#source: s.w.a.t.

[cod-dump]

Soap: Got plans for leave, Lt?

Ghost, lying: Yes.

Soap: Cancel them.

Ghost: Cancel?

Soap: Yep. You're coming with me instead.

Ghost: You think you can do better, I'm all ears.

Soap: I'm gonna show you what a real family dinner is like. My cousin owns a food truck that puts out the best chips ever. My Aunt Helena and Uncle Sebastian are coming, and I always bring them scratch-offs. But You! *slaps tickets into Ghost's hand* get to give it to em tonight. We just have to act disappointed when they lose.

Ghost, trying not to cry: Look, uh... I don't think so, Johnny. But. Thank you.

Soap, grabbing his arm and pulling him along: Let's go, Price's orders! They're all grand, havnae even told ye bout my niece yet. You'll see, cmon.

Ghost: Do I get a say in this??

Price, watching from his office: 😌

[jgvfhl]

Prisoner: What if someone threatened me? Put a gun to my head? They made me?

Fives: Listen we're not Jedi. We are ARC troopers. We knock down doors and tackle guys carrying DCs.

Echo: We do not have the time or the patience for whatever lie you're trying to perfect right now.

[incorrectlooneytunesquotes]

Taz treat body like amusement park!

Taz 

[streakyglasses]

it's so insane/funny that 1x19 literally just starts with the squad committing a bunch of crimes in a row

[fluentmoviequoter]

Every Day After

Requested Here!

Pairing: David "Deacon" Kay x fem!shy!SWAT!reader

Summary: You are Deacon's best friend, and when you're poisoned and nearly killed, his protective tendencies make an appearance as he stays by your side to help you heal.

Warnings: angst to fluff, depictions of benzene poisoning, references to drug use and distribution, mention of character death, poisoning scene loosely based on 1x19 "Source"

Word Count: 6.6k+ words

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Being shy and being a member of 20-David don’t always mix well. Some days, you can talk with them without any problems; other days, they push you a touch too far, and you’re more comfortable being quiet. But no matter what kind of day it is, your team is your family, and they have your back.

One member of the team, however, you consider to be your best friend. David “Deacon” Kay is one of the best friends you have ever had, and when he jumps in to defend you and protect you, it’s easy for the rest of your team to see why you’re so attached to him.

“Where’s Deac?” Hondo asks as he enters the locker room.

“Not here yet,” you answer after closing your locker.

“You mean you didn’t carpool? Deacon was okay letting you out of his sight for that long?”

“He’s my friend, not my probation officer,” you reply softly.

Hondo smiles at your comment before explaining, “I just mean you’re usually together. Don’t see you separated much these days. Is there a reason for that?”

“Not whatever you’re thinking,” you answer, your voice weaker than it was a moment ago. “He’s my friend.”

“Who’s your friend?” Deacon asks, using the other door to come in.

“You,” Hondo answers, winking at you. He chuckles when you turn your chin away from him and steps toward the door as he calls, “We’re rolling in twenty to serve a warrant, so do your thing.”

“You alright?” Deacon asks, placing his backpack in his locker.

You nod, reaching down to tie your laces and take a moment to breathe. Your job is stressful, so finding quiet moments whenever you can helps you be a better S.W.A.T. officer.

“Here,” Deacon says, gently knocking your hand out of the way as he ties your laces.

Standing up straight, you watch Deacon double knot your laces and ensure your safety before tapping the side of your boot. He stands and meets your eyes.

“You good?” he asks, looking into your eyes as he rolls his shoulders.

“I am. Are you?”

“Always,” Deacon answers with a smile. “When you’re around, at least.”

“Thanks,” you murmur, gesturing toward your boots.

“That was adorable,” Street says.

You look over quickly, surprised to see him standing in the doorway. His smile grows when you lock eyes with him; you immediately drop your eyes to avoid his pleased look.

“A little Cinderella-esque, but cute. We just got a tip that our guy’s gonna try to run, so we’re rolling now. Unless you two need a minute?”

“We’re good,” you reply, while Deacon says, “Let’s do it.”

Deacon spreads his hand across your upper back, sweeping his thumb over the base of your neck in a comforting motion. You know he has your back, and the rest of your team is there for you, too, but physically feeling Deacon at your side makes you feel prepared to take on anything.

Climbing into Black Betty, you sit in your usual seat beside Deacon and listen to Hondo explain the warrant and the layout of the house you’re breaching.

“This guy will be armed, but we don’t know what else he may have goin’ on in there, so stay liquid,” Hondo concludes.

Deacon nods once as Black Betty stops. You follow Deacon to the west side of the house, waiting for Hondo’s signal to shoot a flashbang through a window before using the new opening to enter the residence. Deacon moves in first, clearing the room before you cover the hallway so you can move deeper into the house.

Tapping Deacon’s shoulder, you let him know you’ve got his back before he enters a bedroom.

“Closet only,” Deacon alerts, stepping back into the hallway before you.

Something hits the floor in the closet, but before you can turn back to check, the door slings open, and someone steps out. The suspect appears to be male, but you can’t tell much about his physical composure as he slams you into the wall behind you. You raise your arms to his neck, attempting to push him off of you. He grunts as he pushes harder, raising you so your feet are off the floor. Deacon moves in your peripheral, but you use the suspect’s momentum to kick him in the torso, falling onto him as he tips back.

“You’re under arrest,” you pant, flipping him onto his stomach and removing handcuffs from your belt.

“Get down!” Deacon yells.

You don’t hesitate to obey his demand, dropping to the floor beside the suspect as someone opens fire.

“30-David, we’re taking fire in the west hallway,” Deacon radios.

Looking over, you don’t see Deacon and assume he has taken cover in one of the bedrooms.

“One suspect in custody, one armed but not visible. Likely barricaded in the back room at the northwest corner,” Deacon continues.

You feel a hand on your ankle but immediately recognize the touch. Twisting, you confirm your suspicion when you see Deacon gesture for you to stay quiet. He raises to his knees in a doorway, and you move your weapon to your back just before he pulls you into the bedroom.

“Thank you,” you whisper as he closes the door.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he replies, matching your volume. “Nobody else even got in, we’re trapped in here.”

“We need our cuffed guy. At the least, maybe we can trade him to get out.”

“I’ll get him, but if he makes noise, I’m pushing him back out.”

You nod and help Deacon pull the man you just fought with into the room. He pants as the door closes but doesn’t fight against you or Deacon.

“Yo, this dude is crazy,” he says, though you suspect he’s talking to himself. “I’m just try’na buy some dope fo’ ma cousins and he tell me to get in the attic and get the 5-0 off his trail.”

You furrow your eyebrows as you listen. The story may not make sense to everyone, but being a cop in Los Angeles quickly teaches you just what people are willing to do to score drugs.

“Did he offer to trade you drugs for getting the police away from him?” you ask.

“Sure did. ‘N’ then he dipped.”

“That’s not him in the back room, the one that was shooting at my partner?”

“Nah, that the guy who stay here. He bad, too, though. Ain’t nobody on this street mess with him.”

“Hondo,” Deacon radios.

“Are there more people coming?” you ask quickly.

“Is you a cop?” the man asks sarcastically.

You turn toward Deacon, and he nods to answer your unasked question about getting out of here. He will get you out of this, and you trust him, but you don’t want to imagine what he’d do to save you. He may be protective of you, but you care about him too and don’t want him to risk his safety, or worse, his life, to keep you out of harm’s way.

“Deac,” you whisper.

He looks at you, and you point to a loose piece of flooring beside the wall.

