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Believing her

All the alarms in his head went off the moment she told him Maggie was lying. It worried and scared him equally. He didn’t want to believe it, he couldn’t believe she had hurt herself so bad just to get closer to him. It didn’t make sense, what reasons could she have to do that? Get back with him? Why? It had been too much time.

However, Lizbeth was great at reading people and something inside of him was telling him that there was something weird about Maggie’s story as well.

After waking up from the shortest night in history, he went into the shower to relax the tension still wrapping around his body. When he was done, knowing Jim was working that weekend, he dressed and went to the police station.

Being a fireman gave him some benefits few people had, and that was having friends in the police department and healthcare teams.

Sawyer felt horribly guilty for the discussion they had the day before and wanted to apologize to Lizbeth before going to work that night. He couldn’t live being in bad terms with her. Whatever they said, they said it in the heat of the argument. People talked shit when they were angry but he loved her more than his life and needed to do things the right way.

“Hey, Jim!” He greeted him as he entered the station. He was at the front desk, talking with the receptionist and a couple of officers.

“Hey, man! How are you?” He shook his hand and gave him one of those hugs with one arm, patting his back. “It’s been a while!”

“I’m good, thanks…”

“Guys, this is my friend Sawyer. He’s with the fire department.”

“Hi!” The receptionist nodded.

“Hello.” Both officers slightly bowed their heads.

“Sawyer these are Janice, officer Black and Smith,” he told him pointing at them.

“Nice to meet you,” he gave them a small smile. “I’m sorry for interrupting but Jim, can we talk?”

Jim immediately tensed, looking over his shoulder suspiciously. “Sure, come with me,” he motioned him to get inside his office. “Janice, if anyone comes looking for me unless it is a matter of life or death, don’t bother me, okay?”

“Sure, captain Kook.”


Jim closed the door behind Sawyer, then walked around his table and sat on his chair. “Take a seat.” He gestured towards one of the chairs in front of him.

“Jim... I need to ask you for a favor. Off the record.”

“Is it about Maggie’s case?” he asked in a low voice. Sawyer nodded. “What is it?”

“Is it legitimate?”

“You have any suspicions of it not being legit?” He rested his elbows on the desk and intertwined his fingers, staring straight at him.

“I don’t know… The man you have caught is Liz ex’... She’s so sure of him being innocent... I don’t know what to think anymore,” he sighed, defeated.

“This is off the record, okay? So please, don’t do anything reckless after I tell you. It’s still an open case, but… Personally, I think something’s wrong about all this, yeah,” he admitted.

“Are you serious?” he asked, with his heart hammering in his chest. “I mean, she’s badly injured…” Sawyer trailed off.

“I know, and that’s all real but… These are just my thoughts, okay? I’m not making any assumptions until the investigation is closed, but the wounds seem odd,” he confessed.

“Meaning?” Sawyer started to see a light at the end of the tunnel.

“Well… ” Jim averted his eyes for a second as he thought how to put it into words. Then, looked at him again. “The lesions that tell us she was raped could be from extremely rough intercourse… It’s hard to tell at the moment.”

“And the bruises?”

“The ones in her wrists could be from being tied.”

“She told us he tied her.”

“Yeah, but was she forced?” Jim stared at him. “They still have to put all the pieces together.”

He started to feel nervous, his friend, a police officer, was confirming their suspicions, but he still didn’t understand why she could be doing all that. He rubbed his sweaty palms together. “But why would she blame this guy then?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out because it makes no sense. He has a good reputation, a respectable citizen, and comes from an important family. Dude, the guy makes huge donations to charities!”

“Yeah… That I’ve heard,” he said with venom slipping with every word. He seemed like a good guy on the paper, and that made him dislike him even more.

“The thing is… They still haven’t made it official in the report but… I think that guy is innocent.”

“How so?”

“Most of her injuries, the cut on her lip and the marks on her neck, tell us the attacker was right-handed, but Mr. Rogers... He’s left-handed.” Hearing Jim say that twisted his guts in a disgusting way.

“Shit. Fucking bitch…” Sawyer grunted, getting up only to wander around in Jim’s office like a lion in a cage. “I have no idea why she’s doing all this, but Lizbeth and I had a huge argument last night about it, and God! I hate her so damn much right now! She made my life miserable years ago, why is she doing this again? Fuck!” He ran a hand through his hair.

“I have no idea… But we’ll find out soon enough, don’t worry about it,” Jim reassured him.

“Thank you, man,” Sawyer said as he walked to him to hug him.

“No problem.” He smiled.

“Well, I’ll leave you so you can do some real work,” Sawyer chuckled. “By the way, you should come over one of these days, okay?”

“Sure.” He nodded. “Now go back to your woman,” he said with a wink.

“Yeah…” Sawyer slightly laughed. “Bye, Jim! And thank you!”

It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Lizbeth, but he needed proof about Maggie actually lying about what happened, and he had finally got it from a more than truthful source.

He ran to his car, determined to talk to Lizbeth about what he just found out, but when he finally got home he noticed she wasn’t there. Fuck!

He called her, but she didn’t pick up, so he decided to text her. He didn’t want to waste any more time, he needed to let her know he was on her side. He always would be.

Sawyer: Babe, we need to talk I might have evidence of Nick’s innocence

She didn’t answer and he got a bit nervous, but he couldn’t do anything about it. He ruffled his hair and got into his apartment.

His day was nothing out of the ordinary, he had lunch alone and then went to take Noah for a long walk before going to work. He hated working the night shift, but he hated it even more when it was on a Sunday because all he wanted to do those days was to snuggle beside his woman and kids.

