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luciadiosa · 2 years

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Betrothed to Another

Part 8

Part 7

"At least you are now for ever here...." Camilo says after a while. "Like you wished...years ago...."

He swallows hard. His body burns. The pain is like little stiches in every inch of his flesh and he thought he have to die too.

It took hours till Camilo finally stops his grief and went home

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Some months later he sits on the table. Looking at the vision.

"Tio Bruno..." he says as Bruno walkes by behind his back.

Bruno stops. "Yes Milo?"

Camilo turns to him. "You see more then just that vision. So what do you else saw?"

He looks affected now. Sitting down next to Camilo and looks down to the vision.

"Y/n ist responsibly for you and Hernandez turning to stone." he explains and getting with every word quiet.

"So, i guess Y/N didn't to this to anyone. Especially you."

"But why she/he/they turned to stone? She/He/They could just go and never come back."

Bruno lifts his shoulders. "Maybe it is the punishment for trying to change the future? Or just an accident. I disbelieve she/he/they knew how to use the power."

After some seconds of silence Bruno stands up.

"So we cannot do anything to bring her back?" Camilo asks.

"Noone knows how. So no."

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He had to accept it. He had to leave you behind. Camilo oftens visited your statue. He tried to find an answer but without sucsess.

Even Isabela creats a flower crown for you, so he can places it on your statue. After one crown withered he always brings a new one. Always with diffrent flowers.

He continued it even after he accepted you were gone. Even as he found solace in the arms of another.

"Your not mad at me?" he asks in front of your statue.

The young woman next to him smiles.

"Dios Mio, mi amor. Y/N was very important to you. You should continue to honor your time you has together. Just don't forget the present and future. Me." she answers.

Milo smiles at her. "Thank you."

Over one year he needed to accept it. She helped him with such passion and symphatehic.

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The whole family was happy for Camilo. For moving on and find someone.

"So. Eliana. Do you have already your wedding dress?" Pepa asks her. All celebrate the engagement at casita.

"I have something in mind but I wanted the girl to help me." she answers and nods to Isabela, Mirabel und Luisa. "I would like if Dolores and you can come with me. I would be happy to hear your opinion."

Camilo's mother smiles. A rainbow appears above her head. "I would love too. Maybe some ruffled parts"

His new love nodds. "Sure. amd embroidered flowers."

Part 9

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tinyboxxtink · 3 years

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Build Me Up Buttercup *Part 9*

Weeeee!!!! Here we go, getting close to the end guys.

I’m glad so many people like it, it makes me happy.

Okay okay enough sappiness, we’re not dead yet.

Oh and gotta tag: @wanniiieeee

If you need to catch up:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Finale

Epilogue

“...Soooo, are we hoping he shows up, or not?”

Once again, your BFF was there to hear the latest escapades of the saga unfolding.

“Obviously NOT,” You scoffed, falling back onto the bed. It was stiff, almost…crusty. You tried desperately not to think about just what exactly went on in these rooms on a normal basis.

“Because….?”

“Because I don’t wanna just BANG IT OUT, that’s why!” you exclaimed, wondering why that wasn’t blatantly obvious.

“Yeah but didn’t you say that Barba said that he was still gonna care about you, even after sleeping with you?”

“Yeah…” you twirled your hair again.

“So then if he does come to you then you know he really does believe that, correct?” Your BFF pointed out.

“But what if he doesn’t?”

“Oh come on, you think that Barba would just have sex with you to prove a point to your sergeant?”

“I mean, what if he doesn’t care about me after, y’know...we fuck,” You said blatantly.

“Seriously?”

“Yes SERIOUSLY. Come on babe this has all happened SO fast, I mean it can’t be anything other than physical attraction,”

“You don’t believe that,”

“Of course I do! Look at me! Metaphorically. Guys don’t ‘date’ me, they wanna fuck me and leave me.

“Yeah, that’s usually because you fuck them before you give them even so much as a name, and then kick them out in the morning. Nice try,” Your BFF shot down your attempts to self deprecate.

“...Whatever,”

“Look, I love you. I know you’ve been through hell and back. But, at some point you have gotta let the past be the past, and realize that you’re not that girl anymore. You’re not 16, you’re a grown up. And a smart, beautiful one at that. A guy could easily fall in love with you,” they assured you.

“In less than 24 hours,” you rolled your eyes.

“Okay maybe not love, but certainly more than a dicking. I mean Christ Y/N if that’s all he was after he wouldn’t have defended you to Liv, he would’ve just begged her to let him have a day pass to fuck you and move on!”

“But, we’re so-- and he’s-- and I’m-- I just can’t see how we’re gonna…” You tried expressing your thoughts but it just wasn’t coming.

“Look, get out of your head. Just, stop. Stop overthinking it,”

“Yeah okay,” you said sarcastically.

Suddenly, there was a knock at your door.

“Y/N?” you heard Rafael’s muffled voice outside.

“SHIT,” You hissed into the phone, jumping off the bed.

“Is that him? I TOLD YOU,” your BFF laughed triumphantly.

“Shut up. I’ll call you later.” you tossed the phone on the bed, fluffed your hair as if that was going to help the situation, and opened the door.

“Hey, can I…?” He motioned inside, leaning into the doorway.

“First, I need you to be honest with me,” You put your hand up to his chest.

“Okay…”

“How drunk are you?”

“Seriously? I may not drink straight shots of tequila all the time, but that doesn’t mean I’m some old man lightweight,” he scoffed, very offended.

“That’s not an answer,”

“...Honestly? I think I’m more buzzed off that kiss earlier,” he smirked.

Damn he was smooth.

You rolled your eyes and opened the door, letting him walk in. You motioned for him to sit on the bed, to which he replied, “Yeahh….I don’t think I’ll be sleeping anywhere tonight. God knows what is on these,”

“Really? So how pray tell do you think we’re going to ‘bang it out’?” his head whipped around at that sentence.

“Christ almighty, again Y/N?! Privacy, google it,”

“Oh whatever, you two were practically screaming in the parking lot,” you scoffed.

“I swear to God, you are so--”

“So what? Stupid? Immature?”

“Infuriating!”

“Hello, kettle,”

“Oh really? How am I the bad guy here? Olivia sat there and basically called you a piece of ass, and I defended you!”

“And yet, here you are. Ready to fuck,” you presented your hands as if you were a platter.

Rafael put his hands over his face and paced the room.

“Ay dios mio, me voy a suicidar,” he muttered while pacing.