“This house may have a crawl space,” you explain, moving toward the corner.

You begin pulling pieces of the floor up quietly, smiling when you reach a spot without a subfloor. Deacon sees the opening above the small crawl space and drags your apprehended suspect toward it.

“I’m going to uncuff you,” Deacon says. “But there are dozens of officers waiting out there, so if you try to run you will fail and rack up more charges than you’re already facing.”

“Man, just get me outta this psycho’s house!” the man responds.

Deacon lets him go out first, not trusting him to be behind you. Helping you into the hole, Deacon waits until you’re moving toward the access panel on the south wall to slide into the opening. He pulls a few pieces of flooring back into place, hoping that if the “psycho” owner of the house manages to get in the room faster than expected, he won’t realize how you escaped.

When Deacon stands after army crawling the entire length of the house, you immediately hug him. His arms wrap around you without hesitation, glad to see you safe and out of the house. When a shot sounds from the other side of the house, Deacon wraps an arm around the back of your head and rushes across the yard, ushering you to Black Betty.

“Thanks for keeping me informed,” Hondo chides when he sees you.

“Radios don’t work when they get crushed,” Deacon argues, pointing to your destroyed radio. “You can thank this guy for that.”

“Man, my name’s Randy. Please take me to jail and don’ let these fools fin’ me,” your radio destroyer and previous enemy interjects.

“New warrant just came through,” Luca alerts. “We can hit his stash house, try to draw him out.”

“Fantastic,” you grumble.

Deacon pats your back, a reminder that you’re not alone, and the team now has an idea of what you’re up against. While Luca drives to the stash house, you take a mental note of your new injuries. For the most part, you feel fine, but you know there will be bumps and bruises tomorrow, and you’ll feel them when the adrenaline wears off.

“You need to get everything checked when we’re done. He hit you hard,” Deacon says quietly, ensuring no one else can hear.

Nodding, you agree to whatever he says. Deacon saved your life and though you don’t think you need a doctor, you’ll do anything he wants right now.

“We’ve got intel that this place is empty but stick together anyway. The call was right before we left, so it could be full now,” Hondo alerts. “We’re not here for the drugs, narcotics’ll deal with all that later, we’re just trying to catch a rat.”

“By becoming the cheese,” Street complains.

“We’ll be fine, playboy,” Luca promises.

“As long as you stick to the plan and listen,” Hondo amends. “Let’s get to it.”

You lead Deacon inside this time, using a small lock bypassing device. As you clear the first floor, you don’t see any sign of anyone using the building, and there isn’t as much as residue from drug use.

“Looks like he moved,” Deacon muses.

“Maybe our tipster made more than one call,” you agree.

“We don’t know that,” Deacon reminds you. “Stay vigilant.”

You nod, letting Deacon take the lead as you climb the stairs.

“This level looks just as empty,” Deacon says into his comm. “Second floor appears to be a code 4.”

“Something ain’t right,” Hondo replies.

“Deacon,” you call.

You don’t attempt to conceal your worry, and he turns quickly.

“Don’t move,” you add. “This place is rigged.”

“Rigged how?” he inquires.

“Hondo, you need to get everyone out,” you radio. “Watch the floor and don’t step on anything that isn’t flooring.”

“Copy that,” Hondo responds before commanding the team to exit cautiously.

“Why?” Deacon asks.

“You too,” you demand. “You need to go but be careful.”

“I’m not leaving without you.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, biting it harshly as you look down. There’s a small button under your boot, and you’ve already depressed it. The moment you move off of it, something will happen. It doesn’t appear to be a landmine or any other kind of explosive, but that makes you more concerned because you don't know what it is.

“Deacon, please,” you beg, your voice a whisper as you look at him. “Just give me a minute to try to figure this out.”

“No,” he answers. “I’m going to take a few steps back, and you decide what you want to do, or we can wait for a bomb squad.”

“It’s not a bomb.”

“Then do what do you need to do. I trust you.”

You want him to leave but don’t want to be alone if this is the end. You tap the wall beside you and quickly realize that whatever this detonator is connected to is probably directly to your side, hidden between the studs.

“Can you- can you back up, like a lot?” you request. “I want to try something, but if I’m wrong, you can’t be this close.”

Deacon nods, taking about ten steps backward. He stops, his complete focus on you as he keeps a hand on his gun. Whatever happens, he’s prepared to rush toward you. Feeling helpless is something Deacon hasn’t felt in a very long time. He realizes you wouldn’t be in this position if he had done a better job protecting you and tries to find a way to take your place. He steps forward, but you raise a hand to stop him before speaking.

“I’m going to move backward, really fast,” you explain. “Last chance to leave, Deac.”

“Wait-“

You move your foot up, stepping back, your movements fast but not fast enough. Something sprays from the wall beside you and into your face. As you gasp for air, Deacon runs toward you, pulling you over his shoulders as he watches the floor. Rushing through the stash house, Deacon radios for Hondo to get an ambulance.

Bursting through the door, Deacon lowers you to the concrete and watches you. Your breaths are short gasps, and a bright red rash spreads across your chest and face. Deacon pulls your Kevlar vest over your head and tugs your shirt down, giving you more room to breathe and removing any pressure from your chest.

“What’d she get hit with?” Hondo asks, kneeling beside your head.

“I don’t know!” Deacon answers, not meaning to take out his fear on Hondo but failing to hide it. “Whatever it was came from the wall and she immediately started having trouble breathing.”

“This isn’t good,” Hondo adds. “Her airways are closing; we only have a few minutes to figure out what this is and counteract it.”

“We don’t have time for an ambulance,” Luca says. “Get in, Betty and I will get you there.”

Deacon nods and pulls you into his arms again before laying you on the floor of Black Betty and pulling your head into his lap.

“St. Stephen’s is the closest hospital,” Luca tells Street. “I need you to call ahead and give them as much information as you can. They’ll need to be ready.”

“I’m on it,” Street replies, moving into the backseat beside you and Deacon. He talks quickly and quietly to the doctors on the other end of the line, but when your gasps turn to strangled wheezes, he yells, “Just be ready!”

Luca pulls into the emergency room ambulance entrance a moment later, rushing to the back to open the doors. Several nurses take you from Deacon, put you on a gurney, and run into the hospital. Deacon runs behind them, leaving the rest of the team outside.

“How long has it been?” Hondo asks. “She only had eight minutes, tops.”

“Six since they came out,” Street answers, looking up from his watch. “If it’s too late, Deacon…”

“Will never forgive himself,” Luca finishes. “And we won’t either.”

Hondo’s phone chimes, and he looks at it before shaking his head, his jaw clenched as he makes a half-sigh, half-laugh sound. “Our guy just turned himself in. And Deac’s buddy Randy lied to them about who was in the house. They knew where we were the whole time.”

“We have to leave her?” Street asks.

“For a bit. We’ll get updates and come back later,” Luca answers. “She’ll be fine.”

As Street, Luca, and Hondo leave to return to HQ and question Randy and the original suspect, Simon, you’re surrounded by nurses and doctors. As you near the eight-minute mark, the doctors decide to run down a list of possible treatments.

“Symptoms align with benzene poisoning by inhalation,” someone comments.

“Intentional overdose?” a young woman in bright pink scrubs asks.

“Get her out of here!” a doctor snaps, glancing toward Deacon with an apologetic look.

“That explains the skin irritation, irregular heartbeats, and lung irritation may be the cause of the shortness of breath,” the first person continues. “That would have been an incredibly high, concentrated dose.”

