#defending jacob

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The Age of Perpetual Light by Josh Weil

Defending Jacob: "After"

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THE P.I.

Pairing: Andy Barber X Blind Reader!

Summary: In which a client, who wishes to remain anonymous, requests that you find out the truth about who killed Benjamin Rifkin. Not only do you learn just that, but somehow you find yourself twisted in the cobwebs of the secrets the Barber family hide.

Warnings: 18+ Murder, death, betrayal, affair,

The funeral of Jacob Barber was most likely the saddest scene you had ever experienced. Although your sight was taken from you at a young age, you were more than aware of the fact that there were few people in attendance. It seemed that the town was still set on their stance of the young boy having been guilty of murdering Benjamin Rifkin, even after the confession from Leonard Patz.

It truly baffled you really. A known pedophile confesses to the murder of a young boy and the towns people weren’t eating that up? Something didn’t smell right.

You couldn’t help but wonder why they were so certain of Jacobs involvement, especially since the information you had discovered proved otherwise. Was it because they were aware of the crimes committed by his estranged Grandfather? Or was it simply because they were too proud to admit they were wrong?

Snapping out of your thoughts, the sound of shuffling and farewells informed you that the small crowd was dispirsing, leaving you alone with a somber looking Andy Barber. You assumed he was hoping for a private moment to say goodbye, so you remained seated in silence, giving him time before you attempted to breach a conversation.

Though it seemed the grieving man had other plans…

“You not taking off with the rest of them?” Andy grumbled, refusing to tare his gaze away from the hole in the ground.

You were completely mortified at being caught lingering. This was the first time that a light had been shined on the shadows you camouflaged yourself into. You weren’t used to being detected as you normally went under the radar, yet this man had spotted you easily and that slightly intimidated you.

“Yeah well, my mother taught me that you should never leave the vulnerable alone as you never know what they might end up doing.”

Releasing a sigh, Andy tilted his head a little to the left, unable to hold eye contact with you as you were seated directly behind him. “I’m not going to kill myself.”

“I know that, you know that, but does mummy dearest know that?” You humoured, receiving a snort in return. “Besides, you and I have a lot we need to discuss.”

At this, the male twisted fully in his seat to face you. It was then he noticed how incredibly attractive you were, he just wished those sun blockers laid upon your nose disappeared so he could see your eyes. He had a feeling they were just as beautiful as the rest of you.

Snapping out of his shock, Barber raised his eyebrows at your statement. “No offence sweetheart, but I doubt either of us have anything we might want to say to each other.”

“I’m gonna have to disagree.” You smirked. “You see, not so long ago I was hired by an unknown source. Imagine my surprise when they requested I look into the Jacob Barber case.”

Realisation set itself upon the brunettes face. “Your a P.I.”

“A darn good one too!” With that being said, you removed the hard drive from your right thigh high boot. “I had so many ideas on what I wanted to do with this little guy, yet only one idea stood out.”

Gulping, Andy looked towards the ground. “And what idea would that be?”

If you weren’t at his sons funeral, maybe you would of dwelled on the tension a little. However, the look in his eyes struck at your heart strings, causing you to feel remorse for your previous attitude.

“Why give it to you silly!” You giggled.

The confession wasn’t what had his head snapping up from the ground, it was the innocence that came after it. He’d never heard a sound so sweet and it made him feel guilty at the feelings that were sparked within him as he sat mere cm from where his son laid.

Edit: found this in my drafts, decided to post incase it motivated me to continue.

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🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now (if you feel inspired) you must share a hoe thot about: CE!babe + receiving comfort from someone unexpected

Siri! Thanks for gracing me with this! I’ll admit, this one made me think for a bit. But! I think I narrowed it down to one guy… 

Andrew Barber.

