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puriette · 2 years

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AND,,, here are the big list of names that we have (there's so many so there might be repeating ones but here you go <3): scooter, brick, casper, jack, crew, casey, arcade, alistair, billiards, landline, elias, silas, adrian, link, valentine, august, beau, marlow, francis, sardonyx, marion, laurence, blip, shutter, pierrot, wake, jamie, angel, piper, harley, paris, caspian, reverend, percival, reagan, nocturn, oracle, augury, helix, gabe, galileo, gale, geo, gyro, gizmo, orion, scorpius, canis, cygnus, corvus, draco, leo, perseus, hydra, betelgeuse, felis, apollyon, puffin, portia, valerian, florian, snapdragon, longhorn, cicada, juliet, toad, cricket, pretzel, chalcedony, carcass, bastion, catacomb, carrion, hunter's moon, ouzel, blackbird, pallid, plenilune, varmint, viol, orchid, mantis, eventide, armory , zealot, lacrimosa, argos, camisado, versailles, alexander, apollo, alcinder, august, elias, julius/jules, knight, valor, leonidas, lionel, pheonix, roman, titus, victor, percival, raegan, carnival, pierrot, dallas, crew, fin, august, val/valentine, jace, orca, gale, sam, squid, leif, sage, caspian, ajax, otto, april, alva, scout, quinn, briar, chalcedony, carcass, otis, bastion, catacomb, carrion, hunter's moon, ouzel, blackbird, pallid, plenilune, varmint, viol, orchid, mantis, eventide, armory, zealot, lacrimosa, argos, camisado, versailles, galileo, gambit, billiards, polybius, arcade, dallas, paris, rome, cable, crew, roo, alois, alastair, caspian, orca, adrian, anchor, dune, crew, erasmus, galiot, heron, landline, twain, gamecube, mechanism, sweepstakes, sundial, archibald, jello, circle, adobe, orwell, pompeii, andromeda, hailey, sirius, stardust, satellite, solar flare, sunspot, waning, titan, keiper, rover, orbit, dipper, ursa, hercules, constellation, belt, rings of fire, red storm, fog, crypt, cloud, frost, hail, daze, dream, drowze, haze, solar, nova, moon, moonwake, floral, rustle, clover, aesthete, splash, poe, bard, stanza, accius, byron, dante, edgar, virgil, wilde, verse, ballad, sonnet, anaphora, lyric, muse, amadeus, tybalt, eldric, alois, beryl, elliot, jasper, sawyer, oslo, raegan, ronan, casper, boris, bruno, chess, arcade, randy, drew, max, landline, browser, mug, cappucino (cino), tulip, mortimer, wilfred, barnaby, sonny, monty, colton, sawyer, cooper, landon, finn, cody, hayden, ashton, miles, arlo, jasper, oscar, ezra, milo, everett, rhys, silas, soren, beckett, river, felix, theo, elliot, william, bowie, baxtor, jax, jay, kaz, magic, alphie, millie, valerie, versailles, paris, jackie, rue, rose, fiore, callie, oliver, francis, charlie, jamie, reese, landline, battery (or battery acid), keyboard, gravel, vault, raegan, nemesis, jasper, sylvester, mars, calamity, valentine, francis , paris, charlie , sticker, pretzel, puffin, junction, chalcedony, dial, cuckoo, alastor, static, livewire, rex, eva, sandie, bouncer, florida, salem, asterisk, lucielle, luminare, cassandra, casanova, alastor, arwen, casimir, dorian, kato, cato, morrigan, basil, anise, cassia, ellis, lennon, xephrys, phineas, theon, castiel, edmond, eldrich, aero, genevieve, gwenivere, aislinn, cordelia, gaia, hera, elsa, ada, ezra, gale, gael, beau, alfred, ackerly, otto, otis, augustine, doris, iris, ida, esther, josephine, alma, beatrix, elsie, effie, alistair, leon, percival, gilbert, atlas, auden, audin, adonis, maynard, hadrian, celia, maude, maudie, rumble, ranger, alistair, aristocracy, delegate, podium, loverboy, cupid’s arrow, lovesick, lovestruck, painted hearts, rose, jaime, reid, rodney, gregg, fang, jock, laurens, pierre, cinn, markus, xander, zane, chartreuse, bumples, RGB, chroma key, the pencil of the earth, palooza, puppet pin, prelude, sizzle, breakfast, clearance, bozo, plasticine, megara, ophelia, delaney, vincent, melinda, seren, cassiopia, darling, griffyn

#every farewell sets me on fire ; random #hoards #name hoard

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openheart12 · 3 years

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Mask of Death

A/N: I’ve been working on this fic for months so I hope you all enjoy I was so nervous to post lol

Thank you as always to @rigatonireid for pre-reading!! ❤️

Summary: Reader is kidnapped and of course, Spencer is there to save the day.

Warnings: mention of blood, kidnapping, implied torture, yk normal CM stuff lol

Word Count: 2,087

You had been working at the BAU for the past four years and since starting there, you had made lifelong friends. Emily, Aaron, David, Penelope, Derek and JJ were the best friends you could’ve asked for. Then there was Spencer. Spencer Reid who had become your closest friend and who you had caught feelings for almost immediately. Always wondering if he felt the same way as you did for him, but that was wishful thinking and you knew it.

