Trigger Warning: Sexual Harassment Scene, Multiple accounts of mild fighting one of which ends with a broken arm

Recap:
After Jordan's reunion with his father, Declan gets a call from his own father that his mom is in labor. They go to the hospital, and after Jordan and Declan have a secret conversation between each other, they meet Declan's newborn baby sister, Delilah. It isn't until later did everyone realize Jordan left the room.

And that's what you missed on GLEE!

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"By how nervous you are, someone would think you're the father," I told Declan as I sat on the couch next to him.

After a couple of hours in the hospital, we all went back to the base. With the weekend tomorrow, we were in no hurry to go home.

Declan let out a forced laugh. "She's going to stay in the hospital for a few weeks. I'm making my dad check in with me every few hours." He opened his phone again to see if there were any notifications. Realizing how obsessed he looked, he pocketed his phone.

"I'm really happy Delilah has you for a big brother." I thought about it. "I pity her but-"

"What? Why?"

"Well for one thing," I began. "There would be no guy in a three-foot radius of her."

He snorted at that. "Yeah, sure. Feet."

We both laughed.

"Has either of you heard back from Jordan?" Bennett asked, walking into the living room.

I shook my head. "It keeps going to voicemail. I think he turned off his cell."

"Why do you think he left like that?" Bennett asked us.

Declan was silent at first. "I-"

Bennett's phone suddenly rang. He opened it and told us, "It's an unknown number..."

He accepted the call and suddenly demanded, "Who is thi- ?" He stopped short.

Declan and I shared a look. I've never seen Bennett react like this before.

"I understand," he said, his voice still calm yet still held a tilting tension. "Thank you for informing me."

When he hung up, he looked at the both of us.

"Jordan's in jail."

Declan put his head in his hands then kept cursing at Jordan.

This had to be one of his practical jokes. I couldn't stand the thought of losing Jordan like this. Neither Declan and Bennett either.

I looked back at Bennett as Declan got up from the couch. "What happened?"

Bennett sighed. "He got caught painting in some alley."

Declan was about to punch the wall, but at the last moment stopped. He set his head against the wall.

"It's my fault," he muttered. "It's all my fault."

"What are you talk about?" Bennett asked him.

"It's from our talk back in the hospital," Declan explained. "I was so racked up in these emotions because of Delilah and I talked to him... Why did I have to talk to him? I shouldn't have said anything to him." He cursed again.

"You told him what?"

Declan looked back at us. "Jordan... had something I didn't have in the beginning. And even though it seems like years too late, he has someone that actually came back, came to be with him. I just wanted him to see it that way." Declan paused. "I told him he's like a brother to me. And that meant he'll be Delilah's brother too, so he needs to look out for her if anything happens..."

Declan glanced away, embarrassed. "It's stupid. I know. And look what he did because of me..."

"You can't blame yourself, Declan," I assured him. "Jordan's going through a lot and there was no way we can know what he's thinking. But what you told him made an impact on him, though it made him do something incredibly stupid. We just have to make him know we'll be there for him."

Declan let out a sigh and nodded.

"And we will," Bennett said before tossing his car keys to Declan. "Start the car. I'll meet you in a bit."

"Where are you going?" Declan asked him.

"I just need to get something," Bennett told us as he headed upstairs.

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As I watched Declan pace back and forth in the room, we waited for Bennett who was talking to one of the police officers. It was a small police department with a few officers in the building, perhaps on patrol or off duty.

The thought of Jordan actually being in jail made me feel sick. I remember back when we first went painting together. He was so confident at the thought of not being caught and yet here we all are.

Bennett came back to us, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was able to pull some strings. They'll let us see him for a bit."

"That's good," I said, attempting to be optimistic. "How are we going to get him out? Can we bail him out or something?"

"We can't," Declan said.

"Why?"

"Jordan's 17. He's considered a minor, a juvenile," Declan explained. "He doesn't have a right for bail."

It took me a moment to realize what Declan had just said and how he knew that.

"He'll be 18 in a few weeks," I said in exasperation.

"Then he should've waited until he was 18 to be an idiot," Bennett said then sighed. "Anyway, it's better for him to be. It would have been worse if he wasn't. This isn't his first offense."

"He's been caught before?" I demanded.

"Yeah," Declan muttered. "They let him off with a warning. He didn't want to stop painting, so he became more careful instead. Until now anyway. I don't know what will happen to him now."

"There isn't anything we can do?"

"You two should go see him," Bennett told us. "I need to make a phone call."

My heart fluttered with hope.

As Declan went ahead, I told Bennett, "At times like this, I'm really glad you're here. That you're someone to depend on."

Bennett smiled at me and patted my head, an action he never openly did. He realized it and quickly dropped his hand to the side. "We'll get through with this," he assured me.

I nodded and followed the officer who will escort me to the holding cells where Jordan was in.

"Oh my god! Declan!" I exclaimed.

