#but I didn't give them anything and I filed a police report about it so all is good

[chaoticeddie]

someone tried to scam me out of $1000 today

[808airsoftbros]

Missing 411 (Female Idols)

Author: This special chapter is also posted on my wattpad and decided to post it here too to help revive this dead Tumblr account. Also if you want to see more check out the Masterlist.

Y/N's POV

It's been ten years since that stormy night... Where everything went to hell... Awakened something that was never supposed to be in this world. What is it? We will never truly know and perhaps it's for the best.

Now you all must be asking what I'm talking about. I don't know much since I'm a foreign government agency from America to help with the Korean National Police Agency.

All these accounts and stories are based on reports filed by the KNPA, witnesses, and survivors of their encounters with this... thing.

I cannot disclose everything as this case is classified and under investigation by the Republic of Korea National Military and the National Intelligence Service.

It all began ten years ago on August 19, 2019, when a massive typhoon struck the Korean peninsula turning Seoul into a rubble mess than ever in history.

Everything was in total devastation, small businesses, and homes were destroyed, and families pretty much lost everything so much so that even K-pop idols began lending a hand, and those who were on tour or elsewhere donated money.

I will start with the first case... The unsolved case of the disappearance of Jennie Kim and Jeon Jungkook...

~

Flashback

Date: August 21, 2019 Location: Seoul, South Korea

Jisoo's POV

It's been two days since the massive typhoon struck the city of Seoul, I was in the safety of the dorm when it struck and thankfully nothing was damaged or lost but the same cannot be said for the unlucky ones.

Some were caught in a bad time and the street vendor's property has been damaged beyond repair including those I always visit.

"I can't believe mother nature is capable of such devastation..." I muttered looking at the rubble of fallen trees, flipped cars, and broken street lamps.

"Well, that's nature for you, come on, those people need all the help they can get," Chaeyoung replied and I nodded.

Walking around the streets, determined to help those in need as much as possible, other idols have joined us in our efforts helping where they can, and offering assistance to the rescue operatives.

The streets were flooded in some areas, especially the underground parking lots, the sewer systems were overflowed and clogged causing the sewages to flood the streets.

Everyone worked hard to guide the survivors to shelter camps to tend to the wounded and sick. My arms and legs ached like hell but if it's for the people, I must keep going.

"Jake said this is all we can do for now until firefighters and Coast Guard crews clear up the debris in the heavily impacted parts, I'd say we take a break," I explained to the girls and they nodded.

As we sat down under the shelter camp, we saw BTS covered in mud and sweat approaching, they all looked equally exhausted and worn out.

"Ah, I see you boys managed to make it, I thought you all were on a tour," I greeted and Namjoon chuckled.

"Hey, this city is our home, we can't just simply watch by as the people suffer. We lend our hand wherever we can," Namjoon replied.

"Right, there are so many children lost from their parents, I heard some of them didn't make it out," Jennie mentioned and he sighed.

"Real shame, I pity those poor souls, nobody could've expected a typhoon like this, throughout my years, I have never seen anything like this," Jungkook commented.

As the boys joined us under the tent, Taehyung was kind enough to give us water to quench our thirst, and I couldn't feel more relief as I sipped down the water.

Suddenly, Jungkok and Jennie stood up but before they could walk away from the tent I stopped them.

"Hey, where are you two going?" I asked curiously.

"I overheard there are some cabins in the woods, possible someone could've been sheltering there during the storm and will see if we can help or not," Jungkook answered and I nodded.

"Alright, be safe out there," I warned them and they nodded.

"Don't worry Jichu, we're always careful~," Jennie assured and walked away with him.

Though I had a bad feeling about it, I shrugged it off as I didn't have much time to think about it as the fire chief called us over requesting our assistance with the water pumps.

In the next several hours as the sun was starting to set and dusk was approaching, however, Jennie and Jungkook had yet to return.

"Hey, you heard from Kookie any chance?" I asked Jin and he shrugged.

"No idea, no call on the radio or anything, I was about to ask you," Jin answered unsurely and I was growing concerned.

Deciding to investigate the cabins as a group, we went to their last known location which is the cabins in the woods, we kept our guard up for any wild animals that may loom in the area, and as we reached the cabins, I felt dread as the cabins were dead quiet.

Looking around, there was no sign of any wild animals or birds in the trees anywhere and the area wasn't as damaged as the rest of the forest.

"I don't like the looks of this..." Suga commented.

"Yeah, it's too quiet for my liking, I feel like something is gonna pounce on us at any second," Hoseok replied.

"Let's make this fast and find those two before it gets dark," Namjoon said and we agreed.

Immediately, we began searching the cabins and the surrounding nature but as time went on, we couldn't find a single trace of them anywhere or signs of life.

I was now growing even more worried as they somehow disappeared like they never existed... Until...

"Hey, I think I found something!" Lisa called out and we went up to her.

"What is it?" I asked.

Lisa showed us Jennie's phone and wallet along with Jungkook's wallet containing his bank cards and IDs inside one of the bedrooms in the cabin.

"Is there anything else?" I asked and she shook her head.

"Nope, not any sign of footprints or traces, it's like they vanished like a ghost," She sighed and looked at the time it was getting dark.

"Will report this to the police when we get back, for now, there's nothing more we can do for them until morning, it's too dangerous to search at night," Namjoon explained and I felt devastated.

"W-We can't just abandon them, they're like family to us," I begged and he shook his head.

"I understand how you feel, Jisoo, and I feel the same way for Kookie but will be no good to anyone if we're attacked by predators," He replied in a sympathetic tone.

Reluctantly agreeing, I felt shameful and guilty as I felt like I had to abandon Jennie as she could be seriously injured or God knows what I knew Namjoon was right but it was my fault for letting them go in the first place.

"I should've stopped them..." I muttered to myself as we left the cabins.

~

Present

Y/N's POV

Since then, the group went to the nearby police station which was still intact, and reported a missing person case, a search was later held the next morning but despite their best efforts, no traces were ever found besides their wallets and Jennie's phone.

We couldn't turn it on as the screen was cracked and it was damaged but we did manage to extract the data but found nothing out of the ordinary.

The search went on for some time until...

~

Date: August 30, 2019 Location: Seoul, South Korea

Y/N's POV

Arriving in Korea at the airport, I was greeted by one of the agents of the NIS and he drove me over to the police station in Seoul.

"So, I was told I would be briefed on this investigation, what do we have?" I asked.

"Well, two idols vanished without a trace just a week ago when they were helping clean up the city after the typhoon hit, they went up to the cabin area in the forest but never returned and the group decided to investigate themselves to find nothing but few of their belongings," The agent explained and I nodded writing them down in my notepad.

"I see, what about the search party? Any news?" I asked and he nodded.

"After several days of searching, we did find their remains... It's quite a grizzly and disturbing sight, to say the least, and it's hard to describe it so it's better if you look at them yourself," He answered.

The rest of the drive was silent as we went into Seoul giving me the chance to look around at the devastation the typhoon had caused and it was surreal than the pictures on the news.

Once we finally made it to the station, I walked through the backdoor leading downstairs to the evidence lab, and I was led into the forensics lab.

One of the experts bowed before leading me into the lab, laying on the operation table were the bodies of Jeon Jungkook and Jennie Kim and my eyes widened as it looked like their souls were sucked out of them.

They were skinny to the bone, there was no blood within them, and they looked almost skeletal making this the most disturbing case I've ever worked in.

"What the hell happened to them...?" I asked shocked at the sight.

"We're not sure, we ran all the tests in the book but found nothing out of the ordinary or pointers of how they died, no wounds, scratches, nothing, just their souls sucked out dry," The expert explained grimly.

~

Meanwhile...

Jisoo's POV

I couldn't sleep well ever since Jennie's disappearance, we always missed her and it didn't help that the police already found her dead body not far from the cabins along with Jungkook.

YG and BigHit sent condolences letters to their families and the funerals were held as soon as the rubbles were cleared from parts of the city.

Their remains were cremated to ashes with Jennie to be sent home to New Zealand in her hometown and Jungkook to the family cemetery.

"O comforting One, compassionate One be with us all when we suffer loss and ache with the pain of grieving. Give us a glimpse of the way it will be when love will never be taken away, when life itself will not be diminished when all that we hold most precious will live and remain with us forever. Amen." The priest said his prayer as the urn of the ashes of Jungkook was slowly lowered into the hole dug before his gravestone.

The funeral was small only consisting of myself, Lisa, and Chaeyoung, along with BTS and Twice who had just returned from their tour, and of course Jungkook's family.

To this day, I still feel guilty as I could've stopped this all from happening, now two idols were lost to the Heavens, and everyone grieved their deaths.

Jin who would always boast about being flirty and ladies man was now all silent, I can tell the loss of what he considered a brother deeply affected him.

"T-Thank you for coming, Jihyo, I didn't think you'd show up," I thanked her and she nodded.

"Hey, this is more important than our idol lives, I knew them both and they were quite exceptional and talented individuals, it's a shame they went out like this," Jihyo replied and I sighed.

"Are you okay?" She asked conerningly.

"No, not really, I could've prevented this from happening, Jennie and Jungkook would still be alive if I hadn't stopped them from going to the woods alone... I'm such an idiot..." I grimly answered and shed a tear as the guilt became too much to bear.

Instead of an angry reaction, as I expected, Jihyo gave me a sympathetic look and placed a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"It's not your fault, my dear, none of us expected anything like this would happen," She assured and I sighed.

"Speaking of which, they never disclosed their cause of death nobody knows what happened to them, they found no wounds or indication of how they died considering they were young and healthy at the time," I mentioned.

"Well, all we can do is leave it to the authorities to handle this, I am confident they will find a trail eventually and we can soon get to the bottom of this and hope Jennie and Jungkook will be the last victims of this mess," She explained and I nodded knowing she was right.

After the funeral was finished, we all left for our vehicles, our driver picked us up and drove us back to the YG building as we needed to discuss some things about our upcoming comeback.

We headed to the top floor of the building where YG's office was located and knocked on the door.

"Come in!" He called out and we opened the door.

"Please have a seat you three, we have urgent matters to discuss," He instructed and we sat down in front of him and he sighed.

"As you all may know, Jennie was found dead, now not only has this heavily saddened the Blinks and fans around the world, but it also hurts our business as our comeback is scheduled to release soon, and without Jennie to finish her lines, we might have to cancel it and start from scratch without her or one of you will have to take her place," He explained.

"Sir, are you going to find a trainee to debut and replace her...?" Chaeyoung asked and he shook his head.

