#darren cruiser

[goodbirb]

fatt pinup week day 3: playtime

two zookeepers hit each other with chair

[thelostlarrikin]

"The fish would like to make a withdrawal." Bluff City Zoo 2's Dax Leopard, Dudley Brick House, and Darren Cruiser, on their way to the Big Wig Casino to withdraw $120,000 from a fish's bank account.

[ssa-danhotchner]

Not alone | Aaron Hotchner x reader

summary: after Hotch recklessly risks his life, reader confronts him, refusing to let him self-destruct.

cw: 5x02, BAU reader, fem!reader, secret relationship, Hotch risking his life, Haley and Jack mentioned,

wc: 1.3k

note: watching these episodes is physically painful

The night was thick with tension, the red and blue lights from the police cruisers casting stark shadows on the pavement. Officers moved around the crime scene, speaking in low voices, their radios crackling with static.

But all you could hear was the ringing in your ears.

Your breath was shallow, your heartbeat erratic as your eyes locked onto Aaron Hotchner—the man who had just walked into a suspect’s house alone with no vest, no backup, no protection. The man who had barely made it out alive.

The BAU had been chasing Darren Call, a spree killer suffering from severe dissociative episodes. The man had snapped in a pharmacy, shooting down multiple people before vanishing into the city. The team had pieced together his traumatic childhood—his abusive father, the trigger that had set him off—but nothing had prepared you for what had just happened.

Hotch had ignored protocol.

Despite barely recovering from Foyet’s brutal attack. Despite the fact that he was still suffering from stab wounds, his body slow to heal. Despite the fact that just days ago, he had lost everything—Haley and Jack disappearing into witness protection, leaving him with nothing but a hollow house and the weight of a shattered life.

He had gone in alone.

And you had been forced to listen to it all over the comms.

The gunshots. The scuffle. The deafening silence.

The fear had nearly broken you.

Now, as he stood among the local officers, giving orders like nothing had happened, something inside you snapped.

Your feet moved before your brain could catch up.

“Hotch.”

Your voice cut through the noise, sharp, trembling with suppressed emotion.

He turned, his expression unreadable—but his eyes flickered with something beneath the surface. Something you recognized.

Weariness.

Pain.

Guilt.

But it wasn’t enough to douse the anger simmering inside you.

“We need to talk,” you ground out, barely keeping your voice steady.

Hotch exhaled through his nose, glancing around. He was hyper-aware of the team nearby—Morgan, Prentiss, and Rossi watching from a distance, concern evident on their faces. You could feel their eyes on you, but you didn’t care.

“Inside the SUV,” he said quietly.

You spun on your heel, stalking toward the black vehicle parked by the curb. The moment the doors shut behind you, the dam broke.

“What the hell were you thinking?”

His jaw tensed. “(Y/N)—”

“No,” you snapped, your voice cracking with barely contained rage. “You don’t get to brush this off. You went in there alone, Hotch. No vest. No backup. You were nearly killed.”

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I had to—”

“You had to?” You let out a humorless laugh, hands shaking. “That’s bullshit. We had a plan. We were supposed to wait for backup. But you—you just walked in like your life doesn’t even matter anymore.”

His silence was deafening.

Your breath hitched as the truth slammed into you. “Oh my God.” You swallowed hard, your eyes stinging. “That’s what this is, isn’t it?”

Hotch finally looked at you, his expression blank. But his eyes—his eyes—told a different story.

“You don’t care if you live or die.”

His flinch was almost imperceptible, but you caught it.

You felt your stomach drop.

“This isn’t just about the case,” you whispered, your voice softer now, laced with something raw. “It’s about Foyet. About Haley and Jack.”

His gaze flickered, his control fracturing for the first time.

Your throat tightened. “They’re gone, and you’re acting like you have nothing left to lose.”

Hotch clenched his jaw, his breathing shallow. “That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” You wiped at your cheek, furious to find it damp with tears. “Because that’s sure as hell what it feels like. You’re throwing yourself into danger without thinking. You’re acting like—like your life doesn’t matter.”

His lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

Because you were right.

And it terrified you.

Your voice dropped to a whisper, barely audible above the pounding of your heart. “Do you even realize what it was like to sit there, listening to you risk your life and not being able to do a damn thing about it?”

Something inside him cracked.

Hotch exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face, his exhaustion bleeding through. “I don’t know how else to do this,” he admitted, his voice hoarse.

The confession made your chest tighten.

You reached for his hand before you could stop yourself, your fingers curling around his. His skin was warm, his grip hesitant—but he didn’t pull away.

“You don’t have to do it alone,” you whispered. “I know you lost them. I know it feels like everything is falling apart. But you still have people who care about you. People who need you.” You swallowed hard. “I need you.”

His breath hitched.

You had never said it out loud before.

Not like this.

His fingers tightened around yours, grounding both of you. His shoulders trembled slightly, as if he were barely keeping himself together.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, barely above a whisper—

“I’m sorry.”

The words were raw, almost broken.

Your eyes stung, but you nodded, squeezing his hand. “Just—be more careful,” you murmured. “Please.”

The moment was fragile, delicate—like a thread stretched too thin, threatening to snap.

Hotch’s fingers were still curled around yours, warm and solid despite the way his whole body seemed to tremble beneath the weight of everything he refused to say.

“I will,” he had promised.

But you knew it wasn’t that simple.

You sighed, your grip on his hand tightening. “Hotch, listen to me,” you said softly, your voice steady despite the storm still raging inside you. “I know you think you have to carry this alone. That it’s all on you. But it’s not.”

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he looked away, his jaw clenched like he was trying to hold himself together.

You shook your head. “You don’t have to be okay right now. You don’t have to pretend. I know you’re hurting—I know that losing Haley and Jack like this is killing you.”

His breath hitched, and his fingers twitched against yours.

“But you still have people who care about you,” you continued, voice unwavering. “You still have me.”

His head turned sharply at that, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

“I’m not going anywhere,” you whispered, your free hand reaching up, hesitating just for a second before cupping his face gently. Your thumb brushed along the faint bruise near his cheekbone—the one that hadn’t quite faded from Foyet’s attack.

His eyes fluttered shut at the touch, his exhale shaky.

“I don’t care how long it takes, or how hard it gets,” you murmured. “I’m here, Aaron. I’ll be here every step of the way.”

His name—his real name—fell from your lips like a secret, a reminder that despite the walls he built, you saw him. The man beneath the armor. The man who carried the weight of the world but never let anyone carry him.

His hands shifted, one moving to your thigh, the other hesitantly settling over your wrist where you still cupped his face, as if grounding himself.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he admitted, voice rough and raw.

