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Blue Bell as Betty in Will Trent Episode 1: Pilot (air date Jan 3rd 2023)

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Here’s everything you need to know about Will Trent, ABC's upcoming crime drama starring Ramón Rodríguez which is based on bestselling novels by Karin Slaughter.

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We’re getting a second season!!!! 🎉

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So, I made a community.

Detectives of Georgia

Not sure what to do there, other than maybe repost some posts for now? Anyway, y'all may feel invited! :)

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Lou in Resisting Roots as Trent (2022)

more to come...

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What Happens Undercover... - Will Trent x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @words-and-seeds @trublu2u @littleesilvia @oscarisaacispunk

Will spends hours ruining you, his hands chasing all over your naked body as he kisses you into submission. The time apart has made you needy for him, desperate. He barely has to touch you before you’re keening for him. You both know you shouldn’t be doing this, visiting him undercover but you haven’t seen him in almost a month and it’s driving you a little crazy.

“God, I missed you sugar,” he whispers, his lips ghosting along your jaw.  “The way you taste, the way you feel, that sweet little noise…”

You laugh then and he smiles against your skin because this moment with you right now, it’s perfect.

It’s the knock at the door that startles you both, it’s loud, abrupt, insistent.

You look to Will and his dark eyebrows furrow into a frown as he slips from the sheets, tugging on his sweatpants and a zip up hoodie. You follow suit, pulling on the fishnet tights and the cobalt blue mini dress you’d arrived in tonight. You’ve done this ruse before whilst visiting Will undercover, presented yourself as a working girl. You used to work Vice back in the day, you know how to work a look. You’re fixing the hem of your dress when he opens up the door to reveal a woman standing there. She’s younger than you by a few years you think, prettier too.

“Rosa.” He greets, the surprise evident in his voice. “It’s a little late.”

“I was wondering if you were up for a little company, we could pick up where we left off the other night.” She holds up a bottle of tequila and your blood runs cold.

You know there are things Will has to do when he’s undercover, things that help preserve his identity. You’ve done them too once upon a time. You both have a strict policy, not to discuss it. What happened UC stays UC, until it shows up and smacks you right in the face.

“Another night.” He tries to dismiss her. “I’m beat.”  

“I’m sure you can help with that.” She says, her fingers toying with the zipper of his hoodie “I can take care of you, a good woman always knows just what her man needs.”

Those words they rile you, because Will he’s not her man, he’s yours. You bite back your emotions because this, it has the potential to become a particularly dangerous situation especially for Will, and it’s one you’ve put him in.

“Tomorrow night.” He promises, tipping up her chin up to meet his gaze. It’s a gesture so familiar that it feels like a stab in the chest, when he leans in and kisses her something inside you shatters.

You’ve forgotten how easy it is for him to slip away, become someone else. The man you’re watching right now, he isn’t your husband he’s Bill Black. Will Trent’s life is messy, complicated. He has a wife back home, a baby whose teething, Bill Black is simple in comparison, he gets to do what he wants when he wants.

When he closes the door he must see the expression on your features. You can’t bear to look at him and he can feel you withdrawing emotionally. He doesn’t know what to say because this is part of the job, you both know it.

“Cam...” He begins but you don’t respond, you simply pick up your purse and walk right out the door, leaving Will Trent and Bill Black far behind.

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pls Will Trent writers make one of ur mcs bi or sth so that Tumblr will pay attention to this show. please.

[niennaofnumenor]

obsessed with the entire cast of will trent. everybody is babygirl. also. getting to see everyone in one episode all together. that's my family :'))

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Image ID: Screenshots from Will Trent episode 1x02, with dialogue:

Faith: The DNA from the shirt won’t be back for another 48 hours. 

Will: We have three hours until Abigail pays the ransom. I need it now. Call the lab. 

Faith: Okay, Ill gust go... yell at science. 

end ID

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The wedding looks stole the show 😍😍

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Knowing You're Close

Pairing: Michael Ormewood x fem!detective!reader

Summary: You work best when you know Ormewood is close, and when he realizes how much his presence affects you, he wants to learn more.