“Oh really, you wanna kill yourself? That’s a tad dramatic, counselor,” You scoffed again.

Rafael’s eyes widened, “You understood that?”

“I heard suicide,”

“Right...ok look,” he stopped pacing and stood in front of you, taking your hands in his.

“I’m not-- I don’t...want to just, ‘bang it out’,” He rolled his eyes at the notion.

“But, also-- I don’t not want to….y’know,” He gestured towards the bed with his head.

“...So you do, but you don’t,” you continued with the sarcasm.

“It’s not JUST what I want to do, carino,” he put a hand up to your cheek.

“Cards on the table, I would love nothing more than to rip that shirt off and ravish you right here, until we have to leave in….Jesus, 7 hours,” He shook his head, knowing he was never going to sleep tonight either way this went.

“Just not on the bed,” you half laughed.

“...Y’know what? For you, I would risk the thousands of venereal diseases that are seeped into these sheets,”

“....How romantic,”

“If you really knew me you’d know that is the peak of romance,”

“See that’s the thing Rafael-- I don’t really know you. Not really. And you don’t know me. We just...I don’t know, we had this little chemistry thing going all day, and then y’know you cleaned me up when I was crying, and then held my hand through my story, and I--”

“And that’s why you wanna sleep with me,” he dropped his hands and stepped back from you.

Your face fell, your eyes widened. It had never occurred to you that he would be the one doubting the sincerity of the situation.

“What? Seriously?”

“You just said I don’t really know you, you don’t really know anything about me, except that I helped you through a difficult situation and now you wanna ‘repay’ me, or you feel attracted to me because I made you feel good,”

Your jaw was on the floor; was he actually saying this? Was he this insecure this whole time?

“That is so not--” you tried to interject but he kept on.

“Then how do you explain it? This, this little attraction coming out of nowhere--”

“It didn’t come from nowhere,” you cut him off without thinking.

“Excuse me?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Are you a moron, counselor?” you asked, to which he just stared at you dumbfounded.

“You honestly think that just because you dried my tears in a bathroom and held my hand through a story, that I would just throw caution to the wind and make a very obvious, romantic grand gesture? In front of my BOSS? Olivia could’ve fired me at any point today for ‘fraternization” or “unprofessionalism”, or a million other things that have run through my mind. You think that I would just risk my career because I thought you were nice?!”

Now it was Rafael’s jaw on the floor, flabbergasted at your sudden admission. He shook it off quickly, walking back up to you and caressed your face once again.

“So...you do have an insane crush on me?” he smirked.

“I wouldn’t go far as to say ‘insane’....spirited, maybe,” you blushed, making him grin like a kid in a candy store.

“AND, really to be honest it’s only been a subconscious thing, I think. But this morning at the gas station, something just…”

“Clicked,” he finished your sentence.

“Ye-Yeah,” You whispered, now once again stunned.

“Yeah…” he smiled, rubbing your jaw with his thumb.

“So….what are we doing here, counselor?” You tried to keep your voice from wavering, but his hands on your face and the smell of his cologne was driving you nuts.

“We’re standing here, detective,” he smirked.

“Oh fuck off don’t be cute about this,” you hit his hands away at his snarkiness.

“But I’m so good at it,” he pulled on your hands playfully.

“Alright what are we going to do about….” you gestured between the two of you.

“Well, I told you what I want to do,” he smirked again, pulling your face close to kiss you, but stopped mere millimeters from your lips.

“BUT, I also don’t want to do something just because Olivia tells me to,” he pulled back quickly, amused at the annoyance on your face.

“So what, you wanna make out like teenagers? Wouldn’t that just be proving her point?” You scoffed, trying to hide the fact that you wanted to do so much more than that.

“I just...I don’t want us to...and then you--” he made hand gestures left and right.

“And then I? And then you!” you hit him softly.

“No, not me. You think you’re the only one with a subconscious?” He raised an eyebrow, indicating he had always felt the same about you.

“So...neither of us, wants either of us, to change our minds,” you pulled him in closer once again, your arms wrapped around each other’s necks.

“But both of us, assume that we will,” you continued, moving a hand to play with his collar sans tie, so that it was showing the tiniest bit of his chest.

“SO-- I propose this,” You patted the chest window with both hands. Rafael took this chance to grab them and keep them there, anxious to hear your proposal.

“We….have some fun,” you wagged your eyebrows suggestively.

“And since both of us already think that the other one is gonna bail, we’re not gonna expect tomorrow to be any different, right?”

“Right…” he held onto your hands, forcing you to balance back and forth on your toes.

“And, if we both still feel the same when we get home…” you clung tighter to the collar, pulling yourself closer to his face.

“Then we do this. For real,” you whispered, staring him straight into his gorgeous green eyes.

“...And what happens when one of us changes our mind when we get to the city?” He brushed hair away from your face.

“Well then, I’ll just transfer units so you can get over me,” You gave him a tongued smile.

“Oh, I think you’ll be transferring to get over me, carino,” he smirked.

“What does that mean, by the way? I hope it’s nothing bad, considering you’ve called me it all day,” you asked, and he laughed.

“No no no, not bad-- never,” He kissed your forehead.

“It means like, ‘sweetie’ or ‘honey’, it just sounds prettier in spanish,”

“It really does. To be honest you could call me trash in spanish and I’d still think it was sexy as hell,” you admitted, making him laugh louder.

“I would never call you basura, carino, EVER,” he assured you, going in for another kiss; this time, he didn’t stop.

You both began kissing each other furiously, the crescendo of your wants from the entire day came spilling out all at once like a broken dam. Without thinking you jumped up and wrapped your legs around his waist. Surprised, he momentarily stumbled back, but quickly adjusted your weight in his grasp, pulling you tighter into him. You could feel his growing member against your thigh, and you couldn’t help but smile knowing you were the reason for it. All of a sudden you felt yourself falling back onto the bed, Rafael continuing to kiss you.

“Oh yeah sure just let me get the jizz germs on me,” you giggled in between kisses. In response, he crawled on you and moved you up closer to the headboard, his entire body now on top of you.

“Alright there, my body is full of jizz now too, happy?” he panted.

“Yeah I know it is, I can feel it,” you smirked, grabbing his belt and tugging on his erection. He moaned, his eyes widening in shock and excitement.

This was it, no going back now….

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oscars-wifeyyy · 4 years

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Chapter 10 (The Innocent)

It's officially the day of Olivia's quince and Monse, Ruby, and Elizabeth were handing out programs to people in the church.

