I've Been Watching You [Alex]

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Well, Jackie had a strange way of proving that he cared. Breaking into his house, scaring the life out of him, hitting him, strangling him, kissing him, almost touching him in a way Reid wouldn't approve, cutting his nails and just being a general creep. No one could blame the Spaniard for beginning to cry incontrollably when he produced a fucking apron. What was Alex? Some sort of doll to play dress up with? Alex was pretty upset. Jackie knew about Reid. And still he was doing all this.

"I-I want Reid." Alex choked out between gulps and shaky gasps for air. "He looks after me fine. He-He's perfect! He... cares for me." He looked down at the cupcake decorated apron and a fresh wave of sobs took over. He really, really didn't want this. But he didn't want to annoy Jackie either. Alex didn't fancy having his throat crushed again. Or worse. Getting actually killed in his own flat.

Alex pulled the apron on and, to be honest, felt any remaining masculinity be stolen from him. What on earth he had been on to actually purchase something like this when he was a teenager, he didn't want to know. And to think he hadn't even wanted to take it off... sometimes Alex didn't even understand himself. He didn't tighten the protective garment much, he didn't want to feel the fabric hug his body and he wanted to be able to slip out of it as soon as he could. After a moment, his crying had subsided. Now cooking he could do. That was no problem. Maybe... he could slip a poison into it. Or a sedative. Alex didn't even mind if he knocked them both out. Reid would come around to his house eventually, right? This... would definitely be a strange and disturbing scene for him to enter: his boyfriend, cut lip and bruised, out cold on the floor in a fucking apron with some random guy also K.O.

Reid couldn't find out about this. Ever.

"Wait... ba-bathe?" Alex pressed himself against his stove with widened eyes. He had a pan on the cooker and had started making a marinade for some meat, an exotic aroma of spices engulfed the kitchen area. "You... are not bathing me. What am I? Five years old?!" Alex put his foot down here. No man was seeing him naked besides his partner. Especially creepy Jackie. Nothing good would come out of it.



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[Jackie Damiano Piazza]

Jackie smiled sweetly when Alex wriggled into the apron. It was still a snug fit. Now that he looked at his pet, he hadn't changed much since back when he was a teenager. Still smaller than him and still brushing underweight on his BMI. Jackie ignored his crying. He'd always been a cry-baby. That hadn't changed over the years by the looks of it. Usually he'd want to smack the sobs right out of him put the boy had obeyed and had put the apron on. When he had mentioned Reid his peaceful mood had threatened to break. Reid did not care for him. Alex was rail thin. That wasn't caring. And he had been out drinking. Did Reid even know where his pet had been? Did he even care?

"Don't you look pretty, pet?" Jackie got to his feet and joined Alex by the cooker. He had to keep an eye on him. He knew how slippery of a character his pet could be. He knew about Brent's poisoning. Alex knew how to be sneaky so Jackie wouldn't give him a chance. The Italian ran his hand down the other man's side, leaving it resting lightly on his hip. Alexander was a beautiful human being in anything he wore. And those bruises and that spatter of blood... it heightened it.

"I miss you being in my kitchen." He purred, cornering Alex by the cooker. "Its funny... you cooked Italian food better than my own mother." Jackie chuckled at the thought. He was in a good mood. Alex was cooking for him again, like old times. Maybe he could get used to his pet's cheek, he'd forgive him because he was too sweet. He just frowned slightly when Alex protested about being bathed.

"But you must bathe, pet. You don't smell too good... what would Rutherford say about this? I can't imagine that he'd be pleased. Don't you want to be pretty for him?" Jackie slid his hand around his pet's back and pressed himself against him. He couldn't be physically closer to him. Beneath the odour of alcohol, he got whiff of what he made out to be vanilla. It was lovely. The man breathed through his mouth and stared down at Alex's plump lips. Kissable lips. Ever since his ex-girlfriend, Jackie hadn't felt this much desire for anyone. Couldn't he just take Alex here and now?

He couldn't do that. Alex was cooking. For now Jackie would settle with slipping his hand into Alex's jeans and kneading affectionately his ass. The man purred deep in his throat and began to kiss and nip where his fingers had left bruises on his pet's neck.
"I'm never going to lose you again."