“Whatever she got hit with was thick enough that I could see it standing five yards away,” Deacon offers.

“I’m calling it,” the chief doctor says, “benzene poisoning by inhalation. Get her on oxygen, clean her eyes and skin, and get these clothes off. We need to remove the outside traces and get her breathing regulated before we move on.”

The nurses jump to action, and Deacon steps back as you’re wheeled into a room. The doctor who sent the Barbie lookalike away opens the door to your room a few minutes later, gesturing for Deacon to step inside.

“Her breathing is regular, heart rate has returned to a stable, though slightly elevated, number, and we’re running some tests right now to check for long-term damage,” he explains.

Deacon keeps his eyes on you as he listens to the doctor, letting the steady rise and fall of your chest prove that you are okay, that you are alive. No thanks to Deacon. Immediately upon hearing that you may have long-term damage, Deacon lets himself remember that it is his fault you are in this hospital bed, on oxygen, and possibly in danger of losing your career. He should have been more careful, he thinks, done more to protect you.

“Sergeant, I’m unsure if it’s my place to say this, but you saved her life, so don’t allow yourself to think otherwise. I’ll be back in a bit to check in on her, but if you need anything, press that call button.”

“Thanks, doctor,” Deacon replies, his eyes still on you.

Deacon takes a seat in the chair beside your bed, forcefully tearing his eyes away from you to text Hondo and Luca that you’re stable but unconscious. They reply quickly, saying they’ll be back soon and asking for more updates as Deacon gets them. He hopes he won’t have to tell them about any permanent damage.

“Deac?” you mumble, your voice quiet and distorted by the oxygen mask covering your face.

“Hey,” he answers, dropping his phone into his lap as he leans toward you. “Let me tell someone you’re up.”

“Deac, wait,” you request. When he sits back down, you say, “Thank you. You saved my life.”

“I should’ve noticed that it was a trap,” Deacon argues.

“The doctors said it was benzene. That doesn’t kill you unless you have prolonged exposure or inhale an incredibly large dose. I would’ve died if you hadn’t been with me.”

“I think that’s the most you’ve ever said to me at once,” Deacon replies, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I- I’m really dizzy, Deac.”

“I’ll get the doctor,” Deacon replies, pushing the call button before he walks to the door and stops a nurse.

“Hi, I’m Doctor Grayson,” the doctor says as he enters your room, looking at your chart on a tablet. “You seem to be one lucky officer.”

“I’ve got a good team,” you answer, looking at Deacon’s hands rather than any of the faces in the room.

“Well, I understand you’re feeling dizzy and have a bit of a headache, so I’ll make this quick. Those symptoms should go away, but it may take up to a few weeks to see improvement there. Other common symptoms of benzene overdose include nausea, and the breathing difficulties you experienced was caused by lung irritation which may cause shortness of breath. Weakness is the only other symptom I’d expect to see. Since your exposure was so concentrated and delivered so quickly, I don’t think you’ll experience any of the more intense effects, but I’d like to keep you for observation for, let’s say 36 hours just to be sure we found everything.”

“Will I get completely better? Where I can go back to work at S.W.A.T.?” you whisper, even though you are terrified to learn the answer.

“Oh, I have no doubt you will be back in uniform within a month. Again, there’s only a few symptoms that may last, and at the most they should pass within a month.”

“Thank you.”

The doctor nods and hands Deacon a piece of paper before he leaves. Deacon returns to his spot beside you and looks at the paper before passing it to you.

“When you’re up for it, you’ve got some bed-bound exercises you can do to stay in fighting shape,” Deacon explains.

“Where are Hondo, Street, and Luca?” you inquire.

“They got our guy, so they went to interview him and Randy.”

“Randy lied, didn’t he?”

Deacon nods, and his jaw clenches as he realizes that Randy probably knew about the benzene trap and may have even been the one to set it up, yet let you go, knowing you were headed for a death trap.

“What happens when I get discharged?” you ask, looking at the blanket as you keep your head down.

“They’ll probably want you to take it easy for a few days, be around someone in case something happens, and then you can ease back into fieldwork. With your record and how much Hicks and Hondo trust you, you probably won’t have to wait long after you get medical clearance,” Deacon explains, smiling as he thinks about you getting back to work as soon as you can.

“I don’t have anyone,” you whisper.

Deacon doesn’t catch it, leaning closer to look at your list of exercises. When it’s time to go home, they may not let you because you live alone and don’t have any family nearby. You grow sad at the idea of going to a rehab facility or staying in the hospital longer just because you don’t have any family nearby to take care of you. Suddenly, your head begins pounding, and the room seems to spin. You raise your hands to your head, putting pressure on your eye sockets to ease the pain. Deacon’s hand jumps to your back, pressing against the top of your spine as you ride it out.

“I don’t like that,” you murmur, moving a hand to your stomach as it churns. “It’s going to be a long few weeks.”

“We’re going to make Randy and Simon pay for it, though,” Deacon whispers. “And we’re all here for you.”

You nod, and when Deacon leaves to answer a call from Hondo, your nausea worsens.

“Tell me they’re talking,” Deacon answers.

“Oh, they’re talking, just not giving us enough to put it on either one of ‘em,” Hondo answers. “I need you to do me a favor though.”

 “Anything.”

“You and Randy had some kind of connection, however brief it was. We’re thinking if you come in and tell him she didn’t make it, he’ll give something up.”

Deacon looks back into your room, but you’re turned away, curled into the fetal position, and, unknown to Deacon, fighting to keep your bearings as the dizziness causes nausea and worsens your headache.

“I’ll be there in twenty,” Deacon replies.

“Sergeant, I’ve got her test results here,” Doctor Grayson says as he walks down the hall. “Everything looks good in the long-term, so we’re just going to have to wait out the side effects. I’m going to discuss continued care with her now, would you like to join?”

“I’ve got to get down to the station, but if you’ve got a-“

“Complete list of recommendations and necessary actions,” Doctor Grayson finishes, passing Deacon a paper. “Along with a few more low impact exercises, since she is clearly ready to get back to work.”

“Thank you, doc. I’ll be back in a bit.”

Doctor Grayson watches Deacon leave before knocking and entering your room.

“Sergeant Kay had to return to the station for a moment, but I have good news for you,” he begins.

You sit up against your pillows, giving him your full attention. Your mind wants to think about Deacon, curious about what he’s doing.

“I could use some good news,” you reply.

“Your test results look good, and I see no indications of long-term damage or complications. So, once these initial symptoms pass, you should be as good as before. What symptoms are you experiencing now?”

“Headache, dizziness, and nausea. Every once in a while it feels like my chest gets tight, but the dizziness is the worst.”

Doctor Grayson nods, pressing a button on his tablet. “I think you’re going to be ready for discharge tomorrow evening, as I said originally, I’d just like to observe you a bit longer and make sure nothing changes. You will need to have whoever you will be staying with complete the discharge paperwork; having someone nearby will be crucial to your recovery and ensuring those symptoms don’t get out of hand.”

“Yeah, I, uh, I don’t have any family nearby and there’s no one I can ask to take me in for who knows how long while I recover,” you explain softly.

“We’ll discuss this further in the morning, but my team and I will make sure you have somewhere safe and comfortable to stay, I promise that. I’ll be back once more before the end of my shift, but you know where the call button is.”

While you try to fall asleep, hoping it will help you heal faster and move on from the intense dizziness and nausea, Deacon is lying to criminals and hoping it will help you heal by getting some answers.

