#charlie phillips

[federer7]

Notting Hill Carnival, London, 1968

Photo: Charlie Phillips

[murmurmurena]

Requests from my telegram channel

I haven’t posted drawings on this blog for a very long time, because I’m busy at work and am often so tired that I don’t have time to draw. But I have drawings that have accumulated during this time and one of the reasons why I don’t post it on tumblr is because I’m too lazy to write in eng by myself, this text was written on translator, lol

[fortheb0ys]

PHILLIP GRAVES × TOP MALE READER

I want to spend the rest of my life fucking and sucking Graves😫👍Not proofread and kinda sucks cause I wrote this sleepy. FEM & MINORS DNI!!

Graves was your little bitch. He knew it. You knew it.

His men probably now know it by the way he was moaning like a whore grinding against both your clothed cocks together.

"Come on, Y/N. L-let me take it."

"You sure there? Looks like you could cum right here."

"I w-want it inside." Graves whimpers, feeling himself come undone.

"What's the magic word, sir?" You grab his hip, making him stop his movements. Graves tries to wriggle to try and get some friction but your grip was too strong.

"P-please, Y/N. I want you to cum in my ass." Graves felt his cheeks reddening, embarrassed at the sound of his own voice.

Your baby amused you. He was the captain of your team and but it seems like he would be the one calling you 'sir'.

"Well, since you asked nicely, I guess I'll give you what you." You say while patting Graves' hip to signal him to left his weight off for a moment while you take off both yours and his pants and underwear.

Graves moans as his erect cock touches the cold air.

You fall back onto Graves' desk chair, making him settle into your lap. You begin searching his bottom drawer for your secret lube but Graves' hand grabs your wrist tightly, stopping you.

"I'm ready. P-promise."

"Sir, we gotta prep you. I didn't wanna hurt you, sweetheart."

"No, really. I'm ready."

Graves reaches behind himself to pull out a dark green buttplug that was hidden between his perfect ass.

"Oh, you weren't lying. And staying on brand I see." You say as a large smile adorned your face.

"Yup. I played with myself this morning and was hoping we'd get a little fun time." Graves matches you smile, happy he'd finally get his ass stuffed with your cock and not just a plug.

"My smart commander is always prepared, isn't he?"

"Yep-yep. Y/N's smart boy."

You pull out the plug. Graves let's out a moan. He tightens to feel the drag of the toy against his walls.

At this point Graves was shaking like a leaf. Overwhelmed and coming undone. Only you, his precious little soldier could make him like that.

"Hurry, Y/N! That's an order." Graves commands as you position the tip of your cock at his entrance

"Sir, yes, sir." And without any further wait you slam into Graves, your balls touching his ass. A loud gasp is knocked exit his mouth and his eyes begin to tear up.

You didn't give him any time to adjust before you began thrusting in and out. With each motion, Graves moans turned into whimpers. The sheets began to run wet with sweat.

Graves is deep in pleasure, some much so he can't keep his eyes open. Tears were clouding his vision. Squeezing them tight as he focuses on you deep inside him.

"No, keep them open. I wanna see those baby blues."

Your thumb push to open his eyelids. Even more tears spill out. You smirk as his eyes roll back. God was he breathtaking. Eyes too clear for a man like him.

"Look at you, sir. You're so pretty around my cock."

At your words, Graves let a moans. He was always a slut for praise. He was so used to giving it but receiving it was a treat. So it was no surprise to you when you first found out it was his kink. He wanted to close his eyes again but wanted to be a good boy.

"Yep-yep. 'M pretty boy." Graves choked out. He felt completely drunk without even taking alcohol. Everything phased out of his mind but you.

No war. No pain.

Just you and him.

Your thrust were never consistent. Just sloppy and fast. Graves tight heat was always enough to throw off your rythm. Your inconsistencies added to the pleasure as Graves was never sure when you'd thrust so he didn't know when to expect it.

The sound of your balls hitting Graves' ass and both his and yours moans filled his office.

"God, sir. You're so fucking loud. But you don't care do you. You'd love for them to fuck you too, right?"

Your thrust become relentless, feeling that you were close to coming undone. By the way Graves was having a hard time forming words it seems him was too.

" 'M not sure if t-they'll take me seriously if they do."

"Nah, they would. Hell, they'll go the extra mile on missions in hopes you'd let them fuck this tight ass and gag you with their cocks."

