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viktorrotkiv · 3 years ago

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Every Single Flavor of Feeling

Hey @impossiblyizzy , here is my gift to you for the @b99fandomevents Summer 2021 Fic Exchange.

I picked the prompt “A coffee shop AU revolving around the impending closing of the coffee shop - can include a ship if you want but I’m always happy just seeing the squad as friends!” I played around with the prompt slightly, really hope you don’t mind <3

Rating: G

Words: 2.6k

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Jake crossed the street towards the coffee shop, a piece of paper in his hands, looking glum. Gina watched him from behind the counter, polishing mugs in preparation for the shop opening in forty minutes.

Jake was late, as usual. They were both supposed to be there an hour before opening time. But as he pushed the door open, sending the bell dinging, he looked too sad to reprimand. “Hey, G.”

“Hey, Jake.” Gina warily put the mug down. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” Jake looked around the shop helplessly, his gaze blank. “Um, what do you need me to do?”

Gina decided not to push him. Jake always talked eventually. “You can turn everything on.”

Jake lumbered around the shop, preheating the ovens for the frozen pastries they made each morning, turning on the coffee machines and the milk frother, setting up the AC.

Forty-five minutes later, Gina and Jake shared their mandatory start-of-work cinnamon bun. Stuffing the last sticky bite into his mouth, Jake seemed somewhat cheered up.

“So…” Gina picked at her half of the pastry, savoring it. “Are you going to tell me what that is?” She pointed at the paper Jake had been holding, just visible over the side of his bag.

Jake took a big breath. “Yeah, I guess I should. I, uh…”

The bell dinged again, signaling the first customer’s arrival.

“Later, then. I promise.” Jake put on his cheerful customer face and manned the register.

At the end of every shift they had together, Jake and Gina tossed a coin to decide who would do the good part of cleanup and who got the bad parts. Mopping the floors and wiping the table was of course on the good list, since you could pretend the mop was a microphone and dance around. Cleaning the ovens and coffee machines was bad, since you had to crouch and sometimes your clothes got dirty.

Today, Gina was slightly happy that she got the bad chores. Two minutes sliding around on the wet floors and Jake’s mood would be improved. By the time he got to the tables, he would talk.

“G.” She was right. Jake cleared his throat before continuing. “I have some news. I, uh, I passed the last of the tests. I graduate from the police academy next week.”

Gina straightened up so fast that she banged her head against the oven’s ceiling, but she was so excited she could hardly feel it. “That’s amazing! Jake! Why have you been moping around all day?”

Jake had his back to her, so she couldn’t see his face, but she could hear his voice breaking. “It’s just… It’s the first thing we’re not doing together since… since gym classes were separated into boys and girls in middle school. Remember how devastated we were? And this is so much bigger.” He sniffled. “G, we’ve done everything together. Elementary school, middle school, high school, now this job. I went through the police academy alone, but I still saw you here all the time. What am I supposed to do without you?” He finally turned to look at her, eyes wet.

Gina dropped everything she was holding and ran to hug Jake, banging her ribs against the counter in her urgency. “Jakey, who knew you were so sweet and sentimental?”

“Ew. No. No, Gina, get off of me. You’re covered in oven gunk! Gina!” Jake leaped back and crashed into a table. Rubbing his lower back, he glowered at Gina, but he couldn’t stay mad at her for long.

Gina took a step back and adopted a rare serious expression. “You’ll be fine. You’re one of the smartest, bravest, best people I know.” Her gaze turned mischievous. “And I know a lot of people. Because actually the first thing we didn’t do together was me being popular in high school, and you weren’t. And you got through that.”

“Hey! Not nice.” Jake punched her shoulder half-heartedly, but he was clearly touched. “Thanks, Gina. But it’s still going to be sad leaving you.”

“I got an idea.”

“Why do you have an extra evil spark of joy in your eyes?”

“We are going to pull the best, grandest, most fuck-with-their-minds pranks you have ever seen before you leave.”

Jake’s eyes lit up with a similar passion. “Let’s brainstorm most prank-able coworkers.”

The first prank didn’t go as planned.

Gina kicked Jake behind the counter. “Here he comes,” she hissed.

“Yes, Gina, I can see that. I am also facing the door.” Jake turned back towards the entrance. “Hey, Mike! I just made us some coffee before the customers start coming in. Do you want anything?”

Mike was a little bit confused, but not enough to raise suspicion. Sure, Gina and Jake mostly only spoke to each other, but they were nice enough when they needed to talk to him. “Um, yeah, thanks. I’ll just take a cappuccino.”

“Cool. Cool cool cool. Um, unrelated, can you please go tidy the back room?”

With Mike definitively out of sight, Jake proceeded to pour a shot of every single flavor in the shop into his cup. “Gina, he’s not allergic to anything, right?”

“Who cares?”

“Gina!”

“Fine, yeah, I looked at his personnel file. He’s not allergic to anything. Ooh, but I heard him say he hates blueberries, pump in a bunch of that.”

Jake finished making the coffee and went to find Mike in the back room. “Here, this is yours.”

“Thanks, Jake.” Mike sipped. “Mm. I love having coffee this early in the morning.”

“Notice anything… special?” Jake glanced back at Gina, who shrugged.

“No. Not really. It’s really good.”

“Oh. That’s, uh, great. I was worried because the… uh… milk is almost expired. Glad to hear that it’s not.” Jake backed out of the room slowly and looked at Gina, bewildered.

Gina whispered, “What did you do?”

“Nothing! It had every single possible flavor in the shop! It should taste gross! Way too sweet and completely mismatched.” Jake glanced towards the back room. “We’ve gotta taste that.”

Gina nodded. “Hey, Mike, can you help me with the oven?” She glanced at Jake and waved her hand at him. “Scram!”

Mike emerged from the back room, holding his coffee. “Sure. What do you need?”

“These trays are too heavy for me to put in by myself. Here, take this side.”

“Sure.” Mike placed his coffee on the counter and bent down to help Gina. He didn’t notice Jake sneaking back in from the bathroom and picking up his coffee. Jake sniffed it, shrugged, and took a sip. His look of surprise almost made Gina drop her side of the tray.

“Thanks, Mike.”

“Sure thing, Gina. Oh, Jake, you almost gave me a heart attack. Didn’t see you there.” Mike picked up the coffee and walked away.

Gina motioned for Jake to come closer. “So?”

“It was so disappointing. All the flavors cancel each other out and it just tastes like regular coffee.”

Gina started giggling, which soon turned into full-on stomach-hurting, tear-bringing laughter. “I mean, that wasn’t the plan at all, but you’ve gotta admit that’s kind of hilarious.”

Jake started laughing too, mostly at Gina’s amusement. “I guess. “But, oh, I was so looking forward to seeing his face when he took that first disgusting sip…”

The second prank was much more successful.

A few days later, in the middle of a shift, Gina pulled Jake aside. “I have our next idea. So, you know how Tina is always talking about how she can’t live without caffeine, but every Thursday she makes herself a decaf at the end of her shift.”

“Of course I know! It’s the biggest mystery ever. I’ve been dying to ask her for months, but she’s such a bitch.”

“Well, I figured it out.” Gina smiled very smugly. “Every Thursday, her boyfriend asks her to hang out with his boring friends. And she tells him she’s too tired from work. And since she doesn’t get her outrageous amount of caffeine on Thursdays, she falls asleep on the couch, and he has no choice but to let her stay home.”

“Hold on, how do you know all of this?”

“Yesterday she complained to me about how her boyfriend only does boring things, and then she made me follow her puppy’s Instagram account. Her boyfriend comments on almost every post, and since he’s insanely hot, I started following him. Every Thursday he posts a super embarrassing picture of her drooling on the couch, captioned something sappy like ‘my adorable girlfriend works so hard!’, and an hour later—”

“Aww, that’s actually sweet.”

“It’s disgusting, Jake. Anyway, around an hour later he always starts posting pictures with his friends at the least Tina-like places ever. Sports bars, bowling alleys, restaurants that only serve fried chicken, no wonder she never wants to go out with him.”

Jake’s eyes lit up with understanding. “So tomorrow…”

“We’re going to graciously offer to make her coffee.”

“And not use decaf.”

“And she won’t fall asleep embarrassingly early for a grown woman.”

“And then she won’t have any excuse not to hang out with her super boring boyfriend.”

“You got it, Jake!”

“You’re a genius, Gina.”

“You okay, Tina?” Jake was behind the counter, and his coworker was clearly getting ready to leave.

“Oh, yeah, I’m okay. I was just going to make myself a coffee and, uh... leave.” She wasn’t really sure why Jake was talking to her.

“Oh, I could make it for you. I’m already on coffee duty.”

“Really?” Tina smiled absentmindedly. “Um, yeah, thanks. Decaf.”

“I know.” Jake turned to Gina, who was restocking the pastry display, and gave her a ridiculously exaggerated wink. She shot him a look that clearly meant, ‘Calm the fuck down.’

Tina was thankfully distracted on her phone, and Jake made her coffee with no hitches, sending her on her way with a cheerful “Good day!” and getting a confused and slightly snarky look in return, as if she had somehow tricked him into making her a drink.

“Now we wait.”

“Woah, G, don’t sneak up on me like that. But yes. Now we cross our fingers and wait.”

“Jake!” The next morning, Gina burst into the shop waving her phone excitedly. “Jake, it worked! Look!”

She held her phone uncomfortably close to Jake’s face, but he could clearly make out a picture of a group of guys at a dark and sticky bar, all smiling goofy grins and drinking the most boring beer brands. And, smack dab in the middle of the group, Tina, grimacing.

“It worked!” Jake’s eyes lit up.

