December...

Two Weeks Later...

Orlando, FL

Finally!

"Never let go of hope. One day you will see that it all has finally come together. What you have always wished for has finally come to be. You will look back and laugh at what has passed and you will ask yourself... 'How did I get through all of that?" - Unknown

I can't believe her. I've been trying to understand why all of this has been happening and she's not making it any easier on me. Yeah, she didn't want to talk about it. She didn't want to tell me what was up so I laid things out plain and simple for her. I told her to not speak to me unless she was willing to be open and straight forward with me about everything. I thought that would have done it. I thought that would have broken her down but I was wrong. I was so wrong. She simply nodded, giving up, accepting defeat and left. She looked me right in the eyes, her hazels glossed over with unshed tears and...just left. That was the last time I saw her in that bathroom with those...those pills scattered all over the floor. She didn't even bother to pick them up. She just grabbed her bag and left letting me know she'd call me when she was ready to talk.

It's been a little over two weeks. Two weeks have gone by and not a single word.

You can bet I'm not about to go groveling to her. That and I like my life for the most part. I'm not looking for her guard dog of a brother to end it. He maybe knows everything by now and hates me for what he thinks I've done to his sister, but I know I haven't done anything. At least, I hope I haven't; god this is frustrating me to no end.

I've successfully buried myself in my work to forget. This is not what I wanted but maybe the break away from each other is what berry and I needed. She was damn near acting crazy and I was itching to ask Dr. Lake to diagnose her but I guess I couldn't have gotten away with that unless I admitted to being bi-polar since Zara seems to be convinced that I am. Well whatever.

I've just about had it and I swear, Tim better realize that I'm not going to sing this chorus any better than the first ten times I've done it. I have no motivation or passion for what I'm doing right now. I'm being pulled in too many directions to concentrate on this song...

Ripping the headphones from my ears, I stare at Tim intently through the sound proof glass window. He's saying something to me, but I have no idea what he's saying because I just rooted out the damn headphones. Rolling my eyes, I get up from my stool fixing my black and white t-shirt before pulling off my black fitted hat and passing my hands over my fresh buzz cut idly. Sighing, I exit the recording booth, a curious Yolanda and Tim eyeing me silently.

"Can we call it a day? I can't concentrate to save my life." I say simply, feeling slightly annoyed since we only have about two weeks left to complete these albums before Christmas rolls around and we're off to New York.

I'm not going to tell them Zara is my main lack of focus though I'm sure they're aware. But how can I go two weeks without knowing what my woman is up to because she's being stubborn? It's not even the pills I care about. It's how torn and confused she looked and didn't even say a single word to me in that fucking bathroom until she was almost out the door.

"We can call it a day. But you and Yolanda need to be in here first thing tomorrow. This is your last song Justin and Yolanda has two more to complete. You're singing the chorus on one of them which I'm guessing will be her next single." Tim points out and I nod while stuffing my hands in my jeans pockets, darting my eyes around the spacious air conditioned studio.

"Yeah that's fine." I say tiredly. It's late afternoon now but we've been here since eight this morning only stopping for bathroom and snack breaks. I think I need the rest of the day off to gather my bearings.

So far, everything has been going smoothly at Tennman and I'm happy to say things seem more or less looking up. Well, except for my love life but I'm not about to dwell on that. Women are so complex sometimes it amazes me.

"Ok and be safe man. Don't let all that's happening keep you from your girl. You two need to talk and sort things out." Tim says knowingly before giving me a quick handshake and pat on the back.

Shrugging, I don't bother to respond because he knows it's easier said than done.

Looking over at Yolanda, I smile slightly for her, her greens examining my blues closely. I know she's itching to tell me about Zara. I know she's seen her. She's been at her place, keeping up to date with her since she's her PA of course. It's also obvious that she has a thing for Malcolm because at some point his name always ends up spilling from her lips but I'm not going to entertain it. I love Yolanda like she was my baby sister, but I don't care to know about that bodybuilding wannabe.