Lizbeth: Hey! How did you get that info?

Sawyer: I talked with Jim

Lizbeth: Is he allowed to talk about it?

Sawyer: Not really, but he said enough for us to help Nick

Lizbeth: Are you sure?

Sawyer: Yeah. Not letting her destroy someone else’s life or our relationship

Lizbeth: Thank you, Sawyer. That means a lot to me

Sawyer: No prob. Where are you btw? I so fucking need you right now

Lizbeth: I’m with Emma. Think will be back in an hour

Sawyer: I’m leaving for work in half an hour...

Lizbeth: I didn’t realize it was so late! Sorry… See you tomorrow?

Sawyer: Of course, Kitten.

Lizbeth: Can’t wait to see you… I’m so sorry about what happened...

Sawyer: Me too, but don’t worry about it anymore. I love you, bb

Lizbeth: I love you too

After talking with her, even if it was through messages, he calmed down. Knowing they would work out through the discussion eased him.

He still felt worried about why Maggie was doing all that, concerned about an innocent man in jail, facing the possibility of several years in prison if the police didn’t do a good job, but after feeling lost and suffocating since all that started, he finally could breathe again.

When he came back from a twelve hours shift, he was more than ready to hit the bed, but as he reached his door he noticed Lizbeth’s was open. His blood boiled instantly inside his veins, worried that something could have happened to her.

He sneaked inside her apartment, dropping his bag at the entrance beside hers, and called her name, “Liz? Are you here?” He slowly moved forward. “Babe?”

Suddenly, some noise coming from the bathroom caught his ears. He silently walked towards the weird sounds, only to find Lizbeth kneeling in front of the toilet, throwing up. “Fuck, Kitten…” he muttered as he moved closer to her, crouching beside her.

She had her hair swept to one side and her head ducked. He didn’t give it a second thought and ran his hands through her mane, holding it in a ponytail as he rubbed her back with his free hand.

“Sawyer, please… Leave,” she begged. “This is so disgusting.” She vomited again.

“The fuck I’m leaving!” he spat. “What kind of man would I be?” He rolled his eyes. He was used to worse things at work and she needed him, so there was no way he was leaving her alone.

“Thank you…” she said with a quivering voice.

She stayed there for another ten minutes. When she finally stopped puking her guts out, she flushed the toilet and they both sat on the floor.

He slightly opened his legs and she crawled in between, hugging him. “You feeling better?” he asked as he caressed her hair from roots to ends, curling up her locks in his fingers.

“Yeah…” she breathed. “I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” she tiredly laughed.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve been like this since yesterday…” She sighed as she closed her eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me anything?” He kissed the top of her head as he tightened the arm around her shoulders.


“How many times do I have to tell you that that is not even an answer?” He chuckled.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged, giggling. “I think it’s just the stress caused by all this situation. My nerves are always caught in my stomach.”

“Okay… Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Not really, but thanks.” She lovingly looked at him. He was about to kiss her but she put her hand on his mouth. “What the heck Sawyer? You just saw me turning inside out in the toilet. Let me brush my teeth first!”

He laughed. “Fine.” He helped her to get up.

“So… What did you find out?” she asked as she put toothpaste on her brush.

“All the wounds she has, seem to be done by a right-handed man,” he simply stated. Her eyes went wide.

“But Nick is left-handed,” she told him with the toothbrush inside her mouth, her words barely understandable.

“Yeah, that’s what Jim told me.” He nodded crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the wall behind him.

“You think we could lead the lawyer in that direction?” She wondered after clearing her mouth.

“I’m not sure we could do that without compromising Jim’s job, but we can definitely go talk to him, hear his version of the story. Maybe that way we can put the pieces together.”

“We?” She looked at him intently.

“Yeah. We’re together in this and whatever that comes our way,” he explained. “I wasn’t defending Maggie because I have feelings for her like you implied yesterday.” He paused, still feeling a bit hurt by her words.


“It’s fine, it’s not like I was nice either…” He sighed. “I was defending her because it looked like an aggression and I didn’t understand why someone would lie about it —still don’t get it— but now we have proof and the word of a Jim confirming our suspicions.”


“I know it’s not much, but we gotta start somewhere, right?” He tried to lighten the mood by smiling at her.

“Right,” she smiled back.

“So… I guess you’re not going to work in this state,” he noted, looking her up and down. She was wearing her black suit with a light blue shirt that was all wrinkled, her hair in a messy bun with strands falling on her face.

“What do you think?” she scoffed. “I was about to walk out of my house when I started feeling all nauseous.”

“That’s why your door was open?”

“Probably, yeah.”

“Great!” Sawyer exclaimed, she narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t mean it’s great that you’re not feeling good, but that we’re both at home… So maybe we could use some time together,” he suggested.

“I’m not having sex with you right now!” she stated, pointing at his face.

Sawyer laughed whole-heartedly. Being back to normal with her after two shitty days was like touching the clouds as he cruised the sky. “Who do you think I am? A monkey in heat?”

“Kind of,” she answered.

“What the fuck?” He burst out laughing and then grabbed her hand and kissed her knuckles. “I didn’t mean it like that… I’d just love to hug you while we get some sleep.”

“That’d be nice, yeah…” She bit her bottom lip, smiling at him. Her eyes glowing with so much love it hurt.

“I love you,” he breathed against her mouth before softly touching his lips with hers. He closed his eyes, taking in all the sensations, from her sweet fruity scent to the shivers that made his skin crawl as the warmth of her body embraced him.

He gently bit her bottom lip, dragging a light moan from her. It deliciously tingled his ears and went straight to his heart. “I love you too,” she whispered.

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