“I know! That’s what I said. And guess what! She just called me and said she was going to be late and asked if I could cover for her– because she has a massive hangover. She started telling me how you must be too dumb to find the decaf coffee because she had clearly asked for it. It was hilarious.”

Jake grinned. “Well, I can stand being called stupid by Tina, of all people. Especially since I’ll be gone soon.” He seemed to realize what he had just said and drooped slightly.

“We’re in denial, Jake. Denial. Now go back to work.”

The third and final prank was the most preposterous, and arguably the meanest.

A week before Jake was supposed to leave, he and Gina noticed that one of their coworkers, Brian, only had shifts with either one or both of them for the entire week.

“We’re going to pretend we don’t know him. At all. Be confused when he comes in, be baffled when he goes behind the counter. Eventually concede and let him help out, but don’t acknowledge that he’s always worked here.”

“Gina, that’s insane.” Jake was seriously worried about whatever hellscape Gina was going to put their coworkers through when he left.

“Fine. Then we’ll just convince him everyone else was fired and it’s going to be the three of us from now on.”

Jake considered this. “Okay. But if he threatens to quit or anything I’m going to tell him the truth.”

“Gosh, you’re boring. But fine.”

“Hey, Brian. How are you dealing with everything?”

“Hey, Jake! What everything?”

Jake tried to keep hold of his serious expression and kept on cleaning the counter. “You know. It’s going to be so much busier now.”

Brian put his bag down tentatively on a chair and started putting on his apron. “Why?”

Jake stared at him. “You’re joking, right? It’s just us and Gina now.”

“Oh, you mean today!” Brian chuckled and stepped behind the counter to help Jake.

Jake finally stopped wiping. “No, I mean from now on.” He lowered his voice and leaned in conspiratorially. “Didn’t anyone tell you? They let everyone else go. Everyone.” He added in an even quieter voice: “Budget cuts.”

Brian became red, then white. “Are you serious?”

Jake was starting to feel bad, but he kept going for his best friend. “Yup. So, how many shifts can you take? Because you know I’m leaving soon, and they’ll probably bring someone to replace me, but, you know, it’s not the same with a new guy… Aaand you’re on the floor.”

Brian had fainted.

“So, how did it go?” Gina called Jake at the end of his shift.

“It was fun for a minute, but I had to tell him the truth.”

“Boo. I didn’t even get to see it. How long did it last?”

“Actually, when I said a minute, I wasn’t exaggerating. The second I finished explaining the whole story he fainted. Sorry, G, I know it’s my last week and you wanted to do something big… Maybe—”

“Hold up, hold up. He fainted? After one minute?”

“Um, yep.” Jake pulled the phone away from his ear to make sure he hadn’t hung up by accident. “G? Gina? I can’t hear you.”

“That’s because—” wheeze, “I’m dying—” wheeze, “of laughter.”

“Oh.” Jake’s shoulders lost some tension he hadn’t realized was there, and then he started laughing too. “It was so great. I had to pick him up, and then when I explained everything he almost fainted again…”

Jake crossed the street towards the coffee shop, a piece of paper in his hands, looking excited. Gina watched him from behind the counter, polishing mugs in preparation for the shop opening in forty minutes.

Jake was late, as usual. Wait. No. Jake didn’t work there, as of two days ago. He had gotten a job at a police precinct, he shouldn’t be in the shop before opening time. But as he pushed the door open, sending the bell dinging, his enthusiasm was too contagious to reprimand. “Hey, G.”

“Hey, Jake.” Gina gently put the mug down. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” Jake looked around the shop casually, taking his time. “Except that I’m the best best friend ever and I got you a job interview, if you want it.” He then turned to look directly at her, smiling his mischievous grin in all its glory.

“What?!” Gina practically jumped over the counter to hold Jake and jump around excitedly. “What job? No, whatever it is, it’s better than this, with the oven gunk and the disgusting customers and Tina.”

Jake’s grin still hadn’t let up. “So, it turns out, the precinct that hired me is looking for a receptionist, and I recommended you, and they said they would let you interview. You just need to sit at a desk, your own desk, and answer some phone calls and emails, know where the officers are, maybe file some reports.”

Gina stopped jumping and wrapped her arms around Jake. “And we would work together again. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.”

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myonechicagoworld · 4 years ago

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CHICAGO FIRE – ONE MINUTE (S01E04)

[ambo door shuts]

Gabby Dawson: Why didn’t you call Alexa back? I liked her.

Leslie Shay: You know the joke - what does a lesbian bring on a

second date?

A moving van.

Gabby Dawson: You have major commitment issues.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, yeah.

Gabby Dawson: Can you please put this out in front. I’m gonna

take this stuff to the kitchen.

Leslie Shay: All right. I’m not carving this thing.

TV: Some developing local news now…

Peter Mills: Yo, do we have any spices around here besides salt

and pepper?

[tv in background]

Otis Zvonecek: What else do you need besides salt and pepper?

Gabby Dawson: [groans]

Peter Mills: Wow.

Gabby Dawson: This is for the trick-or-treaters. And heads up…

Halloween is Chief Boden’s favourite holiday.

Peter Mills: [chuckles]

Gabby Dawson: Oh, I’m dead serious.

[plastic bag rustling]

Otis Zvonecek: We can see where you’re putting that.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, nobody touches the candy. We ran out last

year.

Christopher Herrmann: I graciously donate my in-laws television,

and I cannot get a piece of candy?

Gabby Dawson: [scoffs]

I keep coriander, cumin and bay leaves in the back

cupboard.

Um, I used up all the saffron last time I cooked.

[alarm beeps, PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Engine 51, Truck 81, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.

Warehouse fire, 6620 Oak Park.

[sirens wailing, horns honking]

[squad door slams shut]

Matt Casey: This is the old Triskin warehouse.

Kelly Severide: Looks like the door’s been pried open. Could be

squatters inside.

Chief Boden: Smoke’s already coming out pretty quick. We don’t

have long on this one.

(into radio) Engine 51, give me a 2 ½ in the front

door, cover the search team. Truck 81, open up

the back, vent the skylights.

Kelly, give me that primary search.

Kelly Severide: Yep.

Matt Casey: Cruz and Otis, raise the aerial and take out the

skylights. Herrmann and Mills, let’s open up the

back and get in there.

Let’s go.

[indistinct chatter]

Kelly Severide: Smoke’s bad. Get the doors down fast.

Matt Casey: Strike.

[door creaking open]

Matt Casey: Done.

Christopher Herrmann: Going left.

Kelly Severide: Mind your step.

Call out.

Christopher Herrmann: Fire department! Anyone in here?

[indistinct chatter]

Chief Boden: That smoke’s turning ugly.

Kelly Severide: Fire department! Anyone in here?

Christopher Herrmann: There’s someone in the back!

Let’s go!

Peter Mills: Hey guys, over here.

Fire department! Anybody here? Call out!

Firefighter: I got you. Come on.

[groaning & coughing]

Kelly Severide: Hang on to me. We’re gonna get you out.

Victim 1: [coughing]

Gabby Dawson: We got him.

Peter Mills: Fire department!

[wood crashing, glass breaking]

Peter Mills: Unh!

Chief Boden: (over radio) All companies, evacuate the building.

Christopher Herrmann: Come on, Mills, let’s go.

Chief Boden: It’s gonna flash.

Matt Casey: Herrmann and Mills still inside?

Chief Boden: Yep.

(over radio) Repeat, evacuate immediately.

(into radio) Come on, now, guys. We gotta get out of

there. Let’s go.

Come on, men.

[coughing]

Christopher Herrmann: Come on, Mills.

Peter Mills: There’s a guy still inside. I saw him.

Chief, give me one more minute to go back in there.

Chief Boden: No, it’s over. No more minutes.

Peter Mills: H-He could be alive. Just give me one more minute. I

know I can get to him. I know.

Chief Boden: You’re not going anywhere. This building’s about to

flash.

Peter Mills: Chief, I could get…

Chief Boden: Enough!

(into radio) All officers, take count of your firefighters.

Nobody goes back in.

All members out of the collapse zone. Everybody,

back up.

Back up.

Matt Casey: Let’s go.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Radio Dispatcher: Company 16 and Truck 22…[continues

indistinctly]

Roger that 25, Ladder 47, Truck 34…[continues

indistinctly]…we’re all clear

[fire explosion]

[glass shattering]

Chief Boden: (into radio) Fire up the water cannons.

[water spraying]

[indistinct chatter]

- Title Screen -

Lee Henry Herrmann: C’mon! Let’s go!

Cindy Herrmann: Boys!

Boys!

[indistinct shouting]

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, give her back the wand. Now!

Hey, hey. Here you go.

Ah.

Lee Henry Herrmann: Man.

Christopher Herrmann: I thought you were gonna be a superhero.

Luke Herrmann: I am. I’m a superboy.

Christopher Herrmann: That’s the whole costume?

That’s pretty half-assed.

Cindy Herrmann: Christopher!

Christopher Herrmann: What? He can’t put on a cape?

Cindy Herrmann: He doesn’t have a…

[kissing sound]

Christopher Herrmann: All right.

I walked in on your dad again…on the can.

Cindy Herrmann: [sighs]

Christopher Herrmann: The man refuses to lock the door.

Cindy Herrmann: And you refuse to knock.

[sighs] This came.

Christopher Herrmann: Aw, crap.

Luke Herrmann: Were you there, daddy?

Christopher Herrmann: Yep, and we kicked that fire’s butt.

Love you, okay?

Cindy Herrmann: Bye.

Christopher Herrmann: Bye.

Luke Herrmann: You can’t leave. I put a force field around the door.

