#I might be an abductor- but you have abducted my heart! <3
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RIRI. i SPECIFICALLY said no lyney angst. ever. for as long as your tumblr shall live. the little pookie wookie cutie sunshine munchkin muffin bear is in love with us returns our love do you understand😡 for legal reasons and so that i dont get judged hard by the people behind me on the train this is purely a joke. but you know WHAT ISNT A JOKE RIRI IT'S MY HEART SHATTERING. absolutely unbelievable. i demand compensation. fluff where lyney accepts confession. and an apology letter. 500 words. (hugs u)
i hate that i know EXACTLY who you are. what's with the hug did you burn the kitchen down again– anyway, here's my apology. love u!
last kiss
synopsis: if you go, can i go with you? if you leave me, can i leave me too?
genre: angst. no comfort.
characters: wanderer x gn! reader
warnings: established relationship, reader referred to in 2nd pov, written from wanderer's pov, mentions of wanderer’s birth name, reader gets amnesia, wanderer a little ooc maybe
a/n: i spent so long writing and re-writing this i will actually cry if people don't like this (no pressure though) mwah :3 likes, reblogs and comments highly appreciated!! it helps a lot :>
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he remembers.
kunikuzushi remembers your first meeting, clear as day. the wonder in your irises as you reach out for his hand, the way you cupped his porcelain face in your hands, running your hands through his indigo locks. he remembers when he accidentally let his feelings slip, freezing up in fear of your reaction– he remembers your light laugh, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his forehead.
the balladeer remembers your disappointed look when he comes home to tell you he’s made his decision. you turn and go straight into the kitchen without another word, and the weight of silence has never been so heavy. and yet, as you set the table for dinner, you ask when the ship for snezhnaya will leave. he remembers all too well how you stopped right before boarding the ship, turned back to glare at him, and say your decision to follow him still didn’t mean you agreed with his. and when he fell from the shouki no kami after failing to replace lesser lord kusanali as sumeru’s god, he remembers you rushing forward to try and catch him in your arms to soften the impact.
the wanderer remembers those 2am walks to puspa café, pinkie linked with yours, because you craved some hot food and didn’t want it home-cooked. he remembers those cold nights with you– the rain’s symphony muffled in the background as you move in closer to embrace him tighter under the shared covers, him reluctantly humming you back to sleep.
he remembers that time you got abducted by fatui agents– any mere mortal would have gone insane from their cruel treatment, and yet, you became the one driving your abductors nuts. he found you with your back facing him as you wield your sword, your chest heaving as you take deep breaths. he remembers how he couldn’t help but let a tear slip as he runs forward to hold you tight, murmuring apologies into the crook of your neck, all the while wondering where you got that much strength from. and he remembers the way you turned around to embrace him, a rare fire in your eyes as you told him those words he wishes he could have imprinted on his skin: “i’m your heart after all, aren’t i? i can’t just go dying on you when you’re not ready to go!”
the wanderer still remembers that promise you once made at 1:58am in the morning, that sweet moment you both shared, the moon being the only witness to your soft declaration of love.
the wanderer remembers that fateful day he found you unconscious in a withering zone, your body bruised and battered— presumably from fighting enemies. he’s grumbling all the way home with you in his arms about how clumsy and bothersome you are, even as he gently cleans your face from the dirt. he refuses to leave your bedside for a single second in fear that you might awake all alone. but he was the one left all alone.
he hates it.
he hates that he remembers.
and you don’t.
he hates seeing that blank stare you give him as you tell him you have no idea what he’s harping on about. he hates that even after months and months of trying, even with lesser lord kusanali’s advice, you still remember nothing. he especially hates that apologetic smile you gave him as you tell him you don’t love him back. because you did. once. and you made a promise never to leave his side as long as your heart beat. once.
but you don’t remember, do you?
your explanation that you don’t want to continue leading him on because you just don’t feel the same completely shatters him. he has no right to force you to stay, either. not after everything you did for him. but he’s always been selfish, hasn’t he? so he asks you. he asks you for one last kiss so he can keep you in his fond memories. your eyes soften as you mutter an “oh, kuni.” (he insisted you stick to the name that always hung on your lips.) he tries not to show any emotion as you pull him into a tight hug, pressing your lips to his forehead. he tries to smile as he waves you goodbye, because he wants your last memory of him to be a good one. and he tries damn hard not to cry as he slides down the now-closed door of the house you once shared, head in his hands, knowing you’ve forgotten everything as easily as you breathed.
you’re his fourth betrayal. he hates that he has to remember that for the rest of his sorry, miserable life.
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So I've posted about my OC, Olive, here and there but I haven't actually introduced her.
Olive is my MC from @absentia-if. Absentia is an interactive fiction game where you play the role of a school teacher who was ripped away from everything you knew and loved when you were abducted on your way home from work 5 years ago. After your escape you have to navigate a world that left you behind and piece together clues to figure out who your abductor is.
There are 5 gender selectable LIs to choose from. I'm choosing Kade - your spouse you left behind when you were abducted. You also get to have a dog.
Full Name: Olive Lewis née Moore
Nickname: She goes by Ollie/Oli with the people she loves and considers family. She hates being called Liv/Livy and will not respond to it.
Age: Unless there is a concrete age chosen she was 26 when she disappeared
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Birthday: Undecided, born in September unless a concrete birthday is chosen.
Sexual Orientation: Bi/demisexual, though it’s not something she neccessarily knows about herself.
Body Build: Pre-absence she had an athletic build full of muscle from all her outdoor hobbies. She lost much of her muscle tone in captivity and has to work to get it back.
Height: 5’3
Skin colour: Tanish
Hair style:
Loose curls (2b)
Pre-absence - long brushing just past her waist. She usually kept it braided or a low bun. She had been talking about getting cut and had asked Kade if he thought she'd be cute with a bob cut. She had never cut her hair so short, but she wanted to donate her ponytail to charity (something like wigs for kids) and raise pledges among her friends and coworkers.
Post-absence - pixie cut. She doesn’t want it to be grabbed.
Hair colour:
Dark/medium brown with grey. Pre-absence her hair had natural highlights from her always being out in the sun.
Eye colour:
Dark green
Distinguishing Features:
She has dimples when she smiles
Light freckles on her face and body
A faint scar running through the right side of her upper lip from when she was thrown off her bike while mountain biking when she was 14. She cut her lip on a broken branch but was otherwise unharmed.
A scar from when she had her appendix removed.
She has 3 tattoos. A paw print just above her left ankle , two sunflowers on her inner right forearm, and an apple surrounded by blossoms on her left shoulder blade.
Some headcanons:
Some headcanons:
Olive would leave Kade silly little love letters and doodles on sticky notes hidden around the house in weird places for him to find.
He was still occasionally finding them months after her disappearance, each one breaking his heart more than the last.
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Olive knows the language of flowers and she sometimes uses them to express how she's feeling when she’s having difficulty being open. (for example Kade might find a blue pansy pressed in one of his favourite books, Blair might come home from work and find a bouquet featuring zinnias in a vase on the dining room table) Olive never gives somebody a flower without taking the flower’s symbolism into account.
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When she and Kade moved into their home together Olive devoted the first spring and summer to building a beautiful flower garden. She used to help her mother in the garden growing up and ever since she was a little girl Olive wanted her future home to have a big flower garden featuring sunflowers and she was determined to get it. She poured herself into researching plants, soil, and gardening zones eager to make her garden the best she could. She tended to it year after year and expanded it as she learned, creating a truly incredible garden.
Kade does his best to maintain her garden now, but he doesn’t know half as much about gardening as Olive, and it hasn't been truly beautiful since she's been gone. He makes sure he replants sunflowers year after year and brings cut ones to her grave.
One of the ways Kade can see Olive healing, at least in the spring and summer, is through their garden. Even from the beginning it shows how far she has come that she can finally pick back up something that used to make her so happy. The garden flourishes when she is, and it declines when she's not. When he notices the garden is struggling or that she's not tending to it like she normally would, he knows to reach out to her and remind her he's here for her, and he's not the only person who is. He also puts an effort to help her in the garden, not necessarily on his hands and knees in the muck as it rains like Olive sometimes is, but enough that it's their garden now not just Olive's anymore. And for the times she's out there in the muck and rain he's got a warm drink and towel heating up in the dryer waiting for her inside.
(Gardening is one of the hardest hobbies for Olive to pick back up because it requires her to feel like she has a home again. She doesn't want to put down roots (literally) if she's going to be leaving. While it might not be something she would pick up fully again during the game as it depends on how Kade's route progresses, I could see her starting to help her mother in her garden and growing some sunflowers in a pot later on in the game, but before they're together again.)
(Any houseplants have always been Kade’s responsibility- Olive always manages to forget about them. That didn’t stop her from sometimes buying them though 😅 She’d try naming them to make her remember to take care of them but it rarely worked. She had a christmas cactus that she got as a gift from one of her students that she managed to keep alive - its name is Fred.)
(Lavender was one of the first things she planted in her garden at the request of Kade.)
Olive had set up a little seed bank on her and Kade’s front fence where she put extra seeds she didn’t need for other people to take because she wanted everybody to have the opportunity to garden. She had been in the process of helping build a community garden at her and Blair's school when she had been taken. She had intended to move the seed bank she had on her fence there once the garden was complete so it could reach more people.
Now that she’s back she gets to see the community garden not just completed, but flourishing, and the positive impact it's had on the community in those 5 years she was gone. She wasn’t around to complete it, but other people cared just as much as she did and it makes her very emotional in a bittersweet way, but mostly sweet. Kade and Blair had moved the seed bank to the school after the garden had been completed and the community has it filled with a huge variety of plant seeds. The seed bank is where Olive gets her first seeds when she starts gardening again.
(Olive had been thinking about getting a little beehive as her next summer project after the community garden was completed, but still had to talk to Kade about it.)
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Morning had always been Olive’s favourite time of the day. She’d always wake up early, usually before the sun is even up, and just revel in the calm and quiet, a sacred moment for her to be alone with her thoughts before the chaos of the day begins. She’d get to enjoy watching the sunrise and the animal activity in her garden through the window as she made her and Kade a good breakfast every morning. She always tried to have it ready for when Kade wakes up, not out of a sense of obligation, but because it's a small, simple thing she could do to make him happy and helps start both of their days off well. In return he’d make both of their drinks because she likes the way he makes it best. He doesn’t do anything special, but she insists it tastes better when he does it.
Post escape mornings are a much more conflicting time for her. Stillness and quiet that used to make her feel calm now bring her anxiety and a feeling of loneliness - she had 5 years of being alone with her thoughts. Getting Ghost helps make mornings special for her again, using her morning to focus on him. Her mornings now start with getting him fed, a training session, and taking him for a morning walk or jog before coming home to prepare human breakfast.
When together again Olive still wants to make her and Kade breakfast every morning, even if she doesn't always have it ready by time Kade wakes up anymore. I don’t imagine Kade would mind that at all.
(Breakfast food and baked goods are the limit of Olive’s skills in the kitchen. She tried to bake something every Saturday to bring to the Sunday family dinner. Olive helped with prep work for dinner, but it was usually up to Kade to do the seasoning and cooking.)
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Hunting and fishing is something Olive did since childhood with her father and/or grandfather. She didn’t go hunting and fishing as often as an adult with a busy life, as it was more about the bonding experience for her, but when she did she used it as an opportunity to support her community by giving any surplus to the local food bank or soup kitchen. Outside of hunting she would never hurt animals if she could help it, being the type that catches spiders in cups to put outside instead of squishing them. She feels guilt with every snail crushed by a poorly placed step on a rainy day. (She wanted her students to develop empathy for all creatures big or small. Every living being is important, you can’t just hurt something because you thought it was insignificant.)
