#kresge

[newyorkthegoldenage]

82nd Street between Roosevelt and 37th Avenues, Jackson Heights, 1934. Schrafft's, S.S. Kresge and others can be seen in this view north.

Photo: Queens Public Library

[onefootin1941]

Kresge’s Halloween candy section in a Chicago store, year unknown

S. S. Kresge’s Department Stores (1899-1987)

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Emily (5x07)

He doesn’t remember much after he hits the floor. The FBI agent yelling his name, something about not using his gun. Confusion, regret, fear. There were fleeting moments of lucidity: being loaded into an ambulance, being hooked up to machines and IVs. He doesn’t know what happened, he doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. He can’t remember any of it, really. 

But he remembers her.

He moves in and out of consciousness as the doctors explain what happened (or attempt to), but he isn’t listening. He thinks of her, wonders about her. More now than he did yesterday. Funny how that works.

His eyes open slowly, painfully, and although there’s sunlight streaming through the hospital window he has no earthly concept of time. But she’s here at his bedside, finally. In the flesh. She’s standing over him with concern painted across her beautiful features.

“Detective Kresge,” she says, a relieved smile on her face. He realizes it’s the first time he’s actually seen her smile since she arrived in San Diego.

“Scully, FBI,” he replies weakly.

“How’re you feeling?”

He groans. “Like the precinct coffee that’s still at the bottom of the pot around lunchtime.”

She grins. “Well, you look better than I expected.”

“That’s a relief.” Her expression doesn’t indicate as much, and he presumes she’s just being kind. Damn , he should’ve just asked her out before all of this happened, when he maybe kinda sorta had a shot. 

“My partner tells me you were really put through the wringer.” 

Partner. Everything had happened so fast back at that house where he’d followed Dr. Calderon, he hadn’t even had time to put it together. Of course that guy was her partner.

“You never told me your partner was in town.”

“Yeah, well…” she shrugs. “I was off duty. Technically.”

“Would have been nice to get a heads up.”

She says nothing. Her reluctance to explain, though, has his head spinning. Sure, he’s irked by the omission, but even after all of this, he realizes that what he actually wants to know is if her partner —that really good-looking guy she must spend every waking hour with— might be more than just her partner.

“He, uh… tried to warn me. Not to use my gun.” He wants to ask her what the fuck happened. His doctors’ explanation was basically a non-explanation; they had no idea what had caused his injuries. He could only be grateful they hadn’t been fatal. But she’s a doctor too, and she’s smart. Smarter than most of the people on his squad.

Luckily, he doesn’t have to ask. “You were exposed to an unknown contaminant,” she explains. “Mulder was once exposed to the same thing. What he told the doctors may have saved your life.”

Dammit. Now he can’t even hate the guy.

“And… the little girl?” he then asks, but immediately wishes he hadn’t. Dana looks down at her lap. She doesn’t have to say anything. He knows how attached she was to that child. 

Fuck. The things he sees, the things she’s seen… sometimes he really hates this job.

“I’m sorry, Dana.”

He wants to reach out and take her hand, something to give her comfort, but he can’t help but feel like it’s not his place. She looks down at him, her eyes glassy. He recognizes her toughness, her resilience. The very thing he’d fought against at the start is exactly the thing that makes her a good agent. But in this moment he can see her humanity, something he knows makes her a good person, too. He wishes he’d had the chance to get to know her better.

“I’ll be okay.” She regards him for a moment. “I’d better get going. You should get your rest.”

He nods. He knew this visit would be brief, considering she hasn’t even sat down. He can only hope she’s here out of desire rather than obligation. “Okay.”

“I, uh…” she stops, collecting her thoughts. She glances out to the hallway, where he can see her partner milling around on his cell phone. So he’s here, too. “I just want to thank you for your help on this. For letting me turf your case.” She gives him a wry grin.

“Any time.”

But then she looks him directly in the eyes. “And… for believing me,” she says emphatically. “We wouldn’t have gotten as far if you hadn’t.”

“You’re welcome. And if you’re ever in town again and need a break from holiday time, give me a call.”

She smiles back. “I’ll do that.”

They look at each other, and for the first time in her breakneck pace since he met her, he can see her take a pause. Really consider him. He wonders if maybe, in another time, another situation– in another life – this could have really been something. And he could just be imagining it, but for a split second he thinks that maybe she’s wondering the same.

“Take care, Detective Kresge.”

He gives her a weary salute. “So long, Scully, FBI.” 

She turns to go, giving him one last tiny smile at the door. And when she walks through, she leaves it open a crack. He doesn’t believe in signs, but he takes this as one. He hopes she meant it. Maybe he’ll see her again someday.

He turns on his side to get more comfortable; he really could use some rest. In his periphery, however, he sees Agent Mulder out in the hallway, hanging up his phone and stepping close to her, concern etched onto his face. He puts a hand on Dana’s shoulder and she bows forward, falling against his chest.

He knows what this means. The emotion she’d held at bay in here with him is overflowing out there, with him .

Something about this gives him comfort. Because it isn’t his face, or his rank, or the fact that he lives three thousand miles away. None of that matters. Because Detective John Kresge never actually had a shot.

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on AO3!

@admiralty-xfd

[oldshowbiz]

Available At

[mstornadox]

Reblogging for the excellent illustration of Kresge Auditorium, built 1953-55, designed by Eero Saarinen

Bold new Pontiac

January 1958

[gatheringbones]

susan kresge, from naming the violence: speaking out about lesbian battering, edited by Kerry lobel, 1986

[peanuts-fan]

Karen Kresge and Snoopy

[natsu12291]

Heya ;3

[aunti-christ-ine]

[baska117]

!!!This is the work of the author and his fiction. Any resemblance to persons or places is purely coincidental!!! Today I try to make "killorder file" to my Hitman fanfic story "Demons of the past".. It took me good few hours to make the charts. What do you think? Let me know.

[archi-playground]

Kresge College | Studio Gang

[amc-minx]

Sienna, approaching Bianca at the bar: Did it hurt?

Bianca: Did what hurt?

Sienna: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

Marissa, sliding an arm around Bianca: No, it didn't, because I was there to catch her.

[serpentinesheldonserpentine]

Cleared for takeoff.

[oldshowbiz]

Welcome to Kresge's

[duffertube]

▶️ S.S. Kresge Background Music Record No. 256

1.) I Was Kaiser Bill’s Batman - Unknown Artist 2.) My Sweet Lord - Magic Guitars 3.) Satin Doll - Tony Mottola 4.) Unknown 5.) Swinging on a Star - Frank Chacksfield and his Orchestra 6.) The Big Hurt - Wes Montgomery 7.) Put Your Hand in the Hand - Unknown Artist 8.) Unknown 9.) The Hammer Song (If I Had a Hammer) - Percy Faith 10.) Love is Here to Stay - Arthur Fiedler and the Boston Pops Orchestra 11.) Jealous - Billy Vaughn 12.) Mr. Bojangles - Unknown Artist 13.) I'll Never Fall in Love Again - Ted Heath 14.) Sloop John B - The Hollyridge Strings

Source: Internet Archive

[purpledowntown]