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Home Invasion- Part 2

This is the follow up of my Eddie x Evan x Deaf! Reader imagine, thank you all for the lovely feedback and a lovely anon for this idea. I hope you will all like it.

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911 Masterlist

Part 1

Summary: When Eddie and Evan are at work, someone breaks into their home and (Y/n) ends up being attacked.

Enjoy.

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Reaching her arms out in front of her, (Y/n) curled her hands down around Eddie's biceps and gave him a light shake to make him jump and catch his attention. She rose a brow when he turned his head to the side to look down at her with his lips curved up on one side.

When he leaned forward to try and press a kiss to her temple, (Y/n) pulled back and shook her head, feeling her stomach flip when he frowned.

Holding her hands out flat, (Y/n) pressed them together then parted them to the sides. Then she held her hands out in front of her with her fingers curled into her palms and her index finger and thumb pressed together. She moved her hands back and forth in front of her, crooking her index finger while her lips pursed and she watched the way Eddie's frown curved back into a grin.

Stop running.

"Sorry, Bobby puts us on a timer. In and out," Eddie checked another item off the shopping list held tightly in his fist before he leaned over and pecked her lips before she could pull away again.

He was so used to going shopping with Bobby and Hen for the station, he was always on shopping duty almost every week. Mainly because he was efficient enough to finish the shop in less than twenty minutes. Eddie was used to Bobby giving them each a list and sending them in the shop like they were doing drill exercises.

It was hard to snap out of that routine when he went shopping for his own family rather than for the station house.

Eddie smiled when (Y/n) reached out and curled her hands around his bicep, standing so close she was almost sitting on his hip. He leaned over, pressing his forearms down into the trolley while he looked over the list and bit down on the pen in his other hand.

He liked the way (Y/n) perched her chin on his shoulder and nuzzled her nose against his neck because it sent shivers tingling through his blood and made his body quake.

His eyes followed (Y/n)'s hand as she pointed at her chest, then curled her fingers and crooked her index finger. She curled and uncurled her finger whilst moving her hand in a slow line towards Eddie. Cereal. She was going to go and get the cereal.

Unravelling herself from Eddie's arm, (Y/n) stood a step to the side and jutted her hip out to the side so it bumped into the trolley. Her lips curved into a rather sassy grin which made Eddie tilt his head up to pay attention to what she was about to sign. Her hands crossed in front of her chest then uncrossed and moved down near her hips before she curled her index finger and thumb and moved her hands in front of her again.

But when she finally held her hand up straight and curled her wrist to circle her hand in a clockwise motion, she saw Eddie grin brightly.

Don't run away.

He straightened up so he was back to towering over her and took a step closer so he could reach out and press a finger beneath her chin. He jutted her head back so she was looking up at him, suddenly thankful no one else was in the aisle to witness them.

"I wouldn't dare." He murmured quietly, slow enough for her to read his lips before he leaned in and stole a kiss.

His thumb brushed across (Y/n)'s chin and he nipped at her bottom lip before he pulled back and made a point of walking very slowly down the aisle to show he wasn't about to race off. He couldn't always help speeding around the shop, he had been trained by Bobby to be swift and not to daudle or hang around for anything.

Whereas (Y/n) didn't like to run around the shop, grabbing everything and moving like they were doing some sort of hit and run robbery.

And it was usually Evan who did the weekly shop, he was the only one out of the three of them who actually enjoyed shopping. He was like a child in a toy shop because Evan made the weekly food menu for the house and he and (Y/n) were the ones who did the cooking. They didn't let Eddie near the kitchen unless he was making cereal; that was the only thing he could make properly.

Evan had taken Chris out to the cinema today. He had a thing for all the animated movies and whenever a new kid's movie came out in the cinema, Evan was the first one in the cinema to see them. Eddie wasn't so keen and was very happy for Evan to take Chris for the afternoon.

(Y/n) didn't go to the cinema very often. They didn't show many films with subtitles and they only put subtitles on movies in the evenings so she didn't have many opportunities to take Chris to the cinema. It was easier to wait and watch the movies at home when they came out on the tv.

