Here we go... I don't own anything but my character Alex! Enjoy ;)
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It had been a week.
One whole week since Barrett's murder.
And one whole week since Jon had seen Alex.
Jon hadn't seen or heard from her, even though they lived down the damn hall from each other. When she stopped texting back, he figured she was busy with Kylie or... Work. But when she stopped coming by, he figured it was something more.
It was like she vanished... But unknowingly to him, she was avoiding him. Finn had literally put the fear of God in her and she was finally abiding by their rules: no DEA and no Jon.
She couldn't risk it, now knowing what kind of men Finn and the rest of the Irishmen were... They were ruthless and they would certainly kill her as well as Jon in a heartbeat.
Jon was still trying to figure out why he didn't try to call her himself, or walk the few steps to her door just to see her. It was something he found himself asking as he sat in his chair, swaying back and forth out of habit. Maybe he figured space was the best thing... But he should have learned from that from his previous marriage.
Regardless, he missed her laugh, her smile... He missed everything about Alex. He'd even start to question if he did something or said something wrong, but racking his brain repeatedly didn't help. "What the fuck," he mumbled to himself, rubbing his temples and throwing his head back. He was exhausted, the new found stress of his Alex situation clashing with this never ending case.
His eyes slowly wandered to the case file sitting in front of him, the new report of Barrett's murder hanging out. He felt like he was missing something...
You're missing her...
He groaned. He needed to get away, maybe clear his head for a bit. So that's what he did... He got up from his chair, slipped on his jacket and bolted for the door. He climbed into his car and drove out of the parking lot, driving down the road unsure of which direction to head in.
"Just fucking call her, man," he mumbled to himself as he found himself driving back to the scene of the crime. He didn't exactly understand why he wound up down that alley, but he felt like maybe this is where he needed to be... He felt like maybe he'd find something.
He passed through the broken police tape, his hands shoved in his pockets as he inspected the area. He'd been over the scene with forensics and gathered as much information as he could but he still felt drawn to this place.
He walked back to his car, grabbing a flash light from the glove box and walked back to the scene. He shined the light across the wall, the garbage bin and to the ground. Slowly he walked down the alley, settling for the back wall of some business. He sighed heavily, the light shining against the ground as his arm dropped to the side. His eyes followed and he quickly squinted at what he saw.
Silver.
It was something silver and it glimmered against the light from the flashlight. He picked a pen out of his pocket, kneeling down. He prodded the silver strand, using the pen to pick it up. He shined the light against it certain he'd seen it before... The last night he saw her actually.
Turning his hand his eyes scanned the small charm hanging from the bracelet- a small heart with the name 'Kylie' engraved in the center.
It was Alex's bracelet.
XXX
"What the hell happened Alex?" Colby pestered, following her through the busy club. She refused to talk about what had happened that night with Finn, instead learning to keep her mouth shut and accept her worth to these men.
"Nothing," she mumbled, stepping into his office with him following closely behind. He shut the door and locked it, standing in front of her. "Please Alex... You haven't been the same," he urged.
"I haven't been the same since I meant those Irish," she was quick to snap. If this were Finn or Sheamus she'd probably be on the floor, grabbing at her throbbing cheek courtesy of a smack across the face. But Colby hadn't lost his ways like the others. Instead he threw his head back, knowing this situation was somewhat his fault. "I know," he said quietly. "But please... Tell me what happened. Maybe I can fix it."
"How can you fix this mess?" She questioned, her voice threatening to reach new heights. "I'm stuck... What I saw the other night definitely proved that."
"What did you see?" he asked.
She sighed, the grisly images quickly swarming her mind. "I saw Finn kill someone... Right in front of me, like I was meant to see the whole thing."
"Shit..."
"It's because they've seen me with someone who works for the DEA."
"I know that," Colby admitted.
"I didn't tell him anything. I don't even know anything... I've just been seeing him, that's it. That's the truth."
"I believe you," he nodded, "It's Sheamus that doesn't..."
"I know. And if I walk outta line or say the wrong thing I'll be fucking dead... So how the hell can you fix any of this, Colby?" She whispered, tears threatening to fall from her eyes.
He didn't know what to say. He'd let her fall down this rabbit hole and it was all his doing. It was all his fault. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close to his chest as she sobbed uncontrollably. That's all he could do while he pondered his next move. Even though Finn set the murder up as if King executed it, The Irish were crucial to his business and their exit strategy was ultimately death... There was really no way out for either of them.
So all he could do was console her and feed her a bullshit line of "everything will be okay."
"You need to do something," she whispered, "Before it's too late... Please, think of Kylie."
She was really testing him... Could he give up The Irish in exchange for his life for this woman he cared for?
XXX
"Whatcha got there, man?" Joe asked as Jon twiddled the silver bracelet between his fingers. He was confined to his desk, going back and forth with the idea that Alex was a part of this case. She couldn't be... Just like the witness had said, she looked as though she was there against her will. But there was evidence left behind that connected her to all of this and he didn't want to believe that this girl he was beginning to develop feelings for had something to do with this obsession of a case.
"Uh, it's nothing... Alex left it in my car the other night," he lied. He wasn't going to say a word about her possible involvement till he actually got her side of the story.
Joe nodded, pounding his fist against Dean's. "Well I'm out, man... See you in the morning."
"See ya," Jon breathed, staring at the clock emanating from his computer screen. It was eleven on the nose and he decided to pack it in for the night as well. He stuffed the bracelet into his jean pocket and left the station, his car roaring onto the street.
His fingers drummed against the steering wheel impatiently, his thoughts annoying him.
He wanted to see her... He wanted her more than ever.
As he hit a red light it was like all his worry fled his mind, instead images of their last night together taking their place. He remembered their outing to Big Al's again and the shitty jukebox she found interest in.
The way she moved her hips as she had her hands pressed against the sides of the machine was tantalizing to the men gawking and staring her way. But a smirk tugged at his lips, knowing he was the one pulling her close and kissing those luscious lips at the end of the night.
Something he wished he was doing right about now.
He pulled into the parking garage, slowly slinking out of his car and dragging his feet to the elevator. Once he stepped foot inside he didn't expect to see her as the doors opened to reveal their floor.
She was standing in front of her door and it was obvious she'd been crying as she wiped at her face quickly. It was like a switch magically turned on and he was standing behind her in mere seconds, wanting nothing more than to console her.
She knew he was standing behind her once he placed his hand on her arm. "Alex..." He mumbled.
She was fearful to even utter something in return. After witnessing the murder it was like having to live with looking over her shoulder, constantly. These Irish were smart and were always a million steps in front of everyone... What if somehow they were watching her every move, or Jon's.
So she shook her head, stepping away from his touch.
"Talk to me," he urged.
She couldn't. She physically couldn't, and again she shook her head. So he slowly spun her around to face him, his eyes softening once he got a good look at her. She looked so fragile, the complete opposite to what he was used to seeing. Her tear stained cheeks and the red of her eyes were off putting and sad... He didn't wanna see her like this.
"I can't," she whispered.
"Yes you can... Remember?"
She shook her head. He reached into his pocket, pulling out her silver bracelet. Once it glimmered in her eyes, her heart stopped. He knew she was a part of this.
"I can't," she repeated, slowly grabbing it from his hands.
"Alex..."
"Jon... They'll kill me and you if I do," she whispered, her eyes glossy with tears.
He was left watching her turn her back, wiping her eyes and slipping her key into the slot. He wanted to stop her and say something, anything to convince her she was safe and had nothing to worry about with him being around. But for reasons he didn't and probably would never understand, he let her walk into her apartment after whispering an "I'm sorry."