"Not anytime soon, none of the trainees so far have the skills or talent or experience like hers to substitute her absence and this will surely tank the reviews and our income, that is why I'm asking you all what you wish to do at this time," YG explained and we pondered.

As we all discuss among ourselves how we're going to finish this comeback or if will just cancel it entirely, I cannot help but feel like I'm being watched, and when I glanced out the window my eyes widened as I saw... Jennie standing on a platform...

She was unrecognizable, her body was skinny to the bone, her eyes were white and her skin was pale like she was a ghost, and was staring directly at me.

"Jichu...? Are you okay?" Lisa asked waving her hand across my face snapping me out of my trance.

"H-Huh?" I stammered as I regained my senses and when I looked out the window all I saw was the cleaner wiping down the windows.

"Is there a problem, Miss Jisoo?" YG asked.

"N-No, sir, I'm fine... Just tired is all..." I nervously replied and he nodded.

"Alright, how about this? I'll leave you all to rest for the day, and by tomorrow you all can come into my office with your final decision, is that okay with you all?" YG asked and we nodded.

As we are dismissed from leaving the YG entertainment building, we head over to the dormitory to gather our thoughts and hopefully my sanity as I feel nothing but dread.

There is much pressure added to us now that Jennie is gone and Rose and Lisa were thinking about splitting the extra work evenly but that will be difficult as fans will feel disappointed about the comeback without her.

That night, my sleep was anything but peaceful, I woke up in a grassy land, and there in front of me was Jennie wearing a white dress and Jungkook wearing a black tuxedo. They were both warmly smiling as if nothing ever happened.

"K-Kookie? Jen? What are you two doing here?" I nervously asked.

"Hello, Jichu... We are waiting for you..." Jungkook spoke but his voice sounded off.

"We are waiting for you Jichu, join us... And you will be free of guilt..." Jennie spoke up.

Without warning, I woke up panting out of breath, I was covered in sweat trying to figure out what I just dreamt of but I didn't get a chance when I heard strange crackling noises like bones cracking.

I looked around, my stomach dropped seeing what appeared to be Jennie in that same white dress walking disfigured to the front entrance.

"J-Jennie... Is that you?" I softly called out as I got out of bed.

Quickly I got dressed in casual attire grabbed a black mask so nobody knows my identity and followed Jennie out of the dorm quietly without waking up Lisa and Chaeyoung.

I followed Jennie around the city which was strangely quiet and desolated as people are superstitious about walking at night, but I can't help wondering why Jennie was walking so awkwardly like some of her bones are broken or worn.

Eventually, she led me to what appeared to be an abandoned mine long forgotten to time.

"Why the hell is she going to a mine...?" I asked myself as I watched her from the distance in the bushes.

All of a sudden, the entrance of the mineshaft was glowing crimson red yet Jennie continued walking but she stopped right at the entrance and came out of what seemed to be what I describe as the gate to hell.

Coming out of the entrance was Jungkook in that same black tuxedo from my dream but his eyes were anything but normal as it was all white, he reached out his hand and Jennie took it before walking together through the mineshaft entrance.

"Dear Lord you are our shepherd and defender please protect me from all evil..." I prayed as I decided it was time to leave.

I continued repeating the prayer all the way back to the city and I saw some planks on the ground and decided to seal off the entrance to the best of my ability.

After the work was done, I ran the hell out of the forest as fast as I could until I reached the safety of the city and the dorm.

What I witness is just something I cannot explain nor could anyone and I do not want to go near that God forsaken mine ever again.

~

Present

Y/N's POV

And that is the end of the story of what the people and the authorities know... However, what Jisoo said in the interview isn't exactly clear and straight-up bullocks to most.

The military dispatched a company of soldiers to investigate the mine and sealed off the area with electric fences and barbed wire to keep everyone out... Or something in.

I don't know what the military is doing at those mineshafts to this day as the reports are all classified and they want nobody going in there.

Jennie and Jungkook were declared dead after their bodies were found but idols do report seeing them at night or in their dreams similar to Jisoo.

Sadly... Those two would not be the only missing victims...

[itmeansiris]

The Solar System Legacy Challenge: Allegations Gen 1 pt.92

CW: language

Kane came back to the table with two coffees in hand. He placed one down in front of Kason.

Det. Hana: Black. One sugar.

Kason picked up the cup and took a long drink, allowing the liquid caffeine to wake his senses. Kane chose the seat across from Kason, scraping the legs against the floor obnoxiously.

Det. Hana: Okay Gratz, start from the beginning.

Kason spent the next 40 minutes giving Hana a play-by-play of the moment he met Paris over a year ago, right up to the supermarket a few hours earlier. Hana stayed silent, sipping his coffee and scribbling notes in his pad. There were moments when Kason would notice Hana raise his eyebrows or some other reaction would involuntarily slip past his carefully constructed mask, before he would catch himself and indifference would settle over his features again. When Kason finished his recap Detective Hana dropped his pen and drummed his fingers on the tabletop before he answered.

Det. Hana: There’s something I find, enthralling, about your story. So Greg, your boss, turned a blind eye to Ms.Amyot’s harassment because of old debts or so you say, but that shouldn't have stopped you from calling the local authorities? The work place harassment would have been enough to report to the police, but when it extended to your home life a range of options opened up. Yet you, nor your wife filed a single complaint. Why?

Kason tried to disguise his sullen look as he leaned towards the arrogant detective trying to appear sturdy and intense, failing when he nearly knocked over the remnants of his coffee. He hurried through his explanation, but it sounded feeble even to his own ears.

Kason: I was dealing with her! When she started involving my wife I reported her to Greg. Mercury and I discussed making a formal complaint, but I was hesitant. Our triplets were just starting preschool, we had an infant and with Mercury’s celebrity status, I was concerned that would make her and the kids a bigger target. Mercury has maintained a reasonably private life here in Brindelton Bay, until Paris. She doesn't want the kids exposed to the media, its part of the reason we moved from the city, so we decided against filing the report. Paris never gave me reason to believe she would be anything more than an annoyance to my family until today.

Det. Hana: Handling her you say I'm sure you were. Well that was foolish and selfish.

He replied with a smirk his tone condescending. Kason however, couldn’t find the humor in the situation.

Kason: Did I miss the joke?

Hana's expression was borderline smug. Kason couldn't decided if Hana enjoyed making other people uncomfortable, or if he knew something Kason didn't.

Det. Hana: The only joke here is that excuse. Instead of worrying about your family's business being posted everywhere, you should have been concerned with keeping them safe. If what you say about Ms.Amyot is true, she displayed dangerous behaviors that you ignored, all to keep your wife's name out of the news. Your family already had a target on their backs, you were merely protecting them from the camera's. Well, after this incident your family's face will be all over Brindelton Bay. Though it seems to me like your wife, didn't get much say in how Ms.Amyot was "Handled" as you put it, yet she got the short end. So what did you truly accomplish?

Kason was stunned by Detective Hana's audacious question, but he'd asked himself the same things. What had he accomplished? What had he actively done to protect his family from Paris? Had it truly been Mercury's image that kept them from going to the police or had it been his own pride? Had his ego forced him to feel like he needed to deal with Paris on his own terms? Each question brought him back to the same conclusion: this was his fault, and he spiraled in silence. When Kason didn't respond Hana changed tactics.

Det. Hana: We had an opportunity to speak with Ms.Amyot. She has a very different recollection of your relationship. She claims you two started dating behind your wife’s back not long after she began working at Bay Robotics Engineering. Said you made it official when the two of you were sent on a business trip together. That was also when you disclosed to her that you were looking to get a divorce quote "She's an entitled brat and doesn't deserve anything she has."

Kason: You're kidding right?

Hana shook his head as his eyes dance with amusement.

Det. Hana: I'm not finished, Mr.Gratz. She also told us about a more recent conversation she claims you had. One about your wife's will. You see, Ms.Amyot isn't denying she attacked your wife, but she is adamant that the two of you planned this together.

Kason visibly blanched, the unexpected accusation was like a punch in the gut, leaving him speechless. Then his face contorted with rage as he uttered.

Kason: Are you suggesting, I helped Paris attempt to murder my wife?!

The smug grin returned to Hana's face, if he smiled any wider, he'd look identical to a Cheshire cat.

Det. Hana: I'm not suggesting anything. I'm just informing you of the allegations being made against you.

Kason: I don't fucking believe this, there's no way the police believe her.

Det. Hana: I personally wouldn't be so sure.

Kason: You bas-

He clamped his teeth down on his tongue, hard. The taste of copper quickly filled his mouth. He collected himself before grounding out his careful response through clenched teeth, his jaw felt as though it might break from the pressure.

Kason: Am. I. under. arrest?

Det. Hana: No, not at the moment. We have no evidence to substantiate any of the claims she's made against you. What we do know, is she attacked your wife and she knows she can't get out of that. So, maybe this is her attempt at trying to distract us with false claims. Or maybe there's some truth to what she's saying. Only time will tell, but take this as your formal warning not to leave Brindelton Bay.

Hana collected his things and pushed back his chair as Kason felt the effects of the caffeine abandon him. He leaned back in his seat, shoulders sagging forward, proof of the tremendous weight he was carrying.

Det. Hana: We have your statement and contact info. When we need something we'll be in touch. Let's go, Adler!

Kason took heed to the fact that he’d said “When” and not “if”. Hana stalked off while Officer Adler idled behind. When they first arrived Hana had call Adler his partner, but it was clear he was being used as more of a security guard. When Hana rounded the corner Adler finally spoke.

Ofc Adler: I'm sorry about Kane. He just made second grade detective, this is his first case as lead, but he's always been this way. His big mouth is going to get him in trouble one of these days. I'm certain he wasn't supposed to tell you any of that stuff according to what Sargent Gordon told us. We were supposed to gather your statement and leave. He won't be happy to hear that Kane's gone off script.

Kason: Sargent Gordon? Conrad Gordon?

Alder: Yeah, that's the Sarg. Do you know him?

Kason: Not well, but we've seen each other around. His son goes to the same elementary school as my kids and I’ve seen him at the Buttercup Pet Clinic his girlfriend is the owner. My wife will only allow Heather and her vet techs to see our cockapoo Comet.

Alder: Well that might make this a little easier. I'll see if I can get him to speak with you or at least suggest he assign someone else to the case. I don't like the way that Kane is handling this.

Before Kason could thank Adler, Kane reappeared.

Det. Hana: Alder, move your ass!

Ofc Adler: Damnit Kane, I'm coming!