Jackie's Outfit

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alex didn't feel at all pretty. He felt sick. When Jackie joined him by the stove and made any space between them inexistent his stomach churned nauseatingly. Jackie was such a creep. Why Merlin had he been so stupid as a teenager? Fuck Italian accents. Fuck handsome guys. Had Jackie been sent by some greater force to punish him for his libertine ways? Fuck them if they had.

"Q-Qué coño haces?!" Alex stammered, feeling Jackie's hand creep into his trousers. He jerked his head away when the man's face grew dangerously close to his. Personal space? Seemed like Jackie didn't know the meaning of the phrase. Alex whimpered when the guy began to kiss his bruised neck and caress his behind. This was wrong. So very wrong. The whimper turned into a feeble-sounding sob when his thoughts went to Reid. Then the sob turned into an angry shriek.

"Get your fucking dirty paws off me, you twisted asshole! I am an engaged man!" Alex aimed a firm kick in Jackie's shins and skittered away from him, yanking the man's hand out of his pants with force. This sudden wave of guts made him grab the plates he had set out for dinner out and then throw them at the obsessed man.

"Get. Out. Of. My. House." Alex yelled, punctuating every word with a smash of porcelain or glass. "Go find someone else to be your fucking pet... I have a fiancé! And his name is Reid Rutherford! You're just a fucking perverted creep!"



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[Jackie Damiano Piazza]

Forget what Jackie had thought before of possibly looking past his pet's cheek. That was going to be an impossible feat. He didn't say or do anything when Alex kicked him, when he took flight or when he began to screech at him. When the boy began to throw plates he merely protected himself with the aid of a shield charm. Jackie looked purely murderous. Alex was being a bad, bad, bad pet. He needed to learn some discipline.

Jackie then did something he rarely did which was point his wand at Alex. The boy hadn't learnt with fists nor with being strangled. It was time for a new course of action. He never liked using magic on his pet because it was just so easy to do. He could snap all his bones in a blink of an eye or make his blood feel as though it were acid coursing his veins instead. It could be ever so easy.

"You should quieten down, pet. You wouldn't want your neighbours to hear." Jackie's voice was low and smooth as silk, his Italian accent rolling effortlessly off every syllable. "But then they've probably heard plenty of you. I bet one of them keeps a mental list the names you've moaned out like some cheap whore. How many men have you been with, pet? Or is that something not even Rutherford or I get to know? Or... have you lost count?"

The tip of Jackie's Italian made wand glowed warningly. The Cruciatus curse was on the tip of his tongue. He just needed one more tiny push and he'd be prepared to show his disobedient pet what real pain felt like. He'd make it so intense that all this cheek would be ironed out of him in less than a minute. He'd be a good pet then. He'd sit there and only wish to please, not cause trouble like he was doing now.

"What is that... smell?" Jackie hissed, covering his nose with his other wandless hand. He whipped around to the cooker and saw how one of the pans were burning. The man snarled viciously and stormed over to grab the pan by its handle. He went back to face Alex, pan in hand.
"You... are useless!" Jackie spat, shoving the pan right under Alex's nose for him to be able to see. "Probably one of the only things you are good at and you can't even do it! Pathetic!" Without thinking it for a moment longer, Jackie swung the pan hard at his pet's head. He had thrown his whole body into the swing. He wanted it to hurt.

Jackie's Outfit

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alex stopped throwing plates the moment he saw Jackie brandish his wand at him. He had crossed a line if he was pointing it at him. But then what was Alex meant to of done? Just let the creepy man grope him? He wished harder than ever that he had his wand to at least even the odds out a bit. Alex swallowed dryly. Jackie wouldn't dare to cast anything particularly horrific, would he?

Not wanting to anger the man any more, Alex had to bite his tongue and let Jackie insult him. That didn't mean that Alex didn't want to give him a piece of his mind. What did Jackie know about his habits before Reid? That was none of his business. And he knew that he had changed since then so what Jackie was bringing up was completely irrelevant. If the Italian was trying to get under his skin, he was succeeding a tiny bit.

Alex groaned inwardly when a waft of something burning was picked up by his nose. The stupid marinade for the meat. Jackie was going to tell him off for this. He could tell by the ugly scowl that he had on his face. Alex flinched when Jackie thrust the pan right in front of his face, his nose wrinkling at the putrid smell of burnt spices.

