Crime Drama Imagines

Robert Reilly #1

A/N spoiler alert if you haven't seen past like an episode or 2 of Dublin Murders.

Imagine...

“Rob where you going” Y/N whispered tentatively rolling over to face her husband wildly gabbing clothes. It was 3 am and Rob was yet again wake panic dancing through his mind punishing himself to remember something, anything that happened August 16th 1985. “Rob stop” the y/h/c girl murmured grabbing at the males pale hand attempting to pull him back into bed. “We can talk about it. Please Robert.” tears filling her y/e/c orbs in distress. It was almost like hearing his name caused him to crumble into the female, all of the pain and sadness finally drowning him.

“That’s not my name..” He trailed off breathing deeply in an attempt to calm his wavering voice.

The soft circles being drawn into his tensed back stop “What?” Y/N asked quietly almost scared he wouldn’t repeat what he’d just said. Maybe she’d heard him wrong. That had to be it right?

Turning to face the woman he took a shaky breath “My name isn’t Robert.” choosing his words carefully the man continued “I mean it is but not really…” Suddenly it seemed like she was underwater the burning blood pumping in her ears pounding mercilessly, as if her body was on autopilot she backed away pulling her legs as if she couldn’t bare to even be in the same bed as him. “What do mean Robert or whatever your name is.”

Even in the dark room Rob could tell his wife was distraught and holding back tears. Out of habit the Englishman reached out to hold her hand but seeing her flinch broke his heart. “My name is Adam. Adam Reilly. I was born on the estate in Knocknaree.” He stated truthly turning to face the woman in the dark, his eyes straining to read her expression at the news. Slowly the y/h/c woman looked up at the man confusion present on her delicate features “Adam Reilly?” the man only nodded. “Why didn’t you tell me” Y/N asked carefulling moving forward to hug the man. Everybody around Dublin knew of Adam Reilly the only child to make it out of the woods alive on the night of August 16th. “I didn’t want to be Adam anymore” Robert or Adam started crying again the emotions getting the better of him. “I didn’t want to be the boy who came home.” the tears making his voice choke “Why Robert?” the female questioned again gently arms wrapped around the man. “It was my middle name. I didn’t really think about it. But I want you to know I was always truthful to you. Every feeling, every kiss, every memory was me.” worry laced in his voice his hands moving to cup her y/s/c face “I love you, Nothing will ever change that.” Smiling sleepily at the man Y/N got settled back into bed patting the now cold pillow beside her “Now are you coming to bed or what?” she inquired yawing softly.