"Bless you," Ruby said to a person entering, "can you believe we were here only a few hours ago?"

"When there was hope," Monse said.

"Oh, my God!" Ruby said, but saw the pastor next to him, "I mean goodness. Seriously?"

"What?" Elizabeth asked as she handed a couple a program.

"There is a typo in the program. 'Their' is spelled with an e-r-e instead of e-i-r. Only e-i-r shows possession,"

"Really?" Monse glared at Ruby, "you think this is a time to grammar troll?"

"Jamal was supposed to double check before they were printed," Ruby stressed.

"Add it to the list. He's a loser," Monse rolled her eyes.

"Hey! I know you're mad, but try to temper the 'tude today," Ruby advised Monse, "be cool when Jamal gets here,"

"He's not coming. We're better for it," Monse spat.

"What about Olivia?" Ruby asked, "Cesar probably won't show either,"

"We don't know that," Monse insisted.

"He just killed someone," Ruby hissed at their friend.

"We don't know that for sure," Monse still insisted.

"Monse..." Elizabeth trailed off, "we know,"

Olivia and Jasmine emerged from the back with Jasmine looking very sickly and pale while Olivia looked like she just wanted to get away from Jasmine. However, Jasmine started coughing and got closer to Ruby and started almost leaning on him.

"Lover, can I borrow your pocket square?" Jasmine held out her hand.

"Use your hand!" Ruby freaked out, moving to stand next to Monse.

"I think you need to go back inside, Jas," Elizabeth said.

"But away from me," Olivia quickly said.

"Then where should I go?" Jasmine asked.

"Daycare center," Ruby said, but everyone just looked at him, "what? Babies are always sick,"

Olivia sighed, "have you seen Cesar?"

"Not yet. But you know Cesar, dude takes forever to primp. I bet he's on his way," Monse smiled at the newly 15 year old girl.

"Olivia, let's go back inside and get ready," Elizabeth walked away with Olivia in attempt to distract her, "you look beautiful,"

"Thank you," Olivia smiled, "you too,"

"Gracias. Now I gotta go ask someone something. Be back soon," Elizabeth walked back out to see Cesar with his head shaved, "hey, baldy. Nice of you to finally show up,"

After a long ceremony, it was finally time for people to talk to the princess and get pictures in. Ruby, Monse, Cesar, and Elizabeth went up to Olivia as Cesar kissed her cheek.

"Hey, you looked incredible out there," Cesar smiled at his girlfriend.

"That's good because my knees are wrecked. Kneeling for an hour is not a blessing," Olivia joked.

"But you are blessed," Elizabeth walked back to Ruby and Monse to give the couple their space. Olivia walked away after a while to talk to a few more guests while Cesar went back to their friends.

"It was a nice ceremony," Ruby said, trying to fill in the awkward silence.

"Yeah," Cesar nodded.

"You didn't kill him," Monse stared at her crush.

"Monse!" Elizabeth looked at her friend incredulously.

"He's not dead, but...he's gone," Cesar nodded.

"What does that mean?" Monse asked.

"He ran, Mon," Elizabeth filled in the blank.

"C'mon, Ruby. Help your dad pack the car. Come on!" Geny walked by with the twins.

Ruby's dad just looked at Ruby, "I do need help," Geny left the church, "with your mother. Not the car,"

"Give me a minute," Ruby said as his dad left.

"If Latrelle's dead, doesn't that make you vulnerable?" Monse asked.

"It's handled and we never talk about it again," Cesar said, "now this is Olivia's day, and if I were you, I'd be more worried about those dance steps,"

"Ruby!" Geny poked her head inside, "por favor!"

"I'll see you guys back at the house," Ruby rushed outside.

Everyone was now at Ruby's house getting the party started in the backyard as Ruby got the damas and chambelanes ready. Abuelita came inside with a few of her friends with food and went to Ruby.

"Mijo, where are we gonna set up the buffet?"

"On the tables in the back," Ruby smiled.

"But they're not there," Abuelita informed.

"What? Well who moved them?" Ruby became irritated.

"A guy told me he needed them," Cesar stood up.

"It was the fireworks guy," Monse interjected.

Olivia gasped, "we're having fireworks?"

"Thank you. Thank you everyone for spoiling the surprise," Ruby sarcastically smiled, "yes. Fireworks at 9:30,"

"Someone get his panties out of a bunch," Abuelita looked at the group.

"Nothing is spoiled," Olivia walked to Ruby.

"Oh, no, we're just down two dames and a chambelan. Thank you, Eli," Ruby rolled his eyes, "and one of your surprises is ruined,"

"One of my surprises?"

Elizabeth couldn't take the stress Ruby was creating for himself so she went out to the porch in her yellow dress, sitting on the steps. She had her legs together and looked up at the night sky, hearing a little of her friends' conversation, "D to C numbers? Is that dick to coochie..." Monse started.

"Get your head out of the gutter!" Ruby exclaimed, "dames to chambelanes,"

"Princesa," a familiar voice called.

Elizabeth stood up and saw Oscar at the gate, "you came,"

"Of course, Eli," Oscar smiled.

"And you dressed up?" Elizabeth smiled at the dickies pants and button up he had on, "you look as handsome as ever,"

The two went to the backyard as the dance started and watched, clapping at the end. Elizabeth left Oscar's side to congratulate the group at not failing the dance to see Olivia's hair falling so she nudged Monse to help her. The two girls walked away and during the time they were away, Ruby was looking at a phone. Suddenly, he walked to the girls and pulled Olivia away to go inside so Elizabeth left Monse and Cesar alone to go back to Oscar, standing in front of him.

"Everything is falling into place," Elizabeth smiled at the sight before her.

"I'm glad," Oscar kissed Elizabeth's cheek, "as long as you're happy,"

Soon the group pulled Elizabeth to dance with them, she tried to pull Oscar, but he denied and stood back to watch her. Her beauty still struck him as he stared, dazed at the sight of her laughing and smiling with her friends. Minutes went by when Elizabeth had seen a hooded figure walk through the crowd and she got a bad feeling so she played it off by moving to the side closer to the figure. She had seen the glare of the gun the same time that Ruby had seen it so Ruby yelled Cesar's name to warn him, but Elizabeth pushed Olivia and Ruby down on the ground when the bullet pierced into her back.

Screams were heard as the bullet went through Elizabeth and grazed Ruby on the arm. Oscar's worst nightmares had come to life when he saw Elizabeth fall down with the blood spreading through her yellow dress.

