If you haven't read PART 1 - please do so so you aren't confused!
Warnings are for the WHOLE SERIES | SMUT18+, strong language, swearing, enemies to lovers, mentions of weapons, knives, guns, gunfire, KNIFE PLAY, blood, injuries, wounds, arguing, some physical fighting, mentions of drugs, smoking weed, mentions of car accident, fbi!reader, reader being restrained, kissing, biting, hair pulling, scratching, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m rec), violence and filth
Word Count: 3.4k | not edited
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Over the last three days, you haven't seen Jake, but you knew he'd be around sooner or later.
Every now and then, at least once or twice a day, Sam, Colby, or Johnnie would pop in to check on you. You still couldn't get any information out of them, each time you asked a question that was too much, that's when they would say they needed to head out.
You knew why you haven't seen Jake, he was too busy taking out and planning to take out names on the list.
You felt sick in your stomach, almost like you could puke. You glanced over at the clock on your nightstand, sighing as it reads two thirty two A.M,
"Can't sleep?"
"Jesus fucking Christ." You jump, laying a hand on your chest, "You need a fucking bell."
Jake chuckles, "I think you've said that before." He walks over, sitting next to you on the bed, "When do you go back to work?"
"Hoping Monday." You turn your head slightly, "Are you here to give me the name of the man that wants my brother dead?"
Just as Jake was getting ready to answer, there's a knock on your door. You furrow your brows, checking your phone to see if anyone messaged you, but nothing expect for Cody just checking in.
"Do you know who it is?" Jake asks as he stands up, holding out his hand to help you up, but you ignore it, standing up and walking towards the door, "It's either Cody or another officer."
"Yeah but why would- it's almost three." Jake scoffs, "If it's anyone you don't know, I'm taking over."
You roll your eyes, walking down the hall, "Just.. stay back. Please." You look from Jake to the door and walk over, "Oh my god."
"Who is it?"
"It's my brother."
With your words, Jake disappears as you open the door, "What the fuck? What are you doing here?" Ben walks in, wrapping his arms around you, "You didn't think I'd come see how you were doing? I heard about the accident, are you doing okay?"
You close the door after pulling his suitcase in, "I mean, I'm still aching but I'm definitely a lot better than two days ago." You shake your head, "They won't let me come back until Monday, so."
"They're still keeping you updated right?" Ben asks and you nod, "I get a check in after each shift."
"Good. I called in yesterday and they still don't have any kind of lead on who hit you and or why. They're probably just going to chalk it up as a drunken hit and run." Ben takes a deep breath, "This is dangerous shit you're in. You know that right?"
"I wouldn't be itching to go back to work if I didn't think I could handle it, Ben. You know that." You motion to him, "I'm sure you're tired. You're still recovering from a gun shot wound. You came all the way from, where was it again?"
"They had me on the west coast. When I finally got word about you, I didn't really give them a choice on whether or not I could leave." Ben laugh slightly, "So the officers who run that aren't very happy with me right now."
