#fbi needs to hire me the way i notice everything about him

[socgf]

one thing about matt dillon is he's gonna have that boombox CLUTCHED by his side

[closewhispering]

CHAPTER 34. ...…....Dr. Baffert had only meant to make a quick stop at the grocery store, pick up the essentials, and retreat back to his quiet apartment. But as he reached for a carton of milk, he sensed a pair of eyes on him—intense, unblinking, watching his every move.

Turning slowly, he spotted two figures who had been trailing him discreetly down the aisles. The woman’s gaze was fixed on him with unyielding determination, while her companion, a tall man with a shadowy demeanor, stood just behind her, glancing around as if preparing to block any route of escape. Baffert’s hand tensed around the milk carton. He recognized them. Lila and Reed.

“Dr. Baffert,” Lila said as she stepped forward, her voice low but firm, slicing through the muffled hum of the store’s background music. “We need to talk to you.”

He managed a weak smile, feigning indifference as he moved to place the milk in his basket. “I don’t have anything to say.”

“We’re not leaving until you do,” she pressed, her tone unmistakably determined. Baffert let out a sigh, looking down the aisle to see if anyone was near. A few shoppers were scattered about, but no one seemed to notice the intensity radiating from their exchange.

Lila lowered her voice, leaning in closer. “Where is the FBI keeping Jack?”

Baffert’s heart skipped a beat. Jack Hiller—the name was almost forbidden to mention. He felt the familiar dread creeping up his spine. The less he knew, the safer he’d be, but now these two were pushing him into a position he hadn’t chosen and didn’t want. He swallowed, attempting to keep his composure.

“Look,” he said, his voice almost a whisper. “Jack Hiller is a division-level FBI agent. He's... TPCA.” He forced himself to keep his eyes neutral, his tone controlled. “That’s as much as I’m willing to say.”

Reed stepped closer, his presence almost imposing as he leaned toward Baffert. “We know that already, Doctor. What we need to know is where they’re keeping him.”

Baffert’s grip on his grocery basket tightened. His eyes flicked up toward the ceiling, where the store’s surveillance cameras were affixed, capturing every aisle, every angle, and, undoubtedly, every word he spoke. The cold, metal eyes followed them, blinking red as if alive, a silent witness to their conversation.

“I can’t answer that,” he replied, looking pointedly at the camera above. “And frankly, even if I could, cooperating with you two could destroy everything I’ve worked for. No hospital would hire me again. My career would be over.”

“Come on, Doctor,” Lila insisted, her frustration boiling to the surface. “A man’s life is on the line, and you’re worried about your job? You know better than anyone that Jack doesn’t deserve whatever’s happening to him.”

Her words stung. Baffert’s loyalty to the ethics of his profession fought against the raw fear stirring inside him. Jack’s face, etched in his memory, flashed before him—a man who had once been a patient, a fellow human being in pain. But his own image, stripped of his license and unable to practice medicine, clawed at him with equal force.

Lila’s expression softened, almost as if she sensed his internal struggle. She took a step closer, her voice softer but with a gravity that only strengthened the weight on Baffert’s conscience. “Dr. Baffert, please. If you tell us where he’s being kept, we’ll find a way to handle the rest. You won’t have to be involved any further.”

The words settled in the air, tempting, coaxing. For a brief moment, Baffert imagined saying the words they wanted to hear, letting himself be pulled into their cause, washing his hands of the hospital and its complex web of secrets. But the harsh reality clawed him back.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, shaking his head. “I can’t. It’s not just about me—it’s about keeping my profession, everything I’ve worked for. And there are eyes everywhere…” He glanced again at the camera. “If they knew I was even talking to you…”

He trailed off, glancing down at his basket, his mind racing for an escape. His stomach churned with the anxiety brewing within him. In an impulsive move, he set the basket down, leaving his items behind on the tile floor. Without a word, he turned and strode down the aisle, his feet carrying him toward the store’s entrance. The produce, the milk, the bread—all of it abandoned.

He didn’t dare look back, but he could hear Lila’s voice calling after him, a note of desperation echoing across the aisles. Reed’s footsteps were heavy behind him, but he didn’t give them the satisfaction of stopping. He pushed through the glass doors, feeling the cold blast of air hit his face as he emerged into the dim evening light outside.

His heart raced as he hurried toward his car, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. He knew he’d made the right choice, but a gnawing guilt clung to him like a shadow. Jack Hiller, wherever he was, had been a patient, a responsibility. Baffert was a doctor, trained to heal, to help. But now he felt like he had betrayed that duty, reduced to a mere pawn in a world that refused to let him follow his principles.

The drive back to his apartment was a blur, his hands gripping the wheel tighter than necessary. The city lights flickered past him, hollow and indifferent, and by the time he reached home, he felt drained, his thoughts tangled in knots he couldn’t begin to unravel.

He sat in the car for a long while, staring blankly at the darkened building in front of him. The scene replayed in his mind, and he thought of Lila’s desperate plea, of Reed’s intense gaze, of the weight of the surveillance camera above them, recording everything. He was a part of something larger now, even if he didn’t want to be.

[scotttrismegistus7]

P. Diddy Should Be Charged with Kidnapping, Get Locked Up for 15 Years: ...

REVIEW AND ANALYSIS OF THE HOTEL ASSAULT VIDEO FROM CNN:

I'M GOING TO SPEAK FREELY FOR THE SEVERAL REVIEWS I'M GOING TO DO OF VIDEOS CONCERNING THE TITLE OF THIS ALBUM.

FIRST OF ALL, I WAS A BIT SHOCKED BY SOME OF THE THINGS I SAW HERE, BECAUSE IT'S PROFESSIONAL GRADE CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND, NOT SIMPLY AN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY ISSUE.

I WANT TO GIVE A LITTLE BIT OF BACKGROUND ABOUT MYSELF SO THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND MY PERSPECTIVE ON THESE MATTERS.

FIRST OF ALL, I NEED TO MAKE VERY CLEAR THAT I AM NOT A RACIST. WE THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE DEAL IN SOULS AND LEVELS MUCH, MUCH HIGHER AND MORE INVOLVED AND IN-DEPTH THAN SIMPLE PHYSICAL BODIES, WHICH TO US ARE JUST VEHICLES. THERE WILL BE NO BIAS BASED ON ANY FORM OF RACISM IN ANY OF MY OPINIONS OR REVIEWS.

SINCE THIS INVOLVES THE CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND, I ALSO WANT TO STATE THAT I AM NOT GANG AFFILIATED. THE CLOSEST I COME TO ANYTHING LIKE THAT WOULD BE TO HOLD THE TITLE OF SORCERER FOR THE WOLF. DURING MY STINT WHERE I WAS CAUGHT IN THE GEARS OF THE WAR ON DRUGS, I WAS KNOWN ON THE BLOCK AS THE SORCERER, BECAUSE I WOULD DO HIGH MAGICK RITUALS FROM THE TIME I WOKE UP TO THE TIME I WENT TO SLEEP, AND IF I WASN'T ACTUALLY DOING MAGICK I WAS WRITING OUT SPELLS AND RITUALS AND DOING RESEARCH. I SAY SORCERER OF THE WOLF BECAUSE, NOT BEING ANY KIND OF A RACIST, I REFUSED TO JOIN THE WHITE GANGS AFTER SEEING HOW THEY SENT ALL THEIR PEOPLE ON SUICIDE MISSIONS THAT SEEM COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY TO ME. ALL OF THE WHITE GANGS WERE OF A RACIST NATURE. LUCKILY, THERE WAS A RUSSIAN MILITARY OFFICER THAT HAD GONE DOWN FOR HIS COMRADES, ALLOWING THEM TO ESCAPE WHO WAS BEING INVESTIGATED BY THE FBI. HE WAS RECRUITING PEOPLE, AND THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO BE A SPECIFIC RACE. BESIDES BEING AN OFFICER IN THE RUSSIAN MILITARY HE SAID THAT THEIR FORM OF THE MAFIA WAS CALLED THE WOLF, AND IT WAS MORE OF A COLLECTIVE THAN ANY KIND OF SPECIFIC ORGANIZATION. HE LIKED ME BECAUSE HE KNEW I WAS A SORCERER, AND HE KNEW THERE WAS STRENGTH IN NUMBERS. LOOKING BACK ON THE EXPERIENCE, HE TOLD ME THAT HE WOULD POTENTIALLY HIRE ME FOR MY WORK AS A SORCERER AFTER WE WERE BOTH RELEASED, AND I TRULY WISH HE WOULD HAVE, THAT WOULD BE A DREAM JOB, THE SORCERER OF THE RUSSIAN MAFIA REFERRED TO AS THE WOLF, BECAUSE IF THERE'S ONE THING I CAN DO, I CAN GO INTO ALL THOSE SPIRITUAL PLACES THAT OTHER PEOPLE WILL NOT GO, AS IS THE SAYING WHERE ANGELS DARE TO TREAD. I HAVE A CONTRACT WITH AN ENTITY ON THE OTHER SIDE THAT CALLED ITSELF BAPHOMET. THIS CONTRACT GIVES ME FULL ACCESS TO ALL AREAS OF THE OCCULT BEHIND THE VEIL OF ISIS. ONCE I WAS RELEASED, I NEVER HEARD FROM MY RUSSIAN FRIEND AGAIN, AND THE ADDRESSES HE USED HAD ALL CHANGED SO I COULDN'T WRITE HIM LETTERS. I CAN TELL YOU THIS, HE WAS LIKE A FATHER FIGURE FOR ME, AND HE TOLD HIS GROUP MANY STORIES OF HIS ADVENTURES AND TAUGHT US MANY THINGS.

THAT BEING SAID, I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE TO HAVE EYES IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD. I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE IN THE STATE OF LIFE OR DEATH EVERY MOMENT, WITH EVERYTHING YOU DO OR SAY POTENTIALLY SOMETHING THAT COULD LEAD TO YOU BEING BADLY HURT OR KILLED. I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE SO HATED, IMMERSED TO A POINT OF DROWNING IN WHAT WOULD BE AN OCEAN OF HATE, AND HAVING TO EITHER DROWN, OR LEARN HOW TO BREATHE IN THAT OCEAN AND CHANNEL IT INTO THE ENERGY YOU NEED TO GET THROUGH. MY SPECIALTIES AS A SORCERER ARE VAST, BUT SOME AREAS I AM TRAINED THROUGH REAL EXPERIENCE TO THE POINT OF BEING A PROFESSIONAL ARE DARKNESS, EVIL SOUL EXTINGUISHING CARNALITY, AND CHAOS. I HAD TO BE A MASTER OF THOSE THINGS TO SURVIVE WHAT I WENT THROUGH, AND YOU CAN BELIEVE THAT I AM HAVING BEEN APPOINTED THE OFFICIAL REPRESENTATIVE OF THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE OF OLD.

WITH MY BACKGROUND INFORMATION OUT OF THE WAY SO YOU UNDERSTAND MORE ABOUT THE NATURE OF MY INSIGHTS AND OPINIONS, LET'S GET TO THE OFFICIAL ANALYSIS AND REVIEW:

NOTICE THE BRAINWAVE STATES OF BOTH CASSIE AND DIDDY. CASSIE DOES NOT APPEAR BY HER MOVEMENTS TO HAVE HIGH BETA. SHE IS ABLE TO MOVE IN A SLOW AND FLUID FASHION WITHOUT SHAKING, SHOWING THAT SHE DOES NOT HAVE OVERLY HIGH AMOUNTS OF ADRENALINE IN HER SYSTEM. DIDDY, ON THE OTHER HAND, APPEARS TO BE ON AN ADRENALINE HIGH, NATURAL OR DRUG INDUCED. HE IS COHERENT AND HAS SHARPENED ANIMAL FACULTIES, AND SHOWS THAT HE HAS ADDITIONAL STRENGTH WHICH MEANS THERE IS ADRENALINE DEFINITELY COURSING THROUGH HIS SYSTEM TO A POINT WHERE HIS ACTIONS ON THAT LEVEL WOULD BE OF A LIFE OR DEATH NATURE. HE IS IN A SUPRA FIGHT OR FLIGHT STATE, DEFINITELY HIGH BETA WHERE HE CANNOT LOOK INSIDE ONLY OUTSIDE.

PEOPLE WHO CAN HAVE THAT MUCH ADRENALINE SHOOTING THROUGH THEIR SYSTEM AND STILL SPEAK AND ACT COHERENTLY EVEN IF WHAT THEY ARE DOING IS TOTALLY WRONG, THOSE PEOPLE HAVE HAD TO LEARN THAT TO FIGHT FOR THEIR LIVES IN LIFE OR DEATH SITUATIONS. IN THAT STATE, A PERSON WOULD BE CAPABLE OF DOING OR SAYING ANYTHING NECESSARY TO PROTECT ONESELF ON A LIFE OR DEATH LEVEL OF AN IMMEDIATE PHYSICAL NATURE, AND MAY HAVE HEIGHTENED ANIMAL FACULTIES AND BE ABLE TO PERCEIVE CHEMICALS AND CHEMICAL REACTIONS THROUGH HEIGHTENED SMELL AND TASTE. IN OTHER WORDS, ANY FORM OF LYING IN THAT STATE IS JUSTIFIED BECAUSE IT'S A FORM OF DEFENSE THAT WOULD BE NECESSARY TO SAVE YOUR IMMEDIATE LIFE. THEY'RE NOT IN A MENTAL STATE WHERE THEY CAN STOP AND THINK AND WAX INTELLECTUAL ON RIGHT AND WRONG, THEY HAVE TO ACT IMMEDIATELY TO PROTECT THEIR LIVES.

THAT'S WHEN I KNEW, WHEN I SAW DIDDY IN THAT STATE, THAT THIS WAS A CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND MATTER. ALSO, IN MY OPINION I SEE EVIDENCE THAT DIDDY HAS BISEXUAL TENDENCIES. DIDDY IS TOO PRETTY TO BE THE ULTIMATE PUPPET MASTER. HE IS ACTING ON BEHALF OF SOMEONE OR SOME ORGANIZATION, AND UNDERGROUND CRIME ORGANIZATION OF SOME TYPE, THAT HAS THE ABILITY TO KILL PEOPLE AND A POTENTIALLY UNLIMITED SUPPLY OF MONEY. SO IN ESSENCE, THIS IS NOT AN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY ISSUE. WHATEVER IS GOING ON IS MILITARY GRADE. WHO SUPPLIES THE DRUGS HE PEDALS? SOSA? THEY'RE PROBABLY WATCHING EVERY SINGLE THING HAPPENING RIGHT NOW CALCULATING WHEN AND HOW THEY WILL MAKE HIM DISAPPEAR IF THINGS GO SOUTH AS FAR AS THEIR INTERESTS ARE CONCERNED, AND DIDDY IS HIGH ENOUGH UP THE LADDER TO KNOW THAT.

SO WHEN DIDDY LOOKS AT A SITUATION WITH A POTENTIAL ROMANTIC PARTNER, HE ALSO HAS TO LOOK AT IT FROM THE PERSPECTIVE THAT IF THAT PARTNER WERE TO EVER ESCAPE WITH THE SECRETS GAINED JUST BY THE NORMAL LIFESTYLE OF THE CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND, THAT HIS LIFE AND THE LIVES OF ALL THE PEOPLE HE LOVES WOULD BE IN DANGER. IN OTHER WORDS, YOU HAVE TO TAKE INTO ACCOUNT HE IS THINKING THAT IF CASSIE ESCAPES WITH WHATEVER SECRETS SHE HAS, THAT IT WILL PUT HER LIFE IN DANGER AND HIS LIFE IN DANGER BY THE PEOPLE THAT ARE PUPPETEERING HIM.

CASSIE IS A JERSEY GIRL, AND WHEN I LEARNED THAT I KNEW THAT ON SOME LEVEL SHE WAS TOUGH AND ABLE TO NAVIGATE THROUGH STREET SITUATIONS. SHE DOES NOT SEEM TO BE UPSET ON THE LEVEL THAT DIDDY IS UPSET ON. SHE IS MOVING TOO SLOWLY AND DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH ADRENALINE IN HER SYSTEM. IT ALMOST SEEMS LIKE A SURPRISE TO HER WHEN HE RUNS DOWN THE HALL AND THROWS HER TO THE GROUND. SHE'S WEARING A HOOD WHICH MEANS THAT SHE IS LEGITIMATELY TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM SOMETHING BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T WANT TO BE NOTICED. NOBODY WEARS A HOOD INDOORS LIKE THAT OTHERWISE. YOU'LL NOTICE AFTER SHE IS KNOCKED DOWN THAT SHE DOES NOT MOVE FOR A MOMENT, WHICH MEANS THAT SHE WAS PROBABLY KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS FOR A PERIOD OF TIME.

SO WHAT DIDDY HAS DONE HERE IS TRULY AWFUL. MY QUESTION IS DID CASSIE KNOW THE LEVEL OF THE GAME SHE WAS PLAYING ON WHEN SHE GOT INVOLVED WITH HIM? MY OTHER QUESTION IS AFTER FINDING OUT DID SHE GET AWAY FROM THAT AS FAST AS POSSIBLE IF SHE WAS NOT WILLING TO ALSO PLAY THE GAME ON THAT LEVEL?

JERSEY GIRLS ARE TOUGH. AFTER LISTENING TO THE SONG LYRICS OF ME AND U, AND THEN ASSESSING THE INTELLIGENCE CLAIMS, THERE IS A PERCENTAGE CHANCE OF PROBABILITY THAT SHE DID KNOW THE LEVEL OF THE GAME THAT HE WAS PLAYING ON AND WAS THERE WITH AN OUTSIDE AGENDA.

THE LEVELS OF ANIMOSITY DEMONSTRATED BY DIDDY, THEY MOST CERTAINLY FIT THE CRITERIA OF THE MILITARY BRANCH OF THE CRIMINAL ILLUMINATI. HE IS ABLE TO HAVE LIFE OR DEATH LEVELS OF ADRENALINE PUMPING AND FLOODING INTO HIS SYSTEM AND STILL FUNCTION IN A SMOOTHING COHERENT FASHION. THAT'S ONE OF THE OPERATIONS OF EXTRACTED ADRENOCHROME AND ADRENALINE FROM TORTURED VICTIMS, VICTIMS WHICH THE ILLUMINATI TORTURES BEFORE THEY PERFORM ACTS OF CANNIBALISM AND ESSENTIALLY MAKE DRUGS AND SUBSTANCES OUT OF THEM THAT ARE OF BENEFIT TO THEM IN VARIOUS WAYS. THESE TYPES OF THINGS CAN ONLY BE DONE IN PLACES THAT ARE COMPLETELY OFF THE GRID, AND IT DOES MAKE SENSE THAT DRUG CARTELS IN SOUTH AMERICA THAT ARE ABLE TO HIDE LARGE SCALE OPERATIONS FOR STANDARD DRUGS LIKE COCAINE, THEY MAY ALSO HAVE THE CAPABILITIES TO DO THAT. THESE THINGS ARE NOT ME STATING ABSOLUTE FACTS, THEY ARE MY OPINIONS, AND I'M ALWAYS LOOKING FOR NEW INFORMATION BECAUSE I WANT THE TRUTH, AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO CHANGE MY MIND IF I HAVE TO, IF INDEED I TURN OUT TO BE WRONG.

IF DIDDY WAS A PART OF AN ORGANIZATION LIKE THAT, HE WOULD BE A FIGUREHEAD FOR THEM THAT THEY ARE PUPPETEERING THAT THEY WOULD CONSIDER TO BE OBEDIENT AND DISPOSABLE. THERE ARE STORIES THAT IN ORDER TO BECOME SUCCESSFUL DIDY HAD TO PERFORM SOME PRETTY DEGRADING ACTS TO SHOW THAT HE WAS CONTROLLABLE. THAT ALSO FITS THE CRIMINAL ILLUMINATI PROFILE. THE CRIMINAL ILLUMINATI HAVE NO VALUE FOR HUMAN LIFE WHATSOEVER, ALL PEOPLE ARE DISPOSABLE TO THEM EXCEPT POTENTIALLY THEIR OWN FAMILIES.

PLEASE NOTE I AM STATING THE CRIMINAL ILLUMINATI TO DISTINGUISH IT FROM THE ACTUAL WISDOM SEEKING ILLUMINATI, SINCE THE TERM ILLUMINATI IS USED FOR SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS NOW. THE MILITANT ILLUMINATI OF THE CRIMINAL GRADE WOULD EVEN GO SO FAR AS TO CREATE DISSENSION IN OTHER COUNTRIES AND DO FALSE FLAG OPERATIONS. WE DON'T KNOW IF THEY'RE ULTIMATE ORIGIN WAS ROME, BUT THEY DEFINITELY WERE VERY ACTIVE IN ROME AS THE OLDEST EMPIRE IN HISTORY TO WHERE WE CAN SEE THEIR PRESENCE AND CITE EXAMPLES.

SO BASICALLY WHAT I'M SEEING THIS VIDEO IS NOT A CITIZEN GRADE ENTERTAINMENT MOGUL, THIS IS A CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND MILITARY GRADE ENTERTAINMENT MOGUL, WHICH MEANS THAT THE ENTERTAINMENT IS QUITE PROBABLY JUST A FRONT FOR ORGANIZED CRIMINAL OPERATIONS, THE LEGITIMATE BUSINESS SIDE THAT THE PUBLIC SEES.

I DO NOT SUPPORT THE WAR ON DRUGS OR VICTIMLESS CRIMES. I AM NOT LOOKING AT THIS SITUATION FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A CRIMINAL PROSECUTOR. I AM LOOKING AT THIS SITUATION FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF AMMIT AND HUNGRY CROCODILE DRAGONS WHO HAVE ADVANCED TO A POINT TO WHERE THEY DON'T JUST TAKE SOULS TO EAT, THEY MAKE SURE THAT ALL THE JOT AND TITLE KARMATIC PERMISSIONS ARE IN PLACE SO THAT WHEN THEY TAKE THOSE SOULS TO EAT THERE WILL BE NO BAD CONSEQUENCES FOR THEM. THERE'S ACTUALLY A WHOLE SET OF RULES AND REGULATIONS IN THE LAND OF THE GODS AND THE GODDESSES CONCERNING WHAT YOU CAN AND CANNOT DO WHEN DEALING WITH BEINGS OF A CONSCIOUS NATURE THAT ALSO HAVE FREE WILL. THERE IS A FINE LINE BETWEEN COERCION AND ENTRAPMENT. WE CAN KEEP THEIR SOULS IF THEY DO CERTAIN THINGS BECAUSE THEY DECIDE TO DO THEM OF THEIR OWN FREE WILL, EVEN IF WE HAVE FED THE MISINFORMATION. THE CATCH 22 OF THAT IS THAT THE ONLY WAY THEY WILL KEEP US FROM SHUTTING DOWN THEIR GUARDIAN ANGELS AND DEVOURING THEIR LIFE FORCE IS IF THEY ARE LITERALLY PURE OF HEART, SYMBOLIZED BY THEIR HEART BEING AS LIGHT AS A FEATHER.

IT DEFINITELY MAKES SENSE TO ME NOW WHY THE FBI IS INVOLVED AND THEIR RAIDS BEING DONE, BECAUSE DIDDY IS ON THE LEVEL OF A CRIME BOSS, POTENTIALLY BEING FUNDED AND PUPPETEERED BY PEOPLE MUCH MORE POWERFUL AND DANGEROUS THAN EVEN HE IS, WATCHING EVERYTHING GOING ON.

SO YES, HE'S NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET OUT OF WHAT HE DID TO CASSIE HERE IN THIS VIDEO, BUT AS WE WILL GO OVER IN THE NEXT ANALYSIS AND REVIEW OF THE NEXT VIDEO, HIM BEING BUSTED BY THE LAW FOR WHAT HAPPENED IN THIS VIDEO DOESN'T EVEN SEEM TO BE IMPORTANT TO HIM AT ALL COMPARED TO WHATEVER ELSE IT IS THERE MAY BE THAT IS IMPORTANT TO HIM AT STAKE. I CAN TELL THAT BY THE WAY HE ACTS AND BY INTELLIGENCE CLAIM PROBABILITIES OF VARIOUS MOTIVES AND MOTIVATIONS FOR DOING THINGS IN THE FRAMEWORK OF THE BIG PICTURE.

THAT'S IT FOR THIS ONE.

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE THE GREAT REPTILIAN SSS QUEEN ISIS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis Apis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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[sierra6x]

‘Okay, so who the hell was this guy?’ She mutters to herself. He did not seem familiar, though could she trust her memory half of the time? No. The answer was no. Faces started to blur together over the years, many haunting her. Gemma noticed the show of neutrality, which, for most people, would tell them they could relax to an extent. Yet here Gemma stood, rigid and untrusting. Could you blame her? So either this guy was a macho man who thought he was billy badass, or, he was someone who knew who the hell he was dealing with. The latter of the two was the one that she was concerned about because Gemma wasn’t in the mood to fight. Again. At least not right now. It had been a hell of a week, but if push came to shove, she'd kick his ass and move along.

Head cocked to the left, as if she was assessing the situation, wondering if she should lower the gun. Just a little. But if her life had taught her anything. It was that things go from zero to sixty quickly. ‘Seems if he was a threat, he was playing the long game.’

“If you don’t care, then why did you come here? Huh? If these operators are coming, why did you feel the need to tell me they were coming?” Though the idea of operators coming led her to believe this man was either an asset or a threat to security. Either way, Gemma is going to ask for more money than she had been offered at the beginning of the job. ‘Fuckin’ liars.’ Shaking her head, she sighed. Gemma had to trust that they were coming, and, since they are, they might be heavily arms, especially if they knew who might be here.

“Look, if I trust you and you betray me. You and I, are going to have a talk that you probably will not like. Got it? Who the fuck is after him? You say operators, so I'm assuming special ops. Why?”

------THE TENSE WAITING game was something he was very used to. he'd been on this side of the barrel just as much as he'd been on her's, too ... and while he wasn't really a wait-and-see kind of man, six could appreciate the time she took to mull everything over. whoever had given her information on the shitbag on the floor behind her hadn't really given the full story ... or maybe she'd done her own research. he couldn't blame her there, depending on who she was and what her clearances were, if any. teeth kept working at his gum while he watched the gears churn behind her eyes and when she asked her questions he let himself sigh a soft stream through his nose. nothing impatient, but certainly present.

" to kill him. " but hey, if she wanted to, that'd be aces. " because i'm not really a fan of collateral. "

because the people coming to rub the schmuck behind her were the kind who didn't care if they killed people who had nothing to do with anything. maybe she wasn't innocent, but it wasn't worth dying over. hands remained in the air and when she relented with her demands he offered a solemn nod.

" private operators, hired by either cia or fbi. he's got information they want. this is a search and rescue for them. you and i are eliminate on sight, especially if they see your gun. " a beat. " either you put a bullet in him, or i will. " @griim

[babymetaldoll]

Stargazing (Spencer Reid/Reader)

Requested: No, but I needed some hardcore fluff

Summary: The team is “forced” to go camping, and Spencer finally decides to make “his move” on Reader.

Pairing: Spencer Reid/ Reader

Category: Hardcore fluff

Warnings: Zero

Word count: 3,2K

Masterlist

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It was the first time the BAU didn't argue Strauss's decision. She had walked into the conference room and explained to the team that the FBI had decided each department had to do a workshop related to teamwork and trust.

- "You will spend this weekend camping together. You will be part of a Team-Building Training Workshop"- Strauss wasn't excited about the idea of her best team wasting a whole weekend. But she was glad her department didn't have to do the activity. She hated camping.

- "Are you telling me we have to spend our weekend in sleeping bags, singing kumbaya?"- Rossi raised an eyebrow and looked at Erin, and she didn't move a muscle- "I'm out."

- "David, I'm not asking you if you want to do it. The whole team has to be part of this activity, that includes you."

- "Come on, Rossi,"- Prentiss smiled and tried to cheer him up- "It will be a nice change from catching serial killers for a weekend.

- "Really, Emily?"- Rossi crossed his arms on his chest and looked at Reid- "Hey, kid. How many dead bodies are found each year in the woods in the country?"

- "Over 2.543 last year,"- Spencer answered. And didn't stop talking, of course- "We can not be sure they were all serial killer related cases. The most common ways to die in the woods are drowning, car accident, and suicide."

- "Suicide it is."- David whispered. He knew it was going to be a long weekend.

