You passed by your house to get clothes for the next day and then travelled back to Sinclair's estate. You chatted about the movie, what you enjoyed and what you didn't. This then led to Sinclair talking about how much he loved prison TV shows, especially porridge which was a comedy show.
Sinclair pulled up to the house and you both got out. However Sinclair immediately saw something was wrong, the door was open, he hid behind you, looking over your shoulder in worry.
"What's wrong?" you ask.
"The door is open" Sinclair whined.
You looked over and saw it, getting worried yourself.
"Did I forget to lock the door?" he asked, thinking. "No, I always do" he went white as a sheet. "What if it is burglars?" he asked, scared.
You sighed, you wanted to spend time with Sinclair but now someone has ruined it for you, not on your watch.
"We have to go in" Sinclair murmured, pushing you toward the door. You looked back at the frightened man and rolled your eyes.
Sneaking to the door you entered and picked up a heavy walking stick which you brandished, ready to smack anyone in your way. Sinclair crept after you, skittish at every noise.
"Police!" you called out.
"shh (y/n) that would just-" Sinclair started.
"Police!" you called again. "We know you are here, come out"
Silence.
You frowned and started to check each room. Things were trashed, glasses were thrown on the floor, cushions ripped to threads and things smashed. Sinclair stared at the mess and started to weep silently, the things he had collected, most was his late mother's, were now destroyed. His eyes fell on a small sculpture of a monkey his mother left him, he had always loved it and it reminded him of her. But now it was on the floor of the sitting room, broken into three pieces. You heard him cry, so, putting the stick down you hugged him gently, stroking his hair.
"All I wanted to do was have some food, watch TV and go to bed" he murmured through tears and sniffs, resting his head under your neck.
"I know darling." you cooed. "That's what I wanted to do as well."
"Now everything is destroyed" he wailed. "Who would do something like this to me, to us?" he asked, nuzzling his tear streamed face into your neck further.
"I don't know love" you murmured. "We can call the police and get this sorted, okay?"
Sinclair nodded, still crying into your neck. You gently rocked him, trying to stop the tears.
Slowly he stopped crying and you let go, Sinclair, wiping his tears and getting out his phone, calling 999 with shaky fingers.
The police surprisingly were really quick and searched the house to find none but more damage. Sinclair has busied himself, finding the superglue and fixing the little monkey. He smiled, tears running down his eyes as he fixed it, placing it back on the mantlepiece where it belonged.
The police questioned you both, Sinclair still shaky and holding your hand through it all. "Do you know of anyone who would have a motive to do this?" the woman officer asked.
"No" Sinclair mumbled.
"What about that woman who was trespassing?" she asked.
"Natalie?" Sinclair asked. "No, she knows" suddenly it hit him like a ton of bricks. It was her. Who else knew the code to the alarm? Who else knew what else would have known exactly what to break to get at him.
"Sir?" the officer asked. "Are you okay?"
"No" Sinclair mumbled. "It was her, none else would have done this"
"We will bring her in for questioning but for now I suggest finding another place to stay for the time being"
"Where?" Sinclair asked, putting his head in his hands.
"My place" you said, squeezing his hand.
"Thank goodness for your place" he mumbled, squeezing back.
The police soon left, getting all the information they could. You and Sinclair grabbed everything important, turned the alarm on again and locked the door. Sinclair was in took much shock to drive so you took the wheel and drove to your place. You kept looking at Sinclair who sat next to you, he decided to take the porcelain monkey, cradling it gently in his fingers.
"has the monkey got a name?" you ask.
"It's called monkey" Sinclair answered. "And I love them so much" he stroked the top of the head and sighed.
"You mentioned something about your mum" you mumbled, unsure if he wanted to talk about the past.
"My mum used it to play with me, I was the lion and she was the monkey. When my mother died when I was ten I took it to boarding school, when I missed my mum I would hold it and think back to her playing with me" Sinclair sniffed. "I wished I could use it to play with my own kids one day" he sighed, stroking the figure gently. "I could tell them the stories my mother used and be the person I never had for them." he sighed. "I wonder if she could see my now, what she would think of what I become, if she is proud of me"
"I bet she would be very proud of you" you said, parking in front of your house. You took his hand and kissed it gently. "She sounds like she was a wonderful woman."
"She was" Sinclair mused, looking down at the monkey. "She always had the time to play with me" he smiled, squeezing it slightly in his other hand.
You stayed in the car for a few moments before Sinclair unclipped his belt and you let go of his hand. You both got into the house and Sinclair placed it on the mantlepiece where you could have a better look at it.
It was very cute and you patted it on the head before going off and finding Sinclair. He had started cooking something little, seeing as you had eaten already that night.
"I am sorry (y/n)" Sinclair mumbled, placing the toasted sandwiches he was making into the oven.
"for what?" you asked.
"For Natalie." Sinclair mumbled. "you don't deserve to be mixed up with my crazy ex"
"Don't be sorry, you aren't telling Natalie to do this" you mumbled. "You have nothing to apologise for"
Sinclair sighed, shuffling around the kitchen to fill the kettle.
"Seriously Sinclair" you said. "None of this is your fault"
Sinclair sighed again, clicking the kettle on and turning to you. "I guess not" he murmured.
"I guess not?" you asked, poking his stomach. He laughed slightly, being ticklish. You grinned and started to tickle him more.
"Oh (y/n)" he laughed, tickling you back. You both laughed loudly and fell onto the floor, keeping up your tickle fight until you were both exhausted and breathed heavily.
"Thank you (y/n)" Sinclair mumbled, putting a kiss onto your head. "I have no idea what I would do without you"
"and I gave no idea what I would do without you" you answered, stroking his hair lovingly.
Sinclair kissed your lips, pulling you into him and cradling you in his arms. You grabbed his shoulders and kissed back.
Your kissing was ceased by the timer going off that the toasted sandwiches were done.
Sinclair let go of your lips and smiled, patting your head and getting up. You made the tea as Sinclair put the sandwiches on plates and together yous at, snuggled into each other, watching porridge.