Rather than stay at home, alone, (Y/n) joined Eddie to do the shopping. It had been almost two weeks since someone broke in and (Y/n) hadn't been alone in the house yet. If both the boys were at work, (Y/n) either went round to see Maddie or she waited at the station because Bobby had graciously told her she could come round whenever she liked and stay as long as she wanted.

And if she was home alone with Chris, they ended up at the park or on an evening drive to get out the house.

(Y/n) was waiting for the day one of the boys told her to stop being silly and brave being alone. She was anxiously waiting for them to snap or sit her down and kindly tell her they couldn't hold her hand and make sure one of them was always by her side twenty four seven.

But neither of them were ever going to do that.

Eddie and Evan had agreed that for as long as they could and in whatever way they could, one of them would be home or be around (Y/n) until she told them she was fine being alone. They would do whatever they could to make her feel safe.

A quiet hum vibrated at the back of (Y/n)'s throat and she pressed her lips together tightly to try and make sure she wasn't accidentally humming very loudly in the middle of the shop and drawing attention to herself.

Her fingers skimmed across the shelves as she turned the corner and moved into the next aisle.

When a sudden tightening feeling started to creep into her chest, (Y/n) glanced around the aisle and turned her head to look back over her shoulder.

There was nothing there.

Unease rattled down her spine and spread through her arms down to her fingertips as she looked ahead and moved just a little bit quicker to get to the end of the aisle. She used to pride herself on being so self aware and having a good gage of her surroundings. (Y/n) could sense and feel when people were near, the boys could never sneak up on her or give her a jumpscare when she was in a certain mood.

Now, every little shift in temperature, every soft breeze or hazy movement out the corner of her eye had her spinning around in circles, barely breathing as she tried to find the source of her panic.

Every touch, every movement and every glimpse became threatening when she didn't feel safe.

(Y/n) turned back around and moved ahead into the next aisle, speeding up to get near the end so she could grab Chris's usual rainbow hoops and the cornflakes for Evan. She grabbed the biggest box she could see for Chris and darted her eyes around for Evan's box.

Her teeth sank down into her lower lip and she coiled the box closer against her chest before she looked down and slowly stood on the empty crate on the floor. Why did they have to put cornflakes on the top shelf? Didn't they know it was one of the most commonly bought items?

Just as her fingers scraped the box, a sudden chill crept up the back of (Y/n)'s neck and a horrible sense of dread built up in the pit of her stomach. Her hand clenched around the cardboard box like claws piercing into prey and she went against every instinct she had and turned her head towards the left as slowly as she could.

Oh God.

She lost her balance and stumbled off the crate and onto the marble floor, watching the cereal box tumble down the corner of her eye in slow motion but it didn't make her wince or jump or react like it should have.

Her body stayed as still as a picture, frozen in time as her eyes locked onto a figure walking past the end of the aisle.

She had seen that awful, shaggy brown haircut before with greasy locks that flopped around his ears. She remembered those dark green eyes. Eyes that had been full of anger and blown wide with panic when she crashed down into the coffee table. Those eyes were the last thing (Y/n) had seen before she collided with the table and subsequently passed out.

Terror ransacked (Y/n)'s blood and made her body tremble as she stood, frozen to the spot. Unable to look away even after the man walked out of sight towards a different aisle.

He hadn't seen her. Would he recognise her if he had? Would he have tried to approach her or just carry on walking as if she meant nothing at all to him? Would he have come over to taunt her, maybe ask how she was after her fall? Maybe he had forgotten what she looked like.

(Y/n) hadn't forgotten him. She didn't forget how he hurt her and how he had gotten away before anyone even knew something was amiss.

With Chris's box of cereal now crushed between her arm and her chest, dinted right down the middle and most likely with half a bag of broken pieces, (Y/n) managed to turn around.

She couldn't feel her feet when they thundered against the floor and carried her in a sprint around the corner. Her body turned and twisted to the side, somehow still agile and graceful while she avoided colliding into someone's trolley and bolted. Her head twisted to the left, furiously glancing down each aisle until she locked her eyes on her partner.

