#we got the homicidal sniper | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

mara-tevith-solo · 1 year

Text

Sing a Little Song For Me

Part 2 of several drabbles that are in no particular order so enjoy.

Warnings: Mentions of death, Mentions of dead bodies, Canon levels of violence, canon levels of war, foul-mouthed MC, child kidnapping, Quaritch is still his own warning, enemies to lovers, English is my first language but I suck at it

Photo not mine

Pairing: eventual Colonel Miles Quaritch x Na’vi/Avatar named f!reader/oc appearance not really described

Rated 18+ kids

Words: 1.1k+

I didn't care if they could hear me as I crashed through the foliage after them, keeping up with them just enough to not lose them "Spider!" I called, not caring that there was desperation in my voice in front of the enemy.

"Mom!" He yelled back, his voice ragged as he grunted like he was struggling. "Mom!" He called again before a hail of bullets forced me to find cover, even at the cost of ground. "No! Leave her alone! Mom!" Spider called desperately, sounding like he was struggling harder.

"Enough!" Quaritch barked as a dropship lowered enough for them to leave on it.

I sprinted to close the distance in a last ditch attempt to get him back, not caring about the chances that I'd get shot "No! Spider!" I cried as Quaritch made it up onto the dropship with Spider, smiling ferally down at me for a moment, a moment that I took full advantage of as I knocked an arrow, pulling it back and loosing it with just enough aim to be confident there was no way in hell it was hitting Spider. Quaritch quickly dodged with wide fearful eyes, the arrow imbedding itself where his head had been not a blink prior as I snarled up at him, someone forming a voiceless curse before the dropship was cruising away at speed. I stewed the entire jog back to the shack, plotting the best way to get Spider back from the genocidal maniac turned avatar pilot. Out of all the facts I had at that moment, the fact that Colonel Miles Quaritch, xenophobic homicidal asshole turned bogeyman we used to scare children into behaving, was back from the dead, and in a Na'vi body to boot. Karma was a hilarious bitch sometimes.

I looted the bodies by the shack, they certainly didn't need the kit, and we needed every little bit we could get. I didn't bother to look at any of their faces or tags as I collected useful bits and bobs, guns and ammunition finding their way over my shoulders and slung across my hips, fanny packs of medicine and bandages and other little things also found their way around my torso. I finished out the hunt with the sniper rifle, taking every round the Avatar had on his person before finally leaving, back to the clearing so that Thor could actually land. "Where have you been?" Jake hissed like an over worried mother as soon as Thor was settled on the perch, his ears back as his eyes studied me with concern and frustration.

"Took a shot at Colonel Dick-For-Brains and then looted a bit. Got some good stuff, they gave the best shit to those losers." I smiled tightly at him as I began to unload my person, keeping the sniper rifle and equipment away from the general pile so that it wouldn't get carried off.

"I'm being serious, Ani!" He snapped at me, latching onto the anger I had given him.

"I am too, Jake!" I snarled right back, wheeling around to face him head on, stepping over the small pile of spoils to gain ground, making him back away in alarm. I'd never acted that way towards him, had never snapped so aggressively at him. He raised his hands in surrender and backed up further, letting me have the space I so desperately needed. My shoulders were heaving with deep angry breaths that quickly changed into barely contained sobs "He took Spider, Jake. He took him, and I couldn't save him." Sobs leaked out as I spoke, tears pouring down my face as I tried physically holding myself together "He's gonna torture him! Oh god! Oh Eywa!" Like the last fiber of an old rope, my resolve snapped, leaving me a sobbing mess. Jake was instantly collecting me in a hug, shushing me as best as he could.

"I know, I know." He murmured into my hair "Kiri told us. She's really broken up about it." I nodded mutely, no longer able to trust my voice. "He's a strong kid, got a double dose of stubborn from his parents, and he's resourceful. He'll be alright, I can almost promise it." He reassured me, saying all the right things to give me hope. Neither of us spoke for a few minutes, both enjoying the comfort the other brought while it lasted "We're leaving the Omaticaya, they want you and I, and they won't stop until either they have us, or we're dead. And they'll kill anyone and everyone to get to us." My stomach dropped with his words as I pulled away from him, knowing that he was right "We started this, all those years ago--"

"They started it," I cut him off firmly, leaving no room for argument "and we finished it. We can finish it again." I sniffed, wiping my tears away with newfound determination "I hope this bastard pre-wrote his own eulogy again." I growled at no one in particular, resolved to kill him again and again, as many times as needed until humanity got the hint and fucked right off.

Jake smiled tiredly, nodding as he clapped me on the shoulder "I'll arrange everything with the Clan, pass the mantle." I could see the pain it caused him to leave the people who had accepted us so firmly, who we'd fought and bled beside battle after battle. But it was our duty to keep them safe, no matter the cost to ourselves. I nodded, gripping his forearm until he was pulling away. Thor cooed on his roost and I bit my lip in displeasure, knowing that I was going to miss him terribly.

He seemed to know something was wrong as soon as I was back in his sight line, cocking his head to the side slightly and not taking his eyes off of me as I closed the distance, pace by pace. As soon as I was close enough, one of my braids was between his beak, just holding it aloft gently as he watched me expectantly, cooing softly at my forlorn expression "I have to leave with my family, to keep the People safe. The humans want Jake and I, and they won't stop until they have us." I sighed and closed my eyes, not bearing to keep meeting his gaze, instead brushing his muzzle tenderly "I'm not going to ask you to come with me. I'm not going to ask you to leave your home." I announced firmly, though I still couldn't look at him without wanting to cry. He dropped my braid and tapped me with a kuru, searching for mine, wanting to communicate more solidly. As soon as tsaheylu was made, he was adamant about not leaving my side, that if I was in danger, he'd be there for every little bit of it. I met his gaze with tears falling down my cheeks, making him coo as he gently brought me in against his chest for a sort of embrace. "Thank you." I sniffled, hiding my face near one of his chest vents. I didn't want anyone else to see me cry, not there, not then.

#miles quaritch #miles quaritch x reader #Miles Quaritch x oc #na'vi reader #jake sully #toruk makto #enemies to lovers #soulmates

211 notes · View notes

rk8connorzz · 2 years

Text

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢 // "𝔡𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔰𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱?"

August 15th, 2038. The crime scene of a deviant named Daniel standing atop a roof, a little girl in his pale arms. A gun pointed against the poor child's left temple. The crime scene was full of fully equipped officers with their guns trained on the deviant's location. Captain Allen of the SWAT team hollered at his phone. Something about an android being sent to negotiate with the blonde deviant. I was a detective assigned to the scene of the homicide. The corpse of John Phillips, the father of the hostage, stayed dormant next to the couch. I waited patiently away from the fire of the android out on the balcony for the android to negotiate. My arms were crossed in with each other across my chest. The muffled sobs of the mother were the only thing I could concentrate on. "No, please! I can't leave her!" The mother yelled, and yelled, and yelled. She never seemed to stop, even though I think she knew there was no convincing them. "Negotiator on sight. I repeat, negotiator on sight." An agent waiting in front of the elevator said into his walky-talky. My half-lidded eyes shot up in an emotion similar to excitement. I was curious. What model would they be? Is it their first time doing this? Will they have enough time to save the hostage?

"Please! You have to save my little girl!... Wait. You're sending an android? You... You can't do that! You w-why aren't you sending a real person?! Keep that thing away from my daughter!" She yelled at the tall man who just arrived at the scene. He didn't seem to ring any bell. Not a PL600. Not a JB300. He seemed new, like a new model Cyberlife recently created. His eyes glow a beautiful shade of brown. He wore a dark suit. The model number read 'RK800'. The light shone so well onto his figure, making him look as if he was glowing. One strand of hair flew over his forehead while the rest was slicked back. A few freckles were placed on his face. On his cheeks and his forehead mostly. He walked over to Captain Allen. My eyes still rested upon him. I was almost mesmerized by his mere presence.

"Captain Allen. My name is Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife?" He first introduced himself. Connor, huh? "It's firing at everything that moves. It already shot down two of my men. We could easily get it but they're at the edge of the balcony. If it falls, she falls." The conversation was short-lived between the two men. The captain then got into Connor's face. He seemed unfazed by his closeness. As if.. he was already used to it.

He began to walk in my direction. "Detective. My name is Connor. I'm the andro-" "I know who you are, Connor." I cut him off. "Oh. All right. Do you know what happened?" The barely taller man rested a soft smile upon his angelic lips. "Yeah. The deviant's name is Daniel. He and the hostage were both very close. The deviant must've found out he was going to get replaced by another android. That's what must've triggered him to become deviant. He then grabbed the father's gun in the bedroom and shot the father while he was on the couch. The mother called the police and the deviant took the child hostage on the balcony until the police came. You're free to look around." His mellow attitude mixed with his almost hypnotizing gaze made it seemingly impossible for me to look away. Was it clear my face got hotter while he inched closer toward me? Is it noticeable that I'm nervous? "Thank you, Detective." He gave me one short nod before wandering off to negotiate with Daniel.

His arm got grazed by the incoming bullet shot from the handgun. No pain was upon his cold stare. "Hi, Daniel! My name is Connor!" "How... How do you know my name?!" "I know a lot of things about you. I've come to get you out of this!" A helicopter arrived, hovering over the balcony. Multiple snipers were aimed directly at Daniels's torso and head. The helicopter blew water out of the pool onto the remainder of the balcony. Connor began explaining how Daniel feels and what may have triggered it, inching closer as he did so. I watched in awe and anticipation. The new android intrigued me. I attempted to shrug off this feeling. I haven't experienced this type of feeling for another being for so long, and I've barely known this person. It almost frightened me. I was.. scared? I didn't want him to get closer to Daniel on the off chance that he'll be shot. I didn't realize I was spacing out until the deviant groaned loudly, flailing his arm around. "I can't take that noise anymore! Tell that helicopter to get out of here!" Daniel demanded Connor. Connor moved his arms while facing the helicopter, signaling it to go. "There. I did what you asked." Daniel seemed to trust Connor more with everything that he was told. "You have to trust me, Daniel! Let the hostage go and I promise you, everything will be all right!" Huh. He seemed as if he's done this before. Assistant police androids have existed for a while now but as far as I'm aware, this is the first time an android has been playing an active role in criminal investigations. I spaced out again. Of course. Though I wanted to pay attention, the new android seemed to be a little more important in my book. "All right. I trust you." Bad idea, Daniel.

One bullet straight to the right side of his torso as soon as he let go of the hostage. One to the right side of his head. Then one to his left cheek. He dropped down onto his knees, dark blue thirium dripping out of every single large bullet wound visible upon his skin. "You lied to me, Connor. You lied to me." His voice got more distorted as he continued. Until he eventually shut down. Connor began walking back to the elevator, officers flooding onto the balcony. I leaned my body back up to meet Connor's pace. "Hey." I attempted to get his attention. Thankfully, it worked. "Mind if I walk with you?" He shook his head from side to side. It felt like my presence.. inconvenienced him. Like I was just adding more onto his plate. "Was that your first time negotiating?" "Yes. I was only activated earlier to be sent out to this scene." I scoffed slightly, almost not believing him. "Huh. You seemed to handle that situation perfectly." "Thank you, Detective." We stood in silence until the elevator doors opened. The tension of what just unfolded still lingered in the air, overstaying its welcome. The ding that came from the elevator broke almost silence. We both stepped into the elevator in complete harmony. Connor reached into the pocket of his jeans to pull out a quarter. He began to fiddle with it. Flipping it from his thumb into the air, and then again, until bringing both of his hands to his sides to hit the coin from his hands, he was getting ready to get another trick before the elevator dinged once more. "So.. I'll see you later?" I said. "I look forward to it." He didn't sound like he meant it. He walked away, then disappeared into the night. A sigh escaped my lips. I stepped out of the elevator. The rain began to pick up, wetting my hair. I didn't have anything to shield myself from the rain as I wasn't aware that it was going to rain. I looked down in defeat.

I haven't truly felt anything like that in what seems to be years. My only hope of finally being someone different is gone and wants nothing to do with me. How pathetic is that? I reached into my front pocket to bring out my car keys. I didn't park far away from the scene, but I didn't want to be near all of the cop cars. The wet plops of my boots hitting the damp concrete were heard as well as the sound of the rain hitting the ground. After around 3 minutes of walking, I reached my car. I was unbelievably tired, but I had no hope of actually sleeping.

-Time Skip-

I arrived home around 15 minutes ago. I still had my initial outfit on, other than my black jacket. I lay on my dark bed. My eyes stared absentmindedly at the chipping paint covering my ceiling. My chest racks with every deep shiver I take. I felt dormant. I couldn't stop thinking of him, no matter how hard I try. My mind just drifts back to Connor. Why? I'm probably never going to meet him again. He could never even feel the same about me. Sweat dribbled down my brow, and the heat of my room set in. I couldn't seem to move despite how badly I wanted to. My limbs just never moved an inch. I felt angry, empty, lost, but so in.. love? Is this love? I can't believe it. I got attached to someone who could never reciprocate those feelings. He's an android.

Just an android.

#connor x reader #connor dbh #connor anderson #connor #detroit become human #dbh #dbh fanfic #dbh connor #rk800 #connor rk800 #dbh rk800

41 notes · View notes

starwarstbbfan · 2 years

Text

THE BAD BATCH: THE RUNAWAY

Chapter 53 - Forgiveness and a Promotion

Hope ya'll like this chapter!! The beginning and ending are kinda sad, but there's some happy moments in between and funny moments as well!

○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○

When Tech, Hunter, and Wrecker got back, they didn't expect to find Crosshair brooding in the cockpit, waiting impatiently for his brothers to come back and Callista nowhere in sight. Hunter didn't bother hiding his exasperation.

"How on earth did you get out?" Hunter demanded, flabbergasted that his master plan had failed. It was foolproof, he'd been sure of it. Now the Sergeant was embarrassed. But if Crosshair thought Hunter was an idiot, it wasn't for the half-baked plan of his, it was for what being locked in a dark room did to Calli and despite being frustrated with the teen, he was more furious with his brothers for putting her through that. He hated seeing his siblings suffer and had an especially soft spot for Calli (though if anyone said as much, he'd deny it).

Standing up, Crosshair took two large steps that put him right in front of Hunter and Crosshair was thankful he had a few inches on his brother which allowed him to slightly tower ober the Sergeant, who's shoulder he shoved harshly while half yelling "You're all di'kuts!". Hunter sighed and nodded, expecting a reaction like this from his brother, and also still being annoyed that it didn't work.

"Yeah, I guess it was too much to hope that locking you two in a room would solve everything." He said and Crosshair snarled.

"That's not what I'm angry about." Crosshair said, visibly shaking with rage. Hunter noticed this, along with Tech and Wrecker, and the atmosphere changed instantly as they took Crosshair's behavior more seriously. This wasn't the normal cranky Crosshair; something was obviously wrong. The Sergeant's eyes did a quick search of the room before landing back on his brother, his expression serious.

"Where's Calli?" For a brief moment Hunter feared that his brother had actually committed homicide. Crosshair wasn't capable of killing someone in cold blood, was he? At least not one of their own? Crosshair jabbed his thumb in the direction of the bunks.

"In the room, recovering from the anxiety attack you caused by locking us in the dark and then leaving!" Recognition dawned on Tech's features, his quick and brilliant mind able to put two and two together about what Crosshair said, and then guilt was quick to follow as he looked away in shame, while Hunter and Wrecker remained confused. The former was also relieved to know that his brother hadn't murdered Calli - honestly, he felt that Calli would have a better chance at murdering the sniper as opposed to the other way around. But he'd of course never say that to Crosshair. Still, it didn't quite register what the sniper was saying.

"I don't... I don't understand how that could have made Calli panic." Hunter said flatly and Crosshair folded his arms and gave Hunter a cryptic look.

"Think. Think real hard, Hunter." Crosshair watched as the cogs turned in the Sergeant's head, but after a few tense seconds his brother merely shook his head, not coming up with anything. Crosshair was merciful enough to give him a hint to jog his memory, "Where did we rescue Calli - the second time?" Eyebrows drawing together, Hunter still didn't understand... at first. But when it hit him, his face then mirrored Tech's reaction only a minute before that, then his eyes closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head, becoming guilt-ridden.

"Kriff." He swore under his breath, yet everyone heard, and Crosshair let out a harsh scoff, also nodding.

"Kriff is right! How could it not have occurred to you -" Crosshair chastised, then his heated gaze was directed to Tech, who stood behind the Sergeant, on his right. "-or you! You're supposed to be the smartest one here!" Tech tried to defend himself.

"I apologize that it did not occur to me-"

"Oh, shut it!" Tech's mouth clamped shut, and his lips were now pressed into a thin line as he again felt shame for hurting Calli. As did Wrecker. Hunter did too, but when Crosshair snapped at Tech, he felt the need to defend his youngest brother.

