You’re boyfriend Jinxx was on tour with his band, Black veil Brides.
He was on a year tour and it had been 14 months since you had seen him.
He didn’t know you were an FBI Agent because he had been gone so long.
You had been an agent for officially 6 months.
You had a new case.
It was only supposed to take 5-7 hours, you were told.
That was good because Jinxx would be home in 12 hours.
You couldn’t wait to see him.
But you had to focus on the mission.
You were trying to capture members of a Russian gang.
You and a team of over 10 agents were ready to swarm the place.
As you burst in, guns began to go off everywhere.
A canister that emitted smoke and a bright light was released, blinding you.
You had no idea what was happening until a hood was placed over your head and your gun was taken.
You felt yourself being thrown into some sort of vehicle before something hit your head, knocking you out.
When you awoke, you were strapped to a cold metal table with a man holding a towel and bucket of water next to you.
“Let’s have some fun, Agent,” he grinned sickeningly.
A month passed.
A month of torture, pain, and screams.
You were going through your daily drowning exercise.
The towel was over your face as they poured the bucket.
You instinctively tried to break free of your restraints.
All of a sudden, you heard the door being broken down and heard gunfire everywhere.
The water stopped pouring and the towel was removed.
As you gasped for air and spluttered out water, you were set free and taken into a medical helicopter.
You were checked out as you flew back to HQ.
You were given the “Okay” to return home and was driven back to Jinxx, whom you learned had been informed of everything.
When you shakingly entered, you were met by hugs from the whole band.
You cringed as they swarmed you and withdrew, shrinking to the side of the Agent assigned to your side.
“Y/N? Baby? What’s wrong?” Jinxx asked.
“She seems to be uncomfortable with the crowd. Take it easy, guys, on at a time,” the agent spoke for you.
The boys understood and hugged you carefully, and individually.
It took a week for you to get better.
The agent was gone and it was just you and Jinxx.
Jinxx was in the shower and you were washing dishes.
You had gone back to work immediately, so you still had on your holster.
You heard footsteps behind you and pictured the man who had tortured you, returning to finish the job.
You felt a tightness in your chest and could hear your heart pounding in your ears.
The footsteps got closer and you dropped the plate you were holding, pulling out your gun, and aiming at the enemy behind you.
“Y/N!” Jinxx shouted, his hands raised in fear.
You dropped your gun.
“Oh my God, Jinxx. I’m so sorry… I thought… I swear… I… I’m sorry,” you muttered.
Jinxx slowly approached you and hugged you tightly.
“You thought i was him, didn’t you?” he asked.
You nodded, as tears slowly began to fall from your eyes.
“Baby, I think you have PTSD,” he said slowly, “I’m no doctor, but it’s worth getting examined. And i think you should take a break from work for a while. It’s just not okay to send you back so soon.”
“I’m sorry,” you whispered into his chest.
“Don’t be, baby, It’s not your fault,” he said.
“Please don’t leave me,” you begged.
“I won’t. I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too. So much,” you told him.
“I’m going to help you get through this,” he responded.
You nodded.
“And the band will help you, too,” he smiled.
You gave him a small smile back.
“We’ll get through this together, I swear.”
