Semua Bab The Only Survivor: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Amelia's POVI flipped through the tv for something to watch, while I waited for a comment from the abnormally quiet Chief, who sat next to me. After chosing criminal mind, I peered up at Jaxon. He stared at the television. He looked like he was sorting through a million files in his head. "During your interview six months ago, an incident was brought up about a hospital visit that you had", he uttered, making my heart drop. "You were admitted to the hospital for third degree burns on your lower back, buttocks, and upper thighs. You also had burns of sorts, consistent with rope or duct tape, on your wrists and ankles. You told the hospital, when it happened, that you sat in a bathtub that you didn't realize was too hot. When the incident happened six months ago, you straight told investigators that you didn't remember what happened that sent you to the hospital. I heard that with my own ears", he spoke every detail as if it happened yesterday. By now, my heart was in my throat. Jax

Amelia's POVJaxon took me to his SUV, mumbling something about this being a safe enough distance away. "You don't have shoes on", he stated, tilting his head to the side. "Nope", I answered, as I waited patiently for them to do their jobs. Jaxon tsked as he opened his passenger door. He grabbed me and lifted me onto the seat. I watched curiously as he leaned passed me to open the glove box. His scent engulfing my senses. He pulled a black pair of socks out and began putting them on my feet. I know I must have looked confused because Jaxon chuckled when his eyes met mine. "I always keep a clean pair of socks with me. You never know when you'll need them", he smirked. I gave him a soft smile as I let my attention drift back to my front door. I didn't even bother fighting Jaxon when he slipped his socks onto my feet. My hands trembled from the events of the day. Jaxon stood to his full height, evaluating me with a gentle look. He put his hand over mine, offering me comfort. "What do

Jaxon's POV"Have there been anymore bodies since Kayla Tate?", Briggs asked gingerly, trying to curve the conversation. I shook my head 'no'. My legs moving me along the floor until I was pacing. "What about his 'gifts'? Did he send another last night, as expected?", Briggs inquired. "Yes. A braclet", I said, going to my desk to grab the evidence bag that it resides in. I handed it over to the young agent. "It matches the braclet of Mandy Flang. The first woman we found", I added, handing her senior photo over, as well. A charm braclet. "Her parents mentioned it being missing when we found her body", I told them. Two more unfamiliar faces walk into my office, making my stomach twist with unknown fear. "This is SSA Budders and Sharp", Loveless introduced. "How did it go with Miss June? I didn't expect you back so soon", Lovesless questioned skeptically. "She didn't answer", the male agent, Sharp shrugged. My body went rigid. "What do you mean?", I snapped, all of my instincts screa

Jaxon's POVOnce I got her to the kitchen, I picked her tiny form up and placed her on the countertop. "Are you ready to talk to me, little one?", I uttered, stroking her hair behind her ears. "Why have you been so distant from me?", I whispered, bracing for the worst. "I thought he would stop. I'm scared he will hurt you. And, then I wouldn't have you, so what would I do then?", she was breathless, fighting her tears, and attempting to reel her emotions in. I chuckled softly, as I lifted her chin to make her look at me. "I'm supposed to protect you, baby girl. Don't you know that?", I uttered, running my thumb over her bottom lip. "I would rather he hurt me, than you. I just want you to be safe. To feel safe in your home", I told her, drawing closer to her lips. "I don't want to see you hurt", she pouted. "It's a hazard of the job, little one", I grinned. I leaned so close that our breaths mingled together. "Tell me what changed your mind", I said, wanting her to open up further.

Jaxon's POVThe hours slipped away from me, as we built a profile, a trail, M.O. and thought patterns. Thanks to Amelia's detailed paintings, the BAU was able to figure out the style and brand clothes that the attacker was wearing. Information that came from Briggs. After getting to know the team better, I understand why Briggs is on this team so young. He's a genius. Only twenty years old. I looked at the time and realized she should be getting a text soon. "I'm going to head to Amelia's. Check in on her", I announced to no one in particular. "Sounds good", Loveless responded. Amelia's house was quiet apart from the low chatter coming from her living room. "How is she?", I asked, surprising the two agents. "She's good", Sharp snapped. My eyebrows creased with anger. "She's painting in her garage. She's hasn't come out too much. Every once in a while we will go peak in on her. She's acknowledged my presence each time I've looked in on her", Briggs explained. "Thank you", I nodded,