#omar zidan x reader

[bullet-prooflove]

"It's you and me, now and forever"

It’s you, Omar thinks about when he gets shot in the chest by that college kid. The fact that you have absolutely no idea that he’s in love with you. He lies on his back staring up at a water stained ceiling and prays to Allah that he lives long enough to tell you that, that by some miracle he makes it home tonight. The agony, it stabs through his ribs as his ears ring like crazy. The taste of metal twangs on his tongue and he wonders if he’s drowning, if it’s the taste of his own blood climbing up the back of his throat.

Maggie’s face swings into his vision and there’s a reassurance there, a comfort because if these are his last words, there’s a witness to them.

“Hanna…” He chokes but he can’t seem to catch his breath. “Tell her…”

“You’re ok.” Maggie soothes, her voice filtering back into his ears as her fingers undo the Velcro straps of his vest. He feels the pressure in his chest loosen as she gently removes the Kevlar. “The vest caught it. I promise you’re going to be ok. I just need you to breathe for me.”

He sucks in a breath and then another, the oxygen fills up his lungs as his heart rate begins to even out. It’s the second time he’s been shot this year.

It’s a couple of hours later that he shows up at the Human Trafficking division in Brooklyn. You’re standing in front of a whiteboard in the conference room, setting up for the team briefing tomorrow morning. You like to be prepared, it’s one of the things he loves about you because it means he doesn’t have to worry as much.

You look up when he enters the room, he looks tired, a little dishevelled. His tie is missing, the top two buttons of his white shirt are open, the sleeves rolled up his muscular forearms.

“Omar.” You say softly and before another word can leave your mouth, he kisses you.

That emotion in his chest, it breaks like a wave as his lips brush over yours with a tenderness he reserves only for you.

“You are the light of my life.” He murmurs as he cradles your face between his hands. “It’s you and me, now and forever.”

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[penwieldingdreamer]

A new crossover WIP coming soonish(?) It's not good for my brain to be binging crime shows like FBI and Blue Bloods🙈

But I'm excited as is my brain😅

Also a shout-out to anybody that didn't know this app before or wants to try:

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So far I'm super happy working with this and wished I'd have found it sooner 🥲

Anyways, I'll be getting back to my WIPs now 😅

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[stefanmikaleson1864]

I’ll Leave a Light on for you

OA Zidan X Reader 

So this is going to be after the reader is trapped in the glass and OA is visiting her in the Hospital ! I Hope everyone enjoys this. 

A/N: If you like my work please comment like and reblog it means a lot to see interactions on my work

OA’s POV 

Looking down at Y/N she was laid out all across the ground. Her face was ghost white and her eyes were closed. 

She looked so peaceful like she was sleeping. But me on the other hand. I was shaking and my heart was racing and I was a mess. 

I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. Everything in my body was on fire but I didn’t care about me only her. 

At this point the only reason I haven’t passed out was because of my adrenaline. 

“Come on Y/N it’s going to be okay help is on the way. Keep fighting okay I know how strong you are okay” I said in a pleading voice. 

I held her hand and just squeezed it . The sirens were getting louder and closer and I just kept saying a prayer in my head. 

Finally after what seemed like hours but really wasn’t the paramedics came and they hurried up and whisked her away. 

When I saw them take her away my body finally caught up. I just remember going down and everything went black. 

I wasn’t sure how long I was down or what had happened. Because when I finally came to I hear beeping noises and nothing else really. I slowly opened up my eyes and was saw I was in a hospital room. 

I was alone in here not sure what was going on.

 I felt like shit. My body , hurt my head hurt. And I felt like someone had run me over with a damn bus. But if I’m being honest I didn’t care about any of that though. 

I just kept replaying that scene in my head over and over. Wondering if there was anything different that I could have done.

 I kept thinking it should have been me in there.  She didn’t deserve this. 

Seeing how scared she was. The panic in her voice and on her face. It’s burned in my brain. The ache and pain I felt in that moment. I never felt so powerless before. 

“Hey Y/N look at me it’s going to be okay your going to be fine. I love you okay I love you it’s going to be okay” I told her the worry in my voice wasn’t even hiding. 

She just looked at me with a face that was hard to read. I could see the tears fall down her face. All I could think about was why wasn’t it me. She didn’t deserve this happening to her. 

Working with sarin gas I knew how it deadly it was. And even if she did wake up what would her life be like after? 

I was only exposed for just a few moment and I haven’t feel this bad ever. 

I kept glancing up at the door. Hoping someone would come in. WIth some kind of news. 

But at the same time I didn’t want them to. Because if it was bad news I could at least sit here and have hope. Right now hope is the only thing I had. 

So many emotions were just crowding my head right now. I just kept thinking of all the things I should have said to her. So many missed opportunities to tell her I love her.  

To tell her that she was not only my best friend but the absolute love of my life.  I spent so much time overseas and then coming home and working undercover. I never felt like I fit in or belonged. 

Then when I meant her it felt like I was home. That for the first time someone saw me for me and I belonged somewhere. 

We always had late night talks where she actually listened. 

We would spend all of our free time out of work together. Going to dinner and watching movies. She would make me go to the mall with her and hold all of her bags. 

No matter how much time we spent together i never got tired of being with her. I had so many chances to tell her how i felt.

 I think I was just scared of loosing her. Scared she didn’t feel the same way. 

Scared that I would loose the important person in my life. 

I didn’t realize the tears were falling down my face until i saw the wet spots falling on my blanket that was on me. 

I quickly wiped them away. Hoping no one would saw. 

Then after a few minutes later I heard a small knock on the door. I could feel my heart stop beating. My chest clench up and the panic set in. 

I looked up and saw Jubal coming with a worried look all over his face. He slowly walked over to me and grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. 

I looked up and gave him a sad smile. 

“Your going to be okay. Your going to be weak for a few days but it’s going to be okay.” Jubal said still holding on to my hand. 

“Y/N did you see her” I asked not caring about me. 

“Yeah she’s uh pretty bad she’s not awake yet but the doctor’s are saying she has a good chance. It’s Y/N were taking about. She’s a fighter” Jubal said. 