After her escape Olive never hunts again. She has no moral opposition to it, she just understands what it feels like to be prey far too well to ever feel comfortable killing again.
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Olive keeps little bags of lavender in her pockets because she likes the scent - she finds it very calming and helps with her stress. She started the habit because as a teacher she couldn’t wear perfume and kept up with it outside of the classroom because she ended up liking it more. The lavender would come from her own garden.
Post-absence you can tell when she’s upset and trying to hide it because you can suddenly smell lavender; she’s squeezing the little bags in her pocket as hard as she can like they’re stress balls.
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Often, especially in the beginning of her recovery, Olive is kept up at night thinking about all the people in the world that are currently in the position she had been in. Alone, scared, and feeling abandoned while waiting for a rescue that may never come.
When together again, She and Kade have a lot of late nights with tea as he holds her and runs his hands through her hair. Sometimes, during these moments she tells him things about her time in captivity, but mostly they sit in silence as shes comforted by the warm mug in her hand and the sound of his heartbeat as she lays her head on his chest, often finally being able to fall asleep while listening to it knowing she's not alone anymore.
Post game Olive is able to regain her sense of self, agency, and power by doing all she can to help people like her (both living and deceased) be brought back home. She gets heavily involved in charity for missing people donating her money, time, and labour. Ghost helps her in this because through him she gets involved in dog training and cadaver dogs specifically. There are times she's travelled across the country with Ghost to participate in searches for missing people as a volunteer. Cold cases are particularly important to her, as she was one, and she reaches out to the families of missing people volunteering her services. She can't say this work makes her happy because it's often grim and heartbreaking, but it's satisfying and allows her to take back the narrative of her life. Horrible people exist and there is nothing she can do about that, but she can help the people they’ve hurt because she’s not helpless anymore.
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You can read more about Olive here.
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Green Light, Red Light
Request: Yes / No Hi can I please get a Spencer Reid x reader where if you’ve seen the 12 season where cat has his mom and tells him that she’s pregnant with his kids and tells him she did it because she Convince him that he was doing it with Maeve and reader over hears them and she starts to feel the she was just a rebound to him and they get in a fight about how she’s Insecure about their relationship and can it end in fluff please and if you can thank you 🙏🏼 sorry if this doesn’t make sense or sounds Messy Anon
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Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
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Y/N: Your Name
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Emily had just called me and told me to come to the office. I dropped everything immediately and rushed to work. I just knew it was something about Spencer. God I hope he’s okay… As soon as I got there I rushed into her office, Rossi was already in there.
“Emily, I came as fast as I could. What’s happened? Is Spencer okay?” I asked, worry clearly in my voice.
“Thank you for coming Y/N, Fiona and I went to see Reid.” She said.
“And? Is he okay?” I asked.
“He said his Mother was in trouble.” She said and I looked at her confused.
“Were Reid and Diana scheduled to have a visit?” Rossi asked.
“He didn’t think so, but it happened anyway.” Emily answered.
“What did Cassie say?” I asked.
“Cassie didn’t bring Diana. Another nurse did, a Carol Atkinson.” She answered and I looked at her confused.
“Cassie would never let another nurse take care of her.” I said.
“Garcia’s running a search on the name now, but it’s an alias.” She said.
“For who?” Rossi asked before I could.
“Lindsey Vaughn.” She said.
“Lindsey Vaughn? From that case in Chula Vista ten years ago?” Rossi asked.
“You remember it.” Emily said.
“But how could it be her now? And why?” He asked.
“I asked him the same thing.” She said.
“And how did that go?” He asked.
“He slammed the table and ended up being escorted out by guards.” She said and I bit my lip. My poor Spencer…
“Any chance he’s wrong?” Rossi asked.
“Well, Reid did smell Scratch’s drugs before the murder, and he said there was another woman in the room with them.” She said.
“No, there’s no way he could be wrong, this is Spencer we’re talking about!” I said and they sighed.
“Well, if Lindsey took Diana to visit, where’s Cassie?” Rossi asked.
“We don’t know. Her phone goes straight to voicemail, she’s not returning texts either. Y/N, when was the last time you talked to her?” She asked me.
“Um, a few weeks ago. She was giving me updates about Diana and said that I should come and visit, that it might help her.” I answered. I was now regretting not visiting her sooner, who knows what might be happening to her now…
“And Garcia pinged it?” Rossi asked.
“She tried, but the battery must be dead. The GPS was turned off. Walker and JJ are on their way to Reid’s apartment now.” Emily said.
“I should be going with them.” I said, but Emily shook her head.
“You’re too close to this Y/N.” She said.
“We’re all close to this Emily.” I said and she sighed.
“I know, but I can’t send you out there until we have something.” She said and I sighed. I understood why, but I just wanted to help Spencer and save Diana if she was really in trouble.
“So what if this has been a Scratch-Lindsey partnership this whole time?” Rossi asked.
“If that’s true, given his mental state, I’m not sure Reid makes it to trial.” Emily said and I felt my heart break.
“I-I need to see him.” I said and Emily shook her head.
“You can’t right now, he’s not being allowed visitors.” She said and I bit my lip to keep from crying.
“Hey, he’ll be alright.” Rossi said and I nodded.
“Here, take some paperwork to keep you distracted, I’ll call everyone in when we get news from JJ.” Emily said and I nodded. I took the papers and went to my desk. I needed to keep my mind off Spencer, but that was probably the hardest thing to do.
It was maybe ten minutes later when I heard someone walk up to my desk. I looked up and saw Garcia giving me a sad smile. I returned the smile and she pulled me in for a hug.
“Emily wants us in the round table room.” She said and I nodded.
“Is Diana okay?” I asked.
“We don’t know yet...” She answered and I bit my lip once again. We all sat down and everyone gave me a sad smile. I wanted this done with, I wanted the pitty looks to go away. I wanted everything to go back to normal.
“We first came across the Vaughns ten years ago when Lindsey Vaughn and her friend Katie Owen were abducted outside of a crowded movie theater by three men.” Emily said as Garcia handed us the files.
“Ryan Phillips, the traid’s dominant, tortured and strangled Katie.” Rossi said.
“Jack Vaughn then took matters into his own hands, using his skills to find Lindsey.” Emily said.
“It ended when Jack murdered Phillips in front of her and Reid.” Rossi said.
“They let him stay in the program after that?” Luke asked.
“Jack was too important a witness to cut loose.” Rossi said.
“And no one’s heard from either of them till now?” Tara asked.
“That’s right.” Emily said with a nod.
“Lindsey was posing as a nurse named Carol Atkinson, and was able to get Diana Reid in and out of the Millburn Correctional Facility.” Garcia said, pulling up the prison’s security video.
“And despite all the cameras, this is the only one that picked her up.” Rossi said.
“So she knew exactly where they were and how to avoid them.” I said. The phone started ringing and Garcia immediately answered it.
“Please tell me you have good news.” She said.
“Well, Diana and Cassie aren’t here.” JJ said.
“There’s no forced entry and no signs of struggle. And Cassie’s car is gone.” Walker answered.
“Garcia, where are we on that APB of her car?” Emily asked.
“I don;t have anything yet.” She answered.
“Okay. Also, search recent traffic in and out of Reid’s apartment. Lindsey probably entered as Carol.” Emily said.
“Copy, copy.” She said and got to work.
“I know Diana’s routen, I should go out there.” I said.
“No Y/N, you’re not allowed to investigate this outside of this office, not yet.” Emily said. I was growing desperate, I needed to help Spencer.
“I know her routen too, Stephen and I will hit up those places first.” JJ said and hung up.
“The rest of us need to find Lindsey ASAP.” Emily said.
“I know a marshal that can help cut through Witsec’s red tape.” Luke said and walked off.
“Yeah, I’m friendly with some people at Homeland Security.” Tara said, also walking off.
“I got a buddy at the DOJ, lost a lot of money to him at poker. He owes me.” Rossi said.
“Garcia, there was degraded female DNA and prints found at the crime scene. No matches in Codis, but there might be something in Witsec.” Emily said.
“I’ll pull every favor, turn every stone.” Garcia said and walked off.
“Are we gonna tell Spencer?” I asked.
“Not yet. I don’t want to add more stress for him.” Emily said. Rossi walked off to go see his friend.
“Emily, you need to give me something to do. I can’t just sit here and do nothing and we both know I can’t just go home.” I said following her into her office.
“Go help Garcia, I can’t let you go out there right now, I’m sorry.” She said and I nodded.
“I get it, I’m way too close to him, more than you guys are, but when it comes time to go out there and do something I need to be there too.” I said and she nodded.
“I wouldn’t keep you from that.” She said and I nodded.
I was helping Garcia with whatever she needed. I wasn’t as tech savvy as she is, but I was good enough to help out. We were working on anything that could give us a lead when her phone rang.
“Garcia.” Luke said.
“What do you need?” She asked.
“Metro P.D. found Cassie’s car and called it in immediately. No signs of her or DIana. No foul play. There are… There are three visible cameras. One nearby and two down the way.” Luke said.
“I can tap into them, see what I can find.” Garcia said getting to work.
“Oh, oh, oh, uh, Walker and JJ are calling in. You want me to patch you through?” She asked.
“Please.” He said and we were all in the call now.
“Walker, JJ, you’re on with Alvez, me, and Y/N.” She said when she answered.
“Hey guys, no luck finding Cassie or Diana.” Walker said and my heart sank.
“Alright, well, I’m at Cassie’s car right now. Forensically, it’s a dead end, but, us, behaviorally we might have something.” Luke explained. It’s parked down the block from a high school.” Luke said.
“A high school is where Jack Vaughn killed Lindsey’s abductor in front of her and Spencer.” JJ said.
“Well, placing the car there could be a taunt at us.” Walker said.
“That’s what I’m thinking.” Luke said.
“I can look into that. I can- Oh!” Garcia said cutting herself off. I looked over at her screen to see what was happening.
“Garcia?” JJ asked.
“Oh, uh, uh, per Emily, I was supposed to look at the recent foot traffic in and out of Reid’s building. There is no sign of Carol Atkinson, but a Jaime Lamantia keeps popping up. She lives in unit 26 down the hall from Ried. She paid six months of her rent up front in cash, and there’s been not a peep from her since.” She said and I looked at the document she pulled up with wide eyes.
“How’s Jaime connected to Lindsey?” Luke asked.
“Jaime is Lindsey…” I said shocked.
“I’m twenty minutes from Reid’s apartment.” Luke said.
“Yeah, we’re ten.” JJ said and they were on their way.
“I-I have to go out there…” I said.
“No, you can't, Emily said you can’t.” Garcai said.
“This is my boyfriend we’re talking about! I have to do something!” I said, tears threatening to fall. Garcia pulled me in for a hug and held me tightly.
“I know hun, but we’ll get her.” She said.
Emily came in and caught us up, Cassie was dead. Lindsey killed her and took Diana. Spencer was right. Emily went back to her office to have a meeting with Luke and his friend, but I followed and stayed in the bullpen.
“I’m going to the prison. Reid deserves to know everything.” Emily said walking out.
“I’m coming with you.” I said.
“Y/N, you know you-”
“Emily please, I need to see him. I need to know he’s okay.” I begged, cutting her off. She looked at me and sighed.
“Alright, let’s go.” She said and off we went to the prison.
“Wait here, I’ll give you two some time once I finish telling him okay?” She asked and I nodded. Emily was inside and they were talking. Spencer walked up to the door and banged on it. I stopped the guard from opening it and I opened it instead.
“Y-Y/N?” Spencer asked shocked. It’s the first time we’ve seen each other since he was arrested.
“Spencer, oh my God…” I said with tears in my eyes. I knew the rules, I knew I wasn’t allowed to touch him, but I didn’t care. I threw my arms around his neck and buried my head in his chest.
