#✽ (108.) — on a gurney with a fucking hole in my throat (p. strahm)

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Strahm knew he had anger management issues. HE KNEW THAT. But that didn’t mean he was any good at managing them. Still, he rarely let it escalate to a physical level, ESPECIALLY with colleagues. And yet, Fish had a way of pushing his buttons in a way that hardly anyone else knew how to do. And today, she’d pushed him to the limit.

“Are you KIDDING ME?!?” With one quick movement, Strahm placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed her up against the wall, his eyes burning with rage, his voice now a low growl. “You have NO RIGHT to tell me what to do. I am FAR more experienced than you, whether you like it or not. And as long as we’re working together, you listen to ME — and me ONLY.” His eyes were narrowed, and his grip was tight. He met her gaze, looking directly into her eyes, then exhaled sharply, his hands still firmly planted on her shoulders. “YOU GOT IT?”

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THERE WAS NO JUSTIFICATION for what Jigsaw did. John may have THOUGHT he was making the world a better place, but that did nothing more than prove to Strahm that the man was an absolute PSYCHOPATH. Even though he was now gone, his legacy remained — which seemed to be EXACTLY what he’d wanted.

He was tired — TIRED of sitting at his desk and getting absolutely nowhere. He’d been at this for hours already, and it was driving him insane. He shook his head, then rapidly stood up and sighed, clenching his fists in an attempt to CONTROL THE RAGE that was bubbling up inside of him.

IT WAS MURDER. Plain and simple.

“Tully,” he called out, walking over to her desk. “YOU GOT ANYTHING? I’ve been looking at these photos from the crime scene all day; a fresh set of eyes would be nice.”

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Another day, another Jigsaw victim. Tully stood by her desk, mulling over information she had curated so far, the connections. John Kramer had a pattern of testing people who most would believe didn’t deserve it. But as she looked over the most recent victims, she began to believe whoever had been helping Jigsaw and Amanda Young may have a personal-driven motive.

She carefully spread the notes on a few prior victims out on her meticulously organized desk, intently focused. A few theory’s had been waving their ways through her mind recently, though she hadn’t confided in anyone about them yet. Even though Dan Erickson constantly blew smoke up her ass, she didn’t trust him enough to discuss this without him blowing it off completely. It was contradictory of him but he had disregarded her input in the past for no reason but their personal issues at the time. Hell, she wouldn’t put it past him if the man didn’t genuinely appreciate her at all.

She felt this theory, this information was important to consider; it couldn’t simply be swept under the rug. Maybe if she told someone, she could get the carousel of thoughts out her fucking mind.

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(Abby/Peter) Another day of an unsolved case, another memorial for another set of dead officers who didn't know her. Even still, she had flawless funeral etiquette, polite and subdued, neatly standing in a black dress, the same gentle platitudes. The whole time she couldn't stop looking at Peter, it was clear he was upset, angry, as he usually tended to be. Brooding about and not hiding his dislike for Mark.

Abby tried something different, maybe it wouldn't make a difference to him, maybe he'd push her away, but just maybe.... The woman in the black dress approached the large man, and ever so gently took his arm. A soft, sympathetic smile gracing her features with a slight tilt of her head. "Peter?" She did look gorgeous, she didn't go out of her way to, but everyone looks classy in black.

PETER HATED FUNERALS. He always had. No one liked them, of course, but he despised them. He’d been to too many to count over the years; he’d lost countless coworkers, and unfortunately, it was just PART OF THE JOB. He’d been fortunate enough to not lose anyone especially close to him yet, other than a few of his grandparents, but that was to be expected from their ages. Despite this, he still hated funerals, and yet, here he was. Even though he hadn’t known the officers well, he still felt a sense of sadness in the pit of his stomach — sadness, but most of all, ANGER. What kind of fucking monster would do this?

His mood was foul, and the touch to his arm caught him COMPLETELY off-guard. His instinct was to pull away, to grit his teeth and hiss at the person who’d grabbed his arm, warning them not to touch him again. But then, he heard the voice — and the word. HIS FIRST NAME. His coworkers rarely called him by his first name. Looking down, he saw Abby, and it took him a few seconds to actually process what he was looking at. Because he’d NEVER seen her look like this before. He’d never really taken much of a notice to her physical appearance; he’d never paid much attention to that. He tended to see people’s personalities rather than their appearances.

But today, it would have been A CRIME not to notice how beautiful she looked. And Strahm certainly wasn’t a criminal.

He stared down at her for a few more seconds before finally allowing his muscles to relax; they’d tensed up slightly when she’d touched him despite himself. “… yes?” His tone was different now — MUCH less aggressive than to be expected from him, and much more… GENUINE.

