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robininthelabyrinth · 6 years ago

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Fic: An Internal Affair - Chapter 11 (Ao3 link)

Fandom: The Flash Pairing: Leonard Snart/Barry Allen

Summary: Leonard Snart, the CCPD Captain of Internal Affairs, is known as Captain Cold for a very good reason: He hates corrupt cops with a merciless vengeance, and once you’re on his list, you’re in serious trouble.

His next target?

A CCPD lab tech named Barry Allen who’s developed a suspicious habit of disappearing at random intervals.

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Len had been having such a good day before this, too.

Allen (Barry, you should call him Barry - but not yet) was knee deep in CSI work, so he hadn't had time for a proper date, but they'd been texting and had met briefly to go for coffee once or twice and then again a couple of days later for lunch. All in nice, well-lit places that appeased Danvers.

Thawne reported that he and Iris were making some progress in their investigation of the disappearances, mostly interviewing people who'd submitted complaints that appeared Flash-related. They’d exhausted the list of people who’d complained to the CCPD and had gone to the mayor’s office to dig into the complaint archive there in case there were others.

Danvers had shaken his tree of contacts on his behalf and continued to find no evidence of Allen's corruption in relation to any Family, although his involvement with STAR Labs in some capacity was at this point undeniable.

He still hadn't gotten a warrant for STAR Labs (oh, did he ever want a warrant!), but the pile of evidence he was going to use to apply for one was growing nicely.

And then he'd come here and his world had fallen apart.

"So what's that mean?" Len asks through lips that feel like they've gone numb. "Does that mean - are you saying we gotta -"

"No, no," Dr. Callahan assures him. She's a competent-looking Latina woman in her thirties, whose usually mildly distracted air could turn into razor-sharp focus at a moment's notice. Len had picked her to be Mick's primary physician because he'd been oddly comforted by her habit of always carrying a small, thick paperback in her coat pocket. "We're nowhere near the point of needing to make end-of-life decisions."

Len nods shakily. That's good. Because if they asked him to pull the plug on Mick, he's not sure what he'd do.

Shoot himself next, maybe.

"I just wanted to be clear with you about timeline," Callahan continues, gently but firmly. "He's still well within the boundaries of a plausible coma, but given how well his burns are progressing, we're starting to get to the end of where we feel comfortable assisting with medical induction. But the more we phase it out, the less positive the signs are."

"What's that mean?" Len asks again. "Does it mean there ain't no hope of him waking up?"

"There's always hope," she says. "But this next month or so is probably crucial: he either wakes up on his own, or we have to start seriously considering the possibility that he won't wake up at all and adjusting his care accordingly. And that means discussing what might be the best care going forward, which does include end-of-life options."

Len nods dully. Mick hadn't had a DNR order on file, the idiot, but Len knew he didn't want to be one of those unfortunate creatures kept alive by machines years after all hope was extinguished.

He'd made that clear to Callahan, and that's what she was referring to: if Mick didn't wake up, they were going to talk about - to talk about -

Len's killed men before. Some women, too, if they were rotten - never children, despite a few jokes about wanting to strangle particularly loud ones.

He's never killed a friend before.

"I wanted to discuss this with you now so that you had time to get yourself ready, should the worst come to pass," Callahan says. She's sympathetic, he can tell, but she knows him well enough by now to know that he wouldn't appreciate any expressions of that sympathy. "We're going to do everything we can this month - pull out all the stops, so to speak - but in the end, it's going to be up to him."

Len nods mutely. His hand has somehow found Mick's on the bed, through no intention of his own, and he's squeezing it hard enough that his knuckles have gone white.

Callahan says some other things, more reassurance that there are still things they have to try, but he mostly tunes her out and eventually she goes away and leaves him there.

"Mick," he whispers, and his voice is scratchy. "Mick."

He hasn't really faced up to the idea of Mick not waking up. Oh, he's thrown in an "if" in his thoughts and words, but he's never really believed it.

His whole life is still centered around the belief that Mick will wake up one day: Danvers' increasingly long group chat of updates on Len's life, meant for Mick to one day read; his ridiculous crush and now possible-relationship with Allen, meant for Mick to learn of and hopefully approve...

His revenge, meant as a gift to help convince Mick to forgive him all his lies.

All dreams. All hopes.

All dust in his mouth.

He's never going to talk to Mick again. Never get the benefit of his kindness, his crass humor, his understated wisdom and insight into the human soul. Into Len's soul. He's never going to hear Mick lecture him on his health, on eating his vegetables, on not hanging out with Charlie too much. He's never -

There's still hope, Callahan said. Still hope.

He just can't see it right now.

It's a bad night.

Allen tries to text, but Len turns off his text notifications. Danvers calls, but he hangs up on her - not that that stops her from actually coming and banging on his window, but he snarls at her to go away and she does. Even Lisa calls - at Danvers' encouragement, no doubt - and Len's sense of duty as an older brother makes him pick up, but he doesn't actually say anything more than "This ain't a good time, Lise," and remaining otherwise mute.

Hearing her voice does help a little, though.

It helps enough that when Danvers shows up to escort him to work the next morning, jaw set in a manner that suggests refusal isn't an option, he agrees to go.

Work will be good, he thinks. Thinking certainly isn't doing any favors.

It doesn't work.

Len spends the morning staring down at the paperwork he's supposed to be filling out with an overwhelming feeling of despair. He knows he's doing good work, necessary work, vital work cleaning up the city police into something worthy of the name, but what good is it, really, if Mick's not going to be around to see that Len being a cop isn't actually all that bad?

When you have nothing, you still have your duty, he reminds himself, and forces himself to pick up the pen. You still have your city, which you love.

Paperwork isn't really doing it for him today, though. Necessary, yes, but he's already gone as far as he can right now - the DAs won't take any new cases out of his backlog unless he can prove something truly egregious, and there's only so many subpoenas and wiretapping warrants he can fill out.

He needs action.

That's why it's a relief when Iris sweeps into his office in the early afternoon, taking one look at him and announcing, "You look like reheated crap."

"Reheat crap often, do you?" Danvers asks grumpily from her desk. She's been stressing about him since last night; she's entitled to a bad mood. "We usually just flush it away, here."

Iris is surprised into a snort, which interrupts the entrance line she'd no doubt had lined up. "Okay," she says. "That was a good one. That was really good. A+ for both timing and delivery."

Danvers smiles a bit at that. "Captain Snart's not exactly feeling up to company right now," she adds.

"Captain Snart is right fucking here," Len says through gritted teeth.

"See?" Danvers tells Iris, who nods.

"I just need something really quick, I promise," Iris says, shifting over to speak to Len directly. "Eddie got pulled away on a precinct-wide thing going on today - something about a gorilla? I'm not sure - and I wanted to follow up on a lead that I got, but he insisted I clear it with you first. We all good?"

Len, not being an idiot, blinks slowly at her. "Funny," he says. "Nowhere in that sentence did you actually inform me of what lead you're intending on following up, where, and what you're planning on doing that Detective Thawne sent you here first."

"Damn," she says mildly. "You're sharp as a tack, aren’t you? Okay, fine. I want to go question a guy who supposedly got fired from STAR Labs right before the Particle Accelerator went live. I found his name in Mason's notes."

Mason Bridge - that was the newspaper editor from Iris' internship, the one that had been her supervisor. He'd been one of the more recent disappearances.

"I thought all his notes had disappeared along with him," Len says. "What with him being paranoid over anyone getting a glimpse at them."

"Says the hypocrite," Danvers coughs.

"So did I," Iris says, smirking at Danvers. "But then it occurred to me - after talking with Kara here, actually! - that he might've asked one of the CCPN secretaries for some help with them at some point during his career, and one of them was actually able to show me a secret nook in his office where he kept some files in the event of a fire. Sadly not all of them, but it did have this one guy's name. That's something, right?"

"That sounds like a very promising lead," Len says.

"That's what I thought!"

"What's the guy's name?"

"No way," Iris says. "I'm not telling you that; you might try to assign the follow-up to someone else. I’m tired of sitting around in the mayor’s office’s archives digging through papers; this is my only leverage to make sure that I get to go."

She's not wrong. Len appreciates that, even if it’s annoying.

"Makes sense," he says.

"So you approve?" she asks hopefully.

"Why don't you tell me why Detective Thawne wanted you to ask my permission before following up on it, first," Len says wryly, "and then we'll see?"

Iris is a positive sneak; he likes that in a person.

She makes a face at him. "Well, this individual - er - may or may not be - uh - living in the Keystone slums."

Len arches his eyebrows. "Where in the slums?"

"...near Leopold Ave."

"Ah, yes," Len says. "Now it all makes sense. I have no idea why Detective Thawne might have any hesitation about letting you go down to Murderers' Row all by your lonesome."

"...so that's a no, then," Iris concludes.

"Oh, no, I think it's a great idea," Len says. "In fact, I'll go along with you."

"What? No!" Danvers exclaims. "Are you crazy?"

"Danvers -"

"Don't you 'Danvers' me! Do you have a memory problem or something, where you can't remember that the Families are trying to kill you? Murderers' Row is prime Family territory!"

"Technically not -"

"Only because no one wants to deal with disciplining it! Just because it's too unorganized to be properly called organized crime does meant that -"

"I need to do something," Len says flatly. Something about his voice makes Danvers pause and look at him warily. "This will do just fine."

"...fine," she says. "Will you at least wear the -"

"I ain't wearing the mask to Murderers' Row," Len says, rolling his eyes. "Keystone ain't Central like that; they'd shoot me just for hiding my face."

