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Peter Stone x Reader - Extra

“I missed you so much.” 

Your hands ran over the top of your desk. You smiled, despite the heavy paperwork load, you couldn’t have been happier. Liv stood watching you get settled in.

“I can’t say I see this often, an officer glad to have paperwork.”

“Crazy.” Fin called from his table. 

“Trust me, if you were stuck home for months you’d feel the same.” You were glad to be back. You just needed to prove to yourself that you could still do the job. “So has anything happened since I was gone?”

“Not much, but I think there’s something going on with Stone.” you straightened. 

“Really?” He seemed fine, you’d talk to him just last night. You didn’t pick up on anything out of the ordinary. The fact that Rollins did made you worry. 

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s gotten a little girlfriend.There’s just an air about him.” you flushed when her eyes zeroed in on you. 

“Do you know anything about that?” You knew it, Rollins figured it out. The other guys were pretty much oblivious but Rollins, she was good at noticing things like that. Hell maybe Olivia knew too and just didn’t say it. 

“If he did, don’t you think we would know, the guy practically lives here.” Carisi was right. Peter was very dedicated, you were fortunate that Carisi didn’t put it together. You and Peter didn’t exactly tell them about your relationship. It was still pretty new, and you didn’t want everyone in on your personal life just yet. You also haven’t really discussed it with Peter. 

You weren’t sure if he would be comfortable with others knowing. You were going to have to bring it up the next time you talked with him. Peter walked in just then, briefcase in his hand and phone out. His head raised when he was at the center of the room. You weren’t sure if it was instinct, but his eyes gravitated to you. 

You tried your hardest not to make it obvious, so you kept a straight face while looking at him. 

“Good morning.” He greeted. “(Y/N), I have a few documents that you need to sign off on since you were the arresting officer.” you nodded. “Sure.” you replied, following him in the direction of his office. Rollins marked you with a smirk. 

He opened the door for you, and you stepped in with a smile. You could hear the door shut on entry. “So where are these..” you turned to ask about the documents, but the look on Peter’s face brought redness to your cheeks. He tossed his case unto the leather couch, stalking over to you. 

“S-Stone..” 

You backed up, legs hitting the front of his desk. Your hands reached to keep you from knocking anything over. He grinned, enjoying the way you visibly squirmed under his gaze. 

“I thought I told you to call me Peter..” you gulped, his low tone not something you were expecting so early into the day. “W-We’re at work.” you tried to reason. He leaned in, breath mingling with yours. As much as you were trying to resist, you didn’t pull away. He stayed there, just a hairline away. Your eyelids lowered, entranced by the look he wore. 

“S-Someone might see..” you muttered. You were surprised you could still speak. Was it just you or did it feel warmer. “So what if they do.” he leaned in before you could make any more objections. A slight gasp fell from your lips, captured by his. His kiss was demanding, you couldn’t understand why because you’d seen him just last night. 

The way he was kissing you, you could have sworn the both of you hadn’t seen each other for years. Your hands immediately went around his neck, pushing off the desk and pressing into him. He groaned, hands finding purchase around your small frame. All you could process was the pounding of your heart, the warmth of his fingers slipping under your suit jacket. His thumbs pressed to your hips, gliding to the skin beneath your dress shirt. 

The contact produced a soft moan from you. Peter welcomed it, his body responding similarly when your fingers tugged at his short hair. The kiss that lasted merely minutes felt like hours. You pulled back to regain your breath, and Peter took the opportunity to plant kisses at the base of your neck. 

Your hands traveled to his back, you were now gripping at his suit, trying to keep in any other sounds that could slip out. You knew you should have stopped, and you were in there for a while now. Rollins would definitely realize what took place. She was probably already constructing ideas. 

Another moan slipped out when his lips touched a certain spot. “Locking that in my memory for future reference.”he muttered against your skin. You pulled out of his arms with a blush, trying to fix yourself. Peter looked at you, a smirk on his lips. “I-I have to get back to work!” you scolded. You would think he was more level headed being a district attorney. The more you got to know him, the more he surprised you. 

