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Kyle Monahan

"One of the deep secrets in life is that all that is really worth doing is what we do for others."

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a character in “the way we were”, as played by Wolf's Bane109

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"Death ends a life, not a relationship."
Bury A Friend - Billie Eilish
Jeklle & Hyde (optional) - Bishop Briggs
Who Are You, Really? -Mikky Ekko



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F U L LXN A M E
Kyle Matthew Luis Monahan

N I C K N A M E (S)
Kye | Most commonly used by friends, isn't used often anymore
Monahan | Used mostly now since becoming an officer
Lu/Loui | Childhood nickname from Erin

B I R T H D A Y
March 15th, Pisces

A G E
Twenty-Five

S E X U A L I T Y
Biromantic | Asexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Caucasian

H O M E T O W N
Brooklyn, New York

H E X
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S T Y L E
Unlike most people his age, Kyle is described as having an 'old soul' sort of vibe about him. Rarely ever is he seen wearing jeans a t-shirt, as he prefers to wear long sleeve button up shirts, or collored shirts with minimal design. Nothing too complex or flashy, preferably darker colors such as blues and reds, but most of the time he goes with a plain collared shirt with a vest. He prefers to look as professional as often as he can, as comfort isn't such a priority with him. For shoes, he'll gladly wear loafers and low ankled shoes, as said by Erin plenty of times he liked the "dad shoes" over anything else. But on the odd occasion, he will wear jeans and the occasional flannel shirt, still with a vest though as he feels more comfortable and safe with layers. As for accessories, he is always seen with his thick, black-rimmed glasses, whether he's wearing them or not he always has them with him, as from a young age he was diagnosed with poor eyesight. X, X, X, X

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
6' 2", 187cm | 215lbs, 97kg

A P P E A R A N C E
No one ever would have believed it when one is told that Kyle used to be the nerdy kid in high school, with the thick-rimmed glasses, tall and scrawny, and terrible fashion sense. With his tousled mousy brown hair that is messily styled or slicked back, his chiseled jawline and features, broad shoulders and muscle definition, people would have to look twice to make sure it was the same person. He went from being the cliche wimp of the school grounds to being a tall and all but capable man of the law. His eyes are always transfixed on his surroundings when not nose deep in a book or case file into the late hours of the night. From a man that once couldn't stand on his own two feet is now one that no one would ever really want to mess with, as he seemingly exudes confidence and dominance. But much like his sister, it is a bit of a front, as he is still socially awkward and usually has to rely on his wits and knowledge over his social cues and skills, which he lacks and becomes rather obvious when confronted by large crowds of people. But from an outsider's appearance, he is a very attractive young man that you best steer clear of if you don't want to get into trouble from with the law, as he is always sporting his police badge by his hip or jacket pocket, as well as NYPD badge on his shoulder of his jackets.



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L I K E S
| Books of any kind, not much of a surprise as he can always be seen with a book in hand | Tea, especially fruit and mint flavored tea | Chess, he finds it rather relaxing and calming, as well as it being one of the very few things he's genuinely good at | Mathematics and any problem solving are things he enjoys doing while others despised it | Soft and calming music, preferably classical and vinyl are the ones he adores | The warmth and comfort of a fire, something about the heat and sound comfort him | Order, mainly things being put back where they belong as even something of the smallest detail is off it will bother him until he fixes it | Helping people, while he isn't the best with people, he feels a constant pull to doing what's right | Crime scenes, while he doesn't find the act of a death or murder fascinating, it's seeing what the human body does as it shuts down that fascinates him in an odd and morbid way | Nature, from animals and trees, something about outdoors bringing a sense of calm and ease to him | Having his personal space and privacy respected as he doesn't like people touching him |

D I S L I K E S
| Blood, gore, and anything that comes from a person, he finds anytihng of that nature stomach turning and uncomforting | Loud or sudden noises cause a sense of panic and anxiety | Being touched by people, only a select few people get the allowance of being touched and even then it's rare as being touched or held can cause violent or sudden outbursts from him | Being treated differently from everyone else for being himself | The fact that he can't control some of his urges, even though he tries his hardest | Being seen as a bother or waste of space | Strong smells, like burnt coffee or burnt flesh, something about that causes panic and anxiety | Things of his being touched, even his own items like a pen or cup being touched by someone else will have to make him clean the object several times before he can use it again | The sound of eating or mouth sounds, he can't stand the sound or sight of someone eating, which causes him to eat by himself most of the time | Unclean and dirty surfaces, even the smallest specs or dust cause stress and anxiety for him, as his apartment are impecably clean | Public transport, he can't stand those places and avoids them at all costs |


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P E R S O N A
Kyle is an introverted, socially awkward person who holds in a lot of anger, mainly towards the society that he is unable to participate in due to his social skills, or lack thereof due to his condition. He suffers from anxiety, which makes it difficult for him to participate in social situations and any real friendships or relationships, except for the close bond he once had with his sister, Erin. But, because of this anxiety, he is unable to bring himself to attend any social gatherings or celebrations, or even simply going out with friends, much to their dismay and annoyance at times. Despite this, he will at times try to overcome his fear and go out with friends, when he isn't on the job or busy with work-related issues. As a common sign of his anxiety and comfortability, Kyle is rarely seen not wearing a black, leather jacket which may be his personal uniform for the world and a comfort blanket of sorts. It also allows him to blend into the world, much like a featureless, black anonymous avatar when not busy with work.

Although he tries to ensure that he is fine and doesn't need any help, Kyle has agreed to receive mandated therapy to help him deal with his anxiety and past traumas, as well as his emotional issues and anger management. Though he tells Sabrena, his therapist, that he is taking his medication, there are moments when he questions whether his perceptions are accurate and even working. He self-medicates with morphine, using suboxone to help with any withdrawal he may experience, but also uses recreational drugs such as marijuana and lighter drugs. But as time has gone on, it's slowly proven to not work or help with anything, and he is starting to seek out help with his past addictions as he obviously can't have any drugs in his system, and as such he stays away from them as much as he can, but sometimes the temptation is too strong.

Outside of his awkwardness and social anxiety, he has working relationships with some peers, his closest friend in recent years being his fellow officer, Arisa Winston, But as time has gone on, Sebrena has encouraged him to connect with other people, but his anxiety generally prevents him from being comfortable in social situations. But now that he has moved back to his old home state, he hopes that Erin can help him in more ways than one with finding his real identity and self-worth.

Aside from his never-ending anxiety, one key factor to note about Kyle is the fact that no matter where he goes, he always has a small pack of sterile white gloves. He doesn't like having to touch anything that he isn't sure about with his bare hands. He had been made fun of for being a "germ freak" and "clean freak" for always having washed his hands or used the bacteria-killing hand wash as a kid, something he still brings around with him is a small bottle of hand sanitizer. He's never liked having to touch unknown surfaces as a child and even now it's only seemingly gotten worse over time, as it's evident by him always keeping gloves on hand and making sure to avoid any and all physical contact with people if he can avoid it. He is essentially an atom bomb waiting to go off, and no one would be prepared for whenever that small bomb goes off.

One thing to note about him, is that Kyle can never maintain direct eye-contact with someone for prolonged periods of time. Any and all eye-contact is almost always avoided by him, as if he almost feels threatened or that he'll be in trouble if he is caught looking at someone. He essentially has the general mindset and actions of a child, but with the intellect and knowledge of an absolute genius, having people often question if the immaturity is simply an act, or if there is something really wrong with him. Whether or not that part is true remains to be seen, but someone cannot deny that there is something off about Kyle, not many knowing where to put their finger on it. But the only person that really knows and understands Kyle, sometimes even better than himself is his own sister, Erin. While they haven't talked or even seen each other since he left for law school, he knows he can always count on her for help, even if she has her own problems and issues, and while he knows he'd be a burden, he knows full well he always has an allie in someone, even if that haven't spoken in years.


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H I S T O R I A
It all started when a young and dumb couple decided to get married at an all too young age. They were irresponsible and immature, having a family at such a young age, nonetheless in New York City was a mistake, and that was putting it lightly. They were undeniably infatuated with each other and they considered in love over lust or being dumb and young. It was about three months from the delivery date for their first child that the news hit them, they weren't having just one child, but two, twins to be specific. And that fact didn't change anything, they were more excited now to welcome their two kids into the world. For the most part, from an early age their life was as good as one would expect. Their parents raised them as well as they could as their father Dante was an at the time well-known musician and their mother Abigail was a simple waitress at one of the local bars. Their life and education was a good one, not the best, but it was what their parents could afford, and they were content with it. They got what they wanted, and that was all that mattered. And what they wanted were two parents that cared about them and gave them a good home and a place that they knew they could feel safe and secure in.

Everything seemed perfect from the time when they were babies, to when they were eight-years-old. Then that's when everything was turned on their heads. Both Erin and Kyle were at school when their principal received a call, and they were pulled out of school and immediately sent over to their aunt and uncle's home. They didn't know what was going on, and with not being told it caused them to form anxiety from an early age. It was three weeks later when they were told that their parents had been in a terrible accident and that the "bad man" had taken them away. They didn't understand what they meant, especially Kyle as he wasn't exactly like all the other kids, even from an early age Erin and their aunt and uncle knew something was just different about him. He never showed signs in trying to make friends with the other kids, he didn't interact with anyone unless he was made to, and his only real friend that he had was his sister. It only took for them to know what was wrong with him when he was twelve, they finally took him to a doctor's office and had him tested where it was revealed that he was actually born with Asperger's Syndrome, or simply known as Autism. It was a mild case with him, in where he struggled with anxiety, and social interactions, but shone through with his intelligence and overall power for learning and reading.

Erin always knew that what others referred to as wrong or different, she always called it special or it simply just made Kyle himself. Having only ever been the one he had to turn to, they always had a close bond while growing up. And as Kyle was usually the target of bullying and harassment from fellow students and teenagers, she always felt overprotective of him. And that it was her job to watch over her younger brother. As time went on, Kyle had proven to be the academically skilled one, while Erin seemed more of the cliche troubled youth of the two. While he worked diligently in school, she'd go out with her friends and cause trouble, often leading Kyle to be the one to take care of her side of homework. Kyle never declined to have to do double the work, as he'd do anything for her, as well as he didn't want her to get in trouble with their aunt and uncle if they knew the truth. While their nephew was busy with work, their niece had been out with friends secretly at parties drinking and getting high.

Things only seemed to get worse when Erin and Kyle both turned sixteen years old. By that time it was common knowledge that Erin was really failing her grades and that Kyle was simply covering up for her. She was on the brink of being a high school drop out, as well as being kicked out of their aunt and uncle's home as they wouldn't enable her unruly behavior. It was then that things finally looked up for Erin, she had met a group of friends that were like her, wonder seekers, adventurers, dreamers, etc. People like her, they easily welcomed her into their group and the rest was history until things with Kyle took a toll. Erin had to look after Kyle more, and that meant having to get him involved with her friends. They were welcoming enough, and easily let him in, and tried to put up with his way of doing things. But just as all good things, it all came to an end. After constant partying, drugs, alcohol, hookups and one night stands, graduation came to a close. The group drifted apart after their final party, people hooked up and dated, while others left and got out of town the moment they could. And one of the first ones to go was Kyle himself, who left for Law School at an early age, and was soon followed by Soren after his involvement with Lauren had gone bad.

In search of where he could excel the most, as several colleges had wanted him, he had finally settled down for Yale University, which was stationed in New Haven, Connecticut. For the first time in his life, he had finally found a place that he belonged to, that wasn't back in New York or with his family. It was his "safe place" where people like him, or well, not exactly like him per say, but people with the same intellect and determination to thrive went. Over the years he had met several people that changed his mind from Law School, to wanting to pursue criminal justice. The next few years that followed were some of the most intense and emotionally draining years of his life. He was alone in a place that he didn't have anyone to fall back on, and as such it only made him such a stronger person. Between the ages of 17 and 21, he completed two more doctorates (Chemistry and Engineering), and two more Bachelor's degrees (psychology and sociology), something that was very uncommon for people his age but wasn't expected due to his intelligence. When he finally passed the tests and somehow made it into the Police Academy, he was given the choice of what department he wanted to go in since he failed any of the tests that would make him be an on the field member. He originally chose forensic science, which he did excel at, but what they noticed is that where he really shone in, was human profiling, or better yet, Human Behaviour Profiling. The act of identifying suspects in murder cases simply due to the tracts they left behind, as well as the characteristics of the suspect in question.

One of his first cases was an unknown case that stretched back years. Meaning it was a cold case, as in no one had solved it. It was of a couple that had been murdered on their way home one night, leaving their two children as orphans. The case seemed all too familiar, and after more digging he found it to be the very case that he thought. It was his parent's case file. He had been unknowingly trying to solve his parent's case for years, and now was his chance to. He spent the first two years of him being in the force trying to find their killer, and he sadly never was able to. The trail went cold and there were no more leads. But as time went on, he never stopped working on it nor did he forget, no matter how many people told him to just give it up. But as the years went on he proved to be a definitive help as he identified several of cases and cold cases, as well as bringing in several drug lords and put an end to their illegal drug dens, as well as human trafficking rings. Murder cases, drug cases, and disappearances were a constant for him. But one thing remained the same, his determination to find the truth, and if the only thing he could do was bring resolve and closure to a family of their loved one, that was all that mattered.

Now Kyle finds himself traveling back to New York as he was handed over to the NY Police Department, and since it's the first time he's been back home in eight years, he doesn't know how to feel. He as well has no idea if anyone from his past is still there, nor if they'd remember him. He heard whispers of his sister still being in New York as a bartender of a bar of her very own, and he is excited as well as nervous to see her again. But he's finally going home, and this time it's with one of his fellow detectives. So, what's the worst that could happen when he arrives back in New York?




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S E C R E TS
|| The fact that he was only allowed in and got to where he is now, was due to pure luck and his brains and usefulness. If anyone were to find out he had originally failed the courses and any of the physical tests, he'd never be able to look the others in the eyes and would be ashamed of himself for it ||

|| He once had a very big crush on one of the guys in the group, but that was long before the group fell apart and way before he left for law school ||

|| Kyle once covered up a crime case for someone that was like him, and if the truth of his involvement in the case of letting a guilty suspect go, it would cause him to lose his badge and spot as a cop and it would be something he could never live with himself for ||

R E L A T I O N S H I PXS T A T U S
Has only ever had a few crushes, but they never went anywhere | He isn't sure how well a relationship would work with his profession, so undetermined.

T A L E N T S
| His intelligence, with his IQ being incredibly and abnormally high being at 187 he is able to read at least 20,000 words per minute and has an eidetic memory and as such he can remember anything he's seen in his life even if it was only ever once | Having such a high IQ and such a unique ability with memory, he easily became one of the best profilers in his department |

S T R E N G T H S
| He holds B.A.s in Psychology, Sociology, and Philosophy. He also has Ph.D.s in Chemistry, Engineering, and Mathematics, obtained from MIT | Reading, it isn't such a surprise that his real strength lies in his pure brainpower and ability to read, often to the annoyance of others | His ability to connect with people that are like him, socially awkward and not having the ability to properly talk to people whether by traditional verbal means or not | The fact that he is willing to do anything to make sure others are safe and looked after, even if his physical strength is far less compared to others in his department |

W E A K N E S S E S
| As someone with his condition, he suffers from social awkwardness and understanding of most social cues and interactions, often being the one to listen than talk | Being a technophobe, meaning he doesn't like using technology unless he absolutely has to, often being seen with a pen and paper or case file in hand compared to the others who may use their phones or tablets | He is an immense germaphobe, always seen wearing gloves and sometimes even a breathing mask when on a crime scene, he doesn't like getting his hands dirty unless he needs to | His physical strength and endurance is incredibly limited, including asthma and poor stamina, simply getting in due to his intellect and determination | While he isn't the best in combat or altercations, he is one of the best profilers and on the field agent when needed | His level of confidence and security aren't where they should be and is often the main reason why he doesn't talk unless he really has to | His OCD and self-control usually gets the better of him and he usually has to be reminded to never touch things when on the scene, sometimes not always listening as told | He's a poor shot with a gun and as a result, he is often the last one called to a shoot out or raid, as he'd be more of a liability than help |


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Kyle Monahan's Story

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Character Portrait: Soren Bowers Character Portrait: Erin Monahan Character Portrait: Kyle Monahan Character Portrait: Rebecca Cruze Character Portrait: Nathan Miller Character Portrait: Arisa Winston Character Portrait: Alexander Yang Character Portrait: Lauren Clark Character Portrait: Khepri Mahajan
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Soren’s day had been going pretty good right up until that moment. Beautiful Strangers had played an acoustic set on local radio, done a Skype interview or two, and arrived at the apartment in loads of time to get set up and warmed up. They hadn’t played a private show in a while, but Richard, their manager, had said the girl organizing it had seemed really eager to book them and had paid handsomely for it.

None of them had asked too many questions. They were too tired, still jet-lagged from flying back from Europe and exhausted from playing six shows in six countries in seven days. Soren wished he could say it felt good being back in New York, but since his parents had moved back to Camden and had been renting out the apartment while he’d been touring, he was waking up to an empty apartment in a city where his memories weren’t exactly the fondest. But it was worth it all to get to do this. He’d do it all over again for that feeling of stepping out on stage.

He hadn't recognized the building at first. They went in a back entrance so they could use the service elevator, which was big enough that they could get all of their gear up to the right floor in just two runs instead of four or five. But there was something strangely familiar about the hall, something Soren couldn't quite put his finger on. It was only when the door to the apartment opened and an all too familiar face stepped out that things finally fell into place.

"Hi guys! Oh my god, it's so good to see you all, it's been too long!" Lauren gushed. Soren couldn't say anything. His stomach had plummeted through the floor and apparently taken his power of speech with it. This had to be some kind of sick joke. It had to be. By the time he came to his senses, Richard was chatting away to Lauren, having propelled them all into the apartment. "You know the guys already?" Richard asked. "Oh yeah, I knew them all the way back when Soren was still mopping floors and making frappés to fund it!" She laughed. Soren's jaw clenched even as he forced a smile.

"We'd better get set up, right?" He said, taking the opportunity to go over to where a small stage had been set up for them. Richard kept Lauren occupied for a few minutes, but eventually, he heard those heels tapping over, caught a whiff of her signature perfume.