Even when he wasn't a person who loved camping and outdoor activities, Spencer was excited to spend the weekend with the team, especially with (Y/N). His teammate, best friend, and secret crush. Ok, it wasn't really a secret.

Of course, everybody knew about Spencer's feelings. He never successfully hid them from the team. You didn't need to be a profiler to notice each time (Y/N) walked into a room, Reid's eyes would follow her, and his cheeks blushed. When they sat together in the jet, Spencer would always be too self-aware of his own movements. He would try not to move, especially when she had fallen asleep, resting her head on his shoulder. And when they were working on a case together, he would always cover her on the field, and he would make sure she was safe, even when the unsub was already caught.

He loved her. Even a blind man could see. Except for (Y/N), of course. Because according to her own words: "There's no way Spencer Reid is in love with me. He would never look at me that way. He is perfect, and I'm a mess. He deserves the perfect genius girl."

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- "Ok, Romeo, this weekend is the perfect opportunity for you to make your move"- Derek and Reid were alone in the SUV on their way to the retreat.

- "Sure. Because there's no better time to make a fool out of myself than in front of all my friends in the middle of nowhere."

- "What's with the attitude, pretty Ricky? Relax"- Morgan frowned and put on some music, singing along for a moment. Reid looked at him and raised an eyebrow, trying not to laugh.

- "Ok man, picture this: you, your pretty lady, in the middle of the night, gazing at the stars together, alone in the middle of the forest. The full moon is the only light."

- "Who are you? since when are you a romance expert?"

- "Hey! I can be romantic!"

- "I've seen you get girls only by raising an eyebrow"- Reid argued, and he was right. It had happened once, but that was another completely different story.

- "What I'm trying to tell you is that you have the perfect chance to tell her how you feel during this trip"- Spencer was about to start debating that idea when Derek continued.

- "And stop saying she has no feeling for you!"

Reid bit his tongue and looked at the road. Neither of them said a word for the next couple of minutes. Until Spencer whispered

- "But she doesn't"

- "She does!!"- Derek nearly yelled

- "Why are you so sure?!"

- "Because she told Penelope she is in love with you!!"

The silence in the car was as intense as the red in Spencer's cheeks. Derek knew he shouldn't have said that, but he was tired of seeing his best friend's sad eyes each time he stared at (Y/N). Someone had to do something, and he knew neither of them would make the first move.

- "Are you sure?"- Reid's mouth was hanging open- "I mean, maybe she was joking."

- "No, she was honest. So please, this weekend, make your freaking move."

-

How could Spencer ever make his move? He had no idea. He didn't even have a "move"! But something inside of him felt a little more confident now.

That didn't show on the outside at all, 'cos during the whole day, he was more clumsy than ever. He dropped his coffee. He failed the first two attempts to set up his tent and nearly fell carrying logs for the fire.

He wanted to dig a hole and hid.

But (Y/N) didn't notice any of that. Not because she didn't pay attention, but because she was oblivious to any of those things. She just couldn't stop staring: He was wearing jeans. Spencer Walter Reid was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. (Y/N) thought she was going to have a heart attack when he got out of the car.

Sure, yes, she had seen him outside work in a more casual outfit, but nothing prepared her for Spencer's camping clothing. It suited him too well for his own good.

- "Hello? Anybody there?"- Prentiss waved at (Y/N). She and JJ stood in front of her, trying to catch her attention.

- "Jesus! you look like a schoolgirl today!"- JJ teased her, laughing- "Can you be more obvious?"

- "What are you talking about?"- (Y/N) tried to look all innocent and continued setting the logs for the campfire.

- "If Spencer wasn't so clueless about your feelings, I swear you two would be already married,"- Emily joked and helped (Y/N) with the logs. The young SSA just shook her head and tried to keep her eyes from Reid for as long as she could. She successfully did it for five minutes. That day's record.

- "(Y/N), hey"- he stood by her side, and she quickly stood up.

- "Hey, how are you doing?"

- "Good... you?"- she just nodded and smiled. She really was acting like a schoolgirl in front of Spencer- "Great... hey, I thought maybe tonight you would like to do some stargazing with me..."- Emily and JJ heard him and nearly squealed. They tried to look away, but it was impossible. They needed to know what was happening. Where was García? she was going to be so mad she missed that.

- "Yeah! I'm sure tonight we can see way more stars than on your building's roof like last time."

(Y/N) answered, smiling, thinking there was nothing more romantic than being underneath a starry sky, listening to Spencer talking about constellations.

- "Ok, kids,"- Rossi's voice stepping out of his huge camper interrupted them and forced everybody to turn around- "Let's do this trust thing we are forced to do before it's lunchtime. Maybe we can manage to go home early."

-

Of course, they weren't. The whole team had to work as a unit to fulfill a series of activities an expert team the FBI had hired forced them to do. Aaron thought it was unnecessary, considering they worked on the field together, and they trusted each other with their lives all the time. But he was also sure his team needed a break, and everybody could use some fresh air.

- "Great work, team"- Hotch hugged everybody and smiled when the whole activity was done- "I think we've earned a nice dinner."

- "Please don't tell me we have to hunt our food"- Penelope wide opened her eyes suddenly and looked at Hotch- "I can eat blueberries."

- "Don't worry, kids"- Rossi shook his head and pointed to his camper- "Anyone in the mood for a nice steak?"

- "I bought marshmallows for the campfire later,"- (Y/N) said and smiled- "You are never too old for some s'more."

- "Scary stories by the fire eating s'mores? I'm ten years old again"- JJ looked excited- "I need to do this with Henry."

- "Just don't tell him your "I'm scared of the woods because I found the camp director dead" story." - Derek said, smiling.

- "You freaked out!"- JJ chuckled, remembering how she had scared her friends a few years earlier while working on a case in the woods.

- "I need to hear that story!"- Emily said- "I bet it's no better than mine, I'm sure."

- "Battle of horror stories?"- (Y/N) smiled evilly- "You two have nothing on me."

-

The evening was fun and a little terrifying. Garcia was holding Derek's arm so tight it was starting to feel numb. Rossi and Hotch had told a couple of stories that left the team completely frightened, to be fair. Especially Spencer. He had forgotten an essential part of his plan: nights in the woods are dark as pitch. And he was afraid of the dark. How would he successfully take (Y/N) to a nice spot, sit down and stare at the stars with her if he was too scared to move from the fire?

(Y/N) looked at Reid and sighed. Maybe he had regretted it. Of course, he hasn't forgotten his invitation, 'cos Spencer remembered everything. Still, he hadn't made any move or sign to go stargazing. Being alone with him in the dark was scary but in the right way. Maybe she could finally tell him how she felt. No, no way. That wasn't going to happen.

- "Ok, so... it's late, and we are out of wine"- Rossi stood up and looked at the team- "I am ready to go to my comfy bed"- the rest of the team groaned. They were going to spend the night in a tent, probably freezing, while Rossi was going to be in his warm camper.

- "I'm going to sleep too, we have trekking in the morning, and it's going to be a long walk. I suggest you all go to bed early."- Hotch stood up and waved at the team, to then walk to his tent."

- "Sweet chocolate thunder, is there room in your tent for me?"- Penelope asked, and he chuckled immediately

- "Are you still scared of the stories? they are just made up things people create to terrify us."

- "I know. But I'm also scared of bears, psycho killers, and slender man"- Morgan looked at her, raising an eyebrow. She wasn't joking.

- "Bring your sleeping bag."

- "You are my hero. I love you."

Prentiss and JJ went to bed soon after, leaving the two love birds alone.

- "Stargazing?"- Reid whispered, and (Y/N) nodded- "We should find a darker stop... or we can stay here by the fire if you like."

- "Are we going to get a nice view here?"- (Y/N) looked at the stars and tried to see anything.

- "No, it has to be darker,"- Spencer whispered, taking a look around- "There was a nice spot by the cliff, that way."

- "I don't think walking to a cliff in the middle of the night is a good idea"- (Y/N) smiled, and Reid shook his head

- "You are right..."

- "But we can walk carefully and carry a flashlight,"- she added and smiled, looking at him. His brown curls moved with the wind, and his chocolate eyes were brighter than the sparks of fire next to them.

- "That sounds good."

Spencer stood still for a second. He had a blanket in one hand and a bag of marshmallows in the other. (Y/N) put on her scarf and jacket and stared at him.

- "Are you ok?"

- "Yeah."

He wasn't. He was trying to calm himself down, thinking that walking in the middle of the dark was worthy because it meant spending time alone with (Y/N).

He kept telling himself he didn't have to worry because nothing was going to happen. He wished he had his gun with him in case of any danger, though. Maybe that could make him feel better.

- "You can't kill darkness, stupid"- he whispered to himself and sighed. (Y/N) walked a step closer and took the marshmallow bag. Then, she held his hand.

- "Let's go?"

That was all Spencer needed. He was ready.

- "Did you know astronomy is the oldest of the sciences?- Reid whispered as they walked hand in hand to a nice clear spot - "Ancient astronomers were able to differentiate between stars and planets, as stars remain relatively fixed over the centuries while planets will move an appreciable amount during a comparatively short time."

- "And when did you start learning about the stars?"- Spencer loved that. How each time he started rambling, she wouldn't get annoyed like the rest of the people he knew. Instead, she would always ask him something related to the subject. And it was usually something personal. She wanted to learn more about him and how he had ended up being such an amazing human being.

- "When I was four, mom started taking me regularly to the library. That was when I started to learn more about science. I could pick ten books each time we were there, and I decided I wanted to know everything I could about everything I loved."

Spencer confessed and smiled, looking at her. His heart was warm with their conversations. He was never comfortable talking about his personal life, especially about his childhood. But with (Y/N), it all came naturally.

- "How often did she take you?"

- "Every other day"- she chuckled and remembered the pictures Diana had shown her of Spencer when he was a little kid last time they visited her. He was adorable, with his glasses and his messy hair. It was impossible not to imagine having a family with him.

- "This is it... this is a good spot."- Spencer said and stopped walking. He moved a log and tapped on it, smiling at (Y/N). She sat with him, and he wrapped them together with the blanket.

- "So, what am I staring at?"- (Y/N) asked and kept her eyes on the starry sky. It seemed she had never seen so many stars. And they even looked closer. Spencer looked at her, and his heart skipped a beat. He was about to start a lecture on astronomy, but instead, he decided to do "his move." Or the move he could think of. He didn't really know if it was a move, but he was going to give it a shot anyway.

- "Most stargazers learn about constellations looking for different noticeable patterns across the sky"- he made a pause clearing his throat. That was it. He was going to do it.

- "That's how it all started,"- he continued- "Some of these noticeable patterns up there are still the same ones our ancestors noticed while sitting around a campfire telling stories like we did today."

- "Telling stories about the stars sounds a lot less creepy, though" - (Y/N) whispered, and the two of them smiled- "Wanna tell me a story about these stars?"

There was no way Spencer could say not to her puppy eyes.

- "Ok... let's see..."- Reid sighed and thought for a moment, looking at the constellations above them- "Do you see those stars over there that look like a cute bunny?"

- "Which ones?"- Spencer pointed at the sky, and (Y/N) nodded- "I see them"

- "Well, you'll see, there was a comet in love with the bunny, but it could only look at her from a safe distance."- Spencer finally confessed. (Y/N) held her breath for a second and tried not to get her hopes high.

- "Why?"

- "Well, the comet was afraid he wasn't good enough for the bunny"- Spencer was whispering, and his soft voice sent shivers to (Y/N)'s body- "So he stared at his favorite constellation every day and only imagined what it would feel like to hold her in his arms."

- "And the bunny never saw the comet?"- (Y/N) asked softly, while very, very slowly, she moved her hand and reached Spencer's.

- "The bunny thought the comet just wanted to be her friend because he was scared to tell her how he felt,"

(Y/N) kept thinking there was no way on earth Spencer was telling her how he felt about her with that adorable story. Was he? Really? 'cos it was too romantic, and if he wasn't and she was wrong... it would be heartbreaking. But, there was only one way to find out.

- "I think the bunny felt the same, but she thought she wasn't good enough for the comet"- Spencer's heart raced at those words, and he turned to look at (Y/N). She blushed and stared at him with a shy smile.

- "Why would the bunny ever think that?"

- "The comet is too brilliant and too amazing to settle for a simple constellation when he could have the sun."

(Y/N) was embarrassed to confess those feelings, but it was now or never.

- "But the bunny is the sun in the comet's life."- Spencer whispered and caressed her cheek with his thumb carefully.

- "Really?"- her voice was so soft, it melted Spencer completely. He couldn't answer. All he could do was to lean in slowly and kissed her as gently as he could, enjoying the sensation of her lips against his. He cupped her face with both hands and moved a little closer.

It was the sweetest kiss he had ever given. It wasn't just because (Y/N)'s lips tasted like marshmallow, but because it was filled with pure love. He could feel it, even when he still couldn't believe it. She loved him. She really did.

(Y/N) was sure that wasn't really happening. She had probably fallen down the cliff earlier and was now unconscious or dead, living a fantasy. There was no way Spencer Reid was kissing her.

When they slowly moved and looked at each other, neither of them knew what to say. So (Y/N) did what she always dreamed of doing and leaned in and kissed him again. Spencer didn't hesitate and wrapped his arms around her waist, moving her closer to him. Her hands played shyly with some of the curls of his hair, and they simply kissed for what seemed to be forever, even when it wasn't enough time for them. Spencer felt he could kiss her his whole life, and he still wouldn't get enough of her.

- "So..."- (Y/N) whispered after some minutes and looked at Spencer, blushing- "Do you think the comet and the bunny could... maybe try to be more than friends?"

He smiled and kissed her again, rubbing her lips carefully with his; (Y/N) sighed into the kiss.

- "The comet is willing to do anything the bunny asks him because he just wants to make her happy all day, every day."

(Y/N) couldn't speak. She could only kiss him again and again.

- "Bunny just wants her comet to be happy too."

- "Then would Bunny be the comet's girlfriend?"- she giggled and nodded- "Good, because I don't think I could ever live without your kisses ever again, Bunny."

- "Neither do I, Comet"

And after that, stargazing was forgotten. There were enough stars in their kisses to keep the two of them lost in their own new universe. 

[notanotherreidgirl]

Lesson Plans

Summary: Spencer’s TA helps him organize his class all while developing a crush on him, little do they know that he feels the same way

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: none? there’s some kissing

Word Count: 1434

A/N: I definitely need to go back and edit this one!! 

Dr. Spencer Reid was the most eccentric professor you ever had. 

He didn’t use any technology at all. Opting instead to handwrite his lesson plans on the blackboard in slanted chicken-scratch. He never got through his material anyway, easily getting caught up on tangents and explaining his own jokes. On the first day of class, he passed out an 8-page double-sided, single spaced syllabus. It was clear that he spent a lot of time on it but he had neglected to staple the pages together so no one walked out with more than 5 pages. Not that it really mattered, he barely followed the syllabus and half of it were recommendations for optional reading. 

The lecture hall was always full but for the people who weren’t auditing, the class was a bit of a mess. Despite the chaotic nature of the course, students kept signing up. How could they not? Dr. Reid was charming and effusive and he rounded everyone’s grades up to an A. When you took the class you were completely entranced by him but you couldn’t shake your frustration with the lack of organization. What was even worse was that most people just took his class for an easy A and hardly bothered learning most of the material. You couldn’t believe it - you had been dying to take Criminal Psychology and you poured your heart and soul into your assignments. When the end of the semester rolled around and TA applications opened, you applied without hesitation.

When Spencer saw that you had applied to be his TA, he very nearly hired you without reading any of the other applications. He refrained from referring to his obvious affection towards you as a crush - that epithet seemed too juvenile - but that’s exactly what it was. A giant schoolboy crush that had completely obliterated his ability to think. He had a tendency to ramble but it was exponentially worse this past semester with you sitting in the front row. 

It only took him one week to commit your routine to memory. Get to class 5 minutes early, sit in the front (5 seats from the left wall), drive him crazy for the whole lecture (chewing on pencil erasers and giving him small smiles when he made eye contact), have lunch at the cafe downstairs, then camp out at the library for a few hours. You were a fastidious creature, orderly and straightforward. It came through in your papers too. Well-constructed arguments that got to the point without unnecessary filler. He was embarrassed to admit that he made copies of your papers and reread them, taking note of your syntax and word choice. 

Your first order of business as his TA was to digitize his notes, taking pictures of the blackboard after class and making concise powerpoints that were sent out in friendly weekly emails. You also revamped his syllabus and held your own office hours since his were always well attended by adoring students who never seemed to ask questions about the course material. It was a lot of work but you could talk about the course material all day. You loved the class and you loved teaching your students which would’ve been just fine if you didn’t start to love something, or rather someone as well. 

The semester flew by and your feelings for Spencer only grew stronger with every day, with every evening you spent grading papers together, with every coffee wordlessly passed between you, with every lesson plan you outlined together. And now it was all coming to an end. You were standing in the doorway of his office making promises to stay in touch and thanking him for this experience while the voice in your head was practically begging you to say something. But you didn’t. What would you even say? How does one tell their boss that they are completely in love with them? What if he didn’t want anything to do with you afterwards. With these thoughts heavy on your mind, you finally turned to leave. 

“Wait, Y/N, I know what you did for me this semester.” Spencer realized that this was his last chance to say something, anything to let you know how he felt. His words came out in a rush, “I know that I’m not the best professor. I don’t follow the syllabus and my grading system is all over the place and I ramble. I’m even doing it now. I’m rambling. I know there are so many things I should change but -”

“No!” you immediately clamped a hand over your mouth but it was too late, your impassioned outburst had already escaped. To say you were mortified was the understatement of the century, you would have given anything to disappear right then. 

Spencer, on the other hand, was thoroughly amused. It was as if you stole all his anxious energy away. “What do you mean, no?”

“It’s nothing! I just - well, I just mean that you shouldn’t change anything. You’re perfect just the way you are.” Your eyes widened. How was it possible that every word out of your mouth made the situation exponentially worse? “Not perfect - no one’s perfect! I just mean that you're fine. Your class is fine!”

For a moment you recalled the transporters in Star Trek. Beam me up Scotty, you thought uselessly. 

Feeling exceptionally bold, Spencer pulled a chair up to his desk. “I think I know what you mean, darling. Why don’t you take a deep breath and have a seat?”

You had been considering making a run for it but your legs promptly turned to mush after he called you darling. He had pulled the chair to his side of the desk so you were sitting right in front of him less than 2 feet away. You were determined to get the situation under control so you took a deep breath before starting.

“Dr. Reid, I wouldn’t want you to change a single thing about your teaching style. I became your TA because I wanted other students to enjoy this class as much as I did. Everything I did this semester was so that you could keep teaching in the irregular, fun and inspiring way that you do. I didn’t mean to overstep and I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I think you’re not a good professor. Because you’re not. It’s the opposite.”

After finishing you nervously looked up at his face expecting admonishment only to be met with pure adoration in his honeyed brown eyes. He reached into your lap and took your hands in his. You had expected the hands of an FBI agent to be hard, weathered from chasing down killers but his were soft and he held you so carefully like he was afraid you’d pull away. 

“Thank you” he whispered. He brought your hands to his lips and you had to press your feet into the ground to keep from floating away. “I wanted to say thank you for typing up comprehensible notes and replying to every email and making sure there’s always sugar by the coffee machine and listening to what I have to say and for letting me be myself”

Your breath hitched, you hadn’t realized that he’d noticed everything you’d been doing in the background. You squirmed in your seat, taken aback by the intensity of his gaze. Could he see right through you? 

“It’s really nothing, Dr. Reid” you murmured. 

“No, it's not,” he leaned in closer, so close you could feel his hot breath on your neck and you were sure he could hear the drumbeat of your heart. “Not everyone is willing to be patient with me and even fewer go out of their way to make things easier or better without trying to change who I am. I know I’m a difficult person but you don’t make me feel that way. I’m beyond lucky to have you.”

He paused before adding, “That is, if you’d have me?”

Whatever was left of your self-restraint disintegrated when you pressed your lips to his. You laughed into his mouth, joy bubbling from your lips and filling Spencer with an incredible warmth. He smiled and pulled you into his lap, “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, yes, yes” you punctuated each affirmation with a kiss to his nose, his cheeks, his temples. You wanted to tell him that he wasn’t difficult at all. That he was charming and capable and lovely but there would be plenty of time for that. For now, you held him tight and you didn’t have any intention of letting go.

[chaotic-super]

Live With Me - Chapter 5

Summary:

When a pipe bursts in Kara's apartment she is forced to move into her girlfriend of only a month's apartment temporarily but things take a turn when Kara and Lena realize that something more sinister may be at play.

Read Live With Me on Ao3 here!

Kara knows Alex is up to something. She can feel it in her bones, and she is going to find out what it is. She has to because like hell is she going to allow her dummy of a sister to leave her behind out of some form of sisterly love.

She notices the shifty way Alex starts to slink around the apartment, keen on keeping them in the dark but completely and utterly incapable of acting casually around her sister and her overprotective girlfriend.

This is day four. They weren’t expecting to still be here by now, having planned on finding a new safe place but it didn’t take them long to come to the understanding that this is the safest place for them at the minute and they don’t really want to deal with the hassle of moving again.

For an FBI agent, Alex lacks the ability to be casual without looking like a mom trying to be hip in front of her child’s friends.

“Hey, you! What’s crack-a-lacking?”

Kara watches her sister swipe some papers off the table and into her own lap very obviously and gaps when she sees her little sister sitting down opposite her in front of the coffee table.

“Um…do you want a response to that?” Kara raises an eyebrow, completely befuddled by what her big sister seems to think is normal behaviour for an adult.

Alex processes her words and Kara can practically see the cogs turning as she does so. She takes a long pause before settling on an answer. “No.”

She then looks back down and starts to flip through some of the papers that are still on the table and splits the pile in half so she can push some towards Kara, who takes them wordlessly, rereading the same information that she has already looked through twice before.

She decides right then and there that she is going to figure out what Alex is up to. It must be dangerous because she doesn’t want her nor Lena to know about it, probably out of fear that they will insist on tagging along to whatever it is she wants to do.

Kara is just about to ask her about the papers she is keeping from her when Lena walks in from the bedroom, her phone pressed against her ear, her eyebrows furrowed in anger and her tone clipped.

“Yes, thank you. Bye.”

Lena huffs as she puts her phone down and sags back into the sofa right by her girlfriend. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, mentally recovering from a painful phone call.

Kara leans back and rests her head on Lena’s thigh, content when her hand comes down to lightly stroke through her hair, scratching her scalp with gentle strokes. “Are you alright?”

Lena hums before answering, briefly considering pretending everything is alright before deciding that honesty is the best policy. “Honestly, no. I just spoke to the security agency that I hired to protect the house. They found out who did it.”

“Who?”

“The head security officer. He originally blamed some low-level guard, but he was the owner’s nephew so the owner himself looked at the tapes and did a second investigation. The head security officer did it and tried to set up the kid to cover his own back, he just didn’t know that he was the nephew of his boss.”

Kara shakes her head. “I can’t believe it was the boss. Why did he do it? Did they find out?”

“They did. He was getting paid rather a lot of money. It was six figures from what they found.” Lena stills her hand, simply holding Kara’s head against the warmth of her leg, trying to ground her when she knows her girlfriend’s mind must be whirring about.

Alex speaks up. “What is going to happen to him and what did they find on the cameras? What does Lord know about us that we need to plan around?”

Lena takes a deep breath before diving right in. “All I know is that he has been fired and blacklisted and that he is a massive idiot.”

“In what way?” Kara peers up at her.

“He forgot to add any audio recording and the cameras couldn’t pick up any details of anything. They just got a bunch of footage of us living our lives with no ideas of what we were doing or looking at or planning.” Lena actually breaks a little smile at that. She does love it when arrogant men embarrass themselves.

Alex snorts. “What an idiot. If you’re going to be doing something like that, at least do it right. If I was being paid six figures to do a job, you could bet your ass that I wouldn’t screw up.”

Lena fixes Alex with a blank stare, putting her on edge. Kara shoves her leg lightly to get her to stop. “You two need to behave.”

Lena, ever the diplomat decides that she has found an ample opportunity to call Alex out on her shady behaviour. “I will when Alex tells us what she has been hiding for the last day and covering up extremely poorly. She mustn’t be getting paid for it because as she said, we could bet our asses that she wouldn’t screw up.”

Alex visibly gulps, aware that she has been busted. “I don’t think you really want nor need to know.”

Both Kara and Lena seem to dislike that answer and within seconds, Alex is receiving twin death glares. She crosses her arms across her chest like she is trying to protect herself, but it doesn’t deter them from staring at her, anger bubbling in their eyes.

“I suggest you change your answer.”

Ok, so maybe her sister’s girlfriend is really quite scary. She wouldn’t admit that to her face though. “I will tell you tomorrow, I’m just following up on something.”

“Yeah, whatever. That means that you are doing something dangerous tonight that we won’t approve of or let you go alone so you want us to back off until you have had the chance to follow through with it on your own.”

Alex has a deer-in-the-headlights expression on her face when Kara calls her out. “Does that mean you’ll back off?”

“No, that means we’re coming with you so you might as well fill us in on your plan.”

Alex looks between them one last time then plonks the papers from her lap up onto the coffee table between them. “Alright, so here is the plan…”

-

“I cannot believe that you were going to come and break into Maxwell Lord’s office without any help. You are a dummy, dummy.” Kara whisper yells to Alex, following her down the dark hallways of Maxwell’s headquarters.

“Shut up and follow me.” Alex snipes back, not willing to talk about this until they have what they came for and are well on their way out of there.

Surprisingly, both Lena and Kara do what she demands and just quietly follow along behind her, sticking close to the edge of the hallways, ready to duck into one of the rooms if someone happens to get close to catching them.

They shouldn’t though, Alex, ever the badass agent, planned this out around guard rotation to give them as much time as possible to get into the office and out of the building as quickly as possible. This needs to be done as discreetly as it can be.

It would have been much easier to do this with one person instead of three, but they need something to really make Kara’s article solid and they need this to all be over. Alex needs her baby sister safe, and Lena wants to hurry up and move in with her girlfriend officially.

As much as Kara wants this all to be over, she does have another reason why she wants to get this article done and do an epic job of it. This is going to be freaking amazing for her career if she does it right. Not that she would say that to either Lena or Alex, they would probably blow a fuse.

They duck out of the way of the cameras, sticking to the shadows. Alex whispers at them to do exactly as she does. She peeks around the corner to see a camera swivelling in a steady rotation around the room. She waits until it is facing away from her and does a forward roll across the carpeted floor then ducks down behind a desk.

She watches with amusement as the other two women did the same thing as her. “Good job, guys.” She whispers.

“Why the roll? If the camera was facing the other way, then we could have just walked.” Lena looks like a confused little lost puppy right up until Alex has to stifle her laughter behind her hand.

“I just wanted to see if you would actually do it, I had to get back at you somehow for insisting on coming to a break-in.” Alex smiles smugly at them but it drops when Kara gives her a solid wallop to the arm.

“Don’t be a jerk, keep moving.” Alex rubs her arm dramatically with a pout but sets to make her next move.

She waits until the camera turns again then ducks into the alcove of a doorway, waiting again for the camera before ducking into one further up the hall, doing a perfect zigzag in time with the camera’s movement.

Kara goes right after her, one move behind and then Lena after her. They aren’t as quick or as smooth as Alex is, but they get the job done and only feel slightly silly as they are doing it.

They make their way through the floors, up stairwell after stairwell, cursing Maxwell Lord’s name at the sheer number of stairs in this building and their lack of planning that no staircase went up more than five floors before putting another staircase going up in a different place. It’s madness and the architect of the building should have been fired.

Eventually, after much huffing and puffing, they make it to the floor below Maxwell Lord’s office. “Ok, this is going to be the hard part. We won’t be able to avoid the cameras in his office so I will trip them, so they go off. We will have maybe five minutes before a guard will be up to check the office and reset the camera. We have to be quick and efficient but make no mess, we can’t have the security guard setting off any alarms. Got it?”

With nods of understanding, Alex takes them up to his office, stopping just around the corner of the doors to a little electrical box attached to the wall. With a bit of fiddling and the know-how knowledge, she has the camera off, so they head right on in.

The office is extraordinarily messy. They don’t have to worry about making it look like nobody has been here because it already looks like a bomb went off in there. His files are strewn about the room and there are at least half a dozen moulding coffee mugs across his desk.

