The next morning, Gabby quietly walks into the hotel room. She gave the girls some one on one time, and she had her own fun last night.
Coming in, she sees Emerson laying on Delilah's stomach, and Delilah fast asleep with their hands intertwined. Taking a few pictures, Gabby sends them in the group chat, and heads to take a shower.
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✨ChiFam✨
ErinHalstead: my babies🥰
OurFavKevin: I swear Emerson sleeps through anything
AdamPop: I'm gonna say Delilah didn't wake up because she's jetlagged
GrandmaLiv: They are so cute
GabbyCasey: I swear they are such goals!
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Waking up to Lilah running her hands through my curls, I lift my head and look around for Gabby, "she left like three hours ago, it's one in the afternoon." Kissing her cheek, I reluctantly get up and head for the bathroom.
Doing my 'morning' routine, I grab my phone to see many texts from family. Of course, Gabby took pictures of us before she left. It's the godmother in her.
After finishing my routine, I head back and get back into bed. Of course, Lilah laughs, "up! Let's go get some food, your mom called me as well. She wants us to come by the 21st afterward."
Groaning, I reluctantly grab the keys, and throw on Lilah's hoodie. "You ready shortie"
"I really don't see the reason for calling me short when I'm 6'2. You're the short one at 5'7" sticking my tongue out at her, I slip a hotel key into my back pocket and close the door.
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As Emerson and Delilah walk up the steps of the 21st, they are met with desk sergeant Trudy Platt. "What do you two want? Here to clear a weed charge with daddy's money?"
"First, it would be appreciated to look at who you're talking to. Secondly, who said we didn't have daddy issues?-" getting a look from her girlfriend, Emerson returns to the task at hand, "my parents work in intelligence. Can you call down Erin Lindsay"
Giving a puzzling look, the desk sergeant obliges; and the two girls sit close by. Hand in hand, the girls quietly talk about their upcoming homecoming dance and what they will be wearing.
Seeing Hank come down the stairs instead of her mother, Emerson is hoping she's just tied up in a phone call. "Emerson, we gotta talk upstairs, Trudy."
Following Hank, Emerson holds onto the tight grip she has on Lilah's hand. Right now, she's trying hard to stay in the moment, but if anything has happened to her mother, she won't be able to.
Coming face to face with the unit, Emerson glances over at her Uncle Adam, and her Uncle Kevin. "What's going on Hank? Where's my mom? She told us to meet her here earlier"
"Emerson, your mother had been kidnapped. And we believe it's the man from the ongoing case" Shocked, Emerson didn't feel Lilah wrap her arm around her, "Jesse Smith has my mother?"
Wiping her tears, Emerson looks out to the whole unit, "you people know this city better than we ever could. Find her." Turning to Hank, "Can we stay at 51 with Gabby?" Giving a nod to his grandchild, Hank requests for two patrolmen to give an escort to the girls.
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Trouvaille
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