"But -"

"No. And that's final."

"Fine!" she exclaims, crossing her arms and glaring hard enough that Len fancies that he can feel the hair on the back of his arms crisping up again. Danvers has a good glare. "But I'm coming with you."

"I don't think taking either of you is a good idea," Iris says. "Snart, you're wanted by the Families, and Danvers, listen, it's dangerous -"

"What, and it's not dangerous for you? You're literally a civilian!"

Technically, as admin staff, so is Danvers, but Len's not dumb enough to say as much.

"One person can more easily escape notice than two -"

"If by 'escape notice' you mean 'get kidnapped and sold into human trafficking,' which I suppose is one way to interpret that phrase, albeit an uncommon one," Len says dryly. "No. We all go, or I go, and those are our only options. And Danvers, if you really want to do this - which you don't have to -"

"I know that, and I'm doing it anyway," she says stubbornly.

"- then at the very least I insist you take a service weapon with you," Len continues. "I don't care if you don't like guns."

"Fine. But I get hazard pay for this!"

"Of course you get hazard pay for this," Len says.

Danvers blinks at him. "I - wasn't expecting that to actually work. I really get hazard pay?"

"Why not? This is what hazard pay was meant for."

"Can I get -" Iris starts.

"You're a consultant, it was your idea in the first place, and you're basically blackmailing us into taking you along with us by threatening to withhold the witness' name," Len points out. He likes people with spirit, but even he has reasonable limits. "No hazard pay, you take a stun gun, and if we all survive, I'll consider giving you a bonus in retrospect. And if you ever try to blackmail anyone over anything bigger than a ridealong, I’ll crush you like a gnat."

"...understood,” Iris says. “Also, a stun gun, seriously? I’m a cop’s kid; I can handle a real gun -"

"And until you can handle it to my satisfaction on a police shooting range, you take the stun gun," Len says firmly. He was a cop’s kid, too, and while he’ll allow that it typically provides some knowledge of how to use a gun, it doesn’t instill significant confidence in a person’s ability to know when not to use a gun, which is more his area of concern. "Now, we're wasting daylight. Shall we catch a ride into Keystone?"

The original taxi they catch takes them into the center of downtown, which is as close as the driver is willing to go to Murderers' Row. Len can't blame him; the area's awful at the best of times, and the times following the devastation wrought by the Particle Accelerator could hardly be considered the best of times.

"We can't walk there from here," Iris objects. "It'd take us over an hour even without factoring in Snart's crutches, and - all jokes about stupid bravery aside - I don't want to be stuck here past sundown."

"No problem," Len says. "Why'd you think I asked him to take us to the corner of Rundown Street?"

Iris glances at the street sign with a frown. "It's called Sundown Street -"

A car zooms them by at illegally high speeds, coming out of nowhere on a sharp turn, passing close enough for the wind to buffet them. It's followed a second later by another one.

If they'd been even a single step off the curve, they'd be dead.

"Like I said," Len says wryly. "Rundown Street. Otherwise known as the most popular drag racing strip inside Keystone City proper. C'mon, we're not far from the finish line - we'll be able to get one of the losers to give us a ride if we pay his loser's fee."

"Loser's fee?" Danvers asks.

"The buy-in amount," Len says. "Not too expensive, but more than most drivers can afford - but it can be waived if you're willing to bet your car as collateral."

"I get it," Iris says. "We save someone's car - and their livelihood - and they drive us wherever we want. That's...kind of cold-blooded."

"Well," Len drawls. "They do call me Captain Cold, you know."

"I bet they wouldn't if they knew how much you enjoyed it," Iris says, but she's grinning.

Their selected driver turns out to be a young African-American man on the verge of college age, who goes by the street name "Wally Wheeler", and he's incredibly grateful about them saving his car.

"I'm trying to save up money for my mom's medical treatments," he explains to a sympathetic Iris and Danvers. "I got a part-time job at first, but it didn't make enough. And I was good at this, so..."

"As long as you stick to racing," Len says. "Those sort of problems are what lead people to the Families, but if you go there, you'll get trouble you won't get out of."

"Isn't racing also illegal?" Iris asks, giving Len a look.

Len shrugs. As vices go, racing's far from the worst one to have.

"The boss is a big believer in victimless crime," Danvers tells Iris, sounding long-suffering. "He thinks it's a panacea against crimes that do have victims, like the corruption involved with and caused by Family work. Also, don't ask what he considers to be 'victimless', it'll just turn into a rant about the modern state of property insurance."

"Chattel insurance," Len mutters under his breath.

"That's not necessarily wrong, though," Wally - Len refuses to call any human being 'Wheeler' - says. "About the difference between petty law-breaking like drag-racing and, well, worse stuff than that. I know lots of guys that do stupid stuff and justify it on the basis that at least it's not the Family biz."

"Hmm," Iris says. "That's interesting. Tell me, would you consider letting me interview you..?"

"Yeah, sure, if you'd be willing to get tested for bone marrow compatibility for my mom," Wally says. "One interview if you get tested, and if you’re a match, well, I'll do all the interviews you want."

"Deal," Iris says. "Danvers, what about you? Want to get tested together?"

"I can't," Danvers says apologetically. "Medical issue. But I have a really, really rare blood type, so I wouldn't be a match anyway."

"Snart?"

"My doc says she's the only one allowed to stick me with needles for the foreseeable future," Len says, waggling his crutch pointedly. Giving blood after getting shot in a dirty warehouse is just asking to potentially spread some sort of blood-borne disease, even if the tests have come up negative so far. "Anyway, Wally, about that ride – we need to go to Murderers' Row."

Wally's eyebrows go straight up. "You gotta death wish or something?"

"We need to talk to someone there," Iris says. "You don't have to stay -"

"Are you joking? Of course he has to stay," Len says. "How do you expect us to get out again?"

"But -"

"No, it's cool," Wally says. "Your man here looks like he can handle himself - you're packing, right?"

"Of course."

Wally nods. "Then I'll stick around. I've never been in Murderers' Row long enough to see what it looks like."

"Me either," Iris says, sounding excited.

Len blinks at them. "It's a slum," he says blankly. "It doesn't look like anything."

Danvers pats him on the back. "The guy with a ranking system for different prisons doesn't get to throw stones here, boss."

...it's not his fault Iron Heights sucks balls. Or that Len has a multipage spreadsheet to prove it.

Murderers' Row, on the other hand, is just your average old slum: ratty dirty buildings halfway or more to falling apart, shoddy half-hearted repairs, people hanging around looking at each other suspiciously, everyone packing more heat than a summer's day - lead in the walls, dirt in the water, and violence in the air.

Len feels at home already.

"You're humming, boss."

"Nice to be back in the old parts of town," Len says. "Though of course this don't have anything on Central's slums - now there's a prime bit of slum territory -"

A member of the local gangs - not Family, just a local - who was oh-so-casually loitering ever closer to them, hand on the gun in his pocket in the event of their being either a threat or unwary prey, gives out a snort at that, his shoulders dropping.

"Shoulda known a Middleman'd be the only one dumb enough to bring two bits into Murderers' Row," he says, friendly enough.

"What, and after all the effort I went getting one of each color, too?" Len replies, smirking back even as his voice drops back into the comfortable nasal drawl he grew up with. "Archboys got no taste - and no discernment, neither, if you think these here are bits. You really think I'd come here with one leg and no protection?"

The gang member nods amiably. Like most low-level thugs, he's willing to give the benefit of the doubt to just about anything he doesn't understand - and the idea of a slum kid like Len showing up with crutches and two pretty ladies ripe for kidnapping is just ludicrous enough that he's willing to believe that Danvers and Iris are both enforcers hidden in sheep's clothing.

"Don't start nothing," the guy still says in warning, clearly more reflexively than anything else, and heads back to rejoin his gang.

Iris does Len the tremendous favor of waiting until he's gone to ask, in an undertone, "Middleman? Archboys?"

"Middlemen are Central City slum kids, born and raised," Len tells her. "Archboys are the same but for Keystone. There isn't an official divide, of course, but everyone's got their loyalty, what with the two cities being so close."

"And bits?" Danvers asks. "What's that mean?"

"Uh," Len says.

"Whores," Wally says, amused. "Except your guy here somehow convinced him that we must all actually be really dangerous because it'd be too stupid to come here otherwise."

Len shrugs modestly. He's always had a gift for bullshit. "Now's your turn," he says to Iris. "The name?"

"Hartley Rathaway," Iris says.

Len's eyebrows shoot up. He's not the only one.

"I know, I know, a Rathaway here of all places; it sounds dumb," Iris says, seeing his expression. "But he was disowned by his family after he came out and then blackballed from the scientific research industry after getting fired from STAR Labs, and Mason'd traced him here."

"Well," Len says. "At least he'll be easy to find."

"Not without street numbers," Iris says, scowling at the rundown buildings.

"Who needs street numbers when you've got cardboard?" Len asks. "Wait here."

He hobbles over to the nearest outpost of the cardboard brigade - not far, there's a nice alleyway where a handful of homeless people are congregating.

Len likes the cardboard brigade. His usual contact – a crazy ageless woman called the Mad Magpie that likes to hang around the police precinct, thus the ‘crazy’ moniker – likes him back, and that usually means he can ask for favors other people wouldn’t get. In this case, he gives them the usual set of passwords and asks for the courtesy of an hour's head start before they start spreading his name and face around.

