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socialoutsider1a · 14 days ago
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Really wish CBS hadn't cancelled FBI: Most Wanted and FBI: International.
I also had expected another TV channel would have stepped up and offered to air new episodes of them as I feel the two shows deserve a lot more seasons than what they got courtesy of CBS.
But no.
Which really stinks.
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ninaslvr · 10 months ago
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laurelismyblackcanary · 2 years ago
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Okay so.
I just welcomed a new hyper fixation in my fandom family. It’s the FBIs franchise from cbs.
Obviously since I’m always the weird person in the fandom my favorite one of the three is FBI International. I love FBI Most Wanted. But I find FBI a bit boring lately.
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bastet55 · 2 years ago
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sosorrydad · 1 month ago
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Even a CBS crime procedural that's part of a highly rated franchise lineup that takes up three whole hours of a single night, isn't immune to Dylan McDermott's abrupt cancellation curse
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relaxedstyles · 4 months ago
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luckyscauldron · 6 months ago
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autumn at the fbi
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bullet-prooflove · 11 months ago
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The OG Masterlist
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sabrinajenre96 · 2 months ago
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Wes Mitchell x reader
Since there's nothing about Wes Mitchell I decide to write something. I have a lot of ideas I got a little help writing but it's the first time I am doing this. I hope people will like this. Comment share or whatever.
Do not copy my work, I like to share my ideas and now I have the opportunity to do something about it. This is a hobby for me.
Warning ⚠️: none.
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The hum of the Fly Team HQ was a familiar comfort to [Reader's Name], a seasoned FBI agent. But today, a nervous energy crackled in the air. Scott’s absence still left a raw edge, a void filled by the arrival of their new boss, Special Agent Wes Mitchell. [Reader's Name] hadn’t seen Wes in years, not since their teenage whirlwind romance and subsequent heart-wrenching breakup. A secret she’d guarded fiercely, the existence of their twins, Harper and Greyson, was about to collide with her present.
When Wes walked into the briefing room, [Reader's Name] froze. He was older, more mature, but those familiar blue/green eyes, the ones her children inherited, sent a jolt through her. Vo, ever observant, noticed her reaction, but like the rest of the team, chalked it up to adjusting to a new leader.
Their first case was a brutal reminder of the dangers they faced. A group of criminals, the same ones who’d killed Wes’s partner in LA, were targeting him again, this time through his connection to…Harper and Greyson. Panic clawed at [Reader's Name]. Her secret was about to explode.
As Smitty and Vo scrambled to find the link between Wes and the twins, Harper and Greyson were brought to HQ, escorted by [Reader's Name]’s mother, a retired FBI agent and old friend of Jesse LaCroix. While her mother comforted the twins, she and [Reader's Name] had a tense conversation.
"You should have told him," her mother said, her voice laced with concern.
"And what? Ruin his life like mine was?" [Reader's Name] retorted, her voice rising.
Vo, entering the room unexpectedly, heard the last sentence. She stopped, her brow furrowed. "Told him what?"
[Reader's Name]’s heart pounded. She had to tell her. She had to tell everyone. She took a deep breath. "Wes is their father."
The room fell silent. Vo’s expression was a mixture of shock and understanding. She knew about their past, but not this.
Later, in the conference room, with the entire team present, [Reader's Name] laid bare the truth. Her teenage relationship with Wes, the unplanned pregnancy, the difficult decision she made, the years of raising Harper and Greyson alone. Only Scott and her mother knew. The twins knew who their father was. Wes’s initial reaction was anger, a sense of betrayal, of lost time, lost milestones.
Just then, [Reader's Name]'s mother walked in with Harper and Greyson. She looked at Wes, her gaze steady. "It wasn't [Reader's Name]'s fault. You were the one who pushed her away," she said, her voice firm. "Your girlfriend at the time…she made it clear: it was her or the baby. [Reader's Name] made a choice, a painful one. But those children, they were her world. Every time she looked at their eyes, your eyes, she was reminded of the love she never stopped feeling."
