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All Seeing, All Knowing, All Loving

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x You

Rating: PG, no smut or violence

Warnings: You’re getting stalked and hacked! Life pro tip: don’t put random USBs in your computer ;)

Summary: A cat gets dumped at your front door and a strange email gets dumped in your inbox. Who could it possibly be?

Notes: Yes you’re using Firefox because it’s the BEST

Word Count: 1,904

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Someone was watching you.

You couldn't tell whether it was all in your head; logic and the power of chance dictated that it was, but there was that tiny little whisper of doubt in the back of your mind. One CCTV turning to follow you down the street was a coincidence, and you could argue that for the next half dozen, but not for every single one on the route from your work to your home. You couldn't remember when it started, but you'd first noticed it in the industrial estate when you'd taken another look for that skinny cat. The CCTV had practically swivelled all the way around, centring in on you, too overt to even pretend it was scanning the street. That had made sense. You'd walked onto some sort of military base; security on the old buildings might have been upped. The one after it wasn't too unusual either; undoubtedly, you looked pretty suspicious coming out of the disused alleyway. But every single camera after that, each one swivelling to watch you for long enough for you to come in range of the next one?

Whatever you'd done to get onto the radar of the higher-ups was beyond you. Perhaps it was your little foray into closed-off territory, but you'd reassured yourself that it was a one-off. They'd see that, and then they'd leave you alone. You hoped.

At any rate, you had more important things to do.

Saturday was Caturday, and that meant you had to check all the applications that had come in, go through them, and set up meetings for the applicants to meet the cats. Then, you had to walk over to the cattery and see what new cats had been brought in or surrendered, take their pictures, and then update the website, as well as all the updates from the successful adoptions that had happened over the week.

Your last task of the day was to open the post, finding your usual selection of postcards from adopters and fosterers, as well as a few thank you cards. Those went up on your desk, where you took your cards to display around your workspace and found the USB sitting on your desk. Usually, your colleagues sent you new pictures by email, but you had just assumed that they'd chosen a new method, perhaps one that would have an archive of pictures that were easier to look back at. It did have a cute drawing of a cat on it, and when you plugged it into your computer, it was full of cat pictures. You didn't recognise any of them; they were strays, by the look of it. Regardless, you didn't end up having enough time to click through them all; your day ended up swallowed by working through all the applications and scheduling various check-ups on all the cats. By the time you got back to your desk, it was already the end of the day, so you did the usual thing and took the USB stick home with you to work on it from home.

You'd noticed that your screen had flickered a little when you'd put it in, and the command box popped up for half a second, but that wasn't so unusual; the laptop was half a decade old at this point. That kept you occupied until you almost fell asleep on the sofa, at which point you decided to call it a day.

The next morning wasn't any less bizarre; in fact, it was perhaps more so.

Your usual morning routine had been interrupted by a sharp knock on the door, and when you'd gone to investigate, begrudging having to put actual clothes on, all you found was a box. You hadn't ordered anything that you could recall, but the women at the rescue liked to get each other little gifts, with that being your initial assumption. Of course, there was the fact that the cardboard box was roughly the size of a microwave. And the fact that it had air holes poked in the side. Not to mention the large block letters scrawled on top, perhaps the biggest clue of all as to what was inside.

'CAT.'

They had to be joking. Someone had left a cat on your doorstep? You were used to that at work, sure; you worked in a cat rescue, it was only natural for people to drop cats off in all manner of boxes and even bags, but this was your front door. You couldn't think of anyone who knew your address that would drop a cat off without at least texting you. Granted, you didn't have your phone. You were still irritated about that; what kind of man took someone's phone? Regardless, there were other things for you to worry about now.

Gingerly, you picked up the box, making sure to support the bottom as you brought it back into your home. There wasn't a holding crate like there was at the rescue, nor was there any protective gear. At least the cat inside didn't sound angry. It was worth the risk.

Your bathroom would be the safest place to open the box; it was the smallest room, with ample access to water in case you needed to clean, which was likely.

