#Sam Seda

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Roque Planas at HuffPost:

Immigration and Customs Enforcement arrests surged the week after President Donald Trump took office, with arrests Sunday totaling nearly 1,000 in a coordinated operation with other federal law enforcement agencies. The highly publicized spike in ICE arrests marks the beginning of Trump’s efforts to create a deportation machine of unprecedented magnitude in the modern era, and a profound shift from his predecessor’s more lenient approach toward deportations from the interior.

White House Border Czar Tom Homan oversaw operations personally in Chicago, accompanied by celebrity talk show psychologist Dr. Phil McGraw, who interviewed an arrested Thai migrant he identified as Sam Seda. Homan said that Seda was convicted of sex crimes involving children. HuffPost could not immediately confirm what charges the man had faced, and ICE did not immediately respond to a request for details about his case. A tired-looking McGraw slowly questioned the man about his history and place of birth, with long pauses between questions. The man said his mother was a citizen and that he was born in Thailand. When McGraw asked what he had been charged with, the man said he wanted to speak with his lawyer.

“You’re Dr. Phil?” the man asked at one point. “I’ve seen ‘Dr. Phil’ on TV.” The coordinated series of arrests, carried out with assistance from the FBI, the Drug Enforcement Administration, the U.S. Marshals Service and the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, targeted people accused of serious crimes, according to ICE, which throughout the week posted a series of profiles of arrestees and their convictions or charges to its X account. ICE noted Sunday that it targeted Chicago specifically. Other ICE operations also targeted Atlanta, Puerto Rico, Colorado and Austin, Texas, according to CNN. Homan has repeatedly criticized Democratic-led cities and states like those targeted for attempting to limit cooperation with federal immigration enforcement.

[...] One of the major reasons why such a wide gulf separates the two presidents’ interior deportation figures is that Biden generally followed prosecutorial discretion guidelines that prioritized deporting people who presented a national security risk, those with serious criminal records and those who had a history of prior immigration offenses. Prosecutorial discretion was responsible for reducing interior removals from a peak of 871,901 under Barack Obama’s first term to 370,585 in his second.

Trump did away with prosecutorial discretion during his first term, however, leading interior removals to creep back up again until the COVID-19 pandemic slowed them down. Trump did away with prosecutorial discretion policies again last week shortly after taking office.

In recent days, 47’s cruel broad-scale mass deportations policy have officially have begun. The disgraceful ICE raids have also targeted innocent migrants who have obeyed laws and were productive members of society.

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La Brea's "Don't Look Up" Buries the Lead

Tuesday’s episode started off strong, gave us a lot of action, a lot of drama, but left me feeling jilted. We begin in 2021 and oddly I had forgotten all about Ty, but we’re quickly reacquainted as the poor guy sits in a restaurant lamenting his situation to a bartender (Shawnee Jones) – in code of course. She gives him a little advice and wouldn’t you know, he takes it! Cut to 10K B.C. where…

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Neutralised (1994) [3/?]: My Version of The Shared Universe

For those of you unfamiliar with 'Chicago Hope', it was actually set in a shared universe. Also, 'Suspiciously Similar' characters will be involved (Due to actors playing multiple roles). This is my take on that:

Shows:

Chicago Hope

Homicide: Life on the Street

Law & Order

Neutralised

Oz

Picket Fences

characters (I'm not listing anyone who was in 20 episodes or less) under the cut. Also technically these are not all the characters as I'm still writing stuff.

Chicago Hope - Characters (& Actors):

Doctor Aaron Shutt (Adam Arkin)

Doctor Phillip Watters (Hector Elizondo)

Doctor William 'Billy' Kronk (Peter Berg)

Doctor Dennis Hancock (Vlondie Curtis-Hall)

Doctor Diane Grad (Jayne Brook)

Doctor Keith Wilkes (Rocky Carroll)

Doctor Jack McNeil (Mark Harmon)

Doctor Daniel Nyland (Thomas Gibson)

Doctor Jeffrey Geiger (Mandy Patinkin)

Nurse Camille Shutt (Roxanne Hart)

Doctor Lisa Catera (Stacy Edwards)

Alan Birch (Peter MacNicol)

Doctor Joseph Cacaci (Bob Bancroft)

Doctor Robert Yeats (Eric Stoltz)

Doctor Gina Simon (Carla Gugino)

Doctor Jeremy Hanlon (Lauren Holly)

Doctor Francesca Alberghetti (Barbara Hershey)

Homicide: Life on the Street - Characters (& Actors)

Detective John Munch (Richard Belzer)

Detective Meldrick Lewis (Clark Johnson)

Lieutenant Alphonse Giardello (Yaphet Kotto)

Detective Tim Bayliss (Kyle Secor)

Detective Frank Pembleton (Andre Braugher)

Detective / Sergeant Kay Howard (Melissa Leo)

Detective Mike Kellerman (Reed Diamond)

Officer/Detective/Lieutenant Stuart Gharty (Peter Gerety)

Detective Paul Falsone (Jon Seda)

Lieutenant/Captain/Detective Megan Russert (Isabella Hofman)

Detective Laura Ballard (Callie Thorne)

Detective Terri Stivers (Toni Lewis)

Captain/Colonel George Barnfather (Clayton LeBouef)

ASA Ed Danvers (Željko Ivanek)

J.H.Brodie (Max Perlich)

Detective Beau Felton (Daniel Baldwin)

Detective Stanley Bolander (Ned Beatty)

Dr Julianna Cox (Michelle Forbes)

FBT Agent/Officer Mike Giardello (Giancario Esposito)

Detective Rene Sheppard (Michael Michele)

Dr. Alyssa Dyer (Harlee McBride)

Detective/Captain Roger Gaffney (Walt MacPherson)

Law & Order - Characters (& Actors)

Sergeant Maxwell Greevey (George Dzundza)

Junior Detective Michael Logan (Chris Noth)

Captain Donald Cragen (Dann Florek)

Exex ADA Benjamin Stone (Michael Moriarty)

ADA Paul Robinette (Richard Brooks)

DA Adam Schiff (Steven Hill)

Sergeant Philip Cerreta (Paul Sorvino)

Dr Elizabeth Olivet (Carolyn McCormic)

Senior Detective Leonard W Briscoe (Jerry Orbach)

Lieutenant Anita Van Buren (S. Epatha Merkerson)

ADA Claire Kincaid (Jill Hennessy)

Exec ADA/DA John McCoy (Sam Waterston)

Junior Detective Reynaldo Curtis (Benjamin Bratt)

ADA Jamie Ross (Carey Lowell)

ADA Abigail Carmichael (Angie Harmon)

Junior/Senior Detective Edward Green (Jesse L. Martin)

Interim DA Nora Lewin (Dianne Wiest)

ADA Serena Southerlyn (Elisabeth Röhm)

DA Arthur Branch (Fred Thompson)

Neutralised - Characters (& Actors)

Abraham Machado (Alfred Molina)

Andreina Neri (Robin Wright)

Caleb Willow (Cary Elwes)

Dove Lewis (Alfre Woodard)

Esmé Verity (Janaeane Garofalo)

Faustus Sanchez (Hank Azaria)

Grayson Bryant (Harold Perrineau)

Hunter Kingsley (Chris Farley)

Ichabod Mortimer (Danny DeVito)

Jared Foster (Kirk Acevedo)

Kane Carter (Philip Seymour Hoffman)

Lance Carter (John Goodman)

Monday Duke (Patricia Arquette)

Noam Gold (Oliver Platt)

Omega Finch (Willem Dafoe)

Peyton Blythe (Regina King)

Russel Warszawski (Adam Sandler)

Sullivan Landon (Christopher Lloyd)

Tuesday Duke (Reese Witherspoon)

Victor Jamison (Mike Myers)

Winslow Warszawski (Brad Garrett)

Xavier Solomon (David Spade)

Yancy Haggard (Kiefer Sutherland)

Zoey Knight (Geena Davis)

OZ - Characters (& Actors)

Augustus Hill (Harold Perrineau)

Tobias Beecher (Lee Tergesen)

Ryan O'Reily (Dean Winters)

Kareem Saïd / Goodson Truman (Eamonn Walker)

Miguel Alvarez (Kirk Acevedo)

Vernon Schillinger (J.K. Simmons)

Simon Adebisi (Adewale Akinnuoye-Agbaje)

Christopher Keller (Christopher Meloni)

Zahir Arif (Granville Adams)

Hamid Khan (Ernie Hudson Jr.)