They agree cheerfully and direct him to one of the buildings on the street, the one with a green door and boarded-up windows.

Their target supposedly resides on the third floor.

"This is wild," Wally murmurs, staring at the entranceway to the building with some trepidation. "I can't believe you're going to go interview a guy in Murderers' Row, ex-millionaire's kid or not. You journalists have got some serious balls."

Len decides not to correct Wally's misapprehension as to their profession, as cops are as little liked here as anywhere in the slums. Besides, that comment was mostly aimed at Iris, who is, in fact, a journalist.

...technically.

Being a blogger counts, right?

Len struggles up the steps. The slums are not exactly handicap-friendly, to say the least, but at least he has Danvers' strong arm and excellent sense of discretion to help get him there.

By the time they're on the third floor landing, he's breathing hard and both Iris and Wally have identical worried expressions.

Literally identical, actually; Len wonders if they're related. Sadly, there's probably no polite way to ask Iris if her dad happens to have any illegitimate kids out there.

"You sure you're -" Iris starts.

"I'm fine," Len says, catching his breath. "What's all that PT for if not for climbing stairs and interrogating witnesses?"

"Assuming this guy's there at all," Wally says.

"That's a good point," Iris says. "He could've been disappeared, too."

Wally looks intrigued. "People have been disappearing? That sounds bad. Can I help?"

"You're already helping," Iris assures him.

"Danvers, how much of a budget do we have for interns?" Len murmurs as quietly as he can, knowing that Danvers' ridiculous bat-ears will hear anything he says as long as there's even the slightest exhalation giving sound to the words.

"You could use having a more reliable driver than Charlie, of all people," she whispers back. "I'll check when we get back to the office, but we can probably make it work."

"S'long as he never intends on being a real cop later in life, it could get him outta some of his current trouble..."

With that settled, Len decides to ignore Iris' attempt to brief Wally on what they know (nothing, but told from a fairly pro-Flash perspective) and knock firmly on the door.

Nothing.

"Danvers?" Len asks.

"There's someone inside," she confirms. "Only one person, as far as I can tell."

"How can you tell?" Wally asks.

"Danvers has ridiculously good hearing," Len says proudly. "The only way she could be more accurate about this sorta thing is if she had X-ray vision."

Danvers flushes.

It’s simultaneously hilarious and rage-inducing (mostly at her family) how shy she is about how awesome she is.

Len knocks again, this time harder. "C'mon," he calls. "We know you're in there, we mean no harm, and anyway, I hear that the price of door replacements on Murderers' Row is killer."

Danvers groans, Iris smirks, and Wally stares up at the ceiling like it can give him answers to how he ended up here.

A second later, the door swings open.

"That was fucking awful," the man inside informs them, smirking.

Len frowns at the man - about the same height as Len, Caucasian, brunet, and scruffy like he thinks Indiana Jones is a role model, wearing a dark green hoodie and cheap jeans - and says, "I'm gonna assume you ain't Hartley Rathaway."

"No shit," the guy says. He looks vaguely familiar, now that Len thinks about it. "What gave it away, the extra foot of height or the fact that I don't talk rich?"

"The latter," Len says. "Given that I ain't never met the guy in person to know about the rest. He live here?"

“Who wants to know?”

“A nosy asshole,” Len says. “Don’t make me go ask the cardboard brigade to tell me the same thing, okay?”

The guy snorts, acknowledging the point.

“So does Rathaway Jr. live here?” Len prods.

"Usually, yeah," the guy says, giving in. "He’s my roomie. Ain’t been back in a couple weeks, though."

"He's been disappeared?" Wally exclaims.

The guy gives Wally a weird look. "Or he's just not been here for a couple weeks. It happens sometimes – jobs, laying low, that sorta deal."

"Oh."

"What’s that about people getting disappeared..?"

"Can we come in anyway?" Len interjects, not answering the question. "I could use a chair to crash in before attempting those stairs again."

"Yeah, sure, come in. Do I know you from somewhere?"

"I was just thinking that," Len says. Danvers is shaking her head at him pointedly like she's trying to tell him something, but he's not sure what; he's too busy trying to place the guy. "What's your deal?"

"Usual cut crew work, largely freelance - used to work with my brother -"

"Do you have a name, maybe?" Iris asks, following them inside, even as Len's nodding. “That might help more than your profession.”

The guy flushes, remembering his manners. "Uh, Mark. Mark Mardon. Nice to meet you."

Len snaps his fingers as it comes to him. "The Dollarhyde Street diamond job! The getaway drivers!"

"Holy crap," Mardon says, recognition lighting up his own eyes. "Leonard Snart?! I heard you went straight!"

Danvers puts her head in her hands.

Oh, right. That's what she'd been hinting at him about: Len's a wanted man in criminal circles.

Damnit, Danvers, thirty years a thief and four months a proper cop - he's going to mess up sometimes!

"Uh," Len says, wondering if this is about to escalate into a firefight.

"You were badass, man," Mardon says admiringly. "We got away clean with the cut from your job with no sweat, and it lasted us nearly a year of good living. One of the best jobs we ever did. You're good people, man; the criminal underworld lost a genius when you turned."

Aw, Len's touched.

Also rather relieved.

(Danvers' shoulders are now shaking with laughter, while Iris and Wally both gape.)

“Always a pleasure to meet a fan,” he says, ignoring his audience. Hopefully they’ll know well enough to stay out of this conversation and leave it entirely to him.

He knows how to talk to criminals.

"Is it true that you sent fifty pigs to jail in one month alone?" Mardon asks eagerly.

Len grins. Being admired for his cop work by criminals is somehow even sweeter than being admired for his top-notch criminal skills. "Almost. Some of 'em refused to plea bargain out and are going to trial - or are supposed to go to trial. They're begging for a plea bargain now."

"Fuckers deserve it," Mardon says fervently. "Every one of 'em. I hate cops."

"Corrupt cops," Len corrects.

"Aren't they all?" Mardon asks.

"Leave me some hope here, please," Len says dryly. "I don't wanna have to start the whole thing from scratch."

"Hey, they're not all bad," Iris protests. "My dad's a cop! So is my boyfriend!"

"Can we keep it down with all this cop talk?" Wally hisses. "My old man was a cop before he ditched my mom, but I don't go around boasting about it! Especially not here of all places!"

Mardon's frowning at Iris. "You’re from Central," he says slowly. "Your dad wouldn't happen to be Joe West, would he?"

"Uh," Iris says instead of confirming it, proving that she's not a total idiot. "Why do you ask?"

"Because Joe West murdered my brother," Mardon says, still frowning suspiciously at Iris. "My baby brother, Clyde - West shot him right in the fucking back. And one day, I'm going to get back at West by murdering someone he loves, too."

"Lucky for us that she’s a Lloyd, not a West, then, ain’t it?" Len interjects, lying his ass off with the name of the first black cop he can think of that isn’t West and extremely uncertain as to whether it's going to work. He wishes he were less surprised that even when he's not part of the investigation, Joe West still manages to fuck everything up. "You know I'm not going to let you do that, right?"

Mardon glances at him, scowling, and then just as Len's considering going for his gun, suddenly relaxes. "Should've figured," he says with a grin. "I know your code against killing civilians; if you had that as a thief, I can't see you changing it as a pig."

Len shrugs. "What can I say? I never much liked the idea of some civilian getting iced just 'cause they happened to have the wrong blood. If the whole world acted like that, I'd've never made it out of the crib before someone would've put me out of my misery to make a point to my old man."

Mardon grunts. "Yeah, I guess," he says reluctantly. "Sure wouldn't've have wanted someone going after Clyde because of some damn stupid thing I did, I guess."

"Exactly," Len says, then hesitates. "You want me to look into hammering West for that shooting?"

Sadly, he knows it's probably a lost cause if the officer-related shooting's already been resolved by the bureau. They don't reopen stuff like that without evidence of some sort of cover-up or something, and it sounds like Clyde Mardon being shot in the back was pretty public already.

Still…

"Might not go anywhere,” Len continues, ignoring how Iris is trying to death-glare a hole into his back. She’s got nothing on Danvers. “But at least it's better than you getting sent down for life 'cause you murdered an innocent, yeah? What do you say?"

"No," Mardon says. "Thanks, and I appreciate the offer, but no. I've got a back-up plan in place that ought to show West what for without getting in your crosshairs. Property, not people."

"It'd better stay property not people," Len warns him. "I'm gonna have to tip off the CCPD about this little convo; you'll get pre-med for sure if anyone goes down, and that means the death penalty gets put on the table."

"Yeah, whatever," Mardon says. "The pigs won't be able to stop me even if they tried."

"That's what they all say," Len says wearily. "Now listen, can you help us or not?"

Mardon blinks at him. "Help you? With what?"

"We're looking into some disappearances, most of which seem to happen right around the same time as a Flash sighting," Len says. "We think Rathaway might have some insight. Can you tell him to call when he gets back? And let us know if he doesn't get back?"

"Sure," Mardon says, accepting Len's card. "But only 'cause you go exclusively against cops in your new job. D'Angelo said you were still cool with the trade for the most part."

"D'Angelo also promised to keep his mouth shut," Len says with a sigh. He really hopes Iris doesn’t remember to pay attention to this part of the conversation, but she’s a would-be journalist; he’s sure she will. Well, he always did believe in the philosophy of not doing anything you wouldn’t want to go down for doing later on, and he’s perfectly willing to face the music on this one. After all, working with D'Angelo got him the best lead they’ve had yet on the Flash. "Amateurs. Anyway, I didn't say it before, but I'm real sorry to hear about Clyde; he had a beautiful way with just about anything on four wheels."