The rare freetime that the team got was mostly spent together like having dinner at Rossi’s or going to the park with Henry and Jack. You and Spencer would always be glued to each other's sides and it didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the team. They would make jokes to which you and Spencer would just blush while trying to change the topic away from you two.

When you had finally worked up enough courage to tell Spencer how you felt, you were shocked and relieved to find out he felt the same way. Your relationship could’ve been a liability so together, the two of you told Aaron who was behind ecstatic for you. You figured it had something to do with him losing his own wife, but you hadn’t been at the BAU for that.

Flash forward to the present, the team had been called to Rock Springs, Wyoming after a series of murders had taken place over the course of a month. The unsub held them captive for three days, torturing them before dumping their bodies into the Flaming Gorge Reservoir.

“Wheels up in thirty,” you heard Hotch say after he finished the debriefing, bringing you out of your thoughts.

It was a pretty standard unsub, traumatic childhood, white male in his early twenties or thirties, but as the case went on, it was anything but standard.

Of course you and Spencer sat next to each other on the plane, your hands interlaced throughout the whole flight. He was reading a new book you had gotten him from Christmas while you and Emily were talking about her and JJ’s upcoming wedding plans. The two had been dating for a couple years before Emily asked the big question.

You and Spencer went to check out the last known address of Walter Williams after landing in Wyoming. It wasn’t often that the two of you were teamed up together.

Arriving at a house in the middle of nowhere, you and Spencer walked up to the front door and knocked with no answer. You checked the back door while Spencer went to check a barn in the backyard. It was only for a minute and the next thing you know you woke up in a basement with your arms tied behind your back and your legs tied to a chair. You felt liquid trickle down the side of your head and assumed it was blood. You winced from the lights and they were dim so you probably had a concussion.

Your thoughts quickly wandered over to Spencer wondering if he was okay or not because you didn’t know what had happened, but before you could think of anything else, a man with sandy blonde hair and was about average height, walking into the room, a gun in hand.

“Y/N…” he smiled wickedly at you and the fact that he knew your name, sent a shiver down your spine. Something was definitely not right. “How is Spencer doing? Your four year anniversary is coming up, isn’t it?” He smirked at seeing your fear, you tried to keep your face straight, but miserably failed. “Cat got your tongue? Oh sorry, I forgot you’re allergic to them.”

“Who are you?” You finally managed to ask.

“You don’t remember me?” You shook your head no so he continued, “you probably remember my daughter, Anna, who was murdered the year before last. You promised me you would find her killer and I’ve been following you and not once did you ever look into her case again.”

Suddenly, you remembered the little girl, the one who still haunts your dreams from the brutality of her murder. You had looked into her case afterwards, but there were other little girls out there who needed you and the team. It was a hard decision, but you had to move on at the time.

“Mr. Williams...I promise you we tried everything we could, followed up on every lead we had, but we didn’t have any evidence and those are the hardest cases to solve.” You thought maybe reasoning with him would help, but it only angered him further.

“So that’s all she was to you? Just another case to be solved?” He scoffed, “that was my baby and I lost her and you didn’t do a damn thing.” He took a step closer to you, “well, you know what this means for you, don’t you?” He gave you a smile that made goosebumps erupt across your body. You in fact, know what this meant for you. If he stuck to his patterns that was.

“Revenge isn’t going to bring Anna back.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” You watched as he put his gun in the holster on his hip and traded it for a knife. You could tell he enjoyed the fear he provoked from you and it only edged him on. He ever so lightly ran the knife down your cheek to your neck and back up. “You know, this is the exact thing my Anna went through that night.”

You thought back to the details of the recent strings of murders that had the same M.O. as his daughters and didn’t know how you couldn’t piece it together. You tried to push the images of Anna out of your head all the time, Hotch had even brought up the idea of therapy to you afterwards and you took it.

“They’re going to find me,” you said confidently to which he just laughed. “She’s better off without you,” you shot back causing him to stop laughing and then everything went black.

You awoke some time later, you had no idea how long you were out. Minutes, hours, it all felt the same. Something in front of you had caught your eye, there was a video recorder with the red light blinking meaning it was on and you had no idea who was watching.

“Spence…” you called out softly. No answer. Your head was pounding now and the lights were making it worse. You jumped after hearing the door open and Walter walking back in.

“If you say shit like that again, it’ll be the last thing you do,” he warned and you weakly nodded your head. “Now where were we?” He glanced back at the camera and grinned. “Enjoy the show, Spencer Reid.” That caught your attention and your eyes widened in horror.

“Please, don’t do this,” you pleaded, but he got his knife out and went straight to you. After he was done, he left you in a bloody mess. The amount of blood you were losing wasn’t good and you began to feel lightheaded. You hoped, prayed that they would find you soon because your body was quickly beginning to give up. Walter repeated the process every hour, making you lose more and more blood. You had to stay strong for Spencer and your friends.

“FBI!” You heard and you felt hopeful for a split second, but that quickly vanished when you felt the cool metal of a gun pressed against your temple. The agents and officers poured into the dimly lit room, your eyes immediately going to Spencer’s. His eyes were full of fear...and something more that you couldn’t decipher. You tore your eyes away from him, taking in the faces of Hotch, Prentiss, Rossi, Jareau and Morgan. A flash of pink through the door caught your eye and you couldn’t help the small smile that passed over your face. Garcia had stayed back in Quantico as usual, but the news of your kidnapping had brought her to Wyoming. It warmed your heart to know that your friends cared so much about you and if you were to die, at least you would be surrounded by the people you loved the most.

