About me: Paul Briggs was once the “suit and tie” type of FBI agent, but after a mysterious event which sent him on a leave of absence that he’s explained to very few people, he took on a more Zen existence. Since that event, Briggs also no longer believes the rule book that agents are meant to follow, applies to undercover agents like him. He now uses methods that some would deem unorthodox, bends or even breaks the rules when he thinks it to be necessary. Especially when it comes to protecting Graceland, the safe-house in which he and five other law enforcement agents live, from the outside world. Two of these other agents are also FBI, one is DEA, and the remaining is ICE, but Briggs assists everyone in the house with different cases from time to time.
Charlie sat on the sand, her eyes looking out towards the ocean where her son was. “Mommy!” Her son called out before he flopped down in front of her, his hands rising as he showed her a few seashells he had found. “Can we bring these to Dad?” he asked before setting them down and lining them up on the sand with a proud smile on his face. “I want to go find more!”
“Of course we can, baby. When he gets home, I’m sure he’ll love to see them,” Charlie told him before watching him stand up and run back to the ocean. A smile remained on her face as she watched him find more seashells on the shore, but it quickly vanished as she watched a huge wave wash up and knock him over. Quickly standing up, she ran towards him, watching as the water pulled his small body back into the ocean.
“No!” Charlie shouted, her legs moving as fast as she could into the water before diving into the water and trying to look for him. She couldn’t see him… He was just gone. Swimming up, she stood there and looked around at the water. There weren’t anymore waves, there were no signs of someone trying to swim up - nothing. “No! Come back!” Tears started to stream down her face, and she felt a strong pain in her chest. “You can’t take away my baby!” Charlie screamed out the ocean. “Bring him back!” she shouted again, but this time, she felt something against her arm.
Charlie’s eyes quickly shot open, waking her up from her dream turned nightmare. “Shh, it’s okay. It was just a dream,”she heard Paul tell her, but it didn’t feel like one. It felt so real, and maybe it was because she had lost him before, so she knew how it felt. How many versions of losing her son will she have to go through? This had to have been the fifth time she’s had a dream of losing him, and it hurts just as bad each time.
“He’s gone,” Charlie choked out, her eyes burning as they filled with tears. She took a deep breath before turning to look over at Paul, a sad expression taking over her face. “There was nothing I could do. He just left me again,” she mumbled to him, referring to their son. “It felt so real,” she explained before resting her head against his chest as she tried to calm down. “But he looked so perfect. He was collecting seashells for you, and he was so happy… He wanted to bring them to you,” she added, quietly.