#theirgrief

for the last two months, emmas life had been... a lot to say the least. she had to navigate life again, get used to how things had changed since she was gone and figure out a way to get by in this world. to stay hidden from the amazons and while part of her wanted to know her dad, she was also terrified of his brother sam after her killed her. in the back of her mind she would search for him in any town they were in but mostly on keeping herself hidden. but all the while she had a nagging in her head, why was she here? what purpose did her being alive again serve? something she thought about every night in a cheap motel room and every morning she woke up. truthfully, emma wasn’t sure what brought her back or the details behind it. all she knew? she needed to stay dead, or at least in the minds of the amazons. getting a job that tracked her in the system wasn’t an option so she settled for floating through towns, playing poker, stealing money and making a living that way. the amazon just finished a game of pool, having hustled the man she was playing and with a sly grin she slipped the 100 dollar bill into the back pocket of her jean - thankfully sexist assholes still existed, it funded a lot of her money. with a nearly empty bottle the brunette waltzed to the bar, leaning against the counter. “i’m empty.” she pouted. “can you get me another?” emma asked as her emerald hues landed on the man standing behind the bar, he was handsome, but she was more concerned with how she could swindle more money. 

it had been a long day but a nice one, the morning started with some gardening while dean mowed the lawn and after was one of bens baseball games. of course they won, as they usually did, and they went out for lunch to celebrate after. now that they were all back home and relaxed for the afternoon it was time to put on a movie and do nothing, just enjoy each others company. walking back in the living room from the kitchen lisa passed a soda to ben and handed dean a beer as well as one in her own hand. the brunette looked up at him, offering a soft smile before settling in against his side on the couch. this last year had been one of the happiest of her life with dean, it felt right. “what movie are we watching tonight, boys?” she asks, looking between the two of them.

it had been a long day of drving, jody told her about this case and she was a few states over and wanted to check the case out. the blonde had been hunting on her own for a few years now, she had learned the dark and dangers of it long ago but it was who she was now - it was her life and the only drive she really had. that and her affinity for trying fries in every town she stopped in, it was a weird ritual but it was one of hers that started when she was young and moving from group home to group home. on her lap sat a box of curly fries and a packet of ketchup that she dipped in as she drove, wind flying through her long blond locks and she sang along to the tune on the radio until she came to the nearest and cheapest motel room in the city. it was god awful, but at least it had a bed and shower and really, what more did she need? claire booked herself two nights and would always add on later if need be. she let herself inside using the key, bag slung over her shoulder and she made enough time to shower and change into a pantsuit to blend in as an fbi agent. it didn’t take too long after she pulled her hair into a bun, slipped heels on and applied a light amount of makeup. finally with her fake badge secured she left to go to the local police office. it didn’t take long to be directed to the place of the scene, once there she crossed under the yellow tape and began to look around for any kind of clues. hearing a noise made her brow lift in curiosity, looking over her shoulder and seeing someone else come in and she stood up straight and studied them before saying anything initially to wait and gauge who they were so she didn’t kick herself in the ass.