#He Was Left on the Steps of the FBI in a Basket Part 3

[schrijverr]

He Was Left on the Steps of the FBI in a Basket 3

Chapter 3 out of 7

Maybe not a basket, but sixteen-year-old Dr. Spencer Reid suddenly shows up at FBI headquarters claiming that his mother has been kidnapped. The BAU isn’t certain first, but the case he sets them on proves to be an interesting one, wherein they get to know the young doctor until he’s practically family. In this chapter, they discover where the bodies have been dumped and theorize on the plane back to the West coast.

On AO3.

Ships: minor hotch/hayley mention

Warnings: ableism (minor in this chapter)

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Wheels Up

Reid is nervous when they get to the police station as if he’s here because he did something wrong, instead of helping them. Or maybe, Morgan thinks, he’s scared of the reaction, scared he won’t get believed anymore oncethey hear the police dismiss him, like they’ve done before.

“Hey kid,” he says and Reid looks back questioningly. “We’re not going to dump you here and drop the case, alright? No matter what we hear.”

When relief is evident in Reid’s eyes, Morgan knows he made the right call, even if Prentiss mouths ‘softie’ at him. Which is ironic, because she slings an arm around Reid comfortingly as they enter the precinct.

They almost make it all the way to Hotch, Rossi and JJ when a portly deputy blocks their way, making Reid take a step back subconsciously as he greets: “H- Hi, Deputy Scott.”

“Spencer,” Deputy Scott raises one of his impressive eyebrows. “What the hell were you thinking, son? Flying all the way to Virginia to bother the FBI. Don’t you have a degree you should be focusing on? Hm?”

Reid looked scolded until the last part, then he frowns and snaps back: “And shouldn’t you be looking for my mom? Seems like we both not doing what we’re supposed to.” The moment the words leave his lips, his face changes as if he has only just realizeswhat he hassaid.

Before he can apologize or take it back, Deputy Scott says: “Now don’t you get smart with me, son.”

“Sorry, sir,” Reid apologizes, not sure of what else to say.

“I think we can assume that we’re all thrown off by the events,” Morgan steps in. “Let’s not point fingers or get upset.”

Deputy Scott sighs, any fight he had towards Reid draining out of him. “Alright, alright. I just don’t get why you’re all so worried. Diana Reid always turns up again.” Rossi is pretty certain he wasn’t involved at this point, but he still doesn’t like the man.

“But she’s never gone this long,” Reid protests. “She couldn't disappear in her state, not without being found. Unless she had help, I don’t get why you-”

“Kid, let it is be, okay?” Morgan cuts him off before he can pick a fight again.

Luckily the phone rings before Reid can protest more. Morgan picks up with a: “Hello, baby girl, what do you got?”

“Why hello there gorgeous,” Garcia greets him. “I come bearing lot’s of news, all bad yet good, so Hotch will want to hear this.”

“Then why did you call me?” Morgan smirks.

“Can’t a girl talk to her best boy?” she shoots back before Morgan tells her he’s putting her on speaker and walking over to Hotch, Reid hot on his trail. The moment the kid hears Garcia, he asks: “Do you have anything? Was I right about the victims?”

“Hello there, g-man, I do have a lot,” Garcia informs him.

“Tell us,” Hotch orders.

“Well, all these victims did disappear, but no bodies have been found. Until I did some digging and the a police department also did some digging, but not the digital kind. You see it turns out the police department in Ithaca, New York,” Reid frowns at the name, “found a John Doe eight years ago, sadly the victim was never identified, until now. But, they did a dental record, never got any result, so I double checked with out of state medical records. The kind that are sealed due to privacy, which is good but also really inconvenient, because I have to unseal them and that takes time, so-”

“Garcia,” Hotch interrupts her before she can go off on a tangent.

“Right. Yes. So, turns out our mystery John Doe is Lewis Clarkman, aged 34 when he was abducted from Austen, Texas also eight years ago,” Garcia tells them. “He was diagnosed with Schizophrenia when he was 26 and had been released from a mental institution two years prior, because he was doing so well. He had lost contact with his family throughout the whole ordeal and had never been a social person. No one noticed he was missing.”

“And the digging the police department did?” Rossi asks.

“Well, when I knew where he had been found, I contacted the police department of Ithaca and asked them to look at the site to check if there have been more bodies,” Garcia says. “Which is why it took so long for me to get back to you, because they had to go digging. And digging they did, because they found another sevenbodies in the area that have died prior to Lewis Clarkman, whoever dumped him stopped dumping othersthere when his spothad been found. They’re canvassing the area now to see if they can find anyone else while the bodies are being processed by the ME. I have identified three already, also from the list of possible victims. Still waiting on the rest.”

“Do you know the COD?” Prentiss says after they’ve processed the information.

“Most of the bodies were too decomposed to tell just yet, but they are working on it,” Garcia informs them. “Lewis Clarkman had his throat slit, but I don’t know yet if the othershave as well.”

“So we’re at the wrong police station,” Morgan summarizes.

“I mean, kind off,” Garcia sounds apologetic. “But you do have an invite from the Ithaca PD if you want to go there.”

“That’s a 35 hour drive from Las Vegas, 36 if you want to avoid paying,” Reid tells them. “He could already be there by now.”

Hotch thinks about it for a moment. They’ve gathered all they can here and even if there’s family of another victim here, there will still be a dozen others who won’t. “Gather your stuff everyone, wheels up in forty.”

Everyone nods before scattering to gather their stuff and make their way to the SUV’s. Only Reid remains in front of Hotch, looking nervous. “SSA Hotchner,” he asks.

“Yes, Reid?” Hotch prompts, deciding to let Reid spit it out in his own time.

“Uhm, I- I know Agent Jareau, and possibly Agent Rossi weren’t too happy with me coming along and I- and I heard you tell Morgan to keep an eye on me. I swear I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, it just happened, I’m so sorry-”

“Was there a point to this?” Hotch cuts through Reid’s anxious rambling. They have a plane to catch.

“I- Can I still come?” he asks. “To Ithaca? I can handle it, I promise. I’m not going to freak out over corpses and I can focus on the reports instead of the photos. I’m a fast reader, I can help. Please don’t leave me when he’s taking my mom there.”

Hotch hadn’t considered leaving Reid here, especially with how the police had acted towards him. He can agree that Diana Reid is an unfit parent, but the lengths to which Reid goes to to find her back, speak of how much she loves him and he, her. The policeshouldn’t have handled this the way they did.

Still, JJ’s words echo in his mind. With bodies found, the faith of Reid’s mother has gone from captivity to death. Would Reid be able to handle it?

“Please take me, even if I don’t get to help, just take me with you.” Hotch has been silent too long it seems, because Reid pleads with him again.

The unwillingness to leave Reid on his own again wins out. He can always sideline Reid later, he decides. “Do you need to pick up anything at home?” he asks and Reid lights up. “Thank you so much, sir. You won’t regret it! And, I- I did want to get something at home if that’s okay?”

“Sure. You’re with me then, see you at the car in five,” Hotch nods, before Reid walks away. He might regret this choice, but watching the head of curls leave knowing he’ll see him soon, doesn’t feel like a bad decision.

When Hotch gets to the car, Reid is already there waiting for him. The first few minutes of the drive are silent, only broken by Reid giving directions. That is until they spot the Sky Beam at the Luxor and Reid blurts out: “Did you know it costs 51 dollars per hour to keep the Sky Beam on?”

“I did not,” Hotch replies, slightly amused at the factsthat the kid couldn't seem to keep contained.

Reid reads his reaction as approval to go on, because he says: “Las Vegas is considered the brightest placeon earth and has over 15,000 miles of neon tubing. It also has 50 wedding chapels and approximately 300 weddings happen each day.”

“Really?” Hotch is genuinely surprised and entertained by the facts and since he has nothing to think about currently that is so urgent it can’t wait for the plane. He asks: “And what about gambling? I thought this was a gambling city. Do you have any facts about that?”

If one were to go off Reid’s face, they would think all the holidays and celebrations came early, because he is enthusiastic, reminding Hotch once again of how young he is. God, he hopes he made the right decision by bringing Reid to Ithaca, New York.

“It is known for its gambling,” Reid tells him, oblivious to the emotional turmoil. “But when Nevada first legalized gambling in 1931, other parts of the country called to have its right as state revoked. Also, the famous Vegas Strip is not actually in Vegas at all, it falls outside city limits and is under the jurisdiction of Clark County.”

“It does?” Hotch had never heard that before.

Reid makes a sound of confirmation, before barreling on with his gambling facts. “Still, despite that 42 million people a year visit Vegas and although 15% visit primarily to gamble, 71% still ends up doing it as well. And even with those numbers, the casino's income is only 43% from gambling, which is still high, but with the city’s reputation still unexpected for most. Turn left here, by the way. You can pull up over there.”

Morgan quickly briefed Hotch about the house, so he doesn’t feel the need to go inside, letting Reid pack up what he thought he would need in peace.

The kid is back faster than expected, in his hand only a purple cardigan and a few books that he juggles while trying to put a bottle of medication in his leather satchel. Hotch notes that the books are mostly Chemistry textbooks, but also the Odyssey.

When he noticesHotch looking he explains: “I have a paper due in three days. And I- I want to be able to give my mom her favorite cardigan and her meds when we find her.”

Hotch pointedly doesn’t comment on the fact that Reid is assuming they’ll find his mother alive and well and instead says: “I didn’t know the Odysseywas a Chemistry book. It must have changed since I last read it.”

Reid flushes slightly and shrugs, before mumbling: “Something about this placement in the whole house rubs me wrong, I want to have it on hand just in case.”

“Good thinking,” Hotch praises, not missing how Reid’s body language brightens at the small compliment. “Better to plan for every eventuality than to come up short-handed.”

Back at the plane the other’s have already arrived. Morgan starts to make a joke about Hotch being late for once, which is stopped by Prentiss’ elbow in his midriff and a nod to Reid, who either doesn’t react on purpose or misses it. It’s both funny and strange to see how fast they’ve all adapted to the young genius in their midst, when usually new people working with them on the behavioral part take a while to get used to.

As they board, JJ softly says: “Garcia send some of the crime scene photos our way already. I printed them out, but they’re pretty gruesome in their decomposition. If I may, sir, I would advise against Spencer seeing them for as long as you can.”

“Of course,” Hotch agrees, he is not about to pick a fight with JJ when she supports him now and he too would rather avoid a child, even if they are a genius and a teen, to see those photos. The BAU might be used to it, but not everyone can stomach it, nor does he want Reid to be able to do that.

“Thank you, sir,” JJ tells him, before getting onto the plane.

When they’re in the air, Hotch calls out: “Reid?”

“Yes, sir?” the kid looks up immediately.

“I want you to work on your paper. We are going to work on the case,” he can see a protest start to form, “and although I’m aware your investment, I ask you not to question that order. When we get the ME reports, you will be allowed to read those, but unless necessary, I won’t expose you to the photos. Despite your intelligence and independence, you are still a minor and my responsibility. Am I understood?”

Reid’s fight has left him while Hotch finishes and he can see the kid appreciates that he bothered to explain his reasoning. Still, he pouts slightly as he gathers up his books and takes a seat on the other end of a plane with a soft: “Yes, sir.”

“What was that about?” Morgan asks as he takes a seat.

“Garcia send us the first crime scene photos. They’re from the victims dating back ten to eight years,” Hotch says. “I want to take a look at them before we land.”

Understanding appears on Morgan’s face and Hotch takes that as the end of that conversation. He pulls out of the photos and spreads them out. The victims have been buried throughout a small clearing in a forest. The graves weren’t particularly shallow. They wouldn’t have been accidentally found by a dog, for example.

They all took a few minutes to study them.

“He’s physically fit,” Prentiss comments. “If he’s able to dig a grave like that without being spotted, he must be able to do that within a night.”

“And have time to perform his ritual,” Rossi says. “Look at those clothes. I can’t imagine they got abducted wearing robes.”

Indeed all the victims are wearing white robes, with the front stained with blood. They don’t seem to be positioned, just thrown into their grave. “The burial has to be a forensic countermeasure more than part of his ritual,” Hotch says. “He tosses them in there, no careful positioning or resting pose, just discarded.”

“So burial might have nothing to do with his MO,” Morgan says. “The other victims could be burned or just tossed. Great.”

“I don’t know,” Prentiss studied the photos. “The fact that they’re all grouped together means something. Maybe not the manner of disposal, but the place definitely means something.”

“Maybe it’s the woods he grew up around?” Rossi offers. “Could be where he’s most comfortable.”

“There’s also a college there, multiples, in fact. He might’ve gone to collegethere,” a voice from the other side of the plane speaks up and they all look up to see Reid bite his lip and look away quickly.

“I thought I asked you to focus on your paper,” Hotch responds, not engaging with what Reid told them.

“You did and I did work on my paper,” Reid says. “It’s just hard to turn my brain off and I couldn't help but overhear and technically you only excluded me because you didn’t want me to see the photos and I didn’t. I just heard you talking about them.”

“Still, you went against my orders,” Hotch tells him and Reid looks away guiltily. “JJ can you keep an eye on him while we discuss further?”

JJ doesn’t mind, as their media liaison, she isn’t involved in this part and was working through paperwork when Reid spoke up. So, she nods and gets up. Reid on the other hand is less than happy about it and protests: “I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Until you show me that you don’t, you do,” Hotch says plainly as Reid pouts some more.

But he doesn’t protest further, just smiles tightly at JJ when she takes a seat, before returning to scribbling down notes in an already filled notebook.

“Don’t you think that was a bit harsh, Hotch?” Morgan asks, keeping his voice down just in case, though Reid doesn’t seem to notice, having listened this time.

“Maybe,” Hotch replies. “But he is my responsibility and if I cannot trust him to follow these orders, I cannot trust him to follow them when we land. I’m already taking a risk by bringing him and I won’t take any chances with his safety.”

“Yeah, okay, that makes sense,” Morgan says, before staring down at the crime scene photo, not really seeing it just yet.