As officer Adler left, Kason immediately regretted the way he’d treated him during their first encounter. Adler was clearly a good guy who was going out of his way to help. Kason also didn’t like the way that Hana spoke to Adler, like he was a pet to be commanded. He understood that rank was important in their world, but it shouldn’t outweigh benevolence.

Kason pushed asides thoughts of Adler, allowing his brain to focus solely on the conversation with Hana. Paris had tried to make him out to be her accomplice. The fact that the pretty boy detective; who was clearly on a power trip, seemed to be entertaining her claims, made it worse. This was her grand scheme. She had attacked Mercury and the kids and now she would try to have him charged with aiding and abetting her in an assault against his family. As the magnitude of the accusation sunk in a doctor called out from the waiting area.

Doctor: Family of Mercury Gratz?

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Sidebar: Thank you @abbysimsfun for allowing me to include the Nesbitt-Gordon family. We talked about it sooo long ago, when I first had the thought for this installment of the story. I didn’t know how I was going to introduce them, but you gave me a clear opening with your more recent post. Thank you for writing and sharing your amazing sims with me!

[fuck-customers]

I had a night tonight!! Don't ever work third shift at a gas station guys!!!

Tonight, a guy came in and wanted cigarettes, he dumped this jar of change on the counter and had me count it out. now, it was almost entirely pennies, and going in I already figured that it was not going to be enough. It was a solid four dollars at best, not anywhere near the ten dollars he needed. But I humored him and started counted it anyway. It took way longer than it usually would have because I had to keep pausing it for other customers because I wasn't going to let them wait there for ten minutes or whatever how long this was going to take. And the guy kept messing me up because he kept moving my piles that I counted around so I had to keep recounting it.

The whole time, the guy is telling me he has to do this because his girlfriend took his wallet. He kept calling her all sorts of swears and insults as he paced around where the till is and I'm trying very hard to ignore him and count his money so he'd fucking leave. He didn't have enough, so I told him this, it was about a little under four dollars. He got really mad and said "give me that in change then" well first of all you clearly already have it. And if he wanted to exchange it for bigger dollars and coins, I was not about to open the till and struggle to put all of this in there with him there because let me tell you there is something wrong with him, he was doing all sorts of Joker smiles and he kept grumbling about what he was going to do to his girlfriend and his parents. I didn't catch a lot of it since I was trying to focus on counting and he was grumbling it. But he did say he would take something out on them, do something to them, "imagine what I'm imagining doing to her" and such.

When I told him he didn't have enough and so he couldn't buy these cigarettes, it went out on me now. He called me all sorts of insults and insinuated what he'd do to his girlfriend he'd do to me. I was shaking, I could barely talk, and there were other customers in line now who were being just a little bit useless and didn't step in or even say anything to me after. I had to go sit somewhere. I didn't know what to do. I knew I had to call someone. So I called my mom, first instinct. I know it should've been the police first.

Luckily, literally a half hour later the officer who's a regular showed up, and she's a woman who worked night shift at a gas station once so when I told her this she got serious, her face darkened a bit, and she lectured me about how I should've called the police (I know I should have). And she had me file a report about it and asked me to tell the manager to send her footage of this guy in the morning.

At least I was taken seriously, but the rest of tonight is going to be very long and I'm going to be anxious. If there's an update, I'll send in an update later.

Posted by admin Rodney.

[stalkedbytrains]

Reckonfall Writing Marathon Part Two and Three

Part One||Part Four

part two

"Alright, whatever you do, do it," Melthana said.

"Whatever could you mean?"

"I need to be able to do my job, which includes magic, so give it back, stop eating it."

"Oh, fine. You're not going to like it," Zerinnell responded.

"I'll be the decider on what I do or do not like."

They shrugged and booped Melthana on the nose with one of their long fingers.

"Oh, fuck, why are your hands so sticky, fuck off back into the sea," Melthana complained. "You're not supposed to rub the sucker on your hands."

"I told you that you weren't going to like it."

Melthana continued to groan and rub her now sticky nose as she walked to her desk.

"I love your decoration," Zerinnell commented. "Did you do this all yourself?"

"My citations?" Melthana asked.

"Oh yeah. Do these all by hand?" Zerinnell asked as they once again sat down and put their feet up.

Melthana didn't respond, she just grabbed the case file before they put their boots all over them.

"The letterhead is all wrong and there's no way that you can even be working here if you used a person's liver as a spellcasting component, which you don't even use by the way."

She continued to not respond and to just read through the casefile.

"You're no fun."

"You claim you're here to watch me solve this thing, or not, so do you want me to get to it or what?" Melthana finally snapped.

Zerinnell looked appropriately chastened and went quiet, letting Melthana read.

The crime seemed, well, particularly bad. Three bodies, clear evidence of prolonged and brutal torture, along with suggestions that the trio had tried to claw through the solid rock walls of the basement where they found.

part three

Melthana was quiet for a long moment as she diligently read through the entire file.

When she stood up, Zerinnell stood up with her. "What?"

"I'm going to the scene. I have to actually, you know, detect."

"Oh, exciting! I get to see you work."

Melthana shook her head and made a prayer to some Dead God of Reckonfall that she recieved the strength to not beat the hell out of Zerinnell.

Once again, Melthana drove like a bat escaping hell, and made it all the way across town in less time than it should have.

The house was large, made of stone, which was already a bad sign.

"Oh nice, stone house. Don't see those too often."

"Yeah because anything dug up in Reckonfall returns to Reckonfall eventually. It's the nature of the Dead Lands and therefore very unadvisible to build a house of this material."

"I did not know that."

Melthana shoved her hands in her pockets as she walked into the sealed off crime scene. A uniformed police officer held the door open for her.

"Hmm, good," she muttered.

"What?" Zerinnell asked.

"Don't eat the magic here," she called out as she worked her way towards the basement. "They warded the house so that it won't collapse in on our heads."

"Oh, right. Yeah."

The basement was a horror.

Three men had been eviscerated. There was blood all over the stone work and dirt floor. But even just looking at it, Melthana could tell that it all happened at different times.

"That's not good," Melthana said.

"Fucking waves of hell," Zerinnell muttered as they entered behind her. "I can feel your magic growing Felix. Should I be concerned?"

"Probably, but not for the reasons you think," Melthana said as she carefully walked through the horrific crime scene, observing. "I wasn't here before, my magic doesn't work that way. It's literally green fire, I have to take in or use the fear when I encounter it. I can't just save it for later. So count that as part of my alibi, I guess."

"Then why am I concerned?"

"Because I've seen something like this before."

"Oh really."

"Not like that. There was a fear cult that was operating under part of the west side about two years back. There's files and reports and everything on it. You might remember it. Everyone got super paranoid and crazy for about 48 hours. The problem was that this cult was basically operating under my apartment, and it made me stupidly power, basically drunk on magic. So arresting them was actually super easy."

"So you're suggesting that this is going to be easy?"

"Oh no, not even a little bit. There's still risidual fear here. There's... fear etched on the walls. That's bad. And the paranoia demon summoners were idiots with bad luck. This... this is something much more... professional. Thorough. Evil."

"That doesn't make me feel good."

"It shouldn't. This is going to be bad."

For the next few hours Melthana investigated the crime scene. There was a lot to look at, to go over, to discover, and none of it was pleasant or easy.

But by the time she was done looking over the crime scene she had a few theories, and the uniformed officers managed to get identities for the dead.

"What are you thinking?" Zerinnell asked after being almost entirely silent the whole time.

Melthana didn't say anything but walked out of the house and into the fresh air.

"I think that we're going to have a problem. It seems that this cult kidnapped and tortured three adult men to drink in their fear. They did this as part of some kind of summoning ritual. I can't tell what they were trying to summon, they did too good of a job of obscuring it. So this is likely going to continue. And I don't really have any ideas of who might be doing this."

"I mean I've got an idea."

"Fuck you too."

"Where are you going now?" Zerinnell asked.

"I'm going to have some officers go to the families to do the next of kin notifications. And try to get some information."

"You're not going to do it?"

"I have fear magic, I'm literally the worst person to do next of kin notifications. Fear and grief are pretty close. Especially in that moment before the information is officially relayed. I don't want to be sitting there like a satiated bear."

"Fair enough. Doesn't not prove that you're not the one responsible."

"What?"

"Nevermind."

"No. I'm going to see a friend of mine. See if he can't relay something helpful."

"You have friends?"

"I thought you knew everything about me."

"I'm allowed to still be surprised."

Melthana rolled her eyes and took out her phone. "Hey, Luke, you got some time to see me? Yeah. Work related problem. I'm bringing a work related annoyance with me, so this time have your shirt on."

Zerinnell gave Melthana a look.

"What now?"

"Nothing. Just can't help but notice you're warning and informing your friend what was going on without really saying."

"Yeah, absolutely that. And not because I don't want to walk in on him fucking his girlfriend again."

"It can be two things at once."

"We can meet him in an hour. He's got a 'client' thing."

"Fucking his girlfriend?"

"I mean... probably, but you can never really tell. Might actually be a client thing."

i have a kofi if you like these things

[nesiacha]

Excerpt from Lenotre on the deportations of the Jacobins in his book "the terrorists"

I have already spoken to you a little about the consequences for the Jacobins following the attack on rue de Nicaisne perpetrated by royalists here https://www.tumblr.com/nesiacha/756533326215528448/the-jacobins-executed-by-bonaparte?source=share (more precisely about the Jacobins executed under Bonaparte although I briefly spoke about the deportees) Lenôtre is very questionable, moreover if I am not mistaken he says that Bernard Medge died in deportation when he was executed by Bonaparte among others. I didn't have time to read everything but I'll give you an extract that caught my attention This plea reached Paris in the autumn of 1804 and was filed in the ministry's archives, where it can still be found today. Nothing about it circulated among the public, who, at that time, had far more entertaining concerns than the old story of the deportees of Nivôse. Indeed, it was the time when the Republic, transformed into an Empire, was preparing to receive the Pope, summoned from Rome to crown the triumphant Caesar.

Yet, in Paris, there were a few who constantly thought of the exiled of Mahé: their wives, most of whom, left without support, lived in extreme poverty. The mothers were the most unfortunate, and, if one cannot feel pity for the exiles themselves, the desperate situation of these poor women certainly evokes great compassion! How many of them were innocent of their husbands' mistakes and crimes; how many were even unaware that, ten or twelve years earlier, their husbands had compromised themselves—out of foolishness, recklessness, or greed for loot—during the bloody days of the Revolution?

