you had been kidnapped on a case, forced to face your worst fear: drowning. technically, you didn’t drown, but the torture was relentless. they waterboarded you, held you underwater for what felt like an eternity, only to pull you back from the brink. it was hell, and every second you prayed for your team to find you.

when they finally did, the relief was overwhelming, but the trauma lingered. it took you a long time to feel okay around water again, to find the strength you had before the incident. emily, always the supportive partner, did everything she could to help you through it, to help you reclaim a sense of normalcy.

one night, after an exhausting case, you were resting in her arms, wrapped up in the comfort of your shared bed. but then you heard it—the sound of rain outside, tapping against the windows. instantly, fear gripped you, and you clung to emily as if your life depended on it.

without hesitation, she began rubbing your back, her touch grounding you. “shh, shh. i got you, i promise,” she whispered, her voice soft, steady. “they can’t get you. okay? i’m right here.” her warmth, her reassurance, slowly eased the panic, and you allowed yourself to melt into her arms, trusting in her promise.