#fbi one shot

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Because I Need You

Because I Need you 

OA X Reader 

Y/N’s Pov 

Things were hard lately. Work has been a lot lately we were working a rough case and everyone was on edge. 

A serial killer was kidnapping young women around town. It was young women on their way home from work. Most of them were 9-5 people who were just trying to get home.

We figured it was because it was easy to track and follow. This killer was different though it seemed like he didn’t  have a cooling off period. 

It was like clock work every day at the same time we were discovering someone new, 

Every time we felt like we were getting somewhere close we just ended right back up at square one again.

 It was all taking a major toll on all of us. Literally watching the minutes click down until someone else has lost their life. 

None of us had been home in days. We were each taking turns sleeping in the breakroom. None of us could fall asleep though. I mean how could you knowing  what was going to happen. 

You all would take a moment to eat and take a breather as much as you could. It was hard because you knew you needed to be on top of your game you had to take care of yourself but every time you did it felt like a waste of time. 

Like right now you were currently sitting outside. Letting the sun hit your face, you were looking down at your lunch not being able to eat. 

You were just re playing every connection in your head. Where could we go from here. Where can we look at next to help. 

You were so in your head you didn’t even notice when OA came and sat down next to you. He placed his hand softly on the top of yours in order to get your attention. 

“Hey talk to me” He said. 

You snapped your neck up to look at him. He gave you a worried look on his face,. His big brown eyes not breaking contact with you. 

“I uh i’m good just a little tired” You said lying through your teeth. 

He knew you better than that. He knew how exhausted and tired you were. 

“Y/N come on it’s me” He said 

You took a deep breath in and let it all out. 

“I am just worried about it you know the time i’m just eating could be time doing something” You said. 

“We are doing everything we can to help but you still gotta worry about yourself” OA said. 

“I know but it’s not enough people are still dying” You said

“Yes but that’s on us we are doing everything we possibly can” OA said

“I don’t know i just” You said struggling to find the words. 

“I know were all feeling it but please eat something i know you haven’t eaten sense last night” OA said. 

You just looked at your food you were way to tired exhausted to do anything 

“Please and then were taking a break were gonna go lay down” OA pleaded. 

You just gave him a confused look and his entire face had turned bright pink red.

“I would abosoloutely love to go lay down with you. Is that what you do with all your friends” You asked pushing your arm into his. 

“Shut the hell up you know what i meant” He said smiling. 

I mean you weren’t complaining about the thought of laying down next to him. You had such a massive crush on him. I mean have you seen him he’s so damn beautiful. 

“Sure i know” You said winking at him. 

“Look you gotta share this with me you haven’t either so you gotta eat something to.” You said breaking your food in half.  

You basically threw it in his hand so he couldn’t have said no. you picked up half and toasted him and he toasted it right back. 

You were feeling a smidge better eating something and sitting next to OA always made you feel better. 

You both ate in silence and when you were done he got up and stuck his hand out to grab yours. 

You took it and he pulled you out of the seat. You both headed out and it was quiet on the way down. 

You knew he was right that you needed sleep. You could feel like your body was on it’s way to just giving out 

Finally after an entirety you made it to the bunker room and collapsed on the bed. You closed your eyes for a moment while your body felt like it was taking a deep breath. 

You opened them up to just seeing OA standing in the corner. 

“What are you doing over there I thought you were supposed to lay down with me” You asked ‘

“Uh yeah no it’s fine it’s just one bed in here I’ll go somewhere else i just wanted to make sure you were okay” OA said twisting his ring. 

“Don’t be crazy let’s go” You said sitting up and reaching out for him. 

He smiled and reached out and grabbed your hand. You squeezed it and laid down. OA sat down at first and then slowly laid down like the bed was going to break in two. 

As soon as you felt him lay down you lifted up and laid your head on his chest. You could feel his heart beating. It was going super fast and honestly it was such a comforting sound. 

Not even a few moments later you fell asleep into a deep sleep. You didn’t even set a timer to wake you up. 

Your body needed the sleep. You haven’t slept a wink in days. 

OA just countied to lay there watching you sleep for a moment. His heart beating fast at the fact you were so close next to him. 

He was the responsible one who set a timer to wake you both up and just a few moments later he fell asleep just along with you. 

 1 Hour Later 

OA’s alarm had gone off you were so upset because it was the best sleep you had gotten in months. 

You groaned waking up and squinting your eyes. 

“Mm do we have to” You said not lifting your head up. 

OA has his arms wrapped around you in a big bear hug. It felt so nice 

“I know I know we have to” OA said groggily. 

He unwrapped his arms around you and you sat up wiping the sleep from your eyes. No doubt you looked a hot mess. 

OA was looking up at you and smiled. 

“You look beautiful” OA said.

Your face turned blood red and you smiled at him. His face looked worried like he wasn’t sure how you were going to react. 

“No i don’t look at me i’m at a hot mess” You said groaning.

OA moved some hair out of your face and smiled. 

“No your always beautiful” OA said 

“So are you such a beautiful man” You said.

It was OA’s turn to blush now. His face turning red as a beet. 

“Come on they need us”  You said. 

You got up and reached a hand out to help OA. He smiled and grabbed it. 

The two of you tried your best to spruce yourself up and then headed out. You made your way back to the JOC. When Jubal was approaching you both in the hallway. 

“Hey perfect timing we got something we need all agents and you to go out to the scene” Jubal said. 

“What no why she’s not even an agent” OA said.

“I know but we need a team on the lot to help give real up to date information it’s a big plot service is bad down there” Jubal said.

“Hey it’s no big deal i’ll be fine i’ve done it before” You said 

OA was tense and you could tell he was still upset but he ended up dropping it. 

“Come on i’ll get ready” You said. 

“Thank you were out in 15” Jubal said placing a hand on your arm. 

You walked to the closet where equipment was that you could take out with you. OA had followed you helping you pack your stuff. 

“Hey are you sure” OA said. 

“I’m good seriously why are you being so overprotective I mean more than usual” You said asking.

OA just looked down at ring nervously twisting it. 

“Because this guy is dangerous” OA said 

“They are all” You counterbacked. 

You walked over and grabbed his hands and made him look up at you. 

“What is going on” You said .

“I can’t loose you everyone keeps getting hurt and dying and being held up at gunpoint and I can’t let that happen to you” OA said in a sad tone is voice cracking a bit. 

You knew it had been hard on him. No one liked Rina really but it was still hard and shocking. Maggie had taken a hit and he still hasn’t processed his own attack.  So honestly you weren't surprised. 

“Hey look at me nothing is going to happen i’ll be with Ian and Jubal if anything i’m the one worried about you”  You told him. 

You could see a tiny bit of relief in his eyes when he knew you would be in the company of others. 

You pulled him into a tight hug. He squeezed you back hard like it was the last one ever. You both let go and he smiled down at you 

“Let’s go” You said grabbing the bag. 

He gave you a look and he grabbed the bag from you carrying it out. He acted like your arms were gonna fall off if you carried something.

“Such a gentleman” You said laughing 

“Shut up” OA said laughing. 

You both walked out and stood and went to OA’s desk and a few seconds later everyone came out and joined you guys. 

“Ready” Jubal said 

“Hell yeah let’s go” Maggie said

You all walked out and got into the cars. Maggie refused to let OA drive which made him grumpy the whole time. 

It was quiet the whole ride. Everyone is trying to get their heads right. Needing to make sure your head was clear. 

About 30 minutes later you arrived to your scene. It was a giant filed with a tiny little farm house looking thing. It was such a creepy looking scene. 

“You guys clear the house where set up right over here” Jubal said. 

You grabbed OA’s hand and gave it a squeeze. You gave him a smile and a nod. Telling him to stay safe. 

They went on and you all set up as fast as you could. A few moments laters swat and search and rescue showed up. 

You all were working hard to see if there was anything out there to help find the missing girl. 

Right now your suspect was 32 Year old David Ross. His mom was killed when he was young by an intruder . He owned this lot inherited to him by his mom where she passed. 

It was such a meeting thing to think about. 

You were surveying the plot seeing if anything made sense or stuck out. Was land changed anywhere where was something there that wasn’t supposed to be there. 

