Jay entered the hospital with a file in his hands. Turns out Ruzek had managed to shoot and kill one of the three guys that had attacked them earlier in the day and that was their only lead. They followed it but nothing good came out except a few random names and a photograph. He was hoping Loralai would have more to tell now that she was awake.

He stopped his pace when he heard loud voices coming from Loralai's room, he took a peek and saw Will standing next her, shaking his head. His was very familiar with this picture of the two of them.

"This isn't a joke Loralai!" Shouted Will. Jay felt like he was taken back to Will's old apartment, listening to them fighting on their bedroom while he was in the living room, trying to ignore them.

"Isn't it?" She asked, her voice loud and clear "because it feels like we're back in time! It's always the same fight with you Will, the same dialogue! You haven't even changed your lines!"

"My lines? What about your ways Lor? How many times do you have to get hit to realize that you gotta stop—"
"IT'S MY JOB!" She shouted back.
"Your job is to write not to dodge bullets and pray that you'll survive!"
"I don't care wether I'll survive or not!" She spat "even if I die, at least I'm dying for a reason! People will hear the stories that matter—"

"And what about the people that love you?" He asked, cutting her off before she could say anything else "what about your parents? Your sister? Me? Jay who saw you bleeding out in his hands? You die and then what happens to us? You really think it's gonna be that easy for us to let go?"

Loralai scoffed "it didn't seem like it was that hard for you to let me go four years ago." She looked away "which reminds me. You are not even my boyfriend and I'm not your girlfriend so why the hell are we even fighting about this?"

Will didn't answer to that, even Jay could feel how much it must have hurt him when she said those words. It was a cruel reminder but the truth. Will didn't need to listen to anymore if it and as he stepped out of the room and turned the other way he bumped into Jay. He held him still.

"You ok Bud?" He asked but all Will could do was move his head. There was so much anger in his eyes, Jay expected to see smoke coming out of his ears. He looked down, rubbing his face, there were so many things he wanted to say but couldn't so instead he settled of the typical "I have to go."

Jay watched him leave without stopping him and then looked at the door to Loralai's room. He fixed his jacket, like he was about to get in a ring and took a moment from himself to gather all the strength he could before he stepped inside. It was weird to see her again, awake. She was staring at the ceiling, biting her lip and scratching the sheets with her nails like she always did when she was angry. Ah, the details.

"Hello Sherlock." He said, getting her attention. Her face light up immediately when she saw him, like she had been expecting him. She reached for him with her arms and jay walked quickly to her, wrapping his hands gently around her. He was so happy to see her safe and healthy.

"How you feeling?" He asked, pulling away just enough to look at her.
"Better now that I don't have your brother yelling at me."
"he's just worried about you a lot and you don't make it easy for him—"
"That's bullshit Jay! How many times a day do you have a gun pointed at your head? Why doesn't he give you that speech of love and death— he thinks because I'm a woman I can't take care of myself."

"That's where you're wrong Loralai! He texts me everyday to make sure I'm ok, he's as worried for me as he is for you the only difference is I've been trained to dodge the bullets! You barely know how to hold a gun!"

Loralai didn't say anything and before she could come up with a smart reply jay left the file he was holding on the bed and pulled out one of the photographs. "Have you ever seen this guy before?"
Loralai accepted the change in subject and took a moment for herself to think. "No."

"Ruzek shot him while he was running away. He's the only one we got from the car. We have no other leads so I was hoping you'd tell me more." He sat down on the chair next to her bed, waiting to hear her story.
She sighed, looking at the ceiling "one month ago there was a fire at the Heathwood's family house do you remember?"

"Yes it was an accident—
"Except it wasn't." She said confidently. "My editor asked me to write a piece on it and Michael Heathwood who had magically survived. It was a Miracle, the kind of shit that people love to read. But when I met with him..."
"You knew there was something wrong" he finished her sentence and bowed his head "why didn't you go to the police?"

"The police were on it Jay! They porpusly looked the other way. If I went he would find out! So I did it myself. I looked as deep as I could. His wife, Alicia Stewart, died only one month before the explosion from a car accident and When the house exploded his father in law, Stefan Stewart and his mother in law, Carla Stewart were the only ones that died."

"You saying he wanted to kill that family?"
"im saying there are far too many coincidences Jay!" She cleared her throat "so I might have illegally checked his bank accounts." Jay raised his eyebrows and stood still across from her. He didn't approve at all of what she had told him "I didn't find anything which was even weirder"
"And I don't suppose you gave up from then on..."
"I spied on him, searched everything I had on him and you wanna know something funny? Michael heathwood didn't even exist two years ago!"

"Wait wait—" He raised his hands, signaling her to slow down. "What?"
"His real name is Peter Evans! He's a con artist! He tricks rich families, kills them, takes their money, saves it under a different name and runs."

Jay stood up, pacing the room until he balanced himself on the edge of the bed, trying to process everything that she had told him. "Why didn't you tell me? I could have helped you! Make sure that this.." He pointed at her wounds "wouldn't happen!"

"I had to get enough evidence first. Create the story. If he realized I was on to him he'd disappear in thin air"
He stood straight again, crossing his arms "And Where is your evidence?"
"In the flash drive I gave you!"
Jay didn't answer, he narrowed his eyes looking at her confused. "What flash drive?"

"In the car!" She insisted "I gave you a USB! Did you lose it?"
Jay hid his face in his palms "it must have fallen on the car." He said, trying to reassure himself that the information was safe. He looked back at Loralai reaching for her hand and giving it a light squeeze "we'll find it." He told her. She held his hand before he could slip it away and he looked in her eyes, his heart beating a little faster. It was the bruise right under her eye that made his body shiver, he couldn't stand seeing her like this.

"I owe you an apology..." she whispered, completely changing the subject. He tried to fake a smile as if he didn't understand.
"For getting shot at?"
"Jay—"
"Don't." He warned "Not now. We'll talk when all this is over." He brought her hand up to his lips and gave it a light kiss before exiting the room. On his way out he caught Will behind the reception, making some notes but he decided not to bother him. Will saw him too from the corner of his eye but he was still angry from before to have any conversation with any body.

When he finished writing his notes he looked towards Loralai's room. She had her eyes closed and she looked like she was about to fall asleep, god knows she needed that rest. He sat down on a chair, watching her sleep. He couldn't go home and he couldn't go in her room after their argument so this was the best way to check up on her and make sure she'd be ok. After a while he started to fall asleep himself. The position of his neck was so uncomfortable that kept waking him up and annoying him. When he opened his eyes again because of the pain he saw Loralai moving nervously on her bed. Turning her head right and left and whimpering. He jumped of his chair and rushed to her side.

First thing he did was check her wounds but he saw nothing alarming. When his hand touched her skin, her eyes shot open and she grabbed for his wrist. She looked so terrified to him, so broken, nothing like the confident girl he was used to having around. All the time he knew her there was always one thing she couldn't battle and that was her nightmares.

He made sure to look calm and not scare her anymore than she already was. "Hey hey it's ok. It's just me. Lor?" He held her hand softly, stroking her fingers until she broke down into tears. This was the first time he had seen her cry today, all it took was a nightmare. He sat next to her on the bed, pulling her swiftly in his arms to warm her. He caressed her back and kissed her forehead, whispering sweet words in her hair, his breath falling on her like a veil of safety. She snuggled closer while he spoke, reassuring her that it would be alright.

He always thought of her like a thunderstorm in spring. It didn't rain a lot but when it did... it was hell.