Monroe and Rosalee decided to split up, despite Monroe's dismay.
They were currently hiding behind a concrete pilar, finishing their argument to stick together or split up to look for a murder suspect Nick had called them about.
"Do you really think this is the best idea?" Monroe asked, looking around their space and back into the eyes of his wife.
She smiled at him, woging. "I think I can handle myself." She then turned around and left him standing in the dark, before he could argue with her any further.
His stomach was in knots as she ran from him. He looked around the space again, going the opposite direction, running through the building, water splashing onto his pant legs from puddles scattered around.
He couldn't get his mind off his wife who was now running around the building with a man who had been doing unspeakable things to women. But he trusted her and knew how strong she was despite appearing to be an ordinary woman.
This place was nearly impossible to navigate, pieces of the ceiling were scattered around the floor, rooms within the building were either impossible to get into or missing walls, and one even had chunks of the concrete broken out.
At this point, he hadn't seen Nick or Rosalee in nearly 10 minutes and something about the whole situation was making him feel uneasy. Once he had found a spot, he felt would hide him, he pulled his phone from his pocket and began to dial for Nick. As he did, he heard 2 voices of men he didn't recognize.
He looked around the corner from his hiding spot and saw the two men about 20 feet from him, one of them was the one Nick was looking for. As they were talking, he saw Rosalee creeping closer to them, appearing to be ready to pounce. He saw her look to him, and he vigorously shook his head, signally to her it was a bad idea. She then woged, showing her fox-like features, and showing him that she was capable of doing this.
As she was about to storm into the men's conversation, another man came up behind her, one she hadn't noticed. But, Monroe had. To his dismay, the man was quick and quiet, and Rosalee had not heard him.
As her name left his lips, he watched her get stabbed in the lower back twice. He was horrified, shocked, and angry. He woged and ran to the men, ripping the throat out of the man who had stabbed her and the other two getting away.
The anger washed from Monroe's body and he woged again, bringing back his human like appearance now soaked in the blood of the man who had stabbed Rosalee. He looked over to her. She was now laying on the ground, a puddle of blood quickly forming around her body.
"No!" he yelled, tears welling in his eyes as he ran to her, picking her head up placing it in his lap. She was still alive, her breathing straining as she did her best to keep them steady. He rolled her over slightly and began to fully cry at the sight of her stab wounds. "Oh god- Oh god." He said, panic setting in as he did his best to press a hand against them in an attempt to stop the bleeding.
"Monroe-" She said breathlessly, blood now coming from her mouth as she spoke. He shook his head, closing his eyes for a brief moment, swallowing hard trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. He looked to her again and she was barely holding on and the smell of death was already lingering on her, and Monroe knew the outcome of this.
He began to scream for Nick, he didn't know what to do, he didn't know how to help. He screamed his name 3 times, his voice cracking during the 3rd and final time. Nick, still not making an appearance.
He felt helpless as he held the body of his wife in his arms, her breathing slowing more and more by the second. "Please, Rosalee, just hold on." He begged her, hoping she could hold on until Nick came, or more police came, or an ambulance came. Anything.
"Mon..roe" She choked out, looking up at her husband, their eyes meeting. "It's okay." He shook his head again, trying to fix his grip around her, not knowing how to stand up and hold her wounds, his body slipping around in the puddle her blood has formed.
"It's not okay, none of this is okay. Please, Rosalee, please hold on. I'm-" He paused, looking around then back at her, her eyes beginning to shut. "Rosalee, no, please-" his eyes welled up with more tears, he blinked hard trying unblur his vision. "Stay awake, Rosalee please." He started breaking down, holding her closer to him. "I love you please. We're going to get help, you're gonna be okay." But he knew that wasn't the case, and as she began to speak, a soft 'I…' leaving her lips, he felt her body become limp in his arms.
He sat there for a moment, knowing what he had feared had happened. "Rosalee…" he began to shake her body, refusing to pull his face away from her, not wanting to see what he was dreading. "Rosalee, answer me-" he was panicking, his body growing hot, his stomach getting sick. "Rosalee- wake up." He said, finally pulling back from his wife and seeing her.
"Oh god." He said, laying her down. "OH GOD!" He screamed, throwing himself back from her and finally taking in the situation. There was so much blood and he was covered in it. "OH GOD!" He screamed again, this time throwing himself back to his wife and staring at her, attempting to CPR, his vision once again blurred with tears. He could smell that she was dead, he could feel that she was dead, but he refused to believe it. "Rosalee, please." He wept, wiping his eyes on his sleeve and continuing to do CPR. After a couple of minutes of doing this, Monroe had to admit to himself that his wife was gone. The women he'd began to make a life with was gone. He sat there for a moment, looking down at her, despite the blood she looked peaceful, as though she were sleeping.
This caused Monroe to cry more, he leaned his head against his wife and wept loudly, no longer containing any shred of grief. He then started to hear a beeping, he looked up from her and suddenly, he was awake.
