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[had this idea of years of nick getting drunk on absinthe and I finally got around to writing it, read on a03 here]

The first shot was a warning that he didn’t take heed of.

The second shot, he was still getting used to the pull.

The third shot had settled his nerves enough to stop looking over his shoulder.

The fourth shot, he stops counting.

The bar is filled and empty at the same time. There’s empty barstools on either side of him yet he feels confined. The music is too loud, but not loud enough to drown out the chatting, yelling, crying, screaming voices swirling like the finger that traces the ring of the shot glass in front of him. Its color glows under the spotlight hanging above his head. He feels nauseous, his vision’s focus going in and out, he just wants to get up and move, yet he’s glued to the spot. He has to kick his feet to avoid them from numbing like the tips of his fingers that feel like they’re expanding; he can feel the warmth in his cheeks and gladly welcomes the cold gusts of air that enter with new occupants as if on a schedule.

He’s thinking of fans and similar connections when the seat next to him is suddenly occupied.

The man doesn’t seem impressed when Nick downs his shot before turning to address him.

“Whaddya doin’ here?” Nick drawls in a slow blinking slur, jabbing a finger at Warrick that misses and he nearly falls off the stool.

“Having a drink…with my friend.”

Warrick sits him up, gripping his shoulders until he’s steady and not about to fall backwards. The corner of Nick’s mouth twitches up to a smile, before he bites down on his lower lip, and waves a hand to grab the next shot.

“What’s your poison tonight anyway?”

“Absent—absith—aaaaabsinthe!” Nick struggles to pronounce as he gleefully downs another shot. He snaps his fingers at the bartender to fill him up. The bartender’s paid off not to judge while Nick slides more bills towards the man who pours from a depleted bottle that catches Warrick’s eye.

“You’ve downed half a bottle?!”

“Not by mahself…tha’ douche—blech—bag over there had the first sip…” Nick thumbs behind him.

“Nobody’s there, man,” Warrick chuckles. “Well it’s a good thing I came to find you, cause you sure as hell ain’t getting home like this.”

“No pointin’ going home. Jus’ gonna sit there and watch some di-hic-ck-documentree ‘bout birds.”

“You’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”

“...Yeah.”

Warrick pulls the bottle from over the counter to look closer at the alcohol content.

“You should be dead from drinkin’ this much, man,” Warrick shakes his head.

“I sood be dead, period,” Nick burps. “Use’ta drink lotsa…shining moon?”

“Moonshine?”

“That! My brothers dared me that I couldn’t…fuckin’ showed them.”

“Yo!” Warrick beckons over to the bartender, getting his own shot dealt to him.

“You sure ‘bout that?” Nick giggles.

“If you’re going down tonight, I’m goin’ down with you. We’ll get a taxi, or…something.”

“Whatta bout Tina?”

“She’s working,” Warrick shrugs off. He slides his shot glass over to clink against Nick’s new one. “Bottoms up.”

The pair swallow without tasting, Warrick coughs as every single orifice in his body burns, and his mouth fights against the harsh taste with a hacking cough.

“Whooooooo!” Warrick whistles out with a final clear of his throat and a fist to his chest. “This shit don’t play.”

“It dozen’t,” Nick mutters. He wipes his face, and seems to put on a new one. “S’all good, man.”

“You sure you’re alright, there?”

“Huh?”

“What brought you here?” Warrick gently nudges Nick.

“Can’t sleep,” Nick admits thickly.

“Not surprised,” Sara’s voice emerges from a new gust of cool air, floating around him, behind him, next to him.

“Know it’s funny? I hate the color green now. Can’t even…shut my damn eyes without seein’ it…”

Nick gulps and swallows the next shot hard. He licks his lips, eyes unfocused as he continues,

“A-and when I do, I just cuh-can’t breathe,” Nick holds a hand out in front of him, waving as if trying to pull air out of his body. “But drinkin…drinkin this almost makes it go away.”

Sara squeezes Nick’s shoulder. The lights start to dim, and he starts to breathe easier.

“Almost?”

“I told him, Sar. I told Gil’som it’s o-over…”

“And it’s not?”

Nick shakes his head, and buries it into his arm on the bar. His body rises and falls in rapid succession. Warrick shields him with an arm over his back.

“She shouldn’ta died, I shoulda helped! She was gonna turn her life around…become a hair dressssser…”

Sara and Warrick exchange confused looks, knowing that Kelly’s history wouldn’t lead to her becoming a beautician, but rather, a botanist if anything.

“I just stood there and…watched.”