Eddie was stood in an empty aisle, hands on his hips, one knee jutted forward, the pen tucked behind his ear and their shopping list pinned neatly between his lips. He was looking for the specific brand of protein drinks he and Evan had been taking to work with them recently.

(Y/n) wasn't sure if she made a noise that caught his attention or if he heard her panting madly to try and catch back her stolen breath. But either way, his body turned to the right just as she stormed down the aisle towards him. Her arm moved and dropped the box of cereal on the floor a few feet away from the trolley.

There was barely any time for Eddie to move or process the sight ahead of him before (Y/n) barrelled into him and knocked him back three feet into the trolley. Her arms bound around his middle, deadlocking him against her while her forehead pushed forward and buried into the middle of his chest right against his sternum.

Panic was the first thing that Eddie felt when she grabbed him.

His arms froze in mid-air and his eyes bulged in their sockets when he felt that she was pressing herself against him so tightly her nose was becoming squashed into his chest and he could feel each hot breath she panted into his shirt. Her body trembled against his in a way that made Eddie jutter back and forth and he didn't know what to do.

"Woah, baby." He pulled the piece of paper from his lips and tossed it limply into the trolley behind him before he coiled his arms cautiously around her.

His hand cradled the back of her head while his other arm deadlocked around her waist just in case she was about to collapse or her knees were going to giveway. Eddie pressed his lips against the top of her head and tried humming into her hair to calm her down but he couldn't help but dart his eyes around for any sign of a threat or a problem.

He could see a few passers-by giving them odd looks and one old lady even smiled at him as if it was totally normal to have a display of intimacy in the middle of a shop.

But he couldn't see anything that would class as a problem or any sign of a threat.

With a deep breath, Eddie leaned his upper chest back and moved his hands to cup (Y/n)'s face in his palms. His thumbs brushed beneath her eyes, catching a stray tear while he moved her head so her chin was pressing into his chest but she was finally looking up at him.

Eddie kept one hand cupping the side of (Y/n)'s face while he moved his right hand and curled his fingers into his palm. Leaving his thumb and pinky sticking out, he moved his curled fingers to press into his chin before he pulled his hand down.

"What's wrong?"

(Y/n) dug her fingers into Eddie's back, scratching her nails into his shirt as she tried to pull her head from his hold and smother her face back into his chest again. She felt better when she darkened her senses and the only thing she could comprehend was the feel of his chest and she smell of his cologne flooding through her nose.

What was she supposed to tell him? How could she explain she had seen a split second glimpse of someone and she thought, only thought, that it might be the man who attacked her?

How stupid was that going to make her seem?

He looked so familiar. She was so sure it was him, but he walked away. (Y/n) saw him from a distance and for all she knew, he could have been a figment of her imagination. She might have imagined and overreacted to something very plain and simple.

It couldn't have been him, though. It was highly unlikely that after two weeks, (Y/n) would see the same man in the same shop she was in, just by coincidence.

But what if it was him?

Her attention was forced back to Eddie when he gripped her chin and lifted her head from his chest, forcing her to look up at him while he moved his free hand to rub circles over his chest.

Breathe.

Eddie let go of her and took one slow, cautious step back so he could try and sign because she wasn't paying enough attention to read his lips. But as soon as he stepped back, she moved forward and deadlocked her arms around his chest again, too afraid to let him go. Something bad had clearly gone on while he had left her for less than five minutes in another aisle.

He leaned back but allowed (Y/n)'s arms to stay around his middle and he did his best to sign around her. He clenched his hands into fists and held them near his chest before he pulled them down and pointed his index fingers out. Then he turned his palms facing upwards and shook his hands around like he was pretending to juggle.

"Baby, what's happened?"

(Y/n) uncurled her arms from Eddie enough to hover her hands in front of her and shake them around her chest before she stuck her thumb up and pointed it at her chest.

"Scared of what?" Eddie didn't understand. How had she scared herself? They were in a store, what could she have done to scare herself other than almost collide with someone or fall over?

