#CSI preferences

[aaronswifey]

How you sleep

Part 2

Ncis:

Anthony DiNozzo:

Ziva David:

Leroy Jethro Gibbs:

Timothy McGee:

CSI:

Gil Grissom:

Warrick Brown:

Nick Stokes:

Greg Sanders:

Sara Sidle:

[chippdhearts]

CSI and LGBT+ Headcanons ↳ Sofia Curtis ✦ Bisexual

[beafarm]

Every TV show that is not a limited series has to have at least one musical episode. I don't care how dumb the explanation for it is, it's a must.

[viktorarcanedeservesbetter]

more modern au headcanons for @now-thats-an-oof

first one here

Jayce and Viktor's favorite guilty pleasure is all the crime/science shows like CSI, Bones, X-Files. Stuff that requires a healthy amount of disbelief because it's more entertaining that way, rather than the shows that pretend to know science or are obnoxious about science. They used to have a drinking game, but after one episode of CSI Vegas they were so decidedly intoxicated + the hangover was enough for them to never play it again.

Also, their TV set is a projector against their wall. They also pirate everything, use VPNs. Neither of them pay for any subscriptions, all mooch off of Caitlyn's accounts when they can't find something they want or the quality being pirated isn't good. (Mel and Elora locked them out of their account)

They live in a studio apartment on the first floor right outside their University. It's nice, low-priced and they don't spend a lot of time in it anyways with school and lab work. Jayce's favorite feature is the fireplace, Viktor's is the spacious shower.

They do not use candles: sets off Viktor’s asthma. Instead they have a modified (by them!) diffuser with scents like eucalyptus, peppermint, lavender that helps with breathing + won’t set off an attack. (He still does his treatments, though! Just wants a nice smelling home.)

Ximena lives about forty minutes away; they visit her every weekend. When Jayce and Viktor first got together, Viktor was afraid to meet her (he has no family for Jayce to meet, and never got far enough in other relationships to meet parents) but she took him in instantly.

Now, Ximena insists Viktor come home with Jayce every time. Sometimes she even calls Viktor even when Jayce isn't there. She sends meals (as all moms do!) with them to take, but with the recipe card so they can make it together.

Adding onto that, Jayce cooks, Viktor bakes. Both have used Ximena's recipe cards often, but hers are just better (Jayce thinks she's hiding a secret ingredient, Viktor thinks she's magic) (one of them is right!)

Neither of them are big readers for fun, but both enjoy scientific journals, reports, short stories, as long as they aren't science fiction. Unlike with the TV shows, the bad science just annoys them. For fiction, Jayce enjoys adventure/suspense, Viktor enjoys mystery/suspense. Neither like horror, or romance-only, but enjoy a good slow burn mixed with their preferred genres.

Their greatest achievement was the modern version of whatever the distinguished innovators competition was-they both got to ride in a plane (1st class, paid for by the school!) to present their prototype for a water & air solar powered purifier to the country's top mechanics board. Mel (political science major, business minor (in Masters programs) also helped them register the patents and trademarks for it.

Speaking of Mel, other majors/minors include: Caitlyn (Legal Studies Major, Criminal Justice minor, undergrad) Sky (Environmental Science, Masters) Vi (Exercise Science major, undergrad) Elora (Business Analytics, Masters). Ekko and Powder are taking a gap year.

Jayvik have major beef with the barista at the coffeeshop closest to their apartment. Don't ask them why. (He hit on Vik in front of Jayce while also being ableist. Both of them cursed him out in their respective first languages).

Jayce and Viktor paint and sketch to unwind. Jayce sketches (likes charcoal pencils) Viktor paints (likes watercolors). Favorite subjects? Each other. (yes, they have painted and sketched each other naked.)

Failed hobbies of theirs include: crocheting (Jayce was slightly more successful, though the scarf he made for Vik was a little too long) Photography (somehow Viktor's fingertips make it into his shots, Jayce can never get the focus right) Dance (Jayce stepped on everyone's feet, Viktor only likes to sway and stand on Jayce's feet) Plants (?) (They are only allowed plants that can survive nuclear explosions now. Sky banned anything harder than a spider plant to care for from their home.)

Favorite Bar: The Last Drop (you know I had to do it). They (as well as their small group of friends) are the only academy students yet to be kicked out. Mostly for good behavior, but also because favoritism.

Things they don't fight about: Health, safety, opinions (they share most of the same ones anyways) family, friends.

Things they "fight" about: the right amount of sugar in a coffee, if Viktor needs wool socks, if Jayce needs to replace his work boots, the best kind of cookie (the great double-chocolate chip vs m&m cookie war)

The thing they actually fought about (serious version): Viktor accepting help/Jayce learning the right way to help him that wasn't diminishing Viktor's abilities. They fought for a week-still sharing a bed and eating together, working, but all silent. Finally when they came to an agreement-Viktor would stop ignoring the need for help until it was too painful to ask, Jayce would help by knowing the real signs, or doing just what Viktor asks him to help with, rather than what he assumes Viktor needs.