Nick slams down another shot, hitting the glass on the bar with more force than before.

“Is that what y’all did? Just grabbed some popcorn and watched the ‘Nick Stokes Must Suffer’ sold out show?

“Nick, that’s not—

“Even when I shopped—shot the light? Well…it ain’t easy you know! Being green like that.”

He drunkenly laughs to himself, before changing his tone and even breaking out a tune,

“It ain’t easy being greeeeeeen…”

“That’s it, bro, you’re cut off,” Warrick laughs as Sara nearly cries from her own laughter.

“Nooooooo, it seems you blendin’...with so many otter things…” Nick continues, in blissful ignorance of the laughs of the bar, the judging looks of those who have no nostalgia with the tune, of Warrick and Sara wordlessly communicating paying for Nick’s tab.

“And many people tend to…” Nick’s voice hitches. He remembers the feeling. Being passed over. Warrick walking away. Dirt falling on top of him.

He reaches for the remainder of the bottle while the tender is busy. He can feel his arms get held back but he’s strong enough to break through them.

“Cuz you’re not standing out like flashy SPARKLES in the watah…” Nick pointedly sings at Warrick with a gross belch, after a long chug straight from the source.

“Nick, c’mon, man,” Warrick shakes his head, reaching for the bottle that Nick swipes away from his reach with such speed that some of it splashes out.

“Or…or………fuck what was the line?”

In Nick’s distraction, Sara manages to grab the bottle, and Warrick manages to grab Nick.

“Stars in the sky…” Nick gasps with wonder as he’s nearly dragged out of the bar. “So…pretty…”

“You gotta drive,” Warrick tells Sara. “I took a shot with him. I owe ya.”

“Bring me some coffee tomorrow and we’ll call it even,” Sara smiles. She helps lift Nick on the other side when she sees Warrick trip over his own foot.

“Tomorrow’s already here,” Warrick laughs.

“It could make you wonder why…wonder why…why wonder…why me?” Nick’s singing is mostly intelligible, but his crisis is clear.

“It’s alright, buddy,” Warrick whispers to him. “Going home now.”

Why me and not them? Why did they all die? Why did I live?

But all that comes out of Nick’s mouth, before the first of many retches of burning bile, is the last part of the song he could remember:

“I’m green. And I’ll do fine…”

Because the green never left. It’s still behind his eyes that close into a merciful, but uneasy slumber.

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He wakes up in his own bed, his waking mind filling him in with each blink. Being lifted and dragged out of the bar. Being sat in the backseat of the car and strapped in. Leaning against Warrick’s shoulder. A conversation without him, about him—

“I heard Kelly Gordon was a suspect.”

The car stops, his head rolls and falls against the window. His forehead’s already throbbing but the cool glass is unsympathetic.

“Who told you that?”

They start moving again, he holds a hand out to stop himself from falling forward.

“Gil.”

He wants to throw up.

“Yeah, Cath said she talked to him about it.”

He wants to tell them to stop the car again. Go slower.

“Wish he would have talked to us…”

He’s trying.

Not hard enough.

He sits up, a head rush tracing how his body had fallen back as gently as it could be. He can feel a throb in his temples as if he had hit something hard though there’s nothing but free air ahead of him. He spots the cup of water and pills on his bedside table, or at least, the blurred outline of such until he puts on his glasses which don’t seem to help the sickening motion. He breathes deep, reminds himself to go slow. Take it easy.

After a few minutes swearing to himself he’ll never drink again for the hundredth time in his life, Nick manages to get off his bed and stumbles towards the bathroom, before his heart leaps, seeing someone laying on his couch, made worse when he hears his front door open.

He quickly hides himself in the bathroom; cursing to himself that he didn’t just go back to his bedroom, get the back-up gun stashed in the table under the now empty glass and absent painkillers. He finds himself cowering between his toilet and the counter connected to the sink and feels so stupid, so embarrassed. Why did he drink so much last night, is this really his home? Did he take a girl home with him and is she going to be murdered and he be framed like with Kristy? Did someone follow him home, is he being robbed?

He hears distant voices, crinkling paper. He readies himself with a raised foot, not that it worked out well for him last time.

But it’s Warrick’s voice that accompanies a gentle knock, and a wave of relief washes over him like the cold water he splashes onto his face moments later.

He remembers now, the last thing that was said to him before he was laid to rest.

“We’ll be here when you wake up.”

“You doing okay, buddy?”

“Alive,” he croaks. Something else wants to come up with his words. “I’ll…I’ll be right out.”

