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Chapter 60: Black Box, Pt 3
The cops performed the carefully organized extraction of most of the hostages from the bank, after reluctantly taking Emma's lead on this one.
"Hands up. One at a time," the lead officer instructed, the hostages were led out of the bank, single file.
"Stay calm…" he added. Once all but Emma, Neal, and the bank manager were gone,
Logan pointed his gun at them. Emma put her hands up.
"Everyone's out except for the three of us," she said, as she looked at the officer.
"I have the situation under control," she told him, as the officer reluctantly left. Clearly, they weren't happy about how she was handling this situation and Logan had no idea that she had probably saved his life already.
"What's taking so long? You said they were gonna open this thing!" Logan yelled at the bank manager, who was working on a computer.
"Accessing the vault remotely takes time. There are many layers of…" the bank manager tried to explain, but Logan cut him off impatiently.
"Enough! Come on. Come on, come on. Come on" he shouted, as they waited at the vault door. Emma knew that she was likely on a short leash with the police outside and didn't know how much more of Logan's erratic behavior they would tolerate before making their move. A move that would probably end Logan's life and thus any information about the death date that he might have.
~*~
Outside the bank, Killian arrived in his squad car and got out, before making his way to the lead SWAT officer.
"Detective Killian Rogers, NYPD," he said, flashing his badge.
"What's the situation inside?" he asked.
"Got things under control here, Detective," the officer responded.
"Look, I heard over the scanner that one of our own is trapped inside?" he inquired.
"Emma Nolan," he answered. Killian's eyes widened and he almost choked.
"Your colleague seems to think she has it all figured out, because the gunman was on Flight 828 with her," the officer explained.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa…wait just a bloody minute! The gunman's a passenger?" Killian asked.
"Logan Strickland," he said, as he showed the detective the profile.
"And if Detective Nolan isn't careful, her comfort with him is gonna get her hurt," he added, as Killian looked toward the bank. What the hell was Emma thinking this time? He wasted no more time and took out his phone to call David.
~*~
David and TJ arrived at the club in question and went inside, finding the name of the club that Olive told them about on display
"Guess we're in the right place. Now we just need to figure out why we're here," TJ said, as he prepared to look around. But David was drawn to the crest on the wall.
"Hold up. This is how you saw it, right? The crest with the year right below?" he asked. TJ was stunned, as he saw that this was the exact image from his Calling, complete with the year.
"Does it feel this big every time you chase down a Calling?" TJ asked. David smiled.
"Every time," he answered.
"I'll go find the 2012 champions," TJ said, as David's phone rang and he answered it.
"Hey," David answered.
"What do you know about Logan Strickland?" Killian asked.
"Uh, not much. He was on Flight 828, but I haven't been able to track him down. Why?" David asked.
"He's holding up a bank right now, but Emma's inside," Killian replied.
"Wait…what?!" he exclaimed.
"I- Is she o-okay? Has anyone talked to her?" he asked, clamoring for information, as he walked through the club to find TJ. This Calling might have to wait.
"She's holding her own. She keeps talking the SWAT unit down. I'm worried she's in over her head in there," Killian said.
"All right, I'm on my way. Text me the address," he said, as he hung up.
"TJ, I need to go…there's an emergency," David said.
"What should I do?" TJ asked.
"Find the 2012 champions, track them down, and I'll call you later," David instructed.
Well, I found them. The winners were Frank and Logan Strickland," TJ said, as gestured toward the placard. David frozen in his tracks and turned back.
"Oh my God…Logan Strickland," he uttered.
"You know him?" TJ asked.
"No…but he's holding up a bank right now with Emma inside," David replied, causing the younger man's eyes to widen in surprise.
"That's why we're here," he realized.
"But the Calling wouldn't bring us all this way just to look at a photo," TJ said.
"Maybe the brother is here…maybe he knows something," he suggested. David nodded and they went to the desk to see if they could locate Frank.
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They were finally in the vault and the wall was lined with boxes.
"Frank Strickland?" the manager asked in response.
"Yes, all the way back. In the corner," he said, as no one moved.
"The corner. Open Frank Strickland's safety deposit box," he ordered.
"Who's Frank Strickland?" Emma asked, but he was silent.
"After everything she's done for you, don't you think you owe her an answer?" Neal said.
"He's my brother," Logan answered.
"If he's your brother, then why did you just hold up a bank? Why didn't you just talk to him?" Emma questioned.
"You don't think that I tried? He wouldn't listen. He thinks that everyone who returned on 828 is not really them," he tried to explain.
"What do you mean?" Emma asked.
"He doesn't believe I'm me. I don't exist. And everything that belonged to me, that was my birthright, everything that our dad, may he rest in peace, was saving for me…Frank took it all," he explained.
"I was terrified, but he didn't care. I'm his brother, but he didn't care!" he cried.
"I found Mr. Strickland's box," the bank manager said.
"Open it," Logan demanded.
"I- I-I can't," he stammered.
"I only have my key. I need the owner's key, too," the bank manager added.
"Are you kidding me?!" Logan shouted in frustration.
"Oh, boy," Neal muttered.
"You...You don't have some kind of a master key?!" he demanded to know.
"What... What...What if the owner dies? Then what?!" he stammered.
"I need the second key," the bank manager said.
"The hell you do!" Logan cried, as he pointed the gun at the man.
"Logan, Logan, put the gun down!" Emma pleaded.
"No! No! This is not the way this is supposed to happen!" he said, as he shot at the box on the floor.
"Stop!" Emma cried, but a bullet ricocheted and hit the bank manager in the leg, causing him to collapse to the floor in pain.
"Aah!" he cried, as blood started pouring from the wound.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry," Logan cried in a panic.
"Let me take him outside, get him to the EMTs. I'll come right back. You'll still have your hostage," Neal pleaded.
How do I know you're not gonna leave?" Logan asked. Neal looked at Emma and then back at him.
"Because she's still here," he answered," as they removed the man's tie and used it to put pressure on the wound and tie it off. Neal helped him stand on one leg and practically dragged him outside to the medics.
~*~
"Frank Strickland?" David called, as he approached a man playing racket ball.
"Yes?" he answered.
"I'm David Nolan. I was on Flight 828. I need to talk to you about your brother Logan. He's holding up a bank in Seaside right at this moment," David replied.
"That's not possible. My brother's dead. He died on that plane," Frank said stiffly.
"You know that's not true. That plane returned. We were both on that flight, Frank," David explained, indicating himself and TJ.
"Then I guess you're dead too," he said stubbornly.
"Frank, please…Logan is holding my sister hostage. I need you to talk him down," David pleaded.
"My brother's gone," Frank insisted.
"Stop saying the 828 passengers are dead. We're standing right here," TJ snapped.
"How can you really be you? Logan didn't age. He had these crazy visions, heard voices and was constantly saying that he was gonna die again," Frank explained. David narrowed his gaze.
"He thought he was gonna die?" David asked.
"He said he kept seeing his own tombstone. He was obsessed with it," Frank answered.
"He had a Death Date Calling," David realized in shock.
"What?" Frank asked.
It's real…Frank, the passengers are gonna die," David replied. Frank shook his head.
"You're just as insane as he is.," he replied.
"I wish it wasn't true, but it is. I've seen it. So has my sister and my son. We are going to die on June 2, 2024," he revealed, shocking TJ to his core.
"What?" the younger man asked.
"TJ, I-I didn't mean for you to find out like this, I promise. But I'm working on a solution," David replied. But the younger man shook his head.
"I gotta go," he said, as he fled.
"TJ!" he called, but knew he couldn't leave now.
"Did you say June 2, 2024?" Frank asked. David nodded.
"As in 6224?" Frank asked. David nodded again.
"Yeah. Does that mean something to you?" he asked.
"Logan's vision. I think I know why he's holding up that bank," Frank said, as he pulled a chain that was around his neck out from under his shirt, revealing a small gold key.
"He wants the key to my safety deposit box," Frank said, as David read the number 6224 on the key and realized that it had to be it.
~*~
"Hello?" Regina asked, as she answered her phone.
"I'm in a van on the block…I need you to come here for a moment," Vance said, as she hung up the phone.
"It's Vance…he's in a van down the block. I'll be right back," Regina said.
"And if I wasn't clued in on everything, that would be a very weird sentence," Margaret joked, as she cooked dinner. Regina smirked and got her coat, before walking a few houses down the block and crossing the street to where a white van sat. The door slid open and she stepped inside.
"What's going on?" she asked, as he motioned her to quiet, as they listened to what was clearly a tapped phone line.
"There's been a development. We're a go, immediately," Fiona said.
"She bought the lie," Regina realized. He nodded.
"A meet-up would be the next step. And we'll be there," Vance said.
"In which case, we got them?" Regina asked.
"We just might have," Vance replied.
~*~
"Don't shoot…we're coming out!" Neal called, as he helped the bank manager out of the building.
"He's been shot…we need a medic. Emma's still in there," Neal said.
"That's not the suspect. Guns down!" Killian called, as he helped Neal with the injured man.
"I'm going back in for Emma," he said.
"You're not going back in there," Killian protested.
"Then I guess you'll have to shoot me," Neal replied, as they shared a long gaze, before Neal hurried back inside. Killian sighed in frustration, as a car pulled up and David flew out of it.
"Killian! Killian!" he called, but the officer wouldn't let him through.
"He's okay…let him through!" Killian called, as he was allowed through.
"This is the gunman's brother. He's got the key," David said, as he pulled the other man through with him.
"No, get these civilians out of here," Killan refuted.
"No…wait! We can end this peacefully right now. Just let him see his brother. Let Frank give him the key," David pleaded. Killian sighed again and led them inside himself.
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"Logan…we're not going to get that thing open without the key," Emma admonished, as he kept pounding on the box.
"We have to!" he cried erratically, as there was a knock on the vault door.
"Don't come in here!" he cried, as he pointed his gun at the door.
"Logan…it's me, Frank!" his brother called and he slowly lowered the gun, as his brother came in with his hands up. David slowly walked in behind him and he raised his gun again.
"Don't…this is my brother!" Emma cried, as he cautiously lowered it again.
"Emma…are you okay?" he asked. She nodded, as he hugged her.
"I'm fine…how did you find his brother? How did you know?" she asked.
"TJ had a Calling…it led us to Frank," he replied, as they observed the brothers.
"For God's sake, Logan," Frank scolded.
"None of this would've happened if you had just given me the key," Logan snapped.
"But a gun? Hostages? How could you?" Frank asked.
"How could you?!" Logan cried.
"You abandoned me! My own brother told me that I wasn't a human being!" he cried.
"I didn't understand. Come on, Logan. Please, give me the gun," Frank pleaded, as Killian and a couple of the officers filed into the vault. It was over or they would make sure it was over.
"Come...come on," Frank pleaded, as he finally handed over the gun and put his hands up.
"Wait…let him open the box," Emma said. Killian looked hesitant.
"Emma…" he chided.
"Let him open the box," she pleaded.
"It's me, Frank. It's me. And I don't want to die," he said, as he watched Frank open the box, which was filled with their father's possessions. Logan took out a compass and tried to hand it to him.
"I haven't held this in 10 years," he said, as he put it in Frank's hand.
"Give it to me," he requested.
"I don't understand. Just take it," Frank said.
"No, Dad passed it on to you. You have to pass it on to me," Logan pleaded, but Frank hesitated.
"Please," he begged.
"Is this part of the magic cure-all?" Frank asked.
"I don't know," Logan replied honestly, as Frank did as he asked and gave it to him.
"It's yours. It was always yours," he said, as Logan accepted it and then surrendered. He was cuffed and then led out of the bank. Emma and David followed them out, with Killian behind them.
"Bring him back." Emma said, as she looked at her brother and Neal
"The Calling…it wasn't about Logan. It was about his brother," Emma said.
"At least with whatever time he does have left, he won't be alone," Neal replied.
"Plenty of company at Rikers," Killian commented, as they arrived at the squad car.
"Could you? Just for a second?" Emma asked, referring to the cuffs. Killian nodded.
"Yeah, uncuff him," Killian said. Logan looked at the compass and then at them
"Everyone in my grandfather's platoon died when they stormed Normandy. Everyone but him. This compass caught the bullet that was meant to end his life," he explained.
"He gave it to my dad. It saved him from a pulmonary embolism," he added.
"Now it's mine. It'll save me, too. I can't exactly take it where I'm going," he said, as he placed it in her hands.
"I'd like you to hold on to it for me while I'm away. Maybe it'll help save all the other passengers, too," he said. Emma nodded, as he was put in the squad car. Her eyes widened, as she saw a peacock on it and showed it to David, whose eyes widened also.
"My portion of the Death Date Calling was a peacock," he realized.
"It was the first step in understanding we were going to die," he added.
"Well, maybe this is the first step in figuring out how we survive," she said wistfully.
"I can't believe the Calling brought you here," she added.
"The Calling led me to Frank. Killian brought me here. Safety deposit box. 6224. June 2, 2024," he said, as he smiled.
"We're gonna do this, Em. I don't know how, but we're gonna crack it. Together," he promised. She smiled at him and they shared another hug.
"Yeah. Yeah, we are," she agreed. Neither of them could wait to get home to tell Margaret and Regina, for they truly had direction and a semblance of hope for the first time since finding out about the Death Date. She looked over at Killian.
"Thanks for having my back on this…for finding David and bringing him here," she said.
"I always have your back, Emma…and I know when you need your brother or your family," he replied. She nodded and turned to Neal, as they left together with David for home. They had a lot to tell Margaret, Regina, and Gold.
~*~
Olive came out of her SAT prep class with a friend.
"That was literally the longest class of all time," she commented, before seeing TJ before her.
"Hi," she said, as she waved to her friend, as she stayed there with TJ and her friend moved on.
"Hey…so, your dad just chases down these Callings, always believing he can solve them somehow?" TJ asked.
"It's like you've known him forever," Olive commented.
"You think he can solve the one about the passengers dying?" TJ asked.
"Wait. My dad told you about the Death Date?" Olive asked in surprise.
"Any thoughts on how we can stop it, SAT girl?" he asked.
"Maybe we could use the tesseract to move through space and time," she joked.
"A Wrinkle in Time." That was you. So you do remember me," TJ replied.
"My dad's a great guy, but... he gets obsessed, like he did with my brother's cancer, like he's doing with the Callings. He just always needs a solution, an answer. My Mom grounds him though and gives him hope…but he still has a need to control things," Olive said.
"I guess that's why he's a math guy," TJ reasoned.
"Yeah, but...this constant need to be in control of everything…that comes from a place of fear. We need to approach this supposed Death Date from a place of hope," which is usually something my parents are really good at. But they're not exactly ready for my solution," she said.
"And what is your solution?" he asked. She smiled and took his hand.
"Let me show you," she replied, as he let her lead him.
~*~
"Oh my gosh…I'm so glad you both are okay," Margaret gushed, as she hugged Emma and then nearly tackled her husband with the fiercest hug. He smiled and chuckled a little, as he held her tightly and kissed her hair.
"We're fine, my love," he promised, as she gently pulled back.
"We're going to fight like hell…I'm going to be at Olive's wedding," he promised and she smiled, before kissing him passionately. He was about to tell her about the peacock on the compass, but there was a knock at the door. Neal and Gold were still there, as was Regina and her father. She opened the door and saw that it was Killian, so she let him in.
"Killian…what's going on? Is there a problem with Logan?" she asked, wondering if he was there about the case.
"No…he's being booked, but on the way to the station, I got called in on something else," he said.
"What is it?" Emma asked.
"Are any of you acquainted with a woman named Johanna Mason?" he asked, as his eyes rested on Margaret. He had asked the question, but seemingly already knew the answer.
"Yes…she was my nanny when I was a child until my mother died. She was on the plane and we just recently reconnected. She spent the afternoon here," Margaret replied.
"And that was the last time you saw her?" Killian asked.
"Y…yes, why do you ask?" Margaret answered.
"I'm sorry to tell you this…but we found her body this evening. She's dead," he said. Margaret gasped and put her hand over her mouth, as David held her close.
"How did she die?" David asked.
"We are still investigating, but we believe she was murdered. It appears she either fell out of the upper window of her brownstone…but we're thinking it's more likely that she was pushed. As possibly the last person to see her alive…I need Margaret to make a statement," Killian replied, as he held his crying wife.
"Please tell me we can do it here. She's upset and pregnant," he said. Killian nodded.
"That won't be a problem and you can sit with her," he promised, as David gently led her over to the couch so they could talk…
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Castle fanfiction
Staring the cast of Castle
Why did you elbow me? Part 30
Day 20-27-34
part 7
Lanie: pov All of her morning scan/test came back fine. She would be released after breakfast, which was oatmeal. Kate's Dr Burkett went over her release forms and what she can and can't do. Castle drove us home Kate would start the pt group tomorrow. She was upset that she had to do physical therapy again. I explained to her how serious her situation is this time. We helped her into the house and onto the couch. I put her ampstrip back on. I decided to stay for lunch and dinner. Castle made some amazing sandwiches for us. Kate was told to spend the day relaxing. Jim was leaving for home now that Kate was out of the hospital. Her Dr had told me about this Pt group. It is almost like a support group where you get to talk with other people with different pt needs. Sounds cool they even serve you lunch. I hope Kate likes it. A cardiologist will be present in case of an Emergency. I know this program has swimming which Kate has never done since her injury. Castle was writing while Me and Kate watched a movie
Martha: pov Richard was making dinner. Kate was still on the couch she had fallen asleep during the movie and Lanie was checking on her. Alexis was setting the table and I was getting some drinks. Lanie set it up so she could eat on the couch. Everyone was going to bed early. Lanie would help Kate shower before she headed to the morgue for work and Kate headed to the group pt.
Kate: pov in the morning Castle carried me to the bathroom and put me down on the shower chair. Once my clothes were off Lanie helped me shower and get dressed. For breakfast Castle had made oatmeal by 8:30 we were at the pt group. This is so odd the last time I had a private physical therapist. As soon as we arrived a nurse came out with a wheelchair for me which was very embarrassing but hey I have survived the worst multiple times. Castle signed me in and a Dr led us to the pt room he would be the one watching in case of an emergency. There were nine other people in the room. The Physical therapist's had us all sit in a circle with our loved ones or spouses. They said to introduce ourselves. The first person to speak was a guy named Bill who owns a small store and had injured his hip in a fall. He had been getting ready to go fishing and did not notice the floor was wet. Jeremy who is a mechanic had broken his leg in a bike accident thankfully he had been wearing his helmet. Ted had just had minor back surgery from a previous injury. He is a business accountant. Penny just had surgery on her leg. She is a teacher. Linda, who is a librarian, had a condition called drop foot. Terry, a dog trainer, had a tumor on his leg removed recently. Susan, an artist, had a balance issue that caused her to fall a lot. Trip, an aspiring musician, had been in a car accident recently. And Lilly a teen who had issues with her bone growth. I was next to speak. I introduced myself and told everyone I'm Captain Kate Beckett of the NYPD 12 precinct homicide division. And a few years ago I was shot on the left side of my chest. The bullet nicked my left inferior pulmonary vein and grazed my ventricle Causing me to go into cardiac arrest twice. I managed to survive my emergency open heart surgery. And other heart related incidents since then. But the other day while on the job I got shot in the vest which caused my left lung to collapse causing me to go into cardiac arrest again. I pointed to the guy in the corner of the room and said at least you don't have a Dr/Cardiologist watching your every move today. Everyone in therapy was so supportive and surprised by what I had said they all thanked me for being a hero. Everybody would take turns walking, standing and stretching. It was now my turn at waking. I stood up and walked a few steps. Castle and the therapist were holding onto me tight. Unlike the other people in the group I could walk but not for long I got tired easily. After some stretches the therapist announced it was lunch time.
Castle: pov Lunch was great. Everyone in the group got to know each other a little better. The group was surprised that I was a famous mystery writer. I told them tomorrow I will bring all of you a copy of my book. Signed by me. Kate stood up and walked a few steps. Me and the therapist were holding onto her tight. She walked a few more steps. Tomorrow would be the same stuff as today. We made it home before dinner. I had Kate take a nap on the sofa while I made fish and vegetables for dinner . Martha and Alexis made it just in time. The food was amazing. All of us went to bed early. It had been a few days and Kate was walking unassisted and for longer distances.
Kate: pov Today at group physical therapy the therapist was using the pool. I had a visit later with my local cardiac rehabilitation center for a proper risk assessment and development of an individualized treatment plan. So I could start a normal swimming class. Castle had his bathing suit on. I was told to wear a 2 piece just in case. The rest of the group was doing amazing in the pool. I had 1 therapist in the pool and Castle. They were holding me up and moving my legs. The Dr was sitting on the edge of the pool and he was keeping an eye on my vitals the whole time. I was only allowed to do a little bit like kicking my legs. And I actually did not swim at all. I told him I missed out at the water park because I could not swim in the water and I had a broken arm. Therapy was great today. I was doing more and walking longer distances. I was told If I wanted to be able to sit in a pool or swim on a hot day without worry. I had to visit the cardiac rehabilitation center for a proper risk assessment and development of an individualized treatment plan. If I wanted to be able to get in a pool. To be continued. ……..
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First Day At the 99
Finally, my first of hopefully many Brooklyn 99 fics! This is a fluffy Rosa x Reader fic, please feel free to send any B99 prompts as I loved writing this, enjoy! ❤️
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TW: Brief mention of s*****e
It was 7am, and you were just getting ready to leave your moms to go to the NYPD, you were lucky enough to get a months work experience in the 99th precinct. Today was your very first day and you were terrified and excited at the same time.
You wanted to be a detective when you left school and you heard that this precinct had some of the best detectives in the NYPD, you were determined to make a good impression on everyone, especially Captain Holt.
You left the house around half an hour later, your leg bouncing anxiously on the subway as you waited to get to your destination. The ride was long, and the wait was not helping your nerves.
Eventually, you got to your stop, you got out the station and headed to the precinct, beginning to play with your hands nervously as you did so.
You took in a deep breath as you looked up at the huge building in front of you, knowing it was going to be your second home for the next month, and that thought overwhelmed you quite a lot, but you also knew that the first day was always the most terrifying.
‘Right, the email said to go up to the fourth floor, I’ll take the lift.’ You thought to yourself as you pressed the button to call the lift, still playing with your fingers when you got in.
The lift ride took forever, and the wait just made your nerves a million times worse.
Eventually, the doors opened, and you braced yourself for the sight of your the 99th precinct.
You were greeted by a guy who looked very reluctant to wear a tie, you wasn’t too sure if he was actually a detective in all honesty. As well as a rather intimidating woman with black hair and leather jacket.
“Aw Rosa! You can’t go hard on them, they’re so cute!” The sort of scruffy looking man smirked as you stepped out of the lift. You bit your lip, was he talking about you?
“Try me, I could be harsh on a two year old, so a 16 year old is no problem.” The woman replied with a shrug, folding her arms as a smarter looking woman shoved gently past them, almost as if she knew how terrified you were.
“Y/N, right? Ignore these two, I’ll take you to meet Captain Holt.” The smart woman said with a gentle smile. You nodded silently, clutching your notebook and pen as you followed her into an office. She knocked on the door.
“Captain? Our student is here, I saved them from Diaz and Peralta.” She said after she poked her head in.
“Thank you, Santiago. Please send them in.” Holt replied, and with that, the detective opened the door wider to allow you to step in.
“Could you send Diaz in too? She’s going to be their mentor.” Holt added, that comment making Santiago frown a little, perhaps with jealousy, but she followed her Captains orders and sent the intimidating detective in.
“Take a seat, Y/N, I’d like to welcome you to the 99th precinct, we are pleased to have you here.” Holt greeted as you saw your new mentor come into the room and sit next to you.
“This is Rosa Diaz, I thought it would be good to put the two of you together so you can shadow her.” Holt explained, you looked and gave Rosa a polite smile.
“Why couldn’t you get Amy to mentor the kid?” Rosa asked, looking at you briefly. “No offence.”
Your face dropped, you were terrified of her and you had to spend at least the first week with her, you didn’t know what to say or do.
“Detective Santiago is going on a stakeout with Sargent Jeffords. I thought you were the best role model.” Holt told her, he seemed certain about his decision. “You can start by showing Y/N around the precinct.”
“Fine, come with me, kid.” Rosa told you, standing up and heading out of the office, you went to stand up too before Holt caught your attention.
“I know Diaz seems scary, but I think she will have a soft spot for you by the end of the day, so try not to seem too intimidated by her.” Holt told you in a somewhat gentle voice.
You nodded. “Alright, thank you sir.” You replied, trying to seem confident before following Rosa.
You got shown the evidence room and briefly the holding cell, as well as where various files were around the main office, before finally taking you into the interrogation room. You’ve always been curious by the two way mirror that you’ve seen in police shows. The two of you were currently on the side where the interrogation takes place, and Rosa seemed to have decided to have a little break, as she sat on the cop side of the table, encouraging you to sit opposite her.
“So what made you decide to come here?” Rosa asked you, you were slightly surprised, since this was the first time she seemed to willingly make conversation with you.
“The NYPD saved my brothers life after he tried to… end it. It made me realise that I want to help people, whether if it’s finding their personal items or saving someone’s life.” You explain, your face dropping a little from remembering the event.
Rosa nodded in understanding. “That’s one of the best answers I’ve heard, most people say that they want to carry a weapon and skip traffic lights. They soon pull out after they see all the paperwork they have to do.” She explained. “I’m sorry that happened with your brother though.”
You nod silently, not knowing how to respond as you tensed up and played with your fingers. Rosa noticed, and immediately changed the subject.
“How’s it feel to be sitting where the suspect is? Can’t be nice, huh? Especially when I’m sat here opposite you in uniform.”
You looked up at her, and briefly behind her at yourself in the mirror, it wasn’t comfortable. You couldn’t imagine sitting here for hours whilst someone like Rosa was trying to get a confession out of you.
