lost in the game (Peter Strahm x Reader)

Part 1 ~ The Game Begins

I was dreaming some random nonsense again as I heard a faint:

Beep, beep, beep... Beep, beep, beep...

As I woke up, a sense of irritation washed over me. My eyes slowly opened, only to discover the presence of a comforting arm draped around my waist, adding a subtle warmth to the moment.

I slowly turned the alarm off and turned to my husband's calm figure next to me, his eyes already open, saying, "Good morning, beautiful..." Peter mumbled.
His voice was clearly groggy from just waking up, but it still sounded sweet. "Good morning, Peter," I replied, savoring the quiet moments before the day unfolded.

A soft stream of sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a gentle glow on the two of us.
It was a really calm and peaceful, I didn't want to break this moment, but I had to get up, we had to get up...

"What are you thinking about?" I heard Peter ask, pulling me out of my thoughts, "I was just enjoying this moment... this feels unreal"
I softly told him as a smile formed on my face once again.
Moments like this reminded me of a different side of life, a side besides the cruel world of our stressful work life, and all the brutal cases.

I cuddled into him one last time before we had to get up for work. It's sad that we didn't have these calm moments often, as life's demands usually kept us busy. The warmth of his embrace lingered, providing a comforting contrast to the impending hustle of the day.

"Come on let's time to get up, we've got to get ready," I yawned out and gradually sat up.
"Maybe you're right," he responded, clearing his throat as he prepared to rise from our shared bed, There was something captivating about him in these moments... the tousled hair,
the casual clothing's attractiveness that never failed to catch my eye.

As he got to collect his clothes from the closet, I finally got out of bed and followed him, I grabbed my clothes, we both got dressed.
After we finished in our bathroom, we went into the kitchen together, When he turned on the coffee machine a decent scent of coffee filled the room.

Opening the fridge, I was looking at what I could prepare for a fast breakfast,
Perhaps eggs and bacon? Or maybe something else...?
My thoughts were so focused on what I could prepare that I didn't notice that Peter wrapped his arms around me, "Need help?" he asked.

Feeling his embrace made me smile once again, "Would you like to work on the eggs,
while I tackle the bacon?"
Together, we started gathering ingredients, sharing a lighthearted conversation as the sizzling sounds filled the kitchen.
As the aroma of breakfast filled the air, a reminder that it was these simple moments that transformed mundane days into something extraordinary.

As we finished our breakfast, the reality of the impending workday set in. With a shared sigh, we gathered our belongings, exchanging a brief glance that spoke volumes. "Ready for another day?" Peter asked with a playful grin, breaking the silence.
"As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, savoring the last sips of coffee.

We got out of the house and went to our car, greeted by the warmth of the morning sun,
a beautiful scene
However, the tranquil scene was a fleeting prelude to the imminent return to the demands of our hectic work life.
We got to work and were immediately greeted with a cryptic message from our liaison, Detective Kerry, she has been our liaison for the Jigsaw case for a long time.

I opened the envelope and read, "Open the door, and you will find me...." I just raised an eyebrow at this, confused, what door? Then I also noticed a key in the envelopes, "what do you have there?" Peter asked me a curious question and looked over my shoulder.

"Some weird message look..." I told him that I handed him the message, he inspected the paper and seemed to try to make sense of it, he then looked at me, "any idea?" I just shook my head "I have no idea either," then I inspected the items once again.

Peter and I exchanged puzzled glances, trying to decipher the mysterious message, "How can we be sure that it was really Detective Kerry? What if Jigsaw is trying to get us on the wrong path?" „Well, that could be possible Y/N, but we don't really have proof for that," Peter said, fidgeting with the key „it could be John Kramer or his suspected apprentices"

We both pondered the possibilities, realizing the gravity of the situation. "We need more information," i said, determined.
"Let's investigate carefully, and if it's a trap, we'll be ready."

Later we speculated more about the key and the message, and after a while, we got information that Kerry had been found dead in a supposedly Jigsaw trap. The news of Detective Kerry's demise sent a chill down our spines. The gravity of the situation heightened, and a somber mood filled the room.
As we absorbed this shocking revelation, a wave of uncertainty gripped us was it really Jigsaw's doing, or was there a more sinister plot unfolding?

As we approached Detective Hoffman at the scene, the weight of Detective Kerry's death hung heavily in the air. Peter extended a greeting, "Detective Hoffman?" and we both introduced ourselves, seeking answers in the midst of the unsettling circumstances.

I inspected the room and said, "'Open the door, you will find me' does that sound familiar to you?"