"Princesa! Princesa!" Oscar yelled as he pushed people and sank to his knees to hold onto his girlfriend, "call 911! Ay, Dios mio. Baby, come on keep your eyes open. Let me see your beautiful eyes,"

"Eli!" Ruby yelled as blood ran down his arm and his mother was yelling.

Elizabeth couldn't do anything except try to catch her breath and stare at Oscar, but she had so much to say to him, "I-I love y-y-you,"

"Por qué? Why did you have to put yourself in front?! te quiero también," Oscar had tears going down his face as her eyes started closing, "No. Mi amor, open your eyes!"

Everyone started crying at the sight of the usually emotionless leader leaning over the body of his girlfriend as paramedics went to take her to the hospital. Once they took her, Oscar stood up with his clothes stained in his girlfriend's blood and started making his way towards Cesar.

"Oscar, I'm sor-," Cesar got cut off by the fist of his older brother.

"Latrelle was supposed to be dead!" Oscar yelled, "you were supposed to shoot! Now look! Elizabeth is going to the hospital for a gunshot that was supposed to be for Latrelle,"

"I'm sorry!" Cesar yelled.

"Sorry ain't gonna cut it, Cesar," Oscar's voice changed to Spooky, "don't come home,"

"What?" Cesar asked, "Oscar, please don't do this,"

His words fell on deaf ears as Oscar ran to his car and sped to the hospital, running inside after throwing his car in park. He ran inside, but when he got to the waiting room he saw Leticia sobbing so he slowly went up to her. Leticia felt a presence so she looked up to see Oscar with tear stained cheeks, she did the only thing that came to her mind. She wrapped her arms around him as the two cried for the tragedy that hit their loved on.

As time ticked, Ruby got patched up as Monse, Cesar, Ruby, Olivia, and Jamal waited with Oscar and Leticia to update. Hours went by as anxiety levels grew and the doors opened with a doctor coming though.

"Elizabeth Hernandes?" the doctor called as everyone stood, "she is stable, but put in an induced coma so her body can heal,"

"How long?" Oscar crossed his arms.

"Week until she's up," the doctor cleared his throat, "she can have visitors, but two at a time,"

"Mrs. Hernandes, is it possible if I can go in with you?" Oscar asked.

"Of course, mijo. Call me ma," Leticia gave a sad smile to the man, "I have a feeling you guys are gonna last,"

Oscar smiled softly at the future that could happen with the girl that lay on a hospital bed. The way her nose crinkles when he kisses it and scrunches up when she sees something nasty to the way she instinctively curls up to him when she falls asleep. All of her good and bad things still keeps him absolutely entranced whenever she walks into a room. His thoughts came to a pause when he caught sight of her usually tan skin being pale, her torso bandaged up, and all the IVs that are hooked up to her. All he could really think is how he didn't tell her he loved her before and now they're in a hospital.

Moments passed and Oscar couldn't stand the sight of his princesa looking so helpless as he ran out of the room and into the waiting room, tears encased in his eyes. His hands went behind his head, trying to get as much air in until Sad Eyes came in with Rico and Lorca. When he set his eyes on them, tears started coming out on all four cholos.

"What's going on?" Rico sniffled.

"She's stable, but had to be in an induced coma," Oscar sat down, "fuck, what if she doesn't make it? Ella es mi número uno, manos,"

"Yo sé, Spooky. She's gonna pull through, homie," Lorca cleared his throat.

Leticia went up to the cholos, "Oscar, can you introduce me? Assuming they know my daughter,"

"Sí," Oscar wiped his tears, "this is Julian Guzman, Ricardo Cardenas, and Vincent Gomez,"

"Hola, would you guys like to have dinner with me tonight? I want to gather all of her friends together," Leticia smiled at the four men.

"Sí, señora Hernandes," all 4 men chorused, "gracías,"

"Meet in two hours and, Oscar, go to tu casa y take a shower and clean up, mijo," Leticia instructed.

"Sí, ma, pero you don't have to make dinner," Oscar said, "get carry out at any restaurant," Oscar handed her two hundred, "get food and then rest,"

"Gracías, Oscar," Leticia put a hand on his cheek, "I'm glad Eli found you. You and your friends can stay the night too, I don't want you guys out this late,"

A week passed and Elizabeth can wake up any day now so after every run, every shift, and every school day, everyone was there, waiting. It was Sunday and the start of December, everyone was there talking until Oscar, who sat by her side, saw her hand twitch. He stared a little longer at her hand to make sure so when he saw it twitch again so he stood up fast, making the chair fall.

"Bebe!" Oscar grabbed Elizabeth's hand, "c'mon, open your eyes,"

Everyone stopped talking and looked at the girl with anticipation.

"'S-sup, fool?" Elizabeth croaked, "agua,"

Ruby grabbed the cup with his good hand and went to her side to put the straw in her mouth, letting her drink and rehydrate.

"How are you, Ruby? Olivia?" Elizabeth looked at them worried.

"Eli, we are fine! You need to worry about you," Olivia chuckled.

Oscar cleared his throat, "get out. I need to talk to her," Elizabeth hit Oscar as he rolled his eyes, ú"por favor," everyone filed out as Oscar picked up the chair and sat down next to the girl that made him feel normal, "hey, hermosa. I didn't get to tell you this while you were conscious, but I l-love you,"

"Big bad leader loves lil ol' me?" Elizabeth teased, "I love you too, bebe,"

The two smiled big as the door opened again, revealing a doctor and Eliabeth's mother and father.

"Papa?" Elizabeth teared up.

"Mi amor, how are you feeling?" Armando Hernandes asked.

"Good," Elizabeth cleared her throat, "how are you? Are you feeling better?"

"Muy buen not that you're ok. I hear you got a novio," Armando saw Oscar, "es tú novio, Eli?"

"Sí, papa," Elizabeth grinned.

"Hola, señor," Oscar shook Armando's hand, "me llamo Oscar,"

"Hola, Oscar. Me llamo Armando. I hear you love my daughter, yes? You would do anything for her?"

"Sí. Even if it means dying for her," Oscar grasped Elizabeth's hand.

"Good. there is something about you that I trust pero if you make her shed one tear, I am gonna shoot you,"

"Papa," Elizabeth groaned.

"Qué?" Armando asked, "it's true,"

"Alright," the doctor stepped in, "Elizabeth, looks like you can go, but you have to have light exercises and check up is next month,"

"Ok. See you next month," Elizabeth grinned.