I imagine it’s a few years after his wife and son pass, he’s just gotten so in the habit of submerging himself in his work that he’s letting his life pass too. You, his steady assistant, want to break him out of that mental rut. Maybe you're not completely unexpected, but seen more so as off limits

Maybe clear his schedule for the day. Buy him lunch. A nice note on his desk. A note that he sees is maybe less innocent than what meets the eye. That little heart at the end of it… oh yeah, he’s got a new focus. You. Maybe when you go to leave for the night, you ask if there’s anything else you can do for him on this weird day. Andy has a couple ideas.

I also think a drabble of that might look like this! 

1,561 words… oops (TW: mentions of dead wife/kid, mentions of divorce, NSFW behavior [employee/boss relationship, innuendos of sexual favors, gettin horny!, ‘sir’ kink, dom/sub vibes if u squint])

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Mr. Barber worked hard. Harder than any other person you’d ever met.

As his assistant, you saw all of it. The countless meetings, his phone going off all the time, his email being connected to yours and the amount of messages he got was enough to send you to the brink. His life revolved around work, and you saw it chip away at him.

“Mr. Barber, I have that meeting right after your lunch moved to next Wednesday,” Your fingers tapped away at your keyboard, reorganizing his calendar and clearing out emails.

Andy shifted in his seat, the leather creaking under his body weight. He was wearily leaning against his desk as he reread paperwork. He sighed, glanced up at you with confusion, and ran his hand back through his brown hair, “What? Why?”

“Ms. Williams sends her condolences, Mr. Barber.” Your fingers lightly tapped the plastic of your laptop. You looked up from your screen, internally wincing as realization flickered over his face.

“Oh.” Andy breathed out. He didn’t look particularly sad, not anymore than he had previously, but more so resigned, “Right. Yes.”

He cleared his throat -- you held back on doing the same -- and took in another deep breath. It was the four year anniversary of his wife and son’s passing.

Andy clicked his tongue, blowing out a breath through his teeth. You watched him try to refocus on his papers, but it was uninspiring even to the most dedicated DA's. The stiffness you felt in the room might’ve been your own discomfort with it all. You only started working for him two and a half years ago, so you never met his family. But from everything you saw, you would have never known he’d been married had it not been for others telling you.

No wedding ring. No photos. No talk of his family. Hell, he didn’t even date! And you only knew that much because he told you once if he did date you would have to schedule it for him (“You know my weeks better than I do.”)

“I was going to go pick up some lunch, Mr. Barber, would you like anything?” You stood from your chair in the corner, already tucking your laptop away into your bag. Really, it was the least you could do for the man. Today couldn’t have been easy for him.

“Oh, sure, yes. Thank you.” He stood as well, fishing his credit card from his wallet, “Just the little place off 34th? Yeah?” Nodding, you waved off his card, “I’ve got it, sir, don’t worry. Club sandwich with chips?”

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The wait wasn’t long at the restaurant, long enough to allow you to clear his entire afternoon. It was just a few meetings moved, a few emails you directed towards other people in the cases, a few little tweaks to give Andy the afternoon off he deserved. 

Unfortunately by giving him the day off, you gave yourself a few more errands to run. Twas the balance you’d have to maintain.

You walked quickly through the building towards his office, two bags in hand. When you managed the door open with your elbow, you noticed Andy wasn’t there.

That was a little odd. He was usually good about keeping you updated. But, whatever, you mentally waved it off again. He could be peeing, getting a drink, or even just taking a short wander. It didn’t matter.

“Jeez, Barber…” you grumbled to yourself as you cleared an area on his desk. You paused as you grabbed a larger stack of papers, the text already adorned with three different colors of pen and highlighter and multiple sticky notes. If you filed it now you wouldn’t have to do it later… but that also meant you’d have less time to make your appointments.

“Ah, fuck it.” With a reserved huff, you stacked multiple groups of papers in the ‘to be sorted’ wire bin. A later you problem.

You fished out his sandwich and chips and the extra little sugar cookie, placing them all nicely in the middle of his desk. Grabbing a red pen and a blank sticky note, you scribbled out “Enjoy! <3” with a smiley face and star.

