back and get inventory lists. Be back in a minute. Nice to see you again, Blake."

John nodded with his jaw clenched tighter than before. "Yea you too!"

"Blake, seriously?" I rolled my eyes throwing my purse underneath the counter and out of the way.

"What do you mean? I come in here and see you two!" he ran a hand through his short hair while the other hand placed on his hip, "And after last night." He whispered shaking his head slowly.

"Last night was nothing." I continued to avoid his gaze picking up the random items on the counter.

Blake clutched my wrist forcefully, but not hard enough to cause me pain. "Oh really? Nothing?" He snarled showing his teeth. "You know Maggie, when are you going to realize there are people that care about you? Just because your parents didn't doesn't mean I don't! When are you going to realize that!?"

We both stood there staring at one another waiting for the moment one of us would cave into the tension surrounding us. As much as I'd love to punch him square in the jaw, I kept my ground not daring to budge my hand from his hold. Eventually, he was the one to cave in after another moment or two. He threw my hand down and turned his back taking a few steps towards the door.

"I'm going to the baseball field. The kids have a game at two. So if I'm not home that's where I am." His voice was sharp from our argument. I was beyond pissed off at him at the moment, but there always seemed to be a soft spot specially designed in my brain for him. His statement began to repeat in my ears, 'When are you going to realize there are people that care about you?'

"John!" I looked up watching him turn his head towards me, "For what it's worth…I really am sorry you have to miss Dent Day tomorrow." Blake nodded and then continued forward exiting the room with the bell chiming in my head.

"Is uh, everything alright?" Matthew came out from the back after a moment or two. I nodded brushing a hand through my long blonde hair, "Everything is fine." I added looking down at my hand, the same hand John had just grabbed. "Everything is just as it should be…"