lost in the game (Peter Strahm x Reader)

Part 3 ~ Hold me

Before I got to finish, Peter interrupted me. "Look out!" With that, he pulled me to the side.

My breathing was heavy since it all happened so quickly. I glanced up at Peter in shock, only to find our crime scene photographer's head struck by a rod. "Fuck," I muttered, shaken. Peter swiftly guided me outside, meeting my eyes with concern. "Are you okay?" I nodded in response, still processing the close call. "Yeah, I'm alright... don't worry." His worried gaze softened, and he pulled me into his arms, i could feel his heart beating fast against me.

After some time, he pulled away and paced up and down the hall, thinking about something.
A lot was happening at the moment. "The Lair, where could the lair be?" he stared down while walking. "It got raided, it doesn't exist..." Jigsaw wanted us to find that place," he paused.

I received a text with an address. "They just texted me the second address." Peter turned to me again. "There's a co-owner," he walked towards me, tense. "Who is it?" he seemed desperate for an answer. "It's Jill Tuck," I showed him the screen. "Here is the building."

Peter proceeded down the hallway, pistol ready, checking for anything else, perhaps another trap. I decided to follow him. He stopped in front of an office. When I caught up to him, he looked at me and waited for me to be ready to enter the room.

When we both entered the room we saw a doll sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, surrounded by candles, it seemed to have something around its neck. I approached the doll playing the tape: „Hello, Y/N." my eyes widened
„And welcome to the world that you have long studied. Your Husband, Agent Strahm, will soon take the life of an innocent man.
Heed my warning, Y/N." I turned to Peter looking for answers „Your next move is critical."

The tape seemed to contain some hidden messages. "What was that?" I went closer, attempting to hear its contents. Suddenly, a loud noise erupted, and I felt a stinging pain in my face. Stumbling back, I collided with Peter, and he caught me, holding me tightly.
The last thing I remembered was him urgently calling for paramedics and trying to keep me awake.
My breathing was unsteady as I reached to cup his face. Paramedics arrived, took me away, and before being rolled away on a gurney, I handed Peter the key we received at the beginning of our investigation.

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Peter's POV

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After they took Y/N to the hospital, I returned to the station, overwhelmed with worry and anxiety. Climbing the stairs, I struggled to hold back tears while calling Y/N's mom to deliver the unfortunate news. Bringing such news was my worst nightmare, and the weight of it hit me. Unable to contain my emotions any longer after the call, I vented my frustration by sweeping everything off my table in a fit of anger.

Images of her face flashed before my eyes as I let everything out. I walked back and forth, trying to calm myself, which only helped a little. But then I noticed news articles all around, connecting the points. I collected everything I needed and stormed into the interrogation room where Jill Tuck was still waiting.

I immediately went and slammed the federal indictment onto the table, my frustration evident in the forceful motion. "You see that? That's a goddamn federal indictment, and guess what? It has your damn name on it." I got in her face. "If you want to put somebody else's name on it, you better start talking to me. Am I clear?" I then slammed all of the evidence on the table with the same anger I had before, and more collected. "Where the hell is Art Blanc?" Once again, I paced around the room with anger. "JILL, TALK TO ME," I yelled out, getting close to her again, resting my hand on the table and the other on the chair she was sitting on. "In 15 minutes, more people are going to die... police officers." Her eyes avoided me. "He's a damn business partner, a friend, he is the damn accomplice we have been looking for the whole time, and he is your fucking lawyer."

I pushed the table away, and Jill let out a fearful yelp. I pressed her against the wall, showing her my shirt covered in my wife's blood. "You see this? This is my wife's blood." I got close to her face. "And she is fighting for her life right now, because of your lunatic husband."

She began talking, and I stood a few meters away from her, while she remained against the wall I had pushed her against. Tears welled in her eyes as she explained everything. "But did you try contacting him again?" I asked. "I tried... but that wasn't the man I loved... someone else survived."

After she finished, I grabbed the evidence and stormed back out of the room. Upon reviewing it again, I noticed something connected to one of the messages we found in Rigg's apartment: "Four walls build a home." It matched the phrase in the newspaper article about John Kramer's renewal group.

Returning to the interrogation room where Jill still stood in the same place, she looked at me, and I approached her with the article. "Your son and John's first building share a name, right?" She confirmed this with a "Yes." Finally cooperative, I pressed, "Now, you just have to tell me where it is, Jill." I stared at her as we stood in silence for an unlikable amount of time. "Where is it, Jill? Where is it?" I repeated, hitting the wall in frustration next to her before Jill, in fear, finally disclosed its location.