#i put mags on her lead as soon as i saw how stressed she was that a new dog was wandering up to her

[nicistrying]

Ah, totally untrained dogs off their leads running up to my reactive dog. And the owner just standing there doing fuck all about it. Fuck off

[deanstead]

I’ll Take Care Of You

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Requested by anon: reader comes back home with her boyfriend Will after one year being away. she tries to hide the fact that she feels sick to Will so he doesn't worry, but he soon realizes about it. he takes her to the hospital against her will, and there he treats her of the anemia he discovers she's suffering. also, reader is afraid of doctors, and Will is really worried about reader's health.

Warnings: anxiety, mentions of illness, fluff

A/N: Received a specific request to write for Will so I thought I would try this out! Please let me know what you think, if I should write more for Will too? Am in no way a doctor or nurse so I’m sorry if there’s any mistakes in medical terminology or situations! Even so, hope you like this one! Taglists are open!

*gif not mine*

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“Y/N?”

You looked up from where you were sitting on the floor in front of his apartment, although you could already imagine the look on Will’s face. You smiled, getting to your feet as he ran towards you, pulling you into his arms and nuzzling his face into your neck.

It had been a year. One whole year since you had been forced to leave Chicago for work. Professionally, it had been good for you. It was good career progression and all that crap your boss had forced down your throat but it had been difficult for you as well. Leaving your friends, your family, your boyfriend behind.

“When did you get back?” Will asked, gently pulling himself away to look at you.

You smiled. “I came straight from the airport.” You paused, “I hope that’s alright.”

“It’s better than alright.” Will answered, pulling you into another hug. “Come on.”

Will fumbled with the keys for a while before he pushed the door open.

The moment the door was closed, Will pushed his lips down onto yours, as you felt the rush of warmth from just being near Will – a feeling you hadn’t had in a year, and the feeling that you had missed the most.

“I’m glad you’re here.” Will whispered.

You looped your arms around his waist, pushing yourself closer to his chest. “So am I.”

---

Being back in Chicago was great for you. What was not so great was the light-headedness that had followed you back as well.

You had always tired easily but you had figured the stress in New York had made it worse. Stress coupled with being alone in a new city had definitely made it worse. But you hadn’t expected to still be feeling this after being back.

Will glanced at you over the table in his apartment and you could see the small furrow in his brow that indicated he was worried. “Y/N? You okay?”

You realised you had been frowning while waiting for the headache to pass.

You nodded, smiling back at him. “Yeah, just tired.”

Will smiled, although he still looked a little worried. “Nothing caffeine won’t fix. Come on, you’re going to be late.” You said as you walked around the table, heading to him as he leaned forward to give you a kiss.

He turned to walk out the door and you felt a dizzy spell hit you. You grabbed the edge of the table but not quietly enough. Will spun back around as he heard a dull thud from the impact of your palm hitting the table, and he saw you sway a little on your feet.

Quickly, he made it back to you, throwing his bag onto the floor.

“Y/N!” Will was by your side, a steady hand on your shoulder as you sank to the ground.

“I’m fine.” You managed to get out, feeling a slight shortness of breath.

Will looked at you a little while more, studying you. “Okay, that’s it, you’re coming to Med with me.”

“Wait, what?” You asked. “Will, I’m fine, it’s just a dizzy spell.”

Will shook his head. “Humor me.”

“Will…” You tried to protest but he looked at you.

“You gonna walk with me, or do I have to carry you there?” Will asked, and you knew you were fighting a losing battle.

“Fine.” You relented, finally letting Will lead you towards his car.

---

“Will, you know how much I hate doctors.” You whined, as he put you into a treatment room.

Will looked at you. “Ouch.”

You smiled. “You know what I mean.”

“I’ll be right here, okay?” Will reassured me as a nurse came in. “Doris, can we get a CBC, CMP, the complete tests.”

You shot a glance at Will. “It’s okay, I’ll be right back.” He planted a kiss on your head before heading out.

“You’re better at this than I gave you credit for.” You told Doris, who smiled. “Let me know if you need anything.” She said before she disappeared out the room.

---

Will watched you from where he stood at the doctors’ station.

“Will?” Maggie called, following his line of vision.

“What’s Y/N doing here?” She asked, looking back at him.

Will looked back at Maggie. “I’m waiting on the test results.” Will’s expression was strained although he tried not to let it show. “I practically had to drag her in here. Why didn’t she tell me?”

Maggie looked at him. “I’m sure she just didn’t want you to worry.”

Will sighed and Maggie patted his arm reassuringly. “I’ll try to put a rush on those tests.”

“Thanks Mags.”

Just then, a faint beep sounded from the treatment room you were in. “Dr Halstead!”

Will’s head snapped up as he ran to your room.

“What happened?” He demanded, looking at you, your eyes wide, your chest heaving.

“Will…”

Doris looked up at Will. “Sats are dropping.”

“Oxygen. Now.” He instructed, as Doris nodded. He turned back to you, “Shh, it’s okay. We’re going to give you some oxygen. I need you to try to relax okay? It’s okay.”

You nodded, as Doris gently put the oxygen on you and you felt oxygen slowly fill your lungs once again.

Will watched you, a small worried frown still resting on his forehead but he smiled when he noticed you watching him.

“We’ll figure this out. I’ll be back soon, okay?” Will gently stroked your hair.

You nodded, watching him hurry out of the room.

Will sighed, taking a last look towards your treatment room before heading straight for Maggie.

---

“Hey.” You looked up as Will entered again.

“I got your results.”

Will sighed as he sat on your bed. “The tests show you have anemia. You must have been having these symptoms for a while. When did they start?”

You blinked back at him. “What? Anemia?”

Will took your hand, “Has it ever been this bad?” You immediately shook your head. You could kind of tell Will was holding something back and it made you wonder if he was mad at you.

“Your red blood cell count is lower than I would like. Let’s do an iron infusion today to improve your levels then we can make a plan to manage it, alright?”

You sighed. “More needles?”

Will gave a small smile. “I’ll stay with you while they set it up?”

You gave him a skeptical look but didn’t answer. “Please?” Will said.

“Thar’s so unfair, Will. You know I can’t say no to you when you do that.”

Will took your hand and kissed it. “Just the iron infusion then I should be able to take you home, okay?”

You nodded, wincing a little as you felt the IV pierce your skin. “That’s it.” Doris said, smiling.

“Will.” You called, before he left. “I’m sorry.”

Will frowned slightly again. “For what?”

You looked pointedly at the room around you, your eyes finally resting on the IV needle.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, okay?” Will planted a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll see you in a bit?”

You nodded but you could see the hesitation in his eyes.

“I’ll be fine.” You reassured, giving him a smile before he finally nodded, giving Doris more instructions before he left.

---

Will hadn’t said a word since you had been discharged. He had just silently led you out of the ED and into his car.

He swung open the door to his apartment, leading you to the couch. You leaned against the fabric of Will’s couch as he put two iron pills in your palm and handed you a glass of water.

You echoed his silence, swallowing the iron pills, your eyes following him as he pattered back towards the kitchen.

You stretched your legs out, lying flat on the couch before turning your head in, so that your face was hidden from view, buried into the cushion.

You could hear Will pattering about, you even knew exactly where he was in the house based on the sound of his footsteps and you felt the sting of tears behind your eyes. It wasn’t supposed to be anemia. They were supposed to be symptoms that resolved once you were back in Chicago. Which they weren’t. And now, Will was probably mad at you.

