Finally got around to updating it! Enjoy!
Chapter 3 -
Throughout the day you saw Jones struggle to stay awake and eventually the two of you went and got a coffee, getting him to wake up a little bit but not much. However, the cookie you brought for him did cheer him up. Luckily, you guys didn't have a case to worry about.
Whenever you were alone, a few other cops that noticed how exhausted he was asked you about the situation.
You simply told them that he had a rough night and that was it.
That night, Jones dreaded going back to sleep, thinking he was going to have another nightmare.
With a deep sigh, Jones closed his eyes, and eventually fell asleep. Which wasn't hard due to how tired he was all day.
- In the Nightmare -
"Ah, here we are at last, (Your Rank) (Y/N). Did you like my little game? I sure enjoyed it!" Tess smirked from across the table.
"So you're our killer, Tess. Or should we call you the Rorschach Reaper?" Jones questioned.
"Unimaginative name, but what can I do? No one asked for my opinion." Tess rolled her eyes. "I must say, you've taken your time to catch me. You can even say I made you a favor. Had I not decided to kill Madison myself, you would have never known."
"So why did you do it, Tess? Why kill all those people? Why influence other girls to do your dirty work? Why reveal yourself now?" Jones asked.
"I guess, in the end, everything boils down to one simple reason. What's the point of being brilliant if no one knows about it?" Tess continued to smirk as she brought her pendulum out and began waving it in Jones' face.
"But you wouldn't know about being brilliant, would you, Officer Jones? (Your Rank) (Y/N)'s dog, always following, always praising, always failing...It's unbearable, isn't it?" She continued.
"What are you doing!?" You questioned her as you looked back and forth from her to Jones.
"Living in (Your Rank) (Y/N)'s shadow, being endlessly scolded for failing to meet their standards... So much frustration, Officer Jones...It has to stop, hasn't it?" She ignored you and continued.
"Jones…" You muttered, turning to him fully and watched as his eyes continued to follow her pendulum.
"It can't go on forever, it has to stop now. Now and forever. And there's only one thing to do. The right thing." Tess said.
"The right... thing... to do…" Jones muttered before standing up and holding his gun at you
You got up as well and held your hands in a 'surrender' position at chest level. You didn't even think about grabbing your own gun that you had on your hip.
"Jones, don't." You said, now worried. "You don't want to do this."
"Yes you do, Officer Jones." Tess said. "It's the right thing to do."
"No it isn't." You said, shaking your head. "Jones, you'll ruin both of our lives if you pull that trigger. Probably even more than just us. Do you really want that?"
"The right…thing…" He muttered and you saw him take his gun off of safety. Your eyes widened slightly and you felt your heart start to beat fast.
Click
"Jones…" You breathed. "Please, buddy. Snap out of it! You wouldn't hurt your best friend and partner."
"Shut up!" Tess yelled and stood up, clearly angry at how long it was taking despite being just a few minutes, or not even. "Do the right thing, Jones! Ignore them and pull the trigger! It's the right thing to do! Then, you'll be the best detective this damn city has ever known!"
"The…right thing…to do…" Jones muttered again, and aimed his gun.
"David…" You begged. "…Don't…"
You closed your eyes and then…
Bang!
You ended up falling onto your back and rolled over to your left side. Holding your bleeding stomach as tight as possible with your arms.
"Oh…my…fuck…" You cursed in pain.
Your heart was beating much faster now and you began to shake, feeling all of the blood seep through your clothes.
Looking at Jones, you can see him smirking as he lowered his gun and stared down at you.
Suddenly, Ramirez ran in with a frying pan in hand and as he dropped it, he noticeably paled, at seeing the blood that you were quickly lying in a pool of.
"J-Jones." Ramirez stepped forward in absolute shock. "What did… what did you do?"
"Shoot the penguin too." Tess shrugged as she sat back down.
"Don't." You said, quickly but painfully. "He did nothing, Jones."
Jones looked from Ramirez to you and held his gun up at Ramirez.
"I'm the one you wanted dead, yes? No need to take a innocent life."
"But there's always a need to take out any witnesses." Tess added.
"True…" Jones muttered as his hand clenched the gun.
"Jones…" Ramirez said, holding his hands up, absolutely petrified.
"Jone…sy…" You found it hard to get out.
Your vision was starting to go black and your entire body became weak as you were overwhelmed with lightheadedness.
"The right…" Jones started.
"Jones." Ramirez said.
"…Thing…" Jones continued.