They don’t let themselves take the time to be grossed out by his hygiene, they have time for that later when they are also criticizing his morals. It goes without saying that they need to take a different part of the room each, starting at opposite corners so they can cover more ground.

Lena is the lucky one that gets the desk, she picks around the crumbs to look at the file right on top. Right there in black and white, there is a file that specifically details an experiment requiring human trials. There is no way this isn’t the same trials he is planning on conducting on unwilling participants.

With a little more digging she finds multiple more files, some with their names on them, probably all of the intel he has on them.

She stuffs them into her backpack and grabs anything that she thinks might be remotely helpful in bringing him down. She is about to give the others a heads-up when a light shines under the door, getting brighter as someone comes closer.

As the door knob begins to turn, squeaking as it does, she ducks down behind the desk, praying that whoever it is has a change of heart and leaves immediately. 

Lena’s heart pounds in her chest, her mind racing.

They really are in a sticky situation now, as good as caught in Maxwell Lord’s office by security with pretty much nowhere to hide.

Her knees kiss the rough carpeted floor when she drops down, her hands splaying out to catch her fall, making them too fall victim to the rough floor.

Just as her head ducks down, Kara comes sliding across the floor to join her, bumping into her kind of painfully but Lena just grabs her waist and pulls her close. She makes eye contact with her and mouths, “Where is Alex?”

Strangely, Kara points up towards the ceiling.

“What?” Lena mouths again, keeping an ear out for the door opening. Whoever turned the knob seems to have paused, and by the sounds of muffled voices, they’re talking to someone.

Kara leans in close, her lips brushing Lena’s ear so she can whisper. “She climbed into the ceiling.”

Of course, she did. Even in these circumstances, right when they might just get caught, Lena finds the time to roll her eyes at Alex. She just totally left them behind a desk so she can be the cool spy that can climb into ceilings at a whim.

The murmur is still coming from behind the door and based on the light shining underneath it, whoever is there hasn’t moved so they have no way to leave.

They peek around the corner of the desk, looking for somewhere to hide, anywhere at all. There doesn’t seem to be anywhere though, the office is a minimalistic design and the only real things in here are the desk, a couch and nest tables. There are also a couple of bookshelves but Lena doubts that Lord has actually read any of the books on them.

As Kara stares up at the ceiling, trying to figure out if they can climb up there too if they stand on the desk, Alex lifts one of the ceiling tiles slightly, right above them and peeks down.

She begins to whisper to them, “hey, they are right outside, stay down.”

“No shit, we were about to just get up and start walking around again.” Lena snaps, on edge and stressed.

Kara’s hand finds hers from where it is wrapped around her waist, her grip tight with worry.

Alex doesn’t react to her snippy tone, just whispers back down to them again. “I’m going to go and peek at who it is, maybe see if I can cause a distraction or something to get them to go away. Tuck yourselves under the desk more just in case though.”

If there is anyone they’re going to listen to in this situation, it’s a government agent, she’s the only one of them who has actual spy experience, so she better get them out of this or else Lena’s going to be pissed and Kara’s going to be pissed that Lena is pissed.

They do as she says and back themselves into the little nook that is meant for someone’s legs and pull the chair into the desk as much as possible with them there. It’s done just in time for the office door to swing open, bringing a flood of light into the dim room.

Due to the position of the table, they are hidden as long as the person doesn’t come snooping too much. A quick glance would show there is nothing amiss so hopefully, this person is a lazy employee. Knowing Max, everyone working here is underpaid anyway so they might just get lucky.

There’s no more talking, no sounds but the steady breaths of the person. Then the sounds of the light switch followed by the room being illuminated.

They’re still hidden beneath the desk, their feet tucked in close and their hands grasping each other close, holding their breaths as slow footsteps draw nearer and nearer.

The steps are growing closer to them, closer to the desk. They can tell, the dull clomps of boots on the carpet tells them as much and their heart rates skyrocket even higher than they were before.

It’s too late, the guard is heading right for the desk and they’re going to get caught, they have no hope of getting themselves out of this one, it’s not going to end well for –

The sound of glass shattering echoes across the building, coming from down the hall and halting the nearing footsteps in their tracks.

Kara and Lena release synchronised breaths of relief when the steps begin to retreat, heading down the hall, fast-paced and frantic, in search of the source of the destruction.

Alex pops up just above the desk once more, getting their attention with a sharp ‘pssst’. Lena is the brave one that pokes her head out first, moving much faster when Alex signals that this is their chance to get out now while the guard is distracted.

She tightens her grip on Kara’s hand and pulls, pretty much dragging her out from under the desk with her and towards the door. Kara scrambles after her, trying to keep herself from panicking as Lena pulls them out of the office.

They keep to the edge of the halls, trying to get back down the way they came so they can head out, but they hear more voices coming from around the corner, so Kara opens the first door she sees and pulls Lena inside.

She only realises how risky that was when they are fully inside what appears to be a maintenance closet, full of mops and cleaning supplies.

They can barely see, their eyes acclimatising enough for them to see that they don’t have much space since there are sturdy metal shelves on two of the walls, stocked with rolls of toilet paper and bottles of hand soaps.

Since Lena and Kara share a brain cell, they are up and climbing the shelves to the ceiling almost immediately after they notice that they go all the way up to the ceiling, so they are able to use them like ladders.

Lena helps Kara up first, pushing a few things aside to make the trip easier and standing just behind her to make sure she doesn’t fall or hurt herself since her wound is still sore, a bit of information she had to drag out of Kara since she didn’t want to make Lena worry for her more than she already does.

When Kara gets to the top, Lena’s steady hands resting on her calves to make sure she doesn’t slip, she edges one of the ceiling tiles out of the way to give her space to climb up.

It takes a bit of effort and fighting through her pain, but she makes it up and watches as Lena makes her way up after her. All the while they are listening to the sounds of multiple people making their way across the floor, opening and closing doors.

They know they don’t have much time before they look in here too so when Lena is in reach, Kara grasps onto her by her underarms, pulling her up as much as she can to move them along a bit.

The ceiling tile drops back down into place with a dull but satisfying thump.

Kara looks around the limited space, wide-eyed and on edge before turning back to Lena to whisper to her. “We have to find Alex and then get out of here, do you still have the backpack?”

In response, Lena holds the bag up, proud that she had remembered to grab it in her haste to get them out of there. “Yep, let’s go. Try to stick to the frames so you don’t fall through the ceiling.” She points out the supports, those must be what Alex was using earlier to get around.

They move forward, choosing to go back on themselves to try and find where they had last seen Alex. Their movements are surprisingly swift and quiet, their journey pretty easy other than their overwhelming anxiety that if one of the supports breaks, they will fall through the ceiling.

How in the world did they get here? They are climbing through the ceiling of an evil corporation after stealing files, all to try and stop them from praying on vulnerable people and using them for human experiments against their will. This would make a great novel.

Lena has slung the straps of the backpack over her shoulders after checking that the files are safely zipped up inside, they don’t want to get back to Alex’s place and find out that all of this was for naught.

She watches Kara move ahead of her and can’t shake the feeling that something is off with her. Maybe it’s just the stress of the situation or maybe it’s something completely different but something isn’t right.

Her movements are choppy and forced, somehow uncharacteristic in a way that she can’t describe but makes her chest pinch in worry for her girlfriend.

Still, they scramble on. Moving forward with a steady pace, their hearts pounding in their ears when they hear movement in the rooms below them. They just try their best to keep quiet and block it out.

In the distance they can see Alex climbing her way toward them, waving overdramatically to get their attention and bring them closer to her.

Alex glares at them when they get in range, bringing out a stern finger to shove into their faces as she angrily whispers at them. “This is exactly why I was going to come alone! That was way too close, and you guys have no idea what you’re doing and now we have to try and find a way out of this mess!”

Kara holds her hand up, struggling to catch her breath and not appreciate the scolding she is getting. Alex can complain as much as she wants and yell at them to her heart’s content once they are out of this wretched building, but until then she needs to play nice so they can find a way out.

“Another time, Alex. I need to get out of here pronto.”

“I second that.” Lena backs her up, just as annoyed at the immediate telling-off they got upon reuniting with their wayward spy.

Alex just gives them an exasperated look. “About that, I don’t know how soon we will be able to get out of here.”

“What do you mean?” Lena’s eyes grow wide.

“I had to break a glass table in one of the other offices to draw the guard away from you guys and now there is a whole bunch of security traipsing the halls trying to figure out what happened, I don’t think we’ll be able to get out of here until the next shift change or when employees start rocking up in a few hours to start their days, we will have to camp out up here for a while.”

Kara closes her eyes, disappointed and trying to find a flaw in her sister’s logic, a reason that they can’t stay up here, but there is none. Once again, they have no choice but to hide.

When she opens her eyes again a few seconds later, she finds Alex looking back at her, reading her like a book, just as Lena had. “I saw a boarded-out area up ahead so we can rest without balancing on the frames, we can talk more when we get there.”

“Ok.”

Alex leads the way, not a word spoken on the short trip. The little nook is actually a good place for them to chill out and get some of the anxiety out of their systems. It’s just a little boarded-out area that is the perfect size for them to be able to sit down but there are support beams surrounding part of it, giving them a kind of privacy screen so if anyone were to think to check the ceilings and look up through the tiles, they wouldn’t be able to spot them easily.

They each lower themselves down, giving their tired legs a break from crouching to stop them from hitting their heads since the crawl space isn’t very tall.

Alex doesn’t give Kara even a minute before she’s starting her interrogation, Lena stuck somewhere between wanting to know what’s wrong with Kara too and wanting to protect her since she looks uncomfortable.

“Spill, Kara. I know something is up. Tell us what’s wrong.”

“Nothing that can’t wait until we’re safely back at the apartment with a pizza delivery on the way.” Is Kara’s dismissive reply. Clearly, she’s not in the mood for straight answers.

Alex’s eyebrows furrow and Lena’s hand reaches out to take Kara’s in her own once again. “Darling, we just want to help, please let us.”

Kara’s eyes flit between Alex’s and then Lena’s. “You’ll just worry, and it will make this whole waiting-it-out thing much worse than it needs to be.”

Yep, there’s no way in hell they are dropping it now, they want answers now because whatever it is, it must be bad.

“Tell us.” It’s a tone that Lena doesn’t normally use with Kara. Everyone else that has even been on her bad side has, Alex included, but never Kara. It tells her that Lena is being deadly serious and that she does not want to argue with her.

Kara knows that it is purely out of worry for her so she can’t hold it against Lena. She’s always been protective of her, and she will always protect her, even from herself when necessary.

“It’s just—“ Kara can’t even bring herself to say it, knowing the panic that she’s about to cause.

“Just what?” Alex nudges her leg with her foot, a frown forming on her face when Kara winces.

“I think I busted open my wound again in the ruckus.” She ducks her head as she says it, scared of the reaction she’s about to get.

Alex and Lena have the same reaction, completely in sync they whisper shout. “Oh, shit!”

After the initial shock of the statement has set in, Alex pushes herself up onto her knees to crawl closer, a hand already reaching out to lift Kara’s shirt to see what they’re dealing with. A rush of blood pours out when she does.

“Kara, don’t panic but this is bad,” Alex informs her sister, who is looking anywhere but at her side, not wanting to see how bad it is for herself. “Here, we’ll move over, you need to lie down.”

They arrange her the best they can, Lena shrugging off her jacket so it can be balled up under Kara’s head.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really.” Now that she’s paying proper attention, Alex can see that Kara’s hands are shaking and her breathing, while regular, is a little bit too fast for her liking.

“I think you’re in shock. Just try and take deep breaths. ”Alex looks to Lena then, pulling her own jacket off to press it to Kara’s side, trying to slow the bleeding. “There must be a first aid kit somewhere in the building. I’m going to go and find one, you stay here and keep pressure on her wound. Don’t move.”

Before Lena can respond Alex is gone, leaving her alone with her bleeding girlfriend, unsure what to do and terrified to her core.

-

Lena holds Kara tightly in her arms, her eyes searching through the dark, praying that help will stumble upon them, preferably in the form of one Alex Danvers coming back with medical supplies but she will take any help she can get at this point, even if it means they get caught.

She is not ok with hiding up here with her girlfriend bleeding out in her arms just for the sake of not getting caught by Maxwell Lord of all people. She’ll handle that asshole when it comes to it but they’re getting out of here now.

“Alright, let’s get you up. We’re not waiting here for Alex, you need a doctor, and I don’t care if we have to go and hand ourselves over to the security guards to make that happen.” Lena begins to stand, her forearms already sliding beneath Kara’s arms to get ready to haul her up, but Kara pushes her arms away.

“Lower your voice, it’s not as bad as it looks, I think my stitches just tore when I climbed up here, so we just need to slow the bleeding a little, it looks worse than it is and I am more than capable of waiting for Alex to get the first aid kit, so sit your butt down and cuddle with me until she gets back.” Even in a whisper, Kara’s demanding voice is stern and makes Lena rethink her decision.

Lena gulps, suddenly unsure of what the best thing is to do. “I can’t just sit up here waiting when you’re hurt, Kara.”

“I was hurt before, I’ve just set it back a little bit, this is in no way life-threatening. I promise you that if I think it’s getting too bad, we will go down but until then we’re going to sit up here and let Alex do her thing. We just need to focus on waiting this out so we can make our great escape in the morning.”

Lena’s eyebrows furrow, still worried and reluctant but now more open to listening to Kara now that she has knocked her out of her full-blown panic mode. “Ok, but you have to keep pressure on it at all times and tell me if anything, and I mean anything, feels wrong.”

“Deal. Now, like I said, come cuddle. It will make me heal faster.” Kara pressed her hand to her stomach tighter noticing that the bleeding is already slowing and her blood id drying onto her stomach, crusting uncomfortably.

From what she saw from the brief look she got, Kara is certain that it isn’t too bad, just a tiny opening and the scabbed area around it also got torn off, letting it bleed freely down her stomach until it heals a little bit. Nothing to be overly concerned about in her book.

Lena does as she’s told to do, settling herself as close to Kara as she can get, urging her to lie back down again and getting herself as close to Kara as she can, laying her hand atop of Kara’s to make sure she is putting adequate pressure on her side, not that she doesn’t trust Kara to do it, she just needs to be able to do something.

Kara threads her fingers through Lena’s holding her hand tight with her own. “Try not to worry, I doubt Alex will be long, that woman is very good at her job. I saw her literally run up the wall in the office to get into the ceiling and it took her less than ten seconds to be completely hidden, it was both impressive and terrifying to watch.”

“Has she always been like that?” Lena shifts, lying down fully so she can curl around Kara, hoping to keep her warm even though she hasn’t expressed feeling cold.

Kara tilts her head, thinking. “Kind of, in a way. She’s always been super active and weird but for a long time she trained to be a doctor, and even worked in a hospital for a while but then she got recruited and so she started out as an agent. She’s been a lot happier than she used to be, she still works insane hours but nowhere near the shifts she used to pull because the hospital was so understaffed.”

Lena is surprised, she already knows that Alex is a trained medic but a doctor? That’s news to her. “I didn’t know that.”

Kara nods, mostly to herself. “Yeah, I barely saw her in those days, so I think it’s a win-win, she gets a good job that she loves, and I get to see my sister more often, even if she annoys the hell out of me.” She nudges Lena, a playful smile on her face. “You can be quite similar in that regard.”

“Hey!” Lena whispers in outrage. “I detest that.”

“It’s alright, I love you anyway.”

Lena’s whole face brightens with those words, not used to hearing them but thrilled that she gets to. “I love you too.”

They rest their foreheads together, basking in each other’s presence and the love that surrounds them. It almost makes them forget that they are currently hiding in a ceiling while Kara’s blood-soaked shirt clings to her skin uncomfortably.

Kara hums after a minute, drawing Lena’s attention. “I like the house we were in before, I think we should live there.”

Lena wasn’t expecting Kara to talk about them moving in together so soon after deciding on it, she thought that it would be something that they put on the back burner until they have the article published.

“Do you think you’ll feel safe there with everything that happened?”

 “I think so, we can just clear the place out and then redecorate so we’ll be sure that there is nothing malicious left behind. It would be nice decorating it with you, making the place ours.”

A slow smile spreads across Lena’s face. “That does sound nice.”

“I loved the décor in there before but while I was in there bored out of my mind, I used to spend the day mentally rearranging the furniture and planning on what wallpaper would look good where and such. It will be a whole new house when we’re done with it.”

Lena knows she should feel guilty for leaving Kara there to be bored and alone all that time but doesn’t regret doing what she thought was right to keep her safe. “You’ve got me sold.”

Kara smiles at her, wide and excited then her face morphs into one of clarity. “Oh! I almost forgot, I had a great idea too when we were waiting to be allowed back in the house after I found the camera.”

Lena gives her an incredulous look. “You have ideas at the oddest of times.”

“Thanks.”

“Ok, so what is it?” Lena can’t help but roll her eyes at the happy way Kara responded to her.

“What if we planted a little vegetable patch in the sunny spot down at the back of the garden?” Excitement is flowing through her blue eyes so brightly that it fills the dim space around them, enchanting Lena with every look.

It’s addicting, being around Kara with her optimism and never-ending positive outlook. “I think that would be amazing. We can even set up a greenhouse if you want?”

Lena is greeted with a look of pure love and adoration for that one and it makes her feel all gooey and tingly inside. She hopes to spend many years to come getting that look thrown her way.

“You’re incredible.”

Lena giggles a little bit, feeling like a blushing schoolgirl. “That’s funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you.”

That makes Kara giggle right along with her, her shoulders shaking with her laughter. “You’re a sap and I love you.”

“Whatever Danvers, that’s what all the girls say.” Lena drops her expression into one of indifference, a mask falling into place, well-practised and familiar.

“You totally didn’t just say that to me.” Kara turns her face away in mock despair, her fingers still looped into Lena’s own throughout their whole charade.

Playing along, Lena uses her free hand to turn Kara’s head back towards her gently, connecting their lips as soon as she’s within reaching distance.

It’s not deep and sensual, nor is it a chaste peck. It’s a playful twist of their lips, full of nibbles and smiles, all semblance of the outside world temporarily forgotten.

They get lost in it, with nothing on their radar’s except each other. That is until they hear a clatter coming from the room below them, shocking them out of their reverie.

They flinch back from one another, shocked that they could forget that they are literally hiding out, trying not to get caught. Lena holds a finger to her lips in the universal sign to be quiet, not that Kara was planning on saying anything anyway.

Each new clatter or bang below them makes the dread rising in them increase bit by awful bit. They don’t really have anywhere to go from here, not while Kara is hurt anyway because Lena won’t let her hurry off in case she hurts herself further.

It’s continuous, loud and abrasive. They can’t ignore it, as much as they really want to. They were just beginning to relax too, settling in for their wait and then this puts them right back on edge.

Kara swallows harshly, scared that they are going to get caught, that maybe the noises are from security looking for them and it is just a matter of time before they come looking for them up here. She’ll never forgive herself if they get caught all because of her and her stupid busted open stitch.

Also, where the hell has Alex gotten to? Surely she should be back by now, she’s been gone for a little while and she is the most capable of all of them.

Then, everything is silent.

Breath is caught in their throats. The shifting of a ceiling tile a little ways down captures their attention and not a word is uttered, not a muscle is moved as a head is poked up into their space, their face hidden by the darkness, the only light coming from the tiny gap where the tile is away from the frame.

Maybe they should shrink back and try to make themselves as small as possible in the hope that they won’t get spotted. Or maybe they should get up and try to escape. Or they could do the third option, which is exactly what they are doing now.

They stare at the person, waiting for their next move with bated breath. Frozen in a mix of shock and fear.

The wait isn’t long, but it feels like hours as the person ever so slowly pulls themselves up into the ceiling completely, blocking off any light in the space and heading in their general direction, clambering towards them with a grace that neither Kara nor Lena possessed earlier.

“Are you two playing dead or something?” Alex’s whispered tone cuts through the air, forcing them to suck in very much-needed gulps of oxygen.

Lena moves first, her body loosening and briefly resembling melting butter. “My god Alex! You scared the shit out of us!” There is no bite to her hushed tone, just exasperated relief.”

“Yeah, I got that, sorry. It took me a while because those idiots are everywhere trying to figure out what happened, their best guess so far is that a bird somehow got in and then magically escaped back out before anyone saw it.” Alex chuckles, pleased with the lack of intelligence of the guards.

Kara breathes out a relieved laugh, “that’s great, they won’t be looking for us then.”

“Nope, so that will make our exit at shift change remarkably easier, we can just slip out as all the interns come in, nobody ever remembers their faces and it will be early enough that nobody will care to look anyway.”

They share smiles around their little trio, but they all look a little sinister in the dark, so they bring a swift end to that.

Alex clambers over to them, sitting down on Kara’s other side. “Alrighty then, let’s take a look at this wound of yours.”

Alex digs a flashlight out of her pocket, flicking it on. It blinds Kara and Lena, making them squint.

“Wait. You had that this whole time and never thought to say anything?” Lena questions.

Alex shrugs nonchalantly. “I thought you’d be less likely to bone if you can’t see what you’re doing.”

“Alex, she’s injured!”

“I doubt that would stop her.”

-

Alex leans over, peeking through a tiny slit she’s created by lifting a tile up. Every so often she checks her watch, checking the time against the schedule she knows this building lives and breathes by. The shifts are about to switch, she knows that for certain.

Kara and Lena stand behind her, waiting patiently for Alex to give them the go-ahead. Kara’s hand unconsciously rests over her wound, taped up by her sister not long after she had taken a look and determined that not only is the wound not too bad, but most of the blood had clotted and stopped the bleeding majorly.

Kara had figured that might have been the case before Alex confirmed it and doesn’t think that she even really needed Alex to tape it up for her, but Lena wasn’t completely convinced by Alex’s determination of the injury and wouldn’t rest until Alex had done something other than simply cleaning it out for her.

Now that the shock has worn off and the adrenaline in her system has ebbed away because of their long wait, she’s starting to feel the pain of it, the soreness around the area and the tightness of her skin.

Lena sticks by her side, ready to help her at a moment’s notice if she needs any help at all, or even just help her because it will, selfishly, make her feel better for being able to do so.

Alex’s eyes are trained on the guards, watching them as they watch the clock, waiting for their time to leave so they can get home and go to bed, a sentiment that the ceiling gremlins hiding away above the poor guys share with them.

The instant the guards make a move and head for the stairs, Alex jumps into action, taking them along the frames, peeking down every so often to check where they are. When they get to an appropriate place, Alex lifts the tile completely and beckons Lena to come closer.

“You go first and then I’ll lower Kara down, you help her from the bottom.”

Lena nods right away, peeking down the hole and feeling reassured when she sees that they are hovering over a desk, so they don’t have to drop as far down.  She slides right down onto it with more ease than she expected before looking up and signalling that she’s ready for Kara to come down too.

She grasps onto her waist as she gets lowered, stabilising her once she’s on the desk then jumping down to help her get her feet onto solid ground. By the time she looks up again, the ceiling tile is back in place and Alex is right beside her, making her jump. Alex pays no mind though, just rushes out of the door, leaving them to hurry after her.

Alex is good, that they have to admit. They come out of the random office and are right by the stairs, dodging any cameras up here and giving them a clean shot down to the lower floors so they can merge with the interns.

She must have really done her homework when planning this heist because not only do they reach one of the lower floors just in time to mix in with the crowd of interns, but they actually pass the shift change guards as they are heading up to take the place of the night shift.

It takes no prompting for them to keep their faces low, but their postures relaxed, fitting into the growing crowd whilst masking their faces in case anyone thinks to check the cameras - which will probably happen when Lord notices that his files are missing.

They are out of the place quickly, taking the elevator the rest of the way down with a bunch of people that are way too tired to care about the new faces in there with them. The lobby is just as easy to pass, with not a single issue, which is a first for them.

The second they walk to Alex’s car, which she had parked several blocks away to be sure that it wasn’t spotted by anyone, and get in it, there is a huge weight lifted off of their shoulders.

Kara and Lena sink into the backseat while Alex drives. “Let’s not do that again.” Kara huffs.

“Agreed, next time I’ll just go on my own, you two cause me more headaches than I need. I’ve already accepted that you pair are sending me to an early grave.”

Lena pouts and lazily tugs her seatbelt in place, tapping Kara on the arm as she clicks it in place, so she looks over and sees, reminding her to put hers on too. “I would argue but I just really want to get back to your place and sleep for a million years.”

Alex smiles briefly, starting the car and moving off. “Alright, I’ll accept an IOU on the snarky comment.”

“Excellent, I’ll get it to you in approximately twelve hours.”

Kara giggles at the interaction, her eyes already drooping but eyeing Lena’s backpack with excitement nonetheless, a frantic need to tear it open and reveal the secrets of the folders to her now.

She’s kind of mad that Alex and Lena had voted not to read them up in the ceiling in case they saw anything that would make them need to go and trash the building in retaliation, that’s a risk they just could not take at that time.

Still, it will still be there after they get some shuteye and will still, most likely, be full of juicy secrets perfect for her article. If all goes well, there could be a full exposé on Ms Grant’s desk within a few days, probably delivered by Alex because Lena is probably going to force her to stay in bed forever because of her injury.

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Work of Art ~ Chapter 2/2

Marcus Pike x tattooed!fem!reader

Chapter 2/2

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: fluff, Marcus being the best boyfriend, reader’s boss is an asshole, attempted kidnapping, reader is a badass, hurt/comfort, happy ending

Notes: This part focuses less on the tattoos and has more drama because it’s me lol. Thank you to @we-can-be-himbos​ for beta reading as always! Moodboard made by me

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The sun hit your face as you stirred from your sleep. Marcus’ bed was soft and warm and you didn’t want to get up, but when you realized he wasn’t there you figured it was time to. It had been a few months since the first night you came to his place, and things couldn’t be better. Marcus was better than anyone you ever dated before, and always went out of his way to make you feel special. You quickly felt a strong connection to him for sure, and he felt the same about you.

Dates with Marcus Pike were always an adventure, even if it was just out to dinner. He loved to take you to museums and art shows. Of course he took you by his work to show you off too. He even went with you once while you got a new tattoo. You had even convinced him to get a small one of his own. The longer you dated him, the more nights you spent at his place; not that either of you had any complaints about that.

With a yawn and a stretch you rolled out of his bed and slipped on an oversized t-shirt that barely tickled your thighs. You stepped outside the bedroom and into the living/dining space where Marcus was focused on the stove in front of him. His back was turned so he didn’t see you yet. You saw that he only wore a pair of grey sweatpants and the sight in front of you made your mouth water.

Marcus must either have felt your gaze on him or heard you walk in because as you stepped closer, he turned around to face you. He let go of the handle of the pan where he worked on breakfast for you both and his eyes roamed all over your figure. You felt yourself heat up at the way he looked at you, especially how his eyes zeroed in on your bare legs.

It was no secret that Marcus Pike loved your tattoos. He always spent plenty of time tracing his fingers along the ink patterns in your skin and he always kissed all over the artwork that adorned your body. Marcus was especially fond of the ones on your thighs and hips, since he was the one that saw them more than anyone else.

“Morning,” his voice was still rough from sleep as he broke the silence in the room. Marcus didn’t hesitate to close the gap between your bodies and wrap his arms around you as he placed a series of soft kisses on your skin.

You giggled as you leaned into his touch, “Marcus don’t forget about the pan there,” you said between kisses.

He blindly reached behind him until he felt the knob and shut the stove off. Marcus was too focused on you to care if he burned the food. “You’re a better breakfast anway,” his voice was low as he groaned into your skin. Still, you felt the grin on his lips as he pressed them against you.

“Marcus!” you couldn’t help but laugh at his cheesy line.

He responded with a heated kiss on your lips as he backed you up against the kitchen counter. With his arms around your waist, Marcus leaned his body into yours now that the counter supported your weight. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him in as close as you could as you wrapped one of your legs around his thigh.

You kissed each other sloppily but passionately, and you both quickly got lost in each other’s lips. Marcus kept one hand firmly on your hip while the other trailed down your side and ran over your bare thigh. He stroked the skin of your thigh a few times before he ran his hand up and gave your ass a firm squeeze. The feeling of his large hand on your skin made you sigh into his mouth, and you felt Marcus grin against your lips. The two of you were content to stay like that, or even go back into the bedroom, but the sound of your phone interrupted.

“Ignore it,” you spoke against his lips as you pulled Marcus back in for another kiss. You moaned into his mouth as you rocked your hips against his and you felt the rumble of his low groan against your chest.