[queerophenia]

The Who Iceberg Explained - pt. 1

the iceberg

part 2

requested by uh i forgot tbh anyway i got two hours of sleep last night so this is gonna be awesome. okay so the last three layers of the who iceberdg:

Karen hitting Pete with a wooden spoon

Roger’s suicide attempt at 14

Pete’s 1971 “attempt”

(it’s a bit unclear but I do think it counts in some respects. I have no explanation for the mafia hallucinations and bloody nose like he was sober wtf happened is he schizophrenic 😭)

the vore song

No, I haven't booked

I don't want it grilled and I don't want it cooked

I don't even want it killed

If it's dead I heave, it makes me sick

So check that it can breathe and bring it to me quick

I want food fast

I want fast food

Frisky little children

Served up in the nude

Keep them coming

If you want my gratitude

(…)

I must say it's gracious

Of you all to multiply

For I am voracious

And I need a huge supply

Of organic, bleeding

Palpitating swill

I'm ready for feeding

And I don't want a bill

I want food fast

I want fast food

Pretty naked girls

Preferably tattooed

I don't like fiber

Especially barbecued

(…)

Long ago I used to grace

Vegetarian restaurants out in space

But here below I looked and saw

You were growing fat on the spoils of war

I want food fast

I want fast food

Pulsating organs

Delicately chewed

I want to be like you

Rapacious and crude

(…)

*not necessarily vore but also weird liek wtf

Now let your women breed

Impale the sacred cow

Because I'm dressed to feed

And I'll breast feed now

I want food, fast food

I want fast food

Because I'm so hungry

Fast food, I want fast food

Because I'm so hungry

Can't you hear me?

Keith Moon suicide conspiracy

(why is this band so suicidal) just a pure tinfoil conspiracy that some fans have that Keith’s death wasn’t an accident. like. 32 tablets. the lethal dose is 5. that’s insane. even for Keith Moon. and like, Keith wasn’t happy. Here’s a quote from Pamela Des Barres:

additionally, the bloody incident with roger. potentially could’ve been a first attempt, or truly an accident though still concerning (this is pure speculation meant to be as respectful as possible, of course):

plus, his behavior leading up to his death is quite peculiar. we all know he called pete (and roger) (and probably john too) every night to tell them he loved them, which could’ve been a way of saying goodbye and making sure they knew that before he was gone. again, just playing devil’s advocate i’m not saying that’s what happened (hence, “conspiracy”)

Roger’s blackface and that special word

Roger appeared on CSI as a murderer (i think) who used disguises (/ref) to remain unrecognized. One of the disguises… was a black woman

This is the clip of Roger saying the word idk what the ethics are for sharing a video with the n-word in it though (i’m not black) so i bleeped it out but i don’t know how to edit i just. idk

[seat-safety-switch]

My local thrift store is great. Or at least it used to be, before the seas dried up and the shipping freighters from China stopped coming. Now, we have to pick through our own unwanted debris for every single molecule of natural resource. Competition at the Goodwill is fierce, in other words.

Nobody knows how Europe ended up out of all this, because the fibre-optic cables snapped. All the light fell onto the dry ocean floor and that was it. Broke the whole damn internet, or at least the wine-drinking parts. Value Village ran out of CDs of 1990s Danish pop music within the first month, and then people started freaking the fuck out. Worse than when they ran out of cheese a day later.

Sure, we could re-start industrialization here. We could make in our own backyard the things people need, like buses, bricks, and toilet paper. Our government seems convinced that things will just get better on its own, though. Which is easy for them to say, sitting rich on the country's strategic reserve of old DVD sets of CSI. Doing things is simply a lot of work, and just not how we prefer to conduct ourselves these days.

So, yeah, things are bad. Scavenging things from the thrifts and putting them up on eBay for a massive profit used to be something you'd do as a side gig, so you could afford rent. Now it's the only job. It's not all bad news. The GDP is still doing great, because someone figured out that the banks can just sell each other the same old Super Nintendo cartridge at 17% more per year, back and forth. They just had to lay us off so we'd stop telling them it doesn't work that way. After two winters of fighting folks every time a tattered backpack shows up on Donations Thursday, I don't even remember what a watermelon looks like.

Hold on. Be right back. Someone just dropped a chair at the loading dock. It's missing three legs, but it's made of wood. Real Goddamn wood. I could make another, slightly smaller, chair out of this. Where else would we get that from? Trees?

[dangermousie]

Gotta say, while I enjoyed The Double and it was a ridiculously beautiful drama, The Rise of Ning is so much more my thing in terms of characters, dynamics, vibe, ship, narrative etc.

I enjoy a lot of dramas but not that many feel like they are personally made for my preferences and this one does. I love everything about it, literally everything.