"Hello, stranger," she purred, and his jaw clenched again. He didn't look at her, continuing to tune his guitar. "Look at you all. Big stars now, even bigger than the last time I saw you," she added, placing a hand on his shoulder. He wrenched his arm away and took a few steps away.

"Are you enjoying yourself, Lauren?" He asked. "Sneaking backstage isn't good enough for you now, you have to book my goddamn band behind my back?"
"Well, it was the only way I’d get you to talk to me. And besides, you didn't seem to mind me sneaking backstage so much last time," she said. Her tone was teasing but he knew her well enough to see the venom in those eyes and in that smile.
"Because you practically force-feeding me drinks had nothing to do with it," he retorted. Her smile widened, practically dripping with venom.
"You don't have to play the show, you know. If you're really uncomfortable," she said. He shot a glance back to the rest of the band. They had to have known what was going down, but they were making an exceptional show of pretending they didn't.

Soren knew two things. First of all, she had done this to torment him. This had nothing to do with loving their music or wanting to support the band. This had everything to do with him and their history.

And second of all, walking out would be letting her win. If he walked out, she could play the pity card and drag their name through the mud. And he wouldn’t, couldn’t, do that to the others. And he sure as hell wasn’t going to let her win that easily.

"Well, you've paid half upfront. Wouldn't want to waste your money now, would we?" He replied, matching that dangerous smile. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly, enough for him to count it as a win. “Now if you’ll excuse us, we need to finish getting set up.”

They got their gear set up and tuned, and Lauren pointed them in the direction of a spare bedroom they could use to warm up and finish getting ready. Soren was glad that he usually took his time warming up, because every minute he was doing so was a minute that Lauren would leave him alone. He hadn’t even gotten a chance to talk to Rebecca yet, because she seemed to always be in too close of a proximity to Lauren to risk it. As they went out to start the show, he spotted Erin pouring drinks at the bar. Well. At least he had that much. Erin would back him up if Lauren tried anything, and she’d slap some sense into him if needed. Catching her eye, he mouthed “What the fuck?” before grinning.

The show went well. It was a smaller crowd than their last few shows, but the atmosphere was still good enough that for just over an hour, Soren completely forgot about Lauren. He always put his all into the show, always had. So much so that when he came off stage, some of the crowd chanting for another song, despite everybody wanting to congratulate him, he had to go back into that spare bedroom to recover for a few moments. It was a mistake. He heard somebody by the door, and knew exactly who it was without having to look up, even before she spoke.

“How is it you’re even better than you were the last time I saw you guys play?” Lauren asked, leaning against the door.
“That’s how this works. You play enough shows, you get practice, you get better. Simple process really," he said, leaning in to the mirror to fix his eyeliner.
“You’ve grown up so much,” she mused, and he could see her making her way towards him. His heart was pounding in his throat, but he felt rooted to the spot. “I’m so proud of you.” And then she was right in front of him, a hand on his cheek. He pulled away from her.
“Get the fuck away from me, Lauren. I don’t want anything to do with you.” He warned, and she laughed.
“Oh, but Soren, darling, I’ve heard you say that before,” she purred, running a hand along his arm and going to take his hand. He snatched it away, taking another step away from her.
“You’re pathetic, you know that? It’s so obvious what you’re doing. I wasn’t good enough for you when I was mopping floors and making frappes, but now that people are taking notice? You’re all over me again. It’s sad, Lauren. I’m done with you. No amount of alcohol or drugs in this world could make me want to get with you again.” Lauren hadn’t changed. He knew now she never would.

Almost an hour later, Soren was still on edge after the argument. He didn’t trust himself to drink, didn’t trust that he wouldn’t do something stupid. Staying was a bad idea. He needed to go. He headed back to the spare room to grab his coat and his gear. He opened the door, running a hand down his face- and froze.

Lauren was slumped on the floor. Soren sighed, thinking that she’d had too much to drink or had taken something, and crossed over the room to her. “Lauren?” He called, kneeling down beside her and shaking her shoulder. Something felt wrong. He went to shake her again- and it was then he saw the small pool of blood. “Lauren? Lauren?” He kept calling, panicking. Soren went to feel for Lauren’s pulse, confirmation of something he already knew. Nothing. Lauren was dead. In the doorway, a woman screamed.

He didn’t know what happened then. He didn’t know how he reacted, if he yelled out for somebody, if he just froze. But suddenly it seemed that everybody else knew. He was numb, hardly able to move, hardly able to think. He was just kneeling numbly beside her. Someone said something about calling the police. And as he heard the sirens, something awful occurred to him.

Pretty much everyone at the party knew about their history. They'd been arguing earlier. If the police started asking questions... fingers were going to be pointed his way.

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xxxI'm the fury in your head
xxxI'm the fury in your bed
xxxI'm the ghost in the back of your head
xxxSo forget the horror here


Having said that life for her in recent years had been anything but ordinary would be an understatement. Life was but ordinary, and not only for Erin. Ever since becoming the owner of her own business, life had picked up as well as the responsibilities of owning an establishment such as hers, as well as it having the reputation that it earned in past years. It was a place that anyone from any walk of life could come to and know they'd be able to have many just a little too many drinks, and have a reliable way of getting home safe as Erin made it a point to always have a taxi or uber come by and pick up the people that couldn't walk in a straight line by the end of the night. She may have been a bit reckless in her younger years, but time and life happened, as well as changed and she learned to take things a little more seriously. A few barfights and brawls happening in one's bar tends to make one learn things the hard way. From broken bottles to broken windows, to late hours into the night with music blaring, The Golden Owl was a place that anyone would be proud of, and it was safe to say that Erin was proud of what it became in just a few short years that it had been her's. It seemed since day one of opening the bar that it had easily become one of the most popular bars in Brooklyn, from its beautiful and relatively peaceful and safe neighborhood to its all but welcoming and rather flirtatious owner. It was common knowledge that the bartender would crack jokes and on the off-hand flirt with every patron that entered those doors. From making harmless small talk to the ever so corny jokes, all the way to the outright flirting from simply compliments and calling them 'doll' and 'hun', to giving out free drinks and food if she liked you enough. Whether it was a very reckless move or possibly an overtly genius move to garner a better reputation, it was all the same to Erin. It was her bar. Her rules, her word, and her people. You mess with her, she'll let it pass and dish out as much shit and harassment that one gives, but if you mess with anyone that is there to have a good time, you won't. She will gladly have one thrown out into the streets and make sure you are never allowed in again. She was a kind and caring person, but one thing she didn't allow was bullshit and harassment. And as such it was usually a safe getaway for the dreamers and seekers to come to, and she was all for it. From the stories she heard over the years from people that came in, she was one of the better bars on the block, and it wasn't just due to the drinks and food that was served.

Business had always been booming in New York and seeing how it was easily one of the bigger cities in the US, you had to be tough but fair with the way you handled business. Today Erin found herself behind the bar as always. This day was no different, waking up before the crack of dawn to be showered, dressed, and making sure to grab some food on the way to work was typically her routine. Usually stopping by a food truck on her way down the city streets was a typical sight to see, and the small businesses loved having her, from her cheery and outgoing attitude to always making sure to give a good tip always made their day. And that was something Erin loved, being able to help others any way that she could, even if it was simple things like giving someone a smile always made her feel better. It was mid-day by now, and the bar was as alive as ever, hundreds of people had already came in and gone and Erin was feeling as alive as ever. From the music that blared just enough, but wasn't overwhelming to the point of where no one could hear a thing that was said. From the welcoming atmosphere of the establishment to the music, to few tables that were scattered around the main room, as well as the billard tables in the back were usually always busy as people typically came to gamble away with the pool tables. Anyone that came in had a good time, and that was all that anyone could ask for in a place like this. Erin was in the middle of pouring a large order of drinks when the small chime of the bell above the door went off, alerting her to yet another patron as the person came in and sat down. Without giving more than a simple and quick glance she nodded and smiled, "A dry margarita with a number six will be right with you, Thomas!" she called out as she pushed the four glasses down the bar counter-top as the four patrons happily grabbed their drinks as they were passed their way, giving Erin a small nod and lift of their glasses as they went back to their conversation. Erin turned back to the older man that was sat in his normal chair, right in the middle of the bar in front of the tv in the overhang. The man who's name was Thomas gave her a kind smile as he watched her work. He was a kind man, in his late thirties, slicked-back blonde hair, bright blue eyes, pale skin, and always dressed in a suit and tie. Typically coming back from work was commonplace to see people that she'd see throughout the week, never forgetting the face and name of some of her favorite customers. "And how are you today, darling?" the man asked with his calm smile as it rose to his eyes, causing his already sparkling blue eyes to shine just a little more. Erin gave him a short and quick smile as she began preparation on his drink as his food was being finished up in the kitchen in the back, "Been busy. Getting ready for that party that I told you about. I'll let you know how it goes. Yourself, Tommy?" she said, flashing him a smile as she finished pouring his drink and slid it his way as she washed her hands in the sink that was to the side.

"Good! I was about to ask you about that myself actually. A gig from an old friend from high school, right? It's been like what, a week since you graduated?" he said teasingly as he sipped slowly from his glass, giving her a small wink. Erin rolled her eyes as she wiped her hands on the towel that she kept on her shoulder. "You know, typically I'd let that slide but-" she started, taking the basket of freshly made food that had come out of the kitchen, she held it for a moment. "-I don't think I will today." she said with a small giggle and chuckle as she took one of the fries and popped it into her mouth as she slid the food towards the man. It was about as American as one could get, a cheeseburger with a side of fries. "And yes. My old friend Lauren offered it as a small favor as well as a way of getting me to be back with the group. Besides, how could I say no?" she said with a small smile, Thomas simply smiled and nodded as he began to get into his food as he watched the television that was on. "I hope it goes well for you, hun." he said between bites, giving her a small wink he turned and went back to letting his attention get taken away by the tv before he was finished with his food and drink. Erin sighed as she leaned against the table, getting lost in her thoughts at the mere mention of it being years. Time had gone by so fast, yet so slow it seemed for her, maybe it was part of growing up? She had so many regrets and questions that formed over the years. So many 'What If's?'. What if things had gone differently for the group? What if they stayed together? What if she wasn't such a coward and told-All she had was 'What If's?' and she hated it. So many regrets and questions and life had really only just begun for her. It wasn't really fair for her to question if it was the right outcome or not, but here she was. This was her life, and she was content with it, but couldn't help but feel like something was missing from it, and maybe with this party life would pick up once more and who knows what would be in store simply due to this party. It was all worth a shot, and it was something she wanted for years. To be with her old group again, even if it was for only one more night. She was disrupted mid-thought as a small beeping noise interrupted her. She looked down at her watch, seeing that it was already three-thirty in the afternoon, meaning it was time she got ready for last-minute preparations for the party. She liked being early for gigs, let her get familiar with the place as well as set up everything she needed to and so on. One of the extra bartenders came to take her place as it was common knowledge in the past weeks that her shift would be a rather short one, and that if anything happened to contact the manager, not her. After making last-minute stops and double-checks with everything, she quickly left the bar and headed straight for her apartment where she would freshen up, change clothes, get everything she needed and then make her way to Lauren's for the last big party of the century.

Erin made sure that she put some effort into looking half-way decent for this. She'd not only be working at the party, but she'd also be representing her own business, as well as seeing some old friends for the first time in years. After finally deciding on an outfit that took far too long on, she gave herself one more look over in the mirror and smiled. It was the first time that she would be seeing some faces in years, unlike some that had come back again like Soren and even Lauren in recent years, or others like Nathan who had since been in each other's life since day one except for some minor fall-outs. But since offering him the job as a waiter at her bar, they'd remain in constant communication, and she knew she'd see him at the party that night, and it made her genuinely smile. She knew things would never go back to the way things were, but it'd be good to reconnect with the others, if they came that is. She hoped they did. On her way out the door she grabbed a spare jacket that was in her closet, New York always got cold in the later hours of the night, even in the warmer seasons and she'd regret it if it rained that night and didn't have something to help block out the rain. Locking the door behind her she slowly began to make her way to the address that she was given to arrive to. After giving Soren a few short messages throughout the day to make sure he was still coming and didn't bail out last minute due to nerves like he had before.

Now things were different, seeing people for the first time in a few years was going to be nerve-wracking for everyone, and that was somewhat of a relief to her. At least she'd have Nate, Lauren, Soren and possibly Alexander there to help relieve some of the awkwardness after having not seen some of the others in what seemed like forever. That was one thing that kept coming back to her, time. How much time had passed by and how much she wasted with regrets and what-ifs. But that was all in the past, and now she could see what everyone had been up to, and if they were still the same or if they had entirely moved on and didn't want anything to do with anyone. She was hopeful to say the least, and was excited to see everyone again to say the most. Once she arrived at Lauren's it was slowly getting into evening, and the guests would show up in a few hours, maybe even earlier depending on if people had kept to their habits of being overly early or fashionably late. One thing she could always count on, was knowing that she was going to have a good time, and nothing was going to stop her, not this time around. Once when she finally arrived at the apartment which hadn't taken so long due to her having been there a few times in the past few weeks as she had surprisingly kept a relationship with Lauren. While yes she did break her best friend's heart, she was still Lauren's friend, and above all else time had passed by and people changed. And surprisingly, in past recent years, Lauren had proven to be a rather good friend much to Erin's surprise. They weren't exactly the closest in High School, but they were still rather close. The apartment was not exactly surprising, considering that Lauren had gotten a very well paying job in recent years it wasn't a total shock to see her having one of the best apartments one could buy in this city. By the time she arrived, mostly everything was set up, meaning Erin didn't have much to do except for set up the bar and get everything stowed away where it would need to be. After making sure she had all the drinks she'd need, as well as all of the cups she marked everything down in her stock book and made to double-check inventory a few times over both in her head and literally. She learned it the hard way to never run out of supplies, as that's an all too easy mistake to make. Unlike most parties that they had back in the day, this was one of the more sophisticated ones, glass cups over those damn plastic solo cups. Better music over the type they used to listen to back in the day, and less drugs. People would still be getting high, but there'd be more control over this than there was in the past.

After what seemed like forever, familiar faces and voices began to filter into the room. After some short conversations here and there with Lauren if everything was set up or if she could help with anything else Erin began to take into account who was there. So far she had seen some faces she knew all too well, such as Soren and his group of band members. The moment she saw Lauren walk up to Soren she knew she had a bad feeling, it was obvious that they already began to argue, and from what she overheard Soren was telling Lauren to piss off and leave him alone so they could continue to set their things up for the party as they'd be playing a few sets that night. People had slowly flooded in, and as things had begun as the band was finally done getting ready Erin had noticed that Soren had asked for help in the best way he could, simply mouthing out 'help'. All she was able to do was give him a small shrug as a response, usually signaling that she had no idea on what to do, and that she was too busy to help him that moment. Erin was far too busy as the band officially started to notice the others who walked in as she was preparing drinks for the people that were slowly swarming around the bar. She hadn't noticed someone slip behind the bar and slowly approach her until it was too late, all she knew was that a familiar voice complimented her and had wrapped their arms around her from behind in a tight embrace. For a moment Erin had froze in place for a moment as she tried to think of how to respond, it was sudden and unexpected, as well as the voice was-It wasn't, was it? How did that go unnoticed by Erin? But the familiarity in the voice, and the faint smell that she picked up caused her mind to come to a complete hault as she placed the bottle on the countertop as well as the glass cup that she had almost dropped.

Erin finally regained her composure and slowly turned her head to look behind her, and sure enough, it was Rebecca. A large smile spread across her face and her eyes lit up with excitement and surprise when she saw that it was indeed her. "Holy shit! Rebecca! It's so good to see you again!" she exclaimed, finding herself wrapping her arms around Rebecca tightly as was overcome with excitement upon seeing an old friend again. "Sorry I didn't see you sooner! I've just been so busy. And you're one to talk, ya know. You're looking-fantastic!" she gushed as she gave Rebecca a look over once more before turning back to the bar and slid the drinks to the patrons that had been waiting long enough. "Sorry about that, fellas." she said as she gave them a small and awkward wave as she turned back to Rebecca, "Look, I got to get back to work, but before you go-" she said as she grabbed a glass, dropping some ice in and blending three different drinks into the glass before passing it over to Rebecca, "I've still managed to remember your favorite drink. Or at least it was your favorite back then. I think I finally mastered it, but let me know what you think and we can for sure talk after, alright?" she said as she gave her a small smile as they exchanged words for a moment longer until Rebecca had finally walked away. But before Rebbeca was able to get too far, Erin quickly and slyly took a step back and playfully patted her on the ass, giving a small wink and playful smile.

Once she had finally walked off, Erin took a deep breath and sighed heavily, "Holy fuck..." she mumbled as she combed her fingers through her hair. It had taken up until now that she realized how fast her heart was truly racing, and she was beginning to become a bit lightheaded. "Shit.." she mumbled as she found herself becoming a bit unstable. She realized she had been so busy and stressed that day that she never took her meds, at least she grabbed them on the way out of her apartment before she left. Seeing they were stowed in her jacket pocket she grabbed the bottle and made her way to the extra bathroom that was just next to the spare bedroom where Soren and Lauren had been talking earlier, Erin was going to question on him later about that. All she remembered seeing was Lauren talking to someone in the darkened hallway, but didn't think anything of it, or even cared to listen to what was being said. Or at least, she thought it was Lauren.

Once she finally made it into the bathroom she closed the door behind her, taking a few pills in hand she downed them dry and looked herself in the mirror. She found herself becoming faint as her vision blurred as she held onto the sink, her knuckles turning white as she could feel herself losing consciousness. After a bit of an unknown time, she exited the bathroom and returned to the bar, having to play catch-up with a few of the people. She had made it back just in time to have made slight eye contact with Soren as she exited from the hallway, it was obvious that she looked a little disheveled, mainly from the look on her face she usually had after an episode. But as the band came to an end people applauded and asked for more, but sadly they were denied more rounds of songs. Erin was busy finishing up making the last few drinks as all fell rather quiet until the music started playing again from the speakers. It was then as she finished cleaning down the bar that she heard the most gut piercing, and blood-curdling sound. At first, she wasn't entirely sure what it was, but after people took notice and began to gather around the hallway that her stomach dropped. Someone yelled to call for the police as crying and shouting could be heard. Erin looked around as panic set in, something happened and it wasn't good. She pushed her way past the crowd until she was in the front of the people looking into the room where everyone's attention was. Soren and a few of the others were crowded in the room, and at first, she didn't understand, but it was only when people started to call out for Lauren, and ith the panic in their voices it didn't sound good. Upon further inspection when she finally saw who they were talking to, it was none the less, Lauren.

