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adriellej · 2 days ago

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Elite Snipers (Castiel AU)

Pairings: None

Characters: Castiel Novak, Major Matt Williams, Caleb McCoy, Reader’s platoon, other needed people.

Summary: Castiel Novak is an elite sniper, one of the best, and all he lives for is to do what he does. One day there comes an upcoming lieutenant by who says she wants to be a sniper and who has to mentor her? Him…

Reader is an upcoming lieutenant who has a big dream about what she wants to do in the military, and it is not becoming a lieutenant. Her dream is to become an elite sniper and she gets a top elite sniper assigned as her mentor.

Very loosely based on this song.

Part one, Part two

Chapter Three: The Sergeant or The Rookie

Warnings: Explicit language. Name callings. Mentions of weaponry.

Word count: 2.8K+

A/N: So! It’s back! Elite Snipers have snuck up on me. It’s a bit shorter than usual, but I’m trying my hardest to plan the chapters ahead so it’s easier to fall into. I had @deascheck read through it, just to make sure it was up to standard. Grammar-wise, mistakes are all mine! I hope you guys will like it and let me know what ya think!

The annoying sound of your alarm went off in your ears. You wished nothing more than to hit snooze, but you had to be back training with the biggest jerk on the entire earth at 5 am. You returned to your quarters around midnight, and it was now 4 am.

“Urgh, just kill me now,” You said as you sat up in your bed and rubbed your eyes from sleep. The sleep deprivation was evident in you, with slow movements and dark circles under your eyes. “This is going to be a long ass day,” You had training with Castiel at 5, then your recruits at 7 am, which was at times, nice considering that you at least had some of your self-control back when you were with them. A tiny lunch break before you had a workout session to see to, which was followed by yet another training session with him.

You hurried to eat your breakfast and pack all the gear you would need for later. You were supposed to meet with Castiel in 10 minutes, but you were sure as hell not going to be late. You left for the shooting range, knowing you would be there 5 minutes before you needed to be. The building was huge with plenty of room to create long shots for snipers to train their aim on the long ranges. You walked into the building and were instantly met with a remark.

“You know, being early doesn’t give you extra credit,” He was fiddling with a rifle he was putting back together. Your blood was already starting to boil, and you felt a heat forming in you, like a burst of energy that was pleading to be let go. Except you had learned better by now, making sassy comments only felt good for a few seconds before he would make your life miserable.

“I’m aware, sir. But I rather be early than late. You have made that perfectly clear, thank you,” you answered as civilly as you could muster. You threw your bag on the ground beside the table he was working at. “So what are we doing today, this bright and fine morning, sir?” you asked with a hint of mockery and a small smile on your lips.

“Mockery won’t get you far either, Rookie,” He answered coldly, while you didn’t even earn a look from him, he just stared at the rifle before him. ‘Does this man even know emotions?’ “I’ll let that one slip, but remember what consequences it can have,” You took in a deep breath and held it for a while before letting it go as a sigh. “But to answer your question, we are not doing anything, you are, and you’re doing a workout,” he finally looked up at you with a smirk on his lips. You had never seen anything that could resemble a smile, you had barely ever seen his teeth except for when you had pissed him off yet again. “You’re going to run laps around the building, push-ups, sit-ups, plank, pretty much everything you put your recruits through,” he explained as he pulled on the rifle and put it down on the table before standing. “Just expect it to be harder,” He continued. “I hope you’re ready because we’re starting in 15 seconds. Chop chop,” He clapped his hands, and you were about to tear him a new one for his words and actions. You shook it off and decided to use the energy in the workout instead.

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He wasn’t kidding when he said it would be harder. He was pushing you to limits you didn’t even know you had. Your watch was starting to make alarms due to the continuous high heart rate. You used every second you got to relax in between each set. Your arms were lying flat on the ground as you were heaving for your breath. You looked at the clock and realised you had to go back to your recruits in 15 minutes. ‘Almost two hours of this… holy crap’.

“I need to get back to my recruits,” you said as you got up from the ground. As soon as you did, sweat droplets started to drip down from your forehead and into your eyes.