It comes out his mouth first, he leverages against the counter before collapsing onto the seat. Part of him just wants to sit there for the rest of the day. But he feels cold. He’s sweating. He’s hungry. He’s not necessarily thirsty but could go for something to salve the scratches on the lining of his throat.

He staggers into his living room, can’t help the soft smile when he sees Sara and Warrick at his table that’s usually not so occupied. His stacks of mail and books are replaced with greasy bags of food and the salvation of coffee—with sugars based on the empty packets wedged beneath the cup staged for him—a wave of nostalgia hits him; remembering similar mornings in the dorm after wild parties gathered with frat brothers, remembering seeing his family around the table back at the ranch.

Remembering how all of them, as a team made whole again, go out for breakfast at least once a month now. Together.

“How you feeling, Kermit?”

“What?” Nick’s eyes flutter after a stretched yawn. His nose tingles with the stench of sweaty clothes, and gross stains of stomach fluids on his own.

“Don’t remember your little concert last night?” Sara smirks above her steaming cup of coffee.

Nick scrunches his face in confusion before it spreads out into a regretful, shocked realization.

“Oh my god,” he cups a hand over his mouth.

“Those pipes of yours are still clean, dawg, I thought it was pretty good.”

“Well…you’re sure as hell ain’t getting an encore,” he grumbles with the tearing of the greasy paper. The smell doesn’t help with the threatening storm in his stomach, but the roar of hunger is louder. His mouth is already watering.

“Y’all sleep okay?” he asks quietly as they all begin eating.

“Slept enough,” Sara shrugs with that tone that tells him that she did not, in fact, sleep enough, further evidenced by a long stretching yawn.

“I told you to take the spare,” Warrick points at her.

“You wouldn’t have fit on the couch.”

“You guys didn’t have to stay over,” Nick chimes in.

“No, but we wanted to make sure you’d be alive this morning.”

“Don’t think I’ve drank so much since my frat days.”

“Seriously, Nicky. I want you to answer me, are you okay?”

Nick gulps, hiding his unease while nonchalantly eating his breakfast sandwich. And maybe it’s the carelessness with his heart as he’s focusing on repairing his stomach and head, that he answers out of left field with an uncharacteristic admittance:

“What would you say if I wasn’t?”

“I’d say…let’s talk it out.”

“We never do that,” Nick smiles humorlessly. “Why start now?”

“Because life is short, and more than insects ate you alive down there.”

“This some sort of intervention?” he laughs.

“It’s not, we just…want to hear how you’re feeling,” Sara tells him. He pauses again, leaning back, not meeting their gaze until he can swallow his pride—and his mouthful of eggs, cheese, bacon and sausage underneath thick blankets of bread. Though his arteries are just as equally protesting like his stomach and his brain is telling him not to do it, his heart opens up. It’s the least he can do to owe them for taking care of him last night. And always.

“I…meant what I said last night. About me being dead. And I still just, y’all, I just don’t get it. Why did I live and that…family, and that lawyer die?”

“You don’t give up so easily.”

“I almost did,” Nick points out. “Couple of times. Times y’all didn’t see. And the…the two times you saw,” he adds with a point to Warrick.

“You could have pulled that trigger the second you woke up, and you didn’t.”

“Would you have?”

Warrick meets his eyes with a tight nod. Nick looks over at Sara, who can’t even bear to look at either of them.

“That’s…that’s bullshit. Y’all are far stronger than I am.”

“It’s not a competition,” Sara reminds him.

“And it wasn’t…I’m-I’m not…that, you know? Don’t…believe in it, I guess. Except when it just seemed so…”

“Helpless,” Warrick finishes. “Is that how you felt with Gordon?”

Nick spreads his lips in a humorless smile. He stands up, suddenly losing his appetite.

“I could have saved her. I could have been…”

His mouth gapes open and he shakes his head with a disbelieving laugh.

“She asked…she asked if I cared why she did it. I told her it didn’t matter, cause she was just gonna go back to her prison cell having wasted the second chance that I…I damn near begged her not to take it with her.”

Like I did, he adds in a private thought.

“It’s not your fault that she did.”

“Still I could have…I should have…”

“You can’t do that to yourself, man. This job will tear you apart if you go down that road.”

“I know, I know,” Nick winces. “But I…I heard what y’all said last night.”

“About what?”

“Not tellin’ about what was going on. And I’m sorry, I was just…it was just a rough…there’s really no excuse.”

“It opened old wounds, happens to the best of us,” Warrick shrugs off but Nick shakes his head, pinches his nose between his thumb and forefinger before dropping what he now realizes is a wholly unexpected revelation to his two friends.