Warnings: fluff, case involves child abduction, Ormewood may be OOC (it's a custom blend of his s1+2 character + how I picture him in the books)

Word Count: 1.5k+ words

A/N: I love him so much but when I write him I get so scared that he's wildly OOC. Plus, all of the gifs of him are from the scene where he (spoiler free, promise) does not look his best, so that's disappointing.

Since you arrived at the station this morning, Ormewood has been tapping his pencil against his desk. You haven’t said anything about it because it’s a reminder to focus on your case. You’re not sure why it’s encouraging you to focus other than the subtle reminder that people have weird little quirks that are only annoying until they’re gone. There may be several families in Atlanta that would give anything to hear their loved ones click a pen or complain about how the dishes were dried one more time if you don't make a break in this case soon.

“Hey, how far is the Coke Museum from the aquarium?” he asks without stopping the rhythmic tap, tap, tap-tap against his desk.

“A mile,” you answer. “About a twenty-minute walk or twelve minutes on Line 26 bus.”

“Thanks.”

You hum and flip the page in your case file. You’re missing something.

“Corruption,” you murmur.

“I told you, the vending machine was broken and taking one protein bar doesn’t make me corrupt,” Ormewood answers.

“What? No, this case, there’s something… I don’t know.”

“I can find it.”

You and Ormewood sigh together before you see GBI Special Agent Will Trent standing before you. Ormewood mouths good luck and then returns to his own work. And the pencil tapping.

“Let me read the files,” Will says.

“Will,” you begin, closing the folder, “you only want to help because you’re bored. Which means you’re going to ask to go out in the field and drag me all over Fulton County, which I am not in the mood for today. So, thanks, but no thanks.”

“Just Fulton County?” Will clarifies, attempting to see the crime scene photos on your desk.

“None of your concern, Agent Trent,” you reply with a smile. “We’ve got it.”

“There’s nothing to do around here!” he complains as he tosses his arms up. “Just pencil tapping!”

Ormewood winks at you as he switches up the rhythm of his tapping. “I didn’t know it was that easy to get out of working with Trent. I’ll have to try that next time.”

“Yeah, you can’t just say no, you have to make it about him,” you explain, closing your eyes as you sit back in your seat.

Ormewood laughs, then rephrases to say, “You tell him it’s not me, it’s you.”

You hum, but then your eyes snap open. “Say that again.”

“It’s not me, it’s you?”

“What am I interrupting?” Faith asks, stopping behind you.

“Didn’t somebody just get cut from the Braves?”

“Uh, excuse me?” Faith tries again.

“In a minute!” Ormewood snaps, leaning toward you. “Yeah. He was training to be a pitcher. Had the potential to be a star pitcher, take us to the world championship.”

“What happened?”

“They had evidence he bought drugs. Swore he wasn’t using, and all of his drug tests came back clean.”

“It’s not me… it's you,” you say under your breath.

“Where’s Will?” Faith inquires.

“Faith,” Ormewood answers, shaking his head as he answers, “no one here cares. We’re not keeping up with your partner.”

“I got it!” you cheer, knocking your chair back as you stand.

“Will. Trent. So-tall, rambles, anybody seen him?” Faith says. “It’s like talking to children.”

“I’ll go with you,” Ormewood offers, trailing behind you as you rush toward the elevators.

Faith watches, tipping her head as she wonders, “Or is it more like puppy dogs?”

“Okay, so Truist Park is at the 75/285 interchange,” you explain. “You can get on either interstate and get anywhere in Atlanta without being noticed. But Dobbins Air Reserve Base is just a few miles up 41 from the stadium.”

“Right,” Ormewood agrees. “But what’s the connection of those locations to the missing girls?”

“These girls were from Atlanta’s nicest neighborhoods. Areas where our city officials sit on the HOA board, or whatever rich people do in fancy neighborhoods. Take a few residents, get the attention of all of the powerful people in the city…”

You trail off, and Ormewood connects, “You get leverage to get what you want.”

