Don't Stand By Me (COMPLETE)

INTERLUDE TEN

A few weeks later

1.

"Thank you for your statement, it will be filed accordingly. Do you have anything else you would like to add?"

"Can I speak off the record?" Elvis asked, leaning back in his chair.

The interviewer gestured for him to continue and he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I don't understand how we aren't in jail cells right now."

"A deal was struck."

"A deal? What kind of deal?"

"The details of which are confidential. But you and your friends have been granted blanket immunity for your work in helping take down the Montgomery and the Price crime families as well as a very large drug shipment that was intercepted. Our service owes you all a debt of gratitude."

"Thank you?"

"You're most welcome. Thank you for your time, Mr Miller. There is a car waiting outside to escort you home."

"No need." He shook his head, "I've made my own arrangements." He shook the interviewer's hand, thanking her before leaving the interrogation room, rolling his eyes at the ridiculousness of the entire situation once again.

"Hi." Dixon smiled softly, jumping up from the uncomfortable seat in the hallway, "All good?"

"All great." He smiled back warmly, "How did yours go?"

"Alright. Apparently we have immunity."

"So I heard. I would say it's Violet's doing somehow."

Dixon hummed thoughtfully, reaching forward and grabbing Elvis' hand, "Let's go home, you still have so much packing to do, you know?"

"We can't all be as super organised as you, dear." He paused, "It still feels really fucked up to still be leaving when all of this is going on."

"Life moves on." Dixon shrugged, "Why can't we? Haven't we earned that much?"

Elvis nodded stiffly but quickly melted, accepting the gentle kiss from the other man as they walked back towards the apartment hand in hand as the sun blared down on them.

2.

"Violet, if you fluff one more pillow I may be forced to put you under arrest."

"Not funny!" She growled, thumping Fitz with the throw pillow lightly, "I just want everything to be perfect."

"Well things aren't perfect. Everyone is mentally and physically all over the place, the media has gone into a tailspin and not to mention Kiara-"

"Alright!" She snapped, shoving the pillow into Fitz's arms, "I get it! I just wanted to pretend I had some semblance of control for five minutes, okay?"

His face softened as he dropped the pillow to the ground, sitting back onto the couch and dragging Violet down with him as she protested. She giggled, burying her face in the crook of his neck and inhaling deeply.

"I don't think I properly thanked you for everything." She mumbled, "Thank you. I don't know what we would have done without you."

Fitz chuckled, "I don't know, it seems like Kiara did most of the work." Then he grew stoic, "But I have you to thank just as much. The footage you got on that body cam at the Canyon? Proves everything we have been working for, since before I even joined the agency. His entire operation is gone, for good. Because of you."

"If only I didn't have to ruin everyone's lives to do it." Violet muttered.

"You didn't ruin everyone's lives. You got them all immunity, and the media circus is already getting bored of you all."