"Oh my f-fucking God. P-please."

"Would you like that, sir? Your beloved men lining up to fuck you like a slut. You'd take them so well. Such a good reward for following your orders without question."

"Y-yes, please yes."

With that fantasy ingrained in his mind, Graves was so close to cumming. His walls tighten around you telling you so. Getting the message you grab his dick and start jacking him off, trying but failing to match with your trusts.

"S-so full."

"Now just think we can get someone to fuck you. Think about how even more filled you'd be. Can you take more than one cock, sir?"

"F-fuck yeah. God, it'd feel so good."

Graves places his hand on his belly, the imprint of your cock prominent. He loved the fullness you gave him and just another cock would give him such a pleasurable pain. He squeezes suddenly and sends a shock down your spine.

"Y/N, 'm close." Graves whimpers.

"Same. Let go for me, sir."

With that Graves paints his chest and your fist white with you cumming as well. The two of you lay there panting, trying to collect yourselves. You rest your forehead against Graves whispering that he's done well. He closes his eyes as gave him kisses between your words.

"God, that was good." He finally says, his voice hoarse.

"You're always good." You bring your hand and lick up Graves' cum, tasting his delicious mess.

"You serious about what you said? That'd they still respect me?"

"Hell yeah." You assure him again with a confident smile.

"Call them up." Graves smirks just thinking of the fun that awaits them.

[kondorksart]

Idiots with their idiots

[zigzagziggyyy]

‘Young Guns’ on set [1988] - Lou Diamond Phillips, Charlie Sheen, Emilio Estevez and Kiefer Sutherland 🔫🤠🐎

[etherealstrike]

HOW DIFFERENT TTTE CHARACTERS WOULD LAUGH!! TW LOUD NOISES

[brokenpieces-72]

Lasting Moments

Navigation | COD Gangster AU

There was a sharp pain and a cry followed by yelling and more shots. You couldn’t see anything still but you heard voices. Your ears were still ringing though. While the entire chaos outside the bag on your head goes underway, you remain still. You feel your consciousness slipping. The shouting fades and relief washes over you as you put together who it is. You wince as you hear a man trying to get your attention to check if you’re conscious. You move and let out a groan from the pain.

“I’m gonna pick you up now.” You hear. You don’t bother with fighting, when you feel to arms dig underneath your back and legs. Now you’re being carried and fighting to stay awake, the broken bones and bruise keeping your body from relaxing. The ringing has died down by the time you’re sat down on a softer surface. The man reaches behind you to cut your wrists free and then your legs. The bag is taken off.

Alex assesses your damage, seeing bruises on your face and lays you down. He grimaces with you when you wince from the pain.

“Keep your eyes open kid. You’re doing great.” Alex says as he continues working. You hear shouting somewhere else in the building, Russian and Scottish. You can guess who it is.

“Are they still in prison?” You ask. Alex nods.

“How long have I been gone?” You ask, gathering as much information, trying to focus. If you could get yourself to focus, you could keep your eyes open.

“A couple days. Went to your apartment, Charly found me there, and then-“ Alex’s explain action is cut off seeing you flinch and hearing your cry after an audible crack in your wrist. He thinks quickly, making a small splint for you from the first aid kit. After wrapping your wrist he wraps it again with your red scarf. “Then we found your scarf. Kept going in that direction, did some map checking and found this shitty hideout.”

“Phone. I need to call Laswell.” You say, trying to stand up, still shaken, the bullet still inside your shoulder.

“Don’t move. Let me get it out first.” Alex says carefully unzipping your hoodie. You shiver, having only your torn shirt underneath. Eyes stay looking up as Alex carefully shifts your sweater off your shoulder where the bullet hit. There are no words as you just hear sounds of items shuffling in the kit. At first he tried pulling it out, but your cursing made it clear it doing ti that way would just be painful. He cut the wound open a little more and tried a second time. This time you bit down on the sleeve of your hoodie, your teeth getting a vice grip on the material. He got to cleaning it and then patching it up.

"Alright that will have to do for now." He says. As you tug your hoodie sleeve back on you hear some hard Scottish cursing from the other room. If that was how Charly interrogated and you had first hand experience with Alejandro's methods, you could only imagine what it Price would be like. Hopefully Charly would be successful.

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

The men of the 141 were getting anxious in their cells. You were missing and they had no updates from Graves. Not that they wanted him to talk. They were getting impatient.

