𝑭𝑰𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑬𝑵

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:・ꗃ𓈈 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑖𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛 ִ𓂃‧₊ ˚.

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𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒅'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽

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𝑹𝒆𝒊𝒅'𝒔 𝑷𝑶𝑽

I shake her awake from her nap. She'd slept through the whole day, but nobody wanted to disturb her.

"Elena?" I whisper as she opens her eyes to me.

"You've been cleared. You want me to drive you back?" I ask. She sits up and rubs her eyes.

"Er.. yeah, please. That'd be great," she mumbles, readying myself to leave. "Where is everyone?"

"They've headed back to the station to find out what they can through Garcia's system and old files," I explain, helping her into the passenger side of the car.

"Any news yet?" she asks as I get in and start to drive. I shook my head.

"It's taking a while," I mutter, slightly annoyed at it all taking so long.

"Right.." she mutters, looking out the window. I glance at her for a moment, wondering what she's thinking. She's had a hell of a week, and all I want to do is keep comforting her. But Elena hates sympathy, if I keep making her feel like a victim I know it'll only remind her and make her feel worse. So I stay quiet, allowing her to sit with her thoughts. When I pull up outside her house and step out, there's already an officer outside on watch.

"Hi. I'm mike fleming. I'm on till midnight," he tells us. "Officer cranbeck will be here after that, ok?"

"Thank you," she says, walking to her front door.

"Come on," I say, carrying her bag to the door. She stops just outside where she was shot, staring at the stained blood on the ground.

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