#buddie are married at this point. (wink wink. bucks ring. wink)

[mustasekittens]

congratulations christopher!

self indulgent near-future in which when christopher graduates high school buck n eddie take hiim to hawaii to celebrate and they all have a nice vacation over here. friend n i were brainrotting it a bit and we decided buck definitely hyperfixated on hawaii and stuff (history, nature, geography, mythology, etc)

[dangerpronebuddie]

Kiss Me Once Cause You Know I Had A Long Night 18/?

61. Surprising your lover from behind, smacking a kiss on their cheek

Summary:

How could one damn kiss ruin Christmas?

Maybe Chim was being dramatic. Probably.

(Merry Christmas!)

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How could one damn kiss ruin Christmas?

Maybe Chim was being dramatic. Probably.

...

Okay, definitely.

But he was sure he was going to win! He'd overheard Buck telling Maddie about finally getting the courage to confess to Eddie before Christmas, so Chim placed yet another bet and put his timeline down as By Christmas Morning.

He was beyond excited when he walked into shift on the 24th. He could just imagine himself making snow angels in the pile of money he was going to get his hands on.

Hen and Eddie were already dressed and standing in the bay, discussing what Chris and Denny had to look forward to the next morning. Chim stopped to see if he could gauge if anything was different about Eddie. He was no Buck, but he could read the man pretty well.

"Anything you're excited for tomorrow, Eddie?" Chim asked.

"Watching Chris tear into his presents is the best part for me," Eddie said with a bright smile.

Buck came up behind Eddie and smacked a kiss to his cheek. "That's only because you already got your present," he smirked.

Chim's eyes widened.

"And I'm not about to exchange it," Eddie said, turning to kiss Buck, like they were an old married couple.

Yes!

Sweet, sweet victory!

Hen gripped Chim's arm with a gasp. "I had Christmas Eve!" she declared.

They shared a look before sprinting straight to Bobby's office.

"Cap!" they yelled in unison. They reached the doorway at the same time, wedging themselves in the doorframe. Hen wriggled free first, but only because she kicked the back of Chim's knee, the menace.

"I win!" she declared.

Bobby raised his eyebrows. "Win what?"

"The Buddie Bet," Hen panted. "I win."

"Cap, we both saw it at the same time," Chim protested. "And it's technically the same day!"

"Sorry guys," Bobby sighed. "The bet already ended before you got here."

"Then who won?" Hen frowned.

A wide grin slowly spread across Bobby's face.

"Cap?!" Chim cried.

"I saw them in Buck's Jeep as I was walking in," Bobby shrugged.

"Wait, wait," Hen said, holding up a hand. "Definitive proof, Cap. How can you get that through a car window?"

Chim pointed to Hen in agreement.

"I also saw them in the locker room. And when they dropped in to sign their paperwork," Bobby said.

Hen groaned like she was about to die.

"Okay. Okay, new bet," Chim declared. There was no way he was letting a thousand dollars slip through his fingers. "I bet they'll get married before next September."

"Um... you might want to bring that up with them," Bobby winced.

"Bring what up?"

Chim whirled around at the sound of Buck's cheerful voice. He and Eddie stood in the doorway, their fingers laced together. Chim just knew they were going to be disgustingly cute when they got together. He was right.

"Hen thinks you two are gonna get-"

Chim froze as his gaze focused on Buck's left hand. A navy blue silicone band rested on his ring finger.

"What the hell did you two do yesterday?" Hen squawked.

"Had a first date, a few other firsts, Buck proposed, and we got married," Eddie listed off, absolutely glowing with happiness. Chim would be ecstatic to see him so blissfully happy, but he was too busy wallowing in self pity about losing.

"Not exactly in that order though," Buck added.

Eddie nodded in agreement. "If I remember right, the proposal came first."

Buck hummed and pressed a kiss to Eddie's temple.

"What are we supposed to lose our money on now?" Chim huffed.

Buck shrugged. "You could always try and figure out who made the first move." He winked at Eddie and the newlyweds wandered off.

[harvestleaves]

Take Me to Texas- Chapter 1

Summary: This fic is in collaboration with @tarlosbuddie and is based on this gif set, so you might recognize some of the quotes from there as well as the chapter titles.  Eddie was friends with Mateo when he started in the Fire Academy before he transferred out to LA.  Owen, hearing all the great things about Eddie from Mateo, keeps trying to recruit him to the 126, but there’s just one problem...Eddie won’t leave Buck behind.

A/N: Thank you again so much to @tarlosbuddie​ for creating the amazing gifs that have inspired this first chapter and for collaborating with me.  You can also read this on Ao3 here.  I hope you all enjoy!

Rating: G

Word Count: 2,164

It was an innocent mix up, one that happened at least five times a week in their house.  Buck and Eddie had almost identical phones, and they both had photos of Christopher as their wallpaper, so the fact that he’d grabbed the wrong phone wasn’t new to Buck as he answered the phone on his break, the caller on the other side from Austin, asking for Mr. Diaz.

“Ummm.  I’m not Mr. Diaz.   This is Evan Buckley, I must’ve grabbed the wrong phone this morning.  Can I ask who’s calling so I can give Eddie a message?”

“Just tell him that Owen Strand called, he’ll know what this is about Mr. Buckley.  Have a great day.”

Buck frowned down at the phone as the receiver clicked on the other side.  He knew that Eddie still had friends and family back in Texas, but the name Owen Strand wasn’t ringing any bells from any of the previous conversations with his boyfriend.

Choosing not to dwell on it, for the time being, Buck headed up the stairs to help Bobby make dinner, wondering how Eddie was doing with Chris at home, the kid coming off of the tail end of a cold.

The end of Buck’s shift came surprisingly quickly after that a few hours later, no major calls disrupting the team’s dinner.

When he walked into Eddie’s house at 9 that night, he dropped his bag into Eddie’s room before following the sound of Eddie’s voice down the hall to Chris’ room.  Smiling at the scene of Eddie singing a lullaby softly to Christopher in Spanish, Buck leaned against the doorway until Eddie turned off the light next to the bed before heading to the kitchen, Eddie following.