"You want to accompany me out to eat Yolanda? I could use the nourishment and I'm sure you could too." I smile brightly before stretching my hand out for her to take so I can help her up.

Her eyes light up by my gesture and she quickly grips my hand, jumping up and smoothing her palm over her jeans and white top. "Sure Justin that sounds great!"

"Ok, I promise I won't tell Blake." She groans at the mention of her personal trainer but giggles when I wink at her, indicating that I'm going to allow her to break the strict diet he has her on.

"Let's go!" She beams before pulling me towards the exit.

Laughing, we tell Tim bye, indicating we'll see him first thing tomorrow before we make our exit out of the studio.

"So where are we eating?" I inquire as Yolanda leads the way down the hall towards the elevators.

"I'm feeling...Olive Garden." She points out and I freeze.

"What? But..."

"Ignore the public and paps Justin and just lighten up. Let them see they're not winning. Besides, berry is not with us so it's cool." She explains but I cringe because I hate all the attention sometimes. It can be overwhelming. Plus, this new thing she has calling Zara berry is a little annoying. She only does it to tease me, knowing she gets under my skin when she says it. There's always this huge grin on her face too, now being no different.

I simply chortle because that's Yolanda for you and I'm used to her for the most part.

Realizing I'm not going to win this, I give up, allowing her to drag me along as we make our way out of the studio compound to head to the closest Olive Garden in the area.

*****

Later...

Orlando General Hospital...

"So, care to explain to me why this is the third session we're having in the past two weeks where Justin is absent?"

Gazing into the eyes of the aging woman, I sigh softly, not wanting to divulge anything but knowing I'm going to have to if we want to make any progress.

"I...he's kind of mad at me." I say displeasingly because it's not that I don't understand why he's upset. It's just that I have no idea how to sooth his doubts and worries.

"I see, care to elaborate?" Gazing as her clipboard, I watch intently as Dr. Lake scribbles something down before looking back up at me with an expectant glimmer in her eyes. I feel that she can read me like an open book. I feel so exposed under her scrutiny. I'm comfortable though just a little edgy if that makes any sense.

"Well I uh..." Swiping my fingers through my now straight hair, I groan in annoyance. This should have an easy fix but it doesn't. Gazing down at the red floral dress I'm wearing, I slump forward feeling like the weight of the world is on my shoulders.

"Why don't you start from your trip to Tennessee you took with Justin for thanksgiving to now? That was the last time I saw you all together. It's been well over a month since you all left for that trip. So, start from there and don't leave anything out. I'll see how I can help you Zara." She says softly and I feel relaxed by her soothing voice.

Well, I guess I need to tell someone about those calls. Heaven knows I haven't built the guts to tell Malcolm about anything just yet. He is happy that I haven't been around Justin as much though. He doesn't ask me any questions because it's obvious to him that Ju and I aren't on good terms and I know he's enjoying this. Ugh! I really don't like my brother sometimes.

"You know, it was a great trip all around but we had a few bumps along the way. I mean, there was my ex Christian calling and these strange phone calls..." But Dr. Lake cuts me off with a wave of her hand as I shift in my seat uncomfortably.

"Start from the beginning Jahzara. Take it one step at a time and help me to understand and help you sweetie. And we need to talk about those pills Justin caught you taking. This is serious." She points out and I nod, wishing Justin and even my brother were here with me for support, but that's not happening and I guess this is something I have to do on my own.

Taking a deep breath, I mentally prepare myself to tell her everything that's been going on with us this past month hoping she will help me to shed some light on our situation. No pain no gain right?

Right.

*****

Sometime later...

"Oh my god! Did you hear that one guy? He was all like Justin, Justin! Where's berry? Why isn't she with you and Yol? Is she with Jeremy? Ha! That was hilarious." Yolanda laughs out heartily.