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karmaholmes221 · 3 years

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Vicomte de Phantom

Part 9- The Manager's Office

The love story of Raoul and Christine is timeless, how they overcame everything to be with one another, but there is much more to their story than that... there was another woman, Raoul's first wife. The first Vicomtesse de Changy. And she was just as much a part of the story as any other character.

I clutched several letters to my chest, my skirts shifting around me as I walked quickly into the manager’s office, which contained a desk and several chairs, both covered in papers. Firmin sat staring scornfully at a newspaper article. “‘Mystery after gala night,’ it says, ‘Mystery of soprano's flight!’ Mystified baffled Surete say, we are mystified we suspect foul play!" “ Firmin read out loud, lowering the paper. “Bad news on soprano scene first Carlotta, now Christine! Still, at least the seats get sold gossip's worth its weight in gold." He seemed to catch sight of me in the doorway, as he stood up and gestured me further into the room. "What a way to run a business! Spare me these unending trials! Half your cast disappears, but the crowd still cheers! Opera! To hell with Gluck and Handel, it's a scandal that'll pack 'em in the aisles!”

There was a stomping behind me and I moved away as Andre burst in, in a temper. “Damnable! Will they all walk out? This is damnable!”

Firmin moved to stand beside his colleague. “Andre, please don't shout. It's publicity! And the take is vast! Free publicity!”

Andre’s voice came out as a strangled cry. “But we have no cast.”

“But Andre, have you seen the queue?” Firmin asked calmly before spying the letters in my hand. He gave an annoyed wave of his hand and I took that as my cue to begin to read.

I quickly opened the first of the letters and began to read. "Dear Andre what a charming gala! Christine enjoyed a great success! We were hardly bereft when Carlotta left, otherwise the chorus was entrancing, but the dancing was a lamentable mess!" I glanced up at their distraught faces and opened the next letter. "Dear Firmin, just a brief reminder: my salary has not been paid. Send it care of the ghost, by return of post. P.T.O.: No-one likes a debtor, so it's better if my orders are obeyed!" I read aloud.

The managers shared a look. “Who would have the gall to send this? Someone with a puerile brain”

Firmin took both of the letters from me and examined them. “These are both signed "O.G.". “

“Who the hell is he?” Andre snapped.

A look of realization overcame both of them. “Opera ghost!”

“It's really not amusing!” Firmin said, unamused.

“He's abusing our position!” Andre snapped

“In addition he wants money!”

Their voices merged together as they continued to speak. “He's a funny sort of spectre to expect a large retainer! Nothing plainer, he is clearly quite insane!”

I jerked around as my husband stalked into the building, turning to face the managers, one of Erik’s notes in his hand. “Where is she?”

“You mean your wife?” Andre asked.

“I mean Miss Daae, where is she?” Raoul snapped.

Firmin gave him an exasperated look. “Well, how should we know?”

”I want an answer. I take it that you sent me this note?” Raoul accused, holding up the envelope.

“What's all this nonsense?” Firmin questioned.

“Of course not!” Andre ordered and Firmin quickly jumped in as well.

“Don't look at us!”

“She's not with you, then?” Raoul asked almost surprised.

“Of course not!” Firmin said, repeating what his partner had just said.

“We're in the dark. “ Andre assured.

“Monsieur, don't argue, isn't this the letter you wrote?” Raoul snapped holding up Erik’s letter.

“And what is it, that we're meant to have wrote?” Firmin questioned hotly before realizing his mistake. “Written!”

Raoul held out the letter and I lunged forward, snatching it from him, rolling my eyes at the surprised look on his face as I ripped open the letter and began to read aloud. "Do not fear for Miss Daae. The Angel of Music has her under his wing. Make no attempt to see her again."

“If you didn't write it, who did?” Raoul asked the mystified managers as I tried desperately to find my voice to ask about what Erik meant by see her again.

The doors were thrown open and Carlotta burst in. She carried a letter as well and look no more cheered about it than the others were. “Where is he?” She snapped as the managers rushed to meet her.

“Ah, welcome back!” Andre began before Carlotta cut him off.

“Your precious patron, where is he?”

“What is it now?” Raoul inquired, unimpressed.

Carlotta’s eyes fixed on Raoul and a murderous look crossed her face. “I have your letter; a letter which I rather resent!”

Firmin turned to Raoul and asked quietly “And did you send it?"

Raoul glared. “Of course not!”

“As if he would!” Andre sassed.

Carlotta narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “You didn't send it?"

“Of course not!” Raoul repeated.

“What's going on?” Firmin questioned, tired of being ignored.

“You dare to tell me, that this is not the letter you sent?!” Carlotta sneered waving the letter around and I stepped forward to take it from her.

“And what is it that I'm meant to have sent?” Raoul snapped looking to me as I quickly pulled the letter from the envelope and read it.

"Your days at the Opera Populaire are numbered. Christine Daae will be singing on your behalf tonight. Be prepared for a great misfortune, should you attempt to take her place." I looked up from the card to glance at the managers, who were obviously beginning to tire of the intrigue.

They moved forward and each of them took one of Carlotta’s arms their voices joining to become one. “Far too many notes for my taste and most of them about Christine! All we've heard since we came is Miss Daae's name.“

Out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of Madame Giry and Meg and moved to stand beside them, already well aware of their message. They were here to give the news of Christine’s reappearance. Giry silently handed me yet another letter. “Miss Daae has returned.” the managers turned sharply to face her.

“I trust her midnight oil is well and truly burned.” Firmin stated drily.

“Where precisely is she now?” Andre questioned.

“I thought it best that she went home.” Giry said simply and Meg stepped forward.

“She needed rest.”

Raoul moved forward. “May I see her?”

“No, monsieur, she will see no-one.” Giry said, glancing between me and Raoul.

“Will she sing? Will she sing?” Carlotta snapped, angrily.

“Here, I have a note.” I said and Carlotta lunged toward me.

“Let me see it!” She shrieked and Raoul threw an arm out, keeping her from crashing into me.

“Please!” Firmin snapped, gesturing for me to read.

I glanced around and cleared my throat. "Gentlemen, I have now sent you several notes of the most amiable nature, detailing how my theatre is to be run. You have not followed my instructions, I shall give you one last chance. Christine Daae has returned to you and I am anxious her career should progress in the new production of "Il Muto". You will therefore cast Carlotta as the Pageboy and put Miss Daae in the role of Countess. The role which Miss Daae plays calls for charm and appeal. The role of the Pageboy is silent which makes my casting, in a word, ideal. I shall watch the performance from my normal seat in Box Five, which will be kept empty for me. Should these commands be ignored, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur. I remain, Gentlemen, Your obedient servant, O.G."