It was taking forever. You guys were there a solid 2 . Almost pushing three. We had to beat the dark and this twisted timeline we were stuck on.

It felt like a dead end

Finally something stuck out. A drone showed a small shed type thing about 10 yards away. That has to be it. 

“Hey i got something a shed about 10 yards away” You said yelling out loud. 

“Yeah yeah that’s it” Jubal said 

Jubal radio it over the walker and everyone wasn’t breathing at that point. We risked it all if that wasn’t it. Showing this son of a bitch we were here. 

Would he get scared and kill her ? Try to harm others.

What felt like eternity the walkie went off 

“We got her alive” Scola said 

Everyone just let out a breath at the same time. We all started clapping and cheering. 

They started walking out towards you guys and OA and Maggie had the guy in handcuffs. 

“We did it y’all we got them” Jubal said high fiving everyone. 

You all started packing up your stuff and heading out. It was such a relief. Like the weight of the world was lifted off your shoulders. At least for now anyways, until the next case came along. And it was placed right back on there. 

On the way back everyone was talking about how they wanted to celebrate. You only cared about one thing. Where was he gonna be 

You made it back and by that time we were all heading out to a local bar \ restaurant so Jubal could come and join. 

It was a friday night so that son of a bitch was going to sit in a cell until Monday  morning so they dropped his ass off and ran. 

Thankfully Isobel said paperwork could wait so we didn’t even think twice. You were currently sitting at OA’s desk while he packed up. 

“So are you going out with them” You asked 

“Eh I don’t know not in the mood to go out” OA said 

“Yeah me either do you wanna grab some takeout and watch a movie” you asked 

OA looked over at you and flashed a smile 

“Its a date” He said 

He got up and grabbed your hand and the two of you walked out. 

You got into his car and he made his way down to your place. You got chinese food from the corner place you both loved.

You both were settling in now. You changed into some Pj’s and OA had some left over clothes. It wasn’t the first time he spent the night. In a non romantic OA safe way. He would always sleep on the couch no matter what. 

After you both were deciding what movie to watch you wanted a thrasher killer. But OA said it was to much which most would think but it’s your fave genre. 

So you both settled on some comedy movie to lighten the mood. 

“Why are you eating all the chicken” You groaned 

“Because it’s too good and I don’t want you to have any” He said laughing 

“That’s so mean” You pouted. 

He took some chicken and threw it in your box.

“happy “ He asked 

“Well now I am” You said throwing some food back at him 

“Oh really so uncalled for” He said trying to act offended . 

He took his fork and flung his fork full of rice at you. 

It hit all over you and you then returned the favor big time. You picked up a big pile of noodles and held it in the air. 

OA gave you a look like you better not.  But of course you did. 

“omg “ was all he was able to say. 

He took the noodles he could and threw them back at you. Then after that it was a full on food fight. 

At one point the two of you stood up and was trying to hide from it. Laughter was filling up the air. 

“A truce come on” OA said breathing hard 

“Fine but only because were out of food” You said laughing. 

You both walked into the middle of the room. You secretly had something behind your back because you didn’t trust him one bit. He looked at you like he was dis trustful 

He grabbed your arm and tried forcing you to drop the food

“I knew it” OA said.

You got real close to his face and whispered 

“That’s what you get” You said trying not to break eye contact. 

Suddenly OA moved in closer and so did you. He slammed his lips against yours and you kissed him back hard. You dropped your food on the floor wrapping your arms around him, 

He grabbed you close filling the gap. You two stopped after a second needing air to breathe. 

“I love you” OA said 

“I love you more” You said 

OA took your hand and led you back to the bedroom. He looked at you and placed his hand on your face. 

“I want to” You said knowing he wasn’t going to pressure you 

He kissed you back slowly and you pulled him onto the bed. The two of you not caring about how sticky or messy you were

. None of those made up in your head scenarios help a flame to this. 

After you looked at him.

“I think I need a shower and new sheets” You said laughing 

“Yes to both of those” OA said smiling back 

“I’m so glad we stayed home” You said.

“I needed you tonight to be here and with me. You can always bring me back  and every other night” OA said 

“I need you more always i wouldn’t have been okay without you ” You whispered back .

He had no idea how true that was. It was a rough case but the night ended so much better. 

There was always going to be hard and rough cases but as long as you had OA they were just a little less rough

[newobsessionweekly]

You will always be my Boot

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Tim Bradford x FBI!FormerRookie!reader Fandom: The Rookie

Summary: You are a former FBI agent and come back to your roots after many years. Little did you know Tim waited for you all these years.

A/N: This is my first Tim Bradford one ever and I know I need some improvement in this police area. I'm thinking about making a part two of this. Anyways, let me know what you think. Have a wonderful day, bubs! Lots of love.

Requested: Yes Words: 2.5k Requests for Tim Bradford are open! GIF not mine, credits to the owner.

The flight was exhausting and the shitty bed from that cheap motel was even worse. They'd think an FBI agent would afford a five star hotel and a warm meal, instead of that reheated noodles you had last night, but LA is expensive as shit. One thing you didn't miss about this city were those self-centred Hollywood "stars" and the exorbitant prices.

You watched the time over and over again, shaking your foot nervously. You are ready to go, but you just can't gather the courage to face those police officers again. The bathroom light is dim and you put the blame on that for your horrendous bun, not because you lost practice. You redo the bun one more time and watch yourself in the mirror. LAPD uniform hugs your curves so perfectly and the overloaded belt accentuates your waist. You allow yourself to wear a small smile today, for the sake of old times.

The tranquility of the morning was shattered by the unmistakable sound of gunshots ringing out in the distance. Instantly alert, with your heart pounding in your chest as adrenaline surged through your veins, you grabbed your service weapon and badge, slipping them into your waistband as you hurried out the door and into the cool morning air.

As you made your way down the narrow staircase of the motel, the sounds of the gunshots grew louder, sending a chill down your spine. Stepping out onto the sidewalk, you quickly assessed the situation—a group of armed men engaged in a shootout with one another only a few blocks away. Confusion made its way to your mind; why would some people from the same gang fire at each other?

As you analyse their tattoos, some have it on their neck, some on their wrist, it snapped. You recognise those tattoos from your FBI files that lay on your motel bed, two different markings, two different gangs. Dangerous ones, wanted ones.

Without a second thought, you sprang into action, ducking behind parked cars and storefronts, you closed in on the scene, your heart pounding in your chest as you prepared to confront them. There's no time to wait for backup. And who'd you call anyway?

With a burst of adrenaline, you emerged from cover and sprinted towards the gunmen, your weapon drawn and ready. The element of surprise worked in your favor as you caught them off guard, their attention momentarily diverted as they turned to face you.

"Drop your weapons! FBI!" you shouted, your voice ringing out clear and commanding above the chaos of the shootout.

For a moment, there was hesitation in their eyes, uncertainty flickering across their faces as they weighed their options. But then, with a defiant snarl, they raised their guns once more, their fingers tightening on the triggers.

Time seemed to slow as the standoff unfolded, each moment stretched to its breaking point as you and the felons locked eyes, the tension thick in the air. And then, with a burst of gunfire, the situation erupted into chaos once more.

Bullets flew past you in a deadly dance as you returned fire, each shot ringing out like a thunderclap in the stillness of the morning. You managed to hit two of them, one in the shoulder, that dropped the gun and grabbed their wound in shock and the other one in the thigh, forcing them to fall into the ground. You didn't had enough handcuffs to secure them all, so it was your priority to stop them from running away until the officers arrived.

It's crazy to see how four rival gang members united to get rid of you when seconds before were about to blow their heads off.

"I said, drop your weapons, now!" you demanded to the masked one still standing, gunshots finally stopping. You didn't see any response or will to do so and that made you place aim for their legs as well, forcing them to collapse. "Hands behind your back, intertwine your fingers."

Before handcuffing them, you pulled up your phone and searched for that one number.

"Sergeant Grey" the voice on the other side responded.

"Agent Y/L/N, FBI. I have in custody two of Crenshaw and two of Tongan. I need backup and R/A. Crenshaw bulevard with W 66th Street." you informed Sergeant Grey.