Erin looked on in horror as she finally adjusted to the sight that was before her. Lauren was bleeding out on the floor, surrounded by Soren who was standing in the doorway, Rebbeca who was kneeling down beside her trying to reassure that everything was okay, and a few of the others. She quickly rushed over to them and felt for a pulse or even breathing, anything. Anything to reassure her that she wasn't gone, not yet. Not until help arrived, but there was nothing. Not even the faintest of a pulse or breathing...Lauren was, gone. Just like that..

Erin looked up at Soren who was standing a few feet away, "Soren, what the hell happened?" she mumbled softly. She knew full well that they had some bad blood and had overheard the argument earler, but she also knew he wouldn't have done this. What had caused her to really panic was the fact that she knew full well people could have pointed fingers on her as well, especially if people noted how she looked after coming back from the same spot that was now a crime scene. This was meant to be a fun party where they'd be able to be with friends again, not end up being the center of a murder, especially it being of one of their friends. Now Erin slowly began to question if coming to the party was really a good idea or not.

Erin looked at Rebbeca who at this point was uncontrollably sobbing as she clutched Lauren's hand. She sighed as she placed her hand on her shoulder, gently squeezing, "I'm sorry...she...I'm sorry." she said with a pained tone as tears finally began to streak down her face. Erin wiped her tears away as she stood up and looked around the room, and then back at Soren. She simply shook her head as she walked up to him before she left the room, "We're going to talk about this, got it? I have a call to make..." she said rather solemnly, reaching into her pocket as she left the room. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest like a drum, one moment it would slow down, the next it would feel like thunder. Her hands began to shake and sweat as she fumbled with her phone as reality finally hit her. Someone she used to know, as well as was simply talking to not even a few hours ago was just now murdered by someone. After being able to calm herself down after a few deep breaths she proceeded to call the cops, and waited until she heard the sirens. Once the squad cars arrived, she moved to the balcony for a moment as she needed something to calm her down and just chill. Taking a pack out of her jacket's pocket and a lighter, she lit up a smoke and just stared off into the distance. After a few short minutes she could feel herself become more composed, not any less stressed and panicked, but better than she was prior. As she grabbed onto the sliding glass door to go back inside she saw the police enter and then some other rather important people walk into the apartment and make their way into the room where..where the body was. Erin sighed heavily and stepped back into the apartment as the others were ushered out of the room and into the living room of the apartment. She knew what was coming next and didn't look forward to it. She looked on as the rest of the people were now talking to the officers and giving what they knew, and what they saw if anything. Rebecca and the others were given some more time to grieve before they too were questioned. Erin looked over at Soren and saw him sitting on the couch. She walked over to him, first waving her face across his face. Nothing. His eyes were locked onto the ground. Erin sighed, knelt down infront of him and gently patted him on the face, in an attempt to snap him out of his daze. "Hey, wake up, Sor." she stated rather coldly, he needed someone to bring him back down to earth. "Look, before the cops start asking you as their prime suspect I need you to be honest...Did you ever leave this room after you left the first time? Because they are going to grill your ass on this if you did." she knew full well, as did most that Lauren's ex, Soren, would be their prime suspect. But she also knew that everyone that was in that group would too be a suspect, and it was something she dreaded. The last thing she needed was her life crumbling down after just having made it stable in the past three years, but now...Now it looked like it just became far more complicated..









Kyle Monahan
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xxxI'd trade my luck to know
xxxWhy he's caught in the crossfire
xxxAnd I'm here wakin' up
xxxTo the sun and the sound of birds



The past few months had been nothing but stressful and hectic for Kyle, and that was something he had strangely grown accustomed to. Normally he would have dread being as stressed as he was, but with the news of him and his partner being transferred back to New York, it brought a strange sense of relief to him. The notion of going back home for the first time in almost ten years was a mix of emotions for him. On one hand he was excited and looked forward to it, on the other he was worried and overthinking things like he normally did. What if no one he knew was back in New York waiting for him? What if no one remembered him? Or that they all moved on and didn't want anything to do with him, especially Erin. That was one of his biggest years, to come back home and no one wanted anything to do with him at all. But soon enough he would be going back home and be stationed there for the foreseeable future if there were cases that they were needed for. After the next few weeks came and gone they were given their last assignments and given all of the information for their transfer. Kyle was being sent specifically for analysis and crime scene investigations. To not look into any old cases until they were fully situated, and knew everything that was going on in the city. Times had changed and people weren't exactly the friendliest to people like them, often being seen as narks or even worse names. Ever since joining the force, Kyle had been used of people treating him differently, but also had a healthy fear of him. But due to his inability to really talk to people or be imposing as a threat, no one ever took his threats very seriously. But being back home would help with his confidence and hopefully help with his issues, as he knew those streets like the back of his hand and knew them better than anyone else.

The day finally came for their transfer, and after several flights and changing means of transportation, much to his dismay and hatred of public transport, they finally arrived. He had never hated being in airports this much in his entire life, and he hoped he wouldn't have to be in another one or get onto another plane for a long time. He didn't understand how people could actually enjoy plane rides, especially after long distances. And sadly enough for him, the hotel that they'd be staying at until more permanent housing was made was rather far from the airport as it would be in the downtown area of the city. Which only meant one more thing, more traveling. Kyle groaned as they grabbed their luggage and made their way into the SUV's that were awaiting them outside. Thankfully the car-ride had been about as smooth as anyone expected, and Kyle was able to get comfortable enough to fall asleep for a small amount of time until he was awoken by someone shaking his arm and telling him they arrived. The hotel was easily one of the most expensive ones they could have afforded, and due to the department paying for their rooms, he didn't have to stress about it like he would have otherwise. Once after being let inside they obtained their room keys and were led upstairs and into their rooms. Kyle observed his for any misplaced items or dangerous items, and after making sure his room was secure he began to unpack his things. His room's window opened up into the main part of the city, and being as high up as they were he was able to see most of the city, and with it being as late as it was, the view was breathtaking. Something that Kyle didn't realize was how beautiful the city was, especially when the sun went down. He began putting his things away and remove his outer coat when their commanding officer came back with a look on his face that Kyle had learned all too well. He had just received a call, and from the look on his face, it wasn't good.

"What is it?" he questioned softly. The older man who had dark and short hair, dark blue eyes, and sun-kissed skin looked at him solemnly. "Possible homicide downtown. The victim has been identified as being a young female by the name of Lauren. That was the only information we received as whoever called it in was all over the place." he said with little to no emotion, other than a tinge of sadness. One of the other officers looked at the commander, and then back at Kyle, "Didn't you used to run with a Lauren and her group of friends back in the day?" he asked. Kyle looked at the older man as he spoke of the victim, and that the woman's name was Lauren. It could have just been a coincidence, but it being New York, and knowing that group, he had a small hope that it was mere coincidence. "My sister did, but I doubt it's the same person. Plenty of people with that name. Let's get going, shall we?" he said as he stood back up, grabbing his coat as they left the hotel. The drive was rather short in of itself, but it took longer due to the traffic, but after turning on the police sirens they were able to speed their way there as the other cars pulled off to the side.

Once they arrived at the large apartment complex the SUV came to a halt and all of those inside bolted out and immediately began to make their way to the building as a group had formed outside of the building. Regular police squad cars and an ambulance had already arrived by the time they got there. "Special agents Monahan and Winston, a pleasure to have you here finally. I just wish it was under better terms. Come, the victim is inside." the officer that was at the door said calmly, letting them pass the police tape that kept anyone else from entering. As they entered people were scattered all around the main lobby of the complex as the other officers were already asking questions if they had seen anything, or heard anything. Kyle's hands began to sweat as they stepped into the elevator and made their way to the floor where the call came from. As the elevator gave off a soft chime as it alerted to them being on the correct floor they slowly filed out of the elevator, to see more people lining the otherwise empty hallways. People were crying as others tried to cheer them up, and others were either in denial or confused on what was going on. Kyle sighed as they made their way past the slowly thinning out of the party guests as they entered the apartment finally. He immediately began scanning the room for anything out of the ordinary as his eyes took in everything. It had been a party indeed, a small stage in front of the stained glass windows that lead out into the city streets down below, as well as a bar that had drinks scattered around it. People had either left or were still scattered around the apartment. More police had been called than Kyle had originally expected. They were finally lead to the hallway and the room where people who were once gathered, was now almost entirely empty except for the Crime Scene team. The body had already been covered by a white sheet and clue placement markers had been placed for what was speculated to be foul play.

Kyle slowly made his way towards the room, passing by a few people, that to him, he recognized right away. Nathan Miller, Rebecca Cruze, Soren Bowers, and of course, his own sister, Erin Monahan. They had all been removed from the room once the police arrived and began investigating the scene. Kyle found himself sweating more than he usually would have, but he braced himself as he walked up beside the other officers that were investigating the body. "Agent Monahan, and Agent Winston." he said cooly as they showed their badges. The officers nodded, "Good to see you." the man said as he went back to scanning the room. Kyle knelt down beside the body and took out his gloves before he touched anything, and once he had them on he slowly peeled back the top half of the sheet to have better access to the body. He found his stomach drop and his heart jump into his throat as he saw who the victim was. It was indeed the same Lauren he knew all those years ago. And now...now he was examing her corpse in a crime scene. He quickly regained his composure and stood up, "That's Lauren Clark...I used to know her." his voice was tinged with a tone of sadness. The other officer looked at him and gave him a solemn nod as he spoke, "I'm sorry to hear that. Was she a friend of your's or..?" Kyle shook his head at the question as he exited the room, trying to get some fresh air. "Hardly. She was my sister's friend. I only knew her through that. She was never my friend per say." Kyle said with a bit of sadness, and slight bitterness. He took a step back and looked throughout the apartment, "I-I think I'm going to go look around and see if I find anything." he said rather quickly and suddenly as he turned and left the hallway. He didn't feel comfortable with this case, and he knew it would show all too quickly. It wasn't due to his involvement that made him feel uneasy, it was the involvement of the people here. He didn't want to automatically point fingers at people, but he couldn't help but have his mind start turning as he began to think of what could have happened. He made brief eye-contact with the others that remained and move on about the room, not giving them a second thought, except for Erin. His eyes stopped on her. She looked so different, but yet the same. He could feel his heart race in his chest as gave her a small smile, but it only lasted a few short moments before his nerves got the better of him and he quickly turned away and became examing the room. He didn't want to be here, and he especially didn't want to have to begin questioning them, not like this.








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Arisa Winston
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xxxThe search is so very long
xxxWe let it fade away
xxxThere's a ray of hope beyond despair
xxxMove on, look for the truth in this world

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New York City, the city that never slept. It was a city that Arisa had never been to, despite living close to it for a number of years before becoming a cop. For one, she had no desire to see it and secondly, she simply liked where she had been. But a job was a job and Arisa loved her job. So NYC bound she was, along with her partner Kyle. To say their assignment transition and trip to New York was memorable was true, but for all the wrong reasons. Arisa handled the trip much better then Kyle. If there was one thing she learned over the years, it was patience was a virtue. Still the travel experience did push her buttons. At least their luggage hadn't been sent somewhere else. She had tried telling Kyle these things but it had been pretty obvious there was no helping him. For her own experiences, Arisa felt she had no right to complain when she had been in worse situations, not to mention she had seen the worst in humanity too. And it was those moments that Arisa's 'dark side' showed up and it was then Kyle's turn to try to keep her calm. It was a relief when they finally reached their hotel. The place itself was more expensive then Arisa's last place, and smaller too. Still it would do until she got her own flat. As much as Arisa wanted to live in the suburbs, she knew she had to stay in the main urban area because of her job.

Arisa had been busy putting her own stuff away when she heard a knock at the door. Checking through the peep hole in the door, she saw it was her commanding officer.

"Yes sir?"

This couldn't be good. She wasn't expecting to meet her commanding officer until tomorrow. Other officers had been with him.

"Agent Winston, come with me please. There's something I need to tell you and Agent Monohan."

Nodding and making sure she had her hotel key and officer's badge, the detective followed him into her partner's room, along with her other 'tools' she took with her in case something happened, which included her gun. She stood close to Kyle as they both were told about a homicide. Well that was just great, but this was New York after all. The crime rate was bound to be through the roof here. Her ears picked up the conversation of the other officers who asked Kyle if he knew a Lauren when he was younger.

"My sister did, but I doubt it's the same person. Plenty of people with that name. Let's get going, shall we?"

For her partner's sake, Arisa hoped it wasn't the Lauren he knew. Cases could easily get messy if an officer had deep connections with those directly involved. Arisa didn't know a lot about Kyle's personal life but she did know he had a sister. Didn't he mention she was a bar tender? She didn't know much and didn't bother trying to ask because she was pretty tight lip about her own personal life. They basically only told each other where they originally came from and a little about their families. All that Kyle knew about her was she was from Allentown and grew up with her aunt and uncle, which was technically true since she was still a child when she moved in with them.

NYC traffic was horrible downtown. Even Arisa was tempted to get out of the vehicle they were in to walk to the crime scene, so it was a huge relief when the cops they were with decided to turn on their alarms. This was one thing Arisa loved about being a cop, the right to get to a place ASAP. Once there Arisa became on high alert. Doubtful they would have found a suspect, much less the culprit, but the blonde never took any chances, after facing death herself a number of times throughout her life. They took an elevator up and entered a scene Arisa was all too familiar with, confusion and distraught. People weren't used to bad thing happening to them. Looks like their had been a party, at least based on the attire of the people in the hallway. Yeah, a party was the last thing one would expect a murder, but they were more common place then one would think, crime wise at least. And this was a high class party by all appearances too. Arisa may not wear anything 'expensive', but she knew a designer gown when she saw one. Great, high class meant probably more news coverage, especially if anyone famous was connected. Arisa did not like the press. She was the one who dealt with them between her and Kyle. Thank goodness for the term "Pleading the 5th". She took that tactic a lot. Still news reporters could be like fleas, they never stopped pestering you. Arisa stopped thinking about though and focused on the task at hand when they entered a room.

Putting on a neutral face, Arisa started scanning the room and the people within it. Still, she wanted to keep an eye on Kyle too and followed him as they were led to another hallway where the crime took place. Markers were already up and a sheet was covering the body. Hopefully the coroner would arrive soon and take the body back to the station so they can do an autopsy and move from there. Arisa looked at her partner and saw his gaze linger on a few people, especially the one with tats on her. It looked like Kyle knew these people. Seeing how they were all near the crime scene, Arisa figured they were all connected to the victim in some way for that was normally the case in these kinds of situations. That or had been the first to see the body. Arisa made a note to interview each and every one of them.

Soon another officer addressed them and Kyle took a look at the body after putting his gloves on. Her confirmed the identity as Lauren Clark and that she was a friend of his sister's. Arisa felt bad for her partner and placed a hand on his shoulder for comfort. Sure, they might not have been friends, but she was still someone her partner knew and no one would expect something like this to happen. She was about to suggest he leave the room when he took it upon himself to do so. Letting her partner do what he felt was best for now. Lucky for them, she was not connected and would do her best to remain as unbiased as possible. Deciding to start interview people first, she approached two men, one with dark hair and pale skin and another who was muscular with brown hair.

"Good evening gentlemen. Apologies for intruding, but I have a few questions for you. I am Detective Arisa Winston with the New York City Police Department. We'll try to get through this as quickly as possible so you can go about your business. First, I am going to need your names, ages, connection to the victim if you have one, and what you were doing here at the time of the incident."

Arisa had on a gentle smile in order to help keep these witnesses calm. She had her trusty notepad out and was already taking down notes of their appearances. The dark hair was clearly distraught and it looked like the other one was merely comforting him. Arisa knew this was all circumstantial and not hard evidence, but she believed in writing down her own personal thoughts for it helped her in investigating. Her gut feeling was telling her that the dark haired one was deeply connected to the victim or was the first to discover her or both.

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Soren was completely numb. People were talking to him, he was pretty sure that one of those people was Erin, but he just... couldn't respond. Rebecca was sobbing beside him, and he couldn't even comfort her. It felt like he was watching it all from somewhere outside his body, like this wasn't really happening to him. He could hear the sirens getting closer, but he couldn't respond. They arrived, and somebody- was it Nate?- gently pulled him to his feet and led him out of the room. They sat him down and disappeared again, leaving Soren alone. The whole time, all Soren did was stare at the floor. People moved around him, some of them even tried talking to him, but he couldn't process it. Lauren was dead. She was gone, just like that. It just... didn't seem possible.

He was vaguely aware of somebody talking to him, but he only really came around once they tapped him gently on the cheek. He finally looked up at the ground to meet Erin's eyes. She was saying something about the room they'd found her in, if he'd gone back in.

"I... I went in after I came offstage, I needed a.... a breather before I went out to.... to see everyone again. Lauren- she- she came in, she wanted to talk, she wanted to... but I left." And then it hit him. It hit him so hard it felt like he'd been physically kicked in the chest. She was gone. She was dead and everybody was going to think it was him and he'd ruined things for everyone, he'd ruined things for the band- he was never going to get anywhere now-

"I didn't do it, Erin, I swear to god, I didn't, you have to believe me-" he forced out between heaving sobs, somewhere between crying and a panic attack.

Erin looked at Soren as he simply sat there in silence. The look on his face mixed with the body language, as well as the look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. He was in his own little world, and it only took her gently patting his face to bring him back down to earth, however helpful that may have been in the moment. But sometimes the only thing that someone needs in some tough love. She sighed softly as he finally began talking, his voice was wracked with emotion and was occasionally cracking from him having cried as much as he had. Erin gently placed her hand on his knee as he continued explaining that he had gone into the room, for only a minute and in that small time frame that Lauren did come and talk to him. She sighed heavily, if the police found out that they did indeed have one final talk before she was found murdered, Soren would indeed be the first one they went after even more, and she couldn't allow that. She couldn't allow any of her friends to be found guilty of this, it was absurd anyway, right? None of them could actually be found guilty of murder... right?

