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A long beat as she presses her lips together. Then she says, “You remind me a little of Agent Cooper.”
dont do this to me rn.
“We made a good team.” “We did.”
U DO
Bell’s mouth is tight. “I know you had a good reason to walk away, after St. Elizabeths. But I thought…” He looks elsewhere. “I thought you liked working with me.”
:(
And good hunting.”
:(((
“Don’t try that ‘big man in a suit’ routine on me.” Emma’s eyes harden and her spine gets poker-straight.
Travis gets the urge to straighten, resists. “I’m used to thinking of Lewis as my partner. Not as part of a case file.” “You’re not used to thinking of her as a victim.” He cuts his eyes sideways. “I think she’d be really angry if I called her that.”
McCreedy drives assuredly in the dark along roads he’s never navigated before, a skill Travis envies.
me too travis
Emma looks over at Grenier. “Have you got paper and a pen?” “Here.” Travis takes a small spiral-bound notebook and a pencil from his inside jacket pocket, hands them to her. Their fingers touch as she receives the writing materials.
the slow burn is killing me rn
Her directness is always so disarming. He blinks at her. “I’m sorry I got mad.” “Me too.” She gives him one of those tiny, soft-lipped smiles that always feel like a gift.
But it’s more than resemblance. They don’t just look like each other. They look like— “Emma,” she breathes. She looks up and holds Brown’s gaze. “He’s searching for Emma.”
uh oh
“If she goes in, I go in,” Bell declares. His jaw is rigid as he turns to look at Carter. “That’s the only way you should do it.” Emma was not expecting this. “Travis—” “Are you insane?” Bell rounds on her, furious. “Do you think there’s any possible way that I would let you do this alone?”
“Every FBI operation we’ve ever been involved in has been a terrible idea.” Emma gazes into his eyes. “That’s us, Travis. We make the best of terrible ideas.”
“One thing.” She bites her lip. “Your hair.” “What’s wrong with my—” She reaches up, ruffles his combed hair into something less staid. He gives her an amused look. “Is that better?” “Yes.” She allows herself to dwell on the soft darkness of his hair against her fingers for a moment, then she redirects her mind.
She unscrews the cap, brings the glass lip to her mouth. Her hand is shaking, but she doesn’t think Peter will notice in the gloom of the club. Then it’s too late for second thoughts: The water is cool, refreshing, with a bitter aftertaste.
omg EMMA BRO NO
Travis shifts his hands again, draws her close. And it’s… perfect. It’s what they both need, he realizes. He doesn’t know why they weren’t doing this sooner. All this time he’s wasted, when he could have been hugging Emma.
He presses his lips together. “I always seem to be the one giving you bad news.” “Don’t take this personally,” Emma says, “but I’m really sick of hearing it.”
He thinks he’s getting better at just being present with her.
Why, Travis thinks, why why why would anyone find any pleasure in seeing women hurt, when it’s a billion times more pleasurable to see them happy?
hes a girls girl
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You’re as close to me as anyone. She doesn’t just mean proximity—they’re emotionally close, and it’s been this way since they first met in June. The one bright spark for him in this whole mess has always been Emma. “Yeah,” he whispers. “Maybe it’s personal.”
“Who orders six hundred and fifty bottles of one color of nail polish?” “Maybe she clipped coupons?” Travis shrugs.
It’s branded into you, to return and try to save. “Shut up.” Emma doesn’t need Simon’s voice in her head right now. And she doesn’t realize she’s spoken aloud until Travis glances at her sharply. “Sorry?” “Nothing.”
lmaoooo travis
“I came here with you to show you,” Travis blurts suddenly. “I want you to see that you can trust me. That I’m on your side. That I choose you. Emma, I would choose you over an FBI order every time.”
:(
“Wait.” Emma has her gun pointed to the carpet with her right hand; she lifts her left, palm open. “Can you hear that?” Somewhere nearby, a muffled thump.
OH HELL NOOOOOOO
“Or we could do something completely unexpected.” In the rearview mirror, the ultramarine of Simon’s eyes turns thoughtful. Mischievous. “Don’t you want to see what Emma Lewis and Travis Bell will do next?” Kristin’s mouth opens in surprise.
R u fucking kidding me rn I HATE U BOTH
“No.” Emma, torn by the conflicting desires of her heart. “I’m giving you ten minutes. If you’re not back in ten, I’m coming after you.”
travis is about to die 💀
“Don’t shoot me, shoot the bad guy.” Travis gives her his jacket, his eyes very clear under the moon. “And we’re talking about that kiss when I get back.” “Be careful,” Emma whispers, clutching at the fabric. “You know it.”
please get back travis :(
All quiet. He closes the door.
DON CLOSW THE DORORKSHDHB
Simon Gutmunsson is leaning on a mezzanine support pole, tall in his blue scrubs and white long-sleeved shirt, holding her gun.
oh for fucks sake
She trembles. He puts his hands on her shoulders and maneuvers her to face Kirke. “Let me introduce you to my new friend, Peter.”
im done IM DONE
Simon’s tone sharpens, becomes supple. “But surely you can appreciate the poetry of this moment, Mr. Bell. You’re standing here, confronting me as I hold a hostage—just like your father did before you. Will you make the same mistake as he? Will you offer to take dear Emma’s place and—” “Yes,” Travis cuts in immediately, and Emma’s heart breaks into a million pieces.
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“No,” Emma whispers, can’t stop tears coursing silently, her wet cheeks the only warm spot on her body. “Please, Travis, don’t do this, he’s just playing with us, he only wants—” “If he wants me, he can have me.” Travis drags his gaze away from Simon long enough to burn his eyes into hers. “So long as you’re safe, it doesn’t matter.” It matters to me! Emma feels like she’s being ripped apart. The pain in her leg is nothing compared to this.
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“Hey.” “Holy shit.” She uncurls fast. It looks like it hurts. “You’re awake.” “Yeah.” Words are painful somehow, and his mouth and throat are dry. “You’re awake.” Emma, beside him, her eyes getting wet. “God. Oh god.” “You snore,” he says on a breath. “God.” She laughs, covers her mouth with her hand, drops her hand, lifts it again.
LMAOOOO