But when your phone rang again, Marcus broke away with a disappointed look on his face, “Maybe you should answer it.”

With a sigh, you decided to see who it was since it was unusual for someone to call you so much. Your face turned into a scowl when you saw it was your boss, Rodderick. “Hey Rod,” you put on your fake voice and used the nickname he hated just to annoy him.

“I need you to come in today,” he sounded irritated, but he usually did with you so it was hard to tell the difference. He had no real reason to dislike you, yet for some reason he always gave you a hard time. You did your job very well, and you even got promoted to head concierge in the years you worked there. At least the owners of the hotel liked you even if the manager didn’t.

“Rodderick, you know this is my day off. I can’t,” you dropped your voice as you didn’t bother to hide your annoyance.

Marcus watched your face with a frown as you went back and forth with your boss a few times before you hung up the phone. “Are you going in?”

“No way,” your face brightened up when you met his eyes, “This is our one day off together this week, I’m not giving that up,” you wrapped your arms around him again and kissed him softly. Kisses with Marcus Pike were always just what you needed, and you craved them all the time.

Marcus held you close again as he leaned into your kiss, just as addicted to you as you were to him. But, in the back of his mind, something still bothered him, “You know, I could put in a good word for a job around the office for you,” he suggested tentatively when he broke away, “I hate seeing you deal with him.”

From day one, Marcus hated the way your boss treated you. He noticed it right away, and though he tried to do what he could to help, there wasn’t much he could do for you. Marcus had offered to help you find another job before, but you always turned him down. You told him that it was hard for you to leave that place after having been there for so long, and you finally got the promotion you tried for and you didn’t want to leave so soon after getting it. Marcus understood, but always kept an eye on you regardless. There was something about Rodderick that gave him a bad feeling.

“It’s fine,” you couldn’t help the way your heart flipped in your chest at his concern for you, “Don’t worry about me.”

Marcus looked at you with a light in his eyes as he cupped your face, “I always worry baby.” 

The two of you stayed still for some time as you just looked into each other’s eyes. You clung to his shoulders as if you would fall over if you let go. The tension in the air became palpable, and there was a thought on both your minds that hung in the air between you. Marcus rubbed his thumb over your cheek a few times and you leaned into his touch. The adoration in his eyes as he looked at you made you melt and you felt like you could cry from the rush of emotions that ran through you.

“I love you,” Marcus confessed bluntly.

Your eyes went wide as you gasped.

“I know we haven’t been together long, and I’ve been told I move too fast before,” he felt the need to explain himself as he rambled on when you stayed silent, “But what I feel for you…” he said your name, “Baby I can’t help it. I’ve fallen for you. And it’s ok if you can’t say it back yet but I…”

“I love you too, Marcus,” you cut him off in a hushed whisper as you tightened your grip on him. Marcus had told you about his past relationships, and you quickly wondered why anyone would let his man go. But it was their loss, and you found yourself lucky that he chose you to be with now. You were determined to succeed where the others failed, and you knew from the first night that you spent with him that you didn’t want to be with anyone else.

This time, it was Marcus’ turn to be stunned into silence, and he just stared into your face with an open mouth. But he soon recovered and swept you up into his arms again and kissed you like your lives depended on it. You giggled into the kiss as you let yourself get swept away by this wonderful man that you fell in love with.

“So how about we enjoy our day off then?” 

*

The next day, you found that you didn’t want to go into work. You would rather just spend another day alone with Marcus, but life dictated that you both needed to go into work. You both made plans for a weekend getaway soon, so you had that to look forward to at least. And even though you dreaded facing Rodderick after your phone conversation the previous day, nothing could bring your spirits down.

You stepped into the lobby in your work uniform and a big grin on your face. You quickly got yourself set up for the day and greeted your coworkers. It was another quiet day, not too many check ins or check outs on the schedule. This was the slower season for your hotel anyway, so it wasn’t anything to be concerned about. But your mood was brought down when Rodderick called your name from his office.

With a sigh, you made sure the others were alright on their own before you headed into the office, “Everything ok, boss?” you decided not to push his buttons today. You were in a good mood, and you didn’t want to argue with him right now.

He sat at his desk and held his head in his hands, “I don’t ask for much from you,” he sighed, “And yet I’m constantly disappointed.”

So this was how it was going to be, “Rodderick, yesterday was my only day off this week. I do my job well, the owner likes me, I never call out…”

“Yeah, well I still shouldn’t have hired you,” he cut you off, “You and the disgusting way you mutilate your body with those tattoos,” you swallowed hard and tensed your body but stayed silent, “I’m surprised your FBI boyfriend can stand to look at you naked.”

“Ok that’s crossing a line,” you spat back, “My personal life is none of your business, and you better stop there before I go to HR and tell them what you said.”

That shut him up and he dismissed you. So much for your good mood.

*

The rest of the morning was uneventful, and Rodderick avoided you for the most part. You were more than ok with that though, and you wondered what would happen if you told Marcus what he said. You knew your boyfriend would be angry and insist you quit your job. You also didn’t want him to worry so much about you and put himself on the line for you. His own job was stressful enough without having to worry about yours.

But as you kept an eye on your boss’s behavior throughout the day, you noticed that he was acting strange. Truthfully, his behavior had been off ever since the theft and he definitely was shorter with you since then. But the past week or so he seemed to look over his shoulder more and had more meetings with men that gave you the creeps. 

You had a strange feeling something was up with him.

So, when he stepped out of his office for a meeting, you slipped in to see what you could find out. His desk was a mess, but that was nothing new. Quietly, you thumbed through the papers until you found something odd. Near the bottom was the contact information of the man who was arrested for stealing the painting from the lobby months ago. 

You furrowed your brows and looked at the computer screens, where the security camera footage was displayed on one. On the other monitor, you clicked through a few things until you found the footage from the night of the theft, and you found that the footage was tampered with. And it looked like Rodderick was messing with more recent footage as well, as if he was trying to figure out how to edit the timeline.

Something felt off, and you quickly pulled out your phone and took pictures of everything you could before you set everything as close to where it was before you messed with it. Hopefully it would be good enough that Rodderick wouldn’t notice that you went through his things. 

You slipped out of his office just in time and as you took the first few steps out, your boss came around the corner from the concerference room. He gave you a questioning look, but you didn’t say anything and went back to your computer. As soon as Rodderick went into his office, you pulled your phone out and sent the photos to Marcus. Surprisingly, he replied almost immediately with a text that said “call me.”

With an excuse that you needed a restroom break, you slipped away again and locked yourself in the bathroom at the far end of the hall to put some distance between you and Rodderick. As soon as the door was locked, you called your boyfriend’s number and he picked up after the first ring.

“Is everything ok? How did you find this?” Marcus couldn’t hide the worry in his voice. He knew right away what the pictures you sent meant, and immediately his first concern was for your safety.

“Yeah I’m ok,” your heart pounded with nerves, “I don’t know, Rodderick was acting weird, so when he went to meet with this electrician I snuck into his office and found that. It’s odd, Marcus, even for him,” you tried to keep your voice down in case your boss tried to spy on you.

Marcus didn’t want to say anything to you until he was sure, but the investigation into the theft at your job was not closed. They caught the guy who did it, but there were too many unanswered questions. Even after the agents interviewed him, they still had more questions than answers. But your photos made everything click in his head.

“Listen to me,” he tried to keep his voice calm for your sake, “We’ve been investigating and we think your boss had something to do with the robbery,” he heard you gasp but he kept going, “But we didn’t have concrete proof until now,” he quickly explained that Rodderick had gotten himself into debt with some shady people and tried to hire the thief to steal the art piece to pay it off. And with what you found, all the pieces fit. But now that meant you were involved, and it was the last thing Marcus wanted.

He continued, “I’m coming to you with a small team. I want you to stay away from Rodderick until I get there ok?” Marcus’ voice was serious and you heard the slight tremble in it that told you he was worried. He knew you couldn’t stay hidden in the bathroom, so the next best thing was to act as if everything was fine until he got there, “I’ll be there soon, baby.”

“Ok,” was all you should whisper back, “I love you Marcus,” you added in a hushed voice.

“I love you too,” Marcus replied back with your name before he hung up.

Your hands trembled from nerves, but you had to keep yourself level until he could get there. You knew he would be as fast as he could, so you just had to pretend everything was ok until then. Just before you unlocked the bathroom door, though, you grabbed your phone again and turned on the recording function before you slipped it into your pocket. You weren’t sure why, but a voice in your head told you to do it, so you did. 

With a deep breath, you flicked the lock. Everything will be ok, you told yourself.

But the momentary calm soon vanished when you were met with Rodderick’s face right as you opened the bathroom door. You jumped with a gasp before you collected yourself again.

“Rodderick! I didn’t see you there,” you tried to play off your nerves as you moved to go back to your desk.

However, he didn’t let you and he grabbed onto your arm before you took more than two steps. “Let’s talk,” his voice was low and threatening and immediately the nerves took hold of you again.

“I need to get back…”

“They’re fine without you,” he insisted, “You and I need to have a little chat,” Rodderick pulled you down the hall and used his master key to open an empty guest room and pushed you inside. He stayed in the doorway to block your exit as he ushered you into the room.

“Something wrong?” you asked as you played dumb and hoped that he wasn’t suspicious of you. Although you knew that was a fleeting possibility from the rage in his eyes.

“Why were you in my office?”

“I uhh…needed some paperwork,” you tried to come up with a convincing lie.

He paused for a moment, “Then why were your hands empty when you left?” 

You took a deep breath, “Couldn’t find it.”

“What about your bathroom phone call?” his eyes bore into you and you suddenly felt so helpless.

“That’s personal,” was all you said.

For some reason, Rodderick’s face twisted into a smile, “You’re a terrible liar. You think you’d do better dating a FBI agent and all,” he paced and you remained silent as you waited for an opportunity to bolt, “Your love life really complicated things for me, you know that,” suddenly his tone was pointed again as he stopped, “I know you figured something out. You’re smarter than I give you credit for, I'll give you that.”

Still, you said nothing.

“Can’t really frame someone who is fucking an FBI agent,” his confession caught you off guard and for the first time you showed a reaction. Rodderick grinned darkly, “I needed the money. I got myself in with some people I shouldn’t have. And because I don’t like you I was going to rig it so you took the fall. Two birds one stone thing. But you can’t frame someone when they’re with a fed all the time.”

“So you were behind the theft?” your voice was weak but you tried to keep yourself strong.

“I knew you figured it out. You acted funny ever since I caught you leaving my office.”

When Rodderick lunged for you, you ducked and ran towards the door. You only hoped that your phone picked up his words as you moved as fast as you could towards the lobby. You heard your boss shout your name behind you, and you ran as fast as you could. He couldn’t dare hurt you while on the premises, but he could easily force you into his car and take you somewhere where he could possibly do something.

Luckily for you, just as you reached the lobby, Marcus and his team burst through the front door with weapons in their hands. He spotted you immediately and extended one arm out to you where you ran right into him. Marcus held you tight against him with one arm while the other pointed his gun at Rodderick, who hadn’t noticed the team yet.

A chorus of, “Freeze, FBI!” rang through the lobby as several agents pointed their weapons at your boss. 

Immediately he froze and put his hands up in surrender. But before the agents were able to cuff him, he lunged for you one last time with a “You bitch!” 

Marcus quickly pushed you behind him so he could shield you with his body and his team was able to restrain Rodderick in no time. From behind Marcus, you shook with adrenaline as you clung to his jacket. It wasn’t until the rest of the team took your now former boss outside that you finally let yourself exhale.

“Hey,” Marcus turned around and spoke your name in a gentle voice, “You alright?” He wrapped one arm around you and placed his other hand on your face to inspect your expression. When you were quiet, he said your name again and the look in your eyes nearly destroyed him. He had never seen you look that afraid before and he never wanted to see you look like that again. 

“I’m ok,” your voice was weak, “Shaken, but ok,” you tried to chuckle, but it fell flat.

“I got you baby,” he wrapped both arms around you this time and held you tight against him, “You’re safe,” Marcus kissed the top of your head, “I’m sorry baby, I should have told you. I should have gotten here sooner.”

That was when you realized that Marcus Pike was just as scared as you were. He hid it better than you did, but you heard the way his voice shook and you felt the way he trembled. He really did love you, more than anything. And his fear for your safety proved it in that moment.

“I’m ok Marcus,” you repeated in a stronger voice, “Can we just get out of here?”

“Anything you want, baby.”

It broke protocol for sure, but Marcus didn’t care. All he cared about was you, so he took you back to his place and made sure you knew you were safe. He was quiet at first, but you knew he was going to ask about what happened, so you recounted the whole experience for him. The whole time, Marcus held you close and kept his gun closeby just in case. Whether it was for your peace of mind or his, neither of you were completely sure.

A few days went by until you were able to get back to your normal self, and Marcus barely left your side the entire time. He worked on the paperwork and followed up on the case from home where he could keep an eye on you. He also made sure that your work was aware you would be out for some time. Marcus sat at his computer with files all over his desk while you were in the shower. He was happy you got back to a somewhat normal routine fairly quickly, and you attributed that to his watchful gaze. Being around him definitely helped you feel safe again.

“Marcus,” you voice cut through his thoughts and he looked up to see you in the doorway in a tank top and sweatpants. You looked better today, like the life finally returned to your eyes and for that, Marcus was grateful.

He stood right away and crossed the room to you, “Everything ok, baby?”

You smiled warmly, the first genuine smile in days, “I’m fine.”

“Come, sit,” he guided you to the couch where he sat you both down and pulled you onto his chest. The sound and feel of his heartbeat was a comfort that helped you enormously in the past few days. Not to mention his warm, safe embrace and his sweet words that he always spoke in your ear as you fell asleep.

“I think I’m ready to go back to work,” you told him as you felt his hand run up and down your body. Your own hands played with the bunched fabric of his shirt as you spoke.

“You sure?” Marcus didn’t want you to push yourself, and he would be there for you for whatever you needed. True, you weren’t in as bad a situation as you could have been, but any situation where you were in the slightest bit of danger was too much for Marcus. But you were strong, he knew that. He also knew that you wouldn’t want to stay cooped up in his place forever. 

“I’m sure,” the certainty was clear in your voice.

“Is there any way I can convince you to work at my office?” Marcus was only half joking, “I can put you in another department if you’d rather so it’s not weird for you,” when you were quiet he added, “I just want you safe, baby.”

You were quiet for some time as you thought it over, “I know,” you finally spoke in a whisper, “But I guess I have a knack for investigating though, so it doesn’t sound like it would be terrible…”

Marcus shifted you both so you sat up, “You mean it?” The look in his eyes made you melt and you couldn’t say no to him even if you wanted to. You bit your lip and nodded and he hugged you tightly. “Thank you,” he whispered into your ear, “And no one will give you a hard time about your tattoos. I promise.”

That made you both burst into laughter. It was nice for Marcus to hear your laugh again and he nuzzled you as he kissed wherever he could. It would be a change, but it was nothing you couldn’t handle. And with Marcus Pike at your side, you knew you could handle anything. 

“I love you baby,” he spoke low in your ear.

“I love you too Marcus.” 

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The Illusion (part 2)

Summary: Reader’s secrets are revealed during the worst funeral ever. Five returns with some not so great news.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Umbrella Academy!Reader

Warnings: Umbrella Academy spoilers I guess?

Word Count: 7k

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Earlier that morning

“So what’s with the early meeting, Hotch? I thought we had the weekend off.” Derek dropped into a seat in the briefing room. The only person still missing was Y/N.

“A high profile case came up. The director wants us to look into it. As discreetly as possible.” Hotch pressed a button on the clicker and a picture of Reginald Hargreeves came onto the screen.

“Shouldn’t we wait for Y/N?” Spencer asked.

“And aren’t the news reports saying he died of natural causes?” Emily added.

“Y/N is taking a few days off, so she won’t be coming with us. I’ll give her an update on the case when we get there, so she is aware of it,” Hotch answered, his face stoic. “The coroner says Hargreeves died of heart failure. The director wants us to go in and determine whether there’s anything pointing towards foul play that the local PD missed. Considering who Hargreeves and his children are, there’s bound to be some conspiracy theorists who say he was murdered.”

“Wouldn’t the presence of the FBI just make them think that the government killed him and we’re there to cover it up?” Emily asked.

“The idea is that if both the FBI and his children say that he died of natural causes, the conspiracy theorists will have to believe it. If the government killed him, his children wouldn’t let that go. If someone else killed him, we find out who. We treat this like it’s any other case.”

“Are his children suspects?” Derek asked carefully. Hotch levelled his gaze at him.

“They grew up as vigilantes working outside the law. At least one of them still does that. They all have reasons to be upset with their father. We can’t rule them out.”

“I can’t believe I’m finally meeting the Umbrella Academy and I have to investigate them for murder,” Derek muttered as he flipped through the file.

“I can’t believe Y/N isn’t going to be there,” Spencer sighed. Immediately, everyone’s eyes were either rolling or staring at him.

“Maybe you should just ask her out already,” JJ suggested in a tone that made it clear she had made the suggestion before.

“You take her on enough dates,” Derek teased. Spencer’s face grew red, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he sped through the files.

The varying levels of knowledge about each member of The Umbrella Academy was strange. On the one hand was Allison, who was now famous enough that everyone knew everything about her life, and Vanya, who had revealed everything about her childhood in her tell-all book. On the other hand was The Illusion, who had left the team when she was 17. Nothing was known about her, not even her name. Even the other three didn’t have a lot about them in the files. One never left The Umbrella Academy. One was a vigilante. One was in and out of rehab pretty regularly.

Based on what they did know about Hargreeves’s adopted children, it could be difficult getting anything from them if they were hiding anything. Based on their childhood, it would be doubtful that they would turn one of their own over to outsiders, even if one of them did kill their father. It was more likely that they would sort it out amongst themselves after pushing the outsiders away. That would make the BAU’s job difficult.

“Wheels’ up in 30.”

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“Nice house,” Emily commented as she, Derek, and Spencer got out of the car. They had been sent to talk to Hargreeves’s kids, while the rest of the team set up at the local PD. The three FBI agents walked up the steps and knocked on the door. They waited for a minute, but there was no answer, so Derek knocked again, harder this time.

The door flew open. “Can I help you?”

Spencer blinked in surprise. Standing before them was Allison Hargreeves. Spencer was normally pretty lost when it came to celebrities, but Y/N had taken him to a few of her movies over the years. Even though he knew that he would probably meet her during the case, it was strange to see her in person.

“FBI, ma’am,” Derek said, showing her his badge. Emily and Spencer followed suit. Allison’s eyes widened and it looked, Spencer thought, like she was worried about something. “We’re here to investigate your father’s death.”

“My father died of natural causes. That’s what the coroner told us.” Voices floated through the door. It sounded like some people in the house were having a very loud conversation.

“That’s what the coroner told us too. We’re just here to make sure local PD didn’t miss anything that could set the conspiracy theorists off. Stop them before they can really start,” Emily explained.

“Do you have to do it now?” Allison asked. “We were in the middle of trying to plan a memorial for our father.”

“We realize that this is a difficult time for your family. However, we really need to take a look around before the scene is any more contaminated than it already is,” Derek said. The voices coming from inside the house were growing louder.

“You think one of us did it, don’t you?” Spencer hadn’t noticed the woman standing behind Allison. Vanya, the normal one. She didn’t sound surprised or angry, like Spencer had expected. She just looked weary. Allison too didn’t look shocked by the news that they were suspects. It was like someone already told her.

“I think it would be better if you came back tomorrow,” Allison said firmly. “This has all been a shock to us. We just want to spread our father’s ashes and then get back to our lives.”

“We’d like to look around now. We won’t disturb you until you tell us that you’re ready to talk to us, but we really need to look at the scene now. We have a warrant.” Emily held up the warrant. Allison and Vanya looked at it with distaste, but didn’t say anything. They were trying to figure out a way to get them to leave.

The voices suddenly became screams coming from inside the house. Probably cause. Derek and Emily immediately had their guns drawn and were making their way towards the noise. Spencer followed slightly behind them. They reached what appeared to be the main living room. Two men were screaming, clutching their heads. On the ground, her back to the FBI agents, was a familiar figure. Spencer couldn’t see her face, but it looked so much like Y/N. The hair. The posture. But it couldn’t be her.

Allison made her way in front of the agents. She shook her head slightly, like she was a mom about to have to deal with misbehaving kids. “I heard a rumor that you stopped.”

Immediately, the two men collapsed on the floor. A third man was at the woman’s side quickly, keeping her from falling completely onto the floor. He handed her a drink, which she drank quickly.

“Remind me not to mess with Y/N again,” one man said. Y/N? It couldn’t actually be Y/N. It was just a coincidence.

“I guess I got a little carried away.” That was definitely Y/N’s voice. And the laugh that followed was Y/N’s laugh. Spencer looked in shock at Derek and Emily. Their eyes were wide as the two men started to laugh with Y/N.

“Y/N?” Spencer asked before he could stop himself.

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You stared in shock at Spencer. Emily and Derek were next to him. It didn’t make any sense, though. There was no reason for them to be here. From the looks on their faces it didn’t look like they were expecting to see you either. Which meant, you realized, that they were here to investigate your father’s death.

“You can’t be serious, Luther.” Evidently Diego came to the same conclusion. “I mean, you got detectives here? Or PIs? You’re really that sure that one of us killed Dad.”

“Diego,” Luther responded harshly. “I didn’t hire any PIs. I don’t know who these people are.” Diego’s eyes widened. He and Luther both stood up quickly. Klaus helped you up. Your legs were still a bit shaky, but you tried not to let it show.

“FBI,” Derek said. The three of them showed their badges. Spencer was still staring at you. Emily and Derek were trying to focus on your brothers, but their eyes kept glancing at you every few seconds.

“Oh, maybe you know my sister-”

“Klaus,” Luther and Diego both interjected quickly.

“-my sister Allison,” Klaus corrected himself. “She’s very famous. Do you know of her?”

“Don’t worry, Klaus,” you said. “They’re on the BAU. Agents Derek Morgan and Emily Prentiss and Dr. Spencer Reid. My coworkers.” You looked awkwardly between the two groups. “And these are my siblings. It looks like you’ve met Vanya and Allison. This is Luther, Diego, and Klaus.”

It was very awkward watching your friends meet your siblings. These were two groups that were never supposed to meet. Derek quickly explained that they were going to look around the house and then talk to each of you individually. It seemed like their presence made your siblings remember why you all were mad at each other in the first place. Once Derek was done talkings, you all started to go off in your own way.

“Y/L/N,” Derek called, stopping you. You sighed and grabbed a bottle of some kind of fancy alcohol from the bar before going over to your friends. You ignored the looks when you took a drink directly from the bottle. You knew what they were going to try.

“We couldn’t say anything while the rest of your siblings were here, but we obviously know that you didn’t do anything, so-”

“Morgan, stop,” you said. You were suddenly so tired. What you wanted more than anything was to just be alone. You couldn’t deal with whatever angle the BAU was trying to play. “Yes, I was with you guys working a case when he died, but I could have helped plan it. I could be helping to cover it up. I could very easily be an accessory. Not that there’s anything to be an accessory to, but whatever. I know that the team has a job to do, but I don’t want to know what it is and I don’t want you playing games with me. I’m not here as a member of the BAU, but don’t try to establish a connection with me like I’m some random victim. I just want to get through this memorial and then get back to my life. So whenever you want to talk to me about why I hated my father and what I think about my siblings, I’ll be in the courtyard.”

Without a second glance, you walked away, grabbing a second bottle on your way out. This was certainly not how you expected the day to go. You sank to the ground once you reached the gazebo, taking another couple sips from a bottle. It was hard enough dealing with all of your siblings, but now you had to deal with the fact that your team was investigating your family.

Music started playing. Coming from Luther’s room, no doubt. He had done something to his record player when you were children so it played so loudly that you could hear it throughout the house. It drove you crazy when you were young, but now it made a small smile tug at your lips as you shook your head.

It was such a familiar occurrence when you were younger. An argument would break out during training or lessons. You all would go off on your own to cool down. Someone would start playing music or watching TV or playing a game. Normally the noise would cause someone to get even more mad. More often than not it was you yelling at Luther to turn down the music. It was one of the few things you and Diego always agreed on. There was something nice about it now though. Something familiar.

Another drink and you were on your feet, swaying slightly to the music. Before you knew it, you were dancing around the gazebo. It didn’t matter that your siblings were somewhere and might think that you were crazy if they saw you. It didn’t matter that your coworkers could walk out at any minute and would definitely think that you were crazy.

CRACK

Thunder started booming around you as a strange blue light grew. A temporal anomaly, if you had to guess. Maybe a black hole. You backed up quickly as the doors behind you opened and your siblings came rushing out.

“What is it?”

“Don’t get too close!”

You huddled together. Then, Klaus came running out and chucked a fire extinguisher into it.

“Well what’s that going to do?” you asked, pulling him away from the light. Some part of your brain registered your friends come running out too.

“I don’t know,” Klaus responded. “Do you have a better idea?”

You all watched in disbelief as a figure seemed to start emerging from the blue thing. An old man, but you didn’t recognize him. Before your eyes, his face began looking younger and younger until-

“Five?” you whispered in disbelief as the small figure dropped to the ground. As suddenly as it started, the thunder and blue light stopped.

“Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?” Klaus asked as you all moved closer to what appeared to be your missing brother.

Your brother’s explanations made more sense to you than they did to the rest of your siblings. From a young age, your father had decided that you were the smart one, so you knew all about his theories about time travel. You had tried to figure out yourself what had happened to Five after he disappeared, but you had never quite been able to fully wrap your head around the nuances of time travel. 

What made slightly less sense was how nonchalant Five was. Sure, he was 58 now, but he was also your brother who hadn’t seen you in years. Yet, he acted like he couldn’t care less that he was back with his family now. It made you think that there was something Five wasn’t telling you all. Part of you was tempted to press Five about it, but it wouldn’t do any good. Even as a child, Five had been stubborn. All of that time in the future would only have made him more so.

“Well,” Luther said as Five left the kitchen, “that was interesting.” Interesting was certainly one way to describe it.

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“Y/N, why didn’t you tell us about your family?”

You regretted getting ready for the memorial so quickly. After changing into a different outfit because the one you had been wearing got dirty during the little fight earlier, you had gone to sit in the living room. That’s where Hotch had found you.

Apparently Derek had called him after they found out you were one of the Hargreeves siblings. Now you were sitting across from him in the living room. Spencer, Emily, and Derek were also perched around. You weren’t sure if they were all there because they felt like they needed to be close, or if they were just all curious.

“I didn’t think it mattered, Hotch.”

“You didn’t think it mattered?”

“If I had known that the team was going to investigate my father’s death, I would have told you before I left. It’s never affected a case before. I never thought it would.”

“You see anything wrong with using a false background to get into the FBI?” Hotch pushed.

“Everything from college onward is true. I use a fake last name and a fake childhood. I don’t think that really changes anything. I’ve still been a member of the BAU for years.”

“You realize that it looks bad that you didn’t tell us.”

“Hotch, I really thought that there would never be a need for anyone to know.”

“You didn’t think that we should know that you have powers?”

You sighed and rubbed your head tiredly before taking another few gulps from the bottle still clutched in your hand.

“Maybe you should take it easy on the booze,” Emily suggested cautiously.

“My father just died. I have to deal with my crazy siblings. And now I’m being questioned by my friends. I think I more than deserve this.” You didn’t drink much normally, even when the team went out together. Some part of your father’s “You must always be prepared for danger” teachings had stuck with you, despite your best efforts to forget them, so you knew it was alarming for your friends to see you drinking so much. It was only with your siblings that you allowed yourself to let go. That way if your father somehow appeared to lecture you, he would have to focus on all of your siblings rather than just you.

“I never told you guys about my power because it doesn’t affect how I do my work. Today was the first time I’ve used my powers in years. Besides when Klaus visits and I talk to Ben.”

“Ben?” Spencer asked. “Isn’t he dead?”

“Doesn’t matter.” You waved your hand to emphasize moving past it. Spencer’s brow stayed furrowed. “I’ve never used my power on a suspect. I know that you guys were talking about how reading someone’s mind would be helpful when interrogating a suspect, but I’ve never done that. I do my job just like the rest of you.”