"Hey, he made a mistake - " Hunter paused, then sighed and corrected himself, "-no, I did. It was my idea and I made Tech and Wrecker follow along with it. It was a spur of the moment decision, and I didn't think it through all the way. But how was I supposed to know it would backfire? Calli never talks about her time on Kamino, so none of us have an exact list of what might trigger her and what won't." Crosshair was now glaring daggers at Hunter as a fresh wave of anger overtook him.

"If you're putting the blame on Calli-"

"I'm not." Hunter asserted, his temper becoming short, and he matched Crosshair's glare with a hard stare of his own while saying the next couple sentences, "You need to calm down and stop putting words in my mouth. I'll talk to Calli and fix this."

"You better. Because if the long necks get even the slightest suspicion that Calli is unstable, they'll put her out of commission. She might not be experimented on, but we all know she'd be miserable being a maintenance clone like 99 was or something equally as demeaning. It'll kill her, maybe not physically but her spirit will. Do you want that for her?" Up until now Hunter had been cool and collected, but Crosshair's insinuation that he didn't care about Calli's well being struck a nerve and his hands tightened into fists.

"Do you really think I'd let her go back to Kamino? I'd do everything in my power to keep her here with us. Quit jumping to conclusions." Hunter was on the verge of shouting and drew in a long breath to calm himself, "I understand you're upset but turning on us won't help the situation. This conversation is over." Hunter turned to the two clones behind him, "Tech, Wrecker, get this ship flying so we can make it to the rendezvous on time." The pair nodded and Hunter then faced Crosshair once more, "You go find somewhere to cool off. I'll go talk to Calli." Crosshair was still beyond furious, but he stiffly nodded, wanting to be away from his brothers for the time being.

"Yes, Sergeant." Crosshair spat out, wanting to get the last word in and he harshly bumped shoulders with Hunter on his way out of the room, not even bothering to ask what Hunter had meant by making it to a rendezvous

Unbeknownst to the four bickering brothers, Calli had been eavesdropping on the conversation, Crosshair's yelling drawing her out of the room. She remained hidden in the hallway and heard the last ¾ of the conversation, which included Crosshair defending her. Hearing him talk so emotionally and passionately about how being shipped back to Kamino would ruin her life and challenging Hunter - it basically screamed 'I care about this girl so much and don't want her to be taken away'. It was touching yet made Calli feel conflicted. A part of her wanted to push his harsh comments away and forgive Crosshair, but there was still a small part that wanted to continue being mad at him. But her internal war was cut short when Hunter ended the conversation and she darted back to the bunk room she shared with Hunter and Crosshair, not wanting to be caught.

Truth be told, Calli didn't feel like talking so upon reaching the room she dashed for her bed, slipping under the thin scratchy blanket and pulling it over her body while getting on her left side that allowed her to face away from the door. Her eyes barely closed when Hunter's footsteps entered the room, and she leveled her breathing so as to give the impression that she was sleeping and hoping that the Sergeant would leave her be.

"I know you're awake. Your heart's beating like you just ran a marathon." Curse his enhanced senses. Opening her eyes, Calli rolled them in annoyance and shifted to where she was laying on her back, yet she refused to look at Hunter, instead opting to stare at the roof of her bunk. She heard Hunter sigh and knew he was having trouble coming up with something to say. Secretly Calli enjoyed it, as a sort of pay back for putting her through what they did, though she also wished Cross hadn't said anything.

Hunter hesitated at first to talk, his eyes dadting this way and that as he wracked his brain for the right words to say. When they landed briefly on his bunk, a scowl made its way to his face when he saw a certain feline currently conked out on his bed, splayed out on his back and a faint snoring could be heard coming from the small creature. The poor thing must have been wiped out after the long hike, even if for the final hour or so he hung out on Wrecker's shoulder, taking in the sights. Hunter had been the one to suggest they bring him along, if anything to try and spend some time with the little monster and they could get to know each other because frankly he was tired of being hissed at everytime he dared be in the same room as the tooka. He was made to feel like an imposter when in fact it was Scruffy who imposed! The sheer entitlement baffled Hunter, but for Calli's sake he set his feelings aside and the cat and the Sergeant had seemed to reach a mutual understanding that for the foreseeable future they'd be roommates. Yet here was the result. Hunter bristled at the thought of cat fur being all over his sheets and blanket, and had to physically restrain himself from shouting at the cat to get off.

Focus on something else Hunter told himself and that brought him back to the other problem. Calli had yet to say anything so Hunter guessed he'd have to do the talking.

"Look, I know you heard all that. Let's just get this all out in the open." Hunter started, and he ran a tired hand down his face as he tried to think of the most diplomatic way to say the next part. He decided that point blank would probably be the only way to do it, "I'm tired of all the drama. I thought that locking the two of you up was the only way to get things back to normal. I didn't know it'd trigger you and cause you to have an anxiety attack. The was stupid on my part and I'm sorry - really really really sorry." Calli hummed.

"Three really's? Wow, I didn't even get one from Crosshair. You must feel pretty bad." Calli finally looked at Hunter and his guilty expression and nod backed up that statement. The corner of her mouth quirked up, showing that she wasn't angry at the Sergeant and silently telling him that it was ok and she wasn't mad at him. He'd been right in saying she never disclosed much info about those few weeks she was held captive and experimented on by the Kaminoans. It gave off the impression that maybe she wasn't as affected by what had happened, when in reality it kept her up on nights, either by nightmares or the anxious voice in her head that never seemed to shut up and it was harder to ignore at night when it was quiet. Hunter had no way of knowing, therefore Calli couldn't stay mad at him or Tech or Wrecker. She just wished the anxiety would go away. What Crosshair said about her being shipped back hit close to home, as it was one of her biggest fears. Hunter could sense something was still on her mind and took a tentative step closer to her bunk, and she looked up at him with an expression that was hard to read.

"What is it?" Hunter asked with a soft tone that surprised him, wondering if she'd confide in him or just clam up. It was always uncertain as to what she'd do. Sometimes she talked, other times not.

"Do you really think the Kaminoans would have me shipped back if they think I'm unstable or unfit for duty?" Calli asked in a small voice, and just saying that sent a chill down her spine. Hunter immediately shook his head.

"No, because I won't let that happen." Calli smiled wryly at him.

"What, are you gonna fight all the Kaminoans by yourself?" She joked and Hunter nodded, completely serious as he answered.

"If it comes down to it, yeah." Calli was taken aback by his determination to protect her, even more so as he continued. "No one is ever going to take you away from this squad. You belong here, don't ever let anyone make you think otherwise." Calli almost smiled at this declaration, but that stupid anxiety voice still put doubt in her mind.

"Even though I refuse to kill another living being?" She asked and Hunter's anger briefly flared - not at Calli but at Crosshair - and he went over and sat on the edge of Calli's bunk, looking at her with the gentlest expression he could muster himself to put on his face.

"Others might think it's a weakness, but I think you're stronger than everyone - even us - because of that." Callis head tilted, wondering how Hunter could possibly see it as that way and the Sergeant explained, "It's easy to blindly kill the enemy and forget them, in fact it's expected of us. But the fact that you don't, it makes you more unique than you already are. It gives you the upper hand in a way, because you think differently and do the unexpected. It's definitely given us the element of surprise, and you've really changed this squad's way of doing things - for the better. Our 100% success rate wouldn't be possible without you, and I'm not the only one who thinks that." Calli's eyebrows drew together in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out in a few hours." Hunter said mysteriously, making Calli squint her eyes at the man, but he didn't say anything else on the subject save for that she needed to be wearing her armor and looking presentable when they landed, which only furthered her curiosity.

○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

A few hours later...

Calli walked into the lounge, fully donned with her gear, helmet tucked under her right arm. Her hair was parted and put into two neat braids that were pinned up around the crown of her head.

She'd been perplexed when on finding her armor in the storage room, it had apparently been scrubbed and polished. It didn't take Calli long to figure out who had done it. Crosshair. The others didn't bother to clean their armor, the sniper being the only one who cared enough about his appearance to do it and a couple times he'd offered to do hers. Calli had never taken him up on the offer, but apparently, he felt guilty enough to do it as a surprise for her. It also might have something to do with whatever Hunter had planned. He hasn't given her any hints as to what it was, save for that it required them to leave the planet they were on.

Hunter met Calli in the middle of the room and made sure her posture was right and watched with puzzlement as the Sergeant did a once over of her appearance while tapping his chin. He then reached his other hand out and brushed an imaginary spot of dirt off her right shoulder pad. Calli knew it had to be in Hunter's imagination because Crosshair would never miss a spot.

"What are you doing?" Calli questioned, being slightly creeped out by the man's peculiar behavior.

"Just making sure your armor is clean." Hunter said simply, not really offering a good explanation and keeping Calli in the dark. Once the imaginary stain was gone and after finding no other invisible blemishes Hunter nodded with approval and patted both her shoulders while Calli remained in her spot, unable to comprehend what was going on. Since when did he care whether or not her armor was spotless? It was armor for force's sake and supposed to be dirty- a symbol of the hard work they did. By now Calli was far beyond being a simple "shiny", and each new dent or scratch was proof of that. It could go for a fresh coat of paint though; the stripes and other decals being scraped off little by little from normal wear and tear.

"You're kinda scaring me." Calli told him, finally finding her voice. Hunter frowned and tried to look innocent.

"Why? Can't a big brother make sure his little sister is looking her best?" He asked and Calli blinked.

"I guess... but the big brother is being weirdly vague about what is going on and it's really irritating the little sister."

"I don't want to spoil the surprise."

"I don't like surprises though." Calli countered.

"Well..." Hunter shrugged, "... tough." Calli clicked her tongue, begrudgingly accepting that she wasn't going to get anything out of Hunter, and she spun on her heels and headed for the cockpit where the others were.

Crosshair immediately was on edge when Calli entered the room and she hesitated at the threshold but decided that she'd had enough of the drama as well. So, she squared her shoulders and walked the rest of the way in, stopping beside the chair the sniper occupied and looking down at him expectantly.

Sensing her presence, Crosshair turned and looked up at the female clone with a raised eyebrow, and he was surprisingly nervous. He half expected her to strangle him.

"Get up." Calli ordered, and at first Crosshair wasn't going to, but he figured what the heck and did as tell. If he got punched or slapped, well worse things could happen. Without any warning Calli wrapped her arms around his middle (she couldn't quite reach his shoulders) in a hug. Much like when Calli hugged him after her emotional reunion with Boba, Crosshair tensed up from the contact, mostly because he wasn't expecting it. Last time they talked, Calli made it obvious she was still very much angry with him and now a few hours later she's hugging him? Is this what Tech calls 'mood swings'? "Thanks for cleaning my armor." Calli said just loud enough for him to hear.

Despite his confusion, Crosshair's demeanor softened as he came to the conclusion that this was Calli's way of saying she forgave him and he patted her back a few times and then Calli backed away, knowing that he wasn't a big fan of contact, but she just felt the need to hug him. Secretly she felt Crosshair's hugs were the best out of the four boys.

Calli gave Crosshair a small smile while tucking a loose piece of her hair behind her ear and Crosshair narrowed his eyes at the small spot that had been hidden behind the wisp of hair. Crosshair tittered and licked his thumb and much to Calli's horror he tried to rub off the spot on her face like a mother would. She dodged his hand with wide eyes and asked what the heck he was doing.

"Were you eating space waffles while getting ready?" he asked, ignoring her question and Calli - still very much horrified by what Crosshair tried to do - nodded reluctantly and he clicked his tongue again and shook his head in disapproval, "Don't you look in the mirror when you get ready? You've got a spot of syrup on your face." Crosshair tried again to wipe the spot off, but Calli caught his wrist.

"Ok, now you're acting weird like Hunter!" With a roll of his eyes, Crosshair freed his wrist and backed off, but suggested she go wipe the syrup off. Calli scoffed, then subtly grabbed her helmet and used the visor as a mirror as she cleaned her face.

What the heck is going on? Calli wondered.

A little while later they came out of hyperspace and through the viewport Calli saw that they were approaching a group of Republic Cruisers. Calli looked at her brothers, and she noticed that all of them had small smirks on their faces. The mystery was driving her crazy!

Despite the many questions she fired at the group while the ship landed and when they exited the vessel into the hangar, all she got were cryptic replies that offered little information.

The group got the usual stares as they made their way through the hanger - never leaving it Calli noticed. Calli was practically bursting with curiosity as to what was going on!

After going past a LAAT Gunship that had blast marks all over it, obviously it had recently been used in battle, the group stopped and from her spot Calli couldn't see what was in front of them that made them stop. The boys parted so Calli could make her way so she could, and she stopped short upon seeing two rows of clones about a hundred feet ahead, ten on each side, standing at attention with their helmets tucked under their arms.

At the end of the row facing the path created by the clones are General's Skywalker and Kenobi, and on either side their respective superiors were Captain Rex and Commander Cody. All of them had small smiles on their faces and when Calli looked back at her team she saw that they too had similar expressions, even Crosshair, though his was almost nonexistent but you could see more of the emotion in his eyes. They were all looking at her with... pride?

"What-What's going on?" Calli asked, glancing back at the group of regs and Jedi, and a pit of anxiety forming in her stomach. She had no idea what was happening and why all these people were here.

"Why don't you go find out?" Hunter told her, gently nudging her in that direction. Calli looked wide eyed at the Sergeant, resembling a small child looking fearfully at a parent when they were asked to do something that was out of their comfort zone. She almost asked if they'd come with her but knew it would be silly so with all the courage she could muster Calli left the comfort of having her squad at her side and began walking to the awaiting party of soldiers.

Calli kept her head lowered as she passed all the regs, doing her best to keep her nerves in check. But as she grew closer to the Jedi and high-ranking clones, she couldn't help but be slightly ill at ease, as she didn't know what this whole situation was about.

After what felt like an eternity, Calli stopped ten feet in front of the Jedi, Cody, and Rex, and she'd be lying if she said she wasn't shaking in her boots a little bit. She was too anxious to even acknowledge the fact that this is the first time she'd seen Obi-Wan since becoming a soldier, the last time they met being after the Bad Batch had rescued her from Kamino. Glancing over her shoulder at her squadmates she saw Wrecker give her an encouraging thumbs up (it did little to soothe her nerves though).

She turns back to the front when someone clears their throat. Skywalker stepped forward and Calli sensed that he was nervous, but she wasn't sure why.

"Scar, we were informed of your brave actions on Naboo that included saving Senator Amidala's life. She brought it to our attention, and we all agree that such sacrifice deserves to be rewarded. We present to you the Medallion of Honor for your bravery." Rex opened the box he'd been holding, revealing a small, shiny golden colored medal. Anakin removed it from the case and walked up to Calli, who remained stiff and rigid as Anakin put the metal on her chest plate. After giving her a kind smile and pat on the shoulder, Skywalker stepped back in line with the others. Snapping out of the shocked state she'd been in, Calli felt it was her turn to say something.

"T-Thank you, sir. I'm honored."

"You earned it." Cody told her and then Obi-Wan spoke up.

"Scar, you've shown great skill and have accomplished much in your short career in this army. It is with pleasure that we also promote you to ARC Trooper." Calli's mouth opened, closed, then opened again, and said the first thing that came to her mind.

"Shut the hanger door." Calli exclaimed, and immediately she regretted it after from the raised eyebrows her superiors gave her and some amused snickering from some of the regs behind her. Her face was now burning, and she fidgeted in her spot, internally yelling at herself for blurting such a thing out. "Uh, I - I mean, thank you, again. I'll try and live up to the title." She said, hoping to retain some of her dignity. Fortunately, she seemed to say the right thing as the men all smiled with approval and then began clapping along with all the regs and the Bad Batch. Wrecker of course added in some whooping and hollering before bounding over and plucking Calli off the ground and setting her on his shoulder, chanting her name over and over and some of the regs even joined in.

Wrecker declared that a celebration was in order, which resulted in them going to the cafeteria as they didn't have much in the way of celebratory food and beverages on the Havoc Marauder. Of course, there wasn't a lot that the cafeteria had to offer either, but there was a hidden stash of alcohol that was saved for special occasions such as this - hey the clones liked to party when it was possible.

At first Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair weren't going to go as they didn't feel comfortable being around the regs, but Wrecker guilted them into going, saying that they didn't have too many occasions to celebrate, and this was a big deal for their youngest squadmate. Only when they heard the promise of alcohol did they finally cave in and go. They mainly hung out at a table in the far corner of the room, Wrecker and Calli being the only one's brave enough to mingle with the other clones and Jedi.