And with that, you reached for your own sandwich as well. Which you’d have to eat in the car.

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Andy hated how you probably saw him.

The widowed guy with a dead ex-wife and a dead kid. And it’s not like he could say anything about it. Hell, most other people felt more upset about it all than he did! The one aspect he missed most was his son, but even his son’s memory had been slowly degraded in his mind.

Right before either of them passed, he and his ex wife had been mid divorce. Well, none of the paper work had started yet, but they were already amicably split. Their son had gotten more verbally aggressive in the five-ish years before as well, yelling and lashing out. When he was at his house Andy felt like if he stepped wrong he was getting yelled at.

Though their deaths stunned him, he wasn’t grieving anymore. He hadn’t been for a long time.

You’d brought up him dating once, he brushed it off by blaming his busy schedule. Was there any good way to tell you that he felt no reason to date anyone when he got to be with you every day? Probably not.

Andy returned to his office and noticed the food on his desk with everything else nicely squared away. He passed by without a second glance, instead peering out through the window behind it. Your car wasn’t there. Fuck.

That was fine, he’d eat and watch some sports. Not a bad way to spend his break.

He sat heavily in his chair and reached for the sandwich, his eyes paused on the note you left.

That heart.

That little red heart.

He loved your handwriting, a mix of cursive and print, and when you used certain pens it looked like the world's most beautiful calligraphy to him.

At any other time, he might’ve been embarrassed by the way his pants suddenly felt way too tight. Or the strained breath he let out as he stared at your writing.

But he’d been feeling these fuckin’ feelings for so long that this was basically second nature. He peaked up and quickly stood to lock his door.

He stood in the middle of his office, slacks tented. He grabbed the sticky note and stared at the heart.

That’s got to mean something, right? That’s what he told himself as he unbuckled his belt and sat back in his chair. He’d eat his sandwich to muffle his moans and pray that if anyone heard him, they’d think he was crying.

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It was much much later than you’d hoped it’d be. You were usually so good about leaving right at 5, but it was 7:15 and you still had to organize those damn papers!

“Oh-! Mr. Barber!” You startled easily when you entered his office. He looked up from his computer, giving you a half smile. He’d lost his suit jacket and loosened his tie, looking more relaxed and at ease.

“Hey, didn’t mean to spook ya,” He rolled his shoulders back and raised an eyebrow, “Aren’t you supposed to be home?”

You clicked the door shut behind you, not wanting to disturb anyone else who may be working. A sheepish smile spread across your face, you shrugged and slid your bag off your shoulder, “I could ask you the same thing, sir.”

When you glanced up at Andy, his eyes had gone from soft and relaxed to black. Your heart thumped hard in your chest. His usually light blue eyes were nearly all black as his pupils dilated.

“I just, uhm, had a few more emails I needed to wrap up, Mr. Barber.” You swallowed and smiled, glancing down at your bag you added, “Is there anything you need from me, sir?”

“What would you be willing to help me with?”

You paused, blinking down at your bag. It was barely touching your foot.

What were you willing to help him with? Do you tell him about your own late nights? How you tossed and turned in bed as another one night stand failed to match your expectations of what he might be able to do? Do you tell him how you lied when you did your 6 month internship and you didn’t really need to be present at all of his meetings? Do you tell him you wished so badly he had a date lined up for once in his life! How you wish it was you he went out with?

Your thoughts only bought you a fraction of a second in reality. Maybe it was for the better it wasn’t longer.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you looked up at him.

The dim lighting shifted the mood. Moments ago it was dreary. A late night working and being bored out of your mind. But now it was warmer. Hopefully intimate.

You reached behind you, keeping your gaze leveled with his as you clicked the lock. There was a flicker of hunger in his eyes, solidifying what you felt. He leaned his elbows on his desk, sleeves rolled up.

“Whatever you need help with, sir.” You whispered. “How can I help?”