"I-I never meant to! It was... It was an accident, Jackie." Alex began to say, trying to calm him down and talk his way out of this one. It hadn't been Alex's fault that this had happened. It was Jackie's for fucking molesting him in his own kitchen! But this man wasn't totally sane... it was impossible for him to be it. "I'll do it again! Its easy! I can---"

The tinny noise rang throughout the kitchen with a sickening din. Alex crumpled into a pile on the tiled floor, his lanky body spilling out of the cupcake apron. He was out cold after taking a pan to the head. A trickle of blood ran down his temple , over his nose and pooled at the other side of his face.







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[Jackie Damiano Piazza]

Jackie watched with an impassive expression as his pet's legs gave way and surrendered him to the kitchen floor. He had misbehaved. He had deserved it. The Italian man watched for a few more moments until he saw the rise and fall of the boy's chest. As much as he wanted to hurt him, he didn't want to actually kill him.

Seeing that Alex wasn't going to come round after such a blow, Jackie crouched down and hovered over his pet. He was admiring him. To Jackie, Alex, when he was hurt like this, gave off this tragic beauty that he almost fed on. He seemed so vulnerable and frail that it made the man want to qhisk him away in his arms and care for him and his every need. How Alex didn't see this, Jackie didn't know. He was either stupid, selfish or blinded by Reid.

Jackie ran his fingers gently through his pet's hair, separating a tuft to get a look at the nasty bump on his head. It didn't look like it needed immediate medical attention. The boy'd survive. He was just knocked out, that was all. Jackie pulled back his hand and looked with glazed eyes the blood that now stained his fingertips. Alex's blood. He drew saliva and wiped his hand on the younger man's shirt.

"I mus go now, pet. You're no fun when you're like this." Jackie smirked, bending over to whisper in his ear. "But you should really remember who you belong to. You may be Reid's fiancé but... that doesn't mean anything. You were mine first. And always will be, pet."

Jackie slid down to sit on the floor. He carefully lifted Alex's bloodied head and placed it on his lap, carding his fingers through his chestnut hair once more. His other hand went into his pocket to fetch a little gift for his pet. A simple, black collar, like something Tootie probably had on. Jackie placed it around Alex's bruised, beautiful neck and fastened it. He slipped a couple of fingers between the leather and his pet's skin to make sure it wasn't too tight. Content, he got out his wand and tapped the silver buckle. The metal faded away so it was just one, plain, black band that wrapped around his pet's throat. It also made the leather unbreakable.

"This is so every time you see yourself... you'll remember who you belong to. I can't have you being taken for a stray, someone might want to take you home, pet. I know you live with Reid now but... that doesn't exactly mean anything." Jackie bent forward and kissed the top of Alex's head lightly while his wand beside Alex's in his waistband. "I'll be taking your wand, too. You won't need it. You have me. I'll take care of you." The man's heart did a small flutter when he shifted away from Alex. The perfect path of scarlet that snaked over his face had been slightly disturbed by Jackie's kiss, the man sucked in his bottom lip and savoured the peculiar tang that stuck to his tongue. After a long moment, Jackie rose to his feet, making sure Alex's head didn't hit the floor harshly.

"Addio, pet. I'll come and check on you pretty soon... unless you find me first. Behave until then... I'll know if you don't." Jackie calmly left for the patio door, opened it and took off in his pidgeon form. Addio, pet, addio.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alex came round to a pair of jade eyes staring at him inches from his face. Tootie's emerald eyes. The young man cracked a weak smile and closed his eyes when he felt the cat's fur brush against his cheek. He felt so tired still. He didn't fight sleep when it wanted to take him for its own again.

This happened a few times throughout the day; Alex slipping in and out of exhausted consciousness. Everytime he woke up, Tootie shifted about to nestle into him again. It was soothing. He wanted to stroke her but every bone in his body felt as heavy as lead. He was just so very tired.