“Yeah it’s… uncomfortable.” You replied with an awkward chuckle. “I can imagine it would be a million times worse if I was actually guilty of something.”
Rosa raised her eyebrow, already beginning to grow fond of you. She decided to lighten up the situation a bit.
“I have evidence that says otherwise.”
Your eyes widen unexpectedly, clearly surprised at her words. Your anxiety suddenly shot through the roof, your leg once again bouncing.
Rosa playfully leaned in towards you. “Well, your application to work here was well written, you’re passionate, and seem to have a positive work attitude. I’m no expert, but I would say you’re guilty of being a bright young kid with a great future ahead of them.” She winked.
You let out a sigh, she was just joking around. You couldn’t believe how sweet she was all of a sudden, but you wish you could believe her. Your grades weren’t the best and you felt like you messed everything up, so you just looked down and shook your head.
“Hmm…” Rosa started, and then surprisingly squeezed your knee, making you flinch and hit your knee against the table. “Well, in the interrogations you see in the movies, there’s a lot of violence involved to get suspects to talk. We don’t do that here, we either play guitar very badly whilst screaming, or let them stir. However with you, I’m going to do things a little differently.” She told you, standing up and slowly walking behind you, leaning in close to your ear. “So Y/N, what kind of person are you?”
You bit your lip, leaning away from Rosa as you simply shrugged in response. “Well, I’m kind of a dumbass, with a bit of stupid.” You explained, trying to play along, but you were clearly still nervous.
“Wrong, you’re a bright kid, aren’t you?” She asked, before suddenly digging into your ribs, smirking evilly.
You yelped and shrieked with giggles, falling back into your chair as you thrashed from side to side. “WHAHAHAHAT THE FUHUHUHUCK?!” You yelled out.
“Ah, no swearing on the job, Y/N, that is very unprofessional.” Rosa told you casually as if she wasn’t attacking you, she moved down and squeezed rapidly into your sides, causing you to blush and squeal with giggles.
“Buhuhuhut I am duhuhuhumb!” You replied, not knowing whether to fight Rosa off or tough it out. You heard her chuckle as she moved to dig under your arms.
“Detectives aren’t usually this sensitive either.” Rosa commented, scribbling in gently since it seemed to get the biggest reaction from you.
You couldn’t do anything but squeeze your arms against your sides as you cackled with giggles. How on earth did it go from feeling intimidated by Rosa to being wrecked by her?!
“Oh man, imagine if you were handcuffed right now, you’d be dead!” She grinned evilly, shaking her hands into your belly now.
You squealed once again and kicked out as much as possible. She was right, if your movements were restricted any more, then you wouldn’t cope, being trapped to a chair was bad enough.
“DIHIHIHIAZ!” You screeched out, trying to stand up, but you were so sensitive you just fell back down into the chair, this really was torture.
“So, what kinda kiddo are you?” She asked, scribbling her fingers wherever they could go in an attempt to get the correct answer out of you.
“A BRIHIHIHIGHT OHOHOHONE!” You replied, giving in as you kept giggling hysterically whilst attempting to maintain your so called toughness.
Rosa grinned proudly and let you go, patting your shoulder reassuringly. “Correct, you’re guilty of being a bright kid, but if you confess incorrectly whilst you’re with me, you’ll go straight back in the chair.” Rosa told you with a wink. “Now come on, I’ll show you a case I’m working on.”
The two of you got up to leave the room, but not before you heard muffled cheering, then the flip of a switch. The two of you turned around to see Peralta on the other side of the two way mirror.
“I knew you’d end up getting a soft spot from them Rosa! I have all the proof I need!” He said enthusiastically, making Rosa roll her eyes.
“Whatever Jake.” She replied, looking at you with a fond smile.
“They’re alright.”
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Crimewave.
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Pairings: Detective!Meeks x (Gender Neutral) Detective!Reader
Warnings: Uhh crime and guns!
Summary: Detective Steven Meeks, an incredibly smart and driven detective, and Detective (Y/l/n) are one of the best detectives in Brooklyn. Unfortunately, they hate each other. But when they’re paired up for an undercover mission, they must put their rivalry besides and work together.
A/N: I’ve been watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine therefore delivering this jewel to you lovely readers <3 (Psst it’s rivals to lovers ;))
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“Hey, Captain Brock wants to see you in his office.” The captain’s assistant notified me. I nod, standing up and walking to his office.
I knock on his door, “You wanted to see me, sir?”
“Yes, detective (y/l/n). Please take a seat. I have a special assignment for you.” Captain Brock pointed at the chair.
As I was about to sit down I heard another familiar voice, “Captain? May I come in?”
I turned around and there he was… Steven. Fucking. Meeks.
“What the hell is he doing here?” I cross my arms.
Meeks looks over at me and rolls his eyes, “Detective, sit down!” Captain Brock orders me. I groan and do as I do what he tells me.
“Now, I understand you both don’t like each other. But I have an important case for you both.” He pulls up a file, “William Nichols. He’s involved in arms trafficking.” He explains.
I lean and look at his photo, i’ve been tracking him for months! Looks like I finally have a chance to catch the dirtbag.
Captain Brock hands us a reservation card, “Now the mission is pretty simple. Steven will pose as the buyer and (y/n) as their partner. This is possibly our only chance to catch the perp, so please try not to screw it up.”
“We won’t let you down, sir.” Steven takes the card, “Right (y/n)? I know you have a tendency to let down the Captain a lot so I just want to make sure.”
I glare at him, “I’ll kill you.” I mouth at him. “Steven’s right, we won’t let you down.”
He nods, “Good, dismissed.”
I walk out of the office with the file in hand, only for it to be snatched out of my hands. “Alright listen up, just stay out of my way and it’ll get the mission done.”
I scoff, “That’s funny, Steven. This is MY perp, i’ve been tracking him for months so it’s only fair that I make this arrest.”
“I have the perfect arrest record, i’m not planning to lower it because of you.” He crosses his arm.
“Whatever, cry about it.”
I sit at my desk, huffing as I finish looking over at my paperwork.
I hated this. I actually liked Meeks, when we started working together we were inseparable. At some point, I could’ve sworn our friendship was blooming into something more.
That was until a drug bust went south and everyone pointed their fingers at me. Steven drifted away from me, he pretty much ignored me or when he needed to acknowledge me, we’d act rude and nasty towards each other.
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Steven and I were dismissed early so we could get ready for this mission.
We had our backs turned to each other as we were changing. The silence was pretty much torturing, I wanted to say somethinf but didn’t know what.
I groan softly, trying to place the equipment on me.
“You need some help?”
I look over at Steven and silently nod. He walks over to me, helping me out. I simply stare at him, “Thanks.”
He nods, “Yeah sure. I mean, we still hate each other but, we’re a team going after the same scumbag.”
“I guess you’re right.” I give him a soft smile.
Steven can read my nervousness, he places a hand on my shoulder. “Hey, it’ll be okay. If we get out of this alive i’ll buy you an ice cream cone.”
I chuckle, “I don’t know if you’re being serious or not but, why are you being so nice to me?”
“(Y/n), when we walk into that place, it’s just gonna be you and I, I trust you with my life. You’re an amazing detective.” He admits.
I playfully nudge at him, “You’re not so bad yourself.”
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We make our way over to the restaurant, it’s empty and there’s only one candle lit table.
I shakily take a deep breath and Meeks takes my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
We slowly walk up to the table, “William Nichols?” Steven speaks up. The man looks up and nods, “Yeah, who the hell are you?”
“My name is Steven Meeks, this is my business partner, (y/n). We’re the interested buyers.” Steven responds.
“Take a seat.” He motions towards the two seats in front on front of him.
We take our seats, still holding each other’s hands. The deal goes by as planned, I look over at the window where our team is supposed to give us the signal.
I see three flashes of light and nod towards Steven. We take our guns and point them at William’s guards, “NYPD freeze!” We both exclaim.
William stands up, “Rats, get them!”
A shoot out starts but I manage to knock William unconscious.
Steven and I both take cover before I notice him groaning and wincing in pain. His arm is bleeding, he’s been shot.
I turn my radio on, “Officer down! We need back up, now!”
I rip a piece of cloth and wrap it around his arm, soon the door bursts open with the tactical unit ordering everyone to stay down.
“Hands up!” One of the men orders to us. “Relax! We’re detective Meeks and (y/l/n)!” I reply.
He nods before walking over to the unconscious William.
“Come on, Steven. We need to get you to a hospital now!” I exclaim before helping him up.
“Is there an ambulance nearby?” I ask one of the officers. “No, it’ll be better if you drive him yourself.” She replies.
I nod, “Meeks, where are your keys?” I ask. “I-in my right pocket- ow! Be gentle, please!” He answers.
“Of course.” I whisped, reaching into his pockets.
I set him down gently on the passenger seat before speeding off to the nearest hospital. “Steven stay awake! What’s 5x5?”
“25. That’s too easy, (y/n)! If you want to keep me awake ask me something more difficult!” He groans.
I pull over the emergency room and help him out, his arm swung around my shoulder as he limps with me towards the entrance. “We need help right here!” I exclaim to one of the paramedics outside.
“Oh shit, what happened?” He asks, taking over for me.
“We’re with the 72nd precint, he got caught in a crossfire and was injured.” I explain. When we walk inside, a group of nurses quickly take him away.
I explain what happen to one of the nurses, he assures me that they’ll do anything to help him and offers me clean clothes, which I accept.
I sat in the waiting room, I call the captain to make sure everything went well and our perp was caught and arrested. Everything went well, but I was extremely worried for Steven.
“Excuse me, are you here with Steven Meeks?” The doctor asks. I nod and stand up, “Is he okay?”
“Yes, fortunately the bullet didn’t do much damage apart from some bleeding. He’ll be okay, he’s asking for you.” He explains.
I nod, “What room is he in?” He points me to it and I walk inside.
Steven is sitting up on the bed, eating a chocolate pudding cup. “Hey Meeks.” I smile.
He looks over at me and smiles back, “Hey (y/n).”
I sit down next to him, “The doctor says you’ll be okay. And the captain told us we did a great job.” He sighs, “Thank fuck. My arm hurts like hell.”
I chuckle, “Steven, can we talk?”
“What’s up?” He asks.
“Why did we stop being friends? Was it because I fucked up that drug bust.”
He takes a deep breath, “No. I’m just- i’m an asshole, okay? The night before the bust, we went to the boardwalk.”
I nod, “Yeah, I remember. We ate a shit ton of cotton candy before that rollercoaster and almost puked.” We chuckle.
“Yeah, that night! It was- one of the best ones of my life. And then I realized,” he pauses, “I was- well still am deeply in love with you.”
My breath hitches and I sit up, “Steven… seriously? Please tell me this isn’t some kind of joke.”
He quickly shakes his head, “Why would I joke about it? I pushed you away and acted completely rude towards you because truth be told, I was scared of my feelings. So, I thought pushing you away was an option. But when you recklessly drove through traffic just to get me to this hospital, I realized there was nothing I should be afraid of. You’re the one for me.”
I can’t help but smile widely, I slowly cups his cheeks and lock our lips together in a kiss.
He pulls away and looks at me with bright red cheeks, placing a hand on my cheek. “Can we please start over?”
I nod, “I would love that.”
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"....So I Married A Murderer" *Chapter 4*
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Chapter 3
Chapter 5
Look I know I'm not helping myself with the Olivia stans, but in my defense this is a totally legitimate situation. And valid feelings towards Olivia given said situation. I'm not saying she's actually the bad guy here, but from an outsider's prospective without having actually seen what Lewis did to her, it's really just Olivia's hearsay. Am I wrong?!
That being said you know she's always gotta have that thing for Rafa, wedging her way in there. I'm sorry, it has to happen.
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“Uh, who is it?” Rafael called through the door, still panting from the work out his was mouth was getting.
“It’s me,” Olivia’s voice came back through.
“Shit…” Rafael pushed you off him and straightened himself up. You had never seen him ‘jump’ so fast when someone beckoned. Then again you hadn’t really seen him at work; but you thought he’d be more dominant than he was acting.
“Come in,” He instructed as he smoothed out his suit. Olivia opened the door and walked in, her face went from a smile to a scowl when she saw you standing there.
“Is this…?” She eyed you.
“Olivia this is my girlfriend, Y/N,” He gestured to you.
You had to smile, even though you were severely uncomfortable with the awkward exchange and introductions. You really hadn’t heard Rafael ever introduce you to anyone, let alone as his girlfriend. And also, you were relieved he still thought of you as such. Although you weren’t really sure how long that was going to last.
“Oh she’s your girlfriend now?” Olivia crossed her arms, causing you to furrow your eyebrows. What was her problem?
“What are you talking about Liv?” Rafael took your hand defensively. “She’s always been my girlfriend, you know that,”
“Uh huh and now that she’s in cahoots with Lewis?”
“Cahoots,” You snickered, causing the both of them to give you a look. “What? It’s a funny word…” You now looked at the floor in embarrassment. Excuse you for trying to lighten the mood.
“She’s not in ‘cahoots’ with Lewis…” He assured Olivia, then turned to you. “Are you, carino?”
“Uh…” How were you supposed to answer that? Obviously you weren’t helping him plan his next murder, but you also came down here with the specific intent to defend him to Rafael. Your pause gave both Rafael and Olivia concern.
“Y/N…” Rafael said more seriously, dropping your hand.
“Well…” You tugged at your blazer. “I’m not helping plan any murders, if that’s what you’re saying,”
“Oh my god…” Rafael muttered, looking away from you.
“Raff, look--”
“No no no,” Olivia now stepped in between the two of you. “No ‘Raff’, lady,” She glared at you.
“Excuse the hell out of you, woman,” You glared right back.
“If you’re planning on helping that monster with anything--” Olivia got in your face.
“Why is he a monster?” You stepped right into her, not afraid of her tough guy act.
“Excuse me?” Oliva narrowed her eyes harder.
“I want to hear in specific details, just exactly why you think he’s a monster,” You challenged her.
“Wha--?” She looked at Rafael in disbelief. “Because he kidnapped me? Tortured me? Almost killed me?!”
“From what I saw you almost killed him, Ms. Benson,” You said snidely.
“Excuse me?” Olivia was stunned at your defiance.
“I saw the scars on his face, and his damaged ear. He’s partially deaf now, because of you,” You explained.
“Wow…” Olivia exhaled sarcastically. “WOW….”
“Y/N,” Rafael’s voice softened. “No offense but, you don’t know what you’re talking about--”
“Are they fake?” You asked.
“What?” He replied quizzically.
“The scars,” you clarified. “Are they fake?”
“Well no, but--”
“So she did beat him within an inch of his life?” You gestured towards Olivia.
“I HAD TO!!!” Olivia screamed.
“BULLSHIT!!!!!!” You screamed back at her.
“Y/N!” Rafael yelled, trying to get your attention over the screaming.
“You’re telling me, that once you got him unconscious,” You narrowed your eyes. “Which, let’s be real would only take a few blows to the head, if not just one,”
Olivia exhaled again, crossing her arms and looking away from you as you approached her slowly.
“That you couldn’t have just-- I don’t know, run away? Gotten help?” You got even closer, lowering your voice to a growl. “That you just had to beat my husband to all hell?”
“Y/N…” Rafael’s voice sounded hurt now, hearing you call Lewis your husband.
“Yes,” Olivia stuck to her guns.
“You’re a fucking liar,” You resisted the urge to spit in her face as you backed away from her.
“You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t you Barba?” Olivia scoffed.
You suddenly remembered Rafael being in the room, hearing you defend Bobby like that. You turned to see him with tears in his eyes, betrayal on his face.
“Y/N you need to leave,” Rafael said in a soft but terse tone.
“No,” You crossed your arms now. You did feel bad that you were turning on him, but if he was going to defend this bitch just because she was his friend, you were angry at him too.
“Rafael,” You lowered your voice but kept your anger. “Look you weren’t there. You’re just taking her word for it--”
“And you’re just taking Lewis’s word for it!” Rafael didn't falter
“Because he was my HUSBAND!” You exclaimed angrily. If he wasn't backing down, neither were you.
“She’s my BEST FRIEND!!!” He argued,
“Oh is she? Now she’s your best friend? Because that’s not what you said the other night. Or were you lying to me?” You now were starting to doubt anything he said to you.
“W-What?” Olivia said softly, making Rafael turn to her sadly. Now she had the betrayed look on her face.
“A I told you not to tell her, and B--” He paused as he walked over to Liv with a pathetic look before turning back to you. “I thought you were.”
“You thought I was?” You bit your lip, afraid of what was coming.
“Y/N if you’re going to...to choose that monster over me, how the fuck am I supposed to consider you a friend?”
“I’m not ‘choosing’ him Rafael,” Angry tears stung your eyes. “You KNOW she’s lying! It doesn’t make any sense!”
“Look you weren’t there either Y/N,” Rafael said sternly. “You don’t know the kind of trauma he put her through--”
“So that makes it okay?” You challenged him, still glaring at Olivia. “Last time I checked, the NYPD wasn’t built on ‘Marshall Law’,”
“It wasn’t--” Rafael started.
“I didn’t kill him!” Olivia defended herself.
“Oh gee detective, how kind of you,” You mocked her. “You let him live with severe deficits because-- what? He wouldn’t sleep with you? Because you had a bad trip?”
“THAT IS NOT WHAT HAPPENED, YOU LITTLE BITCH!!!!!” Olivia charged you, and before Rafael could do anything she was on top of you, slapping the shit out of you.
“OLIVIA!!!!” Rafael screamed before immediately pulling Olivia off of you. You stood up in shock and anger, your face hot and swelling from her hands across it.
“...And you’re going to believe THAT, over Billy?” You gestured to Olivia.
“Alright that was a little much--” He conceded to Olivia's little stunt.
A LITTLE MUCH?!” You now screamed while stomping your foot. “I didn’t even do anything to her, and she ATTACKED me!”
“You were cornering her--” He kept making excuses for her.
“You’re still defending her,” You laughed dryly, tears apparent in your voice. “She just attacked me, and you’re still defending her,”
“Y/N,” His voice was now soft and sorry. “Baby, I--” He went to take your hand.
“No,” You snapped it away and backed away from the two of them. “Don’t you fucking dare start ‘baby’ now, Rafael,”
“You had the audacity to act betrayed when I defended Billy, who has never done ANYTHING to you. When you-- you ACTUALLY see your little ginger there attack me, and defend her?” Angry, hot tears now spilled down your face.
“Baby please--” He begged you just as he had at your house the night before.
“No,” You shook your head. “No, I’m not falling for this-- ‘baby please, I love you, you’re in danger, I’m the good guy,’ bullshit anymore,”
“It’s not bullshit!” Rafael replied frantically. He knew he was losing you.
“Really? Because from where I’m standing, the only ‘monster’ here is her,” You gestured towards Olivia who was still quietly raging from earlier.
“You know Billy wants to get back together,” You said simply to Rafael.
“What….NO,” Rafael was really beginning to panic now. “No you can’t go back to that--”
“If you say ‘monster’ one more time I swear to God Rafael--”
“What, are you gonna hit him?” Olivia mocked him.
“No, that’s what YOU do, captain!” You spat.
“Amor, please don’t do this,” He used spanish pet names, knowing they were your weakness. “Please don’t just go back to him because you’re mad at me. You don’t know what he’ll--”
“He won’t do anything to me, Rafael,” You rolled your eyes.
“B-But you don’t even love him anymore--” He stammered.
“MAYBE I DO!” You screamed angrily.
“W-What?” Rafael gasped.
“Billy left me, Rafael,” You started to cry.
“I didn’t leave him. Yeah he hurt me, he broke my heart. But--” You looked up at the sky, really hating to admit this to him. “But I never stopped loving him,”
“....Well he doesn’t love you,” Rafael’s face now turned to a deep dark scowl. “He told me that himself,”
“Oh, did he?” You rolled your eyes, licking back your tears.
“He did,” Rafael’s voice was now eerily calm and quiet.
“He said that he stopped being in love with you a long time ago, that he wanted to kill you. The only reason he didn’t is because he didn’t want to upset your daughters!”
“That’s not--” You shook your head.
Maybe it was true, but maybe he just wanted to kill someone, not you. Sure it wasn’t the greatest argument, but right now it was all you had. You weren’t about to concede to Rafael right now, not after all the bullshit that just went down.
“He said the only reason he doesn’t want me with you is because he doesn’t like people touching his ‘things’!” He went on. “He called you a THING, Y/N. Not his wife, not a person, a THING,”
“Shut up,” You growled.
“He’s just manipulating you, Y/N,” He kept a stern tone. “He’s playing you so that he--”
“So that he can what, Rafael?” You cut him off. “Go back to killing people? You don’t think he’s been doing that already? Or what, do you think he’s going to come back after your lady love?”
“She’s not my--”
“He’s not stupid, Rafael,” You spat.
“He obviously knows I know who, or--what, he is now. He knows that if he starts going on ‘business trips’, that I’ll know. He’s holding himself accountable now. Now you tell me, why would he do that if he didn’t love me? If he didn’t love our family?”
“..I….” Rafael tried to rack his brain for some sort of logical reason, any logical reason.
“Because he still wants to get to me,” Olivia added like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh shut up, you twat,” You flipped her the bird.
“I said he’s not stupid. He’s not going to come after you, risk going back to prison. Or y’know, risk getting murdered by you,”
“I am not a murderer!” She stomped her foot.
“No, you’re just a sadistic, manipulative, evil wench,” You barked.
“You think Billy just wants me for himself, Rafael?” You half laughed while now addressing him. “What the fuck do you think she wants with you?”
"That's not--" Rafael tried to defend Liv again, but you weren't done.
“You say that I’m the one in danger, I’m the one who’s the with the psychopath, but look in the mirror,” You stared daggers into her.
“Maybe we’re just both attracted to monsters,” You bit the side of your cheek. “Maybe that’s our fatal flaw. Maybe we were never supposed to be together,”
“No,” Rafael shook his head and grabbed your hands before you could pull away. “No that is not true, don’t you ever say that,”
“Why not?!” You cried.
“Because I love you, Y/N,” He started to cry himself. “I know--- I know it looks bad, and I’m-- I’m sorry that we’re on opposite ends of this, but--” He paused, trying to compose himself.
“I may be upset with you, but that doesn’t mean that I stopped loving you. I will never stop loving you, you have to believe me,”
“Yeah well,” You broke free from his grasp, shaking your head with a sarcastic laugh, sobs dripping in your words.
“Maybe that’s the problem, Rafael. I don’t believe you,” You walked backwards towards the door.
“We’re done,” You turned on your heels and bolted out the door before you could break down sobbing in front of them. You wouldn’t give Olivia the satisfaction.
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“...You realize we’re going to have to go after her now, right Rafa?”
“Just--” Rafael put his hands over his face. “Just give me a fucking minute, Olivia,”
“But she--” Olivia’s words were cut off by Rafael’s phone going off.
UNKNOWN NUMBER
“No…” Rafael’s eyes widened. “No there is no way he could--”
“Answer it!” Olivia cried. Rafael put it on speaker.
“....Hello?”
“Damn Barba, you make this way too easy, it’s almost not fun anymore,”
“Lewis,”
“See, here I thought my wife’s little crush on you would deter her from believing me, but you just sent her running back into my arms,”
“You--”
“Actually I guess I should be thanking the good detective there, eh Olivia?”
“You son of a--”
“Hey, don’t get mad at me here, fire crotch,” He chuckled. “You should be thanking me,”
“And why’s that?” She asked warily.
“I just gave you what you’ve always wanted,” They could hear the evil smirk in his voice.
“...Excuse me?”
“Your little papi there?”
“How can you see--?” Both Olivia's and Rafael's eyes darted around his office, focusing on the huge window behind his desk.
“I have my ways, Livvie,” He chuckled darkly. “You know that,”
“Can we back up here?” Rafael chimed in. “What the fuck are you talking about, Lewis?”
“Rafael, he’s just--” Olivia tried to dismiss it.
“Ohhhh, he doesn’t know, does he Olivia?” Lewis asked in an amused tone.
“....Know what?” Rafael raised an eyebrow at Olivia.
“Well,” He chuckled even more sinisterly. “Let’s just say counselor, when I ‘allegedly’ tortured your little lady there,”
“Don’t,” Olivia warned.
“....It wasn’t some relative she was crying out for,” His words dripped with evil amusement as he revealed Olivia's dark secrets.
“...What?” Rafael now looked at Olivia with shock and awe. How had he never seen this?
“Rafael, he’s just saying things to get to you,” Olivia tried brushing him off, but the guilty look on her face was giving her away.
“Oh really? Am I? Tell me you’re not elated that I’ve just cleared the way for you right now, detective. Say that with a straight face while you look into papi’s eyes,”
“You’re sick,” Olivia sneered.
“That wasn’t a denial, Oliva,” Lewis pointed out.
“Oliva, come on--” Rafael said in frustration. How could this be spinning into such a soap opera shit show?
“So maybe you should listen to my wife, counselor,” His evil voice taunted them.
“Maybe you both need to be with your monsters, let nature take its course,” He licked his lips on the other end, eating up the pain he was causing.
“Because if you don’t, I promise you won’t like the results,”
“Lewis I swear to God--” Rafael growled.
“ Now if you’ll excuse me, I do believe the missus is on her way home to me right now. And I wanna give her a hell of a welcome home,” He chuckled one more time before the line went dead.
“Son of a--” Rafael threw his phone across the room angrily.
“Rafa,” Olivia said softly, nervous about the conversation they just had.
“Liv,” He put a hand up. “You need to leave,”
“What did I do?!” She put her hands on her hips.
“Nothing, I--” He sighed. “I just can’t look at you right now,”
“...Fine,” Olivia nodded, not wanting to push the issue right now.
She quietly walked out of the office, leaving Rafael alone. As soon as she was gone, he ran over to his desk and sat in his chair, breaking down into sobs.
What the hell was he going to do now?
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HANK VOIGHT
Dating the Big Boss.
