In Duffs We Trust

Chapter 27 Drowning

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-Peach

"I'm gonna kill that pansy British asshole" John growled as he sat his coffee cup down.

"John, honey. I know your mad but you have to give Claire sometime to figure out what is really going on" Jess told her husband as she sat her cup down.

"I'm gonna beat his ass regardless Jess. Claire is too sweet of person to be put through this shit."

"I know. Let me go check on her okay."

John nodded and scratched his head as he looked out over the pool. He hoped for Claire's  sake Tom wasn't an idiot.

Claire sat on the bed with Horatio in the guest room. She glanced at her phone and saw that it would be near eight in L.A. She was exhausted and needed some sleep. Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Come in" Claire spoke her voice raw from crying.

"Hey, honey it's me. Just checking in on you. Are you hungry? I brought you some fruit and some coffee" Jess asked smiling softly at her.

"I'm bad good as I can be. Food would be good." Claire smiled weakly at her.

"Honey, I know there is a lot going on right now, but I want you to take care of yourself and that baby."

"I will, I'm trying to at least" Claire admitted as she took a sip of the hot coffee.

"I know, you can stay as long as you need. You know that."

"I just need a few days. Then I will hear back to California and get a hotel. I still have work to do."

"Sarah could fly in and cover your story."

"Yeah I suppose she could."

"She would in a heartbeat. Besides you have other things to think about."

"Yeah, like moving my things out of the apartment and into my own" Claire sighed as she sat the cup down.

"Take your time okay."

"I will." Claire smiled at her sister in law.

Jess made her exit and Claire picked at the fruit she left. Once she was finished she laid down curling into the pillows. Her phone rang. Claire picked it up and saw it was Tom. She ignored the call sending it to voicemail. Talking to him wasn't on the agenda today.

Tom cussed as his call was rejected and sent to voicemail.

"Claire love, please call me. I love you. I need to explain."

Tom hung up and slammed his phone on the counter. He glanced down at the rings in his hand. What had he done.

Suddenly Tom's phone rang. He quickly looked in hopes it was Claire. He sighed as Derek's name shown.

"Any word?" Tom asked.

"No, I don't know where she has gone. She paid cash for a ticket. She doesn't want to be found Tom."

"Keep trying. If something happens to her and our baby I'll never live with myself."

"Listen chap, I am your friend. I have been for a long time, but you fucked up."

"I know I did Derek. God I hate myself."

"And you should chap. Now you have some serious work to do to make it up to her and get your family back. It won't be easy but you and Claire are meant to be. You didn't find her in Atlanta to lose her again."