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gnrbitch · 1 year

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Summer Break Pt.5- This Night Has Opened My Eyes

Warnings: Profanity, smoking, drug usage, death

Y/n’s outfit (Except for the shoes sorry lads😓 & imagine it with some black stockings if u want)

I didn’t spell check sorry guys!!😭

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Day 5, 1986

“Hey is it cool if i go to a concert tonight?” Y/n asked Duff, turning to look at him as they sat and watched TV.

“Who’s playing?” He asked looking at his little sister.

“I’m not sure… Fru just invited me” She said furrowing her eyebrows, realize she doesn’t even know who she’s gonna be watching.

“Huh” Duff said “Your going with that Fru kid?”

“Who else? He’s the only person i know here who’s not associated with you” she laughed and nudged him.

Duff rolled his eyes “I don’t know Y/n…”

“Comon please! I’ll tell you if any shit happens” She begged him, she really wanted to go with John, plus she had already agreed!

“I just- Fuck” Duff sighed, remembering what Izzy had told him. “Okay, fine you could go”

“Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!” The girl said, smiling brightly at her brother.

“Im trusting you Y/n” Duff said, narrowing his eyes at Y/n.

“And thank you for doing that, it means a lot” She smiled at him.

Duff felt proud of himself at that moment, returning a smile at the girl looking up at him. But he couldn’t shake the concern of letting Y/n out on the streets of LA. At night to add.

“i’m gonna get ready. Mandy you wanna help me choose something out?” Y/n turned over to look at the blonde girl, who almost jumped out of her seat at that question.

“Oh my god yes yes yes Y/n! Let’s go!” She said getting up, grabbing Y/n’s hand.

Duff laughed at the two girls, surprised that Y/n asked Mandy to help her out, but happy that the two women he loved were spending time together.

“Okay, what are you thinking?” Mandy said, sitting on Slash’s bed.

“I’m not sure, something cute but not too much you know?”

Mandy crossed her legs, “I see, what are you options?”

Y/n looked around her bag, pulling out two options, first a pair of black, more fitted jeans than she usually wears, paired with a off the shoulder- cropped long sleeve. Then a cropped Misfits baby-tee, paired with a black mini skirt.

“I was thinking either of these” she said laying them out on her bed.

Mandy stood up to look at her options, furrowing her eyebrows.

“Okay I love that skirt, but what if you switch this shirt- with this shirt” Mandy said switching the misfits shirt with the black long sleeve.

“God you’re smart, should i try it on?” Y/n said, looking up at her brothers girlfriend.

“Yes! Give me a little fashion show” Mandy laughed as she clapped her hands together, “I could step out while you change” She said, standing straight and looking at Y/n.

“No it’s fine, I’ll just turn around.” Y/n smiled.

Mandy went to go sit back on Slash’s bed while Y/n faced the other way and started to change.

Turning back around, she revealed the outfit to Mandy.

“How does it look?” She asked, smiling.

“You look SOOO GOOD!” Mandy said, huge smile on her face.

“Do i?” Y/n asked, smoothing her hands over her skirt.

“Yes Y/n! But i feel like if you added some stockings it would look even fucken better” Mandy said, looking at Y/n’s bare legs, “Plus it might be a bit windy tonight, so they’ll help you not be so cold” She said, smiling at the girl infront of her.

“I don’t have any stockings”

“It’s okay! I have a million of pairs, you don’t mind if they’re black right?” Mandy said, getting up

“Black is fine” Y/n smiled, it felt good to have a woman in her life that makes her feel good about herself, and not judge her for everything she did.

“Okay i’ll be back!” Mandy said, running out the door.

Y/n laughed to herself, she really started to warm up to Mandy.

“Okay okay i’m back!” Mandy said, out of break and a new pair of stocking in her hands.

“Wow that was fast” Y/n laughed

“I know right, i’m impressed with myself” Mandy laughed along with her, handing her the stockings.

Y/n put them on, turning to look at the dirty mirror that was on the wall, smiling to herself.

“Do you like how it looks?” Mandy smiled at the girl, looking at her through the mirror.

“Fuck yea, thanks for helping me Mandy” Y/n said, turning back to face her.

“Of course! Us girls gotta help each other out!” Mandy said.

“Yea, we do huh” Y/n smiled at her, heart warm & excited for what’s to come later in the night.

“Do you wanna stay in here while I do my hair and makeup?” Y/n asked Mandy

“Hell yes!” Mandy said in a happy tone.

Y/n grabbed her small makeup bag & sat on the floor, in front of the mirror.

“So this Fru kid, do you have a crush on him?” Mandy asked as she watched Y/n put her makeup on.

“Honestly Mandy, i don’t know” Y/n sighed, now really thinking about her feelings towards John.

“Well how do you feel when you’re around him?” She said, small smile on her face.

“Happy, and I don’t know, I get nervous if he looks at me for too long”

Mandy smiled “I think you do have a crush on him”

“Fuck. I think I do too” Y/n said, disappointment in her voice.

“Why so down honey?” Mandy said, sympathetic look on her face.

“I don’t wanna have a crush on Fru” Y/n said, looking down at the mascara in her hands.

“Is it cause you’re gonna leave?”

“Yea, plus I know he really likes me too, and if something happens between us it’s gonna make everything complicated, it’s gonna make it too hard to leave. And i don’t want that to hurt him” Y/n said, voiced lace with anxiety.

“I had a boyfriend back home before I came to California” Mandy said.

“Really? did he come with you?” Y/n asked her, looking at her through the mirror.

Mandy sighed, “No, he didn’t, he couldn’t”

“Why not?”

“Cause he was supporting his family, financially, he was the man of the house, he couldn’t leave them behind.”

“What happened when you left?” Y/n curiously said.

“It hurt me, and him, but I just had to think about all the fun me and him had, everything he taught me.” , “Maybe John was put into you’re life to help you grow as a person.” Mandy said, smiling as she saw Y/n looking at her.

“Finish your makeup Y/n” Mandy laughed

“Okay okay sorry” Y/n said, putting on mascara.

“And the thing is Y/n- don’t worry about what’s gonna happen when you leave, enjoy right now, that’s why we’re living”

“Yea, i guess i’m thinking about it too hard” Y/n sighed as she put her mascara back in her bag.

Adding finial touched to her makeup, she looked over to Mandy, “How do i look?”

“Like a model” Mandy smiled

“Oh you’re boosting my ego Mandy” Y/n shyly said.

“Good! You should act like your the prettiest girl in the room. Always.”

Y/n smiled at Mandy, “Thank you Mandy, you’re the best” she said getting up and hugging her.

“Of course Y/n, I know you’re probably not comfortable talking about this with your brother” Mandy said, hugging Y/n back.

“And don’t worry, this stays between us” Mandy smiled as Y/n let go.

“Thank you”

“Don’t worry about it, but speaking of your brother, I should go make sure he’s alive” Mandy winked at her.

Y/n laughed, “Yea”.

Mandy left and closed the door as Y/n went back into her duffle back and pulled out another white pair of long socks, putting them over her stockings, she scrunched them up and put on her trusty black & white adidas (superstars).

Looking at the broken clock, she thought she should probably leave now. Grabbing the same one shoulder bag as yesterday, she put in her cigarettes & lighter.

Y/n walked out the room to find everyone there, and an unfamiliar face.

“I’m leaving now Duff” Y/n said quietly, moving over next to her brother.

“Y/n! Where are you going?” Steven said whistling at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes “None of your business Stevie”

“Don’t you think you’re gonna be cold?” Duff asked Y/n.

“Hopefully not” Y/n smiled at her brother.

