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someoneâs gotta get ghostwalker to stop trying to go through walls because it hurts
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When the pain has cut through your limit & is now all you can focus onâ¨
I'm not ok
#chronic life#chronic pain#chronically ill#chronic illness#chronic fatigue#fibromyalgia#myalgic encephalomyelitis#no spoons#pain flare#spoonie life#sorry for being depressing#spoonie problems#m.e#multiple sclerosis#Pain is my middle name#ugh help me
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I'm obsessed with Lego Amy catapulting grapes

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#She goinâ help Knuckles defend the shrine⌠whereâs the M.E.?#I still love them so much#mystery anon#off topic
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I really think about how different Knuckles mightâve handled things if heâd been the protagonist of Prime or used chaos energy to keep himself from being shattered
#bridget.sth#just *clenches fists* heâs so different from both Sonic and Shadow#there wouldâve been a total disconnection between him and the other counterparts since heâs not as close as Sonic is with Tails and Amy#but he still wouldâve HELPED if it meant getting his island and the M.E back#Knuckles guards those most precious to him but he wouldnât have projected Tails onto Nine like Sonic does
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It's about that heat of year again when I spare a thought for my fellow disabled babes (gn) who need to use heat to treat aches & pains.
It's 30°C+ (86°F) here this week, I'm sitting here, fan on full blast, heating pads on multiple muscles đŽâđ¨
Ain't it a bitch that hotter temperatures don't work the same as heating pads or hot water bottles?!
#same goes for when it's cold af & you need a cold/ice pack#the only heat that ever helped was when i was in spain 1 january & it was tshirt weather at night. that was nice. 1 week of less discomfort#chronic pain#chronic illness#disability#about m.e.#shut up emma
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oh.
M.E. you are being manipulated by THEM.
You do belong! Just not with THEM.
Bruno isn't a bad person but The OTHER fellow is.
i can only suggest you find other people to be around.
I know you don't want to hear this and I understand it might upset you but I'm worried about you and your health.
You might be corrupted by THEM. And that's the last thing we want.
Or well.
The last thing I'd want.
There are very bad anon's out there anf you shouldn't trust every anon.
If you need i suggest you go call for tally.
Sure he has done very bad things in the past but he's genuinely becoming a better person.
He's become such a sweet nice man.
He's much better to stay with than these people you're with right now.
Much safer too.
He's a father and knows how to take care of and treat people.
I'm sure he'd be glad to help you with that.
Keep safe little one.
-Motherly anon.
|| M.E. doesnt say anything for a minute just kinda stares || || A misty shadow is nearby, speaking to him || || M.E. sighs Before finally speaking || You do you all... keep attack me? making me question things...? shes nice to me...
#SPRINKLEZZ#M.E. IS BEING MANUNPLATED AND DOESNT REALIZE IT PELEASE HELP#ask the 3 of chaos#ask blog#cult of the lamb#ask mod rene or smth#TELL IGOR HE CAN STOP DORINA REMEMBER?
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The restraint I show for one to two weeks a month not to plaster the internet with extremely long-winded rants about anything thatâs ever bothered me
#my pms is of the frenetic kind#very frenetic and grumpy and passionate about all the things#shit focus#not sad but nothing is interesting or fun#and Iâm like the world needs to know about all the things!#the severe M.E. stops me#just canât write that much#or god forbid deal with people responding to anything I write#and then if I was healthy Iâd do what I used to do#up my adhd meds for that period#go for three walks a day#and dance all night#rather than rant#it sets me back every month though#because I just canât pace sufficiently when Iâm like this#prometrium sometimes helps but then makes me really sad instead so no thanks
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Little tid bits about the Modern Epic PJO Au, anytime I reblog this it's because I've added something.
⢠Luke is only "big brother" to half the camp, he is the other half's DAD in all but blood. Yeah, he has been parentified to hell and back.
⢠No one outside of Hermes Cabin carries cash on them at camp. Because it will be stolen
⢠Luke and Chris see "your money" as "our money". They see any thief off cash as borrowingâthey'll pay you back by the end of the week
⢠Travis and Connor see "your money" as "my money". You will never see that cash again
⢠M.E Hermes is basically the unclaimed's foster father and he takes that role very seriously. He glares hard at anyone who's left their child with him longer than a month. And if you don't get that kid by the end of the sixth one it's his and you aren't getting it back.
⢠On that note, when Percy made the other gods start claiming their kids M.E Hermes nearly killed a couple of themâas stated above, anyone who stays in that cabin longer than six months is HIS. At that point "your child" is either "our child" or "his child". (God of thieves indeed, out here stealing custody)
⢠Annabeth and Malcolm have a giant flemish rabbitâM.E Athena didn't understand that the Easter bunny is a mascot the first year they celebrated and yeah, the Athena Cabin has a rabbit nowâname suggestions would be appreciated. (Hermes hasn't let Athena live that mistake down)
⢠Any message (say a happy birthday, a card, money, gift, etc.) from a god to their claimed child has to go through M.E Athena because M.E Hermes refuses to send them. His visitation is already shaky and he's just not willing to risk when he's got his own children to think about.
⢠Whenever the Ares Cabin wins capture the flag M.E Ares sends enough money for his kids to go out to eat and/or to the arcade.
⢠When the gods were given the go ahead to see their kids M.E Ares kicked the cabin door down and rounded his kids up to go make up for loss time. He also got Clarisse a motorcycle.
⢠Clarisse has a greek warrior teddy bear that M.E Ares got for her when she was eight. The bear's name is Madea (after the witch) and Clarisse will kill you if you touch her.
⢠Aeolus is trans đłď¸ââ§ď¸
⢠When Luke starts college Chris takes over as the camp's "contraband kid", the torch will then be passed to Travis, who will then pass it to Connor.
⢠This should go without saying but Luke has an apartment. Sometimes he opens the door to said apartment to find like 9 teenagers just chilling in his living room.
"I thought I gave you that key for emergencies Percy?"
"The wifi at camp went out."
"...Fair enough! Everyone good with chicken alfredo for dinner?"
⢠Warrior of the Mind is a lullaby M.E Athena sings to her kids here
⢠M.E Ares did NOT approve of Chris, like whatsoever. Sometimes Chris catches him glaring at him from across camp.
⢠Annabeth and Luke met once before canon when Luke was seven and Annabeth was fresh out the brain. M.E Athena was in the area with baby Annabeth while M.E Hermes was out with Lukeâhe held baby Annabeth. He did not realize Annabeth was the same baby until M.E Hermes pointed it out while they were on their way to camp.
⢠M.E Hermes calls M.E Athena's children owlets
⢠Luke despises Fredrick, genuine visceral hatred. Fredrick hates him just as much
⢠M.E Hermes relationship with Apollo can best be described as It's-on-sight.
"I didn't know!"
"It was your damn Oracle! How didn't you fucking know!?"
⢠When Luke was sent on his quest M.E Hermes was not allowed to help him whatsoever, that goes for the rest of the gods as well. When on a quest you are completely on your ownâwhich is why Hermes was so hesitant to send him
⢠M.E Athena is demiromantic and asexual
⢠M.E Athena has both platonic and romantic brain babies. She cannot truly control the brain babies, if you're close enough to her there's a 25% chance one's popping out.
⢠Annabeth was a tiny ass baby, like most of M.E Athena's children are small because the head is not big enough for a full sized infant, but Annabeth was small
I'll probably add to this as more comes to me :P
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Kiss it better
Âť Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!Reader Âť Wordcount: 2,4k Âť Warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship, non-sexual nudeness and touching (except for maybe a short allusion but emily turns reader down), reader has female anatomy (breasts are mentioned), mentions of unsub beating up reader and the resulting injuries, reader takes unspecified pain medication, pet names (honey, my love, baby) Âť A/N: no detailed body description --- pls take a look here for more info about my reader descriptions in general
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You tried to muffle the pained groan when you leaned into the shower to turn the water on, so Emily wouldn't hear. You didn't want her to worry her again. Still, not even five seconds later she slithered into the bathroom, almost slipping on the floor with her socked feet as she ran to the door.