Everyone thought Peter was this uptight, by the books guy. But behind closed doors, he was playful, cheeky and most importantly very very affectionate. Before you got together the touches were completely platonic. He was a friend trying to help another get over a heartbreak. But since you got together, he’d take any opportunity to hold you in his arms. It was like he was constantly starved of your touch, not that you were complaining. 

“Wait..yes! Yes I’m complaining! We need to be professional!” 

“Alright, I guess I have no choice but to let you go, Detective.” you scowled at how seductively he said that last part. “J-Just get me the paperwork.” He really was a handful, if you told anyone about this side of him, they probably wouldn’t believe you.” He turned, grabbing the papers off his desk, handing it to you. You took it, keeping at a distance in case he tried anything. He noticed, smiling at you. “Don’t worry, I’ll try to restrain myself for the rest of the day.”

“Good! Otherwise I’ll, I-I’ll report you!”you threatened weakly. His eyes sparked at the threat, taking slow steps closer to you. “Or you could just arrest me right now, I promise I won’t resist..” your eyes widened. “Shit! I gotta get outta here or I’ll pass out!” you rushed to the door, opening it and basically sprinting down the hallway. Peter watched, pleased with your flustered reaction. 

~~~

“My heart can’t take much more of this.” You were sure of it. Peter didn’t care if everyone in New York knew about your relationship. He was teasing you all day. You sighed, just going through the events of the day. The little stunt he pulled in the elevator, pressing a kiss to the back of your ear. You were grateful the both of you were at the back. And the occupants in the small space seemed none the wiser. You almost shrieked when he pinned you to the wall in the kitchen. 

The rest of the team were at their desk, so they didn’t see, but they could have walked by at any time. The only attack that was completely unplanned was when he dropped his pen during Liv’s briefing on a case. His back was facing you, so when he leaned over your throat went completely dry at the way his butt strained against the material of his slacks. He straightened, and you ran out of the room to get some water to quench your sudden thirst. 

You were exhausted by the end of the day. Both by the case and his antics. 

Olivia was leaving, probably trying to get home to her son. She smiled, bidding you goodbye on her way out. You waved to her, twirling your chair around. Just as you did, Peter came from around the corner. He spotted you, a smile immediately breaking out on his face. 

“(Y/N), maybe you should turn in for the night, here, let me give you a drive home. It’s your first day back after all, you shouldn’t push it. “

To Fin and Carisi, it must have just sounded like a concerned coworker. You knew better. He wanted another chance to make you as red as a cherry. You stood reluctantly. You’d rather him drop you home over stepping out into the cold and waiting for a cab. You pocketed your phone. 

“See you guys tomorrow.” you said.

“Yeah, get some rest.” Fin advised. You were glad Rollins wasn’t there to make any suggestive comments. 

“After you.” Peter gestured. You squinted at him suspiciously, walking as he followed behind. Carisi watched the both of you leave. “Hey Fin, do you think maybe Stone and (Y/N) are..”

Fin laughed. “Like hell, she hates the guy.” Carisi knew that, but still. He shook it off. 

“Yeah, you’re right.”

~~

“Were you trying to give me heart palpitations today.” Peter chuckled, stepping into his apartment. You walked in, going to the fridge for a drink. You grabbed a bottle of water, drinking it down. Peter kicked off his shoes, slackening his tie. He was rolling up his sleeves. 

Your eyes were stuck on him, lowering the bottle from your lips. When he spotted you staring you averted your gaze, moving to place it on the table. You didn’t even hear him walk up to you. But one second he was across the room the next, he was directly behind you. His hands were on either side of your hips, pressing into the table lightly. Your breath staggered. He wasn’t even really touching you. You could feel his breath on your neck. 

“Stone..” you warned. He grinned. “What do I have to do to get you to call me Peter. I think we should at least be on a first name basis by now..” you bit your lip when he closed the distance, now fully leaning into you. You could feel him, all of him pressed to you. His arms circled your body. You tried your hardest not to respond. He must have figured it out. Cause his hands were slowly trailing up your body. 

“Let’s see how long you can give me the silent treatment. “ His hands didn’t venture under your clothes, he didn’t need to because you felt everything. His fingers slipped past your waist, up your abdomen, to your bust. Your breathing increased, and his palms covered your breasts, cupping them into his large hands. You forced yourself not to make a sound, you weren’t gonna be the first to cave. 

Peter was impressed at your control, he could see you worrying your lip between your teeth. You whimpered, legs trembling when he gave them a gentle squeeze. His hips bucked at the sound and you gasped, hands coming down to level yourself against the table. “You’re torturing me (Y/N)..” he whispered into your ear. You glared at him over your shoulder. He had some nerve. He was the one currently trapping you in a torturous position. He smiled at your look. 

