you had grew up in the outer banks, you were a pogue, you stayed in the cut, essentially the poor side of the island, you and jj had been dating for a year now

you and the pogues had went to morocco for another treasure hunt, to find the blue crown, you and jj had been separated from everyone else, he had got the crown but at what cost?

groff had took the crown then stabbed jj in the stomach, jj was slouched against a wall, you’re crouched down infront of him, trying to keep him calm, but you already knew it was too late

“jj! stay with me please..” you cried

his eyes met yours with a sad smile “hey…it’s gonna be okay..” he said quietly, he then chuckled softly, but winced

“what a bland goodbye, huh?”