Perhaps it helps that I can actually imagine these people existing somewhere in reality while The Double characters all feel so incredibly operatic. Or because this narrative is not driven by revenge. (It’s rather like Minglan that way where yes FL brings down the evil concubine and ML wins over his evil family but it’s not the main focus and the lion’s share of the narrative.)

And the story and the characters are allowed to breathe. It feels like a costume cdrama version of a 19th century English novel and I love those. In fact, the vibes are rather Sword and Brocade (before it went into Costume CSI that is) and Minglan (tho of course not as good) and LLTG than The Double if I think about it.

I make all the Borgia sisterluster jokes because I am me, but the thing that draws me is not all the extraness but the lived in feeling and the nuances and the little moments and gestures.

If this keeps up, this is gonna join my Top 5 cdramas of 2024 with ShenLi, Heroes, Eternal Brotherhood and Joy of Life 2.

[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

honey bunch. ( gil grissom x reader )

gif belongs to me

Before you started dating the team had noticed the tension between you both, and wondered when and if you would ever get together. After placing bets and pulling their hair out waiting for the answer, it was Catherine who saw the way Gil smiled down at you when you showed him a reconstruction as he listened to you excitedly explain your findings. And she knew from the way you turned to meet his gaze, the smile you sent his way, that you were finally dating.

They were relieved when the tension was replaced with light flirting. Gil often slipped and called you any nickname he could think of at the time.

You always referred to him as Gil at work, but lately, you wanted to find a term of endearment that showed how you cared about him. You hadn't expected it to be so difficult.

For over a week you changed the nickname from Sweet Pea to Sugar, and you were determined to find the perfect nickname. You didn't understand how Gil could do it so easily and you feared that he would feel as if you didn't care about him as much as he did you.

"Gilford!"

Gil was following Nick and Warrick to watch their experiment when you called out to him. Warrick and Nick chuckled as they looked at you and Gil wet his lips, shaking his head as he met your mischievous gaze.

"You won't believe what I found."

"My birth certificate? Because last time I checked, my name was Gilbert."

You merely sent him a smile, "Come on," You nodded to the desk you were working at, recovering waterlogged photographs. "You'll be really impressed. Well, more than usual."

"What's impressive is your humility." Warrick jested.

"Don't worry, babe, you'll be as great as I am one day." You turned on your heel and Gil looked at the two amused CSIs. Ever since your relationship became public knowledge, the tension around the lab was released with flirting energy and now and then you would become bolder.

Gil fell into step beside you and you sent your boyfriend a smile. "I'm expecting my mind to be blown."

"Have I ever let you down?"

Gil shook his head, "Did you have to call me Gilford?"

"Do you prefer Gilly?"

"I prefer Gil."

"I thought I was only supposed to call you Grissom at work?"

"I think we've passed that stage when you ran down the corridor, shouting Gilford."

You smiled as you approached the computer and Gil pulled up a chair beside you. "Okay, Gil," You glanced at him with a grin, "I reconstructed the photographs recovered from the water."

"Okay..."

"Are you ready?"

"You've been spending too much time in the lab with Greg."

You smiled as you showed him the first photograph you recovered. A group of sophomore students smiling together. "That's our victim." You pointed to a blonde girl who was standing between two guys with dixie cups. "And this," You zoomed into the guy on the right. "is our tech mogul."

"This had to be taken the night of the murder," Gil stated, seeing the victim was wearing the same clothes as the body.

You nodded in agreement. "I reconstructed more." You clicked on another photograph, enlarged it, and cleaned the pixels a little to reveal the transaction happening in the photograph. "There's our tech mogul. Recognise the other one?"

"Our drive-thru king." Gil looked at you when you turned on your chair, facing him.

"I looked into his high school and college records. He's an MIT graduate."

Gil shook his head, "How does an MIT graduate end up working at a drive-thru? And what does it have to do with our victim?" He tilted his head thoughtfully, "Unless she took the pictures."

"She blackmailed him?"

"He would've lost everything. He would make a lot of money."

"Been featured in the biggest magazines." You slowly smiled. "Mind blown?"

Gil stood up, mimicking his mind being blown and you giggled as you walked out of the room with him. "Come on, you could use some time away from the lab." He pointed at you when you opened your mouth to speak, "Do not call me Gilford."

You pouted, "Gilly?"

Gil raised an eyebrow at you and you suppressed a smile as you walked down the hallway. "Can I call you honey bunch?"

He sighed, tilting his head to the side as he considered it before slowly nodding. You grinned excitedly, and he shook his head with a smile.

"Where to first, honey bunch?" You placed your hands on your hips and Gil shook his head as he stopped by the elevator, entering when it was empty.

"We have the element of surprise on our side. We'll stop by his office."

"Ooh, straight to the dragon's lair. Cool." You stood next to him and he glanced at you.

"You really need to spend less time with Greg."