"Copy that."

Not long after you made the call, three cars and an ambulance pulled up to the address you gave. The look on the officers faces when they saw you holding one handcuffed suspect and three injured on the street, was as satisfying as catching those. Adrenaline still coursing through your veins, you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride wash over you.

"Y/L/N, FBI." you presented yourself to the officers, you showed your badge and shake their hands, each wearing a mortified expression after they heard your name. "After they're checked, let's get going. I'm late for my first day." you demanded and the six officers nodded as an understanding.

You could tell by the look on their faces, some of them are rookies. You can't forget those eyes, you had the exact same expression when you were a rookie and as Tim as your T.O. didn't help much.

"Agent Y/L/N." a serious tone came from just as a serious man. Sergeant Grey standing tall and imposing in the booking room as you walked the men to one of the benches and let another officer take care of him. As you approached the man, a big and friendly smile appeared on his face "It's so good to have you back."

"Good to be back, sir." you accepted his handshake with that small smile from the morning that you promised yourself you'd be wearing all day.

Your name was on everyone's lips as you walked through the station besides Grey.

It had been years since you last walked these familiar corridors, but as you made your way toward the meeting room, a sense of nostalgia washed over you.

"Is that Y/N?" one officer whispered to another, having the impression you didn't hear them.

"Yeah. Still hot. Heard she's working with FBI now." that remark made you turn your head in their direction, locking your eyes with one of them as he swallowed the lump in his throat and returning to his seat.

Inside, the meeting room was filled with the buzz of conversation as officers gathered for the morning briefing. All eyes turned to you as you entered, whispers and murmurs following in your wake. You could feel the weight of their scrutiny, their curiosity palpable in the air as they watched the former FBI agent return to their ranks.

"Good morning everyone. Sorry I'm late, had to take care of something so early this morning because someone doesn't sleep." he glanced at you and the murmur stopped when the eyes landed on you standing in the doorframe. "Take a sit." you nodded and sat down in the first row.

"Is that Y/N?" Lucy whispered to Nolan and Jackson. It was impossible to shake the feeling of being under a microscope, every move you made scrutinized by your colleagues.

"Hell, yeah, she is!" Jackson laid his eyes on you and gave you an appreciation smile.

As the sergeant launched into the details of the day's assignments and priorities, you found it difficult to concentrate, the weight of everyone's eyes on you making it hard to focus. But you pushed through, determined to prove yourself in your new role as a police officer.

"Today we made serious progress towards the gangs that won't let Los Angeles sleep in peace. Agent Y/L/N, first thing in the morning had in custody four men, almost as important as the gang leaders." your mind zoned out, you already knew that story. But what you didn't know and what's really eating you inside is that specific blond man.

In the corner of the room, Talia and Angela exchanged knowing glances, their whispers barely audible over the sergeant's voice.

"Can you believe she's back?" Angela muttered.

"I heard she was with the FBI," Talia replied, her voice tinged with curiosity. "Wonder what brought her back here."

"From an FBI agent to an officer? Seems like a joke to me..." Lopez paused as she looked at Tim for a moment. "Maybe something bad happened. Maybe she did something bad." the excitement of her voice was unquestionable.

Meanwhile, Tim Bradford watched from his seat at the front of the room, his expression unreadable as he observed the scene unfolding before him. Memories of your time together as rookie and training officer flashed through his mind, the bond you had shared still lingering despite the years apart.

"I heard she was the best rookie this station ever had. And it was his rookie, can you believe that!" Angela's mind was focused on one subject and one only. She is more than convinced that something has happened between you and Tim.

"Almost 100 on every exam and she was the only person this grumpy smiled to!" Talia added, making Tim shift uncomfortable in his seat, his eyes not letting the sight of you even for a second.

"That's not true. And I'm not grumpy, I do smile..." Tim responded to their feminine gossip, something he's not doing too often. He still thinks it's a waste of time this kind of conversation and one's personal life is no one's business, but maybe, maybe he wants to know more about you. "Sometimes"

He was wondering as well what could've possibly had happened to make you come back to LA, knowing very well how much you hated the city and how much you suffered the moment you stepped on that plane.

Tim's heart was below the sea's surface, buried inside the burning hell somewhere since the moment he caught a glimpse of your siluete walking around these hallways again. His hands were sweating and the lump in his throat could swallow him.

But you were nowhere far away from that feeling either. All the feelings from back then were coming alive faster than the light-speed and the memories of the time you were his rookie, the looks, the touches, the sweetness of his words alongside the glances from your colleagues made your eyes fill with bittersweet tears. You had to raise your head a little and blink as fast as you could to make those tears disappear and take a few deep breaths to calm down. You have to put this feelings aside. Now.

As the meeting drew to a close, Sergeant Gray turned his attention to you, his gaze lingering for a moment before moving on to the next item on the agenda.

"You're dismissed and be safe out there!" Gray closed the meeting and everyone rushed to start the day.

You waited for everyone to clear the room, mostly because you hate crowded places and people jostling around. You kept your head low, already full of everyone staring. When the room cleared just enough, you wanted to make your way to Sergeant Gray's office when a big, warm hand landed on your shoulder, freezing you on spot.

Some time ago, you knew by heart every single trace and curve of that hand, and now your mind doesn't disappoint you remembering it all with just a blink. His breath winding down your spine as minty as always.

You hated him. You hated yourself. Damn, you hate everyone and everything this moment.

"Y/N." his voice was as overwhelming as always and it made your feet weak. It made you weak and it hit you hard right into your bones. You didn't think twice and as you raised your chin up high and faked a confident expression, you turned to your heels to face him. Once and for all. "I can't believe you're back."

"Tim" you nodded, greeting him with a smile. This time a genuine one, wider and more powerful than the one you had forced yourself to wear all day. Not a forced one, but one that you found you couldn't hide. "It's been a while." you cleared your throat and searched his eyes.

They were staring right into your soul with the same spark and love you've missed so much. It seems like you've never changed, seems like everything is just the way it was. Like he was your TO, teaching you, teasing you, caring for you, having your back and you were his rookie, learning from him, turning into the best version of him, making him proud.

The air between you crackled with unspoken tension as you struggled to find the right words to say. The spark that had once ignited between you still burned bright, despite the years and distance that had separated you.

"How are you? How's Isabel?"

"Uh-Yeah..." he paused for a moment, the light in his eyes fading. "We separated a few months ago."

Tim wished this words would hurt more admitting them in front of you, would hurt just as much as he hurt you. But it didn't. That wound is almost healed, making room for another one to open.

"Oh, Tim. I'm so sorry" you were sincere, though not with all your heart. You knew it must've hurt like hell having in mind how much Tim loved his wife. But at some point he loved you too. Maybe not as much as her, maybe more, maybe less.

"But I'm fine, yeah. It's past now." he cracked a smile, resting his arm on the table as close to your thigh as you could feel its warmth. "What about you? Making an entrance for sure. Catching those guys from Crenshaw and Tongan, impressive. I taught you well." oh, he knows what he's doing and watching your shield breaking before his eyes, he's delighted.

"Oh, don't be so cocky—"

"Why are you here? Why now?" he asked. You rested your hand on your belt and raised an eyebrow as a response to his questions.

"You know I can't tell you." he sighed at your words, realising just now maybe the things are not how they were. You are not as open to him or talkative as before. You are not in love with him as you were before. But he's not done trying yet.

"Dinner tonight?" Tim was bold for sure and his question took you by surprise. You weighed the answer, but before you could say yes, he continued "I can't lose the chance again. I can't lose you again, Boot."

"Okay, yes!" you pushed your finger into his chest "Stop making those puppy eyes, you know I can't resist." he laughed and before you can walk away, he grabbed your waist and kissed your forehead gently. His lips lingering on your skin few more seconds, memorising your sweet scent, trying to remember it, like if he could ever forget.

"It's good to have you back, Boot!"

"Stop calling me 'Boot'!" you fought back, annoyed, but he enjoyed every moment. He missed you like hell and now all of this is hitting him hard in the face like a... boot. "I'm not your Boot" you persisted.

