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Rachel Roth sighed and entered her office. She had been feeling so tired lately, probably because she was having a lot of issues with her boyfriend, Malchior nowadays. She remembered how he had called her a bitch this morning, she felt that he had been mistreating her and had started taking her for granted.

"So early?" Asked a familiar voice, it was Garfield Logan. Rachel and him worked together for the FBI, though they had a very bumpy friendship at the start maybe because they were complete opposites of each other,with time it was all forgotten and were best friends now.

"We had a fight and he abused me, again," she said, "what about you?"

"I was just studying the Collins case," he said, "but Rae don't you think its getting more than enough."

"Listen, why don't we just get to this Collins case," she said, "I really look forward to work, so that I don't have to think about all this shit."

So they worked, in between Gar cracked some of his corny jokes and Rachel rolled her eyes and they did their usual stuff until it was lunch time.

"I'm damn sure that you didn't eat anything last night or this morning," he said, "so let's get your empty tummy filled up."

"How'd you know?" She asked, getting up.

"That's the everyday story," he shrugged, "that asshole spoils your mood and then you don't feel like eating anything."

"Gar,"

"What? He totally deserves that name." He said and she chuckled.

As they sat for lunch, he asked, "so what are you gonna do about it?"

"About what?"

"Don't play dumb Rae, you very well know what I'm talking about."

"I don't know," she said, "I'm really confused."

"I think its too much, he can't treat you like you're worthless."

"I know," she said, "as much as I want to leave him, I'm scared. We've spent two years together, after being so long in a relationship its not easy to forget everything and move on."

"Rae, you're the most strong woman I've ever seen, if he can't treat you correctly, then he's a jerk," he said, "besides, I think your Prince Charming is out there, you just need to see him."

"Gar, you don't mean?" Rachel said in shock.

"Yes I do." He said. This was a lot to take in, Garfield Logan was into her, Rachel Roth. This was so bizarre, he was so handsome and hot that almost every girl at work was after him, especially that receptionist Tara Markov. God, how shamelessly did she flirt with him and honestly she was a goddess in front of Rachel. But leaving all these, he had chosen her, he liked her of all people.

"But Gar-" she started.

"Leave it Rae," he interrupted, "forget I said anything."

"But you should think Rae," he said, "if today he can abuse you, then tomorrow he can even dare to hit you."

"Yeah," she said and they decided to go back to work. The rest of the day went pretty normal but Rachel couldn't still get over the fact that Gar liked her. And Then the most dreadful part of the day arrived for her, going home.

"Just think about what I said." Gar said.

"I will." She said and they parted ways.

Rachel was shocked when she entered her house, it was a complete mess, it looked as if a tornado had struck the house.

"Mal!" She yelled at the man who sitting lazily on the sofa and flipping the channels.

"Keep it down you're hurting my ears." He said. This was it, she had had enough, it was gonna happen today. She went over and switched off the television.

"What the heck's wrong with you!" He shouted at her.

"What the heck' s wrong with me?" She asked, "what the heck's wrong with you?! Look what you've made of the house."

"Its my house," he said, "I'll do whatever pleases me."

"No! Its my house," she cried, "in case you have forgotten, you were unemployed and couldn't afford a house. And for that matter you still can't."

"Are you calling me a loser?" He asked.

"That's what you are! Garfield was right." She yelled.

"So it's that jerk, huh?" He said.

"Gar's no jerk, you are!"

"You've said enough!" He yelled, "take your words back, you demon."

"Its the truth." She hissed.

"I'll show you." He lifted his hand to slap her but she caught it in mid-air, twisted his arm and threw him on the ground.

"How dare you," she said, tears streaming down her face, "get out of my house."

She picked up her phone and called the person she really needed right now. A few minutes later a knock came from the door at first Rachel panicked but soon relief swept over her when she heard Gar's voice. She opened the door and in his hands was a bottle of wine.

"Your favourite," he entered, "whoa, what happened her?"

Rachel hugged him and told him everything that happened.

"Rae I'm so proud of you." He said, pouring the blood red wine into a glass, "you have some wine, I'll go clean this mess."

About an hour later Gar finished cleaning up and Rachel had finished half of the bottle.

He sat next to her and asked, "you feel better now?"

"You care about me so much Gar," she said, "why didn't I find you earlier."

Then she kissed him, he quickly melted in the kissed but soon realised that it was wrong and pulled away.

"No Rae, this is wrong. You're drunk, you don't know what you're doing, I can't take advantage of you." He said and left.

The next morning Rachel, as usual went to work and greeted Gar, "good morning."

"Morning," he said, "Rae, about last night-"

"Gar," Rachel interrupted.

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

And then she kissed him. This was no fairy tale but he really was her Prince Charming and now everything would be just fine.