You smiled softly, blinking back the sting of tears. “You don’t have to know how. You just have to let me in.”

For a moment, he said nothing. Just sat there, his thumb absently brushing over your skin as if memorizing the feel of you.

Then, in the smallest, quietest voice—one you weren’t sure you were meant to hear—

“I don’t deserve you.”

The words shattered something in you.

You moved instinctively, closing the space between you, pressing your forehead against his. “Don’t say that,” you whispered fiercely. “Don’t ever say that.”

His breath was warm against your lips, his body still tense, but his grip on you didn’t loosen. If anything, he held you tighter.

“You deserve to be happy, Hotch. You deserve to be loved,” you said, your voice thick with emotion. “And I love you.”

His breath hitched again, his whole body going rigid for a heartbeat.

You felt it before you saw it—the way his walls started to crumble, the way the weight of everything began to settle over him.

He didn’t say it back. Not yet.

But when he finally leaned into you, his forehead pressed against yours, his hands clutching onto you like a lifeline—

It was enough.

For now, it was enough.

And you weren’t going anywhere.

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[eemcintyre]

@eemcintyre's top 118 favorite movies in alphabetical order

An admittedly random number that includes objectively "well-made" films with artistic merit, objectively considered-to-be-entertaining movies, and possibly questionable ones that I'm sentimental for or just like for whatever mysterious reason (usually a hot guy but not always). This is just what I like and the premier way to get to know me.

(Updated 09/07/24)

A Charlie Brown Christmas (1965), dir. Bill Melendez

A Few Good Men (1992), dir. Rob Reiner

A New Hope (1977), dir. George Lucas

Amelie (2001), dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet

American Made (2017), dir. Doug Liman

AMY (2015), dir. Asif Kapadia

Annie (1982), dir. John Huston

Argylle (2024), dir. Matthew Vaughn

Arthur Christmas (2011), dir. Sarah Smith

Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper (2004), dir. William Lau

Barbie of Swan Lake (2003), dir. Owen Hurley

Black Swan (2010), dir. Darren Aronofsky

The Blair Witch Project (1999), dir. Eduardo Sanchez & Daniel Myrick

The Bodyguard (1992), dir. Mick Jackson

Borat (2006), dir. Larry Charles

The Breakfast Club (1985), dir. John Hughes

Camille (1936), dir. George Cukor

Casablanca (1943), dir. Michael Curtiz

Chinatown (1974), dir. Roman Polanski

Cocktail (1988), dir. Roger Donaldson

Con Air (1997), dir. Simon West

The Conjuring (2013), dir. James Wan

The Conjuring 2 (2016), dir. James Wan

The Crow (1994), dir. Alex Proyas

Cruel Intentions (1999), dir. Roger Kumble

Dallas Buyers Club (2013), dir. Jean-Marc Vallée

Die Hard (1988), dir. John McTiernan

Eddie and the Cruisers (1983), dir. Martin Davidson

Elf (2003), dir. Jon Favreau

Eloise at Christmastime (2003), dir. Kevin Lima

The Empire Strikes Back (1980), dir. Irvin Kershner

Enchanted (2007), dir. Kevin Lima

Face/Off (1997), dir. John Woo

Far and Away (1992), dir. Ron Howard

Footloose (1984), dir. Herbert Ross

Galaxy Quest (1999), dir. Dean Parisot

The Great Muppet Caper (1981), dir. Jim Henson

Hannah Montana: The Movie (2009), dir. Peter Chelsom

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets (2002), dir. Chris Columbus

Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire (2005), dir. Mike Newell

Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004), dir. Alfonso Cuaron

Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone (2001), dir. Chris Columbus

Heathers (1988), dir. Michael Lehmann

Hereditary (2018), dir. Ari Aster

High School Musical (2006), dir. Kenny Ortega

The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (2005), dir. Garth Jennings

Holes (2003), dir. Andrew Davis

The Holiday (2006), dir. Nancy Meyers

Hollow Point (1996), dir. Sidney J. Furie

Hotel Rwanda (2004), dir. Terry George

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003), dir. Donald Petrie

I Know What You Did Last Summer (1997), dir. Jim Gillespie

I, Tonya (2017), dir. Craig Gillespie

Ice Princess (2005), dir. Tim Fywell

Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade (1989), dir. Steven Spielberg

Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark (1981), dir. Steven Spielberg

In a Lonely Place (1950), dir. Nicholas Ray

Insidious (2010), dir. James Wan

Insidious: Chapter 2 (2013), dir. James Wan

Insidious: The Red Door (2023), dir. Patrick Wilson

Jackie (2016), dir. Pablo Larrain

Jerry Maguire (1996), dir. Cameron Crowe

JFK (1991), dir. Oliver Stone

The Karate Kid (1984), dir. John G. Avildsen

The Karate Kid Part II (1986), dir. John G. Avildsen

Knight and Day (2010), dir. James Mangold

Laggies (2014), dir. Lynn Shelton

The Last Samurai (2003), dir. Edward Zwick

Lawn Dogs (1997), dir. John Duigan

Lean on Me (1989), dir. John G. Avildsen

Leaving Las Vegas (1995), dir. Mike Figgis

Magnolia (1999), dir. Paul Thomas Anderson

Matchstick Men (2003), dir. Ridley Scott

Megamind (2010), dir. Tom McGrath

Minority Report (2002), dir. Steven Spielberg

Mission: Impossible (1996), dir. Brian De Palma

Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One (2023), dir. Christopher McQuarrie

Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation (2015), dir. Christopher McQuarrie

Mission: Impossible III (2006), dir. J.J. Abrams

Mr. Right (2015), dir. Paco Cabezas

National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation (1989), dir. Jeremiah S. Chechik