"Oh, you'll always be my Boot!"

[geraskierfanficprompts]

When Jaskier's angry or upset, it's always "Don't touch me!" "Get away!" "Hands off!" And then the bard will be gone for hours or days until he calms down.

Now, Geralt understands this kind of reaction. He himself doesn't want to talk to/be around others when he's angry. Much less let anyone touch him. The thing is...Jaskier acting that way never fails to make Geralt feel like shit. Jaskier is usually so affectionate that the sudden cut off is jarring. The first few times it happened, Geralt had been sure that Jaskier was fed up with him and leaving for good.

However, Jaskier always returns. They make amends, and the bard resumes his touchy, affectionate ways.

One day though, they have their worst argument yet. And although he had always come back before, Geralt is certain that this is the time Jaskier will leave forever. If Jaskier walks out that door, Geralt is sure he will never see him again.

So, unthinkingly, Geralt catches the bard's wrist.

Jaskier's eyes widen, panic replaces anger. "Geralt! Let me go! Let me go right now!"

Geralt loosens his grip reflexively in response to Jaskier's panic. Did the bard think the witcher would force him to stay?

He opens his mouth to try to explain.

Only, the world is...spinning? And Geralt's tongue is heavy. And everything is warm. Oh, he feels like he’s going to hurl.

Then, he passes out.

An unknown amount of time later, Geralt wakes. He feels kind of hungover but is otherwise fine. To his relief, Jaskier is sitting at his bedside.

When the bard notices Geralt is awake, he inquires after his health. At Geralt's reassurance that he is fine, Jaskier launched into a tirade about the number of times he had told Geralt "NOT TO TOUCH ME WHEN I’M MAD! AND THAT INCLUDES RIGHT NOW, YOU SCARED ME HALF TO DEATH, YOU BASTARD!!!"

Geralt is a bit confused about how Jaskier being mad and his fainting spell are connected.

Two things are revealed:

1) Jaskier is part fae.

2) Some fae become toxic to touch when they are angry or upset. It is a magical trait, so it fades when the anger does. However, it can still be deadly.

This puts some things into perspective. Like how Jaskier, who seems to feel entitled to his emotions/reactions no matter how inappropriate they may be, is very skilled at cooling his temper. Or how, when he does become angry, he chooses verbal slander over physical violence. Or how when there IS a physical fight Jaskier wraps his hands in cloth and tries to use blunt instruments.

Bonus: Geralt tells all of the witchers not to touch Jaskier when he's mad, and Lambert takes that as a challenge.

I LOVE THIS!!!!!! OH MY GOODDDDDD!!! You take the things we spoke about and add onto it like putting glitter on a macaroni art craft, it's beautiful, It's so beautiful, oh my god! Poor Geralt thought his bard was leaving and poor Jaskier has to watch his stupid idiot Witcher touch him, gAH I love it! I want to read a 5k oneshot about it

[suckmydictionary5]

[hawkeyeslaughter]

burdened with forbidden knowledge that hawk would chomp jolly ranchers . the swamp would be completely silent ( for once ) and there’d be a loud cracking sound from hawk’s bunk and gleeful giggling while charles berates him for doing it

[vees-wax]

The Name’s Lewis. Henry Lewis.

Otherwise known as the time Henry Lewis (played by Harry Kershaw) and Harry Kershaw (played by Henry Lewis) were spies with a mission to kill Henry Lewis’ (played by Harry Kershaw) ex-wife - the daughter of Henry Shields (played by Nancy Zamit).

Except Harry Kershaw (played by Henry Lewis) double crossed Henry Lewis (played by Harry Kershaw) and used body swap technology to know look like Henry Lewis.

So there’s Harry Kershaw (previously played by Henry Lewis, now post body swap played by Harry Kershaw because he’s been changed to look like Henry Lewis - which means he looks like real life Harry Kershaw) and Henry Lewis (previously played by Harry Kershaw, now played by Henry Lewis because his ex wife used the technology to make him look like Harry Kershaw - real life Henry Lewis) and we’re nearly getting somewhere.

And then Harry Kershaw (played by Harry Kershaw but looking like Henry Lewis) is actually a triple agent and shoots and re-kidnaps Henry Lewis (played by Henry Lewis because he still looks like Harry Kershaw).

They bodyswap back into their original bodies so we have Henry Lewis (played by Harry Kershaw once again) and Harry Kershaw (played by Henry Lewis) - and you think that’s the end of it, there are thirty seconds left in the show.

Harry Kershaw (played by Henry Lewis, then Harry Kershaw, then Henry Lewis again) rips off his own skin to reveal that after all this time, he was actually - Jonathan Sayer.

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Omggg thank you sooo much for the tag !!! @13shadesofanni It means a lot and can I just say your writing is out of it's world !!!! This inspration for a story came from a convo between me and @jenscorpion !! A absloute dream of a person !!

I wrote this in like 15 minutes so please excuse the mess lol but i hope everyone likes my snipped

FBI OA x Maggie story for all Zibell shippers !!!

The Last thing I ever see

Maggie's POV

The day was long and I was getting tired and anxious and hyped up all at once. There was the threat of sarin gas attacks and from what OA said this was going to be one of the most deadly attacks sense 9/11 if it had ever gotten out. 

Everyone else was worried about the public and don’t get me twisted I was to of course but I was also worried about OA more. I could see how much he was struggling. This was obviously taking him to a dark place from war.

He never talked about it much but i knew deep down how much it affected him. He thought he had to be brave and strong. But little did he know how much I wanted to reach down and grab that pain and carry it with me. 

He didn’t have to be alone all the time I was right there with him just waiting for him to let me in. Please just let me see every part that you had to offer the good the bad and the everything in between. 

We finally got a address from where the gas was and the person responsible. We were headed there now and I could feel everyone was anxious. We were driving to the destination and I just wanted to reach out and hold OA’s hand for his comfort and mostly mine. 

God i just wanted to squeeze and feel the warmth and the love i know that he could give. But i thought now was not the time. So i cleared my head and focused on the task. When we got there me and OA were first on the scene. 

It was a nervous feeling in the air my stomach felt in knots 

“We need to wait for protective gear” Oa yelled into the walkie

“Negative there 30 out and he’s in their if he hears us coming the element of surprise will be gone this is our chance now” Isobel said. 

I looked at OA and he had a worried look on his face 

“She’s right we’ll be okay” I said 

He nodded trusting me and what i had to say. 

“FIne were headed in” OA said  

We walked in slowly but surely making sure not set off an alarm. My anxiety and adreline was running all at once 

“Lets split up” I said 

OA nodded and we went our separate ways and a few moments later i saw our suspect with the gas and i ran into the room without thinking things over. I mean who would it’s life or death. We don’t got time to stop and think. 

I ran into the room gun drawn the man looked at me surpised and angry 

“Set the gas down nice and slowly and no one has to get hurt” I reasoned with him

The words clearly didn’t sit well with him. And he had other ideas. 

“The world needs to know who i am and what my mission is about” He said 

“Don’t do this you do this and you die along with it” I tried to talk with him. 

He just had a look in his eyes that told me he wasn’t listening. Then he lifted his hand to open the gas and i shot him hoping he wouldn’t open it but that didn’t happen. The gas was leaking and the can was rolling out. I instinctively ran to the gas to get it to close but it wasn’t happening

The doors immediately shut and I heard OA call my name 

I tried to run out the room but to no avail as the door shut on me locking me 

“OA please you have to get me out of here” I begged the gas was suffocating already

“Maggie stay with me cover your mouth” he said 

Everything around me became more and more disoriented fast and my vision blurry. I could feel my body giving out and I knew the end was here. So i looked up at OA his face full of panic and worry. 

I focused on him and studied his face. It was the last thing I wanted to see in the world. Even though his voice was full of panic just hearing it comforted me in my last moments. 

My vision becoming more blurry I reached the bottom of the ground my eyes never leaving him. My heart was full of things left unsaid. 

Things I wish i would have , time was cruel this job was cruel but he wasn’t he was my anchor my safe space my person the last person i would ever want to see before my time comes to an end.  

I should have told him was the last thought I had before I drifted away I should have grabbed his hand.