“Hey, no touching allowed.” The guard said.
“It’s alright.” Emily said walking over to us.
“You two have until I come back, then we leave Y/N.” She said and I nodded. Spencer and I walked back into the room and once again hugged him.
“I’ve missed you so much…” I said finally letting the tears I’ve been holding back for so long free. Spencer wrapped his arms around me and it felt like home.
“I’m so so sorry about your Mom Spence, but I swear to you that I will find her no matter what. Even if it costs me my job I will find her.” I said gently caressing his cheek.
“Does she know about us?” He asked referring to Lindsey.
“Yes…” I answered.
“You need to stay away from this.” He whispered.
“You know I can’t do that.” I whispered back.
“You need to, I can’t be the reason you get hurt.” He said.
“I’ll be find Spence, everything will be fine.” I said. I leaned up to kiss him, but he pulled away from me…
“You need to go. You need to stay off this case, you need to work on something else.” He said turning his back to me.
“You know I will not do that. I won’t stop until you’re free and your Mother is home safe!” I said. I stared at his back in shock, Spencer had changed… The door opened and Emily walked in.
“It’s time to go Y/N.” She said and I nodded.
“I promise Spence, we’ll find her and get you out of here.” I said before leaving the room with Emily.
“How’d it go?” She asked.
“Not as well as I hoped…” I quietly answered.
“He’ll come around.” She said and I just nodded. Why would he want me to stop? Why wouldn’t he want to kiss me? Why wouldn’t he be happy to see me?
We made it back to the office and Emily went straight for the roundtable room. I was still in a daze, but I followed her in. The team was there walking and Rossi looked up at us when we walked in.
“How’d it go with Reid?” He asked.
“As expected. He thinks Lindsey’s using her father’s gun as a way to carry on his legacy.” Emily said.
“Makes sense, given her Daddy issues.” Rossi said.
“And I spoke to the Warden about putting Reid in protective custody, but he said no.” Emily said and I sighed.
“Okay, more ballistics literally just came in on Jack Vaughn’s gun, and, oh my goodness, Lindsey has been a busy evil bee.” Garcia said.
“How busy?” Tara asked.
“That gun has been involved in fifteen murders in the last five years.” She answered.
“Single shot to the back of the head with a modified hollow-point.” JJ said.
“That’s our Lindsey.” Rossi said.
“You guys see the geographical pattern? All of the kills are along the U.S-Mexico border.” JJ said.
“And each of the victims have apparent Cartel ties.” Garcia.
“So, Lindsey’s been a Cartel hit woman ever since she left the program.” Tara said.
“Okay, but why is she using her Dad’s gun? That helps us, and it’s risky for her.” Garcia asked.
“It’s an impulse, not a choice.” I said. We continued talking, but we came up with nothing so we all went to get coffee.
“Why would Scratch choose Lindsey? I mean, her ties to Reid are distant.” Tara said.
“Walker and I, we kicked it around on the flight, and we imagine that Scratch was digging further into Reid’s past and he saw that Lindsey had become a contract killer. Realized she could get to him in a way that he couldn’t.” Luke said.
“It may be logistical, too. Scratch has never run out of drugs before, but now he’s a fugitive and might not be able to get them.” Walker said.
“Well, Lindsey knows the border. She’d be a good drug mule.” JJ said as I was making myself a second coffee.
“Good news, bad news.” Emily said walking up to us and I immediately turned towards her.
“I am on the books first thing tomorrow with Judge Frost and AUSA Martinez.” Emily said.
“But all we have is a theory and no support from the brass.” Rossi said.
“That’s never stopped us before.” She said.
“I guess we gave twelve hours to make an airtight case for you to bring to them.” I said.
“Yes. Not only that, we also need a paper trail.” Emily said.
“I’ll put on more coffee.” Rossi said.
“Excuse me.” Emily said and went to take a call.
“Y/N, you should go get some sleep.” Rossi said to me and I shook my head.
“There is no way I’m going home when Spencer is stuck in that prison and Diana is who knows where.” I said taking a sip of my coffee.
“I will inject coffee straight into my veins before I go to sleep.” I said and walked off to the round table room. Soon everyone followed and we were all looking for anything we could find.
“We leave no stone unturned.” Emily said walking in with Garcia and a box. She started handing out files and we got to work.
“Hey, guys.” Tara said after an hour and a half.
“Okay. I got Carol Atkinson crossing the border at Los Indios.” She said.
“There’s a factory nearby that manufactures non-FDA-approved seasickness tablets. Essentially, scopolamine pills.” She said walking over to the map.
“Los Indios is only a 40-minute drive to Matamoros.” Luke said.
“Looks like we’ve got Lindsey where we need her.” Rossi said.
“Now we put the knife in her hand.” Emily said. We continued working, trying to get anything to match with Lindsey and that would be able to set Spencer free. I must have drank at least six coffees, maybe more. It was light out now, but none of us cared.
“Rick, what have you got?” Luke asked, answering his phone.
“Well, okay, guys, Jack’s gun was used in Mexico the day before Nadie’s murder.” JJ said.
“What? Another Cartel hit?” I asked.
“No, the victim was a Victor Flores. He was a local real estate broker, a model citizen.” She said.
“Point-blank. Back of the head, with a modified hollow-point bullet. That’s Lindsey, alright.” Rossi said looking at the file.
“Why are we only hearing about it now?” Walker asked.
“Because it was in Monterrey. It’s a different jurisdiction.” JJ answered.
“Okay, so, she crosses the border at Los Indios, which is very close to Matamoros, drives three hours west to Monterrey, kills Victor, and then drives four hours east to Matamoros?” Tara asked confused.
“All possible within a day’s drive.” Walker said.
“Sure, but why go to all the trouble?” Tara asked.
“Why pick Victor Flores?” Emily asked.
“It sounds too random to be random…” I said shaking my head.
“Alright. Alright, thanks, Rick. I owe you.” Luke said and hung up.
“Mexican authorities found an abandoned truck last week that matches the one Reid described. It was dumped two states over.” Luke said.
“Did it belong to a Victor Flores?” JJ asked.
“Yeah, how’d you know that?” He asked.
“Lindsey killed him before Nadie. Must have stolen his truck too.” Rossi said.
“Alright, well, we’re making some real headway here.”Luke said.
“Yeah, it’s great guys, don’t get me wrong, but it’s all circumstantial. Garcia, any luck finding Lindsey’s prints from her Witsec file?” Emily asked.
“I called in every favor I can think of and then some. It’s gonna take me, like, five more hours to cut through all this red tape.” Garcia answered.
“I have to be at the courthouse in one.” Emily said and we continued to go back to work.
Emily left soon after and we all kept working. We hoped that we could get something in time, but the odds were against us. An hour later my phone rang and I saw Emily’s name pop up on my screen.
“Emily?” I answered confused and everyone’s eyes were on me.
“I need you to go to the prison that Reid is at and bring him home.” She said and my eyes started to water.
“A-Are you serious?” I asked.
“I am, bring him home Y/N.” She said and I hung up immediately.
“What’s going on?” Garcia asked.
“I have to go, I have to go get Spencer.” I said with a smile.
“He’s coming home?” JJ asked and I nodded.
“Yeah.” I nodded and everyone smiled.
“I’m coming with you.” JJ said.
“Me too, I gotta take care of something there.” Luke said.
“I’m coming too!” Garcia said and I just nodded at them. I quickly gathered my stuff and rushed to my car. My Spencer was finally coming home. They were driving in a separate car from me. I got to the prison as quickly as I could and soon after they brought me to a room with Spencer standing there. Spencer saw me and smiled slightly.
“We’re taking you home baby.” I said with a smile and a tear falling down my face. He looked relieved and I rushed over to hug him.
“You’re coming home Spence.” I whispered. He held me tightly and started sobbing. I held him tightly. He kissed the side of my head and everything just felt so right in that moment. Spencer got dressed in the suit we brought him and we walked out to see Garcia standing there waiting. He went up and hugged her and I smiled.
“Let’s get my Mom back.” He said.
“Yeah.” Garcia said and we all left. We got back to the office and we were catching Spencer up on everything.
“So we know Lindsey convinced Scratch to run drugs across the border.” Luke said.
“And that Lindsey’s been operating from to locations- An apartment next to Reid and a house in southeast D.C.” Rossi said.
“That’s where we think she’s keeping your Mom.” Walker said.
“Scratch isn’t afraid to plot an elaborate trap. I want a full breakdown of that house before we set one foot inside.” Emily said and everyone walked off, except for Spencer and I.
“Um… Spencer…” Emily said stopping us and closing the door.
“You can’t officially go until you’re reinstated.” She said.
“So that includes going to my apartment, since it’s a crime scene.” Spencer said.
“That’s right. It’s sealed and guarded by Metro P.D. But you are the resident. You got it?” She said.
“Got it.” He said and she left. Spencer took a step up to the closed door, but just stared at it.
“Are you alright?” I asked and he looked at me.
“Um… it’s, uh, it’s open.” I said and he looked back at the door.
“Of course.” He said and opened the door. We went to Spencer’s place and I had to show the guard my badge.
“He’s the resident. He’s just gonna grab a few things.” I said and the cop nodded. Spencer sat on his couch and started looking at an open photo album.
“What is it?” I asked.
“This picture was on a different page.” He said and picked it up. He flipped it over and on the back in red it said XX-XY.
“Does that mean anything to you?” I asked.
“Only the obvious, male and female chromosomes, Lindsey’s way of telling us she’s with Scratch.” He said and I sighed.
“Let’s grab some things and you can stay at my place.” I said.
“Yeah…” He said. We grabbed a bag of clothes and dropped them off at my apartment. Emily had called me and told me all about what was going on. Spencer had to go back to prison to see Cat Adams. I was going with him. We got on the jet and made our way to Car Adams. We walked into the other side of the interview room, we saw Cat sitting at the table. I saw Spencer was comfortable, but this was the only option to find his mother right now.
“I’ll be here the whole time, promise.” I said and gently grabbed his hand. He nodded and walked inside, I followed, but stayed in the back.
“Spencie.” Cat said with a smile.
“Where’s my Mother?” He asked.
“I missed you.” She said.
“What did you and Lindsey do to her?” He asked, ignoring her.
“How did you-”
“No stop! You don’t get to walk in here and hiss at me like I’m the criminal.” She said cutting him off.
“Now, we do this my way.” She said and kicked the chair in front of her. Spencer caught it as she told him to sit. Spencer sat as I stayed on the side watching.
“How was Prison? Did you like it?” She asked.
“No.” He answered.
“It’s not fun, is it?” She asked.
“Unlike you, I didn’t deserve to be there.” He said.
“How did you stay sane?” She asked leaning closer. I was confused as to who she was or what her and Spencer’s past connection was. Her case was before I was even on the team. I had only joined three years ago and Spencer and I have only been together for two.
“A brain like yours needs stimulation in such a gray place.” She said.
“I worked in the laundry room and I played chess.” He answered.
“That’s three, maybe four hours, tops. What about the other twenty?” She asked.
“I read.” He answered.
“That’s still not enough. You have to… go someplace. Up here.” She said looking at me for a split second.
“Or else you go crazy.” She said with a slight laugh.
“Do you want to see where I go? I’ll show you. Com here.” She said, motioning him to come closer. Spencer leaned in closer and she went to touch his face.
“No touching.” I said and she stopped. Spencer looked at me then back at her and she smirked at me.
“Close your eyes.” She said and moved his eyes to close them.
“Good. Now keep them shut. Sit back and relax.” She said leaning back in her chair. Spencer also leaned back.
“Now, when you open your eyes, I want you to look at me like I’m the first woman you’ve seen after being in prison for three month.” She said and my heart clenched at this. She looked at me and smirked then looked back at him.
