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Sergeant Donovan Rocker 🖤 Love Lou in this role

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One Night: Donovan Rocker x Reader

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Companion piece to Reputation

You’ve ruined Donovan Rocker for anyone else. He realises that after the first night you spend together. It’s the most debauched night he’s had in his life, and it only continues the longer this thing between the two of you goes on.

With Val his sex life was vanilla, missionary once a month on date night. They’d tried a few other things, cowgirl, doggie style but Val liked what she liked, and he accommodated her. He’d had a couple of dates after the divorce, but they weren’t anything special. They’d helped him blow off a little steam, but they were nothing compared to the shit you get up to.

He thinks trust is the reason it works so well. It’s long established, he’s known you for a couple of years at this point. You’re on different teams these days. He’s a Sergeant on 50 Squad and you’re on 20. He thinks the fact you’re on the job gives you unique insight into why he is the way he is, why he craves the things he does. There’s no judgement from you when he asks for something a little intense, he’s discovered you like to play and explore as much as he does.

The only problem is, you treat this thing like it's casual, for Donovan it’s anything but.

You’ve given him a wild ride tonight, hand on his throat as you fuck him within an inch of his life. When you squeeze just right, he arches up into you, a moan tearing from his chest. When you come, you take him with you, dragging him over the edge as his cheeks flush that pretty shade of pink.

He’s barely had time to catch his breath before your slipping out from underneath his sheets. You scoop up your vest top from the floor, tugging it on over your curves so that it falls mid-thigh. His hand captures yours, tugging you back down onto the edge of the bed.

“Stay a little.” He requests.

“Donovan…”

He adores the way you say his name. He’s always been Rocker until that night in Noche, and now he’s Donovan, the man that loves you more than life itself.

“We’ve talked about this.” You remind him as he shifts into a sitting position. His hand comes to rest on upon your shoulder, his thumb skirting over the nape of your neck. Its an intimate little gesture, an admission that he wants more from arrangement the two of you have.

“We have.” He agrees as his lips follow suit, his heated mouth ghosts up the curve of your throat, his arms wrapping around you and drawing you back into the shelter of his body. “But what’s wrong with this?”

“Donovan…” You chide.

You’re giving in though, he can tell. It’s in the way you lean back into him. That smile on your lips as you let out that laugh, the one that makes his world just a little bit brighter. He’s found that ticklish spot just under the hinge of your jaw and now, he’s exploiting it.

“Stay.” He whispers into your ear.

“Just tonight.” You tell him. “Only one night.”

***

The problem is once you break one rule, it becomes easier to break the rest.

You’ve always had a reputation as the good girl. You follow orders with precision, you always play it safe. You’re solid, dependable. You’re also sleeping with a fellow officer, something that no one would ever suspect. You’ve always had a rule about dating cops, the first thing you learn as a woman on the force is not to fall into bed with a colleague. You’ve never had a problem with it until that night at Noche, the night Donovan walked into the bar where you played violin and saw the real you, the one you’ve kept hidden from everybody else. You’ve always been attracted to him but there was something special about that evening, you were coming off the high of performing and the way he looked at you…

You’ve never wanted someone so much.

It was meant to be a one-time thing but Donovan, he captivates you. You’ve always had a fascination with the edgier side of things, it’s the reason you dress the way you do when you play, it brings out the bad girl, the person you don’t get to be on SWAT. Donovan embraces that side of you, he understands it because deep down the two of you are exactly the same.

Which is why you stay over that night, because truly the two of you have something special. You just don’t want to be the woman that other cops think is fair game if things go sideways.

It doesn’t stop you from staying over on a regular basis, from kissing him goodbye on the doorstep when you leave. You go out for breakfast at the café around the corner, try to outpace each other during your morning run. When you’re sick, he comes over, takes care of you because he can’t stand the idea of you fending for yourself.

It becomes a full-blown relationship without you even realising it until one night you’re changing out an ice pack because he got clipped during an op. He takes it from you, hissing through his teeth before he places it upon the space where the bullet struck his vest. It had been close today; Stevens had told you when they’d gotten back to headquarters. It had freaked out his entire team.  It had scared the hell out of you.

“I love you.” You tell him, your thumb ghosting over his cheekbone as he looks up at you.

He reaches for your free hand, a smile playing across his lips as he pulls you down into his lap. Your thighs hug his hips, his fingertips brush a stray strand of hair back behind your ear as he looks into your eyes and says.

“I love you too.”

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Fic Idea 911 x SWAT

These two are cousins.

Sergeant Donovan Rocker

Tommy Kinard

It gets discovered during a LAFD vs LAPD charity event.

At one point Street yells "I knew you were hitting on me!" when Buck kisses Tommy. Turns out it was a similar incident as the one with TK. And Eddie almost hurts something laughing at Buck's baffled face.