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Warning(s): mentions of r*pe and p*dophilia (it's a tough case)
Author's note: I had a lot of fun writing this one. Especially since everyone is a lot older so I could play with maturity a little. Hope you enjoyed and sorry for the long wait! I'm just starting to get back to writing.
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"What's up with him?" Erin whispered when she saw Voight barge into the unit's personal quarters. Hank didn't look at any of them as he strode into his office with a frown on his face.
He was angry, that's for sure.
Still hot on his tail, your senior detective self arrived right on que with him. Every pair of eyes was on you, knowing that you were the only one who had magic to calm him. You waved your hands, dismissing their burning questions all at once. You just crossed your fingers for them all to see and walked into your lover's office without knocking.
"Hank let's talk about this," You approached him carefully.
"There's nothing to talk about here Y/N."
"Yes, there is." You sat at the edge of his desk casually, although your heart was still racing upon hearing the news delivered to you this morning. "We have a serial rapist and pedophile out there. It's okay to be affected by it honey."
"Well I don't have any leads on this case," He told you strictly, although the anxiety was visible on his shoulders. He had his back turned to you and face focused on the city in front of him. The wheels turning and working in his brain were practically visible for the whole world to see.
"Then maybe we should look into our contacts and see who can help us," You proposed quietly. "This is far from over Hank. We can still turn this around."
You could see him nod, which instantly calmed you down. "Come here."
He, as surprising as it may sound, listened to your words, and walked over to your arms.
He placed his rough hands on your thighs while you ran your hands over his arms soothingly. Eventually your cold hands grasped his face as you gave him a soft look, "Do you want me to brief the team?"
"Thank you," You giggled, still not used to those words leaving his mouth.
The two of you shared a kiss before you left him alone with his thoughts to brief the team. Upon joining them you felt tension rise again, it made you remember what you were meant to do at that moment. "Is he alright?" Erin asked you quietly. You only managed to nod your head before ushering her to her seat.
Then you took a stand in front of them, a file filled with gore pictures secure in your hand. "A few days ago we found a female that was beaten, raped and murdered just outside the Riverwalk area. She was found in a dumpster just outside the Belle Hotel. Roughly 9 years old and unfortunately not the only case."
You spoke with authority that matched Voight's to a certain level. As a senior to all of them it was your job to deliver the details loud and clear. "There have been a few more cases similar to this one. Brody Thompson declared as missing just over a week ago was found two days ago in an area like this one. His left pinky was cut of just like the first victim's..." You placed a picture of a little boy on the board.
"Same MO?" Erin asked, scribbling things vigorously into her notepad. You nodded sadly.
"Are all of the victims children?" Burgess asked from the other side of the room. When you bobbed your head to her in confirmation you could practically see the heartbreak that struck her.
"We believe that we're dealing with a serial rapist and pedophile." You sighed.
"The MO is unique, and it doesn't look like he's been very careful with where he dumps the bodies," Jay notes. "It should be easy to find him since he's bound to make a mistake."
"That's where it gets tricky," You tell him, appreciating his quickness in noticing the details. "These are only cases reported in Chicago within the last few weeks. If we expand the search, which we did, there are dozens of other reported cases all around Ohio, Virginia, Rhode Island and lastly… New York."
A cool cloak of silence fell over the room once you've finished marking the spots. "Some date back to 10 years so we're looking for someone in his early to mid-forties. Maybe even older. Virginia State Police was only able to give us cases within the last 5 years, and we've hit four matches so far."
"Why are they handing the case to us? NYPD should be able to handle this." It was Alvin who had asked that question to which you opened your mouth to answer immediately.
But Hank, your boyfriend and partner, was quicker.
"Because we're the most qualified to do it," He explained, voice booming across the room. He joined your side and placed his hand on your hip; it was that after all, only the members of this very unit knew about you two. "Now, I've pulled out some old contacts from New York. They should be arriving here on the first jet they get their hands on. Until then I want you guys everywhere."
When his gaze slid to yours a twinkle of determination shone within his irises, "Let's get this son of a bitch."
***
"Sargent Benson," you greet the woman that just descended the stairs of the jet. The only people on the tarmac are the two of you and the officers you brought here. "Thank you for coming on a such short notice."
"Voight sounded stressed when he called. Is he alright?" She asked you quietly, matching your footing and walking toward the black SUV next to you.
You shook your head, "This case has been really hard on us is all. It's not every day we have cases like this one."
"Well, our job isn't pretty." She agreed. "Rape cases are already hard on their own."
"But when it's kids…"
"Do you have kids, detective?"
"None that are my own."
"Then I guess you're lucky."
"I suppose so."
***
The drive back to the district wasn't all that comfortable. Benson carried an air of importance around her that would get some rookies sweating with nerves.
Decades in this line of work showed just how good of a match you were for her.
"Hey Trudy," You greeted your friend in passing. Benson was hot on your heels as you lead her upstairs.
Upon reaching your destination you felt her walk straight pass you into Hank's arms. She brushed her hand against the lapels of his jackets when she asked him how he was doing. You felt your chest rise with jealousy but that diminished quickly when you saw him lead her to his office.
"You're not seeing that?"
"Seeing what Jay?"
The younger man narrowed his eyes at you, "She's obviously into him."
You sent him a glare. "We're not kids Jay, we're adults that lived long enough to see what's worthy being petty about and what's not."
"If you say so."
You rolled your eyes, but still went to retrieve your man, nevertheless.
***
You knocked twice before Voight let you in. "Sorry detective, this is a private conversation."
It was Benson who had told you this. You fought an eyebrow that wanted to rise.
"Y/N runs this unit as much as I do," Your boyfriend interfered. "She can stay."
You smiled, that not being able to suppress. "What do you have?"
"A possible location," She told you, still eerie about you being there.
You perked your eyes at that, taking your usual seat in Voight's office. Hank came to stand behind your chair, hands on the back of it. Olivia eyed you quietly and came to retrieve some papers. With her back turned to you both you turned your head, eyes travelling to Voight. Silently, you asked about what was going on. He only shook his head and pressed his hand against your shoulder, rubbing it in comfort.
Olivia saw the interaction and raised her brow.
***
You held your M16 in your hands securely. Officers were bustling all around you, greeting you in passing. The house in front of you looked like a fortress having god knows what protecting it. "We don't go in by force. There are still kids inside."
While the members of your unit nodded in agreement, a few voiced their distaste.
"We go in now. Cut off his ability to retaliate."
"I understand Olivia, but-"
"Sergeant."
"Excuse me?"
"I'm your sergeant. Let's keep it that way."
You gritted your teeth, seemingly offended by the fact that she had used the chain of command to put you in your place.
"My sergeant is Voight. I answer only to him," You corrected her. "I just want those kids to come out of there alive, and that's not going to be possible if we barge in. He'll panic. Kill them instantly."
"Why don't you go in then?" She proposed. "Scope and give us inside information so we can work our way around it. You find the kids and let us do the rest."
You thought about it. "I need –"
"Nothing." Your sergeant appeared by your side, eyes hard and body as still as a rock. Unlike Benson, you could see his anger. You almost reached out to calm him. "You're not doing it."
"This could be our shot." You told him.
He only shook his head, "Trust me it's not. A word, sergeant?"
She nodded and followed him.
You watched as the distance became bigger.
Jay and Adam came to stand next to you, Adam at your right side and Jay at your left.
"Holy hell." Adam muttered.
"She almost got you killed." Jay commented after him.
"Holy hell indeed guys."
***
"Hank I'm trying to do right by these kids!"
"The hell you are," Hank outright yelled at her. As the only person at the scene that had guts to stand up to her, he took the chance to put her in her place. "The way I see it you want Y/N in direct danger with no back up."
She stayed silent.
"You don't get to boss around my unit. Especially not my most trusted detective."
"Oh, come on Hank." She sighed, not quite believing what she was hearing.
"You're here to assist. The case is still mine so don't get ahead of yourself."
And with that, he left her to be.
"We're waiting for him. SWAT is on standby."
You smiled gratefully at him before mouthing a thank you.
***
"You did great today," You complimented him, smiling from ear to ear. All the children that went missing within the last few weeks have been found alive. Wounded yes, but alive. And the man was, much to your satisfaction, shot dead when he tried to run. By none other than yourself. Being able to put down a monster like him brought you satisfaction.
It brought Hank pride too.
He pulled you in by the hip and rested your back against the wall. Chicago was lightly lit up outside, bringing peaceful atmosphere to the district. Your fingers brushed against his rigid jawline; eyes locked with his.
Kisses between you two were shared ever so often at work. While you would both usually leave to the privacy of your home, today was a day you both needed reassurances immediately.
Your lips were pressed together and moving in a way possible for only people with experience.
When someone opened the door without knocking, you pushed him away in fright. Hank didn't even stumble as he narrowed his eyes at the person who had intruded.
"Sergeant Benson?!" You shrieked, cheeks flushing a bright red.
"It all makes sense now." She mused.
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Too Close To Home (Malcolm Bright x Reader)
Request: Hi! I'd like to request a Malcolm Bright x reader or OFC story. Malcolm and the reader know each other since a few years. The reader has grown up in an abusive family and also has anxiety. They spend more time together cuz of a case. When the reader gets into danger, Malcolm saves her. He guides her home afterwards. First he doesn't want to come in but then they spend the night together (smutty or not, whatever you prefer). Afterwards they experience the most peaceful sleep they've had in ages :) (by @angelicastiel), [Prodigal Son-Masterlist]
Summary: Another case you & your team got to work on. This time, though, the backstory of the killer hit a bit too close to home. Still, you wanted to get the job done & arrest the murderer. There would have been a better, less dangerous way, but you could not change your actions anymore. And maybe you got something out of it. Something you had been wanting for the longest time.
Words: 3,827
Warnings: mentions of anxiety, angst, language, probably spoilers for season 2, father figure!Gil, little kidnapping situation, talks of murder (I mean, it’s Prodigal Son), first time writing for Prodigal Son (even though I do feel kinda confident writing for it, idk…let me know what you think)
If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤
Being part of Gil Arroyo’s team was a dream coming true. Your years in college were spent working your ass off in order to end up in a job like that. Not only did Gil give you a place to work, he also took you under his wing. Talking about your past was something you dreaded but somehow you found yourself opening up to him. He knew about your parents & could tell when things started becoming too much for you. Throughout your time at the NYPD, you got closer with your team. Dani & JT had become your best friends. Malcolm, on the other hand, had been a different case. While the two of you sure were friendly with one another, you slowly developed a little crush on the profiler. Who were you kidding? You had the biggest crush, it was kind of embarrassing. Especially because Dani & JT teased the living hell out of you. Luckily, Gil had yet to notice. You did not want to bring private business into your job.
This case had been a tough one. Not only that but it hit too close to home for your liking. The killer you had been looking for left you a letter at the crime scene. It was a man who had been abused by his parents when he was younger. In that letter, he explained why he did what he did. Like, yeah, you came from an abusive household, too, but you were not running around, murdering a what looked like innocent man. Like, chill a bit. Gil pulled you a few feet away from the scene after you all had finished reading. This left Dani, JT & Edrisa alone with looking for more details. Malcolm was still nowhere to be found, even though all of you had tried calling him a couple of times.
“Maybe you should sit this one out.” Gil’s hand was on your shoulder, keeping you an arm’s distance away to take a look at your face. He knew right away that you were thinking about your own parents & sometimes things could be messy if private stuff got mixed up with work stuff. Again the reason why you kept your feelings for Malcolm at bay.
“Gil.” you sighed. “I’ll be fine. Besides, you guys need me.” Gil hated to admit it but you were right. The team was lost without you & nobody knew if your killer was planning another crime while you were inspecting this scene. A voice interrupted your conversation & both, you & Gil, looked at where it was coming from. Would you look at that. Malcolm, everyone. Fashionably late, as always. Why did he have to look so good though? Ugh…
“I heard there was another murder? What have we got?” Malcolm, being his usual self when it came to crime scenes, directed his questions at both of you.
“You would know if you decided to show up sooner.” Gil gave him a tight lipped smile & you could hear the sarcasm in his statement. Yeah, nobody could ever stay mad at Malcolm for a long time. Except maybe JT. But he seemed like he was just pissed off by whatever Malcolm did. That was why they were such great friends.
“The guy left us a letter, kind gesture, right? Edrisa should have it.” your arms crossed over your chest to hide how bad your hands were shaking. The action did not go unnoticed by Malcolm, though. He could tell you were uncomfortable. Your anxiety seemed even worse than usually. It was not like you ever opened up to Malcolm about your struggles. You had found it hard to talk about your feelings, even when you talked to Gil. But since Gil had become some sort of father figure to you, you found it a little easier to open up to him. The thing was that Malcolm was working even when he was not working. Which meant that he was profiling others even outside of work. It was not hard to notice your trembling hands, your bouncing legs, your struggle to keep eye contact. He could tell that your anxiety was bad. Most days, you hid it rather well, he had to give you that. A normal person would have never noticed anything wrong with your behavior. Malcolm, though, knew better & while he did not know what had happened to you in the past, he knew you were struggling nevertheless. But he could worry about you another time, for now, he had to focus on the crime scene.
As Malcolm walked over to where Edrisa was standing, you pulled at Gil’s hand, motioning him to follow you. Edrisa handed over the letter & explained briefly what they had found so far. You knew what was about to come. As did everyone else, so you quieted down & let the profiler do his job.
“Our dear murderer wrote the letter after he killed James here. The ink is too fresh & some of the letters are smudged. The printer in the office was still running when you got here, right?” this earned him a nod from Edrisa. “No fingerprints, though, he was smart enough to wear gloves. Which brings me to my assumption that he had planned this long beforehand. The bruises show that he was strangled & while we still have to wait for the autopsy, I’m almost entirely sure that he was killed because of that. I believe the stab wounds were caused after he died. The way his words were written sounds way too passionate for an accident. No, this guy, he was enjoying it. If it were an accident, he would have left the scene way sooner. But he took the time to type a letter & print it, to complete his mission by laying it right on top of our victim’s chest.” Malcolm finished & looked around to find everyone rolling their eyes except for you. Whenever he started rambling & piecing evidence together, you simply stood there mesmerized. This time was not different. His eyes met yours & he shot you a little smile which you copied.
“Anything else you wanna tell us? Like, why you’re way too excited about this entire thing?” JT spoke up. You gave him a little slap & chuckled.
“Don’t act like it’s something new.” laughing when you looked at his face.
“Okay, guys. Wrap it up here, we need to continue this at the precinct.” Gil’s authority voice came through & you all knew better than to mess with him.
Malcolm, Dani & JT were already in one of the offices when you & Gil came in. Usually, you asked Gil to take you everywhere, mostly because you got rather shaky during cases & you did not trust yourself enough to drive on your own. Gil told you he did not mind at all.
“Found anything useful?” you asked when you entered & looked over JT’s shoulder to make out what he was doing on his laptop. Malcolm stood at the front of the room, right in front of the whiteboard & was too busy sorting his thoughts to even notice you. Dani told you that they had no luck just yet & soon you found yourself helping them with research, something you were incredibly good at. Gil had left for a while but when he got back, he brought each of you a cup of coffee, knowing it was bound to be a long night without much rest. Being the stubborn person that you were, you declined his request of you calling it a night & heading back home. You were onto something & could not stop right now. Gil let the topic die down with a long sigh. The five of you spent the entire night looking for clues & connections & by the time the sun started rising, you had a plan filed out to catch the killer.
After hours of research, mostly from you, you found out that the victim had very wealthy parents. Parents who loved their kid like nothing else. Parents who would do anything for their kid. Checking his social media profiles, you could tell that he was not silent about his wealth or the love he felt for his parents. “Enough to get our killer started.” Malcolm had said. It took you a while but after checking James’ classmates, you had a suspect & after checking his social media accounts, you knew where you had to go to catch him. Sometimes, things could be so easy, so clear to see. Probably a bad idea to expect you were right with everything but you had a good feeling. Yet, you could not quite understand how someone could kill just because of envy. Just because they did not have what someone else did.
Your suspect spent almost all of his evenings in a local pub, not too far away from the precinct. It was a small pup, not a lot of people, but since it was Friday, you expected it to be filled tonight.
“Why does (Y/N) have to be bait again?” Malcolm asked after discussing the plan yet another time.
“Because she looks more like a guest of a pub like that. You would be out of place, so would Dani & JT.” Gil reasoned. He did not like the idea either but it was probably the best shot they had.
“Right, because if I make an effort I can actually look like an alcoholic. Is that what you’re saying?” despite your chuckle, you found yourself growing more & more nervous. Malcolm noticed right away, didn’t comment on it though.
“What I’m saying is that we all want this asshole locked up & I don’t want you to look like an alcoholic. I want you to go there as if you just got done with work for the day. Take a seat at the bar. We’ll be connected with you this entire time, we’ll hear your conversation. Wait a little & if he doesn’t approach you then you will. Understood?” Gil looked around the room, kept his focus on you, though, & when you nodded he told you all to head off & get this party started.
 “You’re nervous.” you flinched when you heard a voice beside you. Malcolm. Of course.
“I’m not. Just preparing myself.” you did not mean to sound this harsh but he did not really pay attention to that.
“So your shaking hands are a form of preparation?” he teased but you could not focus on his way of calming you right now. Your anxious mind was killing you.
“Look, Mal, I need to go, okay? We’ll talk later.” & before he even had the chance to answer, you were sprinting off.
Ordering a strong drink at the bar in the hopes of it calming your nerves, you tried acting as if you did go out every night. In fact, you were highly uncomfortable. Crowds made your anxiety act up & pubs were usually worse. Drunk people wanting to get laid or whatever. It just was not your world. Anyway, you had better things to focus on. Your suspect had already walked up to the bar & took, much to your dismay, a seat too far away from you to start an actual conversation. Quickly informing your team, an idea popped into your head. He would start taking an interest in you if you got him to grow envious. So without overthinking, you grabbed your phone from your purse & pretended dialing someone.
“Hi mom! How are you?” as much as it hurt saying those words, you felt accomplished when you noticed the suspect’s eyes on you. “Great, as always! We still on for lunch tomorrow?...Perfect! Actually, I wanted to thank you for the purse you got me! I found the package earlier today, you are crazy. That’s way too much.” if it were not for your job at the NYPD, you would make one hell of an actor. Deep down, your heart was breaking a little more with each word you said. “Oh? I’m your favorite daughter? I’m your only daughter, mom, but thanks.” you gave a genuine, or at least you hoped it sounded genuine, laugh & continued. The man had already made his way over to you & took the empty seat next to you. You had him, not fully but almost. Just keep going, you thought to yourself. “Tell dad I miss him, too! I’ll make sure to meet up with him soon. A much needed father-daughter weekend. It has been too long…Alright, I love you too, bye.” you ended your call & placed the phone back into your purse. Gil would kill you after you finished this case. Once again you were improvising but at least it got you here, sitting next to a possible killer. Possible killer? No, you knew it was him. He made it rather obvious after that fake phone call. Thinking about what you had just said on the phone got cut short by the man beside you speaking up.
“Sounds like a nice mom.” a drink in his hand, his gaze not focused on you but on the liquid in his glass.
“Oh, she’s the best. I’m lucky to have her. Same goes for my dad.” these words hurt so bad & if you were not so focused on arresting this asshole you would have started breaking down right in the middle of this bar.
“I’m Enrico, by the way.” he held out his hand for you to shake which you did.
“(Y/N).” faking another smile at him, you were surprised that your silly plan actually seemed to work. This dude was desperate. And it made him extremely dangerous.
“(Y/N), wanna head out & catch some fresh air? This pub is filling up.” he placed money on the counter, paying for not only his but also your drink. Thanking him, you got up. When his hand grabbed yours, you slightly flinched but did not pull away. The thought of your team waiting outside with handcuffs made you breathe easier. Arriving outside did not exactly put your mind at ease. Where was your team? Just when you wanted to turn around, you felt a strong grip around your waist & a cloth being held in front of your nose & mouth. There was not even enough time to scream before you were met with darkness.
Loud voices woke you up. A gunshot. Shit, why could you not move? Where the fuck were you? Looking down at your wrists, you saw them being chained tightly to a chair. Suddenly, a person was kneeling in front of you & you were surprised to find Gil helping you out of the chains. His mouth was moving but your heartbeat was too loud to make out any other noises.
“Have you got him?” Gil rolled his eyes at your question but soon after, nodded. This could have ended badly for you & he was just happy to see you alive & breathing.
“You hurt?” this time his voice was more serious. He looked you over but besides the bruises on your wrists, you seemed fine. Shaking your head no was enough for him to drop it for now.
“That was stupid, (Y/N). We could’ve walked in there & just arrested him in that damn pub. Why did you think it was a good idea to start this whole pretending thing?”
“Could we please not do this today, Gil? I’m tired.” you felt ashamed, embarrassed that you did not handle the situation better. Usually, you were way more careful when it came to other cases. You could not even tell why you thought you needed to act out an entire scene. It felt like the right decision at the time.
“Malcolm? Come over here.” Gil decided to let you rest for tonight but he sure as hell would teach you a lesson tomorrow. He could not have another person risking everything & acting irresponsible. He already had Malcolm. No need to have another one like him.
“(Y/N)? Oh, thank God.” Malcolm came jogging over to where you & Gil were. A small smile started forming, signaling that you were fine.
“Take her home with you. She shouldn’t be alone tonight.” & with that he left you & Malcolm alone.
Two hands came into view & you let yourself be pulled up into a standing position. Malcolm still held onto you since your legs were on the verge of giving out. After a few seconds, though, you felt steady enough & thanked him for helping you. Without another word, he took your hand in his & dragged you outside to his car. Any other day, you would have blushed like crazy but your exhaustion was overpowering your crush. Malcolm opened the passenger side for you & helped you in. Then, he got around to the driver’s side. His body turned towards you & when you noticed that the car still had not been started, you found Malcolm staring at you. Your eyebrows shot up in confusion. After a long pause & a deep breath of his, Malcolm’s voice broke the silence in the car.
“That was-“
“Stupid, I know. Gil already told me.” usually, you would have sounded sarcastic but tonight, you did not have the strength to try & act like you were fine. Because if you were honest, everything that had happened got you thinking. Not that you could have died but everything that had happened with your parents. How awful they treated you. How abusive they were. Not trying to start another conversation, Malcolm started the engine & drove up to his apartment. Gil’s order, after all. Though, he had to admit that he liked the idea of you being close to him. Hell, he could have lost you today. He could have lost you & you still had no idea about his feelings for you. Simply because he was too much of a coward when push came to shove.
The car ride was silent & the tension could have been cut with a knife. Once or twice you almost started talking, wanting to explain yourself. Why you were so exhausted. It was not the first time you got close to death but it was certainly the first time where your past came catching up. Each time, though, you chickened out.
“I’m sorry.” it was you who spoke up first when you entered Malcolm’s apartment.
“What for?” Malcolm turned his focus back to you.
“I made this case unnecessarily hard for you guys. I should’ve handled it better. It’s just…this thing with this fake phone call, it was…fuck, how do I say this?” the last part you mumbled to yourself but when Malcolm spoke up again, you knew he had heard you.
“It’s okay. Gil told me about your parents. I get it, I do. I probably would’ve done the same thing & then it would’ve been you & Gil telling me I was stupid.” you chuckled lightly & Malcolm was happy that you were not mad at him for knowing about your past. He had been aware of your struggles before, now he could finally tell where they were coming from.
Strangely, you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders, now that Malcolm knew. At least you knew he would never judge you, he had his own…familial issues after all. Tears started forming in your eyes & you tried blinking them away angrily, frustrated that you were losing it now even though the situation had been dealt with.
“Come here.” Malcolm opened his arms & you gladly accepted the invitation. Throwing yourself onto him like your life depended on it. His arms wrapped strongly around you. Not in an uncomfortable way, more like in a comforting way. The two of you simply stood in the middle of his apartment, not saying anything, he let you cry it all out & in that moment, it was all you needed.
“Thank you. Sorry for messing up your shirt.” a quiet laugh escaped you. It was not much but it was a good start.
“It’s no problem, really. Here, I’ll bring you some clothes to sleep in, I’m sure you don’t wanna sleep in work clothes?” Malcolm opened one of his drawers & grabbed a basic t-shirt & some sweatpants. Not much but definitely way more comfortable than what you were wearing right now. This was not your first time being at Malcolm’s home so you helped yourself & moved into his bathroom to take a quick shower & change into his clothes. It only took you about ten minutes, you were craving sleep.
“You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch.” Malcolm was setting up his couch to sleep on when you came out of the bathroom.
“Nope, forget it. I wont let you take that couch.” you argued.
“Hey, it’s a comfortable couch!” he defended his way too expensive piece of furniture.
“What about your restraints?”
“Don’t need them when you’re around.” Malcolm let slip without much thought. Only when you tilted your head & raised your eyebrows did he realize what he had just said. “I mean…I don’t know. I’m usually much calmer when I’m with you.” It was funny to see Malcolm trying to explain himself. He was embarrassed but you were putting a stop to it right away.
“Okay, so I guess it would help even more when you’re right next to me, am I right? Your bed is big enough, Mal.” your sweet smile was convincing enough & soon you found yourself laying on one side of the bed while Malcolm was occupying the other.
For a few minutes, neither of you moved or said anything. The silence was not uncomfortable, the situation was still new for the both of you. Yet, you knew what you wanted. What you needed. So you grabbed one of Malcolm’s hands, turned around & let his arm fall around your waist. This action caught him off guard but he relaxed into the new position quickly. While the both of you still had not confessed, this felt like a step into the right direction. You felt safe in his embrace & knew you could be your true self with him. No hiding whatsoever. That thought made you smile. Exhaustion soon took over but the last words you heard before falling into a peaceful slumber were: Sleep well, (Y/N). I’ve got you. Afterwards, he pressed a light kiss on your shoulder & fell asleep himself. Tonight, your struggles could be forgotten. At least for a few hours until morning came around. Then, you still had enough time to deal with whatever was happening between you & Malcolm. Tomorrow, you could deal with your past some more. But right now, all you wanted was to have a peaceful night & Malcolm could give you just that.