You giggled when he pressed the button for the garage. You were surprised when he took your hand, turning your head to meet his gaze. "I know why you are trying to find a nickname for me. And while I appreciate the thought and effort you've been putting into it, I don't need one. I know how you feel about me without needing words."

"How?"

"Your eyes." He stated with a smile. "They're portals to how you feel or what you're thinking. I don't need to hear it, when I can see it."

"Being so easy to read probably doesn't make me a good CSI."

Gil shook his head, "You're great at what you do. You're passionate about it. You're always excited to see where the evidence takes you."

You smiled softly, glancing at the ground when the doors opened and you stepped into the garage. "You know what I'm thinking just by looking into my eyes?" You turned, standing in front of him, "What am I thinking right now?"

Gil held your gaze for a moment before a smile formed on his lips. "You want to say that your work isn't the only thing you're passionate about." He paused, "And yes, you can still call me honey bunch."

His smile grew when you kissed his cheek before walking to a car, and Gil tugged your hand, leading you to the right one. You smiled when he tilted your chin, kissing you tenderly.

[weeklyhotchniss]

Do you have any Hotchniss fic recs where Aaron and/or Emily are bisexual? This bi girl in a straight passing relationship thanks you 🏳️‍🌈

Oh, I love this ask - yes! 🩷💜💙

Last week I highlighted @caladeniablue's new series Hotch and all the others (M), which features bisexual Hotch in an established relationship with Emily, recounting past flings with male characters you may recognize from other crime procedurals like CSI and NCIS.

@ssaemilyhotchner has a gorgeous Hotchniss 5+1 fic titled wrapped around your finger (M) where one of the parts takes a look at bisexual teen Emily's love for Fiona Duncan (who later appears in s12 as Reid's defense attorney).

@sequinsmile-x has a tenderly done fic that was written during bi visibility week last year, The Past is Never Far (G), in which Emily comes out as bi to Aaron after they run into an ex of hers.

If you're looking for smut, there's there's things I wanna say to you but I'll just let you live by @marestomars (E; Hotch gets jealous after seeing Emily flirt with a woman) and To give to you by @cloudlessly-light (E; Emily usually prefers topping women "but then she joins the BAU and meets Aaron Hotchner and everything changes.")

And to round this list out with some more bi Hotch, a bottle of red, a bottle of white (T) by voodoochild is a Hotch/Emily/Rossi vignette that packs a lot of poly domestic happiness into fewer than 200 words.

This is by no means a comprehensive list of bi Hotchniss fics out there, so I encourage people to leave more recommendations in the comments! I hope this is a good starting point for you - and happy pride month!

[aaronswifey]

How you hug: CSI

Gil Grissom:

Warrick Brown:

Nick Stokes:

Greg Sanders:

Sara Sidle:

Catherine Willows:

[susiephone]

john watson + sherlock holmes (bbc sherlock)

assume they have whatever resources and help they usually have in canon - bones and booth have their interns, father brown has whichever assistants you prefer, jane and lisbon have the rest of their team, etc.

also yes i am missing CSI and Criminal Minds and several other very famous crime shows but I never saw those, sooooo. there are also some i wanted to put on here, but i ran out of room. if this gets enough notes with requests i may do a part two.

[haunted-girlyy]

What the ghouls watch on tv

📺 Aurora doesn't care what's on TV as long as it features pretty dresses, princesses or spaceships.

📺 Rain loves nature documentaries, especially about the ocean or the deep sea.

📺 Aether primarily watches the news. Apart from that, he has a penchant for cheesy Christmas romance films, which all have a similar storyline.

📺 Cirrus is passionate about watching series like Criminal Minds, Bones, CSI: Miami and always feels like the greatest profiler when she guessed who the unsub is before the end of the episode.

📺 Phantom is not picky when it comes to TV programs, but he especially likes watching documentaries with Rain because he can snuggle up to him and the water ghoul always whispers additional information to him.

📺 Dewdrop stays away from educational television. When he has control of the remote, he only watches horror movies or shows like Bob's Burgers.

📺 Mountain likes comedies and teen movies from the 80s and 90s. And even if he would never admit it openly but he just loves clueless and 10 things i hate about you.

📺 Cumulus prefers movies with a strong female lead. She also always pays attention to whether and which film passes the Bechdel test.

[ilariyalavorowrites]

Stalking Me, Stalking You (CSI Nick Stokes) Part three

Imagine: You never saw it coming, you never knew he was there until the moment he struck. For months, this individual had stalking you from the shadows, trying to find a way into your life. Never quite able to but in his mind, time was running out and soon enough you would be completely out of reach. This was the moment to act, to ‘rescue’ you and steal you away.

Warnings: Angst with a happy ending, kidnapping, hurt but eventual comfort. Suffering, lots of suffering, slow-moving plot, stalking, obsessive behaviour.

