It was an inevitable sight to see, Annie Williams in a prison cell. Well, a holding cell. Same difference, it wasn’t any less confining and alone. But maybe she should get used to it in here; people had no reason not to blame her for Finch’s death. Minimal motivation to look for evidence against her - because what a waste of effort that would be, how long before she actually did do something to bring her back here? She trusted herself as little as everyone else; so the simple answer probably would be not long.
Only a few hours into being sat in the holding cell and her mind was already spiralling. Though she thought of Finch, while she would initially be laughing her @ss off at the sight of Annie here, she probably would be doing anything to get her out. She didn’t deserve a friend like Finch. [color= skyblue]”I’m sorry,” [/color] She said quietly to the visualised Finch in her head, as if she was sat in the cell with her. For a moment she wasn’t alone. [color= skyblue]”I could have stopped it, I’m sorry, it is my fault,” [/color] Her eyes closed. [color= skyblue]”If you can… hear me? My dad, I think there’s a part of him that died, that I killed, that maybe will never come back, that remembered me, and Jezebel as his wife, and everything now,” [/color] Annie took a long inhale and exhale to barricade a breakdown. [color= skyblue]”Tell him to come back, we all need him to come back, I do,” [/color] Her voice still quiet, now becoming shaky. [color= skyblue]”And if he can’t… will you tell him that I’m sorry?” [/color] Both hands raised to cover her face, confirming to herself that maybe in her head would be the only way to communicate again with the Jordan she knew. Maybe he was just as gone to her as Finch.
It wasn’t much long after Annie’s one-sided conversation that an officer came to open her holding cell. The words ”You’re father’s here, let’s go,” were ones that she did not expect, and to hear them made her sit up immediately. Finch, you work fast. Though if he really was here, Annie had to prepare herself for a big cut off by him, and for this time to perhaps be the last time she saw him, if that’s what he understandably wanted. But at least she’ll be able to say sorry through the medium of speech rather than just thought. Fvck, she was actually going to be able to do it.
Clearly all necessary paperwork had been done to get her bailed out, as Annie was led straight back to the station, and the officer left as she entered. But she looked back at the door the officer had just closed, was her father behind it? It came to her surprise that Paige had come as well as Ricky, though in that moment they weren’t her focus as there were more important things she needed to do. Despite the attempted interactions from the two, Annie pulled away. [color= skyblue]”Where’s- ?” [/color] She interrupted herself when she noticed that the third person in the room had been looking at her in a way that hinted he wasn’t a stranger. [color= skyblue]”Who’s this?” [/color] There was too long of a pause for it to have been anything other than what she was thinking. She looked at Paige. Surely. Not. Back at the stranger. Apparently. So.
Some sense of humour Finch had up there. This is not the father she was asking for.
@/Littlefeets Malachi Azure, Finch Castillo
@/benitz786 Paige Pierce, Enrique Montoya