Like the last time she hung out with regs, Calli eventually roped a few of them into a little arm-wrestling competition. She loved seeing their faces when she beat them thanks to her enhanced strength which of course no one but her squad knew about. After beating reg number five, Calli took a break to go find Rex, the competition reminding her of when she did it with Fives at 79's. Calli wanted to see him again, remembering the fun time they had together. Well, the few fuzzy memories she had were pleasant, as she'd been drunk but that's not important.

She found him out in the hallway, taking a breather from all the festivities.

"Rex!" Calli called out, then she quickly corrected herself, "Uh, I mean Captain Rex sorry." The blond clone gave her a small smile and nodded in greeting.

"Enjoying the party?" He asked. Calli chuckled and nodded.

"Yeah. Um, I was wondering, I haven't seen Fives around. Was he transferred to another battalion or...?" Rex's expression fell at the mention of him, which didn't sit well with Calli. When he hesitated to respond and didn't meet her eyes, it made Calli nervous.

"He uh, he's... gone." All the air left Calli's lungs when Rex uttered these words. Gone? That can't be...

"What?" she whispered, not being able to process this new information. Calli turned away from the reg and pressed a hand to her forehead while taking a few breaths to calm herself down. It didn't help much and when she faced Rex once more the questions spilled out of her mouth, "H-How did he - when did he?" Calli was unable to finish a single sentence and clamped her mouth shut while rubbing a hand down her face. Rex was reluctant to answer, mainly because he didn't have all the answers himself. There were a lot of mysteries surrounding his brother's death and he was still processing it himself. But he couldn't leave Scar hanging since obviously this news affected her greatly.

"Fives was uh, kind of lost it mentally and it ended up getting him killed." He was lying - or at the very least not telling her the full truth. Calli was very good at reading people and thanks to her enhanced senses she could hear Rex's heart rate increase when he told her this.

Before Calli could question the captain further, they were joined by a third person.

"Is everything alright?" Obi-Wan asked, sensing the tension in the air. Rex straightened up while clearing his throat, secretly glad that the Jedi Master interrupted their conversation.

"Perfectly so, General." Rex answered, then he made an excuse to leave. Now it was just Calli and Obi-Wan, the former looking down at her boots as sorrow filled her entire being for the loss of a friend. Sure, she only knew him for a few hours (and quite frankly she didn't remember most of that time), but it had been fun and when you're in the middle of fighting in a war it's rare that you have those fun moments. Point blank, Calli was devastated.

"Are you alright?" Obi-wan asked with concern, and Calli had forgotten he was there. She gave a half shrug in response, the will to speak temporarily gone. Thankfully, she didn't need to explain what had happened because obi-wan had caught the tail end of the conversation and knew they had been talking about Fives. While he didn't know the trooper very well, he had been saddened by the news of his death and knew the strong bond all clones shared so when one of them died it affected the rest greatly. Through the force he could feel all the emotions Calli was experiencing, and he felt bad for the young clone and decided to offer some words of comfort. "I understand your pain. I've lost many friends in this war, and it's painful every time." Calli couldn't help but let out a bitter scoff.

"I thought Jedi didn't have friends. Something about 'no attachments' right?" Obi-Wan wasn't put off by her abrasiveness as he knew she was hurting, and nodded, agreeing with her.

"You are right about that." He said and Calli was surprised that he agreed with her yet remained silent, "But that doesn't mean we don't care about other living beings and when their life is cut short and you can't do anything to save them, it does hurt. Only we don't let our emotions get the better of us. We mourn the loss, but also celebrate them and let their memory live on." Obi-Wan placed a comforting hand on Calli's shoulder and she looked at the hand then up at the Master Jedi, who gave her a kind smile," I suggest you do the same. Fives wouldn't want you to give into despair, he'd want you to continue fighting. And I'm sure he'd be very proud of what you've accomplished."

Calli was still very sad about Fives' death, but she surprisingly found some comfort from the man's words even if she didn't quite agree with all of it. At one point in her life, she'd been all for not forming attachments, believing it to only be a one-way ticket to being betrayed or hurt. But she wasn't like that now, slowly coming out of her shell and allowing others to get close to her.

Despite her quote unquote despair, Calli gave Obi-wan a grateful nod, silently telling him she'd taken his words to heart.

The sounds of people laughing, and such drifted out into the hall and Calli wiped the single tear that had fallen off her cheek and squared her shoulders while drawing in a deep breath to center herself and suppress the negative emotions, at least for the next few hours. She'd probably hide away in her bunk for the next couple days as she properly mourned Fives, but then Calli would do as Obi-Wan said and remember him and the good time they shared.

Fives would forever hold a special place in her heart. Always.

○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○

Oh Fives, you deserved so much better!! 🥲

I'm happy to announce that the next few chapters will be the Bad Batch arc of the clone wars and you know what that means! The Bad Batch is about to get a new member!!!

~B.C.

Link to a pic of Calli's new armor.

15 notes · View notes

bow-chicka-wow-wow-wow · 1 year

Text

10 Most Evil GTA Missions

“By The Book” (GTA V) - Also known as the “Torture Mission,” Trevor is tasked into torturing Mr. K for information while Michael must locate a possible “threat to national security” and pick him off with a sniper rifle. Right off the bat you could tell how much the sociopathic Trevor enjoys this act. The icing on the cake is that you as the player are the one who’s actually carrying out the torture. Rockstar, you sick fucks! Like the infamous Reservoir Dogs torture scene, this is not for the faint of heart.

“Hot Dog Homicide!” (GTA 2) - Imagine this scenario. You get to a diner around the corner from your house, and their top seller is their hot dogs. What’s the secret ingredient? In the GTA universe, it’s the unsuspecting civilian… WHAT THE FUCK?? Yeah, Claude Speed (NOT the same character as the GTA III protagonist, who’s also named Claude) is tasked with driving bus loads of people to a meat grinder and they get processed into hot dogs… At least the PSone version changed it to rival gangsters, but that doesn’t make the mission much better!

“Treacherous Swine” (Vice City) - If you want further proof that my favorite 3D-era GTA game is based on the 1983 crime film Scarface, look no further! Tommy is tasked with killing Gonzalez, who’s fat mouth blabbed to Diaz about the coke deal at the beginning of the game, causing the kingpin to ambush the deal. Here’s the Scarface reference: Colonel Cortez wants you to use a chainsaw! Of course, you CAN use other weapons, as doing so will not fail the mission, but the game still wants you to cut that bastard up with the chainsaw, a la the infamous chainsaw scene in Scarface.

“Bringing The House Down” (Liberty City Stories) - This won’t be the only time this underrated game has an entry on this list! Billionaire Donald Love is looking to get his fortune back after an unfortunate election campaign by redeveloping the Fort Staunton district. The only way it’ll be his is by tasking Toni to blow up the whole Forelli controlled neighborhood. No, I’m not making this up! You literally blow up the whole neighborhood by planting explosives along the subway tunnels!

“Deconstruction” (San Andreas) - Look, I wouldn’t appreciate some asshole construction workers harassing and insulting my sister either, but I sure as hell wouldn’t kill the foreman in the worst way imaginable! First, CJ destroys the portable huts, then as soon as the foreman steps out of the porta-potty, and sees how much you’ve destroyed the sight, he decides to have none of it and retreats back in. This causes CJ to push the portable restroom into a hole and fill the hole with cement, burying the foreman alive. Wow. You’re slowly suffocating and covered in shit. I hope for his sake the shock gave him a heart attack, cause I’d rather have a quicker death…

“Friend Request” (GTA V) - Look, I don’t like Mark Zuckerberg any more than anyone else. But I still don’t think he deserves to have his head blown off. Which was exactly what happens with his GTA counterpart, Jay Norris. Michael is tasked to rig a prototype LifeInvader phone, and then watch the keynote unveiling the device, in which he would call Jay personally, which triggered the explosive, killing him instantly. Jesus! Michael is just as shocked as we all are!

“Flatliner” (Chinatown Wars) - Say the head of the Liberty City Triads is about to retire, and he’s got three contenders that could take his place. How does one Zhou Ming gain the boss’s favor? By tasking Huang to intercepting an ambulance carrying a prisoner on medical leave and bring him back to Zhou. Only for Zhou to rip his heart out. Ironic since his medical discharge is due to his heart condition!

The Eddie Low Encounters (GTA IV) - I can’t believe I’ve been playing GTA IV for nearly 15 years, and only just now discovered this twisted character. This random encounter only happens at a certain time of night, where this serial killer asks you to “drop off a friend,” a euphemism for “dump off body parts of his murder victims.” The next time you encounter him, he’ll pull a knife in you, forcing you to kill him in self defense.

“Have A Heart” (GTA IV) - Say a mission giver of yours is not having a good time dealing with the fact that she’s about to get busted and get 400 years prison time. The paranoid Elizabeta snorts line after line of cocaine, right before Manny Escuela busts in her door and starts harassing her. Right when he questions why Niko is there, she shoots both Manny and his cameraman dead. Even then, Niko makes a snarky comment about Manny, saying he’s always wanted to bust a dealer. Niko takes the bodies to a black market organ harvester, and even at that moment Niko makes one last sarcastic comment about Manny. Guess he finally gets to help the streets after all!

“Dead Meat” (Liberty City Stories) - As Vice City based its story on Scarface, Liberty City Stories takes its story from HBO series The Sopranos. If you want proof, here’s the relationship between the protagonist of both stories and their heartless mothers. (And the fact that both their names are “Toni,” or “Tony” in the case of the TV show. In Ma Cipriani’s mission thread, she’s constantly berating her son Toni for being a “real man,” like his father. She contrasts him to perverted deli owner Giovani Casa, saying she wished Toni “had Casa’s guts.” Does she mean courage? Of course not! Toni took her advice literally and killed Casa by chopping him up with an axe, processed his carcass and had him served at his own deli! Jesus, what is it with GTA and serving human meat? All this just to prove yourself to you mother, who still ends up calling a hit on you a mission later?? Another parallel to the Sopranos, as Liv Soprano calls a hit on Tony.

#gta v #gta 2 #vice city #Liberty city stories #san andreas #Chinatown wars #gta iv

3 notes · View notes

takeeachdayonebookatatime · 9 months

Text

Why did you elbow me? 127

Achilles Castle part 32

Kate: pov I found out my Captain had been the 3rd cop and had killed Bob Armen in that alley. The hitman Bracken hired wanted me or my Captain's family but my Captain Roy wouldn't let that happen so he sacrificed himself killing all of the bad guys. Simon says wow that is so shocking i'm so sorry for your loss but what does this have to do with what's on your shirt, i mention i'm getting there it's all connected. Let's just say I had no idea while at my Captain's funeral that the worst moment of my life was about to happen. I was a detective at the time. Bracken must have found out what happened and that I was still alive. Lanie finishes the story for me.

Lanie: pov Kate was giving the eulogy at the moment we had no idea something bad was about to happen. I heard Castle who was standing near her scream, he tried to shove her out of the way but it was too late. He had seen the reflection of something in the distance. Kate was already hit in the left chest by a sniper rifle. I'm a Medical examiner and saved her life by keeping her alive until the medics arrived, since her chest trauma was so severe. In the ambulance she literally died. They had to use the paddles on her to bring her back to life. I did chest compression the whole way to the trauma OR since she crashed on the way into the Er. Her boyfriend at the time, cardiac surgeon Josh, had to treat her since he was on shift. He had to insert a chest tube since her left lung had collapsed due to the severe bleeding in Kate's chest. He had to start on her emergency thoracotomy surgery because she was dying, since she was bleeding into her chest cavity constricting her heart. The bullet hit her left inferior pulmonary vein which Josh sewed up. Another Surgeon named Dr Kovacs came to take over. She had no blood in the area since she was bleeding into her heart called a cardiac tampon the surgeon had to cut some of Kate's pericardium to let the blood out the bullet also hit her left ventricle she then started to go into ventricular tachycardia which then quickly turned into ventricular fibrillation. She went into cardiac arrest. They had to use the internal paddles on Kate and manually massage her heart to get it beating again. Then she flatlined in the Or. Thankfully they were able to bring her back to life, she is now a homicide Captain.

Castle: pov Lanie also mentions Kate has PTSD from the incident. Very loud noises like fireworks and thunder bother her. The band tells the crowd in line to give a round of applause for Captain Kate Beckett who sacrificed her life so we could be safe. Everyone starts cheering. Simon says to me you're a writer, my mom loves your books why did you kill off Derek storm. He asks how I got injured, I explain how. He asks if he can FaceTime his mom because she is a huge Niki Heat fan. Simon tells his mom he has a huge surprise for her, he panes the camera in my direction. That is when his mom starts to get all excited, once she sees Kate she gets even more excited. After our pictures are taken with the band we head to our seats Lanie explains to the security guard near our seats that Kate has a heart condition. Once she explains everything I sit in our seats. Kate will get the aisle seat. She and Lanie are headed for popcorn and water.

Kate: pov the concert is about to start the lights are dimming. The security guard is asking me to come to the front. Oh no please don't bring me on stage. Castle is starting to film on his phone. The band walks out saying they have an announcement. They meet an amazing fan backstage, can everyone stand up for Captain Kate Beckett, a homicide Captain out of the 12th precinct who survived a bullet to the heart a few years ago. I'm asked to come on stage. Lanie who went up with me is telling the 2 guards where to lift me up from. I'm so embarrassed, Simon mentions that the confetti cannons will be turned off for tonight's concert. I get the honor of announcing the Band. This is Captain Kate Becket and you're at Duran Duran. Thankfully I'm only up there for a few minutes. The guards help me down and back to my seat, back in my seat the band starts the first song.

Lanie: pov Castle is telling Kate he got that all on film. Her being brought up on stage. The popcorn tastes great. I tell Kate to be careful. I don't want her choking on it. Hungry like the wolf starts playing and the crowd is singing along loudly. A few songs later during Girl on film some people in the front row start dancing. Kate even got to hear "what are the chances". The last few songs are playing. Once the concert is over I make sure we have all of our stuff. The security guard tells Kate thank you for your service. Castle stops to buy some souvenirs from the concert. A few people come up to Kate saying, you are the girl they brought up on stage. I just wanted to say thank you for your service. After asking a few questions Kate explains to them what caused her heart condition. I can tell they are speechless. One of them says that is awful. I can't believe that happened to you.

Castle: pov after buying a few souvenirs we head to the car, I can tell Kate had so much fun tonight. It's going to be hard getting out of the venue. We are finally out of the venue and are now stuck in bad traffic. The cars are barely moving. Did an accident just happen up ahead? It sounded like one, we might be here for a while. To be continued. ………

#castle #caskett #tvshow #fanfiction #stanakatic #katebeckett #nathanfillion #richardcastle #lanieperish #tamalajones #jimbeckett #mollycquinn #alexiscastle #martharodgers #susansulluvan

0 notes

the-firebird69 · 2 years

Text

Comfort ahead and hit a tourist helicopter because it was flying there when it was stashes that he was accessing when he was accessing it and they investigated found out why and how and it got back to Abby who lost someone on that chopper and she's very mad at him and kept asking why and she left the show recently that's how when she left they said it was a while ago it's not true so rumor of it and they did it and she was still there cuz Trump was threatening her and she's holding a hostage for the most part and he's a terrorist you see any practices terrorist acts all over the world and he is beginning to be labeled one and his guys are a constant threat and he's got bombs everywhere and his son is right people can't tell whose fleet is up there and he's threatening the shattered him all the time constantly threatening him he like wonders why I'm saying stuff is like there's nowhere to go for me I'm poor I'm an adventure and valuable to other people not you you're a slimeball you threatened my life all the time you trying to get in fights with me all the time if you get in a fight I'm going to kill you I'm going to kill you do you understand Trump I'm going to f****** kill you you getting a fight with me I'm going to make sure you're dead and no way can you overpower me and you don't have the skill it's a deterrent I don't care what you call it I'm going to kill your ass if you get in a fight with me I'm going to defend myself and I'm going to kill you you make sure your brain is flat such a f****** a****** by the way everybody is going after you and taking your bombs out they went after you guys got tons of locations and devices and have to and can't stop tons of a train to do it huge huge numbers of them now nobody can tell who's up there it's either you the a****** lose your Mac or Tommy f the larger Mac boss take your pick the phone is going up there and they're going to kick their ass I'm going to figure out what it is it's cover for mine and we can disable any bomb you're a fruitcake you asking for it you going to get it I'm disabling stuff all over the world with the same thing cuz your mouth and what kind of f****** a****** are you I have nowhere to go I have nothing left I can't go to you at all cuz you're such a loser and a homicidal a****** just sit here making all these f****** noises all day looking like a 5-year-old child you hear anything you hear me you hear me very repetitive very lame and yeah people are cutting you up they're chopping up your people they're killing them ways I really don't want to know about doing all sorts of stuff offering your clan to the gods your clones and your kids to the gods you know their deaths big piles offered to the gods they sent her demons over and they eat them on purpose you're an ass too your commercials suck your products suck they're going to take over the rest of your companies kind of listening to you areas start killing everybody putting a base in the middle so we did that and it draws you in and we're going to keep doing it it's all gone

We actually know who's up there and we know who's fleet it is and we know what they're doing it's not BGA he comes up later and yeah it's you idiots putting the stuff in it looks like Mac comes up and BjA comes up after.