“You think Graves was telling the truth?” Kyle asks aloud. It was a question they had all been considering but couldn’t my be sure of. Graves had tried to get them arrested before, and they understood why. It didn’t mean he hadn’t been on a few witch hunts.

“Possible. Not bloody likely but possible.” Ghost says. Kyle looks at Price who isn’t saying much.

“Boss?” Price doesn’t look up at Kyle, but spoke volumes. Kyle isn’t expecting much from Price to respond. Enough has been said. Graves was 30/70 when it came to the truth. You were a 50/50. You were smart, bold, and hardworking. You didn’t shirk responsibilities. Even for the small things you offered to help. Was it all just to get close or had Graves pulled a fast one to keep you safe? Fuck.

Then there was the sound of a can being tossed. The group looks down trying to inspect it through the bars. Then it combusts.

…..

You have everything you need. You’re ready to turn it all in, exonerating the 141 and Los Vacqueros. You could get them out. With a bit of help from Graves you could get the 141 to look innocent. They were there seeking out drugs, undercover. You can disprove the officers that claimed to be undercover. Nolan had been difficult to crack, but Charly had some brutal tactics. He’d coughed up what they wanted. You need to work fast now.

You had been taken back to the safe house where all the files were. You gathered it all and hurried with Alex to the precinct. Makarov was back in town by now, you needed to get there quickly. Except you're not so fortunate. There are alarms going off, and the building has smoke coming out of it, a gas of some kind. Officers were being evacuated. No. Fuck, no!

You get out of the vehicle, leaving the files in the car. You rush towards the building but Graves is there. He grabs you and holds you back.

"Let go! Let go!" You yell at him.

"Kid stop it! You can't go in there!" Graves tells you, dragging you back. No, you couldn't lose them. You were so close. You had finally fixed everything, righted your wrongs. You had to get to them. Graves pulls you back to Alex who helps you get back into the car. There is an exchange between Graves and Alex that you can't hear as you watch helplessly. Suddenly you're back home again, and you're sitting on the steps. Graves had just told you to head upstairs while he spoke with the babysitter. You knew what was going on, even then. Alex gets back in the car, pissed.

Graves was dealing with damage control right now. He knew where to go next and he really didn't want to drag you back there. Nolan needed another damned talking to and he was about to give it personally. Makarov hadn't shown up to work yet, it was his last day of leave. He was preparing to come back tomorrow, his promise to rid the city of some of the worst gangsters fulfilled.

You have to stop it.

Alejandro and Price wake up in the same room. The two leaders propped themselves against opposing walls, looking around the room. There was a light, four walls, a door and a floor. The gas made their heads sore, taking some time to clear it from their systems. Both men have their wrists zip tied behind them.

“Should’ve seen this coming.” Price admits. Alejandro shakes his head, eyes closed, but head facing the ceiling.

“Don’t blame yourself. We were sitting ducks from the start.” Alejandro sighs. “Something tells me this isn’t death row.”

“What tipped you off?” Price asks, sarcastically. There was silence between them. This may not be death row… but it is. It’s Makarov’s court house, where he’s judge, jury and executioner. The judge and jury have completed their duties, now the executioner is preparing. It sinks in, it’s not a fate they will take lightly, and will fight tooth and nail against. Alejandro lets out a light chuckle, catching Price’s attention.

“You know… back in the day there was a saying about me.” Alejandro says.

“Yeah?” Price asks. The two men were mainly business, with the occasional heart to heart. If they were going to be executed in a room by themselves, without their brothers, it’s only right they get to know each other better.

“El unico que puede matar a Alejandro es Alejandro...” Alejandro says, grinning.

“Meaning?”

“The only one who can kill Alejandro…is Alejandro.”

Price chuckles at that. The sheer gusto of the man. Their end is near and Alejandro still considers himself invincible. Price starts to think for a bit. He’d come close to death before but it was too quick. Now it was approaching slowly, and he thinks about everything that will happen.

“Who will take over?” He asks Alejandro. Alejandro drops his head looking at John.

“Rodolfo. That was the plan.” Alejandro admits. “There’s one other but she’ll likely go the wrong way. Maybe it will disband.”

“I have someone for the pub, a couple actually. There should be a letter for Kilo, since she’s safe.” Price says. “Simon’s cat will be okay, Kyle’s shop is freelance, Johnny… just has us.”