“There was another voice on that tape.”

“What?”

“I don’t know how they got a hold of it, but Grissom logged it. Archie analyzed it. It flew over my head when I first heard it, there was this…thing that Gordon said at the end, it wasn’t meant for me. The lawyer that Kelly killed was an accomplice and what…what’s even worse is that I don’t even know what her part was in all of it, you know?”

He suddenly feels nauseous again. He thinks about darting to the bathroom again. Maybe he’s still drunk, he thinks, as he continues to rattle off his thoughts and feelings.

“And I thought…I thought it was Kelly at first. Thought that, maybe her father did visit her to record the tape, and then spent months planning my…And then when it was over and I went and visited her, when she visited me—”

“She visited you?” Sara interrupts. “When?”

“Doesn’t matter now,” Nick waves off in a cruel echo of his own words. “It just felt like another betrayal. Y’all warned me before to be careful with this…damn empathy I keep havin’, holdin’ their hand,” he looks at Warrick, “Pouring out my soul to anybody who’ll listen in hopes that it’ll make them feel better…”

“Or myself,” he adds with an acknowledging look to Sara.

“That’s not…it’s really not a bad thing,” Sara tries to argue. “In…small doses.”

Nick sits back down, wipes his face before he speaks again.

“It just…damn, it just hurt so much. I didn’t know if y’all knew about it or not. And judgin’ by the way you guys took it, I see now that y’all didn’t. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t gotta be sorry for that, man. Would have felt the same way.”

“I’m sure he just hid it to protect you,” Sara tries to reconcile and Nick scoffs.

“Protect me from what?”

“You’re paranoid enough as it is!” Warrick chuckles without joy behind it. “I could just see how you’d be acting, thinking that someone else was going to come and finish the job.”

“Crane was years ago.”

“Is that why you sleep with a gun in your nightstand?”

Nick can’t argue against that.

“But…they’re all dead now, anyway,” Nick waves off, and continues eating his sandwich. “Dead and buried for good.”

“And you’re not,” Sara reminds him pointedly. “You’re not buried anymore, Nick.”

“So, just like that, it’s over, huh?” Nick echoes a previous sentiment that still leaves a sour taste in his mouth. Too sour. He’s going to vomit.

He doesn’t let either of his friends respond, running to the bathroom and nearly running into the wall on the way there.

He lingers above the bowl. Practically hugging it since it feels like more is just going to spill out any second. Maybe it was the mention of Crane that triggers it, but he suddenly thinks of his prom date. Suddenly thinks of Jane Galloway. Wrong place, wrong time. What if she had lived through Crane? What if she ended up like Kelly, trapped in a similar cycle for vengeance, would she have taken out Crane? Would he have been able to stop her?

Would he have been able to help her finish the job?

Would he have helped Kelly, if he knew what she was doing before she did it?

After what feels like an eternity, Nick finds the strength to return to the table, where Warrick and Sara still waited for him.

“It’s not over that quickly. Even for you,” Sara continues as if he hadn’t even left.

“I know,” Nick admits. “But…but just…”

His voice cracks. He hates it. He hates the burning sensation returning to his eyes. Hates the tightness of his chest. Hates the answerless questions going through his mind, spoken by faceless voices and dead eyes.

“I wish it could be. Just a-a switch to flip off or somethin’. Maybe I should have left it all in the ground with all the other…stuff that was lost down there.”

Warrick and Sara remain silent as tears start to stream down Nick’s face. They got through the cracks that they were trying so hard to pry open. He wants to ask them if it’s worth it.

“I just wish it was easy. To keep…living through everything that—“

His words are lost to a choked cry for help that he never likes to admit he needs. To talk about his feelings like this, it somehow makes him feel weak. Small. Insignificant.

Just like he felt underground.

“It’s not a weight you have to carry alone, Nicky,” Warrick says in a low, comforting voice. He feels Sara touch his shoulder. Feels Warrick grab his hand. Feels their bodies close in on him, containing his heaving body. Two pillars of strength that never falter, never let him down. “We got you. We got you.”