Nacim Bismilla (Re Hanna)

Huseni Mershah / James Monroe Madison (Roger Guenvuer Smith)

Leroy Tidd / Salah Udeen (Jacues Smith)

Jefferson Keane (Leon)

Kenny Wangler (J.D. Williams)

Arnold 'Poet' Jackson (muMs the Schemer)

Paul Markstrom (O.L. Duke)

Junior Pierce (Malé-Lexington Alexander)

Malcolm 'Snake' Coyle (Treach)

Johnny Post (Tim McAdams)

James Robson (R.E. Rodgers)

Mark Mack (Leif Riddell)

Jaz Hoyt (Evan Seinfeld)

Scott Ross (Stephen Gevedon)

Andrew Schillinger (Frederick Koehler)

Nino Schibetta (Tony Schibetta)

Peter Schibetta (Eddie Malavarca)

Antonio Nappa (Mark Margolis)

Chucky Pancamo (Chuck Zito)

Dino Ortolani (Jon Seda)

Don Zanghi (John Palumbo)

Joey D'Angelo (Goodfella Mike G)

Mario Seggio (Todd Etelson)

Salvatore DeSanto (Phil Campanella)

Raoul 'El Cid' Hernandez (Luis Guzman)

Carmen 'Chico' Guerra (Otto Sanchez)

Carlos Martinez (Carlos Leon)

Carlo Ricardo (Juan Carlos Hernandez)

Cyril O'Reily (Scott William Winters)

Rev. Jeremiah Cloutier (Luke Perry)

Timmy Kirk (Sean Dugan)

Alonzo Torquemada (Bobby Cannavale)

Richie Hanlon (Jordan Lage)

Shirley Bellinger (Kathryn Erbe)

Bob Rebadow (George Morfogen)

Agamemnin Busmalis (Tom Mardirosian)

Donald Groves (Sean Whitesell)

Jackson Vahue (Rick Fox)

Desmond Mobay / John Basil (Lance Reddick)

Richard L'Italien (Eric Roberts)

Nikolai Stanislofsky (Phillip Casnoff)

William Giles (Austin Pendleton)

Henry Stanton (Thomas G. Waites)

Colonel Edward Galson (John Doman)

Eli Zabitz (David Johansen)

Kipekemie Jara (Zakes Mokae)

Dean Alvah Case (Charles S. Dutton)

Sean Murphy (Robert Clohessy)

Claire Howell (Kristin Rohde)

Diane Wittlesey (Edie Falco)

Clayton Hughes (Seth Gilliam)

Karl Metzger (Bill Fagerbakke)

Eddie Hunt (Murphy Guyer)

Lenny Burrano (Skipp Sudduth)

Father Ray Mukada (B.D Wong)

Doctor Gloria Nathan (Lauren Veldez)

Governor James Devlin (Željko Ivanek)

Martin Querns (Reg E. Cathey)

Doctor Frederick Garvey (Milo O'Shea)

Warden Leo Glynn (Ernie Hudson)

Tim McManus (Terry Kinney)

Sister Peter Marie Reimondo (Rita Moreno)

Picket Fences - Characters (& Actors)

Sheriff James 'Jimmy' Brock (Tom Skerritt)

Doctor Jill Brock (Kathy Baker)

Kimberly Brock (Holly Marie Combs)

Matthew Brock (Justin Shenkarow)

Zachary 'Zach' Brock (Adam Wylie)

Deputy Kenny Lacos (Costas Mandylor)

Deputy Maxine 'Max' Stewart (Lauren Holly)

Carter Pike (Kelly Connell)

Ginny Weedon (Zelda Rubinstein)

Douglas Wambaugh (Fyvush Finkel)

Judge Henry Bone (Ray Walston)

DA John Littleton (Don Cheadle)

DA Barnaby Wood (Peter Frechette)

ADA Petrovic (Jason Beghe)

Father Gary Barrett (Roy Dotrice)

Laurie Bey (Marlee Matlin)

Howard Buss (Robert Cornthwaite)

Doctor Joanna 'Joey' Diamond (Amy Aquino)

Lisa Fenn (Alexandra Lee)

Frank (David Proval)

Rachel Harris (Leigh Taylor-Young)

Ed Lawson (Richard Masur)

Peter Lebeck (Michael Jeter)

Milton Lebeck (Chris Owen)

Reverend Henry Novotny (Dabbs Greer)

Principal Michael Oslo (Roy Brocksmith)

Cynthia Parks (Elisabeth Moss)

Bill Pugen (Michael Keenan)

Lydia Brock (Cristine Rose)

Aiesha Campbell (Bruklin Harris)

Brian Latham (Gregory Vignolle)

Agent Donald Morrell (Sam Anderson)

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Dame fuego…

“Play it again, Sam” decía un melancólico Humphrey Bogart con su eterna colilla pendiendo del labio; mientras Greta Garbo, esculpida en seda, largaba el humo en la noche con su implacable sensualidad.   Pocos productos han causado tanto revuelo y convocado tantas regulaciones sanitarias como el tabaco. Esa droga permitida que se vincula al espejismo de autonomía y que hace de la adicción lo…

[varado]

Insomniac

Decidí que la mayor parte mi tiempo sería para quien me diera paz y alegría. La ruta de la seda de este siglo está hecha con cables submarinos. Occidente ha invertido en África diez veces menos que China. La deuda del tío Sam engorda sin control. La educación es una forma blanda de poder. La seguridad nacional de los USA consiste en tomar lo que quieren sin pedir permiso. China será el…

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Ja tunne on sitt sest ma palusin teist lahendit, sain selle ja siis ei taha minna. Nagu mis mul viga on. Aga sunniviisiliselr ka pole vaja.

Miks ms ei taha

Vähe raha

Pole väljakutsuv töö intellektuaalselt

Ma vist olen naiivne piff hetkel, ei taha midagi teha.

Leian põhjuseid miks mitte. Et ma ei saanud itga hakkama? Mul on vist veel soovi tõestada. Et saan. Maitea.

Ma isegi ei tea miks ma nii vastumrrlne olen aga ma tean et see on läinud liiga kaugele.

Miks ma kahtlen? Ma kirjutasin eitava kirja valmis. Vaatasin tööpakkumisi leidsin sam palgaga it tööd. See on nüüd sinu enese hindamise küsimus, kas hoolimata sellest mis turul on, oled sa valmis minema alla 3k eest tööle? Kuhu me jõuame nii. Ka sinna eestisse kes ütleb et raha pole palju. Keegi ei keela sul jätkata intekatel käimist.

Qappi. Ma olen katki. Ma tahan? Aga ei suuda.

Tere, xiin

Pean teatama, et täna ma kahjuks ei saa tulla. Mu enesetunne ei ole seal kus võiks.

Tööpakkumise võtan vastu. :)

Parimat,

Valetaja.

Ja mõtlesin et 15minga otsustan ja saadan ��ra ja alaseljavalu ronis ülaselga ka. Miks on otsustamises kindel olemine nii kuradi raske? Mu otsuse tagajärjel ma kipun end nüpeldama, kas teised teevad ka seda?

Mõtted aga mida muud ma teen ei lähe arvesse. Seal on kindlasti plusse aga seal on miinuseid mis panevad su selja valutama. Kas see on seda väärt?

Mida ma teen? Ma lükkan edasi. Ma ei taha öelda ei. Ma kardan eksida. Kardan tagajärgi, äkki ei leia paremat, leian halvema asja, äkki pole nii halb, on parem, äkkiäkkiäkki ma tahan puhata. Päriselt. Otsin asendustegevusi.

3400, 3800, 4300, 2900 - see ei sobi valemisse. Edasi on 4900. Päriselt.

Mis oleks tore

Üqlemiste

Inimesed

Esinemine

Saab inglise keelt harjutada

Okei, mine. Aga mis su plaan on. Kunas sa edasi liigud.

Ma lähen varsti oksele. Asi polegi nii väga selles töös või mitte selles töös kui selles et ma ei suuda ära otsustada. Ma otsustasin siiani et jah - vaata kuhu see mind toonud on. Ma ei julge kõnesid vastu võtta, emaili vaadata. Ärevus sööb selja ära. Masendus võtab võimust. PALUN ütle eos 50-60 asjadele ei... aga kui neist on tulnud ka ok asjad välja.

Mida sa tahad. See hääl on vaikne, ma tean. Tahan erasse. Tõesti koodi treida vms. Ei taha. Tahan . Ei taha. Ma ei saa aru. Mu tahe muutub vastavalt olukorrale ja ma ei taha veel Triinule ära öelda. Siis ütle et sa täna ei tule. Miks ma täna ei tule? Sest see tundub igav. Ja siis sa tahad minna tööle sinna. .... aaaah.

