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“Do you need a hand Trinity?”
“No, no I’m fine, shit-hole’s just ancient. It takes a while sometimes.”
“Trinity, I don’t mind helping, and if you need help, I’m willing to offer some.” Fuck, why was she so kind and earnest?! Trinity couldn’t handle it, not the earnestness of every sentence she spoke. The kindness of her voice each time she said anything. The worry on her face whenever she interacted with a patient. And, fuck, why’d she say her name like that everytime too!
Trinity couldn’t help but oblige, drawn to doing whatever Baran asked, especially when her attending was looking at her like that, with careful compassion deep in her eyes. “Fuck it, yeah, I could use a hand.”
“Alright,” Baran had a coy smirk on her face, “do you want a lift?”
“What?!” Trinity was shocked to say the least, nope she wasn’t getting a lift from her hot as fuck boss, nope nope, nope “Yeah, fucking hell, sure why not.”
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AKA Baran offers Trinity a favour, Trinity gets confused on wtf is happening and they fuck a few days later
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27 Apr 2026
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Trinity Santos and Baran Al-Hashimi drunkenly hook-up at a work party and Trinity can't get it out of her head. She needs Al-Hashimi to pay attention to her, and nothing conventional seems to be working...
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27 Apr 2026
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Things have been good, lately.
Trinity has been good. She likes going to work—likes the thrill of particularly difficult cases, likes the easy back-and-forth she’s starting to build with her coworkers, even likes arguing with Langdon. She likes her little apartment and she likes that she gets to share it with Dennis. (It’s way cleaner, now, and she eats real food half the time. And she has something to do in the evenings other than think about everything she’s lost).
Things have been good.
She should’ve fucking known what would happen if she let her guard down.
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Trinity is cornered on her way home from work. She gets out of it with a stab wound and a whole new wave of old trauma. (And of course, her least favorite coworker is the only one there to talk her down.)
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26 Apr 2026
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Twenty to thirty years. She had done the math in that courtroom and landed on thirty-seven and let herself exhale for the first time in years. She had been seventeen and wearing a blouse her mother had pressed the night before because her mother had needed something to do with her hands in the same way her Nanay was cooking all day, and she had sat in the second row and listened to the sentence and let the number settle over her like something solid. Like a foundation. Like something she could build on top of.
She was twenty-eight.
And he had been good.
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trinity's roommate moved out, her situation-ship is over and her abuser was just released from prision.
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26 Apr 2026
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“I didn’t stir this shit enough, it feels like I just downed a liter of straight syrup…” She groaned, shaking her half empty cup around much more thoroughly now. “Gonna fucking kill myself…”
At that Yolanda’s eyes widened. Was she kidding? Probably, Trinity’s been known for having a harsh sense of humor. She’s said things like this before and Yolanda’s never batted an eye. But that was before Langdon’s return, before the relapse they never talked about, before the month of silence. Sure she might be looking into things too much but she ignored warning signs from Trinity before. Maybe if she had said… well, anything it wouldn’t have gotten to this point.
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Five times Trinity jokes about killing herself because she's chronically online and five times Yolanda has a heart attack over it.
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26 Apr 2026