#csi fic #nick stokes #warrick brown #sara sidle #nick and sara #warnick #csi 5x24 #csi 6x12 #mk.fic #mk.op #drunk!nick stokes #sorry i like to see you suffer nick

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frostysfrenzy · 2 years

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Sofia Curtis in Every Episode: 6x12 Daddy's Little Girl

"Well I wasn't sure if I should call it in as a 419 or a 401 A"

#csi #sofia curtis #louise lombard #csi 6x12 #sofia every ep

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dl-2021 · 2 years

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Italian flag in Danny's locker! can anyone figure out what those pictures are? 🤔

edit: thanks for checking @buckybarnesss. i guess we'll never know. i still like the little detail with the italian flag next to "NY"

#csi: ny #csi ny #danny messer #s6 #6x12 criminal justice #i know the quality sucks and it's not easy to pause this at the right moment #unfortunately

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nade2308 · 4 years

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As for this one, I found the template first and I just knew I would use it for the Nick screenshot I took from 6x12.

Ever since I watched the episode, it was clear for me I wanted this exact moment captured. And what a better way to showcase Nick's turmoil than the rainbow vs the storm in the background?

#nick stokes #george eads #csi #crime scene investigation #csi las vegas #6x12 #my edit

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barryallenis · 4 years

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tbh i was beginning to forget barry was a csi and I think he was too

#its been so long since theyve shown him doing csi work #the flash #6x12

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shirtlesssammy · 3 years

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6x12: Like a Virgin

Then:

Soulless Sam is something else

Now:

A couple is enjoying a nice little chartered flight through an extreme thunderstorm. The woman starts to have a panic attack when she thinks she sees something large fly by the plane. She closes her eyes to relax when the man is snatched from the plane. This does nothing for her panic attack.

At Bobby’s, Cas comes out of the safe room, having just confirmed that Sam’s soul is in place. Dean asks if Sam will ever wake up.

Cas has zero patience with the situation. He doesn’t think putting Sam’s soul back was a good idea. Cas felt Sam’s soul --and believes if Dean wanted to kill his brother, he should have just done it outright. He says this all standing two inches away from Dean and then flaps away in the dramatic fashion of the time.

For Why the Fuck Not Science:

Bobby pours Dean a glass of whiskey and shows him a potential job. It seems that while the man in the plane was found 17 miles away from the crash site, the woman was never recovered.

Sam’s awake!

He doesn’t remember anything past Stull Cemetery. Dean tells Sam that he’s been back a year and half. And that it’s totally fine he doesn’t remember anything. He tells him nothing more.

Bobby’s working on a car later and Dean joins him with a couple of beers. Bobby has some reservations about Sam considering he tried to kill Bobby ten days prior. He doesn’t think they should tell him everything either. Dean insists they leave it be. They don’t want the wall to crumble.

Bobby and Dean are just about to head out on the place case when Sam pops up, ready to join. Bobby bails, leaving Dean and Sam to head out alone.

Sam does research on the way and they discover that two other young women disappeared in the past week.

Sam then asks Dean why he didn’t try to live a life “after.” Awkward. Dean admits to living with Lisa and Ben for a year, but, “it didn’t work out.” Cue cranking the music.

The next day they take a look around the plane -lady’s room. Her friend explains that she was terrified of the plane but was just getting serious with the dude and didn’t want to appear uninterested. Back at the motel, Sam notes that the other missing women were “good girls”, and Dean whips out Penny’s diary with a theory.

Sam can’t believe that Dean would steal the diary, and Dean is happy that Sam has a moral compass again. Dean reads from the diary: He thinks these women were all virgins.

Outside a Catholic school, a student walks home alone in the dark. She hears a crackle of leaves and then the wind picks up, and before you know it, she’s on the ground screaming into the camera.

Sam and Dean are later interviewing Melissa in the hospital. She tells them that something that looked like a giant bat attacked her. She’s got two giant gashes on her back and she’s missing her purity ring. Dean puts it together and wonders if she should have been wearing that ring at all. But let’s look on the bright side, she’s saved because she lied.

This all leads to the question: “What likes virgins and gold?”

Sam’s research leads him to World of Warcraft websites --and dragons. Dean doesn’t want to dismiss the idea and calls Bobby to get a second opinion. Bobby’s opinion is this: “They’re not like the Loch Ness Monster, Dean. Dragons aren’t real.” He’ll look into it though.

The brothers continue their research. Bobby calls with a lead: Dr. Visyak, Medieval Studies, SFU. Dean’s heading out, but not before dropping a thousand more nerdy pop culture dragon references --and then calls Sam a nerd before leaving. Gotta love that posturing boy.

Somewhere dank and steamy and cagey, all the missing people struggle to escape. As we watch, a new woman is added to the prison by a gruff, angry man. He melts the cage shut with his hand.

Dean pulls up outside Dr. Visyak’s home.