Published (03/25/2021) by Cathy
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When they met Jake had a mop of hair (still looked cute) but then he got it cut and went from cute to HOT AF wonder what Amy’s reaction to that was 🤔🤔 or what her reaction to first time seeing him in a suit (suit Jake can step on me)
(gonna smush those together and add the awesome triple Ask part 2, "Amy realizing how hot Jake is early in their friendship like a moment of realization and then it won’t get out of her head)
also, Jake’s suit: like this
and Amy’s dress: like this but in blue
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He was cute in a dorky kind of way, she had to admit even before she ever dared to think she might like him.
Well, she didn't exactly have to admit that to anyone, because no one really asked (except for Kylie, who only got a shrug and an eye roll when she inquired about her new co-workers). But she kind of admitted it to herself, whenever she caught a glimpse of his mop of hair bobbing past her desk with a new file, or leaning over her when they were discussing a new case. He was kinda cute.
Annoying and childish and boisterous and a pain to work with, but... in a cute way.
It made no difference to admit that, anyway. It didn't matter. They were co-workers, and that's it. She wasn't here to make friends - especially not with someone as wild and career-hobbling as him. She’d made that decision before she even came to the 99, and it wasn’t going to change.
-*-
He came in with no curls left at all six months into their working relationship, about a month after she’d also admitted to herself that maybe she wasn’t intentionally here to make friends, but had accidentally ended up with a strangely loyal one. 
“Good, right?” He grinned at her with a proud double-pointer to his head, sitting or rather plonking down into his chair across from her while she tried to pry her eyes from him. She had been staring the whole way from the elevator to their desks, but maybe it wasn’t too late to hide that.
It was a bit harder to hide the blush that started at the top of her ears, but she cleared her throat quickly to pull his eyes away from that.
“That’s quite a change.”
“Yeah, Gina set me up with one of her stylist friends. Didn’t work out, but, uh, guess I got something out of it. Which is probably what she was planning for anyway.” He shrugged, answered with a resounding “Uh, duh!” from behind Amy before he stuck his tongue out at the childhood friend she was separating him from.
Something in her face twitched at the mention of another one of his dates - he seemed to be going on a lot of those, and he had no qualms telling everyone so, even though he never elaborated. Why it made her stomach drop a bit every time, she wasn’t quite so sure. Probably because it was so unprofessional to discuss at work, and she was already toeing the line too much joining in with some of his jokes and pranks. He swore McGinley didn’t give a damn, but she was sure she’d seen their captain’s disapproving stare through the half open blinds the last two times Jake had pulled her up from her desk for something definitely not police-related.
Jake was still low-key squabbling with Gina over her head, so she could slip out of that conversation easily, focus on the files she was working on before he came in looking like that, disrupting her… everything. 
“It looks good.” She said instead, cursing herself for opening her mouth the second it closed again, but continuing. “Frames your face much better.”
The infighting stopped, and she could feel Gina’s stare burn into the back of her head. But far more pressing was the look Jake was giving her now, a short blink of… surprise, maybe, before his face broke out into a grin that wasn’t half as goading or over-the-top as usual.
“Uh, I, mh, thanks.” He mumbled, quickly staring down at the files he’d left open yesterday before he left, and she almost thought she could see a blush on the tip of his ears now, finally visible without being hidden underneath all that hair.
But that was surely just her imagination.
-*-
A very overactive imagination, she sighs as she stands in the copier room. An imagination that couldn’t stop staring at him throughout the day, at the way his profile had changed so much now without those curls always in the way, at the short hairs on the back of his neck, her fingers itching to run through them to find out if they’d feel soft or bristly. An imagination that refused to go back to the simple description of ‘cute’.
“I see you, Santiago.” A terrifying voice behind her interrupts her, and she’s glad her files are already in the copier so she can’t throw them at Gina in shock as she turns around to face her.
“What?”
“I see you, staring at my boy.” Gina points two fingers from her eyes into Amy’s direction, a grin breaking out on her face that almost rivals the ‘boy’ she’s talking about. “Getting the hots for the class clown? Gonna go smoochtown on my little bro?”
“As if.” Amy scoffs, maybe a bit too loudly, shaking her head a bit too much. “We’re talking about the same guy here? The one who claims that jelly beans have 4 calories each, so eating 500 a day should fulfil his caloric needs?”
“Uhu.” Gina seems bored now, which is not unusual for her whenever she’s talking to Amy, staring at her fingernails instead. “Keep trying to delude yourself with those negatives, poor girl. Just channel all that unfulfilled desire into some boring paperwork. I’ll be waiting for the day you snap and tear his clothes off right at his desk, so I can be out sick that day and not have to witness it.”
“I’m not going to-” Amy tries to protest, but Gina has already hopped out of the room, her hair bouncing behind her as she gives a wave and leaves her behind with a growl.
She’s not. She’s not going to do anything. There’s nothing to do something about. There- it’s- he’s-
She’s allowed to think someone looks attractive without immediately devolving into sexual thoughts or interest. She can think one of her friends is good-looking without making that weird. She can… she can admit that Jake is her friend and that Jake is attractive and it doesn’t change anything.
It doesn’t.
-*-
They’re all standing in front of the precinct, half shivering because of the wind swiping through their legs, and Amy curses whoever’s idea it was to meet up there instead of straight at the NYPD party two blocks down. We’re supposed to show a unified front as a squad, she remembers Terry saying, arriving together will help with that. 
Well, they apparently won’t even start off together, because they’ve been waiting for Jake - of course, who else? - for close to 15 minutes now, and none of their messages were even answered. (Amy duly noted that hers were actually the only ones signed off with a ‘read’ notification, but she couldn’t think too much about that now, not while she was freezing in a dress she was still worried might be too low cut for a work event, even while Rosa next to her was sporting the most amazing little black dress she’d ever seen.)
“I swear to god, if Peralta isn’t here in 5 minutes, I’ll-” Terry is interrupted in his rant by a far too familiar voice sprinting at them.
“I’m here! I’m here.” Jake coughs a little as he comes to a stop and leans forward, hands on his knees, before standing up with a wide grin as if nothing happened. “I’m here! Let’s go! What are we waiting for?!”
Terry gives him the most dead-set stare he can muster before the group starts moving, all eager to finally get to a place that not only offers free drinks and food, but also heating.
Amy falls back a few steps, fighting with some uncomfortable heels she also should’ve rethought as much as her dress, and finds herself next to Jake, who’s apparently still trying to catch his breath from his run to the precinct. At least that’d explain the little gasp and baited breath as she bonks against him in her next stumble, and finds she’d rather like to stay there - on account of him being warm, of course.
“Geez, Santiago.” His arm wraps around her, suddenly, an even warmer hand rubbing up and down the thin sleeves of the stylish yet impractical soft coat she’d picked. “If you know you run cold all the time, why don’t you bundle up for the weather?”
Because bundling up doesn’t look good, she thinks with a sigh. Bundling up doesn’t leave an impression with the captains at that party. And because, maybe, Kylie had been a little too convincing about her online shopping cart after two glasses of wine each and clicked Buy before Amy could stop her. 
“I wasn’t exactly expecting to spend more than 5 minutes out in the cold today, but we had to wait twice that for you.” She bites back instead, and hates herself for it, because it makes his wonderfully warm arm drop from her side almost immediately.
“Sorry.” He mumbles while staring at the ground. “Hey, you want my coat? It’s fresh dry-cleaned, I promise.”
“I didn’t know you even owned anything but that leatherjacket and at least twenty similar hoodies.”
“Yeah, it’s my grown-up nice jacket I only wear for special events.” He decides to ignore her dig, stroking down the soft grey wool with a strangely proud grin before unbuttoning it. “Here, put it on. Pre-warmed.”
She can’t protest anymore before he slips it over her shoulders, and it is incredibly warm and soft, but that’s not what freezes her mind entirely.
Jake’s in a suit. That much was to be expected, considering the event they were going to specifically asked for it, but it only now dawns on her that she’s never seen him in a suit before, not accounting for his dress blues. And what a suit. It’s dark green, emerald, she thinks it’s called, a colour that works perfect with his light brown curls (slightly grown out again), and there’s- there’s a waistcoat involved, and a pocket square, a  navy blue coloured pocket square, and she realises it’s the exact same shade of blue as her dress, and her mind can’t even focus on how the cut of his suit seems perfectly tailored around his waist while thinking about that, until Charles’ wolf-whistle pulls her out of her fugue.
“Hot damn, Peralta.” Terry nods next to him. “Didn’t expect you to make the effort, to be honest.”
“Gina has this friend who works at a tailor.” He coughs, and yes, there is definitely a blush on his ears now. “Plays himself as a bit of a stylist, but I think he went overboard.”
Charles “Nuh-uh!” mixes with Rosa’s “Why does Gina keep trying to hook you up with horrible people”, and almost overshadows Amy’s “Do you make any fashion choices that aren’t basically Gina-led?”
“Because she’s Gina.” Jake shrugs and seems to answer both Amy and Rosa with that, staunchly ignoring Charles for the moment, which is probably his best bet.
Amy wants to shoot something back, anything, to keep her mind off of that suit and her eyes from staring, but she can’t. She’s glad she has to look forward as they move on, though, focusing more on not stumbling on the uneven pavement with Jake’s warm, heavy coat over her shoulders.
So he looks good in a suit. That’s fine. He cleans up well. Lots of men do. Terry is wearing a nice suit, too. So’s Charles, she has to admit.
But neither of them pull at the seams of her mind like his does. Neither of them makes her wonder how it feels to let her hands slide down his lapels, maybe grab them midway and pull him forward-
The two block walk is far too short to cool her down again, especially with that cursed warm jacket around her, smelling so much like him and his unusual cologne that he’s definitely never worn to work before, but that will be burned into her nose for a while now.
-*-
He helps her slip both his and her jacket off at the coat check, and there seems to be a short moment where he almost drops hers as she turns around again, his eyes rushing up and down her wrap dress, sporting a cleavage and a high slit that really can only be explained by two glasses of wine and Kylie. At least the sleeves are long enough to not make her freeze anymore now that she’s inside.
“Wow.” He mumbles even as she begins pulling at said sleeves, adjusting the collar that already feels like it’s dropped too far.
“I know, it’s too much, my friend-”
“Too much?!” He interrupts with a stare. “Ames, you look-” He seems to be grasping for something to say, and she can see a flash of a lot of words across his mind before he stares at the ground again for a second to find himself. “Good. You look really good.”
She smiles as her eyes drop to the ground as well.
“Thanks. You look good, too.”
He snorts, before lifting his arm in an inviting gesture, and she doesn’t want to rethink it too much as she slips her arm into the hook of his elbow.
“Well, let’s go look good together then.” He says, and yep, she’s definitely rethinking all of that. For the whole evening. Every time he catches her eyes - she’s not staring, she’s not - and smiles at her. The first time he points to his pocket square, mouthing We match! with almost childlike glee in his eyes. The following five times he does it. Even the one time Charles points it out as they find each other in their little group again, met with a round of sighs and a disgruntled “No, Charles” from Jake himself. 
She thinks about it - and about him, and that suit - when he picks up their coats, both swaying and giggling just a little from the free champagne. 
And then she thinks about something a bit more, when he slips his jacket over her shoulders immediately, his hands gliding over her bare neck for just a second, the scent of his cologne from the collar only strengthened by the scent of him right behind her.
So he’s cute. So he’s attractive. So he looks amazing in a suit. 
So she might be a little bit attracted to all that.
It still didn’t change anything.
-*-
what r u wearing 2 NYPD party, he texts her a year later, and she crinkles her nose at his appalling writing.
You know how to write proper English, I’ve seen your reports. She texts back, and then… Why do you want to know?
Thought it would be fun to match again. comes the well-written answer, and she stares at it for a good ten minutes before finally answering.
Green chiffon.
She was going to change her mind about that dress Kylie helped her pick again, but she won’t. Not now.
-*-
What r you gonna wear babeeeee, he pesters her with the 5th message about it in as many days, ever since she sent him the reservations info for their first anniversary dinner.
I told you it’s going to be a surprise.
Not fair! How am I supposed to match?! She grins as she reads it.
Won’t look good on you if you can’t figure that out, detective.
-*-
“I knew it!”, he grins at her wide at the bottom of her stairs as she descends in her navy blue wrap dress, glad it still fits after years in her closet.
“Easy enough for you to say. You probably have a whole colour range of pocket squares ready.”
“Nuh-uh.” He shakes his head, reaching for her hand on the last step already, his other hand unbuttoning the same ‘grown-up nice jacket’ she knows so well by now. “Look?”
She lets out a happy laugh as she’s met with his emerald green suit jacket, a memory burned into her mind for probably forever.
She’s so glad he never changes.
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Hi honey!! I saw that your request were open and I had an idea. I really liked the imagine about Malcolm Bright and having an aunt. I was wondering if you could do more of that, but maybe this time Malcolm does know her and they actually like each other and maybe she helps him on a case instead or with Martin? If not it’s completely okay, I love your work tho!! Thanks sweets ❤❤
Requested By: @atjafshelby
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A/N: Thank you so much for your support! I really appreciate your comments and request! That aunt fiction is one of my least popular fics. I hardly expected anyone to enjoy it and even be inspired by it! Again, thank you! I decided to do a similar thing I did for that last imagine. This is a one-shot and does not really correlate with any other Prodigal Son episode. Hope you enjoy! Thank you for your patience as well! I apologize if it seems sloppy at the end. I just wanted to get this out for you and tended to get sidetracked. _
Finally getting themselves a line of suspects for this crime, Malcolm realizes he might need more than his own profiling skills. Malcolm also has a person in mind who could help… Gil doesn’t agree with Malcolm’s decision, especially when the profiler’s mind has been altered recently. How could Malcolm Bright not go to the person that inspired him?
Malcolm Bright/Whitly x Aunt!Reader [Platonic]
Word Count: 3289 Warning(s): Mentions of murder, mind fog, insomnia, mentions of trauma, attempted murder, drug abuse, swearing, did not double check anything __
Some Good Things in Life __
“Whaddya got kid?” Gil nodded towards Malcolm, hands on hip, and a grin plastered on his already smug face. Gil was already confident in Malcolm’s ability. This would be a piece of cake for the profiler.
Malcolm shook his head. He was confused. This murder took two weeks to have suspects. Even then, they only had four suspects. There was something wrong, though. Malcolm couldn’t get a read on any of them. Their tones and words led Malcolm to many different directions. Malcolm also did not have the right state of mind, having skipped almost a week’s worth of sleep. “Nothing..”
Even he was surprised by his incompetence.
Gil lightly extended his head out towards Malcolm, eyes wide and mouth agape. “What?” He crossed his arms and returned his head to his shoulders. Gil’s eyebrows were now knitted together in concern and were no longer widened. “What do you mean?”
“I… I can’t get a read on them.” Malcolm finally admitted, his shoulders falling down in defeat. He left out a deep sigh and brought his hands to his eyes to rub. Why couldn’t he think straight? “It’s like my mind is just- just covered in fog.” Malcolm motioned to his head, wildly using his index of his right hand to press into his temple.
Gil sighed, looked down at the floor, and unfolded his arms. Taking a few steps towards the NYPD Profiler, Gil placed his hand on Malcolm’s shoulder. “Go home, kid. It’s late and you need to sleep.” Gil was always the father figure that Malcolm needed. Malcolm understood the lieutenant’s concern, but couldn’t help not sleeping. Especially as of late.
Malcolm couldn’t say no. He shrugged his shoulder and peered into Gil’s eyes with his own tired and hazy blue ones. He nodded lightly, closing his mouth and shaping it into a half smile. “Alright..”
*** And with that, the insomniac ventured restlessly to his humble abode. Despite his hazy mind, he drove himself back to his place. On the way over, going through New York’s evening traffic, Malcolm had an idea. Recklessly, he pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he reached who he wanted. Tapping and putting the phone up to his ear, waiting for them to answer, he shook his leg anxiously. “Hello?” The voice came through, asking curiously.
“Hey! Long time no talk.” Malcolm was smiling, but the person on the other end couldn’t possibly see it. However, it was obvious that they could hear his happiness to be talking to them. “Malcolm? Hey! Where the hell did you disappear to?” They chuckled. “Thought there was a new Bermuda triangle only taking the cool people.” They stated sarcastically.
Malcolm laughed at their joke, shaking his head. “No. I actually got back in New York a couple of weeks ago. Sorry I forgot to tell you.” Malcolm cleared his throat and before the person on the other end of the call could respond, he continued. “Anyways, I could use some help…” “O-Oh? Help? Of course, what do you need?” Malcolm could hear them move from one spot to another. “Some… Some advice. You are still a body language specialist, right?” “Yeah. Need me to do some interrogating?” They chuckled, joking.
“Uh- Yes. Yes, actually..”
“Oh-”
“Could you meet me at my place? I’ll send you the address. If you get there before me, you can let yourself in. There’s a spare key buried in the plant outside.” Malcolm explained, stopping at yet another red light. Traffic had been bad due to another accident happening nearby.
“Of course!” It was obvious that Malcolm and this person were besties and hadn’t encountered one another in a long while. “I’ll get my bag and head out once I have the address.” “Thank you, so much. I’ll see you in a bit.” Malcolm gave a quite breathy chuckle. “Cya!” And with that, the call ended. Malcolm felt a little better. His mood improved, for sure. Malcolm’s shoulders were no longer held up but instead were slouched down. His neutral and tired face was now a happier tired face. Malcolm took note of how he would just have to tell Gil when he got home that he’d be getting some help. Help from someone they both knew. ***
Damn this headache. Malcolm could feel a dull pain in his head as he entered his home. Despite the pain being dull, he felt it making him weaker and even slightly dizzy. Malcolm simply shook the pain away and shut the door behind him. He tried to reach the door, but couldn’t. When he looked behind himself to see why, the door was already shut. His eyes burrowed in confusion. Again, he shook away the confusion and began to text Gil about what he was doing. Now, though, Malcolm couldn’t just shake off whatever was happening to him. He felt nauseous and he felt out of breath. He tried getting back to his phone to call Gil instead. Malcolm instead found that his vision had blurred. He blinked and blinked, even rubbed his eyes, but his blurred vision only got worse. He began to panic now. Something was definitely wrong. Malcolm tried to identify what could be going on, but still, his mind was elsewhere. Malcolm could barely even hear as someone entered his home.
“Malcolm?” The familiar voice could barely be heard as it echoed in his house and in his head. “Malcolm!”
This exclamatory statement of his name was not that of excitement. It was of concern, confusion, and despair. As far as Malcolm knew, he was standing. As far as his visitor was concerned, he was on the ground, unconscious. ***
“What did you do?” Gil asked angrily and accusatorily. He pointed at [Y/N], who responded by leaning back away from his finger. “Me?! Excuse you. I called an ambulance! Maybe next time, I shouldn’t?” [Y/N] argued back, leaning forward into Gil’s finger and raising her hands to her sides, palms up and fingers spread out. Her face was scrunched with anger. Her usual glowing and calm [E/C] orbs were now burning a hole into Gil. Her graying [H/C] hair was standing up due to the sheer frustration she was feeling. This wouldn’t be the first time someone accused her of something horrific due to her past. [Y/N] Bright [L/N]. Also known as [Y/N] Whitly, younger sister to Dr. Martin Whitly. In other words, Malcolm’s favorite aunt and the individual he had called for help in the case. The lady that had found him unconscious in his own home and called authorities. It was because of [Y/N] that Malcolm was in a hospital and not dead. It wasn’t just Gil there for Malcolm, there was also Jessica and Ainsley. Jessica had refused to talk to [Y/N], she never understood how or why Malcolm had taken a favorability to her. Ainsley wasn’t anything but rude to her, and made it clear she did not like her. Summary; All of [Y/N]’s fans were gathered in one place where they were called in an emergency because someone dear to them had almost died. “What were you even doing in Malcolm’s place?” Ainsley’s hollow eyes stared at [Y/N] with pure hatred. Like someone with unlimited darts, trying to get a high score.
“He called me to come over. Sent me his address and told me about the spare key in some weird ass plant outside his place.” [Y/N] swiftly explained herself, keeping her arms open. Her feet however, were closed and pointing away from both Gil and Ainsley. She really did not want to be there, being questioned. “He wanted me to help with some interrogating.”
“You-?” Gil erected his index again at [Y/N], now eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re the help Malcolm called for?” “Why would anyone go to you for help?” “I feel extremely uncomfortable right now!” [Y/N] declared, slapping her hands down to her sides. “I am just here to help with whatever Malcolm needs!” “Just drop it you three!” Jessica finally whisper yelled at them. “My son could have died and you are worried about-.. Her.”
The disdain in her voice as she referred to [Y/N] really set it in for the body language specialist. Nothing she could say would make them think any better of her. Not even if Malcolm were to explain the same thing she did. So, [Y/N] easily decided it would be easier to just sit down and give up the arguing. She felt like a kid once again, forced to keep quiet when faced with authority. She hated it. Gil would never allow for her to help unless Malcolm really made a good pitch to the lieutenant. Then again, when would Malcolm wake up? *** Malcolm was given a diagnosis fairly quickly. Carbon Monoxide poisoning that had been going on for over a week. It was a miracle he had gone so long without anyone noticing the symptoms. Despite the supposed long sleep he was to be put under, Malcolm found a way to wake himself up with his own brain. Waking up with a loud scream as a nurse ran out to get a doctor, and Gil and [Y/N] rushed in with concern. “Malcolm!” Both older individuals shouted at the once unconscious profiler. While the relief was mutual, so was the concern.
“Gil? [Y/N]? Where am I? What happened? How-” Malcolm was confused but mostly scared as well. One moment he was home and the next he was isolated by white walls and repetitive beeping.
[Y/N] made the first move. She steadily and smoothly moved closer to Malcolm’s bedside. She took a deep and obvious breath, straightening her back and lifting her hands with her as she inhaled. A similar action was taken during the exhale; obvious, she lowered herself back onto her feet, and lowered her hands. Although Malcolm was not having a panic attack, it could escalate and [Y/N] wasn’t having it. Gil followed afterwards. Malcolm mimicked [Y/N] in taking deep breaths and calming down. “Are you okay, Malcolm?” [Y/N] asked in a calmer voice.
“Yeah. I mean, I feel okay.” Malcolm buried his face into his hands. “Was I poisoned?”
With his brain working fine, he was able to remember his symptoms. It was unnatural.
“Yeah, in a sense.” Gil responded this time. “A week long exposure to carbon monoxide.”
“A week?” Malcolm removed his hands from his face and peered at Gil and [Y/N]. “Isn’t that around the time this case started?”
Now both Gil and [Y/N] were horrified. What was thought to be an accident, a simple leak in the home, now was a potential case of attempted murder. Whoever was the murderer in their case, knew Malcolm would be a problem and so tried removing him as an obstacle. [Y/N] and Gil took a glance at each other. Despite their… awkward relationship, they knew they had to work together on this one. Malcolm couldn’t leave the hospital, and couldn’t work on the case. His life was in danger and the safest place would be where he was.
***
“I’ll be keeping a close eye on you.” Gil told [Y/N] with a threatening tone.
“Why not two?” [Y/N] chuckled, entering the observation room sat right next to the interview room. Gil just gave a harsh squint. “Not a time for jokes, got it.”
“It was hard to get the suspects back. We’d released them last night because we had them held for too long.” Gil changed the subject swiftly, viewing into the room where they had the suspects. “We were only able to get them back in because Malcolm almost died last night, when he released them all.”
“It’s clear that all of them are upset that they are back. No profiling is needed for that.” [Y/N] noted this behaviour. “All of them are anxious and nervous. Crossed arms, tapping feet, rapid blinking.”
“All of them are suspicious?” Gil pondered curiously.
“Not necessarily. They are just nervous about being back. The idea of being falsely accused looms over them.” [Y/N] continued to scan the room, finally noticing some odd behaviour. She pointed at a man slightly separated from everyone else. “He, however, is a lot more confident than everyone else.”
“His arms are crossed too.” Gil pointed out, looking at [Y/N] with suspicion.
“Yes, but he is leaning against the wall. He is more relaxed. His lips are slightly parted, unlike everyone else’s compressed or pursed lips.” [Y/N] began her analyzing out loud, forgetting anyone was in the room. “His breathing patterns are very alike to everyone’s. Their breathings are picked up due to their nervousness. His picked up pace is because of excitement, though.”
“He’s leaning against a wall. How in the hell did you get all of that off of him?” Gil was just as curious as he would be if it were Malcolm profiling. It was just as mind boggling as when he profiled Carter Berkhead.
“A magician never reveals his secrets, Gil.” [Y/N] chuckled. “Was Malcolm in the interrogation room when they were all interrogated?”
“Yeah. He wanted to be close to profile.” Gil answered, not as confused now knowing that every question and answer would help.
“Splendid. This will make it far easier.” [Y/N]’s [E/C] orbs glimmered in amusement. Her smile was one that Gil had seen before. It was Malcolm’s smile, but it was one he’d seen on Martin’s face too. “I need you to repeat what you did yesterday. Question them in the same order with the same questions.”
Gil nodded. Just as he was warming up to her, some thought came in and set him back to his place. First and foremost, officers came and rounded everyone up. The interrogation began again. This time, it was just Dani, JT, and Gil. Malcolm wasn’t there. If [Y/N] was correct, the one she was suspect of most would give off more of a reaction than the others. Answers would likely remain the same from each person as well. They all want to get out as soon as possible. If Malcolm’s current profile was correct, the killer was arrogant and would show it. If the killer saw that Malcolm wasn’t there, they’d have some sort of mention or bodily reaction to this.
