āThere are things we donāt want to happen but have to accept; things we donāt want to know but have to learn; and people we canāt live without but have to let go.ā
Elliot: Commits police brutality, yells constantly, oversteps in cases, abandons Olivia for 10 years, emotionally cheats on his wife, refuses therapy, hooks up with suspects wives...
The room is cold, sterile, oppressive. JJ sits stiffly in the gallery, hands folded tightly in her lap. Her eyes lock with VOITās as he lies strapped to the gurney. His face is calm, almost serene, but his lips curl into the faintest trace of a smirk.
JJ doesnāt flinch. Her breathing is shallow but steady, her gaze unrelenting. She looks every bit the composed agent sheās trained to be, but her knuckles whiten as her grip on the chair tightens.
The doctor steps forward. The room holds its collective breath.
JJ doesnāt look away, even as the life drains from his face.
INT. PRISON HALLWAY ā NIGHT
JJ walks quickly, her heels echoing in the long, empty corridor. Her face is blank, but the cracks are starting to showāthe twitch of her jaw, the slight hitch in her breath.
As she pushes through the heavy double doors, the cool night air rushes over her.
EXT. PRISON PARKING LOT ā NIGHT
JJ stumbles slightly as she steps outside, her arms instinctively wrapping around herself. Tears spill silently down her cheeks, unchecked. She stops in the middle of the parking lot, taking a shuddering breath.
Across the street, EMILY stands leaning against her car. Her posture is casualāarms crossed, head tiltedābut her eyes are anything but.
JJ freezes. Their gazes meet.
After a moment, JJ walks toward her, slow and deliberate. The faint scrape of her shoes on the pavement is the only sound.
As JJ reaches her, they stand facing each other in silence. Emilyās brows knit together, her lips parting slightly, but she says nothing.
JJās shoulders slump. Her lip trembles. She drops her head, shaking it slightly.
āI know you didnāt want me to go,ā JJ says softly, her voice trembling.
Emily steps closer, her gaze softening but steady.
āI wanted to show him compassion,ā JJ says, her voice trembling. āThatās why I went. And it was horrible.ā Her voice cracks on the last word, and a sob escapes before she can stop it.
Emily moves instantly, pulling JJ into her arms. JJ collapses against her, her face buried in Emilyās shoulder.
Emily holds her tightly, her own expression is unreadableāfocused, protective, maybe something more.
JJās body shakes with quiet sobs. She clings to Emily like a lifeline.
The camera pulls away, leaving them together in the dark parking lot.
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