(Y/n) raised a hand towards her eye and moved her finger back and forth for a second before she curled her fingers and pinched her index finger and thumb together, rotating her hand in a circle. It was easier to say she thought she saw something than trying to explain to Eddie that she might have seen her attacker. She didn't want to panic him more than she already had and if she was wrong she was going to look a fool.

Eddie swallowed down a sigh and pressed his lips together in a thin line when (Y/n) repeated the sign for 'scared myself'. She was trying to calm him down and although her words weren't working, her actions were because Eddie could see she was breathing more rationally and evenly now and her eyes weren't watering or fuelled with panic.

"Are you sure?" He pointed at her then held his index finger and thumb out, pressed his finger to his chin and motioned his hand towards her.

His eyes widened when (Y/n) reached forward and curled both her hands around his bicep so she could reel his arm into her chest and cling to him like a monkey to a tree. The action unsettled him because he could see she was still rattled and he didn't know why. But she wasn't in floods of tears or spiralling into a panic attack and Eddie didn't want to push her into one by continuing the conversation.

He reached down with his free hand and grabbed the cereal box she dropped and tossed it into the trolley. His eyes remained on (Y/n) for a while as they walked. Eddie didn't like the way she tightened her fingers into his arm when someone passed them by.

Her nose and lips pressed just below his shoulder over his shirt and (Y/n) kept her eyes on the trolley to stop herself from overthinking and panicking too much.

It couldn't have been the same person. She was just becoming paranoid.

***

Venom swirled in (Y/n)'s pupils that were turning into black holes the longer she stared down at the coffee table.

Wood. The new coffee table was made of wood. No metal frame to scrape into (Y/n)'s skin and give her bruises that still hadn't faded away and scratch marks that cut deep enough to leave little scars. No glass top that could easily shatter if she were to be thrown onto it again. No chance of another accident that led to a four hour stay in the emergency room picking glass out of her hair and arm.

They shouldn't have needed to buy a new coffee table. (Y/n) liked the old one, there was nothing wrong with it until she literally fell through it.

Eddie and Evan couldn't stomach the thought of another glass table and they had been more than relieved that the dining table was made of oak or that would have been switched as well. They didn't want any reminders of the fact their girl had been forcefully smashed through a pane of glass.

The small discoloured mark on the wood floor from her blood stain was more than enough of a reminder about what happened.

Tears dripped down (Y/n)'s face and her nails scratched so deeply into her upper arms that she was beginning to draw blood. Her elbows pinned into her chest as her upper body slowly rocked back and forth on the sofa.

The tv was playing an old re-run of one of Eddie's favoured Spanish tella-novella shows. (Y/n) couldn't find the will to try and watch something new and actually focus on the tv; it was on as background stimulation rather than entertainment.

"No."

The word fell from her lips on a constant loop, sometimes loud, sometimes deathly quiet and inaudible. But it was the only thing she could say and comprehend as she pushed up from the sofa and launched the remote on the floor near to the tv.

She couldn't even last an hour alone in the house. Maddie had gone home just over half an hour ago and (Y/n) couldn't handle it. Both the boys were on shift together and (Y/n) knew deep in her heart that the station was where she was going to go. Since Maddie walked out the door, the thought of the station had lodged itself in the back of her mind.

She couldn't bare to go into the dining room alone. She didn't want to bring her crafts into the living room or the bedroom. She didn't want to be in the house when no one else was here and if her back was turned to the door, she was making herself easy prey. Again.

With her bag slung on her shoulder, (Y/n) coiled her arms around her chest and hurried out the front door. She barely managed to lock it before she was speeding down the path and around the block.

Home wasn't safe if one of her boys weren't with her.

How was (Y/n) supposed to protect herself when she failed last time? She didn't know she was supposed to be protecting herself from anyone before the stranger broke in. She couldn't hear anything. A burglar could be as loud as he wanted, breaking the door frame, picking the locks and the windows, he could crash into anything and break as many ornaments in the house as he wanted and (Y/n) wouldn't know unless she saw some movement.

With her back turned, she was making herself a target and (Y/n) couldn't constantly be spinning around in circles to check behind her and make sure she was safe. At least with Eddie or Evan by her side, they could hear the things she didn't and she wouldn't get hurt if someone broke in when one of the boys was home.