“Do you know how many times I wanted to kiss you today, It’s so hard to focus on my job when you’re everywhere I go. It’s your fault I can’t concentrate. If anyone is suffering from heart palpitations it’s me.” 

“T-That’s not my fault!” you defended. He tsked, now massaging your breast. You cried out, closing your eyes as you dug your fingers into the table. “But it is, it’s your fault for being so beautiful. How do I do my job when you're just a few meters away. “ your entire body was quivering now, and Peter still wouldn’t let up. It was literally driving you mad. 

“I-I don’t k-know but you better figure it out!!” you’d always been a stubborn person. 

This was probably the most turned on you’ve been, and all your clothes were still on. But Peter didn’t need to know that. You liked to pretend you didn’t like his advances, and he’d just keep coming. The both of you were complete opposites. Maybe that’s why you worked so well. He stepped back, releasing you all together. You let out a breath, turning to stare at him in confusion.

“You must be exhausted too, you can have the guest room tonight.” he went about talking like he didn’t just get you all hot and bothered and was now retreating. He walked off, removing his clothes. You ran after him annoyed. He really was going to make you work for it. When you got to his bedroom he’d already taken off his shirt. He glanced at you indifferently and you scowled. A smirk slowly rose to his lips, hands moving to unbuckle his belt. He slipped it out of his pants, dropping it to the floor. 

“Something wrong Detective?” you groaned, practically pouncing on him. He grinned, reaching for both of your thighs as he lifted you off the ground, your legs automatically locking around his hips. Your kisses were hungry and sloppy, both trying to taste as much as you could of the other. He walked over to the bed, lowering you to the mattress. You bounced slightly, still pawing at his body. He laughed. “Someone’s...pent..up.” he said between kisses. 

“Shut up and kiss me!” you growled. He obliged happily, taking you to heaven and back.

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Peter Stone x Reader Chapter 5-Final

"That was awesome, I can't wait to boast to all my friends. My sister is going to be so jealous." When the day came to an end, you found yourself on your way back home. Peter pulled up to your apartment. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." He was genuinely relieved when you were actually having fun. He was so terrified that you'd be scared every time the gun went off. And he knew how stubborn you were, so you'd never admit it. But as the day carried on you looked like you were fine.

He enjoyed the afternoon as well. Especially the opportunity to hold your hand.

"Hey, come in, let me get you something to drink. It's the least I can do." Peter accepted the offer, stepping out of his car as you did. Both heading to your apartment. When you got to the door you pulled out your keys, opening the door. You walked in, Peter not far behind. He closed the door behind him and you shuffled over to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home." you called over your shoulder. He leaned against the back of the couch, crossing his legs and folding his arms, watching your many picture frames. When you walked back in you smirked.

"You don't have to look so official Counselor." you were just teasing.

"Maybe he just can't help it." you handed him the bottle of coke, which he took gratefully. He popped the cork open, sipping from it. You sat with him against the couch, just watching the way his adams apple bobbed when he swallowed. You forced yourself to look away, not wanting to be caught ogling.

"I know I said this already but thank you. This was really generous." He stopped drinking, licking his lips, corking the bottle. He placed it on the couch. "It wasn't a problem. My friend is almost obsessed as you are. He was delighted to give me the tickets. He said I was finally coming to my senses and joining the real world of sport. "

"He's right." you laughed. The atmosphere around you settled, just enjoying his presence.

"Perhaps next time I can take you on a proper date." your heart skipped at his words. You blinked, wondering if he'd really just said that. He was just watching you expectantly.

"A..A date!" you sputtered. He took pleasure in staring at the flush that overcame your cheeks. He turned his body to you, and your breath hitched when his palm came up to rest on your cheek. "I've been out of the game for a while, but I believe I was being very forward about my feelings for you."

"Feelings!!" you thought. There were times where you thought he was flirting, but you chalked it up to Peter just being himself. He was a natural charmer, so you never took his advances or comments seriously. Your stunned expression must have been amusing to him. He leaned in closer, and you weren't sure if you were breathing anymore. His body was easily towering yours. Up close you could tell just how tall he was, how broad his shoulders were.

"I hope I wasn't misreading this." he stated cheekily. You blushed, his scent invading your senses in the most amazing way. You couldn't move, just stare at him. You could see everything, the longing behind his eyes.