He'll send you some messages Trump you can't refuse when you're alone high-powered messages f****** a****** and blowhole right through your chest 10 inches wide

This is huge huge loser makes these dumb faces to get people angry so I'm angry so I dispatched snipers to your location once you're clear going to shoot you she might get a couple blitz matters but your stupid chest we all over the wall

Now he got caught in the show and it's been caught as Yakuza in a trailer to the cops walked out of the office said he wasn't involved in the armed robbery and it was so they're going after him and they're starting to find out that he's this huge traitor

Thor Freya

0 notes

fromiftowhen · 3 years

Note

Which episodes did Gwen write?

Pre-Upstead, she wrote:

4x04 Big Friends, Big Enemies -- funnily enough, basically the first of Gwen's dialogue to appear on the show is Lindsay talking to Ruzek about "her" place - and then correcting it to "our place" right after she and Jay move in together.

4x08 A Shot Heard Around the World (co-written) -- Really good ensemble episode that includes a nice goodbye scene between Jay and Antonio and then Kim being asked to join Intelligence.

4x13 I Remember Her Now -- Undercover Jay. In plaid. Definitely one of the, if not the, best season 4 pre-Hailey episodes.

4x18 Little Bit of Light -- Kim and Erin go undercover. Really great episode for them both. We know Gwen writes Hailey amazingly well, but she absolutely writes Kim, an established character, just as well from the get-go.

The Upstead Years:

5x07 Care Under Fire -- Jay's PTSD. "You cover well, but I've got eyes, Jay."

5x10 Rabbit Hole (co-written) -- "What are you doing?!" and "I'll bury you."

5x16 Profiles -- Jay basically breaks Hailey's fall when the mailbox bomb goes off and checks she's okay before running to the victim.

5x20 Saved -- Hailey shows what a badass she is re: robbery/homicide.

6x02 Endings -- the argument! The shoving! "I thought he was dead."

6x10 Brotherhood -- "We're good. And we're always gonna be good."

6x15 Good Men -- "You looked at me and I got it. I trusted you. I've trusted you from the day I met you, and if I was gonna follow someone blind, I'd follow you."

6x18 This City (co-written) -- Upstead (and Jesse) lite, but some really good Hailey moments and some Kevin and Hailey partnership.

6x19 What Could Have Been (co-written) -- Pretty Upstead lite but a good Kim episode, complete with lots of group scenes and some Kim and Hailey teamwork.

6x22 Reckoning (co-written) -- Basically this entire episode?! "Besides, I'm going where you go." and "Not in time for this unit, for us."

7x04 Infection Part III -- Sniper Hailey saving Jay. Do I really need to say more?

7x07 Informant -- Such a good Hailey episode. "Sorry, habit." "Yeah, that's one word for it." and "Hailey, I'd follow you anywhere."

7x11 43rd & Normal (co-written) -- big Kim and Adam episode. Hailey's big disarm. "You want details?" "Yeah, I'm losing my mind."

7x13 I Was Here -- big, painful, but badass Kim episode. Lots of good plaid in this episode as well.

7x15 Burden of Truth (co-written) -- Not much Upstead because it's the return of Roman, but this is the episode where Hailey slams a guy up against a wall and Jay looks both concerned and turned on.

7x18 Lines (co-written) -- really big Hailey and Vanessa episode and arguably one of the most powerful Hailey episodes. Jay in a green button down. Hailey gets sent to the FBI.

8x02 White Knuckle -- not much Upstead, but a really strong Kevin episode.

8x03 Tender Age -- the entire last five minutes of this episode makes Upstead canon. "It's been a long time since I saw you as just my partner."

8x05 In Your Care -- the famous "Jay walks up and Hailey gets very distracted" scene. Big episode for Kim (starts with sex with Adam, ends with taking MaKayla home.)

8x08 Protect and Serve (co-written) -- Episode opens with that famous round-table therapy session. Lots of insight into the characters and a really powerful, timely episode.

8x11 Signs of Violence -- Every single moment of this episode is painful and amazing. I think this is the episode where everyone collectively started yelling about Gwen causing us pain. The first Upstead I love you's. The first Upstead hug.

8x15 The Right Thing (co-written) -- Sets up the finale and gives Miller a powerful episode. We all know what happens to Kim.

8x16 The Other Side (co-written) -- Easily one of the most powerful, haunting finales the show has ever done. Sets the tone and the storyline for season 9's honest to god trauma. "I'm serious, let's get married."

9x01 Closure (co-written) -- (at least?) two Upstead proposals is canon now. Hits the ground running hard after the finale.

9x04 In The Dark -- Do we even need to discuss how painful this episode was? I wasn't aware she wrote this one until it was airing and I believe I actually said, "oh, holy shit" out loud when Gwen's name popped up.

TL;DR? Gwen is talented. She's officially made Upstead canon, and she writes all of our favorite characters, but especially the women, so incredibly well. We're lucky to have her and I'm so, so excited she's the new show runner.

#upstead #chicago pd #jay halstead #hailey upton #jay x hailey #kim burgess #adam ruzek #kevin atwater #gwen sigan #asks #anon

362 notes · View notes

dreamwritesimagines · 3 years

Text

Burn The Witch 18 - Sleepless Night [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Midnight texts make things complicated.

Series Masterlist

Okay.

Everything considered, maybe you shouldn’t have barged in guns blazing to your fake boyfriend’s mission.

Especially because the said fake boyfriend thought you were a sweet civilian but as long as you kept your ski mask on, you figured you would be fine.

Even if it felt a lot like pushing your luck.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked and you looked around the hall to check whether there was anyone else, then shrugged your shoulders.

“I was in the area,” you said, “So, who else are we killing?”

“We’re not killing.”

“Speak for yourself, I just killed that guy over there.” You pointed over your shoulder “Killed him hard. HYDRA?”

“Aren’t you a sniper?”

“I can be whoever you want me to be,” you said with a grin and Bucky blinked a couple of times, shifting his weight.

“Why aren’t you on some rooftop if you’re a sniper?”

“Change of scenery. How do you know my alias?”

“Why would you help me?”

“I’m a nice person—“ you started but as soon as you saw someone lunging out of the shadows you pointed your gun and pulled the trigger, sending the guy to the ground.

“Most of the time,” you completed your sentence and Bucky raised his brows.

“Right.”

“You’re still taken?” you asked and he stared at you as if he was at loss for words, then pulled himself together and walked past you.

“Oh come on, I just saved your ass.”

“I had it under control.”

“No you didn’t,” you rushed to catch up with him, “And you didn’t answer my question. You still got a girl at home?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m just curious. Is she pretty?”

“Do you always flirt with people you don’t know?”

You opened your mouth to retort but before you could, you heard a voice behind you.

“Buck, what the hell man?”

You looked over your shoulder to see Sam gawking at you and Bucky cleared his throat.

“Um….Sam, Shrike.”

“Okay, what is she doing here?”

“Beats me.”

“I was around,” you answered helpfully, “So who are we killing?”

“We’re not killing!” Bucky and Sam said at the same time and you held up your hands.

“Jesus, fine. Who are we maiming?”

“Did you tell her—“

“I didn’t tell her anything.” Bucky cut him off, looking uncomfortable for some reason. You hummed, clicking your tongue.

“I’m just here to help.”

“Why?” Sam asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m a huge fan?”

“Try again.”

“I’m hoping he’ll get with me.” You pointed at Bucky with your thumb, making him shake his head. Sam raised his brows, a grin pulling at his lips.

“Oh is that right?”

“Don’t.” Bucky said while you heaved a sigh.

“Listen guys, not that I don’t enjoy this but this is basically a HYDRA building, so you might want to make it fast, whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Can you wait at the door while I get—the thing?” Sam asked Bucky and he nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Great!”

“I didn’t say you could come.” Bucky said and you scoffed.

“I gotta tell you, I was hoping you would say that to me in a completely different context.”

Sam let out a chuckle, “Oh she’s good.”

“Unbelievable.”

“I don’t even want to know what you’re trying to get, okay?” you asked, “I just want to make sure no one dies.”

“Because you’re a nice person?” Bucky asked, his voice full of doubt and you thought for a moment.

“Eh, I have my reasons.”

“But she has a point, we need to make it fast.” Sam said, “Let’s go.”

“Seriously?!” Bucky groaned but rushed after him with you following his lead. After you all reached the end of the hall, Sam kicked the door open and you quickly peeked inside to see a computer in the middle of the office.

Ah.

They were after some sort of a file.

“Don’t let anyone in,” Sam said and closed the door behind him. You leaned your back to the wall, flipping a knife in your hand and Bucky stole a look at you.

“Why Shrike?”

You turned your head, “Hm?”

“Why do they call you Shrike?”

You clicked your tongue, “Oh you wouldn’t get it,” you said and he tilted his head.

“Try me,” he said, “Looks like we’ll be here for a while.”

I kicked a target out of the window and he fell on top of a steel spike from a construction site.

“I like knives better than guns,” you lied and Bucky scoffed.

“You’re a sniper.”

“So were you, but look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have a favorite knife.”

“I can’t look you in the eye, your mask has goggles,” Bucky retorted, making you smile.

“My turn,” you said, “Is your girlfriend pretty?”

“The prettiest,” Bucky said without even hesitation and you had to hold back your aww.

“Does that mean I don’t have a shot?”

“That’s exactly what it means.”

“Maybe I’m prettier,” you taunted and he shook his head.

“Impossible.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face under the mask, “Loyal type, aren’t you?”

“Not a cheater at least.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh, “Well that’s a shame,” you said, “Lucky girl.”

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.”

“Maybe I should—“ you started but stopped talking when you saw a shadow by the hall.

“I call dibs,” you said before Bucky could even object, then grabbed and pulled the figure around the corner. He almost punched you but you dodged it, sending him back with a kick on the chest.

“No killing,” Bucky called out calmly and you groaned, dodging another punch as you did a backflip, then grabbed your opponent by the hair and slammed his head in the wall, making him pass out.

“Don’t be so vanilla, Barnes.” You commented as you made your way back to him, and tilted your head when you saw the way he was looking at you, almost—

Impressed?

No it wasn’t it, it was something else.

“Huh?” he asked, then tried to pull himself together, “Wh— I’m not even going to ask.”

“I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with liking it a little rough,” you grinned, “On the missions, that is.”

He scoffed a laugh, shaking his head.

“You can kill someone and flirt with someone else within minutes?”

“What can I say, I’m the whole package,” you stated, “I mean, not that it works on you, Mr I’m-in-a-relationship. So are you in love then?”

“Forgive me if I don’t want to share any details of my relationship with a homicidal maniac who apparently has a thing for bad pick-up lines.”

“How rude,” you pouted, “I think they’re really good pick-up lines.”

You could see the way he was trying to suppress a smile and you flipped the knife in your hand again, his eyes automatically following your movements.

“You won’t take off that mask, will you?” he asked after a beat and you shook your head.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t like the consequences if you saw my face.”

“Will you tell me who you work for?”

“Nope,” you said, “I don’t want to end up dead. My superiors have a strange idea of discipline.”

“Why are you helping us?” he asked again but before you could come up with an excuse, the door opened.

“It’s done, let’s go.” Sam said and you pushed yourself off the wall.

“We should do this again sometime,” you said and nodded at Sam “Captain.”

Sam smiled slightly. “Thanks for the help.”

“No problem,” you said and turned to look at Bucky.

“Until next time, soldier,” you said and walked away from them, smirking to yourself.

***

So maybe that was a heat of the moment decision, and maybe Chloe was going to kill you if she ever found out about what had happened but good news was that your cover wasn’t blown.

And Bucky was fine.

You turned the vacuum cleaner off, wiping at your brow and put your hands on your hips, looking around the apartment.

“What the hell are you doing?”

You let out a squeal and turned around to see Keith standing by the doorframe.

“Keith, what the fuck?!”

“What are you doing?”

“How did you get in?”

“I’m a spy. I heard vacuum cleaner and I thought someone broke into your apartment, so I had to check.”

“You thought someone broke into my apartment to clean it?”

“Someone’s gotta,” he commented, making you glare at him before you unplugged the vacuum cleaner. “I’ve literally never seen you clean, what is happening?”

You flung yourself on the couch so that he could sit beside you. “No wonder I don’t do this shit, it’s boring.”

“But why are you doing it?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I’ll invite Bucky over.”

“So what?”

“I can’t have the apartment look like this,” you motioned around, “The guy grew up in the…. Everyone’s apartment must be spotless era.”

“He’s been here before though—“ Keith started but then covered his mouth, “Oh shit, now I get it. You’re gonna jump on his bones.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Not even a word, Keith.”

“I have lots of words,” he said, “Number one, you do realize guys don’t care about the apartment, right? I have never once gone to a girl’s apartment and walked out because she hadn’t vacuumed the place.”

“Jesus.”

“Also, if you’re trying to go all wife material—“

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not.”

“I’d like to remind you that it’s a fake relationship,” he grinned, “Are you going to dress up like a Stepford Wife too?”

“I hate the day I decided to become your friend.”

“You love me,” he shot back and you slipped a little on the couch, “But hey, do you actually want to?”

“Want to do what?”

“To sleep with him?” he asked, “Or is it just the mission?”

You tried to keep your expression stable, excitement filling you at the thought of sleeping with Bucky.

Tonight.

Oh God, you felt like a lovesick girl instead of a serious spy.

“It’ll help the mission,” you lied through your teeth, “That’s all I’m focused on right now.”

“Aren’t you a little curious about how the most ruthless assassin of the century is in bed though?”

You let a grin pull at your lips, “Maybe?”

“Ha! I knew it!” he said triumphantly, “So how detailed will your report be, exactly? Asking for a friend.”

You threw a pillow at him, “You’re terrible.”

“Mm hm,” he checked his watch, “Ugh, I gotta go to base. But if I don’t see you before tonight, just…”

“I don’t want any gross advice, Keith.”

“Remember,” he said, “You have a cover to maintain.”

You pulled your brows together, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means your cover probably likes missionary and soul gazing and stuff in bed. Complete opposite of you, so don’t be like yourself.”

“How do you even-?”

“I have it on good authority that you like knife play, Y/N,” he said, making your jaw drop, “And your cover is a sweet small town girl.”

“Did you talk to Julian?!” you exclaimed and he made a face.

“No,” he said, “You have a knife collection, you idiot. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.”

“Bullshit, who told you—“

“Ryan,” he said, “The agent you slept with and dumped, before Julian.”

“He was boring.”

“It’s beyond me why you thought it was a good idea to sleep with him,” he shook his head, “Anyways, I’m out.”

“Why do you have to go to the base, exactly?”

“I have to brief the General,” he said as he walked to the door, “I was supposed to do that yesterday but he was busy with Julian. I think those two are planning something.”

You frowned, deep in thought.

“Tell Chloe I said hi!” you called out and he saluted you, then left your apartment. You pursed your lips and stood up, looking around.

“I should probably dust the place,” you mumbled to yourself, “Where the fuck do I get one of those feather dusters?”

***

Unfortunately, Tara needed you to cover her shift that day so you had to change plans. Normally you were supposed to meet Bucky for your date, but when Tara told you there was an emergency, you couldn’t say no to her.

Keeping yourself busy at work, even if it was just a cover, helped you to get your mind off the nervousness you were feeling about tonight.

You had never been this nervous before, which came as a shock for you. Bucky was just a target, and you knew better than anyone how to manipulate targets but—

You really, really wanted this. Regardless of it being a part of the mission or not.

So you had just finished with the inventory and closed the cash register when the wind bell chimed by the door and you turned your head, a big smile lighting up your face.

“Hi!” you rushed to throw yourself into Bucky’s arms and he caught you, lifting you a little to kiss you on the lips.

“Hi darling.”

“I’m almost done.”

“No worries, I can wait,” he said and you went behind the counter to hurriedly place the jars on the shelves so that when Tara came back tomorrow morning they would be all ready.

“Sorry about falling asleep last night,” you said, an image of you killing that HYDRA agent in front of Bucky flashing in your mind, “Did you stay up late?”

“Just a little,” he said and you bit down on a smile, he really wasn’t a good liar.

“Oh? What did you do after I went to sleep?”

He waved a hand in the air, as if looking for words, “Um—I—I was with Sam.”

“Sounds fun.”

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

“Actually I went on a mission,” he said after a beat and you turned to him, raising your brows.

“A dangerous one?”