I squeezed his hand when he said and I think I just let the tears fall because i saw them hitting the blanket again. 

“I wanna see her” I said 

“OA look at me you need rest” Jubal said 

“I don’t care I’m good please” I begged. 

“Of course” Jubal said. 

 I was weak and Jubal helped me stand up and he showed me down to where Y/N was. 

Tiff and Scola with Isobel were all out front her room with a sad look in their eyes. 

I gave them a small smile and then headed in to see Y/N. She was laid on the bed with an oxygen tube up her nose. 

I walked over to her and grabbed her and squeezed it. 

“Hey Y/N It’s me OA i’m here can you hear me” I Asked 

“I’m not going anywhere I’m going to be here everyday until you wake up because right now you just need some rest” I said 

“I love you so much I should have told you I know this and I’m sorry I was just scared. Scared because I didn’t want to loose you. You ate the most important person in my life” I said 

Everyone came in a few moments after I talked to her. They all talked and shared stories about Y/N her family was surrounded by her. 

A few weeks Later 

A few weeks had passed and I kept my promise to her. I sat with her everyday and I held her hand.I told her about my day.

 I always ended it with I love you. I think I was making up for lost time. 

I would walk in a say a prayer for her. It was the only thing I could to help.  I would be the first one to visit her and the last one to leave.

I would bring a small candle and light it in the room for her. I know I wasn’t supposed to and quickly blew out the flame. But it was my way of letting her know I was here. 

If she couldn’t hear me maybe the smell would let her know someone was with her. 

She was getting stronger every day I know she was. 

I was back at working slowly though. Isobel had me on desk duty I just know it was her way of protecting me.

 She felt bad about what happened to me. It was a hard balance. I fought her tooth and nail on the matter but in the end she is the boss. 

It was a saturday morning now and something in the day just felt so different. I woke up with a happy excited feeling. It was a nice day out there was a shift in the environment. 

I didn’t want to get my hopes up though. Nothing good could ever come from that.  I made my way to the hospital. 

When i got there it was just me and for some reason I wanted to run right into the room. 

Not that i usually didn’t something was just pulling me there. When i got to her floor some of the nurses were smiling at me. 

I smiled back and when I walked into the room. I looked up and I was right it was something different today . 

Y/N was awake and sitting up. She was looking at the tv playing. I walked closer to her and she saw me and gave a huge smile. 

“Omar your okay” She said sitting up. 

I ran over to her and bent down and gave her a hug. She leaned up to me and I could feel her wrap her arms around me and squeeze me tight. I did the same to her not wanting to let her go. 

I placed my head on the top of hers not wanting to leave this position. I missed the warmth of her. 

We pulled apart and I sat down next to her. I grabbed her hand and squeezed it. 

“How are you feeling, are you okay. Do you need anything I could get up and” I was saying then she cut me off

“Omar take a breath I’m okay I just want you here okay” She said. 

“How are you” She asked 

“I’m good doing better back to a 100% physically” I said 

“How are you feeling honestly” I asked her 

“I’m good my head hurts and my body feels a little weird but at least I can’t say I’m tired” She said laughing. 

“I’m so glad your awake I knew you would be okay” I said. 

“Of course I heard your prayers” She said. 

I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks and I felt a little shy in that moment. 

“I heard everything you know, you talking to me so weird you know hearing you but I couldn’t respond” She said. 

“You heard everything” I asked shyly 

“Don’t be shy and yes I did. I loved hearing your voice everyday it made me feel better , I felt calmed down when you came by” She said 

“Also tell Scola I know about his current situation and tell him that Nina sounds amazing  and he’s and Idiot” She said 

“You can tell them when they come by there going to want to see you” I said 

“Yeah I know but right now just me and you is all I want” She said. 

“It’s all I want to” I said 

“Hey uh listen I want to get this out the way now” She said 

“I just want to ask now because you know I heard what you said but if being stuck in this bed it made me realize I need to stop putting of things, and I don’t want to wait and have any regrets.” Y/n said all in one big breath. 

I could feel my heart beating faster and I prepped myself for the heartbreak that was about to come. 

“When you said all that stuff in the beginning. Did you mean or it did you say it because you meant it or just said because you thought I was dying” She asked. 

I gripped her hand and squeezed her hand tighter. I leaned in a little closer and we were just looking at each other. 

“I meant every word I meant I love you so much I always have. I should have told you sooner but I was scared” I said 

“I love you to so much but I didn’t want to ruin our friendship and our partnership we have one hell of a thing going” She said. 

“Hell yeah we do” I said to her. 

“It’s so funny we were both so scared the other didn’t feel the same way. Goes to show how much we have in common” She said 

I leaned in and she leaned in to and I kissed her. She kissed me back softly and I cut it short because I didn’t want to over do it on her. 

“You always kiss so soft” She asked when I pulled away. 

“You can’t handle the real stuff right now” I said smiling 

She laughed so hard and words can’t describe how much I missed that smile. 

We spent a good while talking and catching up. I knew something was different about today.

After a while I called the team and let them know she was awake. They all headed over not to long after. Having to wrap up some things from work. 

They all came by with flowers and a couple boxes of pizza.  Jubal ran right over to her and gave her a big hug and kiss on the head. Followed by everyone else. 

Y/N looked at Scola when he came over and laughed. 

“I heard what you said and your idiot” She said smiling 

“Of course you did and thank you for that” Scola said in his usual sarcastic voice. 

“We all missed you it hasn’t been the same in the field without you” Tiff said 

“Now your just being nice because I’m in a hospital bed I know you like getting all the good action and take downs for yourself” Y/N said. 

Making everyone laugh. 

“In all seriousness though we haven’t been a complete family without you and we are so happy your back to us” Isobel said. 

“Damn Y'all I’m crying but thank you every single one of you for your visit and long talks and even complaints. Hearing all of your voices kept me fighting and reminded me I wasn’t alone” Y/N said 

“ I love you all so much thank you for being my family” Y/N said 

“We love you to and thank you for letting us be your family” Jubal said.  