In the case scenario that she was wrong, [Y/N] was sure to make note of everyone’s reactions. Most did not even acknowledge Malcolm’s absence. Their moods had remained the same, anxious and nervous. Finally, it came to the man that [Y/N] came to know as James Lukai. Most of his answers remain the same, worded slightly different than before. [Y/N] compared his last interview, to this interview. The first showcased this man as nervous and anxious. Now, he wasn’t as much anymore. He looked around, as if to make sure his suspicions were right. He gave a quick smirk when he saw that Malcolm wasn’t there. His answers had remained mostly the same, but the tone had drastically changed. It was clear as night and day, it was this man. Just to prove a point further, [Y/N] straightened herself out and left the observation room. Much to Gil’s dismay, she entered the interrogation room afterwards.
“Heya Gil! Sorry I’m late. The call to replace Malcolm was just too soon!” [Y/N] announced with a large grin on her face.
Gil looked at [Y/N], only to respond by rubbing his face. “Don’t let it happen again.” He played along.
The man in question- James- was now shocked. “I thought you didn’t have a profiler anymore.”
“And what would make you say that, James?” [Y/N] immediately jumped on it. “Malcolm is just taking a little break. Family business.”
“What? He-?” James caught himself before he could say anything more.
“You’re too obvious, James.” [Y/N]’s smile immediately dropped.
“What’re you doing, [Y/N]” Gil questioned, only to get an answer through the raising of the lady’s hand to silence him.
“Want to know how we know, James?” [Y/N] confidently asked, not waiting a moment for his answer. “You are far too confident for this. You thought you had gotten rid of Malcolm, the only one who would have caught you.”
The man was speechless. He was caught. He rested his elbows on the table and put his hands through his brown hair. He was hunched, unsure of what to say now.
“What the fuck did you just do?” Gil wasn’t angry, but just extremely confused.
“Caught the bad guy. My job, Gil.” As confident as before, she exited the room.
Soon after, James confessed to the murders and the attempt on Malcolm’s life. Another day saved by [Y/N] Bright [L/N].
***
“Did you get him?” Was the first thing to exit Malcolm’s mouth that night when [Y/N] went to visit him. Fortunately for Malcolm, he had gotten the all clear, so was able to return home.
“Nice to see you too.” [Y/N] chuckled, entering his home. “Yeah. It was obvious. That poisoning really fucked with your brain if you couldn’t see it.”
“Speaking of which, the place was aired out and my heater was fixed.” Malcolm shut his door. “Inspectors had a nifty device and gave the okay.”
“That’s great!” [Y/N] clapped her hands together. “You plan on trying to get murdered again any time soon?”
Malcolm chuckled again, and sat down at his counter. “Ah, no. I don’t plan on it.”
“Good. Shouldn’t have to attend your funeral when I’m older than you.” [Y/N] glided over and sat with him at the counter. “So- Malcolm Bright. When did you change your name?”
Malcolm gave a small, “oh,” and nodded his head. “Several years back when I went to Quantico. You know, to become a profiler..”
Though [Y/N] knew the story, Malcolm felt obligated to tell her how much she inspired him.
“Couldn’t think of a name until the lady there suggested going with someone who I aspire to be. Then I remembered.. You.” His smile was soft and genuine.
“Really?” She smiled back, surprised by her effect on Malcolm. “I.. I’d never guessed I’d have that sort of influence.”
“I hardly say this, but you’re probably one of the more normal and stable members of this family.” Malcolm gave a light laugh, instigating a laugh from [Y/N] as well. “You prove to me that there are some good things in life.”
“I think there is more than just me that does that, Malcolm.” [Y/N] smirked. “You have all those folk at the NYPD! You have Gil, Dani, JT, and Edrisa.”
“Of course. They’re my friends. I trust them.” Malcolm explained. “But you were the first. You helped a lot when Dr. Whitly was arrested. I still remember that day. Even when mother yelled at you, it didn’t stop you from helping me.”
[Y/N] could only nod lightly. “Yeah, Yeah.. I- I remember that day too. I remember the days before and after that day too. I felt like I had to apologize for my brother. He couldn’t be there, so I tried to be. But Jessica never had a good opinion on me, even before Martin was arrested.” She chuckled at that sentiment. “Then Gil got caught up in all the gossip that I had something to do with Martin. At least Jess was skeptical towards all of that.”
It was dead silent after that until Malcolm decided to clear the air. “Anyways, you want some water, or something?”
“Sure!”
Boy. What an odd and bizarre family.
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A/N: So sorry for taking so long! Hope you enjoyed it. I had a bit of a hard time trying to get an end for it. Sorry if it is abrupt.
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Illicit affairs - Chapter 4
summary: tony can’t catch a break with his daughter, y/n receives an unexpected call and then goes for a little day trip to coney island and for peter somethings sus. 
Listen to: Girls like Girls - Hayley Kiyoko & Ta reine - Angèle
word count: 13.9k (longest chapter yet)
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If you were honest with yourself, you knew that what you had done at the club days prior wasn’t exactly the kind of behavior that Tony or Steve approved of; honestly none of the Avengers. So, the next day when you woke-up to your dad incessantly knocking on your door, you were aware it wasn’t a good thing. Tony’s face twisted as he watched your body covered in bruises and your tired eyes when you opened the door, with the complete knowledge that he had seen the news and that the news had not been so good with you. 
You hadn’t obviously catch anyone, so that presented a problem from a PR point of view because at least that way you could twist the news and tell them that barely destroying an entire building had a good reason. But since it was supposed to be a secret mission it was so much harder to justify to the public. Moreover, some of the news outlets linked the fact that there was a possible connection to the Maggia family, which completely blew out the cover you had and the element of surprise. The Avengers had to release a statement explaining it had been part of aid to the NYPD on a drug raid, which still affected the Maggia family but not that much. Nonetheless, The Daily Bugle had been implacable with you, you had even had to send a cease-and-desist to make J. Jonah Jameson stop the defamation against you since he had published that you were a threat to society. 
You figured you had a good rant coming your way, you were aware that you deserved it but you also knew you didn’t have many other choices to get the information you had now gotten or to escape after getting the information. It seemed only logical considering that you had been caught by one of the most dangerous men in the Maggia family / Kingpin circle but none of the Avengers saw it the same way. Harley and Wanda were the only ones that hadn’t been scolding you or giving you the disappointing looks that you received from the older Avengers, and you appreciated that from them immensely. Peter had also tried to be by your side as much as he could, every day since the undercover mission disaster after he got out of class, he would head to Stark Industries and share a chat and coffee before you both got to work or before he had to leave for studying or to see Gwen. 
You were always beyond thankful for it, they were the only ones (with Pepper) who managed to make you forget that Tony hadn’t addressed the whole thing since you had opened that door the day after, which upset you even more that he wasn’t even trying to make the effort of listening to you. You preferred Pepper’s approach to the whole thing, considering she was basically your mother: Pepper said what she thought and she wasn’t afraid, she was direct and after telling you what was on her mind, she would still listen. She had told you off and you knew that every piece of a word that came out of her mouth was the truth: “You could’ve killed more people” “You could’ve gotten Peter’s identity revealed” “You could’ve been kidnapped” “You could’ve died” “Can you imagine if Kingpin was there?” “Is this really how we raised you?” “I know Morgan’s only one and a half but can you think of the example you are giving to your little sister?” But after it, she had taken the time on hearing your reasons and what you had discovered. She knew how serious it was and how upset you were, so she ended up telling her assistant to cancel all the dates and decided to spend the rest of the day with you and Morgan watching old Disney movies to make you feel better as you ate popcorn and laughed when Morgan bopped her head to the music. 
Nonetheless, the only thing Peter and you had left out of the whole thing was that Black Cat had been somehow involved in it. Instead, you had decided to fabricate a story that you got a lead from your deep research and was simply trying to know more information, finally intimidating one of The Architects minions into telling you everything. Peter hadn’t been so sure about why you wanted to keep Felicia a secret since she had agreed to help you but you had begged him to stay silent, telling him that they wouldn’t trust the information given at first. You had to be sure that they would be ready to fight Kingpin before revealing Felicia’s secret and that she was counting on you. 
Peter still was apprehensive about the whole thing, but the way your eyes had turned into puppy eyes when you pleaded him not to tell anything, he was bought. You were thankful that he was sticking with you and especially in the meeting that The Avengers had decided to do a few days after the whole thing, on the early morning in Stark Tower. 
“He’s coming for us and he’s not going to stop!” you stated again, glaring at Nick Fury who had been insensately criticizing your behavior.
“Oh, and did you get all this information in that little unauthorized raid you did?” Tony asked curiously as he placed his hand on his clenched jaw. It wasn’t as if he was completely upset, he seemed emotionally exhausted to you with the pinch of annoyance in his voice. 
“We were following a lead”, Peter stated as he intervened for you, which you felt extremely grateful for.
“And if it’s serious then we can all be in danger,” you continued as you gave him a thankful gaze. “He’s messing with alien tech and we all know how dangerous that can be”
Steve and Nat gazed at each other while Bruce shuddered at the memories of the Battle of New York, knowing it wasn’t one of his best memories. Tony looked down as if he was trying to avoid the fact that you were right along with the other’s present who’s silence meant, at least for you, that they knew what you were talking about and how serious this could become. But Fury didn’t back down as he glared at you with his only eye. 
“Kingpin is not going to do anything unless we keep bothering him”, Fury stated, as he quickly removed the photos projected on the screen of the attack and Kingpin. 
It was done for him, he had simply removed the photos and files from the screen, he had stated that the deal was done and it seemed like he would completely ignore your pleas. You turn to Peter, who was giving you the exact despondent expression that was drawn on your face, disbelief was dripping from your eyes as you realized the fact that no matter what you said, there was nothing you could do. 
The pangs of annoyance began to grow on your body as you frown while watching Fury play with the screen and get out the other files that needed to be discussed, completely turning the page. 
“But Dad-” you started but soon Steve cut you off. 
“Look, y/n we are going today to Europe and although this mission doesn’t last a long time, we have to focus on it,” Steve said sternly as he gazed back at you. “More people need us there”
“Hammer’s protected and so is Oscorp, Black Cat hasn’t shown up anymore,” Nat said as if to calm you down, not knowing that Felicia’s safety now laid on your hands.
“Because they are going to be manipulated by Frisk!”, you replied urgently, it almost sounded like a cry. 
But Fury cut you off before you could get a word out, which only made your annoyance grow as you glowered at them. 
“No more Kingpin Drama, Stark”, Fury intervened for one last time. 
“It’s an order soldier”, Steve spoke as he crossed his arms across his chest.  
But you weren’t done, if the people who were in charge and had become your family wouldn’t listen to you, you would use your dad. You knew how touched Tony felt about weapons being traded, you knew that he understood the importance of stopping Kingpin because these guns and drugs could affect everyone in the world, not just New York. Although Tony had decided to avoid the topic completely, you knew that if you could at least touch a string on Tony’s conscience you could at least change a bit the outcome of this. 
“Dad, please” you pleaded as you watched Tony intently. “You know that we have to stop Kingpin”
Tony sighed, folding his arms as he stood up from his seat. “Darling, we can’t right now”
“But Dad, he’s a threat-”
“I know,” Tony tried to assure you while he placed his arms on your shoulders and stroked your arms as if to comfort you. “But not right now”
You were sure that if you had felt stronger that day if you hadn’t been so mentally exhausted regarding what had happened and how it had been portrayed to the world if you had felt a little bit more support or understanding on why you went to the club that night; then you were sure that the disappointment trickling onto your already anxious mind, wouldn’t have been so obvious. 
“I can’t believe you just put me in this position and hope for me to do nothing” you snapped at your father while you glared at Steve and Fury, quickly shaking off Tony’s arms and storming out of the conference room. 
In the room, everyone remained silent, even Fury who had been a little bit stunned by the anger that had been dripping from your eyes before you left. Tony gave a loud sigh as he slumped back into his seat while rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hand, while Nat patted him on the shoulder slightly as if trying to calm him down about the whole thing. Every one of the Avengers seated around the table seemed a little bit surprised by the whole deal staring at each other but quickly paying attention as Fury started to discuss the mission that the majority of them were going to and how the others would help from here.  
Except for Peter. 
Peter was livid because he knew that you were right and the threat that Kingpin posed to you, to all of you and the people that they had sworn to protect. You hadn’t noticed it at the club that day but before you had flown out of the club, Peter had his spidey senses going off, already warning him that Kingpin had arrived. He wasn’t sure how to describe it, except a feeling of dread on his whole body. He hadn’t been scared of many things but the danger that Kingpin posed just by being near, was enough for sending shivers down Peter’s spine, causing Peter’s whole body to ache. 
And now, for them (especially Fury) to simply dismiss both of you like that? Especially you who had been pouring all your time and energy into making this mission work, even overcoming your feelings towards Peter on this. If this had been before, Peter might have thought that you would leave it like that, that you wouldn’t do anything to go against what your commander had said. But as he glared at everyone intently, he knew you were probably already thinking in a way you could work this out and he knew that at the moment, he only wanted to be with you. 
Peter gazed at your dad quickly, Tony looking back at him with an already knowing look. 
“Go” Tony muttered as he slumped more on his chair. 
Peter nodded as he went after you but before he could exit the conference room, he heard Fury clearing his throat. Peter rolled his eyes before he turned to see what else did he had to say.  
“Parker, nothing more about this, clear?”
Peter remained silent, for a second, knowing that there was no way you or he would back out of this.  
“Yes, sir” Peter lied with a nod as he turned around and chased after you. 
Peter ran through the floor, passing employees quickly already knowing where to go to find you. Most of the people would think that after a bad discussion or a hard day, they would go to their room and lay in their beds or watch Netflix in the meanwhile. But when you were upset, you would stress invent. Usually diving even more into the work that you already had, trying to improve your suit or even Peter’s or your dad’s, anything could work to keep your mind off what was bothering you. It wasn’t a good coping mechanism, sometimes it would include nights without sleep, messing up your schedule and making you sleep all through the day, barely consuming any food, or interacting with more people. Therefore, Peter had developed his mechanism for when you were upset: hold you. He would usually look down when he got closer to you, his hand would slither behind your back or on your thigh, holding it tightly as you gazed back at him with a thankful look on your eyes. 
Peter heard you immediately as the doors of the elevator opened into the lab floor, he passed his lab and walked to yours in a hurry.  The glass around your lab had been misted over, so no one could see you there which was usual for you but he knew that it was darker than usual. The panel near the door beeped red but Peter didn’t care as he heard HAPPY telling him that you had asked him to deny guests into your lab at the time; instead, Peter simply quickly tapped the password that he knew by heart as the doors unlatched. 
“Hey”
You absent-mindedly raised your head from your suit, quickly taking off the goggles that you were wearing and placing down the small tool you had in your hand. Peter couldn’t help to shudder at the memories that came flashing before him as he watched you tinkering away with a piece of a toolkit that was thrown open on the floor as different holograms surrounded you. 
You had been tinkering on your suit and bopping your head to the music whilst Peter had placed soft kisses on your cheek as he served you more wine that you had stole earlier that night. You had giggled and stopped working for a second as you felt tingles from Peter’s butterfly kisses, Peter knew he had drunk a bit more than what he usually did and that was why he was being so forward. Then the clinking sounds of metal tools falling into the floor along with breathy moans were the only thing being heard.  
“Hey”, you responded quietly as you watched Peter slowly.
Peter gave an apprehensive step but as he noticed your tired eyes, he knew that you weren’t even thinking that he had dismissed the order you had gave to HAPPY about letting people inside of your lab. So, he quickly walked towards you as your eyes were still glued to him, Peter shot a web towards a chair close by and he brought it towards himself, he sat down next to you as his eyes linked with yours slowly. 
“Did I fuck this up?” 
Your voice seemed so small that Peter almost felt like crying, your eyes seemed a bit tired and he could tell that you had spilled some tears before he arrived. This was completely true, you had tried your best to keep it together as you exited the conference room and walked through the hallways full of employees but you had broken down as soon as you reached the floor. 
It wasn’t so much that you felt hurt about the whole deal and Fury, but it was more the frustration that you felt. 
“You didn’t” Peter stated angrily, as he placed a hand over yours. “Fury never saw this coming and he’s not prepared to handle this, they are too busy with the Hydra nests and they can’t spare more avengers”
You sighed tiredly. “He is so stupid; he doesn’t see that Kingpin is probably the one giving these people their guns”
“I know” Peter stated as he listened to you quietly. 
“And he’s just letting him get away!” you declared angrily, without noticing how you were starting to interlace your hand with Peter’s. 
“I know” Peter stated once more as he watched how tightly you were holding him now.
“And so is my dad!” you snapped, letting some tools fall from the desk as you shook your head. “He stopped building arms for a reason and he’s now just letting Kingpin trade them as if it’s nothing?” you asked frustrated although Peter knew you didn’t want an answer. “We should’ve gone after him from day one and not Felicia, we could’ve-”
“y/n, we couldn’t have done much” Peter interrupted you as he gazed at you, somehow coyly as he admired you and listened to you carefully but you didn’t notice since you were still going off. 
“Now, Felicia’s at risk and I said to her that we could help her” you sighed frustratedly, and before Peter could protest you cut him off. “I know she’s the one that said she could help us but she needs us to stop Kingpin or she might get killed. I feel like we are just leaving her behind”
You weren’t really sure why the guilt, of what seemed to be (at least from an outer point of view learned by the spying techniques that Natasha had taught you) collateral damaged from the mission, eat you up so badly. Felicia had left you at the club with nothing more but a “be careful”, but you still felt deeply sorry that you wouldn’t keep up your promise. You thought that it was simply basic human decency what you were experiencing, but in the back of your mind, you were aware that it went so much deeper than that. Felicia had triggered something inside of you and you didn’t know how to make it stop. 
“I know, I feel bad for her too” Peter whispered as he stared back at you while you looked away for a second, your mind going miles per hour as thought about your next step: would you leave it like that? No, you knew that you couldn’t.
“You know I can’t leave it like this, right?” you asked Peter silently, staring back at his chocolate eyes with golden specks.
If this had been before you had left, you would’ve probably stood down and simply do as it was told. But you had seen so much destruction thanks to these weapons in Europe, you had seen first-hand what this could do to people and you realized who you were and this version of you knew that you wouldn’t leave it at that. You knew you were asking for too much at the moment, you knew that what would come next would be dangerous for both of you but you also knew that there wasn’t any other way for you. 
Peter nodded but he decided to still warn you. “Fury’s not going to like it”
“I know what Fury said Peter, but you as well as I know that Kingpin isn’t going to stop” you explained quickly as your gaze burned him. “If he keeps selling these weapons and we are not there to protect the people, then what the hell are we doing here?” 
Peter remained silent, knowing that you were right. It was a big thing, going against what was seemingly the right thing to do. You both knew it was going to be a bold move, you both knew the risks that it entailed and you knew that if you weren’t going to be more careful about everything then it could end badly, not just for you but for everyone. But Peter knew you weren’t backing out of this and there was no way in his mind that he would leave you alone in this, without protection. 
“He’s trying to kill us so he can grow his empire, even more, you are aware of that?” Peter reason, still trying to give you all the points that he believed were important to discuss. 
You nodded.  “Peter he is not afraid, which makes it a bigger threat, I have to stop him” you replied as you watched Peter’s lowered eyebrows as he frowned, you knew he was thinking all the scenarios on his head before he finally agreed to anything.  
“I hate going behind your father’s back” Peter finally said with a sigh as he leaned a bit back in his chair. 
You felt like you could breathe now that he had agreed with you, you weren’t alone anymore. 
“I know you do” you cooed as you leaned into him with a smirk. 
Peter groaned as he simply gazed at you with his lips tugging into a smile as he watched watching him coyly, he could see it on your y/e/c eyes, that spark that he hadn’t seen in a long time: bliss happiness that Peter was with you on this. 
“You know you want to do this with me”, you said playfully as you nudge him on the shoulder, getting closer. 
“I wouldn’t do it for anyone else” he answered honestly with a genuine smile as he pulled your hand, which you were still holding tightly, and placed a light kiss on it. 
You felt the slight warmth on your cheeks as you noticed how tight was your hold on him, not that it bothered either one of you. 
Peter got a bit closer to you, he felt his heart fluttering on his chest while he watched you intently. He took a strand of hair you had on your forehead and pulled it to the back of your ear, his hand still lingering on your cheek as he heard your heart thumping on your chest faster as each second passed but he tried to not look as if he heard it. Peter instead focused on your features, he didn’t know how you managed to do it, to shine so brightly for him without even making an effort, he could feel the warmth on your smile as your gaze followed his as he tried to scan your face. 
He hadn’t managed to be so close to you since that last night before you left and he wanted to engrave your face in his memory again, he wanted to upgrade it. He noticed you had a new small scar from your time in Europe, just below your right eyebrow, he noticed how your cheekbones had become more prominent as he fought the urge to kiss your cheek again, he noticed how good you looked with the undertones of purple under your eyes, he was surprised because he hadn’t paid them much attention before but he realized how good they look on you. 
Then his eyes fluttered to your lips for a second.
You felt like you had stopped breathing when Peter’s chocolate eyes traveled for a second to your lips, you felt so stupid when you had automatically leaned it a bit after his eyes had returned to yours, those goddamn chocolate eyes with golden specks that combined so well with the chocolate curls that fell on his forehead and the freckles sprawled on his face. 
Peter was about to say something, his mouth opening slightly when you heard your door opening and the two of you whipped your head towards the door as you backed away from Peter almost instantly, causing Peter to tumble on his chair, barely falling from it as Harley sneak his head into your lab, noticing the two of you before smirking. 
“Everything okay around here?” Harley said with a knowing grin as he looked at the two of you.
Peter rolled his eyes at Harley’s presence while you glared at him, he knew exactly what he was doing. But before Harley could say another word, Peter simply shot a web to the door a slammed it shot, barely closing it on Harley’s fingers who was snickering as he realized what Peter would do. 
“Keep it close, HAPPY” you said to your AI as you turned around towards Peter again who was blushing as he cleared his throat while standing up from the chair. 
“I need to go to class but I can come by tonight, oh n-” Peter stumbled through his words while you were still watching him carefully from your place. 
“What?”
Peter groaned as he took out his phone. “Ned’s visiting”
“Really?” you gushed.
It had been a long time since you had seen any of Peter’s friends, no one since that night at Flash’s parties and you would be lying if you said that you didn’t miss them. Of course, that you were extremely close, you had tried to catch up with them after you had left, random text messages each time you could send one but nothing more than that. So, when Peter mentioned the possibility of seeing them again, it caused you to instantly smile. 
“Yeah, he’s here for the weekend so we were planning on doing something with MJ” Peter answered with a smile as he saw how you beamed. 
“Well, why don’t you come here?” you suggested with a smile.
“Are you sure? I mean, we can reschedule or I could come later” Peter stuttered as he watched you nervously. 
You didn’t have to be a genius to know it was because Peter was planning on spending that time with Gwen too. You felt a pang of jealousy growing on your chest but you quickly shook it off, reminding yourself that you had decided to be beyond that because of Peter’s apologies, that even if he had said it while you were on a rush, Peter had been truthful about everything and simply because you wouldn’t hate on a girl for being chosen over you. 
“You know we left things as friends so I have no problem if Gwen comes” you finally muttered shyly as Peter’s eyes widened in surprise. 
Peter swallowed hard, he was glad that you didn’t have a problem with Gwen and that you were being so mature as actually inviting her to your own home. But the thing was that Gwen would probably have a problem with him hanging out with you, again.
Especially since it wasn’t Spiderman related. 
“Oh, okay…” was Peter’s only answer as you stood up from where your suit was towards your desk.
“Yeah, come and then we’ll stay up later researching more stuff” you suggested as Peter walked behind you completely stunned by your offer. 
But he simply couldn’t and wouldn’t say no.
“Yeah, thank you” he stammered as he watched you while you sat on your desk, already typing furiously on it. Around eight?” 
“Sounds right”
“I’ll text you” he replied before the doors of the lab opened. 
“And I’ll answer!” you promised before you heard the doors closing and you smiled at the thought of what had happened. 
As soon as Peter got out, you got to work. You decided to review the footage of what you had captured on the club, the only bad thing that you realized is that none of the guys at the club weren’t wearing alien technology. You hadn’t detected any actual surge of the energy type that these weapons would usually have, which was disappointing but you decided to analyze and go over the other pieces of information you had while periodically you started mending your suit. 
You guessed since there wasn’t any solid plan to stop Frisk right now, you would start with the basics which some of them you already had. If you wanted to push the rest of the Avengers into this or even start any strong case against Kingpin, you had to collect all the information you possibly could need from the trading of the weapons he already had to the possible negotiations he was doing with Hammer or Oscorp. You spent hours hacking all the security systems of Frisk’s legitimate companies to check if they had any important transaction at the moment, after spending only minutes on Hammer’s information and noticing that a big payment had been made. 
It was infuriating how stupid he had been, he didn’t even care to hide his trace. 
Then, you decided to spend time working on the possible places where the alien technology, weapons, and drugs were being exchanged or store, knowing that New York was the center of operations, there had to be somewhere where they were hiding this. This type of thing had an incredible surge of energy and it was probably really kept-well-hidden for it not to explode or cause anything slightly suspicious. But there wasn’t more, there were a couple of warehouses that you had pinpoint and needed to take a look at but you were suddenly interrupted. 
Your phone rang a couple of times, you didn’t think much about it as you turned it around. 
It was a private number.  
“Who’s this?”
“I’m so sad that you don’t remember me” Felicia’s silvery voice sent shivers down your spine. 
Felicia had been MIA since the disaster at the club, her last words being “be careful” had indeed upset you seeing that she was the one that had brought you to the club. But as 24 hours had passed, you started to feel somehow concerned for her, you had even hacked the number and revealed the real one from where she had sent you the instructions, but you soon realized it must’ve been a burner phone since there wasn’t any real answer. After that, you tried to push it into the back of your mind, focusing on your father ignoring you and the Avengers scolding you but still, there was still lingering anxiety regarding Felicia’s state. 
“Felicia?”