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@jigsawfcrged asked: don’t push it. / my mark to your strahm

GOD, Hoffman was infuriating. Strahm found himself rolling his eyes at the other man’s words. For some reason, Hoffman had a way of pushing his buttons in JUST the right way to push him closer and closer to the edge of an explosion. And Strahm knew he had a temper; he knew he needed to play it cool… but it was EASIER SAID THAN DONE.

“Don’t make me,” Peter shot back, giving Mark a side glance. “Tell you what — keep your nose out of MY BUSINESS and I’ll keep my nose out of YOURS. Deal?”

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Anonymous asked: Peter, what about Abigail Cain stood out to you? You're kind of a hot head but never with her, why?

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THE FIRST THING Lindsey noticed about her was how nervous she seemed. She’d expected that; she’d spoken to Allison enough to know what to expect, but the last thing Lindsey wanted was for Abby to feel uncomfortable or not at ease. So, she just gave the other woman a reassuring and calming smile, immediately taking Abby’s hand and shaking it. “You look nice, too. I’m Agent Lindsey Perez.”

Once Perez had shaken Abby’s hand, Strahm reached out, taking it and giving it a firm shake. “Agent Peter Strahm, FBI.” He seemed to be staring her down — but not in an intimidating way, more in an analytical way, as if he was analyzing her. Peter had a tendency to do that whenever he met new people. But he figured it was probably making her uncomfortable, so he cracked one of his rare, small smiles for about half a second before his expression faded into his usual neutral one.

Allison quickly noticed the awkwardness and chimed in. “Her work is FANTASTIC. I mean, if it weren’t for her, we wouldn’t have, like, ANY leads on this case.”

Perez nodded, then smiled directly at Abby, looking into her eyes. “You seem very dedicated to your work. What got you into forensics?”

First meeting redo for @fantasywritten​ now that she has collected strahm, kerry & perez.

Kerry told her not to be nervous, there was no need to be nervous, she’d put in a good word about the strange woman in the forensics lab. That her work was good, that she was good, Kerry even said she’d come down with them.

But she couldn’t help it, Kerry got her talking again, after John took her, after she confronted the man he truly was. Maybe she never was in any real danger, but the hurt and betrayal was palpable. She knew he was doing this, and that he still had Eric Matthews imprisoned somewhere, and that he’ll keep killing, he’ll just keep killing until he dies too. And he’ll never see himself as a killer, or a hypocrite, or a monster. What does that make her?

She was talking again, but she was in knots, fluttering around like a hummingbird, her thoughts were scattered, she got more overwhelmed by things. How could you talk that up, Allison?

But they came to the lab, eventually. Kerry, as always, with that same reassuring air, and the two new agents. Both were taller than her, just as professional and cool as each other. She turned with a start when she was alerted they were they, and removed the earphones she sorely needed. “Oh! Kerry.. Hi. Yes, right. And you two are the FBI agents, yes? Wow you two are… Really.. I mean, you both look very nice today.” Compliments, remember, those are nice. Be nice, be easy.

She tried her best to smile politely, look at them while she’s talking to them, but it’s clear she was a little mixed up, and even more nervous. “I’m… Abigail. I mean, Cain. Last names… Abigail Cain… Is my name. You can just call me… Whatever you like?” She looked to Kerry for help, she was struggling. She at least remembered to offer handshakes.

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@extraordinarygrrls asked: 💭 + romantic/sexy headcanons about Peter Strahm for no reason whatsoever 👀👀

For romantic headcanons, see these posts! For sexy ones, keep reading 👀

Strahm rarely has one-night stands. He’s only done that in college, and he doesn’t plan on ever doing it again. He enjoys sex, don’t get me wrong, but he enjoys it a lot more when he cares about the person he’s with.

He loves it when his partner rubs up against him, or runs their hands over his bare skin. He likes both being on top and being on the bottom, though he prefers being on top. He has incredible stamina, too. He can hold out for a surprisingly long time if he wants to.

He always focuses on his partner’s satisfaction before his own. He doesn’t like to open his mouth and actually ask if what he’s doing feels good, so he relies solely on his partner’s reactions.

Strahm is incredibly good at going down on a girl. Just saying.

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"Me and Peter?" Abby paused and smiled. "I mean, lots of pros. He's a very tender lover, great in bed. The con is that he refuses to stop working, and it's a whole thing to actually get him into bed, let alone like... Into Bed. It is worth it, though."

Send me one pro and one con you could see with having sex with my character.

HE DOESN’T REALLY LIKE that this all is being said out loud, but he shrugs it off, deciding to play along. “Alright… MY TURN now. Pros for Abby: she’s sweet, beautiful, and I love her. I want to make her happy. The only con is that is distracts me from my work, but it’s WORTH IT in the end. And I can’t think of any other cons.”