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911/S.W.A.T. - When You Fear The Cold And Crave The Burn - CH1 now on AO3!

Buck is deeply affected by the loss of Tommy, who died during a training flight. About eight weeks later, the 118 is called to the scene of a horrible accident involving a prisoner transport and SWAT officers. Sergeant Donovan Rocker is among the injured. Hen and Eddie are stunned to find that Rocker bears a striking resemblance to Tommy while they are fighting for his life on the way to the hospital. They also worry about Buck, who is still blaming himself for Tommy's death.

Despite the concerns of Eddie and the rest of the team, Buck frequently visits Rocker and develops a bond with him. Their friendship deepens when Rocker learns he may be confined to a wheelchair. Buck, who has faced a similar situation, takes it upon himself to help the SWAT leader through this challenging time. Although Rocker is initially hesitant, he starts to feel a connection with Buck that he can't explain. And Eddie? He keeps a watchful eye on Buck. After all, he fears that his friend has gotten himself into a mess because he can't come to terms with Tommy's death.

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Chapter 3 - First Come First Serve - Words: 2,788

"Here's her profile, Greg," Sergeant Donovon said, dropping a folder on her boss's desk.

"Clarissa Hughes, aged 32, brown and blue, 5' 5", No. 1 District, been on the force since '10, promoted to Sergeant in '17. Unmarried, unattached, no children, father deceased, mother living in Manchester, one sister in America." Greg sighed after reading the file. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his forehead. He never liked cases involving one of his own. They always gave him a migraine.

The scene yesterday was impressive even for someone like him who'd been in New Scotland Yard for over 30 years. The young woman had been found in her apartment, laying face down on the floor. A small bullet hole in the window revealed a sniper had been perched on the roof of a nearby building. While there were entry and exit wounds, they had not yet found the bullet to give to ballistics.

"There's not much to go on. It could have been random. Maybe she had one bad date with someone who was a bit off their rocker and-"

"Inspector," Anderson interrupted.

"Yes?" Greg replied, migraine now doubling.

"They found this at the scene." Anderson held out a Ziploc with a ruby red, silk handkerchief. It had no markings on it, not even a snag, save for the small, gold R embroidered on the corner.

"Where did they find it?"

"It was special delivered today with no return address or other markings."

"Now why would a woman, whose name does not start with R, order a monogrammed handkerchief."

"Bored!"

*bang*

"BORED!"

*bang bang bang*

"Sherlock! I swear you had better stop that or I will call Lestrade this time and tell him it was you who put the hallucinogen in Anderson's tea!"

"Fine!"

"Good!”

*thwap thud thwap thud thwap thud*

"Sherlock?"

"I'm being quiet!"

"What are you doing?"

"A bow and arrow are much more satisfying!"

"Oh -!"

"Torry! Guess what!" Erin called out to her roommate from the living room of their shared apartment.

"You're moving out?" She called back, teasing as usual.

"Haha, very funny," Erin deadpanned. "Really though, this is awesome."

"Did we get a case?"

"Better!"

"Two cases?"

"Torry!"

"Ok! What?"

"In exactly 1 month you and I will be in London, England speaking at the International Inspectors Convention."

"Wow! That's fantastic! I wonder if-" Torry paused. "Nevermind."

"Don't worry, Torry, I already checked," Erin winked. "He's scheduled to speak the day after us."

"Inspector, there's been another murder," Donovan announced, walking up to Lestrade in the break room.

"Ok," he replied. "Is it my division?"

"Yes, this time it was Amelia Walker. She was an Inspector in No. 3 District." Greg slammed his mug down on the counter.

"Walker and Hughes were two of our best inspectors! Have you found any connection yet?" The two grabbed their jackets and headed downstairs.

"Nothing yet. The landlady just reported her body. Anderson's there now with his team."

"Ok then, let's go." The two got in the car and headed off. When they arrived, Anderson rushed up holding a small envelope.

"Another one just arrived," He said. Lestrade grabbed the envelope and looked inside. Sure enough, another ruby red handkerchief with an embroidered R on the corner. "I asked the delivery boy where he got it from but he said he didn't know. It was a different boy this time too."

"Where is she?" Lestrade asked. They followed Anderson over to the body. "Cause of death?"

"Another sniper." Anderson showed them the bullet hole in a nearby window. Lestrade shook his head.

"Did ballistics ever get a lead on the gun?"

"Nothing," Donovan replied. "It's a standard sniper rifle but there are literally hundreds of those to try and track down."

"There must be something we're missing," Lestrade groaned.

"Ah! London! Doesn't it smell great!" Erin exclaimed, taking a deep breath as they stepped off the plane.

"It smells like airplane fuel. Let's wait till we actually leave the airport," Torry replied.