Mardon smiles. "That he did. That he did."

Len nods and gets painfully back up to his feet. "Don't suppose you've got anything to add about these disappearances yourself? Or the Flash?"

Mardon snorts. "No. Or, well, yeah: if you don't see anything really big go down by the waterfront in the next few days or so, assume that I've been disappeared, too."

"So noted," Len says, then turns his attention to his small crew, mute and watching. "C'mon, all, we're wasting daylight. We'll hear from Rathaway when or if he comes back."

They follow Len down those horrific stairs – he needs so much more PT than he thought he did before he tried those stairs, but his leg is considering secession in self-defense while his side and spine are basically giant screaming pits of agony – and back out into the street.

"So, that went - uh - interestingly," Danvers says, her voice somehow still cheerful even though she’s looking at Len a little worriedly. "At least we got a heads up about possible violence, right?"

"Honor among thieves," Len says, nodding. "Mardon's a bit old school at heart; he didn't have to give us that much."

"Probably not. And, uh, weird question," Danvers says. "Did anyone else notice how right in the middle of the conversation the weather right outside the window got all -"

"He's going to do something terrible!" Iris explodes. "We have to stop him!"

"We'll tell everyone," Len says soothingly. "Including Detective West; we’ll just get him to avoid the waterfront for a bit. It'll be fine."

"You sure?" Wally asks anxiously. "I mean, I've never met this West guy, and I'm sure he's a total dickbag, but that doesn't mean I want him to get hurt."

"He's not a -" Iris starts, then pauses. "Listen, he's not a total dickbag, okay? Not all the time."

Len would disagree, but whatever.

"And what do you know about him, anyway?" she continues accusingly. Clearly a believer in the ‘I can criticize him but you can’t’ school of thought, Iris West. "You're not even from Central; you’re from Keystone! He’s never even policed your area – you don’t know anything about him! You don’t have any reason to say anything about him!"

"Yeah, well," Wally says, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms. "According to my mom, he's my old man."

"He's what?!" Iris shrieks.

Oh, boy. Len'd thought they looked similar, but he hadn't really thought that whole 'illegitimate child' theory had water in it.

This is going to get unnecessarily emotional fast, he just knows it.

"What do you care?" Wally snaps. "Your old man's Lloyd or whatever; mine's the one at risk!"

"I'm not a Lloyd, I'm a West!" Iris exclaims. "Snart was just lying so I wouldn't get shot!"

"Uh, guys?" Danvers says. "Maybe we should be having this out in Murderers' Row?"

"But," Wally says, then falters. "If you're a West – and if he really is my old man –"

"- then I'm your sister," Iris finishes. "Holy crap. You're my brother!"

“Holy crap!”

Yeah, Len's done with this.

He gives his best ear-piercing whistle.

All three of them look accusingly at him, clutching their ears. Danvers in particular looks like a sad miserable puppy that’s been betrayed by a surprise visit to the vet or something.

Too bad, so sad.

"Everyone get back in the car," he orders. "You can talk about all this family stuff on the drive back to Central. And maybe let’s do this before we all get shot? The cardboard brigade only promised me an hour before they sold my presence here to the Families."

That, at least, gets everyone moving.

Len resigns himself to the worst car ride ever.

#coldflash #leonard snart #barry allen #iris west #mick rory #kara danvers #wally west #mark mardon #Hartley rathaway #my fic #an internal affair

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Silencio fatal (Columbia River 2) - Kendra Elliot (2022)

¿Cuánta gente debe morir para creer a un conspiranoico? Un hombre muere asesinado brutalmente en las afueras de Portland. La víctima, Reuben Braswell, es un conspiranoico radical. El detective Mason Callahan halla en su casa varios documentos inquietantes que atacan a las fuerzas de la ley e incluyen una inesperada mención de su prometida, la agente especial del FBI Ava McLane. El fallecido era…

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melsworldofmuses-moved · 4 years ago

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The Mason & Hale Family

Trigger Warning: Mentions death, war, illness, cancer, accidental drowning, strangulation, heart failure just in case

The Mason Family

Joseph “Joe” Mason: Father of Nicolas (twins’ grandfather). Born 1921 - died 1968. Died of complications from injuries sustained in WWII. Marie Mason: Mother of Nicolas (twins’ grandmother). Born 1927 - died 1970. Died of illness. Nicolas Mason: The Twins’ Father. Born. 1954. Formerly incarcerated, currently a fugitive on the run. Vincent “Vinny” Mason: Older brother of Nicolas (twins’ uncle). Born 1950 - died 1972. Killed in Vietnam.

The Hale Family

Byrne Hale: Father of Fiona (twins’ grandfather). Born 1920 - died 1978. Killed in prison. Althea Hale: Mother of Fiona (twins’ grandmother). Born 1925 - died 1978. Killed in a shootout.

Michael “Mickey” Hale: Older brother of Fiona (twins’ uncle). Born 1943 - died 1955. Died of accidental drowning.

Malachi Hale: Older brother of Fiona (twins’ uncle). Born 1945. Married to Margaret ; father of six children with his wife (sons Ronan, Adyn, Oisin, and Murphy / daughters Sorcha and Maura).

Thomas Hale: Older brother of Fiona (twins’ uncle / adoptive father). Born 1952 - died 2018. Married Christine Brown. Died of heart failure.

Rourke Hale: Older brother of Fiona (twins’ uncle). Born 1954. Estranged from the family. Married to Aileen ; father of 4 children with his wife (sons Rian, Callahan, and Rourke Jr. / daughter Fidelma). Also fathered seven children by three other women: Ined (sons Egan and Doyle / daughter Dolly), Carla (son Nevin / daughters Morna and Oona), and Imogen (daughter Pixie).

James “Jimmy” Hale: Older brother of Fiona (twins’ uncle). Born 1960 - died 2005. Married Sofia ; fathered ten children with his wife (sons Rafferty, James Jr, Byrne Jr, Colm, and Connelly / daughters Reilley, Clara, Siobhan, Teagan, and Quinnley). Three sets of twins - Clara and Rafferty, James Jr. and Byrne Jr., and Connelly and Quinnley. Died of cardiac arrest.

Fiona Mason nee Hale: The Twins’ mother. Born 1962 - died 1990. Strangled by her husband, Nicolas.

Finnigan “Finny” Hale: Younger twin brother of Fiona (twins’ uncle). Born 1962. Married Beatrice ; father of four children with his wife (son Remington / triplet daughters Amelie, Georgette, and Rosalee).

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Relatives the twins are very close to:

Malachi Hale is perhaps the favorite uncle (second to Thomas of course) of the twins - just don’t tell their other uncles. After becoming a successful business man and earning a good living for the family he started with his wife Maggie, three times Malachi arranged for the twins and their family (the last time excluding Nicolas) to go to Ireland and visit for a couple of weeks - the first time when the twins were three years old, the second eight years, and the third when they were fifteen. Though none of Fiona’s brothers could attend her funeral, Malachi sent several gifts and best wishes cards to the family on behalf of those grieving for her back home.

Ronan Hale is a cold case detective that currently resides in his hometown of Dublin; he often visits the twins and works with Kimberly and her department as a consultant.

Remington Hale is a medical examiner residing in Cardiff. Like his cousin Ronan, he has aided Kimberly with cases often, providing his medical expertise.

#RELATIVES: putting the F U N in dysfunctional (the mason family)#CHARACTER STUDY: the detective (kimberly’s headcanons)#CHARACTER STUDY: the bartender (kole’s headcanons)#tw: death #tw: cancer #tw: heart failure #tw: accidental drowning #tw: drowning #mentioned

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greatvanheflinkennethtobeypie · 4 years ago

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Kenneth Jesse Tobey (March 23, 1917 – December 22, 2002) was an American stage, film, and television actor, who performed in hundreds of productions during a career that spanned more than half a century, including his role as the star of the 1957-1960 Desilu Productions TV series Whirlybirds.

Kenneth Tobey

Actor Kenneth Tobey on Daniel Boone series 1967.jpg

Kenneth Tobey on the television

series Daniel Boone, 1967

Born

Kenneth Jesse Tobey

March 23, 1917

Oakland, California, U.S.

Died

December 22, 2002 (aged 85)

Rancho Mirage, California, U.S.

Occupation

Actor

Years active

1943–1997

Spouse(s)

June Hutton (1968-1973; her death)

Violet Mae Coglan (Penny Parker (1951-1962); (divorced) 1 child)

Children

Tina

Early years Edit

Tobey was born in 1917 in Oakland, California. Following his graduation from high school in 1935, Kenneth entered the University of California, Berkeley with intentions to pursue a career in law until he began to dabble in acting at the school's theater.[1] His stage experience there led to a drama scholarship, a year-and-a-half of study at New York's Neighborhood Playhouse, where his classmates included fellow actors Gregory Peck, Eli Wallach, and Tony Randall.[2][3]

During World War II, Tobey joined the United States Army Air Forces, serving in the Pacific as a rear gunner aboard a B-25 bomber.[3] Throughout the 1940s, with the exception of his time in military service, Tobey acted on Broadway and in summer stock. After appearing in a 1943 film short, The Man of the Ferry, he made his Hollywood film debut in the 1947 Hopalong Cassidy western Dangerous Venture. He then went on to appear in scores of features and on numerous television series. In the 1949 film Twelve O' Clock High, he is the negligent airbase sentry who is dressed down by General Frank Savage (played by Gregory Peck). That same year Tobey performed in a brief comedy bit in another film, I Was a Male War Bride. His performance in that minor part caught the attention of director Howard Hawks, who promised to use the thirty-two-year-old actor in something more substantial.

