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HIGHLY REQUESTED PART 4 IS HERE!
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: 2.5k | unedited
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"You may not have done the killing, but there's blood on your hands, too, sweetheart."
You stare at your hands, rubbing your thumb over the pads of your other fingers. Jake's words constantly replaying in your head.
It's been two days since you've seen Jake, he did say he'd be gone for a few, but you never how many a few is with him.
"Good morning." Ben sets a coffee down on the desk, "You left early this morning."
"Yeah, I wanted to get a jump on the day." You bring the cup to your lips, "When do you go back?" You look up at Ben as he sits down across from you.
He shrugs, "I think I'm going to see about staying."
"Do you think that's the right idea?"
He furrows his brows, "Why wouldn't it be? Do you not want me home?"
"No I do, I just-" you sigh, "I just think there's more to your shooting than anyone thinks, Ben."
He leans in, "What are you saying?"
You stammer over your words and he cuts you off, "You think they did this to me? Y/n, my shooter is in prison."
"I'm just saying that we can't be.. too careful. Not with something like this." You push the folder over towards him, "They struck again. And again. They're ahead of us."
"What the hell." He stretches over the desk, pressing his fingers into the folder and drags it over to him, "These are people-"
You cut him off, "That Cody called about protective custody."
"One of the wives this time?" Ben looks up at you, shaking his head, "We need to get more patrols in the area. This is.." he sighs, "Fuck." He slams his hand down on the folder and you tilt your head, "Why don't we go talk to some of the people that are on the list to be taken into protective custody?"
"Think the chief will sign off on that?" Ben raises his brows and you shrug, "Worth a shot, right."
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"You have zero faith in me." You laugh as you get into the cruiser. Ben chuckles, "I just didn't think you were up for putting yourself on the line just yet."