“What about the tagger?” Alejandro asks. The two men’s expressions say a lot. Alejandro wasn’t sure whether you could still be trusted after Graves came to the cells. Price isn’t sure himself, but after Farah was released he imagines you were trying to do the same for them. But you were missing. Vargas trusts Price, and Price trusts you. It didn’t change the weight of not seeing you before his time came or the fear you were somewhere in a similar room to this one.

Before John can answer, the door opens. Makarov steps in. The two men position themselves to stand. “I wouldn’t bother. The gas is still your system, you mobility is still reduced. But if you want to entertain me with your stumbling then be my guest.”

“Vete a la mierda.” Alejandro spat.

“You’re a coward.” Price adds.

“The rest of the world won’t see that. In their eyes, you’ll be cowards for refusing to stand trial, facing your sentence. Nothing but ghosts that once roamed these streets, hiding in alleys like rats.” Makarov says. “History books are written by the winners, the victorious. I’m sure someone will give you a footnote, but it won’t change the full picture.”

“So you killed L/N and then ran away?” Price questions. “Instead of facing your crimes, you make an innocent man guilty, put a dog on a long leash, and orphan a child. Deep down everyone in this building, wherever they are, know who the real coward is. All this just to throw away your scapegoats.”

“I won’t need them anymore.”

“Those murals will certainly make it difficult.” Alejandro comments. Price smirked until Makarov gives a fond smile, as if those murals were a happy memory.

“Oh yes…” Makarov chuckles, making the other two men tense. “L/N asked you to look after his child. Well… I’ll be sure to provide for them, after all they did such a good job bringing you here.”

“You keep your puppet strings off of them.” Price warns.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll fucking hang you by them!” Price threatens. Makarov gives him another chuckle. A man about to meet his death and still threatening the man in control of it.

“Your little tagger won’t be in any trouble if they give me what I’m looking for. So far they’ve been a disobedient brat, so they’ll need some discipline. Don’t fret, they’ll be taken care of still.” Makarov says, and then walks out of the room. Price tried to ease himself to his feet quickly, but stumbles, shouting obscenities at Makarov.

Makarov finds joy in hearing the empty, fruitless threats of his scapegoat. Until he checks his phone for an update. Nolan should hopefully have the file by now, but then again, you were your father’s kid. So who knows how long it would take to break you down. His face changes upon seeing his phone screen. He storms down the hall, dialling Nolan’s number. When he hears the voice on the other end he freezes.

“Hey there, love. Was wondering how long it would take for you to call.” A female Scottish voice says. No fucking way. He hung up immediately.

You couldn’t help but snicker when Charly put the phone on speaker and it hung up as soon as she finished her sentence.

“Just fuckin rude.” She says, tossing the phone away. She looks back at Nolan who certainly looked worse than you, bound in the chair. Charly cracks her knuckles. “Well since we can’t trace that call, you’ll have to start talking.”

Nolan groans, as you fold your arms. You need a location first and foremost. This is a hostage exchange now. One with high value on both sides. Except your buyer has everything you want.

"Why did ya give it to 'em?" Johnny asks, after sitting in silence next to Simon. "Last ditch effort?"

"It was their father's. Not mine." Simon says simply. "No sense keeping it for sentimental reasons."

"Ya got that right." Johnny responds. "Ya not the sentimental type though. Are ya?"

"You're annoyingly observant." Simon comments. Johnny chuckles, pleased with the small jab. Simon was tight lipped with everyone, but you had opened him up. Opened him up about as much as a clam used for farming pearls, but you'd peaked the quiet Ghost's interest faster than Soap had when the two had met.

"Not a priest, but ya may swell confess." Johnny says, moving around a little to keep his ass from falling asleep. "I'll go first if ya want."

"... I killed my own father." Simon says, throwing Johnny for a loop. He certainly wasn't expecting that.

"Shit boss." Johnny breathes. He figured Ghost had a shitty past, you don't get scars like his from nothing. Didn't realize it was that bad though.

"I don't regret it either. Not much point in confessing when that remains with me." Simon explains.

"Didna answer my question." Johnny points out.

"Yes. It was a chance, but a small one. L/N didn't tell me what it was for only to give it to his kid. Could just as easily bury us, but like it or not Soap, Graves was covering for Y/N. That's the truth." Simon says a little quieter. Johnny sighs, dropping his gaze from the wall to the floor.