"What are you doing?", she asked warily, her brows furrowed as she watched you like a hawk.
"Taking a shower?" You slowly turned to her and simultaneously started to unbutton your shirt. Your knuckles ached slightly from the movement, but the pain was not bad enough that you would have to stop.
"Yes, I can see that. Why are you doing it alone?"
"Because I'm a grown woman and can tak- ow!" Pain shot through your whole upper body when you shrugged the shirt off and moved your arm wrong. You tried to breathe through the pain and shot Emily a thankful smile when she helped you to fully remove your shirt.
She gasped when she saw the full extent of your injuries when she turned back to you after she threw your shirt into the laundry basket. She had been busy dealing with the Unsub and the local police earlier when the EMTs checked you, so she only knew what happend from what you told the team. This was the first time she saw the result of what the man had done to you.
Hotch had sent you to interview a potential witness, but when you knocked on the door the guy freaked when he saw your credentials. You fought with him but he got a couple of good kicks in once he had you on the floor.
Luckily you only had a couple of small wounds were the skin on your knuckles had split from the punches you were able to land, a cracked rib or two and a slight concussion. The big bruise that covered your right side looked really bad; it reached over half your stomach and your ribs up to your shoulder blade, shining in an angry mixture of different shades of red and purple.
As long as you moved with caution the pain was manageable so far and the bruises looked a lot worse than your injuries actually were. You could only imagine how bad it must look to Emily right now.
"Oh honey", she breathed out as she stepped closer. She reached out for you, her fingertips just barely touching the skin of your shoulder as she traced them along the bruise. Even though the bathroom had gotten warmer as it slowly filled with the steam from the hot water, her touch send a shiver down your spine and goosebumps started rising on your skin. "I'm so sorry. I should have gone with you."
You smiled at her as you took her hand between yours. "It's not your fault, okay?" You squeezed her hand and started to draw soothing circles on her skin with your thumb. "We had no way of knowing that Keller was the Unsub, when I left to interview him. And I was the one who insisted I would be fine on my own. Also, you already were halfway to the M.E.s office by then, so you wouldn't have been there either way."
"Still. Reid could have gone to talk to the M.E. alone. Then I could have gone with you." Emily raised her other hand to your cheek and softly stroked her thumb over your cheekbone. "I don't like seeing you hurt."
"I know, baby. But I'm okay." You crooked your head to the side as you leaned into her palm and rolled your eyes as you corrected yourself, because physically you were far from okay. "Okay, more like I'll live."
"You better...", she pouted.
You laughed and after she joined in, a sign that the tension was slowly leaving her, you leaned in to close the space between you both and kissed her.
Emily smiled when you parted and nodded her head to the running shower. "Let's get you cleaned up." She helped you to take off the rest of your clothes and then took off her own so she could join you in the shower. She insisted to do all the work and ordered you to "just stand there and look pretty."
The both of your stepped inside the shower stall and a deep sigh left your lips when the warm water hit your skin, immediately relaxing your tense muscles. The water pressure was light enough that it didn't hurt when it landed on your skin.
Emily reached behind you to grab one of the bottles and signaled you to turn around and face away from her, before she flipped the lid and squeezed some of the flowery smelling stuff into her hand. You closed your eyes when she started to shampoo your hair, her fingers gently massaging your head. She giggled when you hummed. âFeels good?â, she asked. You just hummed again and let your head fall back. When she was done with the shampoo, she unhooked the shower head and rinsed your hair out, then she worked some of the conditioner in as well. Every step - shampoo, rinse, conditioner, rinse - she softly massaged your scalp.
She proceeded to lather her hands up with shower gel. While she was doing so she planted a small kiss onto your right shoulder, right above the edge of your bruise. Emily's hands glided over your skin, washing your arms and your back, and she made sure to move over your injuries as softly as she could so she wouldn't hurt you.
By the time she made you turn back around, her touch had done much more to you than just washing your body. With a new portion of shower gel she started on your collar bones and worked her way down, over your breasts and stomach.
Your breathing quickened and you put your left hand on her waist to pull her closer. You tried to kiss her, but Emily turned her face away and chuckled. âNope.â
âMeanâ, you said and pouted. She kissed your nose before she bend down to wash your legs.
"I'm not being mean, but you are hurt. You'll have to wait until you're better, my love." She looked up at you and the sight alone - Emily on her knees in front of you and the way she was looking into your eyes, paired with her hands on your thighs - almost drove you insane. Like you said. Mean.
You groaned and rolled your eyes playfully. "Why do you have to be so responsible?"
"Because I love you and because I'm your boss."
"Just because you've been in the BAU longer than me, doesn't make you my bossâ, you laughed.
Emily shrugged, a wide smile on her lips. "Tomato, tomahto. It's pretty much the same thing."

After the both of you were done in the bathroom - freshly showered, bodies lotioned and dressed in comfortable clothes - Emily gave you some pain killers and sat you down on the couch so she could apply new bandages on your hand.
âIt's really not that badâ, you said. She held your right hand in both of hers, examining your knuckles - split skin accompanied with light red bruises that were already turning purple.
She shook her head. âIt's bad enough. Just let me do this, please?â Emily didn't wait for your answer, didn't even look up at you, before she dabbed some disinfectant on your knuckles; then she wrapped the new bandage around your hand.
âOkayâ, you breathed out, giving in. You could tell she still blamed herself that you got hurt, heard it in the way her voice had cracked just now. If dressing your wounds and tending to your every needs would help that she felt better about it, you'd let her.
You didn't blame her. Or even Hotch. The only person at fault was Keller. But you knew, that if the roles were reversed and Emily would have gotten injured in the field while you weren't around, you would blame yourself as well. Probably even if you would have been around.
So you let her do her thing. You let her fix you something to eat, let her wrap you up in a cozy blanket and let her brush your hair. You would lie if you would say, that you didn't like it.
It was still early enough in the evening that you had time to cuddle up on the couch with each other and watch TV while sharing a tub of ice cream. Emily had you sitting between her legs, your back to her chest, so she could hold you without you having to lie on your side. One of her hands had found its way back into your hair, her fingers playing with your hair and untangling the knots that were back in your hair after she had brushed it earlier.
You had stopped paying attention to the TV a long time ago, fully focusing and enjoying her touch. From time to time you felt her planting a quick kiss here and there - the side of your head, your neck, your shoulder.
Slowly but surely it lulled you to sleep, you eyelids getting heavier by the minute. You adjusted your position, turning your head to the side to lean your forehead against her neck. Just when you were about to drift off, your hand slit off Emily's thigh and it collided with the empty ice cream container next to you. You jumped, not because it hurt your hand but because it had startled you in your half conscious state. Immediately after you doubled over in pain; which you regretted the second you did it as it only made it worse.
âWoah, hey, hey.â Emily grabbed your shoulders to hold you steady.
Tears shot into your eyes and you whimpered. It felt like your whole right side was on fire. Now with the sudden movement and since you had rested for a while, your more than sore muscles ached even more than they had before.
A sob fought its way out of your throat and before you knew it, you were full on crying. The crying didn't make it better: your head started to pound again, your side got worse as your body shook with every sob and when you started to hyperventilate your ribs violently protested against having to hold your lungs in.
Emily held you against her, making sure to not hurt you any further of course, and brushed the hair from your forehead. She stroked your hair as she was trying to calm you and she whispered âShhh, it's okay... It's okay. Just breath.â into your ear over and over again. It hurt her, that she couldn't do anything to help you, to ease your pain. To take the pain away.