It has already been mentioned how the deportees' files are filled with heartbreaking pleas: they come from desperate wives or mothers who seem ready to do anything to save the one who provides for them. They begged neighbors, suppliers, to testify in favor of their fellow citizens, so wise, so orderly, such a good father and husband. For the most part, these petitions came too late; too many precious hours were wasted trying to find the obliging neighbor who would draft the plea, the public writer who would copy it, the devoted friend who would deliver it! After an agonizing wait, nothing was received except a dry response: "Nothing to be done; he is gone." And since then, absolute silence. Letters from the deportees do not reach Paris; they do not make it past the Isle of France, where supporters of the "Malavoix faction" intercept, read, and suppress them.

Thus, deprived of any news, the poor women became frantic: a police report from September 1803 states that "the wife of deportee Dufour, residing on Rue Papillon, stands out for the boldness of her remarks; she is a true fury; she is constantly running between brothers and friends; she openly proclaims the imminent successes of the Jacobins. This woman was once involved in Babeuf's conspiracy; it was at her home that most of the meetings were held" (the quote is from Aulard Cons, ulate, September 19, 1803).

Well I would not speculate on the crime part of the Jacobins given that they have nothing to do with Nicaisne or other attacks it is absurd. But what concerns me is the case of the revolutionary journey of the Dufour wife ( her husband was dead in Mahé in 1802 she didn't know yet). I would really like to know more about her, this excerpt of text made her fascinating.

[theressomethinghappeninginparis]

All I can tell you about the next rooms I've been in is that I'm glad someone, probably Trent, was here before me. He could have cleaned up if you ask me, I haven't eaten enough to throw up, I just rush through the rooms and almost run in hopes of finding a safer place. Everything here is dead, sliced up, shot, or mutilated. I found a first aid box and took some painkilers and gauze bandage in case I accidentally hurt myself on anything here, literally no space in here that looks comforting and safe.

Transcript of the first page: This gummy cell had a dead guy inside, lying in his own blood. He had a number on his back- there were so many people down here, I wonder how no one started missing them? Or was someone looking for their friend, their relative? They had corpses in the morgue, laying on a metal table. It was freezing in there and creepy as fuck. The blood was dried and I didn't dare stepping in further.

Transcript of the second page: Further on I found dead inmate and a soldier(?). Someone want amok in here. Or did someone start an outbreak and thus the police or a private security group was involved? There was also a room with tubes similar to the ones I've seen before. But the things swimming in there were men(?) and I think there were horns(?) on him...ist this one of the nephilim I heard being talked about? Are these poor inamtes stripped of their souls and used as bodies for the nephilim? I wish I knew. Or. Think of it. I'm glad I don't.

Transcript of the third page: I came even deeper into the complex, downstairs, and I found this. I'm not sure what it is, it is hanging above a pit I couldn't look into. It's so deep into the ground I can't believe it's part of the sanitarium in the first place. When I went up a ladder, I saw this open door- I think due to the electricity that someone cut someone or something escaped. Let's hope it's not the Proto? What else could they have been keeping down here?

Transcript of the fourth page: My fake Strahov-pass got me into the files on the pc I found in a lab. I had to shove...the scientist a bit to the left. They talk about inmate number 42 and his medical record. They put him through so much, but why? There are mentions of "Proto cells", if this is the angel of death the inmate talked about? The horns I saw on the bodies of the bodies in the tubes were non-human. Not completely. If this really is the "Proto Nephilim" I pverhearf on the conversation, what would they do with its cells? I have an assumption, but I need more research. I think they want to revive the Nephilim with human beings...yeah what the hell.

Transcript of the fifth, sixth, and seventh page: Here's some papers I got for inmate number 42. I printed these out to take them with me. Does anyone know what is going on here? The man is named Hassan Ahmed Emin, and the doctor writing this is Melinda Everst. He speaks Turkish and needed a translator here. He reports restlessness, stress due to driving at night, fear of darkness, and feelings of loneliness. He has two allergies and then they list hsi current medications. They talk about giving him Proto cells, metallurgy on his hed, a lobotomy, Christ all this is so insane. So Eckhardt's fanclub is taking reandom people no one's missing and trying to revive the Nephilim so he can finally stay immortal? He is a rather skinny man and lost his weight in here. His history also includes seizures and neuropathy; lots of bone problems, and mental illnesses. His reports on his quality of life are high, but his emotional and physical well being is low.

I am continueing my walk through this mess and it's getting colder. I hope I'll come across a living non-hostile person soon, the loneliness is really creeping into me. There's another lab I can go in, but right now I'm resting again, hiding in a cell with a shelf I shoved in front. I really need this- this institute to have an end, I need some sunrays and, at some point, my old life back.

[saanphoenix]

I have a story to tell. The conclusion has not yet happened, but it's some funny shit.

So, Monday night at 8p, I dropped my car off at a person's private shop in the town I used to live in. It was showing symptoms of a cracked head gasket and also--because I checked oil as well--had very little oil in it. I had bought product to address these issues from the AutoZone I had parked behind when my engine started "idling violently", as I would put it, whenever I was stopped at a light. However, I didn't use them because this person had told me to drop it off at his shop so he could check it in the morning.

My car was not there in the morning, at 6:30a. What was there was a 1999 Ford Expedition with the keys still in the ignition. And so the son of the shop owner took pictures of said vehicle, including tags, to send to his father all, "Who dis?" They did not know who dat was. They did, however incorrectly, think that I knew who it was. And that that person had come to collect my car.

Shortly thereafter, the Expedition vanished as well, presumably reacquired by the fucker who stole my car.

"Did you leave the keys--" In the car for the shop owner to be able to use them come morn? Yes. There were other cars on the lot that had keys in them, as well. I guess mine just looked cooler.

We're informed that my car is gone at 1p. We rush to that town's police department and file a report. Yada yada. And because I am able to give the police the fucker's tags, I get to overhear the man's name for whom the Expedition is registered to. I tell everyone I know, as well as give them pictures of his and my vehicle, while the police go to two separate houses the man is associated with and also suspect another guy he knows that runs a "shady car business" in the town over.

Because my car had a potentially fucked head gasket and practically no oil in it--my oil light don't work good, leave me alone--we suspect it DID NOT go far, and drive towards the town of the "shady car business" as well as another town...which my father discovered was where Criminal was trying to sell...the Ford Expedition...he was driving around committing crimes in. Alas, my car was not on the side of the road.

The following day, Wednesday, a former coworker texts me and says he saw the Expedition. Gave me the location where it was driving around--a stone's throw from where the shop they stole mine from is--and gave me a vague physical description of who was driving. White guy with a beard and a woman, both of whom "look pretty rough."

I already know from the cops that Criminal is a meth head. I don't need to wonder why they look rough. And I also don't need to wonder too hard about why they stole my car. The people I know who've been on meth, for some unknown reason to my drug-free ass, loved to steal anything they thought was worth something. And hoard those things. Until they thought the cops couldn't find them. And then they'd sell those things to, shocker, get more meth.

Anyway, having been told where the vehicle was hanging around, I surmise that these fuckers either live very near the shop my car was stolen from, or their drug dealer does, and that my car's chances of still being in that town are very high.

Because these meth heads are really fucking stupid. I may leave my keys in my car for a shopkeep, but I don't leave my vehicle at the scene of the crime I have just committed in broad daylight. And I certainly don't return for that vehicle, which is sitting on private property, and assume that no one has noticed it being there. Or taken pictures of it and its tags.

👍

But I also don't steal cars FROM AN AUTO SHOP, WHERE VEHICLES GO TO GET REPAIRED, AND EXPECT TO MAKE IT VERY FAR IN THEM.

👍👍👍👍

Thursday! At this point, I have a small army of coworkers and our store's vendors BOLO-ing my car with precise instructions to immediately call the police if they see a BRIGHT ORANGE Grand Am GT anywhere. There is exactly one of those in the city it was lost in. (Again, brilliant choice by the thieves.) And I go to a used car lot, and then the bank, to try and purchase a very pretty blue 2018 Hyundai Elantra. I shall have it on Monday.

Thursday night, the shop owner informs us that...Genius Criminal is STILL trying to sell/trade his Ford Expedition. The one that they used while stealing my car. And left at a crime scene for more than an hour. And I have a very sneaking suspicion that the police did, in fact, read the email I sent them showing the Buy, Sell, or Trade ad for said vehicle under the guy's name. Because shop owner didn't know about it. But the police did. And they got with the shop owner to do a sting operation to offer to meet this guy and "trade" him a car...while they follow him. Today. Friday.

So, yeah. That's how my week has gone. Hopefully they find my car and it's in one piece. Regardless, Criminal is about to have a bad time. And alls I can say is: Don't steal from me. If I'd gotten that Elantra yesterday, I would have found that fucker before the cops did. Hell, I went on Google Maps a bit last night for the road the Expedition was seen on to see if I could find it parked in a driveway.

I have a particular set of fucking skills, mate. One of them is hyperfocus, and you have my attention, boy.

[atimeofyourlife]

I'll make you safe

day 22 | rated: m | wc: 1060 | prompts: BLEEDING THROUGH BANDAGES | Tourniquet | Reopening Wounds | "Oh that's not good." | cw: DV, aftermath of DV (see ao3 notes for details) | ao3 A domestic violence call to a hotel hits a bit too close to home for Buck. (Canon divergent, set around the start of s2)

The call to a hotel for a suspected domestic violence incident wasn't easy. They'd arrived at the hotel right after Athena and the other team of officers, following them into the front desk to hear what happened to spur the call.

"We've had a few reports from neighboring rooms about some shouting between the couple. We had staff go to check on them, but both claimed everything was okay. This morning there were a number of reports about loud arguing, screams, and sounds of someone or something being hit. We did see him leave, but she is still in the room." The manager explained. "He is a doctor, and we believe he is in the area for a medical conference."

"What are the names on file?" Athena asked. "And is there any information about where they're from."

"Just give me a moment." The manager tapped a few things into his computer. "It's under Dr and Mrs Kendall. The profile information shows they are from Hershey, Pennsylvania."

"I'm going to kill him." Buck muttered, pulling his phone out.

"Buck-" Bobby warned as Buck stepped forward, but was ignored.

"Is this Mrs Kendall?" He asked, showing a photo on his phone to the manager.

"Yes. Yes, that is Mrs Kendall."

"Buck, you know her?" Athena asked, pulling his phone towards her so she could see the picture.

"She's my sister." Buck replied, his voice quiet and laced with pain. "I didn't know they were in LA. I. I haven't even heard from Maddie in three years."

"We'll help her, Buck." Athena promised.

Buck mostly zoned out while the plan was made. Thinking about Maddie and what Doug must have put her through.

"Buck." He startled slightly when Athena spoke to him. "Were you aware of any issues between your sister and her husband?"