Christopher Herrmann: If you had a cape on, I might believe that.

Come on, I’m late.

Luke Herrmann: No.

Christopher Herrmann: Lukey, hey.

I told you, you don’t have to worry about

me so much.

Luke Herrmann: What if you get hurt again?

Christopher Herrmann: I’ll get better, just like last time. And like

you did, when your bike went over.

Us Herrmanns’, we’re tough bastards.

Luke Herrmann: [whispers] You said bastards.

Christopher Herrmann: [whispers] Don’t tell mom.

[sighs] Okay.

[whispers] Come on. Come on buddy.

Luke Herrmann: [whispers] Okay.

Christopher Herrmann: I love you buddy.

cutscene

Kids: Happy Halloween!

Chief Boden: Happy Halloween.

Guess what? After school, I’m gonna break out a

bottomless bowl of treats.

Gonna come back and get ‘em?

You’ll bring ‘em back?

Kids & Adults: Yeah.

Chief Boden: Go on, then. Get out of here and come back.

Y’all look great.

Kids: Thank you!

cutscene

Peter Mills: Yo Lieutenant, can I ask you something?

Matt Casey: Sure.

Peter Mills: In general, when Chief says, ‘everybody out of a

building now’, how much time do we really have?

A minute? 30 seconds? What?

Matt Casey: Don’t beat yourself up, Mills.

Peter Mills: See, the things is, I was closest to the victim. I-I could

see him, you know? I…

Matt Casey: When Chief says “now”, he means now. Not 30

seconds, not any seconds. Got it?

Peter Mills: Yeah. Yeah, I figured. Thanks.

cutscene

[locker door slams]

Kelly Severide: Ah!

[punches locker]

Jose Vargas: Morning Lieutenant.

Kelly Severide: Morning.

Jose Vargas: You get hurt the other night?

Kelly Severide: Mind not turning the locker room into a chat room?

Jose Vargas: Yeah.

cutscene

Joe Cruz: Just take the damn piece of candy already. She won’t

notice.

Mouch: I’m not climbing onto the counter.

Joe Cruz: Hey, did you guys hear that Casey’s gonna…testify

against Detective Voight’s son?

Otis Zvonecek: Apparently, Dawson’s brother says it’s a risky

move, and…Voight’s a dangerous son of a

bitch.

Mouch: I wouldn’t put my ass on the line like that.

Uh Lieutenant, you need any help with the Detective

Voight situation, you let me know. When I became

union rep, they…sent me a bunch of brochures.

Matt Casey: I’m good, thanks. Just need to testify at the

arraignment, once it’s set.

Christopher Herrmann: You see this crap?

Peter Mills: Why is it crap?

I just mean that that’s what happened, isn’t it? So…

Christopher Herrman: Where is the headline about how we busted

our humps and saved three guys, huh?

Chief Boden: Okay, everybody, listen up.

Today, our very own Jose Vargas transfers from Truck

to Squad.

As of now, he’s officially a member of Rescue Squad

[clapping & cheering]

All: Whoo!

Mouch: Big time Vargas.

Otis Zvonecek: Make sure to bow next time you walk by.

Matt Casey: Best of luck.

Jose Vargas: Thanks, Lieutenant.

Nicki Rutkowski: Hey, Lieutenant Casey, I just saw your car out

front.

Something happened to it.

Matt Casey: What the hell?

Joe Cruz: This is why I can’t stand Halloween, man. The punks,

they go wild.

Matt Casey: My gym bag got lifted.

Christopher Herrmann: Right in front of the station.

Call the cops. File a report.

Matt Casey: Yeah, I should.

[alarm beeping, PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3. House fire, 220 South Kilbourn.

[sirens wailing]

[squad door shuts]

Kelly Severide: [into radio] Fire is out on arrival. Hold on incoming

companies. We’ll do a little overhaul.

You okay, ma’am?

Lady 1: I’m fine.

I must have dropped a cigarette or something. I was

cleaning out the garage. So stupid of me.

Kelly Severide: Well, good job putting it out.

We were here a few weeks ago. Fire in your car,

parked out front.

Lady 1: The car is old.

Kelly Severide: Two fires in two weeks?

Lady 1: Bad luck always comes in streaks.

Man 1: Yo, yo, afternoon officer.

Kelly Severide: I need to check inside, make sure the fire didn’t

get into the adjoining wall.

Lady 1: All right.

[train passing by]

Kelly Severide: No heat. That’s good.

Huh.

Lady 1: Me and my late husband.

Kelly Severide: How long were you married?

Lady 1: 45 years, till he passed.

Kelly Severide: Wow. What’s the secret?

Lady 1: I never asked.

Kelly Severide: [chuckles]

Lady 1: Just counted my blessings every day [chuckles]

[door opens]

Capp: She say what happened?

Kelly Severide: Mm-mm.

[laughing in the background]

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: What the hell happened?

Leslie Shay: It went out.

Mouch & Otis Zvonecek: What?

Chief Boden: It just need a new cord. Nobody panic.

Leslie Shay: Go ahead. Try it.

[remote clicks]

[applause on tv]

Otis Zvonecek: Yes.

Chief Boden: Ah.

Otis Zvonecek: Halloween horror marathon, channel 11.

Mouch: We are back.

Marc Thorne: My brother died because he was homeless and

poor. If he had been a firefighter or a banker in

a fancy apartment, they would have found a

way to save him. It was recorded on cell phone:

[video recording…]

Peter Mills: Chief, give me one more minute to go back in there.

Chief Boden: No, it’s over. No more minutes.

Peter Mills: H-He could be alive. Just give me one more minute. I

know I can get to him. I know.

Chief Boden: Not going anywhere. This building’s about to flash.

Peter Mills: Chief, I can get…

Chief Boden: Enough!

[end of video recording…]

Marc Thorne: Even his own man wanted to go back in and save

my brother’s life, but the Chief on the scene,

Wallace Boden, said no.

TV: So the investigation continues…

[remote clicks]

Peter Mills: [sighs]

cutscene

Nicki Rutkowski: Hey, there’s another request for an interview

about the fire from some blogger.

Chief Boden: The answer’s the same. No comment.

Nicki Rutkowski: Got it. And Peter Mills wanted to see you.

Chief Boden: Send him in.

Peter Mills: Thanks.

Nicki Rutkowski: Yeah.

Chief Boden: Hey, Mills, what’s up?

Peter Mills: Um, when I asked to go back in, I apologise if that was

out of line.

Chief Boden: Not another word. That is exactly the attitude I want

from all my men.

Forget the news report.

Peter Mills: Yes, sir. Thank you.

[door closes]

Chief Boden: You’re welcome.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: Hey, we got our first trick-or-treater.

Hallie Thomas: Hey guys. Happy Halloween.

Leslie Shay: Happy Halloween, lady.

Gabby Dawson: Sweet shoes.

Hallie Thomas: Thanks. Uh, are you a runner too?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, I just did my first 10k a couple months ago.

Hallie Thomas: Oh, wow, that’s-that’s my race too. I’ve been

training for the next one. I’m trying to get in

under 48 minutes.

Gabby Dawson: That sounds like a good goal.

Hallie Thomas: How’d you do?

Gabby Dawson: 45:20.

Hallie Thomas: Wow, that’s…great [chuckles]

Gabby Dawson: [chuckles]

Leslie Shay: Casey’s in his quarters, I think.

Hallie Thomas: Awesome, thank you. I’ll see you guys.

Gabby Dawson: Yep.

Leslie Shay: Bye.

45:20?

Gabby Dawson: It was somewhere around there.

cutscene

[door opens]

Matt Casey: Everything okay?

[door closes]

Hallie Thomas: Of course. Why do you look worried?

Matt Casey: [exhales] I-I’m not worried. Just…surprised.

Hallie Thomas: Well, I was thinking about our new plan to start

fresh, and I realised…

Matt Casey: What?

Hallie Thomas: That there is something that we talked about doing

and never did.

Matt Casey: Yeah?

[blinds rolling down]

[lock click]

cutscene

[knocks on door]

Nicki Rutkowski: Chief, this is Sondra Sherman.

Sondra Sherman: I’m an attorney with the city’s office.

Chief Boden: How can we help you today?

Sondra Sherman: I need to ask you some questions about the

Triskin warehouse fire.

Chief Boden: Why?

Sondra Sherman: The city’s been contacted by…an attorney for

Marc Thorne, the victim’s brother. There are

some concerns about the way the fire was

handled.

Chief Boden: My sympathies go out to Mr Thorne, but if I hadn’t

handled the fire the way I did, not only would his

brother be dead, but so would my men.

Sondra Sherman: Mmhmm. And how long was it after you called

your men out that the structure exploded?

Chief Boden: I don’t know…exactly.

Sondra Sherman: Huh.

Chief Boden: About a minute.

Sondra Sherman: And did one of your men tell you there was

someone still inside?

Chief Boden: Yes, he did, and he wanted to go back in and get

him. I said no. Seconds later, there was a

flashover.

Sondra Sherman: I wouldn’t ask you these questions unless I had

to, Chief. We don’t think you did anything

wrong, but an M.E.’s report will be released

soon, and if it says his brother was alive up

until the explosion, Thorne will come after

you, the department, and the city of

Chicago.

The city completely supports you. You shouldn’t

feel bad.

Chief Boden: I don’t.

If we’re done here, I have some work to do.

Sondra Sherman: [chuckles lightly]

[door open and closes]

cutscene

Kelly Severide: Wait here, guys.

[squad door shuts]

Kelly Severide: Hey, Bobby. Thanks for coming.

Bobby: Hi. How you doin’?

Kelly Severide: Good.