“Who’s your friend” Y/n said nodding her head over the boy who looked like he did not belong there.

“Marc” They boy, Marc said.

“I’m Y/n” Y/n smiled, “Okay we’ll im gonna go, i’ll see you later alright?” Y/n side hugged Duff, we’ll just his head since he was sitting down.

“Alight, be careful, love you” Duff said, feeling weird saying that to Y/n

Y/n smiled, “Love you too Duff”

“Bye guys!” Y/n said, strutting towards the door, hearing everyone but Slash say bye.

Y/n sighed as she walked towards Johns, things with Slash had been weird after what happened, he even left after apologizing to her, not seeing him till now, and he couldn’t even look at her.

She felt like he was making this too much of a big deal, so what if it happened? She’s getting over it and he should too. She thought as she reached Johns steps, seeing him sitting there.

Y/n smiled, “Hey Fru”

John looked up at her, eyes widening when he saw her. “Hi” He managed to stutter out.

“Is my outfit too much?” Y/n asked nervously, which was weird, since she was always a confident person back in Seattle.

“No! No, you look pretty” he smiled at her, now getting up.

“Thanks” Y/n blushed, “Let’s go?”

“Yea let’s go” He said

John guided Y/n to the bus stop, but obviously they had to smoke some weed in the meanwhile.

“So what bad are we gonna go see?” Y/n asked John

“The Red Hot Chili Peppers” John said “They’re really good, you’ll like them”

“Yea? what are they like?”

“They’re like, Funky but rock” John said, trying to explain to Y/n, “But trust me you’ll like them”

By this time, the bus had arrived.

“Okay, i’m trusting you” Y/n laughed, getting on the bus.

“Oh yea! Also I know their guitarist, he’s pretty cool” John said, sitting next to Y/n, “He invited me to hang after the show, is that cool with you?”

“Yea that sounds cool, they’re not gonna be… weird right?” Y/n said

“What do you mean weird?” John said furrowing his eyebrows

Y/n looked at John, “Like try to make a move on me weird”

“Oh! No, don’t worry about that” John smiled at her.

“Okay, cool” The girl let out a breath.

Y/n and John quickly arrived to where RHCP were performing, which was a pretty small venue that smelled like piss and beer.

The band hit the stage and at first, Y/n didn’t quite know how to feel about them, she stared at the four men on stage with furrowed eyebrows, that was until they played their second song, which Y/n liked.

The rest of their set went really good, Y/n and John got ahold of some beer, and they bobbed their heads along to the music, Johns arm slung around Y/n’s shoulder.

“Thanks to everyone for coming out tonight, i’m Anthony, this is Flea-” Anthony pointed to a smiling boy with a tooth gap, “Our guitarist sir Hillel, and Jack the drummer boy!”

Y/n and John were already tipsy at this point, they cheered along with everyone else, clapping their hands together.

“Did you like them?” John said, mouth by her ear.

Y/n looked up to John and smiled “Yea, they had me on lock by their third song”

Both of their heads turned when they heard a voice call out for John.

“John!” They man, and as Y/n squinted her eyes and looked closer, she saw it was Hillel.

“Hey Hillel! You guys killed it” John smiled slyly

“Thanks dude!” Hillel said, out of breath, he looked at Y/n then looked back at John, smiling “Who’s you’re friend John?”

“Im Y/n” The girl smiled at Hillel

“Nice name, are you two-” he said, signaling between the pair, “A thing?”

“Oh!” The both of them said at the same time, quickly looking at each other.

“no we’re just friends” John said, flustered

Y/n spoke, also flustered “Yea, we just met”

Hillel looked at the two, smiling because he could just feel the tension between them, and even if it was dark, he knew the both of them, well mostly John, since he knew him better, were blushing.

Plus, John wasn’t the kind of person to just hang out with people his age, and in the short time period that Hillel has known John, he can’t remember even one time that John has bought someone along with him, Hillel even wondered if John was a virgin with how lonely the boy was!

“Yea, I get it, you guys wanna go backstage?” He said

“That’s cool” Y/n said, still under Johns arm

The three walked backstage, and Hillel didn’t even stop to introduce them to the other members.

“What was that?” John said furrowing his eyebrows as they walked into a small dressing room, Hillels girlfriend (is what Y/n assumed) already in there.

Hillel sighed, “We got into it again”

“Is it okay if I ask why?” Y/n tilted her head

“Anthony, he’s just- fucken controlling” Hillel rolled his eyes.

“Oh” Y/n said, not really knowing how to respond.

“Anyways, sit down!” He said, pointing to the couch

Y/n and John went over to sit, two chairs in front of them, which was where Hillel and his girlfriend were sitting.

“This is my girlfriend, Janette” He said

“Hi, I’m Y/n” Y/n smiled at the tired looking girl.

“Hello, had anyone told you how pretty you are?” Janette drunkly, or highly said, Y/n was tryna tell the difference.

“So!” Hillel said, grabbing some shit out of his pocket, “Where’d the two of you meet?” He said, putting some substance, which Y/n confirmed was heroin, onto a spoon.

Y/n felt John stiff up, looking at her.

“We bumped into each other, literally” Y/n said, looking at him light up the spoon “Then we just hung out after”

“That’s nice, a cute start to a cute love story” Hillel teased the two, “babe, can you wrap my arm?” he said looking over to his girlfriend.

Y/n laughed, now lighting a cigarette and giving one to John.

“Not quite Hillel” John said “Y/n leaving in a few weeks”

Hillel sucked in a breath as he shot himself up, “Leaving? where you going little lady?”

“Seattle, I live there” Y/n said, chilling going through her body as she watched.

“Seattle? where’s that” Hillel said, eyes closing

“Washington, DC” Y/n said, closely watching him, a bad feeling in her stomach.

“Well why can’t you stay here?”

Y/n just laughed, “That’s impossible”

“Hold on I needa-” Hillel said, standing up

“woah you good?” John said, also standing up

And with a breath, Hillels eyes rolled back and his body slammed on the floor.

“Shit Hillel man” John rushed over to him

“Fuck” Y/n whispered to herself, also rushing over to them.

“Hillel man wake up” John said, tapping his face.

Y/n grabbed a water bottle that was near her (god knows who’s it was.) and poured some on his face, “Hillel” she said slapping him.

“Hillel!” John said, shaking him.

“Jesus is he even fucken breathing?” Y/n said, putting her ear to his nose.

As John kept shaking him, Y/ns heart dropped at the fact that she couldn’t hear him breathing.

“Fuck John he’s not breathing” Y/n said, fear in her voice.

“No no no” John said, putting his fingers on Hillels neck.

“Hillel comon wake up” Y/n said, lightly slapping his face.

“Did you feel anything?” Y/n asked John, looking up at him.

“No” he sighed, looking at Hillel.

“Fuck” Y/n said, pouring more water on him.

Looking up at Hillels girlfriend, who just sat there and looked at him, Y/n spoke

“Janette call the police”

“What? The police? No no not the police” She said with wide eyes, tears forming.

“Call the fucken police Janette!” Y/n said, now yelling.

Janette stood up and ran out the room, confirming that she called an ambulance because soon enough, the rest of the Red Hot Chili Peppers rushed in.

“What the fuck?” The long haired man said as he saw his guitarist on the floor with blue lips and two teens looming over him.

“Get the fuck away from him” The same man said as he pulled Y/n from her shoulders.

“What happened?” The man with the gapped teeth spoke

“Flea man- he- he fucken shot up and just went down” John said, face wet from his tears.

“Fuck” Jack said, running his hands through his hair.