“Y/N, you can sleep inside.” Will said, absentmindedly.

When you didn’t respond, he gently touched your shoulders but you didn’t move so he gently tugged, turning you around. You tried to resist, you didn’t really want to let him see you crying because you couldn’t explain it anyway, but it was like fighting a losing battle.

You saw the moment that Will realised you were crying and his eyes widened in surprise.

“Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you in pain?” He asked, a tone of worry evident in his voice.

You didn’t say anything as Will studied you. “Are you feeling breathless? Y/N, talk to me.”

“I’m sorry.” You whispered again.

“What…” Will trailed off, before helping you sit up, sitting on the ground in front of you, and looking straight into your eyes.

“I didn’t… I just didn’t want you to worry.” You whispered, pulling your eyes away from his. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. They said it was stress symptoms. I…”

“Woah.” Will stopped you, realizing what was happening. “I’m not mad.”

You looked up at him, as he continued, “I’m just worried. You should have told me this was happening.”

“I’m sorry.” You said again, as Will got to his knees and enveloped you into a hug.

“It was hard.” You whispered. “Being away from you for a year.”

Will didn’t say anything but you could feel him leaning further into you.

“But you’re here now.” He finally whispered in your ear. “I’ll take care of you.”

You pulled out of his embrace to look at him, putting a hand on his cheek, his stubble tickling your palm. “We’re lucky, it’s not that serious. We just need to manage it, and you’ll be fine… we’ll be fine.” Will whispered.

You smiled, “Thanks, Will.”

“Don’t keep it from me if you’re unwell, okay?” Will asked.

You nodded. “Okay, I promise.” You answered, smiling as you nuzzled back into his embrace.

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[stillpartofthisworld]

Jet Siquliak and the Sleepy Thief - NanoWrimo 11/06

It might be safe to say that Peter Nureyev was losing his mind.

“You are not well,” Jet says to him as he closes the door to their hotel room behind them. Nureyev feels his teeth click together in annoyance but says nothing because, as always, Jet Siquliak was right.

It had started with the floor plan. Buddy had given it to them weeks before the job began, and he’s spent hours going over the files, corroborating it with his own research and testing himself daily. He’d been so sure that he’d memorized each of the hotel, from the boiler room to the greenhouse sauna. 

And then he gets their room number wrong. He still remembers the hand Jet had put on his shoulder before showing him their room key; 601, not 610. A small mistake, Jet had tried to assure him. Nothing to worry about. 

The next mistake is less so; they had planned to ‘coincidently’ meet their mark at the hotel bar, start up a conversation that would have eventually lead to another conversation in their rooms. Both he and Jet had stayed at the bar for four hours, drawing concerned stares from both patrons and staff alike as Jet sipped his Johvian tea and Nureyev became more and more nervous. He had realized his mistake later, when reviewing his notes--there had been a Blackjack game scheduled at that time in one of the many gaming rooms, and their mark had been known to enjoy the Terran game immensely. 

On this, Jet had decided not to comment, instead giving him a worried look as he tried to rubbed his temples, trying to alleviate the headache he had inadvertently given himself. 

They had found their mark later, of course-that part was easy, finding them during a soiree on the rooftop garden that same night. It had went smoothly at first; the mingling, the rubbing shoulders that came to him like second nature. And then when he was finally in front of their mark, an easy, practiced smile on his face, he gave the wrong name.

He only realizes his mistake when he feels Jet stiffen beside him, sees the faces of those around him shift. He recovers quickly, of course--he laughs conspiratorially, whispers to those beside him about a wife in organized crime and Dark Matters witness protection. They lap it up, giving him winks and pats as if they could keep a secret. He excuses himself a while later, dragging Jet ("the muscle", he'd called him, although the only neck he would be snapping was his after this) back to their hotel room. He'd gotten confused looks all around, attempts at more conversation and even more drinks. 

But Nureyev had needed to leave. He was dizzy, he was anxious, and he was just so tired. 

And so, here he was.

“Have you slept in the last 48 hours?” If Jet had meant it to sound like a question, it did not come out as one. He was right, anyway; for the past two days Nureyev had been obsessively checking and rechecking his notes on his comms, applying and reapplying his makeup, and pitifully trying to force himself to get some rest, only to lie there, awake and miserable. 

“I can handle myself.” Peter says, but it sounds hollow and strained even to himself. Jet looks at him evenly, and he can feel a small part of him shrink from the judgement. This wasn’t like him at all-this nervousness, this inability to trust his skills.

It makes him feel old.

It makes him feel so, so young.

Mag, what if I can’t do this? 

Nonsense, Pete! You’re the best thief I know. You take so much after your-

He closes his eyes, and files that away. 

When he opens them Jet is on his comms. “I will be making a call on the balcony,” he says, and brushes past Nureyev. It takes all his willpower to not look over his shoulder, to read the screen of his comms. “Feel free to use the bathroom first.” 

“Understood.” 

He spends the next twenty minutes worrying. Was Jet calling Buddy, telling her to call off the job? To call off Nureyev? They still didn’t trust him, he could see that; he saw how Vespa lingered at his door when she thought he was sleeping, how Buddy looked sidelong at him when he was too quiet for too long, when the facade that was Peter Ransom slipped slightly. Only Jet seemed to be content with trusting him until it was too late. He wondered if Jet thought too late was now.

When he exits the bathroom Jet is sitting on the couch, watching a stream on the monitor. “Rita has shown me this stream.” he remarks to Nureyev when he notices him. “I do not remember the name, but it is quite funny.” Nureyev looks at him, puzzled. He’d been expecting...something else, surely. Jet telling him to pack up and head back to the Carte Blanche, or to not even bother with that. Or even another lecture on his poor skills. Not this- Jet smiling slightly at the screen while Nueyev’s failures hung over them both like a specter.

“If you are thinking that I called Buddy to call off this job, then you are mistaken.” Jet continues suddenly. “I merely called to update her on the situation.”

That might be enough to make her call off the job, Peter thinks, bitterly.

“But I also stressed,” Jet turns away from the stream now, and looks at him. “That I had faith in your abilities. You can still pull this off, Ransom.”

You can do this, Pete! You’re the best thief I’ve seen, and that’s including-

“Are you trying to encourage me?”

“I have been told that I am very good at that.” 

Nureyev remembers, faintly, that Juno had told him the same. 

“Your faith is…” He pauses, swallows before continuing. “Appreciated. Thank you, Jet. But I am not sure if it is well placed.”

Jet hums, and turns back to the monitor. For a second, Peter holds two visions in his head at once; this one, and one of a man much shorter and leaner, laughing at a smaller screen in a smaller room.

He really, really needs to sleep.

He turns to his rooms before he hears Jet speak up again. “Ransom?”

Nureyev turns to look at Jet again. 

“Answer your comms. You will get a call soon.”

“Al...right.” Nureyev nods, and disappears again. In the relative safety of his room he sighs, and starts to get ready to sleep. He’s just finishing taking off the heavier aspects of his makeup when he hears his comms ring.

He recognizes the number immediately, and feels his heart sink. He didn’t want to talk to Juno, not when he could still feel the weight of his failures crashing down around him. He still scrambles to pick up. 

“Juno?” 

There’s a bit of static on the other end; a release of breath. “Juno?” Nureyev says again, softer. He hears a yawn this time, a click of a tongue that he could somehow identify as a Juno Steel yawn. 