“Hey,” Eddie smiled once they made it into the kitchen, pressing a kiss to Buck’s lips.

“Hey, babe.  How was Chris?  I feel bad I wasn’t home for him today,” Buck sighed with a pout as he handed Eddie a bottle of beer from the fridge.

“He’s good, his fever broke this morning, so he should be ready to go back to school in a few days.  He missed you though.  How was work?  Any interesting calls?”

“That’s great!  Work was okay, no interesting work calls.  I accidentally grabbed your phone this morning though, and you got a call from some guy named Owen Strand?  He told me to tell you he called and that you’d know what he was calling about,” Buck explained, his eyebrows scrunching up in confusion a he took a sip of his beer.

“Damnit.  I told him to stop calling because I’m not interested in leaving LA.”

“Wait, he offered you a job?”

“Yeah, one of my buddies from the academy before I transferred out here to LA now works in Austin and this hot shot captain from New York has taken over the 126, he keeps trying to recruit me.  I mean, the pay and benefits would be amazing for helping Christopher, but...”

Eddie trailed off with a frown as he stared down at the bottle in his hands.

“But what?  This sounds like an amazing opportunity babe.  Your parents just moved back to Austin from El Paso too, right?  I know they really miss you, and Chris,” Buck smiled, watching Eddie’s face curiously for a change in expression.  “What’s the problem?”

“I’m not leaving you here though, not after what happened with you and Abby.”

“That’s just it though Eddie, you’re not Abby.  I know that you would never leave me.  Plus, you didn’t even ask me if I’d be interested in moving for you.  With you,” Buck stated as he reached out to take Eddie’s hand, squeezing it lightly as he took a step forward.

“Wait, what?  But Maddie is here, and everyone at the 118.  You can’t possibly be okay with leaving them, they’re your family.  And I can’t ask that of you,” Eddie whispered as he looked up at Buck, blinking back tears.

“You’re right, they are my family.  But you and Chris?  You’re also my family.  You’re the family I want to spend the rest of my life with.  I want us to get married someday, maybe have another kid.  If we’re thinking long-term, it might not be a bad idea to live near your parents, especially in our line of work,” Buck explained, setting his bottle down before he cupped Eddie’s cheek in his slightly cold hand, wiping away a tear that had rolled down his boyfriend’s cheek.

“You’d really do that?” Eddie asked in surprise before he pressed a kiss to Buck’s lips, more in love with his boyfriend purely by his selfless actions.

“Let's take a few days, let you think it through, and then you can call Captain Strand on Saturday with your decision.  We should probably head to bed soon though, your mom also texted, we have to pick your parents up tomorrow morning at 9 from LAX.  And I definitely want to take advantage of our alone time until morning,” Buck teased, lightly nibbling on Eddie’s bottom lip before dragging him to the bedroom.

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Seven o’clock the next morning came way too early for Buck and he groaned as the alarm went off, rolling over to hug Eddie, though he let out a whimper when Eddie wasn’t still laying next to him.

“Wake up sleeping beauty.  I brought you coffee,” Eddie said from the doorway as he held two mugs, a smile tugging on his lips as he watched Buck tug the blanket over his head, cherishing a few more minutes of sleep.

“No.  Don’t wanna,” Buck whined as he peeked out from under the covers, his blue eyes still hazy from exhaustion.

Eddie stepped towards the bed and set the mugs on the side table before running his fingers soothingly through Buck’s hair as he sat down near his boyfriend’s legs.

“Sorry babe, but you’ve got to get up.  Chris is downstairs eating breakfast and I want us to be on the road by eight.”

“I hate it when you’re the responsible one,” Buck groaned as he moved to sit up, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s lips before he took his mug of coffee.

“Someone has to be because you and I both know it’s not going to be you,” Eddie teased as he moved out of the way from the pillow that Buck tried to throw at his head.

“Oh shut up,” Buck rolled his eyes as he took a drink of his coffee, though he couldn’t deny that his boyfriend was right.  “

“I’m gonna get a shower and meet you downstairs.”

“Hey, superman.  Feeling better today?” Buck asked Chris as he walked into the kitchen with his empty mug, dropping a kiss onto the top of his head when Christopher nodded before turning to Eddie and sharing a kiss with him.

“Eat your cereal before it gets soggy.”

“Yes sir,” Buck grinned with a mock salute before chowing down on his breakfast before the three made their way to the airport.

“Mama, over here!” Eddie called out from where he, Buck, and Christopher stood next to Buck’s jeep, waving his parents over with a smile.

“Grandma, grandpa!” Chris called out in excitement from his spot next to Buck, practically radiating positive energy at the sight of his grandparents.

Buck knew at that moment that moving was going to be the right thing for Christopher.  The only issue now?  Convincing Eddie.

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That afternoon, they were out on the back porch of Eddie’s Aunt Josephine’s house, Helena smiling over to where Chris was flying a kite with his grandfather before she turned to Buck and Eddie, taking a sip of her sweet tea.

“Eddie, I think we should do it, I’m sure your family misses you.”

“Evan is right Edmundo, we do,” Helena nodded before winking over at Buck, the two having hit it off ever since they met a few months back.

“I know mama, but Buck is my family too, I can’t just leave him,” Eddie sighed, hoping that his mom would understand his reasoning behind turning down Owen.

“Listen, you and I both know that Maddie and I didn’t have the best relationship with our parents.  But you could...in Texas.  I would hope that by now you’d know that I would do anything on this earth for you, for our family,” Buck explained as he leaned towards Eddie.

“I know,” Eddie sighed heavily before looking up when his aunt announced it was time for dinner.

That evening, after Christopher was back in bed for the night, Eddie crawled into bed with Buck, too exhausted to want to stay up and watch a movie.

“You know that I meant what I said to your parents today, right?  I think we should move closer to them,” Buck said as he pulled Eddie close, running his fingers gently over the other man’s back.

“You have family here too though, what about Maddie?”