“Not really,” he said, “But I wanted you to know, because…”

You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t really know about the relationship rules so I figured honesty is the best way to go,” he said, making your heart skip a beat, “I think I accidentally flirted with someone last night.”

The words “No you didn’t.” were at the tip of your tongue but you managed to control yourself and tilted your head.

“…Oh,” you ended up saying, “With who?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Remember how I told you there was this spy I kept running into?”

You really needed to control your expression.

“Yeah?”

“I mean she flirted with me, I don’t actually think I flirted back but I wanted you to know just in case.”

You smiled slightly, “Bucky, it happens.”

He let out a relieved breath, “Okay,” he said, “Okay, good.”

“I mean as long as you don’t have a crush on her or anything.”

His hesitation lasted only for a second, maybe even less than that but it was there. Your heart skipped a beat and you frowned before he spoke.

“Of course not,” he said quickly, “Not at all, I don’t even know her.”

Was that possible? Could he be attracted to your real self as well as your cover?

Or maybe even more than your cover?

“Alright then,” you said with a smile, “I just don’t like competition.”

“There’s no competition, I promise,” he assured you and you shifted your weight, then placed the last jar on the shelf and turned to him.

“So then,” you said as you both left the shop and he threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Did you know she would be there?”

“I had no idea,” he said while you approached the motorcycle, “She ended up helping us but I don’t know what she’s playing at.”

“I think I have an idea what she’s playing at, if she flirted with you.”

Bucky chuckled and pressed a kiss on top of your head, then tilted your chin up.

“Darling….”

“What? I’m pretty sure flirting existed back in the 40s, and you know what it means.”

“What happened to it happens again?” he asked you with a grin and you shot him a look, then grabbed the helmet from him.

The road to your place was pretty short, especially with the way Bucky was riding his motorcycle. Soon enough, he pulled over in front of the building and you tried to ignore how excited you were, it—

It was finally happening.

Who were you kidding? This had nothing to do with the mission, you really, really wanted him. Your heart felt like it would break your ribcage and you took a deep breath, then got off the motorcycle and placed the helmet in its place.

“So,” you said as he got off the motorcycle as well, then pulled you closer, “Any plans for tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Any accidental meetings with hot spies?”

“Mmm, I don’t know any,” he taunted you, making you smile.

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Oh totally. Besides, I’m happily going steady with the prettiest dame in the world, remember?”

You thought you would melt right then and there, and stepped closer to him before standing up on your tiptoes.

“Right answer,” you muttered after kissing him on the lips, and tugged him by the hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs,” you said, leading him into the building and he followed you as if he was hypnotized. You grinned when you got to your door, adrenaline rushing through you and you opened the door, then pulled him inside by the shirt, locking lips with him. He easily lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he kicked the door shut and you pulled back to giggle.

“Bedroom,” you pointed at the room at the end of the hall and he pulled you into a kiss, walking there, still carrying you. You let out a squeak when he dropped you to the bed but then sat up when the thought hit you.

“Oh God damn it—“ you pushed him slightly to get off the bed and he looked up at you as you stumbled to the drawer.

“Is everything okay?”

“More than okay,” you grabbed the lingerie set from the drawer, then turned to him, “Just— close your eyes and don’t go anywhere, alright?”

“…Okay but are you sure—“

“I’ll be back in a second,” you said, running to the bathroom with the lingerie set clutched in your arms and you let out a breath, looking yourself in the mirror.

Even your eyes were shiny with excitement.

You shook your head at yourself and quickly shed your clothes to get into the lingerie set. You tilted your head, checking the garter belts and the corset, then pressed a hand over your chest to calm yourself down and walked out of the bathroom.

“Are your eyes closed?” you asked with a smile as you got to the bedroom and he nodded, holding a hand over his eyes.

“Cross my heart.”

You let out a small laugh and pulled at your hand so that he could open his eyes. As soon as he did, he blinked up at you, his jaw slightly agape.

For a second, there was absolute silence in the room.

“Is this a good silence or a bad silence?” you asked, for the first time in your life you were insecure about how you looked half naked in front of a partner, “Because I’m—“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence when he grabbed you by the waist to get you under him, making you squeal.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed out and you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

***

You had no idea why you woke up. In fact, considering how peaceful you felt, it was a wonder how you woke up in the middle of the night.

You could almost feel the warmth surrounding you as you leaned in to press a small kiss on his bare chest, then grabbed his shirt in the dark and put it on to walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Surprisingly he didn’t wake up, instead he mumbled something under his breath, his dog tags shining under dim light coming from outside.

You felt like you could lie there and just lose yourself in the bliss, and the mission— no, everything else could wait.

You pushed your hair behind your ear after putting your phone on the counter, then you went to the sink to fill yourself a glass of water, and finished it in three big gulps, a smile which was impossible to stop pulling at your lips.

No one, target or a boyfriend, had ever made you feel this way.

Maybe you could just tell him. After tonight, after absolute happiness, you could just tell him and maybe he would understand, maybe you two could have a future, maybe—

Your phone vibrated on the counter, interrupting your thoughts and you frowned slightly, then touched the screen to open the text.

From: Julian

We may have found something. Good thing you didn’t get too attached.

The smile was wiped off of your lips in a second and your stomach dropped as you stared at the text message.

“Fuck.”

Chapter 19

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #bucky barnes imagine

527 notes · View notes

jessiebanethedragon · 3 years

Text

Good Soldiers

Empire!Crosshair x Reader

a/n: takes place after the events of the first episode so SPOLIERS

warnings: kissing, idk angst

Word count: 1749

The Green Visor stares at you menacingly. Even though it is not powered up, nor is it being worn at the moment. Having wrenched it off of the sharpshooter whilst clambering over him as Wrecker held him at bay. The scratches on your face, the busted lip and bruises littering you body are proof of the intense fight you’d been a part of. To say you were grieving might not be too much of an overstatement.

To be honest, all of you were grieving.

The damage the five of you had to do to Crosshair just to sedate him so that he couldn't hurt anyone else was enough to give you all nightmares for years to come. You did not feel like you were crying, crying implies you almost had control over the tears on your face. These ones started falling before you were conscious that they had started.

The rest of the batch only had an inkling of what the sniper meant to you. Their proximity to the two of you made hiding your feelings impossible, but to the exact degree, no one knew quite how deep these feelings went. They could see his eyes soften when he looked at you, the lingering touches and prideful smirks. They could see you bat your eyelashes at his scornful glare when you asked for something, and they could glance at a smile only reserved for their brother.

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Echo never heard the whispered ‘I love you's’ in his bunk, nor did they know that you knew how his ungloved hands felt on every part of your body. Rough on the surface and soft underneath, just like the sniper himself.

You clutch your necklace in your hands as you cry. Aggressively wringing the chain through your battered hands in hopes the pain grounds you. But it couldn’t deny the truth. Crosshair was no longer the man you loved.

He’d shot Wrecker, electro shocked Echo, busted Tech’s glasses, and even though Hunter said he was unscathed, he was twitching at every noise.

“Hey.” It was Tech, moving to crouch down to your level from where you sit on the floor of the Havoc Marauder.

“Can I see him?” You ask, sniffling up the tears in an effort to look more like the warrior the men know you to be.

“I don’t think you want to.” Tech says while scanning you over with the handheld medical-whats-it. Nothing serious is wrong, and yet at the same time, everything serious is wrong. “He’s still… restrained.” Tech explains slowly. “There hasn't been a change in his disposition yet.” the scanner beeps as it delivers its report.

“So you mean he’s still on a homicidal rage to kill us all.” You simplify bitterly.

“When you put it like that he sounds exactly the same as before the chip.” You try to manage a fake smile at that, but even with all your acting skills piled together the curve only makes it halfway. It drops so quickly when you hear the sound of struggle followed by an anger induced scream that sounds too familiar.

The havoc marauder does not have a set of barracks or prison cells so the only way to keep Crosshair safe from himself and to keep you safe from him was to magnetize a pair of cuffs to the metal of the bunks, three sets total, one for his hands and one for each foot. You shudder at how dangerous he really is, and how you never noticed.

You’re making your way into the bunk area before Tech can stop you and you rush through the doorway, wisps of hair surrounding your dirty face and heaving chest.

Through the glare, he grits his teeth. Sitting with his hands pinned above him to the metal frame of the second bunk. Forcing him to sit on the edge of Tech’s bed.

“You’re clever traitors, I'll give you that.” He says, words slithering out threateningly. The commotion that caught your attention has bought the other four into the doorway as well.

“Ohhhhh,” he taunts. “The cavalry has arrived hasn't it?” you blink. A lot. Because if you blink fast enough the image blurs enough so that it looks like the man you love. Gingerly you step towards him, ignoring the hand that reaches out to stop you. You sit yourself on the bunk opposite.

“Do you… do you recognize me?” You ask, still clutching your necklace. He shifts as best he can in the cuffs and doesn't answer. “Crosshair…” You whisper hopelessly.

“CT 9904.” He corrects. You raise an eyebrow, and decide to switch tactics.

“So CT 9904 what do you make of CT 9903, CT 9902, and CT 9901?” you gesture to Hunter, Wrecker and Tech respectively.

“Enemies to the empire.” He states,

“You can’t reason with him with the inhibitor chip still inside.” Tech chimes in, making you sigh and look away from the prisoner on the bed and back at your necklace.

“Do you recognize this?” You ask softly, holding it out to him. His eyes narrow as he looks at it - but stays silent.

It’s a tense moment, the rest of the batch also analyzing the rough gem wrapped in leather that you’ve been wearing for as long as any of them can remember. How Crosshair would have a connection to it, they’re only just realizing. He was never one for much romance, but this gift was different. Given to you on shore leave far away from prying eyes, and confirmation that even though you could never tell anyone, he’d always be yours. The necklace was confirmation of a secret relationship and the only public display of affection either of you could show.

“Crosshair.” you press desperately, “do you recognize this?” His breathing becomes a bit more laboured, more stressed, more like he's fighting something.

“Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Good-”

“Tech scan him again.” you demand watching as he begins to struggle against the bindings. Tech presses his way in the room.

“Hold his head for me,” he says before beginning a scan with a specialized tool that he's been young with for some time. You rest your hands on his face, one cupped behind and one so that you can rub calming circles on his cheek. It's the same way you used to hold him after missions that had gone less to plan.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says over and over as his eyes glaze over and become unfocused.

“Tech,” you say worriedly, desperately trying to coax Crosshair back to life and calm him down.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says with his head falling back, and you do your best to keep him supported.

“I’ve got it!” Tech shouts, looking at the left side of his temple. “Everyone out! I need to sedate him.” Your head flies up, you’re not keen to leave him, not when he's in this state.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“I can't leave him…”

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“Wrecker get her out now!” Tech shouts and you feel arms like tree trunks around your middle and you can’t do more than wriggle as your hands slip from Crosshairs face as you're dragged out of the room.

It’s not too long later when Tech re-emerges but it feels like a lifetime to you. And before you can even get a word out he places a petri dish on the table, before leaving to go into the fresher. You rush back to find Crosshair laying on the floor, one hand still magnetized to the leg of one of the bunks. You doubt the cleanliness of the operation but if there's one thing the bad batch had in great supply it was Bacta and antibiotics.

There's a patch of shaven hair by his temple with a small bandage over it, and the drugs seem to be wearing off quickly because he's already shifting. You run a soft hand over his stubble. You’re scared to wake him, because if he wakes and it isn't the man you know under his eyes, you don’t know what you’ll do.

He groans, it's long and deep like the kind you're used to getting in the early hours of the morning when you get up to sneak him out of your bed and back into his bunk. Your name slips past his lips, and his eyes flutter open.

You’re ready to jump away, scared even though he's still bound. And you recoil when his arms reach for you and get stopped by the binder. He looks confused for a moment before his eyes meet the metal restraining him.

His eyes meet yours with tears falling from them.

“Crosshair?” you ask, “I need to know it’s you.”

“The necklace, I gave it to you.” He says, but you remain far from his grasp still. “It was the last day shore leave, at your-our place. We were in bed, the sun was rising, it was the first time I told you I loved you.” He says slowly, deliberately, in a soft voice he only uses around you. Unconsciously you move to him, his freehand wraps around your waist as he buries his face where your shoulder meets your neck. You pull him away only to press your lips to his in a kiss that’s a mess of tears, teeth and a need to be close to one another.

“I’m sorry.” He gasps when you break away the breath. “Maker, mesh’la i’m so sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You tell him, unlocking the binder so he can hold you with both hands, before kissing him again, this time it is somehow more needy than the last, you can't get enough of Crosshair because now you know what it is like to lose him. Your hands reach under his empire blacks, partly because you want to burn every part of the empire to the ground and partly because you're desperate to properly feel him again. You feel his warm hands up your back as they go under your tunic and you keen into his touch.

Hunter clears his throat from the doorway.

“I was on my way to check on you.” He says after the two of you break away. “But it seems you two are getting on just fine.” Your face flushes bright red as Hunter turns away. “Good to have you back Crosshair.” Hunter says firmly.

Crosshair presses a kiss to your neck before smiling.

“Good to be back Sarge.”

#crosshair #crosshair x reader #crosshair x you #jessiebanethedragon #bad batch x reader #the bad batch #bad batch #tech bad batch #sergeant hunter #star wars #the clone wars #clone wars x reader #the clone wars x reader #clone force 99 #clone trooper wrecker #clone trooper echo

511 notes · View notes

writer-panda · 3 years

Text

Hit on the groom and what became of it - chapter 2/Take me out maybe (with a sniper rifle)

Disclaimer: I don’t own Miraculous or Batman (and other DC characters). This is just a fanfiction.

Chapter 1 -|- Next

--------

As much as Marinette disliked the meeting with the female entourage, when the time came to start working on Adrien’s suit she wanted to scream. She could clearly see that he was uncomfortable with even the gentlest touches. She did her best to make it as non-invasive to him as possible.

They had absolutely no privacy whatsoever. The Bodyguard (Gerard; His name was Gerard) and Nathalie observed their every move. Marinette was half-convinced it wasn’t her who was under watch.

The professional atmosphere was far cry from her usual working environment. When Uncle Jagged, Clara Nightingale, or even Diana Prince came to her for clothes, it was always very informal. They would joke, gossip, or exchange stories while she worked. Now? Now she was wary of even speaking with Adrien.

Likewise, the boy refused to meet her eyes or open his mouth.

At some point, when she was trying to find the right shade of white for the undershirt, she noticed a make-up stain that was not there before.

“I’m sorry, but I will need to request you remove the makeup. It is staining my materials.” She informed Nathalie and Gerard coldly. It was all she could do to resist calling the police there and there. Sadly, the commissioner was good friends with Gabriel, so it would most likely just end her career and make it worse for Adrien.

“I was assured it would not leave stains on materials. Please accept our apologies. We will cover the costs of destroyed materials,” Nathalie informed her in an equally cold voice.

“I see…” Marinette’s lips thinned. Inside, she was screaming. But there was nothing she could do. The hit was in place. Soon Adrien would be safe. It would go without a hitch. It had to.

As the group was leaving, she could’ve sworn the Bodyguard gave her a mournful look. As if he shared her sentiment, but was powerless to stop it. She’d know that look. She saw it in the mirror all too often.

---------

The Wedding (even the narrator started to capitalize it) came faster than Marinette wanted to accept. And there were still no words about the kidnapping. She made sure to specify that they were to take him before he was married or no payment. Did she not make the money enticing enough? Were there already attempts that were stopped without media coverage? Maybe she forgot to check some boxes?

A million scenarios ran through her head as she wandered through the alleyways.

The whole event was happening in Gotham Botanic Garden. Whatever the weak excuse was given to the press, Marinette knew the real reason: it was one of the few places in the world where Gabriel could marry his son to Lila legally without messing with courts. And bribes were said to be cheapest there.

As the designer for both the bride and the groom, she was invited to the main ceremony.

Lila was kind enough to even give her a seated place… right next to Chloé Bourgeois.

Marinette had a hard time deciding if it was bigger punishment to her or the mayor’s daughter. Ultimately, the two girls did their best to not look at each other during preparations. At first, that is, because the first chance she got, Chloé to drag the designer to a remote garden gazebo in a secluded corner when she was least expecting it.

“Wha-!” Marinette was about to protest, but the blonde covered her mouth. She seated her on the bench and took the seat on the opposite side.

“I’ve been friends with Adrien since we were kids.” She announced in the usual ‘I’m-better-than-you’ tone. “I also know that you’re not always an idiot.”

“Gee! Thanks, Chloé… I’m honored with your praise.” Marinette deadpanned, interrupting the heiress. “Now get to the point”. She really hoped her dress wasn’t damaged or she might just turn to murder.