National Treasure (2004), dir. Jon Turteltaub

Natural Born Killers (1994), dir. Oliver Stone

Oklahoma! (1955), dir. Fred Zinnemann

The Outsiders (1983), dir. Francis Ford Coppola

The Pacifier (2005), dir. Adam Shankman

Planes, Trains and Automobiles (1987), dir. John Hughes

The Preacher's Wife (1996), dir. Penny Marshall

Pretty in Pink (1986), dir. John Hughes

Pride and Prejudice (2005), dir. Joe Wright

The Princess Diaries (2001), dir. Garry Marshall

Raising Arizona (1987), dir. Joel & Ethan Coen

Return of the Jedi (1983), dir. Richard Marquand

Roman Holiday (1953), dir. William Wyler

Sabrina (1954), dir. Billy Wilder

Scream (1996), dir. Wes Craven

Se7en (1995), dir. David Fincher

Sense and Sensibility (1995), dir. Ang Lee

The Shining (1980), dir. Stanley Kubrick

The Silence of the Lambs (1991), dir. Jonathan Demme

The Sound of Music (1965), dir. Robert Wise

Stretch (2014), dir. Joe Carnahan

The Talented Mr. Ripley (1999), dir. Anthony Minghella

A Time to Kill (1996), dir. Joel Schumacher

Titanic (1997), dir. James Cameron

Tropic Thunder (2008), dir. Ben Stiller

The Trouble with Angels (1966), dir. Ida Lupino

Truly, Madly, Deeply (1990), dir. Anthony Minghella

Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me (1992), dir. David Lynch

Ulterior Motives (1992), dir. James Becket

Valkyrie (2008), dir. Bryan Singer

Vanilla Sky (2001), dir. Cameron Crowe

Vertigo (1958), dir. Alfred Hitchcock

The Way, Way Back (2013), dir. Jim Rash & Nat Faxon

West Side Story (1961), dir. Robert Wise & Jerome Robbins

Where the Heart Is (2000), dir. Matt Williams

White Christmas (1954), dir. Michael Curtiz

Wild at Heart (1990), dir. David Lynch

Zodiac (2007), dir. David Fincher

(500) Days of Summer (2009), dir. Marc Webb

[reinxxoi]

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𝔸 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝔼𝕟𝕕 ℝ𝕠𝕒𝕕

If You Leave Me Now

Chicago

“How could we end it all this way?

When tomorrow comes and we’ll both regret

The things we said today

If you leave me now

You’ll take away the biggest part of me.”

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I pushed past the journalists and reporters once again. They practically chased me all the way back to my car, I would definitely need a disguise next time I left my house.

Driving back to my house I saw a cop car in my driveway. I wondered what this was about… I pulled into my driveway and parked, getting out of my car. I walked up to my porch to see Darren sitting on the steps up to my door. He stood up once he noticed me.

“Abe!” He exclaimed. Darren was a hispanic man, he had sun-kissed skin and curly black hair, his chiseled jaw was something men like me could only dream of achieving. He wore his police uniform, the short sleeves revealing his toned arms… His heart shaped lips curved into a smile as the sparkle in his eye glimmered at the sight of me… Darren really liked me.

“Darren!” I exclaimed. “I- What are you doing here?” I was stunned, I didn’t expect him to be at my house.

“I figured I wouldn’t see you anytime soon so I wanted to come over… Where were you?” He asked, hesitantly curious.

“I…” I, too, hesitated. I couldn’t possibly tell him the truth. “I was getting our tickets! The line was long but here!” I reached into my pocket and pulled out the tickets. He took them happily.

“I didn’t expect you to get them so soon! Can I come in?” He seemed to have something to tell me.

“Are you still on the clock?” I ask, looking back to his cruiser in the drive.

“I got off early! Slow day at the station.” He seemed really happy for once to be off work… This wasn’t the same Darren I remember working with.

“All right, go ahead, come in.” I invited him in, unlocking the door and letting him inside.

I took off my long beige jacket and threw it onto the couch as I entered.

“Can I get you something to drink?” I asked, walking into my kitchen. I grabbed a kettle from the counter, turning around to look at Darren who was right behind me. “Ah-!” I exclaimed in shock.

He suddenly kissed me, I pulled away in surprise.

“Oh… I’m sorry.” He apologized. Before he could continue I grabbed his face, pulling him back in for another kiss. “Abe?” He pulled away this time.

“Yeah…?” I asked.

“I think I love you.” He muttered in a low voice.

“I think I love you too..” I responded.

We both embraced, kissing each other hungrily as if this were our last night alive. Suddenly I forgot all about everything, forgot about my thirst for justice, forgot about my commitment to the badge, all my cares melted away in the warmth of our passion. I desperately took off my shirt, falling back into the kiss.

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I woke up the next morning in bed with Darren. I sat up quietly, sneaking out of bed while he was still asleep. I grabbed a shirt and put it on before leaving the room to go into my office. I pulled out a notebook, jotting down what happened yesterday with Kelsey. I was interrupted when I heard a knock on my office door. In a panic, I quickly go to the door and open it.

“Abe!” Darren smiled warmly. “Shall I make us some breakfast?” He asked, his eyes wandering to my desk. I moved so he wouldn’t see it.

“Yeah, that would be great. There should be some stuff in the kitchen, help yourself.” I dismissed him, hoping he would forget the fact that I was being secretive.

“Oh, All right.” He nodded, walking away towards the kitchen.

I sighed, relieved and shut the door.

“Shit…” I muttered to myself. Could I have been any more suspicious? If I wasn’t a detective myself he would have assumed I’m committing a crime.

I sat back down at my desk and put my head in my hands. Last night completely messed with my mind… I made a vow to myself that I would avenge Mark by bringing The Colonel to justice. I pulled out a drawer on the desk, I pulled out a half empty bottle of whiskey and poured it into a crystal glass on the desk. The last time I had drank was two years ago, before I met Mark. As I lifted the glass to my lips I heard his voice in my head… I thought back to that night.

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“You look like you’re not having a fun night.” A strange man sat next to me. He was clearly rich as he dressed cleanly. I had just lost my job so I envied him, this man I had never seen before.

“Why do you care?” I scoffed, downing another glass. “Keep ‘em coming!” I called to the bartender.

“Because I happen to be down in the dumps as well…” His voice trailed off. “I’ll take over his tab!” The man insisted.

“What are you doing?” I was stunned.

“Helping out.” He smiled softly. “Look, I know you don’t want to hear this especially from me of all people but… You gotta take ahold of your life, man.” He looked me straight in the eyes.

“Who the fuck even are you? Why do you care so much about what I do?” I couldn’t believe the audacity of this man.

“I’m Mark, you’ve probably seen me in a couple movies.” He introduces himself.

“I don’t watch movies.” I bluntly state.

“Even better, perhaps we can be friends, Mr…..?” He looked at me expectantly, awaiting my introduction.

“Abe.” I sigh. I guess he really won’t leave me alone so I might as well entertain him awhile…

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Suddenly the feeling of guilt washed over me. I dumped the whiskey into a potted plant, next to the desk. I corked the bottle and put it back in the drawer.

I couldn’t let my morals get away from me… it’s not what Mark would want. I stood up, leaving my office to go help Darren.

The two of us made breakfast together messily, laughing and joking all morning. It was the most fun I had since everything went down… I missed the lightheartedness of daily life. For a moment, I forgot all about The Colonel.

“I have to get to work but I’ll be back later?” Darren smiled softly.

