#ian doyle

and the only way to have some semblance of control and peace is if she can ensure your safety.

she can't tell the team about anything that's happening so she has to be real secretive about it

"hey," she closes the door behind you. your eyes scan her apartment. everything looks the same, but everything felt different. "i'm glad you invited me."

she smiles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. emily takes your hand, "we can talk as we eat." she leads you to the dining room, having already set everything off.

"em," you pull your hand back, "you've been dodging my calls."

"i know, let's talk as we-" she reaches for your hand, but you step back.

"emily," she pauses at your tone, "i don't know what's going on with you, but i know you've been avoiding me." she looks away, hands wringing.

she takes a breath, stepping in front of you. you could see the worry on her face and you fight to smooth out her furrowed brows, "if i promise to tell you everything, will you have dinner with me first?" she takes your hand, rubbing her thumb on your knuckles.

you wilt, weak to her touch, "it better be that restuarant i like." she rolls her eyes, teasingly.

you take a generous gulp of your wine, trying to ease your nerves. at that, emily visibly relaxed. she takes a sip of her wine, "how's work?"

you feel your stomach jolt, "um- it's fine. my boss is still an annoying ass, but-" the room spins and your eyes start to lose focus, "em, something's-"

you try to look at your girlfriend, but you feel her presence next to you, "you're okay, sweetie. just close your eyes." her cold hands cradle your face and you obey her words, letting the chill cool the queasiness. "i'm sorry," she speaks quietly, trying not to make you worse, "i didn't realize you'd react so badly to it. i thought you'd fall asleep." her voice dripped with regret.

your vision swims as you try to comprehend her words, "wha-" words felt like cotton and it was getting too hard to keep your head up.

she shushes you, gentle and loving, "just rest," she pets your hair, trying to soothe you, "when you wake up, you'll be in a safe place, okay?"

"emi-"

she seems to not hear you, "you'll be safe right next to me and doyle won't be able to lay a hand on you." your eyes close, succumbing to the wave of vertigo. the last thing you feel is her cold lips kissing your forehead.