I tag: @courtney-reagan @sabrinajenre96 @novelswithariana @jenscorpion

and anyone who want's to do it !! this was so much fun

Fuck it Friday!!!

I was tagged by the lovely @sherlockcrossing thank you, dear 😊🩷

Lately, I worked a lot on my current FBI fic "Reverberation" which deals with the personal tragedy surrounding Maggie's late husband Jason and the circumstances of his death. Yesss, as you can see from the description, it's going to be a turbulent emotional rollercoaster ride I'm going to take the reader on... ����

Here's a snippet from near the beginning where OA is racking his brains as to why Maggie isn't spending the evening with him. (Let me add, I had a lot of fun delving into his inner life. 😏)

It happened at the same time as she left the apartment that someone came home just a few blocks away.  

That one was her partner, OA.

Exhausted and exasperated from the day, he kicked the apartment door shut behind him and threw his coat and jacket over the back of a dining room chair as the sound of the door crashing shut flooded the open living area. Indeed, his first thought was the neighbors would complain again. That literally everyone in the damn house would notice when he came home. Frankly, though, he didn't even care. 

His thoughts revolved around Maggie and her answer to his question about whether she had to leave early because she had a date. "Not really." Well, what was that supposed to mean? Did it mean yes, and she simply didn't want to tell him, or no, because it was business? But what else could be work-related at this late hour? She couldn't possibly be meeting with the wife, now widow, of the deceased general? 

OA took off his business shoes and dropped onto the couch, one arm across his face. He knew Maggie took many cases to heart and often visited the bereaved of the victims after the investigation was completed to comfort and encourage them and to find closure herself. 

Unfortunately, she often overstepped her own boundaries, demanded too much of herself and struggled when it came to treating herself well afterwards. To switch off and not see herself as a collector of all the misery in the world. 

He knew that she knew that. And he also knew that she was aware that he knew that too.

Musing he dismissed the idea of her meeting with the bereaved, after all, the general's family was abroad. So it had to be a date with someone else, right? At this thought he had to swallow, for he simply couldn't imagine and didn't want to bear to see her with someone else. Yes, it was awful what had happened to Jason and to see how much Maggie suffered depressed him on a level he hadn't thought possible.

However, things were the way they were and now he was her partner. In the FBI.

And when they went jogging after work. And when they would go for a drink together and play darts in the bar. And on many other occasions too.

Absolutely no pressure tagging @relentlessescapism @starry-mist @stefanmikaleson1864 and anyone else who wants to share 🧡

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Hi, I really love your writing! Can you please write a yandere Mafia Klaus Mikaelson x an undercover agent reader? Thanks a lot.

Mafia!Klaus x FBI Agent HC’s

•Klaus knew almost the entire time that she was an FBI agent, it only took 2 days of him spending time with her to learn. He was already in love with the sweet girl though and he thought from the way she was with him that she loved him too.

So Klaus gave her the chance to come clean in her own time.

•It did start out as a job for Y/n, her first undercover job actually but she realized very quickly that she was in trouble…she was completely in love with the mob boss

•From the moment he asked her out he showered her in everything she could want and by the time they were on their second date she was giving her job completely wrong information, or none at all to try and prolong the job and it worked, she was with Klaus for 3 months before they decided to pull her out. Her boss figured maybe Klaus wasn’t the brother to go after if he doesn’t tell his girl anything of importance

•He did though, Klaus shared a lot about his life with her and she knew how sensitive he was to betrayal. Despite it being her job, Y/n refused to break Klaus’ trust like that and he knew, he monitored her phone and was aware of everything she ever said to her bosses, which is why he never confronted her about who she was…until their 4 month anniversary

•Y/n was packing when he came home, quite early that day to surprise her but she surprised him when he walked into their room and saw a duffel bag on the bed

‘What do you think you are doing?’ He asked as if this was funny to him

‘Packing. I have to go.’ She stated and he huffed a sigh.

‘Y/n, you’re not leaving me. You know I’ll find you anywhere you go, I’ll find you and I’ll bring you straight home…this is your home now Princess.’ He could see the tears welling up in her eyes and he hated it but he knew he needed to let her decide on her own to tell him.

‘Klaus, I love you, but I need to go now, I can’t…’ she sighed and sat down on the bed, him sitting beside her and pulling her close. ‘I don’t want you to hate me.’ She admitted and he chuckled.

‘Babygirl, I could never hate you. I love you too much.’ He teased but she sniffled loudly and he hugged her closer.

‘I was supposed to arrest you.’ She admitted and he looked down at her, eyebrows raised.

‘Go on.’

‘I was supposed to tell them everything about you but I didn’t and it’s time for me to go now so they can send someone else in.’ Klaus sighed, considering this for a moment.

‘I’m guessing this is about the FBI thing, hmm?’ She looked up at him stunned. ‘Of course I know Princess, I knew the second day. I know you better than anyone, and I know you never told them anything that you absolutely should have. I trust you, and you know how seriously I take that.’ She nodded, unsure what to do. ‘So they want to pull you out now? And they think I’ll just accept that? Idiots.’ Klaus grabbed her and pinned her to the bed, pressing his lips to hers roughly, she wouldn’t be going anywhere.

•Y/n wrote out her letter of resignation that night while her mafia man had his tongue buried in her pussy, sending it with a round of giggles as she knew her boss wouldn’t take this well at all

•Her things were collected from her apartment by his men that night and Klaus got rid of her tapped phone in the garbage disposal, and now he finally had his Princess all to himself

•His family quickly came to love her too, hating what she was at first but realizing how good she was at spotting bugs and plants, knowing almost instinctively when a room is bugged from all of her training and knowing the handbook from back to front which is how she realized the man Rebekah had met a week later was FBI as well. Sadly it led to his death but Klaus would never let his precious Princess see anything like that

•She helped keep her man safe and she loved that she could do that for him like he did for her

•In a weird way, a Mob boss and an FBI agent are one of the best matches possible, even if the FBI agent ends up being a Mafia Queen very quickly

Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist

[thestarrynightslover]

When You Know, You Know

Pairing: Stuart Scola x Reader

Word count: 1,525

Warnings: None, just fluff.

Summary: You and Stuart had been dating for quite a while when it was finally time to tie the knot. Marriage imagine.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the FBI shows, or its characters, also not associated with it in any way or know anyone involved with it.

A/N: So, this is my first Stuart Scola fic and I can only hope that it isn’t too bad. Feel free to send feedback! 

(y/n) = (your name) (y/l/n) = (your last name) (y/n/n) = (your nickname)

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As he took in your figure in that gorgeous wedding dress, your fiancé — soon-to-be-husband — couldn't help but drop his jaw.

Stuart Scola had faced a lot throughout his life. From getting to succeed in the Wall Street jungle, to facing his family's judgment for his career change — and losing all of his so-called friends —, to making it in the FBI, with all the mockery that followed him everywhere. Not to mention the job itself, deliberately putting himself in harm's way every day… But nothing had scared or got him as nervous as asking you out for the first time.

It wasn't that you were a scary person or anything because you weren't. He just looked at you like there was no one else from day one, and, because of that, you seemed too good, too much, to ever wanna go out with him of all people. And, somehow, he just knew that you were his only shot, because you'd ruined him for anyone else without even trying.

It was a hot, sunny day when the two of you met: Stuart was working on a case that had him chasing a perp through the streets of New York City, as usual. Everything was going by the same old way until he disastrously bumped into — more like fell on top of — someone, correcting his own thoughts, as he took a look at you beneath him, he began to think of you as the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen and, of course, that had to had happened while he was on the job and shamefully on top of, who hadn’t banged your head in the cement solely because the agent’s reflexes had kicked in and he’d quickly put his hand under it. Right as he’d started to lift himself, Scola had a jumpscare out of his admiration trance when his radio sounded, awfully loud: it was OA telling the other agents that he’d caught the criminal, so everybody could stop the chase and head back to HQ. A minute too long after the radio message came through and Stuart didn’t make another move to leave the awkward position the two of you were into, you decided it was time you’d reacted:

“So, um, you’re really not planning on going anywhere, officer?” You asked, mistaking his bulletproof vest for one regular cops would wear.