“Yeah! I’d really like that.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I’ll be back soon then!” He grabbed his duty belt and left for work.

As he left a part of me felt empty, I really did love Darren. I hoped I could bring The Colonel to justice soon so that way I would be able to settle down with him.

As if on cue my desk phone began ringing, I rushed to see who it could be.

“Hello? This is Abe.” I greeted the person on the other end.

“Hey, Abe! This is Kelsey!” She greeted me warmly. “I actually found something related to the name you gave me!” She was rambling so fast I could barely understand her.

“Kelsey, slow down… What’d you find?” I asked, hoping this would lead me right to The Colonel.

“He’s currently going under an alias: William J. Butterfield.” She finally spat it out.

“What..? How did you find this out?” I asked, frantically scribbling the name onto a notepad.

“Well after you told me about him I went into some old articles and saw a picture of him and last night me and some friends went down to the Olde Mud Puddle, it’s a bar and they had poetry night so of course I went.” She began to explain.

“I’m sorry-“ I interjected. “How does this relate?” I asked, curious.

“Sorry I got side-tracked… Anyway! I was there and suddenly there was a bar fight and when I looked I saw him. He had been badly injured so I helped him to his feet to give him first aid and he told me his name is William J. Butterfield.” I was fuming, how could she have him right there and let him get away… “And after what you told me about him at the manor I tried to get him to come with me to my office so I could lock him in my office but after I bandaged his arm he ran off as if he had just seen a ghost.” She was aghast.

“He just ran? For no reason?” I was even more confused. Why is The Colonel doing these things?

“Yeah, he just ran! But I interviewed the guy he had fought and he told me that the reason he threw the first punch was because William had given him a vague threat.” She continued.

“A vague threat? What threat?” I needed to know more, this nonsense had to end.

“Something along the lines of: You should go check on your family, they need you.” Her voice trailed off as if something had happened.

“Hello?” Another voice could be heard.

“Kelsey? Kelsey??” I repeated her name.

“Sorry Abe, I’ll call you later.” She hung up without a second word.

“Kelsey? KELSEY?” I shouted into the phone. “DAMMIT!” I slammed it down, falling into my chair.

None of this made sense. Why did he threaten this random guy? And that’s quite the threat…

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That was the last I heard of Kelsey for two weeks. It was now the 3rd of December. I had been cleared for active duty but Boss still didn’t want me doing much so I was stuck at the station all day filling out paperwork, but at least I was getting paid.

The Bob Dylan concert was tomorrow and Darren was so excited for it. He had a “special” outfit chosen for the occasion so he wanted us to arrive separately.

Since the night Darren came to my house he had basically been living there which I didn’t mind but I started locking my office door, just in case. He often asked about what kind of work I was doing in there but I just told him it was old cold cases and that got him off my back.

“Hey, Abe?” My Boss came over to my desk where I was working on paperwork.

“Yeah, Boss?” I asked, not looking up from my work.

“You have a visitor at the front.” He gestured in the direction of the front desk. “It’s your brother… He looks pretty messed up.” He whispers softly.

At that I get up and rush over to the front desk. My brother stood there with a black eye and bruises all over.

“Dan?!” I gasped, running to his side. “Who did this to you?!” I looked him up and down, worried for him.

“It’s not important… I just need a ride home.” He grumbled in typical teenage fashion.

“Right… Let me tell my boss.” I turned to go but Daniel grabbed my hand.

“No. It can’t wait.” He was insistent. I looked over to Beth, our front desk secretary.

“Beth, clock me out. This is an emergency.” I requested. She nodded and we left hurriedly.

The whole drive to my father’s house was silent. Dan shot me down anytime I tried to bring up small talk so I just kept quiet, listening to If You Leave Now by Chicago on the radio. I pulled into the drive and before I could say anything Dan got out of the car and ran inside. I was off-put but I chalked it up to teenage rebellion.

I decided to just take advantage of the day off and go home. and get some rest before the concert tomorrow. I had slept in, waking up just in time for me to get ready. The venue was an hour away so if I wanted to get there on time I needed to get ready now.

I did my usual daily rituals, changing, brushing my teeth, eating breakfast, and then double checking myself in the mirror. Suddenly the phone rang loudly.

I rushed to the phone, I figured it was Darren, I had asked him to call me in the morning.

“Hello Darren! I was just on my way-“ I excitedly pick up the phone.

“Abe!” Kelsey interjected.

“Kelsey? Kelsey! I haven’t heard from you in ages!” I exclaimed.

“Yeah- Yeah I know.” Her voice was static and broken up by shouting in the background. “Look- here’s the thing, you seemed pretty disappointed in me when I failed to capture William J. Barnum so I dyed my hair and donned a pseudonym…” She began.

“You did what?!” I was shocked.

“Yeah, Yeah… It’s not important right now. What IS important is He’s going under the name Willie James Bentley.” She continued. “And he’s going to be here tonight.” Kelsey suddenly got quiet. “Shit! I gotta go, but look you need to get here! We’ll be in Sacramento at the annual disco fever.” And with that she hung up the line.

“Kelsey?” I asked, hoping that maybe she was still there.

There was no time, I grabbed my coat and briefcase, rushing for the door. As I slammed the door closed I heard the faint ringing of the phone. I knew it was Darren…

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I arrived at a small club in Sacramento called The Cat’s Meow and they host an annual disco night called the Disco Fever. I knew Kelsey would be here and The Colonel with her…

As soon as I entered I was overwhelmed with the bright lights and loud music, the crowd of people dancing made it difficult to make the slightest of movements. I pushed through the crowd, hoping to find Kelsey in the sea of bodies.

“What would you like to drink?” A waitress asked me.

“Nothing for me.” I shooed her off.

“Oh I insist, it’s on me! Come to the bar!” She wasn’t taking no for an answer, dragging me to the bar.

“I said N-“ Before I could get it out I realized I knew her.

“It’s me, Kelsey…” She said in a hushed voice. “I’m Kathy now, and this is how I found out he’d be here. He frequents this bar ever since I saw him in LA he’s fled here.” She explained.

“What time will he get here?” I asked, impatiently.

“I don’t know what time he arrives actually, I’ve tried watching the front door for him before and then I get surprised when he suddenly comes up to the bar… It’s like he found another way in..” She shrugged, clearly confused.

“I guess I’ll just wait around for him.” I muttered, walking away so as not to blow Kelsey’s cover.

I stood in a corner, constantly scanning the crowd for The Colonel. He had to show up… I needed this to end not just for me but for Mark and the others who had lost their lives.