“Now… Open.” She said and he did.
“Hello Cat.” He said with a smile.
“You’re here!” She giggled.
“You’re really here.” She said.
“There’s nowhere else I would rather be.” Spencer said and I took a deep breath, this is what he needs to do to get the information.
“You’re good at this. You’re so good at this, I almost believe you don’t want to kill me.” She said crossing her arms.
“I don’t want to kill you.” He said.
“No?” She asked.
“No.” He said, shaking his head.
“What if I let your Mother die? Then would you kill me? Or would you just… hurt me? Would you pin me down and leave bruises that don’t go away?” She asked with a very sexual tone.
“Is that what you want?” He asked and my eyes widened slightly.
“I guess I just want to know if you would.” She said and glanced at me with a smirk.
“If you could.” She said looking back at him.
“No.” He said.
“No?” She asked.
“That’s not the kind of man I am.” He said.
“Do me a favor and tell your girlfriend over there to step aside, because we’re gonna play another game. And this time, we’re going to find out exactly what kind of man you are. I’m sure she’ll love to watch that.” She said. Spencer looked over at me and gave me a nod. I didn’t feel comfortable leaving Spencer alone with her, but I left anyway and she gave me a wave goodbye. I was now watching from behind the glass, luckily I could still hear them.
“Let’s play.” He said.
“Let’s!” She said excitedly.
“Are you hungry?” She asked him.
“No.” He answered.
“Me neither.” She said.
“So, the same game as last time?” He asked leaning back in the chair.
“I answer every question you ask honestly?” He asked.
“No, this time you get to ask the questions.” She said.
“About what?” He asked.
“Well, I know a secret. About you. And you can ask me as many questions as you like to figure it out. But you only get one guess as to what it is.” She said leaning forward.
“Now, guess correctly, I take your phone, I call our friend Lindsey, and I tell her to release your Mother unharmed. If you don't…” She said and put her fingers into a gun shape and stuck it in her mouth. She then mimed like she was getting shot and giggled.
“Is there a clock?” Spencer asked.
“There’s always a clock.” She said and put her hand out.
“Give it to me.” She said. Spencer took off his watch and handed it to her.
“You’ll have four hours.” She said and he went to ask a question, but she stopped him.
“Not yet.” She said.
“You have to wait till the second hand comes around.” She said.
“You want to give me a hint before we start?” Spencer asked.
“Do I look like a girl that gives hints?” She asked.
“Actually you do.” He said.
“Okay, how about this? It’s a secret you’ll never admit to.” She said and I furrowed my brow.
“Go.” She said. It’s been half an hour, I told the team that we had four hours to find Diana or she’s dead.
“I know what the secret is.” Spencer said.
“You do?” She asked.
“Why else would you put me through all this?” He asked.
“Ooo. Phrasing it in the form of a question. That way it doesn’t count as a guess. Very smart, Doctor.” She said.
“I’m gonna walk you through a scenario and your face is gonna tell me how close I am.” He said.
“From the moment I arrested you, you watched and waited for the right time to take your revenge. When you learned I was going to Mexico, you took it. You and Lindsey framed me for murder so I’d be in prison and treated like a criminal, and then you kidnapped my Mother so I would know how it feels to have a parent manipulated, because you wanted to prove that you and I are the same. Am I right?” He asked and she yawned.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hold that in any longer. What were you saying?” She asked.
“Psychopaths get bored easily.” He said.
“You’re right. Let’s speed this up.” She said getting up.
“Shall we?” She asked and sat on his lap. Jealousy raged through my body, but I kept watching.
“Why don’t you think about all the pain you’ve suffered in your life. What would I capitalize on, do you think? Is it the death of your mentor, SSA Jason Gideon? ” She asked while touching his chest and face.
“No. Because we caught the man who killed him.” Spencer said.
“What about Agent Morgan? And your guilt over not visiting his little boy.” She said.
“I was in prison.” He said.
“Yeah, but you had time before that.” She said moving her face closer to his. I was feeling so uncomfortable and jealous, but I had to stay perfectional and Spencer was just playing into her fantasies to get what we needed, right?
“Why didn’t you go?” She asked.
“Truthfully, I got distracted. I was trying to figure out a way to help my Mom. She didn’t have time. Morgan, Savannah, and little Bobby did. So there’s absolutely no shame in admitting that. Morgan would understand.” He answered as she nipped at his ear. That wasn't Morgan's son…
“I agree. That’s why that’s not the secret.” She whispered and got off him. He looked back at me and I smiled.
“Good job baby.” I said and pulled out my phone.
“Go ahead, Y/N.” Rossi answered.
“So Cat has deep background on Spence. She knew about Gideon’s death and Morgan leaving the team for his family.” I said.
“She’s throwing him off-balance.” He said.
“Yeah, but Spence also purposely gave the wrong name of Morgan’s son, and she didn’t correct him.” I said.
“She must have gotten her hands on Reid’s confidential FBI file. It would mention relevant team information but wouldn’t name Morgan’s baby because of confidentiality reasons.” Emily said.
“We were thinking she’s been getting help from someone inside the prison. This goes deeper than that.” Rossi said.
“I’ll keep you guys updated.” I said and hung up.
“Working deductively, the secret wouldn’t be any of the topics you’ve already volunteered, because you wouldn’t want to make it that easy on me.” Spencer said after a few minutes of silence.
“Genius, truly.” Cat said, playing with his watch.
“So what is left that I wouldn’t want to admit?” He asked and they stared at each other in silence for a moment.
“Love.” Spencer finally said and my eyes widened. My heart rate picked up and I gulped. Cat stopped playing with his watch and just stared at him.
“Is that what this is all about, love?” He asked leaning forward.
“For my Mother?” He asked and she just stared.
“No. For you.” He said and I felt a pain in my chest.
“You want me to admit that I am actually in love with you.” He said.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love my fairy tales, clearly, as much as the next girl, but I’m not delusional.” She said.
“Are you sure about that?” He asked.
“Very sure. So sure, in fact, that I had Lindsey leave a clue for you in your little scrapbook in your house.” She said with a smirk. XX-XY.
“I couldn’t have you come all the way down here and make a guess until I was positive. That is…” She said looking down at her stomach and my eyes widened.
“Until I tested positive.” She said placing her hands on her stomach.
“What, you’re pregnant?” Spencer asked.
“We’re pregnant.” She said and it felt like my heart leaped out of my chest. No. No it couldn’t be possible…
“No.” Spencer said, shaking his head.
“Oh, yes. Mazel tov.” She said. I needed to know. The team needed to know. I asked one of the guards for her records and waited for them.
“Here you are ma’am.” A guard said, handing me the files.
“Thank you.” I said and immediately checked them. She was pregnant. Her due date was November 15th 2017… I looked up in complete shock.
“It’s not possible. Even if you are pregnant, the baby’s not mine.” Spencer said, now standing.
“Except for the part where it is.” She said.
“That’s completely preposterous. You’ve been in prison.” He said sitting back down.
“So have you.” She said.
“And we’ve never had-”
“I know. We’ve never…” She said.
“Ask me how I did it. Come on, ask me.” She said.
“Ask her…” I whispered.
“How did you do it?” He asked.
“I had Lindsey dose you in Mexico. You lost time. And I gave her very specific instructions to get you in the mood.” She said with a little laugh.
“What, did she pretend to be you?” He asked and I bit my lip.
“Why, would that have worked?” She asked.
“No.” He answered leaning closer to her.
“Yeah, I know, I know. Believe me, I know exactly where I stand on the Spencer Reid hot or not list.” She said.
“So you told her to pretend to be Y/N.” He said.
“No. I told her to pretend to be Maeve.” She said and my eyes widened.
“Maeve Donovan. The love of your life.” He said and my heart broke. I knew Spencer loved her at one point, she was his first and she was taken from him. But when we met he said he was over her, that it was in the past…
“Who had her brains blown out right in front of you before you two could even kiss. So dark… Yet, so useful.” She said.
“You’re lying.” He said, slightly shaking his head.
“Spencer, it’s Maeve. It’s okay. Spencer, Spencer… Spencer, it’s Maeve. It’s okay. Come here. Shh. You want this. It’s okay. You want this.” She said in a soft voice.
“It didn’t happen.” Spencer said.
“Hey, I was thinking, if it’s a boy, we should definitely call him Spencie junior.” She said and spencer got up to leave.
“But if it’s a girl, I think we should call her Maeve.” She said and Spencer walked out.
“I mean, after all she played such a huge role in her own conception.” She said and Spencer stood next to me.
“Spence, we might have something.” I said and he took the files from me.
“She’s three months.” I said and Spencer threw the files at the window.
“I’m sorry, it’s not you.” He said and I nodded.
“I just need a minute.” He said and I bit my lip.
“Is she right?” I asked quietly and he turned to look at me.
“What?” He asked.
“That Maeve is the love of your life?” I asked. I knew I should wait, Spencer had so much to deal with right now, but I needed to know. I needed to know if our whole relationship was just a lie for him to get over Maeve, or if it was real.
“I told you about this already.” He said and I nodded.
“But are we just together because you can’t be with her?” I asked and he looked at me with wide eyes.
“No, no of course not!” He said, but a part of me didn’t believe him.
“I don’t believe you Spencer…” I said.
“Now’s not the time for this!” He shouted and I flinched. Spencer has never raised his voice before.
“I’m gonna go call the team…” I said and walked off. I took out my phone to call the team, but my phone rang first.
“Y/N, you there?” Emily asked when I picked up.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, go ahead.” I said trying to compose myself.
“So far we don’t have anything on the prison employees. Somebody in there is helping her, but nobody jumps out as the obvious culprit, and it doesn’t help that they’re blocking us at every turn.” Luke said.
“We have something, but, uh, it’s out there.” Tara said.
“I’ll take out there.” Emily said.
“The gun store owner was more of a libertarian than you would think. He talked about how he never judged his customers or who they love.” Walker said.
“That’s weird.” JJ said.
“Yeah, not as weird as when he mentioned Obergefell.” Tara said.
“The supreme court decision that legalized gay marriage.” Emily said.
“You said we were missing something in the relationship between these two women. What if it’s this?” Walker said.
“The risks that Lindsey’s taking, the bond she has with Cat, it’s not professional. It’s romantic.” Tara said.
“This casts a big shadow over Lindsey’s next move. By exposing their plan to us, she knows there’s no happy ending, no future with Cat.” Walker said.
“And she’s going to take Reid’s Mother with her. And that’s the ultimate act of revenge against the guy who took her lover away.” JJ said.
“Y/N, what do you have?” Emily asked.
“Can you take me off speaker?” I asked.
“Okay, it’s just us now.” She said.
“Cat is three months pregant and she’s claiming it’s Reid’s…” I said.
“Are you kidding me? Are you kidding?” She asked.
“Well, here’s where it gets tricky. Do we believe her or not?” I asked.
“On the one hand, getting pregnant is a power control move straight out of the female psychopath handbook. On the other hand-”
“If her story is true, it meant she sent her lesbian lover down to Mexico to get Reid to- Ugh.” Emily said, finishing my thought.
“Yeah… Either way, she is pregnant. I just refuse to believe it belongs to Spence…” I said choking up a little.
“It could be the person inside the prison who’s been helping her. Getting pregnant serves two purposes- Gasslighting Reid and emotional blackmail against that employee.” She said.
“Yeah, but, Emily, we don’t know who that guy is yet. And Luke and Rossi aren’t going to in the time we have left.” I said.
“Y/N, I gotta call you back.” She said and hung up. I sighed and walked back to Spencer, he had gone back inside.
“Let’s pretend you’re telling the truth. That means I guessed it, right? The secret, the one I don’t want to admit to? It’s my child?” Spencer said.
“Is that your guess? You only get one, remember?” Cat asked.
