AN: 2.8
Thanks
It is so unbelievably frustrating existing somewhere in the middle of the chain of command, more so when the guy above you is out to get you.
Linden's sure this is what it is because it can't be anything else.
"My partner's out there alone and he needs us!"
"He was screaming, they were beating him, deplore the search!"
Begging is a waste of time and energy, so she leaves with a warning and heads to the Indian reservation herself.
She's fueled by desperation and a weak tactic – her ability to bluff. And it doesn't occur to her that any of this is irrational because it's about time and her partner's life and her own bad decisions.
When reinforcement comes (and she is so, so relieved that they actually came), she digs along with them. She can't just sit there and wait while they do the work, it'd just make her go crazy.
And she is determined to move the ground she's standing on just to find him. She will not leave until she finds him.
Where is he?
Where is he?
Think!
Look!
Look for clues, signs, smells, anything.
He's here somewhere, but where, where?
When she finally sees Holder lying there bloodied and unconscious she can barely believe what she sees. The guilt, fear, anger and shame all attack her at once but she's also so, so glad to have found him.
And when she hears that he's alive, she thanks whatever force out there that kept this from being a lot worse than it actually is.
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