Bobby: So what’s the deal here?

Kelly Severide: You tell me.

[knocks on door]

Kelly Severide: Mrs Grady, how are you, ma’am?

Lady 1 (Mrs Grady): I’m fine.

Kelly Severide: We just had a-a few questions about those fires

that you had.

Lady 1 (Mrs Grady): They were accidents. I don’t know any more

than I’ve already told you.

Kelly Severide: Okay, we just wanted to make sure that there are

no more…incidents.

Lady 1 (Mrs Grady): Sorry.

[door shuts]

Kelly Severide: Someone set fire to her car two weeks ago. This

morning, her garage burns, she says…

Bobby: So she said they were just accidents.

Kelly Severide: They weren’t.

Bobby: But why do you think somebody would come after her? I

mean, she lives alone. She keeps to herself.

Kelly Severide: Pick a reason.

cutscene

Sondra Sherman: I have a suggestion.

If you do a sit-down with Marc Thorne, that

could help minimise the damage.

Chief Boden: A sit-down?

Sondra Sherman: Yeah. A “Beer in the rose garden” kind of thing.

You, Thorne, attorneys for both sides.

Chief Boden: Whose idea was this?

Sondra Sherman: Sit-down was his. Beer was mine.

Sometimes a simple conversation can avert a

major lawsuit. Maybe all he wants is an

apology.

Chief Boden: I doubt that.

Sondra Sherman: Chief, I don’t think you understand. If we can’t

make this go away before the M.E.’s report

comes back, your job and your livelihood are

at risk.

Chief Boden: I am not going to apologise. I did nothing wrong,

neither did any of my men.

Sondra Sherman: Look, the city completely supports you.

Chief Boden: You keep saying that, and in the same breath, you

tell me my job’s on the line.

Sondra Sherman: We…

Chief Boden: [chuckles] I really do have work to do. I’m gonna go

do it.

cutscene

Nicki Rutkowski: I have a favour to ask you.

Can I borrow your house key?

I just want to set a little something up for Kelly in

his room. Champagne, candles. I think my dad

showing up at your apartment maybe pushed

him away.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, I don’t think it’s your dad showing up so much

that’s the problem as much as him announcing that

you’re engaged.

Nicki Rutkowski: I wasn’t hiding that.

Leslie Shay: Where’s your ring?

Nicki Rutkowski: It’s being resized right now.

So, can I have the key or not?

Leslie Shay: [chuckles] Not. At all.

[alarm beeping, PA buzzing]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61. Hand laceration, 310 East Pearson.

[background chatter]

[indistinct chatter over radio]

Leslie Shay: Oof! You got a nice bleed going there.

Yikes. What happened?

Victim 2 (Chef): I was, uh, chopping, and suddenly there were…

screams, so I took my eyes off the onion. Next

thing I know, my hand’s gushing blood.

Gabby Dawson: Screams?

Victim 2 (Chef): A reaction to a two-tier baby carriage and…

matching car seat.

Leslie Shay: Wiggle your fingers for me.

Victim 2 (Chef): [exhales]

Leslie Shay: Ah, it’s not bad but, yeah, you’re gonna need stitches.

Lady 2: The mom-to-be had a dizzy spell when she saw the blood.

Can one of you guys take a look at her.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, yeah, sure.

You’re not gonna believe this.

Leslie Shay: What?

Hey, Clare.

Clarice: Oh, my God.

Um…honey, this is…Leslie Shay, my old girlfriend.

Leslie Shay: Hi.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: There are two patients. We’ll take this one with the

hand lac, so you can grab the other lady if you

don’t mind…

Leslie Shay: Actually, I just put Clarice in the back of our rig, so…

Gabby Dawson: And I said we would take him, so…

Victim 2 (Chef): It doesn’t matter to me.

Leslie Shay: Here you go.

[ambo door shuts]

Leslie Shay: Alright, I’m just gonna check your vitals and then

have a listen and make sure everything’s okay

with the baby.

Clarice: Okay. I just haven’t felt a kick in a while and then the dizzy

spell came on so suddenly.

Daniel Schwartz: I’m sure everything is fine, sweetie.

[blood pressure cuff pumping]

Leslie Shay: Blood pressure’s good.

All right, I’m just gonna lift your shirt off your belly

and have a listen.

Heart rate’s 140. It’s perfect.

Clarice: [exhales] Thank you.

Thank you, Les.

Daniel Schwartz: See? That baby’s already got a flair for the

dramatic. The teen years are gonna be…fun.

Clarice: [chuckles]

You know what I still have of yours? Those old blues

records that your mom gave you.

Leslie Shay: Oh, yeah. Forgot about those.

Clarice: Yeah.

I mean, you know, I-I can get ‘em back to you at any time.

Why don’t you, um, just give me a call and we can figure it

out.

cutscene

[laughing]

Capp: Who was that?

Kelly Severide: That’s Mills’ sister, Elise.

Hadley: Wow. When is the next family picnic?

Kelly Severide: Hey, let me give you a hand with those.

Elise Mills: I’m good, thanks.

Kelly Severide: You sure?

If this food ends up on the floor instead of the

table, it could cause a riot.

Elise Mills: [giggles] You’re Severide, right?

Kelly Severide: Kelly.

Elise Mills: Peter called, said he was supposed to make lunch and

he got busy.

He didn’t sound so great. Is everything okay around

here?

Kelly Severide: It’s just another day on the job. Your brother’s a

good kid.

Elise Mills: Yeah, he is.

I gotta get back to the restaurant. Thanks for the help.

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: Give me the ball, give me the ball.

Truck 81 men: Ohh!

Oh!

Ohhh! [laughing]

Marc Thorne: My name is Marc Thorne. I’m here to talk to Chief

Wallace Boden. Is he here?

Chief Boden: I’m very sorry for your loss, Mr Thorne.

Marc Thorne: Chief Boden! You knew my brother was in that

warehouse.

Christopher Herrmann: Did you?

The guy was homeless, keeping warm in a

warehouse. You’re his brother. Where have

you been?

Peter Mills: Herrmann, come on.

Chrisopher Herrmann: No, sorry, I’m not gonna be quiet.

‘Cause a few weeks ago, I almost bought

the farm, trying to save a stranger. It’s

what we do, every day.

It’s what we tried to do for your brother.

Chief Boden made the call he had to

make.

Just be glad you never have to do that.

cutscene

Christopher Hermann: What is this?

Leslie Shay: We heard you represented, Herrmann.

Gabby Dawson: So, I’m gonna throw out a name…Clarice

Carthage.

All: Oh ho ho…

Christopher Herrmann: Ow.

Peter Mills: Wait, who?

Joe Cruz: The bitchy ex-girlfriend.

Leslie Shay: She wasn’t a bitch, per se.

Matt Casey: She…was a little full of herself.

Gabby Dawson: Well, she’s now got a news status update. She is

now Clarice Schwartz, married to a dude, and

seven months pregnant.

Otis Zvonecek: Oh!

[laughing]

Otis Zvonecek: Did I not call that?

Joe Cruz: [laughing manically]

Otis Zvonecek: Did I not say she had one foot in, one foot out?

Leslie Shay: You did not say that.

Otis Zvonecek: Well, not to you, maybe, but did I not call that?

Christopher Herrmann: He called that [laughing]

[laughter]

Leslie Shay: [sighs] Yep.

cutscene

Man 2: Look, he’s got candy. He’s got a bunch of candy.

Chief Boden: Oh, look at you. That costume is terrifying. You’re

about to scare the neighbours to death.

Want some treats? Give me that. Whomp.

Man 2: I saw your picture online. I read about what happened. Keep

your chin up. You did the right thing.

Chief Boden: Appreciate that.

Halloween is about the kids.

Thank you for coming.

Man 2: Come on, guys, let’s go.

Next.

Get some more candy? Should we get some more? Let’s

go.

cutscene

[tv in the background, howling noises]

[alarm beeping, PA buzzing]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Ambulance 61. Man down, 3500…[indistinct

announcement]

Joe Cruz: Oh! Vargas wants back on truck already, huh?

Jose Vargas: Yeah, yeah.

[siren wailing in the background]

cutscene

[siren wailing, horn honking]

[music thumping, crowd noise]

[truck door shuts]

Matt Casey: Coming through.

Excuse me. Everybody, make way. Coming through.

Anybody seen an injured person?

Gabby Dawson: Is that our guy?

Okay, nevermind.

Leslie Shay: Halloween sucks.

Matt Casey: Looking for an injured person.

Lady 3 (Sexy Nurse): Thank God. He’s over here.

Joe Cruz: Excuse me can we get some room, please? Excuse me

can we get some room?

Matt Casey: (into radio) Okay, got a location on the victim, Witches’

brew.

Gabby Dawson: (into radio) Copy that. Right behind you.

Leslie Shay: Excuse us.

Gabby Dawson: Watch out, guys.

Matt Casey: Hold his head steady.

Firefighter: Guys, come on.

Victim 3: [grunting]

Peter Mills: I got it.

Gabby Dawson: Hold his head.

Peter Mills: Yeah.

Leslie Shay: Did he take any drugs?

Lady 3 (Sexy Nurse): No, j-just a couple of beers. Then all of a

sudden his eyes rolled back in his head

and he…he dropped and just started

jerking around.

Leslie Shay: Does he have a history of seizures?

Lady 3 (Sexy Nurse): I don’t think so. This is only our second date.

Gabby Dawson: Alright, ready.

Turn him over.

Man 3 (Fake fireman): Hey, let me help out, fellas.

Matt Casey: Stay back, sir.

Man 3 (Fake fireman): Yeah, how about giving me a c-4 tube and

a Lidocaine drip?