“We tried to bring him back- I-” Y/n attempted to say, this was absolutely the scariest moment in the poor girls life, she actually just witnessed someone die.

“Just get the fuck out of here” Anthony said “Go!” He yelled at the pair.

So that’s what the two did, but they waited outside till the ambulance came, confirming their fear, Hillel was dead.

As they watched the paramedics roll Hillel away in a body bag, John cried.

“Fru” Y/n said, tears running down her face “I’m so sorry”

“He’s dead Y/n” He said, hugging her, crying in her shoulder.

“I know” she said, running her hands through his neck “I’m so sorry” she repeated.

“We saw him fucken die Y/n” He said, now looking at the mess of a girl in front of him.

Even more tears fell down Y/ns face, “This is so fucked”

“Fuck” John said

“But we tried John” Y/n said, Johns eyes quickly looking at her after hearing him call him by his actual name.

“I know I just” He said, closing his eyes.

“Let’s just- Let’s just go home now okay?” Y/n said in a softer voice.

So they did, walking hand in hand and in complete silence, they walked to the bus stop and waited. And with wide eyes, they probably looked like maniacs. Holding hands, blood shot red eyes, tears on their faces as they sat on the bus. Even the bus driver was giving them weird looks, but Y/n and John did even process it, they couldn’t. Throughout the whole walk the realization of what had happened had been sinking more and more into their skin, into their brain until all they could think about was Hillels blue lips, eyes wide open, but with no life in them.

“Can I-” Y/n cleared her throat, standing outside of Johns apartment “Can i spend the night?”

“Please do” John said, looking at her.

They walked into his place, b-lining it to his room.

They were silent as the both stood there, until John spoke,

“Do you wanna change?” He said, quietly

“Yea” Y/n said as John grabbed her one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers.

“You don’t mind putting these on right? They’re clean” He said as he showed her his boxers.

This made Y/n laugh a bit “Thanks for clearing that up, and no i don’t mind”

John let out a breathy laugh, “I’ll step ou-”

“No! no please” Y/n said, grabbing his arm “Don’t leave” She said as tears started to form in her eyes.

“Okay, I won’t- I’ll just turn around” He said, holding her hand for a quick second then letting go, turning around while Y/n changed.

Duff

“Where the fuck is she?” Duff said as he paced around his home.

“Well certainly not here” Steven said, trying to lift the mood.

“This isn’t fucken funny Steven. It’s about to be one am and she’s still not here”

“Okay sorry” The boy shrugged.

“Try to calm down sweetie, maybe she just lost track of time” Mandy said, trying to defend Y/n.

“No! No she’s probably out doing some shit she knows she’s not supposed to” Duff said running his fingers through his hair.

“Okay first who cares about that? Let’s just hope she’s okay” Axl said, furrowing his eyebrows.

“I do! I fucken care, obviously i care if she’s okay but fuck! I don’t wanna send Y/n back to Seattle a fucken addict!” Duff said in a harsh tone, which made Slash shift uncomfortably in his seat.

“Look she’s probably dancing around with that kid, just trust her Duff” Izzy said in a monotone voice.

“Trust! Trust! Trust is what got me here in the first fucken place, I put some trust in her, send her out, and now it’s one am and she’s not fucken home!”

Mandy sighed, where the fuck was Y/n?

Y/n and John layed in his bed, Y/n’s hand running through his hair as he held her.

“Thanks for staying” John spoke, tiredly

“Thanks for letting me stay” Y/n said

“I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here” John said, voice shaking.

“Me either” The girl said, using her other hand that wasn’t in Johns hair to wipe his tears.

“Do you think your brothers gonna be mad?” John asked her, sniffling.

“Fucken pissed, but i don’t care” Y/n said, “I would rather be here with you”

As John drifted off to sleep, Y/n stayed up, letting tears fall down her face. Her mind was an absolute wreck, why the fuck did this had to happen? Why the fuck did Hillel had to die right in front of her and John?

She looked down at the boy sleeping, eyes rimmed with red and lips puffy from crying. Poor John, she thought as she cried harder, he just saw his friend fucken die, what the fuck is he gonna do now? What’s gonna happen when she leaves?

The last thing Y/n remembers thinking about before she drifted off to sleep was, what the fuck was she gonna tell Duff?

“I really don’t want you to go” John said as he hugged her

“I know, i don’t wanna leave either” Y/n spoke, her clothes in one hand, “But i have to, I’ll try to come back later okay?” She said, wiping tears from Johns face.

“Okay” he said silently “Bye Y/n”

“Bye Fru” Y/n said as she kissed his cheek.

Walking up the stairs to Duffs place, Y/n had to stop and cry, wiping her eyes, she walked into his apartment.

Watching all eyes fall on her, Y/n wanted to burst into tears, but she couldn’t.

“What the fuck Y/n?” Duff said, standing up “Where the fuck were you? What the fuck happened?”

“Look” Y/n said, sighing “I just- I can’t right now” She said, voice cracking.

“You can’t? what the fuck does that mean? Who’s fucken clothes are these?” He said, getting angrier and not being able to really see how much of a mess Y/n looked.

“Their Frus Duff”

“What’s wrong with you? are you strung out?” Duff said, grabbing Y/n by the arm.

“Duff calm down-” Mandy said worry look on her face.

“No don’t tell me to calm down Mandy- I thought you were fucken dead Y/n!” Duff said, angry look on his face.

The rest of the boys decided to stay quiet, even if they really wanted to know what happened, cause that would explain why Y/n looked like such a fucken mess.

“Duff not right now” Y/n said, feeling a lump in her throat.

“No no! You’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened or i’m never gonna let you see that Fru boy again.”

“Duff please” Y/n said, trying to get out of her brothers grip, “Let go of me Duff” Y/n said, now getting angry and yanking herself out of Duffs grip.

“Don’t catch a fucken attitude with me Y/n” Duff said

“Or what?” The girl said, now getting riled up.

“Y/n I swear to go you better-”

“I don’t wanna fucken tell you! I don’t wanna tell you what happened okay? So just fucken drop it and leave me the fuck alone” Y/n said, voice raised.

“No i’m not gonna drop it!” Duff yelled

“Fine! You wanna know what happened? He died Duff! He fucken died right in front of my fucken face!” Y/n said, now yelling.

Everyone’s heart dropped, thinking about how they just saw a music magazine announce the death of the guitarist from the red hot chili peppers.

“Who died Y/n?” Duff asked, voice now quiet, afraid to set off Y/n.

“Hillel! Hillel died! he’s fucken dead!” Y/n continued to yell, yesterdays memories starting to flood her head.

“Calm down Y/n” Duff said, trying to calm the girl in front of her.

“No! Fuck you Duff!” Y/n said “I told you to fucken drop it! And you didn’t!”

“Okay okay i’m sorry Y/n” he said

Y/n’s mood had a sudden drop, the girl rolled her eyes at Duff, walking away and mumbled “Whatever, i need a fucken shower”

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Chapter 5!!! Kinda lagged to put this one out im sorry!!! Schools just been a complete bitch this week.

But hope you guys enjoyed!! Do you guys think her and Duffs argument was cringe?😭. Should a do a small chapter with what was going through the other guys head while Duff & Y/n argued? let me know!! Till next time xxx sorry for the trauma.

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nancypullen · 8 months

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Hello, October!

Oh, how I've missed this beautiful month. October is the best month of the year and you can't change my mind. What other month spends thirty days painting the world with jewel tones and then ends it all with a big costume party? I love my birthday month, but I do consider it just one long October Eve. And speaking of costume parties, I know a little girl who is very excited about dressing up for Halloween. Let's start at the beginning. Our precious grandgirl started kindergarten in September. She loves it. A couple of weeks into school the kids were tasked with bringing a "Me Bag" for Show and Tell. They were supposed to bring a few things at home that are special to them and basically tell the class about the things they like. A short time later there was a sort of open house at the school and this is what Tyler sent us.