He never thought that a yawn could calm him as much as it did, but he can feel his own yawn working up at the back of his throat. He sits on his bed, placing the comms in his ear as he lays down. He can still hear Juno on the other end, hears the rustling of covers. “Juno?” he says one more time, yawning through his love’s name. 

“Go to bed, Ransom,” he hears Juno say sleepily. 

So Nureyev lies in the dark, curled up around his comms as he listens to Juno Steel breathe. And slowly, with each breath, Nureyev’s eyes droop, and close. 

He has the most restful sleep in his life.

When he emerges from his room the next day Jet is sitting at the dining table, holding a mug of what is obviously Johvian tea in one hand, and coffee cup in his other. He passes it to Nureyev, who takes it thankfully. He sips; two sugars, the way Juno makes it for him on the Carte Blanche. He wonders if he told Jet how he took his coffee before they left. 

He wonders if he had told him last night.

"Our mark is not in the building today," Jet notes as Nureyev drinks. "This would be a good time to escape. We have risked our cover."

"You have a point," Nureyev concedes, and then digs into his coat pocket. He takes out a small key card and tosses it to Jet. Jet's brows furrow for a moment before he reads the room number on the card. 

"Might as well take what we came for anyway, him?" Nureyev says airily, and Jet, for the first time, laughs.

And he does not remind Peter of anyone else.

[jennsmischievousmind]

Fucks not Found

Haunt the Living

Ch1 Ghosts | Ch2 Florence | Ch3 A Matter of Seconds | Ch4 I need a Backdoor | Ch5 Die Hard | Ch6 White Flag | Ch7 Haunt the Living | Ch8 One, but not done [end]

“Time clock, guys let’s go!”

Riding the hors-bord was fun not gonna lie, better than any Disneyland ride.

“Side doors opening. Subs in place," you announced "Four the comms?”

“Comms cut. we’re good.” 

You got on the Kismet, guns at point except for Five. Two and Three joined everyone at the rear of the yacht. Three was in bad shape, limping and making a mess of blood everywhere he’d go. Being his grumpy self, he rejected Five’s help, he was fine.

Responsible of Murat you were always in contact with him, and so hacking the military meeting room to hear his brother’s bullshit.

“Listen closely. The enemy is us. We must target him not where he is strong but where he's weak. Hospitals, to take away his safety. Schools, to take away his future. Youth, to suffocate his hope. Commence gas attack.”

His evil speech made you shiver, this so called human shit head.

“Murat you got to step in, right now!” You heard Rovach’s voice being cut off and Murat taking over. “Join me, brothers. So you don't have to kill your own people again.” You let out the breath you were holding.

“Murat has the high ground” you keep the squad informed, then turned to Three. “Hey G.I J,” you handed him his Kevlar.

“They have some fancy food up there.” you rolled your eyes knowing he was going to ramble.

One mimicked you “Really? Tell me more about that. Don't hold back.”

“This fish soup they call... labu... labuan...” Three was ranting, obviously because he was stressed as fuck.

One had heard enough “I'm fucking kidding. Focus.” But Three wasn’t done yet, they started their usual quarrel. 

“It's so delicious, man. They put this little cheese on it.”

“Does it have to be on the walkie-talkie? And we're all standing right here. Yeah?” 

“Don't you give me attitude, okay?”

“Over and out,” One warned

“I...” Three quivered, holding back his rant, you patted his shoulders holding back a laugh. 

“Okay, Rovach’s in his panic room,”

You ran to the engine room.

“When I pop this, the magnet pulse lasts for 15 seconds.” One pressed the screen. “Welcome to the world's biggest magnet.”

"Four, still on top?" One inquired

"Always" his cheeky voice boomed in the comm

One gagged, he got the wrong idea all alone. We split then, Two and Three went to the second deck. Stepping on the main deck Five followed One, while you followed Seven, the 4 of you hiding behind low walls, ready to activate One’s magnet.

“Fuck!” you cocked your head at One’s voice.

“Ah, fucking American-made! The fucking chip fell out.”

“What?” Five almost yelled.

You sighed “I told you to be gentle with it!“

“The chip fell out!”

“Well, fix it.” Seven argued

“I can't just fix it, all right!” The phone is very fucking complicated.”

“Give it to Eight then!” Five pushed One’s arm, you extended your arm exasperate.

“CONTACT” Seven suddenly yelled. Redirecting your attention to the shore, you saw a bunch of military guys ready to shoot at you. Seven and you immediately covered One and Five, the guards dropping dead in an instant.

“Wow,” you look at the mess on the shore and at your gun.

“Hey,” Seven handed you a mag “it’s us or them.”

The shooting roused the bodyguards on the main deck, they started shooting, great.

“One! put the phone down and use your gun.” 

“I got it, I got it, I got it” he almost laughed, this old man really!

“GRENADE!” Seven yelled pushing you backwards out of harms way.

“ONE!” you screamed

It all went so fast, the grenade left off the floor in a fastens, sticking on a wall far from you, people flew around the boat, smashing into the walls, hung on the metal parts of the yacht.

"Alright Baby Yoda's on board" you muttered to yourself watching the scene unfold before you.

One kept oo-ing at his own device, not expecting a result like this one. 15 seconds out, they all fell down from the walls and began heading for your area. One pressed it. They flew to the other side.

"Holy shit!“ 

The bodyguards had chest armors, made with metal that’s why they were moved around like puppets, One and his giant magnet being the puppeteer.

“Wow I mean, I wasn't "sure" sure it’d work. I had a suspicion, but I, uh” One ranted while you 3 look at him in disbelief, he wasn’t sure? ... "God, this is all so fucking dangerous.” 

“I hate you so much!” you threw him your empty mag.

“Move!” Seven lead the way

“Hey, hey! You like that phone now, motherfucker?” One kept ranting at Seven who didn't even care.

“This thing is amazing.” he was like a teen who'd seen tits for the first time.

Three and Two were covering the stairs, Three was wowed by the magnetic field. 

“Stop fucking around. We gotta find Rovach." One acted like he wasn’t wowed a second ago.

“Yeah well he's ass is still in the panic room.” you show him the CCTV of the room.

“The backdoor is near the kitchen, the deck above.” Two reloaded her gun, and tightenned her ponytail, you look at her, she was damn too gorgeous for a gun fight.

“Four, still with us?” you called in

“You have to move fast," he huffed “This boat is fucking huge, they’re coming from everywhere.” 

You ran up, Seven and One leading while Two was covering behind. You never leaving Five's side. One stood up ready to enter the kitchen when a shot fired from inside. One dropped down, activating the magnet in a flash. The 8 guards came flying into the walls, followed by utensils like sharp knives..

You slide next to One “you good?” 

He seethed “I’ll live,”

“Let’s go” Seven motionned to you for cover. Standing behind him a hand on his shoulder. He shoot at the remaining guards Two hadn’t shot yet. In the corner of your eye you caught One’s juggling with the phone before it hit the ground.

“More guys coming” Three announced

“Flashbang!” you threw it in, before coming in with Three and Seven, getting rid of the incoming guards. The boat started moving.

“Magnet! Where is the magnet?” Three screamed, there were too many guys for you 4 to handle.

“Fix the phone!”

“I'm trying! The screen is cracked!” he yelled back at Seven, next to you.

 “I TOLD you to be EXTRA gentle with it!!”

“Fuck you Eight!”