“Y- yeah, of course, ma’am, I’m so- sorry for the inconvenience,” he started, already the most nervous he’d ever been. “I’m actually an FBI agent but that’s a common mistake.” He said already standing up and helping you up before people stopped going around your lying figure to start going over you. “Are you okay, though?” He asked, truly worried as you hadn’t stated anything else.

“Yeah, I- I think so. My butt took most of our fall though!” You attempted at a joke, only then starting to realize how handsome the guy standing in front of you was. And you’d already found his nervousness cute. The actual thought in your head was: handsome, cute, employed, and polite in NYC? What a catch — okay, maybe your expectations were a tad low. Still, you’d never really had the opportunity to meet one of those in the city you’d moved into not long ago. But what really settled your delight for the man was how flustered he’d looked as he said:

“Maybe I can help with that, back at HQ!” A moment later, he added: “Not in that way! Of c- course, I don’t mean any disrespect of any kind! I just thought that maybe, maybe-”

“It’s okay, agent, um,” you started stopping to read the nametag on his vest, “Scola. I’ll be fine!”

“Oh, please, call me Stuart. If you’d like, of course…”

“Stuart it is, then! I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).” You answered, as a small smile started forming on your lips, mirroring his own smile. That was when he heard in his ear comm the gruff voice of Jubal shouting to his agent:

“Ask her out and get back here already, Scola!” In agreement with the boss, Stuart heard basically his entire FBI team shout:

“Ask her! Ask her!”

So he gulped down and said: “Listen, (y/n), I, uh, was wondering if you may consider going out with me any of these days?” He phrased it so politely that you were barely sure what he was asking but you, obviously, already knew your answer.

“Yes, Stuart, I’d very much like that.”

“Well- Well, I, uh, I’m very glad to hear that! But now I have to go back to work…” He said, starting to turn around but your voice stopped his movements:

“Okay but aren’t you gonna ask for my number?” You asked amused as hell by the man in front of you.

“Ah, yes! Yes, of course!” He said taking out his phone so you could put your number in it.

So, now — as you walked down the church's decorated aisle —, all he kept thinking was that, somehow, you managed to become more perfect every day, and, that he was damn lucky to get to love you. With those thoughts on repeat and with his mouth still open was how you met him at the altar.

"Stuart!" You hissed, "close your mouth or the photos will look awful!" He did as you told him, very slowly. You being that closer to him… Your smell along with all of that princess-like production… How could he possibly think?

"Sorry, darling…" He started to say, still looking very much taken aback. "It's just that… I still can't believe that I'm actually marrying you…" Hearing that, you gave him a bright knowing smile. Same old Stu…

"Huh… Well, then, maybe you'd like to confirm with the priest?" You asked him playfully, just to try and get him back to Earth.

"Uh? Priest, yeah. That sounds good!" But when he turned to the man in the robe, you realized he was actually doing it. “Excuse me, um, sir, but can you confirm that I really am marrying this gorgeous woman?” For God’s sake, you wanted to slap him. To look outraged. To pretend you didn’t know him. But all you could do was grin even more widely than you were already doing. Your stupid, romantic man…

“Yes, my son, I can confirm that. If it’s what you both desire, of course.” The priest answered with a kind smile.

“I can only hope that is what she desires cause there’s nothing I’d want more!” He shot back, giving you a wink.

“Okay, I think we can get on with the ceremony now that you’re no longer looking like a codfish.” You said, trying to sound annoyed while hiding your smile. 

That seemed to convince the priest, who took the chance to salute the guests and the two of you, properly starting your wedding.

Now, you would be lying if you tried to say that most of his words made it to your ears. Just like your soon-to-be husband, you had completely zoned out. He was really going to be yours for the rest of your lives. Stuart Scola. That magnetic force of man was going to be your lover for the ages to come.

And, with that on your mind, you were somehow awakened from your trail of thoughts when the priest asked:

“Miss (y/n) (y/l/n), will you take mister Stuart Scola to be your husband?” To which you happily responded with a sonorous:

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” So it was time for your fiancé to answer his question.

“Mister Stuart Scola, will you take Miss (y/n) (y/l/n) to be your wife?”

“Of course I will, sir!”

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

And, so, your husband did as he was told. Giving you your first kiss as a married woman. And what a kiss! It was a good thing he was holding you, otherwise, your legs might have succumbed.

Following that was the applause from all of your guests and the reception party. All of which seemed to go by in a blur, as much as you kept trying to make lasting memories, and, next thing you knew, it was just you and Stuart at the hotel where you were spending your honeymoon. As you reached the room, before you could barely think about anything, your husband surprised you by taking your feet off the ground, and carrying you bridal-style through the door. About which he just said:

“Traditions are traditions, honey!”

“Oh, Stu!” You squealed out, not caring that the other guests might hear you.

Then, he walked you both to the bed, where he gently laid you, only to start tickling you, who, obviously, burst out in laughter.

“Stu! Stuart, please stop! I can’t breathe!” Hearing that, he immediately stopped.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice filled with concern. The moment he asked it though, you took the opportunity to start tickling him back, which only got you both into an established tickle fight intercaled with quick kisses here and there.

Yeah, it was gonna be a long night…

[retrointhenow]

Match Maker II Lance Sweets X Reader

A/N : I think we need some more Lance Sweets fics around here, so this is my official attempt :))

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Dr. Sweets could be anything he wanted. He could get you to do anything. Which is why you were a squint and not an Agent. Say the right thing to you and you do whatever was needed. Lance knew it.

"Y/n! Glad I caught you!" Sweets stopped you before entering Booth's office. "Hey Lance. What can I do for you?" You had a long-time crush on the shrink, you assumed he knew. Being a psychologist and all. "I have the files from the Alabama case analyzed. Mind delivering them to Brennan when you head back?" He flashed his pearly whites at you. "Of course! Anything for you." You lightly flirted. Normally you'd clam up around Sweets and make a complete fool of yourself, but today you must have had a newfound confidence. "A darling you are." He disappeared down the hall to his office. Your heart fluttered; he called you darling.

"You are so easy Y/n." Booth chuckled, peaking his head out of his office. You frowned and looked at the agent. "How so?" Booth motioned for you to enter his office, closing the glass door once you did. You took in his office, looking at the hockey photo behind his desk and the photos of Parker. "You fold at the sight of him. Your demeanor changes when he enters the room. It's amazing how you got through that short conversation with him." You face flushed then blushed instantly. "I won't say anything if you don't want me to. But Sweets is totally oblivious to you." He opened emails on his computer. You shook your head. "Sweets wouldn't. It's just a harmless crush. I'll get over it by the time the snow thaws." You shrugged and went to the door. "I might not be a psychologist, but I can pick up on body language, Sweets doesn't reciprocate." You held onto the file Sweets gave you earlier and headed to the Jeffersonian.

You swiped your key card to enter the forensics platform to hand Brennan the folder. "The smells never get easier, do they?" You asked to no one in particular. "Not really." Angela laughed and pulled up photos of magnified bone chips. You studied them for a few minutes before looking back at the skeleton of the table. You asked Angela to zoom into the shins. There was still a few bits of muscle and flesh covering the body. "That looks like shin splints does it not?" You asked Cam. "Yeah, it does. Good job Miss L/n." "I know a lot of girls in my high school got shin splints during track. Coming off winter sports or an off season. They're cause from overworking or changing their exercise routine." You smiled proudly. Brennan nodded and looked at the exposed bones. "Very well." You ran back and forth between the bone room and Hodgins's lab trying to solve this murder.

"Ah Mrs. Sweets. What can I do for you this time." Hodgins smirked looking into his microscope. "W-what?" You fumbled. "I uh brought you some soil samples found in the muscles." You shook it off. Maybe you just misheard him. He grabbed the empty Petri dish from you and ran it through his machines. "It's gonna take a few minutes. So, you and Sweets huh?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "I have no idea what you're talking about. There's nothing between us." You shifted uncomfortably. He nodded skeptically. His screen dinged with the results from the soils. "I'll leave you to your work." You quickly got away from the scientist.

