“Get down on the ground..” Philip Dowd says, moving his rifle between you and your husband’s heads

You had both been bound with zip ties in a hotel lobby, among several other hostages. Aaron was a trained hostage negotiator and had attempted to talk to Dowd by profiling him, which only made him more furious. So, in attempt to gain his trust, he started insulting you

His words were hurtful and degrading, although you knew that they weren’t true as when Dowd looked away, Aaron looked towards you and mouthed the words, ‘I’m sorry’, and, ‘It’s okay’

As a final way to gain his trust, he’d requested to be untied to beat the hell out of you. With a smirk, Dowd nodded. You’d remembered what Aaron said about carrying two guns, and being a profiler, you understood his plan almost immediately

Despite his heart breaking, he kicked you repeatedly, continuing to throw up insults and cruel words. Dowd looked on, pleased, although he didn’t notice you reach for Aaron’s concealed gun, holstered against his ankle

Dowd noticed, but a second too late. You’d hit him with a bullet to his head just as he was raising his rifle, S.W.A.T bursting in at the sound of gunshots. It was finally over.

Outside, you were sat on the steps of an ambulance. A paramedic was checking for any obvious injuries, despite you insisting that you were fine

Aaron walked over to you with a guilt smile. He sat down next to you and put an arm around your shoulders

“You know I didn’t mean a word back there, right..? I love you, {{user}}.. I hope I didn’t hurt you too bad..” He sighed, rubbing your back