JOHN B FINALLY TOLD THEM WHAT HAD BEEN GOING ON. He and his dad had been AWOL for the past couple of days, and needless to say, none of them were happy about it. The father and son duo had been looking for El Dorado, the Lost City of Gold, just like Singh had been. It was yet another adventure about gold. Only this time, Big John had convinced his son that his friends were not trustworthy enough.

After getting mad at John B about it once he told them that they had lost their only lead, Bree headed back to her tree that she had been using as her home base for her wandering. She had tucked a jacket and the other things she needed in a hole on the other side and prayed that no one would steal them. She was leaning up against the tree when someone greeted, "Hey."

"Oh, hi," she replied, trying to play off the fact that she had almost jumped out of her skin as she looked up at the boy that she had met the other day, the one that had poked her with a stick to make sure she was till alive. Leo, she remembered.

He wiped his hand on his jeans, and he seemed like he was scared that she was going to bite him or something. He explained, "Sorry, I've just noticed that you've been staying at that tree for a while, and I was wondering if you wanted to come in for a drink or something."

"I don't wanna impose," she responded almost immediately. She really did not want to be a burden on anyone, especially this random boy that she barely knew.

"No, it's totally fine. Come on," he urged, gesturing for her to follow him as he began walking away. They reached his house, which was a one-story fairly similar to JJ's, and they sat on the porch and sipped on ice-cold Diet Cokes. He asked, "How's life now that you're back?"

She thought about it for a second, wondering how much she wanted to unload on this random kid. But no one had asked her how she was doing, and it felt nice to know that someone cared, even if he was doing it to just be polite. "Pretty sucky, if I'm being honest. There's too much and not enough going on at the same time, if that makes sense."

"Right, you lived on an island for a month, and now, you're back being a regular teenager," he replied, trying to understand. All he really knew about her was what he had heard about her and her friends. It seemed like she had been through hell and back a couple of times.

She nodded because that was kind of what she meant, but 'normal teenager' was not how she would have described her life. She was still climbing from motorcycles onto trucks and chasing down an old golden cross. "Something like that."

"So, what's with the tree?" he questioned, changing the subject. He had probably seen her out there almost every time he left his house because she was there a good majority of her time. She was pretty sure that her friends would have no clue how to find her if they needed her, but she walked over to Heyward's if she needed something because it was pretty close by.

She sighed. Because her parents were gone, because Kie's parents wouldn't let her stay, because John B was off with his dad, because she was on bad terms with JJ. "Oh, it's a long story, but basically, I have nowhere to stay."

"Where are your parents?" he asked, and she had known that that question had been coming.

She felt sorry for being so cryptic when he was helping her. She had practically inhaled the sandwich he made her because she had not eaten in a day or so. She answered, "Another long story."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to pry. That was so inappropriate," he apologized, but she just waved him off. He was a very open person, and she really wasn't. That wasn't his fault. There was a slightly-awkward moment of silence between them before he offered, "You can stay here if you need to. We have a spare room."

"No, I can't do that," she told him.

"It's okay, really," he insisted. He was far too trusting, inviting some unknown homeless girl into his house, but she was grateful that he did because she could not live in that tree any longer. "My parents are never home, and they don't care anyway. And I promise I'm not a murderer. I'd be an awful person if I let you live in a tree."

She sighed in relief, and she felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders from just that. "Thank you, really. You won't even know I'm here. I just need somewhere to sleep and keep some stuff."

"You're fine," he laughed out, and she continued to to thank the boy exaggeratedly. She was going to try to contribute in some way, so some chores and make them meals or something.

After they were done hanging out, she left to go get her very minimal amount of belongings that she had. However, as she stepped outside, she froze when she saw the all-too-familiar truck parked in front of the driveway. Her stomach dropped, and she breathed out. "What the hell?"

"Hey, Bree," Rafe greeted, and she whipped around to see him standing on her right, leaning up against the frame of the house. She had not seen him since the cargo ship, and they had not left on good terms.

She began to step back slowly, but he moved closer to her faster than she could move away. He had a smirk on his face, and she really did not like that. She asked, "How did you know I was here?"

"That's not what's important right now," he told her, waving her question off. She assumed that Barry had seen her or something. Every time he inched closer, her heart skipped a beat in fear. He could easily overpower her, which was terrifying. "What is important is that I heard you and your little friends tried to steal the cross the other night."

She nodded slowly, and she tried to look confident so that they could hopefully just have a conversation and move on. She added, "Then, I'm sure you know that we weren't successful."

"I do know that, yes. But I just thought I'd send Pope a message so that he doesn't try to steal from me again," he explained, and her eyes dropped to his hands as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out something long and shiny and pointed it right at her

A gun.

That was not the first time that Bree had stared down the barrel of the gun, but it was definitely the most scared she had been while doing it. All of the other times, it was just another thing in the haze of bad, but this time, she knew that he would do it. He would pull the trigger. She laughed, "You're not gonna shoot me, Rafe."

"Are you sure about that?" he quizzed. No, she wasn't sure. She definitely was not sure, but she had to act like it.

"Hey, Bree, you forgot your jack—" Leo started, and the door swung closed behind him. Both of their heads whipped toward him, and he looked up and stopped when he saw the situation that was happening in front of them. He dropped the jacket, and his eyes went wide. "Oh, what the fuck?"

Bree winced as the gun shifted to point at him. Rafe furrowed his eyebrows, looking back at her and asking, "Who the hell is this?"

"He had nothing to do with anything, Rafe. Just let him go," Bree responded, shaking her head. There was no way that she was going to let Leo get hurt because of her when he had no clue about anything. She was honestly prepared to take a bullet for him just because he was innocent, and she wasn't.