You set the box down on the floor, pushing the door closed with your foot. Then, you gingerly pulled the cardboard flap open. As labelled, there was a cat inside. A small, skinny little thing, white and grey, with stains— hang on, you knew this cat. The little bastard that had gotten you caught trespassing on a military base—sans the plastic ring around its neck. And now it was here? It still didn't look particularly afraid of you here, even if it was giving you a reproachful look, curled up in the furthest corner of the box. Its tail was still smooth, its ears slightly back but not completely flattened. You could risk holding out a hand toward it, your fingertips reaching out so it could smell you. It may not have been thrilled by the fact that it had now lost its freedom, but it wasn't aggressive by any means. Nor did it seem particularly interested in you, letting you boop its nose without flinching. It just watched you carefully as you stroked its head, just silent and curious.

You had another problem now. How were you supposed to leave your apartment when you had a new cat to take care of? You already knew you couldn't take it to the shelter; it was overcrowded as it was, but you weren't about to leave it alone in your house. For the time being, at least, you would be working from home.

First things first, you'd have to send an email into work, so that was what you'd do. There wasn't too much trouble the cat could get into, so you left it in the bathroom to get acclimatised. Thankfully, your workspace was right across from the bathroom, so you could keep an eye on the door from your desk. Already, there were emails waiting for you the second you turned your laptop on. They were easy enough to skim through, mostly junk; offers from shops you were sure you'd already unsubscribed from, but one caught your attention, having arrived just a few minutes ago.

'CAT.'

If it was a spam email, it worked well enough for you to click on it, even though 'zyxabc123@protonmail.com' seemed like the fakest address imaginable. Still, you clicked.

'Subject: CAT

Is the cat okay?'

That was a little creepy. Then again, maybe someone had anonymously donated a cat, and was too ashamed to reveal their identity. It wasn't completely beyond the realm of possibility, even if it was strange. So, you replied.

'Subject: CAT

Yes. Who is this?'

The response pinged into your inbox quickly,

'Subject: CAT

Take care of Soap.'

Who on Earth was Soap? Was that the cat? It looked far too unclean to have such a name, but who were you to argue with a mysterious stranger. Soap it was.

With that taken care of, your next priority was to get in some sort of supplies for Soap. You clicked to send a new email, but the light of your laptop flicked on. You instinctively checked to see if you'd accidentally opened a program, but the only thing open on your computer was your email. You then hit ctrl-alt-delete, but there wasn't any other application open there either. The camera light shone mockingly, and you frowned at it, before quickly opening up Firefox and typing in 'Camera light on laptop on, no program using it.'

Naturally, Microsoft was the first result, so you scrolled through the forum and read through the advice. Already, you were bored, but you still took on the suggestions. First on the list was the classic. 'Turn it off and on again.' You pressed the power button, then sat back and waited for the laptop to turn off. After a moment, it did, the light switching off and the screen going dark. You waited ten seconds, then switched it back on.

Victory! The light was off once more, so it must have been some strange hardware bug. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but you couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that something was wrong. You decided the easiest thing to do was to run a virus scan, so you left the laptop to it while you went to check on Soap. 

Soap had made himself quite comfortable in the bathroom sink, curled up underneath the tap. You took the opportunity to examine the cardboard box, checking to see if there were any supplies that had been stashed in a corner.

At the back end, right where Soap had been curled up, was a phone. Your phone! Of course it would turn up after you'd ordered a replacement. At least there was still enough time to cancel that. Oh, how you'd missed your phone. You couldn't remember how to live without it; the last few days had been like trying to live without an arm. Surprisingly, it was fully charged, and everything on it was still intact. So that military man hadn't just mugged you. The mere memory of those cold green eyes unsettled you, and then it clicked. He had your phone. He'd put it in a box with the cat you'd been chasing and left both at your front door. He knew where you lived.

You could feel the chill down your spine as you scrambled to your feet and shot back over to the laptop, gears turning in your mind as you sent another email.

'Subject: CAT

Are you stalking me?'

It wasn't subtle, but you were too freaked out to play detective. The reply came in quickly.

