Oceane POV

"So you're telling me, that evil son of a..."

"Flynn!" Emma said

"Oh just stop defending him Emma! He's a gang member!" Flynn laughed obviously p*ssed off.

"His lunacy makes perfect sense!"

I'm still in complete shock.

"Hey guys..." Drew came in through the front door, with a bruise on his cheek and a slight cut. Also a gigantic black eye.

We all stood up and Emma walked over to him.

"Drew!" She grabbed his chin forcefully and started to inspect his face. He winced and placed his hand on her lower back and said "I'm fine sweetie..."

"What the hell happened?" Flynn said as he rose from his seat.

"I got some information, that's all that matters." He stated as Emma guided him over to his chair Infront of his desktop.

He knocked his head back and went through his pocket.

He painfully laughed and said "I had to write it down in case I forgot. You know, since... I got punched in the... head."

He handed Flynn the paper and looked up to Emma who was perched on the arm his chair. "Can we go to five guys later?"
Emma smiled and ruffled his hair. "Of course..." Their faces were Just inches apart and Drew smiled.

They... They are so in love.

I took my eyes off them and leaned across to Flynn and read what Drew had put down.

"Where did you get this from?" Flynn asked.

Drew tapped the side of his nose.

"The car in said clips belongs to anarchists. Micheal had left said group about a week before his death. Martha Winters knew of a crime that put all of the anarchists at risk of jail time, told Micheal as he was unaware of crime. He leaves. Micheal may have been the leader, but he was the weakest." Flynn read.

"Said crime is?" I asked

"No f**king clue." He said through pain.

I walked over to him and took his hand. "Thank you." I kissed his cheek.

He's such a good man, I envy his heart.

"Oh yeah, happy birthday kid."

"Thanks..." I weakly smiled

"So we better go." Flynn stood up.

I walked over to Emma to say goodbye.

Flynn POV

"You went to see him, didn't you?" I said to Drew once the girls were out of earshot

He smirked and I said "you're a douche Kingston, but thank you." I placed a hand on his shoulder and he smiled.

"I'm sorry Em... I wish I could try to see the best in everyone like you." I gave her a hug and she said "it's okay, bye flynny."

With that, we left.

"It's only 4:45?" Can't this horrid day be over?" Said Oceane as we pulled up outside the apartment.

I leaned over and kissed her.
She smiled against my touch and started to kiss back.

Once we got into the apartment, we fell against the couch, her kiss was so warm it sent a tingling sensation throughout my body. Her hair fell displaced around the cushions and her hand glided across my back.

The rest is too good to describe.

Emma POV

Drew sat in his chair and I sat on his lap facing him with a first aid kit on mine.

I lightly dabbed the bruised area with a cotton pad coated in TCP and he winced.

"You're okay..." I said. I tilted my head to one side and kissed his cheek slowly and glided my hand down his face.

"Now..." He looked into my eyes and I smiled but kept concentration on cleaning the gash. I felt his hand rub my legs.

"Personally, I think you still look hot as hell." I giggled

"My thoughts exactly on you..." He glanced at me up and down. I shook my head and giggled again.

I placed the cotton pads back into the first aid box and placed it on the floor.

He leant forward and kissed my neck. I was so pleasantly surprised, a gasp escaped my lips.

"You are so... How do I put this?" I was in deep thought as his kiss lingered.I placed one hand on his shoulder.

"Amazing... But..." I put my free hand on his chest that was slightly revealed by his button-up shirt.

He pulled away.
As much as I didn't want him to.

'but..." I sighed and tilted my head and bit my lip.

He smirked devilishly.

"We both have bearly had anything to eat today. Which is definitely so unlike you so..."

I kissed him longingly and felt him pull me in deeper.

"Food Drew... Come on..." I murmured

We stopped and he placed his forehead against mine.

"A woman after my own heart." He said.

"Let's go and then... Maybe finished what we started hm?" I got up and walked into his room to grab my bag.

"Yeah, I guess. I could do with a burger... Or three?" He called out.

The next day.

Last night we literally filled ourselves with food. Burgers, fries, the lot.
But it was... Nice.
Not just the food!
The company.

Drew is just... Oh my.
So perfectly perfect.
I just... I feel.

So fricken happy.

Drew POV

I turned over to see Emma still asleep with a gorgeous smile on her delicate Face.
I just can't help but stare.

She's the kindest, most caring, sweetest, beautiful woman in the world.

As the light glided into the room, her eyes started to flutter open.

"Hey..." She stretched.

"Hey..." I replied

She turned over to lie on one side. Her hair fell over her shoulders.

I placed a strand behind her ear and she smiled.

She moved closer to me and I wrapped my arms around her as she placed her head on my chest.

"Can we just stay like this? Forever?" She asked

"I would love that..." I said

"You're... So warm." She made herself comfortable.

"Trust me darlin, you bring out the warmth in me..."

Oceane POV

I tiptoed out of my room and it to the bathroom, ready for a shower. I turned on the faucet and then left the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Flynn lay still asleep flat on his front. I'm quite content with life at the minute. this whole Danny thing seems to be unfolding in front of our very eyes, I have good friends.

life's pretty good.

I just want everything to return to normal.

I miss being a journalist.

life was so much easier...

Picking up my phone to check my phone, I saw it was 8:30. Not too early, I guess. I finished my glass of water and headed into the bathroom, closing the door behind me.

Flynn POV

My eyes, glazed over, fluttered open. I had to blink multiple times to get my full vision back. I flipped over and checked the time to see it was 8:45. To early for my liking. Hearing the shower on, I realised Oceane was already getting ready.

I stood up and walked into the kitchen. Still having a damn headache. Not as bad as yesterday in all fairness. But still a nightmare.

"I hate you," I said, holding an empty scotch whisky bottle.

I smirked to myself as the phone went.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hello, Flynn. It's Nick Price."

"Hey Price, What's up?" I walked over to the kitchen island and pulled myself upon it.

"I finally got to run that number plate. I have a name for you. A..."

I could hear his fingers moving across a keyboard. 

"A Joseph Esser? Ring any bells?"

I placed my hand on my head and said "No... maybe Drew knows."

"Okay, contact him and get back to me soon, okay?"

"Yeah. See ya." I hung up.

For God sake. This better not be another dead end.