"Ok, grumpy. Geez, remind me never to take you on a flight again." Torry growled in reply but Erin just chuckled. "Let's go get our bags and head to the hotel."

"And go straight to bed. I'm dead."

The next day, the inspectors convention started. There were hundreds of private investigators, police inspectors, and a few other kinds of detectives. Torry kept her eye out for one specific "Consulting Detective" but there was no sign of him on the first day. They did however meet their hotel room neighbor, Frances Grant. She had been an inspector at NYS in London until she moved to Manchester about a year ago.

"Nice gal," Erin commented, walking out of their bathroom that night.

"Yeah. I wonder what that case she mentioned was," Torry replied from her bed, already laying down.

"I don't know. She said she was going to help her old academy friend investigate while she was here, right?"

"Mm," Torry agreed. "Must be pretty serious," She said sleepily.

"Are you really already going to sleep?"

"And why shouldn't I?"

"Seriously? We're in a hotel, got to bed early, have the opportunity to actually watch BBC from London and you want to sleep."

"Yes. You watch TV and tell me all about it when I wake up. I won't be able to stay awake to give BBC my full attention when I'm this tired."

"Party pooper," Erin teased as she plugged in her earbuds. Torry grunted in reply and went to sleep. 2 hours later, Erin was nearly asleep still watching late night mystery shows on BBC.

*CRASH*

"What the-" Erin startled awake. Looking at the TV she saw the detective on the show had just been shot. "Oh, should probably turn that off and go to sleep," She whispered to herself. After turning off the TV and unplugging her earbuds, Erin rolled over and tried to go to sleep.

"Wake up sleepyhead!" Torry yelled the next morning.

"Ok, ok, I'm up," Erin groaned. The girls got ready for the day, Torry dressing up extra fancy since a certain someone was on the program. They headed down for breakfast, where Frances said she'd meet up with them. She didn't show up though and the girls headed back to their room.

"I wonder why Frances didn't come down for breakfast," Torry mused, walking out of the elevator on their floor. Erin shrugged and was about to say something when there was a yell from down the hallway.

"Help! Help! Police! Someone!" A housekeeper cried out.

"What's wrong, miss?" Erin asked, rushing up to her in front of one of the rooms

"Sh-sh-she's dead!" The woman exclaimed. Torry squeezed past her, not noticing which room it was, and looked inside.

"It's Frances!" Torry called out to Erin.

"Oh no!" Erin replied. "I'll be right there!" Erin turned to the housekeeper and handed her a tissue from a box on the cleaning cart. "Why don't you wait in our room? I'll call the police and then they can take a statement from you once they get here." The lady nodded and Erin took her to their room to sit down. From there she called the police.

Meanwhile, Torry began investigating the scene of the crime. "Hm, sniper," Torry mumbled to herself, noticing the window. She walked around the body, examining it and taking mental notes. Suddenly there was a knock on the room door.

"Police!" Torry opened the door at once. "Inspector Lestrade," The man introduced himself. "Are you the one that called?"

"No, that would be my friend, Erin. She's in our room next door with the housekeeper who found the body."

"Are you here for the convention?" Lestrade asked. 'Last thing I need is some amateur messing things up,' He thought to himself.

"Yes."

'Dang it!' He mentally shouted. "Alright, have you moved or touched anything since you entered the room?"

"Really, Inspector, I wouldn't dare! This is a crime scene after all!"

"Ok, just checking," He defended.

"36, married, no children, lives in Manchester, originally from London. That much she told us last night. We had dinner together. She must have died sometime in the middle of the night. I'd say around 2am. Based off the stage of rigor mortis." Lestrade stared at her, surprised. He'd only ever seen one other person rattle off so many facts so quickly. "She was killed by a sniper through the window. I also noticed that-"

"Wait, sniper?"

"Yes. I believe I just said that."

"What's her name?"

"Frances Grant, she's an-"

"Inspector," Lestrade said sadly. "I went to the Academy with her." He shook his head. "Anderson, get me those two other files. Let's see if this one has a connection."

"I'm sure it does, Graham. You probably just haven't looked well enough," Sherlock drawled from the doorway.

"Did I invite you here, Sherlock?" Lestrade yelled.

"Not specifically," He replied coolly, waltzing into the room. "But I heard there was a murder," He said, eyes lighting up. "And I simply had to come!" He grinned.

"Sherlock!" A shorter man yelled from the hallway. "Where did you get off to?"

"In here John!" Torry was just about to say something, finally past the initial surprise that her favorite Detective was standing in front of her, when Erin yelled from the next room.

"Torry! Get over here!" She yelled. Torry, John, and Greg rushed over. "She's gone into shock, can you help me get her on the bed instead of this chair?"

"I can help you, miss. I'm a Doctor," John said.

