Doors Behind Doors

"How did you find him so quickly?" Dean asked, back at the hotel they were staying at where AJ had managed to track down where Derek lived a few hours after they had let him get away. AJ also had the recording of him saying what he said to them on her phone and also remembered the email address which he had showed them on his phone.

"I went to law school for five years." AJ said, "You learn tricks." She nodded, standing up from the computer and gathering her things, "If we can get him to go to the police, tell them what he was told to do, show them the email, that's enough to put the case back up in the air again at least." AJ nodded, getting her things together as Dean nodded.

"Do you remember the email?" Ben asked her.

"Yeah, it's written down over there somewhere." AJ pointed over to the desk where she had been working, "We could track that down too. That might lead us to the actual killer. Why he would contact a random technician is beyond me but… maybe he had something against him too." She shrugged, "I don't know." She shook her head as Dean picked up on the TV in the corner of the room documenting the five o'clock breaking news.

"Hold up." Dean shook his head, grabbing the remote and turning it up as they all turned around and looked on. AJ walked over to the TV, not believing her eyes or ears as it appeared their only source of evidence. The only light they'd managed to find… had been found dead in a street around an hour ago.

"Oh my God." AJ shook her head as Dean's grip tightened on the remote, listening as the anchor woman explained that this death was being treated as a murder.

"Fucking bullshit!" Dean yelled, throwing the TV remote across the wall hard as AJ jumped, "Fuck!" Dean yelled angrily, placing his hands in his dirty blonde hair.

"Alright, calm down." Ben said.

"Don't tell me to calm down." Dean hissed whilst AJ stood in front of the TV in shock. They had only spoke to the man a few hours ago. She couldn't help wonder if he had been killed as he ran away from them. Had he been killed because someone saw him speaking to them? Was he dead because of them?

Suddenly she needed a seat.

"What are we gonna do?" Ben asked as AJ walked over to the bed and sighed, taking a deep breath and sitting some paperwork down beside her.

"I can't fucking believe this." Dean grumbled, running his hand over his face forcefully as AJ just shook her head.

"He… someone must have been watching us." AJ said, looking up at Ben, "Someone must have saw that we… we had something to use as evidence and they… they killed him before we got the chance to do anything." AJ shook her head.

"We have the phone recording." Ben said, "I mean… that's something. We have the email address."

"He could have spoken to the police." AJ sighed, starting to feel like they were just going round in circles, "He said he had three kids." She shook her head.

"Shouldn't have been helping put innocent people in prison then." Dean spat, having absolutely no sympathy for anyone who had worked against his brother to put him on death row. No one.

"Alright, it's not over yet." Ben nodded, "If we can figure out who is behind this email address, that's a big break through." He suggested.

"And what if this is just… breaking through door after door, with no answers?" She asked, "The cops aren't going to care about the recording we got. It could be anyone from their point of view." AJ said.

"This is just a bump we've hit, alright?" Ben said.

"It's more than just a bump, someone desperately wants us to stay away from this… what if we end up dead ourselves?" AJ said, starting to show just a little fear now that she had realised what they were really getting into.

"We won't." Ben said, "C'mon, you're the smartest attorney I know." Ben smiled as Dean looked over and rolled his eyes.

"So what do we do now? Now that our only source of evidence is dead?" Dean asked them.

"I think we should look at this email." Ben nodded.

"We can't just send an email to the address and say that it's the attorney representing Phil Brooks, wanna talk to us?" AJ shook her head, "This is a mess." She sighed, rubbing her forehead.

"What about the Mexican guy?" Dean asked, "That gave Lorenzo the job for Pearce and Kane. The drug cartel guy?" Dean said as AJ stood up.

"What was his name again?" AJ spoke to herself, looking through her notes and finding it, "Alberto Del Rio?" AJ questioned, "Wait.." She paused, looking down at the name, "Where is that address… the email address?" AJ asked.

"Here." Ben said, handing the piece of paper with it written down over to her.

"A.D.R." AJ said, looking on at the letters in the email address along with the numbers, "It's him." AJ nodded, looking up at Dean who walked towards her as Ben looked across at her, "It's his initials. And he set up the job here." AJ said with a smile as Dean raised his eyebrows.

"Could be a coincidence." Dean said, "With the letters."

"Or it could be him." AJ said, "We need to find him." She nodded, turning to Ben and smiling as he smiled back, "Ok, we need to find him."

"What are you doing?" AJ smiled, sitting up in bed with her legs crossed, her books out in front of her as she felt her boyfriend playing around with her back, kissing her torso and neck every now and then, distracting her in other words whilst Hooch lay in his bed in their room fast asleep. He was lazy like Punk, she always liked to say. The Summer had come and gone and she was heading her way into her third year of law school. She could feel the work load intensifying and she knew that now she was in her third year, she would be going on placement a lot of the time, and perhaps would be away from home quite a lot, which saddened her at the thought of not seeing her boyfriend, her puppy and Dean, but pursuing her career meant a lot to her.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Punk smirked as she laughed.

"I have work to do." She told him.

They'd had a wonderful summer, just like all the previous ones before that. They'd went on a camping trip, they spent some well-deserved alone time in the apartment, they went away for a weekend to a hotel, they went to BBQ's hosted by some of the guys in Punk's work. It was great, and a reminder of how great it was to spend time together.

"Do you really have to do it? It's Saturday." Punk moaned as AJ laughed a little.