It's not funny though. I hate being mobbed by the paparazzi and it seems that they've made it their point of duty to stalk my ass worse than they ever have since they found out about Zara. It's frustrating, but right now, with Yolanda laughing her ass off as we leave Olive Garden with full stomachs, it's kind of amusing. That one pap was relentless with his questions. Thank god for bodyguards.

"It's not that funny Yol." I chuckle lightly. I swear the guy was trying so hard to get to us that he nearly tripped and fell on his face since he wasn't watching where he was going.

"Hell yeah! Man I would have paid money to see that fool fall flat on his face." She snickers.

"That's mean Yolanda." I state, secretly wishing the same thing happened to the asshole.

"Whatever, I know you were wishing he did too." She brushes me off while flipping her blonde hair out of her face.

"Uh huh." I drawl as Mike escorts us to my ride so we can head home.

"Yeah you were." She nudges me playfully before hopping into the backseat when I unlock the doors.

Growling lowly, I push our take-away containers in her lap before getting into the passenger seat while Mike hops into the driver's side.

I have to admit, being out with Yolanda was fun. She's such a vibrant, lively person. She seriously made me crack up with all her jokes during what we called an early dinner since there is still light out. It was just simple fun which is something I hardly ever experience these days. There was no looming disaster waiting for us around the corner. Well, unless you counted the swarm of paparazzi that followed us to Olive Garden a disaster. In my book they didn't count.

Everything was just chill. We sat, talked about all the simple things in life including our albums, tour and just had a fun time having our meal in peace.

You know it's sad how my thoughts always travel back to Zara. But, I couldn't help but wonder why she and I couldn't have that. Why couldn't things be simple between us? Why do they always have to be so intense where people's feelings get tossed into a damn grinder every single time? I just know that woman will be my undoing.

"So are we going back to your place?" Mike interrupts my thoughts and I gaze through the rearview mirror at Yolanda who shrugs uncaringly in return.

"Yeah I guess." I shrug for Mike as he pulls into the main street, instantly getting caught in the rush hour traffic.

"You know, you hardly spend time at home Yol. Should we be worried?" I suddenly voice, realizing that Yolanda never ever speaks of her home and her family.

I can see her tense by my forward questioning, but she simply shakes it off. "Na, mom and dad are just busy most times and I hate being home alone." She states and I nod in understanding dropping the subject all together as I gaze out the window of the ride, watching the passing cars.

"I miss berry." I mutter softly, not realizing I verbalized my thoughts until Yolanda responds.

"I know you do. You should just talk to her though. She misses you too." She points out and I scowl.

"No, she needs to come to me this time. I'm not going to beg." I say stubbornly, my arrogant side shinning through. I can't help it. I hate that I've broken down and softened my demeanor for her only to have her take my kindness for weakness.

"You are one stubborn white boy." Mike spits while shaking his head sadly as he keeps his attention on the road.

I shoot him a nasty glare before whipping around to eye Yolanda who's giggling lightly.

"It's not about who breaks first Justin. It's about who is willing to do the mature thing and actually settle whatever is going on." Mike further explains enraging me even more.

"No one asked you." I snap angrily while folding my arms across my chest defiantly.

"No one did, but when I see you being stupid it's my duty to speak up." Mike retorts.

"You guard bodies Mike. That's it!" I say condescendingly hearing Yolanda's giggles die out by the harshness in my tone.

"Yeah, you're right, but you can bet I'll have no body to guard if you don't get off your high horse and talk to your woman instead of being a childish asshole about it." Mike's voice booms out and I swallow hard, knowing it's a bad idea to get him pissed off.

"You wouldn't dare. I'd like to see you try something." I challenge him.

"Try me Justin. Lynn might hate me for taking out her only son, but if you don't snap out of it now you're going to lose a great girl." Mike says, his tone a lot calmer now. How the fuck would he know about berry? He doesn't know her the way I do. What does he know?

