The next morning, Rosa groaned and pulled her duvet over her head. She did not want to face the day at all. She lay like that for another 30 minutes, dreading seeing everyone, seeing the one she had to kill... she sighed and climbed out of bed. She couldn't put it off forever.

*ONE HOUR LATER*

Rosa walked into the precinct and hurried over to her desk, not making eye contact with anybody. If she had to kill one- and fire the rest- she didn't want to humanise them any more than she already had. Not that she had really considered the whole killing and firing thing. None of this felt real and she knew deep down nobody was going to end up dead. She just didn't know what to do. The day passed by in a haze of business, interrogations and avoiding everybody else. It was 4 pm, one hour before she could leave, when Amy got called in.
"Detective Santiago," Rogers called. He wore the same smile as when he'd called Rosa on his first day.
Rosa's heart started to race. "Amy! Come here i need your help on a case," she said, desperate to keep Amy out of his office.
Amy glared at her and followed Rogers into his office and Rosa swore softly under her breath - why did she have to snap at Amy earlier?!
The ten minutes Amy was in the office seemed like the longest of Rosa's life. Gina kept shooting her confused glances, but she didn't take her eyes off her short, bitten nails. Every night she went home alone and sat alone and cried and nobody could know that. She was Rosa Diaz. Rosa. Diaz. Rosa Diaz does not cry. She just had nobody. Jake had Amy, Amy had Jake... she was on her own. Nobody could help her.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Rogers' door opening. She glanced upwards, pretending to look unbothered, but her heart was in her mouth. Amy looked at nobody, instead grabbing her bag and hurrying from the bullpen. Rosa's heart sank and she turned to face Rogers. Messing with her... that was one thing. Messing with Amy? No.

She caught the captain's eye and he smirked. "Working hard Diaz? I certainly hope so."

Rosa pressed her lips together to suppress a scream and shoved her things into her bag, striding angrily out of the precinct... the precinct that had once been her safe place was now a living hell.

*HALF AN HOUR LATER*

Rosa slid open her drawer and took out her black, fluffy pyjamas. She was a badass but it was winter - perfectly justified. After changing and making a cup of her favourite herbal tea, she curled up on the sofa and rested her head on her hand. What could she do? She had never felt so lost and alone since joining the 99 and meeting her family.

*knock knock*

Rosa jumped and knocked her hot tea over, spilling it over her top and sofa. Who was knocking on her door at this time, she wondered as she looked helplessly at her soaking wet couch. She sighed and went to answer the door... prepared to pretend again with whoever it was.