For Excellent Shot Science:

“Bobby Singer sent me” turn out to be the magic words. A beautiful woman opens the door and lets him in. She and Bobby share a History, capital H. Dean asks her about dragons (in the context of 12 sided dice DEAN YOU NERD ILU). Visyak tells him that there aren’t dragons anymore - not for 700 years. To kill a dragon, he needs a blade.

He needs a blade forged with dragon’s blood and they are SUPER RARE. Fortunately, she happens to have a dragon-forged sword in the basement. She walks him down to meet Brunswick. Her favorite sword is currently embedded in a stone.

Dean tries to pull the sword from the stone as glorious, crescendoing music fills the scene. He strains, and he makes faces and pratfalls and generally reminds us that Jensen Ackles should be in more comedy. Ultimately, he fails.

At the motel, Sam methodically works on his CSI wall collage, pinning victim photos to a map. He takes a break from découpage to talk to Bobby. While dragons lair in caves, there are no natural caves nearby. Instead, they locate old subway lines and sewers. Sam deviates from the case to ask Bobby why he’s being so weird. Bobby insists that nOTHinG is wRoNG.

Sam prays to Cas. “I’m back, so if you got a minute…” Cas flaps in and goes in for a hug. A HUG. a hug.

Sam DENIES the hug. Instead, Sam tells Cas that Bobby filled him in on everything that happened. Cas, bless that sweet clueless angel, takes that at face value and spills everything. He asks Sam how it feels to have his soul back. Sam takes this all VERY WELL, and continues to interrogate Cas for all the details.

Dean heads down to Dr. Visyak’s basement to blow up the rock with some strategically placed explosives. There’s a huge explosion and when they re-enter the basement vault, the rock is cracked perfectly! Dean goes to pull out the sword but…

DEAN. BEAN.

Sam and Dean head out to the sewer system to find the dragon, broken sword in tow. They’re about to give up when they find a pile of gold. Dean grabs a handful of it like a good PRACTICAL LAD and shoves it into his pocket. They follow the sound of shouting until they locate the imprisoned ladies. The dragon confronts them, Dean claims he got the sword from Comic Con, and fighting ensues. The sword clatters into a grate and Dean’s arm isn’t quiiiite long enough to reach it. Sam can, though! As Dean confronts dragon number two, Sam takes out the dragon threatening Dean. The first dragon escapes in a rush of wind.

Back at Bobby’s, Dean ecstatically picks through his rescued dragon’s hoard.

Sam sits down and offers a heartfelt apology for all the shit that went down while he was soulless. WHERPS. They debate whether soulless Sam was actually Sam or...what.

Sam wraps himself up in his guilt blanket and presses Dean for details so he can make amends. They’re interrupted by Bobby who’s dropping a new chunk of lore. The dragons didn’t just leave a pile of gold behind. They also left ancient books with instructions for how to open a doorway to Purgatory. Intercut with this are scenes of the original dragon. He meets up with another shady character and together they force one young woman to a cliff in a cave. They read an incantation and the cave glows. They toss their sacrificial victim into the cave. KABOOM CRASH something emerges from Purgatory. It’s…...pause for dramatic effect…..the mother of all monsters.

Natasha: It is INSANE to me that there exists not one but two episodes centering on missing “virgins” in this show. INSANE. Also, why does a mother require a “virginal” vessel? SMH derivative storytelling, friends. That said, I enjoy this episode anyway for its comedic moments.

The Quote in the Stone:

Being easy is pretty much all up side

Binding sword to stone used to be all the rage

You rocks think you’re so smart

Who doesn’t love sewers?

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#spn recap #dean winchester #sam winchester #castiel #cas #bobby singer #spn 6x12 #like a virgin #supernatural season 6

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waseschaposts · 5 years

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CSI: Crime Scene Investigation 6x12 "Daddy's Little Girl"

★★★★★★★☆☆☆

#trakt

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thewhumpproject · 7 years

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Crime Shows Whump Catalogue (WIP)

Crime/Cop/Detective/Investigative dramas/whodunnits/Murder mysteries/whatever you want to call them. Incomplete and will be updated as I write it all up.