"Alright squinty! Come on, Parker wants to see you." Booth ran into the bone room clapping his hand. You racked your mind for why Parker would wanna see you of all people. You're just a squintern. You only had a few real conversations with Parker when you first started at the Jeffersonian. He was a sweet kid, but he could be something else, either way you followed Booth to the Royal Diner.

"Y/n!" Parker ran up and hugged you. You hugged the young boy back and ruffled his hair. "Hey buddy!" Your smile quickly dropped when you saw Sweets sitting at the table. "What's he doing here?" You looked at Seeley panicking. Seeley threw his hands up in defense. "Parker invited him. Blame the kid not me." He slid into the seat next to Parker, forcing you to sit with Sweets. You may have mentioned to Parker that you had a slight crush on the shrink, but that was ages ago.

"Hey Y/n. Thank you again for running those papers for me." Sweets smiled. God you could have melted right there. "Oh yeah, of course." You chuckled and blushed. Seeley smirked. Go figure you couldn't have the confidence you did earlier when speaking to Lance.

"So, Dr. Sweets." Parker started. "Why doesn't my dad have a girlfriend yet." He asked innocently. You and Booth choked on your food / drink. You were laughing, Booth was embarrassed. "Parker!" Booth scolded. "Uh well. I think maybe you dad is just waiting for the right person to come along." Sweets tried not to offend Booth. He took it lightly. Parker smiled at you before asking Sweets, "Do you have a girlfriend?" Lance set his fork down and looked at the young boy. "I don't." You could have sworn he glanced at you. "Well, what about you Y/n? Do you have a boyfriend yet?" You took a deep breath. "No Parker I don't. The last one wasn't cool." You grimaced at the thought. A shit eating grin spread across his face; Seeley looked down proudly at his son. "So why don't you two get together then?" Sweets spit out his water and you turning a burning red.

"Well, uh I-" You started, completely flustered. You didn't imagine Parker trying to set you up or whatever. "Uhm, I think it would be a conflict of-" Lance started, focusing on you. "I can tell that Y/n likes you, and I think you like her too. I may be a kid, but I can definitely tell these things."

You and Sweets looked at each other for the first time during the outing. Your face still fiery red and his turning a light shade of pink. The corner of his mouth turned up ever so slightly. You broke contact and looked back at Parker. "Yeah uh, respectfully, you're still just a kid Parker." You got up and hurried out of the Diner. Embarrassment flooded your whole body; you could not believe Parker. Sure, he was a kid, but he had no idea what he was doing.

"So, you just walked out?!" Angela shouted as you laid on her couch. "What was I supposed to do Ange? Admit that I like Sweets? No way." You laughed. You could imagine him turning you down and having to avoid him the rest of your life. "Sweetie, he smiled at you, that's gotta mean something." She played on the Angelatron.

You groaned and threw your hands over your face. "You know what it means? It means that Parker made me look like a fool and now Sweets has probably already done his shrink stuff on me and has made a pros and cons list. Let's face it. I have no realistic chance with someone as smart as Lance." "I beg to differ." You shot up as Sweets walked into Angela's room. He looked at her, asking her for a moment alone. She smiled at you and scurried out. "Don't- run out on me. Please." You bit down on your lip and avoided eye contact yet again. "What do you want?" You stood up and walked around the room. There was no way you were going to sit still. "Can we talk?" His eyes followed your body around the room. "Nothing to talk about." You deflected his questions. He analyzed your emotions and movements as you reacted to his questions.

"There's not need to be embarrassed or humiliated Y/n." "Not be embarrassed? Really? Parker basically outed me about my feelings about you. And you totally did your shrink shit." Your body shook with nervous energy. "I pray to my spirits and ghosts that you'd never have to find out. Because you know what's worse than you knowing? It's you rejecting me, and then I'd have to see you every day until one of us moves on or does something else. And I can't handle that." He grazed over to where you were standing and took your hands into his own, he tilted your head up to meet his eyes.

"Look at me." His voice was soft and sweet. You dragged your eyes to meet his. "I am not going to shrink you or make a list of pros and cons about you, you certainly don't have to pray to your supernatural spirits, and more importantly I'm not going to reject you." Your body relaxed as his arm held your body. Still tense in some parts, not completely believing in him yet. "What are you saying?" You voice was just above a whisper. Eyes flickering between his gorgeous eyes. His lips curled into a smile, and he leaned down to your height.

"What I'm saying, Y/n, is that I like you. That I want to give us a chance." His lips connected with yours. You could have stayed like that for forever. His hand cupped your cheek and the other remained on your waist. Your hand laid on his neck and your opposite held onto his bicep. The only thing that pulled you away was a sudden roar of applause. Everyone from the Jeffersonian squints team, Booth, and Parker were cheering.

"It's about time." Clark exclaimed. You all looked at him with amusement. "I pay attention and keep my thoughts to myself." He shrugged and went back to the forensic platform. Sweets wrapped his arm around your waist and smiled down at you. You smiled back at Parker and mouthed 'thank you', he was pretty good at playing match maker.

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Perfect Team

Requested by a lovely Anon ! ! I really hope you like it !!!

awesome! i love jubal sm! my favourite episode is the one where tyler gets taken hostage trying to go ask his friend to surrender and when talking him down isnt working jubal runs at the shooter in attempt to save his son, if you could write something where the reader is one of the agents outside the bookstore when it happens and instantly panics because, well, shes married to jubal and ty is her stepson, and then its just a nice ending when she runs in and sees they are both okay 

A/N: I hope you all love this and I miss seeing Jubal on my screen so much. If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work :)

Y/N’s POV 

Everyone was on panic mode and rushing out the JOC today. There was a suspected school shooting. Everyone was working over time to figure out where it was and when so we could stop it. Hopefully before anything bad happened. 

You all were scanning everything you could. Going through all the social media of kids in the area. Tracking the searches of guns or anything that could help you. In your search something caught you eye. 

It was Hilltop prep. The school that Tyler your stepson attended. You decided to dig deeper in. You didn’t want to tell Jubal right away because you didn’t want to worry him. So you scanned all the kids social media. Was anyone there having trouble at school ? 

Was there any red flags that stuck out the most to you. You got a hit when a kid named Jack and some text between him and Tyler. You decided it was best to step away and look at this information in private. 

You weren’t keeping this from anyone but you also didn’t know what it was and didn’t wanna worry Jubal or put Tyler’s business out there. 

So you took your laptop that you had in your bag. Jubal was working on his desk and he looked over at you when he heard you get up. 

“Everything good” He asked looking at you with a worried face. 

“All good I just gotta ask cyber crimes about something” You lied. 

Jubal seemed to buy it and just shrugged you off and went back to doing what ever he was doing. Which you were grateful for. You knew the second he found out he would have went full overprotective dad mode. 

Which wasn’t a bad thing it was just hard when things meant to be private are being brought into the work place. 

You walked back to your personal desk you had in the back and sat down. When you got re situated you pulled back open your stuff and looked through the messages. Alot of them were about how both boys were struggling. Tyler struggled to make friends because of his cancer. 

Kids were cruel and he had to miss a lot for his treatments. Jack was also another loner without many friends. The two of them talked about normal boy things in the beginning but then things took a turn. 

Jack talked about wanting revenge on the kids who picked on him. Tyler kept trying to talk him down but you knew he was over his head. You could even read in the messages that he wasn’t sure on what exactly to do. 

You knew it was time to loop in Jubal but you struggled on how to approach the matter. But it was so much more than just this. Kids' lives were literally hanging in the balance. 

So you took everything you had and sent to him on his work email. Then you grabbed your computer and headed back into the JOC. By the time you got there Jubal had already been reading them and coming to find you. 

You meant halfway there when he rushed up to you. 

“What the hell is this” He asked 

“Come on not here” you said. 

“Yeah” was all he breathed out. 

He followed down the hallway into a private room. Where he shut the door behind him. He had worry and concern written all over his face. 

“Hey what’s going on” He asked in a softer tone. 

“I was going through kids social all schools. I ran into a kid named Jack who went to Ty’s school. I dug further and found that stuff I sent you” You said. 

