Person Of Interest. [GoodGuyFitz]

F*ck Off, Fitz. (13)

"I miss you so fucking much," I whispered, my voice hoarse and broken sounding. I ran my hands through the blades of grass underneath me and over her. "And I'm so fucking sorry."

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I'm not sure how long I stayed by her grave. I couldn't distinguish twenty minutes from two hours. Not that I cared much though. She's the only thing that mattered right now. I talked to her for a long time. I told her about all of the current events, celebrity drama. I even talked about the lads and how I felt about Cam. She'd approve.

The sky went from clear and blue to overcast and windy in a short amount of time and eventually I decided it was time to head home. I cleared my trash and buried the weight of the balloon into the grass just a little bit so the wind wouldn't blow the balloon away. Deep down I knew the cemetery workers would end up throwing the balloon away, but I'm sure Annabelle would like to hold onto it for a little bit longer.

The familiar voice of Jay came from a distance just as I started walking away from her grave site. I didn't want him to see me here, so I quickly walked away and out of his sight before he could see me. Once I decided I was a safe distance away I turned around to look. Jay wasn't alone, though. A shorter girl with light brown hair held his hand as they stood over his grave. Was it his mom? Anna? I know I shouldn't be imposing on this, but I couldn't help myself.

I was just about to leave when I noticed Jay set something big and bulky down. It almost looked like a car seat, but the distance made it hard to know what it was. He leaned down and came back up holding something. No, someone. A baby. Jay has a baby. Annabelle is the Aunt to that baby.

You don't have the right to know this. Leave.

For the first time in a long time, I agreed with my subconscious and left the cemetery feeling guilty. Surely Jay would come unglued if he found out I was just stalking him and his family. I decided I wouldn't ask questions to anyone other than myself, even though they'll go unanswered.

The one question that kept repeating in my mind as I drove home was if the lads knew he had a kid. They know about his wife, but for the safety of their child, is it a secret? Did they even know about Annabelle? As I pulled into my driveway I slammed the palm of my hand into my forehead, I can't keep being nosey. It's not right for me to know or even to ponder about these things.

It's none of your business Rory!

"I know," I whispered, getting out of my car. The door slammed harder than I intended and I was met by a tall man on my door step, "Do you have a thing for my porch? You seem to end up on it a lot."

Cam smiled and stepped aside as I unlocked my door, "Would you prefer I just let myself inside and wait for you there?" He knew my answer and laughed as I stayed silent. "I brought you something."

"If it's not food I don't want it. I haven't had a proper meal in a while, and I'm ordering pizza. You can stay if you want," I yelled from the kitchen.

"I wouldn't call pizza a proper meal, but you do you. And sure I'll stay, and I'll invite the lads over, too," Cam smirked, knowing that would frustrate me.

"Look. I'm not really okay with that-"

"Look, I'm already calling Ryan," Cam interrupted, putting the phone on speaker.

"Cam I don't want those people in my house-"

Ryan answered the call.

"Cam please!" I begged, but couldn't help but smile at his foolishness.

"Hey Captain! Void was kind enough to treat all of us to pizza tonight if you want to round everyone up and head over here."

"That sounds wonderful actually. Let her know we'll be there in the hour!" Ryan cheerfully accepted.