Her stare now cold and determined, she looks towards Zackary. Clicking pictures of the scene with his camera. "Zackary, get those pictures to my desk." She states, the man looking back at her. He gives her a nod, before beginning to click away at the camera once more.
Amelia now looks towards the other two agents standing on the other side of her.
"Ontario and Wilson, bag up the eye, take it for fingerprints and DNA. One of our victims will most likely connect to this."
Kaitlyn nods, "Right, we'll go now." With her words, both women make their way to the box. Beth picking it up, and walking out of the front door. The other woman ushers for Zackary to follow her, giving a light nod to Amelia as farewell before both exit.
Amelia sighs, finally taking a seat again. She leans forward to take a sip of her tea: The drink was now cold. Shaking her head, she looks down at the note in her hands. Unable to rid her mind of the next thought: What body part would she receive next?
"Amelia," Her head looks up to Dallas, her face stretched with stress. "Don't let this fiend get to you."
She scoffs, waving the note in her hand. "How can I not let this get to me? This is far beyond anything that has happened to me. In all my five years on the force, an eyeball through my window wasn't a part of the description." Amelia tosses the paper onto the table, rubbing her hands together.
It was clear the stress was getting to her, unable to keep her attitude and tone under wraps. She realizes her tone, sighing. "I'm sorry for my attitude, I just–"
Dallas puts his hand up, "There's no need to apologize, I understand. I would be just as stressed as you are, I know it may not seem as though..I am worried for you." He leans down to meet her eyes, putting one of his hands on her thigh. "Not because I don't think you're capable, but because this is something my own eyes have yet to witness."
Amelia places her hand over her lover's, turning to face him. Amelia shakes her head, looking directly at him. Unable to pull away from the gaze that he held on her. He made her feel comfortable, yet in this moment she had yet to feel the warm sensation of his presence.
"For the first time Dallas, I'm scared." Amelia breathes in, gripping tighter onto his hand. "I haven't been scared since.." She pauses, "All those years ago, I feel the same as I did then. I thought I had gotten away from it?"
Dallas places his hand on her cheek, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. "This will all be over soon, I promise you. You are the most successful woman I have ever known, you get things done even if they affect you personally. This is the same thing, do not let this person bring you any doubt." His long fingers move to run through the now slightly dried strands of her hair. His warm and loving smile radiating. "Don't let this person make you afraid, and forget who you are."
Her lips finally pulled with a smile, he was right. Even with the situation at hand, she was a capable woman. She wouldn't have a team of her own if she wasn't. Countless people did not depend their justice and mourning on her, if she did not know what she was doing. Amelia Reston was skilled, careful, and talented in her craft.
No threat was going to make her forget how far she had come.
"You're right Dallas, you always seem to know how to knock some sense into me." Dallas chuckles, shaking his head at her words.
"Only you can do that. I'm simply here to guide you when you can not step forward yourself." His hand placed on her cheek, rubbing the soft surface of her skin. "I'll call a repairman, get the glass fixed. You need some rest after this endeavor." His hand gently leaves her cheek to grab onto her free hand.
She rises from her chair with him as a guide, following him into their bedroom. Amelia is silent, watching as Dallas helps pull the covers from their shared bed back, sitting her on the edge of the mattress. Emerald eyes follow his movements, toned back faces to her while his hands rummage through her drawers.
It wasn't like her to simply waddle back into bed after a situation like this. Amelia was always quick to action, rational and collected. Now however, resting was the only thing she had on her mind. For five years a constant tug and war of work and sleep: Work won every time . Not this time, this time she would take her lover's advice. Rest for as long as time may allow her to get her head screwed on straight again.
Dallas turned back around, holding a pair of pajamas for her in his hands. He walks over to her, smiling as he gently places them in her hands. "Thank you," Amelia says softly, unfolding the clothes onto her bed beside her. The material was soft, silk almost: She never wore anything other than the softest material. The colors varied, she could care less of what color she wore to bed at night.
"Now you rest, I have to go to the forensics lab for the body we found at the scene this morning. If you need me anymore, I am one call away." His hand places on her cheek, her hand placing itself on top of his.
He was always so caring, so sweet. Even with the lifestyle they lived, or how little they were able to do activities that cliché couples did: He showed her as much appreciation as he could. Amelia appreciated him, no matter how hard it was to show those emotions after so long.
"I will, thank you." She pauses, "I love you."
Her lover chuckles, leaning down to press his lips against her. A sweet light kiss is exchanged between the two, before he pulls away. A beautiful smile pulled across his lips, running his long fingers through her hair. "I love you too Amelia, never forget that."
Amelia smiles, shaking her head. "I never will, now get out of here. I'll see you soon." With her words, he pulls his hands away from her hair. Giving her a light wave, and exiting their shared bedroom.
Now she was all alone. With nothing but her thoughts, her guilt.
Pulling the ties of the rope, she begins to dress herself. Putting on her pajamas with ease, quickly tossing the robe into the laundry bin. The simple motions to her were deafening, as she was the only sound in the entire house. The little creeks of the floorboards under her feet, the whistling of the wind from the creaks in the windows. Things that should have been calming, natural were now haunting. Sitting down at the side of her bed, she pauses. Her thoughts freeze any sort of movement from her muscles. The muscles of her body felt tense, squeezing her fists on top of her thighs.
Whatever was to come, she was worried she would not be prepared. So many people counted on her, holding her judgment on her shoulders. Hundreds valued her expertise, thanked her for the way she worked. It felt as though her entire motive for life, was crumbling under her. Amelia pushes herself into her side of the bed, pulling the covers over herself.
Perhaps things would be better after a little bit of rest, even if it's only for five minutes. Her eyes scanning the nightstand next to her, looking at the photographs beside her. Her lips curl into a smile, eyeing the memories between her and Dallas. Some of their dates in their youth, others family gathering with her, her father, and Dallas. They all were happy, they had nothing to worry about within the frozen moments in time. A brand new life for her and her father, away from the burning sting of the past.
Sometimes she wished she could go back. Time never stopped for those who were needed however, it simply trudged on. The burning sting of the past still pushed against her skin, although her face contained its cold expression. Still now in the silence of her home, Amelia would not shed another tear. She had cried too much for her liking in front of her team of agents: No more would she cry. Although her body yearned for the release of simple tears, she would not let them.
Amelia wasn't the scared and helpless girl she was all those years ago. Even with the hands of the unknown clasping around her neck, ready to squeeze the life from her. She would give them a fight before they took her out, no longer would she be cowardly.