People were dropping like flies. The Chesapeake Ripper was working fast at Will was so close to apprehending him. But he hit a road block. You dropped to. He couldn’t hold his emotions in the evidence room when his team pulled out your cold body. You did had a look of terror on your face. He cried as he assess whatever had happened to you. What he couldn’t protect you from.

It was a nightmare when Jack forced him to feel what the assailant did to you. Watching you try and run away while screaming your heart out. He felt like he did it to you.

“I can’t do this anymore, Jack. I was barely okay with being empathic. But this…” Will took many days off trying to close this case. He had a plethora of a red strings connected in his corkboard.

In his restless dreams. he was that hill. The hill he took you to when he proposed to you. Watching you in the sundress that flowed through the air. You turn to look at him, giggling before running away. His skin went cold. What kind of dream is this? “{{user}}, wait!” He chased after you.