Focused tonight on updating this since my other CC fic got updated twice last night. There's about one or two more chapters to go for this fic. Depending on where I might take it. Enjoy!

This time, you decided to drink enough coffee and energy drinks to keep yourself awake all night. You knew Jones was bound to have yet another nightmare and there was always a chance you wouldn't wake up to your phone going off if he calls again.

Meanwhile, Jones tried to do some things to help himself relax before going to bed and hoped that he wouldn't have any more nightmares that only got worse each night.

"Here we go…" Jones muttered as he rolled to his side and closed his eyes.

- In the Nightmare -

You had just stood up and backed up a few feet when Jones suddenly got up and pointed his gun at your head. It was right after Tess seemed to of hypnotized him too.

"The right…thing…to do…" You heard him mutter.

"Jones…" You trailed off, staring at the gun as you held your hands up in a 'surrender' position at chest level. "…What are you doing?" you asked.

"Just doing the right thing." Tess answered for him.

Looking closely, you can see his eyes looked glazed over and that he seemed almost dazed.

"You… you actually hypnotized him." You came to that realization. "And here I thought it was a bunch of crap."

"Shocking isn't it?" Tess asked. "How hypnotism actually works? But you have to know how to do it."

You were about to reply when you heard the familiar click of a gun getting taken off of safety.

Click

"Whoa there, Jones! Snap out of it!" You said, bringing your focus from Tess back to the gun.

"Just pull the trigger already!" Tess said, sounding impatient.

You watched his finger move towards the trigger and rest on it. Just then, the door was slammed open and it revealed Ramirez with his frying pan.

"Jon-" Ramirez got cut off by the gun going off.

BANG

Ramirez closed his eyes as soon as he heard the gun, hand clenching the frying pan. When he opened his eyes a few moments later, he quickly started to cry at the sight in front of him.

Your body was slumped up against the wall the mirror was on and you were bleeding very quickly due to the bullet wound in your head.

You died instantly.

"J-Jones…" Ramirez said quietly, rushing to your side. "What happened in here?!"

"Hey officer Jones, why don't you shoot him too?" Tess asked, sounding innocent as she sat back in the chair she was sitting in.

Ramirez watched Jones raise his gun again and point it at Ramirez's head. In return, Ramirez gulped and stared at it, paralyzed in fear.

"S-Stop." Ramirez said. "Don't do-"

BANG!

Lying on the floor beside you, was Ramirez, whom also had a bullet wound in the head too.

After the second gun shot rang out, the other cops nearby knew something was wrong so one of them went and got Chief King.

By the time King arrived, other officers managed to handcuff Jones and take Tess to a holding cell. There, he ordered the officers to take Jones to another interrogation room.

Looking at the scene on the floor, King closed his eyes and tried to keep himself composed the best that he could. Crying could wait, he had two deaths he had to solve.

Deciding that Nathan wouldn't be able to handle taking care of you and Ramirez, he had another coroner come for you.

By the time he was sitting down in another room, Jones looked like he was back to himself again.

As King sat across from him, another officer behind Jones, and Cathy, Alex, Nathan, and Grace watching through the mirror, he sighed, trying to compose himself to ask what had happened.

"What happened, Jones?" King asked, almost quietly. "Why are two of my officers dead? Why were you holding the gun?"

"I… I don't know…" Jones muttered, not being able to bring himself to look at Chief King. "It's just… one minute we were interrogating Tess and I was angry at her about the murders she committed."

"Then?" King urged.

"My anger suddenly went towards (Y/N). That… pendulum or whatever it was being waved in my face... It made me become overwhelmed with so much anger, jealousy, and even a murderous rage. Before I knew it, my gun was out and for a moment, it was just (Y/N) and I. Alone. And there was one thought running through my mind over and over like it was on a loop."

"Was it, 'the right thing to do'?" Cathy asked, opening the door and walking inside.

"Yeah! How did you know?" Jones asked, looking at her crying form that stood by the door.