[laughter]

Christopher Herrmann: Let ‘em do their job.

Peter Mills: All right, come on. Move it out.

Gabby Dawson: Watch out. Come on. Make fast.

Man 3 (Fake fireman): Don’t tell ‘em you’re homeless. They won’t

help ya.

Matt Casey: Hey! Hey!

Go. Go.

You got your head screwed on straight?

Christopher Herrmann: These people mouthing off at us.

Matt Casey: You rise above it.

Christopher Herrmann: It won’t happen again.

Matt Casey: Let’s get the hell out of here.

[train in background]

cutscene

Sondra Sherman: Chief, wanted to let you know the M.E.’s report

came in.

Jonathan Thorne died from injuries sustained

during the explosion. The department is putting

together a committee now.

Chief Boden: This doesn’t change anything.

[dramatic music]

[door shuts, lock clicks]

cutscene

Nicki Rutkowski: Lieutenant Casey, there’s someone out front for

you.

Matt Casey: Detective Voight.

Hank Voight: Got some good news for you, Casey.

Matt Casey: Yeah? What’s that?

Hank Voight: Well, I heard about what happened to your car.

I don’t normally handle this kind of thing, but…to

be honest, I felt like I owed you an apology after

my behaviour the other day. I was out of line.

So I put my guys on it, and we caught the little

scumbag.

Matt Casey: And how’d you know it was him?

Hank Voight: Come here.

This yours?

There you go. He had it on him.

And make sure nothing’s missing, will you?

Matt Casey: [scoffs] This isn’t mine.

Hank Voight: Well, the kid must have stashed it in there.

You know, there’s a simple, honest solution to all our

problems. One that keeps my son out of jail and lets

you and I get on with our lives. All you gotta do is

change that report.

Matt Casey: I’m not gonna do that.

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: [groans] Last year [grunts] we went through four of

these. This year we barely finished one.

Matt Casey: Not the best day.

Gabby Dawson: What is it?

Matt Casey: [sighs] Detective Voight showed up here…tried to

bribe me with a wad of cash.

Gabby Dawson: What? Wha…we’ve gotta call my brother and tell

him.

Matt Casey: I’m just gonna…testify and let the courts handle it.

Gabby Dawson: [sighs] Well, what does Hallie say?

Matt Casey: I didn’t tell her.

Gabby Dawson: Why not?

Matt Casey: I don’t know. I don’t wanna worry her, I guess.

Gabby Dawson: You should tell her.

Matt Casey: Yeah. Yeah, I probably should.

I’ll see you later.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, later.

[sighs]

cutscene

[jazzy music]

[liquor pouring]

Leslie Shay: [slurring] I mean, you should have seen Clarice’s

apartment. It was…like a museum; all this fancy

breakable crap everywhere.

The place she and I used to live, there was peeling

paint, dripping faucets…but it’s great. You wanted

to hang out there all day long, you know?

Will you pass me a lime?

Kelly Severide: Yeah.

Leslie Shay: They had a floor-to-ceiling wine rack. I mean…she

used to hate wine [slurping]

She drank beer. I loved that about her. I guess she

drinks wine now.

[liquor pouring]

Kelly Severide: How long did you two…

Leslie Shay: Three years.

Kelly Severide: Mm.

Leslie Shay: Yeah I mean, it wasn’t like, you know…a casual thing.

It was…uh…we were serious. Or at least I thought we

were. Turns out I may have overestimated her

lesbianism

Kelly Severide: [chuckles lightly]

[rapping on door]

Leslie Shay: Really?

Kelly Severide: No offense…I’m not taking advice from you right

now.

[coughs]

Leslie Shay: This is a new low.

Nicki Rutkowski: Wanna help with this?

What?

Kelly Severide: I was engaged once too…

[door closes]

cutscene

[door shuts]

Sondra Sherman: Just wanted to pass along some positive news.

The…Thorne situation has been resolved.

Chief Boden: Resolved how?

Sondra Sherman: Marc Thorne has dropped all plans to sue the

city.

Chief Boden: You gave him a payout.

Sondra Sherman: [scoffs] There’s a settlement in the works, yes.

Chief Boden: You yourself said we did nothing wrong.

Sondra Sherman: You know, you should be happy about this.

Thorne was willing to settle quickly and for

a reasonable amount. There’s no further risk

of impact on you, and you continue to have

the city’s full support.

Chief Boden: Appreciate that.

Sondra Sherman: Take care, Chief.

Chief Boden: Yeah.

cutscene

Hadley: How many?

Kelly Severide: Three.

[alarm blaring, PA buzzing]

(Over PA): House fire, 220 South Kilbourn. Engine 51…

Jose Vargas: 220 South Kilbourn.

(Over PA): Truck 81, Squad 3…

Kelly Severide: Damn it!

(Over PA): Ambulance 61.

Chief Boden: Truck and Engine are near the scene. They’ll meet

you there.

Kelly Severide: What happened?

Joe Cruz: Molotov cocktail through the front window. Fire’s under

control.

Kelly Severide: The woman who lives here, Mrs Grady?

Joe Cruz: With Dawson.

Gabby Dawson: Just breathe in, nice and easy. We’re gonna get

that smoke out of your lungs, okay?

Kelly Severide: Is she okay?

Leslie Shay: Yeah, smoke inhalation. Oxygen will clear her up.

Kelly Severide: Hey, can you give me a second?

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Lady 1 (Mrs Grady): [whimpering]

Kelly Severide: We could have lost you.

Lady 1 (Mrs Grady): [whimpering]

Kelly Severide: I won’t go to the police, okay? I promise you that.

But you gotta talk to me.

Lady 1 (Mrs Grady): [whimpering]

Kelly Severide: Okay?

cutscene

[rap music]

[baby crying]

[banging on door]

[lock clicks, door opens]

Man 4: Who the hell are you?

Hey, what you doin’?

Kelly Severide: Shut up. Sit down.

[door closes]

Kelly Severide: Mrs Grady. On Kilbourn.

Man 5: [scoffs] We don’t even know who that is.

Kelly Severide: She’s the one who called the cops about the drug

dealers on her block. She’s also my aunt.

Listen to me.

I hear about one more ember going anywhere near

Mrs Grady or her property again, I’ll come back

here, break your kneecaps, and drag you down to

the police station. You don’t have drugs on you,

I’ll plant them on you.

Man 4: You can’t do that.

Kelly Severide: The hell I can’t? It’s a firefighter’s word against a

couple bangers. Who they gonna believe?

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: Extra, extra.

Firefighters are off the front page. Back in

the black smoke we go until another

tragedy.

Matt Casey: Another day, another story.

Christopher Herrmann: I wonder how much that Thorne is getting

from the city.

Mouch: Why work for a living when you can sue someone instead?

Kelly Severide: Morning, Chief.

Chief Boden: Our assistant Nicki has quit.

According to her father, she has broken off her

engagement, left for Europe for a while, so will

y’all just let me know if you hear of anybody

available for the position?

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Leslie Elizabeth Shay.

Leslie Shay: What?

It’s…it’s not a big deal.

Gabby Dawson: No, it is. And…I’m sorry but I’m not gonna pretend

like I don’t remember peeling you off the floor

after that woman broke your heart.

She is married now. Taken. Unattainable.

Leslie Shay: I know.

I just wanted my records back.

Gabby Dawson: I’ll buy you a new set. I promise.

cutscene

Peter Mills: You wanted to see me, Chief?

Chief Boden: Yeah, Mills, come on in.

[door closes]

Chief Boden: I know you’ve been…struggling ever since the

warehouse fire.

Peter Mills: I was close enough to see him. If I’d had one minute, I

might have…

Chief Boden: Let me tell you about one minute.

I’ve been there.

Most of us have.

In my case, I was sure.

Surer than you are right now, even. That if I’d had that

one minute, I’d have been able to go in there, rescue

those people.

My best buddy and I, we went running back in.

The fire was trapped in the ceiling.

Couldn’t see it, so we didn’t know. We didn’t have

one minute. We lost the victims. I lost my friend. I got

a scar on my back that reminds me every single day

about the price of playing ‘beat the clock.’ And it’s

my job to make sure that you never get any kind of

reminder. You understand me?

Peter Mills: Yes, sir.

Chief Boden: You got it in you. You will make one hell of a

firefighter. Just like your dad was.

Go on.

[door closes]

cutscene

[radio chatter]

[somber music]

Radio: We’ll be opening up the phone lines shortly to take your

calls to talk about the Bears game on Sunday…

[continues indistinctly]

Peter Mills: Hey, Karen.

Karen: Hi Peter.

Peter Mills: How you doing?

Karen: Good.

cutscene

[background chatter]

Kelly Severide: So where should we go? Restaurant? Bar?

Strip club?

Leslie Shay: Yeah, okay.

Kelly Severide: Hey, you all right?

Leslie Shay: Yeah.

I just always thought she was the one [sniffles]

Kelly Severide: C’mere.

Strip club it is.

Leslie Shay: [chuckles]

cutscene

[phone ringing]

Joe Cruz: Fifty-One.

Oh hey, Hallie.

You alright?

Hold on.

Matt Casey: Hey.

[tires squealing & skidding]

Hallie Thomas: Matt, what is going on?

Matt Casey: [sighs]

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Definitions:

Arraignment = Court proceeding at which a criminal defendant is formally advised of the charges against him and is asked to enter a plea to the charges.

Flashover = Near-simultaneous ignition of most of the directly combustible material in an enclosed area. It involves a significant increase in fire growth and development.

M.E.’s report = Medical Examiner report.