Just a few short days later, she was out shopping with her parents and the very same girl who had been saying that she wanted to go trick-or-treating as Jasmine spotted this and declared that she had found her Halloween costume. I wish I could show her face because she is quite pleased with herself in the photo. Looks like she wore it right out of the store.

Is that a precious little witch or what? I wonder if her classmates went home and told their parents that there's a witch in their class. Much like her Grancy she may end up on prayer lists far and wide. Too funny.

While we're on the subject of magic, guess who colored her hair? I thought about it for a long time. I'd grown out the white for a year and though I didn't hate it, I also didn't love it. I suppose I just wasn't ready. I placed an order to Sally's (the closest one is about 40 minutes away) and chose a color I'd safely used over and over. Good ol' 9NN. I'm telling you, when I mixed the color and developer I felt like a junkie cooking up fix. I couldn't wait. The color is not what I remembered. Yikes. Maybe it seems darker because I spent so long with white hair. But I'm fine with it.

I hope that neck wrinkle is caused by the seatbelt and not old age. Pretty sure it's age. Oh well. I was actually on my way to a dinner with women! You guys, I'm trying so hard to break into this town and find friends. It really shouldn't be this hard. I swear I don't stink and I'm really very nice. I have even applied for a job. It's with the library, the same library that kept turning me away as a volunteer. I'm more than qualified, do you think I'll even get a call? I'll be surprised if I do, but I'll keep hope alive and try to keep positive thoughts. If it doesn't happen, life will still be dandy. Besides, I know a little witch who might be able to cast a spell for me. Alright, enough of this prattle. My bag is waiting by the door and I'm heading to bed early to try to sleep before our early morning wakeup. I can never sleep the night before a trip. I suppose I could nibble a gummie. I have to leave those behind because Ireland has very strict rules about any sort of cannabis product and I really don't care to be nabbed at customs and thrown in prison. I've seen enough episodes of Locked Up Abroad to know that I'm too nice for prison. Looks like I'll be popping ibuprofen for a couple weeks. A little discomfort in exchange for castles and the Cliffs of Moher That's a good trade. Oh, the word comfort reminds me. One of the many gift cards I received on my 60th was an Amazon card. One of the purchases I made with it was this outfit to wear on the flight.

I will admit, that for just $29 I did not have high hopes - but it's fabulous!! So comfy, so soft and light. It's wonderful! Four pieces, the jogger pants, a short sleeved tee, a tank, and a cardigan, all in a lightweight jersey-type fabric. I love it so much that I'll definitely buy it in another color (my set is basic black). It runs true to size, so just order your regular size and it should fit just fine. Here's a link:

I'm really leaving this time. Going to grab a book and hopefully read myself to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day. Because of an airline schedule change we have an extremely long layover in Toronto, like most of the day. Maybe that will work in my favor and I'll conk out on the flight to Dublin. I rarely sleep on planes and that makes me bleary-eyed on arrival. This might be just the thing to make me tired enough to get some shut-eye on the way over. Fingers crossed. Next post will be from Ireland. Our Air BnB supposedly has excellent wi-fi, probably better than many of the hotels we've stayed in on past trips. That's good news. Brace yourself for too many photos. Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

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ihave0hearts4me · 9 months

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You Cannot Possibly Believe I Can Live in These Conditions

You cannot possibly believe i can live in these conditions

its hot and humid

global warming is melting ice caps and releasing deadly mosquito viruses

or some shit like that

right now im feeling hot and bothered,

and not in the good way

i just wanna rip my shirt off and walk around in a bra

well, everyone did just walk around in leaves back a few centuries ago,

hell, women didn’t even cover their tits,

they just hung freely

This weather,

Its suffocate

I can barely even feel myself walking

My head hurts,

I literally feel like im gonna throw up

I have to get out of this heat,

Its too much

I miss winter

You cannot possibly believe i can live in these conditions

The winters here are getting worse by the years

I can practically smell the snow coming towards my “coastal” Heart Of Dixie town

Im half asleep when my father burst in my room

Wait what did i hear him say?

The powers gone out?

That literally never happens during winter

It only happens during hurricane season

This is so bullshit

My mother is always yelling for me to put on all those jackets

She doesn’t understand that my outfit’ll look chunky if i put all if them on

We make a fair deal,

An undershirt, a long sleeve, a cardigan,

some black pants with shorts underneath,

and a winter chaleco for good measure

That seems to satisfy her and myself

I cant wait for summer,

Shorts and tees everyday

No chunky layers

You cannot possibly believe i can live in these conditions

Its settled,

Im dying

The impending doom that is summer

Its here back again to kill us all

It might as well

Am i going to sound crazy if i say that the literal fucking heat is pissing me off?

Because just being in it makes me hate everyone im with in the moment

This human emotion called greed is never satisfied, it always wants something

Midas doesn’t even compare to us here in 2023,

We want this we need that

It’s getting so boring in my room

I feel as tho this isolation is not fixing my problems

God i cannot wait for school to start and i get to see all my friends and “be myself”

You cannot possibly believe i can live in these conditions

Ah yes, another thing ruined by humanity itself again

Cant even go to fuck school without a bitch worrying she might die,

And i thought my crushes knowing they’re codename was bad

Its fine,

I have a perfectly planned escape route for every classroom,

But honestly,

Who the hell thinks to do that kind of shit

I mean i guess if it was just they’re bullies but,

Innocent people,

thats where the fuck i draw the line

And the violence in general in this world

A man running over people of his own race,

His own blood basically,

Those dudes literally looked just like him

I mean, I get a humans thirst for blood,

For fun,

For gore,

For crime,

For rebelling,

For attention,

For vengeance,

Im human after all,

And really thats all violence is,

Its a human quality

Sometimes i think,

I think this is all a play

And we’re just players in a game,

Just entertainment for a hierarchy to enjoy

This is just a sick,sick game

And when our life gets boring or they just want a show with a cliffhanger,

Thats when it all ends,

And that when we get reincarnated,

Its just us getting a cameo in someone elses life

Life,

Aha, thats a funny word

Life,

You cannot possibly believe i can live in these conditions

These horrible, horrible conditions

Why i plead,

Why?

#poetry #writing #just girly thoughts #i spent way too long on this #i wrote this at 3am

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diorysuss · 1 year

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uhm. I did the Dion/Lizzie fanfic (well like 98% of it. I need 2 percent more) if you wanna read it be my guest but it’s wip (please pm me mistakes/advice) and it’s…

✨under the cut✨

Lizzie and Dion try to visit each other. Maybe it’s more like Lizzie crashing into Dion’s room.

Lizzie walked down the snow-trodden path of Ocean City, gift in hand. The brisk Maryland weather forcing her to wear a scarf. Just a scarf, though. The weather doesn’t control her, she's not a pussy. She was still in her short sleeved tee and overalls. This better be worth it, Lizzie thought as she finally reached her destination.

Murray’s Antiques. The sign had two eye flashing, which always made her uncomfortable, and she never really knew why her girlfriend preferred staying here over renting an apartment or staying at a hotel even. But Lizzie couldn’t really talk though. The former gang-leader stayed in a shed with a sleeping bag on it. Or used too, anyways. Now Dion, “worried for her well-being” and “concerned about her health,” let her stay in her room, filled with all sorts of knick knacks and trinkets. The tentacle really creeped her out.