"Please do, Dr. Watson," She replied. Turning to the others, she asked: "Are you with the Yard?" Lestrade nodded. "She was the one who discovered her body. You'll want a statement later, obviously."

"Ah yes, thank you, Miss-"

"Erin Blair. And that's Torry Star. We're America's only consulting detectives," Erin said with a wink. John's eyebrows shot up immediately. "Yes, Doctor," She continued. "I've read your blog."

"Speaking of Sherlock," Lestrade spoke up. "I had better get back and make sure he hasn't started world war 3 with Anderson."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to come back with you. There was something I noticed," Torry said. Lestrade nodded and the two of them went to the other room. Torry walks in first and, while Sherlock and Anderson are bickering, paces the room. 'Now, I need to check what's shining behind that chair,' She thought. Attempting to go to the corner to check, Torry finds Sherlock is blocking her path. "If you're not going to help investigate the murder, then get out of my way so I can." Torry states. She then pushes past him to examine what she finds to be a bullet casing. Greg had to bite back a laugh at Sherlock's face.

'I've never seen the man look so offended!' Greg thought. 'This will be interesting.' Just then, the hotel phone rang. "Hello, Inspector Lestrade," He said, picking up the phone.

"Inspector, we just had a package dropped off for Miss Grant's room. The boy asked it be delivered right away to Sergeant Donovan."

"Alright, bring it up." Once the package was brought up, Anderson and Donovan opened it carefully while Sherlock and Torry argued over what type of sniper's rifle shoots those bullets.

"It's another handkerchief!" Anderson exclaimed.

"Another?" Torry and Sherlock asked in surprise. Greg explained to them what had happened with the last two murders.

"There's a note with this one," Donovan said shakily. "Congratulations. You're next."

"Let me see that," Torry said, grabbing the handkerchief. "The sniper is a woman. Military or police training with that level of skill. I'd say about 37 with that handwriting. First name is Ruby. This handkerchief is Ruby red and has her monogram."

"Ruby Jones!" Greg exclaimed. "She went to the Academy with me. She failed though. She didn't like working with others. She was too competitive, always trying to prove herself. She had a high level shooting badge and I think she trained on that rifle you mentioned before. I guess she was taking her revenge."

"I'll put out a warrant," Anderson said.

"Thanks," Donovan said to Torry. "I don't know what to say."

"Really?" Sherlock scoffed. "You're thanking her! She did the same thing I do! Well, not as perfectly but still!"

"She's different, Holmes," Donovan spat. "You wouldn't understand, freak."

"And with that I wish we had solved the case a little later," Torry mumbled. Donovan didn't hear her, but Sherlock did. Though he couldn't hold back a slight smile at that, he still felt a bit put off at Torry stealing his spotlight.

Meanwhile, once the others left the room, John looked at Erin with a smirk. "What?" She chuckled.

"America's only consulting detectives?" He teased.

"I couldn't help it," She replied. "We are fairly well known back in the colonies," She said with a posh British accent, making John smile. "We got invited to speak at the convention yesterday."

"Oh! Of course! You were the guest speakers! I actually wanted to come and see you but Sherlock got stuck on a case. It was really only a 3 but I couldn't get away."

"Ah," Erin sounded in agreement. "Yeah, that's happened to us too. Torry and I work together on every case. If one's there, so is the other."

"So which of you is Sherlock then?" John teased. "If I may do a little deduction of my own, you said you read the blog, you're obviously both fans, so it would only make sense that you've tried to compare yourselves."

"Well done, my dear Watson," Erin grinned. "Yes, we've done that. But we don't line up with either of you exactly. I guess it depends on the case. Some Torry picks up on right away, some I pick up on, and some we figure out together 50/50. And we've had some pretty crazy cases too! Nothing as interesting as yours I suppose though."

"Sounds like you make a good team. I, erm, wouldn't mind discussing some of those interesting cases with you," He said casually. "Perhaps the four of us could go out to dinner this evening?"

"That would be lovely!" Erin said. Just as she finished speaking, they heard yelling from Sherlock and Torry in the next room. They rush over to see what the commotion was. Sherlock and Torry were standing toe to toe right next to the body. Lestrade, Anderson and Donovan were just watching in surprise.

"What makes you think you can just waltz in here and take over my crime scene?" Torry yelled, cheeks bright red.

"Yours?" Sherlock scoffed. "London is mine! You're just some American knock off!"

"Knock off! Well then tell me, why didn't you notice the bullet casing? Hm?"

"I hadn't looked there yet! I was just about to!"

"Week excuse from a man who notices everything!" Torry smirked. "Tell me, what's your excuse now?"

"Excuse for what?" He hissed.

"Dilated pupils, elevated heart rate, rapid breathing, shall I list more?"