The look you gave him, if he wasn't your boss you would have shot him! Three and you shot a few guys coming east.

“We get it! One yelled exasperated “They're dead!”

“Stop yelling at us!”

"Shit.” Seven sighed. "They got our position. We need to move."

Two ran to kill the engine.

“We should split up.”

Seven and three took off, you stuck with Five and One.

Five went to talk to a security guy pined to the wall by some rotisserie meat fork “What the fuck?” 

As soon as she approached him another guy sprung out, before you could cover her, she dodged his fist, grabbed a extinguisher ready to smash him, you look at her proudly, but the thing flew from her hands heading to guard’s face. One had activated the magnet again.

“I feel like a Jedi.”

“That's not how the Force works!” you rolled your eyes.

Rovach's head of bodyguards ran into the kitchen, you held up your gun to shoot him but One pushed Five your way, so the guard would follow him not you 2. His sudden concerned for his teammates, had you baffled for a second.

“Five, flush him out.” he groaned ino the comm

‘Go, go’ you guide her to the deck, looking back at One, he kinda had it handle, still fighting with the bodyguard on the ground.

"Find Rovach. I'll distract the guards." Four stated in the comm.

"I’ll cover Five! Five and Eight going for Rovach.” Five held your shoulder glancing back while you lead the way. 

Sudden explosions had you tumble against the railing, Five grabbing a hold of you before you could trip over for a dip.

"Thanks" you look at your watch, it wasn’t supposed to blow now.

"One, bad timing!"  

He only grunt back, nearing Rovach's suite, you were still shielding Five behind you, shooting at anyone coming your way.

“I've got four guys on me. I'm on the upper deck, and I'm screwed.”

“Come on Four,” you muttered to yourself.

“We're in Rovach's stateroom." Five announced as you stealthily entered the panic room.. the asshole coming out of it as soon as you entered without seeing you.

“One, Rovach is leaving with a guard. What do you want us to do?” Five asked while you covered the door.

One ignored her, “Four, where are you at?” he asked over the comm

“One, please help me!” Four’s strained voice echoed in the comm, something was wrong, your heart clenched.

“Four? Give me a hint, buddy.” you could hear One running. 

Waiting for his next order you became agitated hearing Four’s cry of help but you couldn’t let Five on her own. You started breathing in and out loudly to calm yourself, you still had to protect Five and yourself.

“What's your 20?” Seven asked One “Anybody got eyes on the target?”

“Negative," you answered Seven

“I don't know my 20. Stay off the channel. I'm going for Four.” 

You look at Five, One going out of his way was unusual..

“Four, where you at, buddy?”

“You're breaking your own rules.” you could hear Seven’s smirked, your lips twitched.

“We gotta move,” you ran to the safe-boat area, since Rovach couldn’t board a boat anywhere but here.

“Hey” Five squeezed your arm, then look ahead, a hors-bord was getting away, with Rovach in it. 

“One,” you tried to focused back on the mission, “I got a shot, your call. It’s right now!”

“Don’t shoot!”

“But...” you lowered your gun. But you had no time to worry about Rovach when you heard Four cry out as a cracking sound resonated in the comm, a gasp leaving your lips. Before you could yell at One to help him, Five snapped you out of it when she screamed seeing a guy coming. He shoot once, you shoved Five behind you, shooting back he dropped dead. 

“Eight, you...” Five hold your arm

"Y/N..." Four whimpered your name, his voice so low you could barely hear it. Heart clenching, you stumble on the railing.

“It's a big ship. Say something, pal.” One was still looking for him

“He’s going to kill me." 

“Billy stay with me...” Five glanced at you, your eyes became teary, you bite your lips holding a groan.

“Eight” One warned as you used Four’s name.

You tried to regain your composure, ready to shoot, but your hands were shaking. The yacht had become unusually quiet, most of the guards were down. You heard a single gunshot on the upper deck.

“There you are." One's voice sounded relieved. "Cleavers”

A silence then Four's voice cut it “Whut?”

“It’s TV show, come on let’s go, fucking Millennials. Eight focus.”

“I am focus!” sniffing you let out a sigh, you shook your head at Five, but she didn't listen.

“Eight has been hit, we got to go.” you hissed at her.

“Shit, Eight?” Four inquired, worry in his voice.

“I’m fine,” you grabbed the railing holding your side “it grazed me.”

“She’s not! Shut up.” Five put your arm around her neck leading you up the stairs.

“The ship is still sinking guys!” Two interfered

“Murat?’ you called out in the comm. The thump of an helicopter drew nearer.

“Meeting point!” One called out

Five run to the upper deck followed by your limping ass, soon collided with Two and Three.

“Hey lovebirds” Five joked

You look around still alert until One appeared in your peripheral vision, he tapped your shoulder in reassuring gesture, eyeing your side, you nodded.

Four followed, holding his right arm. He held you close until it was your turn to board. Aboard the chopper, you made a sling out of a shemagh for him while Five argued with you to stop moving so she could heal your injury.

“It’s just a bruise” he muttered to you while you tied it around his neck “hey” you finally looked at him, worry still filling your eyes. “Gah” you cried out as Five patched your own injury. Four chuckled at your stubbornness, he kissed your forehead as you leaned on him slightly, seething. No one cared about how close you were with Four, everyone was focused on getting the shithead.

It was one of his choppers, so no doubt he’d get in to save his ass. And he did. Seeing Three was about the choke the Rovach’s guard you scoot closer to Four, but stayed alert just in case.

As the chopper was nearing a refugee camp, the all team had a hard time seeing the desolation in these camp. No human-being should live that way, no child should be out there seeing people die, this isn’t a life, it’s surviving day after day without knowing what’s to come.

Seeing One’s face you understood why he started this strike team, so somewhere someone could do something governments were afraid to do, or were not willing to, to keep their privileges.

This camp was one of many Rovach’s liked to gaz. One opened the chopper’s door, Rovach immediately tried to bargain for his life. The chopper lower down, One did what he had to do, what he might have dreamed to do. He shoved Rovach out the chopper, 3 meters fall with a lovely welcome ceremony from the "rebels" leaving in the camp. Sticks and stones, punches and kicks, revenge.

The team watched as the people get their revenge on Rovach. Everyone sighed, finally, the team’s first mission was done, a success.

Four discreetly intertwined his fingers with yours, you look at him, you’d never imagine finding someone after cutting yourself from the world. Looking around you smile at this new crazy family. One would argued on that obviously.

The chopper did a pit stop near a base in the desert.

“I told you, bruise.” Four removed his arm from the sling to get dressed properly. You punched is arm, he flinched. “What's with you and scaring me!”

“I'm not the one who got shot.” he said lifting an eyebrow, you frowned, he was kinda right, he looked around “Damn I'm sorry alright, and you scared me too luv! ” he took your hand in his swiftly kissing it.

After a few minutes you watched as everyone was looking far in the distance in silence. “Are we posing for Vanity Fair or what? Let’s go home!”

Getting on the jet, you went to talk to One, about what happened on the boat, as he was not there yet, you sat in his seat in the cockpit.

“Y/N huh?” you turned your head to see Seven in the airlock.

“Blaine,” you smiled, now he knew your name.

“Hey by the way, I’m sorry about your brother,”

“We don’t talk about Six,” One’s voice startled you.

“..Why’s that?” Seven asked him as he walk past to his seat.

