" I..... I.... " Lena tries to speak but her emotional state didn't allowed her to speak. Dylan quickly reached out and hold the glass of water for her. He let her drink it in small sips.
"Are you okay now? "he asked. But lena didn't hear him. All the she can see was the man or whatever.
A man stood there. Tall, hooded. His presence was eerily calm amid the chaos. His fingers cold against her shoulder .
Then he leaned closer, just a bit to cast a shadow on flour.
His whisper was like the scrape of dry leaves across concrete.
"Come back to me, Lena AyaBurg."
Time stopped.
Her entire body locked in place.
That voice.
That voice she had heard before—long ago, buried in a part of her soul that Lena had fought so hard to rescue her from and long forgotten in depth of her.
All she could hear was that voice. That one sentence. Over and over again.
Come back to me, Lena.
A ghost had touched her. Spoken to her.
And her world—once carefully stitched together with love, healing, and Dylan's unbreakable devotion—was beginning to unravel again. But the question is who was that person?
This time… it wasn't a memory.
It was something real.
Someone real.
And it was only just beginning.
"Are you alright Lena? " Dylan asked once again patiencely waiting for her to come back from thoughts. Lena nods.
"Was it scary? " Dylan asked once again as He looked into her eyes.
Lena nods and in that moment Dylan knows it all won't be settled in one night.
His heart drenched as hesaw raiment of strong fear on her face.
"It's okay now, You are safe Lens" he whispers to her as he takes out his phone and texted Gibbs that he has handle the situation. Gibbs replied with a quick thumb up along with a text saying call if you need anything.
The house was completely serene now, it's warmth coming back in bits and pieces, with two of them bundled up on couch and with occasional sounds of style moving here and there.
But outside, it was strange silence in air, perhaps it was because of what only God knows happened in Capaldi.
Dylan pull hairs from her face for some time, adoring her in his own way, trying his best to get her out of all this. At one moment, his hand stop moving as a thought drawn to him that his girl hasn't eaten any thing since morning.
Without delaying, Dylan scope her in his arms and didn't bet a single eye on her protest. Dylan pull the chair and help Lena to sit.
"Stay Here" he whispers as he pull warm comforter on her legs. Dylan find a pot on stove. He checks it.
" Lena who made this chicken mushroom soup?" He asked her, quite surprised. It was when Lena remembers that she has promised him to make this soup.
" Perhaps mom" she replied quietly. All of sudden she felt guilty about all that happened to day. Lena was so deep in thought that she didn't notice when a steaming hot bowl of soup was placed in front of her , along most starting her.
Dylan quietly observe her as he adjusted warm comforter on her legs again.
Lena watched him, taking care of her.
[What if you know Dylan what I can hear and see? Would you love me the same? ]
Her mind went blank on this thought. What bought her back was the touch of something warm on her lips. Lena opens her mouth and warmness fallows it. A delicious taste spread in and it bought her back.
"How's that? "Dylan asked, fill the deep spoon the soup and taking it to her.
" Delicious" before Lena can comprehend, she spoke, earning a warm smile from him.. She takes the bowl from him and begin to drink soup on her own. Lena hides her smile as she saw Dylan staring at her.
"Get Yours " she says smiling at him.
Dylan watch her face for a moment, kissing her check twice before going back to get his bowl..
No matters how hard Lena tries to be inside an eggshell, this man of hers, her Dylan is always able to get through it.
"Dylan " after some time she whispers his name as he sat back with his bowl.
"Huh" Dylan gaze at Her, only to find that Lena has completed her bowl and now looking at his with puffy eyes.
Without a second thought, Dylan pushed his bowl towards her with a teasing smile on his face and they dig in.