"Stone I.."

"Peter." he corrected. You swallowed.

"Peter we.." your words trailed off when his gaze moved to your lips. You bit down on it, completely forgetting what you were going to say.

"I know you're still recovering (Y/N), physically and emotionally. But I have no problem waiting until you're ready. I'd just like you to consider it. Consider us." You weren't sure what to say. "That being said, I think I'd be more than a little jealous if I happen to catch you flirting with anyone but me." he was joking, but you could spot the truth behind his words.

His hand was still on your cheek, the warmth of his palm travelling through your body. He was so straightforward, it was a bit disarming. You weren't used to it. After Barba you did go on a few dates. Rollins said it would help get your mind off of him, help you move on. None of those dates worked out though. You felt like you couldn't be yourself with any of them. The only guy you ever truthfully voice your thoughts to was..Peter.

His thumb stroked your cheek, bringing you back to earth. Your eyes lifted, meeting his alluring green ones. You didn't know who moved first, but you were inching closer and closer to each other.

Peter dipped his head, lips meeting yours in a slow fashion. His other hand moved to the back of your neck, pulling you closer. Your hands reached out, grabbing the material at the front of his shirt. His hands started travelling, one locking around your waist and the other pressing to the small of your back.

Your fingers finally flattened against him, appreciating the feel of his firm chest underneath.

Peter didn't try to go any further, he was kissing you so softly, lovingly. You were positive this was the most tender anyone had ever been with you. You leaned your body into him and Peter released a soft groan. You smiled into the kiss, hands reaching up into his short dark hair. A few more seconds of sweet kisses and he pulled back, partially breathless. You were somewhat the same. The both of you were grinning at each other. 

"That was nice, not bad Counselor."

"What can I say, I aim to please." His reply made you smile. His hands were still on your body, and the feel of his fingers running over your spine made you shiver pleasantly. He noticed, pulling you into a hug.

"Is that a yes to my proposal?" you sighed, enjoying the safe feeling his arms brought you.

"Yeah.." you muttered, a bit distracted with the way his hand was still running along your spine. You weren't certain how long you stood there in his arms, but you didn't really care. For the first time in months you felt sure about something. And that was all you needed at the moment.

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Peter Stone x Reader- Chapter 4

“I’m okay. In a few days I should be cleared for duty.” You were chatting on the phone with Rollins. “Okay, just checking to make sure you’re all good for your date today.” you sighed, regretting ever telling her about the race with Peter. “For the last time it’s not a date. We’re just two friends going to a stadium to watch a race. Completely platonic.”

“Mhmm. I’m a bit jealous though. He looks so good in his suits, I wouldn’t mind seeing him in casual clothing.” 

“Goodbye Amanda.” she giggled. “Alright, have fun!” you ended the call with a smile. Your eyes shifted back to the mirror. You were getting ready. The race started at ten am, so Peter said he’d pick you up around 8:30 since it was an hour drive. That way you’d get there with time to spare. 

You were looking for a top. When you crossed your room you caught yourself in the mirror. You froze, looking down at your stomach. The bullet wound had already started to scar. Your eyes watched it for a few more seconds before turning to put on your clothes. You just grabbed a regular nike t-shirt with a pair of dark jeans. You pulled your hair up in a bun. When you were done with your hair, you moved to grab a pair of sneakers. 

You grabbed the first ones you saw, and that's when you heard the doorbell ring. Your eyebrows raised, looking at your watch. You walked to the door, opening it. Peter smiled, stepping inside. “Am I early?” he looked at the shoes in your hand. “ A little.” you grinned. You could have been imagining it, but he seemed nervous. Your eyes admired his outfit. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt with a pair of dark jeans. The shirt fit him a bit snugly. Not overly tight, but just enough that you had an idea of how built he was. 

“Can I get you anything, a glass of water?’

“No I’m fine.” you nod, moving to a chair to slip on your shoes. “I’m surprised you could fit this in. I forgot you’re still on the clock. I’m the one taking a mini vacation.”

“It’s fine. Olivia assured me that she’d call immediately if anything came up. So technically I’m still on the clock.” That made you feel a little better. You didn’t exactly want him running off in the middle of a race, but you also knew that someone could need him more than you did at the moment. 

“That’s good. I hope that nothing comes up though. “ when you were done tying your shoelaces you stood fully. Peter’s eyes strayed for a second over your form. He didn’t get to see you dressed so casually often. When he realized he was staring he averted his gaze. 

“We should probably get going.” you agreed, grabbing your keys on the way out. 

