Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

Twenty Three

So...let's just...let's just recap for a second.  It's the end of April.  I have to be in LA next week; the show's still on, and I've never been more relieved.  Devin drove me to the airport this afternoon and I took a flight to Atlanta, on her, a thank you for going through with rehab.  I haven't replaced the pills, and I haven't wanted to.  But...I still have one person to apologize to, and I've never been more afraid in my life.

I was banking on them still letting me in the gate, and thank God he never thought to take my name off, because the guy there let me in with no issues, since I had my ID.  It's quiet at the studio tonight, though, and I'm beginning to wonder if he's even here...but the black car he drove last month is sitting in its spot, so he has to be here somewhere...I hope.

God, I hope this wasn't a bad decision...  We're friends, right?  Yeah.  Were.  Whatever.  But I should be okay doing this.  He won't mind, will he?  I don't even know.  He deleted everything from my phone, just left the photos.

My hands twist nervously, not bothering to move the hair from my face that the wind is gently blowing out of place. Then the lights shut down inside one of the warehouses, but it's late. I check my phone - ten thirty. Ouch. I should just go home. I should...

And then there's movement at the other end of the parking spaces., and soon enough, I can make out his short silhouette.  God, I haven't seen him in so long. His hair's still spiked like Tony, but he's casual. He's got those ridiculous pants on and an army green t-shirt hugging his chest. His hands are stuffed in his pocket and he stares at the ground, silently nodding as Jimmy scrolls through his phone, informing him of one thing or another.

Then he kicks the ground as they slow to a stop beside a car, probably Jimmy's, and he finally looks up. At this point, he's turned away from me, and I press my lips together, hard. What if he's meeting someone? He's probably forgotten all about me, right? I mean, that stupid song doesn't matter to him in the scheme of things...

Jimmy finally puts the phone down and strolls over to the driver's side, opening the door and speaking to Robert across the roof, who's still standing by the passengers side. Weird...he usually loves driving. Especially the old school cars like this.  Suddenly, my eyes lock with Jimmy's and I immediately turn my gaze away, fumbling with my hands even more. My heart's racing, but I force myself to look back up, and of course he's alerted him. Robert's staring my way, his eyebrows pressed together in confusion, so I make a quick decision to just wave awkwardly and force a slight smile.

I see Jimmy raise an eyebrow and I can faintly hear them.

"Go. I'll meet ya there."

Robert turns back to him and nods, then strolls my way. It's slow and agonizing and he's staring at his feet again until they lead up to me.

"Hey..." I whisper, which makes him finally look up and meet my eyes.

It kills me... I hate these nerves. I should just leave.

He exhales and frowns slightly, finally taking the bait. "Okay, I'll bite. What are you doing here?"

His voice is so smooth and deeper than I remember, and it hurts.

"I just wanted to see you..." I stutter out.

He rolls back on his heels, giving me a cold answer in response. "Okay, well, here I am. You're lucky you got here when you did. Filming wraps in a few weeks."

I frown and decide maybe it's time to get straight to the point. I try to plan my response before it comes out, but I'm having trouble. He looks so good. Tired, but good. But his guard is up, and it's obvious.

"I did it," I say simply, never leaving his chocolate eyes. "We reported him to the police, and... They arrested him. There was a hearing."

He lets his shoulders loosen and his face softens, obviously relieved, but he doesn't talk, so I keep going, but only once I look at my hands again.