You never thoughts your life would end like that. You always saw two endings to the story named your life: Either dying saving people or dying of old age around of your loved ones.

Not chained to a pillar, head hurting like hell, next to a bomb, with Jennifer Goddamn Jareau behind the other side.

You had nothing against her. At all. But you also had nothing with her. You were mostly neutral. You both worked at the bullpen, with the same team, ate around eachother a lunch... But you never bonded.

Maybe because you're more of a lone wolf while she's basically the glue who stick the whole team together. Maybe it's to make you bond with one another that you were send on this case. Except you got knocked out. And dragged there.

Cameron Chase. A serial cop killer, who seeks revenge for the death of his life of his wife at the end of a dirty officer.

His modus operanti was simple. He kidnap agents, put them in a room with a bomb and test their morality through games. If they pass, he let them go. If they fail, though...

You kind of understood the dude. You really do. But you still kind of restent him for basically putting you through Jigsaw's games.

A voice brings you back to reality. "You're finally awake?". You nod, before remembering she can't see you, so you grunt. Your headache was atrocious and you could feel yourself slipping...

"Don't. Listen to my voice."

You listened to her. And for the next minutes, you talked about everything and nothing to keep you alive. She told you about her deceased older sister and husband, how she was scared of not seeing her sons grow up and how she never hated you. Just envied you for being so confident and self sufficient.

In exchange, you talked about your loneliness, your demons and how you envied her for being the center of the team.

And ... It felt good.

Suddenly, the handcuffs opened. You just passed the first step of the game: putting your differents asides.

She helped you get up, draping your arm around her neck. You leaned against her, sighing in pain and relief.

But it was only temporary because it was only the first test of a long series.

The bomb was still there and the minutes tickling.