Walking the streets didn't feel safe anymore.

(Y/n) had plucked up the courage to take Chris to school for the past two days and even he had noticed the way (Y/n) was constantly looking over her shoulder and gripping his hand tighter and tighter the further away from home they walked.

It didn't help that (Y/n) felt sure she was seeing a familiar figure whenever she left the house. She could see a tall, looming figure somewhere on her walk when she left the house. Leaning against a lamp post, walking twenty feet behind her and Chris. Hovering near a car but not actually moving or getting anything in or out of the car. And she couldn't see the figure's face which didn't help when she felt like she was being watched. She couldn't even describe who was watching her.

(Y/n) rubbed her arm against her chest, itching the stitches through her bandage that she had scratched enough to make it come loose and hang near her elbow. She wanted to tear out each stitch, no matter if it meant she would bleed out or not. They were itching and when she was panicked, her arm started to ache and feel heavy.

Panic bubbled up in her chest and made the tears fall faster down her face when she felt the incessant urge to turn her head and look over her shoulder.

The figure.

Looming far back down the road in the direction she had just come from. It had to be a coincidence, that had to be a different person from the figure she thought she was seeing around her almost every day.

Look forward. Keep moving. Don't run.

Mantra after mantra circled around in (Y/n)'s head as she tried not to bolt into a run. She was too far away from the station to run all the way there and not stumble or be caught- if indeed she was being chased at all.

After five paces, (Y/n) crossed the road and rounded the corner, veering off to the right, coming out of the culdesac they lived in. She knew she shouldn't, but she looked back again. He was following her. He had crossed the road and sped up so there was less than the width of a car between them.

She was being followed.

Her fingers rummaged around in her bag and shakily curled around her phone. She needed to message one of the boys and tell them she was coming down to the station. If she didn't get there within ten minutes and she told them she was coming over, they would know something was wrong. Just in case her 'friend' got her before she got there.

Not Safe!! Coming to the station. Need help!

It happened to be Evan that she clicked on. His was the first contact that popped up on her screen. And he was a worrier. She was going to panic him, but if she sent him something calm and serene and she didn't turn up he wouldn't panic as much as he would if she let him knonw something wasn't right.

For a few seconds, she thought about holding her phone to her ear and pretending to be on a call. But she couldn't. The man was close behind her, close enough that he would be able to hear that she wasn't actually talking. And if she did talk and pretend to have a conversation, he would notice right away that she was hearing impaired. She didn't need to give him more motivation to hurt her.

She could feel her panic rising the further away from home she got because she was halfway between home and the station. Halfway to nowhere if he caught up with her soon.

(Y/n) crossed three more roads and got onto the main street in half the time it would usually have taken her to get this close to the station. Sweat was pouring off of her in buckets from a combination of exhersion and panic. Her shirt was clinging to her chest and back and her legs were aching from speed walking and doing her best not to burst out into a run.

I want my boys. I want my boys!

Something like a squeak burned in the back of (Y/n)'s throat when she glanced her eyes at the car next to her on her left.

She could see his reflection in the window. He was close.

Run!

It didn't matter if she bolted down the street anymore. It didn't matter that people were going to see her fleeing down the street and wonder what on Earth she was doing. It didn't matter that he would know she knew she was being followed and that she was in danger. All that mattered was reaching the station before she was grabbed. Again.

Her bag flung into her side and whacked against her back as she ran as fast as her pounding feet and burning legs would carry her. Her right hand clutched her bag to keep it on her shoulder, she needed it as a weapon in case he caught her.

Her free arm waved madly at her side to give extra momentum and push her further as her lungs started to burn and deflate and a stitch tore through her stomach like she had been shot. She needed to keep going. (Y/n) had to round the next corner, cross the road and get into the fire house where she would be safe. He might be stupid enough to chase her in broad daylight, but he couldn't try and attack or snatch her from a fire house where dozens of people would be working and in plain view of him.

A daring glance over her shoulder made (Y/n) scream and she knew the sound was loud because her lips vibrated and her throat burned. He was running after her. She really was being chased down the street.