“Christine!” Carlotta screeched, outraged.

“Whatever next?” Andre snapped

“It's all a ploy to help Christine!” Carlotta continued.

“This is insane.” Firmin exclaimed.

Carlotta quickly shouted out. “I know who sent this;” she jabbed an accusing finger at my husband. “The Vicomte; her lover!” I turned to face Raoul, wondering deep down if this was true.

Raoul wrapped an arm around my waist. “Indeed?” Raoul said, irony dripping in his voice before turning his attention to the others. “Can you believe this?”

“Signora!” Andre protested.

“O traditori!” Carlotta continued, in a fit of rage as the managers continued to try and sooth her.

“This is a joke!”

“This changes nothing!”

“O mentitori!” Carlotta screeched at them and they tried again to calm her.

“Signora!” Firmin tried.

“You are our star!” Andre followed.

“And always will be!”

“Signora.”

“The man is mad”

“We don't take orders!”

“Miss Daae will be playing the Pageboy, the silent role.” Firmin announced to everyone.

Andre, catching on joined in. “Carlotta will be playing the lead!”

Carlotta ignored them and continued with waxing melodrama that only she could accomplish. “It's useless trying to appease me! You're only saying this to please me! Signori, Š vero? Non, non, non voglio udire! Lasciatemi morire! O padre mio! Dio!”

“Who scorn his word, beware to those the angel sees, the angel knows.” I warned as Carlotta turned on the manager's again.

“You have reviled me!” she turned from them and began to make her way through the opera, the managers on her heels and the Girys, Raoul and I following after. “You have rebuked me!”

“Signora, pardon us.” The managers spoke.

“You have replaced me!” Carlotta snapped.

“Please, Signora, we beseech you.” The managers were beginning to sound desperate.

“This hour shall see your darkest fears.” I warned.

“I must see her.” Raoul and Meg said together

“Abbandonata! Deseredata! O, sventurata!” Carlotta continued.

Giry moved forward and took my am. “The angel knows, the angel hears.”

“Where did she go?” Raoul asked quietly, speaking to no one in particular.

“Abbandonata! Disgraziata!” Carlotta continued.

“Signora, sing for us! Don't be a martyr.” the managers begged.

“What new surprises lie in store?” Giry’s, Meg’s and mine voices became one as we all looked to Carlotta.

The managers approached her lovingly. “Your public needs you!” Andre said dramatically.

“We need you, too!” Firmin added.

“Would you not rather have your precious little ingenue?” Carlotta said, unassuaged, her lips curling into an unappealing sneer at the last word.

“Signora, no! The world wants you!” the two managers quickly disagreed before the two adopted their most persuasive attitudes and I rolled my eyes, disgusted by the scene in front of me. “Prima donna first lady of the stage! Your devotees are on their knees to implore you!”

“Can you bow out when they're shouting your name?” Andre questioned.

“Think of how they all adore you!” Firmin said sweetly before there voices merged again..

“Prima donna, enchant us once again!

“Think of your muse.”

“And of the queues round the theatre!”

“Can you deny us the triumph in store? Sing, prima donna, once more!”

Carlotta smiled and nodded, registering her acceptance as the managers continued to cajole her while the three of us watched.

“Christine spoke of an angel.” Raoul murmured.

“Prima donna your song shall live again!” Carlotta said to herself in triumph.

“Think of your public!” The managers said to Carlotta

“You took a snub but there's a public who needs you!” Carlotta continued.

“She has heard the voice of the angel of music.” Giry murmured to me and I knew immediately that she was talking about Christine.

“Those who hear your voice liken you to an angel!” The managers complimented.

“Think of their cry of undying support!” Carlotta sang.

”Is this her angel of music?” Raoul said and I gazed around the room, looking for some sign that Erik was listening.

Andre leaned over and whispered to Firmin. “We get our opera."

“She gets her limelight” Firmin replied in the same tone.

“Follow where the limelight leads you! You'll sing again, and to unending ovation!” Carlotta sang, caught up in the moment.

“Is this ghost an angel or a madman?” Giry asked, almost silently.

“Leading ladies are a trial!” The managers whispered.

“This miscasting will invite damnation.” I whispered to Madame Giry and she nodded.

“Tears. oaths. Lunatic demands are regular occurrences!” The two managers said with annoyance before the persuasive looks returned.

“Bliss or damnation? Which has claimed her?” Meg asked.

“Think how you'll shine in that final encore! Sing, prima donna, once more!” Carlotta said, a far away look in her eyes.

”Oh fools, to have flouted his warnings!” I snapped loudly.

“Surely he'll strike back.” Meg whispered to me.

“Surely there'll be further scenes, worse than this!” The managers said simply.

”I must see these demands are rejected!” Raoul said, a set look in his eye

“Who'd believe a diva happy to relieve a chorus girl, who's gone and slept with the patron? Raoul and the soubrette, entwined in love's duet! Although he may demur, he must have been with her!” I tried desperately to ignore the managers as they continued to talk about my husband and Christine. “You'd never get away with all this in a play, but if it's loudly sung and in a foreign tongue it's just the sort of story audiences adore, in fact a perfect opera!” Firmin and Andre said.

“His game is over!’ Raoul said confidently and I gripped his arm, trying to gain his attention.

“This is a game you cannot hope to win!” I warned, my voice growing desperate.

“And in Box Five a new game will begin.” Raoul said and my grip on his arm tightened.

“For, if his curse is on this opera…” I trailed off and Meg spoke.

“But if his curse is on this opera”

“Prima donna the world is at your feet! A nation waits, and how it hates to be cheated!” Andre and Firmin continued, in their element.

“The stress that falls upon a famous prima donna! Terrible diseases, coughs and colds and sneezes! Still, the dryest throat will reach the highest note, in search of perfect opera!” Carlotta’s voice carried, filling the room.

I glanced around me, worried about what would happen if Erik were listening. “then I fear the outcome.”

“Christine plays the Pageboy, Carlotta plays the Countess.” Raoul mumbled.

I continued as if he wasn’t there. “should you dare to” Meg’s voice overlaid mine as she joined in. “when you once again,”

Our voices all merged together. “Light up the stage with that age old rapport! Sing, prima donna, once more!”

Out of nowhere the Phantom’s voice boomed out. “So, it is to be war between us! If these demands are not met, a disaster beyond your imagination will occur!”

I felt fear grip my heart and I looked to my husband, praying that he wouldn’t be collateral damage in this war.