Pairings: Nick Stokes x Reader and Reader x OC (one-sided)

Word count: 3,068 words

Universe: CSI

Reader gender: Female

Part three of ten

Tagged: @just-call-me-the-old-hag @horsedragonllama @space-helen @kneelforloki @flopiboni

Previous / Next

Monday, Midnight

Greg and Morgan sat side by side, as Archie worked his magic on the various clips of CCTV. Each of the three larger monitors displayed different parts of a timeline that had been created by the day shift’s visual and audio tech Franklyn. They watched as their friend exited her known and preferred coffee shop with her piping hot beverage alone. This had been the last place that she had seen when Officer Sawyer had taken the barista’s statement.

“This is the only first clip that Dayshift obtained after the warrant for her finances came through” Morgan stated with the matching report in hand. The short clip showed nothing out of the ordinary. There was no one tailing her, no strange car parked with a window partially wound down with the driver trying to look casual as their eyes trailed after her.

“It confirms the Barista’s statement at the very least” Greg replied as his gaze shifted to the second screen. Archie paused the first clip and then slid the cursor to the play the next one.

All of them were teetering on the edge of professionalism. Trying their best to push aside their personal feelings. They needed to try at the very least to view the evidence collected like any other case. It was going to be a long night especially as Greg and Morgan had been the ones assigned to review what was already there for this shift. 

The plan was for hands on deck over the next few shifts, to hand over the new details and brief the incoming day shift at the end of their night then repeat the process with a fresh set of eyes the next night.

“This one isn’t the greatest quality, it’s a wall-mounted camera from one of her neighbours that was discovered by the door-to-door interviews” Archie stated as the pixelated footage started. Both Morgan and Greg noted the timestamp, it had been captured at 2:30 in the afternoon. 

“This camera will only record when the motion detection is triggered as you both know” Archie reminded them as they all watched as a battered, Silver Chevrolet Cruze drove past. It did not match the make and model of the car that the Detective had, which had yet to be located even with the BOLO that had been put out with all the necessary details. It had vanished into thin air.

Notes from the lead CSI Ava Dane stated that none of the neighbours had recognised the car when they had spoken after reviewing the footage. One neighbour had commented that he noticed the vehicle when he had returned from home at around 3:10 but he had heard tyres screeching loudly about twenty-five minutes later and when he looked at the window, it was gone.

There had been a slight skid mark noted and photographed from outside that particular address which had been run through the system and matched commonly used wheels. It had the first dead end.

“Franklyn managed to recover a partial plate after cleaning up the image, I won’t be able to get much more than that due to video quality” The tech apologised, knowing that this was not what the two of them wanted to hear.

“It’s a start at least” Morgan responded, trying to remain positive as she turned to the next report. Her eyes rapidly moved over the data displayed there. “It looks like the day shift ran that plate, there’s a fair few listed but they eliminated half” 

As her eyes drifted down the page, they stopped over one particular name. As memories of the case that she had worked on came flooding back. The Detective had been waiting for her at the scene. 

Vaughn Mikhailov was a two-bit drug dealer, he and his older brother Artem had been targeted and shot at in a drive-by gangbangers after they had tried to move in on the turf of another local dealer. The initial warnings had been ignored by the pair, and this had led to the car being targeted. Vaughn had been in the backseat, he had barely been clipped by a single bullet in his left shoulder but Artem hadn’t been as lucky.

He had died at the scene, bleeding out whilst waiting on the paramedics. Vaughn had been cooperative to a point, but eventually, he just screamed at her friend when she had in his eyes failed to get justice for his brother.

It was not always possible to reach a satisfactory end to every case, it had been one of those which slipped through the crack when the leads had all run cold. Morgan remembered that her friend had noted that this had not been her first rodeo with either of the Mikhailov brothers.

“The first time I met them was when I was working the beat, I arrested Artem for soliciting a working girl and Vaughn for dealing. Both of them had rap sheets as long as your arm. It's their mother, I feel for each time one of them ends up in court”

There had been sympathy that lingered as she listened, as it turned out their mother had raised both the boys single-handedly after their father had run off. She had tried her best but they had been drawn into the fast-paced lifestyle of wheeling and dealing. As she watched, the detective informed the woman of her son’s death.

“What is it, Morgan?” Greg asked, noticing that Morgan had not spoken and became transfixed by one of the reports further in. He leaned, to see what she had been reading. It was the list of cars compiled by the plate search. 

“Vaughn Mikhailov,” She said looking up to meet his gaze. Greg’s gaze narrowed perplexed as he did not recognize the name. However, before he could reply, Morgan beat him to the punch.

“It was a drive-by shooting case, I worked a few weeks back and she was the lead detective assigned work to the case alongside me” She started, knowing that she would need to give him more than that if they were going to start to seriously look at him as a potential suspect.

“He and his older brother were targeted after trying to move into another dealer’s turf. His brother died at the scene. He was far from happy with how things went but he had a chip on his shoulder as she had arrested him more than a few times in the past” Once she had finished speaking, Morgan waited for Greg to process the information that had been dumped upon him.