“Randy, remember my partner? The woman you helped me get out of the house this morning after you tried to kill her?” Deacon asks.

“Yeah, nice lady, but she can kick,” Randy replies.

“She died fifteen minutes ago. From an involuntary benzene poisoning. You know what that means, Randy? That someone poisoned her, murdered her, and is going to prison for a very long time.”

“Ooh,” Hondo adds, tilting his head in disbelief. “Cop killers never do well in prison, but when it’s one of our own? A S.W.A.T. officer? You’re dealing with a whole ‘nother set of problems in this room alone.”

“Benzene ain’t kill people after the first time,” Randy argues.

Deacon slaps the table as he leans over it. “You put enough benzene in that wall to kill me, Hondo here, and yourself, and you’re the only routine drug user in here.”

“Man, she really dead?”

“She is,” Hondo answers. “And now we have to tell her family, even though we’re grieving too.”

“I only did that ‘cause Simon told me to. He said it wouldn’t hurt nobody, just confuse ‘em or some’in. I ain’t mean’a kill nobody, specially not no cop!”

Deacon nods at Hondo before they walk out of the interview room, and Randy is left to wonder why they seemed so happy after learning that he set the trap that killed you. Across town at St. Stephen’s, you do feel like you’re dying just because you’re refusing to take more than anti-inflammatory pain relievers, unwilling to use anything stronger after years as a cop.

“Sergeant Kay will be back soon,” your nurse says. “He called and asked about you a few minutes ago. You must be very close.”

“We are. My team is the only family I have, but they’re also my best friends.”

“I didn’t mean your team. How are you feeling? Is the dizziness any better or worse?”

“It’s about the same,” you answer, forgetting her first point.

“Well, that’s good, at least it’s not worsening. We weren’t expecting a miraculous recovery this quickly, but Doctor Grayson wants us to give you as much time to sleep as we can, so you won’t have many, if any, middle of the night pokes and prods from us.”

“That sounds nice,” you answer with a small smile.

“I’ll leave you to rest until your friend gets back.”

You fall asleep before Deacon returns, and when he sees you resting, he texts Hondo an update and makes himself comfortable for a night at your side. There is a folder with Deacon's name on it on the small countertop in the corner of the room. Deacon opens it and finds a list of rehabilitation centers and a note that you can’t go home alone tomorrow before he decides to do something while you sleep. Deacon has been restless since the moment you alerted him to the traps set in the storehouse, but he finally has something to do that will help you.

“Excuse me,” he says, approaching the nurses’ station with a kind smile. “I’m Deacon Kay, I came in with-“

“My favorite patient,” the nurse finishes. “What can I do for you, Sergeant?”

“Doctor Grayson left this list of rehab clinics for me, but I’d like to take her home with me tomorrow. I don’t feel right sending her somewhere when I’ve got plenty of room.”

“And I have no doubt you will attend to her no matter what. If you fill out the discharge forms, she’s free to go with you when the doctor signs off. Doctor Grayson comes in at four, so he’ll be the one signing off.”

Deacon accepts the clipboard holding the discharge paperwork and takes it back to your room to complete it. The nurses watch him with smiles, able to tell that he’s more than a friend and protective as more than a teammate, even if he’s unwilling to admit it.

You whimper in your sleep, pressing your face into the cushion to relieve your headache. Deacon moves a hand onto your bed, only pulling it away from your side to flip to the next page of paperwork.

“When did you get back?” you ask into the pillow with your eyes closed.

“Not long ago. How are you feeling?” Deacon replies, smiling when you take his hand.

“The headache is getting worse.”

Deacon brushes his thumb over his knuckles as you curl tighter around the pillow.

“I’m sorry,” Deacon whispers.

“It’s not your fault, Deac. You saved my life,” you reply.

“Shouldn’t have endangered it.”

“Deacon-“

You get dizzy before you can say anything else, gently squeezing Deacon’s hand as you clamp your eyes shut. Deacon stands, laying his other hand on your shoulder as you wait for the dizziness to pass. You know now to expect the nausea that follows, but each time it happens, the nausea is less intense.

“Do you think it’ll really take weeks to feel better?”

“No,” Deacon answers. “You’re strong – and stubborn – so you’ll fight to get back in fighting shape.”

“It hurts.”

Deacon frowns but doesn’t apologize again, though he’s blaming himself for everything. Maybe having a soft spot for you, as the team so lovingly puts it, made him blind to certain dangers of working together. He trusts you and would do anything to protect you from the risks of being a S.W.A.T. officer; now, he wonders if being distracted by you made him stop thinking about what he could do for you.

“You should go home,” you say. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m not leaving you. I’ll be right here when you wake up, or if you want to stay awake.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.” Deacon doesn’t add that despite how much he wants to, he needs to stay by your side and do what he couldn’t do earlier today: protect you and be there for you through all this pain and recovery.

When you wake again, the sun is up, and Deacon is no longer in your room. You can hear him talking, though, and when the door opens, he steps inside with Doctor Grayson.

“Good morning,” Doctor Grayson greets. “Are you ready to get out of here?”

Shrugging, you don’t want to bring up how sad you are to go spend the next few weeks alone in a rehab facility, which is arguably no better than a hospital.

“You did well last night, so I’m comfortable sending you home now, given that your discharge situation has changed.”

“It has?” you ask, looking at Deacon rather than the doctor.

“I’m taking you to my house,” Deacon explains. “Not for you, for Hondo. He needs hourly updates and none of the rehab places do that.”

You duck your chin, hiding from Deacon’s teasing as you smile. Part of you wants to insist Deacon doesn’t have to do this, but the other part desperately wants it.

“Are you sure?” you whisper.

“Positive.”

Deacon sets a backpack on your bed, gently taps your leg, and walks out to complete the discharge. You open the bag and smile when you see some of your clothes and a blanket. Standing carefully, you change into the clothes and wait at the edge of the bed for Deacon to return.

“Let’s go,” Deacon murmurs as he takes your hands.

Pulling your backpack over his shoulder, Deacon keeps a hand in yours as he walks beside your wheelchair. When you reach the hospital entrance, Deacon’s car is waiting, and he helps you into the passenger seat before setting your bag in the back and getting inside.

You close your eyes, your stomach churning and your head spinning as the car moves. Deacon offers a hand over the console, and you hold it as he drives through Los Angeles and to his house. Releasing a shaky breath as he parks, you squeeze his hand in thanks.

“It’s going to be a long few weeks for you,” you mumble.

“You’re wrong, but we’re not worrying about me. Our top priority is you and getting you healthy again. That means that you need to talk to me, even if you don’t want to, okay?”

You nod, and Deacon smiles as he argues, “That’s not talking.”

He gives you a break from his teasing and helps you inside before carrying a few bags in from the car. You recognize them and realize he must have gone to your place last night to get everything you’ll need over the next few weeks.

“Deac, why’d you go back to the station yesterday?” you ask, reclining on his guest bed while he unpacks your bags.

He points to the water bottle beside the bed, waiting until you start drinking to say, “Hondo had an idea to flip Randy, and it worked. He gave up his boss, and they found enough evidence to charge both of them with a long list of felony charges.”

“What was his plan?” Deacon doesn’t answer, so you ask, “You told him I died?”

“Yeah,” Deacon says softly.

You nod before you move to the edge of the bed. Deacon rushes to your side as you stand and wobble slightly. As he grips your arms, you lean your head against his shoulder, taking deep breaths as your heartbeat pounds in your ears.

“Do you still get nauseous after this happens?” Deacon whispers, rubbing his hands over your shoulders.