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@extraordinarygrrls asked: ❛ i… i can’t go out. ❜

PETER’S GAZE SOFTENED IMMEDIATELY. He seemed to know exactly what she meant without asking any questions about it. THE LOOK ON HER FACE told him everything he needed to know. A sympathetic look came over his face, and Peter gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“Okay.” His voice was calm and gentle, soft and REASSURING. “Let’s stay in tonight. Order some pizza, watch a movie. How does that sound?”

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“I’M SURE you are.” The sarcastic quip left Strahm’s mouth before he could stop it. From what little he knew about Fish, she had more of a reckless nature. Still, he kept his mouth shut — other than that snarky remark he’d said just a few seconds earlier.

“TONIGHT IT IS,” he agreed, checking his watch. “We’ll be ready.”

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐌 & 𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇​ ​

SHE WAS BEING RUDE. Strahm wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but he felt offended by her attitude. Did she think she was BETTER than him? Who the hell did she think she was? “I’ve done this before, too. I’m just saying — WE HAVE TO BE CAREFUL.” His tone was laced with annoyance.

Still, despite the slight anger building up in his chest, Strahm knew he had to keep his cool. He got angry way too easily, and if he lost his head, it would only prove Fish’s point. So, he just crossed his arms, leaning back in his seat. “So, when is this happening? TONIGHT?” If the plan was finalized, they needed to execute it as soon as possible.

She would have rolled her eyes, but she was trying to behave. “I’m always careful,” she quipped, though there was no doubt he knew she was lying. Fish had a reputation for being reckless, and everyone in the Bureau knew that. 

“Tonight would be best,” she nodded, “the sooner, the better.”

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@consumare asked: would i lie to you? - strahm.

“THAT’S A QUESTION you’re gonna have to answer yourself.” Strahm leaned forward, feeling the rage boil up in his stomach. For a moment, his eyes seemed to have an unnerving quality to them, JUST TEMPORARILY before he brought himself back with a sharp exhale. Keep it together, Strahm.

“Look. I’m NOT PLAYING any of your fucking games, all right? You’re gonna tell me the truth… or you’re gonna PAY.”

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@hrrorstrie asked: ❛ you’re an asshole, you know that? ❜ / from william to strahm fdhishfdsi

“OH, YEAH?” Strahm leaned forward in his seat, his eyes narrowing. He despised it when people that he was TRYING TO HELP saw him as the bad guy, just because of how he came across. It pissed him off — and this was NO EXCEPTION.

“I’M the one helping you. You either DEAL WITH ME or you’re on your own.” His gaze bore into William’s. “YOU GET IT?”

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@jigsawfcrged asked: Ass or Chests? Thighs or Arms? - Peter

“ASS. And… arms. Now quit asking personal questions.”

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@extraordinarygrrls asked: (Abby/Peter) "I would never ask you to change. If I don't fit in your life..." You don't fit into anyone's life, anywhere...

CONFUSION LACED PETER’S FEATURES as Abby spoke. What was making her feel this way? He loved her; hadn’t he made that clear? He wanted her to be a part of his life — now… and maybe even ALWAYS. So, Peter just let out a soft sigh and took her hand, looking her in the eyes.

“Hey… WHERE IS THIS coming from, Abby?” His tone was gentle and patient. There were other things he wanted to say, but figuring out how to word them was a challenge. Still, he tried his best.

“You know I WANT to be with you, right?”

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@extraordinarygrrls asked: (Abby/Peter) "What on Earth possessed you to behave this way?"

RECKLESSNESS. STUPIDITY. ANGER. There were a thousand answers Peter could give to her, but he knew that none of them would really matter. She was upset, understandably. HE’D PROMISED he wouldn’t go after Hoffman without a plan. And, technically speaking, he hadn’t broken that promise. HE’D HAD A PLAN; he just hadn’t told her about it because he knew she’d try to stop him. Because he knew his plan was too reckless. But he couldn’t stand back and watch more people die. The thought alone made Strahm feel sick to his stomach.

So, he’d gone after Hoffman, and the fucking asshole had managed to escape — AGAIN. Peter had almost died in the process; his back ached with sharp cuts from the shards of glass he’d been thrown into, and one of them was infected, or so the doctor said. He was lying on his stomach, head resting against the pillow, unable to meet Abby’s gaze. He wasn’t even facing her. He didn’t want to see the disappointment — the DISTRUST — in her eyes.

“Impulse,” he finally responded, throat still a little scratchy, though it had healed quite a bit since his self-tracheotomy. “I almost had him, Abby… I was SO FUCKING CLOSE… but I know it’s him; I KNOW IT. I have proof now…” The tape; he’d grabbed it and stuffed it into his pocket before practically leaping into the coffin, probably bruising every god damn bone in his body. But it was worth it. Hopefully, Abby would agree.

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Cheeky lil something for Peter 😉😉

“…OH.” He’s trying not to show too much from his voice, but it’s pretty obvious how he feels. His eyebrows are raised, and he can’t take his eyes off her.

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