“Let her go and we can help you,” you heard Hotch’s voice, but Walter’s grip on you tightened. You tried to meet Hotch’s eyes, to try to tell him that your life wasn’t more important than the other two girls who were still missing. They had family waiting for them and Spencer would be fine without you...right?

Hotch lowered his gun, the other agents following suit. “You don’t want to do this, let her go and we can talk. We can tell them you cooperated with us or make a deal with you, but in order for that to happen, you have to let her go,” he said in a calm, unwavering voice.

“Tell them where the other girls are and you can do whatever you want to me,” you said loud enough for only him to hear you.

“I’ll take you up on that offer, Pretty Girl,” he whispered in your ear causing you to shiver at the nickname that only Spencer or Derek would call you.

Hotch took a slow, tentative step forward making Walter return his attention back to him. “Step any closer and that’s it,” he harshly pulled you back, a whimper leaving your lips at the force. You saw Spencer’s eyes that had considerably darkened and in the three years you two had dated, you had never seen him this angry. He was always able to compose himself, but when it came to you? The man lost his ability to think straight and not to mention, that this was your first time being held hostage.

“Let her go.” Spencer tried this time.

“Wouldn’t you like that, Pretty Boy?” You could tell that was when Spencer realized who he was.

“You’re Anna’s father,” he stated. Spencer knew how much her case had affected you. “She wouldn’t want you to do this, Walter. She was nine years old and what happened to her was a tragedy, but you are torturing her closest friends right now merely for the fact that they’re alive and she’s not. Y/N, she worked tirelessly on your daughter’s case day after day and I know this because I was helping her. We hadn’t given up, but we were stuck and there were other cases that needed our attention. So I’m asking, for the sake of your daughter’s memory, let Y/N go and we can talk this out.”

You felt his grip on you loosen enough that you were able to get free and ran straight into Spencer’s arms. A shot rang out and you didn’t know where it came from. Spencer grasped your face with his hands, gently, to avoid hurting you further. “Are you okay?”

“B-better now,” you gave him a small smile, but you slowly felt yourself losing consciousness.

“I need an ambulance!” Spencer shouted out, cradling your bloodied body in his arms as he gently lowered you to the ground.

The soft murmuring of the hospital machines was enough to make you stir. Your entire body ached and your head was pounding and there was a weight on your stomach. When you opened your eyes, you saw Spencer with his head on your stomach with his eyes closed. A smile made its way onto your mouth and you softly ran your fingers through his hair, ignoring the pain it caused. You were just glad to be here with him without a gun pointed to your head. The gesture was enough to wake him up and he quickly moved off of you.

“Y/N…” you saw tears pricking his eyes and you felt your own start to water.

“Spence, I’m right here,” you patted the space next to you and as carefully as he could, he got into the bed with you and wrapped an arm around you protectively.

“God, I love you. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I love you so much.” Time passed and eventually the doctor came to check on you and was letting you go home as long as you had someone to be there for you and you did, you would always have Spencer in your corner no matter what.

“Come on, let’s go home,” he smiled at you and you matched it.

“Let’s go home,” you repeated.

#criminal minds fanfic #spencer x y/n #spencer x reader #spencer reid x reader #Spencer Reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction

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megaera-of-pigeon · 4 years

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Imagine...

(This is Castaway Honeymoon: Extreme Island Survival Part 2. Implied Brainwashing/Mind Control

You’ve chosen Shade as your Castaway Honeymoon: Extreme Island Survival spouse. The pair of you are taken via motorboat to a remote beach location and left to fend for yourselves with a crate of limited supplies and not an inch of common ground between you newlyweds. Jeff Probst tells you viewers are pleased with your choice of the strong, silent type. Turns out, Shade is the really silent type. Even after a whole night alone together on the island, he has yet to utter one word or even move from the spot he’d gone to after stepping off the boat.

You do discover something else about him, though. While trying to set up your shelter, you initially ask him for help, and he ignores you each time. Finally you get fed up with him standing in the middle of the beach and staring into the distance while you struggle to drag branches along the sandy ground, so you snap out a direct order: “Shade, come help me with this log!”

To your surprise, he immediately jumps at your command and comes to pick up the log. He’s strong enough that he’s able to lift it from your hands and hold it off the ground entirely. You’re flabbergasted; he’s not so much as twitched at the sound of your voice since you two arrived, and here he is, instantly following an order?

You try again. “Shade, put the log down over there,” you say, pointing to where you’ve started the shelter. He immediately complies again. You decide to see how long this will keep up; you continue giving him directions, and he continues to follow them without question or hesitation. He moves like a robot. After some trial and error, you figure out that any time you phrase your orders as a question, he ignores you, but a command will get him to cooperate right away.

That night, as you sit in your perfectly constructed shelter that you hardly had to help with at all, you realize that you’re going to have to keep the power from going to your head. You decide that you should figure out what Shade himself wants...

“Shade, talk to me,” you say, thinking that you hadn’t tried that route to starting conversation yet.

