I leaned into Scott, staring absentmindedly at the asphalt. His arms tightened around me, before kissing the top of my head again.

"Mister Grassi?"

I looked up, standing slowly as the officer moved towards me. Scott stood with me, keeping the blanket around both of us. "Yes?" I asked softly, not sure if I could speak loud, or move fast.

All of it was still...I couldn't seem to fully grasp any of it yet.

"We're still processing the scene," he explained, smiling softly at me. "It'll be a while before we can let you stay there, is there another-"

"He'll stay with me," Scott said, pulling me tightly against him, my back flush against his chest.

"Good," the officer said. "We are working with LAPD on this case, with Ralph Bryans."

I could feel my throat go dry at hearing his name, but I said, "Um, also talk to Denver PD...they uh...they have an old case file there as well with Ralph and I."

The officer nodded, and I could feel Scott stiffen at the information, but I was thankful that he didn't push.

"And we are working with the security here on set as well, to make sure you stay safe, Mister Grassi," the officer continued. "If we need anything we'll be in touch."

I nodded, turning to Scott as he moved away. His arms tightened around me as I buried my face into his chest.

Hearing the scream from me, a few of the other cast and crew still on set for the weekend had rushed to my trailer, and called the Canadian Police as Scott and I stumbled out of my trailer. Now, well it was a case over country boundaries, and I had no idea how that would work. But I didn't want to focus on that right now.

"Denver?" Scott muttered.

"A...before Ralph first hit me, before I ran," I explained. "A friend saw bruises on me a lot...and she was worried, because she knew he was drinking..."

"But he wasn't..." The question left hung in the air.

"No, not then," I whispered, shaking my head. "I was taking a boxing class. But she...filed a police report...and before it could be fully cleared...that's when Ralph first hit me. That's when I ran."

Scott sighed, burying his face gently into my hair. "The case is still open, isn't it?" he muttered.

I nodded, clenching my eyes shut. "God, I was so stupid," I muttered, feeling the tears fill my eyes.

"Hey, you are not stupid, in any way," Scott said, squeezing me. "You are beautiful, amazing, sweet, kind, and I love you with all I have, okay? Ralph's just...a mess."

I couldn't help but smile at the three words we had only admitted hours ago. "I love you too," I whispered.

I could feel Scott's arms tighten around me again, and kiss my temple, as Avi's voice rang out. "Mitch, Scott!"

I barely turned, looking to my boss and friend as he moved towards us. "You okay?" he asked, looking between us.

Scott sighed. "Are you really gonna ask that?"

"Right," Avi muttered. "Well, we're gonna get this taken care of, okay?"

I nodded, sighing. "I'm sorry, Avi," I said softly. "I...I really didn't think he would come here."

"None of us could have," Avi replied. "This isn't your fault, at all. We're gonna make sure security is tightened, and we're adding more cameras around the set all together, okay?"

I nodded, smiling slightly. "Thank you."

Avi smiled, glancing at Scott before walking away.

"Come on," Scott said, pulling me away from the line of Police tape. "Let's get some rest."

I let him lead me back to his trailer, changing into the large shirt he offered me.

As he turned off the light, lying in the bed and pulling me into him, he said softly, "I love you, Da Vinci."

"I love you too, Scooter," I whispered.

-/::\-

I sipped the smoothie, leaning into Scott, both of us relaxing as much as we could. Not much had been said that morning between us, but we didn't need to speak to know both of us were still thinking about last night.

The image of the writing in blood was still burned into my mind, and I couldn't help but wonder, and hope that it wasn't actual blood.

"Mitch!"

I looked up, smiling as I saw Kirstin moving towards Scott and I.

Standing, I set down my drink, embracing my friend and she pulled me into a tight hug. "God, I heard what happened," she muttered. "Scared the crap out of me."

"You're not the only one," Scott said, hugging Kirstin tightly as she let me go.

"Are you both okay?" She asked, looking between us.