"I could ask the same for you," He replied. Torry blushed even brighter but maintained eye contact. Suddenly, after a moment of quiet, Sherlock leaned forward and kissed her quickly. "I like you," He whispered. "Dinner tonight?"

"Ok," Torry squeaked, abit dazed. Sherlock spun around, coat swishing behind him.

"John, let's go, we have to get ready," Sherlock stated. John shook his head and Erin chuckled.

"I guess they're just more blunt than we are," Erin joked.

"It would seem so," John replied, blushing slightly himself. "See you tonight then. We'll pick you up here."

"Ok, John," Erin said. "Well, well, well," She then said, turning to Torry. "Solve the case yet?"

"And that's how Torry and I met," Sherlock stated. He smiled at his fiance who was sitting next to him.

"You forgot to mention how nervous you were that night getting ready," John adds, laughing. Erin and Torry chuckled lightly but Sherlock's ears tinted red. The older couple sitting across them by the fireplace smiled. Sherlock had brought John, Torry and Erin to his parents house to introduce the girls and make the big announcement.

"Well, we couldn't be happier for our son," Mummy said. "Or for you John. You're family too you know," She winked.

"So when's the happy day?" Sherlock's Dad asked. Torry and Erin were just about to reply but they were interrupted.

"Oh please!" Mycroft groaned. "Weddings are simply atrocious emotional events that I have no use for." Sherlock's face fell slightly.

"So I suppose our asking you to officiate would be out of the question?" Sherlock asked

"On the other hand," Mycroft said suddenly, a smile hinting at the corners of his mouth. "Perhaps I can make an exception just this once."

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LUCY AND THE GUARD GOOSE

Unaired Episode {originally scheduled for broadcast November 22, 1986}

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Directed by Peter Baldwin ~ Written by Bob Carroll Jr. and Madelyn Martin

Synopsis

When the M&B Hardware is robbed, Lucy rents a goose to guard the store!  

Regular Cast

Lucille Ball (Lucy Barker), Gale Gordon (Curtis McGibbon), Ann Dusenberry (Margo Barker McGibbon),  Larry Anderson (Ted McGibbon), Jenny Lewis (Becky McGibbon), Philip Amelio (Kevin McGibbon), Donovan Scott (Leonard Stoner)

[For biographies of the Regular Cast, see “One Good Grandparent Deserves Another” (S1;E1)]

Guest Cast

Charles Levin (Sergeant Green) made his screen debut in Woody Allen's Annie Hall (1977) and was also seen in Allen's Manhattan (1979). He had recurring roles on “Alice” (as Elliott Novak), “Hill Street Blues” (as Eddie Gregg), and “Capital News” (as Vinnie DeSalvo).  

Lou Cuttell (Charlie Zellman) made his screen debut on a 1964 episode of “The Dick Van Dyke Show.”  He was recently part of the company of improv performers featured on “Betty White's Off Their Rockers.”  He retired in 2010 at the age of 80.  

Charlie Zellman rents guard geese.  

Oliver (Guard Goose)

Tom Williams (Crying Goose Voice Over, uncredited) is an actor and voice artists who worked extensively on “Adam-12” (1968-71). This is the first of his three voice roles on “Life With Lucy.”  He will also provide a dog bark and the buzzing of a fly!  Williams retired in 2010.  

Williams only did the cry of the wounded and recovering Oliver.  A recorded honk was used for Oliver's other vocalizations.

This was the second episode filmed, but in order to fight the expected ratings drop after the series premiere, it was decided to move the episode guest-starring John Ritter (filmed fourth) to second and save this one for later in the run. It was scheduled to air November 22, 1986 but the series was canceled before it could air.  ABC moved a half-hour series called “Sidekicks” from Fridays into Lucy's Saturday night time slot. The episode of “Sidekicks” that aired on November 22, 1986 starred Keye Luke, who had guest starred on “Here's Lucy” in 1972.  

As the episode opens, Margo is telling her family her dream about Bruce Springsteen. Kevin says he likes the dream his mother had about doing the tango with Tip O'Neill. Later in the episode, Margo is woken from a dream where Mick Jagger wanted her to join his group. She replied “Mick. You can't always get what you want.” "You Can't Always Get What You Want" is a song by the Rolling Stones written by Jagger and Keith Richards. It was named the 100th greatest song of all time by Rolling Stone magazine.

Lucille Ball makes her entrance three minutes into the episode to loud and continued applause from the studio audience. 

After Lucy's stern warning about the cholesterol in eggs, Curtis reveals his father (who ate eggs every day) lived to the age of 96.  Lucy's healthy breakfast consists of bran, granola, wheat germ, and dried bananas.  

Kevin: “You know what humbug is?” “ Ted: “No, what is it?” Kevin: “A bug who can't remember the words! (laughs) Sometimes I crack myself up.”