“So he held her responsible for not finding his brother’s killer then. Greg asked, Morgan nodded before one last comment. “He had an axe to grind”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------Tuesday, 4 am

With one hand poised, Nick firmly knocked upon Russell’s closed office door. In a roundabout way, he had expected the text summoning him to the supervisor’s office but not this soon. He had hoped that he would be one way approaching Russell but then again, at least this way soon enough everything would be out in the open.

This was not the way that he had hoped that this conversation would be initiated. He knew that she had already started telling her partner and fellow officers about her boyfriend whenever she had a spare few minutes. She had also scheduled a meeting with HR on the day that she was meant to be returning to work. Nick then would approach Russell around the same time as she would have been seated down with HR. Effectively killing two birds with one stone 

This had always been their plan when things became more serious between the two of them. Multiple discussions had arisen, on when, where and how they approach their collective jobs regarding their romantic relationship and the potential impact on both of their jobs that would need to be addressed and solutions put into place.

She had planned to offer to be moved from Graveyard to Swing or Day if no other compromise could be reached. Where it would be possible for both of them both work the same shift pattern without any issues. Departmental policy had previously torn Sara from the team when her relationship with Grissom came to light, they had wondered how it would have played out for them.

Yes, they were still colleagues working alongside another one, but not under the same direct supervisor. They crossed over for Homicide and Forensic evidence collection and investigation came hand in hand. Without one, you couldn’t have the other.

“Come in” Russell’s voice called from behind the door, bringing Nick back of his thoughts as he pushed the handle and then the door inwardly. “Hey Russell…” He greeted the man sitting behind the desk but what he hadn’t expected was Catherine being in the room, standing off to one side behind Russell.

“Shut the door Nick” Russell continued as he went through the motions of crossing the threshold and closing the door behind him and moved further into the office to stand before the pair staring straight at him.

“I know this is about Detective..” Her name rolled off his tongue, one that had fallen on his lips many times before. “Look, I know that I should have told you..” Nick started to try and explain the position that he had found himself in.

“Nick, I need to know that you’ll be able to recuse yourself if you cross that emotional line where you start to lead your heart, not your head. For as long as you can remain objective then you still work on the case but the moment, that you step over that line. I will remove you and you’ll be treated just like every other significant other or next kin on every other case that had past through this department” Russell spoke with a conviction that could not be ignored or overturned. This was a promise that he would not go back on. 

Nick quickly nodded, happily agreeing with his supervisor’s conclusion. “This will have to be logged with HR and I’ll arrange the meeting shortly”  Russell said before turning to Catherine. “Anything you want to add?” He said, pulling her into the dialogue. Catherine had been quietly observing the short back and forth between the pair.

“Nicky, from here on out, we’ll be watching closer. Please understand, that we want to bring her home as much as you do. Still, we have to follow the rules and ensure there nothing can be challenged further down the line” Her words held a warmth that Nick had felt before, the familial love that had developed and grown over the many years that they had worked together. Once again, Catherine was looking after him, all whilst balancing the integrity of the crime lab and their necessary work on top of that. It was a well-practice balancing act that she had perfected over the last decade.

All it took would be one step in the wrong direction and it would come tumbling back down. That could not happen, no it would not help.

------------------------------------------------------------------------Tuesday 2 am

As the night rolled by, evidence was processed, reviewed and reported, with the new findings and avenues to venture down next added to the ever-growing list.

The one initially weak lead that had cropped up early in the shift strengthened as prints from the scene which had been set running whilst the sun was still up bore fruit. Morgan’s theory now seemed more plausible as the same name popped up once more, this could not just be a coincidence in the name of bad blood. 

Morgan turned to Greg, still trying to wrap her head around this as there were still too many variables that did not make a lick of sense. She could understand the steps taken to enact some twisted form of payback by breaking into the detective’s home and destroying everything that she might hold dear. There were no signs of a struggle, no blood splatter or trail to imply that they had been lying in wait for her to return.

With the crime scene photos laid out on the table between them, this felt much like the pieces of a puzzle waiting to be put together to reveal the image displayed upon the box when a handful of key tiles were missing, creating holes in the image. “This isn’t the primary scene, there is no indication that she ever came back. Two separate indications with one connecting factor, her” Morgan said, churning over the thoughts in her head out loud as she tried to make any sense of it all.

“What do we know about Vaughn Mikhailov, beyond his last arrest report?” Greg started before listing off what had been discovered thus far “His prints are all over this crime scene, his car matches the mark and model spotted on the neighbour's CCTV but why would a dealer break into a cop’s home in broad daylight?” He posed the question to Morgan, the blonde’s face twisted in confusion as she tried to gather together a logical answer but found none. 