As he wasn't answering you stood up in the cramp cockpit “Because it makes One cry,” letting One sit you patted his shoulder. “We got to talk, old man.” You left the airlock almost crashing into Three. 

“Bring us back to that fucking California desert papi!” 

Last chapter ; Eighth chapter - One, but not done

A/N: don't forget to double tap if you liked it. 🙏

[illusion-of-sea-axes]

WIP Wednesday is upon us once again, and I return with more Kimballina Bodyguard AU (Currently at nearly 16K)

 After a post-workout shower, Carolina sends Dr. Grey a message.

‘I have an update on Kimball’s shooter. Can I brief her?’

‘An update?’ Dr. Grey responds as Carolina dresses herself and composes the words of the briefing in her head. She’ll try and avoid mentioning her whole 

‘I’ve been tracking down the source of the sniper. Can I talk to Kimball?’ 

‘Yes.’

‘Thanks’

That’s all Carolina needs to slip on her boots and hop on the next mag shuttle to the hospital. It’s a quick trip. She doesn’t bring a sidearm. She does wish to slip behind the security of her visor, her armor, but that’s impractical and she’s fairly sure seeing a woman in power armor walking the halls is not good for the Chorusans’ hearts.  

The parking lot is weirdly empty, occupied by a handful of warthogs and civilian vehicles, despite the very little empty space within the hospital itself. 

Dr. Grey is there at the elevator when Carolina arrives.

“Hello, Carolina. How are you?”

“I’m… fine, Dr. Grey. Why do you ask?”

“Because you’re showing all the signs of lack of sleep and stress. Y’know, typically not-fine behavior. I can list them, if you like.” 

“That’s fine, Dr. Grey, I know the side effects of stress and lack of sleep. I’ve had much more intense periods in my life with less.”

“And how does that justify you putting yourself through it now?” 

Frankly, it didn’t. Dr. Grey doesn’t say anything else, though, instead humming along to some opera piece Carolina didn’t know. 

Carolina recalls all the words she needs to say, all the things she has to cover, and all the things she isn’t going to say, on the walk to Kimball’s room. 

Kimball doesn’t look that different from when Carolina last saw her, only a tad bit less pale, and on painkillers once again. Not as strong as they had been after Dr. Grey had fixed her up, clearly, but that doesn’t bode much hope for the debriefing.

“Hello, Kimball.”

“Carolina. How are you?”

“I’m fine. What about you?” She ignores the look Dr. Grey gives her out of the corner of her vision. 

“I… Well, I’m on a heavy dose of pain-killers, so, at the moment, I’m okay. But Dr. Grey said you had an update on the current situation?”

“Yes. We know who committed the assassination and I know he didn’t get it from some UNSC aid. The sniper used in the attack is an old model from during the Covenant War, it didn’t come from the space pirates.”

“So the shooter was supplied by some rogue group?”

“Essentially. I’m still working on the details of that exactly, but I have a lead. Even if it doesn’t pan out, we do know that it had to have come from an old stockpile. Snipers are rare in the after-war firearms trade here on Chorus.” 

“Yes, unfortunately.” Kimball pressed her right hand to her temple, a bulky heart monitor clipped to a finger and attached to a monitor. “I doubt it’ll die down soon.”

“To be fair, the Covenant War ended about six years ago and the UNSC is still struggling with the ordinance left over.” 

“That’s not exactly comforting, Carolina.”

“It’s a reminder. Even the UNSC doesn’t have full control over their space.” To be fair, the UNSC never had full control over their space since the birth of the Outer Colonies. It was inevitable that their control would falter. Carolina had figured that out in fucking high school. “It’s amazing that you have so much control over your own.” 

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” She looks up at Carolina, still rubbing circles in her right temple. “Anything else?”

“No… Just a question. Do you want me to write up an official proposal for my bodyguard idea?”

“I… I think that would be a good idea. We can discuss it more once I’m released.” 

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll keep you informed there’s any major developments before then.”   

“I would hope so.”

[kingsmanstories]

God’s Plan

Six

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: the usual

Tags: (if you want to be tagged let me know!) @balanced-ram

@v-torya @reyloshipper-starwars @wefracturedmotivation

Catch Up:

ONE - TWO - THREE - FOUR - FIVE

A/N: As always, let me know what you think!

“Alfie Solomons? Alfie fuckin’ Solomons, Tommy? Are you being serious?” 

Arthur stood up, hands balled into fists resting on the top of the table. Everyone’s eyes turned to him, unsure of his next move. “He isn’t gonna be able to do shit, Tom, and you know it.”

Tommy didn’t let his cool demeanour crack, just letting out a long breath. He knew this would be his brother’s reaction. However, it surprised him how quiet Polly and John were being about it, but he put it down to them realising the importance of getting help. “Arthur, I know you’re not particularly fond of Alfie but-”

“The man’s a fucking nutcase, Tom!” He shouted, slamming his fist down onto the table, causing Polly to flinch and you to let out a small yelp. You looked from Arthur to Tommy, and you could see his mask quickly cracking at his brother’s words, frustration filling his features as he clenched his jaw. 

“He’s going to fuckin’ help us, Arthur. He’s going to give us some fuckin’ men, and we’re going to get these fuckin’ bastards.” Tommy raised his voice, leaning on the table to face his brother, staring straight into his eyes with every word, before standing up again, clearing his throat. “Any questions?” 

The room was silent, and all anyone else could do was shake their heads. Tommy nodded his head. “Alright then, back to work.” He said, moreso to Arthur and John than you and Polly, watching as they left silently to the betting shop next door. 

You went to stand up, before a gentle hand pushed you back down again. “And where do you think you’re going?” Tommy said in a lighthearted voice, taking the seat next to you that Polly was sat in, as she started busying herself around the kitchen, getting the leftovers from breakfast for you and Tommy. 

“To work, Michael must be so-” 

“Not a chance, Mags. You can’t go to work, a week after being shot with two broken ribs and whatever else. Michael’s absolutely fine, he can cope.” Tommy said, dropping his hand from your shoulder to hold yours. He knew how much you liked to keep busy, and what a challenge it’d be to get you to rest.

You sighed, shoulders deflating in defeat as Polly put two plates in front of you and Tommy. “What am I going to do then?” Tommy’s hand left yours as he began to eat his food, nodding at Polly as she walked away into the betting shop, leaving you in peace. 

Tommy sighed, turning to face you. He felt guilty, he really did, but he didn’t want to risk stressing you out further. Plus, Polly would have his head if he let you work like this. “I’m sure Polly could find something for you to do, keep your mind busy. She always had jobs for us as kids, eh?” He said, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “You like sewing, you could do some of that.” 

You gave him a small smile, finishing your mouthful of food before replying. “I suppose so, I have a few dresses to mend that I haven’t gotten round to yet.” Sighing, taking the hand that was on your cheek into yours. The nature of the meeting was still playing on your mind, and you wanted to know you could trust this Solomons man, whoever he was. “Tommy, this man you was talking about, he’s definitely going to help us?”

Tommy nodded, squeezing your hand reassuringly as he saw the worry in your eyes. Over the past couple of days, especially while you was in hospital, he made various phone calls to Alfie finalising plans that just needed to be signed in person. Alfie had also been affected by the IRA, and he wanted to find the bastards as much as Tommy did. “Of course, love. I promised you, didn’t I, eh?”