Leonard states historical precedence for using geese as guards and he is correct. Guard geese have been used throughout history, and in modern times. In ancient Rome, sacred geese were kept as guardians in the temple of Juno. While the Roman soldiers and watch dogs slept, Juno's sacred geese warned Rome of the Gallic attack in 390 BC. On modern farms, geese are said to be good deterrents to predators of other domestic fowl and snakes. They are reported to have been used to guard US Air Defense Command installations in Germany, Ballantine's Distillery in Dumbarton, Scotland, and to protect a police station in Xinjiang, China.

The episode uses and exterior shot of M&B Hardware at night. The exterior was actually a vacant storefront located directly across the street from what is now the Warner Hollywood Studios, a couple of blocks west of the corner of Santa Monica and LaBrea Avenue in Hollywood. 

Curtis says he's been in business for 36 years and never had a robbery. This establishes the founding of M&B Hardware in 1950, the year before “I Love Lucy” began airing.  

Lucy says she tried to call Charlie Zellman about Oliver, but got his machine and had to listen to Frankie Laine singing “I must go where the wild goose goes.” "The Cry of the Wild Goose" is a 1950 song written by Terry Gilkyson and made famous by Laine. The song was later covered by Lucy favorite Tennessee Ernie Ford.

After Curtis throws a phone at Oliver, Lucy takes him home to nurse him back to health where she remembers that her daughter Margo is allergic to down feathers.  

Trying to soothe Oliver, Harry sings “On the first day of Christmas, my true love sent to me.... One roasted goose!” Harry is paraphrasing "The Twelve Days of Christmas," an English Christmas carol published in 1780 as a chant or rhyme without music. Traditionally, geese are part of the sixth day refrain: “Six geese a-laying.”

As Lucy, Curtis, and Ted each tussle with the unseen Oliver through the kitchen door, a few goose feathers blow through the doorway into the living room, a nice touch from production.

Using animals for human work was explored by Lucy Carmichael when she rented sheep to mow her lawn in a 1962 episode of “The Lucy Show.”

Although they were mostly in the background, geese were also featured in “Lucy Discovers Wayne Newton” (TLS S4;E14) in 1965.

Harry blusters about a policeman never being around when you need them while Sergeant Green is standing just behind him. Lucy Ricardo (with a loving cup stuck on her head) said something similar about the men in blue when standing next to one on a Brooklyn subway platform.  

On “The Lucy Show” Danfield had two Hardware Stores. Early episodes mentioned McClay's Hardware (named after Howard McClay, Lucille Ball's long-time publicist) and later William Schallert played the proprietor (and softball coach) who ran Cresant's Hardware (above).    

When Lucy Carter tries to prevent being robbed, she concocts a Rube Goldberg-like series of traps for the burglar – but no live animals were involved!  

This Day in Lucy History  {had this episode aired as planned on November 22, 1986}

"Lucy's Mother-In-Law" (ILL S4;E8) ~ November 22, 1954

“Lucy and the Undercover Agent” (TLS S4;E10) ~ November 22, 1965

"Ginger Rogers Comes to Tea" (HL S4;E11) ~ November 22, 1971

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Rocker knows you have a reputation. You’re a good girl, one that follows orders with precision, who always play it safe. In the field no one has to worry about you, you’re solid and dedicated, loyal to a fault. You haven’t got a rebellious bone in your body, at least that’s what they thought.  

They didn’t know you the way he did. They haven’t seen that reckless side of you, the one that comes out to play in the depths of the night, they didn’t know you’re secret.

Rocker discovered it by accident. He’d been listless after the divorce, instead of hitting the same old places he wanted something fresh. That’s how he’d come across Noche, a club known for its ambience and music scene. It wasn’t like the other clubs in L.A with the booming beats that makes your skull throb, it’s dark, a hole in the wall shrouded in mystery and the perfect place for him to disappear for an hour or two.

He’d been on his way home after having a couple of beers with Stevens when he heard the serenade of a violin. He wasn’t into classical pieces but the music he was hearing was an entanglement of soft rock, something more his speed. The notes tapered over the drums, touching something deep down inside of him. He was enthralled by it, ensnared. He found himself seated at the bar, another beer in his hand, his attention drawn to the stage. His gaze came to fall on the violinist, head cradled against the instrument, and it was like he had been struck by lightning.

He knew it was you, he would know your stance, your movement, your posture anywhere. You wore a black sheer Victorian style top, with a high collar and long sleeves with a lace bralette underneath. It accentuated your body, showcasing the lines of your form as you swayed in time to the music. The leather trousers clung to your lower body as your hips swung from side to side. It was the first time he’d seen you with your hair down, normally you wore it in a plait or a tight bun but tonight it was gloriously loose. He wondered what it would feel like to run his hands through it, to kiss you on the mouth and smear that red lipstick you wore. Your eyes, always so expressive were framed with dark eyeliner, making you look just as dangerous as he knew you were.