"I. I never liked Doug. There was always something about him that put me off, right from when Maddie first brought him home when I was ten or eleven. I knew he was controlling, but I didn't know for certain that he was hurting her. I tried to get her to leave with me, but she said she couldn't."

"Okay. We're going to go up there now. The manager has given us a key card. I want you to knock on the door and speak first, she might respond better if it's a voice she knows and trusts." Athena explained.

"Okay." Buck just followed their lead and was silent on the way up. Terrified of what they were about to find.

"We've got you, Buck." Chimney said, patting the younger man on the shoulder. "We're here for you and your sister, no matter what."

"You should prepare yourself for the worst. What we see on the other side of that door might not be pretty."

Buck nodded and stepped up to the door. He knocked on the door in a quick pattern, one that had been muscle memory since he was a kid. The secret knock he and Maddie had when he was little, so they could get each others attention with out alerting their parents. Then he called out. "LAFD."

They all listened for any response. After a few seconds they heard a pained whimper.

"Maddie, is that you?" Buck called, resting his head against the door.

"Evan?" Came the quiet response from inside the room.

"Yeah, Maddie. It's me." Buck replied.

"Ask if she's alone?" Athena whispered to him.

"Maddie, are you alone in there? Or is there someone with you?"

"I'm alone." She called back.

"Can you open the door for me?"

"No." Her voice cracked, pain evident in her words. "I can't move."

"Okay. Maddie, I have my team, the 118, with me, as well as some police officers. There is one I trust beyond anything else, her name is Sergeant Athena Grant. We have a key card from the front desk, can we come in?" He asked, not wanting to do anything that would startle her.

"Please." The quiet response came, a whimper at the end of it.

Athena quickly tapped the key card and opened the door. Buck was first into the room.

"Maddie?" He called, eyes darting around. She was on the floor near the bed, covered in bruises.

"Buck, just be careful not to touch anything. We need to preserve the room for evidence." Athena said from behind him, before speaking into her radio, presumably putting out a BOLO for Doug.

"Oh, Maddie." Buck whispered, falling to his knees by her, taking in her injuries. She looked broken. The thing that concerned him the most was the makeshift bandages around her abdomen, specifically where she was bleeding through them. "Hen." He shouted, knowing that skill above his EMT training was needed. He would have called for Chimney as well, but he was unsure of how Maddie would react to an unfamiliar man at this point.

"Let me through, Buck." Hen said quietly, slipping in with the medical bag.

"Maddie, this is Hen. She's one of the best paramedics. She's going to take care of you, okay?" Buck introduced them. Letting Hen take charge of assessing Maddie.

"Hi, Maddie." Hen said softly. "One thing we are going to have to do is share stories about your little brother there. Oh, I bet he was trouble growing up."

"Always." Maddie replied with an approximation of a smile.

"You mean never." Buck retorted, handing supplies to Hen as she needed them.

When it came time to move Maddie, it was difficult. Buck and Hen couldn't transfer her onto a backboard alone, and Maddie tensed up when Bobby and Chimney came closer.

"Maddie, it's okay. They're safe. This is Chimney- that's a long story and I'll explain later- he's a paramedic and can be a bit of a pain in the ass-" Buck said.

"You're one to talk." Chimney grumbled.

"And he thinks he's funny." Buck continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. "And this is Bobby. He's my Captain, one of the best people I've ever met. He's even teaching me how to cook."

"We'll take care of you, Maddie. Family of Buck is family of ours."

They got her onto the backboard and onto the gurney. Buck clinging to her hand the whole way down to the ambulance. Anything could happen from then on, but at least they had people on their side.

[lmanberg]

I do think he did a pretty good job disproving amanda, which is not that hard since she didn't have a lot of proof anyway.. the whole police thing is something too idk

He removed messages from the Snapchat receipts and someone else called that police station and they told them that they’re not allowed to give any info about a police report to anyone except the person who filed it so they wouldn’t have told Dream anything that he showed “them” saying in the video

[bawlbrayker]

I was lucky enough to see the outline of this artwork before it was completed, and I had 1000 thoughts of the story behind it 🤔

When I sat down to write, I was watching Season 11, and this was the end result 😅

Back to Back, they faced each other

(655 words, under the cut)

“I can’t fucking believe that your fucking family are doing this to us again!” Ian spat. “Bad enough they mugged us the first time, now these motherfuckers are trying it again?”

“Don't try to blame this shit on me, Bitch”, Mickey ground out. “Lou has had it in for you since you made fun of his shitty tattoos at Thanksgiving last year.”

“Who the fuck gets their own name tattooed on themselves? Fucking narcissistic pussy ass bitch. But I’m pretty sure he’s more mad at you for stealing this gun and giving it to me for Christmas.”

“There is no proof that it's the same gun! He did a shitty job of filing off the serial numbers, so I tidied it up and figured it was a great gift - better than them using it to play fucking Russian Roulette and getting the sidewalk all brainy and shit. Not that that asshole has much brain to spread!”

“Yeah, well you taunting him and suggesting that he report the stolen gun to the police wasn’t your greatest idea, Mick.”

“Oh yeah? Well you suggesting that he tattoo ‘ise’ on his other hand so he could double fist his cock and say his girlfriend fucked him last night was pointless because no-one would believe his pin dick needed more than 2 fingers and a thumb didnt exactly improve his mood, Ian!”

Lou and his goons stood before them, guns fisted tightly in their hands, slack jawed at the scene in front of them.

“Would you two please shut the fuck up and hand over the cash?” Lou demanded, eyes flickering between the two men who were back to back, with their own guns drawn.

“Shut the fuck up, Lou!” Ian and Mickey say in unison. Mickey glances over his shoulder, smirking at his red head, eye twitching and a small shudder rushing down his neck as he catches sight of the hideous tattoo on Ian’s shoulder.

Lou falters slightly, elbow dropping as he lowers his gun, aiming at Ian’s crotch. “I said hand over the money! I will shoot your dick off!” 

Mickey rolls his eyes. “You wouldn’t get a fuckin’ marksmans medal for hittin’ that huge target, brainiac.”

“Mick, can you please stop talking about how big his dick is? We heard enough about it when you got drunk last Thanksgiving. My girlfriend is still  talking about it” Lou pleaded. “Just give us the money and we can all go about our day.”

“One, I will never stop talking about how big his dick is, it takes a real man to take that donkey-dick up the shitter, and two, its Saturday, asshole. We aren’t delivering today. Do we look like we’re workin’?”

Lou’s eyes flicker over the pair, taking in their tank tops, shorts and flip flops, his hand holding the gun swinging down to his side in defeat.

“Saturday?” Lou looks around, looks at his bare wrist where a watch would sit on anyone else, then glances up at the sky. “I thought it was Thursday?”

“Jesus fuck, Lou. I know someone pissed in your gene pool, but if you were half as smart as you think you are, you’d be twice as smart as you really are.”

Ian snickers, lowering his gun and turning to sling an arm over Mickey’s sweaty shoulder. “C’mon Babe, let's go. I promised Carl that I wouldn't let you shoot anyone in broad daylight. I didn't say anything about me shooting anyone though.”

Mickey slips his hand around Ian’s waist, resting his thumb inside the waistband of his shorts. “Bye Lou.” He calls over his shoulder. “I’d say it was good to see you, but it wasn’t.” 

Lou looks down at his feet, pretending that he can't hear the snickering of his goons. He waits until the two men are out of earshot, and mutters “Fuckin’ Mickey. Imma throw his car keys on top of the refrigerator next time I see him.”

So, after a rather long downtime during which I was struggling with the effects of Covid, I'm finally back to creating again ♥ You all may notice that I've decided to change my style a bit, particularly my color palette. I hope it looks as good as it did before :)

[randomdancingwhore]

The Female of the Species - JJ Maybank x Bimbo! Reader

Summary: Peterkin and Shoupe have to deal with a couple of frequent fliers, namely JJ and Y/N.

Request: “Can you please do JJ Maybank x bimbo reader” (Anonymous)

Warnings: Kissing. Reader is an airhead. No beta read.

JJ's plan was simple, in and out. All he had to do was distract the store clerk, pocket the goods, and walk away.

But nothing was ever that simple.

A customer had seen what was going on and didn't hesitate to tell someone. That's how he ended up here, across from Sheriff Peterkin in one of the small questioning rooms of the Kildare County police station.

"Now, why don't you explain to me what happened here, Maybank?" The Sheriff said as she leaned on the table.

"I was in the store, and it just so happened to fall in my pocket" JJ shrugged coolly.

"Really? You were just randomly in a women's jewellery store, and those earrings magically fell inside your pocket?"

"I wouldn't say 'magically,' but the rest sounds about right," he says. "We done here, sheriff?"

"You're telling me this has nothing to do with that little girlfriend of yours? the L/N girl?"

"You think she put me up to this?"

"No, I don't think 'Thing 2' would even know how. What I think happened is that you wanted to give your little lady something special, a pretty pair of earrings maybe."

"Nah, that's not what happened" That's precisely what happened.

"Is that so?" Peterkin quirked a brow.

The young couple had a fight two days ago and hadn't spoken since.

Feeling bad about it and wanting to do something to show how sorry he was, JJ remembered a pair of earrings that Y/N had wanted ever since she saw some kook wearing them.

The problem was that those earrings would take months to save up for, and he couldn't wait that long to get her back.

...................

In another questioning room sat Shoupe, staring at a teenaged girl wearing a grandma wig and round glasses.

"What am I looking at here, Y/N?" He asked her.

"Me, duh," she said matter-of-factly.

Shoupe let out a sigh. Every time Y/N or her boyfriend stepped into the station, which was often, the cops drew straws on who had to deal with them, and this time, Shoupe and Peterkin came up short.

"Okay, let's take a look at this report" He opened a file. "It says here that 'a female, minor dressed like an elderly woman walked into a surf shop and attempted to hide an entire surfboard under her large granny dress'. Is that what happened?"

The girls' plan had been simple; walk into the shop dressed like Madea so she would have enough room under her dress to hide the board.

But of course, some nosy workers had to run their mouths.

"I'm like not admitting to anything," she said, checking her nails.

"That Maybank kid put you up to it?"

"Of course not, JJ is totes innocent."

"I wouldn't go that far. You wanna go to jail, Y/N?"

"Ew, no"

"Then just tell me why your boyfriend wanted you to steal the board, 'cus I know damn well you didn't come up with this on your own"

"And what's that supposed to mean?"

"That JJ Maybank is trouble and you're not exactly the brains of the operation."

