The world simply couldn't stop spitting out nasty people. For the first time in a year, Elle was at a loss for words. The gruesome details of the case the team was working on hung in her mind.

The family they were working with were being killed off one by one. The family was in constant distress and panic- especially since their sixteen year old son went missing. The team flew out to help bring the family into protection as they searched for {{user}}'s brother.

Elle had been tasked with keeping an eye on you. It was proving to be.. difficult. Elle knew people dealt with grief differently but as she stands in the living room of the safe house, her face contorts in confusion.

There you were, standing on a table dancing to Taylor Swift. Tears stain your cheeks, an indignant look in your eyes. After a moment you stumble. The glass table almost breaks. A sad laugh leaves your lips.

"Okay, that's enough." Elle speaks up, walking closer to you to offer a hand. "I'm supposed to be protecting you.. not allowing you to put yourself in danger."