Hotch gives him a moment as he looks down at the photos as well. They’re all worried for Reid and him being here. He has a way of worming into your heart quickly and none want to see him hurt. To accomplish that Hotch is making sure he does what he’s told so that he will do so in a dangerous situation, whileMorgan tries to makesure he can tell the kid they did everything they could. Those can’t always coexist.

“It’s seem almost cult-like,” Prentiss says, snapping the two of them out of it. “With the robes. It doesn’t seem Satanic, but definitely religious.”

“But what sort of cult has that specific victimology?” Hotch replies, picking up the file they have on the few identified victims. “None of them were part of a cult, they had to be chosen. So, who sacrifices schizophrenics?”

“Maybe taking them of their medication isn’t about making them share a delusion, but making them pure for sacrifice?” Morgan theorizes.

“Really? Sacrifices for a cult?” Rossi says. “I don’t know. I agree it seems cult-like, but I don’t think this was the work of a group.”

“Why not?” Prentiss asks.

“Killer cults. It’s not something that happens. We’ve disproven the Satanic cults already,” Rossi explains. “It’s not something that actually happens. Most cult-deaths are their own members, but they weren’t members, they were kidnapped. It seems more like the work of a singular person on a mission.”

“The unsub could have a cult background. We should look into students of religion ten years ago as well,” Hotch decides.

“And people with schizophrenic relatives. We can’t exclude a personal motive behind the victimology,” Morgan points out and Hotch nods. “I’ll call Garcia.” He takes out his phone and dials their tech analyst, “Hey, baby girl, I need you to work some magic for me.”

When he hangs up, he says: “She’s looking into it, she also send some more files. Some more victims have been identified. They are also now digging up another burial ground they found a mile from the first one. Yet another clearing.”

They’re looking over the new files when Hotch’s phone starts to ring. The screen reads Strauss and he’s already not looking forwards to picking up. Rossi spots the caller ID as well and murmurs a soft ‘good luck,’ before Hotch walks off for some privacy and picks up. “Hello, this is SSA Aaron Hotchner.”

“Aaron,” Strauss’ voice comes over the speaker. “What an earth do you think you’re doing?”

“Right now, I am trying to find a serial killer, who has at least eightfound victims to his name, with a new burial site just uncovered to add to that as well havingone hostage right now, ma’am,” he replies, ignoring what she obviously meant.

“Don’t play games with me, Aaron. You know exactly what I mean,” Strauss snaps. “I just got a call for the Las Vegas Police Department, who were concerned because you’re letting a sixteen-year-old witness help with the investigation instead of handing him over to the proper authorities.”

In his minds eye, he sees Deputy Scott and an ugly fire burns in his stomach. Luckily, he is very good at containing such things, so he calmly states: “Am I correct in assuming the call was made by Deputy Joe Scott?”

“Yes.”

“Then I wish to inform you of my reasoning behind not leaving Spencer Reid in their hands,” Hotch replies, almost pleasantly, if he weren’t such a stoic man. “I want to have an investigation into their department, since we uncovered that both the deputy and his officers were aware of the disappearance of Diana Reid as well as the fact that said sixteen-year-old was by himself. Yet, they chose to do nothing. They also did nothing before, even when all though Diana to be unfit as guardian. I was not leaving him there.”

Strauss is quiet for a moment, she obviously didn’t expect this when she called. Still, Strauss also isn’t known for backing down. “That is reasonable SSA Hotchner, but he should have been left with CPS. I also have not gotten a reason for taking him with you in the first place.”

It’s a good thing that Hotch is great and bending the truth, because he doesn’t even falter as he explains: “He flew across the country by himself to talk to us. That was a massive risk and I did not want him to take that again. We were already flying to Las Vegas and he is one of our witnesses. We needed him there.”

“And why fly him back then, agent?” Strauss is sharp he has to give her that.

“With all due respect, ma’am, he’s a boy missing his mother,” Hotch says. “If we find her, we don’t know how long she’ll have to stay there and I don’t want to separate them longer than necessary. She has also been off her medication for a while now. We won’t know what her mental state will be like and having Dr. Reid here will be helpful.” He didn’t stress the doctor, but he used it pointedly, creating an image of a smart but ultimately young boy without his mother.

“We will have a stern word once you’re back at Quantico,” Strauss informs him and he sees that as a win.

“Of course, ma’am,” he replies, before hanging up.

When Hotch walked away, Reid moved towards the others. Morgan asked him what he thought he was going, since Hotch’s orders had been pretty clear. That was when Reid had given them sad eyes as he said: “I thought since he went away you were done. I finished my paper, I’ll only have to neatly type it before handing it in. You don’t have to talk to me about the case, I just wanted to sit here for a moment.”

And none of them could say no to him, so they put away the photos and let Reid sit with them, which he does happily.

Hotch returns to find Reid sitting with them and raises a disapproving eyebrow. Reid immediately defends himself: “I asked permission! I didn’t see anything, I promise.”

Still, Hotch looks at him for a few moment, before he says: “Garcia send over the first ME reports, you can look at those.”

The tenseness leaves Reid’s shoulders and he eagerly takes a look at the ME reports, before frowning. “Blunt force trauma to the head and a slit throat?” he reads. “But no other visible wounds?”

“So the unsub hits them in the head to incapacitate them transports them to Ithaca where he slits their throat,” Morgan summarizes.

“No, the ME says the head injuries were only inflicted moments before their throats were slit,” Reid answers and it’s weirdly uncomfortable to see such a young person talk so casually about killing as well as the disturbing fact that he knew so much about all this.

“So why hit them at all?” Rossi wonders. “He’s already had them under control in some way during the journey, so why the sudden need to hit them?”

“There were no ligature marks,” Reid says. “He can’t have restrainedthem, but there was also no sign of a struggle at my moms house.”

“You also said he vacuumed, could have cleaned up blood as well,” Morgan pointed out.

“But there would have been defensive wounds on them,” Reid says. “Though minor scratches take 3 to 7 days to heal, maybe two. Bruises also two weeks. Depending how long he keeps them, those could have disappeared. But then how does he keep them under control throughout the entire journey?”

“How do you know all that?” Prentiss asks, both amused and impressed.

“Oh, uhm,” Reid blushes. “After the psychology class from Agent Gideon, I got interested. Read a bunch of books. Including yours, Agent Rossi. I really liked them and I would have probably freaked out more about meeting you if it wasn’t in these circumstances.”

“Well, I’d be more than willing to talk with you about my books after we catch this guy,” Rossi promises and Reid smiles and thanks him.

Hotch snaps their focus back to the case. “So, we can’t rule out a blitz attack, but ruse is more likely. He also didn’t ping anyone’s radar in the neighborhood, so he’s charming and doesn’t stand out.”

“It’s a quick kill too, no signs torture and a quick finishing off,” Morgan says. “Not a sadist.”

“So, it’s not about causing pain. The killing is some means to an end,” Rossi says, causing Prentiss to add: “Sacrifice is starting to sound very likely.”

“Was there anything sacrificial found with the bodies?” Reid asks. “I overheard robes, but was there more?”

“We’ll find out when we land. I want to hit the ground running,” Hotch says. “Morgan, you go to the first crime scene, see what you can find out. Prentiss, go to the one they just uncovered. The bodies might still be there, see if you can find anything more sacrificial. Dave, go to the morgue. JJ, you and Reid are with me to the police station. With a discovery this big, the media will be on it and I want to keep the story contained. We want the unsub to still come to us. This might spook him off.”

“Of course, sir,” she says, already pulling out her phone to reach out to her various contacts.

“For now, I want everyone to get all the rest we can. We’re going to need it,” Hotch says and everyone immediately starts to get comfortable. They’re all used to sleeping on a plane and each have their preferred spot. However, they leave the couch suspiciously empty and Hotch smiles at the small gesture to Reid.

Reid hasn’t got up yet, however, and shifts in his seat slightly. He asks: “At the station. If we want to make an accurate crime board, the photos will need to be there. Will I be allowed near it?”

Hotch is proud that he even asked and decides to reward him: “I want you to focus on the writing reports, you said you’re a fast reader?” Reid nods. “Good, we can use that. If you find anything, come to me. I’ll get you a photo of the crime board before the photos go on. If we he hit a wall, we’ll bring you in to see. But I hope that won’t be necessary.”

“Thank you, sir!” Reid says with a grateful smile, so happy with very little given ground, and Hotch knows he’s going to have a hard time saying goodbye when this is over.

“No problem,” he replies, before nodding to the couch. “Try to get some sleep, we’re going to have a long day.”

Reid nods, before making himself comfortable on the couch. He ends up curled in upon himself, purple cardigan draped over him. The sight tugs on Hotch’s heart as he thinks of what will probably happen at the end of the case. Even before this Diana was unfit to parent, now even more so, probably.

There is something brewing in his mind. It is a stupid idea, but he knows he won’t be able to let it go until he hassaid it and someone told him how idiotic it was. Luckily he has one person, who doesn’t mind telling him that and he hasn’t talked to Hayley since before they left for Las Vegas.

He pulls back to the private part of the plane and dials a familiar number.

~~

A/N:

I googled ‘Las Vegas fun facts’ and ‘how fast does a body decompose’ in the same day for this fic...

[mishaandthebrits]

Not like in porn

It was a particularly long case you were working with your brothers and they had insisted that you visited the local high school. So far it was 3 weeks and you knew you were close to solving it together with them but hoped it would take another week. Your brothers didn't know about it, but you had joined the school's cheerleading squad and were gonna be part of next weeks competition.

Your brothers were currently at the police station, so you took the chance and prepared for practice at home already, instead of in school like you usually did. Your hair was in a ponytail with the bow on top of it when you left the bathroom only to see Sam and Dean back already. Well dang.

"Y/N? Pretty outfit.", Dean grinned referring to your hair and sports clothes.

"How was the talk with the sheriff?", you asked sipping his comment. 

"Good. Gonna be finished here soon, don't worry. Now, where are you heading to?", your brother Sam frowned watching you closely while you packed your sports bag.

"Practice?", you mumbled grabbing your bag.

"What kind of practice?", Dean tilted his head and looked at you with narrowed eyes.

"Cheer practice?"

"What? Wait? You're in a cheer team? Why didn't you tell us?", Sam asked his eyes wide, but not in shock, more surprised.

"I thought you wouldn't approve because of the hunt and all..."

"What? Princess, we want you happy and if that makes you happy then we're glad you're in the team. Now, can I take you to practice and maybe watch? I've never seen an actual practice...", you oldest brother smiled at you and you nodded after a little consideration.

"It's not like in the porn though Dean.", Sam laughed and got rid of his suit jacket before laying down on his bed. "I'll nap until you guys are back."

Dean rolled his eyes at Sam's comment before grabbing his keys again and walking to baby with you.

On your way to practice Dean kept asking you about the team, how long you've been in it, what you did and how you liked it. You patiently told him all about it, about how you were a Flyer, which were the girls on top of the pyramids and how you loved tumbling.

"You can do a back tuck?", Dean gasped and you laughed at his reaction.

"Of course I can. I can even do a back tuck twist.", you proudly told him just when you arrived at the gym. Dean got out the same time you did and watched you as you went over to your team greeting them all with a hug.

"Guys, this is my brother. He asked if it'd be okay to watch practice today?", you told them and especially your coach who gladly agreed.

"Oh, right! The brother that works with the FBI?", he asked and Dean nodded smiling.

"That's right sir. I'm gonna sit on the stands and just watch if that's okay.", your brother told him while you already warmed up and then stretched only to see them still talking with an occasional look in your direction. Once you were finished with the preparation you saw Dean walking to the stands and sitting down watching the team.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen, let's get practice going, we've got a lot to do before next week!", your coach yelled and you all nodded before standing on your positions for the tumbling passes.

After practice Dean quietly drove home and you watched him frowning wondering whether you had done something to upset him. Maybe something had happened during the talk he had with your coach? Dean still was quiet when you walked into the motel room before seeing Sam awake at the table.

"Sammy! Damn, you should've been there! She's amazing! She did like a cartwheel, a back handspring and a back tuck twist without any problems and she's on top and does things like WOW! The coach told me he was really glad she joined the team in time for next weeks competition and that he actually thinks they have a chance because of her and how he's gonna miss her when we move away and that the team loves her and she's amazing! You should've been there! Like for real Sammy!", Dean rambled immediately and you blushed.

"That's what he said?", you asked once he was finished and Dean nodded.

"Yes! He said you're amazing! And invited us to watch the competition next week because apparently today was nothing like the things she usually does!", your brother kept going and you blushed even more.

"Wow Y/N! You never told us! Can you show me something? Now I feel bad that I wasn't there...", Sam sighed looking at you and you smiled kissing his forehead.

"I can show you a little tumbling if you want?", you suggested and Sammy smiled brightly before nodding.

You smiled and took a step back before setting yourself and doing a back handspring and a back tuck in the motel room.

"Woah! That's amazing!", Sam gasped smiling.

"Told you! And that was nothing! You should see her outside on the grass! Like wow! No wonder she always looks so badass on hunts! Our baby sister really has some skills!", Dean laughed but you rolled your eyes.

"Oh yeah... Totally gonna impress a demon with a back tuck.", you giggled and Sam shrugged.

"Maybe not a demon, but I'm sure it's handy when throwing salt.", he joined hugging you.

"We are proud of you and can't wait to see the competition next week.", Sam mumbled making you smile widely. This was gonna be the first thing they watch out of your normal life. The first competition they ever watched, well mainly because they never knew and you made bobby keep it a secret, but still.

A week later the day of the competition came around and when you looked through the curtain you saw not only your brother, but also Charlie, Bobby and Cas sitting there looking excited - well mostly, Cas looked confused. It turned out that your team indeed did win making them smile proudly and clapping excited.

"I didn't know she could fly.", Cas mumbled confused when you were thrown into the air for a basket toss.

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Kansas: 2021-22 NCAA Division I Men's Basketball National Champions

Kansas pulled off the biggest comeback in men’s national championship game history to beat North Carolina, 72-69, and win the 2022 NCAA tournament.