The air crackled with unspoken emotions. The team, initially stunned, now saw the resemblance. Harper’s bright blue/green eyes, Greyson’s strong jawline. It was undeniable.
Wes, reeling, confronted his ex-girlfriend, the ugly truth of her manipulation laid bare. The confrontation was explosive, ending their relationship for good.
With the personal drama swirling around them, the team focused on the case. [Reader's Name], facing the leader of the criminal group, stared him down, her resolve hardened. She arrested him, bringing the case to a close.
That night, the dust settled. [Reader's Name] and Wes sat on her porch, the twins asleep inside.
"I…I messed up," Wes said, his voice rough. "I should have known."
"We both did," [Reader's Name] replied softly. "But we can’t change the past. We can only build a future."
Suddenly, Harper and Greyson burst out of the house, running towards them. "Mom! Dad!" they cried, launching themselves into their parents’ arms.
Wes looked at [Reader's Name], a mixture of love and regret in his eyes. He pulled her close, the twins nestled between them. Finally, they were a family. The family [Reader's Name] had always dreamed of. The love she had held onto all these years had finally found its way home.
@stefanmikaleson1864 I didn't find fanfiction about wes I decided to create one 😂 let me know what you think.
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penwieldingdreamer · 1 year ago
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A Shot in the Dark ~ Prologue
Well, welcome to my latest obsession - FBI and OA Zidan. This is a crossover between FBI, FBI: Most Wanted & Blue Bloods. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to be tagged in any future chapters.
I do not own any of the characters of the FBI Franchise and Blue Bloods, they belong to their respective owners
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Summary It's said, you'll always meet twice in life. But you never thought it be in a hostage situation with a gun pressed against your head.
Warnings: hostage situation, canon typical violence, coarse language, smut in later chapters
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The human mind is really the scariest thing of all.
Life in general is scary, and yet you step out of your home each day and face it. You imagine how a situation might turn out if you just changed one thing in your day to day life. Sometimes it’s the sandwich they didn’t have at the bakery and sometimes it’s the choice you make on the job.
“Andrew, drop the gun and let my sister go!” Detective Danny Reagan called, his own weapon trained on the former NYPD officer, voice shaking as he looked at you, seeing his own fear mirrored in your eyes. “She’s got nothing to do with this. You want me. Let the kids and her go.”
Shaking his head, former police officer Andrew O'Sullivan pushed the muzzle of his gun harder against your temple. "They are all the leverage I need to get you to do what I want."
"O'Sullivan! This is Agent Scott and Agent Bell with the FBI. Surrender your weapons and let the hostages go. We will make sure that your demands are met, but you need to let the kids and Miss Reagan go."
You could feel the tears running down your cheeks, but you knew you had to be strong for the children. Their parents put you in charge and you, as their teacher, needed to make sure they'd get out safe. “Please Mister O’Sullivan, you got me, let the children go home. They don’t have anything to do with this.”
Your heart was hammering in your throat watching your brother desperately trying to get Andrew to drop the weapon, the ground feeling like it was going to be pulled from underneath you. And here you thought it was going to be a good day today.
Five hours earlier, 9:15 Bluestone Lane Tribeca Café
"So, heard anything from tall, dark and handsome? You looked cute together."  
“Erin!”
“Mom! You’re embarrassing her.”
The lawyer grinned into her coffee mug as the three of you sat together for breakfast. "What!? I saw pictures from way back when. It's been more than four years now, just thought maybe you'd have a run in with him again."
"Nope, haven't seen him since before he started training at Quantico and you would know that. I'm practically living with dad and pop again after those idiots living above me wouldn't have smoked weed and forgot to shut off the water."
Nicky only rolled her eyes at her mother trying to play matchmaker – as always. “You should leave Y/N alone. Danny would have a field day if she came home with him.”
“Thank you, Nicky, I knew why you were my favorite niece.” You took a bite from your chocolate croissant. Usually you’d be getting the breakfast sandwich the café was famous for but today they were all out.
