G U A R D E D | Tom Hiddleston

Chapter IX

Rather be the hunter than the prey.

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"Did you find any prints?"

"No, Dad, this person is smart, they wiped them all clean" I said turning to my father who arrived within minutes after calling him.

Tom was being questioned again, He looked frightened, and it doesn't help he is probably sweating on all that get up.

"You're worried about him?" My father glanced over At Tom as well.

"Its my job, I have to be worried at the least bit" I responded.

"Honey. It was just a yes or no answer" my dad chuckled.

"No" I crossed my arms.

"And there is no need to lie, or be so stoic, honey, he's a fun lad, high spirited, positive, happy, gentle" my dad said.

I turned to Tom again seeing him with his head in his hands and his body jerking up and down slightly.

He was crying.

Instinctively my body began to move towards him.

"End of your questioning, get out of here" I places my hand on Paul's shoulder.

He and the other officer nodded then left me with Tom.

He was crying quietly.

"Colin. I do no wish for you to see me this way" he muttered, his voice breaking as he did so.

"I don't care, I will see you at your best and worst, it's okay" I placed my hand on his shoulder.

He looked up slightly, his blue eyes were surrounded by redness and wetness, his face was red as well due to his crying.

I sighed then wiped away his tears, I took his hands.

"Come. We're going home." I said helping him stand from the chair he was sat on.

He nodded, the producers allowed me to take Tom away which was good, or there was gonna be a problem.

On the way to his trailer we saw outside the studio gates, police officers were holding back paparazzi.

I Scoffed then quickly took tom inside his trailer.

"Change so we can go" I said to him.

He nodded then removed his costume,I threw him a plain black shirt and some of his pants he's left here, he put on some brown sandals , I helped him remove his wig, as I was removing his make up, the door to his trailer opened up, I quickly grabbed my gun and pointed it in the direction, "Pumpkin, its me"

"Dad! Knock!" I shouted at him then holstered my gun.

"Want me to start up your car?" He asked.

I nodded then chucked him my G Wagon's keys, he left quickly as I continued to remove the make up.

He was quiet, and he doesn't usually cry so I was curious.