C-4 tube = Bike tube

Lidocaine drip = Local anaesthetic

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Catch Me If You Can (5/?)

298 days. That’s how long Killian Jones was away from a baseball field. It’s less than a year, only part of a season for him, but it might as well have lasted a decade as he alternated between physical therapy and spending an excessive amount of time sitting on his couch.

But then he came back and won the World Series.

It’s something no one saw coming, and it’s certainly not something anyone who knows about his arm would predict. Now it’s a new season with new possibilities, and anything could happen. On-field reporter Emma Swan will be there to cover it all even if she is not his biggest fan right now.

Asking her out live on-air will do that.

Rating: Mature

A/N: It’s been a day, my friends, and when it’s been a day I like to give you guys chapters earlier than I expected. But also because I’m sitting on chapters and want to get to the good stuff! Our favorite duo really start to interact from now on, so the slow burn you guys are feeling is speeding up!!!

As always, thanks to @resident-of-storybrooke❤️

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“How hot is it in Texas right now?”

“Hotter than here, but not all that bad. Seventies, I think.”

“Well, that’s probably because that weird heat wave is over, and it’s back to being fifty degrees outside.”

“True,” Ruby sighs, pulling a dress out of Emma’s closet. “You should wear this dress. It makes your ass look fantastic.”

“No one sees my ass.” She walks over to Ruby and grabs the red dress anyways, folding it up since she knows that it won’t wrinkle. She pulls up the weather app on her phone, scrolling through the thirty cities she has saved, and finds the week’s forecast for Houston, seeing that the high is indeed mostly going to be mid-seventies. That’s good. That’s far better than it is when they have to travel during the summer. “Should I bring heels or embrace flats for the week?”

“Bring your nude pair.” Ruby chunks them at the bed, about two feet away from taking Emma’s eye out. “Oh, and the turquoise if you’re going to wear that green pencil skirt.”

“You just want to borrow them if we go out, don’t you?”

Ruby pulls her turquoise pumps out of her closet, which really needs to be organized but that’s a story for another time, and tosses them on the bed before she grabs several more shirts and pants for Emma. “You know me so well, even if we mostly go out in Texas simply to eat their food.”

“Ugh,” she groans just thinking about it. “If we’re going to do that, I need to bring looser clothing. I don’t want everyone to think I’m pregnant when it’s just a food baby.”

“I bet you everyone would think it’s Jones’s baby.”

Her eyes cut over to Ruby as she picks up her turquoise heels and places them on her striped chair. How can someone be both the worst and the best friend? “For that, I’m not bringing these heels.”

“You’re evil.”

“You shouldn’t be mean to me if you want to borrow my shoes.”

“Being mean is kind of in her wheelhouse,” Graham adds in as he pokes his head through her bedroom door, eyes glancing over the mess that’s currently happening. He’s totally judging. “Do you two realize that your flight is at six in the morning, and you’re up at two in the morning packing?”

“Do you realize that it’s two in the morning, and you have to take us to the airport at four?” Graham rolls his eyes before Ruby walks toward him and presses up on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck and slide her lips over his. “Thank you for doing that, by the way.”

He presses down to kiss her once more. “You’re going to be gone for three days. I’m going to miss you.”

“Cheesy,” Emma grumbles, tossing a rolled-up sock at the back of Ruby’s head. They’ve really got to stop throwing clothes. She’s never going to be able to find anything. “Can’t you two go make out in your room or something?”

“I kind of like that idea.”

“Me too. Ems, pack the damn turquoise shoes and some spanx so that you can eat and people won’t think you’re having Jones’s baby.”

“Wait, what?” Graham mutters. “You’re having Jones’s baby?”

“No one is having anyone’s baby, and it better stay that way. Use protection.”

“Pack the shoes.”

“I still don’t understand what’s going on.”

“You’re not supposed to, babe,” Ruby laughs, backing Graham out of the room and pulling Emma’s door shut behind her.

Those two are ridiculous, and if she didn’t love them so much, living with them would be nearly impossible. Seriously.

Emma gets an hour of sleep after she finishes packing (thanks late night games and early morning flights), and she’s basically a zombie as she and Ruby load into the back of Graham’s squad car as he drives them to JFK. She knows that it takes awhile to get there, but she’s pretty sure that she slept the whole time because before she even realizes it, she and Ruby are checking into their flight at the kiosk and going through security. It’s the emptiest she’s ever seen the place, and she would know. She spends far too much time in airports for her job.

When the team travels, she travels. Most of the time. Some trips she doesn’t work, and it’s glorious.

It used to not be that way. She’d only travel for the games that were actually shown on ESPN or sometimes Fox, but now that ESPN has an entire online streaming service, she’s traveling nine games out of ten and working all home games. It’s exhausting, to a point, but she has a hell of a lot of travel miles and rewards programs that she gets to keep even though the network pays for her flights and hotels. Sometimes that means she gets six am flights when she doesn’t have to be in Houston until seven in the evening, but it’s not always that bad.

And one day she’s going to use those points to travel to Italy or something.

Pasta would be really good right now.

So would coffee, but if she has coffee, she won’t sleep on the plane. And sleeping on the plane is kind of important if she wants to not look like a zombie tonight. Her face may look like a zombie, but at least her ass will look great.

She doesn’t want anyone to comment on the state of her ass. She’s the only one allowed to do that.

Okay, she’s lost her mind.

-/-

The Yankees win their sixth game of the season that night.

She eats the best barbecue sandwich she’s ever had, and a clip of her eating ends up on Sports Center.

Sometimes she wonders if people actually watch baseball for the game or if they simply watch because there’s always something weird going on in the crowd.

The sandwich was worth it.

-/-

Emma’s feet hit against the treadmill as Queen blares in her headphones and a tennis match in Monte Carlo plays on the television in front of her, Rafael Nadal sliding back and forth on the clay as he absolutely dominates his opponent. If every athlete was as good as Rafa is on clay, they’d all be dominant, but that’s likely a story for another day.

She’s got twenty-three minutes left on her run, especially since she’s going at a slow pace with a slight incline, but she can already feel the incline starting to kill her, her calves burning the slightest bit with each step that she takes. Her face is red, her hairline slicked back with sweat, and she can already tell that getting her sports bra off is going to be an impossible task. She gets that it’s for the support and all, but there should really be an easier way for her to free her boobs from their confines.

Free the boob.

Unless she’s running or walking down stairs or doing anything more than some light walking.

Her phone buzzes on the machine, and the man on the treadmill looks over at her like he’s annoyed by the fact that her phone made some kind of noise. It’s not her fault that he didn’t bring any headphones, and really, if he’s so bothered by her, he can move two treadmills down. This hotel gym is plenty big enough.

Ruth: I saw you eating a sandwich on TV last night! That’s too funny!

Ruth: I hope you’re having fun!

Ruth: I miss you, sweetie!!!

For Ruth to be sixty-five, she has a fantastic grip on technology. She knows that it’s because she and David have taught her how to text and find clips of their segments and articles online, but still. She knows how to use emojis and gifs and even has an Instagram, which is only slightly terrifying most of the time. But she knows it’s simply to keep up with she and David’s lives since they don’t always tell her everything.

Okay, that’s mostly her.

But David has a much better relationship with Ruth, which makes sense considering she’s his mother. She’s Emma’s…quasi mother. She’s never been too sure how to go about it. Calling David her brother is much easier than calling Ruth her mom, and she knows it’s because the word mom has more heavy meaning behind it.

Emma: It was a good sandwich! Only a little time for fun since I’m here for work. I miss you too!

Ruth: There’s always time for fun!

Ruth: David and MM are driving up to visit me next weekend for the holidays. Are you coming too?

Emma: I don’t get vacation days like David does, so I’ll be in LA. I wish I could.

Her music stops between songs, and she hears the roar of the crowd on the television, seeing that the match just ended, and her treadmill starts to slow down, the time ticking down past five minutes so that it’s time for her to cool down with a slow walk while she keeps texting Ruth about the fact that she’s working over Easter weekend. She pretty much doesn’t have days off, except for days the team has off, until the season is over in October. Or early November. It depends. And then she’s back working in the office writing articles and doing prep work and occasionally having to suffer through covering basketball.

Bills must be paid, but at what cost to her having to listen to sneakers squeaking?

Ruth never seems to understand that because she thinks that she and David have the same job even though David has never once been on camera. He’s behind the scenes all the way.

When her treadmill time officially runs out, she steps off and gathers her things before finding a towel to wipe down the handles from where she touched them. Angry man is still eyeing her as she cleans up, and she seriously hopes that he is not going to be there tomorrow.

If he is, maybe he’ll be happier.

She doubts it.

He seems to just be one of those people who is particularly unpleasant all the time.

Sweat sticks to her skin as she walks through the hotel hallways, casually airing out her tank top and wiping sweat back into her hair to get it off of her face, and she very nearly walks up the stairs to go back to she and Ruby’s room when she sees people milling around the dining room with breakfast on their plates.

Breakfast would be good.

Mostly water. And coffee. She’s not entirely sure if she’s recovered from her lack of sleep yesterday, which made her question her sanity when her alarm went off for the gym this morning, but she knew if she didn’t work out then, she wouldn’t work out at all. And she needs that push of adrenaline and endorphins.

Grabbing a plate from the buffet line, she walks through and fills her plate with fruit and scrambled eggs, even if she knows they’re from a bag and not a shell, and a half of a waffle from the waffle maker. She always loves when they have those at hotels. Good continental breakfasts are her jam…especially if they have jam.

“Got enough toppings there?”

Emma nearly drops her plate when she hears his voice, and when she twists her head to the side, she sees Killian Jones standing next to her, his own plate full of food in his hand. Seriously. Why is she always running into him when she’s eating?