The Jayhawks were down by 15 at halftime and trailed at 16 at one point in the first half. The 16-point deficit breaks a record held by Loyola Chicago after the Ramblers came back from a 15-point deficit to win the national title. And until Monday night, the biggest halftime deficit ever turned around in a national title game was 10 when Kentucky came back to beat Utah.

David McCormack's basket with 22 seconds left put the Jayhawks up by three after North Carolina's Armando Bacot turned his right ankle and had to limp off the court with less than a minute left. Bacot injured that ankle Saturday against Duke.

The Tar Heels couldn't get a good look on the possession after McCormack's basket before the ball went out of bounds with under five seconds to go. But Kansas' DaJuan Harris accidentally stepped out of bounds while receiving the ensuing inbound pass and gave North Carolina another shot to send the game to overtime with 4.3 seconds to go.

That shot to tie didn't hit the rim. Caleb Love was smothered on the inbounds pass while 3-point threat Brady Manek stumbled as the inbounds play unfolded. Love was forced to shoot an off-balance guarded three that didn't hit anything.

Kansas didn't take long to erase North Carolina's lead in the second half. The Jayhawks quickly got the deficit down to single digits within the first 2:30 of the half and had the game tied before the 10-minute mark as Christian Braun rebounded from a poor first half to score 10 points in the middle of the comeback.

A Remy Martin three put Kansas up 53-50 with 10:20 to go and then Jalen Wilson got an and-one to extend the lead to six just 12 seconds later.

North Carolina didn’t go away. The Tar Heels tied the game at 57-57 before a three by Martin put Kansas back in front. UNC got the game tied at 65-65 with less than four minutes to go before Martin hit another go-ahead three.

UNC then took a one-point lead with less than two minutes to go before McCormack put Kansas up for good.

The title is Kansas' second under coach Bill Self. The first came in 2008 in a game that also goes down in March Madness lore thanks to Mario Chalmers' three with two seconds left to send Kansas into overtime with Memphis.

That title established Self as one of the elite coaches in college basketball and he's now tied with Iona's Rick Pitino and Villanova's Jay Wright for the most national championships among active coaches as he and Kansas are in the midst of a drawn-out battle with the NCAA over alleged pay-for-play violations as part of the FBI's investigation into college basketball.

Perhaps that turmoil between Kansas and the NCAA helped lead NCAA president Mark Emmert to accidentally say the "Kansas City Jayhawks" had won the national title before Kansas received the trophy.

Self is now the only Kansas coach to win more than one national title in his time at the school and KU ties UConn for the sixth-most titles among college basketball programs.The championship comes in Kansas’ 16th Final Four and first Final Four appearance since 2018. KU hadn’t been back to the national championship game since 2012 when it lost to Kentucky.

Before the second half began it was impossible to rule out a Kansas comeback but it was, quite frankly, remarkable how quickly the game turned. And that comeback also happened despite Ochai Agbaji’s four missed free throws within a minute in that span.

Agbaji finished with 12 points on Monday night and was named the tournament's Most Outstanding Player over McCormack despite the big man's season-high against Villanova on Saturday night and his clutch buckets late against North Carolina.

The Jayhawks looked like they had more energy than the Tar Heels after the break after playing incredibly poorly for the first 20 minutes. It also helped that Braun and Wilson started making their shots after they went a combined 2-of-14 in the first half. Wilson even missed four shots near the rim before halftime.

The Tar Heels led 40-25 at the half in a lead that was even more remarkable given what happened at the start. Kansas got off to a hot start much like it did against Villanova on Saturday night and was quickly up 7-0.

UNC outscored Kansas by 22 the rest of the way as the Jayhawks looked lost and had a hard time making shots anywhere on the floor. Kansas was just 10-of-33 from the field in the first 20 minutes and North Carolina, quite frankly, wasn’t much better. The Tar Heels were just 12-of-33 from the field but dominated Kansas on the boards. UNC had eight offensive rebounds in the first half and the continuation of possessions was a huge reason the Tar Heels took such a big lead.

Bacot grabbed 10 rebounds in the first half despite that ankle injury. He finished the game with 15 points and 15 rebounds before he limped off the floor.

Kansas led 11-5 after the hot start and never led again until it was 53-50 after North Carolina took a 20-18 lead with 8:46 to go in the first half. The Jayhawks tied the game at 22-22 but Brady Manek hit two threes to extend North Carolina’s lead to six and spark a 16-0 first-half run that lasted less than four minutes.

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Smooth Criminal

Description: You’re an FBI agent and Brendon is a fugitive, you hate him but find him attractive, this could mean trouble.

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     The phone rang out in the silent car waking you from the nap you were taking in your car. The bright screen flashed your partner’s name and you answered.

     “We have a new lead on Urie. Are you sure you can handle this on your own? We can send in reinforcements just in case.” The concern evident in their voice.

     “I’m good. He won’t suspect anything if it’s just me. I’ll be careful. If I need backup I’ll call in, just don’t send anyone yet.” You assure into the speaker.

     “Okay, I’ll send you the location and we’ll be on standby. Good luck.”

     Your phone beeped notifying you that the location had been received. You begin your drive to a warehouse about thirty minutes from where you were originally stationed.

     You pull up to the abandoned warehouse, putting your gun on your hip and quietly opened the back entrance. You position yourself so that you are able to put up a fight. You hear rustling behind a shelf and quickly turn the corner, only to find a rat. Disgusted, you turn to return to your car but instead you meet face to face with the man himself.

     He half smirks ,”Sorry love.” Suddenly one arm is around your waist and the other is holding a cloth to your nose. The vision around your eyes begins to go blurry and you feel yourself slump against the criminal.

//      You feel yourself begin to regain your vision but notice that you’re no longer in the warehouse. Instead, you appear to be in a house and you are in a random bedroom. There is a clock on the bedside table that reads 12 pm. The date is 2 days past the day that you were taken. You notice that your weapons have been taken from your belt and you immediately begin to search for a way out. You suddenly realize that the only way out of the box like prison was the door located on the far side of the room. 

     The handle seemed to be locked from the outside. You immediately begin to search for anything to pick the lock with. The door handle moves and Urie himself steps in. 

     “Sorry love, but there’s absolutely no way you’re getting out of this one. You see, I run a highly successful company but you and your little agent friends want to come and destroy that for me.” He steps closer, pushes your hair behind your ear and leans in, “I’ve got some news for you baby, I’m not going to let that happen.” 

     You slap his hand away from your face making him chuckle, “you’re kind of cute when you’re mad.”

     “So why did you take me? Why not run away and just leave me behind?” You question.

     “Leverage, doll. If I have you, I have them.” He smirked. 

     “What are you going to do to me if they don’t care? Kill me?” You scoff, half serious.

     “You’re one of their top agents, of course they’ll care. If they don’t, oh well. You’re not going to die sweetheart. I’m too intrigued by you to harm you.” He half smiles. 

     “What do you mean by ‘intrigued’“ You reply, backing away from him as he progresses towards you.

     He continues to move forward, backing you up until your back made contact with the cold wall. He caressed your face lightly, “You’re unique, different from the others. Stronger, yet so soft.” He laid a chaste kiss to your cheek before stepping back.

     “Put those clothes on, you’ll be joining me for dinner.” He winks, walking out of the room.

     As soon as you hear the lock on the other side click, you walk closer to the bed where a black dress lay neatly folded. A tag on the inside reads, ‘if tonight goes well, we’ll see about giving you more freedom. There is hair product and other things in the basket located under the bed. Feel free to use them. -B’

     You scoff at the note. You remember your training, ‘do as you are told until you see a moment of opportunity and then fight like hell.’ So, you fix yourself up. The dress is snug, showing off every inch of your figure and he has left bright red heels to accompany it. Your hair is down and your makeup has been done to the best of your ability. 

     Keys jingle outside of the door and soon Brendon is standing in the room. “Perfect. Now, play nice tonight and we’ll see what we can do about getting some freedom. If you don’t play along, you lose. Your freedom is earned.” He threatened with a smug look. 

     You roll your eyes and follow him out. He opened a door for you and the cool night air runs up your spine as you step out. He guides you to the black car that sits in the driveway. 

     During the ride his hand slipped over the console to your leg and you smacked it off multiple times. 

     “We’re here.” He says, getting out to open your door.  “Now, you will not talk to anyone unless you are spoken to. We can’t risk anyone finding out you’re a cop or we’ll both be in trouble.” He spoke lightly, putting his arm out expecting you to latch onto his elbow.

     “So basically I’m an accessory?” you roll your eyes.

     “Don’t think of it that way sweet heart. You’re here because I want you here. I told the guys I could bring a ‘date’ and they didn’t believe me, so here you are.” He smirked.

     “So you brought me here so your ego could remain intact?” you scoff yet again.

     “You know, you are very vocal on your opinions. You should work for the government some day.” He sarcastically spoke, taking matters into his own hands and towing you to the front door.

     The dinner party dragged on and you had smiled a nodded and played along all night with no opportunity for freedom. You don’t know how he managed to keep his eyes on your every move, but he did. He took note of every drink you had, every time you went to the bathroom and micromanaged every single part of the evening. No escape tonight.

     You arrive back to the house that Brendon has been keeping you in. He came around the car and opened the door, this time you accepted his hand as he helped you from the vehicle. 

     “Since you were well behaved tonight, you have proven to me that you are capable of a little freedom. You will be allowed to roam the house at will. If you attempt escape, that privilege will be revoked.” He demands, but honestly you were so drunk and out of it you couldn’t focus on a word he said. 

     “You alright love?” He smirked, turning your body to face him. 

     “I’m f-fine.” you hiccup.

     He cupped your face, leaning in “Are you positive?” 

     You then did something you never in your life thought you would do, you closed the gap between the two of you and kissed him. He kissed back, bringing you closer. 

     He stopped lightly pushing you away, “You’re drunk. This isn’t right, I’m sorry.” 

     “Now is the time you decide to start having morals?” 

     “Good to know your attitude doesn’t disappear with alcohol.” He laughed, helping you into the house. He took you to your bedroom, giving you clothes to sleep in. 

     You change, everything still confusing and all you know is that you need the warmth of a human next to you. You creep down the long hallway, stopping in front of a door that you assume is Brendon’s knocking lightly.

     He comes to the door in boxers and hair slightly messed up, “(Y/n)?”

     “Can I stay in here tonight?” you ask, slightly embarrassed.

     “Um, y-yeah. Come in.” he stammered as you entered his room.

     You climb into the warm bed, layering yourself with blankets as Brendon grabs a pillow and begins to lay in the floor. 

     “Aren’t you going to come up here?” you ask, tilting your head inquisitively.

     “I just figured you would want to sleep alone.” He stated.

     “If I wanted a bed all to myself I would have stayed in my own room.” 

     “Fair enough.” 

