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“I shot him,” she confessed. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t want to. But I was just so scared that I-!”
Beckett placed a hand on her shoulder and turned her around, forcing her to look away from the place where she had taken her own father’s life, and drew her into a tight hug. She pressed herself into him, took comfort in the powerful arms wrapped protectively around her as the awful memory suddenly became as vivid as the night that it happened.
Blood and Trust by nightingaletrash
Its hard being a fledgling, but luckily Beckett is at the ready with the world’s best dad hugs.