"Dav….id….don't…." You breathed, closing your eyes, not wanting to watch the scene unfold.
"…to…" His finger touched the trigger.
"Please…" You and Ramirez begged.
"…do…" Jones smirked as he pulled the trigger again.
The tears fell from your eyes as you heard the gun go off again. You couldn't bare to open your eyes so you kept them tightly shut. Not even the loud THUMP from Ramirez dropping dead would make you open them.
"Damn…it…" You cursed as you began to sob. None of this was suppose to happen.
"Didn't that feel great, Jones? Your ex-partner is slowly dying and can deal with the guilt of not saving that other officer." Tess smiled.
"Not… my…" You tried to say something but began to find it hard to speak.
'It wasn't my fault…' You thought to yourself. '…Right? Right… It was Tess' fault. Not mine…not Jones…'
"I guess that did feel great." Jones said, lowing his gun. "Not only am I free from your shadow and can stop being expected to meet your standards, but I won't have to deal with Ramirez anymore either."
"You…don't…" You coughed. "…mean…that…"
You practically screamed in pain when the coughing damaged your wounded stomach even more, causing more blood to rush out.
"Nah. I do." Jones grinned. "Bye, (Y/N). It has sucked knowing you."
"…Bye, partner." You managed to choke out through the tears as he pulled the trigger for a third time.
Jones didn't even need to wipe his face to know he was crying. No, sobbing in his sleep.
Now he was beginning to question whether or not he had made a move to harm Ramirez and that they just kept that from him too.
"No…" Jones sobbed. "I didn't hurt him. I would never hurt Ramirez… (Y/N), or anyone…"
He felt guilty about calling you again but knew that Ramirez had a wife and kids and he didn't want to wake them up by accident.
Once he felt he was composed enough, he grabbed his phone and hit your contact number.
Ring
Ring
Ring
Ring
"Good morning, sunshine." You answered after a minute to wake yourself up from your phone waking you up again. "Another nightmare?"
"I'm sorry for waking you up at almost 5 in the morning this time. I just…" Jones sounded like he was going to burst into tears again.
"Hey…" You started. "It's alright. It was just a nightmare."
"I know but… what if it becomes a reality?" Jones questioned.
"You aren't going to snap and kill me." You replied. "That was just Tess being a crazy serial killer."
"I didn't mean me being the one to kill you." Jones said. "I meant literally anyone else. What will I do if I lost you? Lost anyone for that matter? I don't know if I can lose you, Ramirez, or anyone else. Not after we lost Chief King a while back."
"Well, I would hope you would continue to be the awesome detective I know you are." You replied. "And if I do die or get murdered even, I'll always watch over you and everyone else. Just like how I'm sure Chief King is watching over us right now and throughout the day."
"Yeah… I guess…" Jones sighed and wiped his face with his hand. "Will I ever stop having nightmares?"
"You will." You replied. "You just need to stop worrying and scaring your subconscious."
"Maybe…" Jones trailed off.
"I have a idea." You started after a moment. "Tonight, why don't you listen to music or something to help you relax? Maybe then you'll be able to sleep through the night." You suggested.
"Okay." Jones nodded to himself. "Worth a shot."
After a moment of silence, you decided to ask something.
"…Do you want to talk about the nightmares?" You asked.
You talked about the nightmares you had with Alex and Cathy. They are the ones who gave you different suggestions to get them to stop and help yourself relax at night. Listening to music was one of the things.
Talking it out with them also helped you too.
"Not… not now." Jones sighed. "It was just so…morbid…"
"I can imagine." You replied.
"I just feel better hearing your voice." Jones said. "Sorry again for waking you up…again…"
"Don't worry about it. I'm here for you." You smiled to yourself.
"I'll see you later." Jones said.
"Okay. See yah." You replied and said goodbye.
After hanging up, you decided to get up and have breakfast after taking a shower first. No need to sleep for another hour or two when you knew you weren't going back to sleep anyway.
Meanwhile, Jones stayed in his bed for another hour before he even made a move to get up.
Once he showered, he decided to listen to music as he made breakfast. You were right, it was relaxing and got his mind off of the two nightmares he had thus far.
But now he felt…nervous…about seeing Ramirez in a few hours. He knew he had nothing to worry about but killing him and you in his nightmare really petrified him.
Taking a deep breath, he continued on with cooking. Trying to think of anything other than the two bodies of his closest friends.
Why yes, I do know i'm a horrible person but hey, it was only a nightmare. I'm gonna try and catch this one up with my other CC fic. But that one will definitely be longer than this one.