“What. Should. I. Say.” he responds in a flat monotone.

“Tell me how you feel,” you insist, pleased to have a response.

“I. Feel. Nothing.”

“Oh.”

You try various iterations of the command/question, but the result is the same; by his own declaration, Shade has no emotions. You are married to a robot and stuck on a deserted island with him.

Well, life could be worse. As long as you give Shade careful orders, he turns out to be extremely good at jungle beach survival skills. Within a few days, you have a wonderfully constructed shelter, a reliable source of fire and plenty of wood to fuel it, and what is shaping up to be a sizable stockpile of food that will have the pair of you eating like royalty. You feel a tad guilty since you’re enjoying this all without lifting a finger to help Shade, but he’s so strong, fast, and agile that you reason you would only be getting in the way if you tried to help.

But this game isn’t supposed to be easy! Three days after you and Shade are dropped off, you wake up to see a column of dark, ominous smoke rising in the distance. The two o you are not alone anymore; your enemies have been dropped off on their own side of the island.

Well, better have Shade start to focus on building a good defense; you find him tending the fire as you’d last ordered and give him a brief rundown of your plan. First, he needs to find a lot of sticks and sharpen them into deadly points. For him, the task shouldn’t take more than half the morning. He goes off to do his job, and you go to take care of your empty stomach with breakfast.

Just as you’re sitting down to your plate of grilled fish, you hear a loud scream from the jungle. You throw your food aside and dash towards the sound. Shade’s all-black outfit is easy to spot through the foliage, so you’re at his side in no time.

“Shade! Shade, what’s wrong, are you hurt? Tell me if you’re hurt!”

He’s rubbing the back of his head and frowning, which is the most expressive you’ve ever seen him. When he replies, you’re shocked to hear it’s no longer in his dull monotone. But you’re even more shocked by what he says:

“Shade? Wh’s Shade? My name’s Flynn! Who are you, why are we in the jungle, and why the fuck am I wearing all black in this heat?”

You frown. “Shade? I don’t understand, what’s gotten into you? have you forgotten that we got married? We’re competing in a game show--”

“Married? To you? I don’t think so! I didn’t agree to this!”

“I mean, we’re not ‘married’ married,” you quickly reassure him. “We’re just teamed up to win the $100 iTunes gift card. Whether or not we fall in love along the way is up to us, and also the audience so long as they respond to the Twitter polls.”

“This is insane! I didn’t sign up for any of this! I don’t know you, where’s Orlando?”

“Uh. Ok, I’ll show you.” Shade, Flynn, whoever this is, seems very distressed about the situation. But at least you can help him orient himself, given that your boat had launched from a dock in Florida.

You lead him out to the beach and point in the direction you’d arrived from. “Orlando should be that way, somewhere. It was only an hour on the boat, so we can’t be too far from the coast--hey, wait! Where are you going!”

Shade starts sprinting towards the shore. He flings off his dark heavy coat and his black shirt to reveal a blindingly pale chest that nearly blinds you as it reflects the sunlight. Before you can really appreciate his finely sculpted form, he plunges himself into the water.

“I’m coming Orlando!” You hear him scream as he starts swimming away from the island.

“Hey, wait, come back!” You call, jogging after him. But it’s no use; by the time you reach the edge of the beach, he’s too far away to year you. “Shade! Please, you’ll drown!” You cry out.

“I wouldn’t worry about it,” a cold voice says form behind you. You spin around to see none other than Nidhogg, Gray Rave, and Reid standing on the line where the jungle meets the beach. Your three rejected spouses--you gulp.

“The network will fish him out before he gets too far. A contestant drowning would be terrible for the ratings,” Reid explains, smirking at you.

“His abandonment of the island does mean he’s disqualified though,” Gray Raven adds.

“Which brings your team down to, oh that’s right, just you,” Nidhogg sneers. There’s something sinister in his eyes that sends a shiver down your spine, despite it being a hot muggy day on the desert island.

“Little old you against the three of us,” he continues, his tone mocking. “I wonder just how long you can last.”

The three of them all chuckle evilly and then turn and walk away, quickly disappearing into the trees. As you watch them leave, you shudder in fear.

Somehow, you’re starting to think it won’t be very easy to win that iTunes gift card.

#cursed imagines #night order #shade #nidhogg #gray raven #reid #the people have spoken and I was not surprised by what they said lol #thanks Rev for making me the edit!!

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safflowerseason · 4 years

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i am glad the one thing entirety of the oc fandom has realised is jimmy cooper is the fucking worst and literal garbage! seth is high key ~problematic but *sigh* adam brody. good looks and humour go a long way....

Okay, my thing with Jimmy is that he is obviously the worst but I also in my dark heart of hearts ship Jimmy and Julie. I KNOW, THIS IS AWFUL. But they have this no bullshit, spiky chemistry around each other that I kind of enjoy. They never have to pretend around each other. Jimmy sees right through Julie, and she actually pushes him to be better. To be clear, Julie Cooper is a feminist icon and one billion percent better than Jimmy Cooper. He obviously ruins his final shot with her in S3. Jimmy! You could have had it all! At least Seth sort of gets his shit together, emotionally.