As I sat there for awhile I began getting fed up of waiting. When will he show up? Why hasn’t he reared his ugly head yet? As I bore myself with all my questions I absentmindedly stare at this one guy getting down with it on the dance floor, he was mesmerizing… The way he moved his body to the music was something professional dancers could only dream of, he had quite the body too… I couldn’t help but swoon for the guy. I was so caught up in my head that I didn’t realize Kelsey come over.

“That’s him…” She murmured as she sat a drink on my table. She was looking right at him… The guy I had been staring at for so long…

“That? That’s The Colonel?” I was baffled, there was no way!

She nodded before hurrying back to her job. I stared at the guy for a bit longer before downing the glass of whiskey Kelsey had set down. I was going to bring this guy to justice.

I stormed up to him, grabbed him by the arm, and dragged him with me to a back room. I shut the door and flipped on a light. I finally got a good look at him in the flickering light.. He wore a yellow button up with pink suspenders and gray trousers. He had messy black hair. I think this was the first time I had seem him with his helmet off… His mustache was perfectly combed and well maintained.. If he wasn’t a murderer he’d actually be quite attractive.

“Now look, I’m all for a good time but I was in the middle of something.” His speech pattern was completely different from The Colonel I knew back at the manor. “Plus I hate doing it in a storage closet, too cold to get hot and heavy if you know what I mean?” He winked comically as if this was some sort of joke.

“What are you talking about?!” I was absolutely stunned, this is not what I expected from The Colonel, the man who shot me…

“Well I assume you brought me here to have some… well… fun?” He held onto his vowels longer than the average person as his words slurred together.

“NO!” I exclaimed. “NO! Absolutely NOT!” I was repulsed by the idea. “Don’t you regret what you did you psycho?!” I needed answers and I needed them now.

“Well I always say that life is too short to regret living!” He grins. “But are you suuuure you don’t want to do it? I just got this new apartment and you’re quite the handsome fella” He bega— was he flirting with me?!

“Shut up! You’re a murderer, and I’m bringing you to justice.” I reach for my gun when suddenly the power goes out. “What?!” I shout.

When the lights come back on The Colonel was gone. I had missed my chance… This was yet another dead end.

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[fuckitfireeverything]

WHERE is the Dax Leopard/Darren Cruiser fanfic tho

[rawrampmag]

MIKE ROSS Third Eye Open #AlbumReview #RawRamp

MIKE ROSS Third Eye Open #AlbumReview #RawRamp

On April 28, 2023, MIKE ROSS will release his rock-influenced, 12-track album, Third Eye Open. The Preacher, th first song taken from the album as a single, is really weighty but completely enjoyable. Darren Lee’s drumming and Derek Randall’s bass notes add dark intensity to a song that is already as hefty as a cruiser, while guest vocalist Jack J Hutchinson’s supporting tones make the mood…

[storiesfabled]

carlos could kill this guy. honestly, he'd wanted to kill darren since he'd first heard exactly what he'd put marina through. if it weren't for gabriel reminding him that a cop being charged with murder was a bad look for him and his future, he probably would have. all they could do was wait for the day darren messed up badly enough that he could be thrown in jail for a long ass time; he just hoped that day didn't include any harm done to his sister. because if it did - well, carlos may not be able to stop himself from doling out his own justice.

"of course, mare, i'm not going anywhere. if he tries to get near you, you start screaming, okay? tell him the police are on their way. and once i get there, you and i are going down to the damn courthouse to find out why this restraining order is taking so long to process."

of course, a restraining order was just a piece of paper. but when you had a cop brother and a ranger father, well - it would be much easier for them to enforce the order than for a regular layperson. carlos was in his cruiser, turning on the lights and sirens and speeding down the roads as fast as he could while being safe. while this wasn't technically a call on the job, he was going to abuse his authority this one time if it meant making sure that his sister was safe.

five minutes later and he was pulling up outside the shop marina had told him about.

"i'm here, marina. i'm coming inside for you, okay? everything's going to be okay."

@storiesfabled asked: “Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.” from the hurt/comfort meme

marina gave a shaky nod in response as if carlos could somehow see it through the phone. things with darren seemed to be on an escalation. ignoring him when he showed up in person and blocking him when he sent her or her friends texts seemed to make it all come in more frequently. she had went for a jog after work and there he was yet again. his eyes had been tracking her from a vantage point on the trail and he had yet to take his hands out of his pockets. skipping out on the jog despite wanting to show darren that he was not going to take her freedom away from her, marina had gotten an uber to a smoothie bar instead... and then nearly walked into darren as she was leaving.

how had he followed her here so fast? she hadn't had time to ponder before she had carlos on the phone and booked it back inside the building. here she was in broad daylight, terrified that he would try something. ❝ can you stay on the phone with me until you get here? ❞

[oh-no-eu-didnt]

Quasar Fire-class bulk cruisers were large starships used to transport large cargo. The cruisers were commonly converted into military usage, particularly as starfighter carriers. Their size made them difficult targets in large battles, protecting large numbers of vulnerable ships, as the Quasars unleashed swarms of fighters. The Rebellion often used these starships, to great effect.

Source: Star Wars: Armada - Imperial Light Carrier Expansion Pack Card: Quasar Fire-class Cruiser-Carrier (Art: Darren Tan; 2017)

First Appearance: The Truce at Bakura (1993)

Read more on Wookieepedia.

[darren-the-robo-mechanic]

Ahh yes, my latest waste of time.

[roguedameron]

Chimaera & Profundity // Artist: Darren Tan (wraithdt @ ArtStation)

[abbatoirablaze]

Electric Love, Chapter 1

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: underage drinking, vandalism, mentions of murder/death, mentions of sex, tony stark *because him being him before Pepper is a warning.

"Come on Hannah, loosen up," he smiled as he tried to hand her the red solo cup. The twelve year old boy who was definitely interested in Hannah Stark tried for the fifth time to hand her the alcohol that he'd stolen from his parent's liquor cabinet. She looked around the woods and to the other friends who were with her. Kyle and Jenna had disappeared a little down the way and were probably making out by the big rock. Chad and Darren were dancing around by the fire with Allie, Marie ,and Tayla, "Hannah?"

"Dance with me?" she asked, hoping to change the topic and get the boys mind off the liquor he was trying to get her to drink. He chuckled and shook his head, muttering a quick 'no way.' She got up onto the hood of the old stripped-down mustang and started to dance to the pop song that was playing. She took his hands in her own and somehow managed to convince him to join her under the acceptance of his alcohol. She took the cup and took a big gulp, cringing at the taste. "This is horrible."

"I know," he laughed, "but it fucks you up."