Mulle tundub et mulle meeldib selles kohas olla.

Aga ütle siis et sa ei tule täna, aga tööpakkumise võtad vastu. Sa ei saa enam rohkem venitada. Ma ei luba sul. Teistega rääkimine ei aita. Sa paned vastutuse teistele, nagu Anugi ütles. Ma, kui ma mõtlen et ma lähen, siis ma tunnen et ma ei suuda jääda rahusse. Vastan et võtan vastu. Ei võta ju! Piinlik ja valus on öelda ei aga türa kui kaua sa istud selle sita sees. Võta need kaotused ja liigu edasi. Vau. See ongi see. Need kaotused emotsionaalselt ja ajaliselt vastu võtta ja edasi liikuda. Jah teised inimesed, Andrro ja madis on seotud aga so what. Ma elan enda elu mitte nende oma. Ma mõtlen et ma võin seda lühiajaliselt teha aga mis kasu sellest on kui nad ka tahaks pikemat aega... ma võin teha plaani et kuni kevadeni ja siis on subibja siis võtame parema töö aga siis ma olen aasta olnud eemal it asjadest ja siis on keerulisem. Ma tahaks maa alla vajuda oma otsustega.

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Moja pesma, ko ne zna ja pišem pesme i priče, imam objavljenu zbirku To malo proleće.

Paravan Najlepših želja

U sredini sobe fotelja

U fotelji On

Ispred paravan

Oko paravana lampe

Iza paravana Najlepša želja

U maloj crnoj haljini do kolena

Za mene igra, svetla senu bacaju, nju osvetljavaju.

Silueta tela za mene se oblači i svlači, grudi 3 jaka i miris Šanela 5.

U desnoj mi ruci Džek, u levoj Kohiba, na meni crno odelo, u krilu crno mače njeno drema. Pohotna i strasna, željna sexa i bola, mene i čokolada. Naga i bleda, riđokosa i snena, od viskija i koke omamljena, na sve 4 mi prilazi, mače ljubi i sklanja, u krilo seda, viski moj pije

Dim od kohibe u lice duva. Košulju mi kida i kaiš skida, oko vrata mi vezuje i u si*e lice unosi. Smeje se i divlja, na grudi mi beo prah baca, sa mene lajne vuče, viskijem poliva. Gledam je u oči i sve joj dopuštam, na ki*u se ustremila, celu progutala. Luduje i uživa, takva mi treba, takvu sam stvorio, remek-delo godinama vajao. Ludačke orgazme pružao, u podrum memljiv i mračan zaključavao, finalni proizvod, ro*inju na sve spremnu dobio. Najlepša želja ime joj tajno, na podu ležimo, čokoladu iz usta uzimamo. Manijak i Najlepša želja postadosmo.

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Get Thee Behind Me, Assbutts (Traducción)

Capítulo 4: Wicked

Historia de @ladyknightskye

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Advertencia: referencia a homofobia.

Era perverso, las cosas que deseaba en sus sueños. 

Dean nunca había permitido que ese tipo de pensamientos le rondaran por la cabeza mientras estaba despierto. Su padre requería un hijo masculino, no uno que estuviera interesado en cosas como la cocina o el romance o llevar bragas de seda rosa. John Winchester no había sido un hombre abiertamente homofóbico, pero sus miradas cortantes y sus comentarios despectivos hacían el trabajo de un desdén abierto. John criaba soldados, hombres varoniles, no mariquitas de vientre amarillo. El "y definitivamente no homosexuales" se leía claramente entre líneas.

Por eso, esta fantasía era perversa. A John Winchester le disgustaría y perturbaría saber que su hijo mayor soñaba con ser sujetado por manos fuertes. Manos fuertes que le golpeaban las muñecas contra el suelo y luego recorrían sus brazos desnudos. Que unos labios suaves y agrietados amenazaban con besarle, pero se desviaban para acariciarle la mandíbula y luego bajaban hasta el cuello mientras él echaba la cabeza hacia atrás, extasiado. Que los dientes blancos y rectos se burlarían de la unión del hombro y el cuello. Dean abriría los ojos y se encontraría con unos ojos azules de pesados párpados.

Porque su sueño era perverso por más de una razón.

Sam podría haber sido el creyente, pero Dean no se había escapado de la cultura cristiana que impregnaba las carreteras por las que había crecido. "Jesús salva" en las cruces junto a la carretera, los predicadores gritando que estos eran los días de Sodoma y Gomorra, los letreros de las iglesias apuntando hacia la salvación. Y todas las veces que había pisado una iglesia con vidrieras, siempre había al menos una ventana que representaba a un ángel mirándole beatíficamente.

Esos ojos azules de pesados ​​párpados pertenecían a un ángel, pero la expresión de su rostro no era nada beatífica. Esos ojos también estaban hambrientos, hambrientos de una manera que Dean nunca los había visto en el mundo de vigilia. Ellos querían. Ellos lo querían a él. 

—Cas —susurró.

—Dean —respondió el ángel.

Cuando Dean vio a Castiel por primera vez, su voz grave fue una sorpresa. El tipo parecía un contable desaliñado vestido de traje y con una gabardina demasiado grande. Llevaba el pelo alborotado y descuidado, y tal vez ésa debería haber sido la primera pista de que el Ángel del Señor era más de lo que parecía. Cas era un rebelde según el corazón de Dean, sólo necesitaba unas pocas frases mordaces para tirarlo todo por la borda. Dean aún recordaba las palabras de Cas a Chuck, su desafío frente a Zachariah, su falta de respeto a Raphael. Había más en el ángel de lo que dejaba entrever al principio, y aquí, en su sueño, aquel pelo alborotado se debía a que las manos de Dean estaban aferradas a él, guiando aquellos labios carnosos justo hacia donde él quería.

Así que aquí estaba, pecando contra su Dios personal, John Winchester, al querer ser retenido y jodido por un hombre, y pecando contra Dios-Dios al querer ser sujetado y jodido por un ángel.

Y a él no le importa una mierda.

Los labios de Cas viajaron a su clavícula, presionando besos con la boca abierta en su piel. Dean sinti�� que las piernas enfundadas en pantalones sujetaban sus caderas y rozaban las bragas de seda rosa que llevaba puestas, porque a la mierda, si iba a fantasear, iba hasta el final, ¿verdad? Dean iba a dejar que Cas hiciera lo que quisiera, darle todo el poder, dejar que el ángel lo arrojara. Dios, era sexy cuando Cas mostraba su fuerza casual, tratando a Dean como si no fuera más que un gatito. Era tan-

Dean fue catapultado de su fantasía sexy por un cuerpo grande que se estrelló contra su costado con una fuerza magulladora. Apenas registró el grito de Sam antes de darse cuenta de que estaba enredado con Cas. Por un momento largo y tenso, pensó que los ojos muy abiertos de Cas eran para la erección muy obvia que se asomaba en su muslo, pero se dio cuenta de que Cas estaba mirando a Sam, sus ojos se entrecerraron lentamente mientras miraban a sus hermanos. Finalmente, Dean se obligó a escuchar lo que Sam estaba silbando.

—¡Imbéciles!

—¡Ah, vamos Sambo! —Gabriel dijo arrastrando las palabras desde donde estaba sentado al otro lado de Lucifer—, solo estábamos durmiendo.

El rostro de Sam estaba rojo brillante. 

—¿Los ángeles no necesitan dormir? 

—¿Nosotros no? —Gabriel respondió con un brillo en los ojos.

—¡Castiel no!

Lucifer se rió entre dientes. 

—Solo porque no lo necesitamos no significa que a veces no queremos. 

Sam aparentemente no pudo formular un argumento para eso.

—¡Pero no tenías que hacerlo aquí abajo!

—¿Así que se suponía que íbamos a compartir el sofá? —Lucifer preguntó uniformemente.

Sam levantó las manos y finalmente volvió la cabeza para mirar a Dean y Cas. 

—¡Oh, eh, lo siento! —dijo mientras se levantaba. Dean se sentó lentamente detrás de él, separándose cuidadosamente de Cas. Afortunadamente, la vigilia y la histeria de Sam se habían ocupado de su madera matutina.

—Necesito café —murmuró Sam, entrando en la cocina de Bobby.

—¿Café? —preguntó Lucifer, con la cabeza ladeada.

Gabriel le miró con el ceño fruncido. 