It took a while for you to calm down, until your breath evened out and your sobs stopped, only soft whimpers leaving your lips now. Emily asked you if she could get you anything and when you asked for painkillers, she sighed and kissed the side of your head. âIt's too early to take another dose. I'm sorry, baby. We-â
âI don't careâ, you cried. âPlease...â
For a short moment she fought with herself. She wanted to help you, but you only had taken the last pill about two hours ago; the prescription said to wait at least four hours between doses. But with one look into your eyes, she dismissed all caution and nodded. If it only had been 30 minutes, it would have been a different kind of story. And not keeping to the advised time frame one time, shouldn't hurt.
âOkayâ, Emily breathed out and carefully got up to get the medication and a glass of water. When she came back, she took a seat next to you and placed the pill in your hand. You took it and after drinking some of the water you gave her the glass back. âThank you.â
âOf courseâ, she said and placed the glass down. âWhy don't we get you into bed, huh?â
You just nodded. All you wanted to do right now was sleep. You were so tired. From the day, from the crying, from the pain.
âDo you want to go now, or do you want to wait a moment for the medication to work?â, she asked and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. God, you hoped the pain killers would work their magic quickly.
âNow pleaseâ, you said in a low voice.
Emily took your hand and helped you stand up, walking you slowly over to your shared bedroom. You stopped at your side of the bed, waited for her to pull back the blanket and then carefully laid down with her help.
âI'll be right backâ, she told you, once you were all set. While she was gone, you closed your eyes and hoped, that your pain would stop soon. It had dulled a bit by now and lying down had helped your body relax. Right now, your headache was hurting the most in your body. Luckily it had stopped pounding in the rhythm of your heartbeat, but there was still a constant, sharp pain that felt like your head was about to split open.
You laid your wrist over your eyes - the bandage felt both soft and rough on your skin â and you kept it there, not moving it even when a soft clink on your nightstand indicated Emily's return; presumably with a fresh glass of water. You could hear her walking around the room and shutting off the big room light before she climbed into bed.
She softly touched your wrist and moved it away from your face so she could hold your hand in both of hers in between your bodies. âAre you feeling better yet?â
You turned your head to look at her, watching her pull your hand closer to her face and planting the softest kisses on your bandaged knuckles, one by one. You smiled at her. âA bit, meds are slowly kicking in, I think.â
âGoodâ, Emily said as she smiled back at you from behind your hand. âI'm glad. Try to get some sleep.â She sat up slightly and supported her weight on her elbow so she could lean down. First, she kissed your lips, then she planted a kiss on your cheek and one on your eyebrow.
âGood night.â
âGood night.â

#emily prentiss#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss x fem!reader#emily x reader#emily prentiss fanfiction#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#ghosts can write#â¤ď¸ e.p.#--- mismatchedđ§Ś
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Another continuation to my list of random thoughts and reactions to STH3
(Part 3đŤ )
!spoilers ahead duh!
- NOOOOOOO TOM!!!! HE CANT BE DEAD!!! SHADOW DID NOT JUST KILL TOM (I was literally shaking AND oh was I on the brink of tears too aakdjsjsnjs)
- more parallels đ


- omg the new suits looking like how they do in the games o yaaaaas
- uhm someone care to help eggman he looks like heâs having a seizure
- okay now I definitely feel bad for stone :(
- idk why but this part in the movie I could NOT stop rambling to myself about it
It was after the ambulance had driven away with tom and maddie
How Sonic was just filled with so much anger and hurt he was willing to break the promise he made with his team about not using the M.E
Knuckles ofc was fully against the idea as using the M.E could be too dangerous, especially using it for something like vengeance. Then also saying that Sonic is in no right to make any decisions esp in his emotional state
Because emotions (especially anger) can cloud your judgement. youâre not always thinking straight therefore leading to irrational decision making
And knuckles, always being known as the hothead, short tempered, sometimes leaping into battles with just fists and no brain. He of all people probably knows what happens when you make decisions based off your emotions
And iirc doesnât the power of the Master Emerald (or the chaos emeralds) reflects (or is based of) the personâs heart? Having someone who is feeling a whole pile of negative emotions wield such power can have severe consequences (which Iâm pretty sure has already been demonstrated)
But anyways Sonic couldnât care at the moment, he was even fine with going solo if no one âhad the gutsâ Hecc, he was even ready to throw hands with Knux just to win it over and I was like âoh shiz itâs gonna be STH2 all over againâ cuz yâknow they both got all charged up
But then Knuckles was reminded about the OTHER half of their promiseâŚto trust each other, and he was going to make sure he kept that promise even if Sonic broke it on his end, even if Sonic chooses to go with what could be a very reckless choice. When knux swears a â¨sacred oath⨠he is bound to keep it regardless.
So he stands down and lets Sonic have his way
Idk did that not just scream maturity or character development to you?? Bc knux usually wouldnât make a stretch like this esp with the M.E. Idk maybe I looked too far into it help
(Also Iâm not in any way condemning Sonic for being the way he wasâŚpoor guy has been thru a lot from dealing with another hedgehog, to 2 eggmen, GUN, and now his âdyingâ father. He has every right to be pissed)
- oh is it who I think it is-
- OH MY GOSH WADE HAHAHAHA YESSSSS THE NEW FEARSOME GUARDIAN OF THE MASTER EMERALD ALL QUIVER BEFORE HIM
- BUDDY YOU DIDNT EVEN LOOK LIKE YOU TRIED-
- NAAAAA NO MORE SAD FLASHBACKS :(
- OH STUFFâS ABOUT TO GET REAL
- SUPER SHADOW ENTERED THE CHAT!!!!
- SONIC JUST PUNCHING SHADOW ACROSS THE WORLD DAAAAYYUUUUMM BROS ON A WHOLE NEW LEVEL OF VIOLENCE
đśBrazil, Morocco, London to Ibiza-đś (shh itâs totally accurate)
- Iâm crying WHAT IS THIS SORCERY
- SONIC SHED A TEAR I REPEAT SONIC SHED A TEAR I SAW IT
- ahh yes beautiful trauma bonding
- OMG OKAY ITS HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM
- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
- LIVE AND LEARRRRNNNNNN
- old people and insectsâŚ
- BANGER SCENE + BANGER SONG = PEAK CINEMA PT.2
- THEY DID THE THING!!!

- oop there goes eggman
- WAIT WHERE DID TAILS AND KNUCKLES COME FROM DID I MISS SOMETHING?
- lmfao Gerald gets his ass zapped by his grandson and then incinerated by pure chaos energy the karma is reallll but uhm rest in pepperonis ig
- THEY PISSED ON THE FREAKING MOOOOOOOON
- AAAAAHHHHH TAILS SEES HIS BIG BRO PLUMMETING TO HIS DOOM AND-

HES IN TEARS IM UNWELL
- YESSSS GO SAVE YOUR BUDDY!!!!
- sayonara Shadow the Hedgehog and Dr.Robotnik đŤĄ
- NOOOO TAILS LOSING CONSCIOUS YOU TRIED ITS OKAY
- YEEEAAAAHHHHH HERE COMES KNUCKLES TO SAVE BOTH HIS LIL BROTHERS!!!!! đŞđŞđŞ
- TEAM HUG AWWWWW LETS GO
- DONUT LORD IS ALIIIIIVEEEE YESSSS
- MORE DOGGY TRANSLATIONS :D

yes ozzy u get all the loveeee
- YES WE GET THE REAL RACE THIS TIME TO TOP IT OFF
- I love this movie
- *proceeds to jam out to the credits*
- welcome to the SCU Amy 𩷠ALSO GURL UR SO PRETTY WOWZERS
- I need STH4 NOW
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic movie 3 spoilers#sonic movie 3#sonic movie#sth#sonic wachowski#miles tails prower#tails wachowski#knuckles the echidna#knuckles wachowski#shadow the hedgehog#movie shadow#movie sonic#movie tails#movie knuckles#tom wachowski#maddie wachowski#dr eggman#ivo robotnik#gerald robotnik#maria robotnik#amy rose#movie amy
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Safe: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @riley-kore @ilovemark1951 @love-affair-with-fandoms @mishkatelwarriorgoddess
Companion piece to:
The Ice Queen - Gibbs meets The Ice Queen for the first time.
