One Last Case (Emily x reader)

Episode two

"Ask for help. Not because you are weak. But because you want to remain strong" - Les Brown

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Aaron pov

Even in the 'comfort' and quiet of my own office i still make it hard to press the call button on her contact. It's weird, it shouldn't be. I hadn't spoken to her in a long time, still don't really know why we were forbidden to speak to her or even mention her. Of course that didn't apply to Garcia, or she just goes against it as we all know that they have dinner at least every other month, talk on the phone every time they can and have face time meals when Garcia is stuck during dinner time on a case. It sweet, but Strauss sets weird rules.

"Are you going to call or just stare on the phone?" Dave asks from my open door. I sent everyone else home to get at least some sleep, we all need it.

"I would be going against the rules"

"Screw the rules Aaron, if she can help up save those girls and get justice for their fathers it's worth breaking one rule"

"It would be more than that, if she actually comes here." i haven't even had the heart to tell Y/n that those particularly rules apply to her and doesn't allow her to step inside the bullpen.

"Do you think Emily will be okay with it?" he glances out to see the only person still sitting there. Working, as always. Fidgeting with her necklace. "I once walked in on Garcia talking to her on facetime, she's still wearing it"

"Then there might be more positive outcome of getting her here than just saving lifes" as we all know Emily has been different since then. More cold, less talkative and doesn't go out as much as she used to. Even after two years, she's like that. But she still wears that necklace. As soon as Dave says goodnight, even with it being 9am, i press the button and hold the phone to my ear. Listening to the sound of the signals.

As i near the end, i'm not sure if i'm being sent to voicemail or if she actually picked up.

"Y/n?" i ask out to see which it is. I must admit that it sounds a bit stupid.

"Look, if this is about the case i already told Penelope. And we both know that if she can't convince someone, no one can." her words are harsh and decided.

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Y/n pov

"She spoke to him before the world fell apart. 'Hey, are you still asleep?' Thomas shifted in his bed, felt a darkness around him like air turned solid, pressing in. At first he panicked; his eyes snapped open as he imagined himself back in the Box—that horrible cube of cold metal that had delivered him to the Glade and the Maze. But there was a faint light, and lumps of dim shadow gradually emerged throughout the huge room. Bunk beds. Dressers. The soft breaths and gurgly snores of boys deep in slumber. Relief filled him. He was safe now, rescued and delivered to this dormitory. No more worries. No more Grievers. No more death. 'Tom?' A voice in his head. A girl's. Not audible, not visible. But he heard it all the same, though never could he have explained to anyone how it worked. Exhaling a deep breath, he relaxed into his pillow, his razor-edged nerves settling down from that fleeting moment of terror. He spoke back, forming the words with his thoughts. 'Teresa? What time is it?' 'No idea', she replied. 'But I can't sleep. I probably dozed for an hour or so. Maybe more. I was hoping you were awake to keep me company.' Thomas tried not to smile. Even though she wouldn't be able to see it, it would be embarrassing all the same. Didn't give me much choice in the matter, did you? Kind of hard to sleep when someone's talking directly into your skull. 'Waa, waa. Go back to bed, then.' 'No. I'm good.' He stared at the bottom of the bunk above him—f" but a phone signal goes through the classroom. I'm about to scold whoever of my 9th graders phone is on in class, but that's before i realise that it's my phone that's calling from my bag. I hold a finger on the page as i walk over and pick it up, sensing all their eyes following me.