Law and Order- complete

XXX

"Maybe he's just needing some fresh air," China suggests, running a hand up and down my back as I sob uncontrollably. Her voice is hoarse as a result of her shooting out of bed and rushing over the second I called her. Ramon kneels on the other side of me, his eyes glancing around Harry's living room as we were on his couch.

While I wanted to be concerned about his reaction upon seeing the both of them in his home, I doubt I'd give a shit. He owed me an explanation before I owed him one.

"Fresh air?" I ask incredulously, taking a napkin from the napkin holder Ramon silently held. "He asks me to be his girlfriend, fucks the shit out of me on his bed, and then leaves in the middle of the night for fresh air."

China shakes her head and looks at Ramon, silently pleading for help. From the corner of my eye, I see him shrug and shake his head rapidly to tell her he has no clue what to do, and I'd snap at the both of them if I wasn't so grateful they'd come and if I wasn't so preoccupied with bawling my eyes out.

"You said you think he had a nightmare?" China begins, "Maybe that scared him away."

"You should have seen the way he looked at me, China. Like nothing we did happened or even mattered. And then he left. I mean- I don't even know where he could have gone. He could have talked to me, I would have listened." I hyperventilate, my voice getting louder to talk over the tears that come.

"Maybe he didn't want you to listen," Ramon finally speaks up, "Maybe he didn't want you to know."

"He is going through a lot right now, Logan," China adds softly while adding at Ramon, then ducking her head down to look at me. She stopped rubbing circles on my back. I dab my eyes with the tissues and throw them on the floor angrily before yanking another one.

"I'm his girlfriend. If this is how he's going to be; not talking to me and treating me like a dog-"

"You can't internalize that." China says, her voice clear, "And you can't tell him how to react to a situation you have never been put in. He's spent the last decade trying to clear his name and it's finally happening. That's a big deal, and while he should be happy, you don't know where his emotions are."

"He could have anxiety," Ramon reminds me, having something meaningful to contribute to the conversation for once.

I mentally correct myself, shooting him a telepathic apology before sighing. They were right, but it still hurt. I was worried more than I was hurt. I had no clue where he was and it was nearing five in the morning. I knew that the broadcast would come around eight to determine whether Soto was determined guilty and maybe those last three or four hours were too much for Harry. Maybe he did need fresh air but in a mental aspect rather than physical.

"I'm sorry I pulled you guys out of bed," I apologize, looking at the both of them sadly. The sun rises in his patio door, telling me that he'd now been gone for about two hours.

"I was in the middle of a good fucking dream," China says. "Idris Elba was giving me a back massage."

"You said I'm the only man you dream about!" Ramon gasps.

"That was metaphorical, dummy," She rolls her eyes and motions to me, "Every girl dreams about Idris Elba. Right, Lo?"

I shrug, "I'm more of an Antonio Banderas girl." I chuckled dryly, and they both laughed. It's enough to instantly calm me. To convince myself that my boyfriend was completely fine and was just needing time to himself. That I should just go back to bed and we'd talk in the morning.

But then the door clicks, signifying that it was being unlocked.

I wipe my nose and sniff, the three of us standing to our feet. China runs her palms down the front of her pajama shorts and Ramon sucks in a sharp breath, muttering, "This is gonna be fucking awkward."