Break The Ice - A act of decency helps Gibbs to break the ice.
Umbrella - Gibbs gets more than he bargained for when he offers you his umbrella.
Grave - You and Gibbs bump into each other in an unexpected place.

The thing that Gibbs likes most about you is that you donât give damn about what anybody else thinks. That becomes blatantly obvious over the months he continues works with you. Youâre a consummate professional, a fierce victim advocate and the most compassionate woman heâs ever met.
The way you speak to the families, itâs an art form.
He could only wish for more people like you. People who havenât become desensitised by everything theyâve seen. People who still give a shit.
âI donât know how you do it.â He says to you one night over drinks at a bar heâs already forgotten the name of. âHow do you stay sane after seeing so much death?â
Meeting up like this, itâs starting to become a regular thing between the two of you. Youâve been doing it ever since the day you ran into each other at the cemetery. Most nights he grabs a few drinks with his team but Thursdays, he reserves those especially for you.
âI know that people think Iâm cold, detachedâŚâ You say as you swirl the ice cubes around whiskey glass. âBut when I look down at them, I see the person they were. Lieutenant Colchesterâs calloused fingers from where he played guitar, the scar on Ensign Lopezâs knee from a cycling accident. They all had hobbies, a life, people who care about them.â You take a sip from the glass. âI guess that makes me driven.â
âItâs a good way to be.â Gibbs tells you, his gaze meeting yours. âYou fight for them, even when the lead on the case tells you, you shouldnât.â
Heâs talking about the blow up they all overheard coming from Family and Sexual Violence and Threat Management Unit this afternoon. You have a dead Corporal on your table and Special Agent in Charge LaRue is shoving the file to the bottom of the pile because the deceased used to be hook to put food on the table before she joined the service.
âIâm gonna be person non-grata in that department for a very long time.â You state as you signal to the bartender for another round. âTheyâve already requested another M.E.â
âIt was the right thing to do.â Gibbs tells you as if itâs something irrefutable.
Thatâs one of the reasons you like about spending time with Gibbs. Thereâs no platitudes, thereâs only frankness. Heâs a man without an agenda and you can not express just how refreshing that is. Â
âI know.â You say, pushing your used glass away from you. âIâd do it again in a heartbeat if I thought it would bring any of them justice.â
You damn well would too, he knows it.
Itâs an hour later that he begins to tug on his jacket. Itâs the same everytime. Eleven oâclock hits and he walks you home. Only tonight you arenât pulling on your coat, your still sitting there, your finger tracing around the top of the glass youâve been drinking from.
âMaeve?â He questions, tilting his head to meet your gaze.
âI think Iâm gonna stay a while.â You tell him and he sits back down on his stool.
âAlright, well Iâve got nowhere else to be-â
âJethro.â You say softly, your hand coming to rest on top of his ensuring you have his full attention. âYou know that feeling you get, that frustration that builds and builds until you end up starting a fight. I get that too, only I fuck it out.â
âOh.â He says as it dawns on him. âIâm cock blocking you.â
âYou look like a big strapping Marine, ready to beat the shit out of anyone that approaches me.â You inform him and he supposes he kinda does.
âIâm not sure how comfortable I feelâŚâ He begins because his momma taught him a lot better than to leave a woman alone in a bar.
âItâs not about your comfort.â You remind him, your voice turning brittle. âItâs about me getting what I need and what I need is to get fucked.â
He doesnât like it, not because of the sex but rather the danger it presents. Youâll be taking home you donât know, someone who could hurt you or worse. He also knows he canât stop you, that youâre going to do this no matter what he says because it is a need, one that he recognises all too well.
âWill you call me or page me?â He asks you as he raises to his feet once again. âJust so I know youâre safe.â
You sigh, rapping your fingertips upon the surface on the table. He gets the feeling you arenât used to people actually giving a shit about you. Well tough, he does and youâre just gonna have to get used to that.
âMaybe.â You concede. âIf you leave within the next five minutes.â
MaybeâŚ
Thatâs the best heâs gonna get for now.
Itâs a couple of hours later that his pager chirps. Heâs doing push ups in the dark on the bedroom floor, trying to chase away the images of another man touching you, tasting you, fucking you. Heâs not a jealous man but he is protective, he would go to hell and back for the people he cares about and apparently youâre one of them. He picks up the tiny black device, his gaze fixating on the letters as they scroll across screen.
S-A-F-E.
Safe.
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Prometheus Chapter 8
Emily Prentiss x Female CIA Reader
Chapter 8 - Excision Part Two (Criminal Minds Case Time)
Tags: Limited use of y/n but established last name. Swearing, mentions of the pandemic and human and sex trafficking. Canon typical violence. Sexual innuendos. Drinking. Smoking. Slow Burn. Murder. Depictions of Flaying. Implied Rape. Mentions of Date Rape Drugs. Strangulation. Restraints. Mental Institutions. PTSD. Childhood trauma. Psychological Trauma. Implied references to child abuse. Minors DNI.
Word Count: 6k
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Chapter 7
You were hanging out in Prentiss' hotel room later in the evening. She was able to reserve three rooms for you all at a hotel in Indio to be close to the unsubâs hunting grounds. You all decided to eat dinner together while processing the information gleaned from the M.E. and Rossiâs interviews, which ended about an hour ago. You all felt you could think clearer here than at the station. Sheriff Grosch was breathing down yours and Prentissâ necks every step of your investigation since the tox screen came back. It was unbearable. Even you being direct that you needed space to work without constant interruptions that had nothing to do with the case fell on deaf ears. So, the two of you said fuck it and called Rossi to meet you at the hotel. The station knew how to contact you if anything further came up. Local law enforcement had given you everything you needed and were just in the way at this point and explained you would have the profile nailed down soon to announce at the station late tonight.
Garcia had given you a brief update on the âHome Teamâ. JJ, Luke, and Tara almost had the unsubs but were distracted by them hacking into the Bluetooth speakers to lead the BAU away from their exact location in the house. They were able to flee the scene with two more dead guards to process. They worked out the profile and announced it to local PD. They believe theyâre local so theyâre hoping they can make an arrest soon.
You also feel that the unsub is local based on the geographical profile you worked out that was taped on the mirror over the flatscreen. You had marked up the dumping grounds of both bodies, where they lived, worked, and where they were last spotted. There was far too much overlapping for the unsub not to be familiar with the area. They were staying inside safe hunting grounds.
Dave was able to find out that McGarth was meeting a woman for drinks at the bar. It wasnât just a wind down and hopefully get laid. The meet up sounded like a date. Unfortunately, his boss and the other members of the firm had no idea who this mystery woman was. Garcia was running through dating apps to see if there was a match with McGarth, but the guy was a player. He had several apps and lots of ladies that he was chatting it up with. That would take time on top of Garcia working with the home team in tracking down the security guard murderers, but she assures you all that sheâs got this.
Sullivenâs family and his assistant were not helpful. The timeline indicated that he left work like usual but never made it home. His family thought he was working late at the office, which was not unusual.
You also learned that neither victim was sexual assaulted nor had any trace residue of semen. That was the part that was baffling the three of you â the method didnât match up with the assault.
Rossi was sitting at the desk, using a fork to eat his orange chicken which made both you and Prentiss poke fun of him since the two of you were using chopsticks.