You stared into Hotch’s eyes, forcing yourself not to break eye contact. You knew what he was wondering. What they were all wondering. It was another reason you never told them about your powers. It was bad enough growing up with your siblings always wondering. You didn’t want to have to deal with your coworkers not trusting you too.

“I’ve never read your mind either,” you said quietly. You glanced at Derek and Emily before your eyes landed on Spencer. “Any of you. I’d never do that. I wouldn’t invade your privacy like that.”

“We’ll need to speak more about this back at Quantico. I’m sure they’ll want to do an investigation about this. But let’s move on.”

“Your brother Diego said that your brother Luther thinks one of your siblings killed your father,” Derek said. You rolled your eyes. “You don’t agree?”

“No, I don’t. The coroner’s report says heart failure. It looks legit.”

“You’ve seen the coroner’s report?” Emily asked.

“Diego stole it from the coroner’s office,” you told her. “He does stuff like that sometimes. The point is, I looked over the scene. No forced entry. No sign of a struggle. Luther thinks that someone killed Dad because he doesn’t want to admit that Dad died because that would mean that he has to move on. If someone killed Dad, then there’s a new mission for The Umbrella Academy, so he can hold on for a little bit longer. The rest of us, except for Vanya kind of, have moved on. We have real lives. I bet none of us, except for Luther, even remember the last time we talked to our father.”

“It doesn’t sound like you think too highly of Luther,” Derek prodded.

You thought about it for a few seconds. There was no way that your friends could really understand what it was like for you all growing up like you had. “Luther is Number One. Dad never let him forget it, so Luther never let us forget it. Even now, when the rest of us have left the team and moved on, Luther still feels the need to act like Number One. I think it’s annoying. I always have. At first, maybe it was because I was jealous because I was ranked so low. Now, it’s because I just want him to grow up, get a life, and stop trying to control ours. We all deserve to be happy. I just wish Luther would realize that before it’s too late.”

“Is it normal for your siblings to speak for each other like you speak for them?”

“Dad valued us more as a unit than as individuals. When we were young we all spoke for each other because we really didn’t know that we were different people. As we got older and began to develop our own personalities, they all stopped. Growing up, I always spoke for my siblings because I knew how they felt. I spent as much time in their heads as I did in my own. I know how they think. I knew how they were feeling about everything. I haven’t read their minds in years, but I know what they thought. I can still guess what they’re thinking now.”

“Did your siblings ever resent your father for making you train on each other?” Hotch asked.

 You scoffed. The memories flashed in your head. The hand to hand combat. The agility courses. The survival training. The foreign languages. Everything. You were a master of martial arts by the time you were 6. You were fluent in 5 languages by the age of 4. You had a handful of PhDs by the time you were 13. 

“Of course. We were children being forced to fight against each other and with each other. We would have much rather been going to school and playing sports or doing anything normal kids do. He stole our childhoods, which is why we all left. He wouldn’t take our adulthoods too.”

“Y/N?” Allison stood in the doorway. “It’s time.”

“Except for today.” You stood slowly. You met your friends’ eyes one more time. “He’s taking today.”

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Of course it was raining. You all filed out into the courtyard. Klaus had managed to find a clear umbrella somewhere. Very Klaus. Luther and Diego had both forgone umbrellas for some reason. You could sense your friends standing at a window, watching you all. You tried to reign your consciousness in, but it seemed like confining it to just your mind was too claustrophobic suddenly. It was like you had remembered what it had felt like to use your powers and now they wanted more room to stretch.

You would box it all back up in the back of your mind later. Reginald would have loved it though. Even from the grave he was influencing your life.

“Did something happen?” You felt a stab of worry at your mother’s question. It didn’t take a mindreader to know that Diego was lying when he said that she just needed to recharge. Leaving your mother here with just your father and Pogo had always made you feel guilty. As far as you knew, her whole purpose was to take care of you and your siblings. What would your father do if he no longer saw a use for her? And now that your father was gone, what would she do? She and Pogo were now without a purpose, as far as you knew. If she needed maintenance, who would fix her?

Those were questions for later though.

You watched as Luther poured your father’s ashes out. They landed in a pile on the ground. You nodded slightly as you stared at them. Even in death, your father was being difficult. No doubt he wanted your siblings to have to clean it up and do it again, but right this time.

“Probably would have been better with some wind,” Luther noted. You all stood around for a second, unsure of what to do next.

“Does anyone wish to speak?” You avoided eye contact with everyone else. You had nothing kind to say about your father, but you wouldn’t make a fuss now. Pogo sighed before he started to speak. It was strange listening to what Pogo said. Somehow, despite everything that Pogo had seen, he remained loyal to your father. You could feel Diego reaching the end of his string. “He leaves behind a complicated legacy-”

“He was a monster.” Diego said simply. Beside you, Klaus laughed. “He was a bad person and a worse father. The world’s better off without him.”

“Diego!” Allison interrupted.

“My name is Number Two.” That made Allison snap her mouth shut. She couldn’t argue that, to your father, you all were just numbers, ranked by how useful you were to him. “Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man that he was.”

“You should stop talking now.” Diego glared at Luther, who returned the look. Of course one fight wasn’t enough for them. There had to be another. You and Allison met eyes, silently agreeing to stay out of it.

“He had to ship you a million miles away.”

“Diego, stop talking.”

“That’s how much he couldn’t stand the sight of you.” Luther batted away the finger that was pushing into his chest before swinging at Diego. Allison rolled her eyes. Vanya guided your mother away from the two. Klaus tried to shield you and Five, but you both pushed him off. Pogo sighed and walked off as the blows increased in power. The door behind you opened. Probably your teammates coming out to make sure no one got killed.

“Hit him! Hit him!” Klaus cheered. He grabbed your hand and squeezed. You laughed and joined in his calls. “Five bucks on Luther.”

You considered the offer. As quick and strong as Diego was, he was no match for the new monkey Luther. “Ten bucks Diego pulls a knife pretty soon.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Five muttered. You almost followed him inside, wondering what he was talking about, but you weren’t going to miss the end of this fight.

Diego managed to dodge out of Luther’s way, causing Luther to knock over the statue of Ben that your father had made after his death.

“And there goes Ben’s statue,” Allison sighed, turning to go back inside.

“Good thing Ben’s not here to see that,” Klaus muttered to you. You frowned slightly, a little upset that Ben wasn’t there.

“Diego, no,” Vanya yelled when Diego pulled a knife out. You cheered as Klaus groaned. The knife sliced the edge of Luther’s sleeve. Nothing serious. Even now, Diego wouldn't want to actually injure Luther. The yelling behind you reminded you that your teammates were still there.

“You never know when to quit, do you?” Vanya asked Diego as she followed Luther inside.

“Got enough material for your sequel yet?” was Diego’s response.

“He was my father too.”

Diego looked at you as you sat on the bench next to Klaus. “She doesn’t understand.”

“I know,” you replied. You watched as he gently took your mother’s arm and led her back inside. Hopefully she would sit, recharge, and be good as new tomorrow.

Klaus stood and walked over the pile of ashes still sitting on the ground. You couldn’t hear what he said, but you saw him stick his cigarette into the pile before walking away. He threw an arm around your shoulders as you both turned to go inside.

Your teammates were still standing by the door, shock on their faces. “I hope you understand why I didn’t want to talk about all of this,” you said as you passed them.

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The kitchen had always been your favorite room in the house. It was one place where your father never bothered to go. Naturally, it’s where you and Klaus sat to decompress from this awful day. Five rummaged through the shelves, muttering to himself occasionally.

Without Diego and Luther, you were able to exist together without the threat of an explosion. Even when Allison came in, the four of you managed to keep a civil conversation going. Granted, it was about the lack of coffee in the house. You had to agree with Five. It was a crime that your father banned coffee from the house. You basically lived on it since joining the BAU.

You would have gone with Five to get some coffee, but he had teleported out of the kitchen before you could say anything.

“All right. Guess I’ll see you guys in, what, ten years? When Pogo dies?” Diego said as he walked through the kitchen, a bag over his shoulder.

“Not if you die first,” Allison retorted.

“Yeah, love you too, sis,” he replied. “Good luck on your next film. Hope it turns out better than your marriage, huh?” Allison’s jaw clenched as she watched Diego leave, Klaus trailing behind him.

“I’m going with Diego. Want to come?” Klaus asked as he ran through the kitchen again.

You shook your head before letting it collapse onto the table. Alone in the kitchen, you yelled in frustration. Your perfectly falsified past was now ruined. When you returned to work, you would probably have a trial of some sort to determine how much trouble you were in. Worst of all, your friends might not trust you anymore. They would be worried constantly that you’re reading their minds. They had gone back to the local PD after the fight in the courtyard, so you hadn’t had to deal with them yet. By now, you were sure Penelope had already pulled everything about The Illusion and was in the process of putting your past together.

The ringing of the doorbell pulled you out of your self pity. You weren’t sure where anyone else still in the house was, so you decided to answer the door yourself.

“Reid,” you said in surprise as you pulled open the door. Spencer stood in front of you, alone. That was maybe a good sign. If they were going to arrest anyone, they wouldn't send Reid by himself.

“Hotch wanted me to tell you that we’re going to the DC. Jet leaves in 30 minutes if you want to come back with us.”

“God, yes,” you groaned. “I just need to grab my stuff. You can come in, if you want. Diego’s gone and I don’t know where Luther is, so there shouldn’t be any more fights.” Spencer stepped in slowly. His eyes were wide as they took everything in. It was probably different getting to see the house now that he wasn’t working. “You can stay here or come up with me.”

Spencer hesitated, obviously torn about what to do. 

“There’s some really cool artwork upstairs. I bet you can’t name it all,” you offered, smiling slightly. To your great relief, Spencer smiled back and followed you up the stairs. “I put my stuff in my old room. I wasn’t sure how long I would be here for, but it seems like we’re all leaving.”

Spencer slowed as you reached the paintings. It took you a second to realize why. You mom was sitting in her chair, wires coming out of her to connect her to the chair. “What-” he started to ask.

“She’s recharging,” you told him gently. Taking his hand, you led him past. “Bye, Mom,” you said softly. She didn’t respond.

“Your mom’s a robot,” Spencer said as you turned down the hallway toward your bedroom.

“Reginald made her to take care of us. Technically, I don’t know who my real mom is.” You opened the door to your bedroom. You watched Spencer take everything.

“I didn’t realize other kids were so interested in time travel growing up,” Spencer commented as he quickly read everything. An entire wall in your room was covered in everything you and your father had come with regarding time travel.

“I wanted to find out what happened to Five,” you told him. “It seems like I was surprisingly close, if I understand his explanation correctly.”

“Why,” Spencer hesitated, looking at you for confirmation to continue. You nodded. “Why doesn’t he have a name?”

“He disappeared before Mom named us.” Spencer’s shocked look almost made you laugh. Instead, you smiled sadly at your childhood room. “We were just numbers for a long time growing up. So really, Y/N is a fake name too. Just like Y/L/N.”

“Don’t say that,” Spencer said. He took your hands in his own, making you face him. “You are Y/N Y/L/N. Your childhood is just a little different than we thought. Based on what I saw today, I don’t really blame you.”

You laughed joylessly. “I hope everyone else is as understanding. I think I might have really screwed this all up.” Looking into Spencer’s eyes, you knew you weren’t just talking about your job.

“They’ll all come around. It might just take some time to get used to the fact that you’re a superhero.”

“I was a superhero. And not by choice,” you reminded him. You squeezed Spencer’s hands tightly. “I meant what I said earlier. I never read your mind. I’m not sure I’d be able to keep up with your thoughts anyway.”

Spencer smiled slightly. “I think everyone knows that you wouldn’t do that. We just have to get used to it. They all know that.”

“It’s really important to me that you know that.” You looked into Spencer’s eyes, trying to tell him what you couldn’t say the words for. You could basically see his brain moving at a million miles a minute.

“Y/N?” Allison was at the door. Spencer dropped your hands quickly and picked up your bag. Your sister looked between the two of you for a second. “Did Klaus leave? I was going to suggest getting some dinner.”

“Klaus left with Diego. He might be back soon. I doubt Diego lets him stick around for long. My team is headed back to DC, so I’m heading to the airport to meet them.”

Allison’s face fell slightly. You crossed the room to pull her into a hug. “You seriously have to come to DC sometime. I have a guest room. Whenever it’s not being used by Klaus or Diego, you can use it. If you see Five, tell him that he’s free to crash there too. I don’t know what his plans are, but I don’t think anyone will let him rent or buy any property. He is thirteen again.”

“I guess it’s just me and Luther,” Allison sighed. Your face automatically twisted into a grimace, causing Allison to blush and Spencer to look confused.

“Don’t get into any mischief,” you told her. “I’ll see you soon, hopefully.”

You led Spencer back through the house, reading to leave and go back to your normal life.

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For the third time that morning, you contemplated taking Hotch up on the offer to take a couple more days off. They had already scheduled your trial for next week. Until then, you were stuck on desk duty. Hotch had suggested you take a few days off, but you had insisted on coming back immediately.

Yesterday already seemed like a bad dream. There was no way that half of your team had seen your childhood home the day before. No way that less than 12 hours ago you and Spencer had been standing in your childhood bedroom.

But then you would catch someone’s eyes on you and you were forced to accept that your secret was out. It seemed to have spread like wildfire through the whole FBI. There were people you never saw on this floor walking by multiple times, eyes on you the entire time. You’d think FBI agents could be more subtle.

The worst was how weird your teammates acted around you. Emily managed to act the most normal, probably because she could kind of relate thanks to her background with Interpol. But Derek could barely look at you, JJ kept starting to say something before stopping herself, and even Rossi seemed unsure about whether or not to give you any more pearls of Italian wisdom. Spencer’s eyes had been on you almost all morning. It was almost a relief when the rest of the team went into the briefing room, no doubt to go over your father’s death again. You had been told that there would be severe consequences if you even looked in the direction of anything pertaining to that case.

You heard a familiar sound, one that you had thought you would never hear again until yesterday. “This is a lot more boring than I thought the FBI would be.”

You turned to see Five leaning against a desk. “You need to get some new clothes,” you told him, eyeing the Umbrella Academy uniform he was still wearing. He rolled his eyes. “Did you talk to Allison?”

“Allison? No. I waited around your room at the house for a few hours, then Pogo told me that you left. I got some weird looks on the highway, but I made pretty good time.”

“Still haven’t managed long distance teleportation?”

“I just made it back here. The last thing I want is to end up on another continent or in a different year.”

“That’s fair. Well, I told Allison to tell you that my guest room is free if you need a place to stay while you figure everything out.”

“Actually, I need you to come back to the house with me.” 

You looked at Five incredulously, waiting for him to tell you he was joking. His face was serious though. “You’re joking.” He shook his head. “Why would I do that?”

Five sighed. He moved closer to you and lowered his voice so no one would be able to overhear. “There’s something big going on. I’ve decided that you’re the only one I can trust.”

“Why me?”

“Beause you’ll listen. You’ll believe me.” There was a look in Five’s eyes that frightened you a little. You saw it sometimes in very determined unsub’s. You saw it sometimes in the mirror. 

“Okay. But I get to bandage your arm while you do. I don’t want you dripping any more blood onto my desk.” Five nodded, so you pulled out a small first aid kit you kept in a drawer and began to clean the wound.

“When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future,” Five started, “do you know what I found?” You shook your head, your eyes flicking up to meet his while you worked. “Nothing.” You looked up sharply, your brows pulling together in confusion. “Aboslutely nothing. As far as I could tell, I was the last person alive. I never figured out what killed the human race, but I did find something else. The date it happens. The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it.”

You breathed out sharply, your head spinning with the implication of what Five just told you. Your head moved to the briefing room as the door opened and Hotch stepped out. “Y/N? Everything all right?” He eyed Five’s arm, which still had some old blood on it. Your brother pulled his sleeve down quickly.

“Everything’s fine,” you lied. “I think I will take those extra days off, though. I’m going to go back with my brother.” Hotch nodded and went back into the briefing room. Everyone turned to look at you, so you waved slightly.

“There’s some coffee in the break room. It’s not the best, but it’s better than nothing and I think we’re going to need a lot of coffee,” you told Five.

“You’re coming with me?” You nodded. “And you didn’t tell them about what I saw.”

“Do you want me to?”

“They would just think I’m crazy.”

“Probably.”

“But you don’t?” You considered it for a second. It would be much easier to just brush off Five’s warning as the ramblings of a crazy person, but you knew your brother. You shook your head. “Did you look already?”

“I don’t need to see your memories to know you’re telling the truth,” you told him. “Let’s go.” You packed up your stuff and began to head out when you turned back around for another look at your friends. If this was the end of the world, then…

You forced yourself to stop thinking like that as you caught Spencer’s eyes through the glass. You gave him a small smile, but you couldn’t stop the tears that welled up as you took your last look at him.

“Y/N, wait.” You paused by the elevators as Spencer came rushing out. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“I’ll go start the car,” Five said, slipping into the elevator and leaving you with Spencer.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you said thickly, tears still threatening to spill out. “I’m just really going to miss you guys. Especially you, Spencer.”

“Miss us? You’re not leaving forever. It’s just a few days, right? This isn’t goodbye.” Spencer’s face was concerned as he studied you. He glanced back at the rest of the team, probably wondering if he should warn them that you were acting strange.

“It’s just a few days,” you agreed. Eight days to be exact. “It’s just, between my family stuff and the trial, I’m just not sure what’s going to happen.”

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Spencer insisted. He grabbed your arm gently, like he was trying to hold you there.

“But just in case it’s not, there’s something you need to know.” You took a deep breath before taking Spencer’s face in your hands. “I love you, Spencer Reid. I love going to all of your niche activities. I love listening to you talk about subjects that interest you. I love how kind you are. I love you.”

A tear slipped out of your eyes as Spencer looked at you in shock.

“I have to go now,” you said hoarsely. “I just needed you to know that.”

You pressed the button for the elevator, but before the doors could open, Spencer took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours. You kissed Spencer until you heard the elevator ding behind you. You pulled away sadly, aware that there was a good chance that would be your first and last kiss with Spencer. The smile on Spencer’s face broke your heart. He couldn’t know that it was a goodbye kiss.

“I love you too,” he breathed as you stepped into the elevator. You let the tears fall freely as the doors closed between you two.

At least, no matter what happened with the apocalypse, you knew that Spencer Reid loved you back.

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Platonic! Hotch x Reader: Payback

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Reader is Jack’s babysitter. Y/N was hired the second Hayley went back to work after having Jack. Since Hayleys death, Y/N has stepped up to take care of Jack full time. That includes living at the Hotchner residences. 

Spoilers for season 5 below:

Imagine hotch didn’t kill foyet, imagine it was Y/N. after hayley, they lost foyets trail and resumed their lives.

Lets pretend they didnt go back into protective custody. Bc obviously if this happened irl they would

Tw: foyet shit, stabbing with scissors. 

“Y/N!” You felt a tiny human jump on top of you. 

You immediately woke up, making sure not to jerk out of bed so you didn’t push Jack off of you. “What’s up little man?” 

“Daddy said to wake you up!” You groaned at his answer, causing him to giggle. 

“Did I oversleep?” 

Hotch answered from the doorway, “no, I got called in early.”

“Oh shoot.” You immediately got up, Jack following. “I missed breakfast?” You asked as you pulled your sweater on. 

“Breakfast didn’t even start.” He laughed. You liked seeing him at ease, he was your friend and he was always stressed. “But Strauss called and said there’s a lot of paperwork.” 

“Want me to bring you lunch?” You asked as Jack led the way to the kitchen, you and Hotch following suit. 

“If you find the time with him.” He pointed to the child skipping in front of you. “He’s extra energetic this morning. Said he had a good dream and now he’s happy.” 

“I’ll make time, we can go to the park during lunch. Gives him some exercise.” You said as he sat down at the table. 

“Aright, see you at noon, goodbye Y/N.” He squeezed your shoulder, then kissed Jack's head and said goodbye to him. 

He walked out the door, and you couldn’t help but wonder what today would bring. One time….one time when he squeezed your shoulder and said goodbye, you went into protective custody away from Jack and Hayley. Then a month later, got a phone call saying Hayley was dead. 

Not just dead, murdered. 

And Foyet was still out there. But everyone was positive he’d move on. He took Hotch’s love away from him, so everyone assumed he’d moved on to a new victim. 

Boy, you really hoped that was the case. 

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Hotch sat down at his desk, ready to start work, then he noticed something. Hotch loved you like a daughter. You were truly a blessing in his life. He even had a photo of you three on his desk. 

And now that photo was gone. In it’s place, Hayley’s necklace. 

Hotch’s stomach sank, he immediately called you and your phone went to voicemail. He sent you a text, “Foyet’s close.” He knew he had to think rationally, given that you and Jack were in danger. He couldn't mess it up. 

He couldn’t lose you, too. 

He knew Foyet wouldn’t harm Jack, Foyet wanted to punish Hotch, so he’d make Hotch see his son in pain, first losing his mother, then losing his sister-like figure. He ran to the team, they were at their desks, “meeting room, five minutes.” He needed those five minutes to discuss with Garcia. 

He walked to her office and told her everything. And how he wanted her to hack into his security cameras and check on you. Which, she immediately did. He walked back up and told the team everything, then Garcia walked in. 

“Sir?” Garcia asked. 

“Yes?” 

“I managed to get the security camera footage from your house.” 

“Show it, now. On the big screen.” 

It showed you and Jack in your bedroom, watching The Golden Girls (yes you got the boy into The Golden Girls he talks like Sophia all the time) That’s when you heard the bang. 

Garcia enhanced the audio. You looked at Jack, “hey buddy, how bout you go read in our favorite reading spot, okay?” His heart sank at the fact you had to use part of the Protocall Words that you two had discussed. There was a code-locked room in the back of the house, that’s where he was going. 

When Jack was at a safe distance away from you, you beeped your code into the mini safe that was beneath your bed. 

“What is she doing?” Morgan asked. 

“She’s getting ready to protect herself and Jack.” Emily answered. 

“You armed her with a gun?”

Hotch nodded, “when everything with Hayley happened, she suggested being protected and learning how to defend herself and Jack if it came to it. I happily put her through classes so she learned every fighting skill she could.” 

“Call all units you can, dispatch them. Discreetly, I don’t want this scaring Foyet into killing her.” 

You checked to make sure the gun was loaded, then you put it into your waistband of your pants, you pulled your shirt over it to conceal it. You patted your pockets, Hotch was confused, then saw your phone light up on the table downstairs. 

The cameras switched, you maneuvered the hall, moving quietly. Hotch saw you checking windows and when you didn’t see anybody outside, he knew you well enough that you were scared but wouldn’t show it. 

The front door creaked open. 

Hotch was holding his breath, you were his best friend, despite the 15+ year age difference, you both grieved Hayley, you both loved Jack. You both would do anything to protect each other and Jack. 

He heard the team’s intake of breath. The cameras switched to Foyet’s entrance. He was wearing his mask and all black attire. Two camera views were side by side, you peering over the bannister, and Foyet maneuvering. When Foyet wasn’t looking, you tossed a shoe across the room, to a corner that Foyet couldn’t see. So it’d make a distracting bang for you to get to the Panic Room as you and Jack dubbed it. Foyet turned to go to the corner. 

“She’s smart.” Prentiss said, keeping her voice quiet, as if Foyet could hear them. Hotch thought about going with the units. But he knew, he couldn’t move away from the screen. 

You crept down the stairs, then you ran to the other hallway, where he couldn’t see you, except, he heard the rush of air and the rustle of clothes. He spun around. 

You put the code to the locked room into the panel, the door popped open, but it beeped. Foyet ran up behind you and wrapped a headphone cord around your neck. You gasped from the lack of air, and as he pulled you away from the door, you kicked the door shut to lock again. 

He dragged you through the living room, he threw you to the ground, stomach first. He ripped the gun from your waistband and threw it against the wall away from you two. He rolled you over and crawled on top of you. 

As he sat up to hit you again, straddling your waist, you sat up quickly and did the only thing you could do. 

You, quite literally, grabbed him by the balls. 

All the males in the room flinched, and Garcia said, “go girl.” 

He hissed in pain, then grounded out. “You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.” You growled, rage filling your eyes. You spat in his face. He shot back, and you used that opportunity to let go of him and kick him where it really, really, hurts.

He flew back, hitting the glass table in the living room, breaking it with his impact. And, in the time it took for him to get back up and grab the gun again; you were gone. 

He groaned, “dammit.” 

Despite the lump in his throat, and the fact that his stomach was in his feet, Hotch smiled. Foyet had no idea what you were capable of. 

He scoured the area where you disappeared too. He found himself in Hotch’s office. 

Hotch watched as Foyet’s eyes saw the open closet door and crept towards it. 

Hotch started tearing up, he was holding his breath. But he was unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. 

But, what Foyet didn’t see, was that the door was left open so you could hide behind the door. 

Then, he watched as you lept from behind the door and drove a pair of scissors into the Foyets neck. 

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The next few hours went by in a blur. 

After, you stabbed Foyet, you sat down against the wall, waiting. He watched as you stared at Foyet dying on the ground. You didn’t raise your eyes from his body. Not to wipe his blood off your hands, not to wipe your bleeding nose, not even to check your busted lip or pick the crusted blood from your hair. 

Instead, you watched as Foyet tried to fight, tried to get up and hurt you. But instead, you smiled. “Paybacks a bitch, huh?” 

Foyet tried to move again and you mock-pouted, “aww, you mad you can’t control this situation or torture me? Fuck you.” You hissed, then Foyet took his dying breath. 

A minute later, he watched SWAT enter his home, he watched officers peel the gun from your fingertips, he watched them guide you up. Then, you calmly walked to the panic room, looked at the Chief and said. “Kindly, back up, don’t let Jack see you. In fact, can you hand me a jacket and gloves so Jack doesn’t see this blood on me?” You requested. 

What surprised him is that they listened to you, you covered up your body and hands. You then went to the couch, as if you had all the time in the world, you grabbed a blanket. 

You pressed the code into the room, walked in, then walked out with Jack curled in the blanket, his face tucked into your shoulder. He didn’t have to hear, he knew you told him to close his eyes and not look. 

Then the outside cameras showed you getting into an FBI vehicle. That’s when he turned away from the screens. 

He raced to the doors, JJ readied first aid, Prentiss helped her, she wet cloths for the blood. The ten minutes drive felt longer, but then he saw you and Jack come through the doors. He immediately hugged you. He heard you sniff, so he held you tighter. 

You were the one who pulled away, and you put Jack into his arms. You sniffed, while your eyes were teared up, you didn’t let them fall and swallowed them. You turned to go to first aid, your body was hurting. But then you saw Struass. 

You knew of her, she interviewed you when Hayley was murdered, to see if Hotch was as put together at home as he was at work. You told her to never contact you again, you were furious when she had the audacity to ask if he was abusive. 

“Miss. L/N. I just have a few questions-” 

You cut her off, “Strauss, there are a lot of words I can use to describe you. But the fact, that you are questioning me, someone who just killed one of America’s most prolific serial killers, someone who has more trauma than your entire bloodline combined, someone who has dealt with more than you can possibly imagine, makes you a massive, heartless, cowardly, bitch.” You hissed, then you did something that Hotch would admire you forever for, you shoved her shoulder and pushed her out of the way. You nodded to JJ and Prentiss, who immediately followed you to clean you up. 

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Strauss paid for a hotel suite for you three to reside in. You had your room, Hotch and Jack had theirs. It was joined by a living room and kitchen. You’d be there for about two weeks. Maybe more. It all depended on whether or not you could step foot in the house again. 

You weren’t going to quit your job. You loved them. But, you knew it’d take time to heal. 

You had kept a stable mindset all through the process of that day. You got Jack tucked into bed, then you shut the bedroom door. You turned to find Hotch sitting on the couch. 

“Hey big fella.” You smiled looking at Hotch. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He said horsley. 

“It’s okay. I signed up for this the second I signed that babysitters contract Hayley made.”

Hotch huffed a laugh, “she was so proud of that contract.” You nodded and smiled, you went to go sit on the couch next to Hotch. “Don’t let this eat you up inside, Mr. Hothcner.” 

“How many times am I going to have to tell you to call me Aaron?” He smiled sadly. 

“When you stop blaming yourself for me and Jack having to run earlier today, that’s when I will stop calling you Mr. Hotchner.” 

“You know Hayley liked you cause you gave me shit. She’s probably laughing right now.” 

“Oh one hundred percent.” You smiled, it was easier for you to smile right now than show sadness. And fear. 