Letting his words sink in and maul over, I sigh exasperatingly because I'm not looking to go over to that apartment with Malcolm there. Yes, I'm fucking terrified of him. There, I said it. I may be a pussy, but I know better than to mess with an overprotective cop. I'm not stupid.

"He's right Justin." Yolanda says gently in the backseat and I scoff because I know they have a point, but I'm just too self-absorbed right now to care.

*****

Sometime later...

"Remember what I told you Jahzara, you need to tell Malcolm; he needs to know." Dr. Lake informs me as I make my way to the exit of her office.

"I will, I just need the right time to sit him down and tell him. But, thank you for everything. I'll see you next week!" I beam before waving goodbye to her as I exit her office, ending up in the hospital lobby.

So, I spilled everything out to Dr. Lake and surprisingly I feel pounds lighter after getting everything off my chest. She's a little worried about those strange calls but she hasn't told me anything I don't already know. She thinks I need to put my past to rest with Christian and that Justin and I need to talk about it. She also thinks I should tell Malcolm that I've been seeing her and about those strange calls. I agreed that I needed to tell him and Ju, but I'm not sure when I'll be able to tell them both. Justin seems like a safer bet now. I'm not looking for Malcolm to go snooping where he shouldn't be, doing his detective cop work and getting injured again or worse. Telling him now is out of the question but hopefully soon, he'll know all he needs to know.

Gazing around at the many doctors, nurses and patients, I make my way to the exit remembering the time we were in here when Justin went off on Jeremy in Malcolm's room. It's been a crazy ride but it's far from over. I just need to know that Ju and I can overcome the obstacles we're facing now else there is no way we'll be able to maintain and sustain a healthy relationship.

Pulling out my cell from my bag to call Jeffery Rush since he offered to pick me up when Malcolm went out with my car today, I stop abruptly when I see Trace swiftly making his way through the hospital doors just as I'm moving to exit.

"Trace?" I ask in perplexity.

When he spots me he smiles and comes over, giving me a tight hug before pulling away to glare at me.

"I came to pick you up." He grins and I frown.

"But Jeffery..."

"I called Malcolm. He told me Jeffery was supposed to pick you up from your outing. He doesn't seem to know you're here. Anyway, I told him to cancel Jeffery and that I'd come get you instead." He explains and I nod, curious as to why he's really here. I know there's a catch.

"Uh, ok." I say hesitantly, allowing Trace to escort me out of the exit and towards his ride.

"Yeah and I'm not bringing you home just yet." He points out and I stop abruptly, staring at his blue t-shirt clad back.

"Oh?" I say through clenched teeth. Please do not say...

"I'm bringing you over to Justin's. It's high time you two spoke. He's been moping around like a lost puppy but he has too much pride to admit that he misses you. And, from what Malcolm and Yol have told me, you're just about the same. I don't care what's going on now and I don't want to hear what you have to say. But, you two need to settle whatever shit that's going on. You're going and that's final."

It's very rare that Trace puts his foot down but when he does, it's hard to sway his decision. I'm not about to fight with him on this so I just give in and go along silently, knowing that this is going to be one hell of a long ass night if things don't turn over well.

"Fine, but I'm not going to like it." I say hardheadedly.

"Never said you had to Zar-bear." Trace sniggers and I pout as he unlocks the doors of his ride so we can get in to leave.

*****

Later...

Justin's Estate...

I can't believe he brought her over here. What's worse is that she looks like she doesn't even want to be here so I'm guessing he forced her to come. I don't want her here if she doesn't want to be here.

"Trace?" I swing my front door open, just glaring at them as they make their way up my front steps to the platform.

Mike, Yolanda and I got in about an hour ago and we were making plans to head to the movies but since berry is here now, that plan is squashed. I'm not going to bring her out in public with me until I know where we stand. The last thing I need is more media attention when I haven't even really cleared the air with the public and my fans just yet.