“I’m sure Maddie will understand, she moved across the country to start her new life after Doug.  I’m sure she expects us to move at some point too.”

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By Friday, Buck knew that he wanted to move to Austin with Eddie and Chris, but there was just one last issue of leaving Maddie behind.  The last time one of them had left, they hadn’t seen each other for years, and Buck didn’t want to break up the best relationship he’d had with his sister in a while.

He and Eddie were at Maddie and Chimney’s for dinner while Eddie’s parents took Christopher out to the movies, giving the two time to talk to Buck’s sister.

“So, what do you think of the idea of Eddie and I moving away?  He got this amazing job offer.  But it’s in Austin, Texas,” Buck broke the news to Maddie and Chimney over glasses of wine.

“Buck, Maddie and I have our own lives here, it’s time for you and Eddie to do the same.  You two deserve to settle down, grow your family,” Chimney smiled as he took Maddie’s hand, knowing how happy he was with his girlfriend and he wanted Buck and Eddie to have that same happiness, no matter where they chose to live.

“Evan, I love you, but Howie’s right.  You two need to do what’s best for you and your family, and I think...that that is for you two to go to Texas.  Plus, I’m only a call away and we can come to visit once you get settled.  You deserve happiness too,” Maddie smiled as she squeezed Chimney’s hand, happy to see that her reckless little brother was finally ready to move into the next chapter of his life.

“I suppose we could make it work.  Chris really misses his grandparents, and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss my sisters,” Eddie sighed before he turned and took Buck’s hand.  “We’re moving to Austin.  Chris is gonna be thrilled,” he laughed before turning to Chimney and Maddie.

“Thank you so much.  I know how much your opinion matters to Buck.  To both of us.  You and my sisters are going to be inseparable when you meet them.”

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The next morning, Eddie was out on the porch with his coffee, staring at his phone before he hit the call button for Owen Strand.

“This is Owen Strand.”

“Captain Strand?  This is Eddie Diaz.  You win, I’m coming to Austin.  When would you like me and my family down there?”

“Is next month alright?  If I may ask you, what changed your mind finally?”

“Next month is perfect, I’ll take a few days off here and fly there to go house hunting with my family.  And my boyfriend changed my mind, he’s the most selfless man I know.”

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Three weeks later, the 118 was quieter then it had been in a while as Hen brought in the goodbye cake for Buck and Eddie.

“I’m actually going to miss those two.  What do you think life here is gonna be like without Buck pulling some crazy stunt?” she asked Bobby curiously as she turned to look at him, a wry smile appearing on her face as his eyes were hooked on Buck, the kid that ended up becoming like a son to him.

Bobby had watched the kid grow for the last five years, and he never thought he’d see the day Buck’s head was screwed on the right way.  But now, here he was, watching his kid leave the nest, with his other family, and Bobby couldn’t be more proud.

Buck had finally grown up, but Austin had no clue what was headed their way.  With not one, but two, of the most reckless firefighters he knew entering their city, he had no doubt that Austin was about to be in the best hands possible.

“It’s gonna be a hell of a lot quieter, that’s for sure.  But I think we’re gonna be just fine Hen.  Now, let’s go tell our boys goodbye.”

[stydiaeverafter]

"Please don’t make me choose.”- Buck to Eddie, when Eddie forces Buck to pick between a churro and mickey mouse ice cream during their first trip to Disneyland as a birthday gift to Christopher.

First of all, I feel like you know me because this is the best prompt EVER! I am a huge Disneyland fan. My own love came out in this one (especially when it comes to the delicious treats)! This is just perfect, thank you for the prompt! Enjoy! ❤️

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When you wish upon a star  ���

Buck felt like a kid in a candy shop, which was ironic because he was literally standing in a candy shop. And not just any candy shop, but one in Disneyland! So feeling like a kid was accurate when you were at the Happiest Place on Earth. 

This was his first time to Disneyland, even though he was a grown-ass man. 

Buck and Eddie had the idea to do something special for Christopher’s 10th birthday. Eddie had never been either, and truthfully the guy had said he didn’t get the appeal. 

He was one of those “why would I want to wait in long lines for a 10-second ride” kinds of people, and Buck was going to do everything in his power to get his boyfriend to enjoy this trip. 

Truthfully, it was their first trip altogether, and Buck wanted it to be special. 

Luckily, they were able to cut most of the lines, even though Chris said he’d be fine waiting. But it was so hot outside and he didn’t want his little buddy getting a heatstroke. Chris got to wear a Birthday Pin, and all of the workers and characters said Happy Birthday! 

The picture he got with Mickey was absolutely adorable, and Buck knew he’d be framing that the moment they got home. 

Christopher’s favorite ride was Pirates of the Caribbean because he loved seeing the world below the big water drop. Eddie’s favorite ride was Indiana Jones, and this reminded Buck to keep that in his mind, so he could have Eddie dress up as Indy later on for his own enjoyment. And Buck’s favorite ride was Space Mountain, because who wouldn’t like a roller coaster in the dark with stars? 

They all had to admit that the food was out of this world, but Buck was indecisive and wanted it all. 

“C’mon, Buck, you need to make a decision here,” Eddie mumbled as he downed his water sitting on the bench by Splash Mountain. “Our Fast Pass is almost up, and we’ve been waiting all day for this ride.”

“I can’t wait!” Chris said excitedly as he watched the people come crashing down the water hill, screaming with laughter. 

Was Eddie kidding? A choice between a churro and a Micky Mouse Ice-Cream Bar...impossible. 

“Please don’t make me choose!” 

“Babe, you can get another one later,” Eddie replied with a smirk. “It shouldn’t be this difficult.” 

Buck looked over at Christopher, “Buddy, which one would you get?” 

“The popcorn!”

“Wha...No, no, between the churro and the Mickey bar?” 

Christopher shrugged with a smile and went back to watching the people as the water sprayed up high in the air. 

Eddie laughed as he pushed a hand through his hair, “You’re such a big kid.” 

“Admit it, it’s why you fell for me.” 