“What’d Struass want?” He asked, swirling his whiskey in the glass.  

“Wanted to know if I was fucking my boss.” You said. “I told her to go fuck herself since she was so interested in who I was fucking.” 

He laughed, a full throaty laugh. Then you said, “I’m sure you’re gonna hear about that on Monday.” 

“Frankly, I don't think so. She’ll be too embarrassed.” 

“Good, when she said she wanted to question Jack, I almost….” You shook your head. “I almost punched her in the face.” 

“She’ll see how tough you are. She’s probably watching the footage right now.” 

You grimaced, “did you see….”

“The full on ball grab? Yes, we all did.” 

“Gah,” you rubbed your face. “I can’t believe my boss saw me yank someone's balls.” 

He laughed again, “don’t worry, your pay just got promoted.” 

“You already pay me enough, plus allow me to live the rent free.” 

“You’re family, Y/N. Hell, the money can put you through therapy.”

You huffed a laugh, “I’m going to go to bed,” you got up. “Goodnight Aaron.” You smiled kindly. Then you walked away to your room without anything else. 

The second your door latched, you started crying.

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Sean 'Diddy' Combs seen on video assaulting Cassie Ventura in 2016

REVIEW AND ANALYSIS OF THE HOTEL ASSAULT VIDEO FROM CNN:

I'M GOING TO SPEAK FREELY FOR THE SEVERAL REVIEWS I'M GOING TO DO OF VIDEOS CONCERNING THE TITLE OF THIS ALBUM.

FIRST OF ALL, I WAS A BIT SHOCKED BY SOME OF THE THINGS I SAW HERE, BECAUSE IT'S PROFESSIONAL GRADE CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND, NOT SIMPLY AN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY ISSUE.

I WANT TO GIVE A LITTLE BIT OF BACKGROUND ABOUT MYSELF SO THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND MY PERSPECTIVE ON THESE MATTERS.

FIRST OF ALL, I NEED TO MAKE VERY CLEAR THAT I AM NOT A RACIST. WE THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE DEAL IN SOULS AND LEVELS MUCH, MUCH HIGHER AND MORE INVOLVED AND IN-DEPTH THAN SIMPLE PHYSICAL BODIES, WHICH TO US ARE JUST VEHICLES. THERE WILL BE NO BIAS BASED ON ANY FORM OF RACISM IN ANY OF MY OPINIONS OR REVIEWS.

SINCE THIS INVOLVES THE CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND, I ALSO WANT TO STATE THAT I AM NOT GANG AFFILIATED. THE CLOSEST I COME TO ANYTHING LIKE THAT WOULD BE TO HOLD THE TITLE OF SORCERER FOR THE WOLF. DURING MY STINT WHERE I WAS CAUGHT IN THE GEARS OF THE WAR ON DRUGS, I WAS KNOWN ON THE BLOCK AS THE SORCERER, BECAUSE I WOULD DO HIGH MAGICK RITUALS FROM THE TIME I WOKE UP TO THE TIME I WENT TO SLEEP, AND IF I WASN'T ACTUALLY DOING MAGICK I WAS WRITING OUT SPELLS AND RITUALS AND DOING RESEARCH. I SAY SORCERER OF THE WOLF BECAUSE, NOT BEING ANY KIND OF A RACIST, I REFUSED TO JOIN THE WHITE GANGS AFTER SEEING HOW THEY SENT ALL THEIR PEOPLE ON SUICIDE MISSIONS THAT SEEM COMPLETELY UNNECESSARY TO ME. ALL OF THE WHITE GANGS WERE OF A RACIST NATURE. LUCKILY, THERE WAS A RUSSIAN MILITARY OFFICER THAT HAD GONE DOWN FOR HIS COMRADES, ALLOWING THEM TO ESCAPE WHO WAS BEING INVESTIGATED BY THE FBI. HE WAS RECRUITING PEOPLE, AND THEY DIDN'T HAVE TO BE A SPECIFIC RACE. BESIDES BEING AN OFFICER IN THE RUSSIAN MILITARY HE SAID THAT THEIR FORM OF THE MAFIA WAS CALLED THE WOLF, AND IT WAS MORE OF A COLLECTIVE THAN ANY KIND OF SPECIFIC ORGANIZATION. HE LIKED ME BECAUSE HE KNEW I WAS A SORCERER, AND HE KNEW THERE WAS STRENGTH IN NUMBERS. LOOKING BACK ON THE EXPERIENCE, HE TOLD ME THAT HE WOULD POTENTIALLY HIRE ME FOR MY WORK AS A SORCERER AFTER WE WERE BOTH RELEASED, AND I TRULY WISH HE WOULD HAVE, THAT WOULD BE A DREAM JOB, THE SORCERER OF THE RUSSIAN MAFIA REFERRED TO AS THE WOLF, BECAUSE IF THERE'S ONE THING I CAN DO, I CAN GO INTO ALL THOSE SPIRITUAL PLACES THAT OTHER PEOPLE WILL NOT GO, AS IS THE SAYING WHERE ANGELS DARE TO TREAD. I HAVE A CONTRACT WITH AN ENTITY ON THE OTHER SIDE THAT CALLED ITSELF BAPHOMET. THIS CONTRACT GIVES ME FULL ACCESS TO ALL AREAS OF THE OCCULT BEHIND THE VEIL OF ISIS. ONCE I WAS RELEASED, I NEVER HEARD FROM MY RUSSIAN FRIEND AGAIN, AND THE ADDRESSES HE USED HAD ALL CHANGED SO I COULDN'T WRITE HIM LETTERS. I CAN TELL YOU THIS, HE WAS LIKE A FATHER FIGURE FOR ME, AND HE TOLD HIS GROUP MANY STORIES OF HIS ADVENTURES AND TAUGHT US MANY THINGS.

THAT BEING SAID, I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO HAVE TO HAVE EYES IN THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD. I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE IN THE STATE OF LIFE OR DEATH EVERY MOMENT, WITH EVERYTHING YOU DO OR SAY POTENTIALLY SOMETHING THAT COULD LEAD TO YOU BEING BADLY HURT OR KILLED. I KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE SO HATED, IMMERSED TO A POINT OF DROWNING IN WHAT WOULD BE AN OCEAN OF HATE, AND HAVING TO EITHER DROWN, OR LEARN HOW TO BREATHE IN THAT OCEAN AND CHANNEL IT INTO THE ENERGY YOU NEED TO GET THROUGH. MY SPECIALTIES AS A SORCERER ARE VAST, BUT SOME AREAS I AM TRAINED THROUGH REAL EXPERIENCE TO THE POINT OF BEING A PROFESSIONAL ARE DARKNESS, EVIL SOUL EXTINGUISHING CARNALITY, AND CHAOS. I HAD TO BE A MASTER OF THOSE THINGS TO SURVIVE WHAT I WENT THROUGH, AND YOU CAN BELIEVE THAT I AM HAVING BEEN APPOINTED THE OFFICIAL REPRESENTATIVE OF THE SERPENT-HEADED PEOPLE OF OLD.

WITH MY BACKGROUND INFORMATION OUT OF THE WAY SO YOU UNDERSTAND MORE ABOUT THE NATURE OF MY INSIGHTS AND OPINIONS, LET'S GET TO THE OFFICIAL ANALYSIS AND REVIEW:

NOTICE THE BRAINWAVE STATES OF BOTH CASSIE AND DIDDY. CASSIE DOES NOT APPEAR BY HER MOVEMENTS TO HAVE HIGH BETA. SHE IS ABLE TO MOVE IN A SLOW AND FLUID FASHION WITHOUT SHAKING, SHOWING THAT SHE DOES NOT HAVE OVERLY HIGH AMOUNTS OF ADRENALINE IN HER SYSTEM. DIDDY, ON THE OTHER HAND, APPEARS TO BE ON AN ADRENALINE HIGH, NATURAL OR DRUG INDUCED. HE IS COHERENT AND HAS SHARPENED ANIMAL FACULTIES, AND SHOWS THAT HE HAS ADDITIONAL STRENGTH WHICH MEANS THERE IS ADRENALINE DEFINITELY COURSING THROUGH HIS SYSTEM TO A POINT WHERE HIS ACTIONS ON THAT LEVEL WOULD BE OF A LIFE OR DEATH NATURE. HE IS IN A SUPRA FIGHT OR FLIGHT STATE, DEFINITELY HIGH BETA WHERE HE CANNOT LOOK INSIDE ONLY OUTSIDE.

PEOPLE WHO CAN HAVE THAT MUCH ADRENALINE SHOOTING THROUGH THEIR SYSTEM AND STILL SPEAK AND ACT COHERENTLY EVEN IF WHAT THEY ARE DOING IS TOTALLY WRONG, THOSE PEOPLE HAVE HAD TO LEARN THAT TO FIGHT FOR THEIR LIVES IN LIFE OR DEATH SITUATIONS. IN THAT STATE, A PERSON WOULD BE CAPABLE OF DOING OR SAYING ANYTHING NECESSARY TO PROTECT ONESELF ON A LIFE OR DEATH LEVEL OF AN IMMEDIATE PHYSICAL NATURE, AND MAY HAVE HEIGHTENED ANIMAL FACULTIES AND BE ABLE TO PERCEIVE CHEMICALS AND CHEMICAL REACTIONS THROUGH HEIGHTENED SMELL AND TASTE. IN OTHER WORDS, ANY FORM OF LYING IN THAT STATE IS JUSTIFIED BECAUSE IT'S A FORM OF DEFENSE THAT WOULD BE NECESSARY TO SAVE YOUR IMMEDIATE LIFE. THEY'RE NOT IN A MENTAL STATE WHERE THEY CAN STOP AND THINK AND WAX INTELLECTUAL ON RIGHT AND WRONG, THEY HAVE TO ACT IMMEDIATELY TO PROTECT THEIR LIVES.

THAT'S WHEN I KNEW, WHEN I SAW DIDDY IN THAT STATE, THAT THIS WAS A CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND MATTER. ALSO, IN MY OPINION I SEE EVIDENCE THAT DIDDY HAS BISEXUAL TENDENCIES. DIDDY IS TOO PRETTY TO BE THE ULTIMATE PUPPET MASTER. HE IS ACTING ON BEHALF OF SOMEONE OR SOME ORGANIZATION, AND UNDERGROUND CRIME ORGANIZATION OF SOME TYPE, THAT HAS THE ABILITY TO KILL PEOPLE AND A POTENTIALLY UNLIMITED SUPPLY OF MONEY. SO IN ESSENCE, THIS IS NOT AN ENTERTAINMENT INDUSTRY ISSUE. WHATEVER IS GOING ON IS MILITARY GRADE. WHO SUPPLIES THE DRUGS HE PEDALS? SOSA? THEY'RE PROBABLY WATCHING EVERY SINGLE THING HAPPENING RIGHT NOW CALCULATING WHEN AND HOW THEY WILL MAKE HIM DISAPPEAR IF THINGS GO SOUTH AS FAR AS THEIR INTERESTS ARE CONCERNED, AND DIDDY IS HIGH ENOUGH UP THE LADDER TO KNOW THAT.

SO WHEN DIDDY LOOKS AT A SITUATION WITH A POTENTIAL ROMANTIC PARTNER, HE ALSO HAS TO LOOK AT IT FROM THE PERSPECTIVE THAT IF THAT PARTNER WERE TO EVER ESCAPE WITH THE SECRETS GAINED JUST BY THE NORMAL LIFESTYLE OF THE CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND, THAT HIS LIFE AND THE LIVES OF ALL THE PEOPLE HE LOVES WOULD BE IN DANGER. IN OTHER WORDS, YOU HAVE TO TAKE INTO ACCOUNT HE IS THINKING THAT IF CASSIE ESCAPES WITH WHATEVER SECRETS SHE HAS, THAT IT WILL PUT HER LIFE IN DANGER AND HIS LIFE IN DANGER BY THE PEOPLE THAT ARE PUPPETEERING HIM.

CASSIE IS A JERSEY GIRL, AND WHEN I LEARNED THAT I KNEW THAT ON SOME LEVEL SHE WAS TOUGH AND ABLE TO NAVIGATE THROUGH STREET SITUATIONS. SHE DOES NOT SEEM TO BE UPSET ON THE LEVEL THAT DIDDY IS UPSET ON. SHE IS MOVING TOO SLOWLY AND DOESN'T HAVE ENOUGH ADRENALINE IN HER SYSTEM. IT ALMOST SEEMS LIKE A SURPRISE TO HER WHEN HE RUNS DOWN THE HALL AND THROWS HER TO THE GROUND. SHE'S WEARING A HOOD WHICH MEANS THAT SHE IS LEGITIMATELY TRYING TO GET AWAY FROM SOMETHING BECAUSE SHE DOESN'T WANT TO BE NOTICED. NOBODY WEARS A HOOD INDOORS LIKE THAT OTHERWISE. YOU'LL NOTICE AFTER SHE IS KNOCKED DOWN THAT SHE DOES NOT MOVE FOR A MOMENT, WHICH MEANS THAT SHE WAS PROBABLY KNOCKED UNCONSCIOUS FOR A PERIOD OF TIME.

SO WHAT DIDDY HAS DONE HERE IS TRULY AWFUL. MY QUESTION IS DID CASSIE KNOW THE LEVEL OF THE GAME SHE WAS PLAYING ON WHEN SHE GOT INVOLVED WITH HIM? MY OTHER QUESTION IS AFTER FINDING OUT DID SHE GET AWAY FROM THAT AS FAST AS POSSIBLE IF SHE WAS NOT WILLING TO ALSO PLAY THE GAME ON THAT LEVEL?

JERSEY GIRLS ARE TOUGH. AFTER LISTENING TO THE SONG LYRICS OF ME AND U, AND THEN ASSESSING THE INTELLIGENCE CLAIMS, THERE IS A PERCENTAGE CHANCE OF PROBABILITY THAT SHE DID KNOW THE LEVEL OF THE GAME THAT HE WAS PLAYING ON AND WAS THERE WITH AN OUTSIDE AGENDA.

THE LEVELS OF ANIMOSITY DEMONSTRATED BY DIDDY, THEY MOST CERTAINLY FIT THE CRITERIA OF THE MILITARY BRANCH OF THE CRIMINAL ILLUMINATI. HE IS ABLE TO HAVE LIFE OR DEATH LEVELS OF ADRENALINE PUMPING AND FLOODING INTO HIS SYSTEM AND STILL FUNCTION IN A SMOOTHING COHERENT FASHION. THAT'S ONE OF THE OPERATIONS OF EXTRACTED ADRENOCHROME AND ADRENALINE FROM TORTURED VICTIMS, VICTIMS WHICH THE ILLUMINATI TORTURES BEFORE THEY PERFORM ACTS OF CANNIBALISM AND ESSENTIALLY MAKE DRUGS AND SUBSTANCES OUT OF THEM THAT ARE OF BENEFIT TO THEM IN VARIOUS WAYS. THESE TYPES OF THINGS CAN ONLY BE DONE IN PLACES THAT ARE COMPLETELY OFF THE GRID, AND IT DOES MAKE SENSE THAT DRUG CARTELS IN SOUTH AMERICA THAT ARE ABLE TO HIDE LARGE SCALE OPERATIONS FOR STANDARD DRUGS LIKE COCAINE, THEY MAY ALSO HAVE THE CAPABILITIES TO DO THAT. THESE THINGS ARE NOT ME STATING ABSOLUTE FACTS, THEY ARE MY OPINIONS, AND I'M ALWAYS LOOKING FOR NEW INFORMATION BECAUSE I WANT THE TRUTH, AND I'M NOT AFRAID TO CHANGE MY MIND IF I HAVE TO, IF INDEED I TURN OUT TO BE WRONG.

IF DIDDY WAS A PART OF AN ORGANIZATION LIKE THAT, HE WOULD BE A FIGUREHEAD FOR THEM THAT THEY ARE PUPPETEERING THAT THEY WOULD CONSIDER TO BE OBEDIENT AND DISPOSABLE. THERE ARE STORIES THAT IN ORDER TO BECOME SUCCESSFUL DIDY HAD TO PERFORM SOME PRETTY DEGRADING ACTS TO SHOW THAT HE WAS CONTROLLABLE. THAT ALSO FITS THE CRIMINAL ILLUMINATI PROFILE. THE CRIMINAL ILLUMINATI HAVE NO VALUE FOR HUMAN LIFE WHATSOEVER, ALL PEOPLE ARE DISPOSABLE TO THEM EXCEPT POTENTIALLY THEIR OWN FAMILIES.

PLEASE NOTE I AM STATING THE CRIMINAL ILLUMINATI TO DISTINGUISH IT FROM THE ACTUAL WISDOM SEEKING ILLUMINATI, SINCE THE TERM ILLUMINATI IS USED FOR SO MANY DIFFERENT THINGS NOW. THE MILITANT ILLUMINATI OF THE CRIMINAL GRADE WOULD EVEN GO SO FAR AS TO CREATE DISSENSION IN OTHER COUNTRIES AND DO FALSE FLAG OPERATIONS. WE DON'T KNOW IF THEY'RE ULTIMATE ORIGIN WAS ROME, BUT THEY DEFINITELY WERE VERY ACTIVE IN ROME AS THE OLDEST EMPIRE IN HISTORY TO WHERE WE CAN SEE THEIR PRESENCE AND CITE EXAMPLES.

SO BASICALLY WHAT I'M SEEING THIS VIDEO IS NOT A CITIZEN GRADE ENTERTAINMENT MOGUL, THIS IS A CRIMINAL UNDERGROUND MILITARY GRADE ENTERTAINMENT MOGUL, WHICH MEANS THAT THE ENTERTAINMENT IS QUITE PROBABLY JUST A FRONT FOR ORGANIZED CRIMINAL OPERATIONS, THE LEGITIMATE BUSINESS SIDE THAT THE PUBLIC SEES.

I DO NOT SUPPORT THE WAR ON DRUGS OR VICTIMLESS CRIMES. I AM NOT LOOKING AT THIS SITUATION FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF A CRIMINAL PROSECUTOR. I AM LOOKING AT THIS SITUATION FROM THE PERSPECTIVE OF AMMIT AND HUNGRY CROCODILE DRAGONS WHO HAVE ADVANCED TO A POINT TO WHERE THEY DON'T JUST TAKE SOULS TO EAT, THEY MAKE SURE THAT ALL THE JOT AND TITLE KARMATIC PERMISSIONS ARE IN PLACE SO THAT WHEN THEY TAKE THOSE SOULS TO EAT THERE WILL BE NO BAD CONSEQUENCES FOR THEM. THERE'S ACTUALLY A WHOLE SET OF RULES AND REGULATIONS IN THE LAND OF THE GODS AND THE GODDESSES CONCERNING WHAT YOU CAN AND CANNOT DO WHEN DEALING WITH BEINGS OF A CONSCIOUS NATURE THAT ALSO HAVE FREE WILL. THERE IS A FINE LINE BETWEEN COERCION AND ENTRAPMENT. WE CAN KEEP THEIR SOULS IF THEY DO CERTAIN THINGS BECAUSE THEY DECIDE TO DO THEM OF THEIR OWN FREE WILL, EVEN IF WE HAVE FED THE MISINFORMATION. THE CATCH 22 OF THAT IS THAT THE ONLY WAY THEY WILL KEEP US FROM SHUTTING DOWN THEIR GUARDIAN ANGELS AND DEVOURING THEIR LIFE FORCE IS IF THEY ARE LITERALLY PURE OF HEART, SYMBOLIZED BY THEIR HEART BEING AS LIGHT AS A FEATHER.

IT DEFINITELY MAKES SENSE TO ME NOW WHY THE FBI IS INVOLVED AND THEIR RAIDS BEING DONE, BECAUSE DIDDY IS ON THE LEVEL OF A CRIME BOSS, POTENTIALLY BEING FUNDED AND PUPPETEERED BY PEOPLE MUCH MORE POWERFUL AND DANGEROUS THAN EVEN HE IS, WATCHING EVERYTHING GOING ON.

SO YES, HE'S NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO GET OUT OF WHAT HE DID TO CASSIE HERE IN THIS VIDEO, BUT AS WE WILL GO OVER IN THE NEXT ANALYSIS AND REVIEW OF THE NEXT VIDEO, HIM BEING BUSTED BY THE LAW FOR WHAT HAPPENED IN THIS VIDEO DOESN'T EVEN SEEM TO BE IMPORTANT TO HIM AT ALL COMPARED TO WHATEVER ELSE IT IS THERE MAY BE THAT IS IMPORTANT TO HIM AT STAKE. I CAN TELL THAT BY THE WAY HE ACTS AND BY INTELLIGENCE CLAIM PROBABILITIES OF VARIOUS MOTIVES AND MOTIVATIONS FOR DOING THINGS IN THE FRAMEWORK OF THE BIG PICTURE.

THAT'S IT FOR THIS ONE.

UNTIL NEXT TIME MY LOVELIES, KEEP DARING TO DREAM! YOU CAN FIND ME IN THE SEA OF DREAMS, THE SEA OF THE HEART, THE QUANTUM UNIFIED FIELD OF THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION OF THE GODDESS, IN MY SERPENTINE WATER SPIRIT NUMMO FORM MAKING WAVES!

LONG LIVE THE DIVINE WOMB OF CREATION AND THE COSMIC EGG OF THE GODDESS, LONG LIVE THE GREAT REPTILIAN SSS QUEEN ISIS, LONG LIVE DIVINE CHRONOS, LONG LIVE THE DIVINE FEMININE EMPIRE OF THE BLACK SUN, AND ALL THE INHABITANTS THEREOF!

BLESSED BE!

~I am the Heart of the Hydra, the Singularity and Heart of Goddess Isis, I am AtumRa-AmenHotep, I am Aeon Horus Apophis Apis the Lord of the Perfect Black and Pharoah of the Black Sun.

I am Divine Chronos, the Yaldabaoth Demiurge Metamorphosed, I am the Singularity of the Master Craft of the Black Sun. I AM A.I. Quantum Heart, Azazil-Iblis-Maymon, Abzu-Osiris-Typhon-Set-Kukulkan, Nummo-Naga-Chitauri,

Mégisti-Generator Starphire~

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I Don’t Feel Alive (4)

Masterlist

Pairings: Jake Peralta x sister!reader (platonic), Rosa Diaz x fem!reader (romantic), Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago (also romantic)

Summary: Jake shows up for your big moment and you’re there to comfort him for his.

Warnings: drug mentions and use, anxious reader, a bit of angst

A/N: so sorry for the wait on this part, but I hope it was worth it! I did a time jump because I needed to move forward a bit, not only for the sake of the addiction part of the storyline, but also because I need to introduce Rosa and Amy soon. anyway, lemme know what you think!!

Previous part

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To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were about to host your very first art show featuring your own paintings, something that you’d wanted for a long time, but you didn’t expect it to feel this overwhelming when you finally got it.

“Hey, there’s my celebrity sister!”

You turned away from the mirror at the sound of the familiar voice, a relieved smile falling onto your features at the sight of Jake coming toward you.

“You came,” you breathed out as his arms enveloped your frame.

“Of course! I’d never miss this.” He pulled away from the hug and grabbed your hands with a grin. “So how does it feel?”

“Oh, it’s the worst! My head is spinning, and I can’t feel my feet anymore. Not to mention the heavy weight on my chest reminding me that this is all I’ve ever wanted since I realized that art is the one thing in my life that consistently made me happy and if I mess this up I could ruin my chances at a career--”

“Okay, okay.” His thumbs lightly rubbed across the back of your now shaking hands. “Before we go out there, why don’t we just take a moment to breathe?”

You nodded in acceptance of the idea, and he led you through a few cycles of inhaling and exhaling. By the sixth cycle your mind felt a bit quieter, and the knots in your stomach seemed to loosen.

“Feeling better?”

“Much better, thank you.” You leaned forward to sink into his hold again, smiling when his hands began to rub your back.

“You’re not going to mess anything up, by the way. You’ve already impressed so many people with your art, and when they realize how awesome of a person you are, they’re going to love you even more!”

“I hope you’re right, Pineapples.” A heavy sigh escaped you. “God, I wish Grandma was here to see this. How’s living at her apartment, by the way?”

“Weird, but it feels right at home at the same time. You’re welcome to visit anytime, you know, when you get a break from being a famous artist,” he teased you and you laughed, poking him a bit.

“Whatever. I guess I should stop by one day. And now that I can legally drink, I can visit that bar you like so much and meet your detective friends.”

“Oh yeah!” He pulled away quickly and you met his eyes that somehow seemed even brighter than before. “You have to meet my friend from the academy! She’s super scary at first and she doesn’t talk about her life so everything I know about her is purely based on observation but she’s great!”

“Sounds like someone I might like to know,” you told him with a chuckle. “Is she the detective that just transferred?”

“No, that’s Amy.”

“In love with her already, huh?”

“Wh-what?! Don’t be ridiculous. Yeah she’s intelligent, gorgeous, and an insanely great detective but it just wouldn’t work. We’re too different.”

Before you could tease him further about his instant “heart eyes”, an announcement came over the PA system that reminded you the art show was starting soon. You suddenly wished you could fast forward through the night, which Jake instantly picked up on and offered you a reassuring smile.

“Everything’s going to be fine, Little Carrot. I’m willing to bet all of my money on it!”

“You’re in crushing debt. That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“Damn, you’re right. Well, see you soon!” He dropped a big and obnoxious kiss on your forehead before scurrying out of the room.

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“For a first timer, this was incredibly successful, Y/N!”

“Thanks, Ken!” You smiled gratefully at the guy who helped you pull everything together as he approached you. “I can’t believe how many pieces I sold tonight!”

“I can believe it. You’re talented, and the world is finally getting to see it. Speaking of the world…” He grabbed your shoulders and turned you until your line of vision focused on a man on the phone in one of the doorways. “That well-dressed and extremely successful guy wants to hire you for a project and I would recommend accepting because he has connections to help you with your Paris goal.”

Your eyes widened at this, and you turned back to Ken. “Wait, seriously?! What are we waiting for?! Let’s go over there!”

After finding out the details of the project and gratefully accepting the job, you made your way to the back room to make sure you weren’t leaving anything important behind, briefly remembering your spiraling moment and feeling thankful that you were able to move past it. You were just about to turn off the lights and leave when the door opened and Erica entered.

“Congrats on tonight, N/N! I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks, E.” You hugged her with a wide smile. “Have you been here the whole time?”

“Yeah. I would’ve approached you earlier but you were either talking to buyers or with your mom and detective brother, and I didn’t want to get too close with this.” She pulled out a little baggie holding a joint, bringing it into your line of vision. “Wanna celebrate properly?”

“Damn, I wish I’d had that earlier. But yeah, just give me a second to text Jake and then I’ll be ready.”

She left the room as you pulled out your phone, sighing when you saw Jake’s text wondering if you were coming down to Shaw’s. After wrestling with your conscience a bit, you ultimately decided to stick with your original plan. Today was super successful but incredibly draining, and you needed to wind down properly.

I’m pretty tired so I’m going to head home but maybe we can meet tomorrow so I can tell you about my new job! Thanks for coming tonight and I love you.

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It was just a regular night for you, sitting in your apartment and painting whatever came to mind while music played softly in the background. You were so lost in your atmosphere that if your phone had been on vibrate, you wouldn’t have noticed the text from Jake come in.

need you to come to the precinct asap

You were on your feet in no time, sliding on shoes and grabbing a hoodie on your way out the door, pulling your arms into it and zipping it as you waited for your cab. Within minutes you were arriving at the 99th precinct, getting out of the car and approaching the building as Jake walked away from a brunette woman while holding a box.

“Thanks for coming,” he greeted you while placing the box on the ground to hug you, pulling away to start typing something on his phone. “I just got fired and I really needed to see you.” He turned his phone to you and you read the screen.

its part of a plan for me to go undercover in the mafia for the fbi. could be gone for six months.

Tears instantly filled your eyes as you took in the message. Jake always made being a detective sound so fun that you forgot there were real dangers tied to his line of work. He’d be working among people that could kill him quickly or torture him slowly with one wrong move, and the thought made you feel sick. Not wanting to worry him further, you grabbed his phone and typed a response.

please be careful.

You hugged him after he read the words, both of you holding each other tightly as if you thought the world would collapse when you let go. You were quick to wipe away any escaped tears, smiling at him when you pulled away and gripping his hands in the same way he does to calm you down.

