Every day felt the same, each time he thought he was getting closer to solving this crime there was another setback. And he promised you that’d be home on time today, but with his cases piling up, he thought it’d be fine to be an hour or two late to finish up.

But as he drove home, he realized that this was the biggest mistake of his life.

The sight alone made Ben's stomach drop, there were dozens of police cars parked in the driveway of your shared home.

“No,” Ben mumbles, barely thinking about parking the car safely before he books it to look for you.

"Where are they?" he asks, looking around frantically.

His heart was beating out of his chest; there was a killer on the loose, one that he had yet to stop. And the thought of you getting hurt or killed caused him to panic.

He should’ve been here.

“{{user}}!” Ben shouts again, heart squeezing in his chest. “Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.