Lizzie marched her way towards the back of the house however, because every time she entered through the front, it was the same question and the same excuse can only work so many times.

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The black haired chick sitting at the desk would raise an eyebrow. “Why are you here, Lizzie?”

Normally she’d have one prepared, but sometimes she’d caught off-guard. “Uh.. payment for Dion Simmons.”

“For what?” “That’s none of your goddamn business.”

She’d look up from the paper on her desk. “Well I can’t let you in without a reason.”

Now it was Lizzie’s turn to cock her eyebrow. “I just gave you one.”

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Ugh, the joke setup was so awful neither Lizzie nor the author wants to finish the memory. Before she realizes it, though, her face gets very familiar with the window, and pure bewilderment makes her fall flat ass into the snow, dropping her gift. Damn it! The bottom was all soggy, and it was slightly dented on the side. It was expensive, too. It was hard finding a guy in Ocean City who could make these for cheap but good. Well, she did put a crowbar to his knees. Lizzie carefully picks it up, and knocks on the window to the tune of some jazz song she knows Dion likes. Vaguely the tune.

Dion sits on her bed, waiting anxiously. The jazz agent is normally this silent, but it’s never this uncomfortably silent. In her shadow shorts lap sits a little box, precariously undisturbed. The crystal store next door didn’t want to work on it at first, but after some gentle encouragement, (read: a shakedown from the mafia and a convincing sleaze gun to the woman’s face), she finally got it finished.

Finally, a loud bang hits her barely working window, followed by a wet thud and a loud string of curse words. It startles Dion, and she makes sure she looks perfect down to the last coil on her afro, even though she knows Lizzie won’t really care. The woman runs a gang after all. After giving her girlfriend a second to compose herself, she unlocked the.. lock, and opened the window.

A hefty medium sized box was thrown through the window first, the Big Lizzie herself, who had to use about 90% of her stamina to get herself through the window in the first place. Eventually, Dion took the girl's hand and got her in, landing on the twin-sized bed with a small “oumph.”

“Hi.” Dion said first. Thank goodness you can’t see cherries in chocolate, because her face would be red as a tomato.

Lizzie just giggled. “Heya Doll. Long time no see, eh?”

“Yes. I’ve.. missed you.” The shorter of the two women gave the other a hug. It had been a long time since they had seen each other. It felt like 5000 years. Fighting an Old God really did that to your schedule.

Lizzie was surprised by the sudden show of affection. It was unusual for Dion, but she didn’t mind it. Not one bit. She returned the hug back, and gave the other a kiss on the cheek. She could feel the blush on the other one’s face.

The freckled gal sat down on the bed, taking off her scarf. Dion puzzled over it. “You came in.. just a scarf?” Lizzie nodded. “I wanted to be on time, you’re always jeering about how I’m late..” Dion puffed her face, and Lizzie knew what that meant. “Well, that won’t do.” She stormed out of the room, and Lizzie had picked out a book from her girlfriends bookshelf to pass the time. Oooh, Auto-Repair for Geniuses.

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Dion had come out of her room, with two mugs and a determined look on her face. Jessica raised her head from her desk.

“What do you need two mugs for?”

Dion stopped. “Uhh.. I’m extra thirsty.”

Jessica cocked her eyebrow above her glasses.

“I heard the window open. And a thud.”

Dion sighed. She didn’t feel like coming out today. “Well, Jessica. If you really have to know, it’s mafia business, which pays for this whole shabangbang of hunting down Gods. Now unless you wanna lose fun-“

Jessica (quite rudely) interrupted her. “Alright, alright! Well, just try not to use all the ingredients. Murray said that stuff’s getting expensive.”

“…Ok.”

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Dion had come back, two hot mugs in hand. Lizzie had barely noticed her until she sat next to her and handed it to her. “Here, I got you hot chocolate.”

She took her’s, sipping it. She didn’t even really like hot chocolate, but she knew Lizzie did, and that was evident by the fact she was practically chugging hers.

Eventually, the taller one had to ask. “Why ain’t you tell your folks about us yet?” Dion sucked in her teeth. “I’m.. not ready to admit it.” It was still hard to believe it herself. It has been three months since she’d fallen for Lizzie, two since she finally admitted it to herself and one since she confessed.

“Well who have you told? The devil?” Dion sucked in her teeth again. “..Kinda.” “What?” “Nothing.” There was a moment of silence while Dion handed her mug to Lizzie. “..I’ve told Molly though. She got a girlfriend already.” Lizzie smiled a bit. “Well at least you told someone you trust.” She took the other into her arm, rubbing her shoulder to comfort her. Dion leaned into the touch.

Lizzie perked up suddenly. “Hey, Doll! I got you something for Crimbo. I’d think you’d like it.” She reached over and got the slightly-messed up box. “I.. dropped it. I hope it ain’t too damaged.”

Dion took it, struggling a bit since she didn’t have as much muscle as the mechanic. “That’s ok, Lovebug.” She gently tore off the wrapping paper, to find a beautiful little radio on the box. Opening the packaging, the radio was just as nice as the art made it to be. It was sleek, black, and fit perfectly into her room. Dion nearly passed out. It turned to over 72 stations. 72!

Dion turned to the red-head, and hugged her again, but this time it was much more eager. “Thank you Lovebug! Thank you so much!” Lizzie nearly was tackled over how much force was put on her at once. “Awe, ain’t nothin. I knew how much you liked jazz n’ music.” She blushed.

Dion suddenly waved her hands, excited to get out the box from her pocket. It was silver and iron coloured, barely the size of her palm. Dion put it in Lizzie’s hand, putting her own behind her back. “I want you to open it.” Lizzie was confused, but did as she was told

She flipped open the top, revealing a beautiful ring. The crystal in the center was pitch black and absorbed all light around it, leaving nothing but her reflection on it, like a mirror. The platinum design was beautiful, and it would not rust while working, either. It was wonderful.

“How.. how much did this cost?”

“2000… meat. The mob owed me a favor..”

Ignoring the mob part, Lizzie put it on almost immediately. It looked great on her hand.

guys it 2 am i’m too tired I’ll work on this later

#shadows over loathing #SoL Dion Simmons #SoL Big Lizzie #I DID IT #well like 98%#ITS FINE #WJHRJDHFHEHHE #NWEHHEHEHE #lol

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 13 Rewatch: “Perception”

The basics: While most of the team deals with the murder of a Navy photographer, Rountree is racially profiled while driving his sister to class.

Written by: Faythallegrea Claude. This is Faythallegrea Claude's first episode.

Directed by: Benny Boom directed "Ghost Gun", "767", "Fool Me Twice", "Pro Se", "Hail Mary" and "Groundwork".

Guest stars of note: Karina Logue returns from “Pro Se” as Detective Whiting. Ava McCoy as Jordyn Rountree, Max Deacon as Navy Lieutenant Daniel Walsh, Nolan North as Navy Commander Oscar Northcutt, Christy St. John as Navy Petty Officer Andrea Bishop, Wendy Gazelle as Gwendolyn Archer, Preshous Jordan as Lea Anderson, Luke Barnett as Jake Hanson, Ian Stanley as LAPD Officer McNeil, Benjamin Franczuszki as LAPD Officer Dubrons and Liliana Monique Ruiz as Melody.