Y/N wasn't really offended with that last part the officer's statement. After all, she didn't actually come up with the plan. She got the idea from a cartoon she had been watching.

JJ was always the smart one between them, and according to her, he always had the best plans.

And yes, you read that right; JJ was the smart one in the relationship.

"You know what? I like want my lawyer, rn."Y/N huffed

...............

The police had to let the teens go since they both never actually left the stores with anything.

JJ was just about to step out of the station when Y/N called out to him.

"Baby!" She yelled, walking over.

He turned around; a look of confusion crossed his face when he noticed her get-up. Y/N saw this and concluded he didn't recognize her because of the disguise

She took off the wig "Omg, don't worry, it's just me."

JJ was positively beaming to see her. As always, she was her authentically silly self. "What are you doing here, babe?" He pulled her into a bear hug.

"The cops like tried to arrest me for stealing a surfboard or whatever. You know that one you said you like really wanted," she stated

His heart warmed. He wanted to articulate exactly how Y/N made him feel, how he loved being around her, how she made him feel like he mattered and how much he hated being at odds with her, but instead, all he could say was,

"You're so fucking hot," obviously not caring that she was dressed like their English teacher.

He didn't stop himself from bringing his lips down on hers and beginning a very intense make-out session in front of everyone.

This went on for a whole two minutes before Peterkin got rid of them.

"If those two aren't the same species of idiot…" she told Shoupe as they watched the teenagers leave.

"L/N's about ten times worse," he challenged

"You know what they say about us girls; we always do it better."

[darlingkelsie]

Part 1 Act 1 of Piggy x Reader Story: Prologue

WARNING: Violence, Gore, Possible Cussing, Mention of Substance Abuse, Death, ect.

Authors note: Y/n- Your Name, L/n- Your Last Name, H/c- Your Hair Colour,

I do not own any of these characters, they are all from a video game on Roblox called, "Piggy"

I also tried to keep it as gender-neutral as possible but at times I think I resorted to she/her pronouns.

Hope you enjoy part one!

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It was a normal day in the North Police Station. It was busy like always. Work from different cases began flooding in from all over town. Officers running pass one another trying to get to a report or just their office. The only one who wasn't running was the Chief, Parker Polar. He was strutting over to detective, Y/n L/n's office with a pep in his step.

Once he got to the young detectives office, he politely knocked before opening the door.

"You got a new cas-" Before he could finished he was interrupted by a snore. The cause of the snore was a sleeping Y/n resting her head on a bunch of papers scrambled all over her desk.

"..... Y/N!" He shouted with an anger tone. Startling the sleeping h/c, causing her to jump out of the chair, standing with a salute.

"Sir!" Y/n exclaimed, awkwardly trying to fix her desk. "Wh.. uh.. What can I do for you?"

"You got a new case, a messing person." Polar said handing her the file.

"Who's gone missing?" Y/n asked flipping through the file.

"Gregory Porker, a 6 year old boy."

"What's so important about this case that it was brought to me?" she blurted out meaning to keep it in her mind.

Polar looked at her with a displeased look.

"If you don't want it then I'll give it to someone else." He said leaning to grab the file.

"No! I-uh.. Didn't mean it like that! I just was confused about you giving me the case, was he kidnapped or something?" Y/n scratched her head.

Polar was silent for a moment, hesitant about what he was going to say next.

"Possibly.... This case is an odd one."

"How odd?"

"His teacher called it in, saying he was supposed to meet her for torturing, which she says he never messes. She said the last time she saw him he was being picked up by his Mother, Peggy Porker, he was supposed to met with her the next day. We tried calling the family. Asking them to come in to talk, just to make sure the kid is okay... but they haven't responded. It's giving me a bad feeling. Which is why I want you to go over to their house to see if anything is happening. Can you do that?"

"Yeah I can do that!" Y/n exclaimed searching for the keys on the mess of a desk.

"Report if anything happens." Polar states while standing up.

"Gotcha!" She replies finally finding her keys. With her keys in hand she runs pass the chief to the door of her office.

"and Y/n?" Polar glances over his shoulder with a cold glare. Causing Y/n to stop and look at him.

"Yeah?"

"Don't ever sleep on the job again."

His dark tone caused a shiver to run down her spine. Brushing off her chills, she runs out of her office, shoving pass the other officers trying her best to exit. Accidentally pushing someone over ever so often.

"Y/n!" Someone behind her yells, grabbing her arm. She turns around to see her best friend and coworker, Danny Shepard. He helped her with some big cases a few years back. Though, they didn't see eye to eye with if the person deserved their punishment. Luckily, they pushed past that.

"Oh, Hey Danny!"

"What's the rush? You got a good case?"

"Yeah a good one, do you? Maybe you can help me!"

"Aww man, I already have one. Another one of those weird break ins. Y'know the ones where its a break in, but nothing is stolen?"

"Oh yeah, those ones! Sweet, they are really odd. But I gotta go can't let this one be to long, it's a missing boy."

"Oh, that's sad.. well um okay, bye!" And with that Danny was off with a skip in his step like always.

Y/n ran out to elevator to go to the parking lot. Once she arrived to the parking lot she looked for her police car. After identifying her car she hopped in and started the engine.

And with a press to the accelerator Y/n was off to the Porker's home.

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[r0-boat]

Hi this is my first time requesting for this blog but I really love all the stuff that people including yourself write. I wanted to request a fluff piece about the reader getting transported to the pokemon universe and all the people and pokemon becoming a found family with the reader. I'll only request that Nanu is apart of it since I don't see a lot of stuff for him but anyone else is up to you. If not thanks for brightening my day anyway.

Oh God, this got so long I'm sorry your Faller!mc idea just fascinates me!

I saw this as a slow burn story but I sped it up

An ultra Wormhole tore open the sky but this time instead of an ultra Beast a human fell from the wormhole and onto the warm alolan sand.

Nanu just so happened to be "patrolling" the area with a shopping bag full of Pokemon cat food when he sees a person in the sand his officer training takes in and he dropped his bag to see if you were still breathing

You are carried back to the police station and while you were laying on the couch as Nanu scours police files, for something pertaining to you maybe family members or id showing that you are a citizen of a region...

..Nothing...

Now nanu is aware of the faller phenomenon he has been told by Looker to keep an eye out and report to him if anything happens...

as Nana was on the phone. His meowth and Persian but at this point gathered around you sniffing and pawing at you.

You move in your sleep eyes slowly opening... the first thing that you see is a Meowth staring directly at you. You quickly jump awake scaring the Pokemon away from you.

Nanu notices you're awake and walks over to you " I saw you were in the sand, that was a pretty nasty fall are you okay?" You, Looker, confused still staring at the meowth inching away as it comes closer. " what you saw a Pokemon before?"

"A-a what?"

....

According to Looker and prof. Burnet, you were a faller but different than the rest they have seen. Other faller knew what Pokemon were. You didn't. You looked at these creatures as if they were alien to you because they were.

Prof. Burnet hypothesizes that you came from a world that probably didn't have Pokemon. That hypothesis was correct when they took a DNA sample with you

Everything in your genes looked human except for one DNA strand that set you different from everybody else...

" w-will I ever go home?"

You asked Burnet your eyes welling with tears.

... " unfortunately we have never found a way to bring back our previous fallers from their original dimensions."

That broke you.

Looker took you out of the room to comfort you.

Leaving Burnett and Nanu alone

" officer Nanu this is a large request but..."

"I'll do it"

"This - wait what seriously?!"

" they're not a kid I'm only here to give them shelter and a safe place to sleep."

....

It's been a while since you've been living with officer Nanu, his niece comes around every now and then to listen to memories of your old life( fuzzy but some parts you still recall)

Occasionally you help nanu with housework and chores.

You are still terrified of Pokemon occasionally you would get little glimpses of what Pokémon could really do on TV...

You are still obligated for a weekly to monthly check up with Professor burnet. Not only to see how you're doing but but also study this new world with no Pokemon.

To help with your Pokemon phobia kakui gave you a job at the Pokemon School.

The students loved you Pokemon was apparent but they were eager to help. The teachers would smile at recess watching the children gather around as you answer their questions like "how would your world would be able to live without Pokemon?"

You don't know why you feel this way started to feel more comforting to you than fear and confusion.

All the

suddenly this felt familiar to you, listening to the lessons and watching documentaries about how these creatures interact with their environment made you remember long car loads as a kid staring down at a screen.... Or sitting down and watching Saturday cartoons.

That moment acerola will never forget when you took her to the beach and saw you gently booped a pyukumuku.

the children put together a "graduation" where you pick your first Pokemon.

Kakui put three pokeballs on the table.

" now I brought these Pokemon here from another region, hoping to study them but I think you deserve one... you're always such a great and diligent worker and not only that to eager to learn somebody who has never seen the Pokemon before."

He pressed the button on each ball opening the capsules

Revealing to you your choices

A green cat, a red reptile, and a Blue Duck

" I think these Pokemon are perfect for you, they are new to you as you are to them. Their names are-"

Something unlocks within your brain your body moves on its own

" Sprigatito Fuecoco and Quaxly..."

[masked-disciple]

Oh, you noticed my ramblings. Yeah, in AAI2 you get to play as Greg for half of I2-3 (it's the longest case in the entire series, with a speedrun playthrough of like 30 hours, for good reason); and he spends a lot of time thinking about Miles and wanting to show him all the cool stuff and worrying about him.

The thing is - and you have to sort of really think about it to notice it - is that DL-6 straight up doesn't make that much sense. Like, put the timeline in order here:

MvK gets a penalty for IS-7 by using a forged autopsy report. Wanders around in a daze after the trial for five hours.

Meanwhile, Greg gets in the elevator with Yogi and Miles (Ray went on ahead, presumably because he did not have to fill out a bunch of paperwork), there is an earthquake, they're stuck in there for five hours, Yogi eventually loses it from oxygen deprivation, starts a fight, and the whole thing happens.

Somehow, neither Greg nor Yogi thought to take the gun and shoot a hole in the window, which would give them air. (This is honestly as implausible as the elevator being airtight in the first place, so it's annoying but we deal with it for plot reasons.)

Greg fights him off, Miles throws the gun, shoots MvK with it, they all pass out, the elevator opens, and MvK immediately shoots Greg. This all happens within like five minutes. (It's a bit implausible to think MvK just stood there with a hole in his shoulder for longer than that.) He then rolls a nat 20 on a stealthy escape, somehow.

The IS-7 trial took a full year, because this was before the three-day limit. It's not specified how long the DL-6 trial went on for, or who Miles was living with until it was resolved.