She gently squeezed his leg as he began crying as she slowly stood up and sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around him as he began to cry once more. Erin could feel his entire body shake, and she could have sworn she felt his heart beating rapidly in his chest. "I want to believe you, I do. I really, really do...But...Anyone could have done it, Sor...Anyone...And I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." she said as she could feel the burn behind her eyes begin, and then finally the tears hit as she tried to remain calm in this moment. But seeing everyone go from having a good time and enjoying themselves like last time, this only caused her to be a mix of angry and entirely heart-broken. "Everything's going to be okay, Soren...I promise." she said softly as she kissed the top of his head, as well as rubbing his left arm with one hand, and his back with her other. He needed someone to help him in this moment, and she'd do her best to be there for him, just like she always was.

Soren instinctively leaned into Erin the minute she put her arms around him. The physical contact made him feel just a little calmer, a little more grounded. But Erin only said that she wanted to believe him, not that she did, and that just made it worse. Because he didn't blame her for not believing him. He probably wouldn't have believed himself. So how the hell was he going to make the cops believe him? How the hell was he going to get anyone to believe him? Goddammit, he hadn't even wanted to come to the party. He'd just showed up expecting to play the private show for some superfan, take a few pictures, make some polite conversation, maybe have a drink, and then go home. And then everything had gone wrong, and now he had ruined everything.

After a few minutes, the sobbing subsided, but he stayed where he was in Erin's arms, entirely emotionally drained and having returned to that awful, cold, numbness. "What do we do now, Erin?" he asked, not sure if he wanted an answer or not. The cops already seemed to be interviewing people, and he knew it was only a matter of time before his name got mentioned in all the wrong ways.

Erin continued trying her best to comfort him, ignoring how she felt entirely in that moment. Soren needed comforting more than she did. She held him close as he leaned into her embrace more, which only made her hold him even tighter. She finally waited until he had finished crying, and once he did she let go of her embrace slightly, which allowed him to compose himself better. Erin sighed as Soren asked what were they going to do, and honestly, she had no idea. There was nothing they really could do, except for try to remain as calm and collected as they could. "I don't know...Just try to prove that none of us did it? I honestly don't know, Sor...That's what scares me.." her voice showed evidence of being genuinely scared and uncertain. And the fact that two people walked in that didn't look like normal police officers sent a shiver down her spine. Something was unsettling about the whole thing, the fact that it wasn't just the average police officers arriving was worrisome. "No matter what...I got your back." she said as she gently held his hand. There was one thing she knew, and she wasn't going to let her friends fall for something they didn't do...If they were all innocent anyway. And she tried believing they were.

The attention of two new cops walking in, two that looked... different to the others, put Soren a little on edge. It just made the whole thing feel even more real. But it reminded him that he wasn't the only one dealing with this. He squeezed her hand. "We've got each other's back. No matter... no matter what." he said. "We'll be okay. We'll be okay," he said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He wasn't sure if he was saying it to himself or to Erin. But he had to believe it. He had to, because the alternative didn't bear thinking about.

Erin simply nodded as Soren spoke, whether it was to reassure the both of them, her, or even just himself, she wasn't sure. But she wasn't going to question it. She didn't really know what to say or do, except hold his hand and be there for him. She looked on as the officers began questioning more of them, as the people that stood out from the normal officers began examing the room and apartment. She knew what they were looking for, any sign of anytihng out of the ordinary. She watched silently for a few minutes as the male in the suit began encrouching closer, but she noticed how he simply kept to himself and was more invested in investigating than talking to anyone. She simply shook her head and looked back at Soren, "I'm going to go check on the others, see if they're okay...Think you'll be okay for a few short minutes while I'm gone?" Erin asked, genuinely concerned and wanted to make sure if it would be okay for her to leave or if she should stay. If Soren needed her to stay and comfort her longer, she would. But she just wanted to make sure that he was okay first before she left him.

Watching the police just made Soren feel even more anxious, so he turned his attention to the ground again, trying to keep himself calm. He nodded as Erin said she was going to check on the others. "Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine," he said. Fine was probably an overstatement, but the overwhelming panic was at least gone. It appeared to have taken a chunk of his chest with it, leaving him feeling numb and empty, but it did mean that he could probably manage by himself for a few minutes. "Go on, go make sure everyone else is okay," he said, forcing a smile. He knew they both knew it was forced, but it was better than nothing.

Erin gave him as much of a reassuring smile as she could give him as she ruffled his hair slightly. "I won't be gone for too long. If you need a place to stay tonight, you know my place is yours." she gave him a reaffirming nod before she turned to go leave and see how the others were doing. Even though it wouldn't be much of a guess, seeing how things had gone from good, to bad in a simple matter of minutes. And she doubted anyone was fairing better than Soren. Erin scanned the area to see who wasn't having to give statements, and saw that Alex was currently comforting Rebecca in the corner of the room. She turned back towards Soren and pretended to vomit before she walked over to those two to see how they were doing.

He nodded as she told him her place was his if he needed it. He was more than likely going to take her up on that offer. The thought of sleeping in an empty apartment after this... he couldn't do it. He caught a glimpse of her pretending to vomit at the sight of Lex comforting Rebecca and managed a smile, but couldn't manage much more of a reaction than that. He had no idea how long he was sitting there before the female cop came over. Nate also appeared to be beside him. Had he been there even when Erin and Soren had been talking? Had he only just sat down?

The cop introduced herself as Detective Arisa Winston and didn't waste much time in getting to business. Her manner was efficient but not totally cold. Soren ran a hand through his hair and at least tried to compose himself a little. "Soren Bowers, 25. I... Lauren is- was... my ex-girlfriend," he admitted. The wave of panic crashed over him all over again, and he had to fight to at least keep himself able to talk to her. "I was just going to get my stuff to leave when... when..." He couldn't get the words out. It still didn't seem real. It felt like a bad dream he couldn't escape from, no matter how much he tried.

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Rebecca Cruze
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xxxWild child's, lookin' good
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Rebecca had tunnel vision just focusing on Lauren as tears came down her face. She felt someone per her shoulder and say something to her but her attention was full on Lauren, hoping she would sit up, say something, or do anything. It wasn’t until someone separates her hand from Lauren she broke out of her trance. She looked up with watery eyes make up that was starting to get runny to see Alexander. He talked about not wanting her to get in trouble for touching Lauren and that it could point fingers at her, she nodded when he spoke about staying or heading out to get some fresh air and try to calm down until the cops arrive. Rebecca saw Erin ask Soren what happened, and then say she had to call someone and stepped out. Erin was probably calling the cops. Rebecca knew now that Lauren wasn’t coming back and that police will be coming to investigate everything. Becca was helped up by Lex and lead out of the room and towards the window for some fresh air. “Th-thank you Lex… sorry you have to see me like this.” She barely whispered out to him. “Just… Lauren. She’s dead and the last thing between us was an arguement, I feel like a terrible friend… who would do this to her…” she said as some more tears rolled her eyes.

The two head back in the hallway as the cops were called and waited. Rebecca day on the floor against the wall and had her arms wrapped around her legs as she leaned into Lex who was holding her and comforting her. She had finally stopped tearing up and crying and was mostly sniffling. She looked up at Lex for a second and gave a slight smile through her runny/ruined make up, she was happy to have someone there as she was freaking out. She might have seemed more calmed down than when she saw Lauren’s dead body laying there with Soren next to her, but internally she was still freaking out and not sure what to think. Who could’ve done this, and why? Rebecca thought to herself as she was leaning her head against Lex, him just rubbing her shoulder and saying she would be okay. While thinking all of this to herself, Rebecca had be scratching and pinching her arms as a reaction to her anxiety, nerves, and emotions taken over, it wasn’t until Lex said something that she stopped, but had already marked herself up a little.

The two sat there when the first wave of cops showed up and taped up the room, well now what was the crime scene. The cops had started questing some people but left Rebecca alone as she just continued to stare into the ground and Lex letting people know she was okay and needed a minute. But once the detectives got there she knew she would have to talk to them at some point. She lightly nudged Lex and signalled she wanted to stand up, and used him to stand up and try to get ahold of herself. Becca took a look around and saw Erin talking to Soren but couldn’t make out what they were saying, and then Erin came over to her and Lex asking if they were okay.

“Y-yeah. Just, Lauren… she’s…” Rebecca was able to get through her sniffles and recovering from crying, and not wanting to say it out loud, as if not saying it will make it not true. She heard Lex say something to Erin. She saw the two detectives come out of the room and the female went up to Nate and Soren and started asking them things. Rebecca looked back at Lex and Erin when the other detective came over to talk to the three of them, asking for some basic information, small statements. “Rebecca Wilde Cruze, 24. Friend of Lauren’s… really close friend.” She said before sniffly and tearing up a little thinking about her best friend from high school being dead. Lex and Erin gave their information while Rebecca just stared at the male detective, she felt like she knew him from somewhere but wasn’t sure. She was broken from her trance when he said asked for anything else. “Oh! Soren was in the room when I saw L-Lauren. I got emotional and started to freak out so I wasn’t sure what he was doing, sorry.” She said pausing for a second before stepping forward grabbing the detectives hand. “But Soren wouldn’t hurt Lauren. He’s not that type of guy.” She said before realizing what she did and backed up, back into Lex’s embrace. The detective thanked them and left, a little awkwardly so.

Rebecca looked over at Erin. “Ri-rght? He wouldn’t kill Lauren would he?” She asked before noticing Lex looking at Khepri. Lex quietly excused himself and asked if Rebecca would like to stay with him tonight, so she wouldn’t be alone. Becca gave a small smile and nodded before Lex walked away to check on Pri, and watched him walk away before Erin got her attention. She warned Rebecca and told her to be careful. “I’ll be fine… I just don’t want to spend the night alone. You know?” Rebecca said grabbing Erin’s hand it’s both of hers. “I promise.” She said before smiling and walking over to Pri and Lex, staying quiet to let them finish talking. “I’m ready to go when you are.” She whispered to Lex, taking his arm.

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Erin Monahan
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xxxForget the horror here
xxxLeave it all down here
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Erin nodded as Soren simply just nodded in reply to her offer for coming back to her place after. It wouldn't be much, but it was all she could really offer anyone in the moment. They were all so broken and confused, and tired. None of them knew what had happened, or why. Why was it Lauren? Why did someone have the motive to kill her out of everyone there? What would have been so bad that someone had to take another's life? She knew Lauren, and as manipulative and toxic as she was at times, she didn't deserve this. No one deserved this. Before she left she gave Soren's shoulder a gentle squeeze and then turned and left for Rebecca and Alexander. She didn't know exactly what they had been saying due to everyone talking as quietly as they could, but she figured it was about what had just transpired. No matter how strong someone was, something like this, no one was ever prepared. Things had gone so well. Aside from the small argument between Soren and Lauren earlier, everything was fine, well, as fine as it could have been. She'd make sure to talk to Soren later about it, probably tomorrow when he was in a better mindset. "Are you guys okay...?" she asked, rather rhetorical in nature, but it was the only thing she could think of to say. All she knew was that they all needed someone, and she was trying her best to keep herself together. Erin gave a sorrowful look when Rebecca began to talk, her voice low and shallow, it was obvious that she had just been crying. From either the tear-stained make-up, to the reddened eyes. She sighed softly as she sat down next to them, gently rubbing Rebecca's back as the same man from earlier slowly walked up to them.

It was obvious from the way he dressed to the badge by his hip that he was no normal cop. Police usually dress in their police uniforms, not a suit and tie. She guessed the FEDS had been called in, but why? It's not like Lauren was any person of real importance, but maybe they were needed more so than the regular officers? She didn't know, all she knew was that she'd need to give her statement, and that was it. As she looked up at him as she was finally able to get a proper look at him, something seemed familiar, yet foreign. It was weird. She couldn't exactly put her finger on it, but she saw countless people every day. She figured she had just seen him in passing and thought nothing of it in the moment. "Erin Monahan. Twenty-five. Lauren was...A good friend...She hired me as the bartender for the night." she said as she looked down for a moment, and then looked back up, "You-You don't think I poisoned her, right? You can check all of the alcohol at the bar, nothing was messed with. Besides, I have my own bar...I don't think poisoning someone would be the best way to get business, right?" she said with an awkward chuckle as she tucked some loose hair behind her ear. She cleared her throat with a simple cough as she tried to relax, and not let her anxiety take over. She looked back up as Alexander gave his information and statement, and left the two of them to do whatever he was leaving for. She gave him an annoyed look and roll of her eyes before looking back at the detective. "Anything else? I don't really remember much. I didn't see anything out of the ordinary or hear anything. All I know is that uh, Khepri had been talking to her earlier, and that they danced. That was all that I remember under I heard people scream...I was also the one that called it in..If that helps any?" she questioned, her hands were sweaty and her heart was racing. The last thing she wanted to do was lie to a cop, but she wasn't completely lying. She didn't need to tell him that she had passed out in the bathroom, and didn't remember some things in that time-frame, not like it mattered much/

The detective thanked her for their time and their statements and quickly walked away after taking some notes. He didn't say much aside from the normal routine questions, obvious that he was rather new. Erin looked back at Rebecca when they were finally alone, and offered her if she needed a place to stay, but slightly frowned when she explained that she'd be going home with Alex. She rolled her eyes, of course, he would have offered. He had a crush on Rebecca since day one, and he wasn't very subtle about it. Not like she was one to talk exactly. She simply nodded as she spoke, "Just...be careful, alright? I can't afford to lose someone else tonight..." she said as she gave Rebecca a small smile, but her eyes portrayed something else. Worry, concern, and a bit of sadness at the news of going back with someone else. But if anything happened, Erin would have a reason to lose her shit at Alex finally. She simply just gave Rebecca's hand a gentle squeeze, but not before slipping a small paper into her hand after Rebecca had clasped her hand between her's. She figured Rebecca would look at the paper later, it was simply just her phone number and a small reminder to call/text her when she wanted to talk next time. Erin silently watched as Rebecca stood up and returned to Alex and Khepri, letting them know she was ready when they were to leave. A small tinge of annoyance and possibly even jealousy slithered its way into her head as she found herself clenching her jaw in an annoyed manner. She simply just sighed and stood up and walked back over to Soren, seeing how he had also given his statement, as well as Nathan. They had been talking to the female officer that came in with the male that had asked her and the others a few questions. Erin waited for them to finish their statements, giving the blonde-haired woman a small smile and nod as she thanked them for their time and gave another small bow and apology for what had happened before she left.

Erin looked at Soren and Nathan as they sat there and gave them a small and reassuring smile, "Alright, you sad saps. Soren, you said you're coming back with me, Nate, you in or did you already decide on going with someone else? You know my offer always stands." she gave him a small smile and ruffled his hair before she helped Soren to his feet. She grabbed her jacket and put it on, feeling the pack and lighter in her pockets, she'd wait until she got outside of the complex to have another one. She needed something to calm her nerves, and if smoking didn't do it, possibly drinking until she passed out sounded like a good plan. And that would most likely be how she ended up dealing with it when they got back to her place. "Let's get the fuck out of here, shall we?" she asked as she turned and left with Soren and whoever else decided to head out with her. But before they left, she stopped by Alex, Khepri, and Rebecca. She gave them all a small nod as they passed by, "You guys know where to find us. I'll see some of you tomorrow...Hopefully." she said with another nod of her head and then proceeded to leave. That apartment was too stuffy and she needed to escape from that place. When they finally reached the bottom floor and walked out of those glass frame doors, she immediately dug into her pocket, retrieving her pack of cigarettes and lighter. Immediately, she put one between her lips as she lit it and took a very long and slow drag before she gave out a slow puff of smoke into the crisp night air. There were few things that helped her calm down, and sadly, as bad of a habit as this was, it was one of her most relied upon remedies. "Don't judge me...I've been cutting back...Sort of. Anyway, to the bar or back to the apartment? Either way, some of the good shit and drinks await us." she said as they continued down those same damn city streets that they once walked down together. Once happy and full of life and mistakes, and bad decisions. Now..Now they walked these streets with nothing but regret and brokeness...Hoping tomorrow would be a better day. That's all Erin could do, was hope. Hope that this was either all some sort of sick joke, or was all just some nightmare.








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ALEXANDER YANG
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There is only one way to avoid criticism:
do nothing, say nothing, be nothing...

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Alexander was quietly thinking about the various things he could do in order to address the predicament Lauren's death had caused himself and the rest of the group who had gathered tonight. Lauren was guaranteed to cause drama whenever the group was together but this was something completely different from the usual, she wouldn't be here to enjoy the chaos. Sighing to himself Lex couldn't help but think Lauren is somehow a little delighted at the trouble she was causing all of them. A wistful smile began to form on his face thinking about her.

While sitting down in the hallway Lex continued to comfort Rebecca, knowing just how hurt she was after losing her best friend. He wanted to remove the pain she was feeling but he knew how much work he would have to burden himself in order to accomplish it. His secretary was already accumulating whatever they could, working with experts at Lex's company, in order to uncover what exactly happened tonight and depending on what they discover, to act accordingly. If the answer was simple enough then that would be the end of it but Lex had a feeling that whatever went down tonight was far from simple.

A number of guests had asked about his and Becca's condition. While exchanging pleasantries and noting that him and Becca were fine he noticed Erin walking towards them. Becca had nudged him to stand up, complying Lex stood up while supporting Becca making sure that she was fine. When Erin had asked them if they were okay Lex smiled slightly before looking towards her and saying, "Things could be better... Lauren always knew how liven up a party..." Lex tried to alleviate their situation with levity but he knew that nothing could really be said at this moment to ease any of their minds.

Becca was having a hard time speaking about Lauren, fumbling with her words as she was overcome with emotions. Lex would stroke her shoulder whenever she seemed to struggle, hoping that his actions were of some help to her. Looking up he saw the look in Erin's eyes which he found oddly sorrowful. It wasn't out of the question for her to have that expression, since Lauren just murdered, but there was something different there, something familiar to Lex, longing.

Not long afterwards a police officer has walked over to take their statements. Lex patiently waited as Becca and Erin gave their accounts. He noted everything they said into his mind, both Becca and Erin's accounts. Erin saying that she hadn't poisoned Lauren made Lex mentally facepalm, wondering why she would say something so unnecessary, especially while giving their official statement. When she implied the possibility of Khepri having something to do with Lauren's death, Lex couldn't help but stare daggers towards her.

