Who? Andrew/Olivia
When? Late Monday Night/Early Tuesday Morning (I know it's late as it is, that's why I'm posting it here)
Where? Their Home
Status: Closed/Incomplete
Rating: R, probably--You know me, I can't get through an paragraph without too many swears to break PG13 rules


Andrew had left that evening after a cryptic text from Ryder, which hadn't given him any information other than that he needed to be somewhere right then. So, pounding head and all, he had kissed his girlfriend goodbye and headed out. By the time he got home it was well after midnight, and the house was dark. He assumed Liv had gone to bed, which was just as well. He had been hoping for that much. The door was opened carefully, shut again gently. He had carried his coat in because it was still clean, and he hung it by the door thoughtlessly.

He headed straight for the bathroom, intent on taking a quick shower.

Things had gotten out of hand before he and Ryder had gotten their answers. His shirt was ruined, spattered with blood that had long since dried. He moved toward the hallway on silent footsteps, with the careful, practiced grace of a Hunter. Of a predator. No matter how well he could pull off the good guy act that he so desired to define him, it took some focus to change that dangerous undertone displayed in the way he moved sometimes. Now, he was just worried about being heard and waking up Liv. She didn't ask a lot of questions usually, and he didn't straight out keep secrets from her, but he also was in no hurry to straight out flaunt things like this where she had to see it.