“No,” you reply. “That passed after the first few hours. Now I just have a headache that won’t go away and get really dizzy. It’s random, so I don’t know when to expect it.”

Deacon nods and makes a mental note to keep a very close eye on you, especially when you’re up and moving around. Deacon's heart breaks as he watches you be affected by something he should have never let happen. Watching you be poisoned, being helpless in the hospital, and feeling like he can’t do enough to help you is weighing on Deacon, but he can’t worry about himself when you’re struggling because of him.

“Stop,” you demand, so softly that Deacon barely hears it.

“Stop what?” he asks.

“You’re blaming yourself. I could tell from the moment you turned around in that house. There’s nothing you could have done, Deacon, to keep this from happening, but you saved my life. So, please stop blaming yourself and thinking about what you could’ve done differently.”

Deacon thinks about everything you said, and his mind lingers on how your shyness was nowhere to be seen as you asked him to stop blaming himself. You read him with no effort, and the realization makes him smile.

“I’ll try. But only if you promise to talk to me, really talk to me, and let me know what’s going on,” Deacon offers.

“Deal. Right now, the floor is kind of spinning, but I need to walk around because everything is stiff.”

“I got you,” Deacon murmurs, letting you hold onto him as you walk around his house. You know he means it in more than the obvious way; he’s always had you and always will.

“Why’d you stay?” you ask. “In the hospital, I mean. And then you brought me here. If you did it just because you blame yourself-“

“Not at all. I was blaming myself, you’re right about that, but I did this because I care about you. That soft spot that the guys tease me about… that’s you. So, when I get overbearing and protective and everything else you’re going to see over the next few weeks, just know that it’s because I care about you.”

“I’m your soft spot? Because we’re friends?”

Deacon smiles, letting you lead him toward the patio door. “Something like that.”

Your breathing catches, and you stop to take a few shaky breaths before returning to your normal breathing patterns. Deacon rubs his hand up and down your spine as he waits, hovering nervously beside you.

“The headache is a little better,” you tell him. “Either walking around or your touch is curing me.”

“Why not both?”

You smile before looking away from Deacon. He walks you back to the bedroom and digs through one of your bags before handing you a piece of paper. While you look at the exercises depicted on the therapy list, you lean back against the pillows, tired and experiencing the worst headache of your life.

“Don’t rush anything,” Deacon says. “You’re already getting better, but don’t risk that trying to heal on your schedule.”

“What does ‘something like that’ mean?” you murmur. “About why we’re friends and I’m your soft spot.”

“It means that you’re my soft spot because we’re friends for now.”

“You don’t want to be friends forever?”

Deacon chuckles and sits on the edge of the bed as he answers, “Not really. I’ve always wanted more.”

You sit up quickly and wince in pain. You don’t hesitate before asking, “You do?”

“Are you okay?” You shrug, and Deacon answers, “Yeah. You’re my friend, but, c’mon, you couldn’t tell?”

“I thought you were just being nice, protecting me because we’re teammates.”

“That’s part of it. But even if you left S.W.A.T. today, I’d still be right here.”

“If I didn’t know you, I’d think that’s why you’re so upset,” you muse. “But you’re just a great man.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

You shake your head and look away from Deacon.

“Could we- could we try to be more? After I’m back in fighting shape?”

Deacon smiles, leaning closer to you as he promises, “Yes. Just tell me when.”

You lean back, huffing when your headache worsens suddenly.

“I thought the Hondo-induced headaches were bad, but this makes them seem easy.”

“I’m telling Hondo you said that.”

“No, you aren’t. You know I’m shy and injured.”

“You haven’t been acting very shy.”

“Because I’m disoriented and have a crush on you,” you mumble as you drift to sleep.

“I’ll be right here when you wake,” Deacon whispers.

“And every day after?”

“And every day after,” he promises, smiling as you fall into a restful sleep.

Deacon has no doubt you’ll be back to yourself in a few days, meaning his advances will make you shy, but, for now, he’s happy waiting on you hand and foot, doing everything he can to help and keep you comfortable.

[ncisfranchise-source]

Among the three remaining dramas that are all on the bubble, NCIS: Hawai’i is the strongest performer with the best odds to come back, I hear.

Just an year ago, a renewal for Hawai’i would’ve been a no-brainer: it’s part of a storied franchise with solid rating and crossover potential with the mothership series that yielded big ratings in January 2023. But now, CBS already has three other NCIS series already locked for next season: the original series, renewed for Season 22, Sydney, returning for a second season, and the upcoming Young Gibbs prequel NCIS: Origins. There is also the Tony & Ziva NCIS spinoff series greenlighted by Paramount+, making for a crowded NCIS field.

There are strong arguments for keeping Hawai’i. It is currently #12 in linear viewership among all broadcast non-sports shows ahead of such TV staples as ABC’s 9-1-1 and NBC’s Law & Order: SVU and The Voice, and its multi-platform audience also is putting Hawai’i above several CBS dramas that already have been renewed, including FBI: Most Wanted, FBI: International and S.W.A.T.

As CBS Studios President David Stapf said in a recent interview about the NCIS franchise, Hawai’i also is “wholly unique” while being part of the franchise as the first NCIS series with a female lead, Vanessa Lachey, and with its Hawai’i locale. “We were just coming off Hawaii Five-0, a very successful show,” he said of the spinoff’s origins. “People love that setting, it plays well over the globe.”

The counter argument is all about shelf space (or lack thereof) and money. There is financial pressure on corporate level among all traditional media companies to curb spending amid a soft ad market. For CBS parent Paramount, there is the additional element of uncertainty over the company’s future.

Sources expect tough business conversations over NCIS: Hawai’i, which is likely to have to make budget cuts to continue — something most broadcast series are subjected to these days. I hear the best case scenario for the spinoff may be a partial Season 4 of about 13 or so episodes.

[brinleyparke]

Arrow Fic Ideas/Prompts

Post 4x15 – Oliver receives comfort from an unlikely source. That source is Quentin Lance. Now that he thinks about it, maybe he isn't such an unlikely source. Quentin knows what it's like to have the person you love walk out on you after all.

Post 6x06 – Oliver is telling William about Slade and how Slade trained him. William wants to meet (for real, not just after getting kidnapped by a maniac and his mom dying) Slade, so Oliver calls Slade and invites him over. Slade turns out to be a big softie. William asks if he can call him "Uncle Slade."

Post 6x17 AU – Slade becomes Oliver's new partner.

H/C sickfic – Oliver gets sick (like pneumonia or something) while on the island. Slade goes into dad mode and takes surprisingly good care of Oliver.

Slade's reaction to seeing Oliver's scars (from where Billy tortured him) for the first time.

AU – Nyssa isn't the only one who trained Mia. Slade helps, too (not with fighting, but with survivalist stuff, i.e., finding fresh water, hunting; intelligence-gathering; stealth; running).

Felicity and Oliver go out of town for their anniversary. William stays with Uncle Slade

Reacher (tv series) x-over: Dig knew Reacher from the Army. Dig asks Reacher for his help. Idk what Team Arrow needs Reacher's help with. Maybe the Prometheus problem. You can just make up something, though.

Moonlight x-over: Tommy, Oliver, Josef, and Mick all hang out. Maybe Josef invites them to one of his parties, or Oliver and Tommy invite Josef to one of their parties.

Moonlight x-over: What if Felicity used to be a Freshie?