When it was Lex's time to make his statement he calmed himself totally, as if he was completely removed from the situation. Turning towards the officer he said, "Name, Alexander Yang, legally documented as Yang Guowang. Age, 26. Relationship to the deceased... friend." After noting the essentials he then continued describing his account of what he had seen happen at the party, saying, "When I had arrived I had introduced myself to the hostess, Lauren, we had exchanged pleasantries before separating. During the band's performance I was in the crowd, drinking and exchanging small talk. Afterwards I went outside onto the balcony to have a cigarette, where I met Lauren again and we conversed about the party. I spent the remainder of the time talking to others in the crowd before getting a drink at the bar and hearing someone scream. When I had heard Rebecca I went towards the scene and had seen the my friend Lauren laying in a pool of blood. That's my account of the events of tonight."

Lex had left somethings out of his account: the fact that Erin had not been at the bar when the murder may have taken place, what exactly him and Lauren had talked about. Becca than talked about seeing Soren being in the room with Lauren, before shortly saying she doubted that Sor had killed Lauren, a belief they both shared. Lex and Sor's relationship hadn't been great after what had happened when the group split up years ago but he didn't believe that Sor would've murdered Lauren.

"If you need to reach me about anything concerning this case you should be able to get either in touch with me or my secretary by calling this number." Lex had given his business card to the officer after he said that. Continuing, Lex said, "I would like to extend my and my companies capabilities to assist in this investigation. As Lauren's friends we would like to find out what had happened to her... and a number of us no longer live in the country. If we will be kept from traveling out of the city it would inconvenience a lot of us, so the sooner everything is sorted out the better." The officer received the business card before walking away from them.

He heard Becca asking about whether or not Sor had murdered Lauren, before noticing Khepri. "I doubt it but until this investigation is completed... anything is possible." He turned towards Becca and said, "Your welcome to stay at my place during the investigation. I doubt that any of us will be able to leave the country before our names are cleared..." Lex smiled a little mischievously before saying, "My place is better than most hotels you'll find around here... and the room service will be exceedingly better."

Lex patted Becca on the shoulder before he turned and walked towards Khepri, saying, "Excuse me, I have something to talk to Pri about. We can do whatever you like once you've come to a decision." While walked towards Pri, Lex received a message from his secretary Tina, stating that they had gotten almost everything they could. He returned a message thanking them for their work, promising them a bonus once they obtain everything, before telling them his friend Pri would contact them soon.

Once Lex was in front of Pri he asked her, "Are you alright? You look a little shaken up." Lex listened to her response with concern visible on his face. "You need to take care of yourself... we don't need anyone else leaving us soon, especially you... We're gonna need your skills in order to get to the bottom of this, right Miss Journalist." Lex tried to keep things light but he needed to address everything he needed to, before any law enforcement overheard them. Lex slipped Pri a number before saying, "This is my secretaries number, her name is Tina. Tell her Wang sent you and she'll send you what information we had gathered about what went down tonight. I'm not going to force you into anything but... I think you and I both know we need to figure this out. Besides, breaking something like this would be great for work, right?"

Lex listened to everything Pri said before he said, "All of my resources will be available to you, you just need to say the word." He then walked up and gave Pri a hug, holding her close to him. "I don't want to lose you." Lex was about to offer Pri to stay at his place but when he thought of Becca possibly going with him tonight he was at odds with himself. He wanted to support Pri but this was one of the few chances Lex had to become closer to Becca. "I would offer my place tonight but... Becca's probably going to spend the night and I... You know how I feel about her, right? I hope you understand... After tonight you can come over, I just want to have one night."

He knew Pri was a strong and highly capable person, he saw a lot of himself in her. Lex believed that Pri would be fine but after what happened with Lauren he wasn't quite sure where she was mentally. Concerned but being driven by his desires, Lex chose Becca. Bidding Pri a goodnight he walked back towards Becca, seeing her talking with Erin. When he heard her say that she would be leaving with him, he couldn't help but genuinely smile.

Looking around the room Lex grabbed a nearby bottle of whiskey, pouring himself a drink before offering ones to both Erin and Becca. "My driver should be downstairs, we can leave now." Lex downed the remainder of his drink before he offered his hand towards Becca, holding it as they traveled down to their ride bellow. The driver was waiting outside for them, opening the door for them as they entered the limousine. When they had entered the vehicle a small gasp escaped Lex's mouth, he felt like he could finally relax after leaving that apartment. As the driver started to drive towards Lex's penthouse apartment Lex turned towards Becca and asked, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

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xxxremember the words you told me
xxxlove me till the day i die
xxxsurrender my everything cause
xxxyou made me believe you're mine

Soren couldn’t remember most of what he and Erin got up to that night. In fact, the couldn’t remember much after the shot, and had no memory of their conversation about missing each other. But given the state they woke up in, and the stinging of a new tattoo on his right wrist told him that he wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to remember.

He couldn’t quite remember what came first- the text about the memorial service or the police interview. Everything felt like a dream; except for the moments when everything suddenly felt like it was going to crush him, like he was drowning in the air around him. He’d been going to Erin’s when he couldn’t bear to be alone or when he needed to drown his sorrows, but she didn’t know about the panic attacks. They only came when he was alone. And besides, she was finding it hard too. She didn’t need him to worry about too. But both of those incidents had brought on an attack, one that had left him sobbing alone in his apartment. He’d agreed to attend the memorial service. And when Lauren’s parents had asked him to read one of her favourite poems, he didn’t have it in him to say no. As far as they knew, they’d broken up on relatively okay terms, and he wasn’t going to break it to them now.

The police interview had gone about as well as could be expected. He’d been honest, but they didn’t seem too convinced. But they didn’t have anything concrete, so they’d just warned him to stick around in case they needed to ask any more questions. The band didn’t have any commitments for a few weeks because they needed a break after their Europe tour. He was assured he had management on his side, but he wondered how long that would last.

He’d arrived to the hotel early to help Lauren’s parents get set up. It was Lauren’s favourite hotel in NYC, and they had some drinks and canapés out for people to graze on as they arrived. He’d had to escape to the bathroom for a breather twice already, and he’d only been here forty minutes. He’d spent the past ten minutes avoiding conversation and trying to steel himself for small talk. The reminder on his wrist wasn’t doing all that much to help. He had a vague memory of just yelling “I want an MCR tattoo” at Erin when he really dwelt on it, which explained the three short words. “We’ll Carry On.” It felt oddly poignant, all things considered. He tugged at his sleeve, his new nervous habit since he couldn’t bite his nails any more, because it was painful to do so and he kept drawing blood. He couldn’t ignore the guests anymore. He picked up a glass of something and took a deep breath.

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The days between the party and the funeral blurred together in Nate's mind. There was always something to do, always seemed to be someone who needed him (he would always be there for his friends, of course, all they had to do was ask), and he had- for some reason- offered to pick up the some of the slack at the bar for Erin. Once things calmed down, he would have to ask her to never let him take on any extra responsibilities again. He felt overwhelmingly stressed, and desperately wished for his life to return to some sort of normal. His police interview had gone fine, he thought, but the whole thing made him nervous. He didn't have much faith in the police: his experiences were of them not believing him, and ignoring most of what he said. He didn't care about not being able to go far: he'd never left the city, anyway.

When he got the text about the funeral, he had honestly considered blowing it off. He and Lauren hadn't been close enough to be considered friends in a couple of years, and he knew it would feel strange to be there. He'd feel like someone showing up, pretending to be upset over something that, had he not been there the night she died, wouldn't have bothered him enough to take more than a moment out of his day. Your friends will need you there. He told himself, knowing that should have been enough to get him to agree to go without hesitation. He wondered, though, how much they really needed him. Every last one of them seemed to be doing just fine, and he felt like he was stuck in the past.

He knew he needed to go, though, and he even dressed up as much as he could. There was no way he was wearing a tie, or even a collared shirt (not that he even owned one), but he did his best to be appropriately dressed for the occasion. Everyone might have even been impressed, had he showed up on time.

But there he was, notification on his phone, barely readable through the cracked screen, Lauren's funeral starting in now. He was still a few minutes away. He started walking a little faster, and tried to take in his appearance as he did so. He had dirt all over his clothes, and a brand new rip in his pants, right on the left knee. He sighed, angrily, having really wishing his day had gone more like he'd planned it. He stopped, right outside the hotel, and tried to brush himself off; clean up a little. But he felt like he'd only made it worse. He caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the doors: his hair was a mess, he was sweaty, he looked like he'd gotten in a fight.

He tried to sneak in quietly, as he could hear that the service was begging, but he felt eyes on him as he slipped into the back row. He quickly found a seat and slouched down, as if trying to appear small. He tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone and briefly wondered if it would have been better if he hadn't come at all.

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Agent Cassandra Heiks
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xxxGot a jail on my heart from the pessimists
xxxGot those nails in my mouth for impressionists
xxxSpent too much money on a therapist
xxxCouldn't fix me, I accepted it

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The third agent had landed in New York only a couple days ago but quickly got to work to catch up on the case, Agent Cassandra Heiks. Her previous precinct had sent her along to help Agent Winston and Agent Monahan, but also to get her out of their hair, a couple days after they reported back about the quick murder, Cass was interested and asked to go, hasnt been anything fun for awhile for her to work with, plus she just got done being undercover. In her mind this would be an interesting and fun assignment, and she thought easy. Well that was until she got to there and saw what they were working with.

Cass had checked out all the evidence tagged by the first team, read over the statements that were taken, as well as pictures of the crime scene. She wanted to talk to the other two that she would be working miss but somehow always missed them, so she decided to dig through all the current suspect’s files and histories. Soren, the ex, who most people thought did it, but that’s too cliche. Rebecca, the best friend, first time back in the country and had a bad car accident awhile back, but she was ruled not at fault. Erin, the bartender, has am unofficial criminal record only some know about, and told the cops she didn’t do it, smart. Nathan, the deadbeat, nothing to gain, but also nothing to lose. Alexander, the rich boy, seemed to have an affair with the victim at the same time, caused the break up with the ex, maybe some sort of jealousy or fight happened. Khepri, the reporter, small fly on the publicity scene and could use the story to make herself big, and Cass doesn’t like reporters.

Cassandra tried investigating a little bit off the record, but didn’t find much so she decided to try to hunt down her fellow Agents and see what they know that isn’t written down, luckily Agent Monahan was easy to track down and assumed he would maybe stop by the service. It was mentioned in the paper the location and time so wasn’t hard to find. She decided to not show up a little late after getting herself a coffee, and sticking towards the back before noticing Kyle towards the back and trying to stay out of sight, though Cass didn’t care.

“Well, well, Look who it is.” Cassandra said as she came up from the side of Kyle and giving him a light slap on the ass. “Been awhile since we worked together. Interesting bunch of suspects we have don’t you think. Especially your sister…” She said with a smirk before leaning against the wall and starting a scan of the room. “Well, the killer always shows up at these things, come on Ky. Plus wanted to see if there’s anything else you can tell me that’s not on paper.” She replied to Kyle’s question and taking a sip of her coffee, before something caught her eye. A female had some markings on her neck, but right as Cass was going to point them out to Kyle, not sure if he saw them, the girl put her scarf back on. “That’s Rebecca Cruze, right? Next to your sister. She has some markings on her neck beneath her scarf. Your reports didn’t mention any type of injuries like that…” She mentioned to her fellow Agent. Wanting to question Rebecca, but knew this wasn’t the place or the time, maybe later. Cassandra then scanned and took note of their other suspects and the states they were in.

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SOREN BOWERS
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xxxremember the words you told me
xxxlove me till the day i die
xxxsurrender my everything cause
xxxyou made me believe you're mine

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As soon as Soren turned around and spotted Khepri, he nearly turned around and walked back out again. He couldn’t stand the thought of an argument with her right now. Even if they hadn't spoken yet, he just knew today would be one of those days where if they spoke, it would end in a blazing row. So instead, he just drained his glass and turned his back, striking up a combination with somebody else instead. He’d just gotten the beckon from Lauren’s parents to say it was nearly time to begin when Rebecca burst in, running straight to Erin. At first, Soren just thought she was upset, given the event they were attending. And then he looked at how disheveled she was and the look of panic on her face. Something had happened. He went to follow them out of the room, but instead, another one of Lauren’s old friends or co-workers or somebody who knew him well enough to know that he was her ex, but not well enough to know how bad things had been.

By the time he escaped, there were too many people for him to slip out and check on Becca. He glanced back for a moment to see her and Erin coming back in, and shot them a forced smile. He dug out his phone and texted Erin.

To: Erin
“Everything okay with Becca?”

Then the service started, with the minister introducing them with a prayer. This wasn’t a funeral. The body hadn’t been released yet for them to bury. But people had to travel home, had commitments, just wanted to move on. And so it still felt like a funeral, a lump rising in Soren’s throat. This had been a mistake. Agreeing to any of this had been a mistake. Coming back to New York had been a mistake.

He somehow managed to keep his composure until he was called to read the poem. He managed to stand to the lectern, his hands shaking as he put the poem on it in front of him. He shouldn’t have been doing this. This wasn’t his to do. Everybody thought they’d remained on good terms and he was lying to everyone, he was lying to everyone in the room. He couldn’t do this.

He somehow made it through the poem. He had no idea how he did, and he had no idea how he did it so well, somehow managing not to stammer or stumble over the words. But as he finished, he couldn’t just go back to his seat and sit there politely and hear everyone talk about her. So he stayed walking, stayed walking until he was out of the room, stayed walking until the familiar feeling of the wave crashed over him and he sank to the floor in heaving, choking sobs. Lauren was dead. Had somebody attacked Becca? Nate looked like he’d been in a fight when he came in. Had somebody gone for him too? Was it a matter of time before people were attending their memorial service? Or would Soren be hearing about it from jail after they pinned the murder on him? He pressed his fist to his mouth in an attempt to stop the sobs or at least muffle them. He didn’t know if he wanted to be found or not. He didn’t know if he wanted a hug or to be left alone to drown in the isolation and the fear and the panic.

He needed to go back before people started to worry. Would anyone worry? Should he wait, just to know for sure? Know if anybody cared for the man they were convinced had killed their beloved Lauren? Should he find out for sure?

No, that wasn’t right either. They didn’t need to worry about him, they all had too much to deal with. They’d lost her, and they had loved her, and they were in enough pain without him to deal with.

The weight of his own indecision, his own fear, kept him pinned to the ground where he was sitting, still sobbing, still gasping for air.

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Rebecca Cruze
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xxxYoung hearts, out our minds
xxxRunnin' 'til we outta time
xxxWild child's, lookin' good
xxxLiving hard just like we should

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Rebecca stayed cuddled up next to Erin as the service continued, putting her scarf back on to try to cover up any bruising she might have, not exactly wanted people to ask too many questions at the time. She stayed quiet and had a couple sniffles in between everyone’s speeches and talks. Becca had closed her eyes a little after Soren had read his poem and started to zone out as more people continued to talk about who Lauren was and what type of person she was, all of it positive and most of it ignoring the bad part about Lauren.

It wasn’t until Erin nudged Becca that she came back to what was going on. Rebecca was being called to come up and say some things. People knew Lauren and her were close during her time in New York and she had forgotten she had told Lauren’s parents she would say some things. Her mother and father knew about Lauren’s lifestyle and how she would party and her attitude, but they still loved her and were taking this whole situation. Rebecca took a deep breathe and stood up with some help from Erin and slowly walked up to the podium, adjusting her jacket and scarf and wiping her eyes a little.

Rebecca stood infront of the podium and looked at all that were here and smiling to see a her friends faces, Nate, Pri, as well as other friends and family of Lauren. She took a deep breath before talking. “Hello, as most of you I’m Rebecca Cruze, and at one time Lauren’s best friend.We all knew Lauren in our own ways, while she wasn’t perfect, she was who she was and many of us bonded over her. I remember first meeting her when I got to high school as a freshman and met Lauren and took me under her wing, giving me the best years of high school I could ask for. She’s the reason I changed my middle name to Wilde to remember the good times. Some people couldn’t handle who Lauren was, but she knew this and accepted it. I regret not keeping in contact with her more, but she was never forgotten while I was away and will continue to never be forgotten even though she is gone…” Rebecca trailed off, in between wiping her tears before walking down the stage.

As Rebecca walked back to her seat a familiar figure caught her eye, the same detective that had questioned her, Erin, and Lex was here, though in more casual wear. Though he wasn’t alone, he had another woman with him, different than the one at the crime scene, and she had more of the cop look to her, both were eyeing the crowd and had eyes on Becca as she took her seat next to Erin. “The cops are here…” She whispered to Erin, not sure if she had noticed. “I don’t know why they won’t just leave us alone.” She continued, laying her head on Erin’s shoulder.

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xxxsomewhere in between
xxxwho i used to be
xxxand who i'll be tomorrow
xxxwhen the champagne blows my mind

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The days after the memorial service were hard. The panic attacks kept coming, and they were getting harder and harder to hide. He wasn't sleeping, was hardly eating unless someone reminded him to, had even stopped going around to Erin's to drink. Everybody thought he had done it. He knew it. He could see it in their eyes when they looked at him. Their expressions had shifted from one of pity to one of vague disgust. They knew it but there was no proof. Everything they had on him was circumstantial. But everything clearing him was also circumstantial. It was only a matter of time and he could feel the imposing threat looming over him.

Eventually, one of his bandmates came round to check in on him. Having found Soren on hour 39 of no sleep, he physically drove Soren to his doctor's office. Soren emerged from the doctor's office with a cocktail of sleeping tablets and anti-anxiety medication and an order to come back in a few days for therapy sessions. Soren didn't want to do any of the above, but the medication at least made him feel human enough to get through the therapy session. He'd had two sessions by the time the dinner party came around. The dinner party was less his idea and more of a "suggestion" from his therapist that felt more like an order. But having other people around made him feel a little less terrible, so he agreed.

But when the morning finally rolled around, things didn't play out exactly as he'd hoped. Because he woke up to a call from the cops, asking him to go back into the station for an interview. He begrudgingly agreed and went in as soon as he was dressed. He hoped it was a technicality, something they just needed to clear up.

He was sorely mistaken. They’d gone through Lauren’s phone, and they’d found… well. He had no idea how she’d gotten them. Lauren was smart, but she wasn’t exactly a hacker. But it didn’t matter. The police had thought they had him. They thought they’d found a motive. But two things put doubt in their mind. First of all, they’d crossmatched his DNA with DNA found under Lauren’s fingernails, and it wasn’t a match. Other witness statements aligned with his in that Lauren had been seen alive after he’d left the room. And their behavioural expert had confirmed that his reaction to seeing the photos was that of somebody discovering that for the first time.