The Thing from Another World Edit

In 1951, Tobey was cast in Howard Hawks' production The Thing from Another World. In this classic sci-fi film he portrays Captain Patrick Hendry, a United States Air Force pilot, who at the North Pole leads a scientific outpost's dogged defense against an alien portrayed by James Arness, later the star of the television series Gunsmoke. Tobey's performance in Hawks' film garnered the actor other parts in science fiction movies in the 1950s, usually reprising his role as a military officer, such as in The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms (1953) and It Came from Beneath the Sea (1956).

Television Edit

Tobey appeared in the 1952 episode "Counterfeit Plates" on the CBS series Biff Baker, U.S.A., an espionage drama starring Alan Hale, Jr. He was cast too in the 1954-1955 CBS legal drama The Public Defender, starring Reed Hadley. He guest-starred in three episodes of NBC's western anthology series Frontier. His Frontier roles were as Wade Trippe in "In Nebraska" (1955) and then as Gabe Sharp in "Out from Texas" and "The Hostage" (1956). In 1955, he also portrayed legendary frontiersman Jim Bowie on ABC's Davy Crockett, a Walt Disney production, with Fess Parker in the title role. After Bowie's death in the series at the Battle of the Alamo, Tobey played a second character, Jocko, in the two final episodes of Davy Crockett.

Tobey then, in 1957, appeared in the syndicated religion anthology series Crossroads in the role of Mr. Alston in the episode "Call for Help" and as Jim Callahan in "Bandit Chief" in the syndicated western series The Sheriff of Cochise. Later that same year, Tobey starred in the television series The Whirlybirds, a successful CBS and then-syndicated adventure produced by Desilu Studios. In it he played the co-owner of a helicopter charter service, along with fellow actor Craig Hill. The Whirlybirds was a major hit in the United States and abroad, with 111 episodes filmed through 1960. It remained in syndication worldwide for many years.

In 1958, Tobey also appeared as John Wallach in the episode "$50 for a Dead Man" in Jeff Richards's NBC western series Jefferson Drum. In 1960, he guest-starred in the episode "West of Boston" of another NBC western series, Overland Trail, starring William Bendix and Doug McClure. Also in 1960, he appeared as Colonel Lake on Death Valley Days and on ABC's western The Rebel, starring Nick Adams. Tobey made three guest appearances on Perry Mason, twice in 1960 and once in 1962 as Jack Alvin, a deputy district attorney. On the long-running western series Gunsmoke, he portrayed a cruel, knife-wielding buffalo hunter in the 1960 episode titled "The Worm".[4] Tobey in 1962 also guest-starred on another Western series, Lawman, playing the character Duncan Clooney, an engineer who seeks to move a shipment of nitroglycerin through Laramie, Wyoming. When the town is evacuated to allow passage of the explosives, two of Clooney's employees decide they will take advantage of the situation to rob the bank.[5]

Tobey guest-starred as well in Jack Lord's 1962-1963 ABC adventure series about a rodeo circuit rider, Stoney Burke. In 1967 he performed on the series Lassie, in the episode "Lure of the Wild", playing a retired forest ranger who tames a local coyote. He also appeared as a slave owner named Taggart in "The Wolf Man", a 1967 episode of Daniel Boone, starring Fess Parker.[6] A few of the many other series in which Tobey later performed include Adam-12 (1969), Gibbsville (1976), MV Klickitat (1978), Emergency! (1975), and Night Court (1985). Tobey also appeared in Barnaby Jones; episode titled, "Fantasy of Fear" (02/25/1975).

He became a semi-regular on the NBC series I Spy as the field boss of agents Robinson and Scott. Christian Nyby, director of The Thing From Another World, often directed those episodes. Tobey also portrayed a ship's captain on the Rockford Files, in an episode titled "There's One in Every Port".

Other films Edit

In 1957, Tobey portrayed a sheriff in The Vampire (a film that some sources today often confuse with the 1935 production Mark of the Vampire). That year he also appeared in a more prestigious film, serving as a featured supporting character with John Wayne and Maureen O'Hara, the co-stars of John Ford's The Wings of Eagles.[7] In that film, Tobey—with his naturally red hair on display in vibrant Metrocolor—portrays a highly competitive United States Army Air Service officer. In one memorable scene he has the distinction of shoving a piece of gooey cake into the face of John Wayne, whose character is a rival United States Navy aviation officer. Not surprisingly, a room-wrecking brawl ensues.

Tobey's work over the next several decades was increasingly involved in television productions. He did, though, continue to perform in a range of feature films, such as Stark Fear, Marlowe, Billy Jack, Walking Tall, The Howling, the war movie MacArthur (in which he portrays Admiral "Bill"[8] Halsey), Airplane!, Gremlins, Big Top Pee-wee, and Gremlins 2: The New Batch.[9]

Broadway Edit

Although Tobey had a busy acting career in films and on television, he also periodically returned to the stage. In 1964 he began a long run on Broadway opposite Sammy Davis, Jr., in the musical version of Clifford Odets' play Golden Boy. Some of his other Broadway credits are As You Like It, Sunny River, Janie, Sons and Soldiers, A New Life, Suds in Your Eye, The Cherry Orchard, and Truckline Cafe.[10]

Later years Edit

As his long career drew to a close, Tobey still received acting jobs from people who had grown up watching his performances in sci-fi films of the 1950s, particularly Joe Dante, who included the veteran actor in his stock company of reliable players. Two appearances on the sitcom Night Court came the same way, through fans of his work. Along with other character actors who had been in 1950s sci-fi and horror films (John Agar, Robert O. Cornthwaite, Gloria Talbott, etc.), Tobey starred in a spoof originally titled Attack Of The B Movie Monster. In 2005, Anthem Pictures released the completed feature version of this spoof on DVD under the new title The Naked Monster. Tobey's scenes in that release were actually shot in 1985, so The Naked Monster is technically his final film credit, being released three years after his death. He had, however, continued to act throughout most of the 1990s. One of those notable roles is his performance in the 1994 Star Trek: Deep Space Nine episode "Shadowplay" as Rurigan, an alien who recreates his dead friends as holograms. Among other examples of Tobey's final decade of work are his two appearances as Judge Kent Watson on the series L.A. Law.

In 2002, Tobey died of natural causes at age 85 in Rancho Mirage, California.

Partial filmography Edit

The Man of the Ferry (1943, Short)

Dangerous Venture (1947) - Red

This Time for Keeps (1948) - Redheaded Soldier at Pool (uncredited)

Beyond Glory (1948) - Bit Role (uncredited)

He Walked by Night (1948) - Detective Questioning Pete (uncredited)

The Stratton Story (1949) - Detroit Player (uncredited)

Illegal Entry (1949) - Dave (uncredited)

The Great Sinner (1949) - Cabbie (uncredited)

I Was a Male War Bride (1949) - Red - Seaman (uncredited)

The Stratton Story (1949)

Task Force (1949) - Capt. Ken Williamson (uncredited)

The Doctor and the Girl (1949) - Surgeon at Bellevue (uncredited)

Free for All (1949) - Pilot

Twelve O'Clock High (1949) - Sgt. Keller - Guard at Gate (uncredited)

The File on Thelma Jordon (1950) - Police Photographer (uncredited)

When Willie Comes Marching Home (1950) - Lt. K. Geiger (uncredited)

One Way Street (1950) - Cop at Second Accident (uncredited)

Love That Brute (1950) - Henchman #1 in Cigar Store (uncredited)

The Gunfighter (1950) - Swede (uncredited)

My Friend Irma Goes West (1950) - Pilot

Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye (1950) - Det. Fowler

Right Cross (1950) - Ken, the Third Reporter

Three Secrets (1950) - Officer (uncredited)

The Flying Missile (1950) - Crewman Pete McEvoy

The Company She Keeps (1951) - Rex Fisher (uncredited)

Up Front (1951) - Cooper (uncredited)

Rawhide (1951) - Lt. Wingate (uncredited)

The Thing from Another World (1951) - Captain Patrick Hendry

Angel Face (1952) - Bill Crompton

The Beast from 20,000 Fathoms (1953) - Col. Jack Evans

Fighter Attack (1953) - George

The Bigamist (1953) - Tom Morgan, Defense Attorney

Ring of Fear (1954) - Shreveport

Down Three Dark Streets (1954) - FBI Agent Zack Stewart

The Steel Cage (1954) - Steinberg, Convict Painter (segment "The Face")

Davy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier (1955) - Colonel Jim Bowie

Rage at Dawn (1955) - Monk Claxton

It Came from Beneath the Sea (1955) - Cmdr. Pete Mathews

Davy Crockett and the River Pirates (1956) - Jocko

The Steel Jungle (1956) - Dr. Lewy

The Man in the Grey Flannel Suit (1956) - Lt. Hank Mahoney (uncredited)

The Great Locomotive Chase (1956) - Anthony Murphy

The Search For Bridey Murphy (1956) - Rex Simmons

The Wings of Eagles (1957) - Capt. Herbert Allen Hazard

Gunfight at the O.K. Corral (1957) - Bat Masterson

The Vampire (1957) - Sheriff Buck Donnelly

Jet Pilot (1957) - Sergeant (uncredited)