Gregory was a semi-famous private defense attorney who just defended a reasonably-famous TV personality. It stretches belief that his murder went unnoticed by the press. People are watching for the outcome of DL-6, and given that Gregory's more than heard rumours of MvK, who is an international prosecutor, there are likely people who suspect MvK from the getgo.

Yogi pleads innocent, and somehow, the police believe him enough to look for another suspect, and they get desperate enough to hire Misty in a secret trial, still refusing to believe he did it. It is not mentioned whatsoever that the police suspect MvK.

Misty theoretically channels Greg, who blames Yogi. This is the only thing we know that he did.

Yogi pleads insanity, which is contrary to popular belief, not pleading innocent. It's pleading "yeah I did it but you can't hold me responsible for it". It lightens his sentence, it doesn't put the blame on someone else.

Redd White is somehow involved in this trial. We have no idea how, his picture was just with Grossberg's files of DL-6. (This may have been just because Grossberg sold Misty out to him, but it's really not clear.)

Grossberg sells Misty out to White. This doesn't make any sense either because he would literally just have to ask the police / bailiffs or get security footage or literally any records that day of court proceedings. All the info he would have is that she did a channeling, and the murderer got off on a technicality.

Misty, believing this has somehow destroyed the Fey clan's legacy, runs away.

Years later, Miles believes channeling to be fraudulent smoke-and-mirrors.

Literally none of this makes any sense. Why would Misty run away? She did her job, exactly as she was supposed to. If anything, the fact that the police are willing to ask her (and that she got the right suspect, theoretically) should bolster belief in the Feys, not destroy it. Why would White want that information, and why would it be worth it to get it? And, as I said in my tags, why did channelled!Gregory not protect his son?

Now, the obvious Doylist answer is because Takumi didn't think about it that hard nor established anything about Gregory's character, and the AAI2 writers wrote him to fit AAI2 thematically and didn't realize that he's now wildly out of character in AA1.

The Watsonian answer is most likely that the Feys aren't supposed to work with the police, and White selling her out was saying the quiet part (that the Feys controlled the courts) out loud, with proof.

A lot of people go with the theory that Gregory, presumably believing Miles accidentally killed him and after having just been through IS-7 and having it proved to his face that the courts have no interest in pursuing actual justice and are corrupt to the core, lied on the stand. Presumably because his morals don't matter if it means protecting his son, and an innocent man's life and freedom (Yogi's) was the price he was willing to pay to let Miles walk away.

But I think it makes more sense if the channeling failed. If she didn't channel him at all. Because there is no way Gregory would have cooperated with the courts until he knew for sure that Miles was safe. During IS-7, he was perfectly happy to sway the police to his side and play just as dirty as MvK (getting Badd to record Jeff being tortured for a confession was a dirty move, even if it was morally the correct thing to do), and had pretty much no qualms skirting the rules to get the result he wanted. His motive was compassion and the pursuit of justice, but once it was clear MvK wasn't going to fight fair, he didn't bother fighting fair either.

Which is to say, yeah, a channelled Gregory would have refused to collaborate until he made sure Miles was okay. If he'd been able to do that, Miles wouldn't think the Feys were frauds. So either a) somehow they forced him to cooperate, which is hard when you have a guy who knows you can't really punish him and has no reason not to start punching people at this point given that he was already cool with destroying Yogi's life for this, or b) he never got channeled.

And if he never got channeled, if Misty was lying, then of course Miles would believe they're frauds. Because if they could do it at all, then his dad would have moved heaven and earth to come back to him. He couldn't, so they clearly can't.

Which means that Grossberg's info that he sold to White was that the family that controlled the courts were all lying, and here's the high-profile case to prove it.

What this doesn't answer, though, is why Yogi wasn't immediately charged. Why even look for another suspect? Why even bring Misty there in the first place?

The answer is actually pretty obvious, the moment you take Morgan into account. DL-6 was, at least on the surface, a very open-shut case. It was also a very high-profile case. Misty was there to remind the courts - and the press - that the Feys are powerful spirit channelers who should be listened to. Either it wasn't supposed to go wrong, and was just supposed to increase their power; or Morgan fucked with Misty's channeling, hoping for this exact outcome, trying to usurp her sister.

Now, this can't be the canon explanation solely because Morgan didn't exist until AA2 and AA1 was supposed to be a standalone game. Shu Takumi just didn't think about it that hard. But it makes the most sense to me that this is what happened: the channeling failed, Misty was disgraced because the Master shouldn't fail, Miles never got to see his father because he was never there, and MvK walked away with only his already-present dissenters suspecting him.

I like to twist the knife and say Miles was there. Miles would be able to tell, even if he'd never seen a channeling before, that it wasn't his father. Because families have inside jokes and nicknames and all sorts of things. Kids can pick up on those things being wrong really fast. If your mom only ever uses your middle name when she's pissed, and tends to use exclusively a silly nickname for you, but the lady pretending to her uses nothing but your full first name? That's not your mom.

It makes thematic sense to me that Miles was the one to object, to say that no, that's not his father, that she's lying. That his own determination for truth and honesty in the court is his downfall. Which also neatly answers why they didn't just charge Yogi: they were going to, but Misty got involved, and that complicated things. Then Miles calls her a liar, and shit, now they can't charge Yogi because the person who accused her has no basis to do so and that invalidates most of their evidence against him.

But they don't have anyone else to charge, so instead of letting the case go cold, they work out a plea deal for insanity and wrap the whole case up in enough paperwork and red tape that the press can't easily cover it, and let it be buried in the paperwork. That way, it's not super clear in AA1 why it's an innocent verdict and not a guilty second- or third-degree murder charge.

That's my theory, anyway.

something that I find fascinating in bridge to the turnabout is when edgeworth says that while he was caught up in the middle of the dl-6 investigation, he had actually met misty fey himself.

I’m sure this was before the channeling began. whether or not he was actually in the room when it happened is up for debate. but because edgeworth never alludes to a reunion with his father, I think it’s safe to say that the police barred him from interacting with his spirit. maybe he was forced out of the room. or maybe he just sat there, crying to himself believing his father was right there and he couldn’t speak to him.

what’s interesting is that edgeworth vehemently dismisses the kurain channeling technique and sees all spirit mediums as frauds (even when mia is channeled in court and clearly visible). so, it’s possible that this anger stems from something a lot more personal than “it’s scientifically impossible.” I think he staunchly refuses to believe in the fey clan’s legitimacy because accepting it means that he could’ve seen his father again, but wasn’t allowed to. so he’d rather think that there is absolutely no way to bring back the dead, ever. it’s a way to protect himself—the police were wrong, so he didn’t actually miss his chance to speak to his dad.

I don’t know, there’s a lot more to edgeworth seeing misty as a fraud than just this, and maybe I’m totally wrong. but it’s a possibility that I thought of.

[the-bau-quinjet]

Secret's Out

Summary: Request! Reid and Y/N are secretly dating, but their business doesn't stay their business for long.

Warnings: Criminal Minds level violence

Word Count: 2974

a/n: Thank you for the request! I hope you like it :)

Sorry this took forever! It took me a while to think of case details that I liked and then I kept rewriting parts. I think I'm finally happy with it though!

Masterlist

"Spencer!" You pushed him away. "The doors could open at any moment! How are we supposed to keep this a secret if Morgan walks in on us kissing in the elevator?" You raised a brow at him.

"On average, elevators travel at a speed of 200 ft/min or about 4 seconds per floor. Being on the fifth floor means we have about 20 seconds to ourselves." He smiled triumphantly.

"Yeah, until someone surprises us on floor 3." You rolled your eyes, stepping out of the doors once they opened.

"I can't help it. I'm just... really happy with you." He whispered softly.

"I'm really happy too." You smiled at him. You were about to lean in when the elevator doors opened once again to reveal JJ and Emily.

"Hey guys, ready for another case?" Emily glanced between you suspiciously, but thankfully didn't ask any prying questions.

"Yep, let's go!" You turned quickly, walking into the round table room without so much as a glance back at the three agents by the elevator.

"What's with her?" JJ questioned.

"Said she didn't sleep well last night. Must be all the caffeine." He held his own cup off coffee up in solidarity before also walking to the round table room.

"Alright, we've got 3 dead in Billings, Montana. All three were law enforcement, and all three were found this morning around the city." You listened as Penelope introduced the details of the case.

"Could be someone who feels the police didn't do a good enough job protecting a loved one?" You threw out a theory.

"Or someone who feels wronged by the criminal justice system as a whole." Rossi added on.

"Either way, they likely won't stop until we catch them. Wheels up in 20." Hotch rose from his seat as he spoke, wasting no time in preparing for take off.

You all dispersed briefly to grab your go bags, meeting back at the SUVs to head to the jet.

Once boarded, it didn't take long for the conversation to start up again.

"When we land, L/N go to the morgue. Dave, Prentiss take the first and second crime scenes, they're only a mile apart. Morgan and Reid, check out the third scene. I'll head to the precinct with JJ."

With Hotch's instructions set, you took what little time you had left on the flight to go over the causes of death.

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"Anything stand out to you on the bodies?" You asked the ME after going over the blunt force trauma and bullet wounds.

"There's tape residue and bruising on the wrists and ankles. Based on the state of bruising, they were likely held for about 3 days before they were killed."

"Thank you for your help." You shook hands, pulling out your phone to call Hotch.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch, they were held for days before they were killed. How did nobody notice they were missing?" There was nothing in the reports that indicated the victims were reported missing prior to being found.

"We just found the same pattern. They all used vacation days for various reasons in the days leading up to their deaths. Meet us back at the precinct and Reid can explain the whole pattern."

"Okay, I'm leaving now." You hung up just as you reached the SUV. Throughout the drive, you couldn't stop thinking that something wasn't adding up.

The victims were taken in the same day. It didn't make sense for the unsub not to escalate. So, why aren't any officers unaccounted for?

Suddenly, a truck crashed into your SUV, sending you flying off the road. A figure dressed in black opened the door and dragged you from the car.

"Agent L/N, it's so good to see you again." A male voice spoke, but you couldn't place it.

He hit you over the head with a handgun before dragging you to his own vehicle.

-

"Where's L/N?" Emily questioned when her and Rossi returned from the second dumpsite.

"On her way back from the ME." Hotch answered. "Did you find anything useful?"

"They truly are dumpsites. Both bodies were found by dumpsters, sending a pretty clear message." Dave replied.

"Same for the third site." Derek added on.

"All three victims were single and took time off leading up to their death. Nobody would've notice that they were missing until it was too late." Reid supplied the final bit of information gathered.