~~~~

As you got to the stadium you handed off the tickets, practically running into the Stadium. Peter was behind, trying not to laugh at how eager you were to get in. The both of you took your seats, waiting patiently for the events to start. 

“So explain this to me, I’m not much of a track lover.” You were happy to fill him in. 

“Well, they have these events every year. The first one is the eight hundred meter run. John Wesley is the record holder. After that it’s going to be a variety of different distances on the track from people who have records in the Olympics, basically track stars.”

“So that’s why the tickets are so expensive.” you nod enthusiastically. “Worth the money though.” Your eyes moved to where some of the runners were warming up. 

“When I was in college I wanted to run in the Olympics. I got a scholarship in Track. “

“I wasn’t aware.” 

“Yeah, I guess I don’t talk about it that much. It isn’t some sad story like I got injured or anything. I met this guy in a seminar. He was a speaker for students applying to the police academy. At first I just ignored it, but then he started talking about some of the crimes he’d experience in his life. After that I couldn���t stop listening. “ 

Peter could see the passion as you spoke, it was clear in your eyes. 

“The next semester I changed my courses to crime based. When I graduated in the fall, I applied at the academy. That’s where I got to meet Cragen. “ 

The memory of the male was forever engraved in your brain. “They had representatives from each unit so the graduates could see which area they best fit in. I don’t know what it was, but something about Cragen made me want to work for him. When I actually started, it was a lot different from what I expected. “

“What did you expect?” You snickered at his question.

“Let’s just say I watched way too much crime television series.” Peter started laughing, and you were sure it was the most purest thing you’d ever heard. You giggled along with him. He leaned over, resting his hand on your thigh to keep himself upright in his laughing fit. You knew it was an innocent action, but it felt strangely nice. You sort of hoped he'd just leave his hand there. He finally straightened, to your displeasure moving his hand away. 

“You can laugh all you want, some of them are really good. And I don’t know why but they always make the characters so hot!” you exclaimed. He smiled at you. 

“I have a feeling you watch it just for the aesthetics.” you made a motion with your finger, pressing it to your lips. 

“Shhh, I don’t want anyone to find out.” 

“My lips are sealed. “ he assured. His eyes drifted when he saw someone pass with some drinks and a couple snacks. 

“Do you want anything?” 

“Ummm maybe just a coke, oh and gummy bears if they have any.” He raised a brow.

“What? Don’t judge me.” he raised his hands in a fake surrender. “Alright officer.” he spoke playfully, he stood, heading to one of the food booths. You weren’t sure why, but you found yourself looking at his figure as he got up. “Damn...has he always had such a nice butt..” you caught yourself, blushing at your own thoughts. 

“Crap! You work in sex crimes (Y/N), get a grip!!” 

Your eyes focused back on the track. “This is Amanda’s fault.” you thought begrudgingly. She really couldn’t help herself, she just had to put that weird thought in your head. 

“You’re in luck, they had the gummy bears.” Peter stepped back over taking a seat with your drink and snack. Also holding a drink for himself. “That was fast, I was sure there would be a line.” He shook his head, handing you the items. “It was relatively empty. People are still coming in.” He was right. The seats were slowly but surely filling up. 

You placed your drink in the cup holder by your hand, basically ripping open the pack of gummies. You dug in the bag, sticking a couple in your mouth. You turned when you felt eyes on you. Peter was looking at you with such a soft expression. Your cheeks darkened involuntarily. “Do you..want some?” you offered. 