"I didna wan Y/N to stay with us." Johnny confesses. "First because it put us at risk with em being a cop, but then they started coming around more and more..."

"Be careful who you trust. Those you know can hurt you the most." Simon warns him.

"No shit." Johnny sighs. "They just wanted a chance though. All I wanted myself when I was younger. Would have kept all of us out of trouble if I never talked to em."

"You gave em what you were given. No shame in that." Simon assures him. Johnny still has that pinch of guilt. His memories of you will stay with him, and he tells himself makes it all worth it. "Gonna miss em."

"We all will." Simon says. Simon wouldn't tell Johnny, but the image of you curled up with the stray cat continues to occupy his mind. The cat would be taken care of, so he wouldn't worry about that. Who would take care of you though?

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[ieatglu3yay8]

This is the most amazing thing ive ever done.

"what's up with your mouths?"

"Your saying that a lady tried to execute you both.. And then started a war.. Wow.. That mustve been rough"

I love the idea of Terrance and Phillip meeting Charlie and pim.

[charlottenewtons]

Go away, or I'll kill you myself. // I'd just as soon kill you as kill him. Sooner!

Shadow of a Doubt (1943) // Rope (1948)

[sun-ni-day]

Numb3rs 2x09 Toxin

@hearteyesmcgarrett ask and you shall receive

[jynzandtonic]

Ooooo how would any/all of the boys react to turning 40???

*Sigh* 40 is a damn fine age. Please accept these snaccs:

Charlie Barber: Henry's all set up to stay with his cousins for the week so you two can get away to the little villa he's booked in Tuscany for the two of you. You'll have the whole time to drink red wine, make homemade pasta, and fuck in the sunshine on the deck off the master bedroom.

Clyde Logan: He feels so damn lucky to be alive, to be with you. Growin' up with Jimmy, two tours in Iraq, all his adventures and misadventures, and he's finally settled down with you and happy as can be. All he wants is to sit with ya on the porch swing and watch the sunset with a beer in hand—but he won't say no to the butterscotch cake ya baked him.

Adam Sackler: Can't really believe he's fuckin' forty. He promises to put some of his commercial money in an IRA and take enough of a break from acting for a little staycation to fuck on every surface of your apartment together.

Flip Zimmerman: You sure you don't want to have a baby, sugar?

Phillip Altman: Perpetual man child. He offers to get matching cougar tattoos with you.

Rick Smolan: Motorcycle tour of Vietnam together, letting you take photos on his DSLR while you ride on the back of his bike.

Ronnie Peterson: Cabo San Lucas with you and all your friends. He wants to drink daiquiris, sing karaoke, and maybe get a sunburn at a nude beach!

[cndcrd]

ADCU Valentine's Day Cards 💌✨

[fortheb0ys]

Image pulling Graves onto your dick by his mic collar(idk what it's called). The toe of your boot grinding on the front of his military fatigues. A wet spot rapidly forming as you fuck deep, hard and fast.

The mic's hot. The Shadows hear everything. Every gag. Every whimper. Every moan. Every dirty word uttered. You know it's on just as much as Graves.

You both can hear them as well. The sounds of their sloppy, spit covered strokes mingle together in your ear pieces. A symphony of moans ranging from low to high sound like they're in the room with you.

Before you cum, you pull out of Graves' mouth and he gets the idea as you remove your phone from your pocket. With a few final strokes, you paint his face white with your seed. His tongue falls out trying to catch some of it. You take the chance to snap a photo and send to the group chat.

Messages ping as the boys express there thoughts and fantasies of their slut of a commander. Some sending pictures of the mess he'd left them in.

You told the boys they'd get what they want if the mission was a success. With a commander like that, they didn't even care if they got a bonus or not.

[mothdruid]

Adam Driver - dilf number thirty-four

[dan-cyril-kingston]

Top 5 smooth chested men

Disclaimer: based solely on my mood/preferences/fascinations on 6 April

1. Charlie Gillespie

2. Pietro Boselli

3. Mark Wahlberg (in his Marky Mark days)

4. Zane Phillips

5. Kevin Bernhardt

[brokenpieces-72]

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CoD Gangster AU

Navigation

The next couple of days feel like a blur. They don't go fast, they seem to drag on with you checking your watch. Graves kept telling you to come in, and you know it's just to maintain a facade. Right now, the safest thing you can do is follow along. Nothing but irrelevant paperwork crosses your desk, and you go over it, trying to get it all done, though the letters and numbers all seem to blend together. You really want to take time off and stay at home. On your day off you get called in.

Simon Riley has requested to be questioned by you about the night of the raid. Other officers have tried to question him instead, along with the Los Vaqueros and the 141, but they were less than compliant. Johnny and Alejandro have a temper and an attitude. Alejandro isn't afraid to get loud and Johnny has thrown things a couple times. Rudolfo's answers to questions never give anything away, they're evasive and give nothing that can lay charges. Kyle just kept making small talk or answering with "I don't know" or "maybe". Price has been compliant but given no answers. Simon has simply refused to speak to them. As for Farah and Alex, Alex was able to be released easily enough since there were no major charges, while Farah has only given damning information about businesses in the area. Graves tells you this over the phone, and you ask if you need to come in uniform.

When you put it on, you look in the mirror and... god you look silly. You feel silly. You'd put on the uniform before when you came in the [last couple days. It had all been muscle memory resurfacing, and then a coat over top. When you look in the mirror it feels like a costume, complete with plastic accessories. It feels like you've put on your dad's uniform as a joke saying "look I'm you".

"You're not your father."

Those were Price's words to you that night and they've echoed in your mind. Standing here, it's like he's standing behind you, looking disappointed at what you are. It takes a moment for you to shake off that feeling and head to the police station.

Once you get there Graves meets you with the file to take with you into the interrogation room. He hands it to you, and there's no photo for Simon. You chuckle quietly as Graves heads to the observation room. You stop him.

"I want to conduct it alone." You say. Graves stops with the door partially open. He looks back at you. "Clearly he still has some trust in me, but I'm not going to lose it by having someone spying on us."

Graves doesn't question it, instead he checks to ensure the room is empty before shutting it and standing in front of the door. He gives you a nod, and you take a deep breath.

The room you enter is sparse, with only the table and a couple chairs. At the table, across from you is Ghost, with his hands cuffed in front of him and on the table. Same clothes as before, all dark, and a little baggy, but no armour plating. There's a black face mask covering his face, revealing dirty hair, that's a little messy from wearing a hood. The light in the room does little to bring comfort, with it being an uncomfortable UV. Honestly you wish you could lower the brightness, or turn them off all together. Something about being in the dark with a man who could kill you, and had every reason to felt more comforting than asking him questions in bright lights. You sit down across from him, and open the file, keeping your eyes on the file.

"Simon Riley, born-"

"Yes." He answers before you can finish your sentence. Something about his voice makes you uneasy. It's...compliant. Not defeated but monotone.

"Do you know why you're here?" You ask, moving on to the next question. He says nothing.

"You are being charged with gun violence, murder, destruction of property-"

"I know I am." He says cutting you off again. You know he's choosing his words carefully, so he can't be convicted.

"If you know why you're being charged then why are you refusing to speak?" You ask, trying to sound annoyed rather than desperate. Desperate for him to say something that could get him released.

"I never said I know why I am here, but I know what charges are being laid against. They told me when I was arrested." He exclaims. He wasn't wrong. You shift in your seat, keeping you head down and focusing on the file, looking from paper to paper. You're hardly paying attention to what's written, more using the file as an excuse to avoid looking at him.

"You've been unwilling to speak to anyone else so far. Why?" you ask, still staring down.

"How are you doing?" he asks. You finally look up at the question. Simon is calm, and sitting as comfortably as he can in the chair. There's no anger or frustration in his eyes when he looks at you.

"F-fine." You answer.

"You've been eating? Sleeping?" he asks. You nod. Simon looks at the one way mirror. "Empty?"

You nod again.

“I’m going to ugly in a few minutes.” He says, voice low. “Left pocket, there’s a key. You need to find Nolan. Got it?”

You nod, automatically.

“I have nothing else to say.” Simon says a little louder.

“Hopefully your friends will come around.” You say. He stands up with you, while you reorganize the file and suddenly there’s a table in your face. Simon had flipped it, and you narrowly avoid it hitting you. You hear the faint shouting of Graves calling for assistance. Suddenly Ghost in your face shoving you against the wall. You take the opportunity of his shouting obscenities and shoving as a chance to get at his pocket. Shit wrong one! The door just opened. Get the key get the key. You’re getting grabbed at but manage to get the key into your fist, dropping to ground when the other officers pull Ghost off you. Graves helps you up and the officers get Ghost out of the interview room.

“You okay kid?” Phil asks. You take a moment watching Ghost, and then nod.

“Yeah yeah.” You say and Phil helps you up.

“Come on. You and me, take the rest of the day off.” He says absently, as he gets you out of the interview room. “Let’s get some food.”

You both leave and suddenly you find yourself in a booth at a cheap diner, the key clenched in your fist. Graves was able to make the excuse for you, that you needed to take the rest of the day off since it was your day off regardless. You’d agreed to Simon’s instructions automatically but he hadn’t said why. Only given you the key which you felt biting into your palm now.

“What did Ghost want?” Graves asks. You don’t say anything just staring and thinking. Why Nolan? He was important but he was a thug. Was he connected to the raid last night? What happened? You needed to get the case file. There had to be reports from the raid but how many of them told the truth? Did Nolan know the truth? Where would you start?

Graves puts a hand on your arm, pulling you from your questions. You pull your arm away from him. He sighs at your reaction as you fidget in your seat.

“I did what I had t-“

“Which was what?!” You snap, keeping your voice down.

“Y/n, I could’ve arrested you. Makarov learned about the raid, he got to the tip you left. If I didn’t step in you’d be behind bars.” Graves says.

“…past few days I’ve wanted to be.” You admit. You know why Graves did it. It really fucking hurt though.

“If Makarov got you I don’t want to think about what he would do to you.” Graves says. “Make you an example, use you against the gang.”

You don’t want to admit it but Graves made a call that saved your ass. Ghost seemed to still trust you, but the others you aren’t sure. You still wonder if giving Graves the tip was a good idea or if it had made it all worse because Makarov had gotten hold of it. All you know now, is you need to take control. Simon gave it to you, and Graves held the door open.

“I need to think this all over. I need to solve all of this. So far they can only be charged for the raid but if I can disprove guilt in that case they could walk free?” You look at Graves.

“The reports are damning but overall reasonable. I’m theory it can be used to support a case but not make one.” Graves exclaims. “Makarov hasn’t had a chance to go over them he had to go on leave. Will be gone for a few more days.”

“That’s my time limit.” You say fidgeting again.

“You better be careful and focus on this evidence and only this evidence.”

“If I can bring down Makaro-“

“No.” Graves is very firm and stern when he says it. “Makarov isn’t on the table he’s at the table and you need to keep it that way until you get Price and others off of it. Makarov can easily put things in front of you to lure you away from them. Whatever Makarov is doing right now, you need to see it as your time limit and only your time limit.”

“Save them first, get Makarov buried later.” You say. Graves nods.

“You want a ride home?” He offers.

“No I have somewhere I need to go.” You say.

“This case is yours now, y/n. All of it. You have full access to what you need. Laswell can get you more. Focus on this and then you can get to Makarov.”

The key is burning a hole in your pocket as you arrive at the safehouse. You were extra careful, keeping your head down and taking a ridiculously longer route. You arrive at the door and it’s locked. You take the key from your pocket but it doesn’t fit. Shit. You look around and along the brick walls. There has to be a way in. You notice one that looks a little worn. Bingo.

You pull the brick out and there’s a key to the door inside. You open the door and step inside. You shut and lock it behind you. It’s quiet, and all untouched. It feels like you’re walking into a memory. All the small moments, all the big events that happened in here. There’s a feeling of exhaustion over you, as you feel the desire to plop yourself on the couch. A tiny sound stops you.

There’s a soft pert sound and a soft rub against your legs. You look down and can’t help but tear up a little. Ghost’s stray cat. She was still here. You crouch down and give her some ear scratches, and she hops up, with her front paws on your leg sniffing. You know she’s wondering where Ghost is.

You pick her up and take her to your bedroom. The kittens are still there, a little bigger and eyes starting to open. Mama’s been taking good care of them. You set mama down and she curls up in the box with her kittens. The bed when you sit on it, feels right. You know you’re in the right place, but not why. This was your home for a long time but what was the key for? It had to be something.

You hear the door to the safehouse open. You stand up, and take the gun out of your belt and move toward the entrance. When you poke your head out you see Laswell, Charly, and Alex who both turn and see you. Charly has her brow raised, while Laswell turns to face you. Alex is reaching for his own side arm out of instinct.

“Nice costume.” Laswell comments.

“I’ll go change.” You say lowering your gun and leaving to change.

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