S.W.A.T. x-over: Werner Zytle has managed to distribute his new version of Vertigo (it makes you hallucinate your biggest fear) to L.A.. Oliver finds out and goes to L.A.. On a S.W.A.T. raid, Street gets dosed with the vertigo. His team tries to comfort him, but to little or no avail, and they don't have an antidote. The Green Arrow comes in and saves the day.

Supernatural x-over: Felicity meets Charlie. They become besties.

[laf-outloud]

Walker Season 3 Synopsis

Season 3 of WALKER picks up right where season 2 left off in the sobering aftermath of the question: “Where’s dad?” Texas Ranger Cordell Walker, played by Jared Padalecki (“Supernatural”), has his hands tied – literally. Taken and held captive by an anarchist group who is determined to break him, Walker must face a painful memory from his past he’s never shared with anyone and team up with an unexpected ally, Julia (Anna Enger, “S.W.A.T”), if he wants to get out alive.

Back in Austin, the Davidsons are officially gone, and the Walkers are free to move back into their family ranch — but the homecoming has been anything but jovial. Walker’s absence has caused a tornado that has shifted everyone off course, forcing them to abandon their new paths and step back into the familiar shoes of waiting for him to come home. Walker’s traditional Texan father, Bonham (Mitch Pileggi, “The X-Files”), and the no nonsense matriarch of the family, Abeline (Molly Hagan, “Herman’s Head”), struggle to stay optimistic as the heartbreak in their family piles up. Former ADA and Walker’s younger brother, Liam (Keegan Allen, “Pretty Little Liars”), takes matters into his own hands to track down his brother – but only ends up adding to the storm. Still dealing with the sting of her birth mother’s arrest, Geri (Odette Annable, “Supergirl”) tries to be the person to lean on for the Walkers, but — unbeknownst to them — has her own past catching up with her as well.

Fresh off her high school graduation, Walker’s sharp and stubborn daughter Stella (Violet Brinson, “Sharp Objects”) makes a decision about her future that creates rifts with her similarly wayward brother, August (Kale Culley, “Me, Myself and I”), who is determined to step out of his sister’s shadow and be big man on campus this year.

At Ranger HQ — Walker’s razor-tongued rookie partner, Cassie (Ashley Reyes, “How I Met Your Father”), has already had one partner disappear and will go to any lengths not to repeat the past — even if it means breaking Ranger procedure. Despite it all, she stumbles into a connection with the pompously charming Chief of Staff to the Mayor – who is keen on getting to know her and fitting into her life. The stalwart Captain of the Austin Rangers, James (Coby Bell, “The Game”), busies himself working with their new recruit — human Swiss Army knife Trey (Jeff Pierre, “Once Upon a Time”) – as Trey struggles to prove himself worthy of being the only Ranger who hasn’t come up on the traditional path.

In season 3, a tragedy from Walker’s past will resurface, forcing the family to examine old wounds and internal rifts that threaten to tear them apart. After everything the Walkers have been through, are they their own worst enemy?

Source: KSite TV

Ooh! Sounds exciting! (Although, how many tragedies are there in Walker's past?)

LOL! "...human Swiss Army knife Trey..."

[popculturebrain]

‘S.W.A.T.’ Un-Canceled? Drama Starring Shemar Moore Eyes Resurrection At CBS

EXCLUSIVE: S.W.A.T. may be down but not out. The drama, which was canceled on Friday after six seasons, could come back for a seventh season on CBS, sources tell Deadline. Talks have continued over the weekend into Monday. The situation is still tenuous but there have been positive signs, I hear.

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[mimicksyou]

@ko3ak​   asked:

[GO] or [GIVE] 👀 I miss them

[   GO   ]      for   the   taller   muse   to   pick   up   the   shorter   one   and   carry   them   away   from   a   potential/just   started   fight.

𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚁   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝚃𝙾   𝙸𝙽𝚂𝙸𝚂𝚃   𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴   𝙷𝙰𝙳   𝙰   𝚆𝙰𝚈   𝙾𝙵   𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝙷𝙸𝙼.   in   actuality   it   was   more   like   he   found   it,   or   sought   it   out.   because   when   you’re   raised   in   the   storm,   with   the   crack   of   gunshots   in   the   air,   they   become   the   comfort   you   look   for.   to   be   bathed   in   the   carnage   and   chaos   of   the   things   he   brought   upon   himself.   a   storm   self   taught,   self   inflicted,   a   means   of   destroying   himself   that   he’s   absent   to   realizing.   and   here   he   is   again,   stumbling   on   his   speech   as   he   slurs   and   the   old   wounds   just   barely   healed   over.   a   busted   lip   that   still   stings   with   something   dull   and   the   familiar   taste   of   copper   in   his   mouth   when   his   tongue   swipes   ‘cross   his   lips.

𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻   𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚈   𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂,     a   storm   always   raging   and   never   too   far   off   that   starts   from   inside   of   him.   something   inherited   from   his   father,   beside   his   nature   for   running.   and   he   would   always   be   worn   after,   no   matter   how   many   fights   he   won   he   would   not   get   out   of   it   without   that   drunken   haze   of   a   feeling   like   victory,   substituted   for   his   own   self   love.   something   with   a   powerful   feeling   but   a   nasty   sort   of   aftertaste   that   he   crumbles   to   every   time.   but   perhaps   tonight   wasn’t   the   night   for   it,   one   of   the   first   times   sokol   had   placed   a   hand   on   his   shoulder   to   try   and   still   him,   and   he   stayed   ---   he   tried   to   ---   𝚑𝚎   𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙳   𝚃𝙾.   tried   his   best   to   sit   and   stay   but   when   that   stranger   had   to   mouth   off   once   more   he   had   to   bite.   twist   against   flesh   in   his   own   manner   as   he   stands   so   harshly   the   chair   falls   over   behind   him   and   the   movements   to   follow   are   too   quick   to   manage.

𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙲𝙺   𝙾𝙵   𝙰   𝙶𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚂   𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁’𝚂   𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴,   and   the   fine   thick   crystal   crumbles.   no   problems   to   him,   not   even   as   he   uses   that   continuous   movement   to   throw   them   to   the   floor.   yet   before   he   could   continue   a   tirade   of   drunken   rage   and   misguided   anger,   he   finds   arms   ‘round   his   midsection   and   his   weight   is   easily   lifted   to   be   carried   out.   spitting   obscenities   the   entire   time,   the   group   of   strangers   hover   over   their   fallen   comrade   with   shock   and   concern.   while   the   rest   of   which   shoo   the   duo   from   the   bar.

❛   he   fuckin’   started   it.   I’m   tellin’   you   he   fuckin’   started   it.   ❜

𝙱𝚄𝚃   𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙽   𝚆𝙷𝚈   𝙳𝙸𝙳   𝙷𝙴   𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂   𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴   𝚃𝙾   𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙸𝚂𝙷   𝙸𝚃?   to  escalate,   to   ruin   whatever   good   evening   they   had.   lest   they   were   at   a   restaurant   too   rich   for   his   blood,   but   then   ...   was   he   even   there   at   all.   more   like   a   skittish   animal   wrapped   in   clothes   he   always   deemed   too   good   for   him.   twinges   ‘pon   the   desolate   shame   that   always   comes   around   after   he’s   set   down   outside   the   bar   and   sways.   a   reminder   :   𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁 !   𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽𝙴𝚁 !   𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚂   𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝚈𝙾𝚄   𝙳𝙾 !

❛   sorry,   I   jus’   --   ❜

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃   𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳   𝙷𝙴   𝚂𝙰𝚈?

[   GIVE   ]   for   the   shorter   muse   to   stand   or   climb   to   sit   on   a   higher   surface   to   demand   a   kiss   from   the   taller   one.

𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁   𝙾𝙵   𝙷𝙸𝚂   𝙾𝚆𝙽   𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃   𝚆𝙰𝚂   ...   𝙰   𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁   𝙾𝙽𝙴.   often   the   source   of   many   jokes,   whether   it   be   from   the   imposing   forces   of   S.W.A.T,   or   his   very   own   crew.   either   way,   it   undoubtedly,   and   without   fail,   earned   the   ire   of   the   smaller   man.   however,   there   were   moments   that   offered   much   needed   reprieve   for   him.   the   way   he   fit   so   perfectly   within   the   embrace   of   Sokol,   the   way   his   lover   would   dip   downwards   and   steal   kisses   while   Miller’s   heart   thrummed   harshly   in   his   chest.   all   those   moments   spent   cooing   and   crooning   to   one   another,   feeling   like   for   once   in   his   life   he   perfectly   fit.  

𝙽𝙾𝚆,   𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃   𝚂𝙾   𝙷𝙰𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙴𝙳   𝚃𝙾   𝙱𝙴   𝙾𝙽𝙴   𝙾𝙵   𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚂𝙴   𝙼𝙾𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃𝚂.   a   smirk   donned   on   his   lips,   telltale   quirk   of   dimples   ---   softened   grooves   of   delight   in   his   cheeks   to   signify   that   he   had   something   in   store.   hoisting   himself   up   to   sit   atop   the   counter   next   to   where   sokol   stood,   he   finds   himself   trying   to   catch   his   gaze.   twinging   of   his   lips   as   he   finally   garners   his   attention   and   his   hands   begin   their   movement,   the   one   closest   to   his   lover   shifting   along   his   chest   and   hooking   two   fingers   ‘round   the   tie   affixed   to   the   front   of   his   gore   stained   suit.   they’d   certainly   need   to   get   that   cleaned,   but   for   now   ...   a   light   tug,   and   that   familiar   lopsided   grin   quirks   upon   Miller’s   lips   as   he   coos   softly.

❛   c’mere   ...   been   too   far   away   from   me   all   day.   need   more   of   you.   ❜

𝚂𝙾𝙵𝚃𝙻𝚈   𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽,   not   that   he   cared   if   anyone   heard.   the   fluttering   of   his   heart   and   those   eyes   softening   further,   while   his   gaze   catches   upon   his   lover’s   lips.   any   food   sokol   was   making   could   surely   wait   a   moment   or   two,   after   all,   they   had   anything   they   could   ever   need   now   didn’t   they?

prompt.   /   accepting.

[ao3feed-chicagofire]

they call it meet-cute (maybe it should just be a meeting)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0CNwrRx

by MadHare0512

"They call it a meet-cute," she whispers, lips curling around the words as they pull into a smile. A soft chuckle slips from her mouth easily, as if it hadn't been a conscious decision made. "Well," she continues. "Maybe, it should just be a meeting."

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OR: you know the stories of the source content, but the CC is a little different (additional warnings in the summaries of each chapter)

Words: 1442, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 38 of How Two LAPD Officers And One Firefighter Accidently Become The Most Powerful People on Earth

Fandoms: The Chaos Crew - Fandom, S.W.A.T. (TV 2017), NCIS, NCIS: New Orleans, One Chicago, Chicago Fire, Chicago PD (TV), Chicago Med, Grimm (TV), The Umbrella Academy (TV), The Originals (TV), NCIS: Los Angeles

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi

Characters: Jim Street, Christina "Chris" Alonso, Donovan Rocker, Victor Tan, Erika Rogers, Bonnie Lonsdale, Eric Beale, G Callen, Matthew Casey, Kelly Severide, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz, Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Connor Rhodes (Chicago Med), Kevin Atwater, Kim Burgess, Adam Ruzek, Nick Burkhardt, Rosalee Calvert, Monroe (Grimm), Anthony DiNozzo, Jimmy Palmer, Nick Torres, Diego Hargreeves, Eudora Patch, Klaus Hargreeves, Elijah Mikaelson, Christopher LaSalle, Sebastian Lund, Dwayne "King" Pride, Other Characters Mentioned

Relationships: Christina "Chris" Alonso/Bonnie Lonsdale/Donovan Rocker/Erika Rogers/Jim Street/Victor Tan, Eric Beale/G Callen, Matthew Casey/Kelly Severide, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz/Jay Halstead, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Kevin Atwater/Kim Burgess/Adam Ruzek, Nick Burkhardt/Rosalee Calvert/Monroe, Anthony DiNozzo/Jimmy Palmer/Nick Torres, Diego Hargreeves/Eudora Patch, Klaus Hargreeves/Elijah Mikaelson, Christopher LaSalle/Sebastian Lund/Dwayne "King" Pride

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, chaos crew - Freeform, Getting Together, Meet-Cute, Established Relationship, Pre-Relationship, Developing Relationship, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Communication, Song Lyrics, song-fic, Inspired by Music, The Author Regrets Nothing, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Soulmates, Romantic Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/0CNwrRx

[jgvfhl]

Anakin: Padmé wanted to thank you all for the flowers, and the cards, and  cupcakes. And the... "Senate Guard" strippergram.

Fives: Was he awesome?

Anakin: Let's just say he was well-oiled and completely inappropriate. But I haven't seen her laugh like that in a long time.

[streakyglasses]

whatever here that's left of me

"The pain is as immediate as the loss of control Chris feels over her own body. "

Or, Chris gets hit with the VX and in the following days her and the team recover.

S.W.A.T (2017)

Rated T

Warnings/Tags: Graphic description of injury/illness, hurt/comfort, angst with a happy ending, team as family, mentions of/scenes in hospital.

Read here

[fluentmoviequoter]

S.W.A.T. (CBS Series)

David 'Deacon' Kay x fem!reader

✧ blurbs and celebration fics

A Day Off with Deacon

2.1k+ words | wife!reader | fluff | You enjoy a fluffy day off with Deacon.

Confessions of a SWAT Team

2.9k+ words | SWAT!reader | angst to fluff | You and Deacon fell in love with each other, but didn't tell anyone. When officers closer to your age begin flirting with you, Deacon grows distant and won't tell you why.

Worried for You

2.3k+ words | angst/fluff | You worry about Deacon, but he doesn't know how it feels to be unsure and scared. When you're involved in a school shooting, he learns what you deal with daily.

A New Kind of Fear

2.1k+ words | angst/fluff | When 20 David completes a raid with narcotics, they stumble upon a stalker. The unknown suspect has been watching you, and now Deacon must find him while dealing with the fear you've grown used to.

What We Say When We're Sick

1.8k+ words | sick fic, fluff | Deacon takes care of you when you're sick, and you feverishly confess your feelings for him. Deacon is left to wonder if you feel the same when you're healthy.

Long Distance to the Future

1.3k+ words | fluff | You, Deacon's long-distance girlfriend, surprise him in LA, and then surprise him again with good news.

How Does He Know that You Love Him?

1.7k+ words | fluff, brief angst | Deacon worries about the age gap between you, but you repeatedly prove that you love him, no matter your ages.

The Kay Princesses

2.2k+ words | fluff | Lila's POV | Deacon introduces you to his kids over dinner and game night.

They Know Deacon Loves You (5+1)

3.5k+ words | SWAT!reader | fluff | 5 times someone realizes Deacon loves you, and the 1 time he realizes for himself.

Bloody Work

3.2k words | slight angst, fluff (period fic) | Your ex left deep scars, and when you unexpectedly get your period with Deacon, he comforts you and shows you how wrong your ex was.