Declan was holding Jordan's shirt through the cell bars, yelling and calling him names as he did. The officer rushed to tear Declan away from Jordan.

"Don't push your luck, kid," the officer told Declan when he let him go. "You're lucky you're with that Frazier."

"I'm really sorry," I said to the officer. "I promise-" I glared at Declan "-that he won't do anything else."

"Sure," he said. "I need to file some reports. Don't think about trying anything. We got surveillance here." The officer left muttering how we're just a bunch of kids.

I turned back to Jordan. He looked well for someone who was in custody for a few hours and in a holding cell. There was another guy in the same cell, but he didn't look interested in us.

"Hi, Jordan."

"Hi, Naomi."

"Don't "hi" each other," Declan mockingly told us. "Jordan, what were you thinking?"

He chuckled and smiled at his friend from behind the steel bars. "Guess."

Declan gave him a stern look. "I am not in the mood for your jokes, Jordan. This is serious."

"Don't you think I know that? You think I want to be here?"

"You've always been careful!"

"I know," Jordan said in frustration. "Usually I scope out the location and have my painting prepared but... I was too focused to realize I already got an audience waiting behind me."

"You might just get a fine or something for tagging," I told him, then whispered, "But it might be worse if they find out you're Graea." Jordan's street artist alter ego.

He snorted. "Nah. I wasn't able to sign it. And I bet these idiots won't know the similarity in the art style even if it slapped them on the face. That and... I didn't have my mask."

Declan's hands twitched and he looked like he wanted to strangle someone. Sadly, that person was too far from his reach.

Jordan held his hands up in defense. "Like I said, I wasn't thinking. Just grabbed my spray paints and left. I felt inspired and needed to let out my creativity," he said dramatically, but upon realizing it was an appropriate setting, he faltered.

"And look where it got you," Declan growled. "This is your second offense."

"I know that okay?" Jordan told us, his usual self vanishing as quickly as it came. "You can be mad at me all you want, but it won't be compared to how much I am." Jordan grip on the bars visibly tightened.

"It's all my fault," Declan said quietly. "I shouldn't have..."

"No, don't," Jordan told him. "Don't you dare blame yourself, alright? Just whatever happens... I hope you can still be there with me... All of you," Jordan added quickly, his face reddening when he looked at me.

"Nothing's going to happen, Jordan," I assured him. "Bennett will be able to do something."

"Yeah, I hope so."

Bennett appeared beside us. He took a long look at his friend behind bars, showing no expression of whatever is going on in his head.

"Hey, Jordan."

"Hey, Bennett."

He paused. "How are you holding up?"

"Didn't know you had a sense of humor, Bent."

"Declan," Bennett said quietly. "Gio's in the station."

Declan was taken aback by what Bennett said. "What?"

"They just took him into the station," Bennett told him.

"And now he's waltzing in here like he owns the place," Jordan muttered.

"I didn't know I was going to have a welcome party coming here," someone said with a laugh. "I should get arrested more often."

Down the corridor, the same officer was practically dragging along some guy towards us. Even with a glance, you can tell something was off by him with his disheveled appearance and unfocused look in his eyes.

I heard Declan curse under his breath. He then stepped in front of me and told me, "Stay away from him, Naomi."

"Is that any way to greet me, Declan?" He asked as the officer uncuffed him. "And you've always been my wingman. Why are you keeping this one from me?"

"Shut up," the officer grunted as he opened the door and shoved the guy into the cell. "And don't make any more trouble," he said with the slam of the cell door. "All of you."

"Don't bother asking what he's in for," Jordan grumbled. "You can smell it on him. He's higher than my GPA."

I didn't have to ask what he was talking about as the smell of weed practically made visible smell signs off of him.

"I'm surprised you of all people are behind bars with me," the guy said. "Thought you'd be out by now with your money and well... y'know." He looked at Jordan and then Bennett.

"What?"

The guy ignored him and his eyes were suddenly set on me. With a cocky grin and gave me a nod. "Name's Gio, short for Giovanni. What's your name, chica?"

I tsked at him. "None of your business," I snapped.

"Well, that's a bit of a mouthful. But with your company, I bet you get that a lot don't-"

Jordan shoved Gio and he smashed into the wall.

"Keep it down!" The other guy in the cell exclaimed. "I'm meditating."

"Easy there," Gio chuckled as he nursed his shoulder. "I was just making a joke."

"Then you must have a sick sense of humor," Bennett told him.

"How have you been last time I've seen you, Declan?" Gio asked him. "How long has it been? A year? Maybe two? I didn't know you're still in the city. I thought you moved after everything that happened. And I see you still hang out with these two. Though 'None of Your Business' is new."

Gio whistled to get my attention again. "Hey, None- Nah I don't wanna keep calling you that. Baby, do you know what your friends here did to become the Musketeers?" He cursed then laughed. "God, I hated that book. It was so boring."