“One of the reasons,” Eddie winked with a grin. Buck wanted nothing more at that moment to kiss his boyfriend. But a treat was needed. Standing up, Eddie comes up to him and puts his arms around Buck’s waist, “Are you in the mood for something sweet...or something that will send a shiver down your spine.” 

Eddie’s finger trails down Buck’s back and he smirks. Whispering, he leans in closer to his man, “You know...this is a kid’s place.” 

Motioning to his son, who wasn’t paying any attention to the two of them, shrugged, “Your point being?”

Buck smiled and pressed his lips to Eddie’s. He loved that he could always be himself around Eddie, even when he was acting like a dork over Disneyland treats. “I think I’ll take the chill, as long as you promise to warm me up after?” 

Eddie whispers in his ear, “It would be my pleasure, babe. Besides this heat today, you shouldn’t have a problem with that!” Eddie pulls away and claps his hand, “Ladies and gentlemen, he’s made a decision!” 

Christopher laughs and pats Buck on the leg. He loves his boys.

Buck goes up to order and freezes, “Wait... you have jalapeno cheese pretzels?” 

From behind him, Eddie and Christopher groan. 

***

Buck’s new favorite ride was Splash Mountain, and he was literally soaked, yet Eddie had barely gotten a little splash his way. 

They took pictures in front of the castle with Buck insisting Eddie wear the Mouse Ears alongside himself and Christopher. 

As they were watching the parade on Main Street, Christopher grabbed Buck and Eddie’s hands and said, “Thank you for the best birthday ever!” 

Eddie smiled and kissed his son’s head, “Of course, anything for you.” 

Buck nodded, “I”m just happy the two of you let me come along!”

Christopher looked at him with a big toothy grin, “I wouldn’t go anywhere without you, Buck. You’re my best friend.” He hugged Buck tightly and Buck couldn’t ignore the tears filling his eyes. 

Eddie rubbed his back gently, knowing what that meant to him. 

Eating at Down Town Disney, they had laughs and Buck was feeling a bit tipsy as he drank his margarita. Eddie just shook his head with a smirk as he drank his beer. 

They made sure they returned in time for the fireworks. Eddie took Christopher to the bathroom, as Buck walked around the castle, the night sky full of stars above. He looked at his reflection in the water and moved to the Wishing Well at the side of the castle. Taking a coin out, he closed his eyes and made a wish. Let us always be a family. 

The trip wasn’t just for Christopher, it had been for him as well. 

This addition was the family he always dreamed of. He was so in love with Eddie, feeling free at last. He had found his soulmate. And Chris, well, that little boy had imprinted his heart, long ago. He already felt like his other father, and it was an honor to do so. 

“There you are,” he heard Eddie say. “We couldn’t find you.” 

“Just had to make a wish,” Buck replied as he kissed Eddie’s cheek. 

Eddie didn’t say anything, instead, he looked at Christopher who gave his father a nod and a thumbs up.

The next thing Buck knew, Eddie was getting down on one knee. 

Oh my God...was this actually happening?

“Maybe it’s sudden, but the moment I met you, Evan Buckley, I knew you were my person. I fell for you in ways I didn’t know imaginable. But then I saw you with Christopher and I knew what I was feeling… love. I fell in love with you and I’ve never stopped loving you since. Please, join our family and be ours forever. Will you marry me?” 

Buck realized he was crying as Eddie pulled out a beautiful golden band. “Yes, yes of course!” 

Christopher clapped and cheered, as bystanders also joined in. 

Eddie got up and kissed Buck. They held each other tightly, wiping away their loving tears. Eddie slid the ring on, and that was when he finally felt complete. 

“I love you,” Buck said as he stroked Eddie’s face. “I love you so much.”

Eddie wiped under his eyes and touched his forehead to Buck’s, “I love you, too. Always.” 

They looked at Christopher and held their arms open. He ran to them and they swooped him up. 

“Did you help your dad plan this?” When Chris nodded, Buck held him tightly. “Love you, buddy.”

“I love you, too, dad!” Chris said with a sweet smile. Dad. The tears flowed once more. “Oh, I got you this.” The little boy held out a churro; this truly was a moment he would never forget. 

“I can always count on you, Chris,” he said, as he took a big bite and shared it with his now official son. 

Right on cue, the fireworks lit the sky brilliantly. The rainbow of their love embracing them with light. This was worth the journey. Buck carefully lifted Christopher on his shoulders as Eddie moved in close.

Buck turned to look at Eddie, his eyes full of love. “You know, Walt Disney was right about this place.”

“How so?” Eddie asked with a beautiful smile as he hovered closer to Buck’s lips. 

Buck’s fingers intertwined Buck’s fingers and he smiled pressing his lips to his fiancé’s, “Dreams do come true.”

[nomadstevergxrs]

Bones (A Marvel AU)

Characters: Steve Rogers, Female Reader, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Peter Parker, Tony Stark & Loki Laufayson 

Warnings: Language

Pairings: None. (Eventual Steve Rogers x Female Reader)

Summary: You are a forensic anthropologist working for the Smithsonian Institute in Washington D.C. when you and your team get recruited by the FBI to aid one of their top field agents, Special Agent Steve Rogers. Together, along with your colleagues/friends you put faces on the voiceless and throw the bad guys where they belong.

Author’s Note: So this is my first Marvel AU series and I’m quite nervous on how this is going to turn out. The series is going to be based on the TV show Bones and since the show is 12 seasons long I’m just going to base the series on some of my favorite episodes including the series finale coming out in the upcoming weeks. I only hope I do it justice. I want to thank @mrs-squirrel-chester for convincing me into writing this and for not only being as awesome beta but because she also made this kick-ass edit above. 

Catch up here!

Chapter Two (Part Two): The Woman in the Sand

Steve and you drove down the long stretch of asphalt for a half hour, nothing but cacti and sand whipping past you. You thought back to that Skype call from earlier and that exchange between him and Natasha.

 “So…” you began to say, grabbing your partner’s attention, giving you a quizzical expression. “Are you and Nat a thing?”

