<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #80FF80">Carlos Delgado</span></span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/75418b36-82bd-4b2f-bdff-d44eb7e2deaf_zpsb78abdde.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Carlos was still working through his initial shock, but he knew that he had no right to accuse Lea of anything. If he wouldn't have run away from her, she may have never gone down so far this road.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I mean, a whole gallon ziplock bag full of pills, Carlos! Did you think I was going to take all those by myself?"</span><br/><br/>Now that she pointed it out he realised that heshould have seen that too. But he had been so frustrated from seeing her like this, that he had not been able to make one coherent thought at that time.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"I should have noticed that something was off with that. But I had not been my usual self at that time. Seeing you like that and realising that I had fucked up wasn't making my mind working on extra hours. I had been in some tunnel, just wanted to remove anything that might get you on your next high..."</span><br/><br/>He already called himself an idiot that he had missed that and her next words just poured some more salt in his wounds. Maybe he should really forget about being a PI, if he missed so many details.<br/><br/><span style="color: #80FF00">"I just...I don't want every penny I make to be because I used my body. Believe it or not, it doesn't make me feel good to strip or perform sexual favors for cash. I know that being a middle man isn't much better, but fuck--at least I don't get groped..."</span><br/><br/>When her mood swang to the other side like a pendulum and she got bitter on his actions, he could understand her pretty well. He would have felt the same in her position and she didn't need to accuse him that he put her into trouble by flushing down those pills. He was accusing himself already enough of it. The moment he wanted to speak up, the pendulum swung to the other side again and she was all misery and accusing herself. Carlos wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his breast.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF8000">"No, it is not your fault, Lea. I can't be the hangman here and call out your crimes, when I had done nothing to stop you from falling. And you are right, I should have understood that those pills weren't for you. I have fucked up and I will think of a way to correct it. The last thing I want is you getting in trouble about that or selling your body again for coming up with the money. I brought you in this shit, I will bring you out of it again. I take the blame and I think I can find an agreement with those guys. They will understand that we had no other chance than to flush them down the toilet with Starsky and Hutch at your door. And they won't come after you, knowing that I am with the force. We find a solution..."</span><br/><br/>He had no idea how he would come away with that, as the bag was probably worth ten grand on the streets, but he would find a way. He always found a way in the past and he had to keep Lea safe. There was no choice, he would get his hands dirty again, probably.</div>