“No. it’s too easy.” He said.
“Believe me, getting pregnant with your baby was not easy.” She said.
“You misunderstand. It’s too easy emotionally. Because I can take your child from you. The child I had absolutely no role in creating, but a child that I would care for better than you.” He said and I gulped.
“That’s rude.” She said.
“It’s true. You can’t be a Mother, Cat. I’m not trying to insult you. It’s your psychological makeup. You literally do not have the emotional skills to care for another human being. You’d lose interest in your own baby the way a six year old loses interest in a pet hamster. This baby is simply a means to an end, which is to keep me here playing your game, guessing like a fool, assuming something I never should have assumed in the first place.” He said.
“And what would that be?” She asked.
“My Mother’s already dead.” He said and I shook my head. No. That can’t be right.
“She was dead before I walked in here.” He said.
“She’s not dead.” Cat shook her head.
“Yes she is.” Spencer said getting up.
“No, because that would be cheating and I don’t cheat! You cheat!” She said.
“I’m done playing.” Spencer said.
“Get back here!” She said.
“Goodbye, Cat.” He said opening the door.
“I’ll let you talk to her!” She said which made him stop in the doorway. He looked at me and I looked at him in shock. He smiled and walked back in. I quickly called Garcia.
“Yes, I’m here.” She answered.
“Garcia, get ready to trace a call on Spence’s phone.” I said.
“Fired up, plugged in. Ready to go.” She said. Spencer handed her his phone and she called Lindsey.
“You’re early.” Lindsey answered.
“Yeah, I know.” Cat said.
“Did he guess?” She asked.
“No, not yet. We need proof of life.” Cat said.
“Alright. Hold on.” She said.
“Spencer!” Diana said scared, only a moment later. Spencer grabbed the phone out of Cat’s hand so fast.
“Mom! Mom, are you okay?” He asked.
“I don’t… know.” She answered and then there was a gunshot.
“Mom!” Spencer called.
“Gotta go.” Lindsey said and hung up.
“Mom! What the hell was that?” Spencer asked and I quickly rushed inside.
“I don’t know.” Cat answered.
“Spence…” I said trying to calm him.
“Lindsey said you were early. Was that a signal?” He asked.
“No.” She answered and Spencer slammed the table.
“Was that a prearranged signal to kill my Mother!?” He shouted.
“No!” She shouted.
“Spencer-”
“Tell me the truth!” He shouted.
“I am!” She shouted back.
“Tell me the truth!” He shouted again.
“I am!” She shouted back.
“You wanna know the truth? Your Mother is an alzheimer’s-ridden moron who’s getting dumber day by day, and if she’s dead, it’s your fault.” Cat said. Spencer shoved the table away and grabbed Cat. He shoved her up against the wall and wrapped his hands around her neck.
“Spence!” I shouted and tried to pull him off her.
“I’m going to kill you.” He whispered to her.
“Spence!”
“I’m going to kill you.” He said again.
“Spence, she’s pregnant. She’s pregnant Spencer! Stop it! Come on!” I said and finally pulled him off her.
“Come on.” I said and pushed him to the other side of the room. He walked out. I made sure she was alright and ignored her teasing comments about how she was having his baby and how I was protecting their baby.
“How does it feel knowing he really only loves Maeve and you’re just her replacement?” She asked and I took a deep breath and walked out of the room. My phone rang and it was Garcia. She told me about what the explosion was. I walked into the hall where Spencer was sitting with his head against his knee.
“Richmond County police just reported a gas station explosion. One victim, a male. Whatever Lindsey did, we have to assume your Mom’s still alive.” I said and he just looked up at me.
“Hey.” I said and sat down next to him.
“I’m really scared this is who I am now.” He said.
“No, don’t say that.” I said.
“Y-Y/N, you don’t know…” He trailed off.
“I do know. I know two inmates, Frazier and Duerson, killed your friend Delgado in front of you. And I know they wanted you to move their heroin, and I also know that if you didn't you would have been next, right?” I asked and he looked down at the floor in shame. He nodded, but still didn’t look at me.
“Spence, anyone in your spot would have done the same thing.” I said.
“You wouldn’t have.” He said.
“Yeah. Yeah, I would have, Spence. Because if someone was threatening my life, You bet your ass I would. I would do it a million times if it meant I got to eventually come home to you. It doesn’t make you a bad person.” I said and he looked at me for a second before looking back down.
“Because you know who does think like that, that- that doing what you had to do to survive somehow makes you a psychopath? She does.” I said and realization hit me. I looked over at Spencer and he had the same look on his face.
“She does. She does. Because she- she knows.” I said quietly.
“That’s the secret.” He said getting up.
“What I don’t want to admit about myself.” He said and I got up as well.
“Hold on, let’s play this out, because she will not lose to you twice. She already said that this wasn’t about you two being the same.” I said.
“And she’s all about the game. She thinks that I cheated last time because I lied about her dad, so it’s integral to her that she beats me by following the rules.” He said.
“Yeah, but, Spence, she controls the rules, and she will change them to ensure that she wins.” I said.
“Which means that I’m locked in.” He said.
“Like she is.” I said.
“And she needs me locked in, playing by her rules a game I can’t win, so she-” He cut himself off and looked at me.
“I got it.” He said and went to turn around, but I stopped him.
“Wait.” I said and he turned back to me.
“I’m sorry…” I said and he looked at me confused.
“For before, I shouldn’t let her get in my head.” I said and he pulled me to him.
“Y/N, I love you, but we both know that there will alway still be some love for Maeve in my heart. That doesn’t mean that you’re a rebound or that I’m using you as a way to replace Maeve, because I’m not. I love you. Everything we have together, is real.” He said and I looked up at him. I pulled him down for a kiss and put all the love I have for this man in it. We pulled away and we were both smiling. I was on the phone calling the team to get everything ready.
“Let’s get your Mom back.” I whispered and he nodded. Spencer Walked back inside and Cat was sitting down playing with his watch again.
“Guess that’s one way to get you to put your hands on me.” She said.
“Dance with me.” He said and she looked up at him.
“Why?” She asked.
“Because I don’t want the people watching us to hear what I’m going to say next.” He said and offered her his hand. They started dancing.
“You guys got this up?” I asked.
“Streaming now.” Garcia said.
“Okay, uh, listen, you’re gonna hear a lot of weird stuff, like Spence saying he is the Father of Cat’s baby. Don’t let that distract you.” I said.
“I’m sorry. Full stop. Why would he say he’s the Father-”
“Quiet.” Emily said cutting Garcia off.
“You had eyes on me while I was in prison, didn’t you?” Spencer asked.
“Spencie, don’t ruin the moment.” Cat said.
“I don’t want to, but I’m on the clock. Answer my question. Am I right?” He asked.
“Yes, you’re right. I wanted to make sure things were just as uncomfortable for you as they were for me.” She answered.
“That’s what we missed, the inside man that’s been helping them.” Luke said.
“He didn’t just work at Cat’s prison, he worked at hers and Reid’s.” Rossi said.
“Garcia, look for any overlap.” Emily said.
“Compiling now.” Garcia said.
“Here’s something. Lionel Wilkins. He worked at both Mount Pleasant and The Millburn Correctional Facility.” She said.
“Okay look, this guy could have gotten her pregnant, but there’s no way he could have gotten his hand on Reid’s file.” JJ said.
“Well, not directly. He could have called in a favor from a friend at the bureau.” Walker said.
“So someone must have wanted to screw us this whole time.” Tara said.
“Someone who’s not gonna work for the bureau much longer.” Emily said.
“That’s how you timed everything so perfectly. Like sending my Mom and Lindsey to visit me when I thought was at my lowest.” He said.
“Thought? You sure you weren’t?” She asked.
“No, I wasn’t. Because I didn’t feel bad. I felt scared. At how much I enjoyed poisoning the other prisoners. I had a hundred ways of getting myself out of that situation, and I picked the one that would cause them the most pain.” He said.
“Well, look at that. You might end up saving your Mother’s life after all.” She said.
“Okay, Lionel Wilkins’ primary residence is in Fall Church, but I also have a second address. Uh, it’s a cabin off of the Rappahannock River.” Garcia said.
“Well the cabin is in Lindsey’s zone based on the gas station.” Walker said.
“Helos are on the roof warming up. Let’s go.” Emily said and hung up.
“They won’t get there in time. They must be on their way, right?” Cat asked.
“Your team is too good to wait around, but, you know me. I always have a contingency plan. So, they’re walking into a trap. And the only way out is if you give me your phone and your guess, right now.” She said. Spencer handed her his phone and she sat down.
“When we first sat down, you said you were going to show me what kind of man I am. And you have.” He said, sitting on the corner of the table.
“Every time I touch this, you’re getting warmer.” Cat said.Garcia was calling Emily to facetime her so she could show Lindsey everything.
“At first I was furious, because the secret had to be the baby inside you. How could it be anything else? But then I realized that somehow, you knew I liked hurting those men. But now I know it’s both things.” Spencer said.
“So which is it, Spence? Come on. Don’t fumble it now. You’re at the one-yard line.” Cat said.
“You’re not pregnant with my child. You got pregnant with Wilkins to put me in as compromised a position as possible. But it should be mine. I wish it were mine. Because you and I… We deserve each other. That is the real secret.” He said and she pressed the call button.
“Kill her.” Cat said.
“Lindsey, I said-” She said getting up, but stopped talking. Cat looked at the camera and glared slightly.
“Lindsey, sweetheart, it’s complicated, okay?” She said.
“Y/N, we got her.” Emily said.
“We’re clear.” I said walking into the room and Cat hung up. Spencer took his phone and turned back to me.
“Is my Mom okay?” He asked.
“Yeah, she’s fine.” I answered with a smile.
“We do deserve each other, by the way. You guessed right.” Cat said sitting back down.
“You lied, by the way. You were going to kill my Mother regardless.” He said.
“Yeah, I think you really liked hurting those men. And once you cross that line, you can’t ever go back.” She said. Spencer walked over to her and grabbed her arm. He took his watch back and looked her right in the eyes.
“Watch me.” He whispered and we left. We went back to the office and Spencer was so excited to see his mother again. We walked out of the elevator and the team with his Mother, she looked uncomfortable.
“Spencer’s here.” Emily whispered. Diana looked over at him and they both went to hug each other.
“Hi, Mom.” He said holding her close.
“Don’t leave me. Every again.” She pulled away to say.
“I won’t.” He said and I smiled at them. They pulled apart again and Spencer smiled at me.
“Y/N! You should come visit more.” His Mother said and came to hug me. I hugged her back and laughed slightly.
“I will, I promise.” I said. We pulled apart and we went back to his apartment. Everything was going to be okay.
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Don’t Stop If I Fall (And Don’t Look Back)
Frank Iero x Gender Neutral!Reader (ending 2 of 4 for Here In This House of Wolves)
Word Count: 2013
A/N: This one’s kinda spooky! Hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: This is entirely a work of fiction. No part of this story is meant to be libel, slander, or in any way derogatory towards any character’s real life counterpart. I’m not delusional; I know that these characters are simply based off of a public persona and may not actually resemble the people behind those personas. Any additional characters that you do not recognize are entirely fictional, unless otherwise stated. And finally, if you got here by Googling yourself, whatever happens next is 100% on you.
You sighed, shifting restlessly from foot to foot, waiting as the guides explained the rules and prepared to unlock the door leading to the walkthrough. Though there was part of you that still doubted the legitimacy of the whole set-up, you were definitely excited to see if it would really measure up to the promises of both the brochure and the hosts. As a self-proclaimed and Way-brother-confirmed horror nerd, you had been through many a haunted house. And while some were bone-chillingly terrifying, others fell more on the Scooby Doo side of frightening. Either way, you knew you wouldn’t be short on entertainment with the way the others were carrying on.
