Law and Order- complete

IX

"Oh...Did you find her?"

"Yeah, she went off with a friend after the cops came."

"So why are we... here?" She looks out the window, clearly unfamiliar with the place.

"I wasn't going to take you to my place, doesn't seem appropriate does it?" I say half heartedly, watching Trixie as she brings my food to the table. My mouth waters at the fresh onion rings and I grab one off the plate before she sets it down.

"So what can I get you?" Trixie wipes her hands on her apron and takes out her notepad. Logan looks over at my plate before telling her that she wanted what I had. Trixie nods, giving me a small laugh, presumably at the previous scene, and struts away.

"Well, a date isn't any better." Logan continues, reaching onto my plate and grabbing an onion ring, my brows crinkle together when she does. I scoff sliding my plate out of her reach and brushing her comment aside. "This isn't a date, you know that."

"You drove me here and you're paying for my food." She points out, licking her lips at my meal.

"Who said I was paying for your food?"

"Wow," She quickly reaches across my arm that guarded my onion rings and snatches one off, popping it in her mouth before shaking her head at me. "Well I'll consider it charity work." She mocks me, making my eyes roll. I liked her better when she was drugged up and didn't talk.

Her hands find her semi- damp hair and she undoes the excuse of a bun, raking her fingers through it and allowing it to fall over her shoulders. My eyes flicker to her shirt to read the red writing before quickly looking away. I didn't notice that she wasn't wearing a bra, and my pouring water on her shirt did no justice. I focus on a cook behind the counter who I see is placing her burger together, the last thing I needed was to be objectifying her.

Trixie soon returns with Logan's food, and I'm glad that she did, seeing that half of my onion rings were already eaten by her.

Eating was fairly quiet, she seemed to be hungry as she'd finished her food in ten minutes, then proceeded to order another plate. Although I didn't specify that I was paying, I figured I had to. Part of me felt bad for judging her for taking drugs after finding out that she was drugged. but I was also shocked with the way she handled it. She never mentioned wanting to call the cops and open a case or anything. She just...accepted it.

"So, you guys seem to know eachother." she gestures towards Trixie, who lets out a loud laugh at Bobby. I give the two a glance before responding, "I used to work here."

"Oh wow. So you went from being a waiter to a defendant?" she jokes, letting out a hoarse laugh while rubbing her eyes again. My lips drag down into pity. Why was she acting like getting drugged was normal?

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask quietly, my eyes examine her face. She blinks at me, lips parted open in slight shock, "I-yeah, I mean why wouldn't I be?"

"Well-"

"So you had this job when you were in college?" She cuts me off not so subtly. I press my lips together, looking away from her and scratching at my nose. She obviously didn't want to talk about it, but as much as Dree aggravated me, it could have easily been her. I didn't like knowing that those guys got anyway with what they did.

"Yeah." I respond flatly, grabbing an onion ring and popping it into my mouth. My eyes were fixated on Booby who was now handing Trixie more onion rings to bring over to us.

It gets quiet, I can tell I made her uncomfortable as she was staring out of the window, concentrated on a car that passed by every so often. I pitied her, and part of me wanted to act anyway. Nobody should get away with something like that.

"Here you go! I got you a water sweetie, I wasn't sure what you wanted to drink." Trixie sets the plate down in the middle of the table, allowing Logan to slide it over in front of her.

"Thanks, Trixs" I nod, She gives me a close lipped smile before hollering to Bobby.

Logan picks at her food, making side remarks about how good it was, which I ignore and continue at my own plate. I'm taking a sip of the coffee when she brings up the elephant in the room once more.

"Look, I know you think this is a big deal, but it really isn't." She defends, making me drop an onion ring to the plate and twist in the booth to face her. "What part of drugging someone isn't a big deal?" I ask confusedly, genuinely seeking an answer.

"They didn't do anything,"

"Only because I got there... and if I didn't ?"

"It doesn't matter, you did. And I don't know why you're shaming some freshmen when you're accused of murder."

I scoff, giving her a look of disbelief as I shake my head. Of course. When she was begging me to tutor her, it wasn't an issue. But now that I'm telling her she needs to hold some college rapists accountable, the line is drawn. If she didn't care so much, I should have left her there to begin with. I guess that's what I get for being generous.

I bite the inside of my cheek as I hold the burger in my hand, still shaking my head. My foot was now tapping lightly on the floor. Grabbing the sandwich, I bite into the meat almost aggressively. I hated that she threw it back in my face. I hated that something I didn't even do somehow defined my character. I didn't murder anyone.

"I'm sorry, I know you said you didn't do it."

"Don't worry about it."

I refuse to speak to her as we continue at our meal, which she seemed to take advantage of . After her third cheese burger and fourth round of onion rings, it was almost four in the morning. The coffee had worn off and she seemed to be getting tired. Her phone had buzzed a few times, and she answered, but that was when we had just got here.

She gives me her address and I place it in my phone, appeased that she was only eight minutes away from here.

"Can I have your thingys." She reaches for my onion rings as I'm getting ready to throw them in the trash. I roll my eyes, handing her the tray and watching her eat the last three before tossing it in the large trashcan along with her plates. I leave a fifty dollar bill, assuming that the total would be around that much considering her appetite and my refills.

"Thanks for the food." She thanks me as we open the door. Her hand flies around her arms and she rubs her palms against her arms, shuddering from the weather. It was at least 20 degrees.

I don't respond, instead, I tuck my hands into my pocket and squint my eyes as a cold draft of air comes by.

She opens the passenger door and quickly sets herself in, looking in the back seat for what I assume is her jacket, her face tugs into a frown when she sees it isn't there.

My hands run through my hair and I let out a huff, turning the heat on the highest setting. "Put your seatbelt on." I mumble, not being able to shake her comment from my head. I should have been offended by it the way I was, but I couldn't help it. I felt like she was just a number on a long list of people who didn't believe me . The only person who did was my mother, and she's my mom. What kind would she be if she thought her son was capable of committing murder?

The ride is slow and quiet with only the sound of the radio playing. She had fallen asleep before I was even able to leave the parking lot, I only knew this because of how loud her snores had gotten. Her dark brown hair was sprawled against the window as her head lied on it, I tried to avoid hitting any bumps in the roads to wake her up.

As I said before, I preferred her quiet.