Paranoia - s.reid

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"Byran Sheffield. Local cello prodigy 17 year old Byran Sheffield won a scholarship to play cello." Riley had been found. 

Liz shot up, sprinting her way through cells and bars, finally finding Sarah Jean being accompanied by Warren and four guards. "We found him. We found her son." The agent informed. 

"Unless I receive an official stay of execution from the governor, I'm duty bound to see this through."

"I studied law, Warren. You'll regret this when you learn her son is alive and she's dead because you executed her for nothing. She's innocent." 

"My son is dead, Elle." Sarah Jean spoke, avoiding eye contact.

"We have agents on the way his house as we speak and the governor is standing by." Liz pleaded, seeing the tearful eyes of Sarah Jean. "Why can you not accept the truth, Elizabeth?"

"Because it isn't the truth and we both know it." The group stopped outside the execution room. "What wouldn't you do for children to give him a life you could never hope to dream of? I am at peace in the knowledge that my son is free to be whatever he chooses to be."

"Sarah Jean, if he knew who you were, your son wouldn't let you walk in there. Riley should be able to decide whether he wants to know you or not. He's an adult now, Sarah Jean." The brunette argued, her eyes watering.

"If he knew who his parents were can you imagine the damage my legacy would leave him?"

"When my father left me, I didn't feel damaged due to his legacy. I strived to be good. To be a good person. Riley would love you for saving his life, for being a good person. For protecting him. How would he feel knowing his mother spent 15 years on death row, completely innocent?"

"It isn't just my life you have in your hands. It's Riley's life, too. You have the chance to save my son's life." Sarah Jean smiled weakly.

"I choose to save yours, too."

"My life ended the day I met Jacob." Garcia's voice came through Liz's earpiece.

"Liz I've got Elle. She says they're at the Sheffield's house."

"It's time." Warren announced. The guards grabbed her arms gently.

"Take your hands off her. Tell Morgan to kick the door down, whatever it takes." Liz told Garcia. "I said take your hands off her. I need a few moments." She asked the guards, sighing as they released her.

"They've got him. What do we do?"

"I'm standing here because of choices I've made. Don't let my son be Jacob's last victim. Let me go, Elle. Let us both go." Liz pulled the woman into a tight embrace, smiling lightly as Sarah Jean buried her head into her shoulder. Pulling away, she never wandered her eyes away from Sarah Jean's.

"Garcia. Tell Morgan that, it's not her son. Let him go." Sarah Jean smiled. It looked like a real smile. "Would it be too much to ask if you were the last face I saw, Elle? If you can't, I don't mind."

"I'll be there."

Elizabeth Bundy sat in the spectator's area, at the very front row in the very middle seat. The curtains opened, revealing Sarah Jean on the other side of a glass pane, directly in front of her. The two women locked eyes, both of them tearing up as they shared warm smiles. Liz focused her attention on the woman's eyes and smile, rather than the bondings that kept her to the chair.

"Any last words?"

"Thank you, Elizabeth Bundy." Liz nodded, blowing a kiss at the woman as she began shaking. A guard began rolling down a black cloth, covering Sarah Jean's face.