—No está mal. Agregue suficiente crema y azúcar y es realmente bueno.

Lucifer arqueó una ceja. 

—Lo intentaré primero, si no te importa. No he olvidado la atrocidad que cometiste en las papilas gustativas de mi recipiente con ese infernal ‘té helado sureño’.

—Solo porque te gustan tus bebidas tan amargas como tu alma-

—Gabriel, incluso yo te conozco lo suficiente como para esperar que hayas agregado el doble de la cantidad recomendada de azúcar a algo ya endulzado —dijo Cas con expresión inexpresiva.

Gabriel le sacó la lengua a su hermano menor. 

—¿Que tuviste una buena noche, Cassie? —Había un brillo en sus ojos que era todo el Tramposo. Dean se preguntó cuánto de eso había sido un personaje y cuánto era simplemente la personalidad por defecto de Gabriel.

Dean vio como el rostro de Cas se sonrojaba. Él estaba sonrojado. 

—Eres... un imbécil.

Gabriel estalló en carcajadas, y Dean encontró una pequeña sonrisa cruzándose en sus labios. 

—¿Imbécil?

Cas lo miró y sacudió la cabeza antes de ponerse de pie. Dean lo vio alejarse, antes de que finalmente se levantara. Estuvo distraído por el resto de la mañana, sus pensamientos continuaron volviendo al sueño que había tenido. Ni siquiera Jo y su cámara pudieron sacarlo por completo, al menos no hasta que ella logró moverse a su lado y mostrarle la foto.

—¡Mira Dean! ¿No es adorable Sam? 

Dean miró la pantalla y, de hecho, se rió. Sam estaba acurrucado con Lucifer y sintió un destello de nostalgia. 

—Él solía hacerme eso cuando éramos pequeños.

Los ojos de Jo se suavizaron, y detrás de ellos el rubor de Sam comenzó a desvanecerse. 

—Apuesto a que era un niño lindo —dijo Lucifer con su voz suave.

—Sí, lo era —murmuró Dean, tomando un sorbo de su café. Se miró a sí mismo ya Cas, comprobando apenas la necesidad de atragantarse. Mientras dormía, se había envuelto en el ángel como un pulpo, pero lo que realmente lo golpeó fue lo mucho que parecía Cas… tolerarlo. Porque era imposible que el ángel quisiera que Dean se aferrara a él con tanta fuerza.

¿Verdad?

Esta es una traducción autorizada. Recuerden apoyar la historia original.

Divisores de  cafekitsune

[magicalgirllove92]

The show called LA Brea. The synopsis was an sinkhole that swallow up Los Angeles sending strangers including an mother and son back in to prehistoric times. Left alone is an very scared teenage daughter who lost her leg due to scary accident is disabled with mechanical leg is in dire need of an assistance by her father who suffered from psychic hallucinations due to drinking and an troubled past who is unlikely to solve a mystery with his best friend. Unfortunately, after the family is reunited, the narcissistic wife Eve Harris played by FX's critical acclaimed hit neo-western action drama Justified actress Natalie Zea is sleeping with her former husband Gavin played by BBC's Merlin 2008 actor Eoin Mackin's best friend the evilish betrayer Captain Levi Delgado played by The Princess and the Barrio Boy actor Nicholas Gonzalez. Still unfortunately, the group includes 3 kids played by TikToker Jack Martin, disabled model Zyra Gorecki and young actress Veronica St. Clair who has an career downgraded era from Golden Globe-winning miniseries Unbelievable to terrible Jurassic Park saga ripoff struggles to go back to their own time because of arguing like immature teenagers, being slaves by The Others ripoff, Exiles led by the late Jason Momora wannabe Tamaart, getting run-in with disastrous situations including poorly rendered CGI prehistoric animals and dinosaurs and mysterious evil woman and James Harris played by Australia's longest running soap Neighbours actor Jonno Roberts' personal minion named Kiera played by the actual good actress Simone McAcully. In the worst twist during season 2, the sinkhole that sending The Harris Family, Levi, Riley, her dad Dr. Sam Medez played by Selena and Bad Boys 2 actor Jon Seda and their friends to prehistoric times were responsibled by the evil group The Lazarus Project from 2076 who are working to find the way to deal with their time period's depleted resources as well as how to master the de-extinction. The Lazarus Project is headed by James and Kiera with the assistance by Tamaart and "the liar" Aaron. Unfortunately, the ratings of season 1 was the best, even the best written comedies Abbott Elementary and Ghosts USA is getting clobbered by Twilight Saga and Riverdale meets Jurassic Park movies soap opera by the season's end. However, during last year's Halloween week, 2nd season of La Brea was brutally beaten by an much better written teen drama All American from The CW and The Simpsons: Treehouse of Horror XXXIII with 2 hit segments the Death Note anime parody Death Tome and WestWorld parody SimpsonsWorld with Jon Roberts as Linda Belcher from Bob's Burgers makes a cameo towards the end of the segment and the episode. This could send LA Brea fans to panic while its haters is satisfied, not even the show is safe from YouTube podcast video and the entertaintment reviews for "problematic, Jurassic Park and Days in Our Lives ripoff, an actual toxic "woke", sending a wrong messages to teenagers and sending Latino people and people dealing with anxiety issues into stereotypes." Thankfully, the show was delayed until next year, fell victim to current WGA writer's strike despite they're still filming "the final season" in Australia. If the the final season comes within the first weeks of January, don't watch or watch in case of curiosity or cringe. This is why NBC's infamously Jurassic World/Lost Mashup ripoff telenovela LA Brea is an very bad show. Next time, I'm tackle the hunks of Jurassic Park movies and it's called Jurassic Heartthrobs.

[itsstrange]

Girl With a Badge

Chapter 2: The New Recruit

Fandom: Chicago PD

Relationship: Antonio Dawson x Adeline James (OFC)

A/N: Like promised, here’s another update to this series!! Hope y’all enjoyed this chapter!! More to Come!!

Chapter Summary: It’s the first day at Addie’s new job. Things get rather interesting for her first day, but Addie didn’t think it’d get that interesting.

Word Count: 7.9K

Warnings: Violence, Gun Violence, mentions of death

Chapter 1: Home Sweet Home

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Monday

5:05 am

A thundering crashing sound coming from downstairs jolts Addie from her sleep, quickly jumping from bed she grabs her Beretta M9 from its holster that safely laid on the ground near her bedside table. She quietly, but quickly makes her way out of her room. The small hallway was dark, quiet, and her moms door was shut, so she slowly walks over to the staircase. Bare feet walking down the wooded floor, she curses mentally when it groans from her weight, but still manages to keep it quiet. However, as she was itching closer to the stairs, hushed voices can be heard every so often, causing Addie to switch the safety on her gun and resting her finger near the trigger, just in case.

She’s been in way too many shootings to know it’s always better to have your gun ready for anything.

As she reaches the stairs, down at the bottom we’re two black figures, it was hard for Addie to distinguish who they were in the dark, only the little porch light peaking throughout the door was her source of light, but it hardly brightened the first step of the stairs and there was no way she’d be able to see who it was. However, she didn’t need the light to figure it out, as she stood at the top of the stairs the voices hushing at each other allowed her to recognize who it was who had woken her up in the middle of the night.

And boy how she wished it was two intruders.

From where she stood she knew the figure standing and crouching on the floor was her mother, she knew because her caramel hair would sometimes be visible through the porch light every so often and her hushing voice was very familiar. Now the figure on the floor had to be the one and only Ronald MacFord, who else would be stumbling through the door at five in the morning completely wasted and mumbling informalities at her mother, who by the way is doing her best to pick him off the floor.

Switching her gun to safety, Addie remains standing at the top of the stairs as she watches them two with annoyance and disappointment right before quietly slipping away to her room. It wasn’t her problem, it’ll never be her problem besides her mothers. She wants to live that way, she can deal with it.

As Addie slips back into her room she glances over to the clock on the bedside table and let’s out another annoyed sigh when she reads the time and knows for a fact she won’t be able to go back to sleep. Tossing her gun on her bed, she walks over to her duffle bag that’s still unpacked and

still on the floor. Grabbing fresh clothes, she heads out to the restroom, that’s thankfully unoccupied. She didn’t know if her mother has made it to her room and she honestly didn’t care, she just wanted to shower as quick as possible so she can get out and get on with the day.

