lost in the game (Peter Strahm x Reader)

Part 3 ~ Hold me

This sweet moment sadly couldn't last any longer since we had another crime scene waiting for us. Once he collected his jacket from the interrogation room, we made our way to the motel.

We entered the motel and went up the stairs, down a hallway into a room. When entering the room, you could see a door leading to the room where the motel proprietor was found dead. He was identified as Ivan Landsness, having faced legal charges on three occasions related to a serious offense. This trap seemed to be a bed, with arm and leg restraints, in this case, meant to remove his limbs. There was text on the door saying "Feel what I feel", this wasn't Ivan's test; it was Rigg's. The room made me uncomfortable, all these pictures on the wall, all of the women involved in Ivan's offense cases it made me sick to my stomach, i cleanched my fists trying not to let my emotions overcome me in this moment.

The room had been rented for the past six days to a lawyer named Art Blanc. So, our next stop was Art Blanc's property. On the way there, I still had the image of the room on my mind, the pictures of the women all over the room. Just rethinking about it made me sick again. I was so deep in my thoughts when I felt the soft touch of a hand on my thigh. I looked at Peter while he drove. "Are you alright?" Peter continued driving as I explained, "Yeah, I'm alright; just the images were a little unsettling." The memory of the disturbing room lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of unease.

Arriving at one of Art Blanc's properties, we prepared for another round of investigation, hoping to unravel the connection between the victims and their assailant. The gravity of the case weighed on us as we stepped into the unknown territory of Art Blanc's life, unsure of what revelations awaited us there. Following the SWAT team down a staircase, we descended into a dark basement with a small hallway-type room. Approaching a table, we discovered two ominous files. One reads, "Open the door, and you'll find me," and the other states, "You're in danger of stepping too close... step back."

Confused, I looked at Peter and asked, "What does this mean?" His response wasn't what I hoped for. "We're the two Jigsaw targets." My eyes widened at the unsettling realization. A shiver ran down my spine as the weight of Peter's words sank in. "Targets?" I muttered disbelief in my voice. Peter's gaze remained focused, his expression hardened. "Looks like Jigsaw has a personal interest in us," he remarked, his tone tense. The gravity of the situation intensified, and we exchanged a silent acknowledgment that our roles in this case had just taken an unexpected, dangerous turn.

After we were done there, we got called to the next crime scene, which was found after a fire alarm was set off. It was another Jigsaw trap in some sort of classroom. A man was hanging from the ceiling with some kind of harness, with rods through his body. Not only that but there was once again a message on some wall, "'Save as I save.' So what did he do? Free her and let him die?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. "Well, he didn't have much of a choice; there are rods right through his major arteries." Peter indicated a shelf with another message: "'Your life is in her hands.' Rigg didn't end his life, it was his wife who did." I examined the body once more, pondering Jigsaw's motives with Rigg. "But the wife identified Rigg as the one who saved her."

"Saved her?" Peter raised an eyebrow. "That's beyond Rigg's judgments. He enabled her recovery and restored her freedom."

That all happened before suddenly I got a call, something really interesting about all three people in the traps. "Guess what, all three people that were in the traps were represented by the same lawyer named Art Blanc." Peter seemed very interested and got closer, waiting for me to continue. "But, it gets even better because he is also Jill Tuck's law-"