“Oh right, let the Rookie train the rookies. What a magnificent idea!” Castiel answered with his own mockery.

“Look, I’m good at what I do, and I sure as hell don’t need a dick like you to tell me otherwise!” You spat back at him as you grabbed your gear and got ready to leave him behind. You’d had enough of this; him attacking your abilities to do your job was the last drop.

“Excuse me?! What did you just call me?!” His teeth were gritted, his hands balled into fists, and his eyes looked like there was a lightning storm happening. You let out a breathy laugh and looked down, and when you were about to answer, he spat back at you. “Last time I checked, you’re still under my training until you leave this place,” Your smile didn’t falter as you answered him.

“Oh, right!” You looked up into the sky and pointed a finger at him. “Let me change that sentence for you, Your Highness. I sure as hell don’t need a dick like you to tell me otherwise, sir,” You continued, your eyes filled with defiance, and then you simply turned your back on him. You walked away before he could have a comeback at you.

‘Damn, this will bite me in my ass next time he sees me’. You hurried your way over to your recruits to get on with the day.

Castiel’s POV

Castiel was fuming from the moment she left. The last remark she had left him with caused a need to throw something. He shortly looked at the rifle on the table, and at the last minute decided that wasn’t going to bring him any satisfaction. ‘Who is she calling a dick?!’. He wasn’t about to take this defiance and reluctance from her. He was ending this, no matter what he had to do, he wouldn’t take it anymore. Matt could say whatever he wanted, but he was not continuing this mentorship anymore.

He was hastily walking with long strides towards the Major’s office. On his way, he passed the training grounds, and the sight made him pause for a second. No matter how angry he had made her, she didn’t show it to her recruits. She was strict and just the right amount of tough towards them and in their training.

“Allen, you can do better than that! Get your ass down from the air, this isn’t the airforce!” She yelled from in front of the troop, which earned her a laugh from the men and women in front of her. The recruit at the end of her demand adjusted and stood perfectly. Her eyes landed shortly on Castiel and immediately started pacing, and he was reminded of what he was doing.

He knocked hard on the door to the Major’s office, and he didn’t wait for an answer before entering. Two heads turned in his direction, and the Major put on a nice smile to the person in front of him.

“I’m sorry, Baker, it would seem Novak needs my attention,” Matt handed back the papers to Baker and excused him, before turning to Cas. “Well, come on inside, Castiel,” Matt continued, gesturing with his hand to sit in front of him.

“Oh, I won’t need to sit down for this,” Castiel gave a strict answer, his blood was starting to boil in his veins again, and his hands, once again, balled into fists. “I’ll get straight to the point. I’m not mentoring your little project anymore, Matt. I won’t stand it any longer. That defiant little brat of yours, yeah, she’s not much for listening,” he continued as his hands landed on the chair he stood behind, his knuckles turning white from gripping it so tightly.

“Cas, I can see your frustration, but neither do you seem to be,” Castiel looked puzzled at the major. “As I very vividly told you, I wasn’t asking, it’s an order and that’s the end of it,” Matt politely answered with his hands folded on the table. Cas was about to open his mouth, but Matt beat him to it. “Nah-ah, I won’t hear it. Besides, I never said it was going to be easy. There’s a reason she’s here and not with her platoon in Afghanistan,” He leaned back in his chair, hands still folded while playing with his thumbs.

Castiel was taken aback by the words that left his friend’s mouth. The words slowly landed in his mind.

“Wait, she was deployed before she came here last week?” He questioned and squinted his eyes. “Why was she sent home?” He continued his questions as he let go of the chair and stood tall.

“Why do I feel like I’m being cross-examined here?” Matt laughed a little at his friend’s behavior. “Besides, you know I can’t discuss these things with you. You don’t need that information to continue your mentorship with her, which you will Novak.” He finished with an implied order.

“Fine! But I won’t, in any way, be easy on her, so if she comes crying to you about it, you already know what to answer her!” Castiel answered with a promise as he turned towards the door.

“I never asked you to be Novak,” the Major smiled at him, accepting the underlying terms.

‘She is going to have a tough time later,’ he thought to himself as Castiel left the office.