"Yeah man, look who I brought along!" Trace says with a huge grin on his face while motioning to a shy Zara. I'm not sure what irks me more. The fact that he's genuinely happy that they are here, not realizing the severity of what he's done or the fact that Zara hasn't made any eye contact with me yet.

This is going to be a long night.

"I see." I say curtly, my eyebrows rising when Zara's head snaps up by my tone of voice.

"If you don't want me here..." But I cut her off with a tired sigh.

"I never said I didn't want you here." I mumble before stepping aside so they can enter.

Trace gives me a quick hug and a pat on the shoulder before he makes his way in. I can hear Yolanda calling out to him, but I tune them out when Zara tries to get by me.

Blocking her path, she stumbles back a bit before lifting her head to look at me. My blues finally latch onto her hazels and I take her in, drinking up her features as I remain silent for the most part.

"Can I..."

"No." I breathe out, not caring about what she's going to ask me. Smiling, I continue to study her closely noting her uneasiness under my stare. "You straightened your hair." I point out, itching to slick my fingers through her silk locks but refraining. "I like it." I mention, noting how it falls gracefully around her face and on her back.

"Thanks." She whispers and I nod before gripping her hand, pulling her to come inside so I can shut and lock the door. "I like your buzz cut." She adds in and I whip around to face her, dropping her hand in the process and smiling sheepishly before mindlessly passing my fingers over my spikes.

"Uh yeah well I...the curls they were..."

"It's sexy." She affirms and I chuckle softly, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Ok, so do you want to explain to me why I haven't heard from you or seen you in two weeks?" I inquire.

"I thought that's what you wanted." She states honestly.

"When did I..."

"When you said that the only time you wanted to speak to me was when I was ready to talk."

"Yeah but that didn't mean..."

"I wasn't ready." She cuts me off and I frown.

"Ok." I say slowly.

"I'm ready now. Else Trace would not have been able to get me here so easily." She shrugs before a small smile twitches into the corners of her lips.

"Seriously?" I ask incredulously and she hums lowly in response.

"You could have called Justin."

"You could have called Zara." I retort and she rolls her eyes at me.

"Of course. We both expected the other to call or come over first. No wonder we went two weeks without speaking."

"I honestly didn't want that to happen. I thought you would have just came out and told me what was going on with you." I try to explain, noting how her eyes seem to be darting around the room nervously.

"I told you...I wasn't ready."

"You also told me you're ready now, so can we please talk?" I ask hopefully before gripping her hand in mine softly. Lifting her hand up to my line of sight, I pass my thumb over the soft skin before dipping my head to kiss her palm gently. "I've missed you berry." I sigh, hating how it's so easy for me to break and drop my defenses with her. She doesn't even have to do anything really. That can't always be a good thing.

"I've missed you too Ju, but you can be such an ass." She breathes out and I groan.

"You're no saint."

"Don't I know it." She jokes before I pull her along with me towards the living room.

When we get in there I realize that Trace, Yolanda and Mike are all sitting around chatting with the television blaring in the background. Clearing my throat loudly, I watch as all chatting ceases before they divert their attention to us. "Could you all give us a little privacy? If that's not too much to ask?" I say firmly and they simply nod in understanding before quietly filing out of the living room, leaving berry and me alone.

Motioning for Zara to take a seat, I grab the remote and shut off the television before plopping down next to her on the sofa.

Turing to face her, I smile reassuringly hoping that she's not going to withdraw into herself at the last minute. We're making progress. Let's hope it lasts long enough for us to clear some things up.

"Ok, should I start or..." I drift, scratching under my stubble in thought, trying to figure out how I'm going to tell her everything I need to including Mallory showing up on my parents' doorstep on thanksgiving night. Maybe I should rethink this...

"I'll start." Zara interrupts me and well, there's no turning back now. I know I'm not going to like what she has to say but at least, I'm going to have some insight into what her present issue is so I'll just have to learn how to deal accordingly.

*****

Hours later...

Ju and I have been talking for hours now and I have to say that once we finally put our doubts aside and opened up to each other things came out easily for us.