The rest of the night we ate and laughed. They let us stay past visiting hours making an expectation. 

I thank god all my Prayers worked for bringing her home to us. 

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[callmemaeverick]

Does anybody have any ficrecs of OA Zidan Whump and Hurt/Comfort fics?

Im bingeing FBI rn and Im pissed hes never been properly whumped

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[brattyfics]

24. potted plant

“Maybe a potted plant in that corner?”

You and Officer Omar Zidan are doing the final walkthrough of your staged home. An interior designer, plus other agents did the heavy lifting, stashing microphones and microscopic cameras in clever places, but something is missing. 

“What do you think?” You frown, turning to Omar. 

Always the gentleman, he shrugs, sports a reassuring smile. “I think whatever Mrs. Hadid wants, she gets.” 

You crack a smile. 

“Best husband ever.”

The words give you both pause. You’re playing a dangerous game, being undercover, especially with lingering attraction. 

Hopefully, you’re not under for too long.

Notes: My first time writing for OA/Zeeko Zaki. Are we interested in seeing more of him? More May drabbles.

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[playbucky]

Give it a chance.

You have a bomb place around your neck before some realisations come to light. Word Count – 1.1k Characters – Reader, Jubal, Isabel, OA and Maggie.

‘What’s happening?’ You asked OA, he turned to you. ‘We’re-‘ Jubal started, you held your hand up before shaking your head. ‘Don’t you dare say you are releasing him.’ You cut him, he looked at OA and Maggie before turning back to you. ‘No, come on.’ You sighed, you reached up and itched your jaw, the group flinching but your ignore them. ‘It’s the best thing, Vargas gets out, you stay alive.’ Jubal told you, you shook your head and turned around. ‘Is everyone out the building?’ ‘No, they need to stay in or you get blown up.’ OA explained, you nodded and walked away from them. ‘Are they safe?’ You asked, they all nodded. ‘East side.’ Jubal said, you looked that direction before lowering your head. Thinking of where the holding rooms were, tilting your head back you looked at the high ceiling. ‘He’s not talking, let me talk to him.’ You said, turning back to the small group who were looking at you as if you had grown two heads. ‘You have a bomb around your neck.’ Maggie pointed out, you arched an eyebrow at her silently saying ‘really?’ ‘That he doesn’t want near him, let’s call his bluff.’ You said, they looked at you confused. ‘What?’ They said together. ‘If it goes off, I die and he goes as well, one less person on the wanted list.’ You explained, they looked confused again before sighing. ‘Jubal, Isabel, you know it’s the truth.’ You told them, holding your hands out at your side.

‘Hello Vargas.’ You greeted sending him a smile, he looked at you shocked before he tried to replace it with a smug smile. ‘Y/N, correct?’ Vargas asked you, you arched an eyebrow. ‘Correct.’ You replied, crossing the small room and taking a seat in the table across from him. ‘So why are you in here with me, and not quivering outside?’ He asked, you pursed your lips and titled her head. ‘You didn’t do your research before hand, did you?’ You asked Vargas, he clenched her jaw. ‘I’ve never been one to quiver, not when one of the most wanted is sitting across from me.’ You explained, watching as his eyes ran over your face, trying to see if you were lying. ‘Me and my boss’s agreed that if the bomb were to go off it would be better to kill you along with me.’ You told him, his jaw clenched again before trying to hide all the emotion that he was showing through his face but his eyes were still wide with panic. ‘You’ll kill everyone else just to get to me?’ He asked cockily. ‘No,’ you moved in the seat, crossing a leg over the other, ‘everyone else has left the building, it is now just you and me.’ You informed him, gesturing between the pair of you, Vargas’s head snapped to look at the door. ‘No one to hear your pleas.’ You commented as he wiggled in his seat. ‘You’re willing to kill your self?’ Vargas asked you, you titled your head to the side. ‘It’d be an honour to ensure that your dead.’ You said, he arched a dark eyebrow before nodding and leaned back in his chair. ‘Very well.’ He replied, you sent him a smile and nodded. ‘Very well.’ You copied him, but you kicked your legs up on the edge of the table and closed your eyes as you let out a long sigh, relaxing into the plastic chair. Wriggling slightly you managed to get comfy, along with crossing your arms over your chest. You listening to the ticking from the metal necklace around your neck, coming to terms that you were more than likely not going to make it out. ‘You’re really okay with ending your life?’ Vargas asked, you cracked open an eye. ‘When we sign up, we make a promise to protect others from the dangers.’ You started, he looked at you pleased. ‘You are seen as a danger.’ You pointed at him, ‘My name would get a gold star, maybe a medal of honour but yours, well you would be forgotten, unnamed attacker on New York City.’ You told Vargas, his brows furrowed. ‘All you have to do is enter the code and we can both live, you can spend most the rest of your life in a cell inside of in pieces.’ You told him as if it was a simple decision. ‘So you can go and have your happy life with Agent Zidan?’ Vargas questioned, you hesitated for a second before shaking your head. ‘No, Agent Zidan and I broke up a week ago.’ You informed him.  ‘Oh dear.’ He replied full of fake sympathy. ‘Oh no, don’t try and get sympathy from me. I broke up with him.’ You told him, Vargas looked shocked. ‘Of course you did.’ He replied, you raised an eyebrow. ‘What does that mean?’ You asked him, he pursed his lips before shrugging his shoulders. ‘You just seem like the type to break it off with a man because he wasn’t going fast enough.’ He suggested, you scoffed before shaking your head. ‘No, I broke up with him because he wants to get married.’ You said, lowering your head. ‘And you don’t?’ Vargas asked surprised, you clenched your jaw. ‘No, not with this job as this shows,’ you motioned to the necklace, ‘I can’t fall in love with a man that I know would love me with his whole heart, only for me to be killed as a hazard of my job.’ You explained, he lowered his head. ‘You broke up with him because you love him?’ Vargas asked, you raised your eyebrows and gave a sad nod. ‘Yup.’ ‘I’ll give you the code.’ He admitted, you turned to him shocked. ‘What?’ You asked shocked. ‘The world needs a little more people like you, Y/N.’ Vargas told you, your eyebrows furrowed. ‘Who? People that are scared to commit because of love?’ You asked him, he stood up and made his way over to you. ‘People who know the damage that love creates.’ Vargas replied, leaning over you and typing in the code the beeping quickened before slowing down and a small pop sounded, the tightness releasing. ‘Thank you.’ You said truthfully, he helped removed the metal and set it on the table. ‘I don’t have much to say about you Agent,’ Vargas pointed at you, ‘but I think you might need to open your heart to the idea of love.’ He said, you rubbed your lips together. ‘I don’t think so, I’m okay the way I am.’ You replied, he looked at you. ‘Give your heart a chance.’ He commented before the door opened, Maggie and OA made their way into the room and bent Vargas over table, pulling his arms behind his back and tightening the cuffs around his wrists. ‘Are you okay?’ OA asked as Maggie guided Vargas out, you looked up at him and nodded. ‘I’m good.’ You said, rolling your neck as you glanced back at the disarmed bomb.