NCIS - DiNozzo:

Found this halfway through making this list. Goes as far as 8x15. Has every little thing [x]

1x20 – Drugged, kidnapped

2x22 – Plague

2x23 – Still lowkey weak from Plague, gets almost blown up and ‘collapses’, continues to need rest

3x08 – Tied to a chair (w/ Ziva) and punched

3x12 – ‘Shot’ (scratched) in arm

3x16 – Injures ankle

3x23 – Bloody nose

4x04 – Knocked out

6x24 – Fight, breaks arm

6x25 – Still has broken arm, gets tackled by Ziva

9x01 – Shot in head, amnesia

10x21/22 – Car crash, unconscious, cut nose (Ziva hurt more these eps)

NCIS: LA – G. Callen:

[NCIS 6x23] – Shot multiple times

1x08 - Hit over head/‘concussion’

4x01 – Captured, beaten

4x20 - Poisoned

5x04 – Thrown/knocked out by explosion

6x12 – Exposed to ‘deadly’ virus

7x01- Tased (tasered? Shot with a Taser? ...Mildly electrocuted)

8x24 - Shot in vest

NCIS: NOLA – Christopher Lasalle

1x15 – Gassed/high

1x22 – Shocky (emotionally)

2x02 – Shot in Kevlar

JAG – Harmon Rabb:

1x20 – Captured, tied up, drugged, interrogated

2x03 – Head injury, blinded

2x13 – Hit by car, nasty gash, ligament damage, slight concussion

2x14 – Knocked out, hits head again

3x01 – Deteriorating concussion

4x01 – [After ejecting from plane, wakes up in a tree] Knocked out

7x01 – Head injury, severely hypothermic, amnesia

9x01 – Knocked out in plane crash, head injury

Criminal Minds – Spencer Reid:

An in-depth breakdown [x]

1x06 – Hostage, kicked

2x15 – Kidnap, torture, drugged (begins drug addiction arc)

4x24 – Anthrax

5x01 – Shot in leg (covers actor’s own injury) on crutches in further episodes

6x12 – Headaches (storyarc that sort of fizzles out)

9x23 – Shot in neck

Derek Morgan:

4x18 – Tackled through window, knocked out

5x23 – Knocked out, tied up

9x23 – Shot in arm

11x16 – [11x15, drugged and kidnapped] drugged, tortured, chemical burns

Chicago PD – Antonio Dawson:

[Chicago Fire 1x13 – shot. 1x14 – Shooting aftermath]

1x13 – Shot

1x14 – Shooting aftermath, hospital

Jay Halstead:

3x01 - Torture

CSI:NY – Don Flack

2x24 – Explosion

6x08 - Beaten up

Mac Taylor:

4x10 - Knocked out, drugged, kidnapped

8x18 - Shot

Danny Messer:

6x01 - Shot

CSI (Las Vegas) – Nick Stokes:

2x19 – Pushed out window

5x25 – Buried alive

Greg Sanders:

3x22 - Caught in explosion, hospital

7x04 – Beaten up

Numb3rs - Don Eppes

1x02 - Shot

2x24 - Drugged

5x20 - Stabbed

Hawaii 5-0 – Steve McGarrett:

1x01 - Fight

1x20 – Falls off cliff, head injury, broken arm

2x01 – Stabbed, collapses off-screen

2x10 – Captured, tortured

2x16 – Hit by car

4x08 – Shot in arm

4x19 – Trapped in building collapse

4x21 – Captured, beaten, tortured

5x01 – Shot in leg

5x07 – Gassed, drugged, tortured

5x13 – Car crash

6x06 – Fight

6x17 - Gassed

6x25 – Shot on a plane

7x01 – Continuing issues from liver transplant

7x04 – Stabbed (but apaaaarently he’s too tough for being stabbed in the back with a kitchen knife to do more than be momentarily inconvenienced)

7x25 - Peaky, turns out he has radiation poisoning

Danny Williams:

1x01 – Bullet grazed arm

1x23 – Sarin poisoning

3x10 - Shot

4x19 – Trapped in building collapse, impaled

5x16 - Stabbed

6x17 - Gassed

6x25 – Donates some liver

Lethal Weapon – Martin Riggs:

[Emotional whump like every episode especially the first half of the season]

1x01 – Shot twice, shoulder + foot

1x02 – Bar fight, black eye, crashes through window from building across street,

1x03 – Cattle prod-ed

1x04 – Fight

1x07 – Hit by car door, tortured,

1x10 - Drugged

1x12 – Almost drowns

1x13 - Shot with nail gun

1x16 – Angsty, smashes head into mirror

Quantico – Ryan Booth:

1x01? - Shot

1x07 – Shot

1x08 – Continued from shooting

1x09 – Tortured

Bones – Seeley Booth:

1x15 – Explosion

2x18 – Knocked out, tied to chair, beaten

3x05 – Shot in leg

3x08 – Car crash/explosion (Bones in car too)

3x14 – Shot and ‘dies’