“Sure.” his hand dipped in pulling out a few. He popped one into his mouth chewing. 

“Not bad.” he commented. You grinned. 

“So how is your recovery coming along. Olivia told me you should be returning next week.”

“Yeah I was cleared for duty, but I had to beg her. She said if I needed more time I could take it. But I really just want to get back to work. There’s only so much Netflix I can view. “ 

He could relate to your need to get back. He just hoped you were mentally ready to start back. Throughout your recovery, they all visited. He was at your apartment after work often, even though you insisted that you didn’t need a babysitter. You really had a hard time accepting help, but after a while you caved. You didn’t mind his company. The days would have been a lot more boring without him there, that was for sure. 

It took awhile, but the races looked like they were about to start. You were now thoroughly focused on the race. The starter raised his hand. “On your marks, set..” the capsule gun went off and you flinched. Your eyes closed and for a second you could see yourself, back on the floor at the court, bleeding out on the ground. 

Your hand moved to grip onto something, but you ended up knocking over your drink. The person next to you glared, almost getting splashed with the drink. You apologized, getting out of your seat. 

“I-I need to use the bathroom.” you hurried out of your seat, running up the stairs to get to the restrooms. You hoped Peter hadn’t been paying much attention, because you didn’t want him to get worried. Or ruin this day that he went out of his way to set up for you. 

When you got to the bathroom you entered, rushing to the sink. You splashed your face a couple times, letting out a staggering breath. You pressed your hands to your face, trying not to break down in the bathroom. “Get it together.” you slapped your face a couple times, inhaling and looking up at the mirror. You pulled out a few paper towels from nearby, wiping your face. When you were done you chugged it into the trash, moving to exit. 

When you pushed the door open you were shocked to see Peter standing out there waiting for you. 

“Stone..” he walked over, hands moving to your shoulders. “It’s alright (Y/N), you went through a traumatic event. No one is telling you to be alright. There’s nothing wrong with being afraid.” you had no idea how he knew, but he did. You closed your eyes, inhaling and exhaling. Peter rubbed your shoulders to help you relax. 

“If it's too much we can leave.”

“No, I’m fine. “You weren’t really, but the tickets were expensive, you didn’t want them to go to waste. Peter observed you, removing his hands.

“If you’re sure.”

“I am.” you turned to go back to your seat. When you got there you sat back down, so did Peter. You missed the first race, but the next one was starting. You schooled your features to look somewhat neutral. The starter prepared the runners again, and on reflex you tried to grip at the handle of your chair. You were surprised when Peter took your hand in his. Your eyes turned to him when he linked his fingers with yours. “I’m right here.” his words warmed your heart. 

You relaxed this time, and when the gun went off you didn’t react. You leaned back into the chair, comforted by Peter’s hold. The remainder of the day the both of you sat there, even cheering a couple times. At one point you glanced over at Peter, a smile on your face. 

“Thank you.” you mumbled. He didn’t respond, just squeezed your hand. 

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Peter Stone x Reader -Chapter 2

Weeks passed since your near meltdown. Peter turned out to be a very understanding friend. That night he got you home safely. Even tucked you into bed. Neither of you brought up what happened that night, and you were grateful he didn't tell Liv about it. You weren't too keen on her being aware of your little issue. No doubt she would have sent you to some therapist. You didn't want to talk to some stranger about your love life, or lack thereof.

You saw Peter in a new light. It made you feel terrible on how badly you treated him. He was a good guy, and your shortsighted actions made you blind to that for so long. The both of you were now on better ground at least. You still weren't best friends, but you greeted him and acknowledged him a lot more than you'd done previously.

You went back to that bar on more than one occasion. And often times you spotted Peter. He'd invite you to a drink, and you'd join him. You were glad you were more like acquaintances now, rather than enemies.

Today was like any other, working the case, getting the job done. This one hit a bit too close for Liv, you could tell it was affecting her. A kid had been molested, and then murdered. The guy accused of the crime, Jason Phillips, was the main suspect, but because of a hostile witness the case was starting to get a bit rocky. This was the last day of the trail. If they couldn't convince the jury that Jason was indeed guilty, it was very likely he would get away with it.

