Hush

Three

Paige Miller;

"Going around back." I say into the microphone on my vest. "Copy." Ashton confirms hearing my action. I nod towards Harry.

"Suspect around back." I say cautiously into the mic. "Currently on the other side, move in." Ashton commands. I nod at Harry and move in.

"Freeze, FBI." I say raising my gun. The woman looks startled and runs. I put my gun in its holster, quickly, and run after her. "Stop running!" I yell picking up my speed. She keeps running until I tackle her, rolling on the dirt road.

She grunts and frantically starts speaking in another language. "Bitte, bitte nicht." (Please, please do not). I pin her hands down and shush her, " Stoppen, es ist in Ordnung " (Stop, its alright). Tears fill her eyes.

"You good?" Harry asks running up to me. I nod, "They get the other one?" I ask hand cuffing the woman. I stand up, helping the woman up. " Sprechen Sie Englisch?" I ask switching her handcuffs to the back. She shakes her head.

"They took the man, Isaac Grelsh, to the station." Harry explains. I nod and walk the woman back to the cars. " Sie sind Werde Ihnen ein paar Fragen stellen." (They are going to ask you a few questions) I tell her as I put her in the car. She nods, still a little freaked out.

"I haven't seen you run like that in a while." Harry jokes leaning against our car. I shrug, "It's worth it, helping people in more ways than one." I say staring at the ground.

"You okay?" He asks laying a hand on my shoulder. I look at his hand and up at him. "Fine." I smile. "Don't make me do it " A male voice stains to be vocal. I look at the front steps of the door and pull my gun out. Everyone's guns focused on him.

"Put the knife down and step away." Harry says stepping up. "Harry.." I say glancing at him. He ignores me - I hate when he does that - and raises his hands. "What's he doing?" One of the other agents asks me. I shrug, focusing on the man with the knife.

"It's all over," Harry's voice rings through my earpiece. "Harry.." I repeat, hoping he hears me. "You're right... " The man says pulling the knife closer to his neck. "Don't do it. Let us help you." I call out stepping up.

"Paige." Ashton says, warning me not to go further. "N-no." His voice shakey, "I-its no u-use." He chokes on his words. "Put the knife down, and step away." Harry says moving closer.

He pulls the knife across his throat, blood spilling out. I close my eyes, my head tilting down slightly. I hear the thump of the body falling onto the hallow porch of the home.

I open my eyes, looking at Harry's frozen body. I holster my gun, walking up to him. "Harry, you did nothing wrong." I say laying a hand on his bicep. His jaw clenches and relaxes. "I'll meet you in the car." He mumbles turning away from me.

I watch him as he gets into the black suburban. "You need to talk to him, Paige." Ashton says walking up to me. I snort, "He won't listen to me." He raises his eye brows and shakes his head. "You would be surprised.." Is all he says before walking away.

I sigh, walking to the car. I open the door and look at Harry. He's sitting with one hand on the bottom of the steering wheel, and one hand on his thigh. He is staring out the window.

"Hey." I say climbing into the car. He nods and starts the car. "Wait." I shift towards him. He let's go of the keys. "What?" He says lowly. I give him a you know what look.

"I don't have time for this, Paige." He says going to start the car. I sigh, grabbing my handcuffs I handcuff him to the wheel. "This isn't funny. Uncuff me." He growls glaring at me. I cross my arms, "Then listen to me."

He huffs. "That.. What just happened .. Was not your fault. It was not your choice for him to do that." I pause, waiting for him to look at me. "Harry." I wait for a few seconds. I sigh, leaning over, grabbing his chin and cheeks between my hand, forcing him to look at me.

"Look. At. Me." I say staring at him. He moves his eyes, looking into mine. "This. Was not. Your fault." I say slowly so his diminutive brain understands better.

He rolls his eyes at me. I tighten my grip and raise my eye brows. "Listen to me. You know I'm right. You know you didn't cause this. And you are a good agent."

I let go of his face, only to reveal a smirk. "You better?" I ask pulling out the handcuff key. He nods, "I guess." He mocks my voice. I give him the look and put the key back. "No, no.. I mean, yes I'm good."

I smirk and uncuff him, "Good now let's go, I need to go home and shower. I smell like beer and cigarettes. That chick wasn't the best person to tackle.." He chuckles and starts the car. "Thanks." He says focusing on the road. 

I shrug, "Anytime, Love."