Cry Terror! (1958) - Agent Frank Cole

Seven Ways from Sundown (1960) - Texas Ranger Lieutenant Herly

Perry Mason (1960) - Deputy D.A. Jack Alvin - S4 E3, the I'll Fated Faker

X-15 (1961) - Col. Craig Brewster

Sea Hunt (1961), Season 4, Episode 33

Stark Fear (1962) - Cliff Kane

40 Guns to Apache Pass (1966) - Corporal Bodine

A Man Called Adam (1966) - Club Owner

A Time for Killing (1967) - Sgt. Cleehan

Marlowe (1969) - Sgt. Fred Beifus

Billy Jack (1971) - Deputy Mike

Terror in the Sky (1971) - Capt. Wilson

Ben (1972) - Engineer

The Candidate (1972) - Floyd J. Starkey

Rage (1972) - Col. Alan A. Nickerson

Walking Tall (1973) - Augie McCullah

Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry (1974) - Sheriff Carl Donahue

Homebodies (1974) - Construction Boss

The Missiles of October (1974) - Adm. George W. Anderson Jr., Chief of Naval Operations

The Wild McCullochs (1975) - Larry Carpenter

W.C. Fields and Me (1976) - Parker

Baby Blue Marine (1976) - Buick Driver

Gus (1976) - Asst. Warden

MacArthur (1977) - Admiral Halsey

Goodbye, Franklin High (1978) - Police Captain

Hero at Large (1980) - Firechief

Airplane! (1980) - Air Controller Neubauer

The Howling (1981) - Older Cop

Strange Invaders (1983) - Arthur Newman

Gremlins (1984) - Mobil Gas Station Attendant (uncredited)

The Lost Empire (1984) - Capt. Hendry

Innerspace (1987) - Man in Restroom

Big Top Pee-wee (1988) - Sheriff

Freeway (1988) - Monsignor Kavanaugh

Ghost Writer (1989) - Cop #2

Gremlins 2: The New Batch (1990) - Projectionist

Desire and Hell at Sunset Motel (1991) - Capt. Holiday

Honey, I Blew Up the Kid (1992) - Smitty

Single White Female (1992) - Desk Clerk

Body Shot (1994) - Arthur Lassen

Hellraiser: Bloodline (1996) - Hologram-Priest (uncredited)

The Naked Monster (2005) - Col. Patrick Hendry (final film role)

References Edit

"Kenneth Tobey Probably Has Reddest Hair in the World". The Paris News. Texas, Paris. July 31, 1951. p. 6. Retrieved June 28, 2016 – via Newspapers.com. open access

"Berkeley Product Gets Dramatic Lead". Oakland Tribune. California, Oakland. August 18, 1940. p. 25. Retrieved June 28, 2016 – via Newspapers.com. open access

"Kenneth Tobey Probably Has Reddest Hair in the World". Retrieved May 24, 2017.

"Popular Videos-Gunsmoke", episode S06E08 ["The Worm"], originally broadcast October 29, 1960. Full episode available for viewing on YouTube, a subsidiary of Amazon, Seattle, Washington. Retrieved January 31, 2019.

""Trojan Horse", Lawman, December 31, 1961". Internet Movie Data Base. Retrieved June 10, 2013.

"The Wolf Man", Daniel Boone episode S03E18, originally broadcast January 26, 1967. Full episode available for viewing on YouTube. Retrieved May 23, 2017.

Wings of Eagles Archived 2017-07-11 at the Wayback Machine, American Film Institute (AFI) catalog; production details, cast and crew, and plot summary. Retrieved May 26, 2017.

[History of United States Naval Operations in World War II, Vol. V, Pg. 183f]

"Kenneth Tobey", AFI catalog, filmography. Retrieved May 26, 2017.

"(Kenneth Tobey search)". Playbill Vault. Retrieved 28 June 2016.

12. Demetria Fulton previewed Tobey's appearance in Barnaby Jones; episode titled, "Fantasy of Fear"(02/25/1975).

External links Edit

Kenneth Tobey on IMDb

Kenneth Tobey at the Internet Broadway Database

Kenneth Tobey at Memory Alpha (a Star Trek wiki)

Kenneth Tobey at Film Buff Online.com

#wikipedia #kenneth tobey

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“Vanished” (Callahan & McLane #1) by Kendra Elliott

When eleven-year-old Henley Fairbanks is abducted on her way to school, the FBI doesn’t waste a moment, sending agents to scour the area and embedding Special Agent Ava McLane with the distraught family. In the eye of the storm is local detective Mason Callahan, who also happens to be related to Henley. To make matters worse for Mason, the kidnapping comes on the heels of the murder of his longtime confidential informant, and he’s been sidelined from the investigation. Now both he and Agent McLane are holed up in the Fairbanks’ home, along with Callahan’s ex-wife, Robin. Every second counts in a kidnapping case, and the stakes keep rising the longer Henley stays missing. As Ava and Mason struggle to hold the Fairbanks family together in their darkest hour, the two investigators find themselves more and more drawn to each other.

(thanks to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20438825-vanished?ac=1&from_search=true&qid=LbrTYluThk&rank=1)

#kendra elliot #Romantic Suspense

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uros · 5 years ago

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Sabes como Los peores asesinos en serie llevados al cine

Jack el Destripador, el Estrangulador de Boston, el Sanguijuela de Düsseldorf… Apodos terroríficos que describen a la perfección a individuos muy diferentes, pero que tienen al menos dos similitudes: todos fueron asesinos en serie reales y su vida ha sido llevada al cine. Si estás comiendo o tienes el corazón sensible, no sigas leyendo. Lo que vas a ver a continuación es un compendio de la maldad humana elevado a su máxima potencia. Vamos, que esto no es ‘Bambi’. O quizá sí, dados los trágicos circunstancias infantiles del cervatillo. La pérdida de la hermana a temprana momento puede ser uno de los factores para convertirte en uno de los serial killer que protagonizan las siguientes películas.

Un inciso: desfavorable en serie no es lo mismo que desfavorable en masa. Para ser catalogado como tal, el primero mata al menos a tres personas en un mes o más, dejando un período de refrigeramiento entre cada crimen. Sigue matando, porque le produce satisfacción psicológica. El segundo asimismo siega muchas vidas, pero lo hace en muy poco tiempo. En este artículo vas a ver muchas películas sobre criminales del primer clan.

El Carnicero de Rostov

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El inculto de ‘El criatura 44’ está basado en Andrei Chikatilo, mote el Carnicero de Rostov. Sin retención, el largometraje está ambientado en los abriles 50, décadas antaño de que el personaje efectivo se diera a conocer. Con impotencia sexual, acuchillaba repetidas veces a sus víctimas hasta venir al clímax. Luego las desmembraba y, a veces, practicaba el canibalismo. Eso sí, sin la sofisticación culinaria de Hannibal Lecter.

Nadie podía creer que el responsable de esos crímenes era un padre, un marido y un comunista ejemplar. Pero eso sólo era la frente de un hombre perturbado desde su infancia, cuando fue continuamente ridiculizado por orinarse en la cama, por su impotencia y por ver mal.

No es la primera vez que hacían una película sobre él. En 1995, se grabó para televisión ‘Ciudadano X’, con Stephen Rea, Donald Sutherland y Max von Sydow en su equipo de actores.

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Jack el Destripador

Si hay un desfavorable en serie que ha tenido protagonismo en el cine ése ha sido Jack el Destripador, asimismo conocido como el Maligno de Whitechapel o Mandil de cuero. A su distinción tiene el aura de intriga que lo rodea porque nunca fue detenido. Así, cada cierto tiempo se rueda una película para dar una hipótesis sobre el desfavorable de cinco prostitutas en uno de los distritos más deprimidos y deprimentes de Londres en 1888.

Una de las versiones más conocidas es ‘Desde el báratro’, acoplamiento desenvuelto de la aclamada novelística gráfica homónima escrita por Alan Moore. En ella, Johnny Depp es un inspector de Scotland Yard apegado al opio, que intenta atrapar al escurridizo desfavorable que estrangulaba, degollaba y mutilaba a todas sus víctimas. De tres de ellas asimismo extrajo diversos órganos, lo que evidenciaba que tenía conocimientos de individuo. Debía de ser médico o carnicero.

Mira que le advertí que no mirase. Este novato va a echar la papilla en tres, dos…

Ian Holm, conocido por interpretar al afable Bilbo Bolsón, ya decano, en las trilogías de ‘El Señor de los Anillos’ y ‘El Hobbit’, exhibió un registro totalmente diferente como el inquietante Jack el Destripador en ese film. Otras estrellas de Hollywood como Peter O’Toole y Klaus Kinski asimismo han legado vida al utópico desfavorable de meretrices en el East End.

Curiosamente, el cine ha permitido que Sherlock Holmes, personaje afectado coetáneo del criminal, haya podido enfrentarse a éste. Nunca lo hizo en las novelas, pero sí en varias películas como ‘Estudio de terror’ o ‘Homicidio por decreto’. En esta última, Christopher Plummer, el conocido capitán Von Trap de ‘Sonrisas y lágrimas’, hace del detective y James Mason, del doctor Watson.

El posterior enfrentamiento entre Sherlock y Jack llegó con ‘Holmes & Watson. Madrid days’, dirigida por José Luis Garci. Cuenta con un cameo de Alberto Ruiz Gallardón, ex corregidor de Madrid y ex ministro de Jurisprudencia, interpretando a un antepasado suyo, Isaac Albéniz. El político luce para la ocasión una barba poblada, que oculta su rostro, pero no le hace irreconocible. Un toque chocante para un film extraño.