“Come hang out with me,” she cooed, you felt as if you could hear the coy smile that was so characteristic of her. “I know you aren’t going to college yet and it’s so boring to stay in that cold tower all day long”
You weren’t exactly sure when your mouth had decided to talk before your brain had even time to process the proposal that Felicia was suggesting, but you were already nodding. 
“Where should we meet?” you asked, no hesitation in your voice. 
“I’m down here at Stark Industries lobby”
You felt a shiver of panic running through your body, you weren’t sure why she had gotten so close to a place she could be recognized by someone, although her characteristic eyes were well hidden behind the mask and she was in no database, you still felt like her hair was really noticeable. You felt afraid that if she was capture by any security camera or eyed by a security guard (who had been on high alert thanks to Happy’s precautions), she might get in trouble. 
But Felicia detected the panic in your silence right away and she had it covered. 
“Don’t worry, I’m not dressed as Black Cat and I covered my hair” she stated with a smirk, you rolled your eyes at her comment with a smile plastered on your face. After a beat of silence, where you could only hear the people that were walking near her in the lobby and she could only listen to the French music that had been lowered down as you received the call, she spoke. “So, are you coming?”
You felt your heart thumping on your chest because you knew this was probably the last thing you should be doing at the moment, but you still felt compelled to tell Felicia that you would follow her and you didn’t care where.  You just needed a good cover before you could leave.
“I’ll be right down, give me ten.” You stated before quickly hanging up. 
You stood from your chair as you tried to look at yourself on the camera of your phone, checking if you were actually decent since you realized you had been hours on your lab without really fixing yourself after the meeting. You cursed realizing that you had to at least put on some mascara and blush before you went to meet with her but you cursed as you realized that you still had to sneak out. 
“HAPPY” you stated as you began to create a code for a new folder with all the files regarding Kingpin. “Place all of the files on this folder, this is restricted information for anyone but Peter and me, got it?”
“Yes, Miss Stark” the AI answered as all of the holograms began to disappeared from the room. 
You then ran towards your suit, which was still a bit damaged by the last encounter but would still work if needed. You placed a hand over it and then tapped the charm on your necklace, soon all the nanobots began to travel from your hand to your arm and towards your chest where they would be stored, the arc reactor shining for a second after it was done. 
“HAPPY, where’s my dad?” you asked the AI as you grabbed your phone and began to open the door slightly. 
“He’s on his lab Miss Stark, he is busy”
You nodded quietly as you turned your gaze to Tony’s lab, hearing Aerosmith blasting on the speakers as he seemed to be working freely on his suit, goggles on, and everything. Although your dad had taken a few years of rest, as he watched Morgan grow up and spent more time with her, he still couldn’t stop making suits or working on different things. Thankfully he seemed way too focus, on whatever he was doing to his suit at the moment that he didn’t see how you quietly ran to Harley’s lab, sneaking in before Tony finished with one piece of his suit, you rapidly close the doors as Harley, who seemed to be working on a repulsors device that Tony had been interesting on researching in depth because of its energy.
Harley quickly stopped as he realized that you were there, he turned around expectantly.
“Can you cover for me?” you quickly asked him as you leaned against the door, praying that Tony didn’t see you. 
Harley smirked. “Who are you going to see? Spiderling already left and it’s studying”
You widened your eyes as you tried to brush off the question. “Oh, no one”
“You know you can tell me” Harley continued as he leaned more on his chair as he watched you fidgeting with your phone. 
You knew that Harley knew something, that shit-eating grin that was drawn on his face wasn’t something out of the blue. Although you didn’t care to admit it, Harley also knew you very well after years of spending time together, he knew how to generally read someone extremely well and nothing that he did was a casualty, he was very calculating and he knew how people could react. 
“I’m going out with a friend” you whispered, trying to sound as uninterested as you possibly could but you catch the mischievous gleam on Harley’s eyes.
“Friend as in girlfriend or boyfriend?” He asked as he wiggled his eyebrows coquettishly. 
You shot him an annoyed look right away. “Does it matter to you?”
“No” he shrugged indifferently. 
“Good” you stated as you cleared your throat, hoping that he wouldn’t notice how warm your cheeks had become or how you had been fidgeting a bit. “Thanks, asshole”
You quickly exited the lab floor; relief washed over you as you managed to sneak out without Tony noticing you and rushed to your room. You quickly picked up a bag and tried to put on a little bit of make-up, at least anything so you could look better than what you were looking for before. Thankfully, Pepper wasn’t at the apartment at the moment and Morgan was up in her room with a nanny. You didn’t run into anyone on your way down to the lobby, quickly running through it, your eyes scanning the crowded room of people (since Tony had decided it was a public space as well) to find Felicia. 
It didn’t take long for you to spot her near one of the main entrances. 
Her outfit was a far cry from the clothes that she had worn in your previous encounters. She was wearing an oversize high-waisted jean with chunky tennis, along with a nice black sports bra that fitted her nicely but was covered with an oversize black hoodie and a beanie, hiding the great majority of her silver hair except for a few strands that framed her face. Her greyish-purple eyes gleamed as she saw you walking towards her with a malicious smile. 
“That was fast” she teased as her eyes seemed linked with yours, but you looked away nervously. 
“Nice outfit” you blurted out, ashamed by the random comment. 
Felicia gazed down at yours, scanning your body. You were wearing an oversize dark blue sweater over a white blouse, the collar popping out from the sweater, accompanied by a white short tennis skirt and some tennis that you had clean up recently. You knew you looked okay, it was a cute outfit but you felt like maybe it was too pristine for her taste. 
“Yours too”, she said with a knowing smirk, although it was completely obvious that your outfits were completely different, then she saw you putting on a dark blue mask over your face. “What’s that for?”
You stopped as you look around, already noticing some people staring at you a little bit more than usual. It was a normal thing, for you to get attentive looks when you walked on the streets, therefore you had gotten used to hiding your face if you were going out. It was a common thing you did when you hanged out with Peter and his friends in public places if there were too many people close by, it had become even a normal habit when you were in your mission. 
“You don’t want people recognizing us, right?” you asked before quickly placing the mask on your face and taking her hand to exit the lobby, to lose some of the people who had been staring at both of you before they got their phones out. 
She smirked as she followed your path on the street. “You have it all figured out, don’t you?”
“Actually, I don’t because I have no idea why you called me” you turned on your heels watching her intently, you didn’t want her to notice that you felt a bit upset that she had left you behind the other night.  
Felicia stayed silent for a few seconds; a bit stunned by how forward your comment was.
“Well,”, she cleared her throat. “Since we are going to be working together, I figured we could get to know each other, and… what better way than to hang out” she purred as a hand caressed your arm with twinkly eyes, without addressing what had happened days prior. 
You felt goosebumps appearing on your skin, your breathing becoming not all together light as you watched her intently. You knew that probably if Tony or Peter or Steve or honestly, any of the other Avengers saw you doing what you were doing, talking with Black Cat -an enemy- in such a manner, you would’ve probably gotten your suit taken away. 
But no one was watching you, no one was judging you and you felt like you could be you, this was your choice. 
“Where are we going?”
Felicia didn’t answer right away, instead, she decided to grab your hand and make you run beside her to the nearest metro station, she paid for your ride and you got into the train that she had ordered you to get in, running before the doors close on you. She told you that it was going to be a surprise, you weren’t sure if your heart raced in excitement or suspicion, which even grew when you ended up taking more than one train.
But it was nothing that you expected it. 
You had visited Coney Island a couple of times before, mainly with Tony and Pepper and another time with Peter and his friends. It was a place with fun memories but that seemed so far away that you hadn’t thought about it in a long time. The fast times, the bright lights, the arcade rings, the laughs; it seemed so distant as you walked through the place.
“You don’t seem like the kind of person who likes Coney Island” you commented as you glanced at Felicia who was walking next to you.
She shrugged. “I don’t like it in the summer, but in autumn there aren’t many people, which is the only way I can come”
“I get you” you nodded with a smile as you continue to see what games had been added or what you could do, not that you saw it but she smiled too. 
Without any warning, Felicia took a hold of your hand and began to drag you through the whole place as the salty air hit your face, mixed with the giggles and laughs from both of you while you enjoyed the day. 
If you could describe Felicia in one word, the only thing that came to mind was fearless. Felicia was herself and she wasn’t afraid to be herself, which was something that you wished to be for the longest time.  During the day you observed her quietly, noticing little details about her and you felt somehow the similar warmth you had felt with Peter and them. You realized that Felicia laughed loudly, it wasn’t a common thing but when she laughed, she really laughed. 
She was also very blunt, she said whatever was on her mind, and sometimes, she didn’t even have a filter; like when one guy had been trying to flirt repeatedly after she had already said she was not interested, as you both bought ice cream to eat in front of the beach. She had finally decided to sing along to the tune of “short dick man”, repeatedly, until the guy had gone away. You had laughed for about five minutes afterward. She had dark humor, which you enjoyed since when you usually made the type of jokes, Pepper or Tony got concerned -given that they were somehow still protective over you-. She was loud, she was angry, she wasn’t shy or embarrassed, she said what was on her mind, she was unapologetically herself and you loved every single moment. 
She seemed to be the opposite of whatever you were supposed to be, how you had been raised. You were supposed to be quiet; you were supposed to follow the rules, you were supposed to do whatever people told you, you were supposed to help people and be a good hero, a good girl. 
And Felicia wasn’t, but you loved it. 
The afternoon continued perfectly, you walked through the boardwalk as you ate your ice cream while she told you stories, although you had to wait until you were far away enough from people to actually start eating your ice cream; you even share a bit with Felicia since she had already eaten hers. You had also managed to play in the different games of the arcade, both of you knowing you would ask for the biggest price as your aim was perfect, both winning the biggest and fluffiest toys that you had seen, but you quickly gave it to a few kids that were in awe as they saw you walking with them. You had managed to sneak into a circus sideshow which had a contortionist, a man who swallowed swords, and a fire eater, you had squirmed on your seat for the contortionist; even more when Felicia had whispered in your ear that she could probably do the same thing. Then, you spent some of the last hours of the afternoon watching carefully the collection of free-standing murals, even taking a few pictures in front of the graffiti of mermaids, amusement park rides, and more.
But although it all had been fun and laughs for a while, when the sun was setting down Felicia and you managed to seat in one of the benches farther away from the rest of the people. You weren’t really sure what compelled her to tell you everything that she had told you, or what had compelled you to ask if she had anyone else in her life, but you immediately felt your heart clenching on your chest as she told you really about her. Felicia’s mom was a no-show, she didn’t even remember her and had been raised only by her father who had died a couple of years ago of bad stomach cancer, which had been painful to watch. He had been the one who had taught her everything, he was the one that had encouraged her to never settle for second best and always succeed in whatever she wanted. 
After her father’s death, she had enrolled in NYU which had ended up being one of the worst ideas of her life. She had been assaulted by someone that was supposed to be her friend, but she hated her idea of becoming a victim, something that she didn’t think of herself as, she never wanted to see herself like that; she had managed to get her revenge at the end but after that, she decided to drop out and continue on the path that she was now in. So, after that she hadn’t found anyone, she had acquaintances and she would go out from time to time with people from the different jobs she had, but no one really close. The only one who knew her secret identity had been the bartender that you had seen at the club, who had been a friend of her late father, who had promised her father that he would take care of her. 
But regardless, it seemed like she was alone. 
You knew that alone wasn’t the same as lonely, and although Felicia never said that she was, you couldn’t help to avoid that she was indeed feeling lonely. You knew being in the job, either as a hero or as a criminal was hard because not many people were in the same business. You had been lucky enough to grow in a family of superheroes and then you had been lucky enough to find Peter but Felicia, she didn’t have people. She liked that mostly she was known as Black Cat, you could tell by how her eyes glowed each time she told you about her times and adventures as this persona, but you weren’t sure why she didn’t feel the same as when she was just Felicia. 
“I like that about you, Stark” she had finally sighed as she glanced at you slightly. “You are just you; you are y/n Stark. No secret identity, no hiding”
You shrugged. “Well, that’s not true,” you said pointing at the mask. 
Felicia’s grin turned catlike. “Touché” 
The air turned lighter than what it had been before as you heard the waves hitting the sand while the moon lightened up along with the bright lights of Coney Island. You glanced at Felicia and realized how the moon always seemed to fit perfectly with her, the way it brightened up her plump lips and for some reason, it made her eyes look more purple than before, while the silver hair combined perfectly with the light. It seemed as if she was transforming to Black Cat herself only with the light of it. 
But you could still see some of the heaviness on her eyes, the conversation you had must’ve taken an emotional toll on her and you felt your stomach twisting as you thought about how she must’ve been thinking now about her father. 
“Come,” you said standing up in the blink of an eye. 
Felicia frowned with a smile. “What are you doing, Stark”
“Come Hardy” you repeated as you offered your hand. 
You pulled her into the games once again, more people were arriving now with thicker sweaters and coats as the night turned a bit colder than before. You ran through the places and quickly stopped on the ice cream stand, now only taken one ice cream for Felicia, the one she had eaten with you, and immediately pulled her towards the bright Ferris Wheel. You quickly took your seat as you sat Felicia first and then place the ice cream on her hands and then you adjusted the seat for both of you. 
As the wheel began to move, Felicia seemed a bit stunned by the whole ordeal but you could see a smile tugging on the corners of her lips. 
“You look good when you smile,” you said quietly, your voice almost dropping down to a whisper as you reached the top of the Ferris Wheel and it stopped moving. 
“Well, it was a good day”, she replied with a nudge to your shoulder, watching you playfully. 
You glanced at her, her eyes beaming. “It was”
“And we haven’t even got to work”
You felt your shoulders tense up and you knew that your smile had vanished from your face as soon as Felicia had mentioned work. You had completely forgotten to tell her what had happened that very same day, you cursed yourself and how distracted you had been during the whole day. You stammered but Felicia had already caught up with how tense you were. 
“What happened?” she asked seriously. 
You took a sharp intake of breath, as your mind was grinding, thinking what was the best way to tell Felicia that there was no Avengers other than you and Peter coming to help you. That after telling you everything that she had told you that day, you would disappointment. You turned around quickly facing away as the urge to vomit grew in a second before you managed to calm down quickly. 
“Look,” you said as you breathed heavily. “We were dismissed from the mission and now-”
“What? Why?” Felicia asked as she touched your shoulder hastily. 
You could sense the urgency in her voice. 
“Fury and the others don’t think that Kingpin is an immediate threat and they are going to a mission in Europe today. They don’t want to focus on this”
“He is! Did you tell him everything?” Felicia continued.
“I did!” you answered with the same urgency. “Fury doesn’t care, he doesn’t want to get involve and neither did my father. They don’t listen and I’m tired of it, I’m tired of being only good to follow orders and remain quiet. It’s like I have to prove myself all the time to them, especially dad” you sniffled and only then you realized you were on the verge of tears. “I’m so sorry, I know it’s not what I had in mind either but I can promise you that I will protect you, Peter and I will protect you from Kingpin”
Felicia stayed silent for a moment; you were sure that your eyes were burning holes on her face as you watched how her mind was working it out. You felt like you stop breathing as she figured out her next step, you knew that you would keep your promise but you were terrified it wouldn’t be good enough for Felicia to accept it and simply leave you. The thing was that you didn’t know why you were terrified, was it because she would keep working with Kingpin and the advantage you had for the mission would be gone? Or was it because you cared about the girl in front of you with greyish-purple eyes and silver hair who made your heart skip a beat when she gave you a cat-like smile that she had. 
“I trust you,” was what she finally said as she gazed back at you with a slight frown. “If you tell me that you and Spidey can do this, then I’ll help you”
You took a deep breath of relief as you stared at her. “That means a lot”
She shrugged with a smile. “You are special, Stark”
You were a little taken aback by the words of Felicia. Through the dim lights at the top of the Ferris Wheel, you could see a bit of trepidation and heaviness in the forefront, but you also saw warmth in her gaze and something much more intense and much deeper. You would like to say that you recognized it, knowing that you were somehow reciprocating since you two had met. You felt your body burning in anticipation but before you could say anything, you felt your phone vibrating on your back. 
You were taken aback by the name that lightened up the screen, along with a goofy photo of Peter from years ago. 
“Hello?” you answered as Felicia looked away for a bit while you mouthed sorry. 
“Hey, we just finished watching Star Wars and I think we are ready to go now, I’m sorry we are late. So, we are on our way, just giving you a heads up” Peter said contentedly as you heard MJ and Ned laughing in the back. 
You involuntarily slap your face with your hand, groaning as Felicia jumped alarm by how hard you had slapped yourself. You had completely forgotten that Peter, MJ, Ned, and Gwen were coming to your home that night, you hadn’t even been checking the hour, completely silencing HAPPY for the day when you had arrived at Coney Island. 
“Fuck, no” you groaned as you watched the time, it was over 8:00 pm and you knew you had messed up. Peter stayed silent at your comment for a second as if he was hoping that you had just said the wrong thing but you quickly continue. “Take all the time you need, I’ll be there in forty minutes, can you guys wait for me?”
“Oh, okay,” Peter said a little bit took aback but you didn’t give him time to say anything else as you hung up quickly. 
“I have to go, I’m so sorry”, you muttered as you tried to signal the guy who was handling the Ferris Wheel to bring you down. 
Felicia didn’t say anything but she just watched you quietly instead as you sighed relief once the Wheel began to go down again, you liked to imagine it was thanks to how you were screaming at the guy down there. You knew that if Peter arrived there before you did, that meant that he would probably simply take the elevator and run into your that, who knew you didn’t have many friends to hang out with and destroying the cover that you thought Harley would have for you. 
Nonetheless, you also knew that wearing your suit to arrive early to the house could present a problem because if you were hanging out with someone you would probably bring them home as well and not simply be flying on your own. Plus, you didn’t want to give anything more to the media being that you weren’t their favorite person at the moment and that they could take even a small flight to criticize you. 
It wasn’t until Felicia called your name that you snap out of your thoughts. 
“Hey, Stark!” she called you and you spun so fast on your heels that you didn’t realize how close she was to you. 
You froze as you felt her silky hands take off the mask that you had been wearing as she leaned in, you felt your breath caught when you felt the lightest touch of her hand on the back of your neck as she pulled you in. Your body was buzzing as her lips ghosted over yours, she pulled you in so close that you were now flush up against her, your eyes linked for a second and your eyes fluttered down to her lips, she decided to close the space. 
Felicia’s lips tasted like cotton candy and ice cream. 
You felt your whole body was crackling, sparkling with electricity and the burning need to feel closer to her. To have her touch. You weren’t going to lie that you were a bit stunned and it took you a minute to respond but her lips were plush and fervently pressing against yours causing you took a hold of her waist and pulled her even closer, another one of your hands traveling to cup her face while your lips continued to move at the same beat as hers.
You had been thinking about her lips long enough, how plump they were and how pretty they looked. But her lips against yours was a whole other thing. It was like you were breathing the other with the taste of the ice cream in both of your lips. Felicia hummed against your lips and you smiled into it, completely hypnotized by the movement of her soft lips and how you felt your skin burning where she was touching. 
A whimper barely escaped your lips but Felicia had already pulled back, getting a good look at you. You opened your eyes and blinked in surprise as you watched Felicia’s plump lips form into a cat-like grin, but neither said anything as she watched you intently and quickly placed your mask on your face again. 
“I’ll call you, Stark” she whispered before she let go of you and went her merry way. 
You struggled to speak, to form any coherent word and so you let her go in silence. Somehow it felt overwhelming for you, every one of your senses had been locked into the moment and it felt as if everything around you had disappeared as you kissed her. You knew that you had been harboring some kind of feeling for Felicia and it seemed like you had lied yourself enough times to simply push that to the back of your head but as you had kissed her it felt like they had been poured out without any warning, and it seemed stronger than what you had anticipated. 
You weren’t sure how you got home, all the way through you had only thought about Felicia’s lips over yours and what did it mean? She had been the one to initiate the kiss, was it a way to say thanks? Was it because she had the same feelings that you had? Was it because she just wanted to mess with you?
It was only when you reached Stark Tower that you snapped out of your thoughts thanks to Ned Leed’s voice. 
“y/n!”, Ned gushed as he hugged you from behind without any warning. 
Sometimes you weren’t really sure how Ned was always so full of happiness and energy all the time, you had guessed -as you had gotten to know him better- that he simply had a gift for it. He was the sweetest boy and the kindness that he had in his heart always set him apart from everyone else. There was a sparkle in him that resonated with you and you didn't find it weird, or awkward when you began to hang out with Ned without Peter or MJ when you first met. You could easily fall into a conversation with him and keep on going for hours, he had become a light in your life; Sometimes, when Peter had assured you that you were his sunlight, you weren’t really sure since you had guessed it was a term that fitted better with Ned. 
“Oh!”, you said with a smile “Ned!”
Peter walked behind him as he talked with MJ, laughing at how Ned had raised you from the floor with his hug. Peter had been ecstatic about your invitation, Ned and MJ had been elated as well but Gwen hadn’t been that elated. Nonetheless, he knew how deeply you cared about his friends and how deeply they cared about you. You had easily become part of the group and Peter was more than happy about it. 
“How are you!?” you replied as he let go of you and you placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve missed you so much!”
“MIT is great!” Ned said with this big smile as you giggled a bit.  “I was hoping we could see at least one class together next semester! Do you think you will be over there, next semester? Can you make it work?”
You stammered as Ned gazed excitedly at you, you almost felt coaxed to agree with him, by how wide his smile was, knowing that it was a real possibility that you wouldn’t go back to MIT and keep studying in New York, at least in the foreseeable future but before any word escaped your mouth, MJ intervened. 
“Ned, let her breath” MJ stated as she walked over to you with a light smile.
“MJ!” you gushed as you gave her a small hug, knowing that she wasn’t into being too touchy. 
She hugged you back which you appreciated. “We’ve missed you here in New York.” She stated as she backed out.
“I know, I’ve missed you guys too” you answered sweetly as your eyes fell on Peter.
Sometimes you forgot how your heart would skip a beat when Peter looked at you like that. Peter Parker had a thing and that was when he smiled truly and honestly, his eyes would just wrinkle a bit and his face would just brighten up, it would look as if his freckles were beaming and would combine perfectly with the caramel curls that would often fall on his forehead. You knew that look so well, because it was a recurrent expression he would have around you but you hadn’t been paying attention since you had arrived, you didn’t know if it was because you had been so absent from your thoughts but it was the first time you were seeing it since you had arrived. 
“Hey!” Peter said with a smile and you fought the urge of playing with his curls as he placed a small kiss on your cheek. 
“Hey!” you answered rapidly, fighting the urge to get flush but then you remembered. “Um- where’s Gwen?”
Peter's eyes widened for a moment as he cleared his throat. “Oh,” he stammered. “She’s coming”
Peter didn’t know if she was coming. 
They had been having coffee close by during the afternoon and talking about a physics exam but midway through it, Peter had told her about your invitation. He knew you had done it honestly as a good gesture, an invitation in order to mend whatever was left of your past friendship and he knew that part of it was also hanging out with his current girlfriend. But Gwen disagreed, she had growled that you were trying to win him back and that he was falling right into it, she felt offended just by the fact that you -or well, Peter- had suggested that she should come, knowing that you were once in love with him. 
Deeply, Peter understood what Gwen was saying but he also tried to explain to her what was really happening and how important it was for him given that this didn’t involve just him, but his whole life as Spiderman. Gwen told him that she would think about it but he hadn’t heard back from her. 
“Good, I’m glad!” you answered while you swallowed hard, biting your lip for a second as you tried to get back on your train of thoughts. Peter noticed how distracted you look. “Please, come in!”
You were glad that the lobby had already closed down by the time you had arrived so you could quickly take off your mask and breathe freely. Knowing that you still needed, given that you were still thinking about Felicia’s lips and now you were thinking about Peter’s eyes.
You entered the apartment quickly, as you tried to lay all of your things down first so you could be more attentive with your guests, given that you had spent the day with Felicia and not preparing for the hangout.  
 “I’m so sorry, I don’t have anything ready. I was out”
Peter frowned. “With who?” he asked suspiciously but at the same moment, Harley entered the living room with Morgan in his arms. 
Harley’s curly dirty blonde hair was being tugged by Morgan’s tiny hands as she giggled loudly. “I didn’t know we were having guests tonight, then I would have gotten Morgan ready” 
You smiled at them as you quickly took Morgan from Harley’s arms and the baby gushed. “y/n!” she was already getting so big and was smarter than you had expected, already speaking correctly and forming full sentences. 
“Hi baby!” you cooed as you nuzzle your nose against her. 
“I almost forgot you had a sister!” Ned said as he started to play with Morgan, reaching out to her as the baby quickly latched onto his fingers while he cooed at her. 
“Who could forget someone so pretty?” Harley asked as he gazed directly at MJ, walking away from Morgan, Ned, and you, his eyes sparkling mischievously. 
“Hey H,” MJ said with the same confidence that Harley had, as she beamed at him. 
MJ and Harley had known each other since you had introduced them one night a couple of years prior at the compound when MJ was having a sleepover with you. Harley had been instantly enamored by the cool aura that MJ dripped and how little did she care for everything that a normal teenager was supposed to care. MJ, on the other hand, loved how smart Harley was, how he always seemed to say the right thing, and obviously, how interesting he was. 
Nonetheless, neither had made a move. 
“Harley, don’t flirt with my friends” you commented as you held Morgan tightly and shot Harley an annoyed glare. 
Harley flushed a bit, the tip of his ears turning pink as he looked at you wide-eyed while MJ laughed at him with a large grin, the underlying tension between them already growing with your comment. 
“Didn’t know we have people coming” Pepper appeared from the kitchen with Tony behind, her long hair tied in one of the ponytails she used to wear years prior. 
Pepper began to say hi to your friends as Tony leaned on the couch of the large living room, watching you intently. 
“Neither did I” Tony commented as he crossed his arms. 