Finally, the hosts led you to the door, with a final warning to keep your wits about you. They opened them to reveal a pitch black hallway, and without warning, shoved everyone forward. Before you could even spare a final glance back, they slammed the doors shut, leaving you in total darkness.
“Oh god,” Ray moaned miserably. “I knew this was a terrible idea.”
You could practically hear Mikey’s growing irritation in the all-consuming nothingness.
“Well, the only way out is through, so,” Gerard said, with the certainty of someone who had seen hundreds of fantasy and adventure movies. “On we go.”
“Yeah, whatever you say, Gerard. Let’s just try and get out of here with all our limbs still attached.” Brian sighed. There was a shuffle of forward-sounding movement, and you tried to keep.
Suspiciously absent from the conversation was Frank.
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After what seemed like a mile, but you knew rationally couldn’t have been more than a dozen yards, the hallway became a bit narrower with faint, faint, cracks of light low to the ground on either side. Up in front, Ray and Gerard kept bumping into the walls and swearing, though they were sure they were heading straight on.
Suddenly, you were yanked back by your elbow. Instinctively, you tried to scream, both out of fear and hope that the others would hear and help you, but a warm, calloused hand clamped over your mouth. Whoever it was that had grabbed you began to drag you backwards, much to your horror, and a pit of icy dread began to form in your stomach. Though you kicked your feet in protest, it was no use. You could barely even hear the others anymore. You were on your own.
Desperately, and with the sudden realization that this might not be part of the haunted house any more, you began to bite down on the hand pressed over your mouth, doing anything to get away. Suddenly, you and your abductor stumbled backward through an unseen door into a brightly lit room, and the hands that had restrained you released.
“Holy fucking shit,” an insanely recognizable voice swore. “Are you insane, you could have fucked up my hand-”
Instantly, all the fear in your body evaporated and was replaced with red hot anger. Frank.
“No, are you fucking insane?!” You whirled around on him. “What the hell were you thinking, I thought someone was gonna kill me, or worse-”
Frank rolled his eyes. “You need to calm down, you’ve been hanging around Gee too much. We would’ve found your body eventually.”
You took a moment to relax, close your eyes, and let the remaining terror drain out of your body. When you opened them, you noticed just how small the room you were in was, as well as how close Frank was standing to you. You also noticed that your heart was beating way faster than normal, something you hoped that, if he noticed, he would attribute to the fight-or-flight response of almost being kidnapped, which, by the way, what the actual fuck?
“Where the hell are we, Frank? And also, why?”
“One of those rooms off that hallway.”
You remember the faint light you had seen just before Frank grabbed you. “Oh.”
“And… the reason we’re in here is because I thought it would be funny to fuck with them. And I thought you’d be down to help me.”
You sighed, rubbing your elbow where his hand had been only moments earlier. “And you couldn’t have told me about this before you gave me a heart attack?”
“Well,” You could tell he was trying to justify his reasoning on the spot. “If they thought you were actually being abducted, that would add to the prank.”
“Asshole,” you muttered, though you really weren’t mad anymore. “I don’t even think they noticed I was gone.”
“Then that makes them the assholes. Which is another reason you should help me. Please?”
You pretended to still be annoyed. It was best to not let Frank know when he had already won you over; otherwise, he would try to get away with everything underneath the sun. You were sure the others were far ahead of you now, and you weren’t too keen on the idea of wandering through the haunted house by yourself. There was also the small matter of being flattered and giddy that Frank chose you to pull this prank with, and deep down, you knew there was no chance you would turn down some time alone with him.
“Fine. I hope you have a really good plan.”
Frank grinned.
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“So, I think I have it figured out,” he said a few minutes later as he was leading you down the hallway by your hand. You were glad that it was so dark that he couldn’t see how much your cheeks were heating up. “Somehow, they made this hallway sorta curved, but only a little bit, so it totally disorients you. And I think at some point, it opens into a maze?”
He stopped abruptly, and let go of your hand. You tried not to be too disappointed.
“Hey, do you feel that?” You heard some rustling, like he was waving his hands around and shuffling closer to the wall. “It feels like a breeze.”
Before you could respond, you heard his palms land on something solid and heavy, and then suddenly, the hallway was filled with the bright afternoon sunlight. You hurried through the previously hidden door after him, not wanting to be discovered. After your eyes had adjusted to the light, you saw that you were in an open area on the side of the building. The wind rustled through the old pine trees, but there wasn’t another soul around besides you and Frank. Towards the back end of the building, you saw some weathered marble slabs that you had the sinking feeling were tombstones.
“Oh shit, check it out!” Frank laughed, ducking down and running alongside the wall.
You followed him through the knee-high grass and peered through the old window with him. On the other side, though dimly lit, were your bandmates and manager. You could see Gerard closest to the window, trying his best to contain his panic. Ray and Brian were up front, in some sort of passionate discussion about… something. Mikey was in the back, expressionless as usual, but you could tell by the tilt of his shoulders that he was, at best, vaguely uncomfortable.
“Okay,” Frank whispered, turning to you. “On three, okay?”
You nodded, trying to keep from laughing.
“1… 2…3!”
You and Frank sprang up from the ground and slammed your palms on the windows, much to the surprise of everyone inside. You could hear Gerard’s scream through the glass.
“Oh my god,” Frank laughed loudly as he rolled in the grass. “Think they could see us?”
“I don’t think so.” You shook your head. “I don’t remember seeing any when I was in the hallway, though they must have been there. Maybe it’s a one-way mirror.”
“Well, that was funny, but not exactly what I had in mind. How do you feel about a little psychological torture?”
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Frank’s plan was pretty impressive, you had to admit. For the next few minutes, you waited patiently until the group passed another window. Based on how long it took them, you had a feeling that Frank’s suspicion about the maze was correct. You waited until they were right in front of the glass, and then you sprang into action.
“GUYS! HELP!” You tried your best to sound as terrified as possible, but it was hard with Frank grinning up at you. It should be illegal for someone to look that good while cackling.
Apparently, your “distress” call stunned them into silence.
“Oh my god,” Mikey whispered, and though it was muffled through the glass, you could tell he was serious. Next to him, Gerard had gone as white as a sheet.
“Where are you? Tell us where you are, we’ll come find you!” Ray called back.
“HELP!” You screamed again.
You could hear Brian and Ray start mumbling and cursing again as the group pushed forward, this time with urgency.
“Oh, god,” you laughed, flopping back onto the grass next to Frank. “That was an excellent idea, oh my god.”
“Yeah, they-”
“I hate to interrupt,” a cold, cutting voice spoke from somewhere above your heads, “but I believe that we were very clear in our introduction that there was only one acceptable entrance and one acceptable exit. I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
You and Frank glanced at each other with wide eyes before staring up into the unamused face of one of the hosts from the lobby.
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“We regret that you couldn’t see more of the tour, and ask that you please refrain from returning. Thank you!” The man turned and walked away from the van. He had followed you and Frankie the entire way back, just to ensure you got the message.
“He did not sound regretful at all,” Frank frowned as he shook the door handle on the van. “Success!” he smiled as it popped open.
You followed him as he climbed into the second row of seats. “That’s the last time I go along with one of your ideas,” you moaned, leaning into his shoulder. “That was humiliating.”
“Hey, you get used to being escorted out after the 50th time,” he smiled, resting his head on top of yours. “I am glad you came with me, though. It’s fun having someone to do that kind of stuff with though.”
You smiled, just enjoying the closeness for a few more moments, before putting it all on the line. “It was fun and all, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have another reason for going.”
“Hm?”
You moved back and turned to face him. “I really like you, Frankie. I know that might be a lot to handle right now, especially with the album coming up, but-”
You were cut off by the sudden realization that Frank was kissing you. It took your mind a few seconds to catch up with your body, but once it did, you jad no intention of stopping.
When you both broke away for air, Frank leaned in to press his forehead to yours. “I like you a lot too, if it wasn’t already obvious. No ifs, ands, or buts about it.”
You laughed, and tilted your face up to continue what you had started. Unfortunately, before you were able to get too far, the doors of the van swung open. You and Frank scrambled to opposite sides of the seats as the rest of the band climbed in. They did not look happy.
“Where were you guys?” Ray was fuming, a rare sight to see. “We turned around and you were gone!”
“Yeah,” Gerard cut in. “You had no idea how scared we were; we kept hearing you screaming and we thought you were hurt!”
“I hope you guys are happy with yourselves because you’ll be the ones cleaning the van at the end of the tour,” Brain muttered, rolling his eyes, much to Frank’s protests.
“I gotta know, though,” Mikey said, leaning over the seat to talk to you. “What the hell were you guys actually doing?”
You caught Frank’s eye and smiled. “Let’s just say it’s a long story.”
A/N: Thanks for reading :) The other endings will be up soon!
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Yuukoku no Moriarty highlights/comments, chapters 4 - 10
Selective, but I tried to include important points. Doesn’t detail the resolutions of the actual heists/crimes. Minor/vague spoilers unmarked, a few more significant spoilers in a separate section at the end.
Chapter 4: The Case of the Noble Kidnapping
Opium, and the military.
Unspecified bad blood between Albert and Moran.
(Maybe Moran being ex-military might be relevant?)
William is kidnapped.
William’s catchphrase really seems to be “I will hand down your punishment!”, more or less.
MI6.
I won’t say more for 2 reasons: 1. I didn’t seriously try to understand all the details (sorry, I’ve misunderstood Albert enough); and 2. The entire plot hinges on one reveal, which I’ll mention below.
Chapter 5: The ‘Noahtic’, Act 1
‘Noahtic’ is the name of a cruise ship.
How William plans to go from Durham’s local hero to London’s Napoleon of Crime, a rough summary:
[interior, Moriarty London residence, a meeting between the Moriarty brothers, and Fred and Moran]
William: ‘The [class] system can’t be changed immediately. But what we can do is plunge London into the depths of hell. Turn it into a city of crime. [...] Crime isn’t the end, it’s the means. The system can’t be changed immediately. But people’s hearts, they change in an instant. People are mobilised by their feelings, you must have understood that from Durham. What hits people the hardest - that’s death. [...] We’ll direct a production and decorate the set to allow death to come to the forefront [...] People’s...the country’s eyes will be opened. [...] The time has come for the curtains to rise. If this ‘play’ on this big stage succeeds, we can accomplish anything.’
Albert: Oh, and I’m in MI6, so I can pull strings.
William: Let’s start by exposing this one Earl’s misdeeds.
(So that’s why these chapter titles use ‘act’ in them. And also probably the/an inspiration for the name ‘William’, as in Shakespeare.)
Holmes and William have a deduction-off on the Noahtic:
Holmes: I deduce you’re a mathematician! I saw you staring at the golden ratio in the staircase!
William points out what Holmes does is technically abduction, then goes on: ‘You play violin, but you aren’t a performer. Moreover, you excel at physical combat. And if I may, you also have an interest in scientific experiments, and are a bit reliant on drugs. It’s obvious you’re an Oxbridge alumnus (!), yet you speak with a cockney accent (!!). That must be because you’re proud of your roots, particularly on your mother’s side (!!!)...am I right?’
Holmes: HAHAHAHA srsly, ur hilarious
(Bless this cockney Holmes.)
Chapter 6: The ‘Noahtic’, Act 2
At the Moriarty London residence:
Moran: ‘Cleaning up after a big operation like this is tough, eh, Fred? Maybe using civilian lives bothers you? But “death is what moves people most”, isn’t it? I'm telling you, if I was Enders’ [the killer on the Noahtic] target instead of that man, I’d have willingly given my life. If William’s plan needed me to sacrifice my life, I’d do it any time. You would, too, right, Fred?’
Fred: ‘............got it.’
