The sky's hidden behind the clouds and a thick fog has settled over everything in the surrounding area. Annabel loves this kind of weather and so does Harry. It's a perfect day to stay in bed and look at the sky and maybe even have sex if they're up for it.

Harry's kissing her neck and slowly inching his hand down to her underwear. His fingers have just grazed the soft fabric when there's a succession of heavy knocks on the door. Harry sighs because he knows that no one comes out here and it's probably someone important that he shouldn't ignore, like his landlord.

Annabel smiles up at him, "Leave it, they'll come back."

Looking at her in the soft light, with a smile on her lips and a gentle look in her eyes, he can't seem to make himself pull away from her and the crazy things that she does to him.

Harry gently pushes her hair out of her eyes and smiles at her fondly before he leans in and presses his lips to hers. Annabel smiles into their kiss and wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer.

Things have been pretty stagnant between them since he came back with blood on his hands and inadvertently told her that he loves her. She needed some time for her back to heal and he needed some time to really think about what he's doing and how he wants to proceed.

He's been pretty gentle with her since then, rubbing ointment into her cuts, reading to her because she couldn't lay on her back and it was uncomfortable reading on her stomach. And it's nice like this, when they're gentle and passionate with each other instead of wild and rough. It gives them space to really feel everything and to know that they're alive and that they're in this together.

They only get a few kisses in before the knocking continues and forces them apart. Harry groans and runs a hand through his hair. He hates it when people just show up at his door, especially when he's just relaxing and getting lost for a while.

Annabel smiles up at him, "We'll finish this later."

Harry groans because he doesn't want to finish later, they haven't even started yet. He rolls off of her and steps out of bed, "It better be the landlord and not some girl scout."

Annabel laughs as she follows him and steps out of bed as well. "Don't eat her cookies. I'll be in the shower."

Despite his irritation, Harry laughs as he throws on a pair of sweatpants and heads downstairs to answer the door. Whoever it is really wants to get in and their insistent knocking is giving him a headache.

He opens the door and his eyes almost widen in shock. Two policemen are standing there in uniform and he doesn't know if they've caught him or if they're there for something else.

Harry does his best to act calm and confused instead of panicked, "How can I help you officers?"

Each of them share a look before staring at him intensely, "We need to ask you some questions pertaining to the disappearance of Madison Healy."

He does his best to act surprised and concerned, his expression changing to match the mood he's putting off. "Maddison's disappeared? We just saw her a few weeks ago...Yeah, yeah please come in."

The officers take a seat on the couch and Harry sits opposite of them on the love seat. It's awkwardly silent for a long moment before the officers decide that they can start asking questions.

"How long have you known Maddison?"

Harry doesn't bother to hide the truth in that because there's nothing wrong with meeting her at a bar. People meet other people at bars all the time.

"Not very long. My girlfriend and I met her at a bar a few weeks ago."

The one on the left wrote something down and Harry forced his fingers to remain still and not fiddle nervously because it might be what gets him caught.

"We have a few witnesses that have you and your girlfriend taking her home, is that correct?"

He lets some of his nervousness out because it's normal to feel a little awkward when telling, well, anyone about the things that happen with your sex life.

Harry clears his throat and shifts in his seat, "Yes, that's correct."

There's some more writing before another question is thrown at him, "What happened after you two brought her here?"

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, his cheeks flushing, "We uh...we had a threesome and then she went home."

Each of them give him a look before the fatty on the left asks, "Did you hear her leave?"

Harry shakes his head, it's almost impossible to hear anything upstairs because the rooms are pretty sound proof. "No, the television was on and we were still upstairs. It's hard to hear things upstairs because of the thick walls that the last owner put in."

"Is your girlfriend here? We'd like to talk to her as well."

He knows that it's better not to lie to them because they'll look further into it if he does and they'll be angry, so he sticks to the truth again.

"Yeah, she's in the shower. I'll go get her."

He heads upstairs, making sure to take his time so that they don't think he's scared of being caught. Annabel's standing naked in the middle of the room and drying her hair when he rushes in.

It's incredibly difficult to keep his thoughts from wandering to dirty places when she's standing there like that, but he has to tell her what's going on and he has to make it quick.

"The cops are downstairs asking about Maddison. I told them that we took her home for a threesome and then she left. We couldn't hear anything when she left because we were watching TV and it's hard to hear up here because the walls are really thick. They want to talk to you, so make it quick so that we don't piss them off of make them suspicious."

Annabel had to listen closely to hear him because he was whispering and speaking incredibly fast, faster than she'd ever heard him speak before actually. But she caught what he said and her eyes widened.

"Do you think they know?"

Harry shakes his head quickly, "No, they just know that she was here the day before she disappeared. Stick to the story I told you and act the part and we'll be fine. I have to go back downstairs or they'll think I told you what's going on."