Reader’s POV

You took a big bite out of the sandwich you were having for lunch, while you debated with yourself whether you should drop the workout you had planned for yourself. Castiel had been hard on you earlier, and honestly, you weren’t sure you had any more energy in the bank for it.

Your phone vibrated in your pocket, and even that you contemplated whether you wanted to answer or not.

‘Screw it’ you thought as you threw the sandwich on the plate and licked the dressing off of your fingers. You dug your phone out of your pocket and looked at the caller ID. A smile crept onto your lips. ‘Well, if this isn’t something to brighten up the day, I don’t know what is’.

“Caleb! Hi!” You smiled at the camera on your phone, only to realise it wasn’t only your best friend. “Oh my god, guys! You’re all here!” Your smile grew even bigger as you looked at all the faces that were looking back at you.

“Hi there, Sarge!” Everyone said in choir as they gave you a salute.

“You guys have no idea how much I needed this,” you answered them, and you somehow felt a rush of relief wash over you, as some of the stress left your body. You felt like you could finally breathe.

“You almost look more worn down than we do, Sarge,” Rodriguez butted in and it earned a laugh from you.

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it, Rodriguez. The past week has been crazy. I’m training recruits, I’m training sniper skills 24/7, and honestly, the “mentor” isn’t so nice. I have a terrible sleep schedule, because of him, so yeah, what fun it is to be back in the States,” You began rambling. It earned you a few apologetic looks from your platoon.

“Yeah, McCoy did mention something about sniper school,” Andrews answered to your complaint about the situation.

“Oh no no, not sniper school, I have earned the rights to a real-life legend in being a dick to teach me. I’m not saying he isn’t a brilliant sniper, he’s just horrible at anything else,” You shook your head at all the things Castiel had put you through the past week.

“Well, we’re all...” Andrews started, but his words were cut short by that deep, recognisable voice.

“Rookie, put your phone away, eat your lunch, and meet me at the shooting range in 15,” Your eyes darted up to meet his crystal blue ones. He stood tall right in front of you. His stare made your throat dry, and you had to swallow hard. A part of you knew it wasn’t only the voice and the glare that made you swallow hard. You wished you didn’t find him kind of intriguing and well, handsome.

“Yes, sir,” You answered dryly. He nodded and turned on his heels as he stalked away from you. Your eyes looked at him till he turned a corner and escaped your eyesight.

“Hey Y/L/N, are you still with us?” Caleb’s voice rang through to you.

“Huh? What?” You questioned as you stared a little confused back at your platoon. A few laughs escaped from your platoon.

“He - uh - seems like a bunch of fun, has he got something on you?” Henderson bid in only making you more confused about the whole situation. “You’re allowing him to call you a rookie, and get you to call him sir? That doesn’t seem like you, where’s our badass sergeant that doesn’t take shit from anyone?” He continued when your confused expression didn’t change.

“Oh that, no he - uh - he’s really just a dick, and I don’t, so shut up!” You replied with a little hand gesture in front of you and a shake of your head. “Well, guess I gotta go. It was nice to see you all again,” You smiled before waving goodbye to your friends and quickly finished your lunch. You wouldn’t want to be late, especially not after what you did earlier.

As you walked into the building, you were met by Castiel leaning on the wall, one foot pressed firmly onto the wall. The M21 Rifle was lying in the same spot as it had done the first lesson you had with Castiel. ‘Oh good, we’re shooting this time’. You tried to seem enthusiastic in your head, but you knew at some point a hammer would fall.

“Hello, Rookie,” Castiel started without looking up from the spot on the floor. You put down your jacket on the table, causing Castiel to look up at you. You shifted a little on your feet under his gaze. You, for once, let yourself look properly into those eyes. They were mesmerising. “Cat caught your tongue?” He continued when he didn’t get a reaction from you.

“No, sir,” You answered as you forced yourself to stand a little taller.