But he couldn’t get the photos out of his head. Lauren had had those for weeks. She could have done anything she liked with them. So why had she kept them? What had she planned to do with them? He shouldn’t have kept the photos. They gave too much away, gave too much, but… it was a reminder that he had been happy. That good things could still happen.

He got home and wanted to do nothing more than just… try and deal with the aftermath of this. But instead, he was faced with an afternoon of cooking and prep. He tried to carry on as normal, but quickly found himself getting overwhelmed. So he rang Rebecca, who agreed to come over. The minute she saw his face, she sat him down, told him to relax, and took over some of the prep as he talked. He told her everything. How could he not? He told her about his morning, about the photos, about everything that had happened. And it didn’t make it go away, but it made it feel a little more manageable, calm enough to help her with the prep.

It was only when he looked at his watch to discover that everyone else was arriving soon and realised he was still a bit of a mess, physically and mentally. “Shit, Rebecca. I need to get changed, I need to… I need to tidy up the place… Shit, I need to take my meds…” he said, jumping to his feet and running a hand through his hair.

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xxxI scare myself
xxxWith the way that I need you
xxxThere's no one else
xxxTell me that you can feel it too


The funeral had gone by in a blur for the most part, as Erin was lost in her own thoughts. It wasn't happening, right? None of this was actually happening, and she'd wake up from some fucking nightmare and Lauren would be back, and everyone would be living their normal lives again, right? It just, couldn't be real. None of this made sense. None. This all just felt off and didn't feel right. None of it felt right. She was taken out of her thoughts when Rebecca came back from giving her small speech and mentioned something about the cops. She barely had to peer out from the corner of her eyes to see them standing there in the back. She simply sighed and looked at Rebecca giving her a small bit of advice, "Just ignore them. They're not here to bother anyone." she said softly. The rest of the service went by quickly and they sat in silence, taking in everything best as they could. After giving their small goodbyes to the others as Erin and Rebecca began to leave, Rebecca had looked at Erin and asked if she'd walk her back to the hotel. Erin thought for a moment before she spoke up, "I can, but if you want my place is open. It's closer than the hotel, and you wouldn't have to be left by yourself." she said with a small smile as she gave her offer. She had a feeling that Rebecca wouldn't accept the offer, and she'd be okay with that. All she really wanted was for Rebecca to know she had someplace safe to go to if she so desired.

Not much to her surprise, Rebecca had agreed to accompany her. Smiling in return, Erin gently kept her arm wrapped around her waist, holding her hand as they left the funeral service, and began to make their way back to her apartment. The walk back was almost silent, aside from when Erin had asked her some questions which were responded to by minor responses. Which, in turn, had made Erin feel even worse about it all. She could barely make herself feel better, nevermind someone else and it made everything else feel way worse than she could have planned. All that mattered was that she tried to be there for someone, even if her coping mechanisms weren't, the best or most healthy. After an almost entirely silent walk back to her apartment, they finally made their way past the main gate and into the complex. Erin helped Rebecca make her way up to the stairs, and onto the proper floor of the apartment, and made their way down the hallway which lead to the door of her apartment. Shuffling through her jacket's pocket for a moment, Erin finally got her keys and unlocked the door, holding it open for Rebecca to make her way in before she walked in herself and closed the door, locking it behind them. "Make yourself at home while I get everything ready." she said with a small smile when Rebecca complimented the apartment. "Thank you." she called out as she put their coats away.

Erin made her way to her room for a moment, disappearing from Rebecca's point of view as she went to go look for some clothes for them to change into. Erin changed into a pair of dark grey sweatpants, and a plain black graphic t-shirt from one of the band concerts she had been to in the past. She came back with a similar set of clothes for Rebecca to change into as she prepared the drinks. Erin turned around to offer Rebecca a drink, to only see her in the midst of getting dressed, only in a simple pair of underwear as she put on a shirt and her sweatpants. Erin simply turned back around and took one of the shots she had prepared for them, trying to calm herself down as she could feel herself turning several shades of red. After taking a deep breath and calming herself down, she turned back to see if Rebecca was done, and she finally was. A small smile creased her lips as she gestured to the drinks, they were simple start off shots, nothing fancy for now. Normally she would have been surprised by the fact that Rebecca had gone for the bottle instead of one of the shots, but all considering the circumstances, she understood and simply gave a small chuckle in return as she took one of the shots again.

After hours of random banter, and drinks, which soon turned into drunken banter and conversations Erin found herself beginning to finally feel trashed from the amount of alcohol they had consumed. Erin and Rebecca exchanged how they felt about how everything had gone down between the group, and how it split and how everyone just went about their own lives. Some leaving, while others stayed. It was something she never really liked talking about. How she felt about missing everyone, even though she kept how she truly felt about it all to herself. It wasn't anyone else's burden to bare but her own. A small smirk and chuckle escaped her lips when Rebecca gave her small piece of having missed her, and that she was her favorite drink mixer. Something she knew, but didn't entirely miss hearing, but always found it funny how it was something she always went to. "So I heard, glad that you liked them so much, even if I have improved since then." she said, her words slurring between her stuttering and taking more drinks as she talked.

Erin sighed as she sat back for a moment, looking up at the ceiling as she found herself rambling on in her drunken stupor, "Ya know...Even after you left, and after everything that happened. Not a day went by that, that you weren't on my mind. I mean, I thought about everyone and wondered what they did or were doing but..I always wondered what you were up to, ya know? Like...I didn't know if you were mad at me or not. I just wasn't sure if you ever-" she was cut off from her rambling as she had sat up some as she suddenly found Rebecca interrupting her rambling as everything seemingly stopped in time. All she knew, was that one moment she was rambling on, and then the next she had been silenced. It took her a solid minute to realize what had happened, causing her brain to almost stop as everything halted. Erin blinked in utter confusion as Rebecca moved away apologizing for kissing her on impulse. A small smile creased her lips as she chuckled, combing her fingers through her own hair as she couldn't help but blush as she tried her best to say something, anything as her brain had practically imploded. "It's okay...I-I didn't mind it. I just, wasn't expecting it, is all." she stuttered out, trying her best to piece realty back together again as her brain tried its best to work. Silently she tried to rewire her brain to say more or at least do something than just sit there in her stupid state, but the only thing that brought her back to reality was the newly added weight to her lap and caress through her hair as Rebecca got closer to her again. Erin was simply only able to blink and give a small smile before Rebecca had kissed her once more. But this time it was more intimate than before. Her heart began to race loudly in her chest as she could feel the alcohol take a hold of her and her thoughts. Normally she would have opposed, as well as wouldn't have encouraged it. But this time, if it wasn't just the alcohol speaking, Erin wouldn't entirely oppose this moment. But she could feel her resolve and her control slowly slipping away the longer the kiss went on. She didn't want things to escalate farther than they should, as the last thing she'd want to do is ruin things between the two of them, as well as become yet another person's drunken regret.

Erin found herself gently separating the two of them as she gently pushed Rebecca a few inches away by the shoulder, turning her head to the side as the kiss was broken. Giving herself a moment before she began speaking again, "I-We can't, Becca...N-not now. Not while this drunk, please.." she said as she gently caressed Rebecca's cheek for a moment as she looked in her eyes. Erin watched as Rebecca moved to the opposite side of the couch away from her, wrapping herself in a blanket. She sighed as Rebecca said she should just sleep and that she was sorry for acting like that. Erin looked at Rebecca and shook her head, insisting that Rebecca take her room and that she could just go to the guest room. No one should have to sleep on the couch, even if they were as wasted as they both were. After some coaxing, Erin helped Rebecca up the stairs to where her room was located in the apartment. After saying goodnight and making sure Rebecca would be fine, Erin left for the guest room, which was on the opposite part of the apartment. After closing the door behind her, Erin simply sighed and made her way to the bed and let her own weight and gravity simply take her down. With her face buried in the pillow on the bed, she simply closed her eyes, her mind was wracked with drunken thoughts. Maybe she shouldn't have stopped it, or maybe it was for the best? Things were going well, and as always, she had ruined things, or maybe her mind was on overactive mode. She didn't know the difference and didn't care.





Her eventual sleep was nothing of note, all she knew was that when she woke up the next morning, an immense headache overtook her. She knew this headache would last a while and only one thing would help with it. Shuffling out of the bed, her feet hitting hardwood flooring as she made her way down the hallway and into the kitchen. She quickly made a pot of coffee and after it was done she poured herself a cup of coffee. It was only when she was halfway through the coffee that she remembered the previous night. Rebecca had gone back to her place and they had gotten completely drunk. Small talk and banter had turned to the more serious side of things, which led to what had happened afterward. Erin couldn't help but be angry at herself for how things went. Things could have, no, should have ended differently. After a few more minutes of sitting in silence in her kitchen, she heard some shuffling coming from her bathroom. Her eyebrow quirked as she slowly stood up from the barstool and made her way to the bathroom, gently knocking on the door. "Becks? Is everything okay?" she asked, only to receive very passive and somewhat annoyed replies. She patiently waited outside of the room, sitting against the hallway wall, occasionally asking if Rebecca was okay every now and then. From going through her phone, checking emails and Facebook and other social media platforms, eventually, the bathroom door opened. Erin got to her feet and gave Rebecca a small smile before Rebecca told her to not talk to her or ask her why she was in there for so long.

But the sight that greeted her when Rebecca walked out was all that she needed to know. Apparently her own way of grieving wasn't the only odd one. But the immediate shift in attitude in Rebecca caused some concern. "You look good, Becca." she said with a small chuckle, which was obviously fake as she tried to ease the growing tension between them. She didn't know what she did to upset her, if her choice the prior night had this effect on Rebecca, it only made Erin feel even worse. All she was able to do was watch as Rebecca pushed past her, grabbing a few things before she left, but not without a few last words. The last she heard was that Rebecca needed to borrow a few things, and just like that, she was gone. Erin just stood in the hallway silently as she watched Rebecca leave, not knowing what to say or do. All she did was lock the door, and went back to bed. In the following days, she became more of a recluse, not leaving her apartment or going to work unless she had to. Even then she didn't go or do much, except for staying in bed and trying to sleep it off and just ignore everything that happened. If she had nothing to focus on, she didn't have anything to worry about. In a mix of drinking, sleeping, and ignoring basically everyone, she hadn't anything to worry about. She knew to cope in this way wasn't exactly healthy, but it's all she ever really knew what to do. In the days that passed, her sleep wasn't even a good or solid sleep. She'd simply lay in bed every day, and just lie there, alone to her thoughts. She knew she should have taken her medication, but it only made things worse.

With her health declining, with unhealthy coping mechanisms, it wasn't surprising that the day she was invited to a dinner party by Soren she looked horrible. Somewhat prominent dark rings under her eyes, mixed with drinking and smoking, and not eating much had caused her appearance to look unwell to say the least. She found herself getting out of bed and showering, and looking for an outfit that she simply threw together of random pieces of clothing. She texted Kyle, and had told him to make sure he got his ass to the party. She'd be running late compared to the others, and his presence wouldn't be one of major note. As well as it being a good time for her to finally let the others know that Kyle was back, she'd just have to figure out a way of making it happen. When the hours ticked by, she finally got dressed, and tied her hair up in a messy bun and grabbed a jacket and put her pack of cigarettes in the inside pocket. She texted Kyle her address to meet her at her apartment so they could walk together.

The walk to Soren's was a welcomed one. The fresh air against her skin as she walked alongside Kyle, mixed with their small talk and further catching up made everything feel as well as good as it could get. They even caught up on some of the case issues, but mainly just made quick comments on it, Kyle made sure to let her know she'd be called to the station in the next few days as they'd need some information from her as well as just to see how she was doing. As annoyed as she was, she understood the process and was wondering when her time to be interrogated from. Erin held the door open for Kyle and the two made their way to Soren's apartment. Others had already made their way there and plenty of people had filled the apartment. Making their entrance into the party less noticeable. Erin told Kyle to go get them some drinks and just hang out and not be really noticed, as she had to go talk to someone. She passed by Soren as she scanned the apartment for her real target, "I gotta talk to you later, got it?" she said as she gave him a pat on the shoulder. She wormed her way passed others, looking around the room until she finally saw who she needed to talk to. Gently patting the woman on the shoulder from behind, speaking softly, "Look, I get it if you don't want to talk to me, but...I'm sorry. Okay?" she said as she gently pulled Rebecca to the side, wanting to have some privacy between the two for a moment. "Look, I get it. I fucked up the other night and I am sorry. If I could have made things have been different, I would have. I just...I didn't..I didn't want to ruin anything between us, ya know? I just...I'd understand if you're pissed off, you have every right to be. I just want you to know I'm sorry and that I fucked up." she said softly, looking Rebecca in the eyes for a moment before she looked away to the side. Looking back at Rebecca for a moment, she'd probably regret what came out of her mouth next, but she didn't care. "Besides...I meant what I said, I didn't mind it." Erin said as she gave a small smile, but began to turn away as she figured Rebecca didn't want anything to do with her or was beginning to get annoyed.


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xxxwho i used to be
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When he got back into his bedroom, he just flopped on to the bed and ran his hands down his face, exhaling slowly. This would be fine, he told himself. He was just stressed from this morning, that was all. Everything was fine. He was safe. Nothing bad had happened. He took a few deep breaths and got back to his feet. He changed his shirt into something a little less crumpled, ran his fingers through his hair to tidy it up a little, and put on the best smile he could manage. He still looked like shit, but he looked a little better than he had done a few minutes prior, and he looked better than he had a day or two ago. That was something, he told himself. That was a start. He smiled at Becca as he emerged from the room and she handed him a drink. “Thank you, Becca. Not just for the drink, but for this afternoon. I really needed it, and you really helped. So thank you,” he said, holding up his drink in a slight toast to her. “And loving the new look, by the way.” He added with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, before draining his drink. The burn felt good, and he left the glass beside the sink.

It didn’t take long for people to start arriving. At first, he was just aware of how tired he had to look, how people’s eyes seemed to linger on him for a little longer than he was entirely comfortable with. But then having people around him, complimenting him on how good everything smelled, people telling him how much he loved the album, people smiling back at him… it felt good. Erin clapped him on the shoulder and pressed a beer into his hand, told him she needed to talk to him later. He found himself wondering what it was about, but just drank the beer as he mingled, making his way back to the kitchen every so often to check on the food.

The alcohol seemed to be hitting him harder than usual. All he’d had to drink was the drink Rebecca had made him and the beer that Erin had given him, and he felt… odd. Like being drunk but… not. His doctor had said something about avoiding alcohol while on these medications, but… he hadn’t expected it to hit that hard and that quick. He just needed to sober up. No more drinks, he promised himself.

He spotted Nate as he came in and grinned, making his way over to him. “Nate, you came! I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” He gushed, wrapping the other man in a hug. “It’s so good to see you!” He said as he let go. He was sure there was something he meant to say, but it disappeared as soon as it came, and he frowned. What had he meant to say? Why were all his thoughts flying around like that?

But it didn’t last long, as his eyes landed on someone across the room. He seemed to be about Soren’s height, with short, neat dark hair, and a focused, intelligent expression. He looked strong- not like a bodybuilder, but lean and powerful. He looked vaguely familiar, but Soren couldn’t place it. “Holy shit. Nate, be my wingman,” he said, grabbing Nate’s arm and starting to pull him across the room. He stumbled a little over his own feet and had to clutch on to Nate as he regained his balance. “Woah, that’s not good,” he mumbled, mostly to himself.

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ALEXANDER YANG
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There is only one way to avoid criticism:
do nothing, say nothing, be nothing...

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|| Day of Lauren's Memorial ||

A week had passed since Lauren's unfortunate passing, her memorial would be held later today. During this time Alexander had spent his time going over all of the evidence that he and Khepri had accumulated. Despite the vast amount of information they were able to gather they weren't any closer to discovering any hints to who had committed the crime. There was very little Lex could do to further their investigation, there just wasn't anything there. Resigned to that fact Lex chose instead to get back into his usual routine, addressing the investigation if anything else came up.

While preparing to go to Lauren's memorial, while taking a shower, Lex heard his phone ringing on the sink. He ignored it and let the call go til it would leave a message but the phone would ring again right afterwards. Thinking it must've been important, considering not many people had his personal number, Lex exited the shower and answered the call. "Who is it and why are you bothering me?"

The voice on the other end was hurried and sounded out of breath, "Boss... You're not going to like this but..." They were hesitant to continue, not wanting to be the one to deliver the message. Lex silently waited for them to finish, feeling slightly perturbed. "...You know the lady you told us to take care of... Well she was attacked but she managed to get away... I think she ran to the memorial service for your... Friend."

Fury and anger erupted in Lex's psyche, impacting even his physical appearance. Before being overcome by these emotions Lex calmed himself down enough to talk, saying with an oddly cool but unmistakably furious voice, "Weren't you suppose to take care of it? ...Tell me exactly how she could be attacked if you were doing your job?" They replied that they were preoccupied. "Preoccupied? ...That would mean you were busy, correct? What exactly is more important than a direct mission given by me ...your Boss?" Between the silence and unintelligible mumbles from the other end Lex began to lose his patience. He knew that they wouldn't overlook any direction he gave them without a good reason, it was then that the answer was obvious. "Which branch was it? Who had overridden my order? Seconds passed until a single word escaped from the voice on the other end of the phone, the word Deputy.

Still fuming Lex ended the call with his subordinate, he knew that they didn't have a choice so he didn't question them further. While getting dressed Lex began calling his secretary. She answered the call cheerily asking, "What do you need boss?" While buttoning up his shirt Lex began to list a number of things he wanted his secretary to take care of. This list consisted of: delivering a gift to the Clarks after the memorial; expressing Lex's apology for not being able to attend due to company related issues; look into who had attacked Rebecca, as they were likely to be connected to, if not, Lauren's killer; to have a 'meeting' with his subordinate arranged; have one of his firearms placed in his car. His secretary could tell that there was something off due to the tone of his voice. She asked, "Is there anything else I can do for you? ...Have some drinks prepared perchance?"

Now fully dressed and prepared Lex laughed at his secretaries attempt at humor. Walking out into the elevator and pressing the button for the bottom floor Lex answered her, saying, "Yeah, I'll probably need it..." Lex pulled his lighter from his coat, lighting up a cigarette as the elevator started to go down. "Don't wait up for me Tina. I need to have a 'little chat' with someone..."