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queencocoakimmie · 5 years

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Only You

Chapter 1

Duncan Shepherd x Female Reader

Word Count: +1700

A/n: This is my first Duncan fic. It’s been on my mind for months now. I absolutely love this character, so I hope I do him justice.

Summary: Vanessa Rivera is a no-nonsense girl from Texas. She moved to D.C to attend George Washington University Law School, where she takes evening classes and works at a nice restaurant during the day. Her life is boring, with the occasional fling with a guy named, Scott. Then Duncan Shepherd shows up one day at her restaurant and introduces a little bit of chaos into her life. The good and the bad.

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“Vanessa, can you start table 5 for me? I’ve already gotten their drinks, so just take their orders. I’m swamped over here. Table 3 keeps sending their food back.”

She knew I was about to leave, she saw my backpack slung over my shoulder. “Dios mio, Lizzie, I have class in a little while. You know that.” She looked at me with pleading eyes, “Please, I’ll owe you one, I swear.” I sighed and put my bag back down, “You owe me 5 actually.” She gave me a hug as I picked up my pen and pad, “You really are such a good friend,” She sings as she walks away.

I plaster a fake smile on my face and walk over to table 5. It was a booth filled with the typical good-looking D.C elites, “Oh goody,” I say to myself sarcastically. “Good afternoon, gentlemen, what can I get for you.” They all ignore me, continuing their conversations amongst one another. I repeated my question and when I still received no response, I politely told them that I’d give them a minute to look over the menu, then I’d be back. As I turn to walk away, one of them grabs my hand and laughs, “Oh we’re ready honey”, he says.

“Vanessa, is it? I’m looking for something that’s not on the menu. Can you help me with that?” said the smarmy guy to my right. He wiggled his eyebrows at me and actually high-fived the guy next to him. I sigh, “Well, Sir, our Specials aren’t on the menu, but I can place an order for one of them if you like?” I smile sweetly at him. He thinks for a minute and stifles a comment, he orders a Caesar salad instead. The other guys ordered their food without an issue. But the last guy eyed me up and down and said, “Vanessa, I’m in the mood to have some spicy. What do you recommend?” his voice was so alluring it almost lulled me into a daze.

My breath hitched in my throat and I stammered, “The, uh, spicy tomato pasta is really good and has some heat to it.” He leaned forward and said, “I bet it does, Vanessa, I bet it does. I think I’ll have that if that’s what you like?” The way he purred my name made me slightly uncomfortable and slightly something else. I nodded quickly and added his order to my notepad. I whirl around on my heel and walk to the kiosk to input their orders. Secretly happy to get away from them. But I could feel someone staring at me, so I turned back just to confirm, and I was right. His friends had gone back to talking, but he kept his eyes on me. He even smiled at me.

I was so focused on typing in the order at the kiosk, that I didn’t notice that someone had walked up to me. “Um excuse me, but…” he paused. I was so startled that I nearly jumped out of my skin, “I didn’t mean to scare you, but um, I was… looking for the restroom.” It felt like there was something else he wanted to say, but instead, he took my directions and went down the hallway. “Oh my god, V, do you know who that is?” a voice from behind me called. I turned to see the new girl, Maisie, bouncing up and down. “That is THE Duncan Shepherd. He is so hot!! Every time he comes in, I secretly wish I get his table.”

Every time he comes in?

A lightbulb went off in my head, “Maisie, I have a great idea. I’ve got to leave and get to class so you can have that table if you want. I’ve already placed their orders, you just have to bring their food out. You can even have the tips.” She squealed with excitement, “Maybe he'll even ask me for my number!!!” I nodded and gave her a thumbs up. Once I had my things, and I see that he has already made it back to the table, I start to walk out of the back door. But then I remembered that there was no parking there this morning, and I had to park across the street from the restaurant. Meaning, if I wanted to leave, I’d have to walk right past their table and him to get to the exit.

I take a deep breath and begin my trek to the front door. “Aw Vanessa, did we scare you away?” one of them calls after me in a mocking tone. I turn to smile at them, but I see only him, and his blue eyes are locked onto mine. Is that a flash of disappointment I detect on his face? I shake my head and quickly walk out of the door. I felt like I had been holding my breath the entire time.

Amongst all the fancy cars on this side of the street, sat my little old red Volkswagen Beetle. I found relief as I got in and sat down. Before I pull off though, I just happen to look out of the window towards the restaurant and see that Duncan is staring right at me. His friends still consumed in their conversation, but he was watching me. I wave at him awkwardly and drive off. Cursing myself for being so foolish. Foolish enough to think that maybe we both felt a tiny connection. “Nope, just me and my unrealistic view of guys,” I say.

Class went by so slowly. My mother kept texting me. Wanting to make sure that I was eating right and sleeping right. Hoping that I had finally gotten rid of that pendejo Scott. “I know, ma. He’s no good. But we’re just having fun.” I text back to her. Deep down I know, it’s not really what I want. I’m caring and kind. I just want my guy to be the same, to take the time to care. Or even to remember my birthday, for that matter. Scott was the one piece of the puzzle that didn’t fit. I mean, we used to hook up a couple of times a week. Now? I barely even hear from him anymore. It definitely didn’t feel good. I wasn’t naïve enough to think that an ultra-rich guy like him, and his fancy family would ever really accept a poor Mexican girl, like me, from Texas. My family were immigrants, that came over from Culiacan in the 1980s. His family? They own half of Washington. “Mija, you’re a good girl. You need a good boy who will be nice to you.” I stare at that text until class is over. Damn, why does she always have to be right?

Hours later, as I was stepping out of the shower, I hear my phone ring. “It’s almost midnight, who’d be calling me this late”, I say to myself. I towel off quickly, throw on my bathrobe and run to it. “Lizzie, are you ok? What’s going on”, I ask. She laughs and tells me that she’s fine but that she needs to give me a heads up. I ask her if someone called in sick for tomorrow, she says no, but I can tell she’s nervous about something.

“Ok, V, don’t be mad at me. Promise you won’t get mad, please?” I shake my head as though she can see it, “I can’t make promises, but I’ll try to be understanding,” I say. “Ok, you remember that table you took for me? The rich guys?” "Yes”, I tell her, “I remember.” She clears her throat, “Well, one of the guys came up to me asking about you.” I say nothing, and she continues, “Well…he wanted your phone number and though I would never give it out, I did tell him that you’d be working tomorrow.” “What?” I yell into the phone, “Who Lizzie, which one was it.”