“Rookie, I didn’t appreciate what you did this morning, and you’re not going to be let off easy. We’re practicing long shots,” He pushed off the wall as his hand gestured to the other side of the room. He started walking towards the end of the range, and as you followed him, you looked back on the M21 rifle you had hoped to be lying by. “This here is an M24 rifle, my M24 rifle to be exact,” He continued, and you were wondering why you moved away from the other rifle when he didn’t think you could shoot properly. “And if you thought you were so lucky to be firing it, you’d be very, hmm… wrong. You’re a spotter today!” He finished as he looked at you. It seemed like he enjoyed the perplexed expression on your face because one side of his lips curved a little bit. “You’re going to be my spotter, and I have a, how to put it, certain way I want things.” His expression turned into one of smugness and seemingly a little bit of pride. ‘I knew it would bite me in my ass’. You felt your anger starting to bubble beneath the confused look. ‘I put this on myself. ’ You took a deep breath before answering him.

“Yes, sir. When do we begin?” You replied as controlled as you could. You sure as hell weren’t going to let him have the satisfaction of knowing how much it annoyed you.

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miz-chase · 8 months ago

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More Sniper AU? Yes I think so

After Jared gets locked up (brought to a safe house, questioned, forced to try to contact his brother, is mostly incredibly bored), there’s no point in avoiding Jared’s cases anymore. Brennan is not happy to see Booth, but gives him the file of [the case from Signs in the Silence]. For whatever reason, they weren’t able to get the child abuse case to stick, and so the deaf-mute girl was sent back to her abusive family. For obvious reasons, the case is personal to Brennan and it doesn’t take any work to convince Booth they’re a worthy target.

Booth disappears for a few weeks. News reports show the abusive parents are found dead and soon after, the Jeffersonian is able to help the little girl find her real parents.

Late one night, Booth turns up on Brennan’s doorstep with an armful of Chinese food. He wasn’t sure if she was vegetarian or vegan so he got a mix of both. She lets him in, a little guarded, and yet a little… she can’t quite put a finger on why it feels good to have him on her couch, watching the news and gesticulating with cheap wooden chopsticks. She puts up a front of being annoyed at his presence, but eventually offers him a beer. They watch the news together, him keeping an eye on if anything interesting is going on with the pursuit of the sniper.

Brennan kissed him first. It’s an impulse decision and she just goes with it. He’s not one to argue with a pretty lady. She drags him to bed and they get to know each other a little better.

it’s only later, in the dark, where she tells him that Jared had told her about his father. Booth tries to brush it off, but she pushes, like she does. They lapse into silence for a while, until it just bursts out of her. She tells him about her foster families. She tells him what they did to her. He doesn’t say anything, just lets her talk, running fingers along her scars under the sheets. He holds her close, she cries.

For a while, they fall into a steady rhythm. Booth disappears for days at a time, eventually turning up on her doorstep with takeout late at night. He may have lost his FBI contact (he refuses to use Brennan and her people, he’d never admit it but he has no faith in her ability to be stealthy or keep a secret), but he has an easy enough time hacking into local police files. Local child abusers fill his hit list just fine, especially given that they are lower profile and less likely to be suspected as his work. Could easily be domestic personal trouble, not the sniper everyone’s been talking about. Why would he go after such insignificant targets? Targets come and gone, seasons pass by. The FBI makes no headway on the case.

Only, without warning, Booth disappears for a few weeks, nearly a month. Brennan worries, watching the news, asking questions of the FBI, of Max. Had someone caught up with Booth? He eventually reappears, a little bedraggled, but apologetic and happy to see her. He doesn’t seem so worried about watching the news. He’s happy to distract her with things that are much more fun. It takes about a week, but it does happen. She’s fighting with him over the last egg rolls at the kitchen table, which rapidly turns into a chopstick fight, when a familiar name catches her ear.

She freezes, a deer in the headlights, a rabbit spotted by a wolf.

It’s the names of one of her foster families, all the way back in Illinois. She’s staring unseeingly at the tv, not processing the information. They thought at first it was a domestic shooting, but closer investigation revealed the killing shots came from a high-powered long-distance rifle, somewhere outside the house. The bullets had gone through the kitchen window late at night and no one had noticed. Links to the DC Sniper were being floated but investigations were ongoing.

Without a word, she shuts herself into her bedroom and barricades the door. He runs after her but just stands outside the door, not pushing in. He tries to reason with her, explain that their files were a mile long, she wasn’t the only child they had mistreated, the charges just never stuck. Didn’t she understand? She didn’t have to be afraid anymore. She doesn’t say a word.