“I’m your only niece, so that’s not a hard feat to do.”
“Yet.” You pointed a finger at the younger woman. “And I don’t even know where he is. I’ll not be running after him and use dads resources to find him.”
“All I’m saying is that you should get laid, you can’t just stay a single workaholic forever." 
Sending your sister a disapproving look, you could see the disgust on your nieces face. She was old enough to be part of that conversation and already had one boyfriend, yet you knew she was absolutely embarrassed by her mother's choice of breakfast conversation.
"Mom! God! I'll be heading off to work or you'll start talking about dad and yourself." Nicky, so much like Erin grabbed her purse and to-go cup, leaned over to kiss her mother's cheek before she moved next to you. With her arm draped over your shoulder, she leaned in as if to whisper into your ear but still spoke at normal volume. "Don't let her bully you into looking him up. You do you, Auntie, but she's right, you need to get laid."
Slack jawed at her gall, you turned accusatory eyes on the lawyer. "That's definitely on you, Erin. You taught her to be like that."
"Well, she's definitely got that from me and she'd make a great lawyer like that."
Letting out a sigh, you leaned back in your chair.
Damn, they were right.
Quickly apologizing to God under your breath, you try to anchor yourself to your mug. It had been years since you had seen Omar. You had met him outside a bar in the Financial District, after a date had dumped her right before dessert, telling her she wasn’t worth his time.
“He’s a dick, he wasn’t going to know what to do with you anyway.”
You sat together at the bar and talked about random stuff – friends, hobbies, only things that wouldn’t compromise him as you later found out he was undercover for the DEA.
“You’re quiet, what are you thinking about?”
Blinking, you watched your sister with a small, wistful smile, something she had seen so often when you had gone out to have breakfast with Nicky and her every Saturday morning. “Nothing.” You shrugged your shoulders, but the secret smile that barely turned up the corners of your mouth was still there and the lawyer knew that one, she had seen it often enough.
Erin took a sip from her coffee, narrowing her eyes at you. “Don’t give me that shit, Y/N. It’s Tall, Dark and Handsome isn’t it?”
“Maybe.” You admitted quietly, looking down at your fingers, busy playing with the white napkin under your croissant.
“You should get Eddie to look for him, maybe he’s in town.”
Shaking your head vigorously. “No, I’ll not be looking for him. We would have seen each other, probably...maybe.”
“New York is huge, you think you’d just walk down Broadway and bam! There he is? Y/N, I can assure you, that’s not how it works.” She laughs, knowing all about it with her ex-husband Jack. “You want him, you need to look for him, he’s not just going to turn up if you snap your fingers.”
“Well, maybe I don’t want to look for him, maybe it wasn’t meant to be if I haven’t run into him by now. Or maybe he’s somewhere in D.C., happily married with 1.93 kids, living in the suburbs and chasing the bad guys.”
Chuckling, the lawyer shook her head at you. “You got it all figured out now, huh? Maybe he’s still single, thinking about that maybe with you. He was really nice when he came around for lunch that day.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me, Eddie wouldn’t shut up about him for a week straight.” Just then your phone chimed, letting you know that you needed to get ready to get to your Junior High class for their field trip to the museum. You would meet them together with their parents right in front of the museum. “Shit, I’m late! Sorry Erin, I got to head off.”
“We’re not done talking about him!” She called after you as you raced out of the cafe to the next Metro station.
An hour and a half later you remind your seventh grade students to be nice and listen closely to the lady showing you around the National History Museum. “There’s going to be a test on Monday next week, so you guys should take notes on all of this.”
A groan ripped through the hall and I knew they hated me for this. “But Miss Reagan, you said we could have fun today.” Jimmy calls from the back, a frown on his cute face. 
Giggling, you shook your head. They were still thinking it was just going to stay easier from there on out. “I did, but it doesn’t mean you guys can slack off on your school work. This is going to help you with your Science project.”
