★ Emma ~ 1x03 The Poet's fuoco ☆

Ten minuti later they were back at the station. Mike hurried through the hallways, with Beth on his tail, then rushed to Deb’s office. Deb was still where he had left her, but she seemed a little happier when she saw who he had brought with him.
“I’m going to give you, two, some privacy” Mike said, considerate, and he closed the door behind him.
Deb nervously played with her hands. “I didn’t think I’d see te again” she started, careful.
“Mike made it very clear that it was urgent” Beth replied sober. She looked down and frowned, when she saw the bandage around Deb’s wrist....

When Mike returned to Deb’s office, with a first aid kit, Deb was sitting in her chair. She was looking down, and it seemed as if she was about to burst into tears again.
“Deb?” Mike asked careful, as he closed the door. Deb jerked her head up, and her eyes shone with tears. Step da step, Mike approached her, and when Deb didn’t freak out, as he stood right in front of her, he knew she was back with him.
He conjured a key from his pocket, and freed her hand. He slowly exhaled when he saw the damage she had done on herself. He opened the first aid kit, took some compresses, and poured...

Deirdre walked up to Mike, and stuck out her hand. “Let me see those pills…’Damn it, Mike! Give me those pills!’”, she mimicked Debra, when Mike frowned suspicious.
Mike gave her the Ativan, and she examined it. “This is for panic attacks” she detto doubtfully. “What she’s having , is not a panic attack”
Suddenly, Deb interrupted her sobs with aloud scream. With an outstretched arm, she pointed at Mike. “He’s here! He’s here, daddy!”
Debra tightened her grip even more, and Turner started feeling oppressed. “Little help, here” he detto difficult, as Deb was suffocating...

Debra could feel the morning set in, but she was lying so comfortably, that she didn’t want to face the new giorno just yet. Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember her letto being so comfy and cozy.
She felt a sudden weight on her chest, and something wet on her face. Involuntarily, she opened her eyes, that bulged at what was in front of her, and managed not to scream.
Not that she was scared. She was merely surprised. What the hell was a dog doing in her room?
The little white terrier stared at her, with big, black eyes. He seemed not surprised at all. He barked, and Deb assumed it meant...