Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 73 Start All Over

*Trisha*

James has sobered up fast and now back to not only "depressed James", but frustrated, coordination lacking James.  His frustrations have gotten the best of him, so we leave him alone. He sits on the couch petting his dog and it truly does break my heart to see James this way. Aside from Shower sex, he doesn't want me or my help with anything. But that's not my main concern at the moment. 

My main concern is why the hell Nate is walking into the apartment, with Paul behind him. Something's up. Paul heads straight to his room without saying a word.

"You all look happy. What's going on?" Nate asks.

"What the hell did you do, Nate?" My eyes follow Paul then glare at Nate. He fucked something up. I can tell.

"Evan's with Julia for now." He answers dryly.

"You LEFT her there with Evan and not PAUL?" James stands up with an angry look on his face.

"With JEREMY there?" I add.

"Evan is good. Paul called him. Rossi needs a break. Just for a few days." Nate plops down on the couch and Maggie makes her way to him.

"Paul said he needs a break? Paul would never say he-"

"I say it, ok Trisha? He made a mistake."

"Paul doesn't MAKE mistakes, Nate." I cross my arms.

"Exactly. Which is why he needs a few days to rest and recharge. Refocus and then get his head back in the game." 

"What kind of mistakes??" James asks now wanting to know details.

"He didn't check the apartment before Julia went in. So, he didn't notice the front door was unlocked. I walked right into the fucking apartment, and they were both asleep on the couch. Paul would normally bolt up out of a dead sleep the second he sensed someone in the room. He didn't. He's exhausted. And because he didn't check the apartment first, he didn't know her bedroom door was fucked with and doesn't lock."

"What the hell do you mean fucked with and doesn't lock?" James's chest begins heaving a little harder as the anger rises to his face which is uncommon for James.

"I don't fucking trust Donovan. The door was tampered with. If Paul and I weren't there with Julia tonight...Jeremy could have walked right in. And then right into her bedroom."

"And you fucking left her with the new guy..." James mutters.

"I'm going to call him in a minute for an update."

"You left her there..." He glares at Nate in disbelief.

"What choice do I have Gallo?! Jesus." Nate shakes his head and walks to his room to make the phone call.

I knock on Paul's door before opening it to see him sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.

"Hey hotstuff. What happened?" I sit down next to him.

"I fucked up, Trish."

"Yeah, well Nate fucks up left and right so he shouldn't be reprimanding anyone."

"I didn't do my job."

"Hey." I nudge him a little with my shoulder. "You've been doing your job for over ten years with a clean sheet. Not once have you made a mistake. You were overdue." I stand up. "I'll go make you a cup of coffee." I leave the room to give him a moment to himself.

Five minutes later Nate comes back into the living room. Everyone watches Paul jet out of the apartment. I glance at James who looks confused. Tired and confused.