Groans, followed by sighs from your students were the end of that conversation. You and the group of thirteen-year-olds followed Mrs. Langdon as she talked about the museum, which exhibitions had already been part of the building and what was waiting for the boys and girls of Lower Manhattan Middle School. They were in the Early Adolescence stage and it was absolutely normal for them to act like that. With Nicky, Jack and Sean you had been exposed to that stage early on and you loved them for it.
You entered the Saurichian Hall of the museum, awed by the skeletons, the hairs on your arms starting to raise from the goosebumps at the imagination of having lived back in time, 66 millennia’s ago. But somehow, it wasn’t the only thing that gave you the shivers. At the entrance of the museum you had seen a guy, dressed like everyone else. But you had been around police your whole life and listened to your bothers to know that something was definitely wrong with him. His head was down but you saw his eyes darting about like he was searching for something – or someone.
Getting to the next section, you slightly turned your head away from your students excitingly listening to the tales of each dinosaur exhibited at the museum.
There he was again, the backpack slung low on his shoulders and it looked like he was sweating. Was he sick and needed help? If so, wouldn’t he have asked the people at the front desk or even stayed at home.
Danny had always told you to be vigilant about suspicious people roaming about and this guy fit the description. Should you text Danny or Jamie? They were probably busy with their cases and if he was just a creep you’d make a fool out of yourself and maybe your dad in extension.
Police Commissioner’s daughter accuses visitor at the National History Museum to be a creep and makes a laughing stock out of the Reagan family.
Now that would be the headline of the week.
Turning back to listen to Mrs. Langdon and your students with a sigh you missed him pulling out a gun from under his jacket, pointing it at your back before slightly lifting it up and pulling the trigger.
11:40, Joint Operations Center
“Alright guys, we've got a hostage situation at the National History Museum. Twenty-two students from LoMa Middle School and their teacher. This is high profile. Detective Reagan with the NYPD called it in about fifteen minutes ago.” ASAC Jubal Valentine’s voice rang out through the JOC. He motioned to Elise, one of the Analysts to put every information on the screens. “This is Y/N Reagan, she’s a teacher at the school and also the daughter of New York City Police Commissioner Frank Reagan.”
Your picture popped up on the screens, a happy smile on your face as you sat together with your father and your brother Jamie at a city function.
“You know, now that I’m done with my trainee-ship as teacher, we could make it official. Dad wants me to tag along at this function or other and I’d like to take you as my plus one.” You smiled at him, your arms slung around his neck as you lounged together on his bed.
Omar ran his fingers from your shoulder to your elbow and up again. He loved the feeling of your soft skin under his hands, slightly roughed from the army. “It would be nice, I’d love to finally show you off to my family as well. Erin has been nagging me like a hen to know who the guy is making me smile all day.” He smiled, nuzzling her neck and listening to her giggles as his nose and beard rubbed up and down against that point where her neck met her shoulder.
"I'd like that. I bet your sister isn't the only one nagging." He chuckled, burrowing closer and pushing his lower half against yours earning a soft groan from you.
Your fingers raked over his head, feeling the short cropped hair tickle the palm of your hands. “Pop and dad are already giving me those penetrative looks, you know the ones where they are acting like cops and trying to read a suspects thoughts.”
Closing his eyes, the former army ranger breathed in your scent. It was the one thing that grounded him on days his mind sent him back to Iraq. “From what you told me I’m more afraid of your brother, not your father and grandpa.”
Omar moved next to Maggie, a soft Shit leaving his lips as his eyes swept over the screens. It had been a few years since he’d last seen you, only a few days short of leaving for his training at Quantico. Seeing your face, tear track staining your cheeks with the suspect pressing his gun to your head.
The brunette watched her partner, the fingers of his left hand anxiously playing with his ring. A sign that he was nervous. A sign Maggie had learned in the beginning when they first were partnered up.
“You know her?”
He sighed, “We, ugh, we dated for a while before, before I went into training. I...broke it off, because I thought she’d be better off without me.”
