we're not covering this up !!

❝ not a fan of it, sorry. ❞

Ben panted, quickly moving away from the body as he heard footsteps. “Okay.” He dropped the knife, immediately showing his hands. “Listen, I can explain…..somehow. It’s not what it looks like.” As he spoke, he was trying to think of a reasonable excuse in his head that didn’t include saying he was a shapeshifter.

she watched him slowly as her irises narrowed, seeing every single one of his moments the moment the knife entered the other man. she quickly stepped out of the shadows, making her way over to the injured party of the crim she had just WITNESS. ❝ then you BETTER start explaining BEFORE i arrest you. ❞

The woman’s presence seemed to chase the demon away. Their kind didn’t want exposure to the public, so the demon bolted. Once gravity took over, Sam fell to the floor. “It wasn’t me, it was some guy who couldn’t hold his liquor.” 

the agent raised an eyebrow before leaning down as she grabbed the man's chin, turning his head with a short lived laugh. ❝ you are the one that STINKS of the alcohol. at least your BREATHE does. ❞

charlie finally find the time to put away the case & enjoy time out of her apartment. the first place she found herself going to was the bar. she needed a drink or maybe even THREE at this point. but she knew from past experience that she did not need to get WASTED again. it wouldn't be the SMARTEST idea. as she walked into the bar, her eyes widened as she looked over at the man that was now on the floor, a short exhaled left her lips before shaking her head, ❝ you picked the wrong fight, it looks like. ❞

          ––– “it’s FREEZING in my room… do you mind if i stay in yours for a little bit?? just until i warm up enough to go back.”

❝ not like my room is ANY better but go for it. just no screaming, i'm hungover & trying to read a new case. ❞

[3/5] Group/teams: Graceland House (Graceland)

she had been drinking which resulting her poor decisions to go track down paul. she should have been avoiding him. giving herself time to think, to go over everything that had happened in graceland. that had happened between the two of them. but the alcohol that had consumed over the past two hours were clogging up her thought process. her heart was steadily beating against her lungs, against her rib cage as she stood in front of the door. she had made the unwise decison of drunkenly texting him & showing up at his apartment. she wouldn’t be surprised of this ended in him telling her that drinking wasn’t going to solve anything. like she didn’t already know that. she knew it. she just went against it for the night. probably wouldn’t have happened if the case she had working on didn’t crash & burn around her. as she used one knuckle to knock on the door, she backed away like she had suddenly figured out what she was doing was a horrible idea. but her feet didn’t lead her anywhere else. she was glued where she was standing, staring at the door until his face finally appeared. was he really sleeping?? he looked like he had just rolled out of bed but she knew him. he was a terrible morning person. anyone at graceland knew that, although johnny seemed to get just as much fun out of it. her lips parted like she was going to say something but she couldn’t remember what she originally came here to say. the alcohol wasn’t the brightest of ideas on her part. she never learned. finding the strength to move her legs around, she walked over to him ( more like stumbling but she was hoping it was all in her head. ), her hands reached out and find their way to his chest, her brows creased together as her dark pupiles looked up at him, ❝ i probably had some great speech thought it, but i FORGOT it. but paul, i’ve got a better idea. ❞ her words were beyond slurred as she put the pressure of standing on her toes, her arms moved around his neck, her fingertips ran along the back of his neck as her teeth grazed his earlobe. ❝ kiss me, paulie. ❞ she figured while she was drunk, she could push the fear of trusting him again down, the fear of the man he had become right before her eyes & only think of the man that she had loved, the man that she still loved before he fell into darkness.