'Subject: You

:-)'

You'd never considered a smiley face to be scary, but now it was fucking terrifying. Another email came in, and you clicked with trembling fingers,

'Subject: You

Relax. Just needed good home for Soap. Not going to hurt you.'

The email did little to reassure you. When did anyone ever admit they were planning on going to hurt someone? You chewed your nails, stomach twisting as you typed,

'Subject: You

Who are you?'

It was a shot in the dark, but maybe a Good Samaritan would give up his name. Another notification popped up.

'Subject: Me

Ghost.'

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Leaving

~*~ Chapter 2 ~*~

Hawks x fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1.1k

Notes: This is an ongoing series for now that will probably include fluff, angst, and smut at a later point. Reader is a few years older than Hawks.

Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10

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You had a few days left before your employment at the agency started and did your best to settle into your new home. The TV blared in the background while you put your clothes away, a breaking news report stopping you in your tracks. "And here we see some CCTV footage of our newcomer Hawks taking down the bank robber," you heard the male newsreporter say. You took a few steps back, so you could peek through the open door that led to your living room, the screen of your TV appearing in your line of view. You watched the somewhat grainy video of a random security camera that had caught Hawks' movements. Fast and precise, he took the robber down, his face stoic in concentration for a moment, before his features softened again once he had that guy pinned down to the ground with a few of his feathers. He had just gracefully landed next to the criminal when the police officers that had been on standby close to the scene came running to make the arrest. The hero's feathers retracted and reconnected with his wings. It was intriguing to see him work, to say the least.

~*~

You woke up an hour early with a feeling of excitement deep inside of you. Today would be the first day at the agency, and you really couldn't wait to meet everybody and get to know them. You just hoped that you'd all get along and you'd be able to support the young pro hero and his sidekicks to the best of your abilities. For them to be able to do their jobs properly would be your responsibility to an extent from here on out.

You completed your chores, took a shower, got dressed and ready, drank a cup of coffee while checking the news, and finally packed your lunch. Closing and locking the door of your apartment behind you, you took a moment to rest your arms on the railing of the outdoor hallway and appreciated the sight in front of you. It was such a nice day, the sky was clear and the sun was shining. You looked down to watch the city come to life as people were getting ready to commute to work and school, entering the train station. An older man across the street left the doors of his shop open to let some fresh air in while preparing everything for the day. A smile tugged on your lips as you thought about the hard-working heroes that protected all of what was in front of you.

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Only 15 minutes later, you arrived at the building the agency was located in. You wished the lady at the front desk a good morning and got into the elevator, traveling up to the top floor once again. The doors opened to reveal your boss and colleagues who were happily chatting away. "Good morning, everyone!" You shot the guys a polite smile.

"Good morning, early bird," Hawks greeted before the others even had a chance to say anything. "Slept well? Ready for your first day?" A smile was plastered on his face, as he introduced you to his sidekicks, so you could memorize their names and quirks. He took it upon himself to show you around the agency. Hawks concluded the albeit short tour by leading you to your desk. You groaned internally as you saw the stacks of papers everyone seemed to have collected just for the day you finally started working at the agency. He pointed over to a door along the hallway that was closest to your little office area. "And this is my office," he stated, right as the phone on your desk went off. "Looks like you have your first call coming in." He waved goodbye to you as he opened the door to his office and left you to your work.

Your previous experiences in the field helped you greatly throughout the day. Once you'd ended the call with the reporter that was eager to score an exclusive interview with the newly debuted hero, you started your work with your daily routine, that included checking letters and emails for urgent matters. You answered a few more phone calls, making sure that emergencies got handled by Hawks and the others right away. Lunch time rolled around much faster than you'd anticipated. Eating the contents of your bento box, you were happy about not being completely alone in the agency. At least one of the sidekicks was back from his duties, and over lunch, you got to know him a little better.

The rest of the day was mostly spent by organizing the mess of papers on your desk. You tried to classify whatever got your way and realized pretty soon that this office had neither binders nor enough paper clips available. You made a list of all the things that you'd need for your work in the upcoming days.

