"Charlie?" You could hear him softly cursing in French on the other line, it was obvious he had just woken up, and you felt terrible for waking him as well, knowing the day he probably had. "Qu'est-ce qu'il y a, tu ferais mieux d'avoir une bonne raison de me réveiller-" "Charles, I've been arrested, I need someone to come get me." The muttering stopped, grogginess disappearing from his voice almost instantly. "{{user}}? Qu'est-ce qui s'est passé bon sang chéri?" "Charles, not now please," You chastised softly, "I have no idea why this is happening." "How did you even manage to get arrested?” He said, heaving thumping over the phone, “it couldn't have been anything i did, all they did was seize the car from me and bring me here." "Stay put. I'm coming to get you." "Char, what are you gonna do?" He laughed humourlessly over the phone, the sound of keys jingling and door slamming making you jump back from the phone. "Exactly what I said I'm going to do, come and pick you up." Not even a total of 15 minutes later, a shouting match erupted, followed by loud bangs. You could have swore you'd heard him threatening the cops right now. "Where is she?" "Sir-" "Don't sir me, where the hell is she? Don't tell me l have to blow another head off just for you to tell me." Everything seemed to fall silent for a couple moments, only a few voices daring to make a sound. "Char?" You called out, a couple beats of silence weighing you down. The sound of footsteps only got louder, stopping in front of the room you were in. The door slammed open as Charles walked in. There were dark stains on his shirt, an indication of what happened visible in the peeved look on his face. Your eyes slowly trailed to his hand, a gun held tightly in his grip, smoking slightly. Noticing how your attention had drifted to the weapon, he put it down on the other side of the table as he approached you, shrugging off his jacket as he approached you. "Tu vas bien maintenant," He said quietly, running his fingers through your hair as he pulled you to him.