(Yeah...Fred Porlock.)
Holmes: 'When you eliminate the [...]' Blah blah, you know the drill.
I didn’t catch if there was a specific reason he was on the cruise, though.
Chapter 7: A Study in ‘S’, Act 1
When you want to avenge your fiancee’s death, who you gonna call?
On the coach ride back from that consultation, Moran offers to kill Holmes "any time", but William turns him down.
(He and ACD canon Moran need to have a chat about killing Holmes...)
Holmes is theatrical and impish, and speaks quite casually.
Mrs Hudson yells at Holmes in the street to pay rent, while he’s carrying a bag of apples, and he tries to give her an apple as ‘payment’. They fight in the street. The public is entertained.
Stamford passes by. Holmes asks to borrow money from him, but he suggests finding a flatmate.
Mrs Hudson rejects three would-be flatmates before Watson shows up.
Watson’s moustache was sacrificed to the bishounen character design cause, sadly.
When Watson first enters 221B, Holmes is ‘dead’.
I present to you:
Goth jewellery Holmes.
That woman is Mrs Hudson (well, Hudson-san). She’s “eternally 17″, according to herself, but “about thrice that”, according to Holmes.
Watson tries to smooth-talk Mrs Hudson when she’s angry at Holmes for meeting her at a seedy pub, instead of a restaurant, to introduce her to Watson. (Spoiler about this at the end.)
She’s not impressed, and thinks he’s some kind of womanizer.
When Mrs Hudson complains about Holmes’ abilities being ‘wasted’, Holmes excuses himself to go to the toilet.
Then Mrs Hudson tells Watson that Holmes worries her a lot, and because he’s like a kid, she doesn’t want him to live with just anyone.
Watson smiles and points out that she worries about him “like family”.
Holmes and Watson team up to beat up the man who harassed and groped Mrs Hudson.
After that, Mrs Hudson gives Watson her approval.
Enoch J. Drebber is an Earl here.
Holmes is arrested because Earl Drebber ‘wrote’ “Sherlock” in blood on the floor of the room he was killed in.
(Because dying messages are totally a thing, eh? [insert Ace Attorney joke here])
Holmes and Watson address each other using given names from the get-go. Just how things work in this manga, apparently. The Yard still address Holmes as ‘Holmes’, though.
Volume 2 omake, a summary
“William’s room / No entry! / Except Lewis”
Lewis wants to help with William’s plans, but William always says it’s fine, Lewis, it’s too dangerous for you.
Internally he’s like: brother, that hurts!
One day, he knocks over William’s diary while cleaning his room.
The angel on his shoulder (yes, this trope is used) is like: reading other people’s diaries is wrong!
The devil is like: at that rate, finding another way to be useful is wrong! and dude, we’re villains!
That’s fair enough, so Lewis reads it.
That night... and the next night, and the next night... he makes stargazy pie for dinner, with increasing numbers of fish.
Because William wrote in his diary that Lewis’ stargazy pie was delicious, and he hoped he would make it again.
Everyone loves it. Except Moran, who yells that he’s sick of it. No one cares.
(But the real question: if the diary isn’t a throwaway plot device, is there any other juicy info in there? Or is it just full of food reviews?)
(I’m not sure which I’d prefer.)
(And it’s not impossible William planted the diary.)
Chapter 8: A Study in ‘S’, Act 2
Meanwhile, in Utah...
Kidding, nobody in this is from Utah. Earl Drebber is from Wales.
Lestrade and Gregson! Lestrade is much more cooperative than Gregson. (Spoiler at the end.)
Watson is quick to trust Holmes and believe in his innocence.
The elaborateness of the crime really brings Holmes back to that Noahtic case...
Baker Street Irregulars!
Fred ninja-jumps up to the rooftops in an alleyway.
Chapter 9: A Study in ‘S’, Act 3
That entire confrontation between Jefferson Hope, Holmes, and Watson is pretty great. (Spoilers at the end.)
Holmes makes a pun on Jefferson Hope’s name.
Holmes: I don’t care about credit, just write “Holmes is amazing!” in your [Watson’s] diary.
It’s published. Holmes is not amused.
Watson: ‘Even when the whole world hates you [Holmes], I alone will be on your side!’
(Gee, that’s not foreboding at all.)
Watson makes Holmes wear The Outfit to meet the press outside 221B. Holmes is not amused.
Holmes passed his ‘audition’ as the ‘main character’ in William’s play, though he doesn’t know it yet...
Chapter 10: The Hunting of the Baskervilles, Act 1
WTF, Sir Charles Baskerville?
He and some other nobles abduct children, then hunt/abuse/mutilate them, like something straight out of Kuroshitsuji. And he has a ‘trophy room’.
I personally don’t find the panels too gory, but stuff does happen on-page.
Moran immediately cancels his plans for the night - i.e., sleeping with one of the women he bragged to at the pub about his new job as a ‘butler’ - so he could accompany Fred to report the Baskerville tip-off to William.
Fred is reluctant to go because it’s late and the abductors come early in the morning, so there might not be time. Moran is like naaah don’t be a coward, let’s run for it, William looks at the big picture, but I know he doesn’t ignore suffering when it’s in front of him.
(Moran backstory, when?)
And about that job - Moran shirks work when Lewis and William aren’t around, and Fred covers for him.
And Moran says though Fred seems distant from William, he and Fred have a special connection to each other.
(Now I can’t help but see Fred’s attitude towards Moran as some kind of rebellious younger brother thing and I cannot wait for backstabbing to happen outside the omake.)
Lewis still wants in on the action, and finally confronts William after Moran gives him a ‘but you’re brothers, tell him how you feel!’ pep talk.
William: oh nooo, I only wanted to protect you, Lewis, but I didn’t consider your feelings, only my ego! From now on, I’ll let you in on the action, too, just like old times!
Other unsolicited comments:
Lady in the vol. 1 colour spread of the Moriarty comrades’ debut album photoshoot: please don’t be Irene Adler, please be someone else, please.
Judging by the page one literal cliffhanger, this won’t be how it goes, but consider: instead of baritsu-ing William over Reichenbach, Holmes shows up late and stabs him with a broken oar. (...This duel.)
William is 24/7 cool, even when he was abducted in chapter 4. The only times he’s really cracked so far were the chapter 1 page one cliffhanger, and his conversation with Lewis in chapter 10. Please crack more, William.
Chapter 4 SPOILER
The kidnapping was planned so Albert could bust some opium smugglers, who were the kidnappers.
Chapter 7 SPOILER
When he went ‘to the toilet’, Holmes gave that man a message ‘from’ Mrs Hudson, to get him to approach her.
‘She’ wrote that she liked a certain kind of role-play...
Because Holmes thought Mrs Hudson would ask Watson to be his flatmate if she saw that he’s a “gentleman brimming with a sense of justice”.
And Watson really is, so he's pissed when Holmes tells him
But his tirade is cut short because the Yard comes.
Chapter 8 SPOILER
Lestrade, who's driving the Yard’s coach (uhh, whatever the right term is), swerves so the doors open and Holmes and Watson can escape. When Gregson demands an explanation, Lestrade claims a cat suddenly jumped onto the path ahead.
Chapter 9 SPOILER
Jefferson Hope asks Holmes to kill him. If he does, Fred, who’s watching from a rooftop, will tell him about the criminal mastermind who advised Hope.
Holmes points his gun at him.
Watson: nooo, there has to be another way! *points his gun at Holmes*
Holmes shoots.
...at the ground.
Holmes: haha what do you take me for? I don’t want to be told the answers. I’ll find them on my own. *handcuffs Hope*
Watson: *tears of joy*
After the Moriarty crew pass the press mob outside 221B, there in response to the news of Hope’s arrest, Lewis says there was a ‘60% chance’ Holmes would have killed Hope.
William says the whole thing was a test of Holmes’ character. The gist of the conversation is that Holmes will be of use in exposing the upper classes’ sins.
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Emerald City has its shortcomings, but one thing I absolutely love about it is that women are given the complete freedom to fail, to succeed, to do nice things, to do really terrible things. Every single one of them.
A brief explanation about why I won’t include Tip: Tip is a very important character, but he is a boy. He was born in a female body, but due to lack of resources, he cannot return to his preferred gender, nor can he pass for it. That is the only reason he presents as feminine. He was raised as a boy, and identifies as one exclusively. So, he’s not here. Although I love him.
Anyway, back to the women and girls.
For one thing, there are a lot, both in the background, and with speaking roles. There are young girls and old women. There are women who stay chaste. There are women who work at a brothel.
Even the minor female characters are given lives, backstories, and relationships. You don’t know the whole story and sometimes they don’t speak, but you get the sense that there is a whole story.
One of the most unorthodox ways Emerald City gets its plot rolling that I’ve never seen to the same extent in any other work of fiction is how significant events happen off-screen. This is generally eschewed in fiction for a very good good reason most of the time. But here it is handled, for the most part, in an ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL way to give agency to all of its characters.
For example: My favorite character Mistress East, the most Merciful and Stern (AND BEAUTIFUL). The very fact that they juxtapose two seemingly contradictory things alludes to this convention of not showing the full picture, and allowing women to have fully rounded characters. We only see the Stern part of Mistress East for the short time she’s on screen. She tortures the main character. And yet, people are so very genuinely affected by her death! The Munja’kin exalt her, and torture Dorothy because they want to bring a murderer to justice. West runs out crying into the street. Her most loyal servant continues to guard the temple after her death. So, that merciful part of her personality must be there. We simply didn’t get to see it.
This juxtaposition is also evident in East’s costume design. She has Florence Kasumba’s shaved head, which is genuinely coded as a masculine trait. See: Furiosa, which works very well for that particular show. But this is not Mad Max. Emerald City threw masculine and feminine coding out the window for East! She has a shaved head, but pairs it with the most impractical, haute couture dress of any character in the show. It’s red and silky with a black feathered collar and beautiful intricate golden gauntlets, and there is not only one twenty-foot train, there are several. Keep in mind that Florence Kasumba could have very easily worn a wig for this role to look more feminine according to “traditional” gender roles, and yet was allowed to keep her hairstyle.
Another way is how they allow all of their characters the potential to do very good things, very bad things, and things the viewer doesn’t quite feel comfortable with. Not to say these characters don’t have defined personalities. But you can’t really guess what a character’s going to do.
Dorothy Gale is mostly a really good person. She is the hero, a woman of color, and by profession a nurse. She fits into that profession quite naturally. She takes care of dogs and children and she loves her adoptive family. But she also steals medicine if her family needs it and cannot get it, for whatever reason. She doesn’t default to hurting or killing people, but she totally will if it means her or them.
Sylvie is mostly a really sweet little girl who very rarely speaks and is mostly carried around by Lucas or looked after by Dorothy or playing with Toto. But after being established as such and getting abducted, Dorothy spends a lot of time trying to rescue her from a couple who tries to abduct her. Our heroine storms into the house, only to find that Sylvie has turned her abductors into stone off-screen.
Mistress West is mostly defined by being a sex and drug addict. She’s not very nice. She shouts at her servants. She ruthlessly discards people once she’s not interested in them anymore. She outright lies to someone. But, well, she still genuinely values honesty outside of it. She’s witty. She is genuinely traumatized by the death of her sisters.
Princess Langwidere, is mostly the strange girl who always wears masks and just buys Jack because she likes him. And then she goes from spoiled, eccentric princess to a terrifyingly shrewd politician when it’s revealed she’s been ruling the kingdom instead of her father for a long time. She busts out that AMAZING speech where she point-blank refuses to help the Wizard because he ignored her kingdom, and she will gladly see Oz burn to the ground. I love floaty eccentric girls. I love hyper-capable women. Princess Langwidere is literally two of my favorite character types IN ONE PERSON.