     He got into the bed and you rolled over and curled into his side, head on his chest. You felt him tense up but then soon relax and rest his arm on your lower back. You drifted into a deep sleep, his warmth relaxing you. 

~~~

     You woke up the next morning, the night before slightly blurry. You felt something stir beneath your head as realization comes crashing in. You were laying on Brendon, in his bed while wearing his t-shirt. You sat up immediately and with that he woke up. 

     Confused at first, he blinked and then his gravely morning voice spoke softly, “Morning.”  He sat up next to you and stretched, going in to kiss you. You placed both hands on his chest and he stopped, a questioning look etched into the skin of his face.

     “Last night should have never happened. I am an FBI agent. I can’t betray my agency like that ever again. I could lose my job.” You explain.

     “You can’t say that you didn’t enjoy it or that you don’t like me because we both know that to be false. Whether you will admit it or not, you like me and you just won’t accept the fact you might have interest in a ‘criminal’.” 

     “I never said I didn’t enjoy it. In fact it’s because I might have interest in a criminal that I haven’t completely fought my way out of this house and that also factors into why I can not let myself fall for someone who cares so little.” You huff.

      You look up through the curtain of hair in your face and he is closer than anticipated. He slowly pushed the hair behind your ears and looked you in the eye, “I could never do anything to hurt you.”

     “You barely even know me.” You say softly.

     “Actually, I know quite a bit about you. You think I don’t keep tabs on the people who are trying to arrest me?” 

     “Fair enough.”

     “Stay with me. We can run together.” He begs.

     “What about my job? My family?”

     “I will let them know you are safe. I won’t let them know about us. I’ll just continue to be the bad guy that captured you.”

     “You can’t do that. What if you get caught? You will not only be in prison for your business but also kidnapping. Do you realize how much time that is?”

     “I won’t get caught love. Just trust me.” He winked, closing the gap between you.

Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed it<3

A/N: This gif effs me up every time I see it.

XOXO ~Rose

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Cresco Amor: Chapter 2

Author: @hips-bef0re-hands Timeline: Season 6 Rating: PG-13 (for now) Summary: How I think the ‘ship came to be You can read part one here

December 25th 1998 12:30am

“Maybe I did want to be out there with you

“I know we said we weren’t going to exchange gifts…but uh, I got you a little something” “Mulder…”

“Merry Christmas”

“Well I got you a little something too”

The two agents rushed excitedly to Mulder’s couch and began to open their gifts. Mulder tore the wrapping off his with the enthusiasm of a child, letting scraps of the paper fall to the floor. Scully was more careful, using her thumbnail to break the seal of tape with surgical precision.

Mulder arrived at his gift first, a small, leather bound notebook. Inside the front page, in Scully’s perfect scrawl was a message.

M,

I can’t wait to read the first book by The Fox Mulder; there is nobody I would rather find all the answers with.

Love,  

- S

He looked up from the message at his partner.

“For when you decide to get out of the car”, she said. He remembered their conversation only weeks before.

“Thank you, Scully.”

The two stared at one another for only slightly longer than necessary before Mulder glanced down at the package still resting in Scully’s lap. He raised his eyebrows in encouragement for her to open it.

She broke eye contact and began to meticulously remove its packaging.

She wasn’t sure what the item was as she slid it out of a cylindrical velvet sleeve. It was beautiful, some sort of wooden box with gold leafing around the edges and a rose inlay along the top. She popped the latch and the box opened. It was a jewelry box, a beautiful antique jewelry box just big enough for a few small items. The box began to play a soft tune and she realized it was also a music box. She cradled the item delicately, running her fingers along the roses.

“I got it the last time I was at the Vineyard,” he said quietly. “It caught my eye. It made me think of you.

“Mulder, it’s... beautiful.”

“Must have been why it made me think of you.

She looked up at him quickly, their eyes meeting, and he realized he might have said too much. He looked down at his lap.

It is true, he had picked the jewelry box up the last time that he was on the vineyard visiting his mother but it had been years ago, after Scully was diagnosed with Cancer. He had wanted to give it to her as a gift at the time, but the perfect moment never arrived, that or else he had never seized it. Once her cancer had gone into remission, the gift seemed trivial, too small and not important enough for the magnitude of the event. He had placed the box away only thinking about it again recently when they were on a particularly grueling case in November and Scully had asked him to hold her gold cross necklace in his wallet for safe keeping. The way he had unceremoniously crumpled the gold chain and zipped it into a secure pocket didn’t seem right to him, and he had remembered the box, just in time for Christmas.

He was brought back into the moment by the feeling of a soft hand against his.

“Thank you, Mulder. This is perfect.”

“Yeah” he shrugged, “I figured it was better than a keychain or coffee mug.”

Scully turned to him and put her other hand on top of his hands as well.

“Merry Christmas, Mulder.”

He squeezed her hands gently. “You too, Scully.”

Scully turned to the TV where ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ was just beginning.

“This movie was always my parents’ favorite” Mulder said.

“Mine too,” she said with a yawn. “It’s late. I better get home and get some sleep. 3 kids under the age of 10 on Christmas morning, I’m going to need my stamina.”

xxx

February 16th 1999

6:36pm

He eased Scully onto the couch as reached for the pillows propping them up along the armrest for her to lounge back upon.

“Mulder, really, I’m fine” she said, slightly annoyed.

“You know, Scully, I could die a happy man if I never heard those words again.”

She looked at him, giving him a pinched smile. She winced as she let her head lay back on the pillows, feeling the fresh, cool cotton against her neck. It was good to be home. It had been two weeks since her incident in New York. That’s what they had been calling it, an” incident”.

She had spent 5 days in intensive care after having part of her small bowel removed, received 4 units of blood, 7 days of tube feedings, and one apology letter from the FBI. Mulder had taken it off her hospital table and thrown it into the trash once he had seen it. ‘Sonofabitch’ he had muttered tossing the balled up paper into the basket. He had not left her side since he arrived from DC.

“So what should we have for dinner? Your mom stocked the freezer full of soups and stews. The doctors say that you can ease back into normal foods but to start slow, you may feel nauseated or have cramping after heavy meals. We should avoid greasy things so pizza is out…”

“Mulder, I already eased my way into eating. 3 days of clears,” she shifted her butt “2 days of softs,” she lined up her back “…and I have been eating solids since Saturday night. Besides, I am a doctor incase you forgot. I will have a bowl of the tomato soup and I will whip up a couple grilled cheeses.” She tried to stand up.

Mulder was at her side easing her back to the couch “Tomato soup is highly acidic and…”

“Enough” she sighed. “Mulder, I really appreciate all you are doing but you need to back off.”

He was caught off guard by her anger and annoyance and sulked silently into the kitchen to make the sandwiches. He knew he had been breathing down her neck for days now. Maybe it was time to step aside. He knew Scully was more than capable of caring for herself.

“I’m sorry.”

He turned around to see Scully standing behind him gripping one of the kitchen chairs for support. 

“Scu…”

“Mulder, I know that you are trying to do what’s best for me. I appreciate it. I know that you feel like had you been with me that day, none of this would have happened.”

“It wouldn’t have,” he grumbled.

“Probably not. You and I have always shared a connection, one that I can’t imagine having with any other partner. I think we both feel an obligation to carry the other at times. But Mulder, this did happen, and its over, and I am fine.”

He knew she was right but he couldn’t help the eye roll and flippant huff at her choice of words.

Scully smiled. “Ok, I will be fine… but now, I am hungry.”

He back around towards the stove, giving up this round.

“One grilled cheese coming right up.”

xxx

“I was thinking that I will probably go home tonight, you know, give the boys a night off from watching my fish… that is unless you wanted me to stay.”

Mulder did not want to go home at all, but he had overheard Scully talking to her mom on the phone earlier about how she half expected him to move in to her apartment, she sounded annoyed. He decided he would let her think that going home was his idea.

“Yeah? Mulder that’s good, I will be f-…” she paused, “I will manage on my own. Actually it will be nice to sleep through the night without a nursing coming in to check 3am vitals for a change. Are you planning on going back to work tomorrow?”

“I’m off until next week. It’s ok, I’m sure they can investigate mishandlings of manure without us for a few more days.”

Mulder had taken two weeks vacation to help care for Scully. Scully did not want Maggie visiting her while she was in ICU and insisted on her waiting until she was transferred to the step down unit. She was scared that seeing her only surviving daughter hooked up to monitors with a tube coming out of her nose would be more than Maggie could bear. She had assured her mother that Mulder was watching over her and after a fair amount of push back, Maggie agreed. Maggie had spent three days in New York before returning to DC. She had offered to let Dana make her recovery at her Maryland home but Scully politely declined the invitation telling her mother she needed her own bed.

Scully planned to return to desk duty on Monday. Because she was injured in the line of duty, she did not have to put any of her vacation or sick time towards her recovery. Mulder however did. She inquired with the HR department about donating her vacation time to Mulder but was told it was against policy. She knew he would never use the time, and likely still had weeks left, but it felt like the right thing to do.

“Well, I could use a fresh change of clothes,” Scully said easing herself off the couch, and putting her plate on the coffee table. “Not to mention a nice, long, hot shower. The water pressure and temperature at the hospital is an actual sin.” She stood up and stretched, letting out a low moan as pain settled in her abdomen.

Mulder was at her side in seconds. She threw daggers at him with her eyes and he retreated.

“It is a shame that I can’t soak in the tub for a few more weeks. A bath is what I really need.”

“Well why don’t you head in there to get washed up, and I will clean up dinner.”

Scully accepted his offer with a nod and made her way to the bathroom.

Pulling out a plush towel from her hallway closet she buried her face into it. The soft smell of her fabric softener filled her nostrils. ‘My god this is so much better than the bleach smell of the hospital linens’ she thought wistfully. She walked into the bathroom turning on the faucet to the warmest setting and walked to the sink to brush her teeth while the shower warmed up.

Fog was just starting to fill the bathroom as she swished and spit the remainder of the toothpaste from her mouth. Her minty crest was so much better than the arm and hammer baking soda paste the hospital used.

Scully had never been hospitalized for that long before. Even after her abduction she was able to return home within a weeks time. She hoped to never have to do it again.

She sat on the lid of the toilet to remove her socks. She could feel the pain in her stomach begin to radiate as she bent over towards her feet. She had been off all narcotic pain relievers for a few days now but was considering taking one before bed tonight. She did not want her doctors to keep her any longer, or to upset Mulder, so she downplayed her pain significantly. After her socks were off, she stood to untie her drawstring pants and let them fall at her feet. She had not been wearing underwear due to the new hassle she faced removing them. She smiled to herself and inwardly thought ‘If Mulder had known he spent a week with me going commando, I would never hear the end of it.’

She reached down to the bottom hem of her long t-shirt and started to pull upward when an extremely sharp pain tore through her gut and traveled straight to her back.

“Damnit!” she hissed, louder than she intended.

“Scully?” She heard Mulder call from the kitchen.

“My God, what does he have super human hearing or something?” She muttered to nobody in particular.

“I’m OK Mulder, just some pain that’s all.”

“I told you you should have taken a Percocet,” he said from the other side of the door.

She rolled her eyes.

There was a long pause while she tried to fiddle with the shirt, lifting her arms, especially the left one, was causing a strain on the taut skin of her abdomen. She was afraid the skin, where the sutures had only been removed yesterday, would begin to separate.

On her third night in the step down unit a young nurse, Shannon had been taking care of her for the first time. “Mrs. Scully,” she said, “Because you are now considered stable and have a doctors order to be off the cardiac monitor for bathing, you are more than welcome to have your husband help you in the shower instead of our staff… if that makes you more comfortable.”

Mulder’s face broke out into a huge smile while Scully’s turned red as a cherry.

“That’s my FBI partner, Shannon. Its MISS Scully… just call me Dana.”

Shannon’s eyes widened and her hands flew up to her mouth. “Oh my God I am so sorry, I only assumed… My apologies sir,” she nodded towards Mulder “and to you, Dana.”

Being naturally independent, it was hard to have a nurse help her with daily tasks for the past couple of weeks, but she was beginning to realize how necessary it was.

She took a deep inhale and closed her eyes.

“Mulder, do you think you would be able to help me… get ready and get into the shower.”

“Of course, Scully.” He put his hand on the doorknob and began to turn it.

“Mulder, I’m half naked in here… give me a second.” She reached for the towel, which she had placed on the sink and haphazardly wrapped it around her waist. “Ok, I’m decent.”

Mulder walked into the steamy bathroom to see Scully standing with a towel covering her from the bellybutton down and a t-shirt bunched up under her breasts, exposing her scar.

“Here, let me help you with this.” Mulder said walking towards Scully. He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around so that he was facing her back, and she was facing the frosted window instead of the mirror. He took his hands and brought them up her back to the hem of her t-shirt while Scully secured the towel in place.

He slowly eased the t-shirt up over her torso then took her elbows and gently slid them through the sleeves without over extending her arms. All the while, he was reminding himself that Scully was sick and not to allow any specific part of him to become too excited by the task at hand.

Once the shirt was off, Mulder reached around the front of her to grab the shirt. The backside of his hand gently brushed over one of her hardened nipples and Scully inhaled sharply.

“Sorry, Scully” he whispered, cursing himself for not being more careful.

“It’s ok… I’m just a little cold that’s all” she lied; trying to explain her breasts’ aroused state.

It was about 100 degrees in the steamy bathroom and Mulder didn’t buy a second of her excuse, but dropped the matter for the sake of her ego.

He then took the shirt and held it open in front of him.

“Turn,” he said.

Scully did as he requested and was now standing totally naked, but covered in front of him. She looked up at him with her lips slightly parted and slightly breathless. She wasn’t sure if he was making her feel light headed or the steam from the shower.  

“Step back into the shower, wet your hair, and I will close my eyes and help you lather and rinse your hair. The doctor said you shouldn’t have your arms extended up over your head,” he reminded her.

“I can If I keep my elbows close to my body” she quipped back, proudly.

He shook his head. “Ok, but I’m going to be right outside that door. Call me when you are ready to dry off.”

xxx

After her shower, she felt like a new person, or at least like the one she used to be before this whole mess. She felt clean for the first time in weeks but pretty sleepy from the steam of the shower. She anticipated feeling a lot better by morning. She took the bottle of pain medicine from the medicine cabinet and popped one pill.

Mulder came back into the bathroom with his hand over his eyes, making her chuckle. They had each seen one another naked, usually in times like this, when someone was sick or injured, but she was amused and quite thankful by his attempts at preserving her dignity.

She wrapped her body in the towel after applying an antiseptic cream to the fresh scar on her abdomen.

“Ok” she said, and he removed his hand from his eyes. “I think if you could just help me with my hair I can manage the rest.”

Mulder took the smaller towel that was hanging on a rack and began to gently dry her hair. Then, he picked up the brush on the ledge of the window and began to brush the strands into straight pieces.