And sweaty.

“Not enough if you ask me.”

He adjusts his hat, a Vanderbilt one that is very obviously a decade old. “I was asking you.”

“I like toppings,” she sighs, putting some more fruit onto her waffle before grabbing the whipped cream can and spraying some of it onto her food. Her workout is yelling at her for this. “What’s the point of a waffle if you’re not going to load it down with toppings?”

“I’m more of a pancake man myself.” He reaches into the buffet and grabs a yogurt, which is definitely not a waffle or pancake. “But considering I’m playing tonight, I’m supposed to be watching what I eat.”

“You have an entire plate of eggs.”

“Protein, Swan, protein. You would know all about that with all that barbecue you ate last night.”

Just let her sink into a hole right now and never come back up. The internet is ruining her life.

“Weren’t you supposed to be tracking Roseman’s pitches last night or something?”

She turns on her heel and walks away from the buffet to a table, knowing that Killian is walking behind her. They have the weirdest relationship. It doesn’t even feel right to call it that, but they’re somewhere between a working relationship and reluctant friends, and the fact that he’s placing his plate down on the table across from hers makes her lean more toward reluctant friends who see each other occasionally enough to have a bit of a rapport.

Her life gets weirder every day.

Killian Jones has one brave set of balls.

Baseball, testicles, whatever. Both work. At least, she thinks.

“You can eat right after you work out?” he questions, twisting the knob on one coffee machine while she does it with the other, the promise of caffeine already invigorating her.

“How do you know I was working out?”

He raises a brow before his eyes look over her, lingering a second too long at her breasts, before a slow smile creeps from one side of his lips to another that has her stomach twisting inside. “Well, it’s not because of your outfit. People dress more like they’re working out when they’re not every day, but the sweat still soaked into your clothes and in your hair are kind of a dead giveaway. Your face is flushed as well.”

“Observant.”

“I try, but it’s easy when you’re an open book.”

Totally not acknowledging that one.

She twists the knob on the machine and reaches over for the hazelnut creamer while Killian simply puts the top on his. He drinks black coffee? That’s disgusting. “Black coffee? Do you not have taste buds?”

He shrugs. “I don’t like to drink my calories. You want a water?”

She nods her head, and he grabs two bottles before following her to sit back down at her booth like it’s totally normal for them to be sharing a meal together. They’ve done it before, but that’s because she was working with him. It was not because they’re staying at the same hotel and happened to run into each other at the buffet.

Weird.

But she’s not about to be bitchy and ask him to leave when she has no reason to other than her own reluctance to talk to people before noon.

They sit in semi-awkward silence as they work through their plates. She definitely overloaded her waffle, but she would never admit that after earlier. That would be admitting defeat, and she doesn’t take too kindly to admitting defeat. Killian eats at lightning speed, scarfing down eggs and sausage, his yogurt untouched, and she wonders what it must be like to be a professional athlete and eat more than the average human being, even if it’s not all good food like pizza and onion rings and loaded down waffles filled with chocolate chips.

Her phone buzzes on the table, and she leans over to read the text from Ruth still trying to convince her to come home for the weekend when she’s already explained that she cannot.

“Boyfriend?”

“Huh?” she hums, texting a message before looking up and seeing Killian staring down at her, his eyes shaded under his cap. She’s so distracted by the fact that he asked her if she was talking to her boyfriend that she doesn’t pay attention to her answer. “Oh, no boyfriend. It’s my…um, quasi mom.”

“Quasi mom?”

Shit. She should have just said Mom. Maybe she’s a little flustered by all of this.

“She was my foster mom,” Emma explains, stuffing some eggs into her own mouth to give her some more time to talk, “when I was a teenager, but we’re still in touch because her son, David, is kind of like this big brother to me. I work with him and am close to his wife and kid and all.”

That was word vomit that she should not have shared. That is not information that she should just give out, and yet here she is. Obviously, all of the blood hasn’t returned to her brain since her run. Hopefully it’ll all come back soon so she can stop looking like an idiot with a messed up past who shares too much at a breakfast.

“David Nolan, right?”

“Y-yeah. How do you know that?”

He shrugs his right shoulder before taking another forkful of eggs, chewing and smiling in a way that reminds her of that scene in Thor where Chris Hemsworth is in the diner and throws the mug down asking for another one. Why the hell did they dye his eyebrows and his beard in that movie? That was a mistake.

“Ariel, my manager, is super hands on with me. She’s talkative, like extremely, and she shares all kinds of information that I never need to know. So, I’ve heard a bunch of random shit that I literally never need to know about. David sends her a hell of a lot of emails that I get forwarded.”

“So, do you just know my entire life story then?”

“If you’re entire life story involves you liking pretzels and waffles, and being asked out by a jackass on live television, then yeah.”

She barks out a laugh, her lips curving upward, and reaches down to take a sip of her coffee. “I mean, that’s it. There’s nothing else to know about me.”

“You sure about that?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

The smile on his lips fall into a straight line, his gaze intense, and he lifts the bill of his hat up before adjusting it back down. “Perhaps I would.”

“So, nosy,” she starts, still a little annoyed that he asked if she had a boyfriend and most definitely trying to lighten the conversation up again, “I’m going to be very self-indulgent and ask if you liked your segment. I want a more truthful answer than the one I got in the hallway.”

His lips curve up, pretty much taking up his entire face, and she can see the crinkle of his eyes as his long lashes land on his cheeks before opening back up to show his baby blues. Damn his eyes are blue. How is that even possible? Maybe they’re contacts or something.

No, that would be ridiculous.

“I freaking loved it. I mean, it was great. It was so simple, you know? You didn’t try to create some other angle, didn’t try to paint me as anything other than a normal guy. I really appreciate that. You have no idea,” he chuckles, reaching up to scratch beneath his ear. Is he nervous? Why the hell is he nervous? “I saw afterward, your cohost, he was a bit of a dick, wasn’t he? I know we talked about it a bit, but it seems like you just…well, it seems like the shit show is never ending for you.”

That is – that is not what she was expecting at all. She figured his apology was a one and done and that she’d never hear about it again.

“With my friends,” she starts, tapping her nail against the table, “I don’t mind. It’s funny. It’s something we can joke about, that I, myself, joke about, but when it happens in my professional life, it pisses me off. So many men have seen me as a joke in the past, have tried to tear me down that way, and it’s not something I like having to deal with now. I mean, it’s not like I can go off on them. That’s a great way for me to lose my job because I’m no longer,” she holds her fingers up and does air quotes, “likable.”

Killian lets out a low whistle as her heart hammers in her chest, her annoyance at this whole thing making her cheeks heat. It’s all so dumb, and really, she should hate him for it. She doesn’t though. She’s not always his biggest fan, but he apologized and obviously feels actual remorse. How was he supposed to know it would be like this?

And if she knows all of this to be true, why does she still get slightly irked by him sometimes?

Is that just because she’s so damn stubborn herself?

“Is there anything I can do to make it better for you? I mean, I put you into this situation. The very least I can do is try to get you out of it.”

“Nah, there’s nothing you can do more than treat me like a professional and go on as if you didn’t make an ass out of the both of us with millions of people watching.”

“I think I can do that. However I can’t promise not to keep making an ass out of myself though. My brother tells me it’s my natural state of being.”

“Your brother sounds like a smart man.”

“He likes to think so. His patients sure as hell hopes that he is.”

“I mean, I would hope so. Does he get to come to a lot of games?”

“He and Elsa and the girls try to make it to some of them, but it usually depends on if Liam is on call or if the game is too late, so it interferes with the girls’ bedtimes and school. But no matter what I always have a string of texts waiting for me afterwards.”

“They sound great. Your nieces are so cute. Like, adorable. When you posted that photo of the two of them wearing your jersey, my heart melted. That was cute, twenty-nine.”

“Twenty-nine?”

“Your number,” she says slowly, looking him over.

“Aye, I know. It’s just that I’m not used to being called that.”

“Oh, sorry.” She covers her mouth and takes a sip of her coffee. She’s never going to finish her food if they keep talking like this. “I call most of you guys by your numbers half the time. It’s faster, sometimes, for our stat-keepers. It’s a force of habit from back before the Yankees had names on their jerseys.”

“I like it,” he smiles. “You ever play any sports?”

“Nothing official. Why?”

“Just looking to see if you have a number I can call you, love.”

“Ooh, for a second I thought you were going to ask for my number, so that was a nice save.”

“Well, I mean, I could,” he shrugs, flashing that winning smile again.

“Not going to happen, twenty-nine.”

“Damn, I thought I’d stumbled myself into something. I guess that’s strike two for me.”

“Do you always speak in baseball puns?”

“Says the woman who made a joke about oral sex using a baseball pun.”

“Never claimed that I didn’t use them. I’m a fan of a good pun. If you can make it a clever innuendo, all the better.”

“I do love a good innuendo.”

“Yeah, I can tell with the whole tall, dark, and broody thing that you’ve got going on half the time before you whip out a smirk and do that thing with your eyebrows.”

“Why, Swan,” he sighs, waggling those damn eyebrows, “have you been watching me?”

“It’s literally my job.” He does his eyebrows again, and she flicks an apple chunk at him. “Shut it, twenty-nine.”

They sit in the booth and talk, the both of them going through two cups of coffee, before Killian gets a call that he needs to be on the bus to Minute Maid Park, which they both agree is an awful name for a stadium. It’s on the tip of her tongue to start naming off other awful names and major sponsors, but she doesn’t, holding that back as he gathers their plates and walks over to put them all in the bin, his mind seemingly having switched from casual conversation to baseball. She wonders how often he does something like that, just turning everything off to focus on his job.