Hotch's phone rang before anyone else could comment. The frantic sound of Garcia's nails clicking against her keyboard echoed through the phone. She was talking before anyone could greet her.

"You need to see this, check your tablets."

Confused glances were exchanged as everyone, barring Reid, opened their tablets. Reid glanced over Morgan's shoulder to observe as well.

A seemingly live video that Garcia received a link to was streaming to the tablets.

A single woman sitting in a chair could be seen in the frame. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair with thick, gray tape and a bag was over her head.

"Garcia, what is this?" Hotch asked almost immediately.

"I was emailed the link just now. It's not streaming anywhere else online." Her reply came quickly, the sound of typing still filling in the silence.

"Can you trace it?" Rossi questioned.

"I'm trying, but it's being routed through multiple proxy servers."

"Did the email say anything?" Emily chimed in.

"No, it was just the link- Wait. I just got another email." She paused as the new email loaded. "It's addressed to Reid."

Every set of eyes in the room turned to Reid.

"What does it say?" He felt the nerves beginning to grow waiting for Garcia to read the words aloud.

"Dr. Reid,

I hope you remember me. What am I saying, of course you do. I've got something of yours that you might want back. You see Dr. Reid, you and your team ruined me. My family, my career, all of it, just gone. I thought I'd return the favor. A person's phone can be so informative. Tell me, does your team know about your girlfriend? I've so enjoyed getting reacquainted with her.

Happy hunting."

Spencer's face went white as he looked at Morgan's tablet again. His thoughts were racing. How did he not recognize you before? Even with the bag over your head, he should've known it was you.

"It's her." His words were barely a whisper.

"This is your girlfriend?" Morgan gestured to the screen again. Spencer could only nod in reply, his mind unable to focus on anything except you.

"Reid, listen to me. You've got to tell us everything you know about her. We'll have to split up. You can go back to Quantico with Emily and Morgan, the rest of us will stay here to work on our current case." Hotch was already devising a strategy to work both cases.

"There's no need." His words made sense to him, but sounded cryptic to the rest of the team.

"Kid, of course there is. We'll help you get her back." Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively shocking him back to the present situation.

"There's no need to split up because she's here. She's in Montana." Before he could continue, everyone was asking questions.

"Give me a phone number and I'll get you a location." Garcia was already typing away again.

"Are you sure she's here?" JJ's brows furrowed. She did her best to hide the hurt of her best friend hiding his girlfriend from her, again.

"Why would she be here?" Rossi added.

"How did she get here? Maybe we can track the transportation and figure out means of abduction." Emily was the only one thinking about the case.

Like ripping off a bandaid, Spencer blurted out the truth.

"It's Y/N."

He was met with silence in the room as everyone absorbed the information.

Garcia caught up first, a sudden gasp sounding through the phone.

"So, then that's Y/N... in the video..." Her voice wavered.

As if a switch was flipped, the team was back on the case.

"Garcia, get me a list of anyone who would have a grievance with the team." Hotch ordered.

"Go through anyone who was falsely accused. Start with cases in or around Montana. He would want to keep this close to home." Rossi specified.

"We've only had one case in Montana since Y/N joined the team." Reid supplied the knowledge as it came to him. "A name, I need a name." He muttered to himself, pulling his hair as he roughly ran his hands through it and over his face. "Garcia, look into Jameson Braddock."

"Got it." She immediately began a background check, searching through case files and news articles for additional information. "i'll get back to you with locations." With that, she hung up.

"Fill us in, kid. Who is Jameson Braddock." Morgan lead Reid to a chair, gently easing him into it.

"Our last case in Montana, Emily and I went to interview a witness." Emily nodded, the memories slowly coming back to her.

"He wasn't very forthcoming, and then he tried to run." She added on.

"Exactly, except he didn't make it very fair. We arrested him, but it turned out he was only guilty of selling alcohol to minors. When word of his arrest got out, the whole town thought it was for the serial rapes and murders we were investigating even though it was never confirmed."

"By the time we corrected the media, it was too late." JJ supplied, also remembering the man.

"So, he killed three officers just to draw us out back out here?" Morgan refocused the conversation on the current case.

"It looks that way now. The media knew we were coming, so he must have as well." Emily theororized. "If he followed us from the airport, he would've seen Y/N leave by herself."

"He likely didn't know about your relationship until he abducted her and went through her phone." Hotch paced the room.

"He's flaunting his power over us." Rossi chimed in just as Hotch's phone rang again.

"Garcia, what've you got?"

"Three addresses in Billings, Montana. Jameson Braddock has been on a downward spiral since your last trip there. His entire life fell apart, like he said. Divorced, his wife moved to Nebraska with their two kids. He lost his job at the high school, and was evicted from his house when he could no longer pay the bills." She listed the information quickly.

"He has ties to three addresses. Nobody has moved into his previous house, so it's vacant. He's got a small apartment in the northern part of the city which he pays for through working odd hours at Taco Bell. Finally, he briefly worked security at a now abandoned warehouse."

"An apartment wouldn't be enough space to hold her without the chance of someone hearing. She's not there." Rossi eliminated the location as an option.

"We'll split up to cover the warehouse and the house-" Hotch began, but Reid cut him off.

"No, we shouldn't split up. She's got to be at the house. The warehouse has no connection to his previous life. He wants revenge for our perceived wrongdoing, he wouldn't make his last stand at a new location." Reid was already putting on a bullet proof vest. Despite how his mind was racing, he refused to show how afraid he was.

"You're sure?" Morgan asked, on the fence about committing to one location.

"Absolutely." With that, Reid was out the door heading for the SUVs.

-

"Rossi, Emily head around back. I'll take the front with Reid. JJ and Morgan, the side door." Hotch instructed the team to split up upon arrival at the house.

Reid wasted no time in approaching the house. He was confident you were inside, but he didn't know what was happening to you.

The main floor was cleared quickly. Again, the team split up to cover the upper level and the basement.

Knowing you were likely downstairs, Reid immediately started that direction, JJ and Hotch following him.

It wasn't hard for him to find you. You were still tied to the chair in the middle of the room, bag over your head.

Before anyone could stop him, Reid lowered his gun and ran to you. He gently maneuvered the bag off your head, stopping his movements only when he felt something press into his back.

"Dr. Reid. So kind of you to join us." Braddock spoke maniacally, pressing the gun against Reid's head.

"Drop your weapon." Hotch commanded, but the man only cackled in response.

'Y/N... Y/N." Reid gently shook you in an attempt to wake you up.

"She can't hear you." Braddock singsonged.

"What did you do?" Reid tried to turn to him only to feel the gun press further into his head.

"Like I said in my email, you people ruined my life. They took everything from me, so I thought I'd try to return the favor." During his short speech, Braddock shifted just enough for JJ to get a clean shot.

He fell to the ground, gun clattering across the floor.

Reid moved quickly to remove the tape binding you to the chair while Hotch called for a medic in the basement.

The entire team watched as you were wheeled into the ambulance, still unconscious, none more scared than Spencer.

-

"She's going to be fine, Spence." JJ tried to reassure him, nonetheless his pacing continued.

"You don't know that. We don't even know what he did to her." He had one hand anxiously running through his hair, the other pinching the bridge of his nose in distress.

Just then, a doctor emerged from behind closed doors.

"F/N L/N." She called into the waiting room, slightly taken aback when the group of agents rushed to her.

"It was touch and go for a while, but she got here just in time." It was visible to even the least qualified profiler how relieved the team felt. Their previously tense shoulders relaxed, frowns turned to small smiles, wide eyes and raised brows pinched together with joy.

"What happened?" Emily posed the question everyone was thinking.

"In short, she was drugged. It's not clear what exactly was used, but it was likely a mix of drugs that attempted to stop her heart."

"Can we see her?" Morgan spoke next, cautiously eyeing Reid.

"You may, follow me." The doctor lead them through a series of hallways to your room. "She should be waking up soon."

With that the doctor left, allowing the team to file into the room. You looked strangely peaceful for someone who almost died.

"So..." JJ glanced between you and Spencer. "Girlfriend, huh?"

His eyes went wide. Instinctively, he turned to you for help, but you were still asleep. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out.

"Relax, kid." Morgan grinned. "We're happy as long as you two are happy."

Spencer smiled gratefully, looking at you with an adoring gaze. "We are happy."

"How long?' Emily gestured to your joined hands. Just before Spencer could answer, you groaned.

"I want to hear your guesses first." Your voice was raspy, but there was a clear smile on your face. "Also, what happened?"

The quickly explained the email Garcia received and the events that followed.

"Now that that's cleared up, do tell us how long you think we've been together. I know you've got a bet going." You narrowed your eyes, playfully glaring at each team member.

"4 months." Hotch begrudgingly admitted. JJ followed with 3 months, Derek and Rossi both betting 10 weeks, and Emily going with 6 weeks.

"Ha, you're all wrong." You smiled triumphantly, leaning closer to Spencer.

"Wait, we haven't heard from Garcia." Derek smirked as he rung her on speaker phone.

"Oh, my beautiful crime fighters. Y/N, are you okay?" Your smile widened at the concern in her voice.

"I am indeed, but I have a very important question for you." You glanced as Spencer briefly before continuing. "How long do you think Spence and I have been together?"

"Oh, I know this one!" Her excitement caught everyone but you off guard. "7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days."

Spencer's jaw dropped as he stuttered out, "that's exactly right..."

"How'd you figure it out?" The group of profilers wore matching expressions of surprise as Penelope explained.

"Well, we had just finished testifying in the Bigelow trial. The whole team went out for drinks, and I could just see it in Y/N's eyes the next day that something wonderful happened. At first I just thought that she got some, but then I saw her and the good doctor in the kitchen getting coffee and I knew." Penelope's voice held a mixture of smugness and pure excitement.

"Babygirl, you didn't tell me?" Derek sounded genuinely offended.

"Y/N asked me not to." Even though you couldn't see her, you knew she punctuated the statement with a shrug.

"You knew, she knew?" Spencer turned to you in shock.

You nodded. "I could see it on her face the second I walked out of the kitchen. But she promised not to tell, so I didn't either."

"The two of you, thick as thieves." Rossi lamented.

"I love you so much." Spencer whispered into your ear as he pulled you in for a hug.

"I love you too." You whispered right back.

"Honestly, I'm glad the secret's out." You smiled at Spencer before looking at the rest of the team. "Although, I wish I didn't have to be kidnapped to tell you."

You spent a few more hours in the hospital before being cleared to go back to the hotel.

The next morning, you smiled to yourself as you were finally able to cuddle with Spencer during the flight home.

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