She smiled, wrapping her arms around him and continuing to dance. It wasn't until the flashlights started interrupting the pre-teens party that he jumped off and bolted into the woods.

Tayla ran up to her, and grabbed her hand, "Hannah, come on! It's the cops."

"Shit," she cursed. She hopped off the hood and threw her solo cup away from her and the two girls bolted. Unfortunately, straight into the deputy.

"Jake," the thirteen-year-old, Tayla, said nervously, looking to her older brother. Tayla smiled at him, hoping that he'd give them a head start. The twenty-year-old Jake Smith gave a heavy sigh before grabbing his little sister and her friend, "Jake. Come on. Please. I know you used to do stuff like this all the time when you were my age."

"That's exactly why you won't," he scoffed, "I know you were out here with others. Who were they?"

"Snitches get stitches," Hannah said in a tipsy voice. Tayla laughed and the two of them almost simultaneously tripped over a stick that was on the path. Jake tried as hard as he could to keep the two pre-teens up, "What, Deputy Smith, can't handle two little girls?"

This caused Hannah and Tayla to giggle even more as the deputy pulled both girls up and led them out of the woods. A few more officers came out empty handed, but Sheriff Tyler came out with Jenna and Kyle.

Jenna looked mortified. Her father had caught her with Kyle, away from everyone else.

"Found these two off by Hadley's Creek."

"Kissing rock," an officer chuckled. Sheriff Tyler looked at him, and the laughter ceased, "want us to take em in, Sheriff?"

"Yeah, take the boy in," he nodded, looking at the officer who had laughed and Tayla's older brother, "you book em. Make sure officer Jones here gets the paperwork started and calls the parents. Take Hannah and Tayla home."

"Yessir!"

Hannah didn't know what to expect as she was loaded into the back of Jake's police cruiser.

Her mom had dealt with stuff like this for the past few months and was slowly becoming less and less surprised. Hannah was dropped off just a few weeks ago by Sheriff Tyler for spray painting the back of the high school.

She groaned, thinking about how her mother rubbed in her face that her absent father had to pay thousands of dollars in damages to get her out of trouble. Oh, how she loved to rub it in her face that the great Tony Stark had managed to save her yet again.

Like that somehow made up for him not being there. Like that somehow made up for him using her mom and then throwing her away.

The whole town knew about the fact that she was Tony Starks bastard child.

And the fact that her mother, Lindsay Thomas had cashed in on her chance to lived comfortably.

She groaned, thinking about how her mom hadn't had a job in years, and instead had chosen to shack up with the town's biggest drug dealer. Tony didn't know it, but his child support payments usually went to funding her mother's habits and the boyfriend's business.

But something didn't feel right when they pulled up to her house.

The lights were on, but the door was wide open.

"Stay in the car," Jake warned the girls. He got out, muttering something on his radio about a 'b and e' at her house. Tayla and Hannah went to get out of the car but couldn't because the doors only opened from the outside. A few minutes later another car pulled up and Hannah began to bang on the window, "Hannah, stop."

"Let me out!"

The two men shook their heads and drew their weapons, before heading inside.

"What do you think is happening?"

"I-I don't know," Hannah admitted, "when I snuck out, mom and George were fine...i I don-"

A gunshot rang out through the otherwise silent night. Hannah and Tayla's eyes snapped to the front door. It wasn't until a few minutes later when Jake came out, blood on his uniform that Hannah found herself sick to her stomach.

"Is-Is that blood?"

Jake got back into the car and didn't say a word to Hannah or his sister. As he started the car up, he talked into his radio again, "taking Stark to the station. Contact next of kin. Two bodies. Upper level, master bedroom. Female, mid thirties. Bled out. Multiple stab wounds. Male, early forties, suicide by cop."

Hannah's breath caught in her throat. Tayla's eyes went wide.

"What?"

Jake looked back at the two pre-teens who were now stone cold sober, and his eyes glanced a look back to Hannah.

"I'm sorry kid."

"No! No. What happened to my mom?" she asked wildly, turning around in her seat, as if that would somehow make the situation untrue, " No. Jake. You're lying. Jake SAY YOU'RE LYING. THIS ISN'T FUNNY."

"It's not meant to be funny," he said quietly as they pulled into the station, "I'm sorry Hannah. Your mom is gone."

2002

"And what, now that her mother is gone, I have to take care of her?" he yelled. She cringed. She could hear it through the thick doors of his estate that she had been dropped off at by a taxi just a few minutes ago, "that's what I was paying Lindsay for. To TAKE CARE OF HER!"

"Tony-"

The door had opened in the middle of his rant, and a woman with pin straight strawberry blond hair was staring at her. The tears that had long dried from Hannah’scheeks leaving them patchy and raw made the small ten-year-old look even tinier.

The woman took the bag from the social worker, who pursed their lips and shook their head.

"Come in," she offered. Hannah stared at the woman blankly, "I'm Pepper. I'm your dad's assistant. Come in. Please."

It had been two days, and neither the elder Tony Stark, nor his daughter Hannah were happy about the arrangement that they were now in.

Her mother was put in the ground quickly, and Tony had paid for it. But she hadn’t heard of nor seen him in all of her life. At least, not in person.

And now he was about to be a father for the first time, ten years after his daughter had been born. And that was something that all the money in the world couldn't fix.

"I don't like you either," the girl growled as she pushed past Pepper into the house. Tony and Pepperstared one another down, "let's get that straight. I'd rather be living at the cemetery with Lindsay than you."

"Great," he said sarcastically, "let me just go buy it and build a house for you so you can stay out of my hair."

"TONY!"

Pepper looked between the father and daughter and saw the similarities. Dark brown hair. Arrogant. Mischievous. Dark chocolate eyes. The girl turned her attention to Pepper, and she swore she saw the same softness that her father held for her.

“Mr. Stark?”

“Oh he doesn’t take things,” Pepper said quickly, her mouth drawing into a thin line as she took the papers from the social worker, “doesn’t sign them either, unless absolutely necessary.”

"Thank you, Pepper," she said softly. Pepper put down the bag and signed some forms, nodding to the social worker, "at least I'm stuck with one decent human being."

Pepper worked diligently the next few weeks trying to get Tony and Hannah to bond over something.

Anything.

She tried to sneak out. She tried to drink his alcohol. She vandalized numerous walls on the exterior of the property. How she managed to buy spray paint, Pepper still had no idea. It wasn't until one day by chance when she'd gotten into Tony's lab downstairs that everything changed.

Tony had been working on a weapon's project. The Jericho. While all the missiles were functioning, the timing was off.