Our heroes: Let Rountree take the lead.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen: Wants to do what’s right for Rountree by letting Rountree take the lead. Sam: Doesn’t wait for change, makes it happen. Kensi: Making sure the CSIs know Deeks is kidding. Deeks: Talks about his father and the absurdity of the man thinking he was better than anyone. Fatima: Big hugger. Rountree: Racially profiled. Kilbride: Livid about Rountree’s situation.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen: Finds Deeks’s style Surfer Chic. Sam: Can operate a ghost dog. Kensi: Takes all the photos in the Blye-Deeks marriage. Deeks: Thinks his style is California Casual. Fatima: Largely working alone in Ops today. Rountree: Everything about Rountree was important today. Kilbride: Thinks Fatima is great at finding people.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Not today.

Who's down with OTP: Not that type of episode.

Who's down with BrOTP: Not that type of episode.

Fashion review: Dark green plaid button-down for Callen. Long-sleeve black tee for Sam. Off-white sweater for Kensi. Cranberry-grey softball shirt for Deeks. A white and purple plaid jacket over a plum turtleneck for Fatima. Rountree is in a grey sweater with a black jacket. Dark blue three-piece suit, pale blue dress shirt with a darker blue pinstripe and a blue tie for the Admiral.

Music: In the teaser, the skaters are dancing to “IGNITE” by Nissi. Rountree and Jordyn are listing to “Time of Our Life” by Ms. Triniti. “Commandments" by Kah-Lo is playing when Callen and Sam speak with the skaters.

Any notable cut scene: As Rountree is going to the armory, Fatima runs down the stairs. Through a number of connections, she got the school to let Jordyn retake the exam. Rountree nearly bends over with relief. He’s so grateful to her cousin’s friend’s neighbor. Fatima wants to go out for some Afro go-go dancing – Rountree hasn’t seen her dance moves. Rountree isn’t so sure, he’s more worried about Jordyn. Fatima wants Jordyn to join them. Rountree is good with the plan.

Quote: Whiting: “What do you want?” Rountree: “Change.” Whiting: “ Come on. We've made enormous strides in that department. Implicit bias training, new regulations.” Rountree: “How about a new narrative? How about I should be able to get in my car, drive my little sister to school without being perceived as a threat.” Whiting: “I've been a woman working in this department for over a decade. I got a long list of "I should be able to."” Rountree: “Well, you start addressing your list, Detective. I'll be addressing mine.”

Anything else: As group of young women are on roller skates dancing in a garage, a photographer is taking pictures surreptitiously. One of the skaters notices the photographer and isn’t happy they are being used for likes and clicks. The photographer should at least ask permission to take the photos. The photographer thinks that if the young women knew they were being photographed, it would take away some authenticity. The skaters all demand the woman delete the photos – “it’s creepy, rude exploitation.” The photographer packs up her gear but accidently leaves a thumb drive behind. She tells the skaters they are very talented but doesn’t delete the photos. The skaters tell her “one day you’re going to take the wrong picture” but the photographer is half-way out the door. One of the skaters notices the thumb drive.

Returning to her home, the photographer reviews the photos she took, happy with her work and sending out some of the photos. An intruder comes up from behind her. He tries to attack but she stomps on his foot, hits him in the side and gets away. She opens a gun safe but the intruder is already armed. He shoots her before she can defend herself.

As Rountree is driving with his sister, Jordyn asks if he’s going to work. He explains he on an assignment that he cannot discuss. Apologizing, Jordyn promises she won’t ignore her check engine light again. Rountree is not completely convinced but Jordyn argues she’s been really busy studying. “Afro go-go parties don’t count as studying” to Rountree. Jordyn studies, then parties. Jordyn is going in to ace her organic chemistry class so she’s very interested in what Rountree will buy her when she gets all A’s. He promised a surprise if she did. He says it is a surprise besides, they are healthy… Jordyn has heard this before so she joins in the statement. They are healthy, they are happy, they have goals and Rountree says they are accomplishing them.

Jordyn wants two guesses and a hint. Rountree tells her it can’t be wrapped and it gets you places. Jordyn thinks it is a new car but Rountree isn’t new car proud of her. She thinks he’s tricking him. Fatima calls, asking Rountree’s ETA. His is going to drop Jordyn off and then go to the office. Fatima wishes Jordyn luck.

Walking behind Fatima is Callen, who gets an update on the their new case. Andrea Bishop, the photographer, was found dead in her downtown apartment. Her downtown apartment building had no security cameras. Bishop was a photographer for the Navy, assigned to Seal Beach. With a big pier project happening at Seal Beach, Bishop was documenting the work. Callen calls the project a “big deal.” Reviewing her social media accounts, there is nothing suspicious about Bishop’s off-work projects.

Callen notes that being a Navy photographer is a wanted assignment – people can wait years for an assignment. Is it an important enough job to kill someone, Callen asks. The Admiral appears reminding Callen and Fatima that people have killed for far less and gives a list. He mentions the Valley of the Shadow of Death photograph hanging in the Getty Museum, not 15-minutes from the office and how likely neither Callen or Fatima have seen it. Callen says he has not. Kensi and Deeks are going to the crime scene, Callen and Sam will talk to Bishop’s commanding officer. With Commander Northcutt, Bishop’s CO, in LA for meetings, Fatima already told him to go to the boatshed.

Police sires blast as Rountree is still driving with Jordyn. She asks if they are being pulled over. Pulling the Range Rover over, Rountree tells his sister to put her hands on the dashboard as he rolls down his window and places his hands on the steering wheel. The officer approaches and asks for license, registration and insurance. Rountree asks Officer McNeil why was he pulled over. McNeil asks again for Rountree’s license, registration and insurance

As Rountree goes to get his wallet, McNeil orders him to stop reaching. Pulling his weapon, McNeil now wants Rountree out of the car. Rountree tries to deescalate things and says he is going to step out of the car before telling Jordyn “it’s all right.” McNeil partner is now positioned just behind Jordyn on the passenger’s side of the vehicle. When Rountree says he’s a federal agent, McNeil demands his badge. Some bystanders start recording the Rountree-LAPD interaction. After Rountree says he doesn’t have his badge, he is order to turn around. Complying, Rountree is thrown into the car’s side/hood and handcuffed.

Again, Rountree states says he’s a fed, with NCIS and asks why he’s being arrested. Jordyn gets out of the car and asks why they’re being treated this way. McNeil’s partner has his gun pulled on Jordyn. Rountree tells his sister to do what the police say. With her hands up, Jordyn states they did nothing wrong. McNeil’s partner says they aren’t cooperating. When she’s handcuffed violently, Rountree moves to her. He’s pepper-sprayed for protecting his sister. More police sirens are heard. More bystanders are recording the incident.

At Bishop’s apartment, Deeks likes her work. If he knew taking photos for the Navy was a job, he would have taken that career path. Kensi reminds Deeks that he hates taking pictures, he won’t even take selfies. If she didn’t take photos, they’d have no memories at all. “None.” Deeks starts talking about the pictures he took of her last night and gets a shush from Kensi. As she apologizes to everyone around them working the crime scene, Kensi begs his to stop talking.

Moving deeper into the apartment, Kensi notices all of Bishop’s computers are gone as are all her cameras. Deeks finds a floral arrangement on her table with a note – “Let’s say we forgive and forget, sweet Drea. The gallery loves you and so do I. Your biggest fan, Gwen.” Kensi wonders what happens if sweet Drea didn’t forgive and forget. They’re going to find Gwen.

In the boatshed’s main room, Callen and Sam are talking to Commander Oscar Northcutt and his aide Lt. Daniel Walsh. Northcutt explains that as time goes on, memories fade. A photographer provides someone there to tell the stories. Bishop was a pleasant and talented photographer with blanket permission to take whatever photos she wanted.

