#83 Don't [TK]

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STEPHEN HOLDER

Characters: Linden, Cops, Holder x Reader

Pairings: Holder x Reader
Status: Couple

Storyline: You were working on the Pied Piper's case with Linden and Holder when you got too close to catching the killer, you became one of his victims.

"We got him." Linden looks at the box in front of her and opens it revealing a whole lot of rings and a piece of jewelry.

"Yo, Linden. I found Mills' cab, I think there's a body in it. Ain't sure, though." Holder says through the radio. Linden answers back while flipping through the box.

As Linden was searching the box, she came across your ring that Holder got you. Just like Linden, you had a habit of chewing gum, when you ran out, Holder got a gumball with a ring in it out a 25 cent machine. He proposed as a joke but, you always wore it around your finger to show him that it meant something to you. "Did anyone see Detective Y/L/N?"

"No. The last time I saw her was this morning at the station. Then, she got a call and left." Linden thinks for a second until she realizes what happened to you.

"The trunk is jammed. Goddamn it." Linden reaches for her radio. "H-Holder, listen to me. Get away from the cab. Holder!"

Linden runs to find Holder before he opens the trunk. "Linden, just in time."

"HOLDER! Step away from the cab. Please."

"What? Why?"

"Holder, don't." Holder looks at Linden then his eyes drop down at her hand. He sees the cheap ring and stares at it. "Holder."

"No, no, no!" Holder lifts the trunk finding your cold corpse. He looks down nearly falling to his knees. "Y/N. She-she can't. No way, nah, this ain't happening. Nah, we-we were planning on making it official. I mean, I was ready to commit. I bought her a real one, ya know. Always kept it on me hoping she'd pick in my pocket for a smoke or something and come across it and shit."

"Holder, I-I'm sorry."

"What's the point now, huh?" Holder looks at you one more time before backing away. "Holder, please don't do anything stupid. We'll figure this out. We're going to find this killer and I swear to God, I'll kill him myself."

"Nah, don't. I'm in charge of the killing. You- we just have to find this son of a bitch."

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