The sun was sinking deep into the horizon when Alex couldn't physically sleep any longer. There was a warm, golden light shining through the windows in his sitting room, bathing everything in a ethereal glow. The young man rolled over onto his back, moaning pitifully as pain exploded in the side of his head and his joints ached from the awkward position in which he had slept. Tootie mewled at him and rubbed herself against her owner's feet. Squinting, Alex looked up at the clock on the kitchen wall. Reid's shift would be over pretty soon. Hopefully he wouldn't get early off work, otherwise Alex would be in trouble.

A small cry escaped Alex's throat when he patted his pockets and realized that his wand was missing. Had Jackie taken it? The man pressed his palm to his forehead, breathing shallow and shaky, this meant cleaning up was just going to take longer and be more painful. He couldn't apparate to St. Mungo's, he couldn't heal himself with magic, he couldn't even use magic to help. Alex winced and supposed that he should make a move on now. He'd worry about the embarrassment of being wandless later.

What seemed like much too long later, Alex had dabbed a magical solution to any open wounds, closing them up and healing them. He'd done the same with any bruises that peeked out from behind his shirt. All he had now was the scarring memory and some aches and pains from the attack. He could live with that. Alex had decided to call in for an Indian take away for dinner. If anyone asked, he was feeling not well, something believeable if you caught a glimpse of his face. He looked pasty and had dark circles under his eyes.

His eyes were slightly puffy too. While ridding himself of tell tale bruising, Alex had spotted Jackie's little "gift". He couldn't get it off. Had had tugged at it, taken knives to it, scissors too, and had even tried burning it off. But all to no avail. Hopefully he could fob it off as something he would usually wear until he figured out how to get the fucking thing off. Jackie wasn't all right in the head. Alex had heard him calling him "pet" but... this was a whole different thing. He'd been fucking collared like a cat by a lunatic.

Take out dinner paid for, Alex hobbled over to the sofa and curled himself up into a ball. He wasn't hungry. All he wanted to do was stay there, snuggling Tootie for comfort, and hope Reid was working until late tonight. He didn't fancy answering any questions that would leave him at a loss. If Reid was on time or late, Alex wasn't sure because after a few moments he'd fallen into yet another deep slumber.



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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase was bored. Okay, so he shouldn't be bored because finals were happening and with him being Head of Gryffindor, it meant he had a lot more shit he had to do. He was procrastinating, however. Maybe Brent was rubbing off on him finally. They had been spending even more time together lately, if that were even possible since they never left each other before. They were getting married.

Deciding that he needed a break, Chase figured going to Alex would be the perfect place to procrastinate. He had stopped to pick up a tub of ice cream and a movie that was supposedly a new release. He honestly hadn't even looked at the title before buying it. After he did, he saw it was called 'The Amazing Spider-Man'. Well that sounded promising, right?

Chase smiled as he knocked on the door, but Alex hadn't answered. Chase was pretty positive he was home and not at work. Maybe he'd gone out with Reid? Maybe he was sleeping? Chase just shrugged and went in the apartment. It was only Alex after all. "Alllleexxx." Chase called out before spotting him sleeping on the couch.

Smiling wickedly he walked over to him. He looked... a bit off. Maybe he had a headache and that's why he laid down and fell asleep. It was possible. Chase set the ice cream and movie down on the floor before crouching in front of him with an evil smirk on his face. Chase brought his hand up to Alex's cheek and and moved his fingers on his face in a way that probably tickled. Chase leaned forward to Alex's ear and whispered gently. "Wakey Wakey, JayJay."

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alex made a little noise when something tickled his cheek, passing it off as Tootie pestering him for food. He hadn't actually fed her in the whole day but she had been awfully patient. But his stomach went cold when he heard a whisper. Alex's eyes sprung open and was barely a couple of inches from someone's face. Jackie.

The young man sat bolt upright and drew a sharp intake of air so quickly that he almost choked on it. His throat was still sore after all. His head exploded with pain and Alex swore he even saw stars. This caused him to just crumple forward again, cradling his head. But at least he was able to see through smarting eyes that it was thankfully Chase, not Jackie, disturbing his sleep. Alex hid his face in his hands to hide his wet cheeks.

"Ch-Chase... you scared me." Alex finally whispered in a weak voice with a small rasp. Wiping his face on his hands, he began to tug at Chase's top, trying to pull him onto the sofa with him. Right now he really just needed to be hugged by his friend's strong arms. Chase's hugs were something special, you knew you'd feel secure and protected in them. And that was all Alex wanted right now.