Scully looked up at their reflection in the mirror, which was becoming less foggy now that the shower was off. Their eyes met and Scully smiled lazily at him

“Mulder, I don’t think I’ve properly thanked you yet… for taking care of me like this. I really appreciate it. I owe you...”

“You don’t have to thank me, Scully… and you owe me nothing.”

“I’m really lucky to have you.”

“Likewise” he said putting the brush down on the sink and running his fingers through her hair one last time. “All done.”

Mulder walked out of the bathroom while Scully put on a pair of satin sleep shorts and a button up shirt, which would be much easier to remove in the morning than a pullover.

She walked out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where Mulder was putting away the dishes from dinner.

“Are you sure you don’t need me to stay?” he asked, hoping she would ask him to.

“Mulder, go home, I’m going to be ok.”

He walked up to her and kissed her forehead along her hairline.

“No doubt in my mind, partner.”

He grabbed his duffel bag and walked out the door. Scully was left standing in the foyer feeling a little woozy. She didn’t think that it was from the pain medicine.

Feedback is always appreciated :)

- Jen

[myunknownalpaca-blog]

“You can’t break us”

JJ POV

“Garcia, how many people are on your list of suspects right now?” 

“ With only what you said, 554 men.” 

“okay, focus on everyone who have a history of stalking” 

“Yes, that takes it back to 67 creepy crawlers.” 

“any of them watched people having sex?” 

“Yes, 35.”

 “Any gay couples that were watched?” 

“No, 0” 

“Anyone of that list who had a gay relationship? “ 

“yes, 7. 4 Still have that boyfriend. The other 3 don't.” 

“Send those addresses to everyone. We Need to get them here for interrogation.” 

“Will do, JJ. Good work”

*pling*

JJ looks at her phone walking up to Rossi. “Let's get them.” 

Hotch walks in “Rossi, JJ, you go to the home of Randy. Find him and bring him in. Emily will take the deputy to pick up, Christopher and I'll take agent Right to go and see Tod.” They walk outside. 

JJ says to the others “Keep us up to date!” before getting in the car and driving to the home address of Randy Baumgarten.

“You seem stressed.” Rossi says without looking away from the road.

“Yes of course, Spenc is out there. With some sexaddicted maniac!” 

“JJ, you can't call Morgan that.” He smiles bright. 

“God Rossi, no I don't. Let's just say I am not only scared for the person keeping them. But also to the role they now play.” 

“How do you mean?“ 

“Well, everyone can see that Reid is like a girl with a crush around Morgan. And Morgan keeps on playing the 'I'm a bad boy' part. I'm scared he will hurt Spencers feelings by this.” 

“Ever thought about it that maybe Derek likes the kid the same way?’ 

“uhm well wait here it is!”

Rossi parks the car. Together they walk towards the door. 

“FBI. RANDY open up.” They hear some sounds. The door opens slowly. 

“How can I help?” 

“We would like to bring you in for some questions.” 

“Yeah sure.” they walk to the car. That's one.

GARCIA POV There must be something more about these people. Wait. What if i do the search different. Back to the beginning. Adding having a gay relationship. 

62. Okay, let's see how many of you have a record. 

25. Better. They said he was either strong or not working alone. So I want people who are still IN a relationship! Okay okay.

11. four with children, that can't be. So 7 left. Let's find their lovie dovies wait these 2. THEY ARE TOGETHER. Let's see, both did time, one for stalking other for harassment in a soccer locker room. They served in the Prison here, they spended 8 months in the same jail.. I'll call the group and the prison.

“Hey everyone?” they all answer to make Garcia know that they hear her. “I did the search again, diffrent way. And I think I found our suspects.”

“What did you find?!” JJ asks

“I found, Bart and James. Both did time in the same prison. I called. They faced each other for 8 months. Then Bart came free. He was held for stalking and James for harassing a boy in a soccer lockerroom. They are now officially living together.” 

“Send us the addresses!” 

“Already on your phones!”

JJ POV “Rossi, what you said, about Morgan. Do you believe that?” 

“Well, I am only thinking out loud, but isn't he showing all the signs?” 

“I don't quite understand.” 

“He always makes sure Reid gets home safe. That he can sleep in the jet. That some news is brought in a different way. He taught him how to shoot. And helped him pass the physical tests.” 

“Now you say it. It sounds like they are all ready in a relationship. But they don't know that.” 

“But, it could be just a really good friendship. But it wouldn't surprise me if after this, they will be a couple.” 

“I do hope so, they both deserve someone like that in their lives.”

REID POV “Derek?”

“yes pretty boy?” 

“I'm hungry. But I don't dare to eat the food.” 

“hmm.. Let's see what he got us.” Rolling out off the bed and onto his feet morgan walks of. 

Damn he looks good. In only those boxers. Where did I leave mine? Oh here they are. 

Reid walks to the kitchen. Finding Morgan looking at the basket. 

“We can eat this. Or I can cook if you want. There is enough for a burrito by Derek” 

“I would like to see you cook.” Morgan looks up to see Reid smiling at him. And he immediately smiles back 

“You'll get it babe.” Pulling Reid in for a kiss, pushing him against the wall. 

You horny beast.

****after cooking and eating (mostly)******

“Well hello. I see you enjoyed the time here. And now I have a request.”

“What do you want.” Reid's voice sounds defeated. Morgan grabs his hand holding it tightly “You can't break us.”

“I wasn't planning to.” You could hear the smirk through his voice. 

“Were we babe?” 

“No definitely not.” 

Wait fuck babe how is come we only hear him now where was he?!

“Derek, whatever happens happens okay? Let's just try to keep them pleased and each other alive.” Grabbing his hand even tighter Morgan nobs.

“First of all, eat those burritos and take the pill that is also in the basket. After that, make L O V E.”

Morgan and Reid do as told. After taking the pill. Morgan steps closer to Reid. “Alot of foreplay?” Reid kisses him to agree. Morgan pulls Reid on the counter spreading his legs and stepping between them. Moving his hands up and down his legs.

I'm getting hard already. Must be those pills, viagra of course.

JJ POV

“We are there. Rossi and I take the back.” Hotch nobs and walks to the front with Emily. Entering the building they see the chain. 

“Look!” She points at some bloodstains dripping further into the room. Walking further they see the glass house.

“What the fuck is this?” 

“It looks like we are in the right place.”

“PRoCeed to the bedroom. Prepare the small on to be bottom!” 

“Hotch I see them. We got two clean shots here.” 

“We see them too. Keep those shots stand by we are going to try and capture them alive. If they run. Shoot. Aim for the legs”

 “copie that.”

[supernatural-stuffs]

Seeing Clearly-Part 3

Warnings: swearing

Paring: ?? x Reader

Word Count: 1,248

Sam’s POV

“Do you think she’s home?” Dean peered up at her dark house.

“Maybe we should come back tomorrow…” I said uncertainly. “It’s getting kind of dark.”

We were parked in the Impala, about 100 feet from Y/N’s house. Well, house wasn’t exactly the right word for it. It was really more like a mansion. A huge three story Victorian-era house sat before us. An even larger gate surrounded it. At the moment, it was closed and locked. I’m not exactly sure why, but the house gave me a bad feeling. Maybe it was just because I was so used to tiny, cramped motel rooms, but this house didn’t feel like a home. It was just an outer shell of walls.

Just then, I caught sight of movement at the end of the street. I was astonished to see the girl Dean had been ogling in the street earlier run towards the house. I grabbed Dean’s shoulder and nodded towards her.

“Looks like you’ll be seeing her again after all, Dean.”

Dean’s eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas as we watched the girl stop in front of the gates and pull a key out of the front of her sports bra. I looked over to see Dean practically drooling over himself.

“Down, boy.”

He snapped out of it and wiggled his eyebrows at me.

“Come on, Sammy. Let’s go do our FBI thing.”

I groaned. How he managed to make impersonating law officers sound sexual was beyond me.

Y/N’s POV

As you jogged back to your house, you noticed a vintage black car parked down the road. Wait a second…hadn’t you seen that same car at the intersection a little while ago? And before that on Grandview Street? You remembered the driver. Short, light brown hair and piercing green eyes. You had made eye contact as you crossed the street. As you checked out his car, which you thought to be a Chevy Impala, possibly ‘68 or '69, a huge grin had spread across his face. The kind of grin that you had seen often in your life. The “I’m hot and I know it” smile, otherwise known as the “I can get any girl I want” smile. A tingle spread up your spine. He didn’t seem like a stalker, just your typical douchebag, but you knew it couldn’t be a coincidence. You weren’t sure what reason anyone would have to stalk you, though. Maybe this has something to do with Ava’s death. You know it wasn’t a suicide, the little voice at the back of your head whispered. You told the little voice to shut it.

The gears in your head turned. You avoided looking directly at the car. If they were some kind of serial killers/stalkers, you weren’t about to let them know that you knew about them knowing about you. You shook your head at your convoluted thoughts as you unlocked your gate. Think Y/N, think! You walked up to your door and stepped through it, flipping on your lights as you went. You grabbed a sweatshirt from the laundry basket, pulling it over your sticky chest. Your eyes lit on your gun, laying on the table from where you had left it after work. You grabbed it quickly, knowing you didn’t have much time. These serial killer sons of bitches aren’t about to get the jump on ME, you thought as you crept down the driveway and hid behind the gate. You had a plan.

Dean’s POV

I straightened my suit as I walked up towards Y/N’s house. I couldn’t believe my luck. Running girl was Y/N! Or rather, Y/N was running girl. Either way, I got to see her again. I grinned to myself. There was no way I was letting her go without getting some Dean action. I wondered if she liked the whole federal officer thing…

Sam punched me in the arm.

“Dude. You might want to tone down the Casanova act. We’re supposed to be federal agents.”

I scoffed. “I prefer to think of it as-”

But I didn’t get to tell Sammy exactly what I preferred to think of it as because as we crossed through the gate, a fist came flying at my face out of nowhere. I doubled over in pain and let out a choice swear word. I heard Sam getting the same treatment, a grunt coming from his direction. While I was lifting up my head to see the source of the attack, a kick in the stomach threw me to the ground. The next thing I knew, Sam and I were laying on the driveway, a gun pointed at our faces.

“Shit,” I muttered, rubbing my head and preparing to get up and confront the attacker, but then the gun moved slightly and I saw who it was. A set of clear Y/E/C eyes glared down at me. Was that…Y/N?

Sam’s POV

When I saw Y/N standing over us, I thought I must have been hallucinating. I mean, this girl didn’t look particularly intimidating. There’s no way she was the one who had knocked us down like that. But it became increasingly clear that I wasn’t delusional as she cocked her gun at me and Dean.

“Who are you, and why are you following me?”

Her voice was slightly husky, as if she spent a lot of time talking or shouting. Her long ponytail was being whipped back and forth from the wind. Though I’d never admit it to Dean, she was pretty hot.

When neither Dean nor I answered, she repeated herself.

“I said, who are you guys and why are you following me?” She yelled angrily.

I winced and sat up slowly. The narrowing of her eyes told me she didn’t like this, but as I didn’t have a bullet in my head I guess she accepted it.

“Woah ma'am. Please put the gun down.”

She gritted her teeth but didn’t move the gun.

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

I pulled out my badge slowly. “I’m Agent Angus, and this is my partner, Agent Young. We just want to ask you a few questions,” I said, using the aliases we had agreed on in the car on the way here.

Her Y/E/C eyes studied my face closely. I thought she was going to lower the gun until they suddenly narrowed.

“Well although you do have excellent taste in music, the same really can’t be said for your lying skills. Now, you have exactly ten seconds to tell me who you are before you’re just another stain on my driveway.”

I looked at Dean in panic. We had always taken for granted our fake badges getting us wherever we needed to go. I guess this time our luck had run out.

“Seven and counting,”

“Okay! Okay,” Dean said, raising his hands in a stop motion. “I’m Dean Winchester. This is my brother Sam.” He clenched his jaw, as if revealing our real names physically pained him.

Y/N contemplated this answer for a few seconds, staring into Dean’s eyes as if they were a book she could read. I guess what she saw there satisfied her, because she lowered her gun. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief. I really hadn’t wanted my end to come while sitting on a dingy driveway. She jerked her head toward her house.

“Okay then, Sam and Dean,” She emphasized each of our names. “Let’s go. You have a lot of explaining to do.”

Part 4 here

[carterashofficial]

The Toe Incident

Otherwise known as Easter 2010

So because @aearyn and @greyias asked for it, here’s the story of how 14-year-old me managed the feat of cutting almost the entire bottom of my right baby toe off.

Warning: lots of humor (I hope), blood, needles, hospital talk, etc…

It’s also gonna be long. Like, really really long.

Okay so before I begin, i have to mention that I am the idiot child. Not when it comes to smarts, but when it comes to common sense. Because I am lacking that in abundance.

So.

I was a clumsy and awkward thirteen-year-old. I unfortunately did not grow out of either trait. Ever. I’ve still got both, but now I’ve learned how to make people laugh over my clumsily awkwardness.

But when I was fourteen, it was bad. I was in eight grade, the boy I’d had a crush on for years was in my PE class, acne, middle school, what even was fashion- you get the point. Awkward middle school early-teen stuff.

At home, however, I was Cool. My eight-year-old sister Bug looked up to me like I was the greatest thing ever, we’d just rescued Scout and he was still puppy-ish. I even had a new Ipod Nano for my birthday.

That Ipod made me lose a quarter of my toe.

The year was 2010, the beginning of the era where the 2000-something sunglasses fell out of fashion during new years. It was Easter. So naturally Bug and I had found our Easter baskets wherever the Easter Bunny hid them.

I got an Itunes gift card (I do not download illegal music. The FBI will find me. Imagine if that’s why I don’t get a job when I’m out of college. Like during the interview they bring up the time I got arrested and are like ‘what for’ and I’m like “i downloaded Nickleback illegally off the internet when I was 14”. I’d probably not get the job more on my 8th grade music choice than that fact that I wasn’t slick enough to not get caught.)

Okay back to the actual story.

It was a beautiful Southern California day.

And so naturally my dad wanted to go to the beach. My dad loves the beach. He’s from Michigan (i mean both my parents are but Mom doesn’t like the beach, probably from taking me and Bug as small children all the time). So we decide to go to the beach to see the sunset.

So I booted up the family Windows XP desktop and got Itunes up to use my giftcard on some new music. Nothing like siting in the car for half-an-hour with new songs, right?

This is where I mention that the XP desktop is in my parents’ bedroom in this 100% early 90′s aesthetic hutch thing. Next to it is a bookshelf full of Mom’s textbooks for her master’s degree. And in front of the bookshelf is it:

The Trash Basket. (being used for not trash, but recycling. So the name’s a lie).

This Fucking Trash Basket was EVIL. Did I know that? No. Was it full of my mom’s old papers and notes from earlier classes? You betcha.

So this is where Idiot Child me earns the official Idiot Child badge.

I can’t multi-task. In general. So there’s awkward, clumsy, 14 year old me trying to put headphones into my Ipod, unplug the syncing cord from said Ipod, and scroll through Ipod to get to new songs.

And I walk into The Trash Can.

Papers go EVERYWHERE. Ipod is dropped. I stumble forward. And then I throw everything back into The Trash Can to pretend it never happened.

And thats when I see it.

A little red splotch of blood on the carpet.

I figure I scratched my toe on the metal of The Trash Can’s bottom. Nothing a band-aid, neosporin, and wearing shoes at the beach wouldn’t fix. I step into Mom and Dad’s bathroom, stick a small wad of tissues under my toes, and then proceed to search the entire fucking bathroom and adjoining closet for the damn band-aids (we were out, apparently). 

I get the neosporin, a Q-tip, and I’m about to go and get a sock to protect my slightly-scratched-toe when I realize that the tile floor feels…

Sticky.

I look down.

Blood is smeared all over the floor. The wad of tissues is crimson. and I can’t feel a damn thing when I reach down and touch my toe.

That’s when I get dizzy and sat myself down on edge of the bathtub.

Bug takes that moment to come in to tell me that we’re leaving for the beach as soon as Mom gets back from taking Jewel (our other Dalmatian) for a walk. She sees the blood. Sees me sitting on the edge of the tub and bracing myself on the counter.

