Sequel to Moving On
Mike and Bex have been at their new assignments for a few months now. Mike is looking at things far out of his normal range of cases while Bex is facing a demon that has haunted her past for ten years now. Will both of them be ab...
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Mike stood at the bottom of the stairs leading up to Bex's apartment. She hadn't allowed him to follow her the entire way up since he needed to get another cab to go back to the brownstone the bureau put him in for his current assignment. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay? I don't have to be back on capitol hill until tomorrow."
Bex sighed as she laid her bag down by her door so she could unlock it. "Yes, Mike. I'll be fine. I promise." She looked down at him with the best reassuring smile she could muster. Truth be told, she wasn't entirely sure how she was going to be. This was far from her first kidnapping while on assignment. It was a risk she took working with the mafia. She, however, had been kidnapped by the same man who killed her sister. Now that he was behind bars, she didn't know how to feel but she knew she needed to call her parents. She needed to let them know that she was okay and that Hailey could finally rest in peace.
"Bex..." He trailed off, not really knowing what more he could say. He had been arguing this since they landed back in DC.
"I'm just going to call my parents and then take a shower until my hot water goes out then go to bed. I'll come see you in the morning." She opened her door, tossing her bag inside. "I really appreciate everything, Mike. I just need some time."
He let out a sigh and nodded his head. "Okay, but if you need anything, call me, please."
"I will. I promise. Good night, Mike."
"Night, Bex."
Once her apartment door was closed, Bex immediately tore off the scrubs and made her way into her bathroom. She stood under the spray of the hot water, letting it rinse off all the dirt and grime from the past few days. Soon the weight of everything grew to be too much and she placed a hand on the shower wall to brace herself. Tears mixed with the water running down her face as her sobs wracked her whole body making her appear to be shivering despite the hot water.
He had remembered her sister. He even knew who she was. But he was going behind bars now. She had finally caught him. No one else would feel like this because of that killer. She could now do the same for others if the bureau allowed for her transfer. She didn't want to be around serial killers all the time when her sister's had still been out there. Now that he was behind bars she wouldn't feel as much as a failure and be able to do what she set out to do when she first joined the FBI.
She took a few shaky breaths before pushing herself up from where she had been leaning against the wall so she could wash her hair. She took her time, only hurrying when she felt the water's temperature change. Wrapping herself in a fluffy towel, she made her way into her bedroom and pulled on some sweat pants and her sister's favorite band tee.
Padding her way into the kitchen, Bex made herself a cup of tea before calling her parents. She curled up under a blanket on her couch, mug held close to her chest to feel its warmth, and her phone nestled between her ear and shoulder as she waited for her parents to answer.