It’s hilarious how the Kirsten/Jimmy relationship is supposed to be this big thing in the first few episodes of the series, but the writers quickly figured out that Jimmy wasn’t nearly as compelling as they thought (like, in no sane universe does anyone have an affair with Jimmy Cooper if your husband is SANDY COHEN, HUMAN DREAMBOAT.)

As for Adam Brody, someone should clone his DNA along with George Clooney and Reid Scott so we can figure out what magical gene they all share that makes them hotter the older they get.

#the oc

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infinitediscs · 5 years

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Team Infinite Discs 2019

Infinite Discs is pleased to have so many returning members as well as many new members for the 2019 season. Some notable additions include: Dave Feldburg, Joel Freeman with Garrett Gurthie and Jessica Weese returning for another year. It seems that 2019 will be a great year for Team Infinite!

Here is list of our team members and links to their Infinite profiles:

Team Manager: Kesler Martin

Assistant Manager: Cody Simmons

Aaron Wilmot – Winthrop, Maine Adam helpingstine – Lander, Wyoming Adam McJunkin – Columbia, South Carolina Al Hobbs – Wilmington, North Carolina Alan Cooper – Plymouth , Iowa Alec Falzone – Huntsville, Alabama Alex Sakash – Medfield, Massachusetts Alex Tews – Appleton, Wisconsin Alic Shorey – Gardiner, Maine Allen Bassett – Albuquerque, New Mexico Allison Haggett – Portland, Maine Andrew Belet – Fountain, Colorado Anthony LaMonica – Roscoe, Illinois Bobby Hughes – Cincinnati, Ohio Brandon Brown – Liberty Hill, Texas Bryan Newport – Collinsville, Oklahoma Cameron Beck – Westerville, Ohio Carter Hatch – Salt Lake City, Utah Casey Kemmerer – Idaho Falls, Idaho Casey Lee – Charleston SC Chris Blanchard – Idaho Falls, Idaho Christopher Miller – Spring, Texas Cody Simmons – Orem, Utah Colby Christophersen – North Ogden, Utah Cooper Siebers – Rexburg, Idaho Dallin Blanchard – Idaho Falls, Idaho Dalton Burrup – Pocatello, Idaho Dan Snyder – Randolph, Massachusetts Dave Feldberg – Eatonton, Georgia David Bernfeld – Alexandria, Virginia David Tucker – Cypress, California Dillon-Joe Richter – West Valley, Utah DW Hass – Menlo, Georgia Dylan Nuetzi – Gainesville, Forida Eric Hughes – Seattle, Washington Erik Rasmussen – Shreveport, Louisiana Forrester Wilson – Amherst, Massachusetts Garrett Gurthie – Gainesville, Forida Holly Saugling – Quakertown, Pennsylvania Jack ‘Tupp’ Trageser – Felton, California Jacob Byrd – Randleman, North Carolina Jared Henschel – The Woodlands, Texas Jason Connatser – Merfreesboro, Tennessee Jessica Weese – Grass Valley, California Jody Dixon – Vancouver, Washington Joel Freeman – Loveland, Colorado Jonathan Berger – Austin, Texas Jonathan Grimes – Broken Arrow, Oklahoma Jordan Infield – Williamsburg, Kentucky Jordan Miller – Pocatello, Idaho Jordan Parks – Kentwood, Michigan Jory Reid – Hood River, Oregon Joshua Martin – Broomfield, Colorado Justin Bilodeau – Ogden, Utah Keith Miskell – Montgomery, Alabama Keller Mathis – Bowling Green, Ohio Kesler Martin – Eden, Utah Kevan Greunke – St. Petersburg, Forida Koy Blanchard – Rigby, Idaho Markus Mika – Onalaska, Wisconsin Matt Hester – Central, South Carolina Matt White – Clearwater Florida Michael Hughett – Zanesville, Ohio Mike Brown – Highlands Ranch, Colorado Mitchell Rainey – Ames, Iowa Nick DesBouillons – Colorado Springs, Colorado Nick Lopez – Sandy Utah Nicole Dionisio- S. Portland Maine Paul Koebke Barsic – Madison, Wisconsin Richard Alexander – Langley, Washington Robby Harris – Tupelo, Mississippi Robert Hansen – Normal, Illinois Robert Tripp – Nibley, Utah Rodney Tripp – Nibley, Utah Ryan Blankenship – Grimes, Iowa Ryan Flahive – Santa Fe, New Mexico Sean Sandifer – Wichita, Kansas Seth Dey – Eagle Mountain, Utah Shannon Berryhill – Kankakee, Illinois Taylor Coulam – Vancouver, Washington Tim Matchulat – Cedarburg, Wisconsin Todd Springer – Stamford, Connecticut Travis Dunnell – Farmington, Minnesota Tricia Lafferty – Hawk Run, Pennsylvania Troy Rugger – Independence, Iowa

Team Infinite Discs 2019 was originally published on Team Infinite

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bookofmac · 1 year

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i really do love how class of 07 does to their token american what americans/hollywood do to their token 'aussie'

#class of 07 #class of '07 #Sandy is just there to cause problems on Purpose and have an accent #sandy cooper-reid #cassandra cooper-reid #like it's just very funny and i think it goes along with the other parts of the media the show pokes fun at #(i think about chuck hanson from pacific rim's accent and while i love the movie mr del toro why didnt you cast an aussie???)