They spend the night like that, Booth sleeping on the couch closest to her door.

Bones crime au aka The Reverse Broadsky

There's a sniper loose in DC who has a tendency to hit targets recently investigated by the FBI. Special Agent Jared Booth was put on the case but kept ending up in dead ends. Frustrated by the lack of progress, his boss FBI Assistant Director Hacker enlisted the Jeffersonian Institute's Medico-Legal Lab to aid the investigation. They worked with the remains, particulates, and other evidence to try and pin down the sniper, getting closer than ever before.

In another place, Seeley Booth was lining up the angle for the perfect shot. There's an apartment that just overlooks the falsely-exonerated criminal's home, and it didn't take much to break in. What Booth didn't plan for was the apartment being occupied in the middle of the day. Instead of an empty room, he found a woman with a nasty left hook who took quite an exception to him breaking into her place.

Seeley rolled with the hit and sent a little prayer up for remembering to keep his mask and hat on. Now's not the time to get sloppy. He's able to subdue her, gag & bind her, and lock her up in the bathroom so he could do his work in peace. It took a few hours of patient waiting (and ignoring the intermittent kicks at the bathroom door), but he got his perfect shot. It's quick work to pack up his rifle and get his ass out of there before anyone notices something's amiss. He was a gentleman, though, and unlocked the bathroom and dropped a knife beside the absolutely furious woman. Pretty blue eyes glared daggers at him, but he figured with a mask, a hat, and a bulky jacket, there's not much to see. He took off, not realizing he'd made a huge mistake.

Temperance Brennan was furious. After a decade of personal defense training, being pinned and shushed like she was just a child throwing a tantrum was beyond the pale. And for it to be the very man they were hunting for in the lab? Completely unacceptable. As soon as she's able to free herself, she's on the phone with Jared, getting the apartment scoured top-to-bottom for evidence. Security cameras yielded nothing of value, the man clearly an expert. What he didn't account for was the fact that she was an expert, too.

Working with Angela and her own exceptional memory, Brennan was able to sculpt his likeness. It took a lot of tweaking from Angela and back-and-forthing, but they're able to pull together a decent likeness. Paired against the military records of advanced snipers, there's only one close match: Sergeant Major Seeley Booth.

Suddenly Special Agent Jared Booth's lack of progress on the case didn't seem so much like an accident. It all of a sudden became very remarkable that, while all the sniper victims were from FBI cases, not a single one included Jared's cases. Without explanation, a new agent was assigned to the Jeffersonian and Jared isn't seen again.

Seeley Booth was used to dodging the FBI. He'd been doing it for years now. Admittedly, having his face blasted across every news station was a new and exciting wrinkle to his efforts, but he could lay low. What he's not used to is attracting the attention of local lowlife Max Keenan, who turned up in Booth's garage hidey-hole one night. Now, Keenan doesn't sink so low as to report him to the feds, but he does have a word or two to say about putting his daughter in danger. With a few friendly threats, Keenan suggested Booth could make things right by dealing with a certain Robert Kirby.

Always a good man for taking orders, Booth doesn't ask questions. He just gets the job done. He really shoulda laid low, though, because on his way out of his sniper's perch, a cop recognizes him. Booth took a nasty shot to the hip before he's able to disappear into an alleyway and lose the tail.

He did his best to zigzag his way through the city, leaving no obvious trail to follow. Unintentionally or not, he realized he's wound his way back to the damn apartment where all this mess started. It's a stupid idea but he's losing blood at an alarming rate. He climbed up the back balcony, slipping in through the sliding door, pistol in hand.

Out in the living room, she wasn't facing him when he creeped in.

"Temperance, right?" His voice was low.

She jumped, spinning around, whipping her phone out.

"Easy, easy. Just drop the phone and everything will be alright." He gestured with the gun from her hand to the floor. She dropped the phone with a clatter. Her eyes were big and wide, hands raised in surrender.

"What do you want?" There's a quaver to her voice but she held herself upright with a steel spine.

"I just need a quick favor, that's all. I swear I'm not gonna hurt you."