Prentiss was currently on the bed plucking out a peapod. âSo why drug them? I get the sedation but drugging them with no signs of sexual aggression doesnât add up.â
âThe drugs were used on both victims,â says Rossi. âItâs possible thatâs what they had access to.â
âBut flunitrazepam isnât sold in the US. Even doctors barely use it in other countriesâ you add before munching on a steamed shrimp. You had made yourself comfortable on the floor sitting cross legged. Â
âBut they can?â Rossi leans back thoughtfully. âNot common but possible.â
You shrug. âNot unless you bring a script to your local drug dealer. And by script, I mean cash.â
âWith how meticulous our unsub is, I find it hard to believe that theyâd visit a drug dealer.â Prentiss shakes her head and motions animatedly with her hands, keeping a firm grip on the veggie between chopsticks. âThey like being in control. Everythingâs done with precision and going into the wrong part of town meeting a drug dealer gives up a lot of control.â
âA lot of countries have access to it. Australia, Japan, Mexico ⌠quite a few countries in Europe.â You were well aware of this having worked with Interpol investigating a serial rapist in the UK and Ireland. Despite being legal, flunitrazepam was used as a date rape drug in other countries as well. âCan always narrow down our doctor pool with any international travel.â
Garciaâs search brought back over five thousand surgeons in Thermal area. With the flaying technique used, you narrowed it down to plastic surgeons but that only got the suspect pool down to over two thousand. You were in California. There were a shit ton of plastic surgeons.
âAnd with the bodies being relatively untouched, the unsub is probably female,â says Rossi. âMajority of rape victims are women. Especially with the use of date rape drugs.â He pauses in consideration. âIs it possible that our unsub picked her victims because theyâre sexual offenders?â
Prentiss immediately facetimes Garcia on her laptop who immediately appears with a friendly wave. âHello my fine furry friends. Whatâs up?â
Emily stabs her chopsticks into the food and sets aside the container. âCross check police reports on our victims.â
âAnything specific weâre looking ⌠OhâŚâ Her voice drops solemnly. âAm I looking for something extremely bad like rape charges? Cuz, Iâm finding that both of them have that in common. As in they both were charged for the same incident.â
âThey were convicted?â you ask in bewilderment since nothing came up on their background checks.
âUh, no. Both of them had the charges dropped. Oh, get this. Alcohol was involved and it was indeterminate if consent was obtained or not and the poor darlings took some time before they reported the assault. Both men lawyered up really good, which is not surprising for a paralegal and a psychiatrist. One being able to use connections and the other having the money. They just up and ran with the lack of physical evidence even though hair samples on the victims detected our unsubs drug of choice. There was no way to prove these jerk faces did it.â
âWho pressed charges?â Rossi asks.
âUh, Desiree Villanueva and Lauren Conway. Couple of friends trying to have a nice girlsâ night when ⌠ah damn. There was a third man involved. A Robert MacDonald - some banker at Wells Fargo.â
âLovely. Little rich boys club wanted to play and wouldnât take no for an answer,â states Rossi with disgust.
âAre either victim on our plastic surgeons list?â Prentiss questions next.
âNope. Waitress and jeweler.â
âBut weâre on to something with the unsub being a woman. How many are those plastic surgeons are female?â you request of Garcia.
âLittle over four hundred.â
âAny of them show up on McGarthâs dating apps?â
âAh ⌠yes! Dr. Sandra Duncan! Has a practice in La Quinta.â Garcia brings up her driverâs and medical license. She had short brown hair with wavy bangs and piercing blue eyes. She was caught in mid-smile.
âThatâs in our geo profile,â you confirm.
âHas she been a victim of sexual assault?â presses Emily.
âUnfortunately. She accused a Benjamin Riley of drugging her at a bar called The Treehouse in 2015. They were students together at Standford. Charges were dropped in a similar manner like our victims. After that, she went on to finish medical school, get married to an engineer named Drew Arnold. Oh noâŚâ she whimpers while continuing â⌠her daughter, Charolette, died of leukemia six months ago. Then her jerk of a husband served divorce papers.â
You, Rossi and Prentiss share a knowing look and immediately leave dinner where it is and grab your coats.
âTwo triggers in such a short time is more than enough to make someone lose control,â you state. âThe family she had to ground her is gone, so sheâs turn vigilante. Helping those women when no one helped her.â
Prentiss nods. âAnd sheâs taking off their faces, their masks as you said, to show them for the rapists they are. Sheâs angry they got away with it and regressed back to when this happened to her.â
âAnd being a physician, she has access to drugs like midazolam,â says Rossi as you all walk out of Prentissâ hotel room, already on the phone with the sheriff station to get the location of Arnoldâs personal residence and place of business. âWeâll need a unit on Robert MacDonald, DOB 2/23/97, out of Palm Springs. Our unsubâs going for him next if she doesnât have him already,â he explains to dispatch.
âAny chance sheâs gone abroad?â questions Prentiss as you all head outside to the parking lot where the two SUVs waited. Garcia was now talking over speaker phone.
âWhy yes she did. Two months ago, in fact. Visited a cousin in Ipswich, just outside of Brisbane. Happened after the divorce.â
Prentiss stops in front of the vehicles. âGarcia, work with local law enforcement to get us warrants ASAP on Duncanâs home and work. Does she have a business partner?â
âShe does not. All solo.â
âGood. We donât have to wake anyone else and waste more time. Once those warrants are in have SWAT meet us at both locations. Rossi?â Prentiss calls out to get his attention. He places the phone against his chest, giving her his full attention. âYou take Duncanâs home. We got the clinic. No moving inside without the warrants unless thereâs signs of a victim. Clear?â
âCrystal. Iâve got Grosch on the line whoâs grumpy about things moving so fast âŚâ
âFuckerâs always grumpy unless heâs calling the shots or up our asses,â you mutter while leaning against the front of the car.
Rossi chuckles. âYes, but heâs waking the judge to get everything legal. Units will meet us there and set up a perimeter. Theyâve got a squad car heading to MacDonaldâs right now.â
Prentiss nods. âLetâs roll.â
âBe safe my loves!â Garcia says and hangs up.
Without warning, Prentiss tosses you the car keys and you deftly catch them in surprise. âYouâre letting me drive?â
âWhy not?â she says, opening the passenger door. âOr is driving twenty miles too hard for the maniac driver of the CIA?â
You grin ear to ear. âNo, Maâam.â
A Toyota SUV with no headlights on makes its way down the driveway of a multibuilding business center. It slows and makes a right and then swings around to back up into the driveway for deliveries at the one-story single building at the far end of the complex.
The garage opens and the SUV disappears inside. Only until the garage door closed, did the driver side open. Dr. Sandra Arnold was dressed in nice blue jeans, black boots, and an off the shoulder floral blouse. Hair and make-up were pristine, complementing her features for the faux date. She made her way to the patient cart that was already set up with sheets and pushed it over to the side of the trunk. With a quick wave of her foot under the car, the trunk slowly opened revealing an unconscious Robert MacDonald.
She brought the cart around, locked it in place, and then slid Robert onto it by the sheet he was laying over. After a few adjustments of scooting him around, she pulls up the slide rails, hovering over his face with blue eyes filled with malicious intent.
Her black gloved hand gently strokes down a chiseled cheek, then chin, and repeats the gesture back up the other side. Fingers play with brown strands of short hair. She roughly combed her fingers through it and looks at his face objectively, pulling it side to side to finish making the mental notes required to mark her incisions.
She pulls back, nostrils flaring as her eyes closed. Hands ball into shaking fists as she breathes through the rage building inside her, stopping herself from injuring this bastard. She had plans and could not ruin them with a violent outburst. Her heart now races with anticipation knowing that the victims that could not find justice just like her would have the peace they deserved. The peace that was denied them with a broken system easily manipulated by rich men who didnât want their careers ruined.