he had never been a morning person, even when he had been younger. he just didn’t see the point in waking up that early and yet, here he was. rolling out of bed at the sound of someone knocking. how the fuck he could hear it from where he was, was beyond him. he’d grumble and curse and tossed things to the bedroom door, in order to ˢᶤˡᵉᶰᵗ the ｉｎｃｅｓｓａｎｔ noise. his shoe’s would fly towards the door and bounce off of it, before sliding across the floor and he would do it, again, and repeat the process, before he got totally FΣD up and decided to get to his feet and make his way to the front-room to answer the fucking door.  ❝do you know what time it is?❞ hell, he didn’t even know what time it was, but he knew it was fucking early and all he wanted to do was go back to sleep. yet, when he had opened the door. he was taken by surprise at the figure standing before him. ❝charlie, what are ya -❞ he didn’t even need to finish the sentence. he could 𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓁 the alcohol on her breath and he would wrinkle his nose a little, before stepping outside of the apartment. leaving the door wide open, in the process. god, she was 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. ❝damn it, chuck❞ he should push her away. send her home, but apart of him wanted her there. was this some sort of ＴＥＳＴ? it felt like a fucking test and he didn’t like it, one bit. he wouldn’t do a thing, when she brought her hands up and lay them against his chest. his brows raising, slightly, with each ᵃᵍᵒᶰᶤᶻᶤᶰᵍˡʸ ˢˡᵒʷ˒ ᵖᵃᶤᶰᶠᵘˡ ˢᵉᶜᵒᶰᵈ. ❝yeah, listen, chuck. i -❞ he would start and inch himself forward, his arms would find their way around her tiny frame and he would pull her slightly closer towards him. it was nice, having her in his arms and yet, this felt so wrong. ❝uhm -❞ he would suck in a breath as her teeth gently grazed his earlobe. god, she knew how to hit all the right buttons, didn’t she?  ❝as much as i would love to, babe. this is wrong and you are drunk. you wouldn’t do this if you were sober.❞ was he seriously, going to push her away? he should. he knew he should, but he really didn’t want to and yet, he knew, that after those words had been said, he instantly regretted them, but he should roll with it, right? do the right thing for once and send her home, or at least bring her inside and give her his bed, while he slept on the couch. yeah, he would do that. ❝come on, inside, babe.❞, he would unwrap his arms from around her lithe petite figure and took her by the hand and arm and led her inside. ❝i am not going to kiss you. not when you are like this. you’d just regret it. we both would.❞ he is chewing on the inside of his cheek as he kicked the door closed behind them, before leading her over to the couch and helped her to sit down. ❝how much did you have to drink, chucky?❞ he would need to get her a buckle, some water and a rag. he would lightly press a kiss to her forehead. ( the only kiss she would get from him that night, or so he hoped. ), before leaving her for just a little while, to fetch himself something she could use to vomit in, as well as a rag and a bottle of water and maybe some painkillers for the impending headache, he was sure, she was going to get. ❝hey, hey, chuck. here.❞ setting the things he had gathered down on the table beside the couch, he would sit down and let her fall against him and wrap his arms around her frame and hold her, close to him, threading his fingers through her disheveled locks. ❝damn it. i know this is going to sound hypocritical on my part, but drinking doesn’t solve anything, charlie.❞ he just wanted her to be safe, happy, and drinking like she had told him, that she was neither, than again, he knew she was better off without him, in her life.

she wanted her through process back. she wanted the feeling of having no control gone. this wasn’t good. she knew that she was going to HATE herself in the morning. her head was going to be pounding & if she was really unlucky, she was going to be puking most of the morning away or night. possibly both. she didn’t even try to stop the laugh that fell from her lips as she listened to him struggle with his words. it was nice to know that she was still able to effect him. that she still knew how to get under his skins, just like he still got under her skin. especially if he tried. a unpleasant grumble fell from her lips as she shook her head, ❝ you don’t know what i’d do cause yo—- you don’t know me. ❞ she creased her brows together. was her voice off to anyone else?? or was it just HER. more than likely just her. she was drunk after all. nothing really sounded right. it all sounded extremely S L O W E D down. she didn’t wanna go inside. she wanted to stay right here. she wanted to get what she wanted. she was tired of being sober. she was tired of constantly being stuck in her head. she deserved a break, didn’t she?? she did. after all she not only lost the man she loved, she lost the child she never got to know. the child that she WANTED to know. it was such bullshit. she stumbled her way into his apartment, her brows lifted in confusion as she tried to keep pace with him. but she didn’t know this room. she had never been in his room. she probably still wouldn’t have if she hadn’t started drinking. where was jakes when she needed him?? she could use his advise. he always seemed to set her straight if briggs wasn’t around. as she felt the couch come up from underneath her, she giggled before bouncing on the couch, her arms stretched out as her fingers ran over the soft fabric of the couch. she wanted to ignore him but his voice just kept ringing in her ears. she didn’t know how much she drank & she didn’t really care enough to keep track so she let that question slipped by. ❝ drinking has solved a lot so far. i feel great. minus my ego since you rejected me. ❞ her eyes slowly found his face. there was two briggs. shit, that’s more than she was able to handle. a low groan escaped her throat as she fell face down on the couch, squeezing her eyes shut.