He leaves without another word and Annabel dresses quickly, throwing on a bra and one of his t-shirts and a clean pair of his briefs because they're basically like shorts on her anyway. She pulls her hair up in a messy bun and heads downstairs to answer the questions that Harry's already prepared her for.

She says a soft hello and asks what's going on. The two cops let Harry fill her in and he tells her what he's already told her, except this time in a sincere way that left out their alibi.

Annabel feigns shock and looks at Harry with wide eyes, "Someone kidnapped Madison?"

One of the officers answered for him, "That's what it looks like right now. We won't know more until we can gather further information. Is it alright if we ask you a few questions?"

She nods and it's her turn to play the part. Harry's evaded the cops before and she trusts him to get them out of this.

"Witnesses tell us that you and your boyfriend took her home with you from a bar a few streets down. Is that true?"

Annabel nods again, "Yes, we met her at the bar and brought her home a few weeks ago."

"What happened after the three of you made it back here?"

She blushes furiously and ducks her head a little in pretend embarrassment, "It's a little personal and graphic, I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable. After we got home, we uh...we went upstairs and had a threesome for about an hour or so. Maddison looked at the clock when we were done and said that she had to get home and she left after that."

Annabel waits patiently with pouted lips and sad eyes as they scribble down what she's told them.

"Did you hear her leave? Any strange sounds outside or anything?"

Annabel shakes her head, "No, we'd turned the TV on after we were done and we stayed upstairs as she let herself out. It's really hard to hear things up there when the TV's on because the walls are really thick and the sound kind of gets trapped in the room."

The thinner one on the right glances at her arms and asks her a question that neither of them were really expecting. "What happened to your arms?"

She looks down to notice some bruising from the sex that they had a few days ago and the scars from the time Harry had accidentally tried to kill her. Annabel ducks her head and plays bashful, "I was depressed for a while and tried to kill myself."

The officer on the left lifts an eyebrow, "And the bruises?"

Annabel flushes, "Oh, those are from sex. I'm...I'm a bit of a masochist and I like it rough."

The last bit of information is a little much and neither officer knows what to say, which was her plan in the first place.

Each men stands to their feet and smooths out their uniform, "Well, I think we have all the information we need." The man on the left hands Annabel a card, "If you find anything else, please don't hesitate to let us know. Thank you for your cooperation this afternoon."

Harry and Annabel follow them to the door, Annabel grabs her hand and acts like she's upset, "I hope that you find her and that she's alright."

The thinner officer turns around and offers her a sad smile, "Us too."

They leave without another word and each of them sigh the moment the door falls shut.

"Fuck."

Annabel looks at Harry with concern and a bit of panic behind her eyes, "What do we do now?"

Harry starts to pace the room and pull at the roots of his hair, "We can't leave, then they'll be even more suspicious. We have to clean up and lay even lower for a while."

"Do you think they'll come back?"

Harry nods to the floor and finally lifts his eyes to meet hers, "Yes, they don't have any other leads and our alibi is weak because we're each other's alibi."

Annabel frowns and takes his hand, "Tell me what to do, and I'll help you."

"We have to pull up the wooden floors and burn those and the tarp that I had underneath. Then we have to put in the flooring again with the extras in the attic. We have to burn the sheets and buy new ones and make the room less pristine. We'll figure the rest out after that. But first I need to head out and burry the stuff from my closet."

She nods and he presses his forehead against hers, "We'll get out of this, I promise. But I need you to promise me something."

Annabel closes her eyes and nods again before he continues, "If we do get caught, put the blame on me. It was my idea and I'm the one that did it. Tell them that I threatened to kill you too if you didn't play along. Promise me that you'll do that for me."

She doesn't want to turn him in, but he doesn't want her to throw her life away and rot in jail because he pulled her down with him. And she knows exactly why he wants her to lie and give him up instead.

"Okay."

And then the cleanup begins. They spend the rest of the day tearing apart the flooring in the guest room and then reinstalling the extra wooden flooring that Harry was smart enough to buy just in case something like this happened.

Harry buries his collection of tools somewhere far from the house and under a rock that he's sure they won't look under. They'll start with the lakes first and he's smarter than them, has been for years and that's why he hasn't been caught yet.

Annabel drives to the store and picks up the same set of sheets and pays with cash so the police won't have a trail to follow. She knows just as well as Harry does that they're going to start monitoring where they go and what they buy and today is the only day they have before they start.

Once the floors and the sheets are taken care of, they mess up the room a bit to make it look less pristine and less suspicious. By the time that the moon takes its place in the sky, they're standing in their back yard, watching the colorful flames dance in front of their eyes as the evidence turns to ash.

Harry's standing behind Annabel with his hands around her waist and his head in her shoulder.

"They won't catch us if I have anything to do with it. I'll keep you safe."

Annabel closes her eyes and leans into him, "Just don't leave me alone."

His voice is low and extremely sensual in her ear, "Never, you're mine."