"HEY HEY!" Tony yelled, seeing that his ten-year-old daughter was working on the screen. His eyes widened even more when he saw that it was the defence project. He ripped his daughter up out of the chair and dropped her away from the desk, "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"Your timing sequencer was off," she replied simply, her dark chocolate eyes fixing on a glare towards her father. She crossed her arms, not daring to look away from him, "I fixed it."

His eyes shot away from the screen and to her, "you did what?"

"I ran the program and I fixed your problem," she replied, pressing the button on the screen that would play the simulation, "your calculations for the timing sequence was off. The ballistics weren't going off when they made contact, right?"

"How did you know that?"

But he didn't get an answer. She pointed at the screen again and he pressed the play button. the simulation appeared. As expected, the missile located the target based on the heat signature, adjusted for temperature, wind speed, and altitude, and launched.

The delay was gone.

He watched in awe as the missile guided itself, continuously adjusting. The code on the side was running faster than he'd seen it before. The outer shell broke off and a series of smaller ballistics missiles found additional targets to widen the spectrum and blast radius. The inner shell split, allowing the main missiles to separate.

Tony watched as they exploded when reaching the target. All of the missiles. No delay. No error in the simulation. The code stopped and a final count of the blast statistics appeared, showing it was a success.

He looked to his daughter, and she smiled, a shit eating grin on her face as she raised her brow at him, "it's fixed, right?"

"Yeah," he said in a confused tone. He narrowed his eyes at her, and then turned towards the computers. Pulling up the logs he saw that she read the code and adjusted it, "you-you didn't use paper or anything to calculate?"

"No," she said with a shake of her head, "I've always been good at math."

"Hannah that's way beyond what you should know at this age."

"I really like math," she said with a shrug as though it were no big deal. He skillfully glanced at the child beside himself and she shrugged again, "okay, and science. You know, one time I build a mini arc reactor for a science fair. Mom got mad because I almost blew up the house. Cops thought she was making meth."

"You built an arc reactor?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "It was a small one though. After the science fair mom tried to make me junk it. But the government came and took it away and told me if I built another one, they'd throw mom in jail. She didn't like 'sciencey stuff' as she called it. Said i'd never get a man that way."

"You don't need a man, kiddo," he chuckled, messing with her hair as he felt the connection that he never thought he would feel by siring a child, "you know. Your grandpa built the first arc reactor in the 50s."

"I know," she grinned, suddenly feeling a kinship to her father, "that's what made me do it. My teacher wouldn't shut up about it and I just knew if i could build one then it'd knock her on her ass."

Pepper smiled from the door as the two excitedly talked about everything. Proving people wrong just because you can. Developing technologies.

In that moment she knew that the two of them would be okay.

Or at the very least wouldn't kill each other.

2003

"What are you staring at?" she growled to the man in front of her.

Tony watched his daughter as she sat at the table, not eating the plate that Pepper had set in front of her. When she caught the movement out of her peripherals her eyes snapped to the young attractive women slinking down the stairs and trying to sneak out the door. She smiled the same wicked smile that her grandfather used to and Tony knew that he was in trouble.

“Hannah.”

"Oh don't leave on my account,” Hannah smirked, stabbing at the pancakes on her plate as she gave the woman her full attention, “Come. Enjoy breakfast with me and my dad."

The woman nervously looked to Tony who sat facing her at one end of the table, then back to the eleven-year-old sitting at the other end of the table, "I should-"

"Go?" she asked, raising a brow as she cut the woman off. Her eyes widened. She turned around in her chair and looked at her father, "You’re going to let her go now? She hasn't even had breakfast. It's the most important meal of the day, right dad?"

"Yeah," he said awkwardly. Hannah smirked and put her plate in the seat net to hers, "Hannah that's your breakfast."

"Nonsense," she said quickly. she looked back to Pepper, "hey Pep, can you make another plate? I gave mine to dad's girlfriend."

"Oh i-" the woman began, but she immediately stopped herself when Hannah glared at her. Picking up her fork, she spared a glance at Tony, "I-I guess I could eat."

"Good," Hannah smiled. She waited a few minutes, watching as the woman nervously bide her time with famous playboy billionaire Tony Stark, and his daughter, "hey...what's your name?"

"It's Am-"

"Doesn't matter," she said, cutting her off, with a shake of her head. Pepper set down a fresh plate of french toast and bacon. Hannah cut into it, and popped a piece in her mouth, "I'm gonna call you Bridget. Tell me, Bridget. Would you rather be feared or respected?"

"What?" she asked, nearly choking on the sip of orange juice that she'd taken.

Tony raised his brow but didn't stop Hannah.

"Would you rather be feared or respected?"

"Uhm, respected I guess."

"Why not both?"

Her eyes widened a little more, "what?"

"Why not both?" Hannah asked curiously, "if you were to have the choice, then who is to say that the choice to have both doesn't exist? Why respect over fear? Why respect over both?"

"I -I don't know?"

By this time Tony's 'date' had stopped eating and was staring uncomfortably at his daughter.

"A little advice," she smiled, putting her napkin in her lap, "if you want to be respected, don't fuck my dad and then try to sneak out the next morning. And if you do, at least wait until I go to school first. Capiche?"

The woman, so unsure of what to say, shook her head, "I should go."

Pepper tried to stifle some laughter as she finished making Tony's food and put it before him.

"Don't forget your Stark Special," Hannah yelled as the woman went for the door, "it's a great consolation prize. Every girl gets one when they bang my dad."

"Hannah!"

She looked at her dad and her brow raised. Pepper noted how alike the two were, yet again as they shared in the stare down.

"That wasn't funny Hannah," Pepper said through stifled laughter as she cleaned up the place where Tony's date had set, "apologize to your father."

"Apologize to him?" she asked with a laugh, "why? Now he definitely won't have to see her again. He should be thanking me."

Tony tried to keep a straight face as Hannah went back to eating.

As brazen as it was, Hannah had done this often when Tony had brought a woman home. And never once had he gotten away with the woman making it outside before Hannah caught her. So, this wasn't necessarily a new situation for the mix-matched duo.

"Really?" he asked, "The Stark Special?"

"I know what grandpa called that bracelet," she said with a giggle, "don't pretend it doesn't exist. I know it does, because mom had one."

Chapter 2

[atlanticcanada]

'We were 100 per cent sure': Mounties mistakenly thought N.S. gunman had shot himself

It is one of the most perplexing aspects about the mass shooting in Nova Scotia that claimed 22 lives: after killing 13 people in Portapique, N.S., late on April 18, 2020, the killer decided it was time to rest for the night.