“Fine. You worked with Adrien on his suit.” She paused, and for a moment, just a brief moment, her mask fell. That was not what Marinette expected. She has never seen Chloé so… so… The designer’s brain lacked the word to describe how her childhood bully looked like. “How is he?” The blonde asked, her voice almost trembling.

Marinette opened her mouth, but no sound came.

A moment passed.

“Not good.” She finally admitted. “During the measurements, he winced even at delicate touches. Plus I was called in last week to make some adjustments to his garments. He lost weight between then and now. And he wore makeup on his right arm. On both occasions.”

“Makeup?” Chloé’s eyes widened.

“Yes. I would’ve probably missed it if I didn’t soak my fabric into makeup removed beforehand.” She thought back fondly to her brilliant idea.

“They hurt him!?” Chloé burst out after few seconds. “I will show those… those…”

“Believe me, I share the sentiment.” Marinette nodded sagely. She needed plan B and needed it fast. There had to be something… “I slipped him a burner phone on his way out. I doubt they found it. If it gets really bad, he can try calling the police.”

“You are devious sometimes, Dupain-Cheng.”

“Thanks. I try.”

“So… they are coercing him into it?”

“I think so. He is resigned to his fate it seems, but he tries to show some rebelliousness. It wasn’t his father’s idea to hire me and Lila would rather walk to the altar naked than wear anything by me.” Marinette cringed. Any interaction she had with the Liar made her feel almost dirty. And forcing politeness was physically painful sometimes.

“I got that much from the fact he hasn’t reported it yet. That burner phone was a good move, but Adrikins was always too obedient.”

“And I’m sure you had nothing to do with it,” Marinette muttered, but Chloé didn’t hear her. The heiress somehow managed to derail her rant into telling the story of her entire childhood.

Marinette listened only with one ear, filtering the information for something useful. The rest of her consciousness focused on something else. She started to seriously entertain the idea of using Miraculous to get Adrien out. She would need a combination of several powers though. Trixx was the obvious choice. Illusions would be a great asset. Maybe the Tiger, for the Power Up? If Roaar didn’t exaggerate her power, she would be able to put a distance between them and the city before anyone even realized what happened. She would need to time her illusion right though. And there were the American Heroes to watch out for…

If she didn’t use miraculous immediately, she might get a drop on the bodyguard(s) and then make an exit using Kaalki’s power when they were alone. Disable cameras, take out the guards, get in, portal out. It was feasible but still involved too many risks. If anyone connected miraculi to the operation, Ladybug would be in great trouble. She couldn’t endanger Paris like that… not even for her partner and best friend.

Then, there was the most dangerous plan. Don’t use Miraculi at all. She was confident enough in her skills to enter undetected. Maybe even sneak out. The question was, would Adrien make it. She could sneak him Plagg’s ring. Chat Noir would have no problem leaving any prison. But… there would be the same risk as when any other Miraculi was connected and the whole point was not to use them in the first place.

“Ugh!” She let out an angry sound that startled Chloé.

“What’s with you, Dupain-Cheng! Don’t you see I’m opening my heart to you!?”

“Shut up, I’m trying to do something productive.” She snapped at the blonde.

“Why, I…”

“Silence. Your tale was entirely unhelpful. Let me focus.”

Gotham. What was in Gotham that could help her? The most corrupt city, famous for its high crime rate, mad villains, and eternal gloominess. Even now she could feel some of it resonate in the air. As if the whole city was one big Akuma. Probably no help from the establishment… The police were more likely to put a bag on her head and deliver her to one of the crime families…

“What in Gotham can help…” She voiced her musing loudly, causing Chloé to peak up.

“Waynes!” She proclaimed. “That serial adopter would jump at the chance to get another orphan…”

“Adrien isn’t an orphan… Yet.” Marinette grumbled. “But he will be married by then, so I would need to plan a double homicide… Meh. No great loss.” She said without a shadow of care. It was like the thoughts about the murder were completely normal for her.

Chloé shivered. “Remind me not to get into your way when you’re in that mood.”

In the distance, the orchestra was starting to play, signaling the guests that the ceremony would start soon.

“Ugh! Hawkmoth it!” Marinette raged as she ran to the clearing. She no longer had the time and if she was the only one missing, Lila would make her prime suspect for anything that happened. Blast it. She would get one more chance. Screw the career. She could survive living somewhere in Argentina if it all went to hell.

-------

Adrien already accepted his fate. His father and Lila made sure that all avenues of further rebellion were closed. He exhausted everything there was.

To this day, he was grateful for that burner phone from Marinette. He made sure to hide it but always have it somewhere nearby. It became a form of a lifeline for him. A one-off save-your-life ticket. It would only work in short term, but at the rate everything was going, it could potentially save his life…

He missed his life before the mess with The Wedding started.

Hell! He even missed Plagg’s stinking cheese. He would maim for some camembert.

“Adrien,” Gerard spoke solemnly. There was no need for more words. They both knew what was about to happen and Adrien took just a bit of solace in the fact that he was not entirely alone, even if no one could help him.

“I’m ready.” He spoke, barely above a whisper.

Before he realized it, the ceremony was undergoing. Lila, in her stunning dress, held the attention on herself like a pro. No one even thought about looking anywhere but at them. The dress was similarly just so… Lila. It made all of her features all the more proponent. Yet, there was just a small, barely noticeable, stitch that said Marinette. A smile ghosted his face. There was some good out of this. He managed to make his friend famous. After today, no one would deny her style.

“Should anyone present know of any reason that this couple should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace.” The marriage officiant spoke. Adrien didn’t even care what convention the wedding was in.

The silence swept across the garden.

No one dared to even breathe loudly.

Adrien lowered his head. Here, the last…

There was a rustle somewhere close to the front. He looked up, a small glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes.

Marinette was standing there, her backs straightened and one finger held up. “I…”

She felt the gaze of hundreds of guests on her. They were the most influential people in the world of modern business. Waynes. Luthor. Queen. Burgeiose. Agreste… And they all kept staring at her.

She tried to swipe the hall with a glance, but something attracted her attention. A glint of light somewhere in the distance.

“Watch out!” She shouted, tossing a chair she was sitting on just a moment ago.

The metal item sailed through the air until it crashed in the middle of the alley.

With an arrow sticking out of it.

For a second (which felt much longer) everyone stared at it.

Then the mass panic started. People got out of their chairs and started trying to get out of there. They trampled one another as each considered themselves to be the most important, hence first to evacuate. It was chaos.

Among the mass of people, Marinette tried her best to make it to the altar. She saw that Gerard and several other hired bodyguards were of similar minds.

She managed to squeeze through the crowd the fastest, only to find Lila knocked out and Adrien and the Officiant missing. Adrien’s cousin (best man) and Alya (bridesmaid) were both nowhere to be found. They probably ran away. There was still no trace of the Groom. That is until she saw a giant mass of brown mud dragging the boy away.

The sad thing? Adrien wasn’t really protesting much.

Gerard was the next to make it through. He noticed Adrien a tad quicker and tried to chase whoever it was that tried to kidnap Adrien, but a fist made of mud slammed into him, sending him flying away.

“Holy Hawkmoth!” Marinette cursed once more. Okay, so far, it was only a curse for her, but he deserved it.

In the distance, police sirens could’ve been heard, but with how fast the mud was escaping, Adrien would be long gone before the police arrived. Marinette had to do something.

Wait… Why am I trying to stop the kidnapping I ordered? She suddenly questioned herself, freezing in place.

Two guards rushed past her and started firing at the mass, but the bullets seemed to be about as effective as Parisian police when dealing with Akuma.

The last Marinette saw of Adrien he was being taken into the sewers.

-----------

After the police arrived, Marinette was of course first to be interrogated. (“Gee… Thanks, Lila”). They wanted to know how she noticed the arrow, did she see the attacker, how did the kidnapper looked like, and dozens of other questions. By the end, she was exhausted. Somewhere after the sixth question, her phone pinged. Luckily, the police didn’t bother with checking it and believed that it was just a worried friend.

Not the kidnapper trying to contact their employer.

Finally, after the police released her and informed her that no further information was needed, she could contact her Maman.

“Sweety? Are you okay? I’ve seen the news!” Was the first thing that came through

“Yeah. Don’t worry. I’m perfectly fine. The police held me back for questioning a bit. I’m going back to the hotel and be back in Paris first flight tomorrow, okay?”

“Stay in Gotham! I’m coming to pick you up!” Her mother informed her.

“Wha-!? But there is no need! Seriously Maman! There’s no need to trouble yourself.”

There was a silence on the line for a moment and Marinette could feel that her mother was trying to glare at her through the phone. It worked.

“Fine… I’m at Wayne Plaza, room 30-14.” She relented, not wanting any more arguments. She would still have several hours to sort the mess with Adrien. What could possibly go wrong?

Trying her best to be careful, Marinette left the site of crime and traveled to the industrial district. The taxi driver couldn’t be bothered less about why she wanted to go there. He just wanted to get paid and leave.

The only-slightly-creepy aura of the completely silent area full of factories and warehouses served as a perfect background to contacting the kidnapper. Marinette, after making sure she was truly alone, activated the voice-scrambling app on her burner and dialed the number that sent her the text about successful work. Her Maman showed her that, thinking she wanted it for a prank. Or that’s how Marinette presented it anyway.

“Who is this?!” A voice on the other side of the call asked.

Marinette took a deep breath before answering. “I was led to believe you have what I wanted.” She tried her best to channel Chloé into her voice.

“Ah… Yes… There’s been a… complication.”

“What do you mean ‘complication’?” She hissed into the phone call.

“Um… I had the package… But then someone stole the stolen package…” Whoever that was informed her.

“Who?” She demanded.

“Last I checked, Lawton was the one who had ‘im… But it might’ve changed. But don’t worry, Boss… lady?” They asked. Marinette didn’t give either confirmation or scolding, so they continued. “I’m still in the game.” With that, they hang up.

“What did I just get myself into…” She moaned. Then, the realization hit her. “What did I just get Adrien into…”

Elsewhere, Adrien was starring into a pair of curious sea-green eyes.

----------------

#maribat #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #batman #dc #DC comics #MLB #mlb x dc #BAMF Marinette #villain marinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste

132 notes · View notes

greekowl87 · 3 years

Text

Fic: FBI Professionalism

My entry for the @xfilesfanficexchange Outside Perspectives Exchange. I had Erica @fridaysat9. The prompt was: “Someone who works at the FBI shooting range / Up to you, but maybe the person has seen them come in through the years to stay sharp. Overhears their conversations, notices their dynamic shifts, witnesses... Things? / Throughout the original run. / Anything goes! Not opposed to smut, but of course not necessary. I love canon-compliant fics.” - AO3

@today-in-fic @baronessblixen @improlificinsarcasm

Special Agent Seth Farrow was a retired Marine Scout Recon Sniper that the FBI had recruited shortly after his eight years in the Marine Corps. He had been young enough when enlisted at 18 to still make the FBI’s cut for eligibility as an FBI agent. He found his time outside of the Marines boring so the FBI seemed like a natural transition for him. Right after he finished at the academy, he spent a couple of years with the FBI tactical teams but his superiors felt his experience with firearms would better suit him as an instructor at the FBI shooting range rather than an active agent. It suited his new wife just fine; she preferred him out of the left field. He found it just boring.

That evening, as he drove his regular route home up through the suburbs of the metro towards Annandale where he and his wife owned a modest townhouse. As he unlocked the door, he spied his wife sitting at the kitchen grading her high school student papers. Normal. Doing normal things. “Hey, Seth,” Rachel, his wife, called. She capped her red pen and smiled at her husband. “Have a nice day?”

“You know, same old same old. They had me at Hoover this morning covering for a shooting instructor up there. It was different.”

He pulled his tie loose and went to the fridge. “A good difference or bad different?”

“Um, I saw that red-headed agent again. First time in about six years,” he said.

“Wait, the medical doctor. Isn’t she teaching at the academy?”

“Was. Hasn’t in forever,” he said. “Do we have any beer?”

“What was her name?”

“Scully,” he said, remembering. “Best shot in her class. It was one of those students that you could never forget.”

“I know,” she smiled. “I’m a history teacher, remember?”

“But it’s different.”

“Is it, Seth?”

“I can’t explain it. I remember training her during her first time at Quantico. She was a medical doctor that choose to be an instructor. Then I heard she got assigned to the basement with Ol’ Spooky.”

“Spooky,” his wife paused in thought. “Haven’t I heard that name before?”

“Fox Mulder,” Seth clarified.

Rachel hummed in thought. She knew who Fox Mulder was all right. Seth hadn’t been the first FBI agent she had dated, not that she dated him, but the agents she had dated talked about Spooky Mulder. She saw his picture along with that Scully on The Washington Post quite a bit when there was a local or unusual homicide. She also knew Fox Mulder was also quite a catch. During Christmas parties, she overheard the gossip from the secretaries, especially the blonde one from some director named Kersh.

“Oh yeah, I know who you’re talking about,” she confirmed. Rachel turned back to her history papers. “He’s the little guy that chases aliens.”

“Well, he isn’t exactly little,” he said. “The man is over six feet. Unlike Agent Scully. Despite her small size. I still wonder how she even passed the physical qualifications.”

Rachel snorted. “Does that matter?

“I mean…” Seth looked up blustered from the exchange with his wife. His antiqued world views about women serving active duty roles in law enforcement and the military were outdated, according to his wife. “Are you trying to start a fight with me, Rachel?”

“No. Just making a point.”

“Does it matter? I mean, they’re more than partners. I’ve seen them come and go through the years.”

“I mean, I’ve heard from Bev how close her husband is to his partner and their marriage is fine.”

“Rick’s partner is Morales and Morales is a guy,” Seth said. He finally found a beer and began to struggle to find a bottle opener. “That doesn’t count.”

“Okay,” Rachel said. After a moment of thought, she said. “Carol Rivers.”

“Carol is married to the job and her partner bats for the other team. Try again.”

“Fine,” she said. “So you’re saying they’re like more than partners, like best friends.”

“Try again.”

“What could be more than best friends…” Rachel’s eyes widened. “You aren’t saying...aren’t their rules for that?”

“I am and yes, but that isn’t stopping them.”

Rachel shuffled her students’ history essays. “Well, I say good for them.”

“There are rules of a reason,” he reminded her.

“Quite your Old Boy attitude.”

As much as she loved her husband, she couldn’t help but feel like an outsider looking in with his life at the Bureau. There were other wives she had met and become friends with who had the same predicament. They bonded, became friends, and talked about their husbands. Quite frankly, she found it boring. The fantasy of two strangers should have only seen on the back of a newspaper or no mistaking Mulder was wearing the 11 o’clock evening news huddled together in some office, doing more...it was appealing. The fantasy had an allure that called like a siren to her. How exciting and passionate your life must be to be in a situation like that, having no one but each other to trust, against all odds. She felt the warm twinge of more passionate nights with her husband as she imagined having the same thing with her that Mulder and Scully had for each other.

“Rachel? Houston to Rachel, are you still with me?”

“Of course,” she answered, snapping out of her daze. She blinked and smiled automatically. “Did you ever catch them?”

Seth arched an eyebrow at his wife. “Why?”

“I’m just curious.” That incessant warmth between her own legs wouldn’t go away. “You know.”

“Uh,” Seth said, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I didn’t but Tony...you remember Tony, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she answered distractedly.

“Well, okay. He said he did once one night a few months ago. I didn’t believe it myself until I caught a glimpse of it.”

“You saw it?”

“Very unprofessional if you ask me. He had her on the range table that you put your weapon on. I guess to make up for the height difference.”

“Height difference?”

Rachel’s mind was already trying to do the mental calculations on how such a feat would be possible.

“Yeah, remember the height difference? Anyways, that was the only time I saw it personally. If you ask me, there is no professionalism left in the FBI. I thought that would change after Doggett came to the basement after Spooky was abducted by aliens.”

“What?”

“Are you even paying attention, Rachel?”

“Of course,” she said. “Doggett. Aliens.”

“Anyways, Scully came back to the academy this past year to raise her son. Pity though. I don’t know the full story but Dennis told me they got Mulder locked up.”

“Locked up?” Her attention shifted from the annoying warmth to her husband. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. He’s just locked up in the brig. Look, I’m going downstairs to watch some of the game. I’ll see you in bed, okay?”

He gave his wife a chaste kiss on the cheek and took his beer downstairs to the living room. Rachel looked down at the ungraded history essays and decided that the nagging feeling deserved her attention. She didn’t want to admit it. She loved her husband and had a good marriage. But she wish things would just get spiced up. Hearing about Mulder and Scully and the one time her husband witnessed their escapades, she wished she could have traded places. Her husband only cared about professionalism and the FBI. Couldn’t he see when two people were in love? Or at least, she thought it was love.