“Right, at least in criminal logic. So, this pitcher gets cut on a technicality and decides to show Atlanta what they’re losing, maybe try to blackmail his way back onto the team.”

“Or?”

“Or someone else is trying to get him back on the team. He’s got a cousin, according to his Braves profile, that works at Robbins. The proximity makes me think he’s holding these girls on the base. Granted, I could be way off, and it has nothing to do with a baseball team.”

“Worth a shot. I’ll find your guy, and you look for a hiding place fit for teenage girls?”

“Sounds good.” You look over the top of the car as you climb out and say, “Be careful.”

“You too.”

You answer your phone as you follow a uniformed MP officer through the base to check the lowest security areas of the base.

“I found someone who wants to talk to you,” Ormewood says.

“No, I don’t!” a man argues.

“I don’t believe anyone, ever, on principle. But this is your case, so I’ll hold him here until you’re ready.”

“Thanks. I’ll be right over.”

After the MP officer agrees to finish the search and call your watch commander if he finds anything, you walk across the base and find Ormewood with one arm stretched out and his hand pressed lazily against your suspect.

“Trevor?” you ask the man. “I’m a detective with the APD. I have a few questions for you.”

“I want a lawyer,” he answers.

Ormewood scoffs, and you shake your head at him.

“Are you sure you can’t just answer a couple quick questions?” you ask. “It’ll only take a minute.”

“There are five missing girls out there,” Ormewood seethes, wrapping Trevor’s shirt around his hand. “Think very carefully about how you answer.”

“Lawyer!”

Ormewood steps closer to the man, but you wrap your hand around his wrist and shake your head.

“Alright. Trevor, I’m placing you under arrest for reasonable suspicion of abduction,” you begin, placing handcuffs on him. “You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney, which you’ve already exercised, so we can’t ask you any more questions.”

“We just think about how guilty that makes you look,” Ormewood adds as he pushes your suspect into the backseat of the car.

“Officers!” the MP officer yells behind you. “I found something!”

“No, he didn’t!” Trevor yells against the window. “You didn’t find anything, man! Say psych!”

“Psych is not admissible in court,” you point out. “Lead the way, officer.”

“Why are you in my chair?” you ask as you return to your desk after receiving a full confession and recovering all of the abducted girls.

“I decided to offer my services anyway,” Will explains. “You seemed busy. The missing girls are-“

“Home,” Ormewood finishes. “We found them two-and-a-half hours ago.”

“How?” Will questions, clearly surprised by the outcome.

“Not all cases are solved on pure luck or weirdly timed flashbacks, Trent.”

“The whole thing screamed leverage,” you explain with a shrug. “I just had to find someone who needed the rich and powerful on his side. Someone desperate enough to stage numerous abductions to do it.”

“Well, now there really is nothing to do here. Have either of you seen Faith?”

Will stands from your seat as Ormewood suggests, “Maybe try calling each other.”

“Thanks for all of your help today,” you tell Ormewood once you’re alone again. He nods, and you ask, “Why’d you get rough with Trevor?”

“If it was my daughter, I’d want to know exactly where she was as soon as possible. He was going to keep stalling, and a public defender would have loved using his situation to delay until it was too late to save them.”

“Can you tap your pencil again?”

“What?” Ormewood asks, shock and confusion evident in the single syllable.

“It… I like knowing that you’re here, close, okay.”

Ormewood nods slowly, then begins tapping his eraser against his desk. You shift your focus to the paperwork for the case, but Ormewood watches you. Something about his presence seems to help you, provide a comfort that he hadn’t even noticed. More surprising, he thinks, is that he likes knowing how his presence makes you feel.

“Is it just my tapping?” he asks. He seems as surprised to hear the question as you.

“If it is?” you counter. “Will you move to a different desk?”

“I was thinking we find out if sharing a table only works at the station.”

“Are you asking me out?” you clarify.

“I didn’t anticipate the interrogation it would take to get an answer, but yes.”

You smile and tap your pen against your hand with Ormewood’s beat as you answer, “I’d love to.”

“I have got to stop coming down here with questions,” Faith announces as she abandons her goal and returns the way she came.

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