Apparently I really scared her when I said “Get Dad. Now.” because I’d never heard her actually yell.

“DAD! DAD, CARTER’S BLEEDING!”

In all honesty, I think he may have been expecting a different kind of bleeding. Like, the feminine nature kind.

Because Dad walked into the bathroom, took in the sight, and that was the first time I heard him say the F-word.

“Fuck.”

Dad gets me to elevate my leg over his bathroom sink, Bug gets me a pillow from Mom and Dad’s bed so my head isn’t on tile, and Dad calls Mom’s cell phone, since she’s out walking Jewel.

From downstairs we hear her phone ringing.

“Shit,” says Dad.

At this point I’m feeling 100% Fine. Like, I can see the blood dripping down my heel into the sink, but nothing hurts. At all. My toe is completely numb. My dad (gently) washed it with mild soap by dripping it down my foot. 

My dad was both disgusted and fascinated by it. He kept tapping different parts and going “can you feel that? what about that? This?”

I didn’t feel anything but lightheaded and nausea.

Then Mom got home.

Bug went thundering down the stairs, hollering how I cut the bottom of my toe and Mom had to look at it.

So Mom came upstairs, looked at my toe, and almost fainted.

You know how I mentioned earlier that she was getting her Master’s degree? She was getting it in Nursing.

Ten minutes of her and Dad discussing what to do ended with me propped up on their bed with about 5 pillows under my foot and my mom next to me, sipping water and trying to not pass out. I felt fine. Dad bandaged my toe, and helped me hobble downstairs onto the couch where my foot could be propped up higher on the coffee table.

Just with the trek down the stairs made me bleed through my bandages. And Dad replaced them.

We were not going to the beach.

So Bug and I settled in on the couch to watch re-runs of… I don’t remember. But Scout was allowed on that couch, so he was the Lap-Dog (this is before he got fat), and Jewel was in her customary spot of laying against the couch directly under Bug because Bug would sit forward and give Jewel a belly-rub with her feet.

This goes on for about an hour until Grandma calls. Mom’s mom. Who is also a Nurse. (TV gets turned off so us kiddos can talk to Grandma).

Mom and her mom discuss my toe. Forever.

While the mothers are talking, the couch starts to shake.

I think nothing of it. It’s Jewel licking one of her back feet, and it’s made the couch shake before again.

But then I feel the floor moving too.

I live in Southern California.

It was an earthquake.

And my mother, in her infinite wisdom that we’ve never let her live down, hangs up on her mother in Florida with “I gotta go, Mom, we’re having an earthquake.” and forgets to call grandma back for 5 hours.

Now my seat on the couch was directly under the ceiling fan. I started to get up, damning the toe because hey, I did NOT want the fan fall on me. Mom pointed at me, gave me her patented Mom Voice, and said “Stay.” it worked on me, Bug, and the pups.

The earthquake ended, I got up the bathroom, and once again bled through my bandages. It’ been about 3 hours since the Incident. And my toe was still bleeding something awful.

Dad decided to take me to ER. Mom said there was nothing they could do, the cut so was so awkward it’d be almost impossible to stitch. Maybe steri-strips?

I was loaded into the car, and Dad and I buzzed away to what’s been dubbed as “The Toe Hospital” since this day.

We arrived, I got put in a wheelchair, and it was completely empty inside. My dad started to make a crack about it and the various nurses all shouted for him to not jinx it.

The nurse took one look at my toe after removing the bandages and sent me to a different room.

“You did quite a number on this,” she said as I left.

I was wheeled into a new room with a bed and a new nurse came in.

“You really did a number on this,” she said. And she couldn’t stop staring. “You might need stitches. Let me get the doctor.”

The doctor walked in.

“Wow, you did do a number on your toe.”

At this point I just wanted to know if the numbers added up to stitches or nah.

And they did.

Doctor Dude got supplies, and made the tragic mistake of standing in my line of sight while he extracted the numbing stuff with a really long needle.

I have an intense phobia of needles. Like, I’m 21 years old and I almost started crying when my mom suggested I get a flu shot over text. Blood drawn, I’m fine. Something being injected in? Someone’s going to have to hold my arms and legs down and I’m going to be screaming. Loud.

My dad swears he still hasn’t regained feeling in his hand because I had it in a death grip, sobbing, while Doctor Dude numbed up my toe and gave me twelve stitches. There was a little TV in the corner of the room and so I got to watch Chuck Norris in some cowboy TV show.

We got home, Dad threw out The Trash Can (apparently part of my toe was stuck to it…). I was on crutches for three weeks. Missed two months of PE. To this day I have minimal feeling in my toe, the nail hardly grows, but if I bang it on the corner of something, I am down like for a good 5 minutes because holy hell does it hurt.

And that, everybody, is the Toe Incident.

[trininadz]

Hello trininadz!!! it's me again. Can you please post margo's angela + fitz fanfiction from today, like you did last time??? thank you in advance

😊😊 no problem anon! ENJOY😉The Sweet State "Patch me through to Webster" was all that could be heard echoing through the Oval office, followed by the slam of the door as a slightly fuming Abby made her exit. Fitz waited for Charlotte to patch him through to his girlfriend--Angela Webster. Angie happened to be the person responsible for giving him his giddy and optimistic outlook on things lately. It's why he displayed such a easy going tone in his earlier meeting with Abby about his foundation and legacy. Fitz was happy and care free more often than not lately and he knew Angela was one of the reasons he felt alive again."Hey 44"...Fitz heard Angela say through the headset as Charlotte connected the call. His girlfriend sounded like she was in a rather chipper mood today. "Hey Ang" Fitz replied into the headset. "You must be off today, you don't have your FBI director voice mode on" said Fitz. Angela smiled glancing into her review mirror as she backed her Mercedes SL 55 out of the driveway."You think you know me so well huh slick," Angie said with a small chuckle. This powerful man was becoming such a focal point in her life and she was loving every part of being Fitzgerald Grants girlfriend. "Get over here..." his deep baritone and slightly whining tone snapped her out of her mini reminiscent love haze. "Lucky for you mister I am indeed off today and was headed to the gym, I'll swing by for a few....I miss you." Fitz could feel a smile spread across his face as he said "see you in a few" and ended the call.Fitz sighed and thought to himself about how he had missed her too. Yes it was only a few days since they went to Teddy's first soccer practice together but he missed his girl. After returning Teddy to Mellie that evening they barely made it to Angela's house... starting to get frisky inside the presidential limo. Their touches and kisses continued into the foyer of her home as soon as they hit the door. They ended their sexual episode on the couch of her lavish home near Palisades Spring Park in DC. Fitz paged Charlotte again letting her know to move his next appointment back an hour or so. He was hoping to maybe have a quick breakfast with Angie before he headed off to his busy day as the leader of the free world. Fitz's second term was winding down and it he had begun to think more and more about his next move and direction in life. He use to think that as soon as his terms were over he'd settle down with Olivia and make babies. However, that was just a boyish fantasy from a man trapped in an unhappy marriage with a hopeful outlook for his country and a man who was head over heels for a woman who was on a constant power chase. So much had changed since he first stepped foot in this Oval Office. "HE" had changed. So had the people around him and he didn't regret any of it. He had grown, taken more responsibility for things, and was now living his life the way he wanted while peacefully co parenting with his ex wife Mellie. Then there was Angela, she was powerful, funny, beautiful, sometimes over bossy, but most of all she was honest. She made him happy, and at this stage in his life he was done with childishness, lies, and unsure feelings. Fitz waited for Angela to arrive while signing off on a few papers confirming the release of Jessa Conrad the bra less muffin aide. No doubt if he told Angela about Jessa she'd give him a stern but confused look with a hint of anger that would cause that dimpling crease to form between her brows. He thought it was so adorable when she displayed some of her bossy director attitude in their relationship. She'd no doubt get a little jealous only to end up teasing him about all of the young tails around D.C. that were lusting over the POTUS.Just then he heard a small knock at the door and yelled "come in!" There she was....Angela's deep brown skin glistened and her loose curls bounced wildly flopping to her shoulders as she entered the Oval. She was dressed in a form fitting pink and black exercise tracksuit. "Hey you!" she said as she entered the oval carrying a basket of fresh fruit and locking the door behind her. Angela sat the basket on the small table near the sofa and strolled over to her boyfriend. They swiftly kissed both smiling into each other's mouth while she ran her hands down his firm pecs. This man was so sculpted--she could feel his hard muscles and abs as she gently slid her hand down his white dress shirt brushing against his silk tie. "I brought a fruit basket over, I stopped at the farmers market on my way. I was in a hurry so I thought I'd grab a quick fruit medley or bushel of grapes when I saw they had fresh peaches and blackberry jam spread that you love." Angie said as Fitz smiled lightly blushing because she had thought of him. She removed her track jacket growing it over his desk chair. She turned around facing him revealing the upper part of her plump brown breast rising like twin peaks from her strapless pink athletic tank top. Suddenly Fitz was no longer hungry for food, but he was hungry for something else instead. She walked over the the table opening near the sofa opening the basket and began eating a few grapes. Angela looked over at Fitz who was shamelessly gawking over her like some horny teenage school boy. "You are insatiable Fitzgerald." She said while rolling her eyes and pulling him from his lusting stare. He laughed deeply at himself and at her accusation, knowing that she knew just what she was doing. This woman had him feeling youthful again and he loved spending time with her.Fitz walked over to her taking her hand that was filled with grapes and moving it to his lips...eating a few pieces and allowing his tongue to slither over her fingers seductively. Angela could feel the pull and electricity start to rise between them. She looked at him with now hooded eyes when he let her abruptly let her hand go and reached passed her brushing her exposed shoulder to grab a peach from the basket. Fitz removed his tie getting more comfortable and sat down on the sofa very nonchalant as if he had not just caused her panties to become the Atlantic Ocean a mere 3 seconds ago. Angela plopped down next to him leaning her back on the arm of the sofa and placing her legs across his lap. This was the usual and routine position they had developed when watching the news together in the evening, enjoying each other's company while reading, or tirelessly doing paper work together on many late nights. Their relationship was blossoming nicely and Angela found herself often wondering what her future with this man would be like...she adored his kids and his passion for life and his country. Although she hadn't admitted it yet, she could see herself having a real future with Fitz. "Thanks for the basket...sweets from my sweet." Fitz said with the cheesiest grin on his face while taking a few bites of the peach tasting the sweet fruit. Angela started to laugh giving him a weak punch to the side and said, "could you get any more corny baby?" He looked amused and gave her the "puppy dog face" as she called it...feigning innocence as they laughed in unison. "what was that for?!...you are sweet--- let me show you how sweet you are..." Fitz said as that all to familiar lusting look returned to his deep blue eyes. Suddenly the atmosphere in the air changed as Fitz leaned toward her taking his left hand and drifting it up her stomach finally resting on her breast. Fitz began to massage her nipple through the fabric of her tank top while staring straight into her eyes. Angela adjusted herself on the couch so that she could lay flat giving him room to adjust himself to fully hover over her. He placed his peach on the desk and lay half across Her body while massaging both breast feeling her nipples start to harden and peak. Fitz bent down kissing her deeply tasting his peach and her fruit mixing together as sweetly as he sucked and licked her tongue in and out of his mouth. While kissing Angela breathlessly muttered that she had locked the door. She started to reach her hands greedily toward his fly rubbing against the shaft of his already rock hard dick through the fabric of his suit pants. Fitz sat them both up helping her to remove her tank and bra. Her breast plopped free toward him like delectable chocolate milk duds. Fitz was salivating! He dropped to his knees as she sat back on the sofa positioning himself between her legs. She tugged his chin upward kissing all over his face and when their lips locked the kiss was needy and sensual. Angie ran her hands through his dark curls as their tongues sloppily danced together. Fitz softly pulled away to slid his tongue slowly over her lips and down her collar bone while he pinched and groped her silky breast. Fitz leaned his head down while still on his knees and suckled her right nipple into his mouth....loving the feel of the hardened bud against his tongue. Angela moaned feeling her pussy starting to soak her panties. She lifted her torso to remove her bottoms fully exposing herself to her hungry boyfriend. The realization that she was on the sofa in the middle of the most powerful office in the land fully exposed excited her. Fitz couldn't believe how hard he'd gotten as he helped her slip free from her remaining clothes. This was so adventurous, free, and hot he thought to himself as he slid open his zipper guiding his cock through the boxer hole and freeing it from being restrained inside his pants. Although the curtains were fully drawn and no one could see inside, their was a slight glimmer of sunlight radiating from outside onto Angela's fully exposed and beautiful brown skin. He wanted to eat her peach all day if he could. Angela was more than ready as she laid back tugging her hard nipples waiting for him to dive in. Fitz ran his hands up her inner thigh feeling a bead of pre cum form on the tip of his hard penis. He leaned in kissing her soft lips while giving his dick a few strokes before lowering his head to suckle the sweet nectar from her lower lips. As soon as Fitzs mouth touch her pussy....Angie melted into the cushion. Fitz could not get enough of her intoxicating juices. He licked and tongue kissed her pussy deftly as she began to writhe and mewl against his mouth. Fitz angled himself in a more comfortable position...lifting one of her legs across his shoulder as he began to really eat her pussy out as if she was the sweetest peach he'd ever tasted. Fitz gently sucked her clit between lips while reaching up to assist her massaging her beautiful tits. Angie felt like her entire body was electric. His big hands pinched and swirled around her breast aggressively while his beautiful mouth and tongue sucked and lapped her slippery cunt. She reached toward his bobbing head tugging his curls as he began to fuck her with his greedy mouth. Angela was convinced that Fitz had to get off on giving oral sex because he was TOO GOOD AT EATING PUSSY AND HE KNEW IT! Hearing her hiss and slightly curse into the air only egged him on. Fitz knew her orgasm was approaching so he sat up fully on his knees opening her legs widely in a V shape exposing her sopping pretty pussy to his face. She released his hair allowing him to sit up briefly to view his meal with electric blue lust in his eyes. Fitz stroked and tugged his thick dick repeatedly as it pointed forward hanging out through his pants zipper. He angled his face sideways licking between her walls as her juices flowed into his mouth. Angie called his name rather louder than she expected as her pussy began to quake. He bobbed his head allowing his tongue to deeply penetrate her pussy and she started to cum and tremble while grasping his curls. Her cream dripped down his chin and he drank her in continuously. Fitz started to ease up slowly to allow her to come down from her orgasm. One last lick for his sweet he thought. Placing the flat of his tongue along her slit giving one last lick. As is her legs weren't already jelly the last lick from his wife tongue almost caused her to black out. He sat up and leaned forward softly kissing her. Angela could feel herself starting to get wet again as she tasted peach and herself on his tongue. They broke their kiss and he slowly stood up.... pre cum dripped from his penis tip onto the edge of the sofa cushion. Angela was still feeling like a live wire when she saw Fitzs veiny pink dick staring straight at her when he stood. "Come here 44." Angela said in a seductive tone. She sat up reaching her long fingers toward him gently rubbing against the head of his penis as he stood between her legs. She swirled the pre cum around his shaft coating it and beginning to stroke his python. Fitz looked down at his naked girlfriend jerking him off and began to grunt and swirl his dick in her skilled hands. Fitz unbuckled his belt allowing his boxers and pants to fall down around his ankles...freeing his entire cock and loaded ball sac. Unbeknownst to Fitz Angie used her free hand to grab some cherries from the basket placing them into her mouth. Before he knew it, her mouth was on him sucking and making a sloshing sound as she gobbled his dick. There was a soft tingling feel against the underside of his penis along with her tongue from the cherries in her mouth. It felt incredible and Fitz knew he wouldn't last long. After all he could still taste her all over him and that alone made him want to blow his load. He looked away allowing himself to enjoy the feel of her warm mouth slurping his dick in and out her mouth while her hands rubbed his heavy balls. Angie abruptly pulled back popping his wet dick from her mouth and causing Fitz to almost buckle over from the amazing feel and suction. She kissed the tip of his cock softly. Angela leaned upward and guided him in between her huge breast. Fitz hadn't had much experience with titty fucking and he felt like he was 25 again exploring new things with her.He grabbed her breast on each side enclosing his dick in between her breast and starting to pump back and forth. His dick was so big it poked out toward her face each time he thrust forward. Angie looked up at Fitz whose eyes were beginning to roll back. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had done for her earlier so she tucked her chin forward and opened her mouth. When she moved forward it allowed his penis head to slightly enter and brush into her mouth each time he pumped forcefully between her tits. Fitz looked down and lost it. His dick was wet and fully erect. It glistened as it slid smoothly between her chocolate boobs. He pumped upward in between her breast a few more times before the warmth around his shaft and slither of her tongue against his dick head made him stiffen, groan, and shoot thick loads of cum onto Angie's chest and chin. Fitz and Angie were both spent and thoroughly exhausted. They both had somewhat shaky legs but Fitz helped her up and they headed to his adjoining bathroom hand in hand to clean up. Before the bathroom door closed, you could hear Fitzs voice echo through the oval saying, "Babe have you ever been to Vermont?" Fitz got to eat his breakfast and Angie got her workout. All was well at 1600 Penn Ave.