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[hibiscuswrites]

HCs for OA and his Christian SO and how they navigate an interfaith relationship?

This was a cool idea and I loved it 🥺 but I would just like to mention a little disclaimer. 

I know for some religious people, they won’t date outside of their faith while others will and don’t feel that it matters so long as they have faith. I haven’t seen every single episode with him in it so I don’t know if that was touched on at some point as to if he would only date within his faith or not. I’m also not sure to what level he as a character practices so I tried to keep it basic, but they’re living together in this one which is already a no-no for some so just take it with a grain of salt. I know he has that girlfriend Mona but I can’t find anywhere if it mentions her being Muslim as well. He’s shown his chest and above the wrist to non-Muslim women as well so I figured he seems to be a bit more lax. That being said, if they’ve stated that he doesn’t practice interfaith relationships or that he’s against something I mentioned, please let me know.

He’s all about inclusion and acceptance of people not in spite of their differences but because of them 

He believes in seeing the beauty in people across all areas

You were no different

He thought that you were beautiful of course, but it was your soul that really drew him in 

Your kindness 

Your commitment to helping those around you and those in need 

What sealed the deal for him though was your piety 

Though your faith was different than his, he could quickly see and admire your devotion because it was just as powerful as his 

He loves that he can see your heart as well as feel it and he knows that you’re a woman that he would be lucky to have

You feel the same way, feeling fortunate to have found a man who lives by a familiar commitment 

You take things slow, learning about each other and learning to love each other 

You maintain respect and honor for each other as well as yourself by abstaining from any actions that are sins for you or Haram for him 

You’re both saving yourself for marriage but you make sure that you show each other love and tenderness 

Sometimes things may heat up as you are human, but you hold each other accountable 

Sometimes you may pray with each other depending on how he feels about it

Usually, depending on when you wake up, he’s already either done with or in the midst of Fajr, so in the mornings you tend to pray separately 

If he agrees, you do your best to join beside him for Maghrib and Isha though, both of you offering your own prayers 

He loves to show you foods that he had growing up 

He loves making meals together 

He’s always buying you little gifts 

They’re usually random and out of the blue but he’s always getting you something, even if its just flowers or a book 

He definitely gets shy when you start doing the same for him 

He gets you a special present on Eid al Fitr

Overall, he just tries to be as understanding and welcoming as he can while still teaching you about Islam and you do the same 

Your faiths are an important part of your lives but so is your love and you both find the ways that will make it work 

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[fumbling-fanfics]

Imagine being pregnant with your first child with Omar Adom 'OA' Zidan

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So I got this idea from @supagirl 's gifs. I've just used them to start a new thread rather than highjack her original post and make it a mess. But do check out her gifs.

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Also I've not finished FBI on CBS so this imagine will proby not match what the gif set is about.

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OA wandered into the living room, glued to his phone. At this point he was so used to you being propped up on the couch either watching TV, eating, reading, sleeping or all four. You kept looking at him, until he looked up.

"What's wrong?“ he smiled, across the room. "Hungry?"

"Why do you always assume I'm hungry?"

"Because you usually are" he chuckled.

You ignored his accurate statement. "Are you planning on going out?" noticing he was dressed like he was going out.

"Maggie's coming over, she just wants to talk about something at work, why?“

“I'm hungry" OA laughed, shaking his head. He got up and walked over to the couch, leaning on the back of it to look down at you.

"What would you like to eat?“ you pretended to think, knowing full well what you wanted.

"Can you get me some cake. Maybe cheesecake too" OA nodded, with a slight eye roll.

"I'll stop by wholefoods, then I can get some vegetables for dinner too" his phone buzzed.

"No, not Wholefoods. Can you got to the Diner, intown. Please" you gave him puppy dog eyes as you looked up at him. He sighed in defeat, turning to leave.

You looked over the back of the couch and spoke. "Maybe we can go together, a nice walk. Then I can see Maggie rather than die from Vitamin D deficiency" OA turned back to face you, very serious. "You know you can't. Remember what the doctor said" you frowned, dropping your head back against one of your many pillows. You mimicked what he said in a childish voice.

You were signed off work, with instructions of strict rest for the rest of your pregnancy.

OA had moved furniture around to make it easier for you to get around.

You were even halfway though the rest of your pregnancy when you started to claim insanity due to the lack of being outside. Since it was prime summer time, OA also relaxed with home security and allowed you to have the large patio doors open (so long as the alarm system was on) - allowing the outside breeze to run through the house giving the effect that you were outside (well if you closed your eyes).

He'd been a saint really. Requesting one less day at work so he could be around if you needed him. Constantly running out to fulfill your craving requests, even the midnight ones.

OA disappeared upstairs, his phone ring echoing through the house and he jogged down the stairs.

"Maggie's outside" he gave you a quick kiss on the top of your head, then disappeared again. "I'll see you in 30 minutes or so" you could hear the door open, the noise from outside.

"Tell Maggie I'd come out to say hi to her but I can't because I'm being held prisoner in my own home" there was no response except the door slamming, but OA was probably laughing at your dramatics. He'd always know you to be dramatic but it seemed to get worse since you were pregnant.