You up on that stage right now, was the sexiest thing damn thing he had ever seen.

The way you played, it was dynamic and passionate. A sensual experience and he couldn’t tear himself away. He had no idea what you did after work, you played your cards close to your chest but he had never expected anything like this. He’d always had an affinity for the darker side of things, his marriage to Val had been pretty vanilla. The two of them had been college sweethearts but there were things he’d wanted to try, things he knew didn’t fit into her puritan view of sex.

He doesn’t realise you’ve noticed him until you appear alongside of him at the bar. Your set is over and he’s been toying with the idea of approaching you or simply slipping out when your hip bumps against his. The sultry scent of your perfume clings to your skin and it just adds to the allure.

“I didn’t think you saw me.” He says to you as you tilt you head towards him.

“You’re a striking man.” You inform him, taking a sip of your water.

He blushes, he can’t help it. No one has ever said that to him, Val used to call him her prince, it reminded of something out of Disney. The way those words roll off your lips, especially the term striking, it does something to him. He isn’t used to this side of you but he likes it.

“You wanna get out of here?” he ventures.

You smile, before tossing your hair back over your shoulder and giving him a look that makes him weak in the knees.

“Are you hitting on me Sergeant?” You ask him.

“How about we drop the titles for tonight?” He requests, setting his beer bottle down on the bar.

That reputation you have as a good girl, it completely goes out of the window. You ruin him that night, with an inquisitive mouth and fingertips that trail over his scars as your thighs hug his hips. You keep him on the cusp, drawing out his ecstasy until his fists grip the sheets and he begs you to let him come.

Not until I do, you had whispered in his ear.

Fuck he’d never had a woman straddle his face before, it was something he had always wanted to try but Val had never been into it, but you…

He had lost his mind when he got his mouth on you, you tasted like candied honey on his tongue, he’d taken you apart slowly, learning what you liked, what made you say his name. You liked it when his tongue delved deep, his palms grasping your thighs to hold you in place. When you climaxed, he didn’t want to stop, he sucks your clit before pinning you against his mouth and ruining you all over again. When he makes you come for a third time, he’s deep inside of you, his fingers threading through your hair as he grips it in his fist and pulls your head back so he can stare into your eyes. There’s intimacy in the eye contact and he watches your face, your lips parting as he makes you say his name.

The next morning, he wakes up alone, tangled up in his sheets with your lipstick marks decorating his skin. He sees you in work and it’s like it never happened, like he doesn’t know you sound like at the height of pleasure or how sinful that mouth of yours really is.

That night he turns up at Noche again, he sees you there up on that stage. You are a force to be reckoned with, a wildfire, untamed and untethered as you play, and he drinks it in. There’s an erotism to what you do, and it taps into something deep down inside of him. He’s like a moth to a flame, he can’t stay away, he doesn’t want to. Instead he clings to the nights that he has you, the ones where you’re his and only his.

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9-1-1/S.W.A.T. - When You Fear The Cold And Crave The Burn - Chapter 1 - 7 (with much more to come) now on AO3

Buck is deeply affected by the loss of Tommy, who died during a training flight. About eight weeks later, the 118 is called to the scene of a horrible accident involving a prisoner transport and SWAT officers. Sergeant Donovan Rocker is among the injured. Hen and Eddie are stunned to find that Rocker bears a striking resemblance to Tommy while they are fighting for his life on the way to the hospital. They also worry about Buck, who is still blaming himself for Tommy's death.

Despite the concerns of Eddie and the rest of the team, Buck frequently visits Rocker and develops a bond with him. Their friendship deepens when Rocker learns he may be confined to a wheelchair. Buck, who has faced a similar situation, takes it upon himself to help the SWAT leader through this challenging time. Although Rocker is initially hesitant, he starts to feel a connection with Buck that he can't explain. And Eddie? He keeps a watchful eye on Buck. After all, he fears that his friend has gotten himself into a mess because he can't come to terms with Tommy's death.

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Blow Your Mind - Donovan Rocker x Reader (NSFW)

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You were thinking about sex. You had tried to avoid the vivid intense fantasies that were assaulting your mind, but you couldn't stop the images or the sensations that were rushing through your body. You blamed Rocker for this, the two of you had barely seen each other over the past few weeks due to alternating shifts. Your skin was already feverishly hot, and you were more sensitive now than you’d had been for a long time. That man had awakened something with in you, you couldn’t stop thinking about his hands in your skin, his teeth grazing over the deviant spot underneath your jaw. You were walking down the corridor and past the locker room when a familiar, warm hand cupped your elbow, guiding you inside. You didn't need to turn your head to know that it was Rocker. The light brush of Rocker's fingers across your flesh sent a shiver trailing down your spine at the memories of what those hands of.