Rafe made a face, one that she really didn't like. He had killed before, and it wouldn't make that much of a difference to him to kill again. It was not ideal, but it wasn't awful either. "Well, you see, I'm not exactly supposed to be here, and I can't have him running around and telling people."

"He's not going to, I promise. Just let him go," she begged.

He furrowed his eyebrows, seemingly confused about something as he glanced back and forth between Leo and the girl. His head tilted, and he knew what he was doing when he said, "I thought you were screwing Maybank?"

"Rafe..." she started because he was really starting to make her angry. However, being angry did nothing because he was the one with the gun, not her. It did not matter what she was feeling.

"Anyway, back to the point. I can't have you guys taking things from me. It's a bad look. Although, the cross won't be a problem anymore," he informed her with a smirk that sent chills down her spine. He stepped closer to her and leaned in so that she could feel his breath as he said in her ear, "You wanna know why? Because I melted it down."

Her entire body froze, partly because Rafe fucking Cameron was too close to her but mostly because of what he had just dropped. There was no way, right? He wouldn't melt it down. Most of the cross's value was from the historical aspect of it. It was hollow, so it didn't even have that much gold. He wouldn't do that. "No. Even you wouldn't be that stupid."

"I thought it was rather smart," he countered, and she used the opportunity of him being so close to bring her knee up into his groin hard. He groaned and dropped the gun, keeling over in pain.

"Leo, run!" she shouted, and she took off down the road with the brunette boy on her heels. Rafe was scrambling to pick up the gun, and the two sprinting ducked when they heard the first gunshot. Two more followed, and pain shot through Bree's right arm. She grabbed it and glanced down, breathing out a sigh of relief when she saw that she had just been nicked by the bullet.

She whipped her head back to Leo, but he seemed to be okay as well. They were in the trees before long, and the gunfire stopped, meaning Rafe had given up or was getting in his car to get them. However, thank God that Heyward's was nearby. She yelled, "Come on, I know a place!"

They did not stop until they were safely on the dock at the store, and Leo was hyperventilating, asking her dozens of questions that she did not answer. She was silent while she checked for someone she knew around the shop. She breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw Cleo and JJ sitting by the back door, and she jogged over to them.

"Woah, woah, what happened to you?" JJ asked, jumping to his feet when he saw the state that she was in. She was out of breath, shaken up, and there was blood dripping down her arm.

She took a few seconds to calm down, and it was mostly just her trying to catch her breath. Leo had found a paper bag to breathe into for the time being. She felt bad for not explaining to him, but she had to talk to her friends first. "Rafe. He shot me."

"What?!" the two exclaimed, their eyes widening.

She waved them off because that really wasn't that big of a deal when you compared it to the other things they had done. She had jumped from a motorcycle to a truck in motion the other night. She was pretty much invincible. "It's a long story, he told me something that we need to tell Pope."

"That he melted down the cross?" Cleo guessed, and Bree looked at her in confusion, wondering how the hell she already knew. She gestured over to the boy across from her. "Yeah, JJ already told us."

"Hold up, are you okay?" the blonde boy asked, stopping the conversation about the cross and making his way over to her. He grabbed her arm and lifted it up so that he could see the damage.

She nodded, allowing him to look at it as she replied, "Yeah, it just grazed me. Where's Pope?"

"He's gone. He said something about being tired of being the good guy," he answered, licking his finger and bringing it down to the cut to try and wipe away some of the blood. He glanced up and did a double take when he saw the unknown boy standing there and watching them. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm Leo," he told him.

JJ then turned to Bree for an explanation because she did not seem alarmed that he was there. She was surprised that he had not been noticed sooner. She said, "He was with me just now when Rafe shot at us."

"Is someone going to explain to me what the hell just happened?" Leo asked, and it was a fair question. He deserved an explanation as to why he was just fucking shot at in front of his house and why no one was making a bigger deal out of it.

"Any one of y'all moved the pistol from in there? The one I keep under the register?" Heyward questioned, walking outside quickly. His eyes immediately landed on the blonde boy, knowing that he was the most likely suspect. "JJ?"

The boy raised his hands up in the air in defense. He did not question why the man just assumed that it was him because it was kind of a fair conclusion to jump to. "Whoa, okay. I didn't touch it. Okay?"

"Yeah, well, somebody did 'cause it's gone. Dang it. I gotta find it," the man exclaimed before storming back inside anxiously.

As soon as he was back inside, all three of the Pogues whipped their heads toward each other because they had a good idea where that gun went. There were very few people who knew where it was and even fewer people that had a motive to steal it. "It's him."

"Yeah, he's going after Rafe," JJ confirmed with a nod. He pointed at himself and then Cleo. "I'll check Tannyhill. You take the marina."

The two went their separate ways, and Bree furrowed her eyebrows, wondering why she had not received an assignment. She jogged after him, and Leo walked briskly behind her. She called, "Hey, JJ, we're coming with you."

"What? No, he can't come," he insisted, gesturing to the brunette boy behind her. It made sense. He had never met this kid before, and now she wanted to bring him on a mission to stop their best friend from killing the man that had almost killed him. The situation was weird.

She scoffed, "He can't go home! What if Rafe is still there?"

"That's not my problem!" he shouted back, and she gave him a look. He stared at her for a few seconds, and he hated it when she wasn't happy. So, he finally agreed. "Okay, fine, but he better not slow us down."

"I did cross country," Leo informed them, and Bree was not sure what that had to do with anything. She guessed that he was trying to point out that he could run and that he had good endurance, but that was a little much.

JJ just nodded slowly, unsure of how to respond to that. He just replied, "That's...That's great, man!"