She went upstairs to their bathroom, forgetting her grading. She shut the door behind her and stripped herself from her clothes. She started a warm bath and brought down the showerhead. As Rachel relaxed in the warm water, her needs satisfied, she thought about her husband’s boorish attitude. She didn’t know why, or how true it was, but it did sound sad.

By the time she got out of her bath and changed for bed, Seth was joining her. Rachel flipped her pillow and commented, “You know, if I were in Scully’s place, I would do whatever I would take to save him. Damn it to hell with professionalism.”

Seth rested his back against the headboard. “Where did that come from?”

“Just my two cents. If two people love each other, they should do anything for one another.” She settled down and turned her back to her husband. “Good night, Seth.”

He frowned and bent over to kiss her cheek. “You would tell me if I did something wrong, right?”

“Yes,” she said. Rachel turned her head slightly to kiss him back. “But I do think you to reevaluate your views.”

“I’m not archaic.”

“Just a bit,” she yawned. “Will I see you tomorrow before work?”

“No. I have to go in early. Before dark but I’ll bring home dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan. Night, Seth.”

“Night, Rachel.”

As his wife dozed off next to him, Seth turned on the television and lowered the volume. He gave no more thought to Mulder, Scully, or the FBI as he switched it to the History Channel and fell asleep.

The next morning before he awoke, Seth turned off his alarm clock and got ready for the day. Life in the Marines had taught him to rise before the sun and avoid the unnecessary alarm clock. He got ready, shaved, dressed, and grabbed his coffee to go. As he drove through on the Beltway down to Quantico, it remained dark. He exited onto Route 1 and drove the darkened road to the Marine gate. He slowed when he saw two cars on the side road. He slowed, thinking it might be some broken-down motorist. Even in the headlights, there was no mistaking Mulder wearing an orange jumpsuit, Scully, Doggett, Directors Skinner and Kersh, and two other people he didn’t recognize. For a brief moment, his foot hit the gas pedal, speeding up past them.

His brain raced, thinking he should turn around and do something. Maybe he was imagining it. But his thoughts were confirmed as he pulled up to the Marine gate. The Marine security guards were buzzing like angry hornets next. As he pulled up to the security booth, he pulled out his badge and security credentials.

“What’s going on, Corporeal?” he asked.

“Something about an escape, sir,” the young Marine. He waved Seth through. “You didn’t see anything on your drive here, did you?”

For some reason, he found thinking of his wife and answered, “No. I’ll be sure to do so though if I do.”

“I appreciate it, sir.”

Seth’s day as a fire range instructor was not memorable other than Mulder’s apparent escape. His drive home was also unremarkable. Coming home, Seth was reminded of the previous night when he found his wife still grading student history essays. He could hear the news in the background. “Hey, Rach,” he greeted, “kissing her cheek.”

“I saw there was some big security breach at Quantico today on the news,” she said. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. There was an escape from the brig.” He went to the fridge to search for his beer. “Mulder escaped some time this morning.”

“Oh. Do you think they’ll catch him?”

“I don’t think so. They were past security before the Marines could catch on. I saw them on the side of the road on the way in this morning. I did say anything.”

“Wait, wait,” Rachel said, getting distracted. “My husband, Mr. Special Agent FBI Professionalism himself, went against the rules?”

“And my oath probably. But it’s none of my business. Maybe something my wise wife told me last night stuck around in my head.”

“So, you let them go? What have you done with my husband?”

“If they really loved each other, I should think they do what is best.”

Rachel blushed. “I’m just...surprised.”

Seth smiled and shut the fridge, forgetting his evening beer. “What do you say I show you?”

“Is that an invitation, Seth?”

“Maybe?”

Rachel laughed and followed him up the stairs. The newsman added something to be on the watch for an escaped prisoner from Quantico but the details were drowned up from laughter coming from the second floor.

#outsider's perspective #xfiles #xf fic #mulder #scully #msr #original character #msr fic

15 notes · View notes

amispnrewatch · 3 years

Text

SPN 1x06 “Skin”

Okay, I’m gonna try to type while I watch this time instead of forgetting this blog exists until the episode is almost over.

You can tell the footage for the previously on segment was saved on a VHS copy instead of the original film that the show was shot with because even in the HD iTunes version I have it looks low quality as fuck. And jumpy in the way that brings me back to my teens watching the WB all the damn time.

I love this song. WTF is this song. Shazam says “Good Deal” by Mommy and Daddy. I… have no comment, except that it sounds like everything I was listening to in college at the time this shit was airing.

Aaaaand not!Dean turns around to face the SWAT team after obviously torturing some woman. THAT is a cold open.

I wanna know what that car is in the background. It’s pretty. Maybe a convertible Impala? They have similar grills. This is not at all important.

Also, I love that with these higher definition versions of the episodes you can see that Sam’s email is lawboy and whatever dot com and that people in the fandom have started calling him Law Boy. It’s hilarious.

DEAN: Well, what exactly do you tell ‘em? You know, about where you’ve been, what you’ve been doin’?

SAM: I tell ‘em I’m on a road trip with my big brother. I tell ‘em I needed some time off after Jess.

DEAN: Oh, so you lie to ‘em.

SAM: No. I just don’t tell ‘em….everything.

DEAN: Yeah, that’s called lying. I mean, hey, man, I get it, tellin’ the truth is far worse.

SAM: So, what am I supposed to do, just cut everybody out of my life? (DEAN shrugs.) You’re serious?

DEAN: Look, it sucks, but in a job like this, you can’t get close to people, period.

Aaaaand now I have Dean and Cassie feelings again and we haven’t even gotten to her episode yet.

SAM: No, man, I know Zack. He’s no killer.

DEAN: Well, maybe you know Zack as well as he knows you.

Aaaaaand now I have Dean and Lee feelings and we’re nowhere near Lee’s episode in season 15.

YOU JUST BLEW THROUGH A STOP SIGN DEAN WTF.

Little Becky. Oi with the reusing of names.

Of course Sam made friends with a bunch of rich kids while he was at college in a desperate attempt to try to be normal.

SAM: You know, maybe we could see the crime scene. Zack’s house.

DEAN: We could.

REBECCA: Why? I mean, what could you do?

SAM: Well, me, not much. But Dean’s a cop. (DEAN laughs.)

DEAN: Detective, actually.

I love that Dean was like “how dare you call me that.”

Okay, after a bit of research, I totally want to take a day trip to Bisbee, Arizona, but it’s already in the 90s here in the desert and it’s not even May so that trip is going to have to wait until… winter or something. There is no way in hell I’m going deeper into the desert when the weather gets hotter.

It’s a historic mining town tourist trap looking place now which is exactly the kind of shit I love.

SAM: Bec, look, I know Zack didn’t do this. Now, we have to find a way to prove that he’s innocent.

I mean, not technically, technically you would 1) NOT FUCK WITH A MURDER INVESTIGATION YOU’RE NOT LEGALLY INVOLVED IN BECAUSE ANYTHING YOU FIND WOULD BE INADMISSABLE IN COURT 2) find evidence to provide a reasonable doubt for the jury that he did commit the crime. You know, like a lawyer would need to do, Law Boy.

DEAN: I just don’t think this is our kind of problem.

When I made my husband watch this show with me (he’s seen it all at least once now over the years) this is the recurring thing that drove him crazy.

You guys can’t even go in through the back door? Or shut the front door behind you? Really?

REBECCA: (tearfully) Well, there’s no sign of a break-in. They say that Emily let her attacker in.

Yeah, that doesn’t even really mean that she knew her attacker. Just that it was someone she let her guard down around or got in some other way. See: The Son of Sam and Nightstalker, etc.

Love the pinup magnet on the fridge. I’d throw shade at that, but I have a pinup magnet on my fridge too so… pot kettle and all that.

Okay, both people in the next couple are gorgeous.

And oh wow those special effects changing eyes… wow.

This poor couple. I feel so bad for them in this episode.

How… how are the police gonna explain the way he was able to beat himself over the head with a bat??? I…

I love that 5:30 in the morning on TV is clearly like… 10 AM.

Okay, this is a really unrelated point, but the graffiti on the dumpster here reminds me of the Teen Wolf fandoms use of the name Void!Stiles when Stiles Stilinski was possessed by a Nogitsune… I just spent way too long digging through YouTube and my Tumblr tags from back when those episodes were airing looking for a few specific videos and couldn’t find them. The TL;DR reason I bring it up here is goofball, bi-coded main character guy getting possessed by an entity set on destroying the people he loves. SOUNDS LIKE THIS EPISODE AND A WHOLE LOT OF SPN RIGHT. I love that all these monster hunting shows call out to each other.

This scene haunts me years later and I don’t even WATCH Teen Wolf. I just watched the fandom on Tumblr collectively lose it’s shit then tripped down a Hale Pack fanfiction rabbit hole.

ANYWAY

Back to Supernatural, a show that also treated its fan base, cast, and characters like garbage! Huzzah!

DEAN: Well, there’s another way to go—down. (They look down and notice a manhole.)

I’m gonna be mature and ignore the double entendre there…

But I love that Dean thinks of the world in 3D. Which sounds like a dumb statement to make, but this is honestly a good example of that in action.

SAM: I bet this runs right by Zack’s house, too.

Really Sam, sewers run by houses? SO WEIRD. I WOULD HAVE NEVER GUESSED.

DEAN: You know, I just had a sick thought. When the shapeshifter changes shape—maybe it sheds.

SAM: That is sick. (DEAN puts the bloody pile back on the ground.)

Guys, there is a WHOLE ASS EAR in that pile of yuck you’re looking at. I think it’s pretty safe to assume the shapeshifter indeed sheds its skin like a snake. A much… gooier snake.

Sam’s friend is rightfully pissed at him for fucking with the crime scene.

This is before the pearl gripped guns?! Wow. I never noticed that before.

Also, this whole episode gives me feelings.

++++

Cool. Tumblr mobile ate a whole section of my notes on this when it crashed for NO APPARENT REASON. Love that.

It always boggles my mind that actors can trust the people they’re working with enough to let people “tie” ropes around their neck or put them in actually dangerous positions in a scene.

SHAPESHIFTER: He’s sure got issues with you. You got to go to college. He had to stay home. I mean, I had to stay home. With Dad. You don’t think I had dreams of my own? But Dad needed me. Where the hell were you?

SAM: Where is my brother? (The shapeshifter leans in close to SAM.)

SHAPESHIFTER: I am your brother. See, deep down, I’m just jealous. You got friends. You could have a life. Me? I know I’m a freak. And sooner or later, everybody’s gonna leave me. (He backs away.)

SAM: What are you talkin’ about?

SHAPESHIFTER: You left. Hell, I did everything Dad asked me to, and he ditched me, too. No explanation, nothin’, just poof. Left me with your sorry ass. But, still, this life? It’s not without its perks. (He laughs.) I meet the nicest people. Like little Becky. You know, Dean would bang her if he had the chance. Let’s see what happens. (He smiles and covers SAM with a sheet.)

This exchange is just… so much. So many feelings. And I will forever (unless we magically get a fix-it fic mini season someday…) be SO MAD that none of this got resolved in that pointless, trash heap of a finale.

REBECCA: Okay, so, this thing—it can make itself look like anybody?

SHAPESHIFTER: That’s right. (She chuckles.)

REBECCA: Well, what is it, like a genetic freak? (The shapeshifter laughs.)

SHAPESHIFTER: Maybe. Evolution is about mutation, right? So, maybe this thing was born human but was different. Hideous and hated. Until he learned to become someone else. (REBECCA looks around, uncomfortable. The shapeshifter’s eyes glint silver, and he smiles.)

It always amazes me how much of this show is a pile of accidental queer allegories parading around in an ill-fitting toxic masculinity suit.

Vulcan mind meld! I love nerd!Dean. Also, I’m rewatching Star Trek: TOS with my husband, because that is what my life amounts to these days, rewatching comfort TV and flailing over the bits I love.

This post does a better job than I can do of pairing up screen caps with the dialogue of this next scene. SIX EPISODES IN. They’re dumping all of this character depth SIX EPISODES IN. FUCK THIS SHOW FOR NOT EMBRACING ITSELF.

Okay, I love that he screams back in her face after he threw the phone. It’s not something to laugh at because the situation is horrifying, but I can’t help laughing at it every time.

AND THE WAY THEY CUT THESE SCENES. Going from him winding his hand back to backslap her directly to him dropping the chains on the table to show how hard he must have hit her without actually making the actors hit each other. Good job editing department!

I… don’t understand the shifter’s motivation for killing people. If he can take over people’s identities without killing them, why kill them? Is it just because he’s a homicidal, rapist piece of shit? Cause that’s all it seems like.

How did the SWAT team even know she was being attacked? Why can the snipers aim no better than Storm Troopers?

Ugh, these kind of transformation body horror scenes are exactly why werewolf stories have never really appealed to me much. Like, I could do without watching your ribs move and teeth fall out, dude.

BUT.

THIS FUCKING SCENE.

I looked up the song that’s playing over shapeshifter!Dean being caught by the SWAT team and then going through the grotesque transformation. (And as far as I know, the iTunes version has the original music from the episodes.)

It’s a song called “Mary” by The Death Riders

Who's your mother, who's your mother here boy // Who's your mother, whos your mommy dear // Who's your father, who's your father here boy // Who's your father, who's your daddy dear

Silently screaming // Where everyone knows // Daddy's always watchin' // Where everywhere - everywhere I go

I don't wanna be a freak show pretty boy anymore // I don't wanna be a full time slave // I don't wanna be your midnight cowboy anymore // I just want to be Mary

This is… a fascinating choice. Here are the rest of the lyrics. The song as a whole has a weird incesty kinda vibe to it? Kinda like when SPN tries to straight-wash itself and misses the mark wildly. (Like Dean’s male siren episode.)

The midnight cowboy line reminded me of 12x11 and the bull riding scene with “Broomstick Cowboy” by Bobby Goldsboro playing over it

Dream on, little Broomstick Cowboy, // Dream while you can; // Of big green frogs, // And puppy dogs, // And castles in the sand.

For, all too soon you'll awaken; // Your toys will all be gone. // Your broomstick horse will ride away, // To find another home. // And you'll have grown into a man, // With cowboys of your own. // And then you'll have to go to war, // To try and save your home.

And then you'll have to learn to hate; // You'll have to learn to kill. // It's always been that way, my son; // I guess it always will.

Because, you know, why not add tons of feelings into the lyrics, right?

Props to the people who can embrace their rewatches and reclamations of the show with ease. Because every episode seems to remind me of how hollow and tragic Dean’s ending was and I just… struggle all over again.

Anyway, back to the episode so I can move on with my day.

REPORTER: An anonymous tip led police to a home in the Central West End, where a S.W.A.T team discovered a local woman bound and gagged. Her attacker, a white male, approximately twenty-four to thirty years of age, was discovered hiding in her home. (A sketch of DEAN appears on the screen.)

DEAN: Man! That’s not even a good picture. (SAM looks around cautiously.)

SAM: It’s good enough. (He walks away.)

DEAN: Man! (He follows SAM.)

(CUT TO: Alley. DEAN and SAM are walking. DEAN steps into a puddle.)

DEAN: Ugh, come on.

I love that we get two tiny little back-to-back vanity moments for Dean here. One commenting on the sketch artist rendition of him being broadcasted on the news and the other tripping in the puddle. There is literally someone running around the city trying to kill people while wearing Dean’s face, but Dean is still concerned with how he looks appears to others. He’s still concerned with keeping up his own performance. The shifter left him with just a t-shirt, so he doesn’t even have his usual comfort layers on and at any moment someone could spot him and call the police or try to kill him for assaulting Sam’s friend. His life is wildly out of control in that moment and the only thing he can try to focus on is his appearance (something semi-controllable) and finding the shifter before any of that other shit can happen.

One day I want to put together a like top 10 episodes focusing on / explaining each TFW character from the series. Like the kind of list you could show someone who’s never seen the show, but has OPINIONS about the characters (or who hasn’t seen the whole show and seen the growth they went through… you know, like the people responsible for the travesty of 15x20). This episode would be on that list. I’m not sure how I could manage to make a list of only 10 episodes to understand Dean Winchester by, but eh.

SAM: What are you gonna do to me?

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, I’m not gonna do anything. Dean will, though.

SAM: They’ll never catch him.

SHAPESHIFTER: Oh, doesn’t matter. Murder in the first of his own brother? He’ll be hunted the rest of his life. (He picks up a sharp knife and examines it.)

Speaking of season 15 in general, this right here. This was Chuck’s villain story arc thesis statement. AND THEY DROPPED THE GODDAMN BALL WITH IT. I think that’s the thing that honestly pisses me off the most these days (about 5 1/2 months from when the finale aired) is that they tried making the whole thing a tragedy but did such an awful job with it that it just ended up like a deflating condom balloon at a dive bar concert. Disappointing and gross. The finale for season 14 set them up SO FUCKING WELL and it just… didn’t get there.