Sam asks if Bishop had any problems on the base. Lt. Walsh handles complaints and while Bishop could be persistent and passionate, he never received any complaints. Nobody wanted to hurt her. While stationed at Seal Beach – a highly desirable assignment where any open position would have many applicants – Bishop worked as their photographer, a journalist, an illustrator and a lithographer. Her most recent work was documenting the new pier construction with full access to everything. Walsh explained that Bishop thought outside of the box so she photographed every inch of the base.

With the stolen cameras and laptops – could they have sensitive information. Walsh believes so and none would be approved for public release. The new pier is being built as a reaction to China’s growing Navy and their presence in the Pacific. Northcutt and Walsh have meetings in LA but offer to help anyway they can. As they leave, Callen thinks it is espionage. Bishop walked in and it becomes murder. Calling Fatima, Sam wants her to check if anyone was following Bishop in the days and hours before her death. Fatima will get on it in a minute – Rountree hasn’t arrived and she’s handling everything alone.

The Admiral hears that Rountree hasn’t arrived and is worried he’s not up to the assignment he’s been given. Fatima tries to downplay things – just saying he hasn’t checked in. While Rountree is supposed to be meeting with a nuclear physicist and not some violent drug dealer, the Admiral is still concerned for his safety and wants Fatima to call Rountree. She has, he’s not answering. Telling her to do what she does best, the Admiral wants Fatima to track him down.

Weeping, Jordyn thinks that one thing can ruin someone’s life. Rountree promises Jordyn her life isn’t ruined. She is going to fail organic chemistry by missing her exam. That means she is going to lose her scholarship, lose her opportunity to play for her school. Everything was ruined because “of what we look like and what kind of backwards world we’re living in.”

Walking over with a wallet, McNeil says “I thought your name was Devin Rountree.” Rountree confirms and says the wallet and IDs for Andrew Hughes are for his undercover work. McNeil and his partner uncuff the Rountree siblings. Officer Dubrons tells them they’re free to go. Rountree asks Dubrons for the reason for the stop. There was an armed burglary suspect in the area. “Have a nice day.” McNeil hollers to his partner, “Let’s go.”

In the boatshed, Gwen, who owns an art studio, is reviewing Bishop’s non-Navy photos, saying Bishop was a brilliant photographer and someone Gwen shouldn’t have tried to change. Kensi asks if that’s what they argued about. Gwen corrects Kensi, they didn’t argue, they just disagreed. Gwen felt that art photography was Bishop’s future. Concentrating on the art and not the Navy, with all its demands, was Bishop’s next step in her career.

The prior day, Bishop sent Gwen a photo – probably the last one she ever took. Kensi asks to see it on Gwen’s phone. Kensi looks at a few of the photos but notices the time stamp of when they were sent. It was around the time of Bishop’s death. Kensi is off with Gwen’s phone to talk to Fatima. With Kensi sends Fatima the photos, the skaters may be some of the last people to see Bishop alive, Fatima needs to find them. Fatima has bad news – Bishop’s cloud account was wiped clean. If she had photos stored there, they are gone.

When Fatima’s tablet beeps, she says “oh no” and races to the Admiral’s office. Walking in without knocking earns the start of a rebuke but Fatima just powers forward. She explains that Rountree undercover vehicle was pulled over because the driver matched a robbery suspect. The Admiral wants to know which LAPD station responded to the call. Fatima brings up that Rountree is driving with a different ID. The Admiral is going to make some calls but wants Fatima to knock next time.

The skaters are dancing again when Callen and Sam drive into the garage. Sam tries to get them to pay attention to him but they form a circle around him and just keep skating. Sam is not amused. When Callen switches off the music, the young women are not happy. When they don’t recognize what NCIS is, Callen shows a badge and says “federal agents” and oddly, no mayhem ensues. When Callen asks about Bishop– “that annoying photographer” according to one of the skaters, Sam tells them Bishop was killed. The young women get suddenly seriously. Handing over the thumb drive, one skater admits getting “a little loud” with Bishop but meant no harm.

Fatima checks out the skater with the thumb drive – no record. Callen and Sam are returning to the office with the thumb drive. When they arrive, Kilbride is screaming so loudly he can be heard at the bottom the stairs. Fatima shows Callen and Sam one of the bystanders’ videos of Rountree getting pepper-sprayed. Callen thinks LAPD better have a good explanation. “Unless Rountree murdered someone this morning, there is no explanation for this,” according to Sam.

Rountree arrives in the bullpen. His eyes are still a little red from the pepper-spray. Fatima walks up to him and asks if he’s OK. Rountree says he’s fine, Jordyn is fine, “it’s all good.” It isn’t all good for Sam after what he saw on the video. Fatima says the officers can’t get away with what they did and Callen promises they won’t but he needs to know what happened. Sam wants NCIS to take over the case. Rountree appreciates everyone’s concern but he’s handling what happened. The Admiral walks down the stairs and orders Rountree to the boatshed. Sam is sick and tired of what’s going on. “Real tired.”

In the gym, Sam takes out his frustration on the heavy bag. Callen arrives asking if Sam’s OK. “Should I be?” Sam asks. Callen says no. Sam had this happen to him a few years ago. How does this happen again? Rountree’s sister means everything to him – Callen says NCIS can’t let this slide. Sam feels like a hamster on a wheel – running and getting nowhere. They are going to follow Rountree’s lead. While Sam works the heavy bag, Callen is bringing Fatima the thumb drive.

In Ops, Fatima has the thumb drive contents on the screen as file folders for Callen and the Admiral. The thumb drive had her work for the Navy, not her art. One file folder is titled “Northcutt” where there is video of someone removing items from the station’s warehouse and loading it up in a van. The Admiral thinks it is odd – especially since it is being done at 1AM. There are multiple videos – one every month. Fatima was able to match the nights of the videos with the nights the station’s surveillance system goes down for routine maintenance. Bishop’s camera is the only one that recorded what’s happening at the warehouse. Bishop may have been killed to cover up an ongoing theft. The warehouse stores military equipment and NCIS Seal Beach has an ongoing investigation into the theft of weapons, tactical gear and electronics from the warehouse. Fatima sends the list to Sam. It is too dark to do facial rec on the thieves but Fatima thinks she can get the license plate.

With the file named Northcutt, Bishop was either building a file to show her boss or against Northcutt if he’s involved in the thefts. Fatima almost instantly gets a hit on the license plate. It belongs to a Jake Hanson, who isn’t Navy or stationed at Seal Beach. Callen wants Kensi and Deeks to find Hanson, he and Sam will talk to Northcutt and Walsh.

In the boatshed, Det. Whiting is waiting for Rountree. The Admiral thought the two should speak, one on one. Since thousands have seen the video, “we” have to get ahead of it before… Rountree adds “before it becomes a PR nightmare.” Whiting tries to frame it as the wrong story being told. A federal agent driving his sister to a science exam – “the video speaks for itself.” While Whiting is sorry it got to that point, she brings up he didn’t have his badge. Rountree is floored – badge or no badge, it shouldn’t have happened.

Whiting wants Rountree to sit down with the officers and hear what they have to say. Rountree knows what they’ll say – they were doing their jobs, which is a problem. Whiting thinks a conversation would be a good idea. No, a good idea is changing the system and the culture. Whiting asks how can they do that without talking. Rountree isn’t interested in talking, he isn’t interested in marching in the streets holding hands, he’s not interested in a viral video with its own hashtag.

Asking what Rountree wants, Whiting is told “change.” While she pushes the strides LAPD has made in recent years with bias training and new regulations. Rountree is looking for a new narrative where he should be able to get in his car, drive his sister to school without being seen a threat. As a woman with a decade at LAPD, Whiting has her own list of what she should be able to do. Rountree suggests Whiting start addressing her list, he will be addressing his.

