My brain pounded against my skull, making me groan as I slowly slipped out of the grasp of sleep. My eyes fluttered open slowly, my eyebrows furrowing as I was lying in a double bed, in a room that surprisingly I recognised, even after five years. I recognised it as Tom's bedroom. I looked around to see the room empty apart from me, making me sigh as I tried to sit up. More confusion entered my brain as I couldn't seem to move my hands or my feet. I looked under the covers, rolling my eyes as my hands and feet were tied together, presumably so that I couldn't escape should I have attempted it.

"Tommy?" I yelled out, wincing as more pain swept over my head.

"Ah, you're awake." I looked up and gave the boy a small smile as he appeared at the door.

"Why am I tied up?" I sighed as he walked into the room and took a seat next to my body on the bed.

"Our past together suggests that you like being tied up." He teased, making me roll my eyes playfully. He chuckled and shook his head as he took one of my wrists and gently pulled me into a sitting position. I winced at the change, making Tom look at me.

"Why am I tied up, then?" I asked.

"I wanted to be sure that if you woke up before I came back, you wouldn't be able to run away." He admitted as he cut my hands free.

"Tommy, you know me well enough to know that I stick to my word." I scoffed.

"It was a precautionary measure, darling." He chuckled as he pulled the covers back to get to my legs, revealing that I was still in my dress. Tom cut my legs free too before looking at me. I sat up properly and put my legs over the side of the bed, wincing and squeezing my eyes shut as I held my head.

"Haz did a number on you, didn't he?" he mumbled as he gently took my face in his hands and checked me over. I looked at him, making him sigh.

"I think that you have a concussion, babe. Your eyes aren't reacting to the light properly. Come on, let's get you some help." He nodded. I returned it as he stood up and outstretched his hands. I gave him a small smile as I took his hands and stood up. But as soon as I stood from the bed, my vision went black, making my legs give way from underneath me.

"Jesus!" Tom gasped as he quickly caught me before the floor did, his arms moving to pick me up bridal style.

"Tom, I'm fine, I can walk." I groaned, though wincing still as I held my head.

"You fell before you'd even taken a step, no you can't walk." he scoffed and shook his head as he carried me out of his room and along the wood-clad corridor. I rolled my eyes but let Tom carry me, as I too was sure that if I tried to walk again, what happened before would repeat itself. Tom carried me along the corridor before pushing open a door with his foot. He carried me into what looked to be a medical suite, the clinically white walls being a backdrop for the shelves of medical equipment and a hospital bed. Harrison sat on the bed, his shirt off as the nurse who occupied the room tended to a cut that sat on his shoulder. He looked up at us as Tom carried me in, his eyes widening slightly.

"Jesus, what happened to her?" he scoffed.

"When you knocked her out, you hit her too hard and gave her a concussion." Tom stated, making Harrison's eyes widen further.

"Shit. Sorry, Y/N." he winced.

"Eh, I'll be fine." I nodded, waving him off with my hand. He chuckled and nodded as he stood up and grabbed his shirt.

"Haz, stick around." Tom demanded, making his best friend nod as he pulled his shirt back on. Tom gently placed me down onto the bed, making me sit on the edge of it as the nurse grabbed what she'd need to get me sorted.

"So, darling, first thing's first. Who hired you?" Tom asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at me, Harrison doing the same thing as he leant against one of the shelves. I sighed and looked at him.

"A guy called Jason Montgomery. Though, whether that's his real name or just an alias, I'm not sure." I shrugged as the nurse started to gently dab the blood off of the cut that was apparently on my forehead. Though it explained the concussion.

"How did he contact you?" Harrison asked.

"He approached me after my last client. Apparently, the client before him had only hired me in order for me to prove to Montgomery that I was good enough to get the job done, which of course I didn't know at the time. I was actually pretty insulted, and still am to be honest. I mean, has my reputation really slipped that much?" I scoffed and shook my head.

"Don't worry, angel, your reputation still precedes you." Tom reassured, making me give him a small smile.

"So, he approached me after I pulled the job off for the client. Said he was impressed by my work, especially since I'm a woman. Would have punched the shit out of him if it weren't for how much he offered me." I mumbled.

"How much did he offer you?" Tom asked. I looked at him, biting my lip as I knew that he wouldn't like the answer.

"Thirty-million." I admitted. Tom's eyes widened, as did Harrison's as they looked at each other.

"For a hundred-thousand pound's worth of diamonds? That doesn't make sense." Harrison scoffed.

"It didn't to me either, but I could have retired on that amount alone, so I took it." I nodded. Tom returned it as he looked at me.

"Did he say why he wanted the diamonds? Especially for that price?" Tom asked. I shrugged and looked at him.

"He was super vague about it. Some shit about them hiding something, about something being engraved in them. I don't know." I shook my head.

"Okay. That's enough for now, thanks, sweetheart. Let's get you to bed, you need your rest." He nodded as he extended his hand again. I returned the nod and took his hand as I jumped down from the bed, Tom holding me as I stood on still unsteady feet. Tom led me out of the medical suite and back along to his room, my body instinctively leaning into his side as we walked.

"Tommy, can I talk to you about something?" I asked as we stopped at his door.

"Course you can, angel." He nodded. I sighed and looked up at him.

"I said that you could have me if you let me live, and I meant it. I don't know, I guess that I just want to be on the same page when it comes to exactly what that means." I shrugged. Tom looked at me.

"I'm not going to do anything that you're not comfortable with, if that's what you mean. You know that I'd never disrespect you." He shook his head.

"No, I know, I just...I want you to know that I offered myself because I reciprocate the feelings that you have for me, not because you were about to kill me. I don't want you thinking that I only did it to save myself." I admitted, looking down as I suddenly felt shy saying the words. Tom sighed and nodded, gently hooking his finger underneath my chin and making me look back up at him.

"I know, darling. I know that you've seen how I've looked at you over the years, but I've also seen how you look at me." He teased, making me laugh as he dramatically raised his eyebrow.

"So, we're on the same page?" I asked.

"One-hundred percent." He reassured. I smiled and nodded before standing on my toes and joining our lips. Tom returned it, gently holding my face as he returned the kiss. He broke the kiss and looked at me with a soft smile, making me drop back down onto my feet.

"Get some sleep, angel. We've got a long day tomorrow of figuring out who this Jason Montgomery is and figuring out what's so special about those diamonds." He nodded. I returned it and opened the bedroom door.

"Don't be too long, Tommy." I spoke.

"I won't be, babe." He reassured, giving me another small smile before kissing my head. I returned the smile and bit my lip before slipping into the bedroom and shutting the door.

Tom's P.O.V

Tom walked into his study, giving Harrison a small smile as the boy was already sat at the desk, studying the diamonds that were under the magnifying glass.

"Right then, what's so fucking special about these diamonds that Montgomery sent the love of my life to steal them from me for thirty mil?" Tom mumbled, making Harrison chuckle and look at the boy.

"I can see something, but I'm not sure what. It's writing for sure, but it seems to be incoherent and I have no idea what any of it means." Harrison shrugged.

"Let me have a look." Tom demanded. Harrison nodded and stood from the table, Tom taking his place as he picked up the magnifying glass and held up one of the diamonds. His eyes flicked over the words, his eyebrows furrowed. Suddenly, it clicked. Tom's eyes widened, a massive smile spreading across his lips as he realised what he was looking at.

"No. Fucking. Way."