 Confused, he turned to you. “What?”

 “What?” you mocked. “You know what I’m talking about Steven,” you snickered after using his first name.

 He rolled his eyes at you in annoyance. “Don’t call me Steven.”

 “Then don’t call me Bones, you shot back with a snarl.

 “Anyways, there’s nothing going on between Nat and I,” he assured.

 You laughed in his face. “Yeah, right and I’m Ghandi.”

 “You know for a squint, you’re not that smart,” Steve muttered.

 “Heads up, Rogers. Victim’s house is up on the right.” You pointed at the trailer park that was on your side, completely changing the subject.

 “And here I thought she left me,” The victim’s husband, Donald reacted solemnly after Steve told him that his wife’s body was found.

 “Now why would she do that, Don?” Steve asked, taking a seat next to you.

 “I - I got laid off a couple of months ago.” Donald ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous tick you happened to assess. “Poor Billie. She hated seeing me sitting around the house all day, depressed.”

 “Drinking?” You rose an eyebrow at the husband.

 “Punching walls?” Steve added, to the skepticism you both had.

 Donald’s eyes quickly averted to his hand, then back at you. “No. I..I just fell of a ladder,” Donald sputtered.

 “Breaking a fall like that would fracture distal radius, not proximal phalanges,” you noted aloud, quickly calling out his lie.

 “My what?” he asked in confusion.

 “She means that the fall would break your wrist,” Steve clarified.  “Not your thumb.”

 “Anyways, listen. I got my hands on a police record that says your neighbors heard you screaming at your wife three weeks ago,” Steve mused, pulling the report from his back pocket.

 “No. Just arguing. See Billie wanted to help out, she thought she could bring in some money, you know, the exotic kind. I kind of flipped out,” Donald tried to explain to you both.

 “And then you broke your thumb against your wife's face?” you ground out through your teeth.

 “No!” Donald got up from where he was sitting.  “Look, I could never hurt Billie. Okay?” He gave you both a look, pleading for you to believe him.

 “Then how did she lose her hearing?” You still questioned him, damn sure that he was the reason behind her injury.

 “I don't know.” He shrugged his shoulders.  “She was a kid playing sports. One to many soccer balls against the head?”

 “Oh, please,” you replied, unable to keep from rolling your eyes.

 Steve got up as well and pulled out a pair of handcuffs from the waistband of his jeans. “Listen Don, you're my number one suspect so it would be wise if you're straight with us,” he warned

 “Implants,” Donald shouted, putting his hands out in front of him.

 Both you and Steve looked at each other, then back at Donald before Steve spoke up, “Implants?”

  After talking to the victim’s husband, you and Steve found out that Donald had taken a loan of 8 thousand dollars from a loan shark to pay for his wife’s breast implants. Needless to say, Don didn’t have the money by the time the loan shark came to collect; it earned Donald a broken thumb.

 “Laufeyson,” Steve spoke into the phone as you drove. “Yeah, that's right. Loki Laufeyson. Send his information to my cell as soon as you can,” Steve ordered before hanging up.

 “We got the shark in our system,” Steve said turning towards you.

 “Well, proving at least that he exists,” you replied absentmindedly, still looking at the road in front of you.

 “Ya know, Don's story might seem a little off, but just try to keep an open mind,” Steve said cautiously.

 You snorted loudly. “An open mind to what? All those soccer balls to the head?”

 “I'm just not sold on the whole domestic abuse thing, alright. A scrawny guy like that-” Steve tried to say before you interrupted him.

 “Rage has nothing to do with size.”

 Steve sighed. “I know that Bones, It's just…” He took a moment to think about what he was going to say.  “I look into the guy’s eyes and I just didn't see it.”

 “Okay, but what about the implants Donald mentioned?” you asked, foot gently pressing  down on the gas pedal as the traffic light turned green. “if she'd gotten them they would have been a part of her remains.”

 “True,” Steve replied. “But, what if she used the money for something else?” He let out a chuckle as he pulled his phone back out, and handed his phone to you with a picture of a man about your age with long raven colored hair and pale skin. “And hopefully that guy will be able to tell us what it was.”

  Entering the Tangiers Casino, you were blown away by the amount of people gambling their money away.

 You heard Steve take in a deep breath. “Ahhh, I love the sound of winning.” You looked up at your partner and gave him a quizzical expression.

 He let out a laugh and shook his head. “Sorry, it just reminds me of my first time in Vegas,” he explained. “Fresh out of the army, I walked into the Desert Inn with 35 bucks in my pocket. Walked out with a cool 10 grand,” he recalled, dropping his smile a moment later. “The next night, I lost everything. Tapped out my ATM trying to get it back.”

 You looked towards the end of the casino and found the man you were looking for. At the end of the bar, there sat the man with pale skin and long, flowing, raven colored hair, sipping from his glass of scotch while eyeing everyone there like a predator stalking his potential prey.

 “Hey. There's our loan shark, let's go!” You almost shouted, taking a hold of Steve’s wrist, but he wouldn’t budge.

 “Okay, you stay here. I know how to talk to these guys,” Steve replied, pulling you behind him and giving you a do what I say look.

 Not wanting to argue, you conceded. “Fine. What do I do then?” you asked.

 “Well you’re a forensic anthropologist, doll. Observe the culture.” He shot you a wink and left you alone.

 Steve grabbed a beer bottle from a platter one of the waitresses was holding and chugged it, then ruffled his hair to make it look messy.

 “Loki Laufeyson,” Steve said, sitting down in the barstool next to the loan shark. “Don't I owe you money?”

Irritated at the new arrival, Loki turned in his stool to face the man. “I’m afraid you have me confused with someone else,” he said, British accent thick on his tongue.

 “I don't think I do.” Steve chuckled. “You see my buddy, Don Morgan, he introduced us. 30. Scrawny guy. Broken thumb.”

 “Do I need to call security?” Asked Loki through gritted teeth.

