𝒜 𝐿𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑀𝑜𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒷𝒾𝓀𝑒 ~~ 𝑅𝑜𝓈𝒶 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓏 𝓍 𝐹𝑒𝓂𝒶𝓁𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇

Chapter XXI - Mould and Meetings

T/W: kidnapping and violence

The concreate box seemed to get darker and lonelier every day you were kept in it. The mould had a rotting stench that you had hoped you would get used to but never did. It seemed to thicken the air to a point where it was only just breathable.

A small trickle of sweat dribbled down your face and as it was about to hit the floor, a large hand whipped it away with a gentleness you hadn't felt in a long time. Instinctively, you leaned into the hand, seeking comfort in this moment of presumed kindness.

"Don't tell me you're getting Stockholm syndrome, you're not exactly my type." A voice sneered at you. Its cold words echoed around the room, breaking you out of the fleeting feeling of comfort you had felt moments earlier.

"You know it's funny, I meant to kidnap Rosa, but you're so much more valuable. A lot of people want revenge after that undercover work you did. Quite the stunt you pulled." You knew the voice belonged to Kimble, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction to what he said. So instead, you continued staring blankly at the floor.

"Listen here you little bitch. Look at me when I'm talking to you." As he said this, he grabbed your face, so you were close enough to smell his sweat mixing with his cheap cologne. His odour made you feel ill as he pulled you closer and closer to him. Now inches away from each other, his hollow eyes stared back at yours, his hair almost grazing your forehead.

"It's been nice talking to you. I would tell you more about your fate, but I'd hate to ruin such a great surprise" He turned away, getting ready to leave, before pausing and glancing back at you.

"Just to make sure you don't fall too madly in love with me" And with that, he raised his hand, before delivering a swift backhand. You were too tired to move away and so his hand went straight through the right side of your face, his rings slicing through as the slap landed, leaving two clean crimson cuts straight through your cheek. With that, he left you yet again, his footsteps echoing into nothing.

~~Back at the nine-nine~~

"Okay idiots. Team meeting NOW!"

"But we have a Mama Maglione in the microwave" Hitchcock and Scully chirped, before looking up at Rosa and realised they had made a mistake. Rosa, already hyped up on anxiety, determination, and a new lead, marched over to the microwave, unplugged it from the wall and lifted the entire thing – lasagne still inside – into the rubbish bin nearby. The two men, now holding back tears, awkwardly shuffled into the briefing room.

"Okay guys, I'm not one for speeches, but I need all of your help. If this means I owe you all a favour, I don't care. I've found a lead on Y/N and I need all the help I can get." Rosa explained in a manner that some in the room may've described as grovelling if they weren't so terrified of her.

Before anyone could say anything, Holt stood up getting ready to silence the room before realising for once everyone was completely quiet.

"This is about a member of our family. I want every detective who is not already occupied by a case to join Diaz"

Jake got up ready to protest.

"Jake some uniformed officers just bought in your latest perpetrator. Get a confession and you can join the case too"

With that, Holt walked out the room, a small smile of hope sneaking up his face, which only Gina spotted. As he reached for the door handle, he turned to Gina, his stoic expression slightly less than usual.

"Gina, I do not want to see you on that phone. This is a family matter; you are as much a part of this as anyone."