“You did, and you always keep your promises.” You said, pecking his cheek before turning back to your food, finishing the last bit of egg. Tommy finished soon after, taking both of your plates to the sink for Polly to wash up later. You stood, frowning as he looked at his pocket watch, you forgot he had to go to work. 

Tommy made his way over to you, checking to see if anyone was around before pulling you into his arms. He wasn’t one for public displays of affection. Resting his chin on the top of your head, he sighed softly. “I’ll come and see you in a little while, alright? You’ve got Polly here all day if you need anything.” He pulled away, kissing the top of your head, before pressing a quick kiss to your lips. 

You smiled, nodding. “Alright, I’ll see you in a little while.” He gave another quick kiss to your cheek before turning and walking into the betting shop, passing Polly on his way in, who only gave him another knowing smile.

The rest of the morning seemed to drag by, you sat on the sofa with three dresses on the table in front, all with various tears that needed to be sewed. It was a fiddly job, but you’d been sewing for enough years to be able to at least make them wearable again. Thomas had come to sit with you at lunchtime, and he broke the news to you that he and his brothers were leaving for London that night. You knew he’d be alright, and the man he was seeing was helping them, so he was no threat. Yet, you still worried. It was part of your nature.

The rest of the afternoon after Thomas went back to work was spent helping Polly make packed lunches for the boys’ trip. You and Polly had always got on well, she thought of you as the daughter she never had, and took you under her wing when you was young. 

The boys got in from the betting shop at 5 o’clock, you and Polly were just getting the rest of their things together for the journey. The closer it got to Thomas leaving the more anxious you became. It was only for a day, after all. 

“Call us when you’re there, alright?” Polly told all of them, giving them a stern look as she handed the food wrapped in a bag to John. “Be safe.” 

Tommy nodded, Arthur and John going to the car to put their things in. He made his way over to you, pulling you into his arms. Polly walked into the kitchen to give you both some space. “I’ll be back tomorrow before you know it.” 

“Just be careful, won't you?” You said, holding both of his hands when he pulled away. 

“Always am, aren't I?” Tommy joked as you rolled your eyes, flashing you a smile before leaning down for a kiss. Once you’d both pulled away, he let go of your hands and kissed your head, before heading to the door. “See you tomorrow, love.” 

Once the door shut, you heard Polly come back into the living room behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Come on, I’ll help you finish those dresses.”

The next morning | Camden Town, London.

“This it? Looks different.” John commented, twisting the toothpick in his mouth before replacing it with a cigar. He’d visited Alfie’s ‘bakery’ with Tommy in the past, and this place looked completely different to how he remembers. 

“Said he’s recently had some work done to the place, looks decent, must admit.” Tommy replied, sighing at Arthur’s silence. He knew he’d be salty for the entire trip, and he was hoping he wasn’t sulking on the way home either or he’d be tempted to make him walk back to Birmingham. 

The brothers approached the door, Ollie standing holding it open for them before leading them inside the distillery, to Alfie’s office. He knocked twice on the glass door, opening it and nodding to Alfie. “The Shelby’s, Mr. Solomons.” 

Alfie gave him the nod to let them in, and he stood to greet them as his young assistant left. “Shalom, how are we all?” He asked, shaking each Shelby’s hand - except Arthur, who only offered a nod of the head. 

Gesturing to the three seats in front of his desk, Alfie sat down in his own, gathering the papers and a pen on his desk. “Got ya’ little contract ‘ere, basically says that I’m gonna help you.” 

Tommy nodded, leaning over to get the papers, scanning through them, brow furrowing in confusion. 

“You look very confused, Thomas.” Alfie commented, folding his hands in front of him on the desk. Genuinely, he did want to help the brothers out. The IRA have taken too much in his life and after what Tommy had told him on the phone, he knew they were both at their wits’ end with the bastards. 

“You haven’t asked for anything in return, Alfie. You’re letting us borrow men, access to information, yet you wan’t nothing from us?” Tommy asked, setting the papers back on the desk as he eyed the other man curiously, ignoring Arthur’s murmurs of disapproval. 

“Just want to help you, don’t I? Them bastards ‘ave taken a lot from me, Thomas, and I wanna give you an ‘and in getting them, yeah?” Alfie replied simply, shrugging his shoulders. “I’m not as bad as some make me out to be, yeah? I ‘ave a heart, just takes the right thing for me to use it.” 

Alfie’s words shocked Tommy deeply, and he never thought of all people that Alfie Solomons would lend a hand and want nothing in return. He wandered how bad the IRA had effected him to feel like this, but didn’t press further. After all, he wanted to make this deal as quickly as possible, so they’re on their way home sooner. 

“Very well, Alfie,” Tommy replied, head nodding in gratitude as he took the pen from the other gangster and leaned forward to sign the papers on the desk. “We appreciate your generosity.” 

Alfie nodded his head, standing up as he shook John and Tommy’s hands again, nodding politely at Arthur who didn't meet his eyes. “I’ll give you a phone call to update you. Thank you for comin’ all the way down ‘ere.” He said, opening his office door to let them out. 

Tommy shook Alfie’s hand again as he left, expressing his thanks before leaving his office, and letting Ollie lead them out of the distillery, bidding them goodbye as they left. 

Walking towards the drivers side of the car, Tommy rubbed his hands together and patted both of his brothers on the shoulder. 

“Right, lets get ‘ome.”

[whatif-animagineblog]

Summary: You came into a small town wanting to help people, that was it, hopefully having a good life. The small town you found, Four Corners, was unsuspecting. A town you never expected to have the impact on your life as it and it’s resident Conman would have.

Pairing: Ezra Standish/Reader (Rein in your horses. It’s slow burn)

Words: 1486

Warnings: There is a brief description of hanging other than that there is nothing. 

A/N: Welp...This is not Star Trek...Nor anything else I’ve written about. This story is dedicated to the small fandom of the Magnificent Seven Television series. I have fallen in love deeply with seven gunslingers. I hope you enjoy it. Even if you do not watch Mag 7 I: 1, highly suggest you do. and 2 would hope you read it just to validate me I have put a lot of work into this. 

A/N 2: Yes I did tag most of you on my list just so you are aware what is happening. If you want to remain tagged let me know. I won’t tag you all in the second chapter and forward unless you ask

NEXT

CHAPTER ONE: New In Town

Why did you ever come this far out west? You hadn’t been in town more than a few days and you were already in a horrible situation. Tied up, being threatened, and now you were having a rope tied around your neck. “You let my buddy Jonathan die.” You looked into to the angry eyes of the man in front of you.

“It was a severe infection. I did all I could.”

“Bullshit. You killed him and you should hang. Unless” he grinned as he brought his face closer to his breath reeking of strong sour liquor. “You wanna have some ol’ fashion fun.”

“Oh come on Billy just let her hang!”

A hand was placed on your leg, “Give me a minute Michael!”

“Burn in hell you bastard!”

“Come on now sweetheart, don’t be like that.”

“Billy, come on,” another man spoke as he shifted uncomfortably on his horse with the rest of the men with him.

“Joel shut up!”

You should’ve stopped yourself, but, You took the opportunity to spit in his face which earned you a slap. “You bloated white liner, yellow bellied son of a -” This time it was the back of a pistol and you nearly fell off your horse, which was keeping you alive

“Hey,” an unfamiliar voice called. “Is that any way to treat a lady?” You glanced up and saw seven men on horses at the top of the small hill.

“This ain’t a lady! She’s a snake.”

“Let her go,” another man shouted.