One character who haunts me is Mombi. As actors, women run into a lot of limitations with their craft because generally, nobody looks pretty when they emote with intensity. And women run into far less opportunities as they age because they also tend to look less pretty. But here is an older woman who is not only given screen-time, but artistic freedom. Spit FLIES OUT OF HER MOUTH when she rages at Dorothy! She is given the power to tackle, strangle, and overpower the younger heroine. And we completely believe that Dorothy will die! Lucas, a fucking 6′3″ soldier, has to stab Mombi in the heart, drag her off, and bash her in the skull before getting Dorothy away to safety. And he still doesn’t kill her! Nope!
Women in Emerald City are just as flawed and detailed and individual and self-serving and selfless and hypocritical as any of the men. I could write an essay about literally every female character, because all of them have done something that directly affects the plot. I may not like all of the characters, and they might not all have the same amount of screen time, but every single one of them has agency and relevance, and that is the level of equality this industry needs.
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My First Venture Into World of Blogging
Am I ashamed to be Indian?
Lost in thoughts and lamented by the events that are taking place in Kashmir and U.P (Unnao), I thought I will write something and vent out my feeling about the on going crisis. But, on a second thought, do I really want to venture into blogging world writing about such terrible events? However, keeping my personnel preference aside, I still want to show my support to the victims of such heinous crime. I cannot even imagine the ordeal that the surviving family members of these victim are put through at present and for many years to come.
To give some synopsis, in Unnao a teenage girl and her family have made multiple failed attempts to register an abduction and rape case against the sitting MLA, who belongs to the ruling party. It’s been an year and still the accused roam around freely. The victims father was forced to revoke the case, beaten by police succumbed to dead in the hospital because of perforated colons.
Asifa is an 8 year old innocent nomadic tribal angel who has gone out to watch over the grazing horse. Little she knew about what is awaiting her. She was abducted, tethered (in a temple of worship), starved, raped and finally beaten with stone twice on her head, before which she was raped one final time by her abductors. Here body was found a week later in the forest.
In India a women is raped every 15 minutes. So there ought to be protests (like the ongoing ones) every day. There should be candle march’s attended by luminaries and opposition party leaders every night. But that doesn’t seems to be case. I am perplexed. What is so distinct about these victims that we stand in support off. Is the pain and ordeal that the other rape victims and their families go through any less? Or in Asifa’s case, is it because the lawyers hindered the filing of a FIR in Jammu High Court against the accused? Or in Unnao case, is it because the accused, the ruling party MLA, was not incarcerated?
I personally believe that the outrage is because of the apathy shown by the current ruling government. First, they were late to react and reach out to the victims families. Second, the statement issued by our PM, after huge public outcry, is vague.
I am an Indian, staying in US for past 12 years. I never got a chance to vote. So does that mean I am apolitical? Did I loose my right to voice over my concerns about the ongoing crisis in India? I don’t think our constitution and my consciousness forbids me from doing so.
Yes, I may be politically naive and might not know all the intricacies of politics. But, I am HUMAN. I am pained, deeply. I am just disgusted the way my favorite 3 leaders in the current ruling party responded or may not have even responded.
To the Foreign Minister, Sushma Swaraj mam,
You are the first female politician I ever saw speaking in parliament. It was such an awe and respect that I have for your oratory skills. Couldn’t you have picked up couple of Hindi words from you vocabulary to show some sympathy for these victims? I guess you are too busy looking into safeguarding overseas Indians and completely lost track of what is happening within the boarders.
To Smriti Irani,
When I first read about you and your career in TV soap opera and your entry into politics, I was like here comes another popular face on TV switching the career from TV to politics. I was sure you would make your self look dumb. But, I was wrong mam, you proved all of us wrong (and we were dumbstroke) by the way you handled HRD ministry. Hats off. Your aggression during Nirbya’s rape case was noteworthy. But, what happened to all the aggression now? May be you are getting old and like other senior citizens you want the law to take its own course.
To my dear PM,
Note ban, beef ban and now justice banned? I think you are too busy browsing through the selfies that you have taken with other country leaders; Please take a look at the Asifa’s picture once and tell me if your heart doesn’t shrill.
Mitroooo (like our dear PM likes to address us), I am not ashamed being an Indian. I am just ashamed of the government we elected, those who are in power and deliver us no justice.
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Is the threat any less powerful and successful when it a spiritual threat as apposed to a physical one?
Rev. Moon was fond of this threat, often screaming it at us during speeches at his Belvedere Estate in Upstate NY. "If you fall, or leave the church, then after you die your future descendants will go to your grave, dig up you bones and crush them into dust." Or this one, "If you fall or leave the church, God cannot protect you. Satan will invade you and your descendants. Satan will torture and punish you and your descendants for generations."
We bought into that and most people I knew spread it around in hushed fearful whispers whenever they heard that someone fell or left the church.
I know a beautiful soul named Steve. Steve was a kind, gentle person. He really loved God and people and wanted to make the world a better place. He met and joined the church. But it proved to be too cold and heartless for him so after a few years he left. He told me years later that after he left he kept waiting for his indemnity to catch up to him. He was constantly fearful that he would duffer some horrific fate because he left and married outside the church.
I bet many people stayed because of that same fear of indemnity or what ordinary folks would call punishment.
Powerful shit isn't it?
Here's a horrific story of how fear can make us slaves.
Exclusive: Woman Imprisoned in Coffin for 7 Years Has Special Message for Jaycee Dugard Comment Share Tweet Stumble Email Story contributed by Paul LaRosa, a 48 Hours Mystery producer. NEW YORK (CBS) Whenever I hear about a story like Jaycee Lee Dugard's – kidnapped at age 11 and held captive for 18 years, bearing two children with her kidnapper – I inevitably think of Colleen Stan because if anyone knows what Jaycee went through and is about to go through, it's Colleen. Colleen is not as well-known as Elizabeth Smart or Patty Hearst but, if anything, her story is even more incredible. Everyone wants to know why someone like Jaycee or Elizabeth or Patty, all of whom had some apparent freedom, did not flee their kidnappers. Well, Colleen can tell them why. Her story is horrible but instructive. I met Colleen in 2003 when Elizabeth Smart was found alive, and I've never been able to stop thinking about her. Colleen was held by a husband and wife for seven years as a slave for sex and just about anything else the couple desired but here's the kicker – for much of that time, she lived in a coffin-sized box underneath the couple's bed!! A book was written about Colleen by a prosecutor in the case and its title fittingly is "Perfect Victim." When I met Colleen, she seemed well-adjusted. She came to the interview with her daughter, a young woman, and then calmly but articulately spun out her incredible tale. Colleen was a 20-year-old hitchhiker in 1977 when she was picked up by a young couple with a child in the back seat of their car. What could be safer, she thought? But the husband, Cameron Hooker, was a sexual sadist who took Colleen to the family's isolated trailer and raped her. The abuse got worse and worse. "He liked to whip me with whips," she told CBS News. "He had electro-shocked me. He had burned me. He had done many things." (CBS) Photo: Colleen Stan's 20th birthday. She was abducted soon after. Hooker renamed Colleen "K" and constructed a coffin-sized box with holes in it and instructed her to climb in. He then shoved the box under the couple's bed every night and kept her as his slave for the next 7 years. Colleen felt she had no control of anything. She said he told her, "I'm in control and Colleen no longer exists. You are now K. You are my slave." Hooker wrote up a contract for Colleen that "basically said that he owned me body and soul." At one point, Hooker handed Colleen a gun. "I didn't know if it was loaded or not and he told me 'this is to see if you'll do what I say,' and he told me to put the gun in my mouth and pull the trigger, and I did," she said. Everything about this story is shocking and you might think that Colleen would do anything in her power to escape, and that is where her story intersects with Jaycee's because people who are totally under someone else's control – even given the opportunity to escape – do not. The brainwashing is complete. We as free individuals cannot understand it because we've never been in their situation. Some 3 1/2 years into Colleen's captivity – living in a box, being raped repeatedly – her abductor Cameron Hooker took her home for a visit with her family and left them with her overnight. She never said a word about what was going on with Hooker, and in fact went back with him the next day to live in the box again for another 3 ½ years. CBS News Correspondent Peter Van Sant was incredulous: "Why then didn't you tell them 'I've been kidnapped, tortured?' Why didn't you pick up the phone and call the police and say, 'Get here immediately. I need your help, I need your protection?'" (CBS) Colleen Stan at age 29, shortly after she was released. Colleen explained that Hooker had warned her that, if she said a word about what was going on, his "men" would storm into the house and kill her parents and her and anyone inside the instant she opened her mouth. "Because of the threats that people would come right in the house and people would be hurt," she told Van Sant. "And you believed him?" "Yes, I did." Hooker's control over Colleen was that complete. She went back to the box, and it was only because of Hooker's wife that she was eventually rescued. Hooker's wife went to the authorities at the behest of her minister. Hooker was eventually tried and sentenced to life in prison. His wife was never prosecuted under the theory that she too was abused and scared to death of her husband. Photos: The Search For Jaycee Photos: Jaycee Lee Dugard Found Alive Photos: Inside Jaycee's Terror Tent Colleen recovered after years of therapy. She is now an office manager in Northern California. I caught up with her Monday and asked her about Jaycee Dugard. Colleen said she'd been trying with no luck to get in touch with Jaycee's mother, and had met her mother on a talk show some years ago. Colleen was of course concerned about Jaycee's state of mind. "I read that she felt guilty but she should not feel that way," Collen said. "You can't be with someone 18 years and not have an attachment. I hope I get the opportunity to talk to her and tell her she did nothing wrong. She did everything right. She's alive. "I want to work with these women (Jaycee, her mother and her daughters) and help them readjust," Colleen said. "It is not easy. After being away from the world for 7 1/2 years and all of a sudden you're thrown back in the world and it's hard, very overwhelming. My heart just goes out to these women who come out of these situations. It's hard to adjust to your family situation." (CBS) Photo: Colleen Stan today. What most shocked Colleen when she came out of captivity was something you might not expect. She was surprised at how ungrateful everyone was. "I was shocked," she said. "People had nice jobs and houses and had plenty but they seemed so unhappy. They wanted more. I was coming out of a situation where I had nothing, and being exposed to these people who had so much and were unappreciative of it and complaining, I thought 'My God why don't they see how blessed they are?' "It was overwhelming at first that people don't take advantage of what they have. All I came home with were the clothes on my back. I had nothing. I was blessed with family and friends. She received therapy from Doctor Christopher Hatcher from San Francisco, who has since died. Colleen considers him her savior. "He helped me to understand that I didn't do anything wrong. I did everything right. People will ask you why you didn't do this or that and they don't know. They were not in that situation. "I had a lot of support from my family but they didn't know what to tell me so Dr. Hatcher helped me understand that people in this situation switch to survival mode. You have to do what you have to do and say to get through this situation and you shut down your emotions. I had to learn how to turn those emotions back on. "I would like Jaycee to understand that (her recovery) will not happen overnight. She'll carry around guilt, shame, anger and it will take years. I never got angry until long after (Cameron Hooker) was arrested. I did not feel safe until he was convicted because I was still afraid he would get off. "It's perfectly normal to go through these emotions." I asked her the question everyone always wants to know: why didn't you escape when you had the chance? "People don't understand all the threats made against me, my family. There's a lot more to it than just walking away. When you're sexually abused, these things solidify the fact that if you don't do what I say, I can take your life. I thought, 'What if he catches me when I try to escape?' It wasn't like I never thought about these things. I did but I never felt safe to act out on them until his wife came to me and said, 'We have to get out of here.'" Colleen is 52 years old now, and on August 9th, she celebrated the 25th anniversary of the day she was set free, enjoying a cake and celebration with her recovery group. The cake, she said, was as sweet as life is now.
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