–Stephen King

for a while, he did contemplate not giving any answer whatsoever. it would mean betting on charlie thinking she shouldn’t press it; but she knew him too well for that. she c a r e d too much about him to let it slide, too. though that was an incredibly comforting thought, mike didn’t want to worry her. ( mike didn’t want to worry anyone, ever. ) the look on her face paired with the physical and mental fatigue the events of the day had brought on, however, meant that – with slumped shoulders – he gave IN. a deep breath was inhaled, light brows crinkling momentarily. “there’s this guy… wants to be a huge deal in arms someday, but he’s getting nowhere fast with the competition.” the agent paused, eyes squeezing shut in an attempt to get himself back on track. “i planned a meet, starting asking questions and he squirmed. got scared… couldn’t get him back on track, so here we are.” mike offered a small smile, blue eyes meeting charlie’s. { @gracelacd }

the silence that fell between them was not a c o m f o r t a b l e one. he missed that, missed the times when the entire house could sit in silence – ( whether it was completely silent or the tv was on in the background didn’t matter ) it was nice to have each other’s company. no day was a breeze in graceland, sometimes all a person needed to begin even THINKING about processing all they’d seen that day, was company. charlie was an angel in that respect, she understood without asking what everyone needed – she seemed to instinctively know if something needed to be left alone to stew for a while ( and especially if something needed to be PRESSED, mike found this came up a lot more often with him than anyone else. ) he was unbelievably grateful for all charlie had ever done, and said. that was likely why he felt obligated to be honest; she deserved his honesty at the very l e a s t. his head tilted up slightly, a smile twitching at his lips despite the ache radiating through his e n t i r e being at such a small action. “not the first time you’ve said that to me, huh?” it wouldn’t be the last, either.

since his first day charlie had always liked mike. she was able to tell that he meant well & it was always refreshing watching him around johnny. she cared about everyone in graceland, but there was something about mike that caused a soft spot in charlie to grow. if she could without causing risk to people around her, including H E R S E L F she'd drop everything & run to mike whenever he needed her. but lately since graceland fell to shit she hadn't really heard much from mike. in truth she hadn't heard much from anyone, though she still called to check up on jakes. dale jakes was definitely a complex man or at least that's what he tried to make everyone think he was, but he was the sweetest man she had ever met. he deserved to find happiness & she was grateful that he did find it after a too long of a period of sadness in her EYES as she exhaled longly, a small laugh escaped her without her even really recgonizing it. ❝ no, it's not. & knowing you, it won't be the last. ❞ she smiled up at him before reaching up, letting the palm of her hand lightly rest against his cheek. ❝ just try to be more careful when it comes to your face. you know it's the only thing you got going with the LADIES. ❞ charlie raised her brows as her facial features soften while relaxation took control of her body.

❝ jesus, did you ever ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ me?? did you really think i would 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕣𝕥 or child?? did you think i 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉𝖓'𝖙 find out?? were you really 𝑜𝓀𝒶𝓎 with killing mike?? would you have кιℓℓє∂ me if you 𝕜𝕟𝕖𝕨 it was me & not mike?? for fucks sake, what was the whole ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ in us when you kept 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝔂𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 a secret?? do you m i s s me?? ❞

❝ like i said i was AFRAID. i didn’t know what you were going to do. turn me in, like mike was going to, or keep my secret. i should have told you. i should have told you a lot of things. i get that. i know i MESSED up and i know that no matter what i try to do or say. i’m NEVER going to get your forgiveness or anyone’s for that matter and i don’t care. i just needed you to know. that i am SORRY and this isn’t a lie or a trick. i am being TRUTHFUL here. you don’t have to trust me, chuck, or forgive me. i’m not going to beg you to. this was my mistake and i have to live with it. i should never have lied to you guys, or let you down. i knew you would never do that. abort our baby, but i was still scared; afraid and i jumped to a conclusion, i knew that i shouldn’t have. i wish i could have been there. to save you and our child, because despite everything that’s happened between us. your safety has 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 been my main priority. like i said, you don’t have to believe me. you don’t have to forgive me. i just needed to say that and i’m ａｌｗａｙｓ going to live with that. this absence i feel when i know you’ll never come back to me. this ᵛᵒᶤᵈ. i regret everything i have ever done to you, mikey, johnny, dale, and paige .EVERYTHING. from the bottom of my heart. i don’t need your forgiveness or your trust in me. i don’t. in the past, i might have tried to get you to forgive me. to trust me. but, i’m not going to force you to do or say anything you don’t want. i’m trying to change, chuck. no strings, no games, no fucking bullshit. i’m ᴛʀʏɪɴɢ to change. ❞

❝ i LOVED you, paul. i wouldn’t have turned you in. god, i could now but i can’t at the same time. i don’t want to. you did mess up and i’m not going to always hold it against you. i’m just still not able to understand everything. i wouldn’t say that you are NEVER going to get my forgiveness. just not anytime SOON. no, you shouldn’t have lied to us. we were your family, paul. johnny, jakes, mike, johnny, they are family. they were YOUR family. i was YOUR family. and you couldn’t trust us. you shouldn’t just jump to a conclusion. not with me, at least. you were suppose to be the one person that knew me the best. but you didn’t. not then. well you didn't save me. someone else did. wanna know who?? amber. you have a habit of always say never, like you KNOW everything i think and what i PLAN on doing. i will believe that you are trying to change, when i notice the change. ❞