She can do the same.

“So, Swan,” he sighs as they both walk toward the lobby, Killian to get on the bus and for her to walk toward the elevators, “you going to be around to interview me tonight when I walk off the field?”

“Only if my producer thinks that we need an interview from you.”

“Does this mean I need to play a damn good game?”

“Or a really bad one.”

“I’ll try for one of those.”

“Okay,” she laughs, backing away from him as she sees Scarlet and Fisher walk down into the lobby, “break a leg then.”

He raises a brow. “I’m not sure if that works in sports.”

“Guess you’ll be the first to try it out.”

Emma raises her hand to wave to him, before turning on her heel and walking toward the elevator, her mind trying to piece together all of the elements of her morning while her heart keeps beating like she’s still on the treadmill and not like she’s been sitting in a booth eating for the past two hours.

What the hell just happened?

When she gets back to her room, she quietly opens the door, not knowing if Ruby is awake or not yet, but as soon as she’s inside the room she sees Ruby sitting on the floor with her laptop in front of her with some kind of hair tutorial video on the screen. And whatever it is, Ruby is not succeeding at it, which is pretty much an impossibility with how good Ruby is with hair.

“What’d you do? Run to Manhattan and back? You’ve been gone for forever.”

Putting her phone and hotel key down on the dresser, she slides down onto the floor to sit with Ruby. Her legs are starting to ache, and she desperately needs a shower. She got a look at herself in the mirror in the elevator, and damn does she look rough.

“How long have you been awake?”

“Well, I woke up when you got up because you’re not quiet,” she huffs, tugging at her braid, “and then I woke up an hour ago. You’ve been gone for, like, three hours.”

“I spent a long time at the gym.” That’s not a lie, not really, but it’s not exactly the full truth. She’s not sure why she’s not being honest with Ruby, but it’s…it’s just what her brain has apparently decided on. That breakfast didn’t mean anything, right? So why would she hide it? Probably so no more jokes will be made about them. Yeah, that’s it. That has to be it. “And then I ate breakfast.”

“And you didn’t bring me anything?”

“Not supposed to take the food out of the restaurant area.”

“You could have stolen a banana.”

“Sorry?”

Ruby groans, twists her hair into another braid as the video ends, and then closes her laptop before looking at her, her eyes scanning over her outfit. “Let’s go get something from a café or something. What was that place we went to last time we were here?”

“Snooze, maybe?”

“Yes,” she hums, falling back against the floor before she very obviously remembers her slightly okay braided hair, “let’s go there.”

“I just ate, Rubes.”

“You can keep me company while I eat, and then we’ll go shopping before we have to come back and get ready for work.”

“Can I at least take a shower first?”

“I would prefer if you didn’t smell, so yeah.”

Emma reaches forward and slaps Ruby’s shoulder before getting up. “You’re the worst.”

“But I’m your best friend.”

“Unfortunately.”

“No, very fortunately.”

“Will you do my hair for tonight’s game?” she asks as she strips out of her tank top, sweat having practically dried it to her skin.

“If you let me wear your turquoise pumps.”

“You were going to wear them anyways.”

“Semantics.” Ruby waves her away. “Go take a shower. I’m starving, and I will absolutely perish if I don’t have food in my stomach in the next hour.”

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Section23 Announces July 2021 Slate

Section23 has announced it’s July 2021 slate:

HOUSTON, April 27, 2021 – Home video distributor Section23 Films today announced its July slate of releases which includes Sentai Filmworks third season of the Chihayafuru franchise. Available on English dubbed Blu-ray July 27th with a Limited Edition Premium Box Set to be released soon.

Product details follow, in order of release

Coming July 2021

Title: KNIGHTS OF SIDONIA

Published by: Sentai Filmworks

Distributed by: Section23 Films

Run Time: 742 min.

Street Date: 7/6/2021

Format: BD

Language: English, Spanish & Japanese with English Subtitles

SRP: $89.98

SYNOPSIS: The alien Gauna may have destroyed Mankind’s original home, but aboard the asteroid-based spaceship Sidonia, the human race has found ways to adapt, change and survive in the endless depths of space. Now the former people of Earth can photosynthesize like plants, a third gender has been created, and military service is mandatory. Because what could be man’s last battle is about to begin, and the survival of our species will require every resource humanity has left. That includes Nagate Tanikaze, who carries a secret buried in his past that could change the course of destiny. Unfortunately, the Guana have their own new tricks as well, and not all of Nagate’s allies are who he thinks they are! The ultimate war of the worlds is about to be waged in KNIGHTS OF SIDONIA – The Complete Collection!

Title: SCHOOL-LIVE! THE MOVIE

Published by: Sentai Filmworks

Distributed by: Section23 Films

Run Time: 102 min.

Street Date: 7/6/2021

Format: BD

Language: Japanese with English Subtitles

SRP: $19.98

SYNOPSIS: Yuki and her friends Kurumi, Yūri, and Miki all love their high school so much that they actually live there! Of course, the reason Yuki’s friends love it is because it’s one of the few places where they can hide from the rampaging zombies that have taken over the world. Where they once hit the books, ate in the cafeteria, and ran laps in the gym is over. Their new curriculum focuses on scavenging for supplies and fighting off flesh-eating fiends with improvised weapons! Between doing their best to keep themselves alive and their brains inside their skulls, the girls also have to keep themselves sane… and not all of them are succeeding. Get ready as high school drama and cannibalistic classroom carnage collide in the spectacular live action feature-film version of SCHOOL-LIVE!

Title: GRISAIA

Published by: Sentai Filmworks

Distributed by: Section23 Films

Run Time: 625 min.

Street Date: 7/13/2021

Format: BD

Language: Japanese with English Subtitles

SRP: $69.98

SYNOPSIS: There’s a reason that THE FRUIT OF GRISAIA’s Yuji Kazami adjusted so easily to living in a prison-like school with five very twisted girls: Mihama Academy wasn’t his first experience with an education in hell. In THE LABYRINTH OF GRISAIA, Yuji’s horrific past is revealed. From a dysfunctional family controlled by a domineering sister and an abusive father, his youth was a steady descent into hell that ultimately led to a school for assassins where the only way out was murder! So when Yuji’s past comes back to haunt him and he’s framed for a crime that he didn’t commit, there’s really only one group of bad girls he can trust to have his back… and the five girl commando squad of Yumiko Sakaki, Makina Irisu, Sachi Komine, Amane Suou, and Michiru Matsushima doesn’t let him down in THE EDEN OF GRISAIA!

Title: RAHXEPHON STEELBOOK

Published by: Sentai Filmworks

Distributed by: Section23 Films

Run Time: 770 min.

Street Date: 7/20/2021

Format: BD

Language: English & Japanese with English Subtitles

SRP: $129.98

SYNOPSIS: For 15 years, the human race has fought an ongoing battle against the Mu, the alien invaders who have trapped the city of Tokyo inside an impenetrable dome where time flows in a different path and the mind-wiped citizens have no idea that their city has been conquered. But as Earth’s military begins to briefly breech the walls, one young man starts to realize that something is very wrong. That nothing is quite as it seems. And when he makes contact with a woman from outside, he learns that he, himself, is somehow at the center of the entire alien plan. A plan that will literally re-write reality itself. Prepare for an epic saga of love, war and time as the complete television series and feature film versions of the anime classic are unleashed in the ultimate steelbook collection of RAHXEPHON.

Title: MM!

Published by: Sentai Filmworks

Distributed by: Section23 Films

Run Time: 300 min.

Street Date: 7/27/2021

Format: BD

Language: English & Japanese with English Subtitles

SRP: $59.98

SYNOPSIS: Love can be painful, but Sado seems to like it that way. However, since he knows that’s odd for a high school student, Sado decides to join a certain club where he can beat out his masochistic tendencies. Unfortunately, that’s like putting out a fire with gasoline, as the club members all have “issues” of their own, and guess who’s about to become the new favorite whipping boy? Is even Sado ready for a nurse who forces other people into cosplay and a club president who believes herself to be a goddess? And if that’s not complicated enough, toss in man-shy Yuno, the same girl who introduced Sado to his love of negative reinforcement, and Hayama, Sado’s best friend and a compulsive cross-dresser who’s also the girl that Sado is (unknowingly) infatuated with! Love is about to get really, really weird in MM!

Title: CHIHAYAFURU SEASON 3

Published by: Sentai Filmworks

Distributed by: Section23 Films

Run Time: 600 min.

Street Date: 7/27/2021

Format: BD

Language: English & Japanese with English Subtitles

SRP: $89.98

SYNOPSIS: Chihaya Ayase’s obsession with the card game Karuta has already begun to bear fruit, and the fledgling Mizusawa High School competitive team that she helped form has stunned the karuta playing community by winning the national high school team tournament. That’s just the beginning for Chihaya, however, and now the young card mistress has set her sights on an even more impossible task: taking on grand master Wakamiya Shinobu and wresting the title of Queen away for herself. As difficult as everything has been before, it will seem easy compared to the task now ahead of her, and her teammates look to be equally challenged, especially Taichi Mashima, who’s finally made it to Class A. Has he finally learned enough to challenge Arata Wataya? Only the cards know the future as Chihaya and Crew hit the decks in CHIHAYAFURU 3!

About Section23 Films:

Section23 Films provides home video marketing and distribution services for a variety of companies, including Sentai Filmworks, Switchblade Pictures, Maiden Japan, Kraken Releasing and AEsir Holdings. With its special focus on genre entertainment, Section23 Films distributes some of the very best anime, martial arts, and horror titles on the market today.

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