*WARNING mentioned/implied miscarriage*

Part 2

Amanda shifts uncomfortably in her seat as she feels the intensity of the cramps increase tenfold. She pulls her lip in between her teeth as she struggles to suppress a painful moan while rummaging through the contents of her desk drawer. Finally, she feels her hand land on a bottle of ibuprofen; she quickly takes out two pills and swallows them dry, not trusting her ability to get a glass of water without passing out. Though, she's not particularly worried about her ability to keep the pills down, knowing that she had managed to eat at least half of the Chinese food they had ordered an hour ago.

Amanda stands at the back of the interrogation room, leaning against the wall as Fin questions the perp they had caught mere hours ago during Rollins' undercover stint. The cramps had remained, but at least the ibuprofen made them manageable enough for her to go unnoticed by the rest of the squad.

Amanda freezes as she feels the cramps relent, knowing what follows. The color drains from her face as she feels something sticky leak out onto her underwear, instantly warming he thighs.

Doing her best to remain calm, Amanda quickly pushes herself off of the wall she's leaning against and walks as casually and urgently as she can out of the interrogation room and into the restrooms, ignoring the confused looks Liv and Amaro shoot her way.

As she sits down on the toilet, she feels another intense cramp shoot through her lower abdomen.

Not here! She pleads in her head. Not now!

She's not quite sure how long it's been since she took refuge in the end stall but from what she could tell very few people had been in and out. Feeling dizzy and shaky, she's aware that she's in dire need of some help. Her underwear is soaked in blood, and her pants aren't much better. Not wanting to inform any of the male members of the squad and being concerned by the status of her current relationship with Liv, Amanda considers whether or not she could suck it up and retrieve the necessary items from her desk herself.

Another wave of cramps washes over her, but this time the pain remains, residing in her back, abdomen, and upper thighs. The realization dawns on her that she doubts she would be able to stand up even if she wanted to.

Amanda pulls out her phone debating on who to text. She wasn't too keen on informing Fin that she had fallen victim to 'lady problems' nor was she excited to ask Liv for help, doubtful that she would believe her excuse. As she begins to weigh the lesser of the two evils, her thoughts are interrupted by someone bursting into the bathroom.

"Amanda, you alright?!"

Not now. Amanda thinks. Please for the love of god, Nick. Not now!

"I'm fine Nick," she manages to bite back, "Now will you please get the hell out of the women's restroom!" She nearly shouts.

"No!" Nick responds as Amanda watches his feet move further into the bathroom, "You're clearly not fine. You've been in her for ten minutes!"

"Oh, so you're timing me?!" Amanda replies, anger taking over her, despite her very vulnerable position.

"I'm not timing you, I just noticed!" Amaro yells back, "I came in here to check on you after we finished the interrogation you just ran out of!"

"Get out of here Nick," Amanda seethes, managing to refrain from yelling.

"You don't want my help? Fine!" Nick yells, slamming the bathroom door shut behind him.

Once Nick leaves, Amanda feels the adrenaline and anger drop out of her system, leaving her doubled over, sobbing on the bathroom toilet.

"Where were you?" Fin asks casually as he spins in his chair, watching Nick as he sits down heavily in his chair.

"I went," Nick bites, anger still coating his voice, "To go check on Amanda. She's been in the bathroom for ten minutes, but she won't tell me what's wrong! I-"

"Wait," Fin says, stopping Amaro from going on an anger-filled tangent, "You went into the women's bathroom?" Fin questions, instantly seeing the error in Nick's actions, which he seemed unable to comprehend.

"Yeah?" Amaro questions, anger still present in his tone.

Fin stares blankly at his coworker for a moment. Could he honestly see no problem with what he had just done? Of course, Amanda wouldn't talk to him, he walked into the women's bathroom for god's sake!

Choosing to pick his battles, Fin ignores Amaro as he pulls out his phone, sending a quick text to Amanda. As he puts his phone back down he chooses to ignore Amaro's questioning gaze, deciding that now is not the time to try and explain something as simple as not going into a women's restroom.

Amanda hears her phone ding, and wipes her teary eyes, seeing a text from Fin appear on her phone.

'Are you alright? You need anything?' The text read.

'I'm fine. Do you think you could bring me my bag though?' She replies, hoping he'll say yes and leave it at that.

'Of course,' he texts back instantly, 'You sure you're alright with me coming into the bathroom?' He adds.

'It's fine,' she texts back, feeling some of her anxiety relieve itself, knowing that she'll be getting a change of clothes and won't have to leave the bathroom in blood-soaked clothes while going to acquire new ones from her bag.

A few minutes later she hears a knock on the bathroom door.

"It's Fin," a voice calls out before she hears someone entering.

She watches the bag slide under the door. She's never been more grateful that she carries a change of clothes with her just in case. As she rummages through the bag, checking to make sure she has everything, horror dawns on her. She only has tampons. She doesn't have a pad and hasn't even bothered to carry one with her for years, aside from a short while in Atlanta and for a few days some weeks ago, but she never thought to put some in her work bag.

She lets out an audible sigh at the realization of what she has to do.

"Manda," A voice calls out, tapping lightly on the stall, "You alright? Have everything you need?" Fin asks.

"Umm, not exactly," Amanda admits, feeling a feverish blush spread across her cheeks.

"What do you need?" Fin asks, sensing the blonde's discomfort.

"Uhh…" Amanda trails off.

"It's fine Manda," Fin reassures her, "I'm not gonna judge you, just tell me what you need."

"You sure?" Amanda questions, feeling embarrassed by what she's about to ask.

"You want me to get Liv?" Fin asks, concerned by the apprehension in his friend's voice.

"No!" Amanda shouts quickly, the sudden rise in her voice causing her abdomen to contract more, forcing a quiet whimper out of her.

"Manda?!" Fin asks, his concern growing more, "You sure you're alright?"

"I'm fine," Amanda replies, pulling her lip back between her teeth, "Do you- umm- do you think you could get me a pad?" She finally asks, she's sure her cheeks are bright red by now. "I- umm- I forgot to restock," she adds, laughing joylessly in an attempt to rescue herself from the all-consuming embarrassment.

"Sure thing, Amanda," Fin replies instantly, "I'll text you if I need any help," he adds with a laugh, clearly trying to reduce the blonde's very obvious discomfort.

She hears Fin leave and lets out a sigh of relief, the worst of it was over. Well, at least in terms of embarrassment. Physically, she knew it could be weeks until the unrelenting pain in her legs, back, and abdomen would ease up. Screw every guy who insisted getting kicked in the balls hurt the most, this hurt way more. And fuck every time she indulged in her self-pity while on her period. She would take one of her regular shitty periods over this feeling any day.

Although, she humors herself, she would give money to see the male members of the squad experience what having a period is like.

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