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The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. JJ swallowed hard, trying her best to swallow down the unsurmountable emotions that she hadn't even begun to process. She swallowed again and took a short, shaky breath. "I know that you know...what's...going to happen," her brow furrowed and her voice cracked. "A-a person can't go through something like this an-and not..." her dull, blue eyes looked up and furiously blinked back tears before peering back into empathetic brown eyes. "I know," the blonde whispered. "But right now, will you please...just lie to me," JJ pleaded as her body started to tremble.
Emily stood still. Her breathing increased as her mind flashed back to her own recovery following captivity and torture at the hands of Doyle; the psychosomatic itch momentarily reared itself as she reflexively went to place her hand on her chest—above the clover. "Em..." The fractured voice brought the brunette out of her reverie and back into the present—back onto the rooftop where her best friend narrowly evaded death.
Emily slowly stepped forward, closing the distance between the two of them. "JJ..." Her own voice slightly cracked as she wrapped her arms around the shaking frame and pulled the blonde into an all-encompassing hug.
"Tell me it's over," JJ murmured, her face buried in the brunette's leather jacket.
The blonde felt a light pressure as Emily placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. The brunette paused, not exactly knowing how to respond to the request. It wasn't...over. Although Askari and Hastings were dead, it was just the beginning. A breakdown was...inevitable. Like JJ had said, a person can't experience something like this and not breakdown. When least expected, something or someone would undoubtedly trigger a flashback. Sooner or later, JJ would unwillingly revisit the unspeakable acts of terror that she experienced in her mind's eye. Emily knew this. She knew first-hand how it felt to wake up in genuine terror, although the source of the earthshattering fear was buried six feet under.
"JJ..." The brunette hesitated. She recognized the mask—the one the blonde was putting on as she was released from the embrace. "What you went through...I know that you're going to say you're fine," Emily bit her lip and took a shaky breath. "I know you'll...put on a front and say you're okay—just to ease everyone around you because they've already sacrificed too much." JJ's body stiffened. "I know you'll do this...because I see it now," the blonde jutted her jaw at the comment.
"We're going to walk out of here...together," Emily paused and peered into almost gray orbs. "I know that you'll place your attention on Cruz, and Henry, and-and Will...the others. Just know that when it happens...when the day does come...I'll be here." The promise lingered in the piercing air.