 “You know what, pal?” Steve asked, smirking slyly as he yanked his badge out and slapped it onto the bar. “That’s a great idea. And hey, while you’re at it, maybe you can tell me what you did to Don and just maybe how his wife ended up dead.”

 Defeated, he spoke, “Look, The guy owed me money. He neglected to pay and he fell of a ladder.” He looked down at his glass, watching as the ice spun in the amber liquid. “Instant karma.”

 “Instant karma. That's going to get you every time, isn't it?” Steve mused.  “What about his wife, Billie Morgan?” Steve asked, pulling a photo of the victim out of his coat pocket and placed it on the table. “She have instant karma too?”

 Loki glanced at the photo quickly. “I didn't even know he was married.”

 “How about the name Mason Roberts?” Steve asked, frustration eating at him. “I'm sure that rings a bell.”

 He snorted. “Whispers on the strip is that you finally found him.” Loki downed the rest of his drink. “Congratulations, now leave me alone.”

 “If you know more than what you're saying, I'm gonna find out eventually,” Steve warned.

 The loan shark laughed in your partner’s face. “Do I look worried?” The look on Steve’s face, made Loki stop short. “I'm a businessman. What are you harassing me for?”

 “Ah, ya know. I don’t like bullies,”Steve said simply as he swiped Loki’s third drink. “Thanks for the drink, pal.”

 He turned on his heel and left, walking through the vast amount of people playing coin slot machines until he spotted you on the main floor, smiling from ear to ear, playing blackjack. He chuckled to himself while watching you win hand after hand.

 “Nineteen's a winner,” announced the blackjack dealer as he handed you what amounted to be three thousand dollars in chips.

 “Yes!” you celebrated to yourself gathering the chips for yourself. “Come. To. Mama.”

 Steve looked past the dealer and noticed two tall and burly pit bosses flanking over to you.

They think she’s counting cards, he thought to himself.

 “Hey Bones!” Steve shouted, making his way over to you.

 “Oh, hey Rogers,” you answered, taking a sip of your champagne. That’s when you noticed two big and burly men coming toward you.

 You spun around in your stool to face them. “Fellas,” you greeted simply.

 One of them grabbed you by the elbow. “Ma’am, I’m going to need you t-”

 He was quickly cut off by your partner. Steve took hold of your other elbow and swiftly pulled you away from the pit bosses. “We were just about to leave.”

 “Come on,” he whispered in your ear, dragging you out of the casino.

  Back in D.C, Nat stood over the platform examining the body of Billie Morgan when suddenly Tony barged in holding a tray. “Aegialia concinna!”

 “Excuse me?” Nat asked looking up from her microscope.

 “They’re Scarab Beetles,” Tony corrected himself and placed the beetle under the microscope that connected to the monitor. “They came from the soil around Billie Morgan. These adults feed on putrefied organic matter. Or in this case, Billie. As a result they suffered unusually short life spasms,” he went on to explain.

 “From ingesting Billie's flesh?” Natasha asked, looking at the monitor.

 “More likely the powerful glucocorticoid in her system,” he answered. “However, I've yet to isolate which one specifically.”

 “Be sure to notify Doctor Y/L/N when you do,” Nat ordered. She then turned to Peter as he walked up the steps and onto the platform.

 “Mr. Parker, any specifics on the bat used to kill Roberts yet?” she gruffly asked.

 “Here's a replica,” Peter said, handing a bat to Natasha. “Louisville Slugger with a 3 inch diameter weighing about 27 ounces.”

 “You think the mob would come up with less clichéd ways to whack people,” Tony mused aloud, taking a few steps away from his boss.

 “Hang on, there’s something else,” Peter muttered as he grabbed the camera and placed it at the beginning of the spine. “Staining on Roberts’ cranium indicates seepage to the cervical spine.” He pointed the monitor. “So somehow blood from his head, got down to his neck.”

 “Vertebra C7,” Natasha said as she looked at the monitor. “Are those cut marks?” She asked, squinting her eyes when she noticed some nicks on the bone.

 “His throat got cut?” asked Peter.

 “Looks like it,” Tony replied after taking a look for himself. He turned to Natasha and asked,“Did you find a specific cause of death on Billie Morgan yet?”

 She grabbed the tablet and tapped on the screen, making the monitor switch from camera to a picture of the victim’s x-rays. “She displays a hemothorax in her left lung,” Natasha answered his question, pointing at the hole in the victim’s lung. “Between pre-existing injuries and the new ones, poor girl never had a chance.”

  Sitting out on the balcony with Steve, you listened to Peter and the rest of your colleagues as they talked about the findings on Roberts and Morgan.

 “Take a closer look at the stress markers to her sternum, Pete. They strike you as unusual?” you asked, taking a sip of your beer bottle.

 “Well, they do seem more the result over repetitive medium impact manual blows than the single high impact from a bat,” Peter answered confidently.

 “This husband could really dish it out.” You heard Tony say in the background.

 “Maybe she dished it back,” Peter mused. “There are hairline fractures on her knuckles”

 Your eyes widened in realization. “Defensive wounds.” You clicked on the home button on your phone, then tapped on the photo app, revealing a picture of Billie Morgan’s x-ray Peter sent you. “Wait a minute,” you said aloud, grabbing Steve’s attention. “Repetitive manual blows.”

 “Fractured knuckles,” Steve said, taking a seat next to you.

 “The glucocorticoid that killed your bugs, Stark. Could it have been simple cortisone to treat an injury?” You jumped in.

 “Yeah. That's certainly possible,” Tony answered.

 “What are you thinking Dr. Y/L/N?” You heard Natasha say on the other end of the call.

 You sat on the lounge chair for a moment, relishing in the cool November breeze. “Billie Morgan could have been a boxer.”

 “But wouldn't boxing gloves prevent injuries like these?” Rogers asked, pointing at the x-ray.

 “Unless she wasn't wearing gloves,” Tony mentioned.

 “What kind of boxer does that?” You heard Wanda join in on the call.

 “Ultimate fighters,” Both you and Tony said in unison.

 “Ultimate fighters. Ah, you're into that crap too?” Steve smirked in amusement as your cheeks flushed crimson.

