indomitus | f. castle

XVIII.

"If you call one wolf, you invite the pack."

XVIII.

"You know I can't tell you anything right?" I sigh as I pour coffee for Jeff as he sits at the bar in front of me.

"Throw me a bone here." He pleads.

"I already tried, she won't budge." Donna told him passing me to go help a booth in the corner. Of course she recognized Frank right away when she saw the news, she didn't push that part out of me rather than the part about the trial that she knew I was obviously working on with Nelson and Murdock. When I tried to explain at least some parts about Frank and I now that she had seen that he was The Punisher she simply shut me up telling me I didn't have to explain anything to her and that she understood. I don't know what she understood but I was grateful for it, I didn't feel like delving in about mine and Frank's relationship. She knew I cared for him so I can assume that's why she shut me down when I tried to say something, because maybe that's what she understood, that I still care for Frank of course and that was not going to change because he was The punisher whether she knew I knew who he really was before or not, which she didn't.

"So you really can't say? We all know he went batshit in court and lost the case, but why?" He questions me as he eats his food.

"Jefferson, for the love of god." I huff and lean against the counter, "look, we don't know why he did what he did, okay? He's in prison now and that's all I can say."

"Shit, so he went against you guys, why though?" I send him a pointed look. I clearly just told him that was all I could say.

"Right, sorry. But you know if anything might happen to slip no one can really hold it against you..." He suggests. I roll my eyes and grab the rag near me and begin wiping the bar down to his left.

"Case closed, Jeff." I state. Although, it wasn't closed, it was far from it. Frank was going to get out of prison and finish what he started, it was just a matter of when and of course how but I wouldn't know that till I see him. If you see him. The thought crosses my mind and I realize that I don't know if I would see him, he'd be in hiding. What makes me think I'd actually see him again? Or that he would even try to come and see me? If anything I'd be in even more danger and if anyone finds out that I knew Frank yet was still helping the trial, Matt and Foggy would take the backlash. Jesus, if Reyes decided to look into me at all we'd all be six feet under. I'm actually surprised she didn't do some snooping on me after she met me, or maybe she had. It would be easy to find out where I lived and then connect that to the fact that Frank lived right across the hall.

"Okay, but you've obviously talked to this dude, what's he like?" It's like Jeff knew what I could talk about, I could sense him also trying to find a loop hole. Maybe if I talk to him about Frank something will slip that shouldn't, he's sneaky, I'll give him that.

"He's quiet." It wasn't a lie, Frank wasn't the type of person to talk much, he kept things short and simple.

"Emma, please. I've been staring at the inside of that damn restaurant for this whole week and then I go home to watch reruns of Seinfeld. Please give me something, your life is so exciting." I roll my eyes. Yeah my life was exciting in some aspects, in Brooklyn all I did was work and go straight home too, nothing special. I was merely an accountant over there, they didn't take me to do all the things like Matt and Foggy did. Maybe I was only tagging along because they knew I knew Frank and they could use that. But Matt wouldn't of offered me a P.I. position if I was only good for this certain case.

"He's a good man, Jeff. He lost his family, went into a rut because of it and hasn't exactly found his way out." I shrug.

"He has killed thirty people, or more." Jeff points out. I roll my eyes.