The Real Us

2.7k+ words | fluff | You go under cover with Deacon while you're both hiding your feelings for each other. While acting as a couple, you realize that you don't want to pretend ever again.

Undo It

5.2k+ words | angst to fluff | SWAT!reader | You get abducted on your way home and won't talk to anyone after you're saved. Deacon vows to undo all the damage done to you.

My Home

4.5k+ words | angst/fluff | You are Deacon's favorite neighbour, but when you start receiving threats, he notices a change in you. While he and his team search for answers, you are attacked. Deacon returns home to find you and come to some realizations of his own.

20-David on a Plane

3.2k+ words | fluff | 20-David flies to Washington DC, and along the way, you learn why Deacon can comfort you so easily.

Blue and Red

2.7k+ words | angst to fluff | firefighter!reader | You are a firefighter who has a unique rivalry with Sergeant Deacon Kay. When you're injured while working together, Deacon learns why the rivalry started.

Love (Both of) You

4.6k+ words | hurt/comfort | pregnant!reader | After telling your husband you're pregnant, he kicks you out. Going to your best friend Luca's house, you find an unexpected source of comfort in Deacon Kay.

Don't Touch Her

3.0k+ words | angst to fluff | You and Deacon are abducted by men who want revenge on you. After Deacon is forced to watch them hurt you, it is up to him to comfort you and keep you calm.

Hot or Cold

2.7k+ words | angst to fluff & hurt/comfort | You work in a coffee shop, and when you are trapped in the fridge during a robbery, you can only hope that your boyfriend Deacon will find you.

Hectic Relief

2.2k+ words | fluff | wife & teacher!reader | After a long week of teaching and protecting Los Angeles, you and Deacon find comfort in one another.

Sweet as You

1.4k+ words | fluff | baker!wife!reader | You visit the LAPD to drop off some baked goods and to visit your husband. Mostly to visit your husband.

Robbery

1.2k+ words | fluff | wife!reader | You're in a jewelry store when a robbery occurs. You text Deacon, and he proves that he will always come to save you.

Your Biggest Fan

1.1k+ words | fluff | ballerina!wife!reader | Deacon brings his whole team to watch you dance, and then promises to be by your side, no matter where you go.

Lockdown

2.8k+ words | fluff, comfort | While covering a court hearing, you get taken hostage with your favorite S.W.A.T. sergeant.

Best (Fake) Boyfriend

2.0k+ words | fluff | When you receive unwanted attention at a fancy restaurant, a handsome SWAT sergeant pretends to be your boyfriend to help you.

You Weren't Supposed to Hear That

1.6k+ words | fluff | shy!wife!reader | After years of trying, you get pregnant. With Deacon's birthday coming up, you decide to surprise him with the news, but he catches on to your nervousness and you accidentally tell him more than you mean to.

You Weren't Supposed to Know That 2.7k+ words | angst to fluff | Deacon is stressed with work and you are shyer than ever, so you don't tell him how sick your pregnancy is making you. When you collapse while home alone, you call Luca and he and Deacon rush to your aid.

Favors and Broken Promises

3.0k+ words | angst to fluff | journalist!reader | When you begin receiving death threats while writing an article on a dirty cop, Deacon Kay reluctantly agrees to protect you. He makes the situation worse before it gets better.

Soft Spot

3.4k+ words | angst to fluff | shy!assistant!reader | When you're kidnapped and used as a pawn, Deacon sets out to find you. Once you're tied up together, he changes his goals regarding your safety, finding a soft spot in the kidnappers and himself.

First and Second Steps

1.2k+ words | fluff | Deacon has missed a lot of important moments, but when you surprise him at work, he gets to watch his baby's first and second steps.

You're Safe

1.2k+ words | fluff | wife!SWAT!reader | Being on the same S.W.A.T. team as your husband provides plenty of opportunities to protect one another and share words of affirmation.

Our Songs

1.0k+ words | fluff | Deacon sings your song every chance he gets, but when he finds out why you love to hear him sing, he introduces more Sinatra into your life.

Every Day After

6.6k+ words | angst to fluff | shy!SWAT!reader | You are Deacon's best friend, and when you're poisoned and nearly killed, his protective tendencies make an appearance as he stays by your side to help you heal.

Because of My Family

4.0k+ words | angst to fluff | wife!Street!SWAT!reader | When you return to S.W.A.T. after having your fourth child, you are fatally injured. Your family gives you a reason to fight.

Think Different, Love the Same

3.9k+ words | fluff | When 20-Squad begins dealing with an activist group, Deacon falls for you, the group's leader.

Blurbs

✵ David Kay!

[ncisfranchise-source]

CBS BY THE NUMBERS

The Network’s Series Have Led the Broadcast Pack Since February New Season Premieres, Winning Six Nights a Week and Holding 14 of the Top 20 Non-Sports Programs

CBS has led the four broadcasters since its February new season premieres, winning six nights a week (Monday-Tuesday and Thursday-Sunday). CBS is also home to 14 of the top 20 non-sports programs on television, including the top four most-watched programs. (Source: Nielsen, NPM, 02/12/24-04/14/24, Most Current Data)

CBS BY THE NUMBERS:

Six nights a week, CBS wins the night – Monday-Tuesday and Thursday-Sunday.

Six nights a week, CBS beats competition in the 10:00 PM hour, leading into late local news:

Monday +2.32 million vs closest competitor 

Tuesday +2.80 million vs closest competitor

Thursday +1.45 million vs closest competitor

Friday +3.60 million vs closest competitor

Saturday +1.37 million vs closest competitor

Sunday +996,000 vs closest competitor

Fourteen of the top 20 non-sports programs are on CBS (see table above).

Top Four Series

#1 TRACKER

#2 NCIS

#3 YOUNG SHELDON

#4 FBI

#1 New Series TRACKER

#2 New Series ELSBETH

Double-Digit Increases – Both new shows outperform year ago fall time period averages:

TRACKER is up +85%

ELSBETH is up +25%

#1 News Program 60 MINUTES

Live+35-day multiplatform viewership for CBS primetime series since the February new season premieres are also up +12% year-over-year. (Based on Nielsen data + internal streaming data for Paramount+ and CBS digital apps).

Highlights from CBSlive+35-day multiplatform viewership:

Four series delivered audiences of 12 million or more viewers:

TRACKER, YOUNG SHELDON, NCIS and GHOSTS

Six series scored 11 million or more viewers:

TRACKER, YOUNG SHELDON, NCIS, GHOSTS, FBI and FIRE COUNTRY

Ten series hit 10 million or more viewers:

TRACKER, YOUNG SHELDON, NCIS, GHOSTS, FBI, FIRE COUNTRY, BLUE BLOODS, ELSBETH, THE EQUALIZER and NCIS: HAWAI’I

Double-Digit Increases – Nearly every CBS primetime series is posting YoY gains in multiplatform viewing with five series posting double-digit gains.

TRACKER is up +137% from the year ago program in the time period

ELSBETH is up +52% from the year ago program in the time period

YOUNG SHELDON is up +19% YoY

NCIS is up +11% 

S.W.A.T. is up +11%

(Source: Multiplatform data: NPM AA, Live+35, 2/11/2024-3/3/2024 includes VOD 8+; CBS and Paramount Global internal data, AMA for first 35 days of FEP on Paramount+ and CBS TVE [CBS.com and CBS app] including co-view for CTV viewing. Comparison versus year ago same number of episodes from season premiere onward).