***

"Y/n says hi, but obviously in a dramatic way. She's claiming the WiFi is conspiring against her and she's being held hostage" Maggie chuckled lightly as OA climber into the SUV.

"In her defence, I'm sure you'd be the same. Imagine what you'd be like not being able to go to work, and being housebound"

"I think it's the sugar to be honest. It's all she craves. She ate 11 of those doughnuts you gave me yesterday!"

Maggie's eyes widened in shock. “There were only 12 in the box" OA just nodded.

"But she's doing better, yeah?" OA nodded with a relieved smile.

"Yeah a lot better. She's still really tired. But thats partly because she can't sleep in our bed. It hurts her back, but she stubborn and wants to sleep near me so refuses to sleep on the couch at night"

Maggie didn't bother asking why OA didn't sleep in the living with you, knowing it was because he was far to tall to be able sleep anywhere but the floor.

"Can you drop me in town when we're done - I'm on a cake run" Maggie nodded.

In the car Maggie and OA chatted about a case, bouncing ideas off each other until Maggie felt better. Doing less days meant that OA and Maggie weren't partners together but they still made time to chat.

As she was on her way to speak to a witness Maggie dropped OA off on the corner and continued on her way.

"Tell y/n I'll come see her soon. I'll bring cake" Maggie teased.

"Please actually bring something with nutrients in it" OA begged.

***

“Hey Omar, no y/n?" Dawn asked as OA stepped up to the counter.

"Not today, but she is the reason why I'm here. Can I grab some cake please?" Dawn nodded and grabbed a container and cake tongs.

"Which one?“ Dawn asked with a smile. Just as OA opened his mouth his phone rang, the picture of you shaking on the screen.

"Everything is fine! I'm just calling to ask if you can get like all the cake because I don't know which one I want" you spoke quickly, hoping OA wouldn't freak out thinking something was wrong because your were calling

OA looked at Dawn. "All of them" she raised her eyebrows and OA just nodded.

***

The sound of OA struggling and a lot of noise made you peak over from your spot on the couch. You caught a glimpse of him, arms full walking past the living room into the kitchen.

"Do you know how many different flavours of cakes they have?“ OA walked back towards the front door.

"A lot" you called out, as you struggled to get up and out of the couch. You waddled into the kitchen just as OA was leaving again.

"Guess again" he called out. You didn't reply, too busy rummaging through the bags.

"Thirty nine! Thirty nine different flavours of cake! Like how can that be possible"

"Is there Red Velvet though?“ OA disappeared again.

"I'd like to think these will last you a while, but after yesterdays doughnut marathon I'm not hopeful"

"This is your fault too. I'm pretty sure that's the tank top that resulted in me being pregnant" you smiled in triumph as you found the box containing the red velvet cake. You tiptoed and kissed OA.

"Thank you, and sorry I'm being a pain" OA bent down kissing you softly.

"Nothing I can't handle" he winked.

You opened the cutlery draw and grabbed a fork. "Have some cake if you want" you waddled out of the kitchen and back to you spot on the couch.

"Are you gonna help me put these away?“ OA called out.

You shook your head as you walked towards the living room. "I can't leave the couch remember"

***

It took you less than five minutes to finish the cake, cursing yourself as you struggled to get up again. You should have just eaten the cake in the kitchen, would have been better for your back. But then again your feet hurt too.

OA notices you wince as you come back into the kitchen. You put the empty container and fork into the dishwasher, wincing more.

OA's hands find your back as you lean forward on your hands against the counter.

He presses into the painful spot, giving you a moment of relief "You should go lie down"

"Lying down hurts my back, but I think my feet hurt more"

"I'll flip the couch pillows"

You and watch, holding the blanket you spend most of your time wrapped up in on the sofa. A maternity gift from one of OA's sisters, amazingly soft and warm. The only thing that doesn't make your skin itch. When you're cold you often wrap yourself up like a burrito in it.

Once the pillows are readjusted and stacked up OA instructs you to sit down, and sits with you. He pulls your legs into his lap.

He pushes up the ankle of your leggings, knowing he'll have to do your ankles as well.

His finger expertly work their magic.

Before long your half asleep. You feel the blanket being placed over you, and then a long kiss pressed against your forehead. You're too tired to even fight the sleep.

"I'll start dinner" is the last thing you hear before you fall asleep.

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It’s on a lazy Sunday morning in bed that Omar realises he wants to take the next step in your relationship. You’re cuddled up into his side, your thumb lightly tracing circles across his abdomen. His lips brush over your forehead and you make that sweet little noise, the one he knows means you’re happy, content.

“Do you ever think you’d wanna make this permanent?” He says softly, his fingertips tracing languid patterns across your shoulders. “Getting a bigger place together somewhere in Queens or Brooklyn.”

“Queens is closer to your mom.” You murmur, your lips brushing over the hollow of his throat.

“That’s why I was thinking Brooklyn.” He says half seriously.

He hasn’t spoken to her since the last time the two of you went over there, you’d tried to broker the peace, it’s your way but he still can’t forgive her for what she’d done, what she’d tried to do.

He’d gone to the bathroom to wash his hands and come back to find you excusing yourself due to a ‘work emergency’. He had known you weren’t on call that night, and if that wasn’t a sign that his mother had done something, the watery eyes and your tense shoulders would have been a giveaway. He’d offered to give you a ride, but you already had an Uber pulling up outside.

It hadn’t taken long to get the story out of his mother. She wasn’t ashamed of what she did, in her eyes she’s simply looking out for her son.

“I told her the truth.” She says as she sets the table. “If she can’t bare your children she needs to let you go. She’s a lovely girl Habibi, but she’s not for you, she’s not someone you can build a future with.”

He’d walked out then because what his mother had done, it was beyond cruel. He had told her your history in confidence as a way to circumvent the inevitable grandchildren conversation and she had thrown it in your face.

It was the next day you had tried to end things with him.

“She’s right.” You say quietly as you play with the sleeves of your white sweater. “You deserve someone who can give you a family and I… I can’t do that.”

