Love

Ty lets Libby nuzzle into him, glad for a moment that his face is hidden from view. The subject of his past usually didn't bother him... but it was only because he never thought about it anymore. He'd trained himself to leave it in the past and not look back. But he couldn't help it that having this happen to Libby brought back these memories... and they did hurt still.

Giving her a little smile back, he reaches to run his fingers through her hair, knowing that she was hurting both inside and out. "If you're a knight, I think we have a bigger problem to worry about here."

Laughing a little, his eyes twinkle, showing that he's teasing. "I'm not sure I look more attractive though... you look pretty good to me, shiners and all."

He scoots back on the couch a little bit to lounge in the corner on his back, and reaches out for her. "Come here," he prompts softly. Parking and unloading could wait.

Drawing her close, he lets her lie into him, wrapping his arms around her gently and offering his chest as a pillow. Kissing the top of her head, he closes his eyes, and leans his head back, weary from the day's events. Right now all he wanted to do was sit here and let the dust settle... and just be with Libby.


Con ambles back through TJY, a bit worn out from everything that had just happened. He was glad he'd been able to help out Libby, though he was still a little worried about her, and concerned for Ty too, who had taken on a lot by committing to helping her to this extreme. Though Con had to agree that it was the best decision to get Libby out of that house.

Tucking his keys in his pocket, he aims for his desk but stops, turns and looks over to where Jamie sat in her cubicle. He'd almost lost her once because of brutality... seeing other defenseless women get beat up now hit a little too close to home.

Instead of working again just yet, he goes to her cubicle instead, coming up behind her and bending low so he can drape his arms over her shoulders and kiss the top of her head. "I just wanted to say hi," he mentions quietly. "I love you so much."


"...but what's the point? I mean, he was there, and I was there and-"

"Alec!" Rick turns around, his eyes wide with annoyance. "You've been talking non-stop for the last fifteen minutes! Please... just... stop."

Alec quirks an eyebrow and looks at Rick, squinting a little as the image was just a little fuzzy. "You're a little uptight, Doc, don'tcha think? Hey, I need to make a phone call."

"Not on your life. You'd probably call the chief of police and tell him there was an elephant in here."

Alec smirks and waves him off. "Nawww... I just needa call..." He stops having to think. "Ryan. Yes. She doesn't know about this."

"And?"

"And and... and...." Alec scratches his head, a little frustrated with his lethargic, doped-up brain. "Um. I won't show up so... she needs to know."

"I'll call her if you give me her number."

"Five two six, three - no, that's Dave's."

"Who's Dave?"

"I have no idea. But Reese has her number."

Rick rolls his eyes. "I don't know why I do this for you." A few minutes later, he's on the phone, leaving a voicemail. "Yeah, this is Rick over at the Elite. Alec got in a scrape with a dog and he's gimping around here on one leg at the moment. Apparently he was supposed to see you tonight and he won't be able to get out and about until tomorrow probably. You can drop on by if you want, though come prepared - he seems to have lost part of his mind to the pain medication I gave him."

Alec snickers in the background.