El Sanguijuela de Düsseldorf

Con este nombre, parece difícil que Peter Kürten, el próximo desfavorable en serie, existiese en la vida efectivo. Pero lo hizo. Compartía con el Conde Drácula que bebía la parentesco de sus víctimas. Incluso, sin duda, un desventurado corazón que le llevó a sofocar, con nueve abriles, a dos amigos suyos en el Rin. Fue el aparición de la carrera delictiva de un tipo, fruto de una tribu donde los maltratos y las violaciones eran habituales.

Dime, espejito, ¿seré yo el desfavorable en serie? ¿Seré yo el Sanguijuela de Düsseldorf?

Durante cinco abriles, entre 1925 y 1930, este ario tuvo en jugada a la ciudad de Düsseldorf con una serie de crímenes brutales, en los que las víctimas eran niñas o mujeres. La pesadilla terminó en 1931, cuando fue guillotinado perceptible de al menos nueve asesinatos. Ese mismo año, el director Fritz Lang estrenó ‘M, el negrero de Düsseldorf’, que comercio sobre la caza de este desfavorable y es uno de sus mejores trabajos.

El Maligno del Zodiaco

Al igual que Jack el Destripador, este desfavorable en serie nunca fue atrapado, lo que ha alimentado su cartel en Estados Unidos, donde realizó sus crímenes entre 1968 y 1969.

El apodo se lo puso a sí mismo tras escribir unas cartas a varios periódicos de San Francisco, la zona en la que dejó el reguero de cadáveres. Escogía a sus víctimas al azar y acababa con su vida perfectamente con un pertrechos de fuego o perfectamente con un cuchillo.

La película ‘Zodiac’, de David Fincher, muestra los esfuerzos de Jake Gyllenhaal, Mark Ruffalo y Robert Downey Jr por atrapar al desfavorable. El primero interpreta el papel de caricaturista de un diario, el segundo da vida a un inspector de policía y el tercero a un periodista. Para descifrar los mensajes de Zodiac, a los dos últimos les hubiera venido perfectamente la ayuda de JARVIS, el sistema eficaz de Tony Stark que les ayuda en varias películas sobre ‘Los Vengadores‘ de Marvel.

El inculto de ‘Harry el Desaseado’ asimismo está inspirado en el Maligno del Zodiaco, aunque en la película protagonizada por Clint Eastwood pasó a llamarse Scorpio, uno de los signos zodiacales. Entre los notables cambios respecto a la historia innovador está el desenlace del caso. El desfavorable recibió una dosis perjudicial de plomo del potente Magnum 44 del inspector Callahan, a quien no se le escapaba ningún sospechoso.

El inspector Callahan quiere formular seis comprimidos de plomo tamaño XL a Scorpio.

Los estranguladores de Boston y Rillington Place

Albert DeSalvo es el nombre del supuesto desfavorable de 13 mujeres en Boston. Aunque confesó los crímenes, la policía cree que éstos fueron obra de más de una persona y que DeSalvo se adjudicó la autoría de todos porque buscaba la auge. De hecho, el ADN le exculpa en más de una crimen. En ‘El Estrangulador de Boston’, Tony Curtis realizó una brillante representación como DeSalvo, el inquietante hombre común con doble vida.

Otra hado del celuloide, Richard Attenborough, hizo de otro conocido desfavorable en serie: John Reginald Christie. El actor inglés captó a la perfección el carácter manipulador de su compatriota, que mató a siete mujeres y una pupila en el número 10 de Rillington Place y ocultó los cadáveres por la casa. Primaveras más tarde se mudó y el nuevo inquilino encontró los cadáveres al arreglar la cocina. Al final, Christie fue ahorcado.

Aileen Wuornos

No sólo los hombres pueden ser asesinos en serie. No hay más que ver a Aileen Wuornos, una meretriz estadounidense que mató a siete varones durante un año. Esta mujer vivió un báratro durante su infancia a manos de su padre pederasta y su antecesor alcohólico. Los dos abusaron de ella. Cuando uno de sus clientesle hizo lo mismo, Wuornos lo mató y comenzó su macabra serie de asesinatos.

No conozco ningún país llamado “qué”. ¿Hablan mi idioma en “qué”? Di “qué” una vez más. Te contienda.

La bella actriz sudafricana Charlize Theron ganó un Oscar con ‘Monster’ al interpretar el papel de Wuornos. La bordado de maquillaje para afearla fue tan encomiable como su representación. Christina Ricci hizo de su compañera, la persona que delató a la asesina y la envió al corredor de la crimen.

Más películas de asesinos en serie

Jeremy Renner, actor de moda en la ahora, hizo del Carnicero de Milwaukee en ‘Dahmer’. Un desfavorable en serie que mataba homosexuales y luego se comía partes de su cuerpo y guardaba otras como los cráneos. Su hazañas da miedo.

En ‘Karla’, Misha Collins y Laura Prepon forman una pareja ideal a luceros de sus vecinos, aunque en sinceridad Paul Bernardo y Karla Homolka eran dos asesinos sádicos. Juntos torturaron y mataron a tres adolescentes, incluida la hermana pequeña de Karla. Y lo grabaron. Primaveras más tarde, la mujer se vengó de los malos tratos sufridos en su desposorio testificando contra su cónyuge. Gracias a eso, obtuvo una reducción de la condena.

‘Romasanta’ es una cuota española al cine sobre asesinos en serie. Proxenetismo muy autónomamente la historia de Manuel Blanco Romasanta, un mercader ambulante que asesinó a nueve personas por lo menos en los bosques gallegos en el siglo XIX. Luego se comía los cadáveres porque aseguraba que se convertía en hombre lobo y la bestia lo dominaba.

Huy, Romasanta, qué dientes tan largos tienes…

Henry Désiré Landru fue un desfavorable sin escrúpulos que en la Francia de la Primera Enfrentamiento Mundial se dedicó a casarse con viudas ricas, a las que luego mataba para quedarse con su fortuna. Al Barba Celeste de Gambais le guillotinaron por 11 crímenes, pero pudo asesinar a más de un centenar de mujeres. La película ‘Landrú’ comercio sobre este perverso personaje, que vivió con todo tipo de lujos gracias a sus crímenes.

En ‘El corredor de la crimen’, del director Oliver Stone, James Woods dio vida al violento Carl Panzram, violador y desfavorable de hombres y mujeres. Carterista desde muy pequeño, sufrió abusos en distintos correccionales, lo que influyó luego en su odio alrededor de la raza humana en caudillo. Reconoció acontecer matado a 21 hombres, pero la signo podría ser superior.

El plan de Leonardo DiCaprio que se esfumó

En su afán por conseguir el Oscar al Mejor Actor principal, Leonardo DiCaprio echó el mitón a un plan para arrostrar al cine la macabra obra del sanguinario Henry Howard Holmes, aunque luego no se rodó la película. Holmes construyó un hotel para la Exposición Universal de Chicago de 1893 donde pudo perpetrar según los criminólogos unos doscientos asesinatos.

El hotel del terror tenía pasadizos secretos para ingresar a las habitaciones, sistemas para halagar gas perjudicial o somníferos a los ocupantes de esas habitaciones y toboganes ocultos para arrostrar los cadáveres al sótano. En el subsuelo del hotel tenía una cámara de tortura y un horno crematorio, por otra parte de cubetas con ácido sulfúrico o cal para eliminar las pruebas. La horca fue el premio a su trabajoso trabajo como desfavorable en serie.

Los macabros extras del hotel construido por Holmes no aparecían en el folleto informativo.

Ed Gein, el terror personificado, pero no un desfavorable en serie

Con sólo dos crímenes en su acontecer, Ed Gein no puede ser considerado propiamente un serial killer. Sin retención, su espeluznante obra ha sido fuente de inspiración para algunos de los asesinos en serie más conocidos del cine: Norman Bates (‘Psicosis’), Bufalo Bill (‘El silencio de los corderos’) y ‘Leatherface’ (‘La matanza de Texas’). ¿Cómo es posible si los tres parecen criminales muy diferentes?

La respuesta está en lo que se halló en su casa: un auténtico museo del horror. Si fuera tú, no seguiría leyendo las atrocidades que fabricó Gein con los cuerpos de sus dos víctimas y los de muchos cadáveres que desenterró. Yo prefería olvidarlo ahora que lo sé. Pero si quieres seguir con la recital del posterior párrafo, delante.

Gein, cuyo trauma mental fue producido en parte por la influencia obsesiva de su hermana, tenía muebles tapizados con piel humana y asimismo pantallas de lámparas con la misma materia prima, un cinturón de pezones, una caja de zapatos hecha con vaginas, platos elaborados con cráneos, un collar de labios, máscaras de piel humana… Inmundo, pero te lo avisé, y el que avisa no es traidor.

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pain is a well-intentioned weatherman

pairing: adam x f!detective (callahan esposito) rating: g, little angsty though words: ~1.9k notes: i have....never written adam before and i think it shows but whatever. this is finished and i’ll take it because i haven’t been able to finish anything in months yikes. ao3 link

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She gives up trying to sleep after three hours of staring at the wall, eyes blank and thumb methodically rubbing over the scar on her wrist. The bounty is hanging over her head and it’s all too much. Pressure beats down on her shoulders and there is only so far she can bend before breaking.

