Power of Will, a SAW Fanfiction

Ch. 38 Pre-SAW: The Beginning of the Beginning

Lindsey Perez

When she heard the apartment door's tumbler click, Lindsey stiffened, her finger twitching for her gun. She stilled herself, still waking from her nap, the foreign green walls and unfamiliar floral upholstery providing comfort. She wasn't back in Virginia. She was staying at her friends' place.

The next click of the knob lock and the leisurely pace the door swung open had her already suspecting the person responsible. It wasn't likely Will, who was currently devoting all her waking free time as Hoffman's emotional support. Will had barely shown her face since Lindsay had come to stay.

The FBI Agent was taking a sabbatical. It had been planned for a while now, this break from murders, kidnappings, and violence. Ally, Will, and she were supposed to be sipping mojitos at some hot springs in Arkansas, but when Angelina Acomb's murder uprooted all intentions for a break, the trip had been canceled.

Lindsey decided to still use her paid time off, to at least keep the flames of her and Ally's romance alive. Will didn't mind - didn't have the attention span to - and Strahm had asked Lindsay to check in on her every so often on his behalf. She owed her partner a favor or two.

But the true, raw reason she decided to muscle her way into Ally and Will's lives despite the inconvenient time, was because she needed a break from Strahm.

Ever since the Heart Stealer case, he had become suffocating. Overprotective. Unhinged. His constant fawning over her had been stifling. He called every day with the same questions. And his temper, which had always been on a shorter size of fuse, had left her feeling like she was walking across a landmine field whenever they conversed.

"Are you safe? When are you getting back to Quantico? Do you keep your gun on you at all times?"

He was treating her like a rookie and a little sister, all at the same time and it was starting to piss her off.

"Your mom worries about you," Strahm would say, and Lindsey knew her mother, too, often liked using Peter as her own personal spy on the goings ons of her daughter.

"How's Ally?" That question usually got a guaranteed hangup these days. Especially when it came to her love life, she wanted her mother out of her business.

"Hey, hon," Ally sounded tired, shrugging out of her jacket and unbuckled her shoulder holster. "You didn't need to wait for me." Ally had put her right hand behind her back, as if trying to conceal something. She made out the faint white glossed bag of a jewelry shop.

Suddenly on high alert, and taking advantage of Ally's sluggishness from a long day at work, she swiped the parcel and jumped back with a smirk of triumph.

Ally had barely tried to stop her and looked more amused than exasperated. "I know how you hate surprises, but damn, I really wanted to make this one."

She dug through the yellow tissue paper, pulling out a long velvet jewelry box. Inside, a delicate gold chain glinted up at her.

"It's not flashy, but happy anniversary, Linds."

It looked real, the yellow glinting. She threw her arms around Ally's neck, pressing her lips firmly on her soft cheek. "It's perfect. I love it. I'll wear it always."

At least Ally didn't treat her like a kid. And that was everything to her.

Amanda Young

How many times had she shown up to this clinic? More times than she could count. Every time she left with pills to help her get over the shakes and aches, promising this would be the last time. She was starting to catch onto herself. The dirty little liar.