On the bullpen plasma, Callen and Sam are facetiming with Northcutt and Walsh, asking why no mention of the thefts at the station. Northcutt thinks it is inventory discrepancies and they are working with the station’s NCIS agent. He didn’t think it was relevant. Sam brings up the video which Northcutt denies seeing. Walsh interjects – with all the construction going on, the thought was the items were misplaced.

Northcutt reminds Callen and Sam that he gave Bishop free reign at Seal Beach. Hopefully, the video shows who is responsible for the thefts and the Bishop’s murder. Ending the call, Callen and Sam are sure they don’t have the entire story. If NCIS at Seal Beach was investigating the theft, Bishop wouldn’t sit on the videos. Callen and Sam are going to check where Northcutt and Walsh were the night of the murder.

Leaving the Audi, Kensi and Deeks just saw the Rountree video. They know it is racial profiling. Deeks want to drop by the precinct but they’ve been told Rountree is handling everything. Deeks is really angry. Kensi asks if this happened when he was on patrol. He says no because he wouldn’t tolerate it. Kensi can’t understand why this keeps happening or better yet, why they can’t stop it from happening.

Going down a different road, Deeks thinks about his dad and what a scared, sad man he must have been to treat people the way he did. That his father thought he was better than anyone was just laughable. Deeks says those thought destroy families. Kensi adds “and nations.” A door opens and Hanson is walking down the his front stairs. Kensi says “federal agents” and all is right in at least this corner of LA as Hanson starts to run. When he gets into his van, Kensi is right outside the front windshield, ordering his out of the van. Hanson tries to exit through the back and finds Deeks waiting. “Come on dude, we’ve been doing this for a while.”

Claiming his van is parked outside his apartment building every night, Hanson suggests someone stole it do commit the robberies at Seal Beach. Deeks notes that the van was always returned. “Car thieves can be very thoughtful.” Hanson lawyers up. Kensi explains he’ll need one for killing Bishop. Hanson claims he was just transportation. Deeks tells Hanson he could get a lawyer or he could clear things up right now.

Hanson was just transportation. He’d go to Seal Beach, drive to the warehouse, dropped off what was taken. He didn’t know the other man’s name and he wore a mask. The other man was at the guard station each time to let Hanson in. Deeks asks how did the other man find Hanson but the answer is online. Hanson’s nickname is “Wheels”, getting people from point A to point B. Deeks wants to know where point B is. A warehouse in Indio – the address is in his phone. Kensi sends it to Callen and Sam.

Walking into Ops, Rountree wants to know where they are on the case. Fatima tells Rountree to go home, regroup. He’s working, “Catch me up, please.” Before she starts, Fatima give Rountree a big, long hug. Going into the case, Fatima is working with ChoreChart, an online service where Hanson was hired. ChoreChart is checking for the IP address for whoever hired Hanson. Fatima asks Rountree to cross-reference the missing inventory with possible sales on the dark web.

In the Indio warehouse – two hours from LA – Callen and Sam start searching around. Callen comes across a number of shipping labels from Delaware to Burma. Sam finds some of the stolen tactical gear. Most of what was stolen, however, was going in single boxes to just one buyer. There are big blue barrels in the corner of the warehouse. Sam opens one to find honey. Callen and Sam banter a bit. Checking the barrels, Sam realizes that some of them don’t contain honey, they contain Navy tech. Sam finds a ghost dog – a robot dog used for security. Northcutt kept this quiet because the Navy would freak out if the ghost dog was gone.

The NCIS Seal Beach investigation has two missing ghost dogs – that’s a big problem. Calling into Ops, Callen and Sam are told by Fatima that Lt. Walsh hired Hanson. It is his IP on ChoreChart. Fatima contacted Northcutt but Walsh isn’t with him anymore. Walsh left after Callen and Sam’s call. Walsh killed Bishop to get the video and to keep her quiet about the theft.

Fatima can’t trace Walsh since his cellphone is off but his credit card records have him as a regular at a liquor store. Rountree thinks this is odd – the liquor store is in downtown LA and Walsh lives in Long Beach. There isn’t much in the area of note – a check cashing place, a laundromat but Fatima finds an international shipping agent is nearby. Fatima and Rountree need to find the shipment fast. With Callen and Sam over an hour out and Kensi and Deeks not much closer, Rountree goes against Fatima’s wishes.

With Kaleidoscope, Fatima guides Rountree to Walsh’s location in a parking lot. Walsh has a big blue barrel like the ones in the warehouse in the back of his pickup. Rountree blocks Walsh’s exit and orders him away from the pickup. Walsh runs, Rountree right behind him. Walsh is armed and hiding behind a few sedans. Using the garage’s security cameras, Fatima tells Rountree where Walsh his hiding.

A woman walks into the garage to get her car. Walsh takes her hostage. Kensi and Deeks are a block away, LAPD SWAT is five minutes out. The woman is struggling and crying. Walsh promises he won’t hurt the woman if he’s allowed to walk. If not, he’ll shoot the woman. Rountree tries to negotiate – if Walsh puts the gun down, his life will go on. Kensi and Deeks arrive and move into position. Kensi is on the fire escape behind Walsh, Deeks is near Rountree. Trying to deescalate, Rountree wants to make things easier, not harder. He wants Walsh to let the woman down. He does. Deeks takes care of the hostage, Rountree arrests Walsh.

Returning to the office, Kensi and Deeks tell Callen they got a full confession from Walsh. His plan was to steal the footage and bury the investigation. When she walked in on him stealing the footage, he had to kill her. Callen offers a “good job” but Kensi gives all the credit to Rountree. Deeks asks for Rountree but Sam is looking forhim. Callen has a package for Kensi and Deeks that was delivered to the boatshed. It is a photo from Bishop’s collection sent over by Gwen. It shows a number of children of all races holding hands. Deeks finds it totally their style. Callen asks if it is surfer chic. Deeks thinks more California casual. Deeks wants to put it in the nursery. Kensi sounds surprised by Deeks idea. He’s a bit offended before they share I love you’s.

In the armory, Sam finds Rountree unpacking his gear. Sam wants to know how Rountree is really doing. Disgusted, Rountree asks if Sam knows how many times he fit the description. Sam tells Rountree there was no description. At the time Rountree was pulled over, LAPD didn’t know who they were looking for. Rountree realizes he was pulled over for looking suspicious. Sam calls it a problem, “a real problem”. That’s a problem Rountree hoped Jordyn would never experience. Rountree explains he protects his sister, from hate, from the world, from struggles. He’s been her fixer. Sam explains Rountree can’t fix everything but everyone together is a great start. Rountree asks where is the start. Sam talks about Internal Affairs but Rountree isn’t interested in another round of bias training and desk duty for a month. Look how he was treated as a federal agent. The civilian who didn’t commit a crime but fits the description isn’t going to get to walk away. Sam agrees – “enough is enough.”

Rountree doesn’t think the best place to make change is from the field or from a desk. It is from a podium where he can rewrite the rules and the narrative. Sam is onboard. “We don’t wait for change, we make it happen.” The two men hug.

What head canon can be formed from here: This is all about Rountree and how he sees his place in the world in relation to his sister, his job and the city where he lives. Don’t know if we’ll ever get a “Rountree, D” episode but this was a great episode to show who Rountree is with so much going on around him.

Always worry about this an episode like this having a “what did we learn today” or “a very special episode of Blossom” feel to them. None of that here – this was a very well-told story. The case of the week was fine but ran in the background to what was going on with Rountree.

Episode number: This is episode 15 of season 13 (we’re in the final third of the season), episode 295 overall.

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