“How did he find her address? That’s what bugs me unless he tailed her previously but according to the neighbour’s statement” Morgan replied, fishing out the relevant document from the box on her side of the table and turning to the right page. “That car had never been caught on camera before that day and those cameras had been up for more than six months”

“The only way that we’ll get satisfactory answers is that Vaughn Mikhailov needs to be found and brought in for questioning” Morgan nodded her head in agreement, the two-bit criminal had a lot to answer for.

“Brass put has BOLO out on Mikailov’s car”

-------------------------------------------------------------------------Tuesday, 4:30 am

The blinding flash of blue lights and screeching sirens were not out of place as the convoy of vehicles pulled up in front of the homestead. Its chain link fence had seen better days, half still attached to the poles that marked the edge of the property and the rest lost within the depths of the tall grass that desperately needed cutting. 

The property itself was registered to one Nikolai Mikhailov, the cousin of their prime suspect. It was not out of the ordinary for Vaughn to crash on his cousin’s sofa when his mother threw him out for the third time that week. Officers had called the property in the past, more often than not on matters of public nuisance or disturbance. Nikolai loved to party well into the small hours and was not shy about using violence to silence any complaining neighbours if they dared to call the cops on him.

Detective Captain Jim Brass surveyed the scene from behind the cruiser’s side door and soon found what he was looking for. With the garage door half enough, it was plain to see the car parked within, its license plate matching the suspect’s known vehicle of choice. No lights could be seen from the street as Officers tentatively approached the front door, ready to burst through the door and apprehend whoever was on the other side.

With the fury of valkyries leading the charge, the officers breached through the threshold as calls of LVPD came and went as Jim watched them disappear inside. This had to be it, this had to be the end of the road.

He was not the only one listening in, as the Officers inside cleared the scene. The investigated interest ran through from the bottom straight up to the top. She was one of them

‘419’ The code of a dead body came crackling over the airwaves, a dead body had been discovered. A chill rushed through him as he envisioned the very sight of her lying there, with empty, glazed-over eyes staring up at him as he wondered why.

’It’s not her’ The voice of Officer Mitchell soon followed as Jim released the breath that he hadn’t known he was holding back, then again he wasn’t the only one. Nick stood silently by, with bated breath as Morgan and Greg left with kits in hand. This was their scene now as they had been the ones to discover the connections that led to this.

Hodges stood in the doorway, reading the scene before him. The air was still tense as they all waited for the relief to set in but yet that felt too premature. The lab tech cleared his throat to try and catch Nick’s attention. He watched for a moment then tried a different approach.

“Nick, this was left at Reception for you” Hodges called into the room, as he held out the unstamped manila envelope for the other man to take. Nick Stokes was scrawled across the front in a large and unfamiliar hand. 

Nick frowned, he was not awaiting any post as he took it. “Thanks, man,” He said as he turned it over, inspecting it from every angle. There was nothing about the envelope that stood out, it was a standard A3 office stationery that was stocked by countless suppliers but the question arose of who had sent it.

As he carefully opened the sealed flap and reached inside, Nick quickly found the content. A series of photographs which he slid out. Hodges slid up beside him as he turned over the first which revealed little other than what he already knew to be true.

“Is that…” David questioned at the sight of his friends and colleagues locked in a rather passionate embrace. “Yes,” Nick curtly replied, annoyed at the very prospect that they had been followed and their privacy had been invaded like this as he turned over the next one.

It was the last one that drew a shocked gasp from Hodges, as he shook with a rage that he hadn’t felt for some time. The sight of her bound and unconscious in the boot of an unidentifiable vehicle with the words I WIN STOKES, SHE IS MINE written in bold, block capitals across the top of the image.

Each had focused upon her, she was the object of this maddening desire. A tail had been placed as her routine was documented. He held pride of place in a number of the images, whether he liked it or not.

He was taunting him, this was just his opening move.

[nspired1fanfiction]

Commission for Ichor & Pomegranate

Art by MadBedlam , Fanfic Art

Chapter 3:

"Fortunately, with Marcia's case still being an active investigation, we've been able to keep the church closed. Only the forensic investigator has been in and out of the building since the initial crews came in." He answered as he handed her the crime scene investigation kit. "If we find the pinecone, I'll let you bag it. I want you to make your assessments like you have been."

"Yes, sir," Jill murmured while she studied the contents of the kit before closing it back up.

The double doors to the church were locked and she watched Wesker pull out a set of keys from his pocket before he paused and glanced down at her.

"Did you bring your tension wrenches?" he asked with another cock of his head.

With her mouth dropping open slightly, "Sir, that's a crime." When his eyebrows went up, she quirked her lips, patted a pouch on her belt, and continued, "Of course I did. May I?"

"You may not, Valentine," his tone was colored with amusement when he put the key in the door and pushed it open. "I just wanted to be certain that my little B&E Specialist was adequately prepared."

She smiled at his back from his usage of her previous taunt back in the car and followed him through the threshold.

The tall chandelier hung a good ten feet from the vaulted ceiling and was bright enough to light the rich textures of the following room.

