Paperwork is always the worst, huh?

C’mon. Let’s go get coffee and cinnamon rolls

*Emily can say the same thing about him

How he holds such a special place in her heart. And how he makes her feel

She’s as giddy as a high school girl with a crush*

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~ help

Emily doesn't move. She doesn't even dare to breathe. She doesn't know who - or what's - there

All she knows is that they're out for blood

((LITERALLY))

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~ something - or someone - watching her from the shadows. And she can already sense that they don't have good intentions

Shit. Shit. She should have taken up Ryan's offer to walk her to her car, but, nooooo. She wanted to be a strong, independent woman who doesn't need a man's ~

~ how things are with them back home in Lawrence

She's just about to unlock her car when a sinking feeling settles in the pit of her stomach, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on edge. Goosebumps erupt on her flesh, and her blood runs cold in her veins

There's ~

~ transfer from Kansas to California. It was hard leaving her friends and family behind, but, now she feels right at home

Shit. Speaking of. It has been a while since she last spoke to her parents and her godfather. She should try and call them tomorrow, check in and see ~

~ rightfully deserves

Emily would be lying if she were to say that moving to a whole new city, a whole new state, and being a part of a whole different police force wasn't nerve wracking for her. She's slowly gotten used to it over the past nearly five years since her ~

~ happening

Don't get her wrong, Emily is very grateful for and loves her job. She wanted to be a detective ever since she was a kid, and, so far the LAPD has welcomed her with open arms, shown her the ropes, and surprisingly has treated her with the respect she so ~

*Emily says her goodbyes to her colleagues as she heads out of the station, ready to go home and unwind for the rest of the night

Thank fuck she has a day off tomorrow. And she has already half-jokingly told the chief that if they call her to come in? It ain't fucking ~

What’s got you all stressed out?

How could ya tell?

*The dark circles? Her shuffling around like a zombie? Her slurring her words and stumbling over her feet? Whatever could it be?

Oh, brother. The cases. The words make her groan dramatically and tilt her head back*

I don’t even want to THINK of that right now. Ugh!

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