Callahan crawls out of bed. Throws on whatever clothes her fingers find in the dark and slips from her room at the warehouse. She blinks as her eyes adjust to the lack of light in the hallway, fingers trailing along the wall as she makes for the kitchen. It’s two in the morning, late or early for her, not so much for the pack of vampires she shares her life with now. Light seeps under the doors of a few rooms as she passes. She hopes desperately that the kitchen will be empty when she reaches it.

No such luck, as the light bleeds out into the hallway when she steps through the door. Adam looks up from where he’s leaning against the counter, a mug of something cradled gently between his hands. She can’t quite make out the smell of it over whatever body wash he’s used, the peppermint sting of it overwhelming the space. He’s clearly been training and cleaned up.

“Detective?” He asks, eyebrows knitting together. “Is everything okay?”

There’s a sharp pinch of disappointment when he doesn’t say her name. She bats it away and shrugs. “Couldn’t sleep,” she murmurs.

Stepping further into the room, she grabs her own mug and starts fiddling with the coffee machine.

Adam snorts. She looks over her shoulder to find him watching her, one brow quirked and a small half-smile not quite concealed behind his cup.

“What?”

“Coffee is hardly going to help you get any sleep.” There’s a thread of something in his voice. Cal thinks it might be concern.

The machine clicks on with a soft whir and she hops up on the counter to wait. “I’m not going to get back to sleep so I may as well start my day now.”

“That’s…” Adam trails off. A crease forms right over his nose as he frowns. Callahan places her hands in her lap, tangling her fingers together and squeezing until her knuckles bleed white. “Unwise.”

“It is what it is,” she says, eyes darting from his pinched-up face to the floor. “Nightmares and anxiety don’t exactly make for a relaxing time.” He jerks his head up to look at her, eyes narrowing. She ignores him. Plucks at a thread on the shirt she’s wearing and ah, it’s an old one of Tina’s she never gave back. “Why are you awake?” Adam stares at her. She sighs. “Aside from the obvious not needing much sleep.”

“I...I was training,” he says hesitantly, words escaping from his mouth as though he wishes he could bury them back down.

There’s a loud beep as the coffee finishes and Callahan reaches for the pot, almost missing the wave of relief that washes over Adam. She lifts her mug to her face. Takes a deep breath and knocks back a few mouthfuls before slipping from the counter to rummage through the fridge.

“Did you not just burn your mouth?”

She twists around to look at him and he looks horrified. Eyes wide, mouth slightly ajar. A snort leaves her before she can stop it. With a shake of her head, she says, “Nothing I can’t handle.” Just to prove a point, she takes another large drink. Adam blinks. Mumbles something under his breath in French and drops it. With a triumphant sound, she holds up a container of blackberries and grins. “I’ll get out of your hair now.”

“Cal—Detective, you do not need to leave.” The words rush from him. A dam bursting, water running and flooding the plains beneath. “I’m almost done, I should—”

Callahan bumps the door shut with her hip. “We can both share the kitchen Adam,” she says, cautious and delicate.

“I do not wish to overstep.”

“You could never.”

And, okay, maybe that’s a little more honest than she should be considering whatever they are to each other. He winces, physically winces, shoulders jerking and fingers tightening around his mug. She hops back up on the counter, space between them. Enough, she hopes, for him to not feel cornered and run.

Silence settles then and it’s...pleasant. Not comfortable, not entirely with the weird undercurrent of tension that seems to trail the both of them like a shadow wherever they go.

She drinks her coffee.

He sips his tea.

Neither of them speak until:

“How have you been fairing?” Adam’s top lip catches on the rim of his mug for a moment before he pulls back. Swipes his thumb across his mouth. Callahan forces herself not to follow the movement by staring down at her coffee. “With the kidnapping and the bounty...it cannot be easy.”

She laughs, mirthless and exhausted. “It’s...it’s a lot honestly.” Callahan sets her cup down and presses her palms to her eyes. “I’m still trying to process Murphy, you know?” A shake of her head. Hands falling to her lap once more as her thumb brushes over the scar on her wrist. Adam’s eyes drop to the movement, following the line of her arm back up to her face. “The bounty, fuck, I try not to think about it.”

“Do...do you wish to talk about what happened with Murphy?”

Bless his heart, he’s trying, she thinks. He’s settled against the counter, fingers running around the rim of his empty cup. Their friendship will always be more important to her than anything else but sometimes she wishes...and she wants in a way that threatens to consume them both in a blaze. And she can’t lie, it stings when he drapes his arm on the bench behind her only to turn around and put so much distance between the two of them that she hardly sees him for days on end except for team meetings.

“There really isn’t much to talk about,” she says. Callahan shakes her head and sighs. She fiddles with the container of blackberries for a moment before mumbling, “You were there after all.”

A full-body flinch and it would be comical, watching this tank of a man attempt to fold in on himself, except he clearly blames himself for whatever catastrophic part he believes he played in her maiming.

The container rocks on the counter as she blinks. “Shit, I didn’t mean to—”

He lifts a hand to stop her. “No, I...I was there, you are right.” He exhales through his nose. “I should have been quicker.”

“Adam don’t—”

“Cal,” he whispers, eyes lifting from his hands to her face. He is pleading with her and she is weak to him. “I should have protected you better.” Adam scoffs and he sounds so much like Mason, she has to blink a few times to make sure Adam is still the one beside her. “It will not happen again.” He looks straight ahead at the empty doorway. “I will not let you go so easily in the future.”

Her head is spinning. Fingers trembling where they’re now tangled together. His voice is barely a whisper in the dark but the conviction…

She shivers. Twists her head to look at him and there’s a bright burst of anger beneath her ribs. It flares, burning wild, and engulfs her lungs. “What are you doing?” The words rasp over her tongue, sharper than intended and he snaps his gaze to her. “Adam, what...I…” Frustration drips from her fingertips only to be replaced by exhaustion. “I can’t keep doing this.” She laughs. Tips her head back until it hits the cabinet with a dull thump.

“Can’t keep doing what?” He’s gone tense, shoulders tight beneath the shirt he’s wearing.

Callahan levels him with a blank stare. “Adam.” He says nothing. She groans. “I value our friendship above everything else, but I...sometimes I think…” Well, there’s nothing for it, is there? She focuses her attention back on the blackberries and says, “I care about you, Adam, a whole fucking lot, and sometimes I think you care about me too but then you go and make yourself so scarce we don’t see each other for days at a time.”

Adam swallows hard. “What would you have of me?”

“Your honesty.”

He scrubs his hands over his face. Brushes them over his hair and clasps them on the back of his neck. “It is late and—”

“Right.”

“Callahan.” She pauses at the use of her name, searching his face for...for something. What, she doesn’t know, but something, anything would be a start. “This is...a conversation better had when we are both well-rested.” The way he speaks, low and calming, his usual clipped accent softening, it soothes her nerves and she feels tension melt from her shoulders.

“You’re right,” she whispers, eyes darting back to the berries sitting on the counter. “I just...you know I’m not asking for you to, like, I don’t know, do something outrageous, right?”

“Calla—”

“I just want you to be honest, Adam.” Callahan lifts her gaze and meets his stare head-on. His knuckles are white where they curl around his mug and she can see the start of a hairline fracture in the ceramic. “With me, but with yourself most of all.” One fluid motion has her off the counter, blackberries in-hand, and she moves to set them back in the fridge, her appetite gone now. “Just...be honest.”

“That is easier said than done,” Adam rasps out. She watches the crack in the mug grow. “There...are things you do not know or understand…”

Arms crossed over her chest, she leans against the refrigerator. “And I’m willing to wait, Adam.” He flinches for the third time tonight, shoulders curling forward. She smothers the urge to reach out, to comfort him. Piles dirt on the fire and lets it flicker out. “I just...I can’t handle the way you run from me. Work out whatever you need to, but please don’t hide from me.” Callahan wipes at her face. “I like your company, Adam.”

He closes his eyes, head bowing. Lines travel up toward the rim of his mug, racing toward the top. “I apologize,” he says, voice low. “I...I will try.”

The mug cracks with an audible snap. Adam jerks, hands catching sharp pieces of ceramic between his palms. Callahan jumps, eyes going wide. She moves closer, hand outstretched, but he waves dismissively.

“Careless,” he says with a shake of his head. She’s not entirely sure he’s talking about the mug. Shards clink together in his palms, the gentle sound filling the otherwise silent space.

“Did you cut yourself?”

“Mhm.” Adam shifts all the pieces into one hand. Raises the other so she can see the cut across his fingers. “It will heal shortly.”

She blinks. “Ah. Right. Forgot.” He quirks a brow, and she watches him push down the smile that pulls at the corner of his lips. “I’ll just get out of your hair and let you clean this up.”

He laughs, soft and quiet. “At least it was empty.”

“It’s the little things,” she says with a lopsided smile.

Adam looks up at her. Grins, wide enough to reveal his dimples before he turns to set the broken pieces in the sink. It’s so easy to slip away from the tension. To fall back into the easy camaraderie they have together. Callahan lets it happen. Doesn’t fight it, doesn’t try to press for more. He’s right anyway, this is better talked about when she’s actually had some sleep.

She sighs and leaves the kitchen, lifting her hand in goodbye when he notices her retreating and turns around.

Whatever they have, it’s enough for now.

#the wayhaven chronicles #writing tag #long post #c: callahan esposito #adam x cal #i have zero idea what this is but it's finished so that's something #hopefully this......breaks me out of whatever weird funk i've been in :\#also guess the two lines in here that are the reason callahan even exists lmao #it ends a little abruptly but it's fine this is fine #caiti.txt

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