The telephone had started to ring again, this time waking both Hebrew and Eric as well who as sleeping just beside the telephone table on the sofa.

Eric slightly groaned and he narrowly opened his eyes and stared at the continuously ringing telephone. He had no urge to pick it up, but he also had no urge to listen to its 'Tring! Tring!' anymore...

He straightened his hand to receive it but Hebrew got it first.

Eric looked up at Hebrew who looked like someone who had wakened up way too earlier. His hair perfectly combed, he was neatly dressed.

"Hello?" Hebrew answered.

"Mr Flynn Hebrew?" The other side said

"Yes...speaking!" He replied.

"Jessica Lennon this side, it was urgent so I had to call you."

Hebrew narrowed his eyes on the name since last night he didn't feel like trusting this woman anymore.

"Ahem!" He cleared his throat.

"Go ahead..."

"We have a huge breakthrough in this case," Hebrew narrowed his eyes even more.

"Mr Fernsby called Mr Stone, they're waiting for you at the lab so that they could proceed further. Me Fernsby said-"

"Holy-" Hebrew murmured and declined the call.

"What happened?" Eric stood up.

Hebrew looked at him, "I...gotta go. It's urgent." Without sparing any explanation to Eric Hebrew left the house sprinting towards the stairs.

Hebrew's mind was in chaos, he had woken up early today cause he knew it was the end now. His work was almost done now, Winchester was going to be accused as the murderer and hung to death one day. Now he could die peacefully.

This is what Hebrew had thought but, this one phone call turned his life upside down. He ran inside Fernby's lab as the taxi stopped.

He panted, "Good morning Mr Hebrew. You're alright?" Jessica asked keeping her hand on his shoulder.

He jerked her hand and looked straight at Robert, who stood there smirking.

"Mr Hebrew! Thank go you've come. Mr Robert told me that Winchester is the suspect, and so, I thought we should run a medical test to have another proof just in case."

Hebrew gulped, his throat went dry.

"But you see, he sent the samples yesterday night and I worked on it. I'm sorry to say, the results don't match. I think...he isn't the murderer."

Jessica's eyes widened, though she was standing there, she didn't know what the results were. They were kept a secret until Hebrew showed up.

Robert walked towards Hebrew, tapped his shoulder, "Better luck next time, Flynn. I know you desperately wanted Simon to be accused. But what to do, he isn't the murderer." He smirked once again and left with Winchester

Hebrew stood there looking in the void, he was shocked.

"Mr Hebrew!" Jessica called out his name.

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But to him, it sounded more like a muffled and faded one.

"Mr Hebrew!"

Everything once again everything blurred, in front of his eyes. Black spots started to appear. He couldn't stand and almost fell when he held on to the nearest table in the lab.

"Umph!" He grunted as his right side of the abdomen region got pressed against the corner of the table.

"Mr Hebrew, you alright?" Jessica asked trying to make him stand.

Hebrew nodded and stood up with her help.

"Just...need to go to the restroom."

He said and left the lab.

Fernsby looked at Jessica, his eyes concerned.

"What has happened to him? He never blacked out like that before."

Jessica shook her head, "It happened a few weeks ago too. I dunno the reason." She frowned...

Leaving the lab, Hebrew straight went towards the exit. His head was heavy and he was feeling dizzy. He walked straight up to the middle of the road and stopped a taxi and walking through its way.

"Adler street please..." His voice was gruff.

The taxi drove at its steady speed but the driver felt an extreme feeling of uncomfortable.

"Please be fast!" He gritted his teeth and the driver looked at him through the rearview mirror.

Hebrew was sweaty all over, he seemed restless as if he was in pain. His breaths were heavy and he kept one hand on his abdomen region while the other on the handle of the car's door.

The taxi drove at a high speed and within twenty minutes the taxi stopped in front of his apartment.

Giving the fare as quickly as possible Hebrew ran upstairs. Pulling himself to climb the stairs, each looked as if a big mountain to him. He knew if he didn't reach home any moment now...he might trip on the stairs or blackout.

Leaning on the railings of the staircase he was now finally at the front of the door of his house. The door was locked, he banged it. His bangs echoing for a while.

In the next moment the door opened and as soon as it did Hebrew fell forward.

"Flynn, what's wrong?" Eric asked as he held him.

Frowning he led him towards the sofa. Hebrew was panting. Checking his temperature Eric knelt beside his friend who was lying on the couch.

"Hey, Flynn... what's wrong with your health? You're all sweaty..." Eric whispered in concern.

"Let me..." He breathed in.

"Just rest..." He breathed out.

And went into a deep slumber...

"Flynn...why does it feel like something's too wrong that you can't even handle?" He whispered again.

~~~~~~

"Eva listen-"

"What?!" She yelled at him.

"Why can't I live a normal life? Why can't I tell anyone that I live with you."

"I never wanted our relationship to be built on threats and conditions?" Her eyes filled up as she frowned.

"There ain't any threat darling-"

"Really?" She stood up.

"Whom are lying? Eva, stop supporting them if you wanna see them alive and happy...Eva, if you just listen to me then only we can continue..." She stated.

"Aren't these threats and conditions?"

Tears streamed out of her eyes like a waterfall.

He stood up and his hands approached her.

"Don't!" She shook her index finger at him.

"Eva-"

"THIS WASN'T THE LIFE I'D EVER WANTED!" She yelled at the top of her lungs.

"You know what...just strangle me to death...it could be more beautiful than the life I am living..." She covered her throat with her own hands.

"Eva no!" He held her hands down.

"STOP IT!" He yelled

"Stop it and look at me..." He whispered.

"I am protecting you." Each word came out as an emphasis from his mouth.

"They won't spare you if they see you being involved with Flynn Hebrew."

"You know Whitechapel hates him. They'll murder you, Eva, if they know who you were to him."

His hands travelled from her hands to shoulder. He held her tightly.

"So I can't-" He gulped and looked down.

"I can't let you go out and meet him, or Eric or anyone related to them. That day you created enough chaos in front of the media. You know if they ran a background search on you they'll know who you are...They'll know everything, Eva. Do you want Flynn to suffer? Answer me!" He jerked her slightly.

She clenched her eyes letting unshed tears fall, and gradually shook her head.

"Oh! Don't cry, Eva..." He hugged her and caressed her hair.

"Don't you ever cry...I'll protect you at any cost, I promise..."