"Beautiful," Jill breathed into the muted atmosphere of the Nave.

Her captain shifted beside her, but he made no comment on the scenery and was instead looking toward a taped off area to the right.

She followed behind him again as he led her down the row of dark walnut pews. Their steps were muffled on the royal red runner carpet. The surrounding floor was made of tile; the polished surface reflected the many angles of the church as they moved.

"The nave, the main room in churches, were always my favorite," she spoke aloud while she followed. "The design was adapted by the early Christian builders from the Roman hall of justice, the basilica. The nave of the early Christian basilica is generally lighted by a row of windows near the ceiling, the clerestory." She pointed even though he wasn't looking back at her.

"You seem to have a continuous religious theme about you. A passion you follow through on Sundays perhaps?" her captain responded after a moment.

They both came to a stop where the crime scene tape marked the beginning of the tracking site.

"No." she winced when her response came out somewhat harshly. "Frankly, I find the levels of fanaticism... worrying; the spoken word of gospel calls for a lot of unnecessary violence. I've seen groups of people cling to some atrocious things in the name of God. Whether I believe or not is my secret, but I do not attend church."

"Yet, you find yourself clinging to the written word of a polytheistic religion." He lifted the tape and motioned for her to step through.

"And what of you, captain? Do you prefer the stories of the gods, one god, or none at all?" She held the tape for him while he stepped through next.

"I believe in knowing them all."

Jill tilted her head up at him and was somewhat pleased for a little more detail, even if it was rather vague.

"For what purpose?" she asked curiously.

"Stories have always been man's easiest weapon." He removed his glasses and set them carefully into his breast pouch on his vest before jutting his chin toward the stained-glass window on their right. "That was the original purpose for windows like these. To teach the gospel to those who couldn't read. What better power than to teach belief, Valentine?"

Grabbing the CSI kit from his hand, Jill pondered the thought while she cracked open the box and handed him gloves before she carefully donned her own.

The silence rang out and Jill wasn't sure he expected an answer from her. He turned from her then and began to move to where they had noted the pinecone in the picture that hung over to their right.

Stooping low, she watched his tall form lower to a crouch as he glanced beneath the pew in the front portion of the corner space.

"You'll need to grab it from your side; it's still here. Are you capable of bagging this on your own?"

Jill glanced over to see him holding out the tweezers to her. Once more, she met his challenging stare before her gloved fingers wrapped around the tweezers and pulled the instrument from him.

"I haven't let you down yet," she murmured and turned for the task.

"Indeed," he said quietly, now behind her when she carefully knelt on her side of the pew and gazed under the wood.

[ilkkawhat]

@vicarious-rebel tagged me today and @solid-six tagged me in a similar one like....over two weeks ago which just reminded me to do it 😅😅😅 I just combined the two lol

Favorite color:  Purple! 💜

Last song:  Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks

Currently reading:  House of Leaves....still.....over a year later 😅😅

Currently watching:  King of the Hill

Currently craving:  The salty fried potatoes that are sitting in a pan waiting to be devoured by me (but I am waiting for the pork chop that goes with it to be done)

Current Obsession: RemedyVerse / Ilkka Vili

Currently Working On: Alan Wake and Sorjonen WIPs and might even fuck around with some of the multitude of CSI ones some day (I did start a new one while I was inactive shortly after I played the Alan Wake 1 DLCs, and did work on another unpublished one.) Also got some ideas for AW gifsets jotted down that might require me to go get some game footage

Coffee or tea: Coffee!

Last song I sang out loud: Uhm. Either Herald of Darkness or some Hozier or Bastille song...legit can't remember?? if under breath singing counts I did do that for a few songs today at work with the last one being Lost at Sea if I remember correctly (man my memory sucks)

Sweet, Savory, or Sour: Savory/Sour

Last Movie: The Lighthouse (for the like tenth time lol)

Favorite chip flavor:  Boulder has these avocado oil salt and pepper chips that I really like, other than that I'm usually an Original Salty girl

Last book I opened: Probably one of the lighthouse related books I picked up in Door County while I was browsing

Earbuds vs. headphones vs. nothing:  Headphones tbh...something about earbuds I just don't seem to like? But when I do wear them I prefer the corded ones mainly cause I just worry about them falling out of my ear.

Last place I went to other than home:  Work 😭

A color that looks good on me: Probably black since it's a bit slimming...I'm pretty sure I've been told purple has been as well as some earthy tones.

Last trailer I saw: The Dexter Resurrection trailer

My username origin: one of my personal favorite, funniest lines in the Remedy Universe

[cult-of-lilith]

when you say csi men don't interact does that mean no sweet & supportive asks or just attempts to be friends in a non-creepy way? I'm sorry if that's a dumb or rude question :(

I don't want cis men even looking at my blog preferably. Don't like, reblog, reply, ask, dm, follow, ext. Transition or leave