Jubal took his hand and started rubbing the back of head something he did when was nervous. 

“Yeah uh who else knows” Jubal asked you could hear the worry in his voice and broke his heart. 

“No one i came straight to you” You said. 

You placed grabbed his hand and gave it a squeeze trying to comfort him. 

He softened a little under your touch. 

“Call Ty and see where he’s at I’ll update the JOC where shut down the school and find Jack” You said. 

“Okay yeah yeah sounds good it’s a plan” Jubal said. 

“Hey it’s gonna be okay I promise” You said. 

“I love you” You said to him. 

“I love you” He said he squeezed your hand tight. 

He opened the door and you both walked out and Jubal went straight down to his car and you walked back to the JOC and filled the team in.

Isobel and everyone looked up at you when you walked back in. 

“Everyone hey listen i got something I need to share” 

You hooked up your laptop and put everything on the big screen so everyone could see. 

“I think I know where the next attack is coming from. Hilltop Prep by a kid named Jack he is a loner kid who wants to take revenge out” You said. 

“Wait isn't that Tyler’s school” Isobel asked. 

“Yeah I told Jubal  about it and there is something else” You said. 

“Jack and Tyler are friends but it looks like Tyler is trying to talk Jack out of it but is way 

in over his head right now” You said 

“Yeah for sure where are they now” Isobel asked. 

“Right now it looks like Tyler is on the move and heading towards 15th st” Ian yelled out. 

“Where is Jack right now” Isobel yelled out

“It looks like he’s on 15th not moving” Kelly yelled out .

“Call jubal and let him know where he’s at” Isobel yelled out. 

“I’ll call him on the way I’m on the way over” You yelled out. 

Isobel just nodded at you and you grabbed your stuff and ran out. Your anxiety was high and you were doing everything you could to control it. 

You had so many emotions just running through your head. Was Ty okay ? Was Jubal gonna be okay. 

You didn’t have any kids of your own yet. Your family lived in a different state so when you moved here you were all alone. 

Meeting Jubal and working for the FBI was the best thing that ever happened to you. You finally found a family. 

Jubal’s Kids loved you just as much as he did and you all became super close. So it was hurting you just as much to see Ty going through this. With his cancer and everything else this was way to much for a child or anyone to go through. 

Racing down to the car you pulled out your phone and called Jubal. But of course he wasn’t answering you. 

“Damn it come on” You yelled while people were giving you weird looks. 

You finally made it down to your car and you sped away fast. You tried not to think about the worst case scenario in your head as you broke every single traffic law known to man. 

In record time you made it down to where they were and you saw Jubal just pulling up in front of you. 

Everyone was there you could see the black cars parked to the side not coming out waiting  for the signal to come out. 

You slammed the brakes and got out of the car before it had even come to a full stop. 

“hey “ You yelled over to him.

He turned around and looked at you worry all over his face. 

“Where is he” You asked. 

“Right there” he said 

You turned your head and he was walking around the corner towards Jack. Jubal started walking over but you pulled on him back. 

“Hey wait a minute they could just be talking and if Jack see’s you he might loose control and get spooked” You said. 

Jubal looked at you and it was hard to read his face and know what was wrong. 

“You want me to stay back no way” He said. 

You were cursing in your head because you didn’t want this situation to go from bad to worse. Which to your worse fear was happening right in front of you. 

When Jubal got closer Jack could see him coming and grabbed a hold of Ty. He pulled out a gun and put it on him 

“Hey hey don’t do that put it down” Jubal yelled out.

“Stay away” Jack yelled.

You could feel your anxiety was at all time high and you felt like you couldn’t breath. You watched in horror as Jack pulled Ty into the store behind him. 

Jubal had run over and was able to get in the store. 

OA and NIna along with Scola and Tiff ran out of the cars and you werre right with them. You all were standing in the middle of the street talking about next steps. 

“We need to breech it get in there” OA said 

“No we can’t it’s to risk if Jack gets even more spooked or feels trapped then what he’s dangerous” You said 

“Yeah but we go in through the back then we can take him by surprise” Tiff suggested. 

“No please we have to trust Jubal I know he can get Jack to surrender if it doesn’t get better or were trapped then we will” You pleaded. 

“Fine OA and me will take the back and you all stay at the front if in 10 nothing changes we go in” Nina said. 

“Fine it’s a plan” You said. 

You all got into positions. You were watching the front closely hoping this would come to an end sooner rather than later. 

You couldn’t hear much about what they were saying it was closed off in there. You could feel everything they were though. 

Every second they were in there you were second guessing your decision. Was it the best one ? Should you have breached as soon as you got there. Could Jubal really handle this or was it to personal ? 

A couple of minutes which felt like hours had gone by and you knew what had to be done. You looked at Tiff and nodded at her. 

Her hand reached up to her walkie 

“Its a go guys” Tiff said.

It was like a car crash in that moment. You couldn’t look away your eyes were peeled on the scene. 

Just a few moments later Nina and OA went inside and breached it. Taking Jack from Behind and Letting TY run away. He ran straight into Jubal’s arms. It was such a bittersweet moment. 

You decided to hang back and let them have their space. When they broke apart they walked outside and Ty saw you and ran over to you smiling. He braced you in a hug and squeezing you tight. 

You squeezed him tight and kissing the top of his head. 

“I love you I’m so glad your okay” You said.

“I love you to” Ty said back. 

He let go and Jubal came over and embraced you both in a side hug. 

“I don’t think dad’s gonna be okay though” Tyler said laughing 

“You do know he’s never letting you outside the house again your gonna have to wear ankle monitor to” You said laughing back. 

“He’s got his own task squad now” Tyler said making you both laugh so hard you couldn’t catch your breath. 

“Alright seriously guys this is what were doing now” Jubal said smiling but clearly getting a little annoyed. 

“Oh come on we love you” You said pulling him and Ty into a big hug. Jubal wrapped his arms around you both. When you pulled out you grabbed his face and kissed his cheek. 

“All seriousness though were so glad your okay don’t ever scare us like that again” You said. 

“I won’t I promise I thought I was doing the right thing” Ty said 

“You absolutely did but next time just tell us and let us handle the big stuff” Jubal said. 

“Yeah I guess so” Ty said. 

“ I know what we can do let’s go get abigail and then we can go for pizza and then what ever you want after you pick” You said .

“I can pick anything” Ty asked 

“Yeah i think we can make it happen” You said.

“Awesome i can think of soo much” Tyler exaggerated as he walked away and over to your car.  

“Great who knows what were in for now” Jubal said. 

“I’m regretting everything” You said laughing. 

Jubal looked at you and his face got all serious. 

“Thank you for everything” He said. 

“I really didn’t do anything” You said. 

“You saved my ass and Ty’s had our backs, I love you” He said.

“I love you more and I always will” You said, you took his hand and kissed it making him laugh. 

“Come on let’s get this over with” Jubal said smiling. 

“Oh you love it stop trying to hide it” You said taking his had and walking to the car. 

You all got in and headed out. You were so grateful everyone was okay considering how much of a turn it could have taken. But you were all here and okay and together and that’s all that matters.

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Kids! Breakfast!! 

The pitter-patter of tiny feet and giggling laughter crowded the staircase, trying to get down first. A race that everyone would win easily because waffles and pancakes were on the table. It was Saturday morning and everyone was still in their favourite PJs. Your best friend's dad was leaving for work and his mom- She was some times sick but today she was doing okay. She was okay enough to play with you all. To give you all time and make you three laugh. And laugh you did. And it was just-

"We're here-" Hurley's gruff voice broke your soft memory, "Chin up. Stay alert. No clue what brown-nose kiss-ass they're gonna give us," He snarked 

"Yes sir," You hummed and followed closely behind

The FBI HQ building looked like a prison, in your opinion. It was just so... square and blocky. Langely at least has some character. You made a face unknowingly. Stan cleared his throat and you cleared your expression to neutral again. 

"I like working with NSA more," You said softly, "At least people meet us at the gate," That earned a small chuckle from him

"Yeah, well-" He shrugged, "It's what we got-" 

A tall man waved at you both from afar as he made a half-assed effort to jog and walk towards you.