Canât have a career if youâre dead. Canât hurt another woman if youâre dead, too.
âAnd how many more women did you rape since then, huh?!â she hisses with clenched teeth as she unlocks the cart and roughly pushes him into the next room.
Captain Robles met you and Prentiss outside La Quinta Cosmetic Surgery with a warrant in hand close to sixty minutes later. In that time, you and Prentiss were vested up as SWAT had set up a perimeter around the stucco and modern style office building. It was closed to 1am and there was little public to redirect since this area was all businesses. The building itself was dark with no vehicles in the parking lot or immediate surroundings. Chances of Arnold and or MacDonald here was slim after the first walk through around the building, but you all had to move fast to be sure.
Chattering over the radio indicated Rossi and Sheriff Grosch were about to enter Arnoldâs residence after no response to announcing FBI presence.
Now it was your turn.
Prentiss had already ordered Robles and his officers to set up positions by all exits of the building. You, Prentiss and the SWAT team were going to coordinate entrance on the section chiefâs orders. You and Prentiss had your guns at the ready, pointed at the ground, as you flanked the doorway together.
You lock eyes with Prentiss who gives the go ahead and you speak into the radio that Robles provided both of you. âReady in five ⌠four âŚâ
You go silent as all units would finish the count down and on one, a SWAT officer came swinging in with the two handed breaching tool to place right between the lock and jamb. With two soft slaps that sound like a piston, the door is breached and Prentiss heads in first, shoulder blocking the door fully open.
A cacophony of clears starts echoing in the empty rooms. You call some out yourself as you clear a utility closet and bathroom and work your way with Prentiss and SWAT down the hallway. You all fan out to cover the rest of the rooms. There were two offices and six examination rooms. All empty.
One of the officers comes up to Prentiss, assault rifle securely pointed to the floor. âBuildingâs secure. No oneâs onsite, Maâam.â
Holstering her Glock, she licks her lips in thought. âSpread out and search for anything connecting Arnold with the victims or where sheâs at.â
You already wandered away from her to do just that and landed in the supply room to look around at all the basic medical equipment an office like this would have. All the sterile processing of surgical tools would be done somewhere else. You were about to turn around and leave when something caught your eye. A white strap dangling out of a floor cabinet. You lean forward to open it and feel a rush of memories.
âFUCK YOU!â you screamed, spitting at the male nurseâs aideâs face. Two of them were trying to grab your flailing limbs as you thrashed about on the bed. âIâM NOT GONNA GO!â
âDamn it!â the one orderly huffed, shaking his head along his shoulder to get his eyes clean of saliva.
It gave you the chance to kick him in the stomach when his grip loosened. But with the commotion you were causing, two more men came in to assist and grabbed ahold of you. You were outnumbered as they forced your hands and feet into the padded restraints.
Then there was the hated sharp sting into your thigh of forced medication âŚ
You come out of the memory, not realizing you were already cradling the wrist restraint. With a hard swallow, you now know why those indentations seemed so familiar with the victims. You had them yourself at one point when some asshole tech tightened your restraints too hard. Of course, part of you still wondered if you deserved the rough treatment. That guilt that since you were a bad patient, you deserved the treatment you got. You were always physical and uncooperative with staff, and you didnât give a shit who you hurt back then âŚ
âHey, Whitlock?â Prentissâ voice forces you to look up and you curse the fact that you just know your cheeks are burning. There is no way she didnât notice it, but she didnât press. âGot something?â she asks instead.
âUh, yeah.â You toss the restraint over to Prentiss and she catches it. âPretty sure this is what Arnoldâs using on her vics.â
She turns it over thoughtfully. âAnd we found midazolam in the med room. Arnoldâs homeâs empty but Rossi did find untouched ampules of flunitrazepam.â
You free the phone from your belt and call Garcia. âThe princess is in another castle. Weâre 0 for 2 here.â
Prentiss looks up at you but was unable to catch your gaze. You were focused on the call with Garcia. She did have some reservations with how you reacted to the restraint she was now holding and wondered if it would affect your ability to remain in the field.
âLetâs see what my crystal ball can tells us. Ah! Arnold did set up shop at a different office before the one youâre currently standing in. About eight months ago she moved from there before her whole world unraveled. Former office locale is currently vacant and just like that, you have messages with the address.â
You take a peek at your texts before responding. âThanks, Garcia. Weâll keep in touch.â
âYou better, missy!â You wince, hearing the commanding tone of wholesome concern. âQueen Penelope out.â
You start moving out of the room while pulling up directions to the office. âWeâre six minutes away.â
You were focused and the section chief would keep her concern to herself and stay close to you as this unfolds. Prentissâ voice carries loud and clear throughout the hallway as she leads the way. âAlright everyone, weâre moving out!â
Fully gowned with hair tied back under a blue surgical cap and face covered by a mask, Arnold adjusts her goggles as she leans forward to inspect her work one last time. MacDonaldâs face was centered inside the hole of the surgical drape to where the markings were clearly visible. His neck and upper torso were covered as well with wrists and ankles secured to the cart by restraints.
With a practiced hand, she reaches for the instrument tray to pull closer. She slides a finger down the length of the scalpel handle before picking it up. Despite her malevolent intentions, her grip was gentle as she tilted his head to secure him for the first incision.
But she was interrupted by the double doors to the exam room being kicked open. Her eyes widened in terror as officers start shouting orders.
âFBI!!!â Prentiss yells, gun lined up for a shot as two SWAT follow suit to cut off Arnoldâs escape routes.
âFREEZE!!!â
âLOWER YOUR WEAPON!!!â
You watch Arnold pull the scalpel closure to MacDonaldâs neck, securing his head in a headlock. âGet away! Get the fuck away!!!â
All four of you had a clean shot to take Arnold, but there was a chance she could still do irreparable harm with how close the blade was to MacDonaldâs neck.
âSandra, you need to put the scalpel down,â Prentiss says firmly.
âLike hell I do!â she shouts back. âHe fucking deserves this! They all fucking deserve this!â
âItâs bullshit the justice system failed you. Failed Desiree and Lauren. But this wonât take the pain away of what happened to you. To them,â Prentiss implores.
âNo ⌠but at least thereâs some justice,â she hisses, the blade digging in just enough to draw a bead of blood on his neck.
âBut is it really? Justice?â you ask as you lower your gun. Prentiss quickly looks at you and wonders what the hell youâre doing.
âWhy wouldnât it be?â she bites back, puffing her chest out arrogantly. âWith him gone, that makes three less rapists in the world.â
âAlright. Let me ask it like this.â You hold your hand up as you put your gun away. Arnold remained engaged. âDoes it feel like justice to you?â
She blinks her eyes several times and looks around the room, passing over Prentiss and the officers without focus. Your question stumps her. You can see how she is struggling to reconcile what justice means to her. You could even see the face mask crinkling as she was trying to find her words.
You nod with understanding, your eyes betraying the same conflict that Arnold has in trying to reconcile the feelings of violation and anger right now. You fight the shiver that threatens to run down your spine, needing to stand firm as the two of you share the same haunted look that does not go unnoticed by Prentiss.
âItâs doesnât. It never will, Sandra. Even if you were able to find the one that hurt you, that you do this to him and declare justice in victory, through their death,â you slowly motion with your hand to the guy on the cart, âyouâre trying to find peace.â You lick your lips as your throat tightens, regaining the control you need to get through to Sandra. âBut thereâs no peace.â You shrug tearfully. âIt never comes. It never will. You just ⌠have to find a way to live for yourself. Every day. Every hour. Every minute. You just have to find the strength to survive.â
You watch as Sandraâs throat bobs up and down several times as you all wait to see how this will go. Will she surrender or cause someone to pull their trigger and end this stalemate.