I shrugged, leaning back into Scott as his arm wrapped around me again. "As okay as we can be," Scott replied.

"True," Kirstin muttered, all of us sitting again. "Why would he do this though?"

"To get me," I told him, feeling my energy sap just by talking about it.

"You?"

Pulling the letter out of my bag, I slid it to Kirstin. I had already showed Scott, last night. He had been shocked, and hadn't said much about Ralph's words at all. Once he had finished the letter, he had embraced me tightly, and kissed me passionately. Pulling away from me, he had muttered, "You will never be able to push me away."

I watched as Kirstin read the letter, my friend slowly growing more upset and shocked as she went. "God, what is wrong with him?" Kirstin asked, handing me the letter back.

"I hope they find out when they catch him," Scott stated, his arm tightening around me.

Kirstin sighed, watching me as I took a long drink of my breakfast smoothie. She changed the subject then, asking, "Ready for the scene tonight?"

I laughed as Scott groaned. "This is gonna be interesting," I said, smiling. Tonight, filming was focused on an episode called Hell House, with a few extra characters that you frankly liked.

"At least we can relax until after lunch," Scott commented.

"That's very nice," Kirstin agreed.

-/::\-

I watched Scott and Kirstin act, saying their lines for the scene perfect, and portraying Dean and Samantha in a way I loved.

Smiling as Scott messed up, cursing, then I felt my pocket vibrate, my ringing phone. Pulling it out of my pocket, I moved away from the set, answering it. "Hello, this is Mitch."

"Mister Grassi, it's Officer Nicholson, with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police," a familiar voice sounded.

I felt my chest tighten as he spoke. "Oh, right. Well what can I do for you?"

"I wanted to ask you if the name Ramsey Morin sounded familiar," he said.

Frowning my eyebrows, I shook my head. "No, it doesn't. Why?"

"Well, uh, we tested the blood on the photographs, Mister," he informed me. I could feel my heart start to race. "And it matched a man by the name of Ramsey. He works at the local used book, music, and movie store."

I felt my breath freeze. "I...I visited that store once," I whispered.

"You did?" he asked. "Was it with your boyfriend, Scott?"

"Yes...why?" I asked softly, feeling my hands start to shake.

I could hear him take a deep breath. "Because we found Ramsey Morin dead in the store. And...there was writing on the wall."

"What did it say?" I asked, my voice shaking.

"I...are you sure you want to know?"

"Please," I begged, feeling the tears in my eyes.

The officer took a deep breath, before saying, "I can't tell you, Mitch. I wish I could, but on good conscious I can't tell you."

I clenched my jaw, asking, "Then...can I ask if you know if...Ralph did it? Did he kill...Ramsey?"

The officer sighed again, before saying, "We did find Ralph's fingerprints and DNA all over the store."

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, trying not to let the tears spill over. "Oh. Thank you for...letting me know."

"If we need anything else, we'll contact you," the officer said. "Have a good day, Mitch."

"You too," I whispered, before hanging up, letting my arms fall to my side.

I couldn't believe it. Ralph had actually killed someone. Killed another human, with a life, friends...just because he couldn't...just because he didn't have me.

"Styles?"

I shook my head, the tears starting to fall as I collapsed onto the ground.

"Mitch!"

I sobbed, hearing Avi yell, "What's going on?"

"It's Mitch!" the crew member beside me cried.

"Mitch!" I heard Scott yell, and in a moment his arms were around me, holding me tightly. "Mitch, talk to me, baby," he said softly. "What happened?"

"Ralph," I sobbed. "He killed a man."

"What?" I heard Kirstin cry beside me, feeling her hand on my back.

"Mitch, what are you talking about?" Scott asked.

"The blood on the notes," I told them, looking up into Scott's eyes, my voice cracking. "It was real blood. He...he killed a man."

"Oh my god" Kirstin muttered.

"He killed a man because of me," I sobbed, burying my face into Scott's chest.