“My pleasure,” you capture laugh and he slapped the horse's hindquarters that was supporting you. It bolted and you felt rope tighten cutting off your air flow. You failed in attempting to catch a breath. You could hear the pounding of hooves or maybe that was just the blood in your ears. Maybe gunfire or your heart pounding. Your vision started to go as you struggling started to slow.

Suddenly there was a mass beneath you and an arm was around your waist easing you into a lap. You could suddenly breathe, taking gasping breaths as you heard a stream of comforting words. “Alright now, ma’am. You’re alright, let me get this,” there was a grunt of exertion as the rope slipped off your neck, “damn thing off you.” Then suddenly you were moving from the noise of gunfire, and you were pressed into the chest of your savior with your hands still bound in your lap. As soon as you were a top of the hill he reached his hands around you to untie your hands. You finally turned to look up at the man and God, he was handsome. “There you are, are you alright?”

You quickly looked down and nodded numbly trying to process what had happened. “y-yes, thank you, Mr-” you trailed off.

“Standish. Ezra Standish, no need to thank us,” He tipped his hat as the other men rode up beside him. “And the rest of these men are Josiah, Vin, JD, Chris, Nathan, and Buck,” he pointed to each man, in turn, and you followed his hand.

The one that Ezra had pointed out as Vin maneuvered his horse closer, “How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” you rasped, your throat sore.

“I’ll take a look at you back in town, you do live in Four Corners right?” Nathan asked and you nodded unconsciously leaning back into Ezra’s chest. “You just opened up a doctor’s office, came to town a few days ago?”

“I-I think that is enough questions for now gentlemen, let's just get this young lady home,” Ezra spoke urging his horse forward

After a few minutes you started to feel your chest get tight, and then tears started to fall. Ezra, who was in the middle of the pack pulled his horse back a bit wordlessly to the back of the pack. He reached into his breast pocket of his bright red jacket with one hand and pulled out a white handkerchief, gently he placed it into your hands.”It’s alright. You’re safe. Here dry your eyes.”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured unable to stop crying.

“Ma’am, not to sound rude, but you are being ridiculous. You have nothing to apologize for. You’ve had a close brush with death, I’d be a bit worried if you didn’t have some form of emotional reaction.” You dabbed your eyes, turning the handkerchief over in your hands. You ran your thumb over the embroidered, ‘E.P.S’.  You hiccuped and more tears fell, you felt him sigh, was it annoyance? “Now now,” he hushed, dropping a hand on your hands holding the hanky. “You’re okay. And I promise you will be okay. You’re safe with us. If those men ever come back we’ll protect you”

You looked at his hand on top of yours, it was such a soft gesture. You started to cry a bit harder, the people were nice enough but you had been rather alone. Not really making any connections.

“I think you were brave,” Ezra’s voice was soft, even softer than before. You started to laugh, a laugh tangled with a sob.

“I think you mean foolish.” You tilted yourself to the side and tilted your head up to look at him, finally taking the chance to examine your savior, there was no doubt the man was handsome. Sturdy jaw, bright snapping green eyes, as he started to smile, it was a wild mischievous one you realized, which was only enhanced buy a gold tooth that caught the sunlight.

“Well in most cases you be right. But it took a special kind of gall to call a man who has a rope around your neck a- a- what was that I heard you yell?” He tilted his chin down to look at you and your breath caught in your chest.

“Well before I was rudely interrupted I was going to call him, uh, a bloated, white liner, yellowed bellied son of a bitch.” one of the other men nearby started to laugh with Ezra.

“Wooo nelly, you certainly have grit little lady.”

“Buck don’t be a vulture. Excuse him, ma’am. Oh!” Ezra exclaimed suddenly, “We have been very rude, very rude indeed, ma’am. My apologies might I ask your name?”

“Y/F/N.”

“Y/N,” Buck tested it out, “what a lovely name.”

The ride back to town was a fairly quiet one, there was some idle chit chat, but nothing past that. The feeling of a warm body, the gentle sway of the horse, and the exhaustion after the stress caused you to doze off in the arms of your savior.

You were not sure how long you were out but you were being awoken by gentle shake and whispers. “Come on now,” Ezra whispered, as you came too he placed his hands on your arms, “Nathan’s going to help you down. Okay?”

“Alright,” Nathan reached up towards you to grab your hands to help you hop down from the horse.

“Let’s get you up to my clinic so I can look at you.” Nathan took you by the arm and lead you up to his space above the livery.

“This is a nice place here. Nathan tell me if I am stepping on your toes but how would you feel about us combining our clinics?”

“Well, I think that be a fine idea,” He smiled as he helped you sit down. “Let's take care of the details later, I want to clean that cut on your face.”  You nodded as he kneeled before you, touching a rag to your face, you winched and tried to pull away from the stinging pain. “Sorry, it’s going to hurt for a while, and it going to be a nasty bruise.”

“Figured,” you hummed as he moved his attention to your neck. “Thank you. You have very gentle hands.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, “I do my best to make my patients comfortable.”

“You do very well.”

Nathan nodded and stood up, “You seem alright, just take it easy for a few days. Rest you’ve had a rough day. You are welcome to take a short rest here if you want.”

“I think I’ll just head home,” you stood and shook his hand. “Thank you, Nathan, I look forward to working with you.”

“And I you.”

As you exited the building and headed down the steps you ran into the other men, who were just waiting there, supposedly for you. “Can I help you, gentlemen?”

“We just wanted to see if you were alright,” Chris spoke up.

“I’m fine. Thank you again for saving me.”

“Ma’am it’s our job. No need to thank us,” Vin raised his hand to stop you.

“I sure hope this doesn’t scare you away,” Chris started to smile, “I think going back home would be a waste of your fire.”

“No. I’m staying, especially now I know I have you boys to back me up.”

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[donaldresslerfanfic]

Down.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 2142

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Thirty

Chapter Index

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Ressler.

A month, a crazy scientist and a con artist later, we were still okay. Maggie and I, the task force and Reddington. Liz and Reddington not so much.

They had been quiet after Vanessa Cruz, they hadn't contacted me to go to the Post Office to take another case, and if they did, I had plans on my own.

I wanted to get out of the city for a while, just Mags and I, the car, the road, go anywhere.

I was about to present this plan to her over an early breakfast when her phone rang.

She looked at it with a frown and answered.

"Kate" she said shortly. The other person began talking on the other line, and I turned the TV down.

Maggie cursed under her breath and stood up.

I heard her say something else on the phone. I really didn't wanted to get into her business, I knew I wasn't going to like whatever she was doing, because I knew it was related to him.

Still, I stood up and jogged upstairs, she was kneeling down next to a box and shuffling through some files.

"Okay I got one. Mass Avenue 5312."

She listened attentively, then hung up

"What's wrong?"

She took one file and stood up to me.

"Donnie listen" she placed her hands on my chest and up to my shoulders. "Raymond is down" I frowned, leading my hand to my pocket to pick my phone

"Where is he?"

"Everything" she said stopping me from taking my phone up to my ear "is being handled, and I'm unfortunately part of this so... You have to let me go my way and you do you"

"Part of this how?" She glanced quickly at her watch and fidgeted in her spot.

"We don't have time for this Donald I have to leave, ok? And after this I promise to not give you much slack about the force and you and Raymond got it? But I have to leave"

She gave me one quick kiss, then jogged downstairs.

"I'm coming with you" I said, jogging behind her, she looked back at me from over her shoulder as she kept walking.

