Boy Wonder

S4E9|| THE STORM

JJ pov
"Growing up, Luke would always tell me when he was drunk off his ass, and if there's one thing I know, hell is other people. It's not the world that hurts you, it's the people that live in it. I didn't get it at first, because I was a kid so, it didn't make much sense to me. Then, one day, I just decided to ask him. I said, 'what do you mean, hell is other people?', and he looked at me for a while. All he said was, 'just keep on living...and you'll find out.'. Yeah, he's been wrong about a lot of things, but, man, he sure as hell told the truth about that one. He went from a fake, shitty dad to a real dad who just tried to kill me.", I explained to my friends.

"I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch when I see him. It's on site, no cap.", (Y/n) stated firmly.

"Ain't that the truth. Hell certainly is other people.", I finished.

(Y/n) pov

Something feels off about tonight. I don't know how to explain it but, it's a bad feeling.

"That Berber guy who drew the map, he was Moroccan, right? Last time JJ saw Groff, he was most likely headed to Essaouira on the Moroccan coast. That's where we need to go.", Pope stated sternly.

"Damn, I was really hoping that it wouldn't get worse than Luke. But Groff? I mean, I knew something wasn't right but to try and ki-", I started.

"(Y/n). (Y/n), just stop. Your sympathy and love, thank you, I appreciate ya, but it ain't helping and it doesn't do anything. This does.", JJ interrupted me, drinking as he finished his sentence.

"Look, I'm only trying to help, babe. Also, drinking doesn't help either. In fact, it's gonna make things worse. Sure, it's helping you right now but, it won't help you out later.", I stated with annoyance as I rolled my eyes at him.

"Shit, guys!", JJ spat worriedly, as we heard a boat's engine.

"What's up?", my brother asked curiously.

"Who the hell is coming out here this early? There ain't much to do out here.", I sighed.

"Fuck, it's the cops.", JJ said.

"Why? How did they find us out here?", I asked with a serious tone.

"What's the plan, then?", Pope asked with a slightly worried tone.

"Follow me. Let's go.", my brother demanded.

We followed my brother, our feet entering the cold water as we hid below the dock. We watched cautiously as they shouted for JJ. They plan to arrest him in connection with the murder of Hollis Robinson. The realtor cougar of figure eight? That can't be right.

"Murder?", I asked him in a quiet voice.

We swam away, climbing aboard the pontoon and sailing away from the cops swiftly.

"Damn, murderer? Didn't ever think I'd get that far but hey, I guess I'm the new murderer in town.", JJ stated jokingly.

"That makes, what, three of us now? Yeah, John B and I were framed for Sheriff Peterkins, rest in peace to that diva. Now you've got the realtor cougar under your belt. That's crazy, babe.", I chuckled dryly.

"Yeah, and it doesn't really help that they have a video of you saying, 'I will kill them all.'", Pope added.

"Hey, nobody asked for your opinion on this now, did we, Pope?", JJ snapped.