#layla-dawson

[reiddcwson-blog]

📩 imessage: the skwad.

Reid: Guys...

Reid: Are you guys okay? Where are you at?

Reid: Paging my family, hello!!!! 911!!!!!

[athenawclker-blog]

special delivery to ; @layla-dawson.

The parallels were simply uncanny. One moment, Layla was asking Athena about Alexis at the event and next moment, everything unfolded in short amount of time to eventually Alexis’ body being found by her brother, Tony. The brunette wasn’t assuming anyone was a high suspect on her radar. No one was out here being blamed for the incidents on the train. But, it meant returning back to the chopping block and having to interrogate people all over again. Hopeful for them to properly assist the case without any complications. Entering into the interrogation room, her dark chocolate hues focused upon the youngest Dawson, the sister to her best friend’s ex-boyfriend or boyfriend, unaware of the title now. It was apart of her job. This is what Athena had been desperately asking for over the past few months, when everything went dry with previous case facts, “Miss Dawson.” The serious tone was laced through her proper introduction, sitting down at the table before placing a hand over the case folder. “How are you?” Questioning on civil terms, biting the inside of her cheek, “Do you remember noticing anything suspicious on the eve of the Masquerade? Anyone suspicious from your remembering?”

[reiddcwson-blog]

special delivery to the baby sister ; @layla-dawson.

          “Did you get mom’s blast group chat over Thanksgiving plans today? This shall be interesting like always.” The dark haired male shoots a playful tone toward his younger sister, only to chuckle recalling their mothers detailed plan for Thanksgiving text from earlier. Entering into the family room of their childhood house, Reid would’ve never believed he’d be living in this house - out of all of the homes in Westbrook. When both their parents decided it was quite too large for them, Reid figured it would’ve been the ideal time to plant some roots. Of course, this was happening around the time Reid was dealing with the heartbreak of Asher and attempting, horribly, to rebuild his life with ‘love’. The marriage simply did fail, seeing it being no surprise because his heart always belonged elsewhere but the memories of the home simply could never fade. He slid onto the couch, getting comfortable after a long day of work and the hassle of both the girls before bedtime. Now, it was there was peacefulness without hearing their cheerful screams or One Direction music blasting throughout the home on Spotify. It easily gave him a moment to sit down and speak with his little sister. Especially since there was quite a bit going on, especially after since Reid possibly running into Asher at Target - with the strong, overwhelming feeling of his gut, heart, mind, everything screaming it was her. Still, he kept it to himself and acted like it wasn’t the case. Like he would’ve rather hear it was Asher from Asher herself. Taking a deep breath, there was a hesitant running over him in regards to this topic. Remembering all of those years back when Reid came home from short time and talked about Asher, the girl who literally surprised him when he least expect it. Nervously playing with his hands, he clears his throat, “I got something to tell you. It’s weird. I don’t know where to explain but it’s just.. weird. I think I may’ve seen Asher at Target?” He pauses, catching a glance at Layla’s reaction, “She introduced herself to me as Rowan. But, my mind and my gut is telling me this is her, actually her in the flesh and this is Asher.”

[sierramoretti-blog]

special delivery to ;  @layla-dawson.

The horrifying body order from day’s prior in the YMCA lingered around certain corners. It was a damn shame of Sierra even being here in the first place. Jealous of those who were currently in the Marine Science Center because whoever determined the location’s of this snow storm simply wanted one group of bodies to hate themselves. Surely, Sierra did hate this entire scenario. But, she came prepared with an entire bag full of liquor because how else was she going to remain decent in a room full of whiny brats. Liquor was able to get her through this entire ordeal and even with the small, decent good bone in her body, Sierra decided to scout around the YMCA and see anyone else she could bond with - or drink with. As the petite female wandered around, she spotted a familiar blonde in the distance and instantly heading toward her, even holding out the bottle of vodka for the other. “It’s fucking miserable in here. Who the hell gave some people the Marine Science Center and the rest of us the YMCA. It’s like they hate us,” words escaping instantly from lips, allowing her opinion to know about this shit-hole location planning bothering her. “Liquor is the only way I’m getting through this weekend.”

[reiddcwson-blog]

special delivery to ;  @layla-dawson.

It was asked by Reid’s doctors if he took a week or two off from work. Although, he was ready to get back to work in couple days after the minor car accident, they told him to take it easy and his bosses agreed. It did allow him to do some things around the house whenever Asher was out and about - not wanting her to worry about anything. Reid mostly cleaned up all of the Christmas decorations and cleaned the house after. It was nothing too much for him in the first place. Yet, when that was done, he spent the rest of the day relaxing. Making sure to text Layla and seeing if she was free to go shopping tomorrow, wanting to spend some more time with her after their last conversation with each other. This was how Reid had wanted to spend the day with his little sister. Now, roaming around the mall, his hands were deep in his winter coat before catching a glance over at Layla, “How are you feeling, Lay?” He questions curiously. “Thanks for taking the time out of the day and tagging along with me.” Wrapping a loose arm around his sister’s shoulders, he smiled down at her. “Anywhere you wanna go or do you mostly want to roam right now?”

[reiddcwson-blog]

special delivery to baby dawson ; @layla-dawson.

"If it isn’t my darling, little sister?” Reid snuck up out of nowhere, looking at the younger Dawson and her appearance at the event tonight. He knew without Layla, he would’ve never been able to find a suit ideal enough for the event. Plus, it was always the best to have someone else fashion expertises’ especially when you asked someone out on a date and want to look nice for them. “Thanks to you. I seem to look better than what I would’ve expected for the night. I officially know that I would be lost without you, seeing you are obviously my second mind after all.” He commented for a brief second, knowing he could would forget showing his appreciation for her. But, there was no surprise Reid valued Layla more than anyone else. “And, you look incredible like always. But, we both knew that. Did mom give you fashion advice or did Lila help out? Where is she anyway?” Questioning down to his little sister, the male was smiling from ear to ear. The evening was going incredible - mostly because he was allowing himself to enjoy it for himself, seeing this was everyones major concern as of recently. “How are you?” The infamous question Reid always asked her, raising a brow before chuckling, “No board cut out of Gordon Ramsay?”