"I don't feel too good..." Alex lied, twisting his engagement ring around his finger over and over again. "You brought ice cream?" Now this Alex wanted. He bent over and got the the tub, setting it on his legs. He went to get his wand to conjure himself up a spoon but... remembered. Jackie had taken his fucking wand. Alex sighed heavily and leaned into Chase.

"Thanks for coming round, papi, really needed some company. Reid must be working late or something... wait... what time is it?" Alex glanced out the window - night had fallen and the courtyard had been plunged into darkness a couple of hours ago. The young man had slept tons but it still felt as though it wasn't enough. "Anyway... how are you? How come you're not with Brent?"

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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase laughed at Alex's reaction before realizing he was... crying? "You okay there? It's just me. Why are you crying?" Chase asked him as he let Alex drag him down on the couch. He instantly wrapped his arm around Alex's shoulders and let him into his side. "Yeah. You don't look right. What's wrong, Jay?" He took his free hand and put it on Alex's knee that was closest to Chase.

Then... Alex was looking for his wand? "Where's your wand?" Chase said before taking his hand off Alex's knee and grabbed it from his pocket. Quickly flicking it and conjuring two spoons, which landed on the tub. He set his wand next to him on the couch.

"You don't need to thank me for coming around, Alex... You're my best friend." Chase said as if that should have been blatantly obvious. "And it's like... eleven. Or a little before. Brent's doing work. Or should be doing work at least. So I figured I'd come hang with you. Felt like I should for some reason. So I picked up a movie, and some ice cream and came over." Chase smiled down at Alex in his arm. He was acting really weird tonight, but it was Alex. Maybe he just really didn't feel good like he said.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Alex thought long and hard for a moment. He had the chance right now to tell Chase everything that had happened. He could tattle-tale on Jackie and Chase would find a way to sort it. Chase always knew what to do. But... he'd probably tell Reid. Alex didn't want his fiancé to find out about this. It would drive him crazy. Alex opted to keep Chase in the dark about his distressing encounter with Jackie.
"Just got... a sore throat. And a headache." Alex brought his hand up to touch his neck, regretting his action immediately when his fingers brushed the band of leather. He pulled the folded blanket that rested on the back of the sofa over himself, hiding the collar from eyes' view.

"M-My wand?" Alex spluttered while he opened the tub. "Its... around. Just haven't got it on me. Y'know, like, right here." The young man spooned some ice cream into his mouth before he could say any more and have the chance of messing things up for himself. It was cookie dough flavoured with chunks of toffee. One of his favourites. But not today. The sweet dairy tasted sickly and slid down his aching throat in a lump. Alex even felt how it entered his stomach, churning it and making him feel nauseous.

Chase maybe had a sixth sense for knowing when and where he was needed. Alex had needed him. And he had came. The young man had no idea how he would of been able to cope the night by himself.
"Can you stay over?" Alex whispered, leaning over to place the almost untouched ice cream on the coffee table. "I just... I don't know... I just need someone here."




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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

Chase's face scrunched in confusion. "Did you take something for it?" Chase asked him as he pulled Alex closer into his body. Chase could really tell that something was bothering Alex, but he wasn't going to push him to talk. "What's that on your neck?" Chase said as he saw Alex's fingers wrap around the collar? Alex had tried to hide it, but it had been too late.

"Aren't wizards supposed to have their wand on them at all times?" Chase asked him with a chuckle. Then when Alex put the ice cream down, he knew there was something wrong. "What's wrong, Jay. You never turn down ice cream." Chase asked him with a sigh. He knew his best friend well, he knew there was something wrong. "'Course I'll stay. Brent shouldn't miss me too much tonight. I just gotta be sure to come back before classes start tomorrow." Chase told him, still looking confused and kind of in the dark.

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

Chase was asking too many questions. It was understandable seeing as he was probably worried about Alex being so out-of-character. He shrugged when Chase asked if he had taken something for his sore throat and headache. Truth be told, he had. But since the lesions had been so bad before this was as good as they were going to get without magic. But Chase didn't need to know that.