"Yeah, I have to do it." AJ smiled, feeling him tackle her down onto her back as she laughed.

"You don't really have to do it." Punk shook his head, kissing her neck as she smiled to herself, rolling her head back, rolling over on top of him.

"You're a real bad influence." She whispered between kissing his lips, "Real bad." She shook her head, crawling down his body as he smirked looking down at her.

"Who said I didn't just want a kiss?" Punk smirked as she just laughed to herself, disappearing under the sheets as he could still see her face.

"You never just want a kiss, Phil Brooks." She smirked, pulling his boxers down, wrapping her hand around his length and stroking him up and down as he moaned quietly and looked down at her, "Someone's awake this morning." She smirked, feeling him get hard already, stroking him up and down as he smirked, watching as she then placed her mouth around him.

"Fuck, Ape." Punk moaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair as she bobbed her head up and down on him, rolling her tongue to the base of his length, feeling him hit the back of her throat and then moving back up, going back and forth from using her hand to her mouth.

"Yo!" Dean knocked at the bedroom door as AJ didn't even budge, continuing to use her mouth on him as Punk laughed to himself, knowing she was doing deliberately to torture him.

"W-What?" Punk said.

"I'm going for breakfast. What do you two want?" He asked. He knew better than to walk into their room. It was a danger zone for his eyes most of the time.

"Tell him I'm having my breakfast right now." AJ moaned smirking up to him, wrapping her mouth back around him as Punk groaned to himself and watched her, feeling himself getting closer to the edge.

"Do you guys want the usual?" Dean asked.

"Mhm… yeah." Punk said.

"What about drinks?" Dean asked casually as Punk rolled his eyes.

"The usual, Dean." Punk said angrily, running his hands over his face, looking down as AJ started deep throating him, trying his best not to moan to loud, hoping his brother would disappear from behind the door.

It was a regular occurrence for them to all have a day off on Saturday, and they'd have breakfast together every morning.

"Can I take some money?" Dean asked, "I'm not paid for another week." He said as Punk placed his hand on his forehead whilst AJ just laughed to herself and continued to bob her head up and down on him.

"Yes." Punk replied, "Just go." Punk said with frustration as AJ smiled, using her hand on him.

"Ok, I'm going." Dean announced, leaving from behind their door and heading for the front door to the apartment as Punk sighed with relief, starting to feel himself lose it as AJ continued to use her mouth and hand on him, until he finally let go and spilled himself in her mouth as she took everything he had to offer, a few bits running down her cheek as she smiled to herself, pushing her books off the bed and climbing back up his body.

She wiped her face with her finger, then put her finger in her mouth as she lay on top of him, looking into his eyes as he smirked.

"I reckon we have an hour." AJ said, "By the time Dean tries to remember what our usual actually is." She nodded, kissing him as he laughed against her lips.

"I'd say two hours." Punk replied as she smirked, feeling him roll them over so she was on her back, watching as he disappeared down her body, pulling her shorts and panties down and burying his face between her legs as she arched her back and moaned to herself.

Everything was perfect. She was so happy surrounded by people who cared about her. Even when things were tough, when her illness got in the way and sometimes she didn't want to get out of bed, they accepted that, they were there for her just like they always were, and just like she was for them. They were the only family she ever needed.

"Brooks! Dinner." A warden said, opening up the shutter to Punk's cell door as Punk walked over and took the tray that had been slid through.

"Wait a minute, boss." Punk said, sitting his breakfast down on his bed and grabbing the piece of paper he had been given earlier, "Uh… I filled this in." He said, handing the piece of paper through the shutter as the warden, whom he couldn't see, grabbed it from him.

"Cinnamon waffles." The warden nodded as he looked at the piece of paper, "Alright, man." The warden sighed, "Waffles it is." He said as Punk nodded, watching as the shutter closed over, walking back over to his bed and sitting down.

He hoped he wouldn't have to sit down and have his last meal, but… he decided to fill it in anyway. He also didn't want to fill in who he wanted at his final visitation, but he didn't have the choice. He couldn't live on hope. He had to be realistic and accept the possibility that his life could be coming to an end. Which was a crazy, scary place for his mind to be at. But the last thing he wanted to see before dying was an empty room. He wanted the only two people he'd ever loved, besides his mother, there in the room to say goodbye, to tell them one final time that he loved them.

Later that night, after agreeing to figure out a way to find Alberto… AJ, Ben and Dean decided to have an early night. A lot had gone on and AJ had felt a headache coming on and had crashed in bed the minute Dean left to go to his room.

Whilst AJ lay fast asleep, Ben lay awake and watched her. Her determination to free a man whom she once loved almost rubbed him the wrong way, but he knew their own love was real. After meeting in their last year of law school, things just took off. At first he assumed he was a rebound. At the time she was still pretty hung up on her ex, but as time passed, they created their own life, pursuing in exciting careers, buying their first house together, getting married, all things that he knew she'd never get from the man sitting on death row.

He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, smiling on at her as she slept so peacefully, getting out of bed and wandering around the dim room over to the desk where her cell phone sat.

He knew her passcode, she wasn't secretive, she had no reason to be. They had an honest relationship. She was an honest person, and extremely loyal which he loved most about her.

He went into her phone and got the voice recording she had taken of their now dead source of evidence, pressing his finger on the trash can icon and selecting to delete the recording, looking over at her in bed and smiling to himself.

He placed her phone back down and made his way back into bed with her, wrapping his arms around her.

A/N: Let me know what you think!