But then you hear her sniff as she blinks back tears. âYou know.â
A statement that you affirm with a nod. âI do.â
She fights back a sob. âI was really trying to help them âŚâ
Your watery eyes soften as you sadly smile. âI know.â
And it was in that moment that Arnold made her decision to step back, letting the scalpel fall to the floor with a loud clang. SWAT immediately went in to put cuffs on her and read her rights as you vaguely were aware of Prentiss calling in for a medic. Right now you are focused on watching Arnold being escorted away. The two of you kept eye contact, her watching you over her shoulder until more officers came running in to obscure the view.
âHeyâŚâ Prentiss voice was like a loud boom that went off by your ear. The anxiety of forcing yourself to come back from such raw memories heightened everything around you.
âHuh? Oh. Yeah.â You look passed Prentiss as a group of officersâ start assessing MacDonald.
She places a hand on your shoulder and since you didnât flinch, she squeezes. âYou did good getting her to surrender.â
There was a lot to unpack with what happened here. The enigma that you are just grew with what Prentiss learned tonight. It already started with the faraway look you had holding the restraints back at Arnoldâs office. This unsettling revelation amplified so many questions that Prentiss wanted to know about you.
âThanks,â you say, offering a forced half smile at her. âBetter than her getting shot, right?â
She drops her hand and nods. âYeah. Sheâll get the help she needs.â
At that you laugh shakily. âRemains to be seen, but yeah. Hope so.â You felt conflicted about knowing that MacDonald was going to live because you understood where Arnold was coming from. There was a reason you didnât share with Sandra that you personally rid yourself of your abuser. You would have lost the connection of trust built on shared trauma.
Prentiss watches you shambling off, unsettled with how your eyes had lost its luster. Seeing you sullen and devoid of your usual concealing humor was concerning.
Prentiss catches up with you after giving out last minute directives to secure the area until forensics arrive. Emergency lights flash brightly as officers were carrying out orders. Robles was here delegating tasks to where his people would contain the crime scene in and outside the building. You heard MacDonald moaning as the paramedics guided the gurney passed you to the ambulance. Whatever they had given him started to get the guy into some conscious awareness.
Rossi was waiting outside waiting for the two of you with a satisfied smile. âSorry Iâm late, but clearly you didnât need me.â
You had stopped off to the side of Prentiss with hands tucked into your vest, your attention on watching Arnold being put into the backseat of a squad car.
âWhitlock talked Arnold down.â Prentiss explains with a small nod your way.
âHow âbout that.â His smile grows and fights to catch your eyes. He raises a brow in question if he should push things, but Prentiss lightly shakes her head no. Getting the hint, he shifts gears. âShould we pull an all-nighter to tie things up on our end?â
âMight as well. Iâd like to get the hell outta here. How about you?â She looks at you still staring off. âWhitlock?â
You didnât acknowledge her, and Prentiss calls out your first name. That jars your attention as this was the first time you heard her say it. âYeah?â
Rossi smiles patiently. He knew Whitlock was a seasoned officer but everyoneâs first case with the BAU had a track record of rattling an agent. âWeâre going to the station to get things squared away so we can hand it off to local PD. Sound good?â
You nod firmly with a tight smile. âDefinitely.â
âItâs unfortunate this caseâs a bust regarding Sicarius.â
âTrue. Maybe JJ and the others fared better.â Prentiss nods in agreement as both her and Rossi watch you wander off to the SUV.
âWhat happened in there that spooked her?â Rossi asks, moving closer to speak with Prentiss.
It didnât feel right to explain it so candidly what you had gone through. It was best that Rossi read what the official reports said that you and she would write up. Anything more just invites a difficult conversation that she knew you wouldnât be ready for. There was a burgeoning trust that had sparked between the two of you over drinks and she didnât want to fuck that up.
âI think she just needs some time.â She watches you climb into the driverâs seat. âLike we all do when shit happens.â
You were sitting alone on one of the four seaters close to the window as the pilot confirmed you were at a safe altitude to move around the cabin. Rossi was passed out on the couch and Prentiss had just gotten up to head to the back of the plane.
You barely noticed, too focused on the music playing in your earbuds as you debated how to answer the text from Brian.
Dad sent 0330: How are things going?
You got that at the station over an hour ago and made a note to answer once the BAU wrapped things up. You were grateful that Prentiss and Rossi took the lead on what was needed to secure the case and that their official reports would be completed midweek. You tried to make mental notes on these protocols but your mind was elsewhere. Once you all signed off on what was required onsite, you drove the team back to the hotel to pack up and then it was off to the airstrip. An officer met you there to take the loaned vehicle.
You barely said a word except what was necessary. You hardly smiled. There were no quips, and you offered non-committal, Iâm fines, when the two of them asked how you were. Prentiss was already piecing things further silently and was concerned. There was no way that a crime like this rattled you like Rossi had presumed. She knew you had seen far worse, and she can imagine in great detail what those situations were, having lived through many herself. You just hadnât anticipated old wounds being ripped open with memories of darker times in your life to surface that made you feel like that lost tween Brian had recruited.
A soft thunk on the table startles you and you see Prentiss taking a seat across from you. There were two tumblers of whiskey before the both of you.
You stop the music with a furrowed brow in silent question. Prentiss explains gently. âRough day. Thought you could use one.â
âUh, yeah.â You take the glass to swirl the liquid around. âThough, isnât it a bit early to drink?â
She shrugs. âNot in our line of work.â
You bring the glass up to your lips with a cleansing breath and figured, why not? You note the smell of whiskey and ⌠âDid you just make me a Jack and Diet Coke?â
Prentissâ head tilts slightly to the side, pleased you noticed. âI did.â
You raise your glass and give her your first genuine smile since talking Arnold down. âThanks. Really.â
You both take a well-deserved drink and close your eyes at the warm burn that moves down your throat before radiating towards the rest of your body. You didnât immediately relax, but the thoughtful gesture helps to provide focus. Enough so you found the strength to really look at Prentiss. Youâve seen enough as her brown eyes narrow in concentration, working on how to broach the unspoken but known.
You quickly lick your lips and set down the glass in a rush. âDonât.â
Prentiss cautiously questions your reaction. âDonât what?â
âLook at me like that. With pity.â You curl a hand into a fist to stop it from visibly shaking, but you watch in dismay that Prentiss already spots it.
She remains resolute in maintaining a steady eye contact once she has yours and emits a level of comfort and understanding. âItâs not pity. Itâs understanding âŚâ
Your felt your stomach sink, your chest tighten as a breath of surprise escapes without permission. You attempt to recover by clearing your throat and ask with hesitation. âUm. Really?â
That was a such a fucking dumb response to a monumental admission. Prentiss took the need for affirmation in stride. âReally.â
You pinch your brows and swallow hard, your lips trembling ever so slightly. âWell âŚthat really fucking sucks.â
Prentiss chuckles bitterly. âAinât that the truth.â She opens a compartment under the table and pulls out a deck of cards. Tapping the case on the table, skilled fingers open the lid to remove the cards and starts shuffling. The methodical way she splits the deck and layers it back together with a rippling noise was comforting to you. âDid you wanna talk about it?â
You shrug still watching slender fingers be in complete control of the cards. âDo you really need to ask?â
âWell, itâs usually polite.â Her face scrunches up coyly.
