There was definitely going to be a permanent scowl on Jason's face after this week. He was standing outside his nondescript white siding, green shuttered cute little town house (complete with a rare backyard) with a fucking graffiti spray painting pink who was definitely born sucking on a silver spoon and had no clue how hard the average Joe had it. This was not how things were supposed to turn out.

Patric cast a worried glance towards his guard dog. Thought the name was only too fitting considering the man had been growling in displeasure since leaving the station with him. After he had suggested they give him a week to prove he was innocent and they had agreed (he still couldn't believe that) the problem became where he should stay for that time. Going home was out of the question for a number of reasons, the most obvious being he was a suspect in a murder case.

So Sophie suggested he stay with Jay, after all there was plenty of room in his house. Jason had, obviously been less than thrilled with the suggestion and very vocal about what he thought about it and Patric. Then Sophie suggested Patric go to her house. Suddenly Jason was only too happy to let Patric steady with him, if only to protect Sophie.

They fit Patric with a brand new piece of jewelry that blinked and had a fancy tracking device so they'd know his every move. If he went outside the okayed area an alarm would sound alerting Jay and his team of Patric's escape. And the area was so small. The anklet pretty much allowed him to go to Jason's house and the precinct which was an alarmingly small area (pun intended). That small distance didn't even include the soup kitchen Patric helped at all the time. The soup kitchen's owner, Russell, was going to be upset when Patric told him he wouldn't be able to help out for at least a week.

That brought him to now, standing outside Officer Jason Grant's humble abode while the man continued to snarl and grumble about spoiled rich kids literally getting away with murder.

"I can't believe he's staying at my house," the man muttered glaring at the kid next to him without actually speaking to Patric.

Patric glared right back at him, "This wasn't exactly my idea, here, buddy."

He took a risk and o pat the man on the shoulder causing Jason to jump forward with an agitated noise and finally pull out his keys, opening hours front door.

He walked into the house first and Patric had to admit he was surprised Jay hadn't slammed the door in his face. Maybe the man would let up on the hostilities.

                                                        ~GP~

Jay scrubbed a hand through his hair. It had been one hell of a day. He decided the best remedy for it would be to go to sleep now. He walked straight through his kitchen and turned right down the hallway where his bedroom resided. He passed the guestroom/office and the bathroom before reaching the room he actually cared about: his bedroom.

It was when he was about to open the door that he remembered his rather uninvited house guest. He whipped around to see Patric standing a few places behind him looking small and uncertain, arms wrapped around himself as if to ward off all of the unfamiliararities in the small house. Jay swung his door open a little too roughly and he smirked when the beast jumped from the noise of his door roughly hitting the wall. Jason swiftly entered his room. Turning around he fixed a hard glare at Patric for the thousandth time that night, "Don't even think about using my guest room." He punctuated the end of this exchange by slamming his bedroom door shut and locking it. He didn't trust the kid to not take advantage of a sleeping cop when he had kitchen knives at his disposal.

                                                           ~GP~

Patric stood there gaping at the door, mouth almost hitting the floor in disbelief. What was that guy's problem? And then he remembered, he's apparently a murderer.

If this was somebody's idea of a sick joke, it wasn't funny in the slightest. Heck, it had already caused five people he cared about to lose their lives. He didn't want anyone else to get hurt because the police had something against graffiti artists.

So he couldn't use there's guest room?

Whatever, he'd survived worse situations. He walked out to where the front door was viable, standing in between the kitchen and the living room. There had to be something he could sleep on out here. Glancing to the kitchen Patric saw two options. The kitchen table or the counter top. But he figured Jason wouldn't like the idea of anyone, let alone Patric, sleeping on surfaces where he prepared and consumed food. He stepped closet to the living room.

That's where he saw what he'd be sleeping on. He walked over to it. It was a three cushioned couch, blue cloth and slightly worn, but one of the softest things he had ever felt, he realized happily as he ran his fingers lightly over a cushion. Yeah, this couch would definitely do. Before he could even think of all the horrors of the night Patric was asleep.

                                                             ~GP~

Jason couldn't sleep. He couldn't believe what his peaceful life had become. All those people killed. The evidence all pointed to one person: Patric Riot. And the insufferable kid still insisted that he was innocent. With those large earnest gray eyes and his feather soft blond hair framing the delicate features of his face, the rich pretty boy had Sophie eating out of the palm of his hands.

Well, Jay decided he wouldn't be moved so easily by a pair of beautiful eyes.

He just hopped this week would go by without incident, like he could be that lucky, and in about six day's time he's be dragging Patric Riot to trial with five accounts of murder in the first degree. Jay rolled over to look at his alarm clock, 2:41am. He should get some sleep, but first he decided to relieve himself. No way could he hold it until he was supposed to wake up. Rolling out of bed Jay from his room to the bathroom. After he had finished draining the main vein Jason decided it was in his best interest to check on his resident serial killer. He glanced into the guest bedroom and was happy to see that the punk wasn't in the room. Hadn't so much as touched it.

But he kind of wondered where the kid was sleeping if he wasn't in the guest room. He walked into the main living area and froze. No. That wouldn't do at all.

There on his couch, his couch, Patric Riot was sleeping soundly. His clothing was slightly rumpled from what was, no doubt a fitful slumber and, Jay noted, his hair didn't lose that feathery quality even in sleep. He kind of wanted to touch it... Shaking his head to clear his detailing thoughts, Jay quickly closed the distance between them and without a second thought yanked the kid off of his furniture.

Patric landed with a yelp on the floor. "What the fuck," he whined looking up to a once again livid Jason. He had been so comfortable.

"Stay off of my furniture," Jay growled a low and dangerous sound that promised pain if Patric didn't do as told.

Patric looked up at the man from his position on the floor. "Where am I supposed to sleep then?" He didn't sound angry like Jason expected, more resigned.

"Don't know, don't care," Jay promptly left the room.

He was almost at his bedroom door when he heard Patric's sort tenor coming from the living room. Sneaking back towards the living room Jessy listened intently, trying to catch what the kid was saying. He realized as he got closer that the little shit was definitely using Jay's landline phone, as they had left Patric's phone at the precinct. The kid was making a phone call at nearly three in the morning. If someone called Jay at that time, he'd be so pissed.

"Mia," Jason heard the boy say sounding more desperate than Jay had ever heard him, "what did I do to deserve this utter shit show?"

Kay could certainly relate to that sentiment.

"They think I'm a murderer!" he hired excitedly.

There was a pause, then Patric sighed, "I know, I know." Boy did Jay wish new could hear the other side of this phone call.

"Hey, will you let Russell know I'll be missing for at least a week. Tell him I'm sorry." It actually sounded like the kid was being sincere. Whoever Russell was, he was important to the kid. Maybe he should look into who these people were... Russell and Mia.

"Yeah, alright, I'll let you get back to sleep," there was another slight pause, "love you too."

Jay heard the kid literary out a sob as he hung up the phone and decided it was time he got back to sleep too. He had a lot of questions he wanted to ask Patric Riot but those could wait, after all, they were sick together for the next week whether they liked it or not.