By the time it hit 5:30, Addie was already walking out of the restroom with a charcoal grey hoodie, black jeans and some black combat boots on her feet. Going into her room she gets the rest of her stuff ready for work, grabs her holster, gun, Aviators, keys, duffle bag, shrugs on her leather jacket, and finally heads down the stairs. Turning the corner she stops in her tracks when she sees the deadbeat boyfriend passed out on the couch with a very a visible cut on his upper cheek. Typical.

“You’re leaving? Already?” She hears her mother whispering from the kitchen where she was soaking a towel,

Yeah no thanks to your shithead boyfriend, “Yeah, New York is an hour ahead, it’s basically six o’clock over there, guess my body hasn’t adapted to the time down here,” She says instead as she walks towards the kitchen,

Her mother hums, placing the soaked towel to the side and dries her hands on her pajamas, “Well, let me cook you some breakfast,”

Addie shakes her head, “No it’s fine. I’ll just stop by at the deli,”

“Troy’s doesn’t open until 6:30,”

“Then I’ll wait,” Addie replies and begins walking away when her mother calls out to her,

Turning around she meets her tired worn eyes that look as if they seen and been through a lot. Even through the dim light from the kitchen, Addie can see dark bags forming at the bottom of her eyes, making her mother seem older than she normally looks.

“Let me cook you breakfast,” Her mother pleads, face showing obvious signs of exhaustion and defeat,

Addie stares at her in silence. Silently observing her features and having a sympathetic pull in her heart at the state of her mother, but pushes it aside. Like always.

“You’ve got your hands full already,” Is all she says before turning back around towards her duffle and heads to the door, but stops just at the entrance and sighs through her nose as she turns back to say, “I love you,”

Sending her mother a small smile and a wave, Addie walks out the door, feeling a icy shiver run down her body as the morning weather hits her. With quick steps to get out of the cold, she makes her way towards the 1970 Chevrolet Chevelle SS waiting in the driveway. It’s beautifully mat charcoal paint still looked well taken care of, thanks to her mother for keeping the car in storage and keeping it away from Ron’s prying hands. Addie was actually surprised her mother had saved her fathers car after all these years, and more surprised when she handed her the keys to the vehicle.

‘It was always going to be yours’ Her mother comments as she hands her the golden key with a smile,

Since being back home, that was actually the first time Addie felt happy and let out a sincere smile.

Climbing into the car and tossing her duffle on the passengers seat, Addie quickly turns the ignition, smile forming on her lips at the roaring sound that erupts around her and can’t help but kiss her fingers and placing them on the dashboard. Sending her love to the car and him. Once warming up the car she heads off to the dark streets of Chicago. Her new chapter of life.

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6:45 am

Her mother was right about Troy’s, they weren’t open yet. Thankfully, a deli that’s nearby the district, that apparently is the go-to joint for everyone who works at the 21st, was her plan b. After grabbing her breakfast and cup of coffee, she heads back to her car and drives down a couple blocks, arriving within 10 minutes at the district. Quickly woofing down the remainder of her breakfast sandwich, which happened to be one of the best sandwiches she’s ever eaten, she grabs her coffee and duffle before heading towards the entrance of the precinct.

Addie stays at the bottom of the stairs, eyes up towards the well known brick building, taking in its incredible history. If you lived in Chicago for as long as Addie, then people would understand how famous and amazing the 21st district really is. The most well known officers work or have worked in this very own building, and if you were in the law enforcement business like Addie then people would understand how truly exciting and nerve racking it can be to work at the 21st. As she remained standing outside the building, duffle hanging on her shoulder, taking deep breaths to ease her nerves she’d notice how every few seconds plain clothes or uniformed officers would walk in and out from the building. Neither of them sparing a glance at her or simply just didn’t care.

Taking another long inhale Addie finally makes her way up the stairs and through the double doors until she’s standing in the main entrance of the district. Straight ahead was the desktop with a couple officers standing behind it minding their own business and getting work done. Walking up to the desk an officer in a uniform stood on the opposite side, head and eyes down at some papers.

“Hi I’m Detective Adeline Ja-,” Addie begins to introduce herself but a voice interrupts her,

“James?” Turning to the left at the voice, Addie realizes it belonged to the one and only Trudy Platt, “Well I’ll be damned, you haven’t aged a bit,”

Addie chuckles at the compliment, “Thanks Sarge, you don’t look too bad yourself,”

“Don’t lie to me kid, we wouldn’t want your first day to be hell,” Trudy says, slamming a stack of papers on the counter as she rounds the desk,

Addie chuckles once again, never forgetting nor missing that old humor of hers, “It’s good to see you Platt,”

“You too kiddo,” Platt smiles widely as they embrace each other for a good minute before pulling away,

“How’s Mouch?”

Trudy waves a hand with a roll of her eyes, “Still giving me goddamn heart attacks every time he leaves to work,”

Addie chuckles, “I’m sure you’re no better,”

“I sure as hell am, unlike him I actually stay behind this thing,” She slaps the counter, “I don’t go out searching for the problem, it usually comes strollin in here,”

Man, things never change. Addie thinks to herself as she chuckles at Platt talking about others and commenting how it sometimes feels as if she’s running a daycare, just usual Trudy Platt stuff.

“Alright, I better not keep you any longer, I’m sure he’s exciting as much as I am that you’re here. Working for the district and not being booked,” Addie chuckles with a shake of her head, she’ll never be able to shrug those times off her shoulders,

“Well.. I’d say that’s improvement,”

“Let’s hope it is, get up there,” Trudy motions her head towards the stairs, Addie sends her a smile with a soft chuckle before walking away,

Once buzzed she climbs another pair of stairs until she’s standing in the entrance of the famous intelligence unit. No one else was around, yet, but as she was taking in everything, all the details, all the memories and history from each wall, Hank Voight comes walking out of his office with a huge smile. Addie returns the smile as she meets him halfway. Dropping her duffle on the ground she embraces him in a tight hug, getting a whiff of that same cologne, even after all these years Addie would think he’d change it but they both knew why he hasn’t.

“Hey Hank,” She whispers against his shoulder, smile still on her face as memories flash in her mind,

“Hey kid,” His famous gravelly voice softly rumbles in her ear as they continue to embrace one another,

“Ohh, I remember that one,” Hank points with a smile, touching his finger against the small scar near her eyebrow after parting away,

Addie chuckles at the memory. It was back in high school when she had gotten in a fight in an alley with Erin, luckily, both her and Erin knew their way around a fist fight and easily took all three girls down. It wasn’t easy considering the girls were much taller, but with teamwork they were able to win, although it did result to them going home with bruises, busted lips, or in Addie’s case a busted eyebrow. When she went home with Erin to get patched up that’s when she had met the famous Hank Voight for the first time, it probably wasn’t the best way to introduce herself considering they both walked into his house looking like they came back from the war, but that wasn’t the last time she’d see him. Ever since that day, her relationship with the man only became stronger, they formed a bond just like he and Erin did.

“Feels like it was just yesterday I walked through your door looking like Bloody Mary,”

“Sure does,” Hank replies with a chuckle, smile plastered on his face as he stares at her in awe, disbelief, and happiness,

She hadn’t changed, at least in his eyes. He still saw her as that rebellious teen who would pick fights for any small thing, would shoplift just for the fun and adrenaline.

“I’m really happy you’re here,” He says after a minute of silence, causing warmth and happiness of her own to spread in her chest,

“Me too,” And she honestly did mean it, despite not being sure about coming back home after so long, she truly did mean her words,

As they both stared smiling at each other, enjoying each other’s presence and enjoying the moment, the sound of voices talking amongst one another breaks their small moments. Turning they both see three people walking up the steps, three males and one female. Three of them were in deep conversation while the other male was on the phone to even notice them, but as they were reaching the top steps another pair of voices comes through the hallway. A man with dirty blonde hair and a woman with blonde hair come walking through the door talking to one another, except they notice their presence.

“C’mon, meet the gang,” Voight motions his head at the group of people who had just arrived,

Addie softly sighs through her nose, “Still hate being the center of attention,”

Voight softly chuckles, placing a comforting hand behind her back, “You can survive a couple minutes, c’mon,”

Not having a choice, at all, Addie sighs once again but allows him to face her towards the group of people. Who are now standing and staring with curiosity. However, her eyes only settle on a specific pair for a couple seconds before averting them to Voight when he speaks out.

“Guys, this is Adeline James. She’s a transfer from New York who will be joining our team and she’s also family so I want you all to treat her like one,” While Voight introduced her to the rest of the crew, she glanced at everyone, giving them a short wave with a small shy smile,

She really hates being the center of attention, always has. However, as she waving at everybody she finds herself staring at him once again, noticing how he straightens up on his desk when they lock eyes, an unreadable emotion written on his face as they stare at one another. He was attractive, really attractive and something about him was zoning her in.