You felt your heart racing in your chest. “I’m sorry, I forgot to tell you”
“It’s okay dear” Pepper stated as she gave you a quick peck on your cheek as you said ‘hi’. “I’m just sad that we already ate dinner”
“Oh, don’t worry we are just maybe going to cook something or ordered it in”, you muttered as you kissed Morgan repeatedly on her cheek for a second as Ned made Morgan giggle uncontrollably.  
“Where were you today?” Tony asked plainly at you as he raised his eyebrows.
You felt your blood cold as you turned around in panic while watching your father. Tony had a thing for catching people in lies and although you knew it was possible to lie at him, you also knew that if he saw the slightest twitch or inconsistency, he would be able to see right through you. 
He was one of the smartest men on earth, for god’s sake. 
“Uhm- Harley didn’t say?” you asked as you looked at Harley while raising your eyebrows. 
Harley shot you an annoyed look, which you answered immediately with another one. 
“He said you were out with a friend regarding the Halloween thing?” Tony said suspiciously, clearly questioning you and you felt the panic rushing through your veins.  
“I was with MJ!” you quickly blurted out as your gaze then fell back on MJ. 
MJ looked surprised for a second, stunned at your comment but she was quick, she realized that you needed a cover. You raised your eyebrows at her and nudge to say something, anything. 
“Yeah, yeah!” MJ stammered as she placed one strand of hair on the back of her ear as she smiled at Tony. “y/n was helping me pick a costume”
Peter cocked his head and wrinkled his nose, knowing that there was no way that MJ was hanging out with you today, she had spent the last few hours with him and Ned. He knew that you were lying and he stared intently at you. You tried to not react at Peter’s gaze lock on you, knowing that you would have to explain later what you were doing, you only hope he gave you enough time to think about an excuse. 
“Right…” Tony sassed as he walked towards you. “What costume did MJ pick?” 
“Dad, stop”
“What? It’s not like you have many friends! I just want to know” Tony retorted with a shrug. 
But you knew exactly what he was doing and you weren’t going to fail. 
“Rude” you stated as you glared at your dad. “I have friends and if you really want to know, we went to a lingerie shop because we want to dress as the characters mean girls so if you don’t mind”
Tony’s face turned bright red as he heard you and was already covering his ears, singing a tune -loudly- by the time you finished. 
You smirked. 
“You were the one who wanted to know,” Pepper said with a shrug as she smiled at Tony who glared at her, you smiled with a shrug as you continue to play with Morgan and gave quickly a wink to MJ who nodded in agreement. 
Peter frown at the interaction, knowing that whatever you were hiding seemed to be important. 
“Yeah, yeah” he quickly answered as he stepped towards you and kissed you on the forehead, softly whispering. “I’m glad that you are okay, thank you for taking it okay”
You smiled at your dad and quickly hugged him with Morgan on your arm, who joined in the hug. Nonetheless, the pang of guilt invaded you because you knew it wasn’t the truth, you weren’t taking it okay and you were doing everything that you had been ordered not to do.  
Soon after the whole thing, Tony took Morgan out of your arms and said goodnight with Pepper as they went to the other floor to sleep. It was already too late for Morgan and honestly, it was late for Tony and Pepper as well, you felt like you could breathe again when they left. Harley decided to go with you, much to Peter’s annoyance and to MJ’s delight. You then decided that you were going to cook some pasta with wine and then maybe watch a movie, the dinner was nice as Peter and you handled the pasta while Ned and Harley began to cook the sauce, MJ was the DJ as she played one of her perfectly curated playlists since she didn’t know or was interested in cooking. 
Throughout the night many different topics resurface, old fights and old movie nights, how Flash seemed to have a permanent crush on you and what had happened in the time that you had left. Ned was the one that lead most of the conversation regarding college and throughout the whole night, Harley flirted with MJ, which MJ responded to with coy smiles and blush cheeks. Nonetheless, you couldn’t stop your eyes from falling to Peter who seemed to be getting quieter and quieter as the night progressed, he seemed to be constantly checking his phone and furiously typing messages.
Deep down you knew they were from Gwen when after a while she still hadn’t shown up. 
It wasn’t until you were taking some of the plates to the kitchen while MJ and Ned discussed what movie to watch with Harley that you really had a chance to talk to Peter. He followed you onto the kitchen while you place the plates into the sink with a sigh. 
“Hey, where were you today?” Peter said as he entered the kitchen and lean into the marble island as you turned towards him.
You froze as you watched Peter’s inquisitive expression, your mind grinding what you were about to tell him. 
“I was doing fieldwork”, you lied as you got closer to him. “Nothing extraordinary”
Peter gave you a veiled expression as your gazes linked. “You know you have to tell me this type of things, right?” he finally answered with a sigh. 
“Yeah, but I got no information today” you answered, which was true you hadn’t really talked about anything different with Felicia than her life or random things, there was no new information about the mission per se.  “I’ll tell you if I find anything. Are you going to patrol tonight? Maybe we can-”
Peter’s phone started ringing, Peter quickly grabbed it from his pocket and read the name on it. He quickly glanced at you with a painful expression.  “Sorry, I have to take this”
You didn’t manage to answer, Peter was already walking towards the living room outside of the kitchen. You didn’t know if it would be the wisest thing for you to try to listen to what he was talking about but you knew he was talking with Gwen. You remained in the kitchen, staring at him talking on his phone, not that he really noticed, he was headfirst into the conversation and it seemed rather intense. You had come to learn Peter’s mannerisms when he was mad or when he was mad and discussing with someone, his stentorian stance, how his jaw would clench, how he would roll his eyes when he felt frustrated, how he would talk with his hands if the conversation got heated. 
“What are you doing?”
MJ’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts regarding Peter and your gaze from him, you turned around to see her shaking her head with a smile. 
“Dishes” you answered as you pointed at the plates on the sink, knowing that there was no way MJ was buying it as she sat on one of the stools near you. 
“Apart from spying on Peter” she added as she raised her eyebrow.
You glared at her. “I was not” you whined. 
“Yes, you were, it’s okay,” she said with a shrug as she gazed back at Peter.
You sighed and did the same, watching as Peter ran a hand through his caramel curls frustratingly as he seemed to get louder while he kept holding his phone tighter on his ear. It wasn’t good and you couldn’t help the urge of going to where Peter was, threw his phone away and simply hold him, play with his hair and help him fall asleep as you had done so many times before. 
“I just,” you said frustrated. “Why wouldn’t she come?”
“She was busy”, MJ said as she took out her phone and showed you Gwen’s Instagram stories. 
You could see Gwen being in a group photo of many friends but especially close to one random guy who was holding her by the waist. Then another one of Gwen’s kissing a guy’s jaw, the photo moving from a smile to a kiss on his jaw. The last one was Gwen being held by her waist by the same random guy as he gave a peace sign. 
You winced at the thought of how Gwen must’ve been feeling and you felt the pang of guilt again. You knew she was doing that because it was a call for attention to her boyfriend, you would’ve been lying if you said you wouldn’t be that dramatic, knowing your reaction at seeing them kiss a year and a half prior. It was normal, it was a normal thing to do if you were feeling like that and if you didn’t have any other tool on your emotional box to react to that. 
But you also felt for Peter knowing that seeing those stories and the possible text couldn’t be anything good for him, he had to be hurt by them.
“They have been struggling a lot” MJ commented, snapping you once again from your thoughts.
“Who?”
“Peter and Gwen, they just… they have been having issues. Especially since he told him about Spiderman” MJ continued as she watched her phone. 
You felt your stomach twisting inside because you knew that Peter hadn’t like being Spiderman for so long but had accepted the responsibility he had when he had gained those powers and that now, years after finally accepting them, they were going to be used against him in a relationship? It didn’t seem fair. 
“That sucks?” you stated as you glanced at MJ “It’s not like Peter can decide over his powers or responsibility. It’s something greater than him”
“Yeah, but it still sucks that he has to sneak around and then leave you as an afterthought” MJ replied with a shrug.
You knew that it was also true that this work wasn’t easy and that not many people would understand. 
“That’s true too,” you said as you stared back at Peter. 
“Love isn’t just chemistry, it’s logistic” 
You turned around impressed by MJ’s intelligence on the topic, not that you were surprised that MJ was as smart emotionally as she was smart academically. But the thing was that your mind couldn’t help but to go back to the kiss with Felicia and in reality, the whole thing that was going on between both of you. What was the possible logistic behind that friendship or relationship?
Nonetheless, you didn’t want to fester on it and you pushed it into the back of your mind for the moment; quickly changing the topic.  
“Hey, so costume party, you?” you asked MJ with a smile, looking at her cheekily. 
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I guessed it was time since now I have more friends. My parents are going on a trip and they let me have the apartment for Halloween so I’m excited. Betty and Flash are also coming back for it.”
You smiled widely. “You know my favorite holiday is Halloween”
It was true, Halloween had become your favorite holiday since you could remember. Birthdays weren’t that special for you, you didn’t enjoy the attention you received, even if it came from Tony or Pepper, and since you didn’t have many friends to celebrate it with when you were younger, it didn’t seem important. Christmas wasn’t your favorite either, your mom had passed away during that time and it didn’t bring good memories, they were always nice but nothing more than that, plus Tony had never bought the puppy you wanted so that contributed.
But, but, Halloween was a whole different story for you. You loved that you were able to be someone else each year and it had become a tradition for you to go trick or tricking with the best Halloween costumes ever. Most importantly, Tony would go with you and no one would recognize you since you would always wear a mask, it felt like you could be yourself and not “y/n Stark”, at least for one night of the year. The tradition had continued even when you were older, Tony agreed of going through the streets of New York in different costumes and go to pick up food and candy from any restaurant you wanted, later eating it at home. One of your favorite Halloween’s hand been when you had managed to take all the Avengers to do the same, it had ended up being one of your favorite days as you walked through Time Square with Steve dressed as Ironman, Natasha dressed as Y/N Stark, Bruce dressed as Thor, Thor as Clint, Clint as Bruce, Tony dressed as Spiderman, and you and Peter decided to dress as Black Widow and Captain America. 
It was a great Halloween. 
“I do know that,” MJ said as she wiggled her eyebrows.  “I can’t wait to see what you come as”
“Ugh, I still have to plan it but hey, thank you for inviting me,” you said honestly with a smile.
MJ huffed. “Why wouldn’t I? You are a great friend”
You winced at MJ’s words as you turned around to watch Peter again discussing even louder, he seemed so exhausted and you felt your heart clenching. Yeah, a great friend that doesn’t tell the truth to her best friend, you thought to yourself as you stared at the soft boy. 
Soon, MJ and you decided to leave Peter alone for a bit, Ned and Harley had already started the movie and you sat on the couch with a smile as you watched the large screen. Still, you would turn around towards the door, hoping Peter would come and he eventually did but he seemed so drain, if he had sat closer to you, you would have probably start playing with his hair but he sat far away from you and you didn’t want to be over him, guessing he wanted to be alone. 
When the movie ended, MJ gave you the details of the party that was going to happen in about two weeks, Harley invited himself before he placed a small kiss on the corner of MJ’s lips and he said goodnight. Ned gushed about how great the night had been with the same excitement he had, regardless that it was already the other day. MJ thanked you for everything and told you to text her, and then Peter said goodbye. 
He seemed so tired and upset, but you knew he was trying his best to hide it. 
“Are you sure you don’t want me to stay and work?” Peter stated as you walked them towards the elevator. 
You shook your head.  “I think we could use the night off”
Peter sighed and you felt the relief on his eyes as he stared at you for a moment. Deep down Peter had listened to you and MJ talking, not the whole thing but just bits and pieces, he knew that you knew, he had also caught you staring at him throughout the movie and he wished he would just go to you and cuddle, but the pangs of guilt and anger wouldn’t let him. 
Gwen had said it was his fault, that he had been the one that hadn’t set the boundaries with you and if he wasn’t willing to do it then she would. She made Peter feel remorseful about the invitation, about the fact that he was hanging with you and he hated it, he hated knowing that although he assured Gwen and himself that nothing was happening between the two of you, he deep down knew he still had feelings for you. 
“Thank you” he muttered with a smile as you kissed him on the cheek.
Peter felt his cheeks blushing as he said goodbye and entered the elevator with MJ and Ned, gaze still locked on you and yours locked on him. 
But as soon as the doors close, you heard your phone vibrating from the kitchen. You walked towards the kitchen to see who it was and you froze at the text. 
Felicia Hardy: see you tomorrow, Stark?  
You smiled.
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Can you tell that I wrote the final scene at 1:30 am?? It’s so late but I really wanted to get this out so I can start writing for the next chapter that’s going to be SOOOOO exciting. many of you had already notice he chemistry between felicia and y/n which i’m glad because that’s what i was going for and i hope their kiss made that tension justice. Felicia’s so much more than black cat so i wanted to add her backstory although i changed it a bit and now she got her revenge on her friend. Plus, there are already cracks that are more notable now between Peter and Gwen, that would hopefully be resolved in the next chapter. I’m really excited about this chapter, I poured my soul into showing y/n feelings for both Felicia and Peter. I really hope you like it!!
The new sneek peak for the next chapter is going to be on. the masterlist if you want to see what’s coming next!
please please please let me know your thoughts and opinions on this chapter and if you have ANY theories or comments I would love to see them!!! I’m already so happy with the love you have given to the last chapters, I really hope you like it!  any feedback is well received and thank you so much!
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seeds-and-sins · 4 years
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On the Fly
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Pairing: Homelander / Reader
Rating: T (Language, lots of bad language)
Description: You are a loud mouth New York cop that doesn't give two shits what anybody else thinks. Homelander is the hero of America, the stars and stripes of justice. The fans ship you two together so bad, and it was all your fault. If only you had kept your mouth shut.
It was such a cheesy, stupid idea that the Vought marketing team had developed. One single interaction between Homelander and some tiny, pathetic little officer goes viral, and all the fans want more of it, ALL of the fans. You were just doing your duty that day, Homelander and Queen Maeve intervened when your partner and you were about to lead a huge drug raid that had been planned for months. You, always having been the more forward one, approached Homelander, when she just so happened to be addressing the news about the incident.
"Who the fuck do you think you are?" His eyebrows rose up at the sight of you, a fleshbag at most, badgering him. Your hair was loose, the NYPD vest fastened tightly on your torso, toned biceps flashing, gun at your side, he was absolutely confused at first. No officer just straight up approached him unless they wanted an autograph, or a handshake. You wanted neither. And you were so angry, your New Yorker accent was shooting out of from your lips without restraint.
"Excuse me?" He then snorted, reminding himself that you were both being watched.
"This was my raid, not yours, you don't just come fucking barging in without notice. We had planned this for months."
"And I understand that, um..." He forced a smile, although he really wanted to just break your neck. No one had ever had the gull to speak to him that way. "You are the real heroes."
"Oh, like that fucking shit is going to cut it, huh?" You pushed Homelander, although it was almost like pushing a wall, you did it anyways. Everyone around you both made a resounding gasp, even some of the emergency services crew members in the backdrop paused what they were doing. "Listen buster, I trained for this shit show, and what did you do? You were born with the power to fucking fly and shoot lasers from your eyes? Big fucking whoop!" Homelander's jaw went taut and he sighed agitation.
"And don't you know who you are talking to? I saved your lives and made your jobs easier." You crossed your arms, lip pouting out.
"I didn't become a cop so that you could make it easy for me. I knew what I signed up for. Next time, mind your own shit! I will keep you on stand by."
"Next time, I will still do what heroes always do." He stated firmly between clenched teeth, then bowed down closer to you, perhaps in an attempt to intimidate you, but to his surprise you didn't even flinch. You came straight forward, faces an inch from eachother as you kept a hard eye contact.
"You fucking come into my establishment again, I will have your ass." You growled, fists at her sides.
"And we'll see how well that goes for you, officer." He snarled right back, then you were storming off. Even though you truly wanted to be the last one standing, you had work to do.
The next day you did the usual routine. You went on your six miler, hit the weights at the gym, and then got ready for the day. You didn't think anything of it, got your coffee, grabbed a whole of the daily paper and walked to work in uniform. As soon as you showed up to the department, it was a shit storm. People were flying back and forth, colleagues of yours sent you stares without replying to your greetings, the whole place was in disarray. Then you saw him, and your blood only boiled more, he was standing with the commissioner and several unfamiliar faces. When the commissioner saw you, his entire expression lit up in that face you knew all too well, the 'I am trying to hide how pissed I am so I will smile' face.
"Officer (L/N)! Come over here!" He exclaimed with feigned excitement, he scurried the lit of you into his office, where you took your usual seat. You had been here before, you weren't usually very good at following the rules as it was. This blonde woman took the seat beside you, two others standing behind her with clipboards. She had this eerie grin on her face, not much different from Homelander's.
"Officer (L/N), its a pleasure to meet you." She held her hand out, you didn't accept it and tilted your head towards your boss.
"What the fuck is going on?" As the woman retrieved her hand, the red head behind her replied in an all too chirpy tone.
"The fans love you! They want you in a team up with Homelander." She explained, you rolled your eyes and then stood with a sigh.
"This is a joke. I am not doing it."
"You have no choice, (Y/N)." Your boss said and he said it all too sternly, surely he would have your badge if you disagreed.
"I don't believe this, why me? Huh? Because I said what everybody else was thinking?!"
"Here are some of what the fans have been saying." The other one handed her clipboard to you, the blonde still staring in silence with that polite and cringy smile. You squinted as you read over the list of comments, particular on the viral video between Homelander and you.
"Aww, they are like an old married couple?!" You read aloud, "What the fuck?!" Then down to the next one. "Why don't they just get a room?! Team up?! What the fuckety fuck?!"
"It appears the two of you have had some chemistry, I suppose." The blonde finally spoke coolly, you then raised your glare to Homelander.
"Do you think we have chemistry? Huh? 'Cause I think you are just a fucked up, flying monkey asshole."
"(Y/N)!" Your boss chastised, you crossed your arms with a sigh.
"Whatever, lets just get this over with. People will get sick of it eventually."
"Perfect, we will have the cameras on you, as soon as within the hour." Your jaw dropped, and you wanted to speak in protest, but the words wouldn't leave your lips. As everyone left the room, Homelander was the lsst one to tap your mouth shut, he grinned.
"You're a celebrity now, (Y/N). Get used to it." You thought you could, but it was so much work trying to ride this out. The cameras followed you for weeks, allowing Vought to post short videos of your encounters with Homelander. Homelander replaced your partner for that period of time, which only drifted your friend and you further apart. The short videos became so popular, soon the two of you had your own TV show every night at nine. It was originally called Justice.
"Do you think we could film your workout routine, (Y/N)?" Vought was insufferable in their addiction for the show, it had gotten a lot of publicity and was a number one hit for the industry. Homelander accompanied you on bank robberies, house calls, domestic disturbances, etc. Meanwhile, the both of you disagreed over everything and the banter only made the two of you more popular. Vought started making t-shirts and memorabilia that selled like crazy. The two of you posing, your playful remarks, and almost all of the words that left your mouth:
Flying Monkey Motherfucker!
It was like a fucking hillbilly porno!
Go fuck yourself with some bullets!
Listen, I have bigger balls than this two bit motherfucking laser machine!
That was when the true name of the show was born:
"Yeah, like you think I am going to be like you, fucking on the fly-"
"That's it!" One of the producers shouted from behind the cameras. Homelander and you glared at him, annoyed that anybody would interrupt the very imoortant argument you both were having. From that point on the show was named 'On the Fly', it ran like crazy, and despite its popularity, Homelander and you still hated each other's guts. The fans expected the picture portrait chemistry off screen, and neither of you really understood what they meant. Until Season 8, that is...
"There's about twenty of them." Homelander stated, as he eyed the side of the warehouse.
"Perfect! Half and half." You cocked your guns and the both of you started towards the double doors, leading in through the back. There was a body cam on you, one on Homelander, and a cameraman, one of several as some of them had been 'accidentally' into the mix of shoots and dangerous fights.
"Last time you said that, you killed one of my guys." Homelander stated, pointing a finger at you in warning not to make the same mistake again.
"We'll just separate everyone as we go, okay?" You stood back as Homelander kicked the chained doors open, the shots started firing almost instantly. One thing Homelander could respect you for was that you kept up very nicely, for a meatbag that was. You were fit and vigilant and would have made a fantastic hero, if you had powers.
Homelander grabbed you by the back collar of your vest, tossing you gently up to a catwalk that crossed the warehouse, where you easily shot at four of the criminals. Homelander skillfully did his work, lasers flying around, punching threw chest and throwing people out of the roof. You both finally came to the last guy, he was unarmed. You were out of ammo and mags. You holstered your gun and grinned at him.
"Is this one mine?"
"Sure is," Homelander cringed a bit, the guy was bit and hefty, twice your size. "Unless you want me to handle this one." The man's eyes widened and he shook his head, then raised his fists toward her.
"Nope, I got it." As always, you struggled fighting against the bigger ones, but you always caught up. Homelander stood off to the side, herring you on even as you got your face punched or as you were thrown against a storage container.
"Keep going, (Y/N)! Just shout if you need help." He would mock, arms crossed, that one camera man looking in in horror. Finally you grabbed the back of the guy's head and drilled your knee into his face, he dropped to the side unconscious. Breathing heavily, bloodied face, fists clenched and sweating pooling off your skin, you kicked him one last time. You nearly fell back if Homelander hadn't been there to prop a firm hand against the middle of your back. "I knew it." He grinned, wiping a hand across the bruise on your cheek. "I could have done better, but..."
"Oh, fuck you, you pile of heroic shit." The both of you started to walk side by side back out of the front, where several cameras waited and the camera crew stood to finish the episode. You both turned to eachother and stared, you placed your hands on your hips.
"Not too bad, supershitter." You said with a huff after finally catching your breath.
"You too, officer, you too." But it felt dull, something was off, the air was thick and the wind was a bit too breezy for your taste.
"Cut!" The director came forward from the crowd, smiling with that off smile, he could feel it too. "We are going to run this ending again. Why don't you guys kiss, or something?"
"What?!" You narrowed your eyes on the director, that was where you drew the line.
"No. Not happening." Homelander chuckled, like it was some joke. You didn't know why his denial offended you right then and there, but it did.
"What am I not pretty enough for you? Fucking jerk." The director slowly started to back peddle, gesturing to the cameras to start rolling again. Homelander held his palms up in surrender and shrugged.
"You have blood and shit all over your face, why would I want to kiss you?"
"Oh, so if I didn't have shit on my face, you would do it?" You saw Homelander hesitate for a moment before returning to that same confident swagger of his.
"No, I never said that."
"Well, then what the fuck is the problem?! Why wouldn't you kiss me? Hmm?"
"Why does it bother you so much?" He jested, hands now on his hips and he stepped closer. He had to tilt his gaze down to consider your tinier self.
"Why does it bother you that it bothers me?" His eyebrows furrowed to contest.
"It doesn't bother me." He spat, you crossed your arms and smirked evilly, only really wanting the last word. It didn't matter if he kissed you, or not, right?
"I think it does. I think you are lying." You teased.
"What makes you say that?"
"Because if it didn't bother you, you would just kiss me and get this shit over with."
"Fine." You didn't expect him to just go with it, your eyes widened as you stared up at him, hands dropping to your sides. Then you shook your head, pulling yourself back into thst glare.
"Fine, then." And you both leaned into each other, tight lips pressing together, and you hated yourself but you enjoyed the contact more than you'd like to admit. Everything was quiet, so quiet a pin could drop on the asphalt and everyone would be able to hear it. You gasped when Homelander's hands snaked around your waist, and your own hands found his biceps for support as you were slightly lifted off the ground. The gasp opened your lips and Homelander's tongue slid through and the kiss deepened as your mouths opened up and fought for dominance. Homelander held you tighter as he then ascended thousands of feet up into the sky. You gripped him harder and cried out, cheek pressing to his, now too high up for the cameras to find you.
"Hom-John, what the fuck, man?! Put us down!"
"Shut up." And he kissed you again, then soaring you both through the sky towards a destination unknown. You were so lost in the kiss at that point, that it didn't matter where you were going. This was the last thing you expected to happen, ever, in a million years. But you weren't going to complain...
Meanwhile, the camera crew and director stood down below in shocked silence. The silence was soon broken by the director's words:
"That was absolutely fucking perfect! Cut scene!"
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rahleeyah · 3 years
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How about some angst for angsts sake? This is wildly ridiculous, but like Elliot is back and with Liv and at the SVU precinct for some reason. Noah is dropped off by Lucy and he runs into a pedophile and the whole squad hops into action to stop this interaction from happening.
I’m sorry but I live for some short intense angsty stuff. I’d love to hear any thoughts or ideas you have on this! If you want… 🤦🏾‍♀️
Ok ok ok I been sitting on this one for a while. But like. Say they're all standing around and there's a guy the squad's been interviewing. They don't have enough to hold him but everybody knows he's trash. Say the guy is loitering by the elevators but he hasn't left yet. Elliot is waiting for Liv to come out of her office where she's sitting with Carisi, trying to figure things out. Elliot says to Kat "hey who is that guy", Kat explains so Elliot knows what's going down. Amanda comes out of the breakroom. Immediately sees the guy is still there and she's uneasy. Elevator doors open. Lucy and Noah. Noah waves to Elliot, Elliot waves back. Lucy stops to speak to Amanda. And that's when the guy says something to Noah. Noah turns towards him. Elliot and Kat are the only ones who notice but before kat can even get up, Elliot is moving.
"Hey!" He yells. "get away from him."
The guy gives him a smug ass look. He knows the press has nypd by the balls, they're turning over a new leaf, he's free to go and they can't touch him.
"I was just talking to Noah here," the guy says.
"Noah, go to Kat," Elliot tells him.
"he was just telling me about dance class."
"Stabler," Amanda says, a note of warning in her voice. Noah is already booking it over to Kat, he doesn't know his Uncle Elliot that well yet but he can see that he's pissed.
"you don't talk to him," Elliot says, and he's still heading straight for the guy. "You don't look at him."