It took a while for his driver to arrive since there were some late minute 'arrangements' which needed to be made. Lex continued to chain smoke waiting for his car to arrive. He pulled out his phone, pondering whether or not to contact Becca or any of his 'friends'. Looking down at the new wallpaper on his phone, a picture he took while Becca was eating breakfast, a number of emotions swirling around his mind til he saw his driver park in front of the residential building.

When he reached his car and got inside he checked underneath his seat to find his Glock 45, fully loaded with four more magazines prepared. He fastened the gun into his appendix holster and clipped the magazines on the back of his belt. After he was done preparing that his driver asked him where they were going exactly. Opening up the window, Lex flicked out the remainder of his cigarette before answering the driver, saying, "Where does anyone in this city go with a gun? ...We are of course going to the 'shooting range'." The driver chuckled at this response before he started to drive to where he knew they needed to go.

Muffled sounds being emitted from the limousines trunk. Clicking his fingers Lex acted like he just remembered something. "Ah, that's right. Before we go to the 'range' we need to throw out some trash... Know any good places to do that?" The driver shook his head, knowing where they needed to go and his boss's preferred order. As the driver looked back towards he saw the cold glint in his bosses eyes, glad that he wouldn't be on the receiving end of whatever he was planning.

|| Day of Soren's Dinner Party ||

Days had passed since Becca's assault and there was no signs or information he could gather about the culprit. This frustrated Lex but he couldn't do anything about it, despite his skills and resources, just like in Lauren's case. Lex sent several messages to Pri, seeing if she was able to find out anything about the incident either. He hadn't received an affirmation yet but considering the difficulties he was having he doubted that she would've caught on to anything either.

"Boss, we'll stay nearby in case you need us... and as per your instruction we'll pay better attention than last time." Lex's eyes scanned over the subordinates he had gathered today. There was four of them, not including the driver, they were Chinese American like himself and were dressed in common New York street-wear to better blend in to their surroundings. It was a completely different group from the people who were first tasked to watch over Becca. Lex didn't want a repeat of what happened last time.

"Just stay outside near the building. Two of you have eyes on the car and each other, the driver will maintain surveillance on the main entrance. The others will patrol around the building and see if anyone goes in any other way, stay together and watch each others back." Lex had carried his gun with him since Becca's assault, not wanting to be without an answer to an unexpected incident like that again.

Lex and Soren weren't particularly the greatest of friends, especially after the incident between himself and Lauren, but he wanted to see everyone after what happened. Opening the door of the car, Lex slowly walked towards the entrance to Soren's residential building. As he was about to go inside he saw his men go into action and start following his instructions. He looked at them indifferently before the entrance closed and his view of them was obscured.

Arriving at Soren's apartment Lex knocked on the door, waiting for someone to open the door for him. A minute passed before anyone came to the door, whoever was inside must've been to busy to welcome Lex in. He began to think about whether or not he should open the door himself or wait outside for someone to answer the door. Not wanting to be rude and not being really interested in engaging in the majority of his 'friends' drama, Lex patiently waited across from Soren's door. Taking out a cigarette and lighting it up, taking a drag as he waited for someone to either open the door or arrive.

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Rebecca Cruze
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xxxI act like I don’t fuckin care,
xxxLike they ain’t even there,
xxxI act like I don’t fuckin care,
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Rebecca barely acknowledged the sort of compliment she recieved from Soren with a nod before walking away and trying to look busy so people wouldn’t bother her, most of this was just being on her phone and avoiding eye contact. Though when people did try to come up and talk to her, either to question her new look or try to comfort and make sure she was okay, she would just blow them off. Becca did make eye contact with Nate when he arrived, but quickly turned around and turned her attention elsewhere, gazing out the window and into the streets of New York, taking a few more sips of her cup of straight gin.

Becca sighed as someone tapped her shoulder and was ready to give a snide remark about not wanting to be bothered, but when she turned around and saw Erin, she just went quiet and agreed to talk to her as Erin led her to a room for a little bit more privacy Rebecca would be lying if she said she felt bad for how she left Erin’s apartment, but it was the spur of the moment and she had been impulsive and wanted to leave. She quietly listened as the other woman talked, hearing the sincerity in her voice and the words she was saying, she knew there was truth behind them but didn’t know how to respond, especially to the apology that wasn’t needed. Even though being rejected by Erin happened before Rebecca dyed her hair, it wasn’t her fault for how she was acting, how she looked. Erin went to turn away from her but Becca grabbed her hand.

“Erin. It’s fine. I’m fine. We’re fine. Nothing is ruined. It’s just complicated okay? With how eve-” Rebecca could hear a knock at the front door since it was next to the small office they were having their conversation. Becca peaked through the window and saw the build of a familiar person waiting for the door to be answered. “We will talk later. Promise” She said with an expressionless face before she excused herself from the room and went to answer the door.

When Rebecca opened it and her assumption of it being Lex was confirmed, she wanted to smile to see him again, but then remember she hadn’t really spoken to him since the few times she visited him before the memorial. “Hey Lex. Honestly surprised to see you here.” She said as she brushed her now black hair out of her face, the look Lex hadn’t seen yet. “Come on in.” Becca said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, giving him a rough rundown of the set up, even seeing Soren and just making a remark about him being drunk. But when Becca saw what direction her drunk friend was going, she stopped dead in her tracks. The cop. The same cop, detective, agent, or whoever or whatever he was from Lauren's crime scene, her memorial service was now here at the dinner party.

Rebecca walked away from Lex and straight towards the cop, accidentally bumping into a few of the other patrons before getting to her destination. Usually she wouldn’t had been this so confrontational, but the liquid courage was getting to her, as well as a lot of the stress was affecting her mind. “Why are you here?” Becca said in a loud tone, a couple people turning to see what the commotion was about. “Seriously, can’t you just leave us alone for one minute without showing up and monitoring us when we’re just trying to relax? We are trying to mourn our dead friend, but you keep insisting on questioning us.” She had lightly shoved the cop, not much power behind it. Becca wasn't exactly happy with being at this party, but she definitely didn't appreciate it being crashed. She took a look around and saw now she had accidentally grabbed the attention of most people in the room, ending her gaze on Lex, almost as if to ask for help.

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xxxGot a jail on my heart from the pessimists
xxxGot those nails in my mouth for impressionists
xxxSpent too much money on a therapist
xxxCouldn't fix me, I accepted it

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The service continued and not much caught Cassandra’s attention, outside of Rebecca Cruze having some sort of bruises and the ex-boyfriend storming out since he couldn’t hold his emotions. Cass was ready to question people but Kyle reeled her back in, saying they should let the people mourn and that they could always question them later when their minds were more clear. Cass reluctantly agreed and the two snuck out of the location with the crowd of people and headed back to the station

The following days the two didn't do much, but they did bring in Soren Bowers. Cass and Kyle let the actual officers interrogate him, but Cassandra did watch from the other side of the one way mirror. She was surprised with his reaction to the information they presented him, about what was on Lauren’s phone, enough to make their behavioral expert assume he was telling the truth, along with eyewitness reports of seeing the victim after whatever argument the two had. “Well, it seems like he’s out of the hot seat.” She said out loud, mostly to herself as the cops released Soren

Cassandra only knew about the dinner party because Kyle let it slip when the two were talking about the case after the ex boyfriend was questioned and they came up short. She would be lying if she said she wouldn’t be excited for a dinner party, plus another chance to question the other suspects out of the station. Cass was one to always regret having to interrogate someone under camera’s and people watching through a one-way mirror, people were always too uptight during those questionings and usually when they are outside of the stressful environment and more relaxed they tend to slip out information. Plus there are some things you can’t do when watched by cameras that Cass wouldn’t be against in some cases.

But Kyle quickly shut her down on coming, saying it would raise too much tension. “And you going wouldn’t? Just because you’re someone’s sibling doesn’t mean they don’t see you like they see all other cops.” Cass said, smiling a bit with Kyle’s correction of being called a cop. It was cute that he was proud to be more than just a cop, and Cass often teased him about it, purposely saying cop instead of their actual title. But she did understand where he was coming from. Atleast they had background and previous relations with Kyle, even if they didn’t know yet. “How about this. I’ll come, but stay out and scoping out the place. Better than sitting here, I promise to get the reports done tomorrow during lunch.” Cassandra said as she grabbed her jacket getting ready to leave. “Plus back-up in case things get out of control.” She said with a wink as she left the station.

Agent Cassandra was one to hate stake-out vans and never understood how people just accept a plumbing van or electrical van being sat in front of a residence for so long, or when the people who owned that residence would question why a van was in front of their house. Cass decided to take a vehicle from the repo yard to use as her vehicle for the night out, taking a honda civic with just minor damage but clean interior. “Eh, good enough.” She said as she signed out the keys and headed to the address she got out of Kyle when he finally agreed to her staking out.

When Cass arrived at the residence, she could tell she was early, which she knew she would be since Kyle gave her a rough time that they were expected to show up. Though within 10 minutes of her being there a taxi showed up and dropped off a black haired woman she hadn’t seen before, nor at the party or memorial service. But when the girl turned around she recognized her face, the best friend that was distraught, Rebecca Cruze. The girl must have been going through some rough times, especially after the attack that Cass had heard about from Kyle, and changed her look. “Interesting, definitely be something to ask about during questioning.” She commented to herself and took notes. As time went by more people showed up but no one out of the ordinary, and even eventually seeing Kyle and his Sister show up.

That was until a black car parked across the street and infront of two vehicles in front of where Cassandra was parked. She couldn’t see who it was or how many people there were until they crossed the street. Alexander Yang, and whatever associates he had, them all splitting up but Cass had no idea what they had said or what they were doing. Cass quickly took out her phone and texted Kyle.

Alexander Yang arrived, some others with him as well. I’m not sure what’s going on, but I feel something is off. You know the signal if you need me.

Agent Cassandra sent the message and went back to keeping an eye out and noting anything she felt was important, not expecting a reply from Kyle as she assumed he was busy.

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When Soren hugged him, Nate was taken aback slightly. They had been friends, sure, but he hadn’t ever thought of them as particularly close. Not that he minded, of course. He returned the hug without hesitation, though anyone that saw his face would have noticed the mild confusion. Still, he smiled as Soren let him go and said a simple, “Of course I came.” As if it hadn’t ever been a debate in his mind, and as if Soren never should have questioned it. His tone was gentle, though, and not at all meant to make Soren feel bad if he doubted it. When Soren mentioned being his wingman, Nate tried to see who his friend had eyes on, but he couldn’t pick out who Soren had them walking towards. He’d never really played wingman for Soren before, and started making a mental list of his strengths as they started walking.

When Soren stumbled, Nate reached out to help him regain balance, and concern crossed his face for a moment, “Hey, maybe you should sit down for a minute.” He placed a hand on Soren’s shoulder, hoping it came off as a friendly gesture, despite how it was meant to keep the man from walking away, “Just to get your head clear. Maybe we can catch up a little?”

He was just about to lead Soren to somewhere a little calmer to sit and hopefully clear his head, when he spotted some purposeful moment out of the corner of his eye. He turned to see Becca walking towards who he now recognized as one of the detectives on Lauren’s case. She looked upset, and he knew that this had the potential to not end well. He wanted to be over there, mostly because he didn’t want anyone getting into any more trouble than they were already in, but he wasn’t willing to leave Soren alone in the state he was in. He sighed and wrapped an arm around Soren’s shoulders, a gesture that would indicate a closer friendship than they had ever had. He started leading them in the direction Rebecca was quickly moving, and he spoke quickly, but quietly, to Soren as they walked. “We’re going to try to keep things as civil as we can over here. Stay calm. Keep your hands to yourself. Try to stay quiet. If things go south I don’t want it to come back to you, okay?”

They didn’t get there until after Becca shoved the cop, and Nate shot a glance at Lex, as if to ask why the hell he didn’t stop that. Thankfully enough, Erin showed up around the same time, and Nate figured she could do more to calm Rebecca than he could. But when Becca shrugged Erin’s hand off her shoulder, he stepped beside Rebecca, saying, “You know I have your back,” His voice was low, and it he was partially speaking so as not to alarm her as he gently grabbed her hand, trying to get her to take a step back, “But we really don’t need to start anything tonight.”

What Erin said surprised him, though, and he found himself letting Rebecca’s hand slip through his. He more heard the slap than saw it, but the words that were spoked afterwards, and Becca’s reaction to them, are what really made him spring into action. He shouted, “Hey!” As he scooped Becca up by the waist, holding her up against his torso, “Stop it!” He swore as Becca kicked and flailed, “You had better have a hell of an explanation!” That was, of course, directed at Erin. He took several steps back before turning around and setting Becca down, spinning her around and grabbing her harshly by the shoulders to force her to look at him. He’d never been rough with her before, but he wanted to end this nonsense, “I need you to stop. Do you wanna hear her out, or do you wanna take a walk with me?”

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xxxsomewhere in between
xxxwho i used to be
xxxand who i'll be tomorrow
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Soren wanted to protest when Nate said they should sit down. He was fine. The drink that Becca had made for him was probably just a little stronger than he'd realised and it was hitting him hard, that was all. But before he could communicate any of this, a distraction came in the form of Rebecca shoving somebody and yelling at them. At first, Soren only recognised the man as the stranger that had captured his attention, and he thought his plan to use Nate as his wingman might still be an option. But then it clicked why he looked so familiar. The man had been in Lauren's apartment that night. Soren could have sworn that he'd seen him around the station one of the times he'd been brought in for interview. Soren's mood changed instantly. Why the fuck was there a cop in his apartment?

As if Nate had read his mind, or maybe just his facial expression, he warned Soren not to say or do anything he'd regret. That didn't change the fact that one of the freaking cops had showed up to his apartment, hours after they'd ruined his day and had more or less confirmed his innocence. Had they been lying? Had they just come around to interrogate his friends?

But before he could say anything, Erin stepped between Rebecca and the cop. Soren just stared at Erin in confusion as she said she'd brought him. Why would she have brought a cop to his dinner party?

And then Soren looked between them again, and the penny dropped. Kyle. Damn, he hadn't realised Kyle was still in New York. Erin hadn't mentioned him at any stage. Or even mentioned that she was bringing him.

And then something else hit him. If Kyle was investigating Lauren's case... he knew about the photos. He knew far too many of Soren's secrets. He knew far too many of their own secrets. He couldn't risk that getting out. He couldn't. Soren didn't care if he was Erin's brother. It was only the slap that brought him back to reality and he watched the aftermath of Nate grabbing Rebecca and practically lifting her from her feet.

"I don't give a damn what the explanation is. You've made our lives hell with investigating this case. I... Erin, I'm sorry. But I can't- he can't stay. He just- He knows-" Why weren't the words coming out right? Soren felt like his heart was pounding and yet was still too slow, his thoughts racing and yet too slow to form coherent sentences.

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During it, the funeral, Khepri seemed weirdly okay. Having a wide pair of black sunglasses covering her eyes almost the entire time and flask slightly peeking out of the pocket of her black coat while keeping a stone face demeanor and wiping away the occasional tear. She had to keep it together in order to be there for everyone else; Lauren's parents, her friends, co-workers, anyone who felt like the only way to get over the fact that Lauren was murdered and her killer was still just walking around was by talking about their favorite moments with her, how she changed their lives, and how they could barely sleep because of it all. As if any of this would change anything. It was bullshit. It was all bullshit. One of her closest and oldest friends was gone and everything was worse now. Her killer was walking free, her friends were people of interest, and Lauren went to her grave without Khepri having the chance to even come clean, and now she felt like a bigger piece of shit than she usually did. But, despite what she thought. She couldn't bring herself to break the facade for anyone else. They needed this. So, she indulged them. She smiled and laughed, shared her own stories about her and Lauren, all to make those around her more comfortable with coming to terms with it all.

But, it wasn't until she finally went up the casket when she felt her body start to panic and everything began to really sink it. When she ran her hand against the hardwood surface, it felt like someone was sitting on her chest, the room began to spin, and she could feel herself getting nauseous. It felt like she hit by a bus. What was she supposed to do at this moment? What could she do? Run out of the room? Bust into tears and make a scene? Draw attention and make it about her? No, not a chance. She didn't even want anyone to see her like this. She tried to take deep breaths or get some air outside but, nothing helped and the feeling stayed until later that night when she was finally alone in her room. She let it out for bit before realizing that she had a show to put on and throwing herself a pity party and talking about her feelings wasn't going to get that done.

The days following the funeral were... chaotic and isolating for Khepri, to say the least. The day after the funeral, Khepri thought it was for the best to completely lock herself away, turn off her personal phone, and just basically vanish off the face of the Earth. Primarily because she had work to do with her list of theories and slight mental breakdown growing but also because when she wasn't glued to her computer or the notes all over her walls, she didn't even know what to say to the others. She wasn't good with grief and guilt or talking about it. And she really wasn't in the mood to try and process any of it with anyone. Not Nate, Not Chris, and definitely not Lex. She didn't need him, of all people, to think she was teetering off the deep end, again. Not that he'd notice with other things occupying his main attention, but that was fine. She wasn't angry or jealous. Why would she be? She was at her best alone. Right? At least that's what everyone else said so they could rationalize bettering their lives whether it be through throwing a tantrum towards her and just disappearing to go to LA with their band, or chasing after a girl they hadn't seen in years, or just willingly choosing to do whatever they want while throwing a certain someone to the wolves of her shitty life. All under the excuse; "Oh, she's Khepri. She can handle anything" or "She'll get over it, she's Pri."

Okay, maybe it was more than a small mental breakdown mounting but, she'd deal with that at a later time. When she wasn't supposed to be already left to go to some dinner party. But, that small fact didn't make her look away from her computer screen. She was less than 24 hours away from her report (that none of her friends still knew about but, they'd find out soon enough) and she was so close to finishing up her report to send to the teleprompters that she could taste it. She was in a rhythm about this story, something that hasn't happened in a really long time, and she wasn't going to break that for some stupid party with her high school friends who all probably secretly couldn't stand her; Lex and Becca excluded. She wouldn't even be going if it wasn't for the fact that Miss. 'Put Together' felt like she had had to in order to make everything look like she was perfectly fine. She didn't break routine, not once, no matter how much her body wanted to rest.