I hated that he lied to me about that night he disappeared at thanksgiving. I wanted to curse him out for being with Mallory but I guess I understand why he did it and I can't be too angry here because if the situation was reversed and it was Christian and me, I would have maybe done the exact same thing.

I also realized that the strange calls we both received seem to be from the same person or persons and they are most likely serious with the threats they've been dishing out. I'd like to know why they are doing this. But, that only means one thing. We have to tell Malcolm. I've been dreading it, but it's a must because Justin doesn't seem to think it's a joke anymore.

He apologized for being angry with me when he had no idea what happened the day he walked in on me in the bathroom with those pills.

I told him it was ok because anyone would have expected the worse. That doesn't mean he's not still worried about my psychological state. All it means is that, he understands my reason for being in the state that I was.

Justin thinks he should up his security and hire a few more bodyguards for his self and for me. He says I need the protection now that our relationship is public. He's crazy. I'm not about to have strangers following me around. I'm not the celebrity here. But he insists and I really do not want to argue with him. Maybe I'll try to talk him out of it another time.

I am happy that we were able to speak about what's been going on. Justin hates the fact that Christian's in the picture now, but he also realizes that we might need his help to clear up those anonymous calls we've been getting and to put my past to rest once and for all. Oh god, this should be interesting. I'm hoping that we can solve this before we head to New York because Christian is in New York and I don't want him around. That will only lead to chaos and I've had enough of that in my life already.

But it's been hours since Ju and I have been discussing just about everything we needed to talk about and I'm emotionally and mentally exhausted from it all.

That's why we've just been lounging here on his sofa in silence for the past five or so minutes. I think it's essential to get that little quiet time to absorb everything that's been said. I know my biggest task right now is bringing my brother into the light. I'm not sure how to break any type of news to him without upsetting him.

"So, what exactly do you want to do for Christmas?" Justin finally breaks the silence, his mind clearly on a completely different wave length compared to mine.

"I...I don't know." I mumble, still deep in thought.

Leaning down to look at me from where I'm lying against his chest, he sighs as his hold on me tightens.

"We have a few days before we head up to New York. I was thinking I could take you up to my cabin in the mountains for that time." He explains. "Just me and you, you know? I think we might need that."

"What?" He has a cabin in the mountains? Ok, I know he has a lot of property and things that I don't know about, but this sounds like something that's very close to his heart. I'm wondering why he wants to share it with me. Maybe he wants to kill me and get rid of the body where no one will find me? "You're not going to murder me are you?" I joke and he laughs out loud.

"Naw, I'd miss you too much." He muses and I groan playfully. "But seriously, do you remember some time back when I disappeared for like a month with no one knowing where I went? It was just before your brother got shot." He explains, yawning lightly.

"Yeah, I remember." I voice uneasily.

"Aren't you the least bit curious to see where I disappeared to?" He's smiling now as I look up at him and I can't help but smile back because this man just keeps amazing me.

"Only if you really want to share." I point out.

"If I didn't want to, I wouldn't have suggested it berry." He says obviously.

"Fine, then we could spend Christmas there, if that's ok with your family."

"Aw, yeah, they got thanksgiving with us, they're safe. I should see my mom some time after New Year's in New York. Yolanda has that one song to do with Esmee as well so things should be getting exciting." Justin voices and I shake my head in agreement, Christian being my main concern in relation to us traveling to the ‘Big Apple'.

"I hope they're not too exciting for the most part." I state hesitantly.

"I'm not making any promises." Justin muses. "Plus, our vacation is quickly approaching which I've been longing for." He sighs contently while kissing my forehead.

"So we're all going sailing to the Caribbean huh?"

"That's the plan."

"On J.T's Berry." I snicker, remembering the name of the yacht he got me.

"Ha! Uh huh. No doubt." He replies proudly.

"I still can't believe you got me a yacht Justin." I say, reliving the moment like it was only yesterday.

