#fbi cbs

[sgtbradfords]

How much time do we have? Max, 25 seconds.

[scottstiles]

FBI 7x19 Partner

[anhandfulgirl18]

FBI 7.19 -> Tender Zibell moment

[relaxedstyles]

[luckyscauldron]

autumn at the fbi

[windshield91]

''We do this job to save the lives of perfect strangers, people we like, people we don't like, sometimes people that don't even wanna be saved.

But when you are standing next to the person you can't imagine losing the most, I would make that sacrifice any day.''

- OA Zidan.

[sabrinajenre96]

Wes Mitchell x FBI!Reader:

WARNING:Please be aware that this story contains depictions of violence and injury, including a character being shot and undergoing surgery. It also deals with emotional themes of love, loss, and regret. If these topics are sensitive for you, please consider this a warning before reading.

The air crackled with tension. Greg Csonka’s conviction hung in the balance, and the fly team was tasked with ensuring his secure transport. You, an FBI agent with a history intertwined with Wes Mitchell, felt the weight of the situation. You and Wes shared a deep connection, a silent understanding that shimmered beneath the surface of your friendship. But life, in the form of his previous relationship and your own reticence, had kept you apart. Neither of you dared to risk the comfortable camaraderie for something more, something potentially explosive.

Alongside Wes and your best friend and colleague, Cameron, you were part of the escort detail. Chaos erupted when an ambush shattered the carefully laid plans. Bullets flew, adrenaline surged, and the hunt for Csonka began. You three took the lead, determined to recapture the fugitive. Cornering him in what you thought was a secure location, you never saw the sniper’s nest. The crack of the rifle echoed, followed by a searing pain. You crumpled to the ground, the world tilting on its axis. Csonka escaped.

The world narrowed to the frantic shouts of your teammates and the rising panic in your own chest. You were vaguely aware of being rushed to the hospital, the urgency in their voices a stark contrast to the fading light in your eyes.

The team’s world stopped. Everyone was at the hospital, a silent vigil for your life hanging heavy in the air. Raines stayed by your side, while Cameron, Smitty, Mitchell, and Booth relentlessly pursued Csonka. Wes was a man possessed, his usual jovial demeanor replaced by a grim determination. He pushed himself to the limit, but his thoughts were only with you, his mind replaying every shared laugh, every stolen glance.

They found Csonka, but the confrontation ended in his death. The case, though closed, felt hollow. Their victory was overshadowed by the fear that gripped them all. They rushed back to the hospital, desperate for news.

Raines met them with a weary but relieved smile. You were stable, but in the ICU. Complications during surgery had necessitated close monitoring. One by one, they were allowed to see you.

Wes was the last to enter your room. He sat beside your bed, his hand gently resting on yours. He thought you were unconscious, lost in the medicated haze. The dam of his emotions broke.

"Y/N," he began, his voice thick with unshed tears, "I… I have to tell you something. Something I should have said a long time ago. I’ve been in love with you since… well, since forever. But I was an idiot. I let things get in the way. I was afraid of ruining our friendship, afraid of… everything. Remember that time we went to that concert, and it rained? We were soaked, but we just laughed. That was the moment I knew. But I was with someone else, and… I messed up. I’ve been messing up ever since. Please, Y/N, come back to me."

You lay there, perfectly still, listening to his heartfelt confession. Every word resonated deep within you. You had felt the same way, the same unspoken longing. The concert, the rain, his laughter… those memories were etched in your heart, too. A tear escaped from the corner of your eye, but you kept your eyes closed, wanting to hear every word.

When he finished, a soft sigh escaped your lips. You opened your eyes, meeting his gaze, which was filled with a mixture of hope and despair.

"I love you too, Wes," you whispered, your voice weak but clear.

His eyes widened in disbelief, then filled with a radiant joy that chased away the shadows. He leaned down, his lips brushing against yours in a tender, tentative kiss.

"I love you," he repeated, his voice husky.

"I love you too," you replied, a smile gracing your lips.

The road ahead wouldn't be easy. Navigating the complexities of your careers, the aftermath of the shooting, and the delicate dance of a new relationship would be challenging. But you faced it together, two souls who had finally found their way to each other, their love a beacon in the midst of the storm.

[lover-of-mine]

#tell me he wasn't thinking about Maggie and the sarin gas the whole time they were trying to find the anthrax, I dare you

4x18 “Fear Nothing” -> 7x19 “Partner”

Bonus:

[sun-ni-day]

FBI 7x19 Partner

[zillace]

6 years of FBI

2018 —

[sgtbradfords]

OA Zidan & Maggie Bell in Partners [7x19]

[whatimdoing-here]

Me, both an FBI and Rookie Blue watcher: hey, Missy Peregrym doin the exposure to dangerous things again! She got more undressed in RB. She looks good regardless.

[bullet-prooflove]

'But there's a light that leads you home' for OA please 🥺

Tagging: @kmc1989 @trublu2u @rosaliedepp @daydreaming-belle @district447

On the nights that Omar works late you always leave the lamp on for him in the hall. When you first got together he’d told you how the worst part of being alone is coming home to that darkness, especially on the hellish days. Now when he steps over the threshold, he sees that beacon and he knows that there’s someone waiting for him, someone that loves him.

