crisscross applesauce

okay, seriously, I have no idea why I chose this title... it just came into my head so I wrote it. LOL ------------------------------------------------------ crisscross applesauce

Closing the door behind him, Brian quietly undresses before sliding under the covers next to Justin. “Where did you go?” Justin asks groggily. “I had to talk to Carl,” Brian whispers softly, “Go back to sleep.” Rolling over to face his lover, Justin reaches out in the darkness; lightly touching Brian’s cheek along his fingertips. “Is he mad?” “About what?” Brian asks, his eyes already closing. “Molly and I lying so much at the hospital.” Brian shrugs, “He’ll get over it.” Justin is silent, and Brian thinks that maybe he’s fallen back to sleep, when suddenly he begins softly, “I don’t want anyone to get in trouble for helping us.” “You mean the pilot?” Brian asks. “Yeah.” Brian shrugs again, “Don’t worry about it. Carl has your statement. Let him do what he wants with it.” “You’re not disappointed?” Justin asks, biting his lower lip. When he had woken up alone, his first thought was that Brian was upset that he and Molly had lied through most of their police statement. Exhaling deeply, Brian pulls Justin into his arms, “Justin, that’s one of the stupidest things you’ve ever asked me. And trust me, you’ve said some really stupid things before.” Chuckling softly, Justin nuzzles against Brian’s chest, “You sooo love me.” “Ridiculously.” Kissing Justin’s head, he murmurs, “Now go to sleep.” Closing his eyes, Justin tightens his hold on Brian, ignoring the exaggerated groan from his lover. ****************************** The next morning, Molly, Justin and Brian head down to the hotel’s restaurant for breakfast. “Where’s Detective Hovarth?” Molly asks as she takes her seat. Brian skims the menu, “He had a meeting.” “In London?” Justin asks, perplexed. The waiter arrives and Brian immediately orders coffee. “Coffee for me as well,” Justin requests. “Orange juice for me,” Molly adds. Once the waiter leaves, Justin frowns at his partner. “What aren’t you telling me?” Brian continues looking at the menu, pretending to be engrossed in the descriptions, “Hm?” Justin arches his brow, “Don’t bullshit me, Brian. What’s Carl doing?” Putting down his menu, Brian squeezes the bridge of his nose. It was too early for a conversation. “He’s talking to those British officers to see if they were able to find out where Richard was taking you last night.” Molly bites her lower lip, “You mean to see if the guys who want to kill us are in London or not?” Brian nods, grateful that his coffee had just arrived. Thanking the server, he immediately pours sugar into it. “Carl will let us know what he finds out.” Justin looks down at his plate. He wasn’t hungry anymore. Molly looks out the window, her face pale. Swallowing hard, Justin looks up at his sister and forces a smile, “Don’t worry, Moll. We’re still safe here.” “And if we’re not?” She asks quietly. Justin shrugs, “I’ve always wanted to go to Italy.” Molly stares at him in disbelief. Avoiding Brian’s gaze, Justin smirks, “Or we can always go back to Loire Valley… I wouldn’t mind re-vamping the Dark Manor.” She slowly begins to smile and then shakes her head in amusement. Disaster averted, Justin slowly exhales before looking over at Brian. Brian’s expression is unable, and for once, Justin is grateful for that.