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frootlooppoptarts · 2 months

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the origins of dr. fake doctor

#flptgifs #class of 07 #class of '07 #class of 07 spoilers #reneebe #renee williams #phoebe stewart #sandy cooper reid #emma horn #steph tisdell #sarah krndija #renee x phoebe #phoebe x renee #class of 07 s1 e1

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swiftletinthecloud · 7 years

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fantasy abandoned by reason (produces impossible monsters)

Summary:

Demigods are being kidnapped and killed in Manhattan. It's up to Percy and Annabeth to solve this mystery before the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit could get too close and discover their secret world.

Notes:

Disclaimers: I do not own any aspects of Criminal Minds or PJO. All copyrights go to their respective companies and entities. All OCs, thoughts, and musings, when not quoted, are mine though. No specific timeline. Not Beta. Any mistakes are mine alone. This is a Criminal Minds fic and they're on a case so reader's discretion advised.

Title is quote by Francisco Goya.

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Chapter 1

“As much money and life as you could want! The two things most human beings would choose above all - the trouble is, humans do have a knack of choosing precisely those things that are worst for them.” ― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone

It took for the third teen to go missing in as many weeks before the NYPD called on the BAU to consult the case. The decision was met with mixed reactions from the officers of the 19th Precinct. There were staunch oppositions from a few detectives, yet also a general feeling of relief from others.

"Look Jackson, I hate this as much as you do, but we got another missing kid and still no lead. You know how it is with the brass upstairs whenever kids are involved. There are also added pressures that we find this one alive and that he doesn't turn up dead like the other two. You're still the lead detective. Just work with them to get this solve." Captain Thatchner was annoyed. Jackson might be his best detective, but he was a damn pain in the ass, especially on this case that was giving him major headaches.

"Come on, Captain, but the Feds?! Don't you trust me?" Jackson whined. (Okay, maybe he didn't whine, but it sure sounded like it to Thatchner.)

Slamming the manila folder in front of him shut, Thatchner put his foot down. "The Feds are being called in, and that is the end of the discussion, Jackson! The last boy, Liam Kearney, went missing in the Midtown South area, and the only reason we even have the case at all is because Captain Craigson thought it might be connected to the other two cases you caught and threw the hot potato our way!" He loosened the linen noose around his neck and ran a hand through his hair before continuing in a more controlled voice. "Now, One PP wants answers. I'm just looking out for you and making sure we cover all of our bases and using all of the resources available to us for this case. I don't want to hear another word out of you." Thatchner gave his watch a glance before adding, "Last I spoke with them, the BAU team had just landed so they should be here within the next 15 minutes or so. Use that time to get your head out of your ass and off your high horse. When they get here, I expect full cooperation from you. The faster this is solve, the better."

The only response he got was slight nod and a quiet "yes sir" before Jackson was out of his office faster than a speeding bullet. Thatchner gave a grunt of disapproval before he went about getting ready for the newcomers' arrival.

xxxxxx

He was screwed. When it was just him as the lead detective on the case, he could direct the flow of investigation, omit certain details without too much suspicion. No one questioned him; hell, no one even suspected anything was up. With the Feds on the case, that wouldn't work anymore. He couldn't be everywhere at once to make sure they didn't find something they shouldn't. This was going to be mess; he could feel it vibrating in his bones.

The BAU team was going to arrive soon, and he so didn't want to be here when they show up. Grabbing his shield and gun, he decided to head out and give Ms. Kearney a head's up and to remind her to keep the whole "Greek Mythology is real" deal on the down low when the Feds pay her a visit.

xxxxxx

Rossi and JJ were greeted by a middle-aged redhead woman when they knocked on the doors of the Kearneys' apartment. "Hello," Rossi began as he and JJ showed the woman their badges. "Kelly Kearney? We're with the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit, and we're here about your missing son."

When Rossi had met with mothers of missing children in the past, they generally appeared a lot more distress and usually in tears, but Ms. Kearney's clenched fist and narrowed eyes at their introductions were the only signs of her discomfort. Filing that piece of information to the back of his mind for another time, Rossi followed the woman and JJ into the apartment and to the Kearneys' living room. It seemed he and JJ weren't Ms. Kearney's only visitors. Another middle-aged woman, this one blonde with a very familiar face that Rossi couldn't place at the moment, and two men, one with sandy colored hair and a face that was also familiar and the other younger in dress shirt and pants with a golden badge hanging on his belt, were talking quietly on the couch. The three abruptly stopped their conversation and stood up when the two FBI agents stepped into the living room.

"These are Agents Rossi and Jareau from the FBI. They're here about Liam," said Ms. Kearney to her other three guests as she gestured at Rossi and JJ. Turning back to the agents, she said, "And these are James Granger, Bodie Koeman, and Per-Detective Jackson."

"Mr. Granger, Ms. Koeman, Detective Jackson," greeted JJ as Rossi was finally able to put some names to those familiar faces.

"You're George Granger and Barrett Koeman's parents. I didn't realize the three of you knew each other." Rossi directed his statement at the three parents.

The three traded a subtle look with Detective Jackson that Rossi almost missed before Ms. Kearney said, "James and Bodie heard what happened to Liam on the news, and they came by to offer their support." A perfect sidestep to Rossi's implicit question. Gesturing to the couch, she continued, "Please, everyone, have a seat."