I kept silent but eyed the others. They wore dark looks and glared at Gio who either didn't notice or cared about the rising threatening aura around them. But what gave me the sickening feeling was how Gio knows about them as the Musketeers.

"Hell, their story is much more interesting than that stupid book. Especially that part when the main character betrays his best friend."

"You can't call yourself that after what you did to me," Declan growled.

"That never happened in the book," I said thoughtfully.

"And how is Declan the main character?" Jordan questioned.

"We were brothers," Gio said darkly. "We promised to stick together no matter what the system did to us. And when it got a little tough, you hung me out to dry. You abandoned me." Gio told Declan off in Spanish. I didn't see a reason to translate it.

"You knew what we were doing was wrong. You didn't even tell me. I didn't want to be a part of it, and neither did you."

"Don't assume you know me!" Gio exclaimed. "You know what they did to me after you left?"

Declan didn't answer. He probably knew.

"You're the lucky one. Got adopted before you hit 18 while I got kicked out and had to fend for myself now." He snorted. "Some ex-Royals found me and beat me up thinking I'm still in contact with you. Long live the King," he said the last part in exasperation.

"Most of them are in prison. The rest accepted the deal to disperse and leave the city," Bennett told him.

"And they did. You never said anything about partners who want revenge." Gio suddenly smiled. "How's your shoulder, Declan?"

"How do you know about it?"

Gio gave a halfhearted shrug. "People talk. And man, were they proud of it."

Declan grabbed the bars. "Who are the Lost Boys?"

"All of us," he said with a laugh then nodded to me. "No offense."

"For not being a guy?" I asked.

"She's funny. I like her. Why don't you leave him for me, mi amor?"

Declan called Gio something in Spanish which made Gio frown at him.

Jordan groaned. "Shut up before I kick your ass."

"I think you'd rather make out with whatever you get high with," I retorted, taking a step forward closer to the cell.

"Don't be like that, baby," Gio cooed. "I'll treat you right."

"Leave her alone," Declan ordered him.

Gio gave me a sickening smirk. "I know she likes the attention, right sweetheart?"

Gio suddenly reached his arm out to me through the bars. I knew what he was trying to grab and recoiled in reaction but not fast enough as Gio was able to grab my shirt and pulled it down for me to flash my bra to everyone.

Yet, I grabbed Gio's arm, putting one foot against the cell bars as support, and yanked him forward to make his body slam into the bars. I then shoved his arm sideways and let go only when I heard an unnerving crack. Gio fell down onto the dirty floor cursing at me.

"Try to pick up some manners while your arm heals," I muttered as I fixed my shirt. The shame and embarrassment slowly began to rise within me.

Declan and Bennett cautiously took a step away from me.

"Seriously?" I asked them.

"Where did you learn how to do that?" Jordan asked, eyeing Gio still cursing on the ground

"Collection of media and literature," I explained. "Then I put theory into practice. That and because I was really pissed off," I muttered, crossing my arms.

"Blue," Gio choked out.

"What?" Bennett asked.

He still had the audacity to still give us a smile. "She's got a blue bra," he said in singsong.

My hands went up to cover my chest as the level of my embarrassment maxed out with my face feeling hot. When Jordan moved to grab him, Gio kicked him away making Jordan step back in recoil.

"I can't wait until I see what they're gonna do to you", Gio spat as he got back on shaky feet. "They're out for blood- All of you and whoever's your fourth musketeer. And for your groupie-" he smirked "-I'll tell them to save her for me once they're done."

Jordan punched Gio square in the jaw. His body crashed onto the floor and he stayed down, unmoving.

Hey guys, sorry for the long wait. I'm right now in a summer program for my college and the schedule was so hectic I haven't had the time to get back to writing until now. It will be a very tough transition for me to enter school, but always know that I'm always doing my best to write as much as I can. I'm also a reader of this book. I want to write how the story will end just as much as how you want to read it. And don't worry, I'm getting punished for not updating so much- I packed only summer clothes and apparently summer doesn't exist here.

Also to note, in the first book Jordan was 18, but I'm planning on changing it to match it here. What took me so long to write this chapter was all of the research because there were pros and cons if Jordan was considered a juvenile or an adult.

Then there's that character, Gio. If you miss Raymond, he'll come back in later chapters. Gio makes Raymond look likeable, doesn't he? Just kidding, both are terrible. But please, give me ALL of your theories about Gio and the Musketeers' past. And as you can all see, I'm working on Naomi's characterization as well as everyone else's. I'm so excited for when you read it.

I already have the next chapter ready. I just want to finish the chapter after it so I can keep this cycle going. It 10 PM here and I'm going to work on that chapter. There's some party outside of people singing Disney songs, so just know what I'm sacrificing. I'm kidding. It's not going to stop be from singing.

Also, if you didn't already know, there's a one-shot of when the guys first met Naomi called "Three of a Kind". I just want to make sure new readers know about it because who wants to hold back fangirling for anyone?

Rubix