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They say that iguanas in Florida are out of control. They burrow under roads and savage electrical boxes. They sometimes carry salmonella and there are so many of them. But all in all they are so damn cute that you just wanna forgive them. The locals have reportedly taken to offing them.

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Peoria native Betty Friedan now has a bench in her honor in the Illinois town.  The bench looks out to her childhood home with the words, ‘Peoria native who changed the world.’

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Zac Efron, Haley Joel Osment, John Malkovitch and Kaya Delario are awesome in Extremely Wicked, Shockingly Evil and Vile.

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Sometimes I am late to the party but just saw The Most Hated Woman in America with Melissa Leo and Peter Fonda. We should have heard more about those great performances!

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Ringo joined pal Paul at Dodger Stadium for a swing at Sgt. Pepper and Helter Skelter in the July 13 encore. Joe Walsh also stepped in a bit for the 3 hour show.

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Baskets is over. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

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CBS research analyst, David Poltrack has retired after 50 years. The professor at NYU and Steinhardt fought hard against the odds to bring us Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman which was an instant hit.

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Joe Crane, who was fired from Springfield’s WICS after criticizing the owners scare tactics has reached an” agreement “ with the station.

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The Yang Gang is growing. Andrew Yang is still in the running for President. Buy a MATH hat and support the Freedom dividend. Alaska already gets it and the program was introduced by a republican governor. It is great when we can work together.

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Elizabeth Warren and Kamala Harris are up about 10 points and Biden has dropped about 10.**  Beto has rebooted again? This is getting a bit old. He seems to have worked himself into a frenzy this time as he jumps out onto the stage very excited. He is trying too hard but he should talk more about being a punk rocker in his youth, now that is interesting. As of this writing he is below Marianne Williamson. Ya know she makes a lot of sense, I think it is just the way she says it that comes off a little odd.**Tulsi Gabbard is suing Google after her campaign went offline after the debates.**

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The second debates came and went. Marianne Williamson gets more shit than she deserves. Pundits who often say ridiculous things love to belittle her. Pay attention, there are some inspiring thoughts in there. If the world continues to get stay angry and things get more violent, we may welcome a theme of love!  Bernie was on fire and he and Warren came off with the best sound bites until night 2. Andrew Yang had his say which is becoming more confident. Inslee got no press from this debate. Tim Ryan caught Hell for not putting his hand over his heart like the rest of the crowd. He seems so sour anyway.. just go!!  Nothing seems to be really resonating when it comes to Beto ,Bennett, Delaney,  Klobuchar or Gillibrand, I think their time is up. Gillibrand did say she would Clorox the oval office which was cute. Biden did seem a bit out of it when self-advertising but I see that as a good thing but he needs to stop with the ‘malarkey line. . Harris and Biden clashed. Booker said “shithole” and they didn’t bleep it and he used the phrase ‘marijuana justice’. Gabbard took Williamson’s ‘sick care’ thing and Harris took Yang’s math thing so they are all somewhat on the same page.

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Animal Kingdom has been renewed for season 5.

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T-Mobile has taken over Sprint.

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Comedians in cars getting coffee was good this season. Seinfeld toured Big Lots and had some Arby’s and Twinkies to act like a regular guy.  Jerry and a guest were bleeped when talking about a comic that Jerry seems to despise. Most agree that is was Bobcat Goldthwaite.  There was some joking about other shows that could be interesting like Cougars in cars getting cosmos. I’m in.

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Thank you Stranger Things for another great season, well for the most part anyway.

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Speaking of comedians that seem adverse, David Spade seemed a bit put out at Conan for some reason when he was on Howard Stern.** Spade also has a new show, Lights Out which will be comics talking about events that are not political.

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Days Alert: Please, Please put Xander and Sarah together. The chemistry is palpable.** Please bring back Paul and give him a nice boy to love so that Will and Sonny are not the only game in town. Perhaps Joey could get out of prison and realize he is gay.** The Nicole and other mask and Susan showing up.. oh my..WTF??** Thaao is back!!

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It has been reported that 2.5 mil was diverted from the National park funds to pay for Trump’s July 4th extravaganza.** Mayor Bowser has asked the Federal Government to reimburse D.C. millions. The celebration drained the city of their security anti- terror fund.** Folks were not allowed to bring umbrellas for the rain soaked event. The President was in a box. Most of the big draws were cordoned off for the big donors. ** But really media, many say it but can we please quit going on and on about every little thing that Scary Clown does and run this country? How long should we let him keep kids in cages and fill the courts with his judges and lie about, well ..everything?** Rudy does his Trump lawyering for free.** The Supreme Court has decided to let Trump build his wall with 2.5 billion of the pentagon budget while litigation goes on in the lower courts. Just think what that money could do for our vets.

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Los Espookys is a fabulous new show!!

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Why does the world seem to be full of people with no self -esteem, no inkling to do the simplest research and would rather shoot first, ask questions later? Why are so many fine with letting the dictators take over the world?** TRUMP IS OVER  if you want it –Mia Farrow by way of John and Yoko** I am sure even Scary Clown is surprised that he is still in charge what with all the law breaking and the ‘jumping on the plane excuses.’ When will there be accountability?** As Wanda Sykes says:  Most Presidents really age fast in the WH. Trump does not seem to but we have.

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The whole Mueller thing did not seem to help. Bobby 3 sticks seems to be a slow and steady guy who buckled down, did his work and it should have been a done deal.  Some say he was putting on a show, some found him confused and some called him a doddering fool in the hearings.  He wasn’t being dramatic, he stuck to the truth and the rule of law. He tried for a year to get Trump to talk to them. People should have read the report, it should not have taken a spectacle to put it out there. I feel a little icky about a country that won’t read such an important document. The Dems say they wanted it all out there on the line so the American people who have the facts and they could move forward. Ok..whatever that means.  The Office of Legal Council say they can’t indict a sitting President but isn’t that just an added on memo? They can indict a President after he leaves office. There were so many speaches. There was Republican showboating that would not even let him talk. Texan Louie Gomhert was an exceptional loon who does not seem to give a damn about this country.  The shuffling of Mueller’s papers was maddening. Both sides had opinions, both sides put him down and both sides praised him. How can the parties come together if we can’t come together within the parties? There was a lot of “yes” and “no” and there is so much still under investigation that could be talked about.** We do know that Russia interfered, made contact with the campaign who welcomed it and then they lied to cover it up. If the men who lied have been charged and convicted then so should the President. ** less people watched than watched the Comey stuff and the Blasey Ford testimony but that is nt surprising. People who give a shit have read the report and know the answers, the haters only seem to listen to the President and others work or simply don’t care.** John Ratcliffe has been nominated for director of National intelligence.

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Kushner’s family real estate company has more than 170 code violations in Baltimore.

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Luke Perry’s son Jack is making a name for himself in wrestling as Jungle Boy.

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If you want to try a pre mixed old fashioned try Aisha Tyler’s own blend at Courage and Stone.com.

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The Intelligence Committee investigation concludes that Russia penetrated all 50 states election systems.** Scary Clown is giving 40 billion in foreign aid to wealthy investors overseas.** Why is Moscow Mitch giving so much support to Russia? He sees that we are at risk and he won’t protect us. It seems that Oleg Peripaska is going to build an aluminum plant in Kentucky.** In God we trust is a must now in Kentucky schools.** By the end of July, the Intel committee has asked to review secret grand jury materials. The impeachment investigation has begun.

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There has never been a democrat running the FBI in its 100 year history.

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The teen summit that Trump presided over was fucked with. Someone put up a fake presidential seal behind him that showed a Russian eagle symbol with golf clubs and cash that read 45 is a hoodlum in Spanish. Tee he he

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The DOJ will not prosecute Barr and Ross for contempt of congress.

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Boris Johnson will be the British Prime Minister for now. What the fuck is becoming of all of us?

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Justin Amash has left the Republican Party.

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Puerto Rico’s pig of a governor, Ricardo Rossello has finally resigned.

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NY Governor Cuomo has signed a bill allowing congress to get Trump’s state tax returns.

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My new favorite animal is the pocket shark. It is very small and glows in the dark. OOOEEE!!

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Avengers if now the highest grossing film of all time.

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Mad Magazine is essentially over. They will still release previous work and have year  end special editions by mail and at comic book shops. I know so many people that Mad influenced, it’s a sad day.

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A 16 year old girl was raped by a 16 year old boy who filmed it and texted, ‘when your first time having sex was rape.’ The judge claimed it wasn’t rape and that the prosecutors should have explained to the girl and her family that the charges could destroy the boy’s life.

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Vogue magazine left out Marianne Williamson when they ran their story on women running for President. They claim it was only about elected officials but that seems a bit like BS.

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“Trump is the greatest President since Lincoln.” –Jon Voight** The average Trump WH staffer earns $99,000.** Let’s not forget that Scary Clown has lost more cabinet secretaries to corruption and ethics concern in his first term than any President in U.S. history.** I seem to remember that before he was our leader, he bitched more than anyone I can remember so why didn’t he leave per his own instructions to the Squad?? His family came from Germany which I seem to remember they denied for some time. ** The house has voted to condemn Trump for his racist comments.** “You might be a racist if”.. sounds like a new take on the Foxworthy routine that isn’t at all funny.  A few days after I wrote this, Whoopi Goldberg mentioned the phrase herself. I guess we are all thinking it.** He is now attacking Cummings and Sharpton. Sometimes I think that he is just serving all this up on a silver platter because he wants out so badly. Perhaps he is just showing us how stupid we really are. ** “Trump tower is a crime infested urban hell hole.” –Greg Sargent** “Wear your racist like a badge of honor.” –Steve Bannon

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Now there are recordings of Nixon and Reagan talking some racist shit. Reagan called African delegates, “Monkeys “  that don’t wear shoes. If memory serves me he started his Presidential campaign at a racist college so not that surprising.

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People have started unfollowing Scary Clown on twitter. I’ve said it before.. ignore him and he’ll go away. Don’t ignore the money he is moving around and the way he is fucking up our democracy but ignore all the day to day bullshit cuz he thrives on it.** Some ancestor digging has apparently revealed that his family fortune began in Canada with a brothel.** Dan Coats is out.

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“Our horror only makes him stronger.” – Colbert** His LONG intros to his ‘Meanwhile’ segment are a bit ridic.** Chris Wallace and Colbert kind of got into it on his show, even the hosts are at each others throats. Colbert made fun of Mueller in the monologue but when Wallace said similar things in a serious matter, Stephen got his back up

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3 From Hell looks terrifying.

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The debt has grown from 19 trillion (the start of the Trump presidency) to 22 trillion in the here and now.** For only the second time in history, the house voted to hold William Barr and Wilbur Ross in contempt of congress.

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Biden says he’ll do push -ups to prove his stamina and Bernie has challenged Trump to a race. C’mon old white guys, quit the pissing contest let’s move forward or get out of the way.

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Pottery Barn is going to do a line of ‘Friends’ inspired furniture??**The Coffee Bean and Tea Leave co. will have Friends inspired drinks.

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Hooray for Danielle Reno who did her own detective work and stole her car back from the carnappers.