They stay holding each other’s gazes for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was two minutes before Addie decides to break it, having a feeling them staring at each other was noticeable for everyone else.

“So uh.. where do— where do you want me?” She asks, glancing over at Voight who only points in front of him,

“You can take Ruzek’s desk, Ruzek you’re moving over to Kevin’s. Making a few adjustments. Once you’re settled in meet me at my office, welcome to Intelligence,” Voight comments, gently patting her on the shoulder before walking away,

Once she was left alone with her duffle in her hand, the first to greet her was a woman with dark hair, bright eyes for days and a welcoming smile. “Hi welcome! Kim Burges,”

“Adeline James, but friends call me Addie,” She tells her with a smile as she shakes her hand,

Kim nods, smile widening at the welcoming nickname. After greeting her a tall man, neatly trimmed beard with dirty blonde hair walks up to her with a smile. She then realizes he’s holding a couple objects in his hand and knowing right away, “You must be Ruzek,”

He nods his head, extending his free hand towards her, “Yes indeed. Adam Ruzek,”

She shakes it, “Sorry for the move,”

Adam quickly waves her off, “Don’t be, he makes changes every once and a while, today just happened to be it,”

Addie nods her head in understanding, feeling the way those eyes are quietly watching her from his desk.

“Gotta warn you though, don’t be surprised if you find his candy stash in one of them drawers,” Another deep voice adds in, glancing over Adams shoulder she watches as a tall black man makes his way over, “Kevin Atwater,”

Shaking his hand another voice joins in on the conversation, “You should also be careful nothing comes crawling outta there,”

Turning to her left another man, tall, brown hair, blue eyes comes smirking her way, “I’d bring an exterminator just in case,”

Addie chuckles, “I’ll keep that in mind, thanks,”

He nods his head before introducing himself, “Halstead. Jay Halstead,”

“I’m Hailey Upton. Ignore these fools, the day goes by much quicker when you do,” The blonde woman he had arrived with appears next to him, commenting as she introduces herself, causing Addie to chuckle at her,

“Now that’s bull and you know it,” He finally joins in on the conversation, feeling the way her stomach swirls inside when she finally knows what he sounds like,

Voice deep, slightly gruff and hoarse in just the right way, just like him. Shoulders and chest wide and firm, dark brown hair neatly combed and styled upwards, small smirk tugging on those inviting plump lips of his. Man did she want to know what they would feel like against her own—-

“You and Burges know fully well that us fools keep you two entertained through the good and bad,” The sound of his voice pulls her out of her inappropriate thoughts, feeling the way her cheeks burn for even having such thoughts for a man she does not know,

“You’re right. Our lives would be miserable without you guys,” Hailey replies with a sarcastic tone, teasing smile on her face, but means it deep down,

A second passes when he finally averts his eyes towards her, staring straight into her own hazel eyes with his sweet chocolate orbs and definitely feeling the way a cold chill runs down her spine the longer she stares into his eyes, or maybe it was the small scar on his left brow that caused it or maybe it was the fact that he gives her a cute side smile. Either way, she’s sure both features would have caused that chill.

“Antonio Dawson,” His name flows out of his mouth so warmly, and she constantly repeats the way he says it in her head,

“Adeline. Adeline James,” She manages to say, not once breaking eye contact with him,

They must’ve stood staring and holding each other’s hands for more than a few seconds because literally everyone in the room brought their gazes at them with raised brows and shared looks, but that quickly died down when Hailey interrupts the moment by offering to take her to the locker room so she can settle in.

“Yeah, right.” She quickly agrees, bending down to grab her duffle from the floor that she did not realize it was laying there,

The moment she faces Antonio they lock eyes once again, but this time it was only for a split second before he sends her his cute side smile and steps aside for her to walk by. Not once averting his eyes from her form until she disappears through the door and knowing deep down, Antonio’s job just got a lot more harder and interesting.

Following Hailey down the hallway, she turns into a room that had lockers on either side of the room. It was small, but spacious to move around for at least six or seven people.

“This is you,” Hailey points to a locker on her right, smile on her lips,

“Cool,” Addie says as she drops her duffle on the small bench, returning the gesture,

“I’ll leave you to settle. When your ready come join us,” The blonde head says, warm smile still on her face, getting a nod from the new recruit she leaves her be,

Once alone, Addie sits on the bench with a loud sigh, eyes closed as she hangs her head, taking in deep breaths through her nose and out her mouth. After a good minute or so, she stares straight ahead and let’s out one last exhale with a nod.

Okay. She tells herself before getting up and beginning to load her locker with her things. Which was extra clothes, extra shoes, both for work and the gym, in case she wanted to burn some steam, and a brand new cigarette pack that she’s had since she’s landed in Chicago. In all honesty, she didn’t know why she bought the pack, she hadn’t smoked since she was 18 years old, but for some reason she just purchased the tobacco. Maybe it was a habit? Or maybe it was for something else? To calm her nerves that she’s denied having? Possibly. But knowing herself she’d just deny it once again.

Once her locker was loaded with her things and her holster was clipped on her pants, she sighs once again before heading out the locker rooms and put to the ball pit. Where everyone was doing their own thing; Adam still cleaning out his old desk, Hailey and Kim were in the lunch room talking amongst themselves, Jay nowhere to be seen, probably downstairs, Kevin was kicked back in his desk on his phone and then there was him. Antonio was sitting in his own desk, eyes sharp and focused on the computer in front of him, brows knitted together as he stared at something in the screen, awhile writing something in a small notebook beside him. He looked absolutely… gorgeous——

What? Where the hell did that come from? Addie mentally comments with a shake of her head. She can’t believe she’s having these thoughts about someone she just met, correction, she can’t believe she’s even thinking such thoughts about a co-worker, who most likely has a beautiful girl or a beautiful wife to go home to with kids. Or possibly a husband to go to, who the hell knows but it’s all the more reason to just stop thinking such a way towards him when she doesn’t even know his story.

“Almost done,” Adam comments when he notices her just standing by the doorway,

Which also causes his attention. Looking up from his work he locks eyes with her for a split second before she averts them to his friend.

“Take your time,” She shakes her head and points behind his shoulder, “Gotta talk to Voight,”

Giving her a nod, she makes her way towards her boss’ office. Still feeling his eyes on her throughout the whole way, but once she knocks on Voights door and steps inside she’s able to breathe just a little better. Voights gestures at the seat for her to sit, which she does with a small smile.

“All settled in?”

She nods but points behind her shoulder with her thumb, “Uhm.. Adam is still cleaning the desk,”

“Good,” He nods then adds, “Feel free to decorate however you like. Pictures, stickers, flags, maybe a poster of that favorite band of yours,”

Addie chuckles with a shake of her head, “Times have changed Hank, my Backstreet Boys days are over,”

That got a soft chuckle to escape from the man when memories flashed in his head of the time she’d sing her lungs out to their songs with Erin, driving everybody in the house insane. It was moments like that that had him realizing how long it’s truly been since he’s last seen her. Yeah he kept in touch, either through her, her mother or Erin, but he never did see you again, until now.

“How’s your mom?” He asks after a while of silence,

Addie nods, her mood changing instantly at the mention of her mother’s whereabouts, “Good. Same ol’ same ol’,”

Just from that alone Voight knew things hadn’t changed, ever after all these years he knew her mother was still in that dark hole. Rotting her life away with a lowlife.

“She still with Ronald McDonald?” Addie scoffs both at the nickname and at the question with a slight roll of her eyes,

“I honestly don’t think he’s leaving anytime soon,” she states, face painted with pure annoyance and animosity, then adds, “He’s like a disease that can’t be cured, or something my mom doesn’t want to cure… So yeah, he’s still around,”

Voight hums at her, fingers interlocked on his stomach as he leans back in his chair, listening to the young woman in front of him and not being able to stop the pity that tugs on his heart knowing that was one of the main reasons why Addie avoided coming home.

Speaking of.

“Where you staying?”

“My moms,” Figured. “For now. Got a spot picked out but.. it’s taking longer than expected,” Addie adds with an exhausted sigh,

Voight stays staring at her for a couple seconds, observing her state, noticing how young she still looks and picturing nothing but that same lost, angry 17 year old in front of him. She truly hasn’t changed. Well, she has found herself and became a independent woman, but she still held onto that anger and self closure, just like she always has.