You sat through the trail, watching the parents. You could see the despair in their eyes. With the way this case was looking, the perp was going to get away. And nothing would torture Liv more than if she couldn't get this family justice. Peter was doing good, considering the circumstances. You listened to all the arguments, eyes staring down the guy responsible for all the pain. He had a look on his face. One that made you unsettled. Halfway through the investigation you were skeptical, but now, watching his reactions to the facts being stated about the boy, you could tell. You could see it in his eyes. He was getting off on the calamity.

The trail was wrapping up. You watched as the officer took the slip from the judge, passing it to the jury. The man took it, opening the slip of paper. "We find the defendant.." you held your breath, waiting for the verdict. "Not guilty." Murmurs and yells echoed, the judge trying to get the audience under control. The look on the boy's parents, it almost broke you. His mother was crying, clutching unto her husband. 

"Order! Clear the room!" the judge bellowed. Everyone started filing out, Jason shaking his lawyer's hand. You hated this. From the look on Stone's face you could tell he was fuming. "That monster is going to walk free." He was beating himself up, but you knew he did all he could. You walked in step with him, he moved to the parents to offer apologies. "Mr. and Mrs. Charles, I'm so sorry I couldn't keep my promise to get your son justice. " Mrs. Charles offered a sympathetic smile, but her husband just pushed passed him angrily. His wife trailed behind calling out to him. When you stepped out Jason was on the other side, chatting with his lawyer.

The boy's father was faced in his direction, and there was something in his eyes, something you'd seen too many times. Before you could react he pulled out a gun. "Nobody move!!" he yelled. You stepped in front of Peter, trying to resolve the scene with minimal casualties. Despite the warning a few people scrambled.

Jason backed into a wall, and Mr. Charles stalked over. "You think you could do that to my boy and get away with it! " The only thing separating him from Jason was you and Peter. You pushed Peter out of the way, drawing your gun. Mr. Charles stopped, but he had his weapon aimed in Jason's direction.

"Listen to me Mr. Charles, this isn't what your boy would have wanted. Think about him."

Jason was quivering in the wall, only a few meters away. If Jason so much as moved you were certain Mr. Charles would pull the trigger. Cops were now circled around him. You needed to talk him down. "Look at me, look at me not him." His hands were shaking, but the rage in his eyes, that was very real.

"You don't know what it's like, that boy, he was my life. He's all we had. How am I supposed to move on. I promised him! I PROMISED THAT BOY I WOULD ALWAYS PROTECT HIM AND I WASN'T THERE!!" you tensed when his finger moved closer to the trigger.

"Come on think about this, think about your wife. She's already lost her son. Do you think she can survive losing her husband too?" He wavered for a second. You could tell you were getting through to him. "Just put the gun down okay. Please don't ruin your life. " His hand tightened on the revolver. "He was my life." his hands steadied and you panicked.

"Mr. Charles don't-" two shots fired and you grunted at the bullet that ripped through your skin. Your body hit the ground harshly, and a number of other gunshots went off around you.

"(Y/N)!!" someone called out, but you couldn't tell who it was. A face came into your view and you turned your head, Mr. Charles was down. "Hey look at me you're fine, you'll be okay." your eyes refocused, head tilting and it took you awhile to realize the man hovering over you was Peter. He was pressing his jacket suit into your abdomen. "P..eter.." you mumbled.

"Don't talk just hold on, they're getting help. " Your vision was starting to get pretty hazy.

"Figures right.. As soon..as we start to get along.." you tried to laugh, but just that made you wince. Peter was wearing a strained smile. "When you recover from this you can make it up to me." If you recovered. You took in a shaky breath, reaching your hand up. Peter took it.

"D-Don't leave me me... please.." He shook his head. "I'm not going anywhere I'm right here for you just stay awake." you wanted to, you really did, but your eyelids felt so heavy. "I'm tired Peter.."

"No, No don't fall asleep just stay up, just a little longer." he was pleading, but you couldn't help it.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE THE PARAMEDICS!!!" Peter exploded. That was probably the first time you'd seen him so out of control. Everything was starting to fade out. Your eyes slowly closed, the last thing you made out was Peter's voice calling to you.