Dog days (soap x female reader)

5 more (chapter 12)

Tw- mentions of tortures and the normal cod violence and shit

It was a few hours but you both had finally gotten onto your plane and made it to Boston.

You stood waiting in the isle for soap to grab his small bag from the upper head compartment groggily as he had managed to sleep for most of the flight. You didn't get a wink as you had been overwhelmed a bit by the different smells and noises. Between the sock smelling isle all the way up to the kids crying in the back and the occasional loud snore from the passgenrs across from you. It didn't help much at all as well as it was nearly impossible to use the bathroom as almsot every time you went to go there was someone occupying it.

As soap grabbed his bag and slung it on his shoulder he gave you a small nod.
"You ready?"
He asked in a deep groggy voice, his accent being more prominent than ever which made you feel a little flustered , you couldn't deny that his "morning voice" was a bit distracting in a way to yourself but you decided to push that thought out of your head and keep your head focused on the mission ahead.
"Gotta take a damn piss , bladders about to burst."
You rubbed the side of your head a bit as you sighed feeling the pressure in your lower abdomen , feeling as if you moved too much you quite literally might burst.
"Gonna speak like a lady eh? No manners?"
He teased and you rolled your eyes a little but it still held that playful manner to it as you pushed him ahead of you to move out of the plane.
"Gonna be a gentlemen?"
You countered back at him and he chuckled a bit as he watched as you thanked the flight attendants as you walked off into the hall terminal out into the airport again.
"Depends on the circumstances that require me to be a gentleman l/n."
He retorted back with his small signature smirk plastered across his features.

As you walked off the plane back into the airport you had both just arrived at you took in the different smells and sounds. There were people lying around waiting for there planes to arrive , some talking about different topics while others seemed to be keeping to themsleves listening to music. Seems like the normal things to see af the aiport right? It was until you heard a bit of commotion, yelling from a woman that was being cuffed and led out by police. No one near batted an eye , you assumed this was the norm and that people were used to crazy shit happening in Massachusetts. I mean New York is slowly becoming the new Chicago mixed with florida and shits just overall hitting the fan but that's off topic.

You stretched a bit as you looked around and nudged soap as you motioned for him to head to baggage claim.
"Black case , number 875. Those are ours. I'll meet you there. Gonna go to the bathroom."
You explained to him and he gave a small nod.
"Don't fall in the toilet yeah?"
Soap chuckled a bit as he watched as you started to walk off as well as he did to go and retrieve both of yours weapons. You walked past a few people almost bumping into a a woman who was leaving the rest room which out of habit you apologized. The bathroom Was dimly lit, the off white fluorescent lighting illuminating the room , It smelled of bleach and the light pink maraschino Cherries scented soap as well as the only noise really heard was the people outside in the airport talking and waking and the slight buzz of the lights.

You walked in further , the tile flooring white while the stalls were black and white. You went into a stall that seemed clean enough and you closed the door locking yourself in and you pulled down your pants and underwear , hovering above the toilet in a squat position as you began to die your business , you figure doing that takes less time than layering the toilet in paper to avoid touching it so the squat method was better. Once you finished up with yourself you wiped and pulled your underwear up and pants up and fixed yourself as you fixed your jacket and boots a bit before you went silent as you heard the burner phone that price had given you ring.

You heard the ring again and you tensed a bit before picking it up.
"Hello?"
You asked quietly yet firmly and you heard a bit of static noise come from it before you heard a familiar voice.
"It's price l/n."
Price started firmly and you grew a bit more on edge.
"Uhm me and soap just got off the plane , we're here in Boston already."
You answered and price let off a small breath.
"Just got another call , Laswell was found dead along with her wife. Both strapped to chairs in her living room , her wife being barely unrecognizable. Both having multiple stab wounds in their abdomen , bone fracture and bruises as well as cuts and other things but her wife suffered severe head Trauma...bone fragments missing but we found her with a caring in her thigh , reading '5 more'."
Price explained , his voice almost wavering as he spoke.

Your heart dropped as you heard his words. You wanted to throw up as you heard the description of your once station chief and friend , now a loss.
You took a deep breath , which price had heard and he waited until you spoke up. Knowing that this was a lot to take in.
"Grab a clean up crew , get them to the morgue. Once me and soap are back I'll asses everything.."
You say firmly and price nodded on the other end.
"Already on it , inform soap and keep your eye out. Once your back here in Nebraska we'll go over things.."
Price spoke up more camly.
"Okay..we're heading out to the Garrick's. I'll inform your more later on."
You managed to get out smoothly before quickly ending the call and just standing the for a moment.

For one could run and others could hide this would only lead to another's demise.