Friend or Foe (SAW x Reader)

Ch.15 (Right under our nose)

(So who was going to remind me it's Gordon not Gordan? I was going to go back and edit and stuff when I finish the book anyway lol.)

   The chillier seasons of the year were finally setting in. The final games were also soon to be setting in. Keeping Mark's words close I tried my best to stay in my place even if I hated being so limited. Ever since Mark made it very clear to Erickson that I was staying put in his department I had to hide our calls even more. Erickson found it very suspicious that I had changed my mind out of the blue but eventually went with it. Things between Mark and I had calmed down again, and trust me I had a hunch his control issues were from unrelieved trauma.

My phone rang softly from my desk, It was Erickson calling. Mark was out running one of his biggest traps yet. While not the most impressive it was spread out pretty far between tests. I quickly picked up the phone "Erickson?" I said calmly. Since Mark was gone and I was forced to stay here until my shift was over I felt a large weight of stress leave me. His voice sounded heavy. "It's your sister, I'm sorry but she's dead." There was silence between us, I had forgotten about (S/n) for a while since Erickson's updates stopped months ago. I couldn't help but smile; My family could possibly rest peacefully now. "What happened to her?" I said slowly trying to sound upset; Erickson cleared his throat "It would be best if you could come to the office to discuss this further Ms.(L/n)". He ended the phone call and I looked at the time. Mark should be gone for a few more hours depending on how fast his game pieces moved. I should make it back before he knows I left. As a caution I left my phone at my desk. Swiftly leaving the building something dawned upon me. Erickson had called me Ms.(L/n) instead of Detective (L/n), I guess he either misspoke or whatever my sister had gone through was serious. The drive down felt like it took forever getting through town. Getting out I noticed the office was packed full of employees today. There was also an odd heaviness to the air as I entered the building. I was feeling paranoid like all eyes were on me. They probably were if news of my sister's death spread to everyone.

Erickson met me at his door bringing back coffee. We sat down. "This may take an hour so I brought coffee" I thanked him and sipped on it waiting for him to speak first. With a deep sigh he began "We know you've been mostly laid off the Jigsaw cases by Mark and we may know why." I raised my eyebrow. "We have reason to believe your sister was an apprentice to Jigsaw." Coffee flew from my mouth as I choked on it. Erickson rushed to give me a napkin and waited for me to settle. "We did some digging into your family because we originally thought you may be in on the killings" I tightened the grip on the cup "How would my sister be tied to any of this?" Erickson pulled a bunch of files from his desk. Erickson began explaining how he found out about the murder of my family. He believed that ever since she had tried to put the blame on anyone and everyone for what happened and then moving from town to town so often is when it began. "Before the first killings even began we believe she was working behind the scenes for John Kramer." Erickson continued "Then as the killings began happening more and more she started appearing as eyes and ears for Kramer". He pulled a photo of video surveillance letting me look at it. It was the picture of me when I had fallen on the steps spying on Amanda in the school. Another was handed to me from the same night of me leaving soon after Amanda had left. "We used Amanda's known height to estimate the height of the person in the video; She appears to be about 5'4." He took the photos back "By looking through medical records your sister is about 5'4". I took a deep drink from my drink; I was 5'4 and a half that was close enough. I listen to Erickson put everything together that should point to me and be pointed at my sister. The only things saving me was the fact my sister moved to town shortly after I did, Her excessive amount of time spent stalking me and Gordon, and the fact Mark had made me stay behind so much recently. "Then how did she end up dead?" I asked, completely shocked at this point. "Strahm was dead before the crimes we found the fingerprints at were done. If she had been working behind the scenes with Detective Hoffman it would have happened eventually." Erickson pulled out some old Jigsaw files "Everyone who has ever gotten close to him has died. Everyone except you".

As if the world went in slow motion it clicked in my brain. They knew and I walked into a dead end. Agents busted through the doors and forced me to the ground; as the cuffs clicked the world sped back up. I was surrounded by agents like a celebrity walking into a hotel except mine was a hotel of metal bars and orange jumpsuits as robes.

I had been interrogated for hours and since I was already caught I spilled everything about me. I kept Mark's secrets sealed and locked. If they wanted answers they'd have to catch the bastard himself. I had no way of knowing what was happening to Mark if they were hunting him or not. If he went down fighting or was running for his life. Before Erickson left my holding cell I stopped him "The answer to the riddle is what would the brother say. The problem with that is he is dead." Erickson turned back towards me "What of it now"? I sighed deeply "If he's dead and (S/n) told you I killed the whole family, You need to look deeper." I stood up "One path gets you lost forever and one takes you to the other side of the mountain. What if there is a way around both paths?" Erickson shakes his head "If this is a last hope attempt of getting a lighter sentence.." I cut him off. "Think about it not only does (S/n) get her sins lost forever in the system, she also makes it to the other side that has freedom waiting for her".

He didn't look convinced "Listen just ask Dr.Gordon about how close I was with my mom and brother! He'll..." Erickson stopped me "He helped rat you out Ms.(L/n). You are at a dead end; It's time to face it". I was left in my cell. It wouldn't be so bad If I could move around but as a precaution my left wrist was cuffed to the cell bar. The officer left to watch the two cells and cameras paid no attention to me. The room was about medium size and not very guarded. All I could do now and wait for time to tell what would happen next.

Little did I know time wouldn't tell me and I'd end up used as a pawn by the federal agents this time.

(I apologize for the short chapter. I don't handle death of someone I look up to very well and I'm still in a lot of shock of the news. Rest peacefully Alex/Technoblade, Thank you for everything.)