Monroe awoke in his bed, sitting up quickly and looking at the vacant spot next to him. It felt so real. He looked down at his outfit and saw his pajamas were clean as were his blankets and bed. But where was Rosalee? He shouted her name, jumping from his bed and running downstairs. She wasn't in the living room, or the kitchen, or the study area. She wasn't in the bathroom, she wasn't in the house.
Panic set in over Monroe, his chest tightening as he looked for her. He ran back to his room and found his phone, calling his wife. But, it went to voicemail. He sat down on the floor his back against the bed and began to have a panic attack.
He couldn't breathe, he felt like his wanted to rip his skin off, his stomach was in knots. He tried to maintain his breathing but couldn't keep up as it became more rapid. His heart began to pound, the sound of it echoed in his ears. He was having a panic attack and he didn't know what to do.
He'd had a couple following the wesenrein situation, but never one this intense, never one he couldn't bring himself out of. He needed his wife, he needed to know she was okay and that what he dreamt wasn't real.
His hands grew shaky and he threw his phone, it crashing against a wall and then falling to the ground. He felt sick. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, feeling like he'd lost control of himself. "It wasn't real." His voice was shaky, the feeling of tears rushing down his cheeks stunning him. He knew it was a dream, it had to be, why was he crying? His thought began to spiral. What if she was dead? What if his dream was the reality and he couldn't remember? What if this was something that was going to happen? It all felt too much for him.
The room felt small around him as he opened his eyes again, begging Rosalee to appear in the doorway. He needed to see her, he needed to know she was okay. He covered his eyes again, weeping as the panic attack washed over him. This was when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He nearly jumped from his skin as he looked up, seeing his wife, seeing his Rosalee.
A wave of relief washed over him as he grabbed her, pulling her down and into his lap. "Monroe-" She said, overwhelmed by the situation and allowing him to hold her. "What happened?" She questioned.
He didn't answer her, he just held her, listening to her heartbeat and breathing in her scent and how alive she was. He felt his breathing growing more steady, the knot in his stomach loosening, the tears in his eyes changing from fear into relief.
He loosened his grip around Rosalee and she took the opportunity to fix her position, wrapping her arms around him and sat quietly, knowing Monroe needed to calm down on his own before he could explain what was going on. She'd never seen him like this, she'd found him during sleepless nights working on clocks following traumatic situations and even talked him out of past panic attacks, but this was different.
After 10 minutes of silence as Monroe wept into his wife's shoulder, he finally felt okay to talk to her. He loosened his grip completely and Rosalee climbed off of him, sitting on her knees next to him. She didn't speak, wanting him to explain what happened.
"Um…" he said, wiping his eyes on his pajama sleeves. "I'm sorry." He felt silly for crying, he felt silly for reacting this way over a dream. Rosalee shook her head at him, bringing a hand up to wipe his eyes. "Don't apologize." She paused again, staring at her husband. She brought her hands up and the sides of his face and directed him to make eye contact with her. "What happened…?" She said softly, seeing how exhausting all of this was for him by the way his eyes were puffed from crying and how flushed he was.
"I had this dream…" he began, shaking his head and letting out an embarrassed laugh. "It's not important but… I just, I thought for a moment it was real and I didn't know what I was going to do if it were real- I didn't know what I was going to do if you were- you were really…" she nodded, understanding what he was saying and what this dream must have been about.
"Nothing happened to me." She said, grabbing his hand and holding it. "I'm okay, you're okay." She tried to reassure him, he nodded along as she spoke, sniffing. "I know." He said softly. Leaning his head back against their bed and staring at the ceiling.
"I-" he tried to begin, closing his eyes trying to think of the words. "Nobody's promised tomorrow and I thought ours was gone." He said, looking back at her. "I thought you were gone." She held his hand not speaking, seeing just how fearful he was and how this dream affected him.
"Monroe…" She began but he interrupted her.
"Rosalee… You're my everything and this only made me realize how much that really meant. I couldn't imagine what it would be like without you, my world was ending, and you were just gone. You're my world and I want to spend every moment with you." He shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes.
She stopped him, getting closer and moving her hands to his face. "You're my world, Monroe. I know how much you love me. If the world were ending, I'd want to be next you holding your hand." She explained, his eyes shutting as she spoke and tears falling down his cheeks. "As long as we're together I'm going to die with a smile." She said, tears forming in her own eyes.
He nodded, opening his eyes and sniffing again. "Okay…" He said, trying to stop himself from crying as his face clearly showed he was wanting to. She pulled him into a hug, and they held one another, both crying softly against the other. She hated seeing her husband like this and couldn't help but pour her emotions out for him.
As she felt Monroe calming down, she pulled away and smiled at him, both of their faces wet from tears. "I don't want you to think you're going to get off that easy, I'm here for the long run. We both are." She joked trying to lighten the mood and Monroe met her smile with his own. She placed a hand on his cheek, and he leaned his head into it.
"I love you, Rosalee."
"I love you too, Monroe." He let out a soft sigh, closing his eyes, calmed by her finishing the sentence she didn't get to in his dream. This was enough to completely ease his body and his mind. He loved his wife, and she loved him, and they were both okay.
Their party was nowhere near ending, and he knew that now.