"You're pointing a gun at me."

"Yeah, cause I know if I don't, you're gonna try to kung foo my ass again."

"Judo." She squinted at him disapprovingly.

"Whatever." He's starting to feel dizzy. That was not great. "Y'got a first aid kit or something?"

Her scowl deepened. "Why should I help you?"

"I got shot doing your father a favor." She flinched at that.

"I don't owe him anything. He's a criminal."

"Yeah, well, here we are anyway. Just... all I need is some gauze and a hand, alright?"

"I could wait you out until you pass out." She jutted her chin up in a stubborn glare.

"I'd really rather you didn't." He gestured with the gun towards the kitchen sink and, reluctantly, she moved that way. "You must have a first-aid kit around here somewhere. You seem the type."

"'The type'?"

"Yeah. Girl scout. Over-prepared."

She knelt, pulling a box with a big red cross on it from under the sink. Brennan plopped it on the table in front of him, crossed her arms, and glared.

"I'm not going to help you."

"Please don't make this difficult?" He gestured with the gun at the plastic box, but she didn't move.

"If you shoot me, everyone in this building will hear it." Her petulant frown dared him to try.

"Yeah, and if I knock you out, my life will be much easier, but that big ole brain of yours isn't really going to appreciate the damage." Her scowl deepened.

With every move clearly telegraphing her disapproval, she set to work putting him back into one piece. She roughly tugged his t-shirt up, revealing a bloody mess. His gut flinched as her hands traced over scarred bare skin. Capable hands harshly pulled padding and gauze around his middle, covering the wound. He hissed in pain as she pressed down firmly, probably firmer than she really needed to. Still, it was good enough. It would do.

She sank back down into one of the kitchen chairs, still glaring at him with arms re-crossed. Booth collected himself pulling his shirt back down with a grimace and smoothing his hand over the bandaged wound. He gave her a long, considering look.

"What would you do if I needed to rest here a while?"

"Call 911." Her look was all grumpy disapproval.

He exhaled a frustrated sigh. "Have you considered not being a pain in the ass?"

"Why in the hell should I help you?" There was disgust in her voice.

"I did take care of your good friend, Heather Taffet."

"The judge was... 'taking care' of her just fine. Legally."

"They were going to let her get off. Everyone knew it."

"Well, now we will never know if that's true or not."

"So that's it then, complete and utter faith in the judicial system? The system that lets criminals go and jails innocent people?"

"It's not faith." She apparently didn't like that word any more than she liked him. "My job hinges on adhering to the logics of evidentiary proof, allowing a jury to deliver correct verdicts in the court of law." She regarded him with a sneer. "Society cannot function with arbitrary, extra-judicial killings as a means of providing justice."

"And police shooting up anyone they feel like is different because...?"

She scowled. "Police reform is not under my purview. Evidence, and its use within the justice system are my only responsibility."

"So the fact that I pick my target utilizing evidence you personally compiled means....?"

That earned him a death glare. "The quality of my work does not excuse appointing yourself judge, jury, and executioner." She huffed. "You're no better than my father."

"If the person with the better lawyer always wins, rather than the better evidence, then--"

"I am done speaking justice theory with you. Sleep on the couch, clearly my opinion has no bearing on the matter. I am going to sleep." She shoved past him, stormed into her bedroom, and shut & locked the door.

Alone in the empty kitchen of a stranger, Booth pondered his next move. What were the chances that she would climb down three floors of balconies to escape? It wasn't impossible, but it wasn't easy either. Probably she'd stay where she was. Picking her phone off the ground, he scrolled through her texts until he found Max.

It's done. Took a hit. Laying low here. She's pissed but fine, Booth typed and sent off the text. Max wouldn't be pleased, but this meant the old criminal would be stopping by in no time.

Taking the lady's advice, Booth laid himself out on the couch and dozed off. Hopefully when he woke up, it would be to Max with a back alley surgeon, not the bone lady whacking him in the face with a frying pan. Hopefully.

#bones tv #booth x brennan #Sniper au #There’s a lot of snappy dialogue that goes with this but I wanted to sketch some bare bones before bed #bones au

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