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You should have been headed home nearly an hour ago, but paperwork had kept you busy when a flapping noise coming from Hawks' office distracted you. The door flung open, and your boss came into view. "I just hope they didn't drink all the coffee, I really -" The young hero looked at you, a little confused. "Weren't you supposed to leave like an hour ago?"

You laughed, biting down a comment on how he and everyone else had been collecting paperwork for weeks without even looking at the letters and emails that had been coming in. "I'll be leaving in a few minutes. Could you please check this list I made? I need your approval on the things I purchase and -"

"You're welcome to buy whatever you need to do your job. I might be the pro hero here, but you're my pro secretary. I trust your decisions." And with that, he went over to the coffee machine, pouring himself a cup and adding an amount of sugar that made you feel nauseous from the sheer sight. Shaking your head, you shut down the PC and grabbed your purse. "Thanks, Hawks, I'll see you tomorrow," you went over to the elevator. "Good night, y/n," he smiled between two sips of coffee.

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It took you much longer than you'd anticipated, but eventually, all the paperwork was organized into different binders. Incomplete reports were finished and sent out to the police and HPSC. The agency's emails were taken care of, and you'd placed several stackable desk organizers on a sideboard so everyone could grab their letters and notes conveniently. For a while, you simply did your job, got to know the different people inside and outside of the agency that you worked with on a regular basis, and - no matter how cheeky or what a tease he was - actually really enjoyed working for the charming young hero.

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The Adviser (26/45) | Bechloe Mafia AU

All Best Laid Plans (Chapter Preview - Read the rest at ao3)

Chloe chuckled as Dr. Mitchell recounted a tale of the nervous intern that came in with his doctors to check on him the other day. He was so rattled when the doctor asked him a question about an equipment that he mistook as for the shelf of Dr. Mitchell's bedside table. The doctor looked unimpressed, and the medical intern was all the more shocked with his own antics when he realized what had happened. Chloe wasn't sure how to feel about a medical intern messing up big time, but at least it didn't happen during a surgery or when a patient needed emergency assistance.

Currently, they have been taking turns to visit Dr. Mitchell at the hospital. Aubrey would visit with Emily. Sometimes she would go there with Chloe. On rare occasions it would be the three of them. But it was usually Beca who Chloe accompanied. Beca would mostly delegate herself with speaking to his doctors in private, checking in on how the staff on the floor was doing to make sure she gets on their good side and have them take good care of Dr. Mitchell. Her concern for him was genuine, that much Chloe could see, even when she tried her best to hide it. She couldn't really understand why, but it only made her love her even more.

ADMIRE, Beale, you admire her, not love her… you're not actually in love with Beca, right? Maybe have some stupid crush, but not actual falling in love kind of LOVE, right? Chloe chastised herself as she caught her thoughts slipping.

She didn't let Dr. Mitchell catch on, however. Or at least she hoped he did not.

Aubrey was not with them for their current visit. She was busy trying to de-escalate the situation with Kimmy Jin. The situation being that Chicago had wanted Beca arrested for the stunt she pulled. However, Beca was lucky. There was no proof it was her doing. Beca even put on her best acting chops on display as she said that she truly did hate Chicago, that's why he enjoyed in seeing him humiliated and drenched in pig's blood, when questioned by the police, but that it was not her who did it. She added in an "I wish it were me though, that would have been incredibly satisfying," to drive home the point of her innocence.

But of course, Chloe knew it was her. They all did. Beca was just incredibly crafty. She had hired actors assuming the names of the tenants show up at a sold-out theater show, using that as their alibies, so that they wouldn't even be considered to be part of her schemes. The actors were of close resemblance, at least good enough for the security feeds that Stacie may or may not have altered to fit closer to each of their builds and physiques. Beca personally ushered them in and said goodbye to each of them – as caught by the feeds as clear as day, while their beloved tenants carried out their assigned tasks – and Beca being late for the talk with popcorn was proof of her travelling from the theater and to the university. She also spent most of the last few days in highly popular areas with CCTV footage. She was no where near the university building. Unfortunately, the university also didn't have camera footage, whatsoever, for the auditorium, which means no evidence.

