The Flayer - Part 3 - Robb x Reader

                                    

                                          
Robb chuckled as he watched the woman next to him yawn. (Y/n) had insisted that she was perfectly capable of driving herself to the hotel, but Ned asserted that as it looked as though she could fall asleep standing up, it would be safer for everyone if she was chauffeured. 
                          
"Been a long day?" Robb asked, as (Y/n) rubbed her eyes. 
                          
The north was dark compared to what she was used to, and the sporadic lights that lit up the few buildings seemed to be lulling (Y/n) into deep sleep. She was used to long days, used to working long hours, but the mixture of the cold surroundings, a long uncomfortable flight, and being thrust straight into another murder scene, proved to be taking their toll. 
                          
"I think you could say that. I only just finished a case down south, and now this. I swear that the sudden change in temperature is gonna give me a cold." (Y/n) complained as she rubbed her temples slowly.
                          
"Sounds like they keep you busy?" Robb asked, as he quickly turned his attention from the road to see (Y/n) smiling sadly as she looked at the snow covered road ahead. 
                          
"Unfortunately, they seem to keep me too busy. I think that it's one of those jobs that if you don't love it then it would drive you crazy. It's just that sometimes I find myself wishing that my job didn't have to exist. The last thing we need is another serial killer, yet they seem to keep breeding them crazier and crazier. You lock one up, and ten more come crawling out of the woodwork. But each time I am able to stop one, it gives me a sense of satisfaction, and I think of all the innocent people that may have died if we hadn't done anything about it." (Y/n) said as she laid her head back on the headrest. 
                          
Robb couldn't help but keep looking at the woman in the passenger seat. When his father had asked whether he or Jon would like to escort the beautiful Special Agent to her hotel, the two men nearly fell over one another as they grabbed for the keys to the car. Robb knew that he should have been more focused on the crime scene, but as soon as she had made an appearance from behind Jory, Robb had found himself able to think of nothing but the agent. And if an earlier conversation was anything to go by, Jon had had the same problem. 
                          
"If you don't mind me asking, Special Agent. What made you join the FBI?" Robb asked, unable to just sit there in silence, knowing that it would annoy Jon if he was able to find out something about the mysterious Fed before he could.
                          
"I've been an agent for about six years now, and I've worked for the BSU for the last four of those. And I joined the bureau because my father had been an agent before he was killed." (Y/n) told Robb, as she turned her attention to the man by her side.
                          
"Killed? Killed how?" Robb continued, not sure whether he may be pushing things a little too far.
                          
"Yeah, he was killed in the line of duty. He was part of a big undercover operation that went wrong due to bad intelligence; he was shot and killed." (Y/n) told him, a slight look of sadness creeping across her features. 
                          
"I'm sorry." Robb replied, not really sure what else to say. It was true that in a way it was one of the harsh realities of the job. Death in the line of duty was something that was possible for any law enforcement officer, but to actually be confronted by someone that was so closely affected, really brought it home.
                          
"What about the tats?" Robb asked looking down at (Y/n) right hand that just showed a hint of ink. A hint that he couldn't fail to notice.
                          
"You don't really look like the type to have the few that I saw earlier." Robb continued, hoping to lighten the mood. 
                          
(Y/n) chuckled slightly, as she removed her jacket, rolling up her shirt sleeve to reveal the full extent of the art on her skin. 
                          
Robb's eyes widened at the workmanship on her flesh, her arm was full from wrist to shoulder with beautiful black and grey tattoos that seemed to depict ancient Egyptian gods; he was certainly no expert on the culture, but he had seen enough to recognise the animal headed deities.
                          
"When my dad was killed, I went off the rails a little; he was my best friend, and we did everything together. Even as a small child I knew I wanted to join him at the bureau; but when he died, I lost myself for a little while. I let my grades slip, got into bad company, and did some things that I'm not proud of, and I also stated getting these." (Y/n) said, pointing at the tattoos. 
                          
"My mom is an ancient history lecturer at a university, and she used to tell me all the stories about the gods when I was growing up, and I was always fascinated by them; so when someone talked me into getting my first tattoo, it seemed to be a natural choice. Plus they help if I need to go undercover." (Y/n) replied, smiling slightly as she looked over the artwork.
                          
"You, a bad girl? I don't believe it." Robb said with a chuckle, as (Y/n) looked up at him. 
                          
"Hey! I might look all goody two shoes, but just like everyone else I have two sides." (Y/n) told him, as Robb reluctantly pulled the car to a stop just out front of the hotel. 
                          
"I'll pick you up at eight thirty in the morning. Hopefully you can have a quiet night. And here is my card, just in case you need anything or I'm late." Robb told (Y/n) as he helped her get her luggage out of the trunk. 
                          
"Thank you very much, Detective Stark. I appreciate it." (Y/n) replied, smiling as Robb moved a little closer. 
                          
"Its Robb. And when I say anything, I mean anything." Robb cooed softly, as he placed his card in (Y/n)'s hand. 
                          
"That is very kind of you Robb. But I am too tired to even raise a smile. So, I think I'll just get some sleep. But you never know, if this killer keeps me here for a while, I might just take you up on your offer." (Y/n) chuckled, as Robb grudgingly bid her farewell before getting back in the car and driving away. 
                          
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(Y/n) sat in her hotel room. She had tried her best to sleep, but now that it was possible, it appeared as though her body and mind had different ideas. She grimaced as she took a sip of what the bottle had jokingly called wine, from her glass. The taste was more reminiscent of some kind of vinegar, and (Y/n) instantly knew that the best place for it was down the sink. She had tried to persuade herself that it was a bad idea to drink anything from the bar fridge, but the other part of her brain had reasoned that it might help relax her enough to stop her thoughts from going over and over the day's events. 
                          
Slowly getting up from the seat, (Y/n) turned her attention to the outside world. Watching as the snow once again began to fall from the dark sky. She had to admit that it was beautiful, the proverbial winter wonderland. The crisp white flakes twinkling brightly, making it appear as if diamonds had been scattered over the entire area. 
                          
Yet despite the beauty of the scene, (Y/n) couldn't shake the feeling that the next victim would be soon. That this killer wasn't going to stop until she stopped him. And by any means possible, she knew that that was what she had to do.