“Hanna, I don’t need that.” He had told you, his hands reaching out across the table for yours. “If it’s something we decide we want in the future we can explore our options, fostering, adoption, surrogacy, a family doesn’t have to look the way my mother thinks it should.”

“Omar…” You begin but the look in his eyes makes you trail off because there’s such earnestness in them. He means what he says, starting a family doesn’t have to mean getting pregnant, so long as he’s with you he doesn’t care how it happens.

“You are enough for me.” He tells you, his thumb chasing over your ring finger. “What we have right now, that’s enough for me.”

Your voice draws him out of the memory, you’ve propped your head up on the pillow so that you can read the expression on his face.

“How about I go make us some coffee?” You suggest, your lips brushing over his bare shoulder. “And you can start looking up listings on your laptop.”

His entire face lights up as it dawns on him that you’ve just answered his question.

“Are you saying that you want to move in together?” He murmurs, his hands threading through your hair as he draws you close.

“Were you serious?” You ask him as his forehead comes to rest upon yours. “About what the future looks like for us?”

“You know I am.” He tells you, his thumb tracing over the apple of your cheek. “Any future I have, I want it to be with you.”

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Prey! Series - Part One: Trafficked - OA Zidan x Reader

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When Omar first meets you it’s because a young Ukrainian girl has been found bleeding out on someone’s lawn after being stabbed thirty times. She’s lucky to be alive, he’s told at the hospital while he waits for you to arrive. When he thinks of the nineteen bodies they’ve just found buried in the woods and the shallow grave Hailey had clawed her way out of he thinks luck had nothing to do with it. That girl is a fighter through and through.

When you appear, he isn’t prepared for just how pretty you are. You’ve tried to downplay it; no makeup, hair tied away from your face but you’re naturally striking. You’re wearing civvies, black jeans with battered Doc Martens, a light grey tunic top thrown over the top. You’re in the midst of clipping your badge to your hip when he approaches you.

“Sorry.” You greet him, raising your head to meet his eyes. “It was my day off.”

For a moment the entire world falls away and he’s completely captivated by you. This is what the Quran talks about, he thinks, when you meet your soulmate. There’s a sense of tranquillity, of peace. A familiarity that you can’t explain. That’s how he feels when he shakes your hand.

“Hanna Emery.” You introduce yourself. “Human Trafficking Division.”

Hanna

In Hebrew it means compassion.

You certainly live up to your namesake.

He hangs back during the interview. He’s new to the bureau, still finding his feet and he’s experiencing a lot of firsts during this case. Human trafficking is your world, something you’re well versed in he comes to discover as you question Hailey. The technique is different, tailored towards different aspects of the victim’s experience. There’s an emotional intelligence in you that he can’t even begin to fathom.

Through the course of the interview, you learn that Hailey and her sister were trafficked from the Ukraine through an Eastern European employment agency. They were from a small farming community. They each completed a test before participating in a video interview. They’d been ecstatic when they’d discovered they’d been selected for jobs in New York City.

“It’s a scam we see often,” You tell Omar in the aftermath when you’re comparing notes. “They target girls in rural communities, the ones that don’t know any better.”

The girls had been picked up at the airport in a van by three men Snake, Spider and Hog. They’d been transported to a townhouse before descending into what Hailey described as the depths of hell. Your demeanour changes when Hailey mentions the name Snake, it’s a subtle shift, a tension in your shoulders, your eyes flicking upwards.

“Who is he to you?” He’d asked you as he swiped his card over the payment feature of the vending machine. “Snake?”

You’re already tearing open the wrapper of the candy bar he’s just bought you because you’d had to skip out on lunch with a friend to cover his case. Omar figures it’s the least he can do.

“A monster.” You tell him. “I’ve been cleaning up his mess for almost two years now. The shit he’s done to these girls…”

You shake your head as you throw the rest of your half-eaten candy bar into the trash.

It’s when Hailey describes the extent of her abuse that Omar finds himself at a loss. She and her sister Brook were taken to the basement of a townhouse, raped for three days straight. That’s incomprehensible to him, the terror of it, the violation. He has three sisters, the thought of something like that happening to one of them…

It makes him sick.

“It’s a way of breaking them down, keeping them compliant.” You explain to Omar afterwards. “It destroys their hope, erodes their sense of person. They become an object to be used, a vessel for someone else’s pleasure.”

You pause, your fingers toying with the bracelet on your wrist. It’s woven fabric, black, white and red threads all interlocked in an Aztec pattern and secured with a tight knot. It’s a couple of years old, he thinks. He doubts you’ve taken it off since it was given to you.

“They call rape murder of the soul, it’s worse than death. With death there’s peace, an ending. With rape, the person you are is completely obliterated, you can pick up the fragments, but they don’t fit the same way they used to.”

It’s harrowing, hearing it described like that. You must have done thousands of these interviews, heard so many variations of the same story. He wonders if it wears on you, if it takes a little piece of your soul everytime you endure their suffering along with them.

“I’m not sure how you recover from something like that.” Omar says, rubbing his hand over the nape of his neck.

“Some don’t.” You say sadly, your arms crossing over your chest as you look through the window into Hailey’s room. “Hailey though, she’s strong. I think she’s one of the ones that make it.”

“Is it true what you said?” He asks quietly, his shoulder coming to rest against the wall. “Is it really one in five women who get sexually assaulted?”

You sigh as you tilt your head to look at him. He sees the truth of it in your eyes and it devastates him because that means it’s happened to someone that he knows, someone he cares about, and he isn’t sure what to do with that knowledge.

“Yea.” You say softly. “I’m afraid it is.”

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“When we get home darlin” for OA Zidan?

“The things I’m going to do when we get home.” Omar whispers into your ear, his teeth grazing your earlobe as his fingertips creep under the hem of your dress.

The two of you are in the back of a cab, coming home from Scola’s engagement party. You’ve spent the night dancing, touching, kissing, doing everything except the one thing that Omar really wants to do.

“You’re so impatient.” You murmur as his lips chase over that deviant little spot, just underneath the hinge of your jaw. His fingers dip between your legs, brushing over your clit through those sheer black panties.