Once they all sat down, Ms. Kearney turned to him and JJ and said, "Detective Jackson was just telling us about your recent addition to the investigation. Do you have any new information about my son?"

While JJ informed Ms. Kearney that they sadly didn't have any new information to add to her son's investigation as of yet and took the opportunity to also interview Mr. Granger and Ms. Koeman about their children, Rossi observed the dynamics of the group. The grieving parents didn't behave like three people who had just met for the first time that afternoon. They appeared very at ease with one another, offering small touches of comfort to each other throughout JJ's inquiry. At certain questions about their children's extracurricular activities or if they'd known whether anyone wanted to see their children harm though, each parent unconsciously deferred to Detective Jackson for an answer before hesitantly providing one of their own. In fact, as Rossi continued to observe the group, he saw that the three parents had a trusting and familiar camaraderie with the detective. Their familiarity went beyond the fact that Detective Jackson was the lead detective handling their children's investigations. Hadn't Ms Kearney intended to introduce Detective Jackson by his first name earlier?

As they bid their good-byes, Rossi casted one last look around the room, noting the framed pictures of Ms. Kearney and her son on the nearby wall. One in particular, a group of teenagers with matching orange t-shirts sitting around a campfire, caught his eyes for a brief moment before Rossi followed JJ out. Detective Jackson left the Kearney's apartment with them, and Rossi and JJ followed his unmarked car to the 19th Precinct where the rest of their team was regrouping.

The detective, who so far had displayed a standoffish attitude to the two, showed Rossi and JJ to the empty conference room Hotch and Reid were setting up in before he left the BAU to their own devices. Hotch and Reid had already put up all the photos of the victims and abduction and dump sites along with timelines for each teen on the two glass dry-erase boards provided. Morgan and Prentiss also arrived from the morgue soon after Rossi and JJ took a seat at their proverbial round table with Hotch and Reid.

"All right," Hotch began, "what do we have?"

"The bodies of the two teens found, George and Barrett, showed signs of major physical trauma. Their wrists and ankles were rubbed raw from rope burn, and they were electrocuted to death," said Morgan.

"Were there signs of sexual assault?" asked Rossi. The two were just kids, he thought, only fourteen and sixteen. The worst thing they should have had to worry about was high school, not being kidnapped and killed.

"No, thankfully, neither of the victims were sexually assaulted," replied Prentiss. "Both of their stomach content came up empty though. Only water was found."

"Wait, no signs of sexual assault. Mixed victimology. Victims were held for an extended period of time before they were killed. They were starved and electrocuted. Guys, I think the Unsub is torturing these kids for some kind information!" exclaimed Reid as he jerked his head up from the file he was reading, his eyes white and wide staring at his team.

"What kind of information would two teenagers have that someone is willing to torture and kill them for?" asked Hotch. The unanswerable question hung in the air, bearing down on the BAU.

Tapping his pen on his notepad in front of him, Rossi racked his brain for something he might have missed. His roaming eyes caught sight of an innocent-looking picture JJ was gazing at, Barrett Koeman posing with her arms around her mother. He, like the rest of his team, had seen the picture before when they first went through Barrett Koeman's file, but this time, the orange t-shirt with the black outline of a Pegasus the teen was wearing sparked the memory of another picture Rossi had seen earlier that day.

"JJ, can I have a look at that for a moment?" Rossi asked as he gestured at the picture in her hands.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Her tone surprised and curious as she handed over the picture. No doubt wondering why it had claimed his interest.

"There's something going on here," Rossi said at last. Turning the picture of the Koemans over to his team, Rossi continued, "I've seen this shirt before; Liam Kearney was wearing an exact replica of it in one of the pictures framed on his wall. Now, it might just be a coincidence and it's a common t-shirt they could have bought anywhere…"

"Or it could be the link we're missing," JJ completed his thought. "There's something else too. George Granger's father and Barrett Koeman's mother were with Ms. Kearney when Rossi and I went to her apartment, and they were very comfortable with one another. Not the behavior of three people who just met, not even if they happened to share a common grief."

"If the victims knew each other, why wouldn't that be mentioned in the files?" asked Reid.

"Are we saying that the NYPD is deliberately leaving out evidence of this case?"

Hotch's solemn and cautious tone was enough for Rossi to deliberate with himself for a moment before forging on with his next statement. With an eye on the glass conference door that led to the rest of the precinct, Rossi said, "Maybe not the whole of NYPD, but very likely Detective Jackson is."

"Jackson? The lead detective on this case?" asked Morgan.

"Yes," answered JJ before Rossi could. "He was with the parents when we arrived, and again, they definitely knew each other. Whether they knew it or not, the parents practically turned to him for directions every time Rossi and I asked them a question about their children." While Rossi hadn't discussed his suspicion with JJ earlier, he was glad that she had come to similar conclusions and was backing his play.

Rossi maintained eye contact with Hotch as his colleague looked between Rossi and JJ. "Covering up evidence, that's a serious accusation."

The tension in the room was stifling as Rossi felt the eyes of the rest of his team on him. Rossi could see JJ unconsciously shifting in her seat under the same questioning stares.

Whatever Hotch was thinking about, he seemed to have made up his mind as he broke eye contact with Rossi and tapped the call button on the speakerphone system in front him.