"That's exactly what Penelope Rivera told you and (YN) when you went to see her. She also mentioned a pendulum and suddenly being overwhelmed with anger." Cathy replied. "Question is, do you feel that was the right thing to do?"

Jones glanced down to the floor, remaining silent.

"Well?" King asked, deciding he had been through enough tonight so there wasn't much need to raise his voice at Jones. "We need a answer, Jones."

"I…" Jones thought it over before shaking his head. "No. No it was a fucked up thing to do!" he finally released the tears he was holding. "Oh my god!" He sobbed. "I-I murdered my p-partner and best friends!"

Jones put his head in his hands and his entire body began to shake.

"It wasn't your fault." Cathy said, stepping closer to the table.

"Y-Yes it was! I pulled the trigger!" Jones replied, not looking up.

"True." She stood by her grandfather's chair. "But it was Tess that made you do it. Just like how she hypnotized those girls to kill their friends or sister in one case."

"She's right." King said, starting to sound more like a father figure or friend rather than a Chief. "What happened was very unfortunate but know what Tess is capable of and how you would never hurt any of your friends let alone your partner."

"Exactly!" Cathy added. "Those girls may even be released due to simply being pawns in Tess' sick game."

"So…I'll be okay?" Jones asked, looking up. "I won't go to jail?"

"I'm not sure." King replied, truthfully. "But you will definitely be on a much needed break from work for a while."

"Okay." Jones nodded.

"It just depends on Judge Hall and how she feels when we tell her what happened." King continued.

"But I don't think you have much to worry about." Cathy replied. "The rest of us is here for you."

"Thank you." Jones smiled slightly.

"Though you will have to stay in a holding cell far away from Tess." King said as he stood up.

"Okay." Jones nodded, understanding why.

"Go ahead and take him there." King nodded to the other officer who nodded back.

Since his hands had been free after being brought to the interrogation room, he quickly realized he no longer had his gun on him.

"I-I can't go." Jones said, feeling extremely guilty and losing the will to live any longer.

"What?" King asked, turning back to him as he was about to walk out of the room.

"I can't go. I can't go to a holding cell. I can't face Judge Hall. Hell, I can't even live any longer." Jones hiccupped from crying before reaching for the other officer's gun and quickly grabbing it.

"Jones, NO!" King said, taking his out. "Don't do this. Ramirez and (Y/N) wouldn't want this to happen."

"I don't care…I don't deserve to live after what I did." Jones said, holding the gun to his head.

"Jones." King warned.

"I'm so sorry, Chief." Jones said.

"I know you are. But everything will be okay. There's no need to do this, Jones." King replied.

"Yes there is." Jones nodded then closed his eyes and pulled the trigger.

"Aah!" Jones gasped as he woke up completely startled.

For a moment, he thought he was still in the interrogation room. A minute later, he realized he was back in his room, lying in his bed. Crying once again and breathing heavily.

Finally getting the strength to move, he rolled to his side and saw it was now 3:30 A.M.

"I… I shouldn't call them again." Jones said, unconsciously reaching for his phone, "But maybe a text will be alright." He picked his phone up and unlocked it.

Jones: Had another nightmare. I don't know what to do anymore.

He texted to you. Meanwhile, you weren't at all surprised when you got a late night text from him, bringing you out of your thoughts as you silently read a book to yourself. The coffee and energy drinks doing their job at keeping you awake. Picking your phone up, you texted him back.

You: Do you want to talk about it now? Trust me, I'm not going to sleep any time soon.

Jones was surprised when he got a reply so quickly. Deciding he was composed enough, he called you. Figuring it would be much easier to talk that way instead of texting.

"Hey, buddy. Another rough night, huh?" You answered the phone.

"Yeah…" Jones sighed and rubbed his eyes.

You bit your tongue when he didn't answer further than that. Sighing to yourself, you felt it was time to tell him about your nightmares.

"Hey, I have a idea." You said.

"What?" Jones asked.