She went to the gym, researched, kept notes on the case, went to her therapist, kept up appearances, and acted as if nothing was wrong. And from the outside looking in, she seemed... oddly fine but, by those closest to her she knew they'd start seeing the cracks if she didn't get smarter about it. And going to this goddamn dinner, party, whatever you wanted to call it seemed like a good place to start. She'd show face, have a drink, have an actual conversation with Lex, and slip out. Easy. It was a chance to show them she was fine, no need to check-in, and another reason for them to leave her alone. Plus, who knows maybe someone would let something slip that she could use. And all she had to do to do that was get up! "You antisocial, workaholic, lazy piece of shit, get up! You have been in the room for days! You're dressed and look like a bad bitch. We have to go!" Even her nagging thought fell on deaf ears as she was finishing the last paragraph. Five minutes turned into half an hour before she finally read it over for what felt like the tenth time and finally smiled in triumph. It finally didn't sound like hot garbage. She could relax, for now. She hit send and took a deep breath. Finally getting up from her desk to slid on her knee-high black boots. She texted her driver that she was finally ready which gave her about ten minutes before he was at the front door waiting for her. And in that timespan, she caught her eyes darting back to her computer. [color#B76A81]"You know that draft was hot garbage, right? Somehow you found a way to fill twenty minutes of screentime while not saying anything of substance. Good job."[/color] No, no. It was fine. She was going to let that little voice in her head make her think otherwise. Even though fine wasn't going to get her out of this hellhole of a city...

She had ten minutes, she'd just fix a few things. What would that hurt? She'd tweak a little of the language, use a few more hard-hitting words, and then she'd be done. Then she'd go. Ten turned into thirty more minutes and now she was almost an hour later. Great. She was rereading, again and again, her acrylic fingernails tapping rapidly against the wood desk while her phone was vibrating next to her. She snapped out of it to realize the time. "Shit!" She saved the final, final draft and sent it to the editors to savage in any way they could before snatching her little baggie and tossing it in her purse and grabbing the bottle of aged bourbon she had gotten as a peace offering party gift for Soren. She hurried down to the main lobby and smiled as she silently huffed. She apologized to her driver and slid in the back before turning her attention to her phone sending out two texts to the two most important people in her life right now; Lex and her editor.

To: Lex
Sorry I've been MIA, busy w/ work. I'm on my way to Soren's now, save me a drink.

To: Rick
My notes are shit, I know. I'll fix them when I get home.

The rest of the ride was filled with wine and just trying to get herself to relax. The script would be okay, she'd stay up tonight and fix it. This was going to be a time to stop thinking about the report and Lauren and finally fucking relax. By the time, she made it to Soren's, she had some much to drink she was actually smiling. When the door opened, she grabbed her belongings and thanked her driver before walking up to the stairs. She was going to knock but, when twisting the knob she found that whoever came in last forgot to lock it. So, she just let herself in. She smiled towards Lex but was not in any way prepared for the sight that was unfolding in front of her: Nate holding onto Becca, Soren kicking the-- the detective (?!) out, Erin between everyone, and well, overall a pretty interestingly chaotic scene she had walked in on.

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Everything that could have gone bad, was going bad. From the mistake of bringing Kyle to the party, to the events that took place before and during the week that led up to this, and then the fact that Erin had never told them until now. She hadn't told anyone that she knew that Kyle was back. She had been so busy and by herself in the days that followed that she never once thought to tell them. Let them know what was going on and that Kyle was here, and that he was the agent that had to question a vast majority of them, or had some part in the entire investigation. One simple mistake. One simple, god damn mishap had ended in the result of this. Kyle being pushed back and harrassed by Rebecca, who was then taken to the side by Nate as he told her to calm down. She was now literally in the middle of this, and she had to play her cards right. She couldn't make any more mistakes, she had to make sure that nothing escalated further. Her eyes darted between them all, knowing full well what and how they'd react. They'd be angry, they'd have every right to be. But they had to listen, right? They'd understand, they'd have to. It was Kyle. Not only a childhood friend, but her brother. They knew him well and knew how he was, they'd have to know he wouldn't be any trouble. That they could simply listen and just let him stay. Erin cleared her throat and began to speak with as calm of a voice as she could, "It'll all make sense, but Rebecca. You have no right to just fucking push someone around like that, alright? You don't need to be such a fucking bit-" she started to speak, somewhat loudly and oddly defensively. But she wasn't expecting what came next. Whether it was Rebecca wriggling out of Nate's grasp, or the slap that came next. She almost didn't even realize what happened initially as her face paled, eyes growing wide at the initial impact of the slap. She simply stood there, mouth slightly agape as she finally recollected her thoughts. The words that had come out of her mouth before Rebecca had lashed out, came out faster than she could process them. She was just surprised about what she said as the others were. She knew full well that when she gets even the slightest bit heated, she has a tendency to say things she shouldn't, but having called Rebecca a bitch over this whole mess was one huge mistake. All of this was.

Erin rubbed her cheek silently as Nate quickly grabbed Rebecca from behind and pulled her backward. All while yelling at Erin that she better have one hell of an explanation for all of this. Her eyes darted around the room as she tried to think. Her eyes darted from Rebecca, to Nate, and then the others. Sighing for a moment as she took another moment to recollect herself, as everything that transpired happened in just a few short seconds. "First, you hit like a very small child." she rattled off, which was more or less under her breath, but loud enough for Rebecca to hear at the small distance between them. Erin took a short pause to compose herself, looking at Nate as she spoke next, "I do, if you just let me speak-" she was cut off yet again, but this time it was Soren. She quickly turned her head to look at him as he spoke. Her eyes narrowed as he said he didn't care what the explanation was, and that he had to leave. That it wasn't okay for him to stay there and that he needed to leave. He knew too much and he made their lives hell.

Her mind was a whirlwind of things as she was processing everything that happened. She took a short moment to look at Kyle, seeing how he was just blankly staring at the flood gave her enough of a notion to know what kind of mindset he was in. "Are you okay, Kyle?" she asked softly, he simply nodded his head, his voice coming out in a soft whisper, "I-I'm fine..." Kyle said, his eyes never leaving the floor as he was stuck in one of his episodes. Erin turned her head to look back at Soren. Her jaw was locked in place for a moment as her eyes closed, trying to remain calm and collected. But she had been calm for far too long, and she could feel the anger slowly rising and it was only a matter of time until it all bubbled over, and now it was just starting to show. "You know what, Soren? Fuck you." she said suddenly and coldly. The words dripping out of her mouth like poison as she approached him, keeping a small distance from them as she continued to speak, "I have been so calm and easy-going through everything. Everything." she put an emphasis on the second part, making sure Soren knew exactly what she was hinting at. "From the bullshit and break up with Lauren, to the thing with Pri and Lex, and especially when you fucking left without a word. I was there, through it all. I listened. I never once questioned anything. I was there through it all for you, and I never once left you. I never once left anyone to question what they did to deserve being walked out on." her voice and presence was growing colder and colder the longer she spoke, every word sounding more pained than the last. She could feel the all too familiar burn start behind her eyes as tears slowly trickled down her cheek, wiping them off with her sleeve. Her eyes focused on Soren for a moment before she pushed him back slightly, "I never once asked for anything in return, ever. And what did I get? You leaving without a god damn word. Just like everyone else. I never once left you or anyone else alone and I am not going to do the same to him." Erin said with an ice-cold tone, her eyes never once leaving Soren's. "So go fuck yourself, Soren."







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Something was wrong. This wasn’t just his meds and the alcohol messing him up, something was really, really wrong. It felt like he was suddenly under water. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. Everything around him felt false, surreal, like a dream.

Erin’s words made it feel more like a nightmare. In all the years they’d known each other, they’d never fought. Sure, she’d yelled at him for being dumb or for doing something dumb. But it had never been like this. Before, it had always been out of love, out of concern. This wasn’t. This was anger, anger that had been brewing for too long. And the worst part was?

She was right. It would have been easier if she was yelling at him about something he couldn’t control, about something that he’d been right about. But he’d just left her. He’d regretted it ever since. But he’d never actually apologized. He had just been so… angry, so hurt. He’d been willing to leave her behind with all the rest of the shit he’d been through, despite the fact that she’d been right there with him.

And he couldn’t get a fucking word out to explain himself. He was trying, trying to push through the fog, wanting to grab her and hug her and say sorry and try to make everything better. But instead, she just shoved him and he stumbled over his own feet, having to clutch on to a chair to hold himself up. He couldn’t look her in the face. He’d ruined everything. He’d destroyed it.

“Erin, I-” he managed to force out, determined to say something at least. “I’m sorry,” he slurred. He’d only just gotten the words out and the world seemed to tilt violently, before he hit the floor and everything went black.

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With his cigarette still in his mouth Lex saw the door to Sorin's apartment open, seeing one of the people he was concerned about, Becca. Since the time they last saw each other she had changed her appearance, this made Lex even more frustrated with the events that happened on Lauren's memorial, believing that this sudden change was because of the emotional state she was in after everything that has happened to her. Several thoughts began to occupy his mind, including: if only he was there with her when she was attacked, if only he could've convinced her to stay with him to protect her, and if only those men would've followed his orders and no one else.

Lex shook those thoughts out of his mind, stubbing out his cigarette on his watch face and flicking it into a nearby trashcan, walking towards Becca and taking her hand as she invited him in. While she was guiding Lex around the apartment, noting everything of importance, he remained quiet as he tried to find anything or anyone that may be suspicious. With Becca being recently attacked he couldn't take any more chances, his hands lingering near his concealed weapon as he looked around, they all had targets on their back and he would target whoever was behind this.

When Becca spotted Sorin she made a remark on how drunk he was, something which didn't surprise Lex. "I mean... This is Sorin we're talking about. Nothing new about him drinking in excess." He chuckled lightly after saying that before noticing that Becca didn't seem to hear him as she was staring in Sorin's direction. Wanting to understand what was bothering her Lex looked in the direction she was and saw the officer who had questioned him.

Becca began to walk towards that officer and concerned for her and what she may do Lex followed after her, grabbing a drink as he did. When Becca began to question the officer, who was dressed in civilian attire which made Lex question whether or not he was here undercover or for another reason, Lex's phone alerted him of an incoming message. Looking down at his phone he saw that the message was from Pri, curious as to what she had messaged him, he opened the message and read it. When he had finished reading the message, Lex looked up to see Becca push the officer. As Becca looked towards Lex he felt her need for help, sighing and walking closer to the two. He began to talk to the officer, saying "Look, I don't know why you're here and I really do not care. I believe for everyone here we should just forget about everything that just took place..."

Before he could continue Lex was interrupted by Erin, who had just walked up to us, stating that she had invited the officer and that she could explain why. Considering how close the once were and that Erin could probably smooth the situation better than him, since she seemed to personally know the officer, Lex was willing to give her the chance she needed to explain everything to everyone. While rubbing his temple with his eyes closed, Lex said to Erin, "Alright... you should probably start talking before anything else..."

Before he could finish talking Lex was interrupted by Erin. Just before Erin could call Becca a bitch the sound of someone being slapped could be heard all over the apartment. Alarmed Lex opened his eyes to see that Becca had just slapped Erin before being held back from doing anything further by Nate, who exclaimed how Erin better have 'a hell of' an explanation. Sorin, in his drunken stupor, began to say his piece before he began to hesitate between statements. Apparently whatever he was trying to say was hard for him to reveal to everyone here but Erin seemed to know what he was getting at, how close the two have been this wasn't a surprise.

After all of this had gone down Pri must've arrived as Lex saw her smiling at him. Seeing her arrive made the accumulating tension in Lex's mind slightly release, if anyone could help him better control this situation it would be her. Lex walked towards her, giving the drink he had grabbed earlier to Pri, before he whispered to her, "Here's that drink you wanted... You sure picked one hell of a time to arrive." Lex laughed a little, putting an arm around her shoulder and walking towards the main group before continuing. "Hopefully things will calm down now that we're here together... but I'm guessing that's unlikely."

By the time Lex and Pri had walked back towards the group they could hear Erin talking to the officer, calling him Kyle. It was at this moment that everything Erin was talking about began to click in Lex's mind. The officer who was investigating the group had been Erin's brother Kyle and he was here at the party for personal reasons, most likely because he was invited by Erin. Lex began to sigh as he thought that this misunderstanding could've all been avoided if Erin had just messaged everyone beforehand but he couldn't really be upset with her because she didn't have to. She didn't have any obligations towards any of them to reveal anything.

Erin, now frustrated and no longer capable of restraining herself, started to cuss out Sorin and began to express, in part, things that were bothering her. Lex could feel her pain as she expressed herself and everything she went through. When she mentioned about the situation with him and Pri, Lex couldn't help but feel the emotions he felt during that time. As Erin continued to vent Lex saw the tears begin to form in her eyes before they began to fall.

When she had finished and had told Sorin 'to go fuck' himself, Lex looked towards Sor who had approached Erin before being pushed back by her. Lex noticed there was something a little strange as Sor began to stumble back and clutch to a chair. Concerned for Sor, despite everything they went through, Lex let go of Pri and began to walk towards Sor. As soon as Sor's apology to Erin came out of his mouth he collapsed, hitting the floor with a loud thud.

Lex rushed towards Sor but was unable to grab him before he hit the floor. Kneeling down next to the unconscious Sor, Lex laid the back of his hand across Sor's head checking his temperature and was confused when Sor's skin was cold and clammy. Not wanting to panic right away Lex placed his index and middle finger next to Sor's windpipe, where the carotid artery should be located, while watching his watch as Lex attempted to take note of Sor's pulse. Lex had a hard time doing this as Sor's pulse was very weak but when he finally got a grasp of it he noticed how fast it was. It was also at this moment that he noticed Sor's lips turn blue.

"Fuck..." Lex exclaimed as he looked down at his phone, thinking about what he should do. Something was wrong with Sor and if Lex's fears were right it was most likely what had happened to Lauren. Of course this could be an overreaction on Lex's part but with Sor unconscious he didn't feel like he could take any chances. He thought about how fast an ambulance could get here and back and decided that it would be too slow. Lex decided that he would call his men up to help, messaging the two patrolling the building to come up, while trying to formulate a plan with those here with him.

"Look... everyone shut the fuck up and listen to me!" Lex shouted, loud enough for everyone in the apartment to hear him, while standing up. "Something is wrong with Sor, most likely a heart problem from what I've checked but I'm not a medical professional. If anyone here is can you please take a look at him... I would rather not act before knowing what's wrong but if no one can help in this aspect I plan on taking him to the nearest hospital as soon as possible." While looking over the crowd he started to think about what else he could do to make sure that he was as prepared to address this issue as possible, not noticing if anyone did check Sor.

Lex looked over towards Erin and Kyle, saying"I know you've gone through a lot, we all have, and we all have a lot of things that is bothering us and tearing us down. We all lost someone who was once close to us and I doubt that any of us wants to lose someone else... Say I'm overreacting or whatever the hell else you want but if I'm the one concerned for this fucking asshole then there probably is something fucking wrong... We can all continue talking out our shit later but what matters right now, this very fucking moment, is Sor."

After saying that Lex looked directly at Kyle, saying, "If no one here is capable of reversing whatever is happening to Sor, I need to know if you have a police cruiser, or sirens, anything we can use so we can transport Sor to the hospital as quickly as possible. I've got my ride downstairs in that instance we don't and can take Sor as well as our group there... and I have some men coming upstairs to help us, if needed." Lex's mind was running at a thousand miles and hour trying to think of anything else he could personally do to help but the stress was starting to get to him, he began to feel lightheaded.

Lex stumbled a bit before regaining his composure, grabbing a glass of alcohol nearby and chugging it, trying to calm himself. Now looking at Nate, who was still holding Becca, he said, "You can probably let go of her now..." With his mind still racing Lex looked towards Pri with a look that tried to convey what he was thinking. He was thinking if there was anything else that they could do and if there was anyone who could answer Lex it would be Pri. Pri was his closest friend and with everything going on he knew that he hadn't been as supportive to her as he could be. After this he knew that he needed to be there for her, and he needed to be there more for everyone, despite what they've all gone through, as well as Becca.

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Nate couldn’t help but roll his eyes when Erin went off on Soren. This was hardly the time or place to air past grievances, but Erin was still taking the opportunity. A lot had gone on between them, between all of them, but right now they probably all needed to just calm down and talk like adults. The whole dynamic of the group had changed since everything went on between Lauren and Soren, and it seemed that some of the emotions were finally rearing an ugly head.

He hardly even noticed Khepri arrive, but by now he was starting to consider that maybe moving with her hadn’t been such a bad idea, after all. All of this drama was exhausting, and he while he felt it was easily avoidable, he also knew that, for the most place, it wasn’t his place to butt in with his own opinions, beyond that a physical fight was a very bad idea.

When Soren hit the floor, he froze, still holding on to Becca as if to hold her back, but his grip was loose, and really he felt more like she was anchoring him than he was holding her back. He knew something was wrong, and he’d known it the moment Soren had greeted him. And now this happened. Nate felt, in his gut, that he’d only managed to make things worse. They should have sat down, or Nate should have paid closer attention. As Lex spoke, Nate shook his head. He was right. Of course he was.

Nate started racking his brain for everything that had happened since he’d arrived. He’d been with Soren, and he felt guilty for not being more attentive. He started thinking off all Soren’s behavior, everything he knew about the man. He knew what this looked like, he’d seen it plenty of times before. But he didn’t think Soren would be taking anything at a dinner party, he didn’t seem like the type. Then again, Nate was quickly coming to the conclusion that he’d never really known any of his friends very well in the first place.. Nate finally let go of Rebecca’s arms when Lex spoke to him. He’d honestly forgotten he was still holding on to her. His heart was pounding in his chest, accompanied by a terrifyingly familiar ache. He didn’t want to lose someone else, not now. Not so soon. Not like this.

“How much has he had to drink?” He mused, thinking out loud. Something wasn’t adding up, then he thought he remembered something from when he’d first arrived. He looked towards the kitchen and spotted the familiar bright orange plastic of a prescription bottle, then looked at Becca, “Soren’s on medication?” He asked her because she was right there, and because she’d already been there when he arrived. He didn’t really need an answer, though, or specifics.

Shit. He hadn’t wanted to be right, but now he thought he was. “He’s overdosing.” He said it aloud, loud enough for everyone to hear. He’d sounded so sure of himself, but then he shook his head, confidence seeming to leave his eyes, “I mean, I’m no expert, but… But this is…” He looked to Erin, as if asking her for help, or to back him up. He didn't know what to do next, but he knew that this could go from bad to worse very quickly. He and Soren had never been particularly close, but Nate still thought of him as a friend, and he didn't want to see anything happen to any of his friends.

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