side note: kissing someone to stop a panic attack is not a way to actually stop a panic attack, but for the sake of romance, we are going to pretend that it is.
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Fallon gasped as her and Lance were shown the photos.
"He looks hurt." She whimpered, tracing her fingers over the place where Carter was in the picture.
"Oh mon Dieu. C'est ma faute. Je n'aurais jamais dû—J'ai besoin d'un peu d'air." Lance muttered, rubbing his forehead as he refused to look down at the pictures.
Fallon frowned as her father began to walk out of the conference room, sending a look to Aaron and Rossi before running after hum. "Papa, attends! Nous avons besoin de ton aide." Her voice carried out so that they could still hear her as she walked away. "S'il te plaît. Nous allons les trouver, je te le promets."
Aaron blinked as he watched Fallon go. "Did you know she spoke French?"
Rossi shrugged, "She speaks French, Italian and can read Latin. I'm surprised you didn't know."
Aaron stayed silent as he glanced over the pictures again. Carter and Charlie were in the center, with terrified looks on their faces. They had been bound and gagged and Carter's shirt was torn off and replaced by a long gash running across his torso. Aaron subconsciously felt the scars on his chest tingle and abruptly left the room, leaving Rossi in the most confused state he'd been in a long time.
He made it all the way to his office before his breathing quickened, feeling as if his throat was being constricted. He gasped as he pulled his tie off and popped the first button of his dress shirt open, finding that it didn't help in the slightest and he was still panicking.
"Aaron?" His head shot up to see Fallon at the door.
Fallon stared at him in confusion before she noticed his labored breathing and the way his hands crossed protectively over his abdomen, as if he was protecting himself from something. She closed the door and walked slowly towards him.
"Aaron you're having a panic attack, can you sit down for me please?" She asked.
He nodded, his chest heaving and tears pricking his eyes as he fell back into his couch.
"I need you to breathe, okay?" Fallon nodded at him. "Do it with me," she started breathing deeply in and out, him struggling to follow.
He gasped as he shook his head, "I can't." He choked out, "Fallon I can't breathe."
"I know honey, that's why you need to control your breathing and breathe with me." She said as she sat next to him.
Aaron shook his head as he tried to control his breathing, but it still wasn't working. "I ca—"