"Me neither. I mean, what hell was I thinking? Trace was right you know, I was so sprung and hadn't even gotten any yet..."

"Hey!" I smack his chest roughly causing him to cough through his laughter.

"Ok, ok I'm sorry but it's true."

"Psshh whatever." I relax against him again, just loving that we're like this now. I hope it lasts longer this time.

"And uh, in case you were wondering, I had it sailed to Miami. So, it's down there waiting for us when we're ready to take that cruise and I'll be hiring a captain and everything."

He's really excited about this.

"Looking forward to it Ju." I say in all honesty before we hear the doorbell ringing throughout our silent surroundings.

Justin leans up getting ready to answer it but Trace's voice filters from somewhere in the mansion stating that he'll get it.

When Justin relaxes underneath me again, I take that as an opportunity to stretch up and connect our lips together delicately. His fingers instantly dig into my sides from the contact and I sigh against him, missing his touch and kisses. Growling, Justin immediately deepens the kiss but it doesn't last long because we can hear someone clearing their throat loudly, interrupting our flow.

Pulling away from Justin, I watch how his blues have already begun to darken and I can see the faint glow of desire in those orbs, but I guess the love making is just going to have to wait.

"Not that I like interrupting this little love fest, but someone is here to see you." Trace sounds perturbed and by the bemused expression on Justin's face when he looks past me to stare at his friend, I'd say this is something serious.

Rolling off of Justin, I stand on my feet, turning around to face Trace and the new face in the room before Justin stands to walk over to my side.

He's clearly upset by the person's presence as he swipes his palms over his face, trying to keep his unstable temper at bay.

"Felicity? What on earth are you doing here and how did you get past my front gates?" Justin is eyeing her suspiciously and I kind of feel sorry for the poor girl.

Her dark raven hair is pulled up in one and she still has on her work attire. Her olive round face seems drained and tired and by the uncomfortable looks she's shooting both Justin and me, I'd say she didn't like our little display of affection she just witnessed.

"The gate was open, so I let myself in." She simply states and Justin cuts his eyes at Trace skeptically.

"Uh...Oops?" Trace raises his hands in defeat before excusing his self, stating that he's going to join Mike, Yolanda, Buckley and Brenan back out by the pool.

"He's so lucky I care about his ass." Justin growls while eyeing Felicity down. "So why are you here Felicity, and please tell me it has nothing to do with all the tabloid rumors and what happened at work because..."

"No Justin! I...I mean Mr. Timberlake. Look, I may work for you, but I'm also a fan and I respect your personal life and need for privacy. That's not why I'm here." She's glaring at me with her big browns as she says this, sizing me up in the process but Justin doesn't seem to notice. He seems to want her gone more than anything. Am I missing something? Why is he being so cold towards her?

"Make it snappy." He spits.

"Right uh, maybe Trace and Yolanda should hear this too." She points out nervously and I frown in confusion.

"Why?" I finally voice and she snaps her head in my direction, her eyes narrowing slightly at me but I simply ignore.

"Because I saw who nearly tried to run Yolanda and Trace over. I read the license plate number of the vehicle. I would have said something sooner, but I wasn't sure how serious it was. Not until an officer Gilmore showed up asking about the whole ordeal. It wasn't easy making this decision because I don't want to get involved but, when I was heading out that day behind Trace and Yolanda to apologize to Yolanda for the little quarrel we had, that's when I saw the car racing towards them, nearly picking them up in the process. I believe it was a silver Honda." Felicity explains and I note how Justin's eyes widen in shock by what she just said and the mention of my brother interrogating his employees before he turns to face me, giving me a skeptic look. Oh great.

In light of this new information, I think it's safe to say that things just got a whole lot more interesting. If what Felicity is saying is true, then Malcolm and even Drew might have a new case on their hands.

I'm not liking this one bit. Oh god, why do I feel in the pit of my stomach that nothing good will come of this?