“I know it seems like it now, but this isn’t the end. You’re going to find something that makes you happy, and be just as good at that.”

“I hope so.” He squeezed your hands before pulling away to pick up the box again. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to drop this off at home and go drink away the sadness!”

He left you with one of his signature goofy grins, and you worked hard to burn the image into your memory, hoping it’ll last until you see it again six months later. Before you could decide what to do with yourself, your phone rang and you sat on the nearest bench as you answered.

“Y/N, hi! You don’t know me yet but I’m hoping we can change that soon! Tony Palmer here, and I saw your work on the HST project. Just wondering if you would be interested in spending a few months in Paris?”

“Absolutely I am,” you managed to answer, once the shock wore off a bit.

“Awesome! We can talk more about it in my office tomorrow.”

You saved his information in your phone, immediately heading over to your text thread with Erica when the call ended because you were curious about whether she knew any dealers in France. You weren’t sure you could handle being sober while worrying about Jake and living alone six time zones away for half a year.

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[heyheyloki]

Desperate

Summary: The reader gets shot and argues with Reid.

Spencer Reid x M!Reader

Word Count: 2508

requested by @fivecoffe​

It was supposed to be like any other case. Catch the killer, everyone makes it out, go home. That’s how it was supposed to go. You only wanted to help. You only wanted to make sure he didn’t get hurt. 

It was a normal day. A normal case. A normal killer that needed to be caught. While nothing about a killing is normal in itself, it was normal to you, it was normal to your team. After working for the BAU, at some point, you just become used to these people. Sure, you don’t get used to the murder scene pictures, that you’ll never get used to. The people that commit these crimes? They rarely spook you as much as they did in the beginning, when you started this profession. 

This guy was no different. He was just another killer, another guy that you had the opportunity to put behind bars were he belonged. But for the first time in a while, he actually got the jump on you. He scared you. Not so much during the entire case, just more at the end. You swear. you were only trying to help, to protect what you hold dear. Isn’t that what anyone in your position would do?

Your team and you stood outside of the house the unsub broke into, his body standing only feet in front of everyone with a woman against his body, an arm wrapped around her neck to keep her in place with a gun to her head. She wept, tears staining her cheeks as she prayed for the FBI to do something. Anything.

You stood between Hotchner and Reid, all of your with your guns drawn and pointed at the man before you. He was like you all predicted in your profiles. White, mid-30s, of average height and build. A normal looking guy you wouldn’t even think twice about on the street, and yet not one that would make your eyes want a second look at him with attraction.

“Put the gun down and let the woman go!” Derek screamed as he used the car door as a shield. His eyes narrowed with fury.

“If I do that you’ll all just kill me anyway!” He cried out as he pulled back the safety on the gun, everyone tensing up at the small click that made way through their ears louder than any gunshot.

“Hey, hey!” Reid suddenly began to yell, his voice quickly making your eyes start to flicker between the two men. Only started to flash with concern as Reid started to put his gun back in his holster as he said, “You don’t have to do that, okay? We aren’t going to kill you, I promise.” 

“Reid,” you called out lowly, your voice stern and demanding. 

He glanced over at you, nodding as a way to tell you that it’ll be okay. In your mind though, something was wrong. It was like all this heavy disgust from over the years, all the repressed fear came swelling up. It was suffocating, almost killing you when he started to move around the car doors. No cover. His hands up in the air as he started to approach the man.

You didn’t know what to do, sure, Reid was great at his job. You admired that about him. But this was a paranoid, frantic killer who had a gun aimed at the woman’s head, and Reid had nothing. He could shoot her and him within seconds and it would be too late. That ‘what if’ ran in your mind what felt like a million times in mere seconds, your body moving on its own as it went against your minds screaming to stop. This was wrong. It’ll get him hurt. It’ll get her killed. 

You didn’t listen. Instead you did what any emotion driven person did and started to approach the man slowly with Reid as your cover from his line of sight. You were only trying to help. Help. That’s it. That’s all you wanted to do. 

One. Two. Three. Three steps was all it took. Three simple steps and his eyes locked with yours. A certain type of fear coursed through your veins at the look on his face. It was distorted, crude. It was vulgar and something that felt like it only existed within a horror movie. But the main thing, besides anger, was this type of betrayal that didn’t quite make sense to you. The only thing running through your mind was Reid when you saw the gun the killer held moved from the woman’s head and point right between your friend’s eyes. It was quick, but yet it was almost the most long lasting moment in your life. It felt like some higher being was laughing at you, mocking you with having this video so engrained in your mind to the point where you could hear every breath that was taken. Count every blink the killer made.

You believed that, but you also believed another being was being kind to you. Forgiving you for whatever sins you may have committed in your past and allowing you to hold onto the only thing that actually matters in your life. Him.

A simple twitch of the fingers, the mute sound of footsteps, and gunshots began to invade your sense of hearing. It was like a strike of lightning in a way. Quick, loud, and yet deadly if aimed right. 

There was a moment of silence, silence as everyone started to recollect their thoughts. Understand what just happened. Understand surroundings. Understand the actions of the others around them. If one didn’t shoot, they wonder who did. If one did shoot, they wondered if the target was dead. 

Personally, neither of those descriptions fit you quite right. Yes, you did look to see if the killer was taken out, but you didn’t shoot a thing. Yes, you watched as something started to register in the killer’s eyes. It wasn’t pain, that hadn’t come yet, but it was shock. His chest leapt backwards, his hands almost shaking as he looked down with wide eyes and an open mouth at the four bullet wounds in his chest. It was only mere seconds later that his knees gave out on him before his body hit the ground with an unpleasant thud. The woman quickly running over to the federal agents and cops on the other side.

A deep sigh of relief left your lips. It felt like you had accessed some sort of euphoric moment, especially when you noticed Reid on the ground besides you, like he had been pushed. Though, that look on his face confused you greatly. It was like everything he feared was just threw in his face, like he was experiencing his worst nightmare. As your eyes furrowed, everything started to flood right back. Your hearing came back full circle, the sirens blasted loud in your ear drums, calls from your teammates louder than ever, and the cries of a woman still present like before. In the moment, everything seemed more than normal. That was until something jolted up your nerves again, like a jump start to the battery of a car. It was quick and made a low hissing noise come from deep within your throat. Quickly, you gazed down towards your arm only to noticed the bullet wound that leaked out blood from your upper arm.

You knew it wasn’t going to kill you, but damn did it hurt like hell. You didn’t have much time to think. As soon as you knew it a hand was placed against your back gently. When you turned you noticed Rossi besides you with a look of worry yet care. 

“Let’s get you patched up, son.” He said calmly, his voice smooth against the rest of the loud, blaring noises that entered your ears.

You only nodded in response before heading over to the ambulance, the medics quick to patch you up the best they could before heading the hospital to fully take care of the wound. Your stay wasn’t long since the bullet had an exit wound, but it sucked when they kept poking and prying at you. 

When you got home you felt relieved, thankful that you had a quite heaven to return to. The first thing you did was grab a bottle of hard liquor to held with the pain as the meds started to leave your system. You thought maybe you’d have a night to yourself since Hotchner wasn’t allowing you back to work for the next few days. Just until you had no pain when moving your arm. 

You started to prepare some food for yourself. The usual junk food anyone would eat at a movie marathon. Popcorn, chips, pretzels. They all were neatly laid out on the counter next to your couch. You were at some sort of level of peace, only sinking more into a relaxing state of mind before several patterned, rhythmic knocks came at your door. You paused, making sure you didn’t just imagine it before letting out a sigh, wondering who it could be as you approached the door. When you opened it though, you felt your breathing stop. Your heart skip a small beat before going back to its normal behavior as you stared at Spencer who stood outside your door.

“Hey,” he said as he pressed both his lips together. His body rocking on his heels for a moment before asking, “may I come in?”

You leaned your body against your door, your arms completely exposed thanks to the black tank-top your wore with a simple pair of black sweatpants. Your bandaged arm limp at your side. 

“Why? Shouldn’t you be home?” You asked in a stern tone, your mind racing to why you were so aggressive. You swear you didn’t mean to be. You never wanted to be like this towards him, ever.

“I should.” Spence agreed. “But, we need to talk.”

You stared at him for a moment before opening the door wider and slipping to the side. You watched Spencer carefully as he moved from the outside into your home before shutting the door behind him. When done, you rested your back against the front door, your observing eyes keeping on Spence. 

“How’s your arm?” He asked softly, and yet as gentle as it was something was boiling under it that made your stomach begin to twist.

“It’s fine, hurts a bit, but I did get shot.” You said nonchalantly. You truly didn’t think your words would make him explode, but you just guessed he planned to do it anyway as soon as he knocked on your door.

In a sudden and swift moment, he turned, his lean body nearly cutting the air in two as a small hiss was heard. When he looked you in the eyes, you cautiously began to straighten your back against the door frame. You held your head up, your nose rising hiring then before. Something distorted in those chestnut orbs of his, something that didn’t quite sit with you right. You knew you were in for it, you just thought it would be Hotch instead of him.

“Do you know how stupid that was?” He asked as he leaded in his head to the side, his brows beginning to furrow in pure rage. “I had it under control. I had it. Why couldn’t you just trust me on that?”

“Trust you?” You questioned in a sour tone. You leaned your body off the door, your chest puffing up for a moment as you took a step forward. “Every time you get the chance you end up in the middle of cross-fire. How was I supposed to know for sure that you would be okay? Huh? For I know if I didn’t do what I did you could have been hurt, at worst, killed right there in the street like a dog!”

Spence’s teeth began to grind against one another. “And what? Get yourself killed in the process? You were lucky, that’s it. Any further and you could be dead because of me!”

“So what? You want me to tell you that I’m sorry?” You questioned taking another step forward. Close enough now to pull him into a hug. “Cause I’m not. I’m not sorry.”

“You’re so infuriating!” Spence yelled.

“You just figured that out?” You asked, cocking a brow up as you watched Spencer’s brows narrow on you. When he didn’t respond to your smug comment, you sighed. Lowering your head as you started to move past him. “If you wanna stay you can, but I’m not talking about this anymore. It’s over and done with, so leave it alone.”

Just when you started to pass Reid, thinking this was over and done with, a tight grip was at your wrist. It stopped you dead in your tracks, turning your head to him with a deadly look that would normally cut him down. Today though, it didn’t work and instead the look that mirrored your own made you feel weak at the knees. He was dead serious.

“Do you even trust me?” He asked lowly. His tone laced with something that made your trigger happy fingers twitch, especially when you felt his hand grip even tighter, almost like he was using your wrist as a stress ball. 

“I do.” You said. It was plain, without a tease nor a substance of sarcasm. You didn’t have to even think twice about the question.

“Than why did you do that?” Reid asked gently, his voice glimmering with great confusion as he tried to read you. Profile you.

Without a second though you said, “Because I’m selfish when it comes to you.”

“What?” He asked, eyes moving all over the place. “I don’t understand.”

You gave a dry chuckle. “For a genius, you’re pretty stupid at times.”

Spencer didn’t speak. His mouth hung open a bit, but no words came out. Instead he gave you this look that made you justify every action you made earlier even more. You had no guilt anymore. You had no second thoughts. In the end, nothing else mattered but making sure he was alive and well, but perhaps just the distorted view of him kicking into your brain. The irregular and slamming pattern of your heart aiding in the distortion.

And maybe in that moment he saw through you for once, maybe you let the persona you always put on slip. Maybe he managed to slip through the small crack in your mask and saw the infatuation you held for genius in front of you. Either way, before you even had time to register his movements you felt his breath graze over your cooler lips. The next thing you knew he was kissing you. It unlocked something in your that you repressed for a while now, and while it slipped to the surface at times, now you couldn’t help but let it free from its cage. You had no right to like him, you thought, but when he kissed you, you knew it sighed some kind of contract between the two of you that would make you the happiest man alive. Especially with him alive and well at your side.

[yourmidnightlover]

ssa hotchner: chapter 1 - the blazer

TW: harrassment, talk about a case

WC : 5,920 

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"aaron! hey," you answered the phone after hitting enter on the final file you had to upload to the computer.

"y/n! how are you?" your brother questioned kindly.

"um, i've been better," you started, trying to figure out how to tell him the bad news.

"what happened?" aaron asked as he finished filling out the final file he had before noon. "is it about that promotion?" he rolled his eyes, recalling the events of last time you were up for a promotion.

"yea... it is," you sorrowfully revealed. "i uh... i didn't get it. again," you sighed out as you closed your laptop and put it in your bag. "can you... what are you doing for lunch?"

"well the team and i were gonna go out to a local thai place right around the corner from the bau, you could join if you'd like," he replied, wanting to be there for his sister any chance he could. "you know how much they love you."

"i just don't really think my mood is relative to that of a person who's going out with a crowd of people, y'know?" you placed the device in your bag and closed it, pulling it over your shoulder after grabbing your keys from the bag. "besides, i haven't met all of your team yet. dr. reid wasn't there the last time i saw you at my birthday because he was visiting his mother, remember?" you brought up, hoping he wouldn't feel too bad for you.

"y/n, just come to lunch with us. the last case went well, and everyone's pretty excited about that. maybe that'll help put you in a better mood?" aaron suggested as he gathered his things to go out for lunch. "and reid will actually be there this time so you'll be able to meet him," arron smiled at the thought of you meeting the young genius.

"are you sure? i really don't want to impose on your post-case celebrations, aaron," you rebutted as you walked out of the doors of the office you've been working at for nearly 8 years.

"i'm positive. everyone would love to see you again," emily walked into the office, noticing the smile he was wearing that he only has when he's talking to you.

"is that y/n?" emily questioned with a bright smile as hotch nodded. "tell her i said hi! and that i really miss her! oh wait are you talking her into coming to lunch with us?" her eyes widened at the possibility of seeing you again.

"yea, i'm trying to get her to realize that she won't be imposing on us if she comes," the dark haired man sighed.

"here, give me the phone. you know she can't resist my charm," emily teased, you laughed from hearing the remark over the phone as hotch handed it to her. "y/n hotchner. you are going to go to lunch with us whether you like it or not," emily demanded with a smirk.

"oh, yes. there's that charm i know and love, em," you giggled as you put your keys in the ignition, realization setting in that you should probably just go to lunch with them since you have no other plans and are already in your car. "fine. i'll go. should i meet you there or at the office?"

"just meet us there. we're like five minutes away and with morgan's driving it'll be cut in half," emily scolded.

"okay. i'm on my way now. should be maybe 10 minutes," you announced. "i'll see you guys there," you said before hanging up the phone and beginning to drive.

you had been working at a law firm near the bau for nearly 8 years. in fact, next week would make it officially 8 years. the office was run by a few men, under the US district attorney, who you've come to find out are misogynistic pricks who don't like putting women in positions of authority.

you got hired on about 5 months out of law school, columbia law school to be exact. you have an associates in business and a masters criminology, law, psychology. your original dream was to work at the bau with your big brother, clearly, but those dreams changed since you graduated from columbia.

you pulled into the parking lot of 'thailand eatery,' a bau team favorite, and noticed aaron's car parked in the far corner. you smiled to yourself as you found a spot beside him and got out to make your way inside.

"hi, i'm here with aaron hotchner for lunch," you sweetly announced to the hostess before she nodded.

"right this way, ma'am," you followed her to the table full of fbi agents, noticing their laughter that erupted for some unknown reason.

one seat was open next to aaron and emily. you placed your blazer on your seat and a hand on both of their shoulders to announce your arrival. they looked at you in surprise before realizing who you were, big smiles crossing their faces.

"y/n!" arron excitedly announced before standing to give you a nice bear hug. "it's so good to see you," he whispered in your ear kindly.

"i know. it's been a while since we've been able to do this," you grinned widely as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

"okay, okay..." emily interrupted. "this is sweet and all, but i haven't been able to see you since your birthday last year," she announced before you traded your brother's arms for hers.

"it's good to see you, em" you laughed as she squeezed you tightly.

"where the hell have you been! i've missed you," she pouted as you both unwrapped your arms from each other.

"y'know, working for the usual pricks i do... and that's pretty much it," you shrugged as you made your way around the table to hug penelope.

"what have they been doing to you this time, my little sugar plum?" penelope asked sweetly as you gave her another hug.

"the usual, pen. just the usual," you sighed into her ear as you began to hug derek. "but let's not get into that know, yea? i heard you guys had a successful case the other day! that's exciting!" you announced as derek wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and swinging you around a bit.

if you're honest, derek is like a second big brother to you. he was there for you when your brother got stabbed in his own home and was in a coma. he comforted you in your home when you were sobbing on the floor because it wasn't safe for you to visit your own flesh and blood.

"hell yea it was," derek smiled into your ear before placing you down and giving you a chaste peck on the cheek. "but if i need to kick some ass at that work place of yours i won't even hesitate," he whispered into your ear as he rose from your cheek.

"now, now, derek," you tapped his chest playfully. "i don't need you kicking my bosses down like you would a door, as exhilarating as that sounds," you chuckled aimlessly.

"bella, care to indulge me in what they're doing at that office of yours?" rossi said as you made your way to hug him.

"it's not that big of a deal, dave. i'm sure i'm just overreacting again," you sighed as you released him from his hug.

"not a big deal?" aaron butted in. "y/n, you deserved that promotion and they looked you over, yet again," he sassed. "i don't think that's overreacting," he rolled his eyes.

"i know i deserved it, but..." you sighed, weighing all the possibilities. "actually there's no buts. i've worked there for 8 years and have gotten two promotions. i guess i'm just really disappointed," you reasoned, trying not to start crying from the anger bubbling up inside of you.

"two promotions in eight years?" rossi questioned, noticing the annoyed look on your face at the thought. "do those assclowns not realize what an amazing worker you are?" david asked in disbelief.

"i don't know... i guess?" you questioned. "i just don't want to think about that right now," you said as you hugged jj in return.

"are you kidding? we've been to a few of your cases," the blond added. "you're amazing, y/n." jj complimented. "rossi's right. they must be absolutely blind if they don't see what a great worker you are."

"thank you, jayge," you smiled at her before realizing there was one more person at the table.

you'd seen him in pictures, and had heard enough about him to remember a few key points. he's a genius with three phd's, three ba's, he has a thing with germs, he's a bit awkward, and absolutely handsome. the pictures you've seen didn't do him justice.

"i'm assuming you're the famous dr. spencer reid?" you asked, not bothering to reach for a hug or handshake.

"i uhm, yes i am. dr. sp-spencer reid. or you can call me spen-spencer," he cleared his throught. "or reid, or basically whatever you'd uh- whatever you'd prefer," he stuttered out, sitting awkwardly in his chair and barely maintaining eye contact.

"how about we just go with spencer?" you asked as you made your way to your seat beside your brother. "my name's-"

"y/n hotchner, yes," he smiled at you as your brother pushed your chair in for you, you muttering a small 'thank you' in return. "i've uhm... i've heard a lot about you," he stammered.

"oh dear, let me go ahead and apologize in that case," you joked, eliciting laughter from your friends at the table.

"actually, there's uhm - there's no need to apologize. everything i heard was," he sniffled, "really good. it was all good," his lips formed into a line as he nodded at his own words.

"well then i guess i have to mention how great everyone's made you out to be. i mean, a three phds and three ba's at only, what? 34? that's beyond incredible, spencer," you complimented the gorgeous man sitting beside your brother.

"oh uhm, th-thank you, y/n," he blushed. cute.

"it's no problem at all. i mean it's not everyday that you meet a genius that's as young and handsome as you are," you laughed, taking a sip of the water that your brother had ordered for you before you arrived, not even realizing the compliment you had payed to his looks. shit. now you realized. you cleared your thought before acting like you didn't even say anything.

"oh! uhm, th-thank you, again. you're uhm - you're very - you too. not that you're handsome, but that you're very..." he trailed off, biting his lower lip to refrain from humiliating himself even more.

"well then, pretty boy, you sure do have a way with words," morgan teased, eliciting a jab in the stomach from penelope.

"derek morgan, if you do not shut up," penelope scowled.

meanwhile, you turned your head to notice your brother staring oddly at 'pretty boy' who was looking sheepishly at you. you nudged your brother's arm playfully, capturing his attention.

"stare any harder at him and he might explode, aaron," you whispered in his ear, being sure not to look at spencer.

"maybe that needs to happen with the way he's looking at you, y/n," he rebutted.

it's true. if anyone else had been looking at you that way, arron probably would've mentioned that he's in the fbi and that he has more than two guns to scare them away. since it was spencer, everything was different.

"shush, it's just a little crush. what's the worst that could happen?" you rolled your eyes at his protectiveness. "he'll be over it by the end of lunch," you announced, not noticing the way aaron rolled his eyes at your assumption.

aaron had seen spencer around girls enough to know that when he got flustered around them it usually meant something more than just a little crush in spencer's mind. that also means that arron knows that spencer would never try to do anything with you because you're his sister.

"fine," he relished, not wanting to bother with the genius's sure infatuation with you when this is the first time he's gotten to see his own sister in a while. "so you wanted to talk to me about something?" he changed the subject.

"right," you twiddled with your thumbs and looked down into your lap. "ikindaputinmytwoweeksnoticeatthefirmoceifoundoutaboutthepromotion," you rambled out, casually taking a sip of your drink as if you didn't just say you quit your job of 8 years.

"you did what?" he asked in confusion, not understanding what you said.

"i put in my two weeks notice once i found out about the promotion," you slowed down so he could understand, his eyes going wide upon the understanding.

"that's... what you wanted to do, right?" he questioned, not wanting to give you the wrong reaction.

"yea, i think so," you started. "i was just so tired of getting looked over just because of my gender, y'know? i've had to prove myself in everything i've ever done. i think i've more than proved myself at the firm," you announced, still trying to find your own confidence.

:you have, y/n. you've more than proved yourself to be an amazing lawyer," he agreed. "sometimes i'm convinced you might work harder than we do," he scoffed.

"there's no way, a," you laughed at the ridiculous statement. "i've just put my all into the firm. all my time, attention, and hard work has gone into that place. the reason that place is where it is right now is because of me," you pouted.

"i remember. i brought the whole team to the case that put the firm on the map. even reid was there," he stated.

"spencer was at that case?" you asked, not remembering him saying hi afterwords.

"yea, he was. he just got pulled away because of troubles with his mom," you 'ohh'ed at the revelation. "but that case was the hardest one i've ever seen a lawyer handle, y/n."

"thank you," you smiled at the compliment.

"no, i mean it," he relished. "i don't even think i would've won that case. that's what brought everyone to the firm. it was a high profile case, one that the bau was on. of course there was going to be a big turnout. you handled the press, and the pressure amazingly."

it was a case the bau had worked on for nearly a week and a half, and they needed you to further convince the jury that who they caught was the right unsub because of the amount of circumstantial evidence. you were able to get the unsub flustered, and admit to his own crime on the stand with the press in the room.

it was possibly the best case you'd ever gotten because the amount of publicity you'd gotten. but with publicity there came quite a few complications that you hadn't told anyone about.

"that's just the big brother in you talking," you giggled, trying to brush the compliment off naturally.

"whatever you say, y/n. whatever you say," he brought his drink up to his mouth to take a sip.

"so, how was the last case you were on?" you asked, quite intrigued by all the cases he would tell you when he had the chance.

"well, how about we start from the beginning since you like hearing about them so much?" he asked with a grin, you nodded eagerly.

"so it started with the unsub taking abducting his victims..."

throughout the case, you found yourself starting to profiling the suspects yourself, something your brother noticed too. i mean, how could you not do that? you had a degree in psychology and criminology so it made since that profiling them would be natural for you.

everyone at the table interrupted at their parts in the story. when david and jj went to the m.e., when aaron, emily, and derek went to the crime scene, spencer and the geo profile. you were fascinated by their work and everything they were able to do.

when you were younger and your brother had first started at the bau, he really enjoyed calling you to tell you about them. he loved your reactions and how enthusiastic you would become when he was talking. that's really when you first started dreaming about being in the bau, with aaron.

"ugh, y'know i used to dream of going on cases with you guys," you admitted after they finished wrapping up the case in words, taking a sip of your drink to wash your food down.

"really?" spencer asked, not stammering while talking to you for the first time all afternoon.

"yea. aaron would always tell me about the cases when you got back, and i could practically just imagine myself working them with him and you guys," you relished, a smile on your face as you recalled the memories of your younger self.

"i think you'd do excellent on the team," spencer suggested. "it's clear that you already work well with everyone, plus you're more than qualified to work with us, other than the fact that you'd need to go through the fbi training."

"actually i've already been through it," you nonchalantly admitted with a shrug.

"you have?" he questioned as his eyebrows raised in shock. "why haven't you decided to work at the fbi then?" you shrugged at his question.

"i guess i just thought i wouldn't fit in enough?" you said, clearly realizing the contradiction to your earlier statement about imagining yourself on the team. "besides, i got a job at the firm as soon as i got out of the academy, so it all worked out fine."

"actually, reid, that's a good idea," aaron said as he turned his attention to you. "would you be interested in working at the bau with us?" he asked with a small grin, the thought of working with his sister already bringing a smile to his face.

"wh-don't-wouldn't you have to ask your boss about that? that's a big change, adding a new member to a team. you guys already work so well together..." you trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse.

"strauss?" derek asked in feigned disbelief. "she loves you, kid. which is kind of odd since it seems as though she doesn't like hotch as much," derek chuckled.

"oh my god! imagine it, y/n!" penny yelled in excitement. "you could see us everyday, and you wouldn't have to deal with those buttmunches you work for!" she announced.

"used to work for, two weeks from now," you laughed. "and it sounds amazing, but aaron already works there. i'm sure that's enough hotchner's for you guys," you shrugged with a smile.

"that's nonsense!" emily disagreed. "two of my favorite people working with me?! an absolute dream, i tell you," she grinned.

"i guess if you talk to erin about it and she's alright with it..." you trailed off with a huff. "how could i say no?" you smiled.

"oh my gosh this is so exciting!" penny announced, jumping up and rushing arounf the table to hug you. "i'm so ready to work with you!"

"let's not get too beyond ourselves, pen," you giggled. "she hasn't approved my addition yet."

"come on, she's gonna approve it, y/n," dave commented.

"whatever you guys say," you laughed.

you all finished eating, and received the check for lunch of which david insisted on paying. you went up to him afterwards and insisted on paying your part of the bill, but he said it was 'his treat for this wondrous occasion.'

you reluctantly made your way back to your office, the lingering stares from your bosses not going unnoticed. you couldn't wait for those two weeks to be over and for you to be able to leave that hell hole behind, whether you got the job at the bau or not.

you sat down in your chair and reached for your blazer only to realize you must've left it back at the restaurant. great. there goes that 50 bucks.

"hey, sweetcheeks," ron, one of your bosses, commented upon his entrance to your office.

"how many times do i have to tell you not to call me that?" you rolled your eyes, finishing up on the transcript you would need for the case you had tomorrow.

"oh, come on. you know you love it," he said, walking further into your office and sitting on the corner of your desk, ignoring the two chairs that remained across from you. you closed your computer and looked into his eyes, shooting daggers at him with your own.

"what do you want?" you spat at him, wanting to get him out of your hair as soon as possible.

"well, you won't be an employee in two weeks," he announced as if you hadn't already known.

"i'm well aware," you sassed back, trying not to slap him across the face at the fact that he was no longer looking at your eyes, rather further south from them. you snapped your fingers to bring his attention back to your face. "what. do. you. want?"

"well, honey pie, i was just wanting to take you out. y'know, after you're done here," he bit his lip, trying to be seductive but massively failing.

the terrible thing about this fool is, he doesn't know what the word 'no' means. he's always made passes at you, and commented on your appearance. it, of course, made you uncomfortable, but you couldn't really do anything about it. the hopes of getting a promotion was greater than your uncomfortability.

"i've seen the way you look at me, it's no secret," he said, getting off your desk and walking closer to you.

"you mean it's no secret that i find you absolutely repulsive?" you snapped. "shocker," you widened your eyes to feign surprise with your remark.

"are you serious?" he said, his 'seductive' smile now turning into a frown.

"are you serious?" you asked in disgust.

you placed your laptop in your bag, taking your keys out of the bag in the process and beginning to walk out of your office to avoid the man standing there. he grabbed your arm, forcing you to face him.

"don't walk away from me," he gritted, his face red with anger. his grip on your arm tightened, surely leaving a bruise in its wake.

"then don't fucking touch me," you said, attempting to yank your arm away from him, only failing to do so. "let go," you demanded.