 “Dude, it's barbaric, When it shows up on cable I can't turn it off.” You could hear the excitement in Tony’s voice.

 “And it's actually legal?” Natasha asked with skepticism in her tone of voice.

 “Completely sanctioned, Peter assured her. “They do wear some protective gear, which would fly in the face of our girl's injuries, though.”

 “That is, unless it was underground,” you breathed.

 “Underground where?” Asked Steve in bewilderment.

 “Come on. Haven't you’ve never seen Fight Club?” you answered his question with a question of you own.

 He raised his eyebrows and shook his head no.

 “Illegal, no hold barred, slugfest. Modern day Panem et Circenses,” you mused in excitement.  “But generally there's no free bread.”

 You thanked your team for the new information and hung up, turning to Steve who had a smug look on his face.

 “Why are you smiling?” You asked.

 “Don Morgan didn't beat his wife,” he answered with triumph in his voice.

 “Oh my god.” You let out a sigh. “Don’t start.”

 “Got to say doll, I told you so.”

 “Whatever,” you snarked, rolling your eyes at him. “Come on.” You got up from your seat and took Steve by the hand.

 “Whoa where are we going?” He asked, stopping you from pulling him.

 “God you’re clueless aren’t you?” you giggled at him. He made a face and you rolled your eyes at him. “Get your mind out of the gutter Rogers. We’re gonna go see Fight Club. That’s all.”

  The next day you and Steve headed back to the victim’s home to question the victim’s husband only to find out that Billie Morgan was boxing illegally behind his back. Now you were sitting across your partner at the food court in the hotel you were both staying at, picking at your food.

 “You okay Bones?” He asked, watching you intently.

 “Yeah. Just thinking, you answered softly, your eyes drawn to the street.

 “What’s on your mind doll?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer.

 “Why would anyone fight illegally in the first place?” You ran your hand through your long Y/H/C hair.

 “There's limited options. Not everybody can be Floyd Mayweather or Ronda Rousey,” Steve replied, successfully stealing a fry off your plate.

 Suddenly you heard your phone vibrating against the table. Quickly, you tapped on the green button, then tapped on the speaker. “What’s up Stank?” you greeted to Tony to which Steve snorted.

 “Fedex guy says my name wrong one time, and you and Wanda will never let me live it down.” You could practically hear the annoyance in his voice.

 “Anyways, have you found anything yet?” you asked, staring down at Steve as he went to steal another french fry from your plate.

 “Right, I found something in the particulates from Billie's shoes,” he answered. “Traces of hexavalent chromium. It's a chemical used in high end automotive shops, specializing in chroming. Mechanics who use them have to file reports for the EPA.”

 You slapped Rogers’ hand. “Ow! What?” He asked, grabbing his hand.

 “Am I interrupting something?” Tony asked.

 “I'm sorry, and Stark, you lost me at hexavalent chromium,” Steve called out.

 “Tony can you contact the Environmental Protection Agency?” You asked.

 “I’m on it, replied Tony before hanging up.

  Later that night, Steve and you drove down the long stretch of highway until you were about a half hour away from Las Vegas to an abandoned auto body shop.

 “This was an auto shop?” You asked with disgust laced in your voice.

 You got out of the SUV and jogged behind your partner who crouched down and pulled up the security gate.

 “EPA, they shut it down months ago for a hazardous waste material. It was the only shop authorized to use that chromium stuff,” Steve said as he handed you a flashlight. “See it anywhere?”

 Walking further inside the shop, you shined the flashlight as you looked around for the chemical, but you came up empty-handed. “Could be absorbed into the dust particles on the floor,” you said in conclusion.

 Before Steve could come up with a sarcastic remark, you cut him off, “Shut up. I found something.”

 You shined your flashlight on the concrete where there was a thick red line. “They painted a ring for the fights,” Steve said to you in surprise.

 Thinking quickly, you grabbed your ultraviolet flashlight from your bag and turned it on. “Holy shit,” you gasped at the scene in front of you.

 “Blood.” Steve looked around the concrete floor covered with blood spatter. “The whole place is covered in blood.”

  Looking at all the blood samples found at the automotive shop, Natasha decided to take a small break and rest her eyes for a bit.

 “Nat? You alright?” She heard Tony ask.

 She yawned and got up from her desk, stretching her limbs in the process. “I’m fine, just a little tired.”

 “Would that have to do with a certain FBI agent?” He teased.

 She rolled her eyes at him. “Rogers and I are just friends.”

 Tony chuckled sarcastically. “That’s not what I heard.”

 “Anyways,” Natasha cut him off changing the course of the conversation back to the investigation. “Of the thirty blood samples found at the bodyshops , 6 were A positive; same as Billie Morgan. I’m still waiting on DNA.”

 Suddenly Peter joined them both on the platform. “Thirty fighters translates to five two person fights per hour over a three hour period or three fights over five hours, six fights over-”

 “We get the idea, Parker. Lots of fights.” Nat interrupted him.

 “I ran thermal imaging on Billie's remaining soft tissue to reconstruct her injuries,” Wanda mused, joining them on the platform. She turned on the monitor and tapped something on her tablet. “This is what she might have looked like after the fight.” She put the picture up on the monitor of a battered and bruised Billie Morgan.

 “Just when I get to a place where I can almost stomach seeing maggots eating intestines,” Wanda added in disgust. “How could anybody do this to themselves?”

 “Ya know. 900 B.C.- the Greek ruler, Theseus, entertained himself watching two men sit in chairs beat each other to death,” Tony revealed, earning a glare from the rest of the group. “Just saying. It's nothing new.”

 “I can work up force and velocity reading for each blow,” Wanda said before turning towards Peter.  “Pete, can help me ID her opponent from the circumference and diameter of the fist.”

 “I'd rather Peter focus on our second weapon for Roberts,” Natasha replied gruffly.

 Peter had the group follow him into the office he shared with Tony. “None of these blades are narrow enough.” He walked over to a tray filled with different sets of knives. “It's as if his vertebra was cut with some sort of razor blade.”