“You know you can stay with me anytime you like right? Or at least until you get your own place. You practically lived there your senior year,” He offers from his heart, earning a small curl to appear on the young girls lips,

Addie nods, shyly looking down at her lap from his next words, “It’ll always be your home kiddo,”

“Thanks Hank,” She sends him a warm, sincere smile, which he returns,

“Got shots fired on Maple and Ave, officers pinned and in need of backup,” Jay suddenly informs them through the door, interrupting their small moment,

“Hit it,” Voight gives him the go,

Without any hesitation Jay leaves the office, shouting at the rest of his teammates to gear up.

“Ready to see some action?”

Addie scoffs with a smile, “Thought you’d never ask,”

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‘10-1 10-1!! We’re fucking pinned out here! Where the hell is our backup?!’

A panicked voice cracks through the radio, along with other commotion in the background before it gets cut off.

‘This is 5021 George, we’re 5 minutes out, stand your ground!’ Jay’s voice cracks through the radio this time, letting the officers know their location,

The rest of the team however were 10 minutes behind, which happened to be Ruzek, Atwater, Voight and Addie, since they all split different directions to cover other exits to prevent the perps from slipping on them. Once on the scene, both Voight and Addie hop off the truck, getting a perfect sound of gunfire from left and right. From what they’ve learned, it was a robbery gone wrong, a group of masked people decided to rob a small little nail salon but had tripped the silent alarm without even knowing it, which then resulted in them being in a shoot out.

Crouching to avoid getting hit by a flying bullet, Addie makes her way over to Ruzek’s car, taking cover right next to him and waits for orders. However, at one point while shots were being exchanged, one of the officers who were assisting the situation gets hit right in front of her, causing him to fall on his ass with a load groan. Yelling at Ruzek to cover her she quickly makes her way over to the fallen officer the moment Ruzek fires back. Grabbing the man from underneath both armpits she quickly pulls him away from sight as best as she can, yet it was difficult since she had to crouch in an awkward way to avoid getting hit herself, but as she was dragging him she then feels another hand sliding next to hers and helps pull the officer. Taking a quick glance she realizes it’s Dawson helping her.

After dragging the fallen officer away from sight and up against the car, Addie quickly jumps to action, checking him for an entry wound, for blood, but luckily it was just the powerful impact from the bullet that had sent him flying. Clapping him on the shoulder she does her best in calming him, letting him know he’s perfectly fine but to stay hidden until he recovers his breathing, knowing too well all the oxygen from his lungs had left with the powerful blow.

“Hey we got two of them splitting into an alley!” Kevin yells into the ear piece,

“Dawson, James, go through the next house and cut them halfway!” Voight orders, and in an instant they both move,

They stay crouching as they move away from flying bullets, but once safe from them they quickly make their way through the house to get to the alley where Atwater had pointed. As they made it to the other side of the block and towards the alley, they both stay standing in place, glancing around when they don’t see anybody. However, straight ahead through passing cars and people, Addie spots a person walking down the street with a black hoodie, black jeans and a black duffle bag by his side. He could have passed as a walking civilian, but the idiot blows their cover when they turned and immediately starts running down the street when they spot them both.

“Son of a bitch,” Addie mumbles under her breath right before she chases after them, Dawson following close behind,

While chasing the perp down the street and yelling at people to move out of the way, Dawson can be heard behind yelling over the radio, updating on their location and position. It was going good, a non-dangerous foot chase, until the fucking asshole decided to pull out his gun and start shooting up in the sky, causing everybody to scream and scattered around, making it much more difficult to run through them. Thankfully, through running bodies Addie was able to see the moment the perp slips into another alley. Quickly making her way over, she leans against the wall and slowly peaks her head to get a view, only to see the fugitive running down the alley. Pulling away from the wall Addie continues running after them, feeling her lungs burning from the freezing weather and feeling the way her ribs are pushing against her side with each step she takes, but she pushes through the burn and pain. If she lost them then it wouldn’t be no use for the team.

After another torturing mile of running after the perp, they finally slip into a backyard of a home. Once again, like in the alley, Addie leans against the covered fence and peaks her head to see, however, this time they fire two shots at her, connecting it with the wooden fence, causing her to flinch away from sight.

She groans both from annoyance and discomfort when powder from the wooden gate went into her eye, “Come on.. play nice,”

“You good?” Dawson questions, voice firm but still laced with worry when he sees her blinking and shutting her eyes,

She nods and wipes a fist in her eye, “I’m good. I shoot you go?”

She asks him through one eye open, already feeling the burn in her left eye and having a feeling it’s already turning red. Nodding his head Dawson gets ready to move, once she fire a couple shots he runs past her and into the yard, taking cover behind a broken truck.

“He’s moving!” Dawson yells as he cautiously moves forward,

Addie steps into view, watching as the perp runs down to the front of the house. Quickly thinking, she runs over to the neighbors house and cuts through their yard to ambush the son of a bitch, if she’s lucky and if he doesn’t run away. Although while doing so, she nearly got her ass bitten by the neighbors dog but continues running through the yard and risking it when she hears gun shots being exchanged next door, making her pick up her pace. After dodging the neighbors dog, jumping over various kids toys and bicycles, she finally makes it out the damn house and to her right was the fugitive, shooting towards the house, not aware of her charging at him. Until he’s tackled to the ground with a loud groan.

With quick movements, Addie mounts him from the back and quickly grabs him by one arm, turning it into an uncomfortable position behind his back, causing a pained groan to escape from the man underneath and using that moment to cuff him.

“You alright?” Dawson asks her once again, she nods at him with a pant as she gets up from the fugitive to allow him to lift him off the floor,

Once on his feet Dawson pulls the mask from his face, revealing an African American boy, who looks like he’s in his teen years. Both Addie and Dawson share a look of pure disbelief and pity, a young boy like him should be out studying, going to school, not robbing nail salons for the adrenaline.

“C’mon,” Dawson says as he leads the teen down the sidewalk, with Addie following behind after picking up the gun with a glove,

“Dawson here, offenders in custody. Heading back,” He says into the earpiece, after a good couple seconds a voice comes to life,

‘10-4. Were all good over here too, situation has been contained,’ Jay responds, letting a large relief slip off both Addie’s and Dawsons chest,

“Has the other offender been apprehended?” He asks once again,

‘Negative. He’s in the wind, got patrol cars circling the perimeter,’ Jay informs them, causing a tired groan to slip from Dawson,

“10-4,” He replies instead and continues walking down the sidewalk, ignoring the way multiple civilians were staring at them both,

The three of them continue making their way back to the rest of the team in silence, awhile keeping an eye out on their surroundings, two cops walking down with a cuffed teenager can quickly escalate things. Thankfully, they were only a couple blocks away from where everyone is at.

“You sure you’re okay?” Dawson asks for the third time that day, causing Addie to glance up at him and noticing how his dark brown eyes were staring down at her,

He really is handsome. “Yeah I’m—I’m good,” She says instead as she lets her fingers reach out towards her eye,

She rubs at her eye, still feeling the way his eyes are on her, watching her every move. They stay quiet once again, walking side by side, until he speaks again. Rumbling voice sounding like music to her ears.

“You should use manzanilla,” She was rubbing her eye when he had spoke, making her look up at him with a slight confused look,

“Huh?” The way her stomach, heart, flip together when a small smile tugs on his lips,

“It’s a uhh.. Latin remedy for irritated eyes,” He explains to her with a warm, inviting, smile and continues, “You use the tea to flush your eye,”

Addie returns the smile with a small nod, “I’ll give it a try when I can,”

They both stare at each other, neither struggling to look away, not like they did anyways. They were both captivated by each other’s eyes, however, what does break their small moment is the sound of a police siren going off, looking straight ahead they realize they are back at the scene.

“Well, nice of you two to join the fun,” Adam comments while holding a small notepad in his hand,

Both Addie and Dawson chuckle as they split apart, Addie heads towards Adam while Dawson walks towards a car to put the teen inside.

“You got hit?” Adam asks, pointing at her eye with his pen, brows furrowed,

Addie simply shakes her head with a wave of her hand, letting him know it’s nothing to worry about. Which was the truth it’s nothing she can’t handle, or anything a specific house remedy can’t fix.

“So have you figured out what happened?” She asks, walking with Adam towards the nail salon,

“So far it looks likes a robbery gone bad. There was five of them and only two made it out,” He explains, stopping by the caution tape where three covered bodies laid on the floor,

It never does get easy to see another human being lifeless on the ground, but that’s what the job is all about, seeing cruel things.