Alex swallowed dryly when Chase mentioned the collar. So he hadn't been quick enough to hide it. Alex supposed that he couldn't avoid his question unless he wanted to Chase to be even more suspicious. Something that would only end in yet more questions.
"Oh... this?" Alex slipped the soft blanket down from his neck an inch. Maybe Chase would be clueless about these things. Maybe he wouldn't know that a collar like this one was a symbol of ownership. He had to get this fucking thing off before Reid saw. That man was going to blow a fuse or something."Its... Its n-nothing. Really."

Alex snuggled back down into his blanket, pulling it up to his ears once again while nestling into Chase. Hopefully he didn't see him bite his lip when he mentioned that a wizard shouldn't ever be without his wand. Alex's ebony wand with a peacock feather core had been stolen for flip's sake.

And then when Chase noticed that he wasn't eating ice cream... Alex couldn't keep it in any longer.
"Something... happened, Chase." He whispered, looking up at his friend with wide, chocolatey eyes that threatened to brim with salted water. "I-I had a... fight with someone, sort of. I'm just... a bit shaken up, still. I don't like fighting. I didn't even mean for it to happen. I don't even know how it happened. I don't go out looking for trouble. It came to me, I swear. One moment I was here and the next I was--" Alex's raspy voice broke, stopping the flow of rushed words that just gushed freely out from between his pink lips. His thoughts went to when Jackie grabbed him in ways Alex didn't like and his throat burned with the need to let a sob tear from it. He resisted though and buried his face into Chase's chest. "I-I'm sorry... I just don't like physical fights."




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[Chase McKinney-Jackson]

It was nothing? It wasn't nothing, it was clearly a collar. "Is this a... fashion statement?" Chase asked him before bringing his free hand up to grab the collar around Alex's neck. "There isn't a clip on this thing. How did you get it on? How do you get it off?" Chase asked him incredulously. Something was wrong here.

Then Alex told him. He got into a fight? "Who'd you fight with? You and Reid didn't fight did you?" Chase asked worriedly. It would be horrible if they fought just after they got engaged. Then, after Alex had told him, he added that he didn't like physical fights. "Physical!? Okay, that wouldn't be Reid. Who hurt you, Alex?!" Chase asked as he let Alex bury his head in Chase's chest. He put his hand on his hand to hold him there securely. Making sure he knew Chase would never let go if that's what he wanted.

"Don't cry. I'm here now. I'm here. I won't let anyone hurt you when I'm here. Never." Chase told him best friend before kissing the top of his head. "Are you hurt anywhere seriously? What did the guy do?"

[Alexander Jay García Torres]

"Yeah... a fashion thing." Alex mumbled into his best friend's shirt. "Comes off with magic." Or so Alex hoped. He had taken knives, scissors and a flame to the leather but it hadn't even left a scratch on it. He hadn't been able to try magic on it since he didn't even have his wand on him. Alex gave a miserable sniffle, glad for his friend being here even if he was asking many questions that Alex didn't want to answer truefully. He hated lieing to Chase. But he'd hate it even more if he knew the truth.

Then, an idea struck. One that would probably avoid more uncomfortable questions. And it was very believable.
"I-I don't know, Chase!" Alex whined desperately, threading his arms around his friend's torso to hug him closer and bunching the man's shirt in his fists. "I was... I was drunk. I-I can't remember anything... I woke up and... just cleaned myself up." Chase would survive not knowing that Alex knew his attacker, Jackie, and that he had strangled him, groped him and had taken a pan to his head.

The lies he was weaving and feeding to his friend were making Alex feel terrible. He didn't deserve a friendship like his. He didn't deserve Reid either. His libertine ways had brought him this trouble. Alex pulled away from Chase and staggered to his feet, wrapping the blanket protectively around himself, hiding Jackie's present. Looking honestly wrecked, Alex limped over to his kitchen and kicked the sickening cupcake apron into a corner. This was all so messed up. It was difficult to accept that this was actual real life. All of this had actually happened.

"Fancy a drink?" Alex asked, rummaging in a cupboard for two mugs and a half empty bottle of Jack. He looked down at the bottle and tore the label off. Jack sounded and looked too much like Jackie. The Spaniard curled back onto the sofa after downing one serving of whiskey and pouring himself another. He hiccuped messily into his mug and looked over at Chase, tears setting in again.
"Don't tell Reid... por favor."




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