Her feet skidded as she pounded round the corner and bumped into the wall when her balance was thrown off. Her hip burned and a feeble cry left her lips when the bandage around her arm scraped against the brick wall and took a stitch off with it. But she couldn't stop. The blood would have to trickle down her arm and leave a trail in her wake. She had to keep going.

In her blind panic, (Y/n) didn't bother to look, she stumbled off the pavement and onto the road.

The firehouse. The big, burning red building was right there across from her. It was within her reach. All she had to do was cross the road.

Her body shuddered and her arms coiled into her chest when a flash of dark silver caught the corner of her left eye. A car. Her mind screamed, malfunctioning with the panic of whether to stop dead in the middle of the road or run faster.

She ran faster. She had more chance of getting away from the car and her attacker if she ran rather than if she stopped and missed the car but got caught by the man.

Tears streamed down her burning face and her hands scraped the gravel road, cutting her palms and imbedding grit into the skin when she narrowly missed the car that screeched to a halt two feet away from her as she went down on her knees on the other side of the road. Her hands burned, her arm was shaking in agony and she could barely feel her hands or feet from the numb panic that was making all the blood go to her head and her stomach.

(Y/n) couldn't work out what the driver was saying. He had his head stuck out the car window and his arms were waving at her like mad.

She pushed up to her feet and curled one burning, scraped hand into a fist which she frantically rubbed over her chest as she tried to shout "I'm sorry!" as loud as she could in case he didn't know sign language. She didn't mean to panic him and ruin his day.

She stumbled over her feet and fell backwards, landing harshly on her bum on the edge of the pavement when her eyes locked on her attacker. He was running towards her at full speed. She felt caught between putting her arms up in defence and trying to keep moving. (Y/n) settled for turning and laying her stomach on the pavement to try and push herself up to her feet again.

"No!" Her hands clenched into fists, bashing into his chest when his rough hands grabbed her shoulders.

It was the same touch. The same fingers that bruised her two weeks ago. The same calloused hands that pushed her into the coffee table. The same green eyes that burned into her with a rage (Y/n) had seen very few times in her life. She wasn't being hurt again. She wasn't becoming a victim again.

(Y/n) tried to make whatever noise she could, as loud as she seemed to be able to. Without hearing, it was impossible to determine whether she was whispering or shouting, screaming or murmuring but she did whatever she could. Her fists smashed into his nose and near his eyes, she wanted his eyes to water so he was blinded with pain and had no choice but to let her go.

Her body stumbled backwards when his rough touch let her go and she jolted around and bolted across the pavement and stumbled through the open doors of the fire house.

A shrill scream left (Y/n)'s lips when fingers curled in the scruff of her ponytail and yanked her head backwards with force.

Power (Y/n) didn't know she had jolted through her like electricity and in one swift motion, she spun on her heels and launched her bag out. Her fingers dug into the leather strap of her handbag deep enough to start cutting through the material and she whacked it down roughly on the side of the man's head.

With her phone, purse, keys and a lot of other loose items in her bag, it became a very useful, heavy weapon and (Y/n) slammed it down against the man's shoulder and then into his chest until he stumbled down to his knees. She wished there was a glass door nearby that she could have thrown him into to show him what it felt like to be sliced to ribbons and knocked unconscious by brute force.

She coiled her arm back, ready to send another devastating blow against her attacker's head before a body moved in front of him and hands were being held out towards her.

Bobby.

She stopped in her tracks, chest heaving and tears pouring down her face when Bobby shook his head and kept his arms out towards her to stop her. He had no idea what was going on or why she was suddenly fighting with someone, but he needed her to stop. He could see the state she was in and he had seen the strange man grab her so he knew (Y/n) had every right to defend herself, but she was safe now.

They would take care of whoever this person was.

Panic ransacked Bobby's entire being when (Y/n) finally stopped screaming and instead moved her hand. He only knew the basic signs for sign language, he was still trying to learn more to communicate with her. Evan was like a son to him and therefore Bobby wanted to get to know (Y/n) as well.

"I need some help down here!"