"If I tell you about how I suffered from nightmares for a while, will you tell me about yours?" You asked him.

"What?! You had nightmares too!?" Jones questioned, shocked.

"Yeah. So…." You trailed off. "For a few nights after that incident I had my own nightmares and it sounds like they may be similar to yours. I talked about them with Alex and Cathy and it really helped. I also started listening to music and reading a book before bed to help relax myself."

"And they stopped? Just like that?" Jones asks.

"Not right away but they stopped being so morbid and eventually did come to a end. I just kept talking about them to someone and did things to get my mind in a good state before going to bed." You replied.

"If talking it out helped, then maybe I can talk it out with you." Jones replied and sighed. "It was just so…" he trailed off.

"I know." You said. "But everything is okay. I kept reminding myself that everything was fine and how we had nothing to worry about and it also helped end the nightmares."

Jones felt better knowing he wasn't alone when it came to having morbid nightmares about that incident.

"Well, during the first nightmare," Jones started. "I ended up shooting your right eye out! Then… I shot you in the head a minute or so later. And I strangely felt great about hurting you…"

"Then you woke up?" You asked and Jones confirmed that he did. "What about last night?"

"In that nightmare, I shot you in the stomach and as you were lying on the floor quickly bleeding out, Ramirez came in." Jones stopped for a moment.

"He's okay." You said, feeling Jones was going to have a panic attack over Ramirez's wellbeing. "He's safe and sound at home with his family. Sleeping as we talk right now."

"I-I know. It was just…I shot him, (YN). He came in after I shot you and Tess told me to take him out since he was a witness. You and him begged me not to shoot him but I did anyway. Right in the head. A few minutes later, I shot you in the head again." Jones huffed, rubbing his face again.

"Yah know, these nightmares are pretty similar to the ones I had." You decided to say before he told you about the most recent nightmare. He mainly shot you along with Ramirez or someone else in your nightmares and looked proud for doing it. "What happened tonight?"

"I shot you in the head first instead of somewhere else. Then Ramirez came in and I shot him too after he rushed to your side. After talking with King and Cathy in another interrogation room, I took the gun off of the cop standing behind me and ended up killing myself due to the guilt and grief of killing you and Ramirez. Then I woke up." Jones sounded like he was tearing up some more.

"What did you talk about with King and Cathy?" You decided to ask.

"About how I felt it was the right thing to do even though I know it wasn't. And that I went from being angry at Tess one minute to being very angry and filled with murderous rage at you." Jones replied.

"Sounds almost like what those girls said." You said, thinking about what he just told you.

"What?" Jones asked, confused.

"After what happened, I went to see those girls that Tess hypnotized. They all told me the same thing, they remember that pendulum and that they were angry at their friend one second and filled with the need to kill the next."

"And that they felt it was the right thing to do afterward even though deep down they knew it wasn't and that they regret what they did even though it was Tess pulling the strings." You continued. "Do you remember that pendulum?"

"Yeah." Jones said. "I remember it going back and forth in my nightmares. What those girls feel like now sounds a lot like what happened to me."

"They didn't know what they were doing. If anything, it was against their will. I'm sure if they could reverse time or bring their friend back, they would. And I know you'll do the same if you had successfully shot me."

"Huh…" Jones went after a moment.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I actually feel better letting that off of my chest." Jones replies.

"See? I felt better too after talking about it. Why don't you try listening to music, reading a book, or something else each night to keep your mind off of what happened." You smiled to yourself.

"Okay." Jones nodded to himself. "I'll try. Thank you, (Y/N)."

"You're welcome." You replied. "And Jones?"

"Hm?" He hummed.

"If you really want to know what happened in that interrogation room from me personally, then let's talk about it later today. Maybe go for a walk too."

"Really? You'll tell me?" Jones asked.

"Yes. Let's go to the park later and talk there." You said.

"Okay." Jones replied, feeling much better. "Goodnight."

"Night." You said before hanging up.