"No you're not actually. Can't have the feds anywhere near the places I'm going"

She was about to open the front door, but I placed my hand over it to stop her.

"Donald please" she complained.

"The 'fed' it's also a person who cares about your well being" I stressed the word 'fed'. I never liked it when people said it despectively, and specially if one of those people was my own girlfriend.

"If you care then it's better I go alone, you're FBI, you think people don't know you?"

My phone rang, I quickly fished it, still holding the door to keep Maggie in

"Ressler" I answered. I was told to head to the Post office, and was briefed on what I already knew, there was an assasination attempt on Reddington's life and he was injured. I said I was on my way and hung up.

I walked a short step to Maggie and placed my other hand on her neck.

"Maggie if you get spotted with Reddington, you are instantly placed and every kind of list there is. Do what you have to and stay as far away as you can. Someone tried to kill him, and I don't want anything to happen to you"

She looked at me and nodded, I pulled her to me and gave her one more kiss before we both got into out cars and drove away.

I would've given anything to go with Maggie and see what she did, how she worked behind the scenes, the secrets Reddington has.

I also would've killed for Maggie and I to be on our way to a little escaped away from everything. Another day.

Maggie.

I pulled in front of house, turning the engine off and getting out of the car.

I had a bag with files and other items I knew I would need.

In cases like these Raymond insisted to have money on standby, just in case. The money was held in different decrepit houses like the one I was in right now. He bought them cheap and installed money safes, sometimes he used them to another deals I couldn't care less.

I walked in and quickly located the vault, hidden behind a fake panel in one of the rooms. I opened it and quickly began to draw the money and put it into the silver case I had brought.

Another thing that usually happens in cases like this is that the other houses with the vaults have to be checked, and the combinations of the locks changed. I was meant to take care of that.

I finished with the money and closed the vault.

I got out of the house and sat in my car, I had several burner phones to use to deal with Raymond's business. I took one out of the box and left the file in the passenger seat.

I dialed a number and turned on the engine. While heading to Kate the adress I had given Kate I called Susan. She helped me with getting the houses and the usual paperwork for construction and such.

"Susan this is Maggie" I said, turning the corner "listen, I'm sorry I'm calling on such short notice, but the house in Georgetown? I'm finally approved to start building in it, how fast can you get me the demolition team?"

"For you Mags, tomorrow they can be there"

"Thank you so much Su" I said relieved. Raymond was going to be pleased with the house gone quickly.

I said my goodbyes and hung up. I called one of Raymond's contacts to get the vault out of the house before tomorrow. The vault was to be shredded to make sure it was untraceable.

And just like that, I had a file to burn as soon as I could.

I parked in the warehouse and walked inside, holding the case. I found Kate waiting for me at the first entrance. I handed the case to her and looked inside.

The paramedic tent was up, and I could see the shadows of people inside it. I saw Liz on the other side, also looking in.

"How is he?" I asked.

"Too soon to tell, they're working on stabilizing him"

I nodded, still worried.

"I'll handle what I have to. Please keep me informed" I asked Kate. She gave me a little nod and turned back into the warehouse.

I got into the car again and started it. Then began my trip to all the properties in DC, changing locks and safe numbers.

By the time I got home it was past 4 in the afternoon, and I hadn't eaten anything. I headed to my studio and grabbed the box with files I had let out in the open.

I secured it and headed down with the house I had to demolish to burn the file I had, making sure no one could link me to the house, and the house couldn't be linked to Raymond.

I placed the file in the barbecue rack and set it on fire, thinking hard if I was missing something or letting out any lose ends. Hopefully I didn't.

Ressler

I was getting ready to head out, staying in the Post office waiting for news about Reddington instead of being out of the city was really getting to me. The more I though that I could be doing something else besides being in my tiptoes for his every move, the more I wished to be done with this deal and have him behind bars.

Maybe I was starting to change, maybe this cat and mousse thing with Reddington can die down and I can be free.

While I was in the office, I made reservations in a little cabin outside the city. My plan was take Maggie out there and spend a few days out of reach from anyone.

Just us, a cabin, a creek to fish in, a fire. Just Mags and I.

Before leaving I was informed Reddington was admitted and had a 4 day post surgery recovery, and in that moment I contacted Cooper to let him know I was going to take those 4 days away.

He was happy for me, happy to know I had some other things to do, and so was I.

I drove to Mags' place, parked my car in her garage and before I could undo  my tie and walk across the living room, she walked quickly to me from the kitchen.

"Hey" she saluted, I gave her a little smile and finished with the tie.

"Hey, how was your day?" I said, she looked up at me worried

"Do you know anything about Raymond? Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he's in post op"

She sighed and her shoulders untensed.

"I know that you couldn't care less or have any kind of sympathy for Raymond but he's actually worthy of my concern"

I nodded, knowing well that he hadn't done anything to Mags to make her hate him or dislike him. He took care of her as much as he took care of all the people that worked for him.

My hand took my phone and after I few taps I positioned the screen to her, showing her the picture of the cabin, surrounded by trees, and camp fire, a wooden area.

She looked at it with a frown and then looked back at me.

"What's that?"

"That is where we're going tomorrow" she frowned and looked at me with a little smirk.

"What? You are taking a vacation?"

"We" I set the phone down and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her chest to mine.

"What?" She asked again wrapping her arms around my neck "are you serious Agent Ressler?"

"100%. We leave in the morning" she smiled and pressed her lips to mine. "next time it'll be the beach, I promise"

"You know I don't like promises" she shook her head, my nose tapped with hers back and forth, I smiled and gave her another quick kiss.

"That's one I can keep"

She looked at me complicit, I reached down to pat her in the butt cheek and motioned at her to go upstairs.

She jogged up and by dinner time she had her bags ready, I readied mine after we ate.

It was in that moment when it hit me, and I couldn't help myself to ask Maggie while she pulled the covers off the bed.

"Are we living together?"

She looked at me and finished with the covers, then took her hair and began to braid it.

"It sure feels like we are"

"I was wondering because" I motioned at the closet that had half of my things mixed with hers "I've been filling this thing without asking and, you know, I've got underwear here, my toothbrush, my laptop, my shoes. And I don't really remember the last time I was at my place"

She gave me a smirk and finished with her braid.

"You want more room is that what you're saying?" She joked. I snorted a laugh and folded a shirt into my bag.

"No" I bent over to grab another shirt and stutter "I mean, I've been living here, I should at least help with the services"

"Those are paid bimonthly and not by me. Donald" she crawled over the bed and stood on her knees next to me "I love the fact that you're here, this" she motioned at the room "when we go to bed together and I get to look at you relax, then you turn and pull me to you and spoon me, that's easily the best part of my day. And I don't think we're going to fast. We're over thirty and we've known each other for almost three years now. Are you uncomfortable here? Do you want to move back and take your things? I won't feel offended."

"No" I said in a sigh and pulled her close by the waist "I was just... Confirming it?"

"That doesn't sound like a confirmation" she said with a smile, I looked at her, looked into her eyes, the ones I could look all day long.

"Coming back here, opening the door and knowing you'll be on the other side, that's the best part of my day" she smiled, leaning in and kissing me. I loved her kisses, I loved her lips, I loved the way her body felt when I hugged her. I was so stupidly in love with this woman.

I was really, really glad in enjoyed every second of our vacations, because what happened the second I stepped into the Post Office changed everything for the worst.