“Wet for me already.” He teases as his fingertips trace circles. “I think you’re the one that’s impatient.

You whimper and it’s a greedy little noise that makes his cock twitch inside of his trousers. Omar shushes you, his thumb chasing along the line of your jaw as he guides your mouth back up to his.

“Don’t worry.” He whispers against your lips. “I’m going to give you everything you need.”

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Prey!Series - Part Two: Mentality - OA Zidan x Reader

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Part One: Trafficking - It's during a human trafficking case that Omar meets you.

There’s a wealth of information that Omar doesn’t know about human trafficking, and he discovers that the longer the case goes on. He doesn’t think of himself as naïve; he has an awareness of it, he’s read the literature, but he isn’t prepared for the extent of the misery, the impact of it.

The two of you are standing in the JOC, in front of the huge array of screens. On the first screen are the images of the girl’s visas from the employment agency. Every single one of them is fresh faced and hopeful. On the second screen are the images from the ‘Just4Johns’ website. They’re sultry boudoir images, lots of flesh on display. The text written across each picture invites the johns to come and play.

It's the eyes that get him, the deadness in them. Every single ounce of their hope has been stolen away, depleted. Omar doesn’t understand how a man can look at any one of these women and not see that they’re being coerced.

He raises it with you when the two of you sit down for lunch together. This case is moving a million miles an hour and there’s barely time to sit down and eat. He’s graciously loaned you the corner of his desk because it’s an all hands on deck situation and there isn’t space anywhere else. The two of you are crowded in close, his knee bumps against yours for the umpteenth time and he apologises yet again. You give him a look and a blush creeping up his cheeks.

“The men that are paying for sex with these women, they have to know that they’re raping them.” He says as he takes a bite out of his sandwich. The case is making him sick to his stomach but logically he knows he needs the fuel, so he persists.

“They don’t see it like that.” You tell him, opening your pack of chips and tilting it towards him. You’re a sharer, he’s learned. Food, stationary, mints. If you’re having something, you offer him one too. It’s the sign of someone who’s used to caring for others. “To them they’re paying for a service, it’s no different from hiring a plumber, they’re taking care of a need. They choose not to see the reality of it. They don’t question where these girls came from, or why they’re there, it’s a transaction to them.”

It makes Omar think back to that night in Germany, a few guys had come back to base late after visiting a brothel. He’d never reported it, they were shipping out to Iraq a few days later. What’s the harm he had thought at the time. It was a couple of months later they’d heard the place had been raided, every single one of those girls had been trafficked.

There’s shame in him when he tells you that story. You can see it in the slump of his shoulders, the way he hangs his head.

“It wouldn’t have mattered if you’d reported them or not.” You tell him, leaning forward so that you’re within his proximity. The scent of your perfume floods his senses as he looks into your eyes. It’s something floral with a hint of nectarine, it reminds Omar of walking through the park in spring. “Stuff like that isn’t in the militaries purview.”

Your hands come to rest on his, his own are clasped together as he peers up at you with sorrowful dark eyes.

“It’s not on you.” You reassure him, your thumbs ghosting over the grooves of his knuckles. “I think this case is throwing up a lot of things that you haven’t had to deal with before and that’s ok, it’s a bad one, it’s jarring but you have to learn how to compartmentalise that otherwise it bleeds into your personal life.”

“Yea.” He says, bowing his head. “I have three sisters; I keep thinking about what you said back at the hospital about it being one in five…”

“It might not be any of them.” You remind him and he swallows hard against the ache in his chest before clearing his throat and pulling away.

“Yea.” He says quietly, his palm rubbing over the line of his jaw. “That’s what I’m praying for.”

***

It’s the basement that gives Omar nightmares, he sees it in his dreams for months afterwards. Filthy, stained mattresses all pushed together in order to maximise the space. The bedding is unwashed, tossed carelessly across them. The whole place is damp, he can feel the moisture in the air as he listens to the sound of the droplets impact the concrete.

The reality of what these girls endure is staring him in the face and it’s harrowing, it makes his stomach twist because no one should live like this.

It’s the wall that breaks him, the one out back next to padlocked exit. The cream paint is peeling but it’s the only surface that even closely resembles a canvas. The girls have drawn all over it, there are hundreds of images, depictions of their hopes, their dreams. Some of the drawings are more childlike that others and it’s those that hit him the hardest.

“Is it paint?” He asks you, his voice rough as he studies the wall.

“No. It’s make up.” You say quietly, the back of your hand brushing against his. “They used the only thing they had.”

His fingers capture yours and he finds himself squeezing your hand tightly because this, this is too much. He can feel their anguish seeping through the walls, their horror, their suffering and something inside of him just breaks. He doesn’t realise he’s crying, not until he tastes the salt on his lips.

“I know.” You say softly, your thumb chasing over the hollow of his wrist. “I know.”

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The Green Door: OA Zidan x Reader

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It’s the green door that Omar dreams about, the one with the red streaks and rusted hinges. There’s an apprehension in his chest as he approaches it because he knows what happens next. Yet he’s powerless to stop it, his body moves forward on its own accord, replaying on of the worst days of his life.

In that moment it all feels real. The weight of the assault rifle in his hand, his kit digging into his flesh through the fatigues he wears. He can hear Vega’s breathing behind him, slow and laboured as they follow their translator into the old tenement building.

Pop. Pop. Pop.

He tastes cordite on his tongue as the sound of gunshots erupt in his ears. He glances over his shoulder and he sees Vega’s body turning towards him, but his head is missing and the blood, it splashes across Omar’s face.

Hot, wet, sticky.

It’s in his mouth, his eyes…

It’s a haze of images after that as he freefalls into oblivion. He distinctly remembers the laughing, the way it rang in his ears as he lays on his back, twenty feet below in a sub-basement, filled with rats and fuck know what else.  

He wakes up breathless, his heart pounding in his chest as darkness twinges at the edges of his vision. For a moment he thinks he’s back there in Iraq, Vega’s blood staining his skin but then the scent of jasmine and nectarines flood his senses, and he realises he’s at home, in the bed the two of you share. When he opens his eyes he sees your face, your hair falling across your features as your fingertips trace over his cheekbone lightly. The warm, familiar press of your body against his, grounds him in the present.