“Have you identified them?”

Adam shakes his head, then motions his head towards inside the building, “We do know one thing though.. it’s gang related,”

413.

It read on the wall in large black graffiti letters.

“413?” She asks, still observing the wall,

“Yeah, they own half the neighborhood a couple blocks down,”

“And who owns this side?”

“The eighty-eights, but there’s been heat between them over territory for a while now so I wouldn’t doubt it if this was their way of calling them out,” Adam explains while walking further into the nail salon,

As they both made their way inside, other officers stood around doing their jobs, either taking notes themselves, taking photos of the crime or simply just assisting other officers. Although, straight down the hall was the rest of her team in an office where the safe had been broken into.

Addie looks around the office, it was a pretty spacious room, just a simple wooden desk in the entrance with a computer, which also happens to be their surveillance of the whole thing, unless of course they knew about the cameras. The walls held a couple framed photos of different landscapes, but one that captured her attention was the broken one on the floor. In the photo was an Asian woman holding two small boys, twins, all three of them were smiling and laughing at the camera, causing a small tick to tug on Addie’s lips when she’s seen a similar photo in her mothers room.

“This the owner?” Addie points to the photo on the ground,

“Yeah, Xoe Lin, 50 years old, lives up in Pearl Street and has been open for over 30 years,” Kevin informs her as he stands next to her, both of them looking down at the photo,

“Has she been notified?” Kevin nods his head,

“Some officers are heading over to her house right now,” He tells her,

Addie stays quiet, trying to piece the pieces together. They were all scrambled, but slightly obvious to her. Why target a simple nail salon? Why mark their territory? Is the owner connected to the eighty-eights? Is she in some protection with the gang? Or is she a disguise?

Before she can try and answer any of her assumptions, Voight walks in with Antonio. After asking his team what they’ve gathered so far and being filled in, he tells them all to head back to the district to start connecting the dots and to try and get anything useful out of the apprehended teen. While that is happening, he mentioned both Kim and Antonio were gonna go talk with the owner of the building, try to find anything that’ll help with the case. Nodding their heads at the order, everybody began walking out of the office.

“Hasn’t been a day and you’ve already been shot at?” Voight comments as she makes her way past him, causing a small chuckle to escape from her,

“New world record,” Is all she says, throwing him a smile over her shoulder, but slightly feeling it grow when her eyes land with his once again,

It didn’t last long, just a second or two before she’s turning around to head out the office. Although, that didn’t mean his eyes had averted from her frame, matter fact, his slanted smile was still on his lips as he watched her walk away. Something about her just.. had him drawn, had him tethered. Did it freak him out? Slightly. Did it frustrate him? Definitely.

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10:35 am

Addie sat at her desk, looking over a couple files of the teen they had apprehended, who she soon found out his name was Stefon Malone. He had just turned 18 a month ago, has been in the foster care system since he was 13 years old along with his younger brother Austen Malone, who is 15 years old. Neither boys seemed to have any trouble with the law, they both lived with a white married couple, the Morris’s, is what it said in his file. It also said, both their parents had been out of their lives for quite sometime. The father was in the wind, left when Stefon and Austen were just kids, and their mother had been sent to prison for being highly intoxicated while driving. With them in the car.

They moved from foster care to foster care after that, neither wanting to get adopted separately, if it wasn’t both of them then it wouldn’t be official, eventually they settled at the Foster Now where they had been adopted by the Morris’s. What Addie couldn’t understand was how Stefon was affiliated with the 413 when he lived with his adoptive parents 15 miles away from where the gang is located. Unless.. she tells herself as she flips the page and searches for what she’s looking for.

Bingo.

When Stefon was being transferred from foster care to foster care, he was enrolled into North Grove High up until he got adopted, and the school was in the center of the 413 territory. Which explains now how Stefon is connected to them, making Addie’s job slightly easier for her and her team. She still needed to gather information on why the kid and his crew would want to target a nail salon, declare war and how he manages to keep his gang life hidden from his adoptive parents for nearly four years.

“Alright I just got off the phone with the coroner and he gave us our third name,” Jay informs them as he walks towards the board with a picture,

While doing so, Voight steps out of his office to hear everyone one out.

“The name is Miles Watkins, but goes by Sticks. He was 26 years old and has been in the 413 since he was 16,” Jay says, placing a photo of an African American man on the board,

“Just like Roscoe Shaw and Harvey Pierce,” Kevin adds, mentioning their other two offenders while standing near the board,

“And Stefon,” Addie adds on, causing everyone to look at her as she makes her way over to the board, “Stefon was living at the Foster Now for most of his teen years, but was attending North Grove High at the time,”

Kevin’s brows rise at the new information, piecing things together of his own, “North Grove High is known for being in the center of the 413,”

“Exactly,” Addie snaps her fingers at him with a smile,

“So they recruit minors?” Hailey asks, sitting on the edge of her desk,

“Makes senses if they do. The school is most likely their best option when it comes to selling, so, minors would be their best disguise in getting their products out their,” Kevin explains,

“Alright and who’s the ring leader?” Voight asks,

“A’lamar Garner. Or better known as, Tug. 38 years old, just like our offenders, he was recruited by his uncle, Tyzeek Garner, at the age of 16. Tug later then became head of the crew at 25 when his uncle died in a drive by,” Jay replies, handing a manilla folder towards him,

“Let me guess, eighty-eights?” Voight asks as he looks up from the folder, earning a wink and nod from Jay as a confirmation,

Voight softly hums as he closes the folder and looks at the board in front of him. Reading every detail that has been added and trying to solve missing pieces, but it was limited information to even try and crack the case.

“What about the nail salon? Were they calling them out? Is the owner in anyway involved in all of this mess? How is it connected?”

“Well it’s definitely gang related, but the owner, Xoe Lin, is not apart of it. So she says,” Dawsons rumbling voice rings out in the room as he enters it,

Addie’s stomach flips excitedly at the sound, it was such an odd feeling, she’d never felt this way about a person before, let alone a teammate. So why the hell was she suddenly feeling this way now? She ignores the way her stomach continues to flip as he continues talking, but she can’t help the way her heart flutters at the sight of him. Black leather jacket, navy thermal underneath, black faded jeans with combat boots on his feet and splash of fallen snow on his hair. He was absolutely breathtaking. Addie definitely felt attracted to him, hypnotized even, and that honestly scared and confused her. She barely knows the man, hasn’t even had a full conversation with him yet, but something about him just draws her to him.

“Take another crack at the kid, try to get him to flip. We don’t have a case if we don’t have anything,” Voight orders before walking back to office,

Everyone parts away, going to their respected desks except Hailey and Jay, they head back towards the interrogation room where Stefon remained cuffed. As Addie was walking towards her own desk, she had just placed her own folder on top of her keyboard when something taps on her arm. Looking to her right she notices it’s Dawson standing next to her, then realizes he’s holding onto a small yellow-ish box, with a smile.

“Stopped by a coffee shop and I spotted them in the shelf,” He tells her, his cheeks turning a slight shade of pink, or maybe it was because he had just came back from the cold or because the building was warm enough,

No, it was neither of those and she knew it.

Either way, Addie couldn’t stop the wide smile from spreading on her face, “Thank you,”

She tells him with warm, inviting, appreciative eyes. Dawson nods his head at her, smile still on his lips. However, what she didn’t know was the way his heart was hammering in his chest as he continued to stare into her hazel eyes. It was a lie, on his way back from talking with the owner of the nail salon he had stopped by for some “warm coffee” when in reality he knew a spot where they sold the herbal tea, even Kim knew his intentions and gave him a teasing smile, but Addie didn’t need to know that. If she hadn’t already figured it out.

“No problem,” Dawson tells her as he begins walking away, but turns back around after the second step, “Warm water,”

Addie softly chuckles at him with a nod, “Warm water,”

She repeats with a smile, hazel eyes locked with his until he exits the room. But even after he left, that same smile still rested on her face, she couldn’t seem to remove it. In fact, the longer she stared at the small box of tea the wider her smile grew and the warmer her chest felt. Placing the box on the side of her desk she sits in her chair and let’s out a heavy sigh, eyes staring at the yellow box, her mind not being able to stop replaying the little moment, about him, about how he makes her feel every time he’s around. How her stomach and heart gets filled with excitement whenever he’s around, how she oddly feels safe around him, how he attracts her towards him, how she can’t stop thinking about him—

Jesus Christ, what the hell is going on?

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La Brea s01e02-e03: Sam falls down a hill, severely injuring his back + the aftermath

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