Perhaps she was somehow aware of the tense atmosphere in their room from hundreds of miles away, Garcia greeted the group with one of her less flamboyant salutations. "This is Penelope Garcia. Ask and you shall receive."

"Garcia, you're on speaker," replied Hotch in lieu of a greeting. "We need you to look up an orange t-shirt with a black Pegasus outline, the one Barrett Koeman is wearing in the picture we have on file of her and her mother. Find out its origin and where it can be bought."

"A t-shirt, sir?"

"Yes, and see if there is any connection between the three victims' families...as well as if they have any connection with a Detective Percy Jackson of the NYPD."

"...Are we thinking that an NYPD detective is the Unsub?" asked Garcia.

Hotch looked at Rossi and JJ again before he answered, "We don't know yet. Just get back to us with what you find."

"I will let you know when I find something," said Garcia before she ended the call with a click.

xxxxxx

They'd agreed with each other that there would be no discussion about either of their work during dinner after Annabeth's long and passionate answers to his question of "how was work" early on in both of their careers led to one too many uneaten dinners. During particularly tough cases, Percy also appreciated their policy because it meant he had a good half hour or so to unplug and not think about his investigations. A lot of good that was doing at the moment, though. Despite having only a hotdog for lunch around eleven that morning, Percy was spending more time moving the pasta in front of him around his plate than eating them. He didn't even realize how deep in thoughts he was until he felt a slight kick against his leg from Annabeth.

"You know, if you thought my cooking was that bad, we could have ordered take-out," said Annabeth, her voice light and teasing.

Percy set his fork down and let out a sigh as he looked up into Annabeth's concerned, grey eyes. "I'm sorry; it's just - "

"I know," she interrupted softly. Pushing back her chair, she stood up and gathered the dirty dishes from the table. "Come. Help me clean up and then we can move this conversation to the couch."

Percy followed Annabeth to the sink with the rest of the dishes, and the two quickly washed and rinsed their dishes in silence. As Percy placed their last plate onto the drying rack, Annabeth dried her hands and handed him the towel she had used. He accepted it and gave her a light peck on her lips in thanks. He hung the towel up to dry and took Annabeth's waiting hand as they moved to the living room and their worn-in couch.

As a habit since Annabeth's promotion that led to more opening galas and high heels than she would like, Percy took her feet onto his lap and started massaging her right foot. With her other foot, she gave him a soft nudge and asked, "Well?"

Letting out another sigh, Percy began. "After George and Barrett, I put out an alert to all families with demigods in the city that if demigods aren't where they said they are going to be, don't automatically assume they had received a quest or gone to camp. Call them to check, and if they can't be reach, call it in. A call came in today."

"No," Annabeth whispered.

"A son of Ares, Liam Kearney, 16 years old," Percy continued as he switched to Annabeth's left foot. "His mom called it in when he didn't come home from school. He had a half day so she was expecting him home early, but he never returned. The captain of the 14th Precinct passed it off to us because he thinks it might be related to the other two cases - he doesn't how right he is. The Feds are called in as well. It's just a mess, and I'm still as clueless as when George's body was found."

"Hey, now that's not true. We know whoever took them is not a monster, no traces of monster dusts anywhere. They want some sort of information, why George and Barrett were tortured. Whatever it is, they didn't get it from George and Barrett, which is why Liam was taken," said Annabeth as she ticked each clue off her fingers.

"And we know whoever is doing this knows about demigods because only demigods were taken so far and George and Barrett were found without any of their preferred weapons on them so whoever it is knew enough to confiscate their weapons," added Percy.

Talking the case over with Annabeth sparked newfound energy in him. It also reminded him that he had an amazingly intelligent daughter of Athena for a wife that he could be asking for assistance instead of feeling sorry for himself. Feeling slightly more optimistic, Percy leaned over to give Annabeth another kiss.

The two of them stayed like that for a moment before Annabeth slowly pulled back. She gave Percy a quick peck on his cheek before she got up and headed for the kitchen. She came back with a bowl of blueberries. "So, look what I got today from the market," Annabeth said as she sat back down with the bowl still between her hands.

"Ah, my favorites," said Percy with a smile. He brushed his lips against Annabeth's tenderly before munching on a few blueberries.

"So, what sort of information do you think whoever is behind the attacks want?" asked Percy.

Annabeth took the blueberries he fed her and thought for a moment before she answered. "Well, with their focus being here in Manhattan, they might be looking for Olympus itself."

"That makes sense," said Percy, nodding in agreement. "Maybe we should give Olympus a visit ourselves tomorrow. See if the gods have any ideas what's going." Running a hand through his hair, Percy let out a frustrated groan. "I should have gone up to Olympus earlier."

Annabeth placed a gentle hand on his cheek, drawing his troubled sea-green eyes to hers. "Hey, we're going up there tomorrow. Not everything is your fault, Seaweed Brain. You don't always have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders."

She touched a tuft of hair by his temple, now black and dark, but once upon a time, they were white. She had had matching ones, too, a reminder from a time long ago when they'd both took the place of Atlas beneath the heavy sky.

Percy kissed her graciously for that. Annabeth laid her head on his shoulder, and with a bowl of his favorite fruit between them, they spent the remainder of the evening enjoying each other's company and the newest episode of American Ninja Warrior.

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