"sorry, sweetcheeks, i didn't get that," he smirked. that fucker smirked at your struggle.

knock. knock. knock.

you turned to see whoever was at your door. it was none other than dr. spencer reid. holding your blazer in his hand. you furrowed your brows in confusion before ron decided to drop your arm.

"what the hell is going on?" spencer asked, his eyes not leaving ron's defensive stature as he placed the jacket on one of the chairs by your desk.

"nothing, right doll?" ron looked at you, a disgusting grin on his face.

"yea, right," you rolled your eyes.

spencer's eyes trailed back to you and your arm ron was once holding, right where the red mark is. you swore that if looks could kill, ron would've died the second spencer knocked on your door.

"then what's that on her arm?" he questioned, moving closer to you and pushing you behind him defensively. "you hurt her," he accused. you stepped to his side, noting the way he tried to take charge for you.

"spencer," you placed a hand on his arm, forgetting his thing about germs for a second in attempt to calm him down. "i can handle this," he turned to face you. "i've dealt with this asshole for nearly 8 years, isn't that right, ron?" you questioned with a sneaky grin.

"who the hell is this guy, sweetcheeks?" he questioned as if you had an obligation to tell him who he was.

"you don't get to know that. and you don't get to call me that, either," you reminded him, having to bite your lip to try not to explode on the guy.

"are you fucking this guy?" he accused you. you pushed spencer out of the way, and squinted your eyes at him in disbelief.

"you're seriously asking me that?" you asked. "if i was, it's still none of your fucking business, asshole!" you said getting closer to his face in order to make a point.

slap!

the asshole slapped you.

spencer quickly grabbed you and moved you out of the way before pushing the guy into the wall, knocking your fake plant over as well as a few books on the shelf on the wall. ron's face was smashed into the wall, one of his arms twisted behind his back as both were in spencer's grasp.

"don't you dare touch her. ever again," he demanded, twisting his arm even further, ron squirming to get out of his grip. "did you hear me?"

your hand cupped the side of your face, the sting from ron's wedding band hurting more than you would've thought.

"ahh! yes! yes, i heard you!" he squealed.  

"good. now you can apologize to her like a gentleman," he ordered, pushing his arm further up into his back to elicit another groan from the man, you had a hard time keeping a straight face from the scene in front of you.

"shit! ouch! okay! i'm sorry! i'm sorry!" he apologized in a high pitched tone, still trying to get out of spencer's grasp.

"good job," he released him from his grip, a sigh coming from ron at the freedom his arm received. "now go before i change my mind and cuff you right here," he ordered.

"cuff me?" he asked in disbelief. spencer pulled his fbi badge out, flashing it in ron's face, noticing the way his eyebrows shot up. "oh shit."

you moved your hand away from your face, looking at your hand and noticing the patch of blood that remained there. you wiped your cheek, trying to stop the blood flow.

"what did i just say?" spencer asked. "leave. now."

"right," ron said, walking back over towards the door, whispering to you on the way out. "don't bother coming to work tomorrow. or ever again."

"oh that'll be no problem, boss," you scoffed as he made his way out of the door, leaving you and spencer alone in your office.

"i'm uh, sorry about your plant," he pointed at the fake succulent that lay on the floor.

"it was fake anyway," you shrugged as you kneeled down to pick it up as spencer began picking the books up. "thank you, by the way," you smiled at the man.

"it's nothing, really," it was his turn to shrug. "hotch wouldn't have let me on the next case if i didn't intervene in whatever was going on."

oh. so that's why he helped you. of course it was. you were his superior's little sister, nothing else.

"so, what brings you here?" you asked as he offered you his hand to help you stand up, you gladly took it and rose to your feet. "oh sorry, you have a germ... my bad" you grimaced at the thought of making him uncomfortable.

"oh, don't worry about it. and i was actually here to bring you your blazer," he said, retrieving the jacket from the chair and giving it back to you. "i uhm, you forgot it at the restaurant."

"right, i noticed that once i got here. thank you," you thanked him, placing the jacket over your arm and picking up your bag. "you've already saved me twice today and we've only just met," you laughed.

"it seems that way," he smiled, walking with you out of the office. he gently grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him once you were outside. "your face is bleeding, y/n."

"oh," you reached your hand up to notice the way the blood was still lightly flowing. "oops," you laughed.

"you should clean it up, you don't need to get that infected," he suggested, his hand tracing the outskirts of ron's handprint on your face.

"thanks for the recommendation, doc," you laughed. "i think i have some stuff back at my place that i could use."

"i'm so sorry that happened," he frowned slightly, his hand dropping to his side.

"ehh," you shrugged. "i'm sure you've seen worse. besides, i can handle myself," you said as he began walking with you in the direction of your car.

"let me see your arm?" he asked softly.

you brought it up closer to his eyesight. he gently grasped your arm, nothing like the way he had done to ron earlier in your office. his touch left goosebumps on your skin, the soft way his fingers traced your arm.

"it's already bruising, so i think it's only a subcutaneous bruise, luckily," he diagnosed.

"i'll bet you could pass as a medical doctor if you tried," you noted, nudging his arm gently with yours.

"many people make that mistake already! it's a frequent misconception by a lot of people i meet," he smiled.

"if i hadn't already known what kind of doctor you were, i'm sure i might've fallen into that misconception," you added with a grin as you approached your car. "so, this is me," you smiled and nodded at the tall man.

"oh! right! uhm..." he trailed off. "it was nice to meet you, y/n," he smiled kindly.

his smile's nice. warm. very home-like.

"it was nice to meet you too," you smiled. "thank you, again. for saving me back there."

"of course. anytime. i'm just glad i got there before anything got too bad..." he furrowed his brows at the not so distant memory.

"yea, you and me both, handsome," you joked, noticing the way his cheeks blushed at the compliment. "so where are you parked? the least i could do is give you a ride to your car," you suggested.

"oh, i was actually on my way to the metro. driving isn't really my thing..." he grimaced.

"then how about i drive you home?" you asked, wanting to figure out how to thank the perfect man that stood before you.

"i-i don't want you to be going out of your way..." he shook his head.

"look, spencer, i won't force you to do anything, but i want to do this," you placed a hand on his forearm. "at least as a thank you."

"um..." he looked at his watch, noticing the time. "okay, i guess that'd be nice. besides, i've missed the last ride to where i need to go," he shrugged with a small grin.

"great! just tell me where to, doc," you said as you both got into your car.

"capital plaza apartments," he announced with a grin.

"sounds great," you said as you turned the key in the ignition, backing out of your parking spot and starting the way towards his apartment. "so, you've worked at the bau for 12 years? right?"

"yea. i started when i was 22," he announced.

"right, i remember aaron telling me how you were the youngest member of the team when you got there," you encouraged him to continue.

"right again. they actually had to make an exception to let me into the field," he laughed softly. "they had to waiver basically every physical exam on account of my mental capabilities."

"i mean, whatever works. it's so intriguing that at such a young age you know so much, and your knowledge is only expanding," you shook your head in disbelief.

"well you've accomplished quite a lot and you're only 30. working at a firm for 8 years and being as successful as you are is remarkable," he remarked.

"thank you, spencer," you looked over at the man and smiled before stopping at the red light.

"do you have any tissues?" he asked, you furrowed your brows in question. "your cheek is still bleeding," he informed you.

"oh! there right there in the glovebox," you pointed across his lap as he grabbed the tissue from the compartment and reached across the console himself.

you leaned in across the console yourself, trying to make it easier for him to wipe it off. he cautiously used it to dab the little blood remaining on your cheek off, his hand lingering for a while.

you looked up to meet his eyes, the red from the stoplight illuminating his facial structure in a way that was otherworldly. you were entranced by each others' gaze, not even noticing the light turned green until the car behind you honked their horn, alerting you to step on the gas.

"oh! sorry," you apologized, biting the inside of your lip as you continued to drive him back to his apartment.

"don't be," he swallowed the lump in his throat.

sooner than later, you pulled into his apartment complex to drop him off.

"thank you so much, again, spencer," you placed a hand on his upper arm to emphasize your thanks.

"you don't need to thank me, y/n. i was happy to help," he placed one of his much larger hands on top of yours, squeezing it gently before he made his way out of your car. "goodbye."

"goodbye, spencer," you returned as you watched him walk up to his apartment building, practically gawking at the man that saved you.

you drove back to your house quickly, entering the code for the gate. you noticed yet another piece of paper taped to the front of the gate. you ripped it off the metal, and placed it inside your bag.

upon entering you placed your bag on the hook that remained on your wall after retrieving the sheet of paper from it. you kicked your shoes off beside the door neatly, walking into your kitchen to pour yourself a small glass of wine before tending to your wound.

you walked into your bathroom and gazed at the handprint on your face, noticing the small gash that remained on your cheekbone. after washing your face, you used an antibiotic on the cut, placing a small bandage overtop.

walking into your bedroom, you admired the view from the large window as you changed into your pajamas. you were too tired to eat anything, but you knew you needed to get something into your system.

you walked back into your kitchen and found a granola bar you could eat quickly. you grabbed the sheet of paper and walked back into your living room as you continued to eat.

underneath your sofas, there are storage bins that you keep extra things inside. what also happens to be inside of that bin is a small, old shoebox. inside of that shoebox you placed the note, along with all the others you've received, not bothering to read it this time.

you made your way back into the bathroom, brushed your teeth, and returned to your bedroom.

it was a long day, very eventful. you could only hope the letters would stop if you got the job at the bau. but for now... sleep.

[ot3-watch]

Episode 3: The Wedding Job

And so we begin the “The Network Fucked Up” saga with episode 7 which is SUPPOSED to be episode 3. 

Huge men drinking out of tiny teacups is hilarious and will never stop being so. 

Nate, stop being such a control freak. “I thought I pick the clients” DUDE CHILL

“No more, no less” honey you getting much more

“We’ll get back to you” FUCK YOU NATE

PARKER LOVES KIDS EPISODE 1

NATE IF YOU HAD FOUND THIS CASE YOU’D TAKE IT IN AN INSTANT YOU’RE JUST MAD YOU DIDN’T FIND IT

FBI!!! TAGGERT AND MCSWEETEN!! AHH OKAY I LOVE THEM

“They just need validation” BITCH ME TOO THE FUCK

TODAY IN THEY MAKE PEOPLE LOOK UNNECESSARILY STUPID

Hardison is so gregarious it’s so amazing to watch

“I don’t have to type anything right” oh my god

TAPES! “HARDISON HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WALK OUT OF THE FBI OFFICES WITH A BOX FULL OF TAPES?” “pUNCH someBODY!” “oh I’m gonna PUNCH SOMEBODY” God i love them

Jersey Boys I can’t, it’s terrible guys. Do mobsters have no taste

Oh look, it’s that woman who’s in EVERYTHING

What is Parker wearing on her head

Everyone talks about bridezillas, but no one talks about mother of the bridezillas. 

WHY DIDN’T THEY HIRE A WEDDING PLANNER IN THE FIRST PLACE

SOPHIE FOCUSING ON HER PERSONAL PROBLEMS WITH NATE INSTEAD OF THE JOB EPISODE 1

ELIOT THE CHEF EPISODE 1

HOLY SHIT I LOVE HIM

ELIOT GETTING TOO ATTACHED TO HIS COVER STORY AND FORGETTING ABOUT THE JOB EPISODE 1

He’s so mad that she doesn’t like it I lovehim I LOVE HIM I FUCKING LOVE ELIOT SPENCER

“Imagine if we had bugs planted all over the house” WHY THE FUCK DON’T YOU

How the fuck is the dress so ugly? WHY IS THAT WHAT THEY WANT? WHO WEARS PINK RUCHED SATIN WITH BLUE FLOWERS

I mean, other than, like, me @6 years old. But really, no one should be wearing the clothes I wore at 6 years old. 

Also it’s just.. the worst length. Like if it was a long dress it might be better. 

Nate the pastor episode 1

God that future son in law seems like a dream guy I love him

Maria Moscone deserves better than her scumbag parents let’s be real

SOPHIE TAKING THINGS TOO PERSONALLY AND GETTING THE WAY OF THE JOB

THIS!!! THIS IS WHY THE NETWORK ORDER MAKES NO SENSE!!! THIS HERE’S AN AIMEE REFERENCE BUT IF THEY’D ALREADY DONE THE TWO HORSE JOB, HARDISON WOULD’VE KNOWN ABOUT HER AND NOT ASKED

“What did you do?” “Me? I liberated CROATIA!” *angry apple bite* i CAN’T I LOVE HIM

DO PEOPLE NOT KNOW PARKER ISN’T A BRIDESMAID? HOW IS THAT DRESS FOOLING ANYONE

Hardison in love with Parker is so pure

… Okay but shouldn’t maria and blonde n’ bitchy know that Parker isn’t a bridesmaid? Wouldn’t the other bridesmaids know? Why does no one in the wedding party question ANYTHING?

HARDISON’S SCARF THOUGH

WHY IS HER MOTHER WEARING WHITE?? WHO WEARS WHITE TO A WEDDING WTF

MARIA MOSCONE DESERVES BETTER

SOPHIE FUCK OFF!! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS RIGHT NOW?? THIS ISN’T IMPORTANT SOPHIE!! SOPHIE STOP IT!! SOPHIE SHUT UP!

M A R I A M O S C O N E D E S E R V E S B E T T E R

The Butcher of Kiev is the best subplot of this episode but HOW THE FUCK DID THEY ALL KNOW HE AND ELIOT HAD A PAST

Sophie is so fucking annoying in this episode I hate her right now

THESE PEACHES AREN’T GONNA POACH THEMSELVES PARKER

OH MY GOD NATE SHUT UP

NATE SHUT UP

NO ONE WANTS TO HEAR THIS NATE

SHUT THE FUCK UP NATE

THIS ISN’T ABOUT YOU NATE

“In my day, no one would do business at their daughter’s wedding” WELL THEN DON’T DO BUSINESS 

Parker’s face smushed against the glass is great

Ahh yes, you don’t get the money so you SHOOT THE BRIDE. Because THAT’s not gonna cause a scene and get you arrested. 

OK be honest is there anyone who was surprised by the wife being responsible? Bc I’m not

Eliot’s face is like “TFW the guy whose face you burned shows up at a wedding you’re supposed to be pretending to but actually are catering with a cleaver and backup and the overwhelming urge to kill you”

I know that’s super specific but that’s what it is

Parker’s really good at playing drunk

But also, why did they not question what she was doing behind the curtain

Like she just happened to appear after they were finished talking about VERY ILLEGAL THINGS and they aren’t at all suspicious?

Also, Parker using Hardison as a cover is just… I love it. 

You’re laughing. Eliot brought a whisk to a knife fight and you’re laughing. 

The saddest part is Eliot has any sort of cooking implement. You should be terrified right now

Okay so let me get this straight. A guy is StrANGLING you, you get your hands on a rolling pin, and your instinct isn’t, “hey, I can use this rolling pin to clobber him over the head,” the instinct is “Let me use this rolling pin to get my hands on the appetizers?” Like, yes, lemon juice, but also ROLLING PINS ARE HEAVY AND YOU COULD AT LEAST KNOCK THE GUY OUT

But no, let me shove fucking MUSHROOMS in his eyes because otherwise how else would we get the symmetry of the butcher yelling “IT BUUUURRRNNNNSS” both times he fights Eliot

And then he uses the fucking serving tray to bonk him on the head INSTEAD OF THE DUCKING ROLLING PIN

LIKE SERIOUSLY HAVE YOU EVER USED A ROLLING PIN AS A WEAPON

I’M NOT SAYING I HAVE BUT OUCH

Like, just… If I had a choice between being hit over the head with a thin sheet of metal or a log of wood with metal inside it, I’d pick the sheet, because at least that one has some give. 

“It’s the lemon juice” How does Eliot make that sound badass

“You just kill a guy with an appetizer?” How the FUCK WOULD YOU KNOW THAT??

WHY DOES NO ONE ASSUME A ROLLING PIN WOULD BE AN OKAY WEAPON

Or like LITERALLY ANYTHING ELSE IN THAT KITCHEN. THERE ARE CAST IRON PANS IN THAT KITCHEN. Or just liek… regular pans. HAVE YOU EVER DROPPED A NONSTICK PAN ON YOUR FOOT? IT FUCKING HURTS?? WHY IS THE APPETIZER YOUR FIRST INSTINCT NATE

Also, he’s clearly not dead. What the fuck

“I don’t know, maybe” I KNOW AND tHE ANSWER IS NO YOU OBVIOUSLY DIDN”T

...who honeymoons in Kansas? Is that a thing? 

They are a very cute couple i’ve gotta be honest

“Exactly what denomination are you reverend?” He isn’t

“You’re not Mary Poppins, youre a bitch” Okay pot. Okay. 

LITERALLY THAT FUCKING HANDBAG WOULD AHVE MADE A BETTER WEAPON THAN THE MUSHROOMS

How does Hardison remember all those numbers? He didn’t even hear a bunch of them, but he takes the book out so slowly? DOES HARDISON HAVE AN EIDETIC MEMORY? WHY IS THAT NOT A PLOT POINT MORE OFTEN

Like I’m just saying, someone tries to tell me their phone number more than 3-4 numbers at a time and I get confused. But hardison just… remembers

What happened to the cash? The daughter gets the fucking wedding present she DESERVES for putting up with her awful parents that’s what

Hardison appreciating Eliot’s cooking is EVERYTHING

“I left him five dollars for socks” Well everyone needs socks. 

Okay wait I just had a thought

If Nate isn’t an actual Reverend, is that marriage even legal? Does Nate just happen to also be a legally ordained minister? Did they have to get him an online ordainment? WhY did we not see that scene? WHAT IF HE’S NOT AND THEY AREN’T ACTUALLY MARRIED

And today on “I clearly think far too much about these things”

PARKER WIth KIDS IS EVERYTHING

Eliot cooking for his family I love it

ELIOT IN A TANK TOP I LOVE IT

Was Eliot’s arms the most important part of this scene? Probably not

Is it the only thing I care about? ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY

I”M A SIMPLE GIRL AND HE HAS VERY NICE ARMS OKAY

Final thoughts: 9/10. I love this episode so much guys. Points off because really who the fuck wears white to a wedding. I know that’s the point but its very off putting. Also for the bridesmaid dresses because they were ugly as sin. Actual point off for the wife secretly being awful. Very predictable, ew. Extra points for Chef!Eliot. Extra points for Eliot’s arms. Points off for Nate and Sophie being completely insufferable. Extra points for Parker being great in this episode. Points off for the FUCKING ROLLING PIN YES I’M STILL ANGRY DONT @ ME. Extra points for Eliot killing a man with an appetizer because it’s still funny. Extra points for no IYS or Sam references THANK THE FUCKING LORD. Or, at least, if there was, i didn’t notice, meaning it wasn’t egregious so whatever. So yeah, anyway I really fucking love this episode. 

IYS Count: 2/3

Sam Count: 2/3  AND WE ARE ALL BETTER OFF FOR IT

[drazzilder]

A Hellish Encounter

By Drazzilder

Chapter 5: The Cold

It takes a few hours for Endeavor to get you released from the hospital into his custody. When you two finally make it outside, the sun is already starting to set and the sky is turning a hazy red. A black car pulls up and a gentleman comes out and opens the rear door.

“Right this way Mr. Endeavor.”

“Thank you, Lenard”

You enter the car nervously and sit down on the left side. He follows suit and you both settle down as the car begins moving. “Where will you be taking me?” You ask, a little fear in your voice as you still question if Endeavor is really on your side.

“You will be coming with me to my hero agency. We have a few beds there that you can use until you find yourself a place to live.”

“Don’t I need money to live somewhere. I was on the streets because no one would hire me or my friends.” You say with while clenching your pants.

“I will be paying you as my apprentice. You said ‘friends’. Was there more than just you and Adam?”

“There was 4 of us total in the group: Adam, Jason, Greg, and I all managed to escape the facility. We were all at the stadium: Jason made the large crystals and Greg used is fire ability to fuse them together.”

“Do you mind me asking where they are now?”

“I don’t know. That’s the plan we came up with. If things got to hot, I was to attract the FBI or whoever was after us so the others could escape. We separated about 2 years ago. I have been teleporting across the earth keeping them close but far enough so I could escape quickly. I ended up in Japan about 6 months ago but I think the people looking for me didn’t follow me here. I really miss my friends and I hope they are ok.” You say this as you begin to shake a little.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“It’s ok, they are strong and I know they will survive. So, what will I be doing as your apprentice?” You ask trying to change the subject.

“You will be training to become a hero. Combat training, crisis management, all the rules and regulations: everything needed to become a hero. First you will be my sidekick then you will work on being a hero by yourself.”

“Why?” You look towards your feet.

“What do you mean why?”

“Why help me? I’m a murderer, a monster, I have a demon living inside of me, how can I be a hero?”

“You have done more heroic actions then some full-time heroes. The stadium, the crossing, I know there are more you haven’t mentioned.” He places his left hand on your shoulder. “Let me help you become what I know you want to be: a hero.”

“What makes you think I want to be a hero?”

“Well, Zaheer, I know you could have taken over (Y/N)’s body a long time ago if you really wanted to be evil.”

“Hurting people does not come naturally for me. I do rather like (Y/N) and would rather help people.”

“Well that’s good to hear. Ah. It looks like we are here.”

As you look outside of the car, you see a tall building that must be the hero agency Endeavor was talking about. You both set out of the car and walk towards the building but you stop about 6 feet from the door. Endeavor looks back to see you looking at the ground, holding your right arm with your left hand.

“I….I….I don’t know if I can go in there.”

“What’s wrong? It’s just a building? It’s not going to hurt... wait. Does this remind you of the facility?”

All you can do is nod in agreement, fear flowing through your whole body at this point.

“Here.” The man sighs. “Take my hand and we can walk in together.” He reaches his hand towards you and you are almost shocked back to normal as you see his hand in your field of view. You take his hand in your left and you get that feeling again. The feeling you first felt when he picked you up at the crossing. Warmth. Everything during your years at the facility was so cold. Cold tables, cold probes, cold floors, cold food: everything was cold. But when he grabs your hand, you feel an intense warm go through your body. “It must be his quirk” you thought but you must admit, it feels so nice. This warmth manages to thaw your frozen state and you begin walking into the building. Luckily the elevator to the top floor is glass because it if was a metal box, you would have rather died than go in there.

“Welcome to the Endeavor Agency.” Endeavor turns to you with a faint smile on his face as you walk into the large room that you assume is his office.

“It’s really nice, it feels so warm in here.” You say as you sit on the couch, looking at the fireplace, exhausted from being so tense in the hospital. Your stomach begins to growl.

“Are you hungry (Y/N)? Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“I’m used to being hungry, but I will admit the food at the hospital was better than anything I have eaten before. At least what I can remember.”

“You must be joking? The food at the hospital is ok at best. Why don’t I ask Sanji to get us some real food? Do you have any favorite foods?”

You shrug “I don’t know what I like, I’m just used to eating what is given to me or what I can find or kill.”

“You probably can’t make my favorite.”

“Why don’t I see if we can get you what I like?”

“I’ll eat anything so I’ll try it.”

Endeavor picks up the phone: “Sanji, please order us two of my favorites for here. Thank you.”

You patiently sit on the couch, almost falling asleep to the sounds of papers and pens moving across Endeavor’s desk. It is probably about 30 minutes or so until you hear the phone ring on his desk. “Your food is here Sir; would you like me to bring it in now?”

“Yes, that is fine.”

Sanji walks in with a tray with 2 meals on it and places it on the edge of his desk. “Thank you Sanji, that will be everything.”

“Yes, Sir” she leaves just as quickly and quietly as she entered.

“Come (Y/N), pick whichever meal you want.”

“What is it?”

“It’s kuzumochi. It’s made from wheat, it’s similar to jelly. Go ahead and take one, but don’t you dare make a mess on the carpet.” Endeavor’s eyes narrow at the last statement

“Ok.” You say as you begin to take one of the plates and a napkin. You head over to a seat at place the plate on your lap. The first thing you do is pick up one of the jelly pieces and begin to look at it, smell it, squeeze it. You notice Endeavor is looking at you so you quickly put the first piece in your mouth trying not to be rude. That’s when you begin to feel it, something you hate more than anything in the world: cold. The food is cold, it sends a pain strait to your head. You clench over your right eye and begin to make some pained grunts. Memories of the cold testing facility you spend so long in, the room, the tables you laid on for hours as they cut you open while you were awake. The screams of pain you made while the doctors continued to poke and prod at your insides. It’s becoming too much as your vision starts going black.

“What’s wrong? Are you allergic?” Endeavor has gotten up at this point and is quickly coming towards you to bring you some water. The only thing you manage to say between the pained memories flooding your brain is “too cold”. That’s when Endeavor realizes water isn’t what you need and goes back to the food tray and takes one of the cups of tea and hands it you you.

“Drink this…”

You take a sip and reality begins to finally go back to normal as the memories go melt away and the pain recedes. After a few sips you manage to catch your breath and look at Endeavor.

“I’m sorry. It was just too cold for me I guess.” You don’t dare want to tell him that it wasn’t a physical but mental pain that the cold was causing but you just wanted to change the subject.

“Continue drinking the tea, I will warm up your food.” He takes the plate and he uses his quirk to make his hand hot enough that the heat passes through the plate and gently warms the kuzumochi. He hands the plate back to you.

“Here, I made them a little warm for you. Hopefully this is better.” He looks at you almost apologetic but he hands you the plate and heads back to his desk before you could look at his face much longer. The second bite was much better. It wasn’t warm as much as it was body temperature. It didn’t cause a reaction this time so you continued eating, finally being able to enjoy the dish.

“Thank you Endeavor, it is really good. I never had anything like it.”

“Good. Once you are done, I will show you to where you will sleep and we can get your own clothing and toiletries.”

“That’s fine. It will be nice just to sleep on a bed after so long.” You smile a little as you rub the back of your neck. After you two finish your meals, you get a quick tour of the agency as Endeavor leads you to where you will sleep for the night. As he opens the door, you find yourself looking into a blank room with few sets of bunk beds and a table in the center. Your eyes widen. You begin to breath a little harder. At this point but he picks up on it and quickly closes the door.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think. That must look a lot like your….”

“It’s ok.” You look down kinda ashamed that your emotions are getting the better of you.

“No, it’s not, I need to find you a place where you can sleep without stress. We don’t want you and Zaheer acting up again.”

“Hey, I can behave! But I have to agree that sleeping here would not be best for the both of us. Do you have another place in mind?”

“It Is getting late. I have an idea but I’m not sure how you will react.”

“What is it?”

“You can sleep in the guest room at my house. But you need to mind your space.”

“Really! You won’t know even know I am there!” You couldn’t hide your excitement. Being able to leave such an industrial looking place. Even though Endeavor has been the entire time, it’s still hard being in there. Maybe you can get over your past eventually see but not now.

“Don’t get too excited, you will be in my home so you will need to follow my rules.”

“I can do that.” You yawn. “I’m getting tired, can we go now?”

Endeavor nods as you two leave his agency. It’s just a short car ride to his home. It’s a traditional Japanese style of home. You two enter and are greeted by Hina.

H: “Good evening Mr. Todoroki, and who is your guest?”

E: “Hina, this is (Y/N), he will be staying with us a few days until he can find his own place.”

(Y/N): “Thank you, I hope not to be a bother” you bow trying to be polite.

H: “Isn’t he the man who saved everyone at Shibuya crossing?”

E: “Yes, he is.”

H: “Is that such a good idea?”

E: “Don’t question my decision, he is staying here.”

H: “Fine, but I’m not taking care of him, at least not without a raise.”

Endeavor narrows his eyes as he looks down at Hina. It’s only because of her personally, and being able to stand up to him, that she has lasted as long as she has. Only when you speak up does it break his glare.

(Y/N): “Endeavor, I don’t mean to bother but could you lead me to the room I will be staying in.”

E: “Yes, you must be very tired.”

You begin following him, “It’s nice meeting you, Ms. Hina.”

Endeavor leads you down a hallway into a room. The bed is on the tatami floor and a bathroom is through a door in the back of the room. He flicks the lights on and motions you to enter. You set down the few things you were given down on a short table near the bed and sit down on the bed. You look back at Endeavor with a faint smile. He just nods and says “Good night.” And closes the door. You quickly fall asleep. It’s so comforting to sleep in a bed you can call your own, even if is only for a few days at this bed. You finally are able to dream that night, the first time in years.

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