You swim? Grayson Hawthorne X OC

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"How's boredom treating you?" I entered the bedroom, where Grayson was sitting at the desk.

"I want to die." Grayson looked at me, almost pleading for me to let him do something.

I had to admit, that I was being overly harsh with him. However, I would rather be harsh and stop him from overworking himself, than find him on another bathroom floor like Nash had. Many times I had tried to convey to Grayson, that I didn't want to upset him, however he kept asking to do things. Finally I had decided he could do something involving some brain power, which wasn't a Sudoku.

"No, you don't. Anyways, I'll let you come and help with the riddles, if you promise to be in bed by ten." I offered. Grayson looked at me, clearly trying to play his cards.

"What if my insomnia doesn't want me to sleep?" He questioned.

"Then you're still going to sit in bed. Rest your eyes, read, anything, but in bed." I explained. Grayson sighed and stood, heading towards me.

"Alright." He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. My arms wrapped themselves around his torso, giving him a tight squeeze.

"Good, come on." I grabbed his hand and pulled him with me back to the library, where Jameson and Avery were sitting.

The table was in the corner of the library, a small booth seat on the one side and a bench on the other. Books were sorted from top to bottom in every shelf surrounding us and it let us hide from anyone who wanted to come and find us.

"Ah, look who's back." Jameson grinned, as I sat down. Grayson sat down next to me, an unimpressed look on his face.

"Lighten up, she's finally let you out of your room." Avery smirked.

"I've let him out of his room." I muttered. Avery only held up her hands in surrender, not saying anything else. I gave her a kick under the table, making her repress a laugh.

„So what do we have?" Grayson questioned, picking up small things on the table.

One thing clearly caught his eye. Zara's wedding ring laid on the table, the light reflecting off of it's shiny surface.

„Helped us decode the message." Jameson spoke and pushed the sheet of paper towards his brother.

Grayson picked up the paper and read through the text, which Jameson had decoded.

„Clearly useless." Grayson handed it back, as Avery sighed.

„We know. However, I looked at the rings and guess what I've found." Avery smirked. Grayson stared at her with another unimpressed look, it was a miracle his face didn't have permanent wrinkles.

„One of the things I appreciate about Lieta is that she tells you things straight away, because she gets too excited." He replied instead, making me look at him.

"She's not great at staying quiet, but that's always been the same." Avery shrugged. I looked between the two slightly offended.

"We've got coordinates. Another holiday home, this time in Costa Rica." Avery smirked.

I looked at Grayson, as gears clearly started turning in his head. His mind was elegant when it came up with solutions. I envied it, yet also marvelled at the way he thought.

"Where do we go from here, Gray?" I questioned softly, as he closed his eyes taking a deep breath. The silence embraced us. Grayson opened his eyes and looked down at me.

"We look for Toby." He nodded.

"We can't leave the house." Avery sighed.

"Send Libby and Nash to Connecticut, whilst we search further here." Grayson explained and stood up.