When a seemingly simple case turns sideways and the team finds a teenage girl strapped to an operating table in a dingy basement, dark secrets begin to unravel about the suspects and the girl they kept locked away for so many years.
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B R O O K E
"What?" I blurt out, not caring if I sound rude or not. Erin shoots me a sad look.
"Brooklyn, please." She attempts to shut me down but I shake my head.
"No, you can't just kick her out," I say, my voice growing hard to control, tears building in my eyes. Naya turns toward me and shakes her head, and my heart sinks. "No," I whisper again, my voice shaking. Noah steps foreword, looking to Erin.
"Erin, you can't, please," she sighs and dodges her request.
"I need you to go." She repeats, looking at the floor. Naya nods her head, and steps toward the door without another word.
I run over to her and grab onto her, wrapping my arms around her waist, avoiding the wound.
"No," I say again, as it's really all I can get out at this point. She sighs and pulls my arms off of her body, turning around and kneeling down, wincing but ignoring the pain. She takes both of my hands in hers, looking down at them and smiling sadly.
"I'm going to miss every single part of you." She whispers, her voice shaking. "From your hands," she looks up at my face, tears building in her eyes. "To your beautiful smile, and your eyes," she shifts her eyes, lifting her hand to my head. She runs a smooth hand through my hair. "And your hair," she moves her hand back down to my face, cupping it gently. "Gosh, just look at you," she says sadly. "You are the most beautiful. End of story." A tear falls down my cheek and I grab onto her arm.
"Please don't leave me," her face falls and a tear falls down her face. I've never seen her cry up close, somehow she's still the strongest person I've ever seen. She shakes her head, taking my head in her hands. She pulls my face towards hers and lays her forehead against mine.
"I have loved you more and more every day. I love you Jane," she whispers and I shake my head against hers, holding onto her arm tighter.
"Don't go," I cry yet she slowly pulls away and sighs.
"I don't have much of a choice." She gives me a half smile through her tears, running a hand through my hair. She gently holds onto my neck and leans in close to my ear, whispering. "S'il te plait ne m'oublie jamais, Sois toujours avec toi," she pauses, and then translates. "Please never forget me, I'll always be with you." She leans back again, and wipes my tears away with her thumb. "No more tears, okay?" I nod, even though I know that I can't hold up my end of that promise. She looks up and motions for Noah to come over, and she does so. Tears are already falling down her face.