"or what?"
Elliot gets right up in his face.
"or I'll put you in the ground."
The guy smirks at him. "You're awfully protective of little Noah," he says. "I can see why, he's a cute kid."
And that my friend is when Elliot hauls off and punches the guy in the face. He gets a few good shots in before Amanda pulls him off. There's a lot of yelling, Kat and Fin catch up, help Amanda hold Elliot back. the guy is on the ground.
Liv and Carisi come busting out of her office.
"what the hell is going on here??" Liv is looking right at Elliot.
"he was talking to Noah."
Liv's eyes go dark. She walks up to the guy, who is still on the ground.
"what the fuck did you say to my son?"
The squad like 😳👀
"well, if I'd known he was your son, Captain," the guy starts to say. Liv doesn't let him finish.
"you got about thirty seconds to crawl out of here, and if you don't, I promise you, you'll be leaving on a stretcher."
Guy takes the hint and drags himself to his feet and out the door as fast as he can. Which isn't very fast. The squad watches him go.
"I hope that doesn't come back to bite us in the ass," Carisi says.
"let him say what he wants. Elliot did the right thing."
The squads a little shaken by that, too. Liv isn't usually pro violence in the squad room. But she doesn't say anything else about it, just talks to Lucy for a minute and then goes to collect Noah and take him into her office. But when she passes by Elliot she reaches out, and gives his bicep a little squeeze in thanks.
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ficbitxc · 4 years
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So kiss me
This is a one shot I made :) (masterlist)
Warnings: Unprotected sex; smut
word count: 1443
summary: y/n and her best friend, Spencer share a room after a day working on a case.
Author’s note: This is just the basic best friends have sex with each other with a small plot at the beginning type thing. Hope you guys enjoy :)
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A shiver ran down my spine as Reid’s breath hit the side of my neck. We were busy trying to solve a case and I was pinpointing the exact area the unsub would be located. Reid of course, with his need to always be right was looking over my shoulder the whole time. It was sort of understandable, as I was new to the team, but I got the position for a reason. There was no reason to believe I’d mess it up.
Spencer, along with Garcia, were the most welcoming to my arrival. He had asked me to get lunch for the team with him on my first day. At my old job as a detective for the NYPD, I got undermined a lot because I was a woman and I was scared the same things were going to happen here. I was completely wrong though.
I noticed all the women on the team are treated with complete respect, the boss even being a woman named Erin Strauss. They all greeted me with open arms too, always inviting me to their girls nights every other Saturday, even when I didn’t know anything about any of them. Now, even though I’ve only been here a month, I’m closer with all of them than I was with anyone in New York.
Spencer and I became the closest, though. We had similar senses of humor, and instead of finding his rambling annoying, I loved it. Learning new things always interested me and coming from him was just a plus. Of course I thought he was attractive, too, with his skinny, but toned body, curly hair, and eye bags. Okay fine, I liked Reid. Nobody was ever going to find out, though.
“Can you back up a little bit,” I joked, “You’re breath stinks.” I grabbed my nose and swatted the air with my other hand to add on to the joke. 
“My breath doesn’t stink!” He screeched, breathing into his hand and sniffing it.
“Spencer, sweetie, I was only kidding,” I laughed, “and you should call Hotch, tell him we have a location.”
“Actually, I don't think I should. Don’t want Hotch to get bothered by my ‘hot breath’” He said, closing his leather bag and walking out of the room. I rolled my eyes and started dialing Hotch’s number on my phone. 
By the end of the day, we had another dead body and no name. We all needed rest. By the time we got to the hotel, half of the team was practically falling asleep. Before handing out keys, Hotch explained how we needed to share rooms during this case.
“Morgan and Garcia, Emily and JJ, Y/n and Reid, and me and Rossi,” He said handing the keys to each pair, “If you don’t like your partner you can switch, you’re all adults, do what you want.”
I looked at Spencer hoping he wasn’t disgusted to be paired with me. A smile on his face put my anxiety to rest, though. I crossed the room to speak to him. “Looks like we’re going to be roomies,” I stated, holding out the key, “Unless I make you uncomfortable, Reidy boy.”
“I'll switch rooms if you call me that again, y/n” He shot back as we started walking to our room.
“You have a problem with it reidy boy, you can take it up with my ass.” I said as we finally reached the door. I put the key in, unlocking the room. As I walked in my eyes went wide. There was only one bed. I was fine sharing a room with him, but a bed! My heart would explode!
“What! Why would he give us a room with only one bed?” I asked.
“This has happened before. There were only rooms with single-beds left. I can take the floor if it makes you uncomfortable,” He said looking over me at the predicament.
“Don’t be silly. It’s just you. We can sleep in the same bed for a few nights,” I said, even if my brain disagreed with the idea, my heart happily agreed, “Just don't ask to share the shower, too.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” He whispered, walking past me, putting his stuff on the left side of the bed. I followed suit, putting mine on the right.
“I’m going to go shower, then head to bed,” He told me walking toward the bathroom with his shower supplies. I nodded. Once the bathroom door was locked behind him, I began changing into my pajamas.I just put on a sweater and pajama shorts.
I turned on the tv for background noise before turning off the lights to try and fall asleep. Sleep overtook me fast. The next thing I remember is waking up to the bed softly shaking. Confusion set over me, but I didn’t ask what was going on. I figured it out soon enough,though, when a small moan escaped Spencer’s throat. It was deep, but quick, like he didn’t mean to, and he probably didn’t. Arousal began to pool in my underwear at the thought of what he was doing, though. 
Before my brain even thought about what I was doing, my hands touched his face, pulling it to face me. It reddened at the sight of me awake. 
“I am so sorry,” He quickly said, trying to get up. My hands stopped him, though. I didn’t say anything, instead deciding on pulling him into a kiss. He pulled away quickly, with a confused look on his face. As soon as he felt my reassuring touch, though, he pulled me back in. It was heated and fast. It felt like electricity made every strand of hair on my body stick up. 
He sat up, straddling me and kissing me down my body. I pulled off my sweater revealing the top half of my body to him. Whatever he was planning stopped completely at the sight of me. He paused for a second, before leaning back down and taking one of my boobs in his mouth. A small moan left my lips as my hands tangled in his hair. He switched boobs, giving them even attention. 
“Spencer I want you,” I whined, “Fuck me please.”
“If that's what you want,” He said, pulling my shorts and underwear off of my all in one take. His fingers went to my pussy, rubbing my clit. 
“You’re already so wet, y/n,” He stated, beginning to line himself up to my entrance.
He slowly pushed into me, giving me a second to adjust to his length. Once I nodded, he began pulling out, then slamming back in, hitting my sweet spot causing a moan to escape from me. He pushed my legs back, causing him to get more areas as he continued to pound into me. 
I hadn’t had sex in months, so Spencer felt amazing. It had only been a few minutes but I was already so close. One of my hands grabbed his shoulder, the other massaged my clit. 
“I’m gonna cum,” I barely got out the words, pleasure coursing through me. “I’m close too. Cum with me, y/n,” He groaned. Just his talking could get me off. With all the pleasure I was feeling, my orgasm began to wash over me. My legs shook and I screamed Spencer’s name, my hands pulling at his hair. Soon after me, he pulled out, jacking himself off. 
Before he could come over me, I put my lips on his cock, pumping back and forth. The taste of myself overcoming all of my senses. He began to fuck my mouth, tangling his hands in his hair.
“Fuck, y/n,” he moaned, finally finishing off, his cum coating the back of my throat. I swallowed all of it. 
“You’re so sexy,” He said looking down at me before pulling me into another kiss. Exhausted, we both fell asleep quickly, still naked. 
The next morning I woke up, all of my limbs tangled up with Spencer’s. A smile washed over my face and I snuggled back in, before I realized what had woken me up. 
“You owe me ten dollars,” I heard Hotch say. Mortified, I turned around quickly, waking Spencer up. 
“I told you making them share a room would work,” Morgan stated. 
“What are you guys doing in here!” I yelled.
“You both were late, so we came to check on you. We can see you’re both fine, though,” Morgan replied walking out. Hotch followed him, closing the door behind him. I look back at Spencer. His mouth was wide open. He looked as embarrassed as I felt. 
“They know,” I said, “So kiss me.”
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kellykidd · 2 years
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Things Change - Brooklyn Nine-Nine AU
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Summary: “And I bumped the wailers just to try and slow him down/He didn't know that it was me, and he took off/Oh how things change/And I found his truck in the floodplain upside down/It was a hell of a rain I didn't know if he'd drowned/Or if he died on impact, it must have rolled three times” - David, Cody Jinks
After Jake leaves the bar, he goes on a drive that ends in a way no one expects. Read on Ao3
Words: 564
Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, Drunk driving, driving drunk, death by drunk driving, injuries, car accidents
Notes: I was originally going to post this on Saturday but I couldn’t wait!! I love this one, but Please please PLEASE read with caution!!
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On Jake’s drive, he saw a couple of farm fields and little parking lot off one of the side roads.
All of the sudden, Jake sped up.
“I need one more,” Jake told himself, “one more beer and I can go home and see Amy and Mac and Maya. I can tell Amy after one more beer.”
Behind him, he saw flashing blue and red lights piercing through the heavy rain drops.
“Cops,” he slurred.
Jake sped up through the little town coming up before him.
“I need to get away,” he mumbled.
He looked back to see that he’d lost the cops, but looked forward just in time to see he was about to hit a tree.
Jake swerved in the road, his car started to slip and started to roll. A nearby tree penetrated his windows, sending glass flying into his flesh. Jake hit his head on his steering wheel and blacked out, partly from the pain, but partly from the shame he felt from what he’d just done.
Waking up, Jake felt groggy and reached for his phone in the rainwater filling his upside down car. He picked it up and it turned on right away. Thank god for the iPhone 13’s waterproofed-ness. He opened the voice memo app Amy installed on his phone, and started a recording a message for Amy. She was putting the kids to bed and didn’t want to bother her trying to fight the inevitable.
“Amy, if you’re hearing this, it means I didn’t make it out of here. I love you. So much. Tell Mac and Maya I love them. And when their older, tell them their dad died a hero. I really, really wish I could tell you the story of why I’m even out here, but I don’t think I have that much time left,” Jake rushed, his breaths we’re getting slower and slower, “And tell Holt, he was the best boss I ever had.”
Jake left the voice memo running, so Amy could experience Jake’s final moments. His eyes closed and he stopped breathing.
First responders found Jake dead in his car, upside down, with severe penetrating wounds. Even if first responders had found him before his breathing stopped, he still would’ve died, his injuries were just too severe.
Firefighters extracted Jake’s body from the car in the pouring rain. They found Jake’s dress shirt torn, with his old NYPD shirt underneath. They found his phone, the voice memo playing the whole time.
A firefighter found Jake’s wallet. The firefighter found his license, and a note that explained who his next-of-kin was and how to contact her. Something Amy made for each of them, in case of emergency.
“I’ll take the victim’s personal items until the investigation is complete,” Officer Marcel explained, “should be a quick one. Single vehicle collision, I’m sure the tox panel will come back positive for some sort of drugs or alcohol.”
“I’ll go visit the family, tell them the news. I know his wife,” Officer Barnes replied.
“Who’s the wife?”
“Chief Santiago.”
“So this is-“
“Former NYPD Detective Jake Peralta.”
“Marcel, come with me. Let’s go talk to the chief,” Barnes called, “it should be someone she’s familiar with telling her the worst news of her life.”
Marcel and Barnes got in their squad car and set out on their drive to the Peralta-Santiago house.
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"Words Fail" *Chapter 15*
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Chapter 14
Chapter 16
Alright so dividing it up was hard and it left this chapter a tad short, but you got three in a row so I think you can manage.
Warning: Talk of rape/assault, read at your own discretion.
TBH I don't know how much long it will be, I'm HOPING I can get to 20. I'm sure I can.
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“So, the…the guy kept pulling and pulling,” You started once again, determined not to break down again.
“He kept pulling until I passed out, and I guess I was just fucking lucky he came before he strangled me completely,” Your wrang your hands together, telling yourself to suck it the fuck up.
“So, I woke up, and he was gone. I guess he got what he wanted. Or maybe he thought he had killed me and didn’t want to get caught,” You shrugged sadly.
“I had planned to rat on the...’businesses, for a long time. Well, at least since my dad went away,” You shifted uncomfortably in your chair.
“Oh, you mean when you actually had to go through it,” Olivia scoffed.
“OLIVIA,” Rafael was practically foaming at the mouth with anger at her comment.
“FINE, yes,” You agreed.
“Yes, once it got bad for me, I wanted out. But I hadn’t grown the balls to actually turn anyone in,” You sighed.
“And not because I felt any sort of remorse, but I knew as long as my dad was locked up my life and well-being would always be up for grabs to the highest bidder. And if daddy’s friends found out I was rolling on them, I’d be dead for sure,” You took your hand away from Rafael once again and stuck both of your hands in your lap, feeling self-conscious again.
“But like I said, after that night-- my life had been in fucking danger anyway, so I had nothing to lose at that point,” You kept looking at your hands in your lap.
“Plus, I thought that if I needed protection, the cops would give it to me in exchange for my family,” You said the last part under your breath, knowing how stupid it sounded now.
“Which is exactly why you--” Olivia started to explain for you, but your head shot up as you looked her in the eyes.
“NO!!” You exclaimed.
“I didn’t even get that far!!! I walked into the NYPD station that night intending to do that. But when I got to the desk, I guess I looked so fucked up the woman at the desk asked if I had been assaulted, which I had been. So, I said yes. And she said that I needed to go talk to Olivia Benson, in SVU. Which I DID.” You gestured to Olivia.
“And…. And I never used my real name for my…job. NEVER. And I also wore a blonde wig, which thank God I had decided to put up--” You had to laugh for a moment at the thought of you having to have kept this charade with a cheap blonde wig on 24/7.
“Oh my god,” Carisi suddenly spoke.
“.... What?” Amanda looked at him oddly.
“Vivian, and Kit,” Sonny chuckled sadly.
“Yeah…?” Fin was also curious now.
“Pretty Woman,” He shook his head. “My sister LOVES that movie, how the fuck did I not put that together…”
“He’s right,” You shrugged. “It’s one of my favorite movies,”
“I just liked the name when Y/N mentioned it, rom coms aren’t my thing. I hate a happy ending,” Cassie clarified.
“ANYWAY--” You talked over her.
“So I don’t use my name, I use Vivian. And I always, ALWAYS use a different last name with everyone I encounter. Untraceable,”
“Right,” Olivia rolled her eyes.
“And I swear, I SWEAR on my life Olivia, Tucker was the first name to pop in my head at that second when you opened the door. It just…spilled out,”
“Sure,” She frowned at you.
“Olivia come on,” Rafael defended you. “There’s no way she could’ve known--”
“Rafael, I realize that you can forgive her because now you can sleep with her, but I’m--” Olivia started.
“Fuck YOU,” Rafael sneered, causing shocked gasps from the table, and a cackle from Cassie.
“Ooooh, mommy and daddy are fighting,” She giggled.
“Rafael, it’s fine she--” You pulled on him to sit back down, shocked he was that volatile to his best friend. Over you no less. “She has a point,”
“What?” He turned to you. “No, she doesn’t. I’m not-- I don’t--- this has nothing to do with ‘fucking’ you, Y/N,”
“I mean I’m sure it has a little to do with it, counselor,” Cassie said slyly. “Tell me you don’t wanna take my sister into her room back there and take her ‘virginity’?” She collapsed into giggles after saying ‘virginity’.
“MY POINT IS--” You spoke over all the chaos. “I really didn’t mean to ‘impersonate’ anyone. You just--- you started talking, and assuming all of this stuff and--”
“Oh, so it’s my fault?” She rolled her eyes.
“No!” You shook your head.
“No, it’s mine. I should have spoken up immediately, I know that. I should have told you that I was just a victim, nothing more than that. And then I would’ve told you about the clubs, and my dad would still be in prison, and none of us would be sitting here,”
“I’m sorry, did you say, ‘still be in’?” Fin suddenly spoke. “Is your father NOT in prison?”
“NO!” You gestured excitedly. “That’s exactly why I had to keep this going! He wouldn’t send ‘hit men’ after you, he literally wants to kill you all himself!!!”
“So, he broke out of prison because he knew you were close to us?” Amanda asked warily.
“No, no he--” You took a breath. “He broke out because he found out what Joey had done to us. And then he showed up here with him and shot him in the face right in front of me. To prove how much he ‘loved’ me, and to tell me his plan,”
"He has a plan?” Olivia asked in a worried tone now.
“He’s HAD a plan, since you put him away, Olivia,” You looked at her. “And it has NOTHING to do with me, or my relationships with you,”
“I mean, technically it kind of does,” Cassie shrugged.
“Cassie….” You begged her not to start.
“What? I mean, he’s our brother too,”
“.... I’m sorry, what?”
“Oh please,” Cassie laughed. “You’re a smart person, right Olivia? You’re telling me the wheels haven’t been turning in your head since she said Johnny Drake was our father?”
Olivia’s face was blank for a moment, then the wheels actually did start to turn.
“Oh my god, they didn’t. You really--” She laughed again. “God Noah’s lucky he doesn’t have your genes,”
“Noah,” Olivia repeated, looking between the two of you. “This is about Noah?”
“He thinks you ‘stole’ him from us,” You answered.
“Us?” Olivia raised her eyebrows.
“Uh, his big sisters, obviously. Hello!” Cassie gestured between the two of you. You noticed the faces in the room slowly start to come to their own realizations of what was going on.
“I’m not in on that, I swear Olivia,” You tried to assure her. “I-I don’t think you stole him from anyone. I know you’re a great mom, I would never--”
“Yeah yeah yeah, we know,” Cassie dismissed you. “You could never take Noah from his ‘mommy’, you could never turn on your ‘friends’,”
“Her FAMILY,” Sonny corrected her. You looked over at him and Amanda, they were both giving you small smiles. Were they really willing to forgive you too?
“Her FAMILY?” Cassie repeated sarcastically. “Please. You don’t even know this bitch,”
“DON’T call her that,” Rafael stood up.
“Wow sis, you really did a number on this one I’ll give you that,” She chuckled as she circled Rafael while you looked on in nervousness.
“You all are so-- distracted, by your annoying ‘emotions’, that you don’t realize she is STILL playing you!”
“No, I’m not!!!” You cried in frustration. She was not doing this again.
“Think about it. You’re all fairly smart individuals, I assume,” She looked around the room.
“You never even thought for a second that she was anything other than Vivian. A sweet, down on her luck girl who took care of her dying daddy, and just wanted to be loved,” she said all of her description in a cruel mocking town as she came up beside you and squished you mouth and chin between her hands.
“When in reality, Y/N is a selfish, stupid little--” She shoved your head roughly as she started to really go off.
“Why are you so cruel to her, Cassie?” Rafael stopped her.
“Excuse me?” She stopped and turned to face him.
“Isn’t she your sister? Didn’t you say there was a ‘whole other story’ to explain that? Care to elaborate?” He gestured in a ‘go on’ manner.
You knew he was stalling, stalling for what you didn’t know. He didn’t know you had a gun. You cursed yourself for not attempting to attach it to your dress. Instead, it was sitting in a drawer in your room, where you were sure you could have gotten it before anything had gone down. But once again, you had fucked this up. And once again, the people you loved were going to pay for it.
You hoped he could stall long enough for you to get back in that room.
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word-scribbless · 3 years
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Worry
request: Can you do an Adam Ruzek X Reader imagine where the reader works in intellegence and faints cause she is over stressed, dehydrated and scared cause Adam is undercover. Adam finds out about this and takes care of her?❤ @fullwattpadmusictree
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Suddenly the whole world was dark. You could hear muffled noises and feel people moving around you but didn’t know what was going on. You remember being at work, talking to Voight. So why did it feel like you were waking up from a really awful sleep in a room full of people.
“Y/N/N wake up, come on newbie. Don’t make me call Adam and tell him you passed out.” You heard Kevin’s deep voice.
‘Passed out? Shit’ you thought as you replayed his words.
At the thought of Adam, everything came rushing back.
Adam was working undercover, had been for the past 3 weeks. You hadn’t heard from him or seen him. You only knew he was okay from the cryptic texts he sent Voight every other day. This wasn’t new to you in your 3 and a half year relationship, this time felt different though.
You hadn’t been eating or sleeping well. Everyone saw how much this affected you. Voight tried to keep you as in the loop as possible. He knew you were usually such a trooper when Ruzek was undercover. Always optimistic and supportive. This time was different however, and he didn’t know why.
No one but you knew why this one was so hard. Adam Ruzek has proposed to you one beautiful night just over a month ago. You hadn’t told anyone because the next day he found out about this undercover assignment. You knew this one would be rough, but wanted to support Adam anyway you could.
He knew that you were engaged before and that your fiancé was killed but he didn’t know the full story.
He didn’t know that your fiancé was you partner at NYPD and that he was killed only a few weeks after proposing. You usually weren’t superstitious, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you were cursed. And if you were that might mean Adam would never come home to you.
As much as you knew this was silly and tried to push it away, it ate at you until you were a nervous wreck. You’d been trying to hide it but knew after this you’d have to come clean.
You could hear but not talk or move just yet.
“Should we get in touch with Ruzek? Try to pull him out?”
‘No!’ You tried to yell, but nothing came out.
“I was anyway, this is clearly too much for Y/N. He was supposed to be done next week regardless, and it’s only an intell mission we’ll just take what we’ve got now.” Voight rasped out , and you heard his worried tone.
“No” you tried yelling again. Everyone stopped and turned to you. Apparently it worked this time, it had come out as a whisper, but still, they heard you. You blinked your eyes open and saw Haley’s hand in yours.
“Don’t pull him boss, I’ll be okay. I just haven’t been eating like I should.” You whispered.
“Too late Y/N/N, orders were sent this morning, your boy is coming home”
You cried In relief, but also embarrassment. “I’m so sorry, Voight I promised you our relationship wouldn’t mess with work and I let it I’m so sorry!” You were now sobbing.
Voight knelt down and scooped you up in his arms. Since you transferred to intelegence 5 years ago, Voight had been like a father to you.
“Y/N sweetheart, it is not your fault. Something is clearly wrong and that’s alright, you just need to tell me what it is. I should have pulled him sooner, this, this not eating and worrying yourself to fainting isn’t like you. What’s going on?”
You opened your mouth reluctantly to explain when the bullpen door flew open. A frazzled, and scruffy Adam, straight from his undercover op.
“Where is she?” He boomed before spotting her on the floor crying in Voight’s arms. Kevin has texted Jay that Y/N fainted and Adam had read the text as Jay was driving.
“Baby what happened?”
“I’m okay”
“ I know when you’re lying.”
“She fainted” Voight said and you winced as the worried look on Adams face as he took you in his arms.
“You haven’t been eating enough again! This is my fault I knew I should have stayed with you! I shouldn’t have left right after giving you this.” He said, pulling the chain with the engagement ring out from under your shirt. Eeveryone but Voight had left the bull pen to follow a lead, or give you space, you weren’t quite sure. The three of you were all still sat on the floor.
You heard Voight take a breath.
“Y/N you should have told me. I would have picked someone else.” Voight said and you Winced again at his worried tone.
“We were going to tell you but you told us about the op the next day” you sniffled, knowing he was connecting the dots. He knew about Kyle and how and when he was killed.
“Y/N what happened to Kyle wasn’t because he proposed”
It clicked in Adam’s head now too and he held you tighter.
“He was killed right after he proposed?” He breathed causing you to nod.
“1 month later, on an undercover op.”
“Oh baby. I’m so sorry!”
“I know it’s dumb but my brain-“
“It’s not dumb y/n but you need to take care of yourself.” Adam breathed out as he kissed your head.
“ I ruined the op.” You cried.
“You didn’t” Adam said shaking his head.
“I let us get in the way of the job”
“You didn’t Y/L/N” Voight agreed.
“I got everything we need I was going to give the go ahead to end the op tomorrow.” Adam assured you.
“But I would have pulled him weeks ago if I’d known it’d help!”
“ I broke the pro-“ you started
“I’m not going to fault you for caring y/n, or worrying yourself sick, however I’ll be pissed of you ever do it again. I knew when I approved of your relationship each of you were going to get over emotional at least once. You held out for a long time.” Voight laughed.
“He held out longer” You said nodding to Adam, causing him to hang is head and Voight to smirk.
“Your boy lasted a week.”
“What?” You laughed.
“He almost knocked out a uniform throwing his vest to go get you from talking down Haber on that hostage call 6 days after you came clean about your relationship.”
“You never told me that!” You said raising your head from Adams chest to look at him.
“Yeah and I wasn’t going to.” He threw a half teasing glance at Voight.
“Hey! No secrets remember?”
you said, lifting up the ring attached to the chain on your neck.
“It wasn’t a secret” he scoffed as he unclasped the chain, taking the ring in his fingers. “I just didn’t want you to think I was lame, then I forgot about it on purpose and hoped it’s go away.” He laughed.
“Still want this?” He asked with a joking tone, but you could still hear his concern,
“I will always and forever want that, and all that comes with it” you smiled, holding out your hand for him to slide it back on. You pulled him down for a kiss, not noticing Voight slip out with a smile on his face.
“Let’s get you checked at med and then home to rest.” Adam said softly, as he helped you up.
“Bu-“ you started to argue.
“Nope I’m not negotiating on Med but when we get home I’ll cook you some Mac and cheese and you can pick a movie.”
“Can I have snuggles?”
“Duh!”
You nodded and let yourself be led to his car.
You stopped on the top step and said “promise me this won’t stop you from doing your job, even the undercover stuff. He sighed but nodded, knowing you’d never forgive yourself if he changed how he worked because of you.
“ONLY if you promise me you’ll tell me if you EVER feel like this again, and if I’m away you tell voight.”
“Promise! Now take me to med so I can get home to my snuggles! I missed you!” You smiled
He leaned down to kiss her again. “I missed you too baby.”
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