"My poor baby." Rocker teased in a husky voice. "You look like you need some relief."

You pursed your lips together tightly, your cheeks flushing just a little at the seductive tone in his voice. You cast a glance at him. That grin playing across his lips was mischievous and his eyes were bright with arousal. It made your heart pound with excitement.

"You told me to wait." You reminded him in breathless whisper. "And I always do what my Sergeant tells me."

You knew what that would do to Rocker and the words weren't wasted. Your entire body tightened as his attention honed in on you. His eyes darkened, a consuming desire that rushed like a narcotic in his veins. You had just stepped into dangerous territory and he knew that meant you were craving this even more than him.

You had played this game before. When Rocker needed to feel in control or when you needed to relinquish it entirely, it turned Rocker on in a way that was almost primal.

Right now he could feel the recklessness building up in you. It was your turn to be selfish and Rocker could help with that. Jesus, he could feel your need to lose control pulsating underneath your skin.

The apprehension was in the air, mounting between you. Each of your breathes were hitched with excitement as he leaned in even closer trapping you between his muscular form and the concrete. His palm came to rest on the wall behind you as his lips brushed over yours with the tenderest of kisses.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you?" he whispered against your mouth.

You didn't say a word, your eyes lingered on his decadent mouth. You wanted to touch him but that was part of your game, you weren’t allowed until he said so.

His thumb caressed the line of your jaw, guiding your face away from him and allowing him access to your vulnerable throat. His teeth grazed that pleasurable spot under the hinge of your jaw causing you to whimper. You were ready, Rocker could feel it as his erection strained against his combats in an painful manner.

"Were you a good girl?" he breathed in your ear, his fingers twisting in your hair as he tugged it just enough to tip your head back.

"Yes." You uttered.

"Do you want me?" he asked you, the stubble on your cheek rubbing against your sensitive skin.

His firm chest pressed against yours, your hands curling up into balled up fists. You were trying to prevent yourself from touching him. God, he was doing so much to you right now. You were wet, your panties soaked.

"More than anything." You whined.

"Unzip me." Rocker told you, his eyes fixated on yours.

He was intoxicating. This man always knew exactly what you needed. You drew down the zipper on his combats, your gaze lowering to his lips.

"Touch me." he ordred.

It was heaven. The moment you wrapped your fingers around his impressive cock was absolute bliss. He groaned into your hair as you gripped his molten hot flesh. He thrust into your grasp as you moved in slow, shallow motions, ones that you knew would drive him absolutely crazy.

"That's it baby." He groaned as that wildfire chased through every one of his synapses.

Jesus Christ, you were getting off on this. The anticipation was killing you, it was taking every ounce of your self-control not to arch your hips and generate some friction between your clothes and your needy sex. You wouldn't allow yourself to come until Rocker told you, he had all of the power and that was the point of this delicious game.

"Stop." Rocker demanded, his fingers clasping your wrist lightly, removing it from his trousers. "Turn around."

His hands were already on your waist, spinning you. You placed your palms onto the wall as he grasped the leather tongue of your belt and loosened it before he undid your combats. His hand bypassed those sexy little black panties. His fingers hooked either side of your underwear before he drew them down over the curve of your ass.

"You ready for me baby?" Rocker you, his fingers threaded through your hair again, guiding your head to the left so that he could kiss the curve of your throat.

"Donovan..." You breathed as Rocker gripped his dripping cock and guided it between your legs/

"You know the rules." Rocker whispered against your skin. "Not until I say so."

That was the biggest turn on for the both of you, his dominance and your subservience. Rocker got off on pleasuring you and he knew exactly how fucking good it felt when he uttered that one word. He penetrated you slowly, filling you up inch by inch. You bit your lower lip as that euphoria erupted through your synapses.

The pace he set was measured and powerful, his hands coming to rest on your hips, holding you in place. Your breathing was becoming more erratic with every thrust as he sunk into that tight heat over and over again. Those whimpers of yours were echoing in his ears, hauling him even closer to the point of no return. Your skin flushed as she wavered on the cusp, that ecstasy overwhelming you as you clung to the edge.

"Come." he commanded.

The orgasm was earth shattering. It exploded through you like a grenade, stealing away your breath as you hit your peak. Rocker bit down on your shoulder to stifle the hoarse grunt of exhalation that erupted from his lips. The sensation was devastating, causing your knees to go weak at the sheer force of it. His palm clapped over your mouth as you cried out, muffling the sound as he clasped you close, fucking you through your orgasm.

“Fuck baby, you blow my mind.” He whispered in your ear, his hand slipping away from you lips as he pressed a tender kiss upon the teeth marks he’d left underneath your shirt.

“Trust me.” You murmured, tipping your head back so it came to rest against his chest. “The feelings mutual.”

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