That decision may have helped him avoid capture for much of the next morning, as there is evidence to suggest police assumed the shooting had stopped because the killer had taken his own life somewhere in the woods inside the rural community.

"The narrative going around, particularly through the police radios, was an assumption that he probably killed himself," said Michael Scott, a lawyer whose firm represents families of 14 of the 22 victims. "The problem with that kind of assumption is that it can have a real impact on how they're proceeding from that point."

On Wednesday, the commission of inquiry investigating the case is expected to release a document describing what happened immediately after the killer, Gabriel Wortman, left the rural enclave at around 10:45 p.m., driving a replica RCMP cruiser and disguised as a Mountie.

Previously released RCMP search warrant applications show he drove undetected for 24 kilometres and parked his vehicle just after 11 p.m. behind a welding shop in Debert, N.S., where he spent the night in the vehicle.

The next day, the gunman killed another nine people -- both acquaintances and strangers -- as he led police on a 100-kilometre chase that ended when he was fatally shot by an RCMP officer who spotted him trying to refuel a stolen vehicle at a gas station north of Halifax.

Among other things, the inquiry has been asked to determine why it took police 13 hours to stop the shooter, and one theory holds that the police investigating the shootings in Portapique concluded the rampage had come to an end on the first night.

"That seems to be the basis for their assumption that he'd killed himself and nobody seems to have even remotely considered the idea that he somehow managed to leave Portapique undetected," Scott said.

The first RCMP officer to arrive at the scene, Const. Stuart Beselt, told a commission lawyer that he believed the killer shot himself after RCMP Emergency Response Team officers called his name using loudspeakers.

Beselt, in an interview conducted on July 22, 2021, said he heard "one loud crack" of gunfire as he and other officers were being sent home early on April 19, 2020.

"And I'm like, 'He just did himself in the woods,"' Beselt told commission lawyer Roger Burrill. "We heard one last loud crack and it was like, 'Nah, he just knows the gig's up. He just shot himself' .... I felt like the situation was over. They'll find him in the woods somewhere."

Beselt wasn't the only Mountie who guessed wrong about the killer's fate that night.

Const. Aaron Patton, one of three officers who advanced into the neighbourhood within minutes of arriving at the scene at 10:25 p.m., also said he later heard what he believed was one, loud rifle shot as police called out to the killer.

Up to then, there had been no single gunshots, he said in an interview with an RCMP officer on April 23, 2020. "It was always multiple gunshots. It was never just one, so we were 100 per cent sure that that was him killing himself in the woods," Patton said.

Aside from the officers' speculation, there is evidence suggesting the RCMP mistakenly concluded the replica RCMP vehicle witnesses had seen in Portapique was among three decommissioned police cars found later that night. Two Ford Taurus Interceptors were burning on the killer's properties in Portapique and a third was parked in the Halifax area, next to the denture clinic that the suspect owned and operated.

In an affidavit sworn on June 3, 2021, RCMP Supt. Darren Campbell said that on the night of April 18, 2020, police learned the killer had purchased three decommissioned police cruisers in recent years, and all three were accounted for early on April 19, 2020. There's no indication in Campbell's statement that police were aware of the fourth former police vehicle, also a Ford Taurus, that was used by the killer.

"They had accounted for three cars the killer owned, but discovered early on that the ones burning in Portapique were not fully marked, as they had been told by several witnesses was the case with the car the killer was driving," said Adam Rogers, a Nova Scotia lawyer who is writing a blog about the inquiry.

"Hours after the killer had left the area, police were still setting up containment points as though he were still near his home ....Two important ramifications are that all police resources remained focused on Portapique rather than expanding the scope of their hunt, and also that the police mistakenly decided against warning the wider public of any danger."

According to police documents, the gunman left Debert at daybreak at 5:43 a.m. and travelled 60 kilometres to Wentworth, N.S., where he fatally shot two men and a woman at 6:29 a.m.

Around the same time, the killer's common-law spouse, Lisa Banfield, emerged from hiding in Portapique and alerted police to the fact that Wortman was on the loose in a replica police car, a photo of which she shared with investigators.

It remains unclear what senior RCMP officers had concluded about the case by the morning of April 19, 2020, but the Mounties gave no indication they were still looking for a suspect until Banfield came forward. At that time, the RCMP quickly issued a bulletin to all police in Nova Scotia to be on the lookout for the gunman and his vehicle.

At 8:02 a.m., the Mounties issue a brief statement on Twitter confirming publicly for the first time they were looking for an active shooter. A tweet about the suspect's vehicle and RCMP uniform, however, wasn't issued until 10:17 a.m., almost 12 hours after officers in Portapique and 911 call-takers were told about the marked vehicle.

"You see how connecting the dots of all of these assumptions, all of these little errors, even if they're understandable, you start to get a view of how this guy was able to roam unchecked throughout the province for 13 hours," Scott said.

This report by The Canadian Press was first published March 8, 2022.

from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/pgjV834

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

I just really want really funny/cute crisscolfer fics, could you help ?

I recommend browsing our CC fluff and CC humor tags, and here are some faves for ya!  Enjoy.  ~Lynne

Beyond The Sea by dumbhuman

Seventeen year old Chris is going on his first real vacation: A Disney cruise with his aunt, uncle, and cousin. What he expects to be a fun getaway of baby-sitting, waiting in line to get autographs, and avoiding the sun gets turned on its head when his family is seated with the Criss's at dinner. Eighteen year old Darren, an experienced cruiser, suggests that he act as Chris's tour guide for the week-long voyage, and Chris agrees, not realizing that seven days is definitely enough time to fall head over heels for someone. But will they have their Happily Ever After?

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From Broadway to Brooklyn by @sir-pyllero

Anon prompted: could you write a crisscolfer au where they meet on a train, maybe subway in NY? and the train stops because of technical difficulties for like 10 minutes?

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I’VE GOT A FEVER (AND THE CURE IS MORE DARREN CRISS) OR IN SICKNESS AND IN SCHMOOP by  Thentheyhadsex

Chris is sick. Chris is totally, unequivocally, completely sick. It’s a good thing that he’s got four days off from filming, and apparently, Darren volunteering to be his personal nursemaid. He’s too sick to put up much protest, and suddenly Darren is staying at his apartment 24/7. And Chris… Chris is starting to realize he doesn’t mind this one bit.

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Big Wood Cabin by orphan account

Stranded in a cabin in a snowstorm (shh there’s nothing wrong with good ol’ cabin fic)

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Baby, All I Want For Christmas Is… Darren Criss by @somethingfishyfan

College AU. A new roommate comes along and turns Chris’ world upside down.

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