(Y/n)'s hand started to move but Bobby didn't know what she was doing. She pushed her palm away from her, pulling her hand back and forth like she was pushing an invisible door. Before she pointed her index finger and tilted her hand back and forth rapidly. It was the only thing she was signing and Bobby didn't understand.

"(Y/n)?! (Y/n) what's wrong? Jesus baby what are you doing?!" Words flew past Evan's lips and his hand repeatedly pressed against his chin with his thumb and pinky stuck out, trying to ask what was wrong. He heard her screams from upstairs and her text had scared the living daylights out of him.

Evan held both arms out and as swift as anything, he clamped his arms around (Y/n)'s waist and lifted her off her feet before she could swing her bag down on the stranger again. His hands dug into her waist and her arm got pinned against his chest when he swiftly carried her a few feet away towards the middle of the station floor.

He could feel her nails piercing down into his exposed arm and he pressed his lips to the top of her head. His eyes frantically looked over at Bobby, wide and full of panic as he leaned over, pressing his chest into (Y/n)'s side and back to stop her fighting to get out of his hold.

Evan jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder but relief burned in his eyes when he realised it was only Eddie.

"What the fuck's going on?"

Eddie clamped one hand down on Evan's shoulder and moved the other to grip (Y/n)'s arm when she finally stopped writhing around in Evan's grip so he could let her go. He moved to stand in front of her but anger burned bright in Evan's eyes when he looked down at (Y/n)'s hand to see what she was trying to sign.

It's him.

A sudden breathlessness came over (Y/n) and she found herself latching her hands onto Eddie's forearm as her knees caved. Her back fell into his chest and his arms swooped around her middle, coiling her into him as he lowered them both down to the floor. Eddie knelt behind her, pulling (Y/n) flush into his chest as he kissed the top of her head, unsure what was going on.

But he started to piece everything together when he noticed Evan's hands were curled up into tight fists at his sides and his whole body was trembling.

"Buck, no-"

"I'll kill him! I'll kill the fucker he's attacked her again!"

(Y/n) shuddered in Eddie's arms when Evan bolted from their side. Her head turned to the side and she pushed herself further into Eddie's embrace, burying her face against his arm so she didn't have to watch. She could feel his lips smothering the back of her head and his hand started to flutter up and down her arm to try and calm her down but he too was starting to tremble.

"Buck don't! It's not worth it," Hen and Chimney rushed forward, both of them struggling to hold Evan back while Bobby kept hold of the man so he didn't manage an escape trick.

"Buck you're not helping." Eddie spoke through gritted teeth and he glared up at his partner before motioning to their girl wrapped up in his arms.

Evan wasn't doing (Y/n) any favours by attacking the man in broad daylight because he would get himself into trouble and they didn't need to give the man any reasons to get away with what he'd done.

Anger continued to bubble up through the pit of Evan's stomach and rattle throughout his body. But he wrenched his arms free from Hen and Chimney's hold, shaking them off so he could collapse down on his knees in front of his partners. His hands smoothed up and down (Y/n)'s thighs before he gingerly reached for her hand and gently uncurled her hand from Eddie's arm so he could lay her arm stretched out over his lap.

Two stitches had been torn from her arm and blood was trickling down towards her elbow and a few splatters were dribbled near her wrist and her hand. The bandage was hanging loosely around her elbow so Evan carefully started to wind it back around her arm. The continuous, slow motion calmed down one of the many nerves raging free within Evan and he pinned the bandage back in place. It would do until they could get her to hospital to redo the stitches again and check the wound was alright.

Evan gently brushed his thumb over the back of (Y/n)'s hand while he inspected her palm that was bloody and covered in scrapes and grit and specks of dirt.

"He's not getting away with this." He kept his head tilted down so (Y/n) couldn't see what he was saying just in case he spoke again before he could think better of it. But he knew Eddie heard him when Eddie started to sway (Y/n) back and forth with his lips still pressed against her head and his arms tense around her frame.

If Eddie didn't continue to hold (Y/n) like this, the team would be pinning him to the floor so he didn't go and attack whoever it was that was going to be arrested in a few minutes.

They were going to make sure he regretted everything he had done to their girl.

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