Becky’s parents are gonna be pissed at how torn up their house is after all this shit…

And you’re not shooting him when you first see him strangling Sam because…?????

I like that he took the necklace back. Also, is this kinda Dean death number .5 of the show? Like it wasn’t him but it was also kinda him. Eh.

At least they left the windshield on Baby this time. Reflections are better than tearing her apart.

#SPN 1x06 #amispnrewatch #reclaiming spn #performing!dean #lawboy #bi!dean #dean x cassie #dean x lee #stiles stilinski #void!stiles #teen wolf #dean deserved better

48 notes · View notes

dr-spencer-reids-queen · 3 years

Text

L.D.S.K: Part Three

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill, and angst, fluff

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

Feedback is gold, and it’s the only currency I take

Hotch wants everyone to reenact the shooting at the park to get a better idea of where the unsub was located. One of the cops is playing the unsub while the BAU team is on the field where the other victims were. With the help of the cones as well as your abilities, everyone has a place to call their own. The only people not on the field are Detective Calvin, Hotch, and Gideon.

Elle is standing where the father and son were playing catch. You, Spencer, and Derek are standing where the guy was flying the kite. Other officers are standing where the last victim was shot as well as bystanders. Everyone has comms in their ears to communicate with the agents at home base. They have cameras everywhere to get a good idea of where everyone was. You hold your camera and scan the area to see what your victim might have seen.

“Elle, Jerry Middleton was facing a little further south. Can you give it to us?” Hotch instructs over the comm.

“How’s that?” she asks when she turns the camera more to her right.

“Perfect. Hold your camera right there.”

“It doesn't look like Jerry Middleton had a clear view of the sniper's vehicle when he was shot. The tree branches were in the way,” Gideon observes.

“I do have a clear view of the vehicle from here. Tim Reilly would have seen it if he'd looked down from the kite,” Spencer informs.

“Good. Have the unsub pop the trunk. See if Reid can see it,” Hotch orders.

A few moments later, and the trunk of the car pops open big enough to get the barrel of the gun through. You can see it, but only because you know that’s not how the unsub did things.

“No, sorry, I can’t.”

“Hotch, I don’t think he popped his trunk,” you blurt out.

“It’s the only way to stay hidden from everyone else.”

“That depends on the kind of car the unsub uses. Didn’t the really old cars used to have their gas tank behind their license plate? That pops open.”

“We’ll keep that in mind. Thank you. Okay, everyone, move to position two.”

While everyone was shifting to the next positions, you take a few steps to your left to approach Derek. He’s looking at Spencer as he scans the area, and you nudge his arm.

“You have to go easier on Spencer.”

“What are you talking about?”

“A couple of mornings ago? You know how he feels about failing, and it feels like you’re kicking him when he’s down.”

“I was just teasing him. He knows that.”

“There’s a difference between teasing and being mean.”

“Why do you care? You got feelings for him or something? I heard about the two dates you’ve been on.”

“So? We just went to see a movie,” you shrug.

“That’s not what I heard. A little birdie told me you two kissed.”

“It was the cheek, and damn it Penelope,” you curse.

“How’d you know it’s her?”

You just give him a look that screams, “are you kidding me?” You turn back to the car where Officer McCarty is playing the unsub. You look off the right to see JJ, Gideon, and Detective Calvin hassling a news reporter. Something isn’t right. The Detective walks over to Hotch who is on the phone with who you presume to be Penelope. Something is definitely not right.

A SWAT team approaches the car McCarty’s in from behind. They get out a smoke bomb and unleash it so that McCarty’s view is tainted. Shit, something is definitely wrong.

“Derek, Spencer, get down!” you hiss and grab both men’s sleeves.

You yank them to the ground as you get down. They yell out in shock, but once they see the smoke, they are on full alert. You can’t hear what’s being said, but McCarty throws out the assault rifle and his sidearm out of the trunk. He gets out with his hands in the air, and once it’s clear, a SWAT member takes him down to handcuff him. They get him up, and as they are leaving, someone shoots McCarty in the head right between the eyes.

“Get down!” Gideon tells once the shot is fired.

You reach over to place your arm over Spencer’s head as if to protect him. You look up and notice a car lingering in the back. The license plate is gone until it’s shifted back into place. You can’t read what it says, and the car peels out of there quietly before you have a chance to see or do anything.

However you did get one thing… a flash of a hospital. That’s when it all clicks into place.

You knew it.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, right?” you ask Spencer once you get back to the office.

“No. I’m fine,” he whispers.

“How did McCarty end up playing the unsub?” JJ asks.

“Weigart punished McCarty for mouthing off during the profile briefing by making him the unsub and sticking him in the trunk of the car all afternoon,” Detective Calvin answers.

“Wait, then how did the unsub find out about the reenactment?”

“Come on. Cops talk. Pissed-off cops talk loud—at home, at the bars, at gyms, and to anyone who'll listen,” Derek sighs.

“What do we know? Our unsub went from wounding civilians to executing a police officer, so he's escalated. He's not staying on script,” Gideon thinks out loud.

“Sometimes, it's what they don't do,” Hotch points out.

“He did not pick McCarty at random,” Spencer adds. “He didn't take the gut shot.”

“Why?” Hotch asks the group.

“He wants to send a message. ‘Nobody takes credit for my work’. His ego won’t allow it. He feels under appreciated. He doesn’t have contact with the media, but he does have contact with the victims. He’s not a police officer,” you just get started.

“Go on,” Gideon encourages you.

“I saw something out there. I saw a car. I wasn’t able to get a license plate number, but I did see the license plate shift back into place which confirms my theory of how he shoots the victims. When we got here, I mentioned something about where the victims go when they get shot.”

“Where do people who get shot go? The hospital. Was he getting away to get there to see the chaos, or is there another reason entirely?” Spencer repeats what you said word for word.

“Right, that,” you say slowly before getting back on topic. “The shooter isn’t a cop because he’s a surgeon. He wants to play the hero when the victims come in for surgery. He doesn’t kill them because he wants them to die, he does it to save them. It’s what fuels his ego.”

“Alright, thanks,” Derek says into the phone before hanging up and rejoining the group. “Garcia nailed down the geographic profile. The crime scenes are centered on two separate locations.”

“The hospitals,” you and Hotch say at the same time.

“I believe it's a case of hero homicide,” Gideon says.

Detective Calvin is driving with Gideon up front with her and you and Spencer sitting in the back. The rest of the agents are in another car following.

“What's that?” the driver asks.

“The best-known case was hospital nurse Richard Angelo. He would inject toxins into his victims, then wait for them to crash so that he could run to the rescue and save them. He killed 25 people, and that's just what we know of,” Spencer explains.

“If he attacked then to save them, why'd he kill 25 people?”

“He wasn’t very good at it,” you shrug. “And hospitals don’t keep records of people who almost died.”

“So, what's the profile on one of these guys?” the detective asks.

“Arrogant, conceited, and feels superior to everyone around them,” Gideon answers quietly.

“You've just described every surgeon I've ever met.”

“Landman,” Gideon says suddenly.

“Who?” you wonder.

He doesn’t answer but instead takes out his cell phone. Whoever is on the other line picks up quickly, and Gideon doesn’t waste any time with pleasantries.

“Let’s start with Landman.”

Before going to the surgeon in question, most of the team gathers in a conference room to discuss Dr. Landman in detail as well as a course of action. The only person who isn’t here is Hotch because he’s checking out Landman’s car.

“Okay, courtesy of Garcia,” Derek says when he takes the piece of paper she faxed over. “Landman was in the army, and started out in M.P. School.”

“There’s your law enforcement,” you scoff.

“But he was smart, got a degree on Uncle Sam, and ended up a doctor with special forces. He bounced around from hospital to hospital since his discharge in 2001,” Derek reads from the paper.

“Has Dr. Landman been under any unusual strain? Has he had a reprimand? Has he had any kind of major blow to his ego?” Gideon asks as he stares out the window.

“Last month, he was passed over for chief of surgery,” the woman in charge, Cheryl Marston, says.

“Let's get a warrant for his house. Let's see if we find the weapon.”

“Okay,” Derek nods and gets up to do so.

“What can I do to help?” The stranger asks.

“You can tell me where he is right now.”

One look at the suspect in question, and you knew he isn’t the shooter. You saw bits and pieces of what the shooter looks like, and Landman doesn’t have any of the distinctive marks. How can you tell this to the team? How can you prove it wasn’t him? How can you make them see what you see?

As Gideon is talking to the surgeon, Hotch approaches everyone from behind. You, Spencer, and Elle are standing outside of the glass watching the interaction.

“You get anything from his car?” Elle asks the older agent.

“It's a red 2-seat Maserati.”

“It’s not him,” you say.

“How do you know?” Hotch asks.

He claimed earlier in the week that he wants to understand what you can do, and this is your opportunity.

“Remember when we checked out the crime scene at the park before the re-enactment? I saw the car pull up to the spot. A man got out. I didn’t see his face because there were three black holes where his eyes and mouth were supposed to be. Everything else was distinctive. Landman doesn’t have the same build as the person I saw. Landman has a full head of hair. The shooter doesn’t.

“It’s not all in my head. I don’t see things because I want to see them or because my mind is twisting things. I see them for what they are. Landman isn’t the shooter. No matter how arrogant he may be. It’s just his personality.”

“Okay, I trust you. Where is he?”

“Dr. Pate isn’t the only person who thinks I’m a God,” Landman practically shouts so that everyone on the other side of the class can hear.

“This way,” you instruct and walk away from the group.

“Let’s go, Reid,” Hotch says and takes your crush with him.

“Check out Dr. Pate if it’s necessary. But I can say with 100% confidence that it’s not Landman. Richard Angelo wanted to be a hero because in his everyday life, he was a nobody. Landman’s a great surgeon, and with that, comes with respect and power all on its own.”

“Yeah, but you know, surgeons are a different breed. There are stars in the field, and Landman is definitely not one of them,” Spencer spits out.

You three approach the nurses desk where a gentleman is standing with his back turned to you. You stop short in your tracks as the vision of the car comes into your mind.

“Excuse me. I'd like to speak with Dr. Pate,” Hotch says and flashes his badge.

The nurse turns around, and it’s like the whole picture is cleared up for you. The man you saw in your vision becomes clearer to match the person in front of you. The black holes disappear to show the face of the man standing before you. He looks at the three of you before nodding.

“Yes, sir. I'll go find her for you,” he says and walks off.

Your eyes stay glued to the man.

“He’s not a surgeon,” you whisper fearfully.

wanna be tagged? add yourself to this document! if your tag doesn’t work, find out why!

@averyhotchner @lets-be-gay-for-the-angel @fan-girl-97 @paulaern @inkstainedwritergirl @estrela-rogers @abitchforjay @kwbaby24 @redsalv20 @joonie-centric @havesaltwilltravel @spencerreid-mgg @sixpencespencee

65 notes · View notes

takeeachdayonebookatatime · 1 year

Text

Why did you elbow me? 85

Out of breath

Castle: pov this food is high fat, salt and grain. Lily says her son Dave told her this is Alexis's favorite food, which it is. Kate is digging into her lasagna, which she should not be eating but I'm not going to say anything. Kate is saying how amazing it is. Lilly asks if we want any alcohol with our food, Kate says she wishes she could but no thanks she can't drink. Dave suggests we all go for a night time swim in the pool house, he manages to convince his parents. Turns out he is on the swim team at college. I run to the car and grab our bathing suits and Kate's life vest. I can't take my chances. Kate's bathing suit Is a full piece with cute flowers on it. The bag with important stuff for Kate says Wells Cornell trauma center on the side of it.

Kate: pov Esposito texts me saying he found something in the woman's Financials. Someone was paying for her treatment at a rehab-like place for drug related issues. I tell him to have Ryan check it out.

Castle: pov Once in the pool house Bill turns on the multi colored lights he mentions the pool can be warmed up if we like. I tell Kate to come over here so I can put her life vest on, she does not look happy about this at all. Alexis is talking with Lily about something, Dave comes over and sees the life jacket in my hand which I'm trying to get Kate to put on.

Dave: pov I can see Mr Castle has a life jacket in his hand which he is trying to get Kate to wear, my dad comes over to ask if we want to heat the pool. I tell Mr Castle she doesn't have to get in if she can't swim. I should have asked first, if she could. Castle says she was one of the best swimmers the NYPD had. I just realized he said the NYPD had, I mention you said had. But earlier you said she was an NYPD captain, he says she still is an NYPD captain. He says she can swim, that is when I notice her bag on the other chair says Wells Cornell trauma center on the side of it. I'm speechless, Alexis never mentioned anyone in her family having trauma. I mentioned my aunt works there. Castle says what, I say Wells Cornell trauma center she's a nurse there.

Kate: pov Oh my bag, Castle is clipping my life vest on. I mention, I was shot years ago and the medics took me there. Bill mentions that getting shot is that part of the job an occupational hazard so to speak. Because that sounds very painful. I mention that we wear a vest to prevent that from happening. Dave asks I'm confused, where were you shot? I don't like talking about this subject so I decided to keep it vague. Uh the left side of my chest. I can hear Lily's shocked gasp. Dave keeps going so did the bullet, like get stuck in your vest or did it go through it. I'm starting to get uncomfortable with this conversation. I say I wasn't wearing one, he says why weren't you. I answer because I was at a funeral my Captain had just died and while giving the eulogy I was shot by a sniper. Dave is surprised by what I said; he apologizes for being so nosy.

Alexis: pov Kate mentions I'm lucky to have survived. Lily says that must have been very traumatizing for you.

Kate: pov Oh it was, it's the gift that keeps on giving, got a very nice heart condition from it and some lovely ptsd, and 3 months of disability.

Castle: pov I can hear the sarcasm in Kate's voice.

Bill : pov I love how you can joke about something so serious.

Kate: pov well arrhythmia is not fun but I make do, and being a homicide captain is amazing.

Castle: pov i tell Dave kate flat line in the ambulance on the way to Wells Cornell trauma center they had to use the paddles on her. Our friend Lanie the Me with the 12th precinct had to do CPR the whole way to the trauma room. The bullet nicked her left inferior pulmonary vein causing Tension pneumothorax on her left side requiring a chest tube to be inserted. They did emergency thoracotomy surgery on her, to gain access to the area. The trauma Caused her pericardium to distend it was full of blood compressing her heart.The Bullet also grazed her left ventricle causing Kate to bleed into her heart causing a cardiac tampon. The cardiac surgeon had to cut some of her pericardial sac to let some of the blood out, the trauma resulted in vfib causing her to go into cardiac arrest during surgery on her heart. They had to use the internal paddles and manual heart massages.

Alexis: pov Kate does not look good at all, she looks freaked out and is breathing funny, while my dad is talking about her shooting. Kate looks pale and about to faint, she seems almost frozen in place.

Kate: pov suddenly I'm back in that cemetery laying on the grass dying Castle telling me he loves me, then I'm in the ambulance flatlining, in the hospital being cut into a chest tube being placed. So much pain it's overwhelming. That is when everything goes black.

Alexis: pov Dad catches her just as she starts to faint and puts Kate on the floor. He checks her vitals which seem okay.

Castle: pov a few seconds later Kate wakes back up I ask her what just happened Kate tells me she has no idea. Everything just went black all of a sudden.

Lily: pov I mention so is that why you can't drink alcohol and you drink decaf coffee. I ask if there is any other stuff she can't have,

Alexis: pov I answer for Kate who is now sitting on dads lap, aleve, caffeine, Black licorice almost killed her, grapefruit juice and spicy stuff. She should also avoid foods high in fats, salt and red meats. Oh and very hot and cold water.

Lily: pov I ask if the food I made would bother her. Castle says probably not. We finally got in the pool except Castle and Kate since he was concerned with her passing out earlier. Everyone is talking about stuff, Kate is talking about her recent case. Afterwards Dave and Alexis suggested we watch a movie. It is a movie that is very important to Alexis.

Dave: pov we all head upstairs to watch the movie. It's an older one Alexis puts the disk in the player.

Kate: pov Ryan texts me saying he found surveillance footage of someone dumping the body.

Castle: pov it's about 9:10 and Kate is definitely going down, getting up at 5am does that to you. A few minutes into the movie Dave realizes the woman looks like an older version of Alexis she mentions it's her grandma Martha. Kate is definitely asleep, it's now 11: 20, once the movie is over I realize my problem. Dave mentions Kate is out and if I need help carrying our stuff to the car. I mentioned tonight was fun and Kate got up at 5am today. To be continued. ………

#castle #caskett #stanakatic #katebeckett #richardcastle #nathanfillion #seamusdever #kevinryan #tamalajones #lanieperish #jonhuertas #javieresposito

1 note · View note