ficthepainaway:

Imagine Jacob finding out that Freddy was getting transferred to Whitechapel. Imagine Jacob buying champagne and making sure it was the good stuff because he knows Freddy saves all his money and would never drink good champagne otherwise. Imagine Jacob vaulting through the window of Freddy’s office and scaring the bejesus out of him, Freddy knocking over a stack of paperwork and trying to cover his embarrassment with frustration, all, “Damn it all, Jacob, I though I told you to never do that again.” Imagine Freddy pulling late nights at the office, and too tired to go home he walks the three blocks to Jacob’s run down little flat. Imagine Freddy pacing outside Jacob’s door for a full five minutes, not sure if he should knock. Imagine Jacob opening the door and leaning his head against it, smiling when Freddy asks, “Do you mind if I stay here tonight?” Imagine Jacob watching from the rooftops as Freddy looks down at another of Jack’s victims, Jacob thinking be safe, be safe, be safe.