This is a Nick Fowler x Reader story.
Reader is a brilliant but shy and awkward CIA employee whose work is often overlooked by her colleagues...she's blended into the background for so long that she doesn't think there's any other way - even if she...
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Warnings: descriptions of violence, sexual references and references to sex trafficking
(Final part! Thank you so much for reading and big love to anyone who's liked/commented - I'm so grateful and hope you like how it ends!)
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You blinked, the initial adrenaline from your fear giving way to confusion as you stared dumbly at Nick. He was dressed in a navy sweater and chinos, not his usual suit but his off-duty, more comfortable clothes. Concern danced in his eyes as he kneeled on the floor and moved to you. He put his gun away as you sat up and gripped his forearms tightly, squeezing your fingers into his skin as if he was the only thing keeping you tethered to this world.
"Nick?" You finally managed to eke out, your eyes wide like saucers.
"What...how...uh...?" You whispered, trying your best to piece it altogether. Why was he here? He'd saved you...but how did he even find you?
He was saying something to you but you couldn't concentrate as suddenly Walsh appeared too, his face paling as he came across the scene in front of him. You couldn't blame him, it must've been quite a tableau as Joe laid there bleeding out and you held onto Nick for dear life.
"Holy shit" Walsh barked, the deep timbre of his voice suddenly pulling you out of your stupor. He ran over to Joe's crumpled figure and checked his pulse.
You could hear Nick now. He was asking if you were alright, gently holding your face in his hands as he switched between looking into your eyes and assessing you for injuries. He seemed...scared.
"He's alive" Walsh said quietly as he pulled out his cell and began calling an ambulance.
Nick scoffed. "A pity..."
You heard that.
"He's...he's in Cotton" you croaked.
Nick and Walsh exchanged a confused glance as Walsh gave instructions to the 911 operator over the phone.
"He's part of Cotton..." you continued, your nails digging into Nick's forearms. "He was always working for them. That's why we couldn't catch them. He...he tried to traffic me" you said gravely, feeling chilled as you said the words out loud. "I caught him and he...he tried to kill me...I grabbed the letter opener I-"
You tried to explain but the words came out a jumbled mess as the two men looked at you with concern. You nodded to the file on the ground that had been dropped in the scuffle, hoping that would make everything clear.
Walsh grabbed it and his face dropped as he flicked through. He passed it to Nick and you watched his face drain of colour and his expression harden, he snarled over at Joe then peeked at Walsh. You could practically see him restrain himself from finishing Joe off. You couldn't fathom what he might've done had his boss not been here.
