"What do you mean by that? You would?" I ask furrowing my eyebrows at him.

"Nothing really. Just think about it. They knew when Lance told me, they told him to hit me the next morning and by the look on his face knew exactly when he did it. They know, or they will within a couple days."

"You think..." I start.

"Yeah, I do. I just haven't figured out who it could be. I casually glanced around the room that morning but there were three other people on the phone that while Lance was talking, none of which seemed to be paying a damn bit of attention to us."

"Shit..."

"No kidding. I'm afraid that Justin will be next because he's determined to keep Lance away from me. I have to get back to the guys before anything can happen to him. If they make Lance do something to him, it could get ugly."

"Why?"

"Cuz J will fight back. They'll both be hurt. I can't allow that to happen, they mean way to much to me."

I pull him into a hug, "How about I take you back in the morning then? Will that be ok?"

He pulls back and looks into my eyes, "Thank you. I hope to high heaven I didn't just start something but it feels good to finally be able to tell someone. You have no idea how hard it was to keep all that shit to myself."

"No, I don't. I'm sorry you've had to deal with all this by yourself but I promise you that I will be there for you. If you guys need anything..." I'm cut off by a pounding on the door. "What the hell? Who the hell could that be at this hour?"

I walk to the door to find Joey standing there holding a bloody Justin in his arms and Chris with an unconscious Lance in his arms.

"Holy shit." I cry as I open the door. "What the hell happened?"

JC is up and attending to Justin before Joey has a chance to put him down on the bed that JC had just vacated.

"Put Lance on the other bed, do any of you know where the doctor went off to? He said he'd be back in a couple hours but he's been gone for 4 hours now?" I ask looking towards the clock.

"No, we went out with your friends, remember?" Joey states.

"Yeah, they should already all be back, but the doc wasn't with us." Chris agrees.

"I know, he left about a half hour after you guys left. So he (I point to Lance) wouldn't know where JC was. Why is he here now?"

"Well...we couldn't think of where to take them. I think..." Joey stops and looks towards JC who is now cleaning the blood from Justin's face and neck while glancing at Lance, all the while tears are running down his cheeks.

JC looks up to me, "I told you."

I walk into the bathroom, get two warm wash clothes, hand one to JC and begin to wash Lance with the other, "I wish you hadn't been right. What now?"

He looks to me and then from Joey to Chris, who had both moved to the couch and were watching us intently, "I think they need to know."

"But, if you do..."

"I know, but they need to know. It's not fair to them or Lance."

I nod, lean over and put a hand on his shoulder, "I'll take care of them. You tell them. You want me to get the others so you only have to do this once?"

He looks at me, "Why do they need to know?"

"Because, if they come in here and see these two, they're gonna want to kill Lance. I don't think I can keep them all from doing that. They need to know too. Maybe all of us together can figure something out." I smile at him, "I'll be here for you."

JC takes a deep breath, "Go ahead and call them. You're right. I don't think I'd blame them for wanting to kill someone right now, but I think maybe we should help them channel their hatred at the correct people."

I pick up the phone and dial DJ's room, "Hey, DJ. Can you get the guys and come down to my room? Yeah, it's important." I hang up, "They'll be here in a few minutes. I look to Joey and Chris, "You two need something to drink?"

Joey nods and Chris just stares off into space.

"That's not good. Could you get Chris something strong?"

"Preferably with more alcohol than soda." Chris states.

I smirk, "Yeah, I think I can do that." I put some ice in two glasses, then realize the others are probably gonna need something too so make it 5 glasses; pour some coke into the glasses.

"That's too much. More rum, less coke." Chris says.

I look to JC, he nods. "Ok, but no puking in my room man."

Chris smirks, "Don't worry. Haven't been that bad off in years."

"That's good to know man. That's good to know." I hand a glass to Joey and one to Chris and head for the door, opening it just before Murphy knocks.

"How'd you know we were out here?" Rodney asks.

"Take this and have a seat next to the others. Don't say a word until JC is done talking. You can ask questions when he's done."

I hand each of them a glass and watch them as they scan the room.

When DJ sees Justin he gets pissed, "What the hell..." He sees Lance in my bed, stops and looks at me, "Mark?"

"Just sit down, DJ. JC will explain what's going on. But first could you and Joey move Justin over here by Lance? That way I can work on them both while JC talks."

Joey and DJ both move towards Justin, gently pick him up and move him over next to Lance. They both return to their seats and all of them look to JC expectantly.

JC looks at me, takes a deep breath and begins his story for the second time that night. The guys are all amazingly quiet throughout the story. While JC is telling his story I get both Lance and Justin cleaned of most of the blood and stripped down to their boxers. To my relief and surprise I notice that most of the damage is superficial cuts and bruises, although it looks as if Lance probably has at least one broken rib and Justin has a couple of extremely nasty bruises on his forhead and one at the base of his skull.

Once the story has been told I look to the men in the room, "I think he needs to go to the hospital."

As I state this there is another pounding on the door. I walk over and open the door.

A very large black man is standing in the door, that I didn't recognize, "Can I help you?"

JC comes up behind me, "What is it Lonnie?" JC places a hand on my shoulder, "It's ok, he's the head of our security."

Lonnie looks around the room, "I was hoping I'd find you here. I had no idea where the others had taken off, but when House said he knew where you were I made him bring me here. Thank God you're all here. Something has happened and the police need to talk to you all."

"What? What's happened?" JC stammers.

I step back and let Lonnie into the room, "I think you better come in."

Lonnie walks in and visably relaxes when he sees Joey and Chris, but pales when his eyes land on the two young blondes lying on the bed. "What happened to them?"

"They got in a fight with each other." JC states coldly, "What's going on? Why do the cops want to talk to us?"

"Well...It seems they've found a body."

"And..." I prompt. "Why would they need these guys?"

"The body was Glen's."