𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐣 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐤

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨

"im gonna testify under oath. i mean i was there. you should too claire." sarah told her sister who nodded. the crew had just gotten back to the chateau and were sitting on the porch.

"i just need to get a hold of my sister." sarah said.

"sister?" jj asked.

"kie do you have your phone? wheezie is the only other person who knows rafe wanst home that day." sarah continued and dialed the number of her sister.

"wheezie?" jj asked in disbelief.

sarah walked inside to charge the phone while jj sat in confusion and anger.

"wheezie? yeah that will work." he says, his sentence laced with sarcasm.

"well she's right about one thing, our boy is a PO-dub right now, okay? he's held captive by the enemy right now. maybe even scheduled for execution. are we just gonna sit here?" he asks.

"what's the plan? kidnap shoupe?" claire throws out.

"maybe. like, that's not the worst idea actually." jj replied and claire whipped her head to look at him.

"oh, it's not?" she asked. kie and pope also asked him that.

"that is actually the worst idea i've ever heard." pope said.

"it's pretty bad." sarah said from inside.

"you know? please just stay out of this." he told her and claire glared at him. they've never been mad at eachother but he was honestly acting like an idiot right now which was not helping with the current situation.

"okay pope, look, we've been doing everything your way and how has that been working out?" jj asked.

"okay, so what's your plan?" pope said, "you're gonna storm a jail guns-a-blazing?"

"look, pope, all im trying to get you to understand is they got our boy. are we just gonna sit here and do nothing? no! we're gonna go get his ass." jj yelled.

"jj, we're not storming a jail!" claire shouted at him. the group watched in shock of the couple that was fighting

"what are you gonna do then?" he yelled at her.

"i don't know? testify? get wheezie to tell the cops about rafe? i can bring my blood stained clothes to the cops and have them find peterkins blood on them and they will know that i was there." claire shouted.

"im going." jj said and stood up from against the wall.

"jj, you aren't storming a fucking jail!" claire followed him.

he walked off the porch and into the rain, the water immediately soaking the two.

"are you fucking stupid?" claire asked him and he stared at her.

"do you even love me?" he yelled and her eyes softened for a second.

"of course i do! hence, why i am not okay with you doing this! youre gonna get arrested." she said and he scoffed.

"i'll be fine. just sit in your pretty little throne and let john b die." he said and rode away on his bike, leaving claire speechless.

"fuck you, jj maybank." she said and walked onto the porch.

"should we be worried?" kie asked, hearing the entire thing.

"yes, for sure." claire replied and walked inside with sarah.

"did you get a hold of her?" claire asked.

sarah looked up to to younger blonde and shook her head.

"no, im going down to the dock." sarah said and got up. claire sighed and walked into the guest bedroom. her eyes glanced around at some of jj's clothes laying on the floor. she pushed back her tears before climbing into the bed and drifting off to sleep.