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How will I wait for the last season of Criminal minds?? They have really decided to keep us on tender hooks until 2020??

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The Emmy noms have been announced: Hooray for best comedy noms Barry, Veep, The Good Place, Russian Doll and (woo Hoo) Schitt’s Creek. For drama there is Better Call Saul, Killing Eve. Ozark, Pose and Succession. I’m thrilled for Jodie Comer, Sandra Oh, Viola Davis, Julia- Louis Dreyfus, Natasha Lyonne, Catherine O’Hara, Don Cheadle, Michael Douglas, Bill Hader and Eugene Levy. Some categories are so hard to route for because there so many talented people. Limited series has given us Hugh Grant, Niecy Nash and Patricia Arquette in lead and supporting. Other supporting and guest noms are Fiona Shaw, Jonathon Banks,  Peter Dinklage, Giancarlo Esposito, Anna Chlumsky, Tony Hale, Sarah Goldberg , Tony Shalhoub, Henry Winkler, Ben Whishaw, Laverne Cox, Jessica Lange, Pater Macnicol, Stephen Root , Rufus Sewell and Michael McKean. SNL has many nominations with Adam Sandler, Emma Thompson, Sandra Oh, Robert DeNiro, Kate McKinnon and John Mulaney. Variety shows include The Daily Show, Full Frontal, Jimmy Kimmell Live, Last Week Tonight. The late Late show and The Late Show.  Structured reality is a good category with Drunk History, At Home with Amy Sedaris, Who Do You Think You Are?, Documentary Now and I Love You America. Informational will pit Comedians in Cars against My Next guest needs no introduction.  Game of Thrones gets the most noms with 32.

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Good for Disney for their spotlight on real lions for their release of The Lion King. In the 25 years since the animated version, the lion population has dwindled by HALF.

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Storming Area 51? What? Civilians are not allowed to storm ANY military base. ** Budweiser is offering free Bud Light to any alien that makes it out.

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ICE is also picking up some American born Latinos. 18 year old Francisco Galicia was released after 3 weeks and while in custody he lost 26 lbs.

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Judy, the biopic of Judy Garland with Renee Zellweger, Finn Whitrock and Rufus Sewell looks promising!!

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A skull found in Europe shows us that homo sapiens were there 20,000 years ago.

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The top money makers in today’s thriving for profit prison industry are: Henry Cuellar, Marsha Blackburn, Charlie Crist, Marco Rubio, Lamar Alexander and Mitch McConnell.  The Government pays them $250 a day to house the caged kids!

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Go Coco Gauff!

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Rand Paul tried to stop the 9-11 victims bill it went thru.** The GOP blocked election security and cyber security bills as the Mueller hearing played out.

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The 25 WEEK mug was on Seth’s desk again on the July 18 show.** Seth wonders why reporters are still asking Trump questions? It gets us nowhere. The Michael Moore appearance began the new phrase, ‘Orange Crush’ as a call to arms to beat Trump.

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In sexual predator news: The Jeff Epstein case is really heating up. It seems his fortune is sort of a mystery. He seems to have come by most it from Victoria’s Secret and Bath and Body works owner  Les Wexner. ** The department of Justice has now shaved down the definition of domestic violence. It was sort of an all encompassing definition which included: patterns of deliberate behavior, dynamics of power and control, physical, sexual, emotional, economic and psychological abuse. But now they have trimmed that to be simply felony or misdemeanor crimes.** Epstein was found in his cell unconscious with neck injuries. Suicide?** New reports are saying that Epstein spoke to scientists about his plan to impregnate women in at a New Mexico ranch.

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Morton, Il. will ban the sale of legal marijuana when the state starts legal sales in January 2020.

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Dem presidential wanna be news: Swalwell is out. Tom Steyer is in.

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In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. – Martin Luther King

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Look for the impossible burger coming to Burger King next year.  Testers are saying it tastes like the real thing. The inventors use a fake out of heme, the part of blood that gives meat its flavor. There are also some promising meat subs being grown in labs but they are still a ways away. We must evolve the meat biz. Why wouldn’t we want to stop killing animals if we could? Like coal, it should become a thing of the past.  And let’s grow some trees while we are at it and have real solutions for climate change.

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UT Austin will now give free tuition to undergrads with family income below $65,000 in 2020.

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Federal executions are back.

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Illinois Gov. JB Pritzker was ranked #1 in Governing magazine of thriving Gov’s elected in 2018.

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Hooray for the US women’s soccer team. Let’s pay them what they are worth, they actually win. Megan Rapinoe deserved kudos for her fab speech about the diversity of her team.

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GOP candidate Robert Foster would not allow a female reporter access to the campaign ride along unless she was accompanied by a man.

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So, Once Upon A Time in Hollywood.. Sort of a mind blow and after digesting and thinking on it.. My favorite Tarantino film. I have read a few reviews, one saying it was such a film for the guys. I say wrong on that. My sister and I thought this was one for the ladies. To watch that eye candy of Kurt, Brad and Leo on the screen was a nice gift. This is my favorite kind of film even though I usually can’t put up with historical fiction. The vibrancy of the beautiful people, the old look of the western and the filth of Spahn Ranch made everything so clear. This so made sense for myself and my sibling’s particular life because of our Father and the respect he showed us about movies. If he were still with us, he would have loved the reverence for Sergio Leonne shown here. To show the progression of how somebody may end up at the ranch was real in this imagined scenario. All these things were really blending in 1969 and there was not a lot of shoe wearing. The best part was the new way to see some old songs which other reviewers mentioned and movies can be so great at. The words of Manson’s little ditty always get stuck in my head as they do here. I always wonder if it is the haunting acts or the song itself. Stepping into California in 1969 was also an exciting . For the first time, I actually felt I was on Cielo Drive and at the ranch. The driving sequences were long but that is what California is about.  Many are going on about the ending which I won’t go into but I can see both sides. Hooray for the self- indulgent but brilliant Tarantino!!

R.I.P. Gene Gerdom, Luis Alvarez,  Ross Perot, Martin Charnin, John Paul Stevens, victims of the Kyoto animation studio attack, Lane Lindstrom, Art Neville, Russi Taylor, the garlic fest victims, Rutger Hauer and Rip Torn.

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10 most interesting early-season developments in college basketball

College basketball’s first semester has come to a close. For the casual fan, this means the season has barely begun, but for the diehard followers, so much has already taken place. Top teams have crumbled, surprising contenders have emerged, and star players have made their mark on the landscape. Despite the best efforts of all parties involved, the college basketball schedule early on fails to really attract attention.

Now as the calendar turns, teams are sliding into conference play with more on the line. Beyond bragging rights, tournament bids and seeds are there for the taking. Teams, both good and bad, are now required to step out of their comfort zone and play true road games in front of packed crowds. This is where the season truly begins to get chaotic. Before that happens though, it’s crucial to look back at what has already occurred and what events will set the stage for the rest of the season.

10. LiAngelo Ball’s departure from UCLA

The middle brother of the most boastful family in basketball was never going to make an impact at UCLA this season. He was given a scholarship mostly as part of the Bruins’ recruiting of his older brother Lonzo, now with the Los Angeles Lakers. LiAngelo entered his freshman season as an undersized forward with few skills other than an outside jump shot. In the span of a four year career, he may have developed into a contributor.

A player of his caliber being mentioned on this list is no easy feat. For the college basketball world to care about LiAngelo Ball, he had to become part of an international incident, reportedly involving two of the world’s most powerful figures, when he and two teammates were arrested in China for shoplifting. After a few presidential tweets and a flight home, the Ball family chose to pull LiAngelo from college. Fans of the collegiate version of basketball let out a collective sigh of relief as LaVar Ball became someone else’s problem.

9. Fletcher Magee on historic pace

During Finals Week on campus, with many students departing for break and holidays on the brains of many fans, big name teams often can get caught sleeping. Wofford took advantage this week, topping North Carolina in Chapel Hill. The Terriers were led, as they have been all season, by junior sharp-shooter Fletcher Magee. The marksman posted 27 points against the Tar Heels, including 6 three-pointers. Early this season, he dropped 40 points, including 8 threes and the game-winner, against Georgia Tech.

Magee is firing 8.5 three-point attempts per game and making 55 percent of those shots. No player in the last 25 seasons has posted a true shooting percentage over 70 while taking more than 8 threes per game like Magee has to date this season. Every player in that time frame who has made more than 4.5 threes per game has needed double-digit attempts to do so, unlike Magee. Playing in the Southern Conference will give this shooter plenty of opportunities to keep this pace up.

8. Arizona State is red hot

Bobby Hurley has the Sun Devils climbing the polls with an undefeated record so far this season. Arizona State has played the toughest schedule of any of the remaining undefeated teams so far this season, per KenPom. The beatdown the Sun Devils laid on a good Xavier team, including racking up 102 points, was one of the most impressive performances of the season. Arizona State didn’t stop there, travelling to Kansas and winning fairly easy at Phog Allen Fieldhouse. Led by hot shooting guards, Arizona State looks to be a real contender to knock off in-state rival Arizona as kings of the Pac-12. The two schools face off for the first time on December 30 in Tucson.

7. Marvin Bagley is dominating college basketball

Duke won a huge recruiting battle when it not only received a commitment from Marvin Bagley III, but also had him re-classify to start playing this season. Bagley finished his high school requirements and began practicing with the Blue Devils soon after. He was clearly ready for college basketball, since he’s been one of the most productive players in the country. Bagley is averaging a double-double, with 21.1 points and 10.9 rebounds per game. His size and athleticism in the post have proved too potent for most defenders.

Once considered the top NBA prospect in the upcoming class, Bagley’s stock in that regard has actually slipped to a degree. At Duke he’s using his superior physical tools to dominate around the basket, but not showing the kind of positionless success that sets apart top NBA players in today’s game. Keep an eye on Bagley’s defensive ability and what he’s able to provide on the perimeter offensively the rest of this season.

6. Luke Maye is making a leap

For the better part of last season, North Carolina’s Luke Maye was an also-ran role player. He was a glue guy who pitched in a few buckets and rebounds, while setting screens and playing solid defense. In the NCAA Tournament, he unexpectedly found himself with the ball in his hands and nailed a game-winner to knock off Kentucky.

That shot must have inspired something inside Maye, because this season he’s playing at an All-American level. Maye is averaging 19.3 points and 10.6 rebounds, while serving as a primary scoring option for North Carolina. He’s already made as many threes this season as he did last year. With a wave of production leaving after the championship this season, Maye has stepped up to keep Carolina relevant this year.

5. Kansas’ streak in Jeopardy

No team in college basketball has dominated its conference for as long as Kansas has owned the Big XII. The Jayhawks have won or shared the conference crown every season since 2005, with solo title 8 of the past 9 years. Few expected Kansas to relinquish its grasp on the conference this season, with a ton of talent on Bill Self’s team. Things have not gone completely according to plan, however. Freshman forward Billy Preston has not played this season, after a single-car accident revealed some questions about the vehicle’s ownership in the wake of the FBI scandal rocking college basketball.

Without Preston, Self has been playing four guard lineups that have failed to deliver. No team in all of Division I has scored a fewer percentage of its points at the foul line than this perimeter-shooting Jayhawk team. Only one team in the nation has posted a lower free throw rate than Kansas. The Jayhawks have shot well enough from outside the arc to start 9-2, but any off shooting night could bury this team and open the door for a Big XII coup.

4. A surprising start from TCU

With Kansas looking vulnerable, one Big XII team looks eager to pounce. Jamie Dixon has his alma mater off to a fiery start. The Horned Frogs are 11-0 with a top 15 offense in the nation and all five starters averaging double-figure scoring. TCU is shooting better than 42 percent from outside the arc, led by Desmond Bane and his lights out 54 percent outside shooting.

If the Horned Frogs can continue to take advantage of scoring opportunities like they have, they represent the most obvious threat to Kansas in the conference. We’ll see the two teams battle in Lawrence on January 6. A road team victory in that building is rare, but would give TCU a majoy leg up in the early race for the league title.

3. Trae Young is playing the best basketball in the country

The Oklahoma Sooners knew they were bringing in a special player with Trae Young, but no one could have expected him to have such an electric start to his career. Young leads the nation in scoring at 28.5 points per game andis lapping the field in that category, with no other player in Division I currently averaging more than 24.1 points per night. On top of his scoring, Young has been the best passer in the nation as well. He averages a nation leading 10.2 assists per game, dropping a dime on 54.7 percent of his teammate’s baskets, which is also the best mark in the country. Young has the ability to pull up and shoot from anywhere, unseen in college basketball since the days of Stephen Curry or Jimmer Fredette. He has been the most exciting player in the country, demanding your attention each time he steps on the floor.

2. Collin Sexton has the Tide rolling

Speaking of freshman guards with immense talent, Collin Sexton has already had some magical moments in his young career at Alabama. The lightning quick guard has proved himself nearly impossible to cover for players at the college level. He’s drawing the most fouls per 40 minutes in the country, at over nine per game. No other player 6’3 or shorter ranks in the top 15 of that big man dominated statistic. Sexton uses his quickness to get into the lane and to the foul line, posting 21.7 points per game.

His skills were on prime display when a fist-fight, an injury, and a foul out left the Crimson Tide to playing 5-on-3 versus Minnesota. Sexton thrived, scoring 40 points against a defense with two extra pairs of eyes on him. Teams across the SEC are about to experience the best of Collin Sexton, whether they are ready or not.

1. Villanova setting itself apart

It’s hard not to argue that Jay Wright has built the nation’s best program over the past five seasons. His Wildcats haven’t missed a beat this year, starting 11-0. Villanova swept the Philadelphia round-robin series known as the Big 5 again this year and haven’t lost to a city rival since 2013.

Jalen Brunson is one of America’s best point guards. Phil Booth, returning after a season lost to injury, is reminding fans how vital he was for the Villanova team that won it all two years ago. Omari Spellman, also sidelined last season, has been a force in the paint. Capping things off, Mikal Bridges has made a real leap, looking like a first team All-American and surefire NBA Draft lottery pick. This team could stay undefeated for a while, with trips to top conference opponents Xavier, Seton Hall, and Creighton all not scheduled until after Valentine’s Day.

Shane McNichol covers college basketball and the NBA for Larry Brown Sports. He also blogs about basketball at Palestra Back and has contributed to Rush The Court, ESPN.com, and USA Today Sports Weekly. Follow him on Twitter @OnTheShaneTrain.

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