Kimmy Jin was still upset, however, by the antics, and they believed Aubrey was best equipped in talking with her about their next set of plans. They needed her for this, after all. Beca was cooking up something to serve Chicago and Babel on a silver platter for her.

"Is anything wrong?" Chloe asked after noting the few minutes of silence between her and Dr. Mitchell. "Are you alright?"

He nodded and smiled wistfully. "I was wondering, if it wouldn't be too much, if you could accept this gift from me," he then said, pulling out a paper bag from underneath his right bedside table.

Chloe stood up to try and help him, but promptly sat back down as he had managed to do the task by himself. She smiled a little, seeing that he seemed to be truly getting better. If only even by a little. Chloe accepted the paper bag and saw a beautiful blue knitted scarf inside, along with a folded white paper. She was about to reach in to grab it when Dr. Mitchell placed a hand on hers and shook his head to stop her.

"Oh, come now, please, it would embarrass me if you would read my letter right in front of me," Dr. Mitchell then said.

Chloe chuckled and nevertheless agreed. "Did you make this by yourself?"

Dr. Mitchell nodded in response. "I'm not one for television shows," he said, nodding towards the small flatscreen TV hanging on his wall. "And to be honest, I feel sensitive to some sounds and bright flashing lights from the screen sometimes. I don't know if it's the medicine or the cancer," he replied with a sigh. "But one of the night nurses, she knits by the info desk when it's not too busy and she talks about her knitting projects when she comes in to check on me. I told her I used to knit myself, and she started bringing her yarn and knitting with me at night, to keep me company."

"That's so sweet of her," Chloe commented. "Thank you," she added. "But I'm impressed. I wouldn't have guessed you knitted."

Dr. Mitchell laughed, a hint of melancholy in his tone. "My wife died young. And my daughter had a bad habit of tearing her clothes a lot even when she was still very little, I don't even know how she would manage it. I started to learn how to stitch and mend the tears myself, got curious and tried out knitting her simple things. I tried out a small sweater, and a pair of gloves. A beanie too. I never managed to give her a proper scarf, I was always worried she would somehow get tangled in it and hurt herself."

"I didn't know you had a daughter," Chloe admitted, giving Dr. Mitchell a soft smile. "Aubrey mentioned you had a child before, I was always curious if they ever tried visiting you or not. You kept insisting you didn't have any family left, and I wasn't sure if it's because of the case, if they had cut ties with you."

Dr. Mitchell shook his head. "I had to give her away because of my first cancer diagnosis. I had no other family who could take her in. Last I heard, she's been adopted by some other family already. She was very young when it happened. She's probably forgotten about me, or maybe she resents me?"

There was a crack in Dr. Mitchell's tone as he asked the question, and tears in her eyes. It was enough for Chloe to get rather glassy-eyed herself. She couldn't help but feel for him. She was already trying to figure out a way, if possible, for her to help Dr. Mitchell reach out to his daughter because of it.

Because it was too painful to think about, Dr. Mitchell dying without any resolutions with this matter, or even if he does survive his illness, going back to a world where you were nothing but a stranger to your own family?

Because losing her father still stung a little, and Chloe still regretted not making any amends with him before he had gone.

"Maybe she doesn't," Beca replied as she leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed over her chest, looking out the window. Chloe hadn't even realized she had gotten back. "Maybe she's fine and happy. You shouldn't think that she resents you. Stop feeling so guilty about it. You did what you had to do to be sure she had a good life, right?"

"Y-yes," Dr. Mitchell replied wiping his tears away.

Chloe was about to say something when Beca's phone rung. She watched as she looked rather amused to hear who was on the other line as she spoke.

"Who was it?" Chloe couldn't help but ask.

"I have to go, I'll have Lilly pick you up, I think it's best I go alone on this one," she replied.

"Wait, why? Who was it? Beca!" Chloe cried out as she watched Beca make haste to leave.

"I'll tell you all about it later!" Beca cried back, "I promise! I'll buy you dinner and tell you all about it, alright? It's just safer this way," she replied. In her eyes, Chloe could see that she was asking her to trust her about it.

And trust her she did.