4x13 – Breaks his hand punching someone, knocked out, concussion

4x14 – Kidnapped, trapped in box then on ship, hallucinating, explosion

4x25 – Hallucinations

4x26 – Brain surgery, coma

5x10 – Explosion

9x24 – Shot

11x01 – Shot

Graceland – Mike:

1x09 – Stabbed

1x10 – Continued stab wound, attacked

2x01 – Tortured

2x13 – Shot, suffocated

3x01 – Continued shooting injuries (drug addiction arc begins)

3x07 – Drug withdrawal, sweats, vomiting, delirious, ice bath

Rush – Michael:

1x09 – Car crash, knocked out

1x10 – Head injury

2x10 – Captured

3x07 – MMA fight, nasty fight later (attempted eye-gouging involved)

3x15 – Tumbles down hillside

3x22 – Speared

4x06 – Knocked out (beginning of story arc to 4x08)

4x07 – Kidnapped, head injury, shot

4x08 – Coma hospital scenes

Josh:

1x04 – Hit on head, collapses

1x06 – Smoke inhalation

2x08 – Shot in leg

2x11 – Kneed by suspect

3x09 – Fight, stabbed, injures arm/shoulder, hospitalised

3x14 – Falls through ceiling, dazed for a second, shot (in vest)

4x06 – Fight

4x11 – Comes to on a boat, shot, falls overboard

Lawson:

2x01 – Caught near explosion, minor head injury

3x17 – Hit by a car

4x12 – Hit on head

Christian:

3x19 – Knocked out

Dom:

1x10 – Caught in explosion, hospitalised for head trauma

2x18 – Glass in face

Grace:

1x04 – Hit in face

1x10 – Caught in explosion, collapses, hospitalised

Stella:

1x03 – Shot in vest

New Blood: Stefan –

1x02 (Case 1, Part 2) – Drugged

1x03 – Caught in explosion

1x04 (Case 2, Part 1) – Dog bite, drunk, punched

1x05 - Knocked out, strung up

1x06 (Case 3, Part 1) – Car crash (tbc)

1x07 – Fight, car crash, thrown by explosion

Arrash:

1x03 – Caught in explosion

1x04 – Kicked in the nads, drunk

1x05 - Knocked out, strung up, punched

1x06 – Car crash (tbc), hit, thrown to ground

1x07 – Fight, car crash, thrown by explosion

The Glades – Jim Longworth:

1x01 – Alligator bite

2x01 – Dog bite

2x08 – Snake bite

2x11 – Fight – sand in eyes, knocked out, attempted drowning

4x13 – Shot (cliffhanger, last episode)

The Finder – Walter Sherman:

1z12 – Shot (fine, later complications: subdural hematoma)

Brooklyn Nine-Nine – Jake Peralta:

1x06 – Concussion from falling from ceiling

2x13 - Exercises, flops to the ground

2x19 - Kidnapped

2x20 – Falls through car sunroof, various broken and bruised bones, later hit by car, hospitalised

3x10 - Knocked out

3x16 - Knocked out

4x01 - Run over by go-kart

4x02 - Fight

4x03 - Hostage, shot in leg

4x04 - cont. shooting recovery (cane)

4x17 – Hungover, mentions that he might have injured his ribs

Psych – Shawn Spencer:

3x11 – Knocked out

4x09 – Shot

5x04 – Barely poisoned

6x13 – Appendix burst

7x08 – Head injury, concussion

Endeavour – Morse:

0x01 – Faints

1x02 – Stabbed

1x04 – Shot

2x01 – Knocked out, tied up, beaten up

2x02 – Falls through floor

4x02 – Drugged

4x04 – Head/ear injury from grenade

Lewis – James Hathaway:

2x03 – Drugged, trapped in fire, caught in explosion

4x01 - Shot

5x04 – Mild arsenic poisoning

7x01 – Whiplash

Midsomer Murders – Ben Jones:

15x02 – Knocked out, tied up, concussion

19x03 – Knocked out, tied up

Grimm – Nick Burkhardt:

1x01 - Injected with a toxin, collapses

1x08 – Brutal fight

2x13 – Drinks a potion, stomach pains, collapse

2x15 - Blinded

3x01 – Zombified, enraged and gets into fights

3x02 – Continued ‘zombification’, fights as his pals try to capture him, injected with painful cure

4x02 – Sudden headache

4x06 – Sudden headache develops into general weakness gets worse over time

5x21/22 – Fight, torture, hallucination, shot

6x04 – Lightheaded for a moment

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