Friend or Foe (SAW x Reader)

Ch.5 (Growing suspicions)

(Fun fact Costas Mandylor (Hoffman) will be 57 this year Sep. 3)

   I jumped awake as a stack of papers got tossed on my desk. "Jesus christ (L/n) wake up a new jigsaw trap has been found" Rigg plopped down beside me. "Shit, what happened? Did I sleep through the whole thing?" I ran my hand through my hair stressed out.

Rigg grabbed my shoulder sitting me down "Hoffman said not to bother you. Apparently you had a rough night." I swallowed a lump in my throat. What did he tell everyone while I was knocked out asleep? Opening the files Rigg sighed like he had bad news. "We will need you for questioning. Strahm found it too much of a coincidence that you had a rough night the same night a murder was being set up". My heart sank to my stomach but I gave him my best confident smile "Of course, when do you guys need me to go in?" Rigg gave me a pat on the back in approval "We can do it now if you would be okay with it" Nodding I followed him down to the rooms.

Strahm's partner Perez took me from Rigg leading me into the room and sealed off the door leaving me alone. The room had a table with chairs facing each other; in the corner was a camera and to complete it all a one way window was on the wall furthest from me. The room made me feel confined; almost like everytime I breathed my chest was crushed more. The door's creak made me look to see who was entering; "Detective (L/n), I'm Special Agent Strahm. Would you like anything to drink"? Keeping my hands down and eyes on him I kept my false smile "No thank you sir". He pulled his chair up, keeping his distance from me. He pulled out photos and paperwork from the investigation. "Sometime last night someone broke into a elementary school and a nail bomb was used in a sealed off classroom for a man named Troy, a young drug addict who had been sent to prison multiple times throughout his life." I kept my eyes locked with Strahm's as he spoke.

"The back door as well as the front had been broken in. One from the outside and one from the inside. Hoffman says you had a bad night and I want to look closely at these photos we got from playing the feedback on the cameras" It felt like he wanted to cuff me right now and take me in. Crossing my legs and leaning in, I studied over the photos slowly. In three you could see Amanda entering and exiting the back door. While in the third she looks like she's waiting for someone to come out the back. More specifically, she was waiting for me. Her face was covered up making it impossible to see who it was. I clenched my jaw looking at the last four pictures. You couldn't see my face but I was caught in the clear falling on the steps, creeping down the hall, and then making a run for it out the front door. Setting back up I had a grim expression on my face "These appear to be the ones who set up the trap Special Agent".

"So tell me, does anything seem off about these photos?" I couldn't think of anything; Strahm pushed the photo of the steps forward more "In the video this person had a hard fall on their wrists. Isn't a bit odd to you that your left wrist seems to be injured. On top of this, you slept all morning on your desk like you didn't sleep at all." I swallowed hard. "S-sir I didn't sleep because I've been having night terrors. My wrist is messed up because I locked myself out of my car and tried to get in through the window" I felt like my stomach had flipped twenty times over. His hand slammed on the table making me flinch and push back in my chair "Yet when we followed the road the person in the photo ran off to It happens to lead to your street where your house sits"! I was stuck in place. I honestly probably looked fearful sitting back away from him. Standing up he left the room slamming the door.

After what felt like ages, Special Agent Perez had walked in, taking the seat Strahm had been in. "I'm sorry, your partner scared me towards the end and I" she cut me off saying it was fine; that he was a bit stressed out from this whole thing. Everyone was which is understanding. Hours later, and more pressure from Strahm I was finally let go. Walking out I didn't even bother looking for Mark. If it wasn't for my neighbors being so obvious to me running off last night I'd be seeing iron. Gathering the rest of my paperwork and finishing off a fresh coffee I decided to walk home needing to let off steam. Mark wouldn't care If I had walked off anyway. I couldn't tell if it was the lack of sleep or the coffee but I had so many pent up worries. I was going to be under watch for the next few weeks and had to check in with my partner or another detective of my whereabouts.

I could just hear John scolding me for being so reckless. Catching my breath at the top of my hill I went into caution mode. My door had been wide open. A familiar but smaller version of a puppet sat in my doorway. Checking around the corners I picked up the damn doll and stepped lightly inside. The door slammed shut behind me causing me to raise my gun towards the man standing behind it. "Put it down" the male figure said casually; Scanning his corner a sighed seeing an all too familiar cane. "Since when do you hide behind doors? I thought that was a one time thing Gordan". I could feel the eyeroll he had made "Not funny. Now take a seat we need to talk". Checking my dining chair for anything problematic I pulled it up taking a seat "How deep am I in for it"?

"You're slacking, getting too messy with doing a simple job." He relaxed into the chair "News came fast to Kramer. Told me to bring you some motivation to step it up". I eyed Gordan confused "What does that mean?" Lawrence held out some pictures for me to take. Hanging my head low I crumbled them "Fuck, how close and where?" Standing up to take his leave he gave a once over "Two towns over, keep your name on the low."

Grabbing the door for him I held his shoulder "Thank you, and stay away from here they'll be watching me for a while." Gordan smiled faintly before leaving me alone in my house.