“Gosh, OA.” Maggie murmured, scratching a fingernail along her eyebrow thoughtfully. She knew her partner had been in relationships before – he was Muslim, not a virginal saint, but she had never seen him this distraught or anxious. 
It was clear as day that you were still important to him and it took everything in him to not run out the door and drive off toward the museum.
"What do we have on the suspect?" Isobel questioned, coming to stand next to her 2nd in charge. 
"Suspect is 40 year old Andrew O'Sullivan, former police officer with the NYPD, 54th Precinct and bomb specialist with the Marines. Detective Daniel Reagan, Y/N’s older brother was part of the investigation against him.” Kelly Moran, an analyst at the JOC spoke up, tapping hastily on his keyboard and sending the pictures of their suspect to the bigger screens. “He took drugs from evidence and tried to sell it on the street. O’Sullivan needed it for his daughter, she has leukemia and he was going to take the money to pay for her treatments.”
The analyst pressed a key to show the picture of a little girl, maybe ten years old, grinning at the camera. “Lena O’Sullivan, she”
“His daughter died two days ago, that’s why he’s doing it. He wanted to save her from it and we took the money that would pay for her treatment. Andrew has been angry with me for a while and called me after Lena died.” A new voice sounded from behind them, strong and authoritative, yet they could all hear the pain laced into his words. “He has my sister and if you guys don’t get a move on, Andrew is going to kill them all.” Detective Daniel Reagan had made his way to the JOC, knowing he couldn’t make a move against O’Sullivan without the people of the FBI. You were his little sister and he’d be damned just sitting around at the precinct when he needed to get you to safety. More so when Erin would have his head for being the reason the former officer had you and your kids as hostages.
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stefanmikaleson1864 · 6 months ago
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HAPPY FBI PREMIERE DAY EVERYONE !!!! WE ARE IN FULL BLOSSOM WERE THRIVING 🩷💜🔥🩷🩷💜💜🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🌈🌈🌈🌈💥💥💥💫💫💫💫💫💫💫
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socialoutsider1a · 11 months ago
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For FBI Season 7, my hope is that we get more episodes of Jubal not being in the JOC but also interrogating a suspect, being in the field, taking down a suspect along with more time with his ex-wife, Sam, their son, Tyler and their daughter, Abigail who we haven't seen since the FBI Season 2 episode, "Crossroads".
I'd also love to see more crossovers between FBI, FBI: Most Wanted and FBI: International.
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ninaslvr · 10 months ago
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bastet55 · 2 years ago
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📓 preferably something from your fbi mw series if you have anything :)
Put "📓" or some other version of a book emoji into my inbox and I'll explain the plot of a fanfiction that I haven't written but daydream about.
**For the sake of this ask game, I'm not counting story summaries or brainrot notes so I don't forget details I've daydreamed about as anything "written."
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Hello, Nonnie! Thank you for the ask. Here's to small fandom love!! So my other replies to this ask ended up being rather depressing, so you'll get a non-depressing FBI: MW idea of mine.
So the side-story Long-Lost Friends where Kateri is reunited with Nicky is set in March 2020 right around the time COVID is getting bad. Rampage (2x01), the next chronological story I have written, doesn't take place until November 2020, and you've got a lot of time in between then when New York was hit pretty hard by COVID. And so the team, I think, still had cases during that time, but not anywhere near as many. And so I've been thinking of doing a chat fic that covers some of the events of those months with different chat groups with different combinations of team members:
Whole Team -- Reminders about work; Jess checking-in with everyone, making sure everyone's alive and well
The Insomniac's Club (Kateri, Kenny, Hana) -- Random texts at most any hour of the day or night about ... most anything
Kateri and Tali -- Discussion about Tali's Zoom schooling and her friends; pictures of her artwork and craft projects; questions from Tali to Kateri about this and that
Kateri and Nicky
Things like that. I've never written a chat fic before, but I hope to get around to this eventually. I'll have to read some of the guides on A03 to figure out how to do things so that it actually looks like a texting app.
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xofeno · 7 months ago
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