“Take a deep breath.” You say quietly. “In for five, hold for five, out for five.”

You do the count with him; he loses track of how many times because all he can focus on is the fresh influx of oxygen into his lungs as the trembling begins to subside and the tension ebbs out of his body.

His palm comes to rest on the nape of your neck, his thumb trailing over the line of your jaw as you chase away the salt from his cheeks with featherlight kisses.

“I’m home.” He reminds himself, repeating it like a mantra. “I’m home.”

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Back In Town: O.A. Zidan x Reader

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It’s been three years since Omar laid eyes on you, since the day he dropped you off at JFK airport.  You’d had to catch a flight back to Delaware in order to care for your father. He’s thought about you often since then, wondering what you’re up to, how you’re doing.

When he sees you again at a crime scene in Brooklyn, he can’t believe it. He had no idea you were back in New York. The Human Trafficking Task Force operates out of their Brooklyn-Queens residency, they’ve been called in because Omar’s case has developed into something unexpected. Back in the day that’s where you’d been assigned, it looks like you’ve returned to the position.

For a moment it feels like the world stands still. Your eyes meet and it’s like the past three years haven’t happened. It comes back in a rush, all of those emotions chasing through his body, His feelings haven’t changed, not really, he’s still as in love with you as he was the day he dropped you off at the airport.

You don’t get a chance to talk, you’re busy interviewing the victims, reallocating them to the relevant resources. Part of your work is to ensure that each victim receives the support they deserve, in both an immediate and long-term capacity. This is the thing that you excel at, victim support. You have a dedication that goes far beyond the normal scope of any investigator he’s ever met. Your empathy is one of the reasons he fell in love with you in the first place, your ability to instil a sense of peace in the chaos that surrounds you.

It becomes a joint operation; you end up in the JOC discussing the details of the trafficking ring you’ve been investigating over the past few months. The story you tell is harrowing, he can tell it’s made it’s mark on you, you wear it on your features as you describe the conditions that you found the girls in, some as young as eleven. It sickens every single one of them.

He catches up with you in the breakroom afterwards. You’re trying to stifle a yawn behind your hand as you stir four sugars into your coffee mug.  You usually take one.

“Burning the candle at both ends?” He asks as he picks up his own mug and decants coffee and hot water into it.

“I’ve been on this case for the past thirty-six hours.” You tell him, rubbing the space between your eyes. “Your crime scene wasn’t the first one I’ve been to in the past few days.”

It goes like that with human trafficking. If the smugglers get even the faintest inclination that they’ve been compromised, they move the stock or dispose of it.

“I didn’t know you were back in the city.” He says quietly as he stirs in the creamer.

You lean against the worksurface alongside of him, your shoulder brushing against his.

“I got back a few months ago.” You say as you raise your mug to your lips. “I kept meaning to reach out, but things got a little busy.”

Omar knows how it works. You’d come back to New York, hit the ground running. He knows you would have wanted to move on after Delaware, immerse yourself in the work. It’s how you dealt with a lot of things.

“I’m sorry about your dad.” He says softly, studying your features.

He sees the sadness in you, you’ve done well to hide it but the grief it clings to you like a well-worn coat.

“We had a good couple of years together, but he declined quickly towards the end.” You shake your head as you clasp the mug to your chest. “It’s the nature of it you know?”

He does know, his uncle had died of the same thing not long before he met you. He’d seen the toll the treatment took, how quickly things can change and go downhill. That’s why he never begrudged you leaving, he wanted you to have as much time with your father as you possibly could. His hand takes yours as he meets your eyes.

“I do know.” He says, his thumb tracing over the hollow of your wrist.

You give him a watery smile, squeezing his fingers before the door to the break room opens and you release it.

You’re exhausted by the time case is over, it’s been over seventy-two hours and you’re running on fumes. He can see the weariness in you, it’s in the way you rub at your red-rimmed eyes, the single tap pf your finger on the keyboard as scroll through the report checking for errors. He knows what the aftermath is like, when the adrenaline leaks out of your body and the fatigue crashes in on you.

“Let me take you home.” He says, his hand coming to rest upon your shoulder, his thumb chasing over the nape of your neck. He massages that tense little knot between your shoulder blades, and you make that noise, the one he still hears in his dreams. “You’re too tired to drive.”

He walks you to your apartment door, fingertips brushing yours as you walk side by side. That connection between the two of you, it’s still there thrumming just under the surface, the way it always has been.

When he steps into your apartment, he can’t help but smile. The essence of your personality emanates from the walls, his fingertips run over the blanket that’s folded over the back of the couch, the one your mother quilted. He remembers it draped over the bottom of your bed in the last place.

“Come to bed with me.” You say softly, your fingers entwining with his. “I know you’re tired too.”

There’s such tenderness in his gaze as you undress each other, his warm hands drawing the fabric from your form. His thumb chases over the line of your jaw.

“All I want to do is to climb into bed and hold you.” He whispers as he looks into your eyes. “The way that we used to.”

“I want that too.” You tell him.

When you get into bed, Omar wraps his arms around you and draws you close. He buries his face into the curve of your throat, inhaling the scent of nectarines that clings to your skin.

“I’ve missed this.” He whispers as his lips ghost across your ear. “I missed you.”

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Hi, I would like to request one from Omar. List of program prompts#12 "Remember the words you said to me, love me until the day I die" Thank you in advance 🤍

It’s late on a Tuesday when Omar whispers the words, his lips chasing over your skin. The two of you are tangled up in his sheets, his bare skin brushing over yours. His hand pins your wrists above your head as you submit to him, that beautiful moan emitting from your throat.

“I’ll love you until the day I die.” He says as he sinks into you once more. He fills you completely, drinking down your pleasure as his cock rakes over that filthy little spot deep down inside of you. He’s been at this for an age, building you up until you’re at the pinnace of release before he withdraws and starts all over again.

“I mean it light of my life.” He murmurs as he looks into your eyes. “Every single part of me belongs to you.”

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