 Tony stared at the tray for a moment while the others spoke, What can cause that kind of damage to the victim’s vertebrae? Suddenly it hit him.

 “A razor wire,” He said, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Luca Brasi. The Godfather? Please, someone buy a DVD player,” He added, beginning to get agitated.

 “Oh,” replied Natasha as realization struck her. “You mean a garrotte?”

 “Yes!” He pointed at her in excitement. “Yes. A garrotte pulled so tightly around Luca's- or rather Robert's neck-”

  “-that it sliced through his throat and severed his carotid artery,” Natasha jumped in.

 Wanda grabbed her phone and headed out of the Peter and Tony’s office before turning back at the others. “I’ll tell Rogers.”

  You decided on taking a small break from the investigation to relax and enjoy the scenery of Las Vegas. Steve mentioned that he had a contact back at the Tangiers Casino, so the pair of you decided to meet back in the hotel room within the hour.

 “Welcome to the Cosmopolitan.” You heard a bubbly voice say, grabbing your attention. “Would you like anything to drink?”

 You lifted your sunglasses and found a tall woman with blonde hair wearing a purple bikini, holding a tray in her hands. You closed the book you were reading and propped yourself up on your elbows. “What do you recommend?” you asked.

 “We have our signature cosmopolitan,” she responded with a wide smile. “They are so good.”

 “Then I’ll have a cosmopolitan.” You gave her a smile just as infectious as hers.

 “Coming right up!” She wrote the order down on her notepad before finally leaving.

 You laid back down on your lounge chair and continued reading Fifty Shades of Grey, something that Wanda had been begging you to read since the book was released, but you refused. That is until now. “What the hell did Wanda get me into?” you muttered to yourself as you continued reading the book.

 It felt a little strange being in the setting you were in now, sitting poolside in a black bikini drinking cosmos and listening to music the hotel’s resident DJ was playing.

 Suddenly you felt your phone vibrate on the table next to you. You pressed the green button on the screen to answer. “Y/L/N”

 “Bones!” Steve greeted you with that awful nickname that you hated. “I think I got a lead on where Billie would’ve gone for the fight club. I need you to meet me back at the hotel and wear something nice.”

 “What? Why?” You asked, confusion etched on your face.

 “Just do it, alright?” Steve said before hanging up on you.

 You quickly got up from your chair and grabbed your things while muttering how much of a dick your partner was.

“So what’s so important that you couldn’t tell me over the …” You trailed off as you stood in the hotel room you both shared, mouth agape at the sight of Steve shirtless. Jesus you thought to yourself as you stared at the tattoos that covered his toned chest and abs.

“Hey,” Steve replied, knitting his eyebrows in concern. “You okay Bones?”

 “Uhm yeah.” You shook your head, trying to push the inappropriate thoughts from your mind. “So you found something on the fight club?”

 “Buddy of mine says that there’s an underground fight club. Bare knuckles, no rules,” Steve answered, turning his back to you and grabbing a navy blue tank top, slipping it on.

 “Great!” you replied simply as if you weren’t checking your partner out. “Where at?” You asked walking over to your bed and pulling your suitcase from underneath.You pulled out a simple black dress and walked into the bathroom closing it behind you.

 “It moves around. Former champion Cornell “Cottonmouth” Stokes sells 800 numbers,” Steve said as he looked at himself in the mirror and brushed his sandy blonde hair back. “You call, you find out the time, the place, code to get in.”

 “Okay? So where can we find him?” you asked, slipping on the short sleeved mesh covered dress.

 “He owns a gym here on, uh, on Federal,” Steve answered simply. “Ya know, maybe I should talk to Cornell alone.”

 “What is it with you and leaving me behind?” You were starting to get pissed at your partner.

 “Listen Bones, the rules? They don't apply here. Okay? The deeper we get I don't want anyone knowing that we're FBI,” he told you, his tone authoritative and firm.

 You snorted, “Well, that's easy for me. I'm not.”

 He heard the bathroom door open, and spun on his heel to face you. “Hey, what do you think?” you asked with what he could’ve sworn was a hint of nervousness in your voice.

 He took a moment to get a good look at the short sleeve, mesh covered dress before cracking a joke at your expense. “I have enough Bibles, thank you, but try next door.”

 “Oh come on Rogers!” You complained. “It’s not like I have anything else to wear.”

 “See Bones, now that’s where you’re wrong,” he replied with a knowing smirk.

 He walked around the other side of the bed, picking up a white shopping bag and placing it on the mattress. “So I got a phone call from Wanda earlier and she knew you were going to bring that hideous dres-”

 “Hey!” You cut him off, offended while he put his hands up in defense.

 “Her words. Not mine. Anyway,” he rummaged through the bag and pulled out  a short, black cocktail dress along with a pair of shoes to match. “She asked me for a favor and well, here we are,” he said, handing you the dress and shoes.

 “Do I have to wear this?” You were going to kill Wanda when you got back to D.C.  

 “Just humor me Y/N.”

 You let out a deep sigh, “Fine.” You grabbed the dress and heels from his hands and stomped away to the bathroom.

 “So?” Steve heard you ask after a long pause. “What’s our cover?”

 “We're newlyweds,” Steve announced, grabbing his olive green jacket and throwing it on. “Takin' Sin City by storm. Ready for action.”

 “Really?” You replied with skepticism.

 Steve rolled his eyes at the tone of voice you were using on him. “Listen Bones, I know what I'm doing. Okay? I've done this before,” he assured you.

 “Alright fine,” you replied, swinging the bathroom door open and stepping out to face him. “But we’re engaged.”  

 “Yeah yeah sure….” He looked up from a message Natasha sent him and was absolutely floored by how beautiful you looked in the black wrap dress and heels.

 Your hair was down and in waves, and your makeup simple yet Steve was shocked by how amazing you looked. “Rogers?” you asked in concern. ”You okay?”

 He shook his head, shaking the inappropriate thoughts from his mind. “Yeah, let’s go.”

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