You’re asleep when he lets himself into the bedroom, dressed in one of his old t-shirts. Your face is pressed into his pillow, the same way it always is when he’s away.

He undresses in the muted light, dropping his clothes into the hamper before he slips underneath the sheets, wrapping his arms around you, gathering you up close. You mumble in your sleep, your palm coming to rest over the space where his heart resides as you nestle into the shelter of his chest. Already Omar feels himself starting to settle. His muscles unfurl, his entire body starting to relax. His lips ghost over your hairline and he whispers.

“Sweet dreams light of my life.”

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[sabrinajenre96]

Wes Mitchell x reader

Since there's nothing about Wes Mitchell I decide to write something. I have a lot of ideas I got a little help writing but it's the first time I am doing this. I hope people will like this. Comment share or whatever.

Do not copy my work, I like to share my ideas and now I have the opportunity to do something about it. This is a hobby for me.

Warning ⚠️: none.

The hum of the Fly Team HQ was a familiar comfort to [Reader's Name], a seasoned FBI agent. But today, a nervous energy crackled in the air. Scott’s absence still left a raw edge, a void filled by the arrival of their new boss, Special Agent Wes Mitchell. [Reader's Name] hadn’t seen Wes in years, not since their teenage whirlwind romance and subsequent heart-wrenching breakup. A secret she’d guarded fiercely, the existence of their twins, Harper and Greyson, was about to collide with her present.

When Wes walked into the briefing room, [Reader's Name] froze. He was older, more mature, but those familiar blue/green eyes, the ones her children inherited, sent a jolt through her. Vo, ever observant, noticed her reaction, but like the rest of the team, chalked it up to adjusting to a new leader.

Their first case was a brutal reminder of the dangers they faced. A group of criminals, the same ones who’d killed Wes’s partner in LA, were targeting him again, this time through his connection to…Harper and Greyson. Panic clawed at [Reader's Name]. Her secret was about to explode.

As Smitty and Vo scrambled to find the link between Wes and the twins, Harper and Greyson were brought to HQ, escorted by [Reader's Name]’s mother, a retired FBI agent and old friend of Jesse LaCroix. While her mother comforted the twins, she and [Reader's Name] had a tense conversation.

"You should have told him," her mother said, her voice laced with concern.

"And what? Ruin his life like mine was?" [Reader's Name] retorted, her voice rising.

Vo, entering the room unexpectedly, heard the last sentence. She stopped, her brow furrowed. "Told him what?"

[Reader's Name]’s heart pounded. She had to tell her. She had to tell everyone. She took a deep breath. "Wes is their father."

The room fell silent. Vo’s expression was a mixture of shock and understanding. She knew about their past, but not this.

Later, in the conference room, with the entire team present, [Reader's Name] laid bare the truth. Her teenage relationship with Wes, the unplanned pregnancy, the difficult decision she made, the years of raising Harper and Greyson alone. Only Scott and her mother knew. The twins knew who their father was. Wes’s initial reaction was anger, a sense of betrayal, of lost time, lost milestones.

Just then, [Reader's Name]'s mother walked in with Harper and Greyson. She looked at Wes, her gaze steady. "It wasn't [Reader's Name]'s fault. You were the one who pushed her away," she said, her voice firm. "Your girlfriend at the time…she made it clear: it was her or the baby. [Reader's Name] made a choice, a painful one. But those children, they were her world. Every time she looked at their eyes, your eyes, she was reminded of the love she never stopped feeling."

The air crackled with unspoken emotions. The team, initially stunned, now saw the resemblance. Harper’s bright blue/green eyes, Greyson’s strong jawline. It was undeniable.

Wes, reeling, confronted his ex-girlfriend, the ugly truth of her manipulation laid bare. The confrontation was explosive, ending their relationship for good.

With the personal drama swirling around them, the team focused on the case. [Reader's Name], facing the leader of the criminal group, stared him down, her resolve hardened. She arrested him, bringing the case to a close.

That night, the dust settled. [Reader's Name] and Wes sat on her porch, the twins asleep inside.

"I…I messed up," Wes said, his voice rough. "I should have known."

"We both did," [Reader's Name] replied softly. "But we can’t change the past. We can only build a future."

Suddenly, Harper and Greyson burst out of the house, running towards them. "Mom! Dad!" they cried, launching themselves into their parents’ arms.

Wes looked at [Reader's Name], a mixture of love and regret in his eyes. He pulled her close, the twins nestled between them. Finally, they were a family. The family [Reader's Name] had always dreamed of. The love she had held onto all these years had finally found its way home.

@stefanmikaleson1864 I didn't find fanfiction about wes I decided to create one 😂 let me know what you think.

[spencelle-secret]

missy peregrym, 2019

[sun-ni-day]

FBI 7x01 Abandoned

yes, OA, we also made that face: