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 I must’ve been out of my mind

My first ever Don Flack thing (that's been posted 👀) LET'S GO! Also I have no idea who to tag 🤣❤️

«Maybe you were. But you got out, and that’s all that matters.»

You let out a deep sigh, leaning back in your chair. Who knew telling your partner everything that your ex had done during the relationship would take such a toll? But you were so grateful you had. It got a huge burden off you, not to mention it finally took him off the streets.

«Thanks for listening, Flack, and again, I’m so sorry I blew the case at the start by being part of it.»

«Hey, no, don’t worry about it. We got him in the end, didn’t we?»

You nodded slowly, a little unsure of yourself.

[metalmonki]

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You suddenly decided to take the leap with Don Flack on a whim. In less then a week you'll be living together, with a child and your father Mac Taylors disapproval. This is certainly not how your suppose to start a relationship.

Your a firefighter with the 118. Your engaged to Evan Buckley who you've been madly in love with for 4 years. Life is perfect. That is until a late night in the fire house sees a spark between you and your Captain Bobby Nash who happens to be a married man.

When the new firefighter in the house Eddie Diaz becomes best friends with your boyfriend Evan Buckley you can't help but notice a change in him. A bad change. Late nights and hushed conversations are just the beginning of this thrill ride.

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(CSI: NY) Reed Garrett X Reader

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Style of Writing: Fic (Potential Future Series)

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Word count: 5,204

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Post Date & Time: May 20th 2024 at 11:14 PM

Summary: When Reed accidentally gets involved in something his friend died for the reader (his girlfriend) comes home to a very scary situation. Later they each help each other through forms of grief. 

Authors Note: There will be a lot of time skips and it mostly follows Reed’s story line in the show with just a few minor (very minor) changes to it. This will be part of a future Reed series, for now though please just enjoy this part as a little sneak peek to the future series.

Reed’s Pov:

“Did you talk to Mac like you wanted to, babe?” Y/n, my girlfriend, asks as I talk with her on the phone while walking up to our campus dorm room building. 

“Yeah, I did. Told him everything I knew,” I answer her and she sighs, making me imagine her frowning. 

“Reed, baby. Are you sure you should be getting involved with this?” she queries in worry as I open the door to the building. 

“I’ll be fine, babe. It’s for Brian. You know he’d do the same for us,” I beg her to understand and she sighs. 

“I just don’t want you getting hurt,” she tells me in a sad tone and I stop walking up the stairs for a moment. 

“Babe. Mac won’t let me get hurt. I’ll be okay,” I calmly inform her in hopes of calming her anxiety. 

“How’d you even get into the lab, isn’t it hard to get into?” she asks and I smirk as I start walking up the flight of stairs again. 

“I told them I was family and they let me in,” I inform her and she giggles. 

“And they let you in?” she parrots in disbelief and I smile even more as I let out a chuckle. 

“That they did,” I reply to her in a smug tone and she laughs as I imagine her shaking her head in disbelief. 

“That’s crazy. It’s the top forensics building in New York and they just let you in if you say you’re family? Shouldn’t their security be a little better than that?” she asks in an amused tone that makes me chuckle and shake my head. 

“You would think that, wouldn’t you?” I ask and we both laugh. 

“Now I’m second guessing my future line of work…” she jokes and I shake my head. 

“Awe, don’t do that, sweetheart. It’s all you’ve wanted growing up. I’m sure not much actually happens where they need hard core security there anyway,” I comfort to the best of my ability and she laughs. 

“Oh. Okay… I guess I won’t drop out of class,” she jokes and I chuckle, shaking my head at our playfulness. 

“Anyways… When will you be home?” I ask her and she hums. 

“I’ll be home in about a half hour, tops, honey. I promise,” she swears to me and I smile, shaking my head as I continue my walk up the stairs to our dorm room. 

“It’s okay, babe. I know work is demanding sometimes. We’ve talked about this. All I care about is that you come home safe,” I inform her and she giggles, making me smile.

“Ok. Well, I’ll see you in half an hour babe. I love you,” she tells me and my grin grows as I unlock the front door. 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” I respond and before I know it, she’s hanging up. 

I chuckle, shaking my head as I pocket my phone and finish unlocking the door before going into our room. I walk in and pull my bag over my head as I close the door, but I’m immediately in defense mode as the room feels off. I look over at my computer and find a sticky note stuck to it. 

At first I’m relieved, thinking y/n had just left me a cute note like she always does, but when I get closer it’s clear my laptop screen has been broken and as I read the note my stomach drops: keep your story quiet. 

I walk up a little closer as fear now courses through me and next thing I know, I feel a presence behind me. I quickly turn to look at what it is, but as soon as I do I’m punched, making me fall back to the floor. The person keeps kicking and punching me, but I can’t make out who it is because they wear a solid white mask. 

I try my hardest to fight back, but after a few hits to the head everything becomes blurry so I try to curl into myself and hide away. The person keeps kicking and I keep trying to move away, but to no avail. Soon before I know it, the person stops and I look up at them as black spots slowly fill my vision. The last thing I see is the person leaving the dorm room before finally my eyes close. 

Reader’s Pov: 

I smile as I walk up to our dorm room building, glad that my manager let me go home earlier than I was supposed to. I tiredly but happily drag myself up the stairs to surprise my boyfriend. Once I get closer, my smile falls as I see the door is cracked open. I immediately start to worry, seeing as Reed never leaves it open and I carefully push it the rest of the way open. 

“Reed,” I gasp out when I see him crumpled up on the floor.  

“Reed. Baby?” I call him again as I drop my bag aside before getting down onto my knees next to him. 

I shake him and he doesn’t respond so I turn him over. I gasp as I see his face clearly beaten and bruised up. Immediately I stand back up and at first I feel a little dizzy, but I push it off to walk over to the desk. Quickly I search for the card I know Reed has. It takes a few minutes, but I find it and hold it up. I quickly dial the number and it rings for a few minutes. 

“Hello? How can I help you?” A voice asks through the phone and I pause. 

“Hello?” The voice asks again and I blink. 

“H-h-hi, is this Mac Taylor?” I stutter out into the phone and he pauses for a moment. 

“Yes. This is he. May I ask who you are?” he asks and I look over at Reed. 

“I’m Reed’s girlfriend. He, uhh… said this morning that if anything happened to call you,” I quickly explain in a panicked tone. 

“Is Reed okay? Are you?” he asks me and I pause as I look down at Reed, now getting choked up. 

“I’m okay. I came home to our door open and him on the floor,” I explain as I hold my tears back so he can understand me. 

“Okay, listen to me. I’ll be there as quickly as I can and I’ll bring some others with me. Is he unconscious?” he asks me and I hold back another sob. 

“He is. I tried calling out to him and even shaking him, yet no response,” I inform him as I bite my lip, staring down at Reed with tears constantly welling up in my eyes. 

“Ok. Just stay with him. Me and a couple officers will be there in a few minutes, okay?” he calmly tells me and I continue to stare at Reed, not responding. 

“Can you do that?” Mac asks me again and I quickly straighten my back. 

“Y…yeah. Please get here quickly,” I reply as I now get onto the floor next to Reed. 

“Of course. I’ll be there as soon as I can,” he quickly promises before we both hang up. 

I sit against the side of our bed and lightly pick Reed’s head up to lay it in my lap. I hug his head close before leaving a light kiss on his forehead as I finally let the tears fall. 

“Reed. Come on, baby,” I gently coo to him in hopes he’ll start to stir awake. 

“Come on Reed. Please open your eyes for me,” I gently plead with him as I rub his hair back from his forehead. 

I sit with him for a few more minutes before suddenly he lets out a low groan. I perk up and gently shush him as I continue to rub his hair back. 

“It’s okay, baby. I’m here. You’re okay,” I coo softly to him as he slowly comes to. 

It takes him a bit, but finally he fully comes to and when his eyes are fully open, he starts to squirm in my arms. He freaks out for a minute, but calms when I hold his head so he can see it’s only me. 

“Shh. It’s only me, babe. You’re okay… you’re safe. I’m right here,” I calmly murmur to him as I rock us back and forth lightly. 

“No. You can’t be here. Th- they might come back…” he fights me again and I shake my head. 

“No one is coming back, Reed. You're okay and I’m okay. Mac’s on his way,” I inform him as I continue to play with his hair and he immediately calms again. 

“I’m sorry you came home to me like this, babe,” he groans out and I shake my head. 

“It’s okay, honey. I’m with you through anything, you know that,” I promise him and he smiles sadly up at me. 

“Reed,” a voice calls out, making me look up to see a man standing at our door. 

“Hi, Mac,” Reed replies with a sheepish smile. 

“He’s in here, guys,” Mac calls down the hall before walking into the room. 

“Hi. I’m Mac,” introduces himself to me and I smile lightly at him. 

“I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you from Reed,” I explain and Mac smiles. 

“It’s nice to meet you too, although I wish it was over lunch or breakfast instead of this,” Mac comments and Reed laughs lightly. 

“Yeah, that’s my fault,” Reed comments with a sheepish smile that also seems to be full of pain. 

“Do you wanna get up?” I ask Reed and he gives me a light nod. 

“Ok. Come on,” I nod back before standing by myself and getting ready to help him up. 

I help him until he stands with Mac helping from Reed’s other side. Once he’s standing, he staggers ever so slightly and I hold onto him tighter before he moves to sit on the bed. One of the paramedics that came with Mac walks over. Once Reed sits, the dizzy feeling starts to creep up again and now I stagger a bit. 

“Whoa. Babe, sit,” Reed tells me as he holds onto my hand. 

“Hold that thought,” I reply before rushing to the bathroom on the other side of our room. 

“Babe?” Reed questions as he gets up and rushes in after me. 

I drop down onto my knees in front of the toilet and my stomach releases the dinner I had before work. Reed quickly rushes to hold my hair back and rubs my back soothingly. It takes a few minutes, but soon I finish and sit back against Reed. 

“Babe. Are you doing okay?” he asks me with a furrowed brow. 

“I’m fine, honey. I think I’m just in shock mode. You know me. Let’s go back out,” I tell him as I wipe at my lips before standing and cupping some water into my mouth. 

“Are you sure?” he asks me and I nod. 

“Let’s go,” I reply before pulling him back out to the bed. 

“Babe. Sit,” Reed commands as he pulls me down next to him. 

“Okay. Let’s take a look at the injuries,” the paramedic comments as he pulls out a few things from his bag. 

The paramedic quickly looks him over, checking his eyes and has him follow the light. Then he checks Reed’s ribs for any that may be broken. Soon the paramedic packs his stuff back up and stands. 

“Okay, son. I think you are okay. Nothing major, just a few bruises, a concussion, and a few broken ribs. All should heal within the next month,” the paramedic informs Reed who nods and sniffles. 

“Make sure to put something cold on that forehead bruise and maybe that eye,” the paramedic finishes off before nodding to Mac. 

“Wait…” Reed calls out before the paramedic can leave. 

“Yes?” The paramedic questions as he turns back to Reed. 

“Can you please look over my girlfriend? She’s been having throw up episodes and dizzy spells,” Reed explains and I quickly try to hide the widening of my eyes by looking towards the fridge. 

“Reed, baby. I’m okay. I told you it’s just the shock, it’ll wear off. Really, I’m fine,” I tell him before turning around with a soda. 

“Are you sure, ma’am? I don’t mind giving you a look,” the paramedic butts in and I fight the huff I want to let out. 

“Oh. Thank you, sir, but really, I’m fine,” I deflect and the paramedic seems to get the clue. 

“Ok. Have a good rest of your night then,” the paramedic bids his goodbye, leaving before Reed can say anything. 

“Here, babe, put this on your face,” I tell Reed as I hand him a can and he gives me a look of disbelief. 

“What?” I ask when he doesn’t take the can. 

“You should have gotten checked out,” he tells me and I sigh, shaking my head. 

“Reed. How many times do I have to tell you? I’m okay. A little shaken from finding you unconscious on the floor? Hell yeah. Other than that, I’m fine. I have a doctor's appointment set up tomorrow, remember?” I tell him and he sighs, shaking his head. 

“I just want you to be okay,” he whispers out and I smile softly as I sit down next to him. 

“And I am. So let’s get you in the same boat, okay?” I ask him as I reach forward and squeeze his hand. 

“Okay…” he agrees softly before pulling me into his side. 

“Here, baby. Put this on your face,” I almost command as I put the soda into his other hand and he chuckles. 

“Okay. Okay,” he agrees as he wraps his fingers around it and pulls the can up to his face. 

“Are you two sure you're alright?” Mac asks and we both look up at him. 

“Yeah. I think we are,” Reed tells him before putting the soda back on his face. 

“Reed. I want you and this beautiful girl of yours to stay at your parents’ house tonight,” Mac tells him, pointing at him. 

“Yeah. I’m keeping y/n safe,” Reed comments as he takes the can from his face and stands. 

“This is my first Geraldo, you know. Beat up for a story. Making my girlfriend have a freak out when she just wanted to come home and sleep,” he explains as he looks at himself in the mirror next to our bed. He rubs at his face before I stand just a bit to smack his hand away from his face. 

“What’s this about?” Mac asks him as he leans over the desk and uses tweezers to take the note off the broken screen. 

“I have no idea. You know, I’m not even writing on the Kings and shadows. My piece is about students paying other students to take their exams for them,” Reed explains as he sits back down next to me and I cuddle into his side when he puts his arm around me. 

“Brian Miller know this?” Mac asks as he closes up the yellow envelope he holds. 

“I told him as soon as he told me what he was writing about,” Reed replies with a head nod and Mac pauses as he looks at our floor. 

He soon moves and bends down to it. He uses the tweezers to pick up what looks like a crumb of some kind and lifts it up to his face. 

“Let me see the bottom of both your shoes,” Mac tells us and Reed nods. 

“Yeah… ow,” Reed winces as he lifts his leg and I rub his chest lightly before lifting my own. 

“See, Brian and I, we were pretty competitive,” Reed explains and I scoff. 

“Pretty, baby you were more than competitive, admit it. You know I’m right,” I jump in and Reed looks at me before laughing. 

“I mean, she’s got a point… anyway, like I told him I wouldn’t mention him in my piece if he quit,” Reed goes on with his explanation again, wincing as he switches legs for Mac to look at. 

“But he said he’d already agreed to take two more exams. Then he was out,” Reed ends his explanation as now both his feet are down again. 

Mac looks over my first foot real quick, then I switch to the other and he looks at that one too before letting me put them back down. 

“Eddie Williams and Thomas Brighton were Brian’s last two clients,” Mac starts and Reed puts his head down, letting out a low ‘Yeah,’ as he does. 

“But only one of them had reason to want both stories killed,” Mac ominously comments as he stands up and puts the envelope in his pocket. 

After Mac and the rest of the CSIs left our apartment, we quickly packed our bags before heading to Reed’s parents’ house. Now we lay on his childhood bed together and Reed rubs my back lightly. 

“I’m thinking of going to Brian’s funeral…” he comments out loud and I move my head so I can look at him, letting my chin rest on his chest. 

“If you want to go, baby, we’ll go. When is it?” I inform him and he smiles softly at me. 

“How did I get so lucky?” he asks me as he rubs my arm ever so lightly and I smile. 

“I think I’m the lucky one,” I inform him and he smiles again, shaking his head in disbelief. 

“How about we’re both lucky?” he asks in a cheeky tone and I grin, giggling. 

“Agreed. Now, when’s Brian’s funeral?” I ask him and he pauses. 

“Tomorrow afternoon…” he admits, almost like it’s a bad thing. 

“Why do you say that like it’s bad, babe?” I ask him and he shrugs. 

“I mean… you have your appointment tomorrow, right?” he asks me and I perk up, sitting up fast. 

“Babe? What’s wrong?” he asks me with confusion and worry written all over his face. 

“I have something for you. I was going to give it to you tonight, but then everything happened,” I quickly explain as I dig around in my bag for the small gift I have for him and his face relaxes. 

“Babe, you didn’t have to,” he denies, shaking his head as I finally pull the small gift bag out of my bag. 

“Oh, but I did. Open it. I think you’ll be plenty surprised. I know I was,” I tell him as I sit on the bed with my legs curled up behind me and bite my lip. 

He starts to open it and soon before I know it, he’s pulling the little onesie out. He pauses to read it before looking up at me. I smile a shy, worried smile as he looks at me in awe. 

“Babe, is this real?” he asks and I giggle, nodding as tears well up in my eyes. 

“I had the same reaction. I know we said we’d wait till after marriage, but I know you’re the only one for me and I’ve known that since 4th Grade,” I ramble as I play with a loose string on his blanket. 

“Babe-” he starts, but I quickly cut him off. 

“That’s what the appointment tomorrow is for. First scan…” I trail off before I let out a gasp as he uses his finger to guide my face up to look at him. 

“Honey, I’m not mad. I’m elated, like you said I’ve seen us together since forever,” he tells me softly as he rubs my cheek ever so slightly and the tears start to fall. 

“I love you Reed, so, so much,” I inform him softly as his eyes fill with tears too and he wipes at one that falls down my cheek. 

“I love you too, so, so much pretty girl, always,” he replies, rubbing my cheek and I grin. 

He sets the onsie and its bag aside before turning back to me. He pulls me back into the hug and kisses my forehead before slowly laying both of us back down onto the bed. He lightly rubs my arm that lays across his stomach along with my lower back. We lay there for a few minutes, both grinning ear to ear as he now rubs light circles on my stomach, making me laugh every few minutes when it tickles a little. Soon he leaves another kiss on my forehead as he moves back to just rubbing my arm. 

“I was also thinking of asking Mac where mom was buried,” he mumbles out, breaking the serene silence as I draw shapes against his covered stomach. 

“If you want to, honey. I think it’d be nice to know,” I agree with him and he sighs. 

“It’s just… I wanted you to meet her just as bad as I did myself. It might… be the only way for me to introduce you and myself to her,” he explains and I shake my head. 

“Reed, baby. That’s very sweet, but you don’t have to explain to me. I get it, I know you,” I softly tell him as I lay my chin on his chest to look at him again. 

“And I’d love to meet her, although I’m very sure she’s looking down on you and watching over you,” I tell him softly as I reach up and caress his face. 

He leans into it before kissing my palm and a tear falls from his eye. I quickly catch it and wipe it away. He shakes his head and I smile softly at him. 

“What?” I ask him as he just stares at me like I hung the stars just for him. 

“I think she sent me you, knowing I’d need you. So she sent your stubborn little self my way…” he tells me softly and I huff. 

“I wasn’t that stubborn…” I fight back with a roll of my eyes. 

“Oh yes, you were. Still are. I remember your little first grade self marching up next to me and little Hero Mckinley telling him he should laugh at someone who clearly needs help and pushing him,” he jokes with a smirk and I roll my eyes. 

“Well he was making fun of you! I wasn’t just going to stand by and let my best friend get made fun of. Plus, he’s the one that egged me on,” I grunt as I cross my arms and Reed chuckles. 

“And who the hell names their kid Hero then teaches him to be an absolute asshat? Like that’s just stupid. Heroes are supposed to be the one saving the day, not the villain. I mean it’s literally in the name,” I complain and Reed laughs, making me slap his shoulder. 

“I mean, I can’t say I don’t agree with you, baby. He was the absolute worst,” he adds with a dramatic eye roll before shaking his head and I sigh. 

“Really, he didn’t wanna be pushed, he shouldn't have been bullying you and other kids, let alone tell me to fight someone my own size,” I add on and Reed laughs again. 

“Really, he shouldn’t have. You’ve always been good at taking down people half your size…” he agrees though his laughter and I shake my head. 

“Damn right you are, baby. He should have known not to mess with you,” I tell him and he grins as his laugh dies off. 

“See I told you, she must have sent you my way. Must have known that little me would be a sissy pants,” he jokes, wiggling his eyebrows and I sigh. 

“Reed, you weren’t a sissy pants. You were an only child and you were seven years old,” I deadpan and he chuckles. 

“So were you!” he fights back and I shake my head. 

“Yeah… but I had two brothers… who still like to kick my butt when they see me. I literally had to learn to fight back,” I humorlessly tell him with a raised eyebrow and he pauses. 

“Yeah, I guess that changes things a bit…” he comments and he chuckles when I smack him again. 

“Ya think?!” I playfully ask him as if he’s stupid only making him laugh again.

“I really do think mom sent me you though,” he seriously informs me when he’s done laughing. 

“Well, maybe she knew we were made for each other, then. I know myself that we are,” I tell him and he smiles. 

“I love you, you know that?” he asks me and I smile softly. 

“Yes, I know that, and I also happen to know that I love you just as much,” I reply to him and he smiles before stretching his neck just a little bit to kiss my nose. 

I giggle and scrunch up my nose, but kiss him back when he kisses my lips next. He then lays back and I cuddle in a little closer. 

“Sleep honey, sleep, we’ve had a very long day,” he informs me and I nod sleepily against his chest. 

“Very, very long indeed. You sleep too, Reed,” I tell him in the most stern tone I can manage though my sleepiness and he chuckles. 

“I promise, baby. I will,” he replies and it makes me grin before my eyes slowly close as sleep soon takes over. 

I hold onto Reed’s arm as we walk out of the church behind the family and the pallbearers. He stops at the top of the stairs and puts his hands in his pockets as he lightly kicks the ground with the tip of his shoe. I squeeze his arm and he takes his opposite hand out of his pocket. He grabs my arm lightly and squeezes it back as I lean against him. I nuzzle into his side and turns to me, giving my forehead a kiss before leaning his cheek against of my head as I close my eyes. 

I open my eyes again and see he’s tearing up again as he watches them put the coffin in the hearse. I rub his arms for a few minutes before he gives a small nod of his head. 

“Mac’s over there,” he comments and I look up at where he nodded. 

“You wanna go talk to him?” I ask and he nods solemnly. 

Reed takes his hand out of his pocket and reaches down to mine, gripping it softly as we walk down the steps. 

“Hey, Mac,” Reed greets his somewhat surrogate dad as we come to a stop. 

Mac spares a look over at the casket as the pallbearers push it the rest of the way into the hearse. Reed chokes up again as he too watches and I start to choke up as well. I rub my cheek lightly against his shoulder while holding his hand a little closer for comfort. He pulls his hand away from mine so he can put his arm around my shoulder. I nuzzle into his neck as I try to hide my face and he squeezes my shoulder. 

“I wanted you kids to know that we’re going to make an arrest,” Mac informs us and Reed lets out a long sigh. 

“Good. I’m glad,” Reed comments, squeezing my side lightly as he lets more tears flow. 

“Maybe I should have just turned Brian in for cheating, you know?” Reed adds on as he starts to cry even more and I squeeze his side with the arm I have wrapped around his stomach. 

“He would have been kicked out of the university, but he never would have been in that hedge maze,” Reed finishes his thought with even more tears running down his face and I kiss his cheek lightly. 

“You’re taking a lot of responsibility, Reed,” Mac comments and Reed shakes his head. 

“It’s ‘cause I feel bad… I feel I shoulda stopped him. I feel like I shoulda done something, but…” Reed trails off as he looks down for a moment and I hug him a little tighter. 

“I’m gonna miss him,” Reed comments and I finally let out a broken sob. 

“Goodness, Reed. I’m gonna miss him too,” I add and Reed hugs me closer as I cry into his shoulder. 

“I know, babe. I’m so sorry,” Reed tells me as he rubs my lower back and I shake my head. 

“Don’t you dare say that. It’s not you who should be sorry. It’s whoever killed Brian who needs to be sorry,” I sternly tell him, hoping it’ll change the way he’s thinking. 

“I’d listen to your girlfriend. She speaks the truth,” Mac tells Reed and he lazily points at me. 

“She always does… look, we gotta go,” Reed tells him. “We’re gonna head over to the cemetery before y/n’s doctor's appointment,” Reed informs him and he nods solemnly. 

“Reed, if there’s anything I can do for you two…” Mac sympathetically promises us, Reed looks at me for a moment and I nod at him. He looks down for a second, thinking it over before looking up. 

“I’d like to know where my mom’s buried,” Reed finally asks and Mac looks away, sighing for a moment. 

“She wasn’t…” Mac somberly states and Reed sighs before turning to me to lean his forehead against me. 

“Her body was never found. No trace at all…” Mac explains in a tone of melancholy before pausing. 

“But they’re…” he tries to continue, but stops to sigh. “We’re still looking,” he finishes, looking away as his own grief hits him. 

Reed sighs before letting go of me and taking a few steps forward. He reaches out and pulls Mac into a hug. It takes Mac a second before he hugs back and squeezes him a bit with both hands. Reed sniffles as he and Mac hold each other in the hug for a few minutes before hesitantly parting. Reed steps back and puts his arm back around my waist, pulling me into his side. 

“Thanks for everything,” Reed gives Mac his appreciation and Mac nods. 

“Ok. Then we gotta get going. Ready, babe?” Reed comments as he turns to me and I raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Oh! Can we, ahh, do lunch or breakfast tomorrow?” Reed asks and Mac smiles softly. 

“Yeah. Of course. Just text me the time and place,” Mac agrees with a smile and Reed nods happily. 

“Ok then, we’ll see you tomorrow, Mac,” Reed promises with a smile and Mac nods. 

“See you tomorrow, kids,” Mac replies and Reed gives him one last nod before starting to walk away. 

After leaving Mac we quickly head to the subway and get on. We ride it all the way to the street my doctor’s office is on before getting off. 

“Are you excited, babe?” I ask Reed, who squeezes my hand. 

“Of course I am. What kind of question is that?” he jokingly asks and I playfully roll my eyes. 

“Oh of course, I’m so sorry,” I reply with a grin as he opens the door and holds it open for me. 

“Let’s go see our baby,” he tells me with his own grin as I walk through the door. 

The end…

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random dialogue prompts #38

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Random Dialogue - [ Adam Ross ]

Prompt: “You’re such a dork.” “Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me.”

Word Count: 707

Warnings: female!reader, fluff

A/N: idk if there’s much of an audience for adam out there but i love him so thank you to whoever suggested this! i hope you like it and i hope there’s others out there who do too

shoutout to @dumplingsjinson for the prompt list

Masterlist | Adam Masterlist

Waiting for test results was always slow and boring. There wasn’t much to do but stare at the screen and hope it went faster so you’d get the team one step closer to finding their killer, but unfortunately for all of you, these things took time. And a lot of it.

You couldn’t even do anything else whilst you waited as all your open case files were stuck in the waiting period as well. Same with Adam who was currently spinning in circles in front of his own screen, telling you facts about penguins of all things. You didn’t know exactly how the topic went from dirt trace found at the crime scene to penguins, but you weren’t exactly complaining.

You always loved hearing him ramble on about things that made him happy and if penguins happened to do that, then let’s just say you’d be stopping off at the store on your way home to buy him a stuffed one.

“And did you know that penguins adapted to fly underwater…” Adam continued, his chair squeaking quietly beneath him as he spun in slow circles. “I mean how crazy is that? Flying underwater?”

“That is crazy.” You replied softly, unable to help but smile at him as you leaned against your table, your chin propped up on your closed fist as you stared at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

“Right? See, most birds have these hollow, air-filled bones to help them stay light for flying. But penguins, they naturally adapted to have solid bones instead, that way it makes it easier for them to swim and they don’t just float up to the surface again.” He finished with a little wiggle of his hand through the air, as though mimicking that of a penguin floating to the surface of the ocean.

You chuckled softly to yourself, shaking your head a little as you couldn’t believe just how many strange, yet interesting, facts swam about inside his head. Ones that he often passed on to you and that you even found yourself repeating to others without realising.

You’ll never forget the day you ended up in the elevator with Mac and began to tell him all about the difference between brown bear fur and polar bear fur. He’d only said good morning to you, yet he got a lot more than he bargained for when you opened your mouth. Not to mention when the elevator came to a stop and he simply said ‘you’re spending too much time with Adam’ before walking away, leaving you drowning in embarrassment as your relationship with Adam had been on the down low back then… Or so you both thought.

But now that you were both out to the world officially, you simply didn’t care if people told you that you were spending too much time with Adam, because if you could, then you’d spend every single waking moment of your time listening to him talk.

“You’re such a dork.” You breathed out, a soft laugh mixed in there somewhere as you straightened from your slouched position. You could see how Adam blushed a little and you heard his own, little, awkward chuckle escape his lips as he realised he’d been rambling.

But he also knew you loved it when he would talk about complete and utter nonsense when you were both waiting on test results, as, like you’d told him many times when he apologised for doing so, it made the long wait that little bit less boring.

“Yeah, no wonder you’re so in love with me.” He exhaled as he stretched his arms over his head, unaware that you’d gotten to your feet and were currently making your way over to his little corner of the lab.

It wasn’t until he felt your hands land on his shoulders did he know you’d moved, and when you placed a sweet, gentle kiss on his cheek, just above the lining of his beard, he couldn’t help but smile. And it was a smile that grew just that little bit more when your next words reached his ears.

“You got that right.” You whispered, placing another soft kiss on his cheek. “I am so madly in love with you.”

Prompt List

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Current WIPs

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Dad!Matt Murdock x wife!reader fluff

Don flack x fem!reader angst/hurt/comfort

Poe Dameron x fem!pilot!reader angst/hurt/comfort

California Hatin' part 2 (comics! Clint Barton x fem!reader, humor/fluff/action/hurt/comfort)

Wattpad:

Lifeless, Ch. 1 (Jason Todd sister!OC)

Cosmic, Ch. 2 (Peter Quill x OC)

Ashes: Enterprise (Dr. McCoy x OC)

Head in the Clouds (Bradley Bradshaw x Mav's Daughter!OC)

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{Spark doll au.]

R/n, while she and Tregear exploring a defunct medical lab that grew human limbs: You know, I can take dead bodies obviously, decomp, little old ladies chopped up into bits, but this? Tregear, I just saw a rat run by with an ear on it's back!

Tregear, picking up old equipment parts: What's that saying? Progress is great, it just went on too far?

[Tregear raids old military bases, laboratories and hospitals for forgotten machinery and other equipment so he can reverse engineer and reconstruct it for his own use.]

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updated rules and fandoms!!

hello hello, it’s been a while. i kinda wanna get back into writing more serious pieces, so i figured it was time to re-open my requests and post my updated fandoms and rules to see if anyone wants anything!! below you will find my new rules and my fandoms, alongside the characters i will write for!! please take a look if you want something and let me know!!

MY REQUEST RULES:

-i tend to only write one off pieces, but if i feel like a piece has potential, or tons of people seem to be really into a concept, then i am open to writing multiple parts!

-i tend to try and write my pieces from a gender-neutral stance. however, if you would like a specific gender of reader, please don’t hesitate to let me know and i shall specify that in the little summary at the start of the piece!

-all my pieces are x reader!! i don’t tend to use named ocs for my pieces, as i want my pieces to be accessible to everyone!!

-idk if smut pieces are even allowed on here anymore? but if they are, i can have a go, they just might be kinda bad bc it’s not something i have a ton of experience writing?

-i accept aus, sentence prompts, vague ideas, whatever you have. just remember that the more specific you are in your request, the better job i’ll do with bringing your vision to life!!

-for the characters below, assume i’ll write platonic (friendship), familial or romantic pieces for all of them, unless specified otherwise!! i am also open to having the reader be related to another character (e.g. an oc that’s one character’s sister and is romantically paired with another one!)!

-the only things i won’t write is stuff that is incredibly triggering, illegal age gaps and stuff that is obviously distasteful. anything that i think may be mildly triggering in a piece will be tagged at the start of the post!

-please be patient with requests!! my motivation to write does tend to go up and down, depending on my mood!! if it’s been like a month and i’ve not written your request, please don’t hesitate to send in a message checking up on me!!

MY FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR:

CRIMINAL MINDS -david rossi [please send requests in for him, i love this man so much??] -spencer reid -aaron hotchner -derek morgan -jennifer ‘jj’ jareau -penelope garcia -emily prentiss -elle greenaway -alex blake -kate callahan -luke alvez -tara lewis -matt simmons

there’s some other more minor characters i’m willing to write for like will, so feel free to ask if there’s a specific character you want that’s not on this list! just please note i won’t write for gideon, strauss or any unsubs!!

CSI: NY -mac taylor -danny messer -adam ross -lindsay monroe -don flack -stella bonasera -sheldon hawkes -sid hammerback (will only write platonic/familial pieces for him)

will write for jo when i rewatch her seasons!!

CSI: MIAMI -horatio caine -tim speedle -eric delko -ryan wolfe -calleigh duquesne -alexx woods -yelina salas

might write for other characters when i get to their seasons on my rewatch!

DOCTOR WHO -the thirteenth doctor -graham o’brien (will only write platonic/familial pieces for him!) -ryan sinclair -yaz khan -dan lewis -the tenth doctor -the eleventh doctor -the twelfth doctor -the ninth doctor -rose tyler -martha jones -donna noble -amy pond -rory williams -clara oswald -nardole -bill potts -kate stewart -petronella osgood -river song

only tend to rewatch jodie’s seasons atm so i will be better at writing those characters!!

and that’s all for now!! if you would like to request something, please send me a message, including the following pieces of information: -the fandom -the character -your prompt -any other information that you’d like me to know! (i.e. if you want the reader to be a particular gender, if you want the reader to be related to a specific character, etc!!)

thank you for reading!! stay safe, and i look forward to writing some stuff for you!! <3

[if you have any questions about your request and whether or not i’ll write something for you, please don’t hesitate to message me and ask!!]

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Beauty Standards

Don Flack x Reader (Romance)

Summary: Reader gets insecure about their looks and contemplates ending their engagement with Flack.

A/N:This one was requested by @sirishavenigalla. I'm not that experienced with writing romance, so I hope it turned out alright.

Warnings: Reader struggles with their self image, fighting in a relationship, some angst

Something about Don Flack seemed off today. Danny had noticed that his friend wasn't the attentive, focused detective he usually would be. After Flack had snapped at Mac Taylor, didn't eat anything for lunch and left all paperwork unfinished in a messy pile, Danny decided he had to confront his friend about this: "Don, we need to talk". "Why, what is it", right now Flack sounded only sad and tired. "Something is going on with you. It's not only that you are not focused on the case, you're wearing a Stone Temple Pilots shirt to work. It's nothing you'd normally do and I know that this shirt is not yours but (Y/N)s", Danny wasn't only worried about Flack, but also about (Y/N). It was well known that Don Flack and (Y/N) (L/N) had a tendency to make really emotion based decisions. Flack waited for a bit before he started talking: "(Y/N) left me behind". "What do you mean?", Danny was confused, it had always seemed like (Y/N) and Don had a picture perfect relationship. They had met at a concert. Sam had dragged him there and he hadn't really been in the mood for a concert but that had changed once he saw (Y/N) in the crowd. Three years had passed and they had recently gotten engaged. Why should all of this be over now?

Now the answer to this question wasn't an easy one. We live in a society where people get judged by others and feel pressure to meet beauty standards that are often impossible to achieve. (Y/N) was usually aware of the fact that everything they saw in magazines was usually photoshopped to a point where it wouldn't even be possible to fit all important organs into the model, but ever since one of their family members had asked them if they put on more weight, (Y/N) started to feel more and more insecure about their weight. They had suffered with body image issues a lot when they were younger and now they feared that they weren't good enough for Flack. They loved him so much and right now (Y/N) was so convinced that they couldn't make him happy that they made a rushed decision. (Y/N) left the shiny engagement ring on the kitchen table and added a note.

Donnie, I'm very sorry to do this, but I need space to think about something. I'm only doing this for you.

-(Y/N)

And so, (Y/N) left the apartment to spend the day somewhere else.

"Did you try calling them?", all of this seemed very odd to Danny, "you definitely have to talk about this". "They won't pick up the phone and they're very vague in the answers to my texts. I don't know what to do anymore, maybe this is all my fault". "You should go and find them, our case is closed anyway and we have the rest covered", Danny sounded very convincing. "Thanks Danny, I'll go and try to fix this", Flack left the CSI building.

He finally found (Y/N) at a motel, sitting on the chair in front of a mirror. He wanted to go in for a hug immediately but as (Y/N) stood from the chair they pushed him away. "Why did you just leave? I was worried sick about you, is it something I did?", he sounded angry for some reason. "You wouldn't understand it anyways", the last thing (Y/N) wanted was a fight but it just happened. "What do you mean, (Y/N)? Am I not good enough?", even Don Flack gets insecure when it comes to the love of his life. "No, that's the problem, Donnie. You're perfect. You're the best boyfriend anyone could ask for and you deserve so much better than being with me", (Y/N) started crying and they hated it. Flack just stared in confusion as (Y/N) continued: "Just look at me, I'm boring and ugly and as my family never fails to tell me, I've been putting on weight. I don't deserve someone as good as you, in fact I deserve to be alone forever, because no one could ever love me". Flack needed a moment to process everything that (Y/N) had just said. Then he pulled them into a hug and this time they just let it happen. He started to ramble: "(Y/N), please don't think like that. I love you more than anyone else on this planet. Whatever other people say about you doesn't matter. You're perfect to me just the way you are". (Y/N) started crying even harder but Flack just held onto them. He continued: "I love the way you look at me when you get really excited about something, and I love how you sing along to every song and can always tell me what a song is called when I only know three words and the melody. You're the most kind and caring person I know and I love the way you look, you're the most beautiful person to me even when we take a walk at night and the only light comes from a street lamp". "Do you really mean all of this, Donnie?", (Y/N) leaned their head against his shoulder. "Every single word. And what's really impossible for me is to stop loving you, so will you please stay with me?", he looked at them with a pleading expression. "Of course I will. I love you so much. I'm sorry for reacting like this", (Y/N) felt a little embarrassed about it now. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault", Flack fished (Y/N)s engagement ring out of his pocket and slid it back onto their finger.

"Do you want to come back home with me?" "Yeah, let's go", and so they left the motel.

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Valentine’s Day Six: Partner’s Birthday

Flack didn’t make a big deal out of his birthday, not really. The team always wished him a happy birthday, and he either got a call from his family or a text. With the difference in your schedules, typically, you didn’t get to see him but for a few minutes before you went to bed at night, so you always called him first thing in the morning. It was just how things were.

But he was surprised when you didn’t call him that morning. He was even more surprised when, when he finally did get through to you, and you didn’t mention it. You weren’t one to forget a birthday. But...he didn’t make a big deal out of it, so he didn’t mention it. Instead, he got his coffee, and went to work, figuring he’d let it go.

The sound of his laughter made you grin, and bounce on the balls of your feet, when he got to the precinct, only to see you standing at his desk, a cake next to his keyboard, and a small bag in your hand.

“Happy birthday!” you laughed, throwing up your hand as he came up to you, flinging a small handful of confetti at him as he squawked, and laughed. His arms looped around your waist, his grin making it hard to nail the kiss, but neither of you cared, as you looped your free hand around his shoulders to pull him down. “Happy birthday,” you repeated, as he pulled back, cupping your face.

“Thank you, sweetheart. What’s this?” he asked, poking the bag, as you grinned, and glanced around, handing it to him.

“It’s your gift, but you can’t open the bag until tonight...you can open this, though,” you told him, handing him a card. Flack moved an arm around your shoulders, letting you lean into his side as he opened the card. You watched him, intently, biting you lip, as his brow went up, and his ears went red, fingers flipping the card shut immediately.

“...you serious?” he murmured, as you pushed up onto your toes, lips brushing his cheek.

“About which part? The cuffs, or the hotel?”

“...both,” he answered, eyes darting to be sure no one was watching you two. You smiled, and kissed him gently, before pulling back.

“Absolutely. So stay focused, and when you’re off tour, come by,” you told him, holding the bag up with a smirk. “And then you might get to open this.”

“I’m really tempted to call off work.” Laughing softly, you shook your head, and smiled a little softer.

“Cake. Work. Then temptation,” you promised, catching his hand to squeeze it as you walked around him. “Happy birthday baby.”

“Yes. Yes it is.”

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Next big work

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Masterlist - Updated: 7/4/18

Rafael Barba:

Tell Me What You Want

Losing the Battle

Goodnight Sweetheart

Carry On Counselor

Lingerie

Rafael Loves…

Sunday Morning With Rafael

Living With Rafael

Pillow Talk

Mike Dodds:

Mental Health Check

His Brother’s Keeper

Mike Loves…

Sunday Morning With Mike Dodds

Living With Mike Dodds

See You Again

Expectations

Casual

Sonny Carisi:

Sonny Loves…

Living With Sonny

Sundays With Sonny

Carisi At Comic Con

Nick Amaro:

Interested!Amaro - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series

Part One: Sweet Dreams

Olivia Benson x Amanda Rollins:

Lullaby

Mike Dodds x Sonny Carisi:

Show Me

Relationship Questions

Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi:

Unwrapped

Relationship Questions

Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi x Mike Dodds:

Three In The Bed

Rafael Barba x Trevor Langan

Relationship Questions

First Kiss

Reckless

Coming Clean

Divorce Papers

Asks:

Unknown Love HC - Rafael Barba x Sonny Carisi

Mental Health HC - Rafael Barba

Squad Finding Out You’re Dating Mike Dodds - Mike Dodds

Dating Chief Dodds - William Dodds

Finding Out You’re Parents Were Serial Killers - Mike Dodds, Nick Amaro, William Dodds

Dealing With A Seizure - Rafael Barba, Sonny Carisi

Strung Out Friend - Rafael Barba, Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds Dating a Grad Student - Mike Dodds

Sonny Notices Bruises - Sonny Carisi

Playlists:

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Fics:

All In - Rafael Barba x OC:

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen

Chicago PD

HCs & Imagines

Sunday Mornings With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Mouse & His Sobriety - Greg Gerwitz

Mouse On Reading - Greg Gerwitz

Living With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Married To Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Nightly Routine With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Waking Up With Antonio Dawson - Antonio Dawson

PTSD!Mouse - Can be read as stand alone or part of a series

Part One: Night Terrors - Greg Gerwitz

Part Two: Making Plans - Greg Gerwitz

Part Three: Reflection - Jay Halstead

Part Four: Coming Clean - Greg Gerwitz

Part Five: No Pressure - Greg Gerwitz

Asks:

Honeymoon With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Friday Nights With Mouse -  Greg Gerwitz

Working in Tech With Mouse - Greg Gerwitz

Dating Mouse and Being Jay’s Sister - Greg Gerwitz

Aggressive Guy In A Bar - Greg Gerwitz

Fics:

Million Reasons - Antonio Dawson x OC

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, 

CSI: Miami

Asks:

Horatio Caine’s Daughter - Horatio Caine

Criminal Minds

HCs

Living With Spencer Reid - Spencer Reid

Dating Spencer Reid - Spencer Reid

Living With Luke Alvez - Luke Alvez

Luke Alvez Proposes - Luke Alvez

Grey’s Anatomy

HCs

Owen Loves… - Owen Hunt

CSI: NY

Fics:

Complicated - Don Flack x OC

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six,

MCU

AU!Bucky - Can be read as stand alone or as a series

Part One: Touch - Bucky Barnes

Part Two: Lucky - Bucky Barnes

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Petals of Winter - Chapter 1

Summary: Just when you think your new life was working out great, a dead body turns up and shakes the foundation. You have to drop everything to save those you care about, but what if it’s you that is the target once again? Either way, this isn’t a place for a hero.

Shows: NCIS (Season 5 - 2007 to 2008), CSI NY (Season 4 - 2007 to 2008)

Pairing: Mac Taylor x Reader, Gibbs x Reader, Fornell x Reader

Warnings: Can we just have a warning that covers everything including spoilers?

A/N:  I want to give a shout out to @spaceemonkeyyxd for helping me get this started. I had writers block for the longest time on this story. Also this is my first time writing CSI NY and NCIS, so be kind lol

 Chapter 1

New York City, was not exactly where you thought you would end up in your life. At first you thought that you would always be a psychologist in the Marines. However, as time went on you ended up joining NCIS, a Special Agent. Your skills in psychology came in handy as you mainly built profiles to help catch the murder or did analysists of interrogations. After years of working as part of Special Agent Jethro Gibbs’ team, you ended up with a special assignment.

As you matched the physical type of a serial killer that was on taking out Navy and Military women, you volunteered to try and become the target. Granted, it was not an idea that went over well. The only person that agreed with your idea was FBI Special Agent Tobias Fornell. Fornell was brought in on the case as the serial killer had taken out one of his agents.

However, after two weeks of being under cover, all you were able to find out what the name of the serial killer. It turned out the one that was doing all the killing was a Special Agent with the FBI, Daniel LaKlare. When you were pulled from being under cover, LaKlare made one last statement. That he would be back, and be back for you.

But that was four months ago, and now you were in New York City. You chose to leave NCIS after the LaKlare case, as you felt that continuing to work with them was putting them in jeopardy if LaKlare was ever to get released. In your mind, if you were no where near them, they would be safe and LaKlare would have a hard time finding you.

By moving to New York City, you took a job with the Crime Lab. There you were doing the same thing you did with NCIS, a profiler. At least that was something you knew you were good at; getting into the minds of killers.

XoX

As much as there wasn’t snow on the ground, the temperature was hovering around the zero mark. Steam was rising up from the storm drains as a crisp wind cut through the five boroughs of the city. Many of the citizens of the city decided to stay in for the night as the temperatures continued to plump due to the Artic air that was being pushed down on the city.

Bundled up, you made your way through the small city park. “Three o’clock in the morning,” You muttered as you walked under the crime scene tape, into the homicide scene. “Murderers have no concept of a weekend off.”

“Do they ever?” Homicide Detective Don Flack questioned as he walked towards you with his note pad open. “Victim’s name is Lisa Riesen, age 36.” He explained as you started towards the body, that was laying in the middle of the park.

“Any family?” You asked.

Flack shook his head, “Looking into that now. But,” he paused as he took a hold of your elbow stopping you, “You might want to know that she was a Lieutenant in the Marines.”

You turned looking at him with a frown. “Her Command Sargent been notified?” You asked.

“Two uni’s are on their way now to notify him.” Flack answered as you made your way back towards the body. “Danny is already processing the scene.”

Nodding, you felt a sickening feeling sweep over you. Something about this caused your gut to twist. Pushing yourself forwards you made your way to the crime scene. The first thing you noticed was the way the body was displayed; right palm was up and the left was facing down. Like she was sleeping. The second thing, was the type of victim, her appearance.

“Messer, you got an extra pair of gloves?” You asked as you knelt next to the victim.

Danny Messer, on of your co-workers nodded and grabbed a pair out of his kit, “What did ya find?” He asked as he handed the gloves to you.

Pulling on the gloves you looked at him, “Let just say, I hope I am wrong about this.” You said as you moved Riesen’s hair to the side. Closing your eyes, you took a breath as you spotted one of your fears.

“There’s a puncture mark.”

“Between the first vertebrae and the occipital bone.” You said standing up and pulling your gloves off. “Sid is going to find mercury in her brain, like a liquid bullet.”

TBC…

PoW Tag List: @emilyymichelle @the-valley-of-lost-souls @spaceemonkeyyxd @littledizzyhurricane

Chapter 2

Release Date: September 11th 2017 - Released

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Fic Writer Tag Game

How many works do you have on AO3? 4

What’s your total AO3 word count? 1, 853, 500

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they? Just one.  Extraction.  But I used to write other fandoms a long time ago on ff.net.  For the CSI franchise. 

I Found : Tyler Rake x OFC  - Broken and bleeding. Weathered and in tatters. Two damaged and weary souls find one another when they least expect it. Wrong place, wrong time. Yet both powerless to stop it. Kudos: 41

Sanctuary: Tyler Rake x OFC: Five years after nearly losing his life in Dhaka, Tyler has a second chance at life. A marriage. Children. A change of scenery. But old habits are hard to break.(This is a sequel/companion piece of "I Found" but could be read alone). Kudos: 17

Best Part of Me: Tyler Rake x OFC: Six months after leaving Colorado and returning to Australia, Tyler has to learn how to cope in a normal world, away from the pace of the 'job'. And he's learning not all battles are fought on foreign soil. Can he ignore the monsters and the demons of his past? Kudos: 110

Never Gonna Be Alone: Tyler Rake x OFC: A lot changes in five years. Now a family of nine, the Rakes are splitting their time between Australia and New York City. With Dhaka nothing but a distant yet still painful memory and the dirty work mostly behind him, Tyler is healthy and thriving. Not only as a husband and father, but as the acting founder and boss of his own mercenary business and co-owner of his wife's well loved and flourishing bookstore. But while love and domestic happiness abound, the past and its secrets are never far behind. Kudos: 44

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do if it’s people I I don’t regularly converse with here on tumblr.  I talked with them about the chapter and they know how I much appreciate them taking the time.  Ones I don’t hear from often or new commenters, I respond to.  Honestly, comments keep me going.  I’ve thought about quitting many times. About a dozen today alone lol 

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?  Sanctuary

Do you write crossovers? If so what’s the craziest one you’ve written? No.  But IF I do a fifth one, I’m bringing John Wick into it. lol

Have you ever received hate on a fic?:  It all started with this fourth one.  And people copying my shit (wattpad is a cess pool) and then OC hate (just stupid shit, like she isn’t good looking enough,  she’s mean to Tyler LMAO.  Just kill her off already.)  And then the haters went after my kid with special needs. So needless to say, yes. Yes I have received hate. 

Do you write smut? If so what kind? Yes. I do.  The couple is in an established long term relationship with kids and they get busy a lot. Everything from soft and loving to just hard core, ‘I hate you’ sex.  LOL

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes. I have.  I’ve had entire fics taken, paragraphs, plot outline (like how the characters started off in a relationship), whole chunks of dialogue taken word for word.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes.  But for CSI: NY. I believe it was Russian, French, and German.  Maybe Spanish too, but I can’t remember.

What’s your all-time favourite ship? Well, I only write the one, so for me it’s Tyler Rake/Esme Rake.  But for other writers, it’s hard to name! I love all their ships, to be quite honest.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

To be honest, I’ll be shocked if I finish the fourth one. Lack of motivation at the moment, the hate, not receiving feedback.  It drags you down. 

What are your writing strengths? What are your writing weaknesses?  I like to think character depth and relationships, and maybe even dialogue. IDK. You’d have to ask my readers.  My weaknesses? Well to me, everything. 

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?  When I’ve used Bengali or Hindi, I have friends who speak them who help me write it properly lol

What was the first fandom you’ve written for? Well,  that I’ve put out there? CSI: NY.   But as a kid I used to write stuff based on shows and bands I liked.

What’s your favourite fic that you’ve written?

Definitely Sanctuary. My second in the series. 

Honestly, I’m shocked at how popular the first fic has become. To me it is so rough and ugly LOL

Tagging: anyone who wants to play!!!

[fand0mfancies]

Came across this on Tumblr a few days ago, it amused me for a couple of hours or more, filling it in, while watching QI.

 Fandom Questions

 1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

Star Trek: Voyager, I suppose at least for reading. Started writing with Stargate SG-1.

 2. What is your latest fandom?

I dip in and out of lots of fandoms on and off, the most recent ‘pick up’ is Ballam from Eastenders, I don’t watch soaps, but Robron and Ballam both appear a good bit on my tumblr, so I eventually gave in to checking them out via fic and youtube – thank god for youtube, lol! I still don’t watch soaps, but I watch those storylines!

 3. What is the best fandom you’ve ever been involved in?

Gosh, that’s... actually no that’s really easy. Primeval. For anyone not familiar, it’s a ‘silly little dinosaur show’ produced in the UK. It had 4 short seasons, with a somewhat revolving main cast – although they managed to keep 3 of them through all 4 seasons – but the fandom was/is amazing. I made life long friends through the fandom and even though I don’t write much any more I still read some and still talk with those people.

 4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

I would say no. I can’t say every fandom has always been amazing – ship wars anyone! – but mostly fandom has been a very positive experience in my life.

 5. Which fandoms have your written fanfiction for?

How long have you got... in genuinely no particular order (basically as they came to me) Stargate SG-1, Stargate Atlantis, Star Trek (TNG, DS9, Voy, Ent & Reboot Movies), Marvel, Kingsman, Person of Interest, Due South, Quantum Leap, Firefly, Buffy/Angel verse, Harry Potter, The Sentinel, Torchwood(/Doctor Who), Hawaii Five-0, Shadowhunters, Sherlock, Primeval, Emmerdale (Robron), NCIS, CSI (Vegas, NY & Miami), White Collar, Empire Records, Bull, Diagnosis Murder, MacGyver (the original), 1-800-Missing, CHAOS, Without a Trace, M*A*S*H, Charmed, Queer as Folk (US), Will & Grace, Bring it On, Nash Bridges, Magnificent 7 (TV series), House, Babylon 5 – I think I got them all... a few of those were one time only deals, but a lot of them have more (anywhere from 2-52 (or more still!) ranging from 100 word drabbles, to thousands of words – hey I’ve been writing fic for 21 years... you tend to amass a lot of fandoms...

 6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Oh geez, here we go, lol! Okay...

 Stargate SG-1: Jack O’Neill/Daniel Jackson

Stargate Atlantis: Rodney McKay/John Sheppard

Star Trek: Elim Garak/Julian Bashir, Chakotay/Tom Paris, Jonathan Archer/Malcolm Reed, James Kirk/Spock – I don’t particularly have an ‘otp’ in TNG, the couple I’ve written were Picard/Data, I’ve also dabbled reading Data/Gordi)

Marvel: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark

Kingsman: Harry Hart/Eggsy Unwin

Person of Interest: Harold Finch/John Reese

Due South: Benton Fraser/Ray K

Quantum Leap: Sam/Al

Firefly: Malcolm Reynolds/Simon Tam

Buffy/Angel Verse: Buffy/Giles, Angel/Spike, Xander/Spike, Willow/Tara

Harry Potter: Harry/Draco, Harry/Hermione, Harry/Hermione/Draco

The Sentinel: Jim/Blair

Torchwood: Jack/Ianto

Hawaii Five-O: Steve/Danno

Shadowhunters: Magnus/Alec

Sherlock: Sherlock/John, Mycroft/Lestrade

Primeval: Nick Cutter/Stephen Hart, James Lester/Hilary Becker Emmerdale: Robert Sugden/Aaron Dingle

NCIS: Gibbs/DiNozzo CSI: Nick Stokes/David Hodges, Mac/Danny, Horatio/Speed White Collar: Neal/Peter/Elizabeth

Empire Records: Joe/Lucas

Bull: Benny/Jason

Diagnosis Murder: Steve/Jesse

 I’ve left a few out where I don’t have particular OTPs

 7. List your NoTPs from each fandom you’ve been in.

Here we go again... lol!

 Stargate SG-1: Jack/Sam, I just... no. I’ve read a few where it’s a background or secondary pairing, but it always makes me wince a bit. I’ve read a few with Sam/Daniel as a secondary pairing that didn’t make me react that way and I’ve read Sam with other characters, but Jack/Sam just is a nope for me.

Stargate Atlantis: McKay/Keller – no, just no. that was horrible. She treated him like... awfully, trying to change him to suit her, just... no.

Marvel: Contentious, but Tony/Pepper, also Peter Parker/Tony Stark. Maybe because I saw the movies before I ever looked at the comics, but meh.

Due South: Benton Fraser/Ray V – again, contentious, but honestly I think Ray V was kind of a shit friend to Fraser.

Firefly: Anything with Jayne. No really, I just can not stand the character. I spent most of the series wanting to punch him in the face and sometimes you get characters you love to hate, but I just hated him.

Buffy/Angel Verse: Buffy/Spike, Willow/Kennedy

Harry Potter: Ron/Hermione, Ron/Harry, Harry/Ginny... basically, Ron and Ginny should just be loveless hermits who live by themselves. Ok, no, that isn’t fair... but as much as Ron was Harry’s first friend, he was selfish and bitter and Ginny/Harry just... never sat right with me. Ron literally says she spent ‘all summer talking about’ Harry, when she’d met him for all of three seconds. She didn’t know him. It always felt like she fell more in love with the *idea* of Harry Potter, than Harry Potter himself.

Sherlock: Sherlock/Molly, he’d eat her for breakfast. Serious, she’d never survive him.

Primeval: Oliver Leek and anyway. Arg. Creepy little dude is creepy and evil.

NCIS: Ziva/DiNozzo – ugh, just no.

 Again, I’ve left out ones where I don’t have particular NoTPs

 8. How did you get involved in your latest fandom?

Tumblr, god damned bitches posting gifs of pretty boys falling in love, roped me in!

 9. What are the best things about your current fandom?

I dabble in several fandoms at once... but if we go by ‘most recently picked up’ as ‘current’ we’re talking Ballum, which hey, it’s always fun to have an actual canon pairing be my OTP, that’s rare for me, lol.

 10.  Is there a fandom you read fic from but don’t write in?

Well (so far) I haven’t written any Ballum. (I say so far, because I’m a realist, lol). I rarely read in fandoms and not end up writing in them at some point. Although I have probably dabbled in a few I’ve not written for, but if I read it with any sort of consistency, I mostly end up writing it. I am weak!

  Ship Questions for your Current Fandom

 11. Who is your current OTP?

Okay, so that list above, just basically go with that. While I do drop in and hour of fandoms and some I certainly read in more than others, I do tend to go back to fandoms... If we were talking about what I’m mostly focused on writing atm... Steve/Tony, Mycroft/Lestrade, Harry/Draco and Robron are ones I’m currently working on most.

 12. Who is your current OT3?

I’m not currently writing anything that’s OT3 with any real focus. I have a couple of Neal/Peter/Elizabeth WiPs that I will at some point finish, but they aren’t a big focus just now. I did recently read a fabulous Neal/Peter/Elizabeth fic that’s been on my tbr list for ages.

 13. Any NoTPs?

Just... see above, lol!

 14. Go on, who are your BroTPs?

Harry Hart/Merlin, those two are Bro’s until the end and I will fight you on this. Also, Eggsy/Roxy! OMG they are such a BroTP! And Tony/Pepper/Rhodey – I may no like Tony/Pepper as a pairing, but I love them as best friends and of course, our Rhodes, because again, I will fight you on this, they are awesome and Tony needs his best friends!

 15. Is there an obscure ship which you love?

I’m not sure there is. I suppose I’ve read a few fics for some random pairings over the years, but nothing that’s made me really ship-ship them. I like Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes, after seeing it as a secondary pairing in a Steve/Tony fic, but I’ve seen that pop up a few times since, so maybe it won’t stay obscure for long!

 16. Are their any popular ships in your fandom which you dislike?

Jack/Sam, Tony/Pepper, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Buffy/Spike – they all seem to be het pairings, oops. But I am mostly a slash fic reader/writer, so I suppose that’s not too surprising.

 17. Who was your first OTP and are they still your favourite?

Jack/Daniel from Stargate SG-1. I still love them. I still read them, although it has been a while since I’ve written them on their own (I have got some SG-1/SGA x-overs where they feature)

 18. What ship have you written the most about?

I’m genuinely not sure... without going and counting (and I’m not going any counting!) I’d guess Jack/Daniel, McKay/Sheppard, Jack/Ianto and Steve/Danno.

 19. Is there a ship which you wished you could get behind, but you just don’t feel them?

No, not that I can think off. I either like it or not. I do occasionally feel bad for not reading a fic if it’s an author I really like, but I don’t read that fandom or pairing, but nothing specific.

 20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Robron and Ballum, lol. I do not do soaps!

  Author Questions

 21. What was the first fanfic you ever wrote?

 Stargate SG-1, Jack/Daniel, a story called The Dare, The Disaster, The Almost Happy Ending, And The Very Happy Ending – it was awful. Don’t go looking, lol!

 22. Is there anything you regret writing?

Don’t we all? No, I wouldn’t specifically say so. There are certainly fics, especially older ones, I wish I could have written better, but nothing I’d go, ugh I should never have done that.

 23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Uh... honestly that’s really hard. I... um... yeah, I don’t know, really. I wrote a nice little flower one in POI that I felt worked rather beautifully. The Language of Flowers. An I wrote an SGA fic for NaNo a few years ago, called A Different Life, but it’s not online, because I didn’t finish it yet and I knew I wasn’t going to finish it any time soon, so I didn’t feel it was fair to leave it up unfinished (there is a reason I don’t read WiP fics and I don’t post them either, because I know how much I hate unfinished WiPs) Edit: After writing this I reminded myself of a POI fic I wrote called Hours of Separation – It’s a Harold/John break up story that I always intended to write a sequel too where I ‘fixed’ them, but I just couldn’t do it. I broke them a little too well. But I really love it actually.

 24. What fic do you desperately need to rewrite or edit?

The afore mentioned A Different Life needs to be edited and finished, lol! Also a Primeval fic with the working title Crypt Keeper (don’t ask) that I worked myself into a bit of a corner on and I figure out how to fix it, but I haven’t done it yet, so it’s still needs fixing and finishing, lol!

 25. What’s your most popular fanfic?

I haven’t the foggiest.

 26. How do you come up with your fanfic titles?

Sometimes, really easily, a quote, a line from the fic, a song title... other times it’s like pulling teeth, hence working titles on things like ‘crypt keeper’ which is a reference to one scene near the very start and has no actual hint of the plot, lol!

 27. What do you hate more: Coming up with titles or writing summaries?

Oh the titles. Summaries you can just copy a few lines from the fic if you are desperate, if you had to post ‘untitled mcshep fic #67’ people would get cranky, lol, hell I’d get cranky!

 28. If someone were to draw a piece of fanart for your story, which story would it be and what would the picture be of?

Oh... I... huh. I mean who wouldn’t love fanart for their stories? Any of them honestly! But if I had to choose just one... I guess something in my Animal Instinct verse, which is Primeval (although I always intended to write other fandoms in the verse) where some people transform into animals, based on their ‘spirit animal’ and some art of the characters with their spirit animal form would be awesome.

 29. Do you have a beta reader? Why/Why not?

Sometimes, look if you’ve read this far, you know I write in a lot of fandoms, lol. In some fandoms it’s easier than others to find beta readers. Also, sometimes if it’s just something short, I won’t bother. But I do try for my longer fics.

 30. What inspires you to write?

That old adage, if you want to read it, sometimes you just have to write it? Spite? Boredom? Honestly sometimes I just have ideas I have to get out of my brain and it’s write or go mad(der)

 31. What’s the nicest thing someone has ever said about your writing?

That it inspired them to write something.

 32. Do you listen to music when you write or does music inspire you? If so, which band or genre of music does it for you?

Sometimes, sometimes I find it distracting when writing because I end up singing along and forgetting what I’m writing, lol! I do sometimes get inspiration from songs, I guess mostly from the lyrics, but no particular band or genre – although I listen to a lot of country music!

 33. Do you write oneshots, multi-chapter fics or huuuuuge epics?

Little from column a, little from column b... littler still from column c...

 34. What’s the word count on your longest fic?

Around 60k, I think.

 35. Do you write drabbles? If so, what do you normally write them about?

I have. Primeval had/has a week drabble challenge, mostly when I’ve written drabbles it’s been for a challenge, with a specific prompt.

 36. What’s your favourite genre to write?

Uh... I mean, my fandoms really span the genres, but I guess sci-fi or crime are probably my favourites.

 37. First person or third person - what do you write in and why?

Third mostly, I have occasionally written in first person, if it felt like the fic needed it.

 38. Do you use established canon characters or do you create OCs?

Little from column a, little from column b... it depends on the fandom and the story. Sometimes you just need more characters, mostly they are minor roles, I don’t tend to write much established character/oc fic

 39. What is your greatest strength as a writer?

Ability to convince myself people will want to read it, lol! No actually to be honest, I love to know people read and like my stuff, but I gave up a long time ago on trying to ‘please’ people with what I write. I write what I want to read.

 40. What do you struggle the most with in your writing?

Focus. The problem with 21 years of fandom history, is well... 21 years of fandom history. A lot of fandoms, a lot of pairings and as I say, I never really ‘leave’ a fandom, I just drop in and out and sometimes that means I’ll write on something consistently for weeks or months and then end up getting distracted by another fandom again and not touch it for weeks or months again. Hence, I don’t post WiP fics, because I know I’m easily distracted and don’t want anyone to suffer my lack of focus but me.

  Fanfiction Questions

 41. List and link to 5 fanfics you are currently reading:

I don’t read WiP fics, so yeah... but 5 I’ve recently read in different fandoms that I’ve really enjoyed

 Turns Out, I Have a Rose Garden by betheflame (Steve Rogers/Tony Stark)

Lucky by china_shop (Neal Caffery/Peter Burke/Elizabeth Burke)

Colors by Quesarasara (Sherlock/John)

Betrayal by Blackghost7 (Gibbs/DiNozzo)

Matchmaker (Part 1 of the Marmalade Series) by HastaLux, Mottlemoth (Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade)

 42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing:

See now this is hard, because... ahh so many...

 FredBassett – Primeval author, her Stephen/Ryan series is epic and brilliant and endless

https://archiveofourown.org/users/fredbassett/pseuds/fredbassett

 Keira Marcos – I know other people will have said her, I don’t care. I love all her stuff, across all the fandoms she writes in

http://keiramarcos.com/

 theapplepielifestyle – her Steve/Tony is amazing. Hands down some of the best I’ve ever read. I will fight you on this.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/theappleppielifestyle/pseuds/theappleppielifestyle

 JillyJames – her Tony DiNozzo is a real life grown up... exactly as he should be considered given he’s a goddamn federal agent!

https://jillyjames.com/

 missbecky – I’ve read pretty much all her Steve/Tony and Harry/Eggsy and it’s awesome.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/missbecky

 Honestly, I could have listed so many more, but, I’m being good!

 43. Is there anyone in your fandom who really inspires you?

Everyone. The thing is, fandom at it’s best is like crack, the more you get, the more you want. The writing, the gifs, the art... it feeds you and makes you want to make more of it, because more of it needs to exist and if that means you need to do it yourself, so be it!

 44. What ship do you feel needs more attention?

ALL OF THEM!

 45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

Oh hell no, not even, I can not. It took me an hour to narrow down 5 authors, I can not narrow down one fanfic!

 46. If someone was to read one of your fanfics, which fic would you recommend to them and why?

I mean, it depends on what they like... probably the Hour of Separation I mentioned above, if they like the fandom/pairing, or my Animal Instinct stuff.

 47. Archive Of Our Own, Fanfiction.net or Tumblr - where do you prefer to post and why?

Archive of our Own. I haven’t touched ff.net in *years* since they started getting super restrictive about what you could post. I do occasionally post stuff to tumblr, but mostly I now post to AO3. I did have my own site and I’ve yet to upload a lot of stuff to AO3 – one of these... months... that will be a project – but it’s amazing. Seriously, having been in fandom 20+ years, going from having to search all over a million different places and now it’s all in one place, where we’re honestly, spoiled and protected. The kids now have no idea how crazy impossible that once seemed.

 48. Do you leave reviews when you read fanfiction? Why/Why not?

Yes, but not as often as I should. I love AO3s kudos button, so I can sort of say ‘hey I enjoyed this’ without having to comment, because I sort of hate leaving comments just going ‘hey I enjoyed this’ because I always feel like I should say more, like, oh I enjoyed this specific thing, which yes is an unnecessary hang-up, but there ya go.

 49. Do you care if people comment/reblog your writing? Why/why not?

Of course it’s nice to get comments, kudos, reblogs etc. I’m not as attached to them now as I was when I was younger, because I learned along the way that it was more important that I like what I’m writing than that other people do, but it’s still nice to know that something I’ve created is enjoyed.

 50. How did you get into reading and/or writing fanfiction?

I went looking for Star Trek Voyager stuff online, pics etc, waaaaaaay back when! And I came across fanfiction entirely by accident... and I read some – het stuff mostly, then I started watching Stargate SG-1, went looking for fanfiction for that, but was not on board with Jack/Sam, found Jack/Daniel went ‘huh really? That’s weird’ read it... and yeah... 21 years later... lol!

 51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

Ship Wars. No seriously, just don’t. Like, who the actual fuck cares. I like my ship, you like your ship. I don’t care if it’s canon or not. I don’t care if it’s popular or not. I don’t read my NoTPs, but I’d never dream of telling someone else not too. Yes I think they are terrible, bad, no good pairings, but that’s *my* opinion. Don’t try to change my mind and I won’t try to change yours. I avoid them like the actual plague. If someone starts that shit around me, I will shut it right down. You are a dick. Go to Jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect £200.

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Love It Gone - Bill Samuels x Reader (The Outsider)

A.K.A - Kenneth Hayes for you non-book readers

I’m happy to be proved wrong that I’m the only person who is a fan of our DA, of course 😏😉

Author’s Note: I. FREAKING. LOVE. HIM! Also really this should have come out last week, when I needed it - but, eh, I wanted to wait until I’d seen him on screen first, for editing purposes 😊

Disclaimer: The Outsider Characters not mine / Don’t mind me giving his original name back! / gif not mine / lyrics not mine

Premise: With your DA working the case of the century - at least for his District - and you having your own bad week. You confide in a mini therapy session...

Words: 1530

Warnings: Potential The Outsider spoilers / subtle Sub/Dom vibes.

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I know, I know it, baby Sounds like your day's been crazy I just wanna hold ya All the weight that's on your shoulders Anything that's wrong Let me, let me love it gone Come on and trust me, honey I can turn those raindrops sunny Let me untie that tangle... Let me, let me love it gone Got a whole lot of love that I've been saving And a bottle of wine that's been waiting Long time for a night like this Whatever's wrong, check it off your list I want, I want I wanna get lost in your lips Oh, baby, let me love it, let me, let me love it Let me, let me love it gone

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The front door opened to the fairly quiet house – announcing the arrival of your partner. Late. You didn’t even need to look to a clock to confirm that. That was to be expected, he was rarely early – if ever on time. If you added about an hour onto whatever he told you, you’d be more in the ball park.

And that was before he got working on a big case. This case wasn’t just big, it was huge. Nothing like this every really happened in the District – yet alone Flint City. He didn’t often bring work home with him, but this case was becoming a nightly debate. Curse me for falling for the district attorney… For the first few minutes all you heard was shuffling in the hallway, and lights flipping on and off. The sound of him ascending the stairs in a hurry and then descending the stairs in caution only gave cause for you to smile gently. Then his feet followed his light path, and you heard him trudging in circles in the kitchen, that only made you laugh to yourself, raising your head from the couch; “Bill-!?” Then you were greeted by the more confident strides from the kitchen, to the hall, and then to your living room. “Oh-! You’re here-! I thought you might have…” He pointed to the top floor, and you shook your head. “No… Figured you’d be wanting to unwind…” “Yeah-!” He placed a hand to his temple wearily “…If I could.” You patted the couch; “C’mon babe, talk to me.” He span another circle – and you figured that in reality he probably didn’t even know which way was up at the moment. “Uh… yeah… yeah… Just… give me a tick.” He disappeared again, and you sat up, only to turn the soft lighting in the room up a notch before curling back up.

When Bill returned he had a beer in his hand, and you weren’t sure that was the best idea either. Whatever gets him through this one… if he gets through this one… He sat on the end of the couch and slid across as you lifted your head up. This was it; how therapy sessions usually worked in this house. Bill rested his arm across your shoulder and you entwined your fingers with his; “What’s up?” “…No. Better question, what isn’t up.” You moved gently to settle yourself; “…Is it the case?” “Which case?” You chuckled, which case, like it could have been any other “The Terry Maitland case-!” “Not the case I wanna talk about.” “That sounds like it’s going well.” “It was.” That statement followed by the sip of beer was blunt enough. You ran your thumb over the back of his hand, voice soothing; “It’s a solid case… You’ll get him.” “It’s more doubt as to whether he did it now.” “Doubt-!? The evidence is solid right? That’s what your detective said!” “Ralph did say that, but God, it’s just a mess…” “Can you talk about it?” You twisted your head to look at him, concerned. And eventually he swallowed hard and his brown eyes lowered to yours, “…Yeah… Probably. I just… don’t think I want to.” “That bad, huh?” “Mmm…” He looked back to the TV, and quirked an eyebrow; “What are you watching?” “CSI NY.” “Oh… Isn’t that a little too close to home?” You were a detective too, not in the same office as Ralph – and just out of District, thankfully. If your office was just a few miles West it would have made bringing anything to court fun. “No. It’s fun.” “Why?” “Oh, come on, like you wouldn’t like to watch law programs and tell me everything they are doing wrong.” “Ugh! Right now I just want to get away from any of that-!” “Tough. You’re staying…” You pulled his hand to your lips and kissed his knuckles, “No, but, Bill…” You said it softly, but serious, “You’ll put this guy away I know you will…” You had faith in him, he rarely if ever lost a case. And this one had solid evidence. “Y/N…” You didn’t think him protesting to it was helping, so you didn’t let him. “You were elected right? They trust you…” “Yes but-” You reached out and pressed your fingertips to his lips – “Hush. Baby, no buts…” you gave a sweet smile, “…Just relax…” Bill’s shoulders noticeably sloped and he lent back against the couch; “How about your day? For you to be curled up here under blankets…” You shook your head, knowing he had you to a T. “Horrible.” “Wanna talk about it?” “It’s just been a week, babe…” You shuffled once more to bring your knees in and huddle yourself further under your blankets, whilst also winding yourself around his own warmth. “Tell me about it…” He sighed gently, balancing the bottle to run a hand through your hair – giving your fingers an affectionate squeeze “…I need a holiday after this one for sure.” “Eh. Don’t get ahead of yourself…” You smiled, “This one needs your full attention we both know that.” “Yeah. And so does everyone else.” Bill tipped his head back to look at the ceiling, “…my whole re-election is going to rest on this case and-” “What did I just say-!?” “Don’t get ahead of myself.” “Mm. Just think on winning this one…” “I’d still say that’s ahead of myself. But I’ll humour you.” Oh, you hoped he’d be doing a little more than that… “Hold on…” He left you again momentarily, and when he returned it was with the tub of ice-cream that you’d just bought. Clearly that wasn’t lasting long. You eyed him and his single spoon as he moved you again – last time he promised – to resume relaxing. You knew what he was doing, but you also knew the downward spiral that led to. “Uh-! What did I tell you about comfort eating?” He sighed, gently, “Stop?” “Stop.” You repeated him a little sterner But he suddenly looked downcast, and it was clear that Bill was going to start sulking; “I need it.” This time your voice was concerned; “Stop. It’s not good for you.” Comfort eating was fine in doses, you did that enough often – and in that respect the two of you were fairly alike. Bill had a habit of not being able to stop. You supposed you only aught to be glad that his muse was his sweet tooth and not the bottle. “I need it.” And this time he insisted. “Bill Samuels.” This time, at your call of his name like that, he withdrew his hand from the tub; “Good boy.” “Just one-” but he didn’t miss that hard look in your eyes once he caught your stare; “Please...” Your look on your face softened just because of the look on his – how could you say no to that? He was a little too good at breaking your will sometimes. But you’d seen him do worse, especially in the court room. You wouldn’t like to be the person under fire when District Attorney William Samuels got going. You kinda enjoyed seeing him do it, though. “A spoonful?” He tried to appeal to your good nature, which made you fold your arms and give a small shake of your head to concede; “I’ll allow it.” You knew it was going to take a little more than that, as he popped the lid. You watched him carefully but said nothing, biting your lip gently; “You better be prepared to work hard to burn those calories, boy.” He resealed the tub and let the spoon fall with a clatter to the coffee table; “I’m done.” “I bet.” “No more until this case is over. I promise.” You figured at the moment that was going to be hard to keep, but took his hands back in yours as you continued to watch the TV together Eventually you broke the silence, hoping this time around you might get your DA to cave; “…Tell me what happened.” He cleared his throat, “…Terry Matiland currently appears to have been in two places at once. How is that possible?” “…For sure?” “Ralph’s gone to check evidence at the hotel. But what if… Y/N.” “That’s impossible. You have witnesses. Baby, you have DNA and prints that put him there – it’s not lost until it’s lost. And you told me that.” Bill did say things to you like that – and often, when you’d come home panicking about a court case with your own DA… “Maybe you’re right…” He hesitated for a second, but then pressed on. “Maybe we have this, and it’s all just going to be some stupid coincidence. Or, doppelgänger thing. I dunno.” “Juries have convicted on less. And for you.” “Juries have convicted on less.” You were glad to hear that shot of confidence back in his voice. Your eyes flicked back to him almost nonchalantly, and you tilted your head, that glint in your eyes that Bill also knew far too well; “Besides, you know what happens if you win… right?” A different kind of tension now ran through his body, to match the blush that crossed his face, and his lips parted for his gasped breath. “Y-Yes…” And that sweet smile of yours turned to a wicked smirk; “Good Boy…”

--- Thank you for reading! ❤

Can someone PLEASE inbox me about him I really want to talk about my baby DA!