You half snort and appreciate what sheâs attempting to do. You finally look up at her. âWhatâre we playing?â
âAnything you want. Gin, poker, cribbageâŚ?â
âWell, Rossiâs sleeping.â You sit up just enough to confirm he still was and sit back down. You thoughtfully rub your cheek as Prentiss finishes shuffling. Her compassion had truly touched you and even though your emotions were not fully boxed up as tightly you liked, you decided to say fuck it and have some fun. You waggle your brows, showing Prentiss you were feeling a little better. âThereâs always strip poker.â
Prentiss cackles and you shush her, waving your hand to lower her voice. She starts dealing for a five-card draw. âThereâs the Whitlock I know.â
You take each card that comes your way to sort them in your hand after rolling your eyes. âFigure you were missing her. I know you just love my antics.â
She wouldnât admit it just yet, but she was. She fans the cards in her hand and studies them. âPossibly.â
You fall into companionable silence taking turns picking up cards, sipping your drinks, and showing your hands. You play several rounds and the two of you end up being even for wins and losses.
It was your turn to shuffle and you off-handedly ask a question thatâs been on your mind. âDid they get the guy that hurt you?â
The two of you gaze intently as she slides her cards over. âYes.â
You set the deck between you and reach for your glass. âIs he dead?â
The answer is immediate. âYes.â
You take a healthy swallow as you debate on asking your next question. You slide your tongue along the front and back of your top teeth and find the courage to ask. âDid you kill him?â
She shakes her head no. âSomeone else pulled the trigger.â
You lean back, shoulders slumping forward as the small similarities that could exist between two survivors ends. You fiddle with the cards, forcing them to ripple against the table as Prentiss waits you out calmly.
âI pulled the trigger,â you confess quietly. âI didnât have to do it. But I wanted to. So ⌠I did.â
 With no response from Prentiss, you dare to look up but see no judgement, just an attentive listener that sought whatever you wanted to reveal.
 âItâs partially why I was recruited.â That admission caught both of you by surprise and you try to backpedal. âI ⌠fuck. I shouldnât have said that.â You roughly sit up and lean over the table to get your cards in order. Youâre such a fucking idiot!
âHey, itâs alright,â she says gently. âI wonât say anything.â She could tell you werenât convinced by how your eyes darkened with fear. She reaches out to lightly touch your arm and was glad you didnât pull away. The warmth of her fingers soothed the fast-paced beating of your heart for fucking up again. Though this one was far worse than letting slip up about the AWOL matter. You really should have cut Rebecca off when she mentioned it and not join in the frivolity.
She takes a chance and squeezes your arm. âPromise. Itâs like you keeping the sleepovers in my office a secret.â
Prentiss�� cheeky remark made you smile. Then you chuckle. âOkay, to be fair? You sleeping on your office couch isnât a national secret.â
âWork with me here, Whitlock.â
âI am!â
You both share a smile and when Prentiss starts to pull away, you place your cards face up so you can cover her hand. She found it impossible to hide the astonishment at your gesture. âThanks, Emily.â
She pauses for the right words to say, further touched by using her first name. She softly says yours and simply adds. âYouâre welcome.â Then brown eyes look to the hand you gave up and tsks at you.
Youâre confused. Did you do something wrong? âWhat?â
âHoney, you gave up a pair of aces.â She gestures to the cards as you both finally untangle your hands.
âWell, fuck me, I did.â You chuckle and pull out your phone after sliding the cards to Prentiss. âHere, get us started. Just gotta check in with Brian.â You point an accusing finger at the section chief. âAnd you especially canât tell him anything about this conversation.â
She scrunches her face playfully. âWhat conversation?â
You grin brightly. âExactly.â And then finally type up a simple response to Brian.
Whitlock sent 0527: Going very well.
Chapter 9
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#criminal minds#emily prentiss#criminal minds evolution#emily prentiss x reader#emily prentiss x you#emily prentiss x female reader#prometheus#emily x you#emily x reader#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fanfiction#criminal minds x you#emily prentiss fanfiction
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would you ever do a gotham [pre-riddler] ed nygma x a gn reader oneshot?? like the readers an assistant M.E. to dr. thompkins and they let ed come and help them examine bodies or something like that idk
btw i love ur fics ur writing styles rlly nice <333âźď¸
Gotham! Edward Nygma Befriending gn! M.E. assistant! reader
tw: mentions of death and dead bodies.
a/n: ok, so my requests aren't open but since I'm in a riddler mood I decided to write this anyways lol. Also, ik you said one shot but headcanons worked out better for me. I'm glad you like my fics sm! This can be seen as platonic or romantic
wc: 0.4k
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âĽWhen you were first hired as an assistant M.E., you hadnât expected to stumble upon the forensic scientist examining the body you were supposed to. It was your first assignment on your own, given to you by Dr. Leslie Thompkins. He stood there, hands inside the body, his hair slightly falling into his face. You werenât sure how to proceed as you both just stared at each other awkwardly.Â
âĽThatâs how you met Edward Nygma. The lovely dork of the precinct. He was surprised when you didnât raise your voice. You didnât give him a dirty look and you didnât ask him to leave. No, in fact, he couldnât believe his ears when you asked him to help. It was your first time being unsupervised after all, so it was comforting that someone who also seemed knowledgeable in your field was there.Â
âĽWhat you thought was a one time thing ended up happening more often than you thought. Ed would join you, help you inspect the body, then take anything he needed to analyze as the forensic scientist. It became routine. The times he wasnât there felt off, though he did have his own job to do. You enjoyed his presence. Being surrounded by death on the daily, his odd mannerisms and riddles brought some life into the environment.Â
âĽThe first time Dr. Thompkins, or Lee as she insisted, walked in on you two hovering over a body, she wasnât surprised in the slightest. She didnât even pause to process. Why would she? She had put two and two together forever ago. At first you were mortified. It was your duty to make sure policies and protocols were being followed so that any evidence found couldnât be thrown out. You and Ed were definitely breaking protocol. He wasnât trained after all.
âĽShe just continued on like it was the norm. In fact, it was the norm. Ed had been doing this since before she was hired after all. Best to just let him. He knew what he was doing after all. It got to the point that if anyone needed Ed, theyâd just go to the M.E. lab. He was there 9/10 times after all.
âĽIt didnât help that Ed found himself liking your presence. You never judged him, you werenât afraid to ask him for help, and most of all, you didnât push him away for his âunusualâ mannerisms. You genuinely tried to answer his riddles. You never got short with him, and if you couldnât handle them you would tell him upfront. He thought of you as his safe space. Before, the M.E. lab was a safe space solely due to the bodies being like riddles. He found solace in trying to piece together the puzzle of how and why someone was killed. Now, you were a part of that.
#riddler x reader#edward nygma x reader#the riddler x reader#gotham x reader#edward nigma x reader#riddler#gotham#edward nygma#edward nigma#the riddler#x reader
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Sabine & Ahsoka Modern AU: Detective Wren and Medical Examiner Tano
....an extension of this gif-set, heh. More below the cut:
Thanks to @femmefighter & @halepo for their help with fleshing out this AU! Here's hoping we can actually make a fic of this <3.
TANO M.E., featuring:
-Detective Sabine Wren (new to town with something to prove) -Doctor Ahsoka Tano, Medical Examiner (...but has she ALWAYS been an M.E.??) -Shin Hati, Dr. Tano's assistant (who mostly sits in the dark & hardly talks) -Captain Kyrze (notorious ex-womaniser who has recently married a wife no-one has ever met)


my art on: tumblr / instagram
#sabine wren#ahsoka tano#ahsoka#sokabine#star wars fanart#sokabine modern au#shin hati#my art#first attempt at full rendering....#fun times#my art: star wars
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I like how the intro for the Knuckles series is animated.


I also like the choice of theme song, I would have liked if it was Unknown to M.E. but The Warrior by Scandal was a good decision.
I also can't help but think this part is a reference to that old promotional art of Sonic's band (with Vector).
#knuckles the echidna#knuckles series#wade whipple#sonic the hedgehog#miles tails prower#sega#paramount+#tv intro#angel island#master emerald#promotional art#vector the crocodile
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