“Duncan Shepherd.”

After a moment or two of shock, I ask, “Why would you tell him anything about me? We don’t know him. He could be some crazy stalker or something”. She scoffs and said, “Honestly, I thought I was being a good friend. You need a nice guy, V. Whatever it is that you have with Scott isn’t working. Is it like a friends with benefits thing? Are y’all together?” She goes on and on and though I know she’s right about Scott, it still feels like a punch in the gut. I tell her it’s ok and thank her for looking out for me and I’ll see her tomorrow.

After we hang up, I sit on my bed, still in my bathrobe and I Google Mr. Duncan Shepherd. He’s very smart, graduated from an Ivy League university, top of his class, of course. A philanthropist and a talented writer. I can also see that he is developing an app for the Shepherd Freedom Foundation. Hmm…that’s impressive. But then I fall down the rabbit hole of images of him. Scrolling through dozens of pictures of beautiful blonde women on his arm for various Charity events. Holding his hand, kissing him on his cheek. I click on a link and it takes me to some girl’s Instagram page. He’s featured prominently on it. The two of them mid-embrace. There’s one of them in a pool, kissing. There’s even one of him with nothing on but a towel.

“Aargh”, I let out a strangled moan and throw my phone down. I flop backward onto my bed and stare at the ceiling. I don’t know what it is that’s drawn me to him. But, I can't stop thinking about he looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes. Or the way he smiled at me with those perfect pink lips. I can imagine how his hands would feel on the small of my back. I can't stop myself from thinking about his tongue would taste. I wonder what his beard feels like on the inside of my thigh. I audibly sigh and say to no one in particular, "I need to stay away from him. He's probably just like all those other guys. He's probably just like Scott" Right?

A text at 2 a.m. chimes on my phone and wakes me from my sleep. I roll over and fumble to turn on the light. Surprise sends shocks down my spine when I look at my lock screen.

“Looked up your number and wanted to see if I could take you out to dinner this weekend? Text me if you can. Text me even if you can’t. Just text me.”

-DS

It was him.

Duncan…Shepherd.

/Chapter 2/ /Chapter 3/ /Chapter 4/ /Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10

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dontshootmespence · 7 years

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Passive-Aggressive Partnership

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 @coveofmemories

Part 9

Note: I wanted to have one of the team members interview a victim in Spanish. I used Google translate, so there will undoubtedly be mistakes. Just, bear with me.

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“College roommates Colin Kincaid and Robert Mobley were found in an alleyway outside a local bar with their genitals cut off,” Hotch started as Reid walked into the Bureau that morning. After getting changed into new clothes, he and Y/N took separate cars so she could get to examining these two victims. “By the lack of blood in the alleyway, it’s likely that they weren’t killed there, but dumped.”

As JJ rifled through the pictures, handing one off to Spencer who was just sitting down, she noted the brutality of the wounds. “The one victim looks like a clean slice, the other…”

“The other looks like it was ripped off,” Morgan said, shaking with the thought. For some reason anytime something happened to one guy’s parts, it was a community feel, with all guys subtly protecting themselves.

“Oh my god,” Garcia exclaimed, walking into the room to see the grotesque picture on the screen. Freezing in place, she pointed at Rossi, who was holding the remote, and then pointed at the screen. “Please, tell me when it’s gone. I don’t need that in 1080p.”

“All good,” he said, causing the pictures to vanish and the victims’ pictures to come up instead. “We all have hard copies anyway.”

While Penelope booted up her laptop to start a general search, Emily made her contribution. “Whoever we’re dealing with definitely has a lot of rage built up. These men could be surrogates for someone that abused them in the past.”

“Considering the injuries, they could also be sexual assailants themselves and this is about revenge,” Reid said. For the only wound to be in the genital area was odd, unless that was the source of the unsub’s anger for one reason or another.

“Garcia,” Hotch said, taking what Reid said and running with it, “Do either of the victims have a record?”

Garcia slapped away on the keyboard, the pitter-patter of keys sounding like a light falling of rain. “Oh do they ever,” she started, immediately pulling up not only their records, but two articles from local papers and posting them to the TV screen. “Colin and Robert were both accused of raping a recent immigrant to the United States, Magdalena Sanchez. Ms. Sanchez claims that the two raped her while she was on her way home from work one day last spring, but both boys have fathers with quite a lot of moolah to throw around if you know what I mean.” As she filtered through the information, Emily said what everyone was thinking.

“I hate the fact that we have to find who did this and put them away.”

“Me too,” Rossi replied. “But we can’t have vigilantes running around.”

Emily sighed, “I know, but I wish people couldn’t play the system.”

“Me too. It’s disgusting,” Garcia interrupted, “but Girl Genius here has a little more information for you. Not only did both boys have the best defense lawyer in the area on retainer, courtesy of their fathers of course, but the fathers also made generous donations to the college, presumably to have them downplay what happened.”

Spencer scoffed. “Disgusting.”

“Our likely profile is that of a vigilante,” Hotch said, starting up with their orders for the day. “Which means we are already ahead of the game in regards to tracking him down. JJ, I want you to go to the college and interview the dean. Given that these boys had the best defense lawyer in the area, I doubt we are going to be able to interview the fathers just yet. Morgan, you and Rossi go to the alley where they were found. Emily, I want you to go and interview Ms. Sanchez. And Reid, you and I will head to the ME’s office to see if she’s made on progress on our two victims.”

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On the way to the ME’s office, which at this point, Reid wanted to be going to alone, Hotch hinted at the topic of the two of them. “She’s good,” Reid said, wanting to be truthful but also not wanting to divulge too much. “We’re good. And we have no problem working together just so you know.”

“I never doubted that,” Hotch said, pulling up to the ME’s office. “Let’s go see if she has any information for us.”

If Reid had come alone, he would’ve walked in and kissed her (even though it had only been a few hours since they’d last seen each other), but with Hotch in tow, he knew it wouldn’t be appropriate. Although neither was the makeout session in her office before they started dating. “Morning, Agent Hotchner,” she greeted. If Reid were her, he would’ve said good morning to both, because leaving him out would undoubtedly lead his boss to believe that he’d spent the night at her place. “There honestly isn’t a whole lot to discuss when it comes to cause of death. Both men died from loss of blood directly related to having their penises cut off,” she grimaced.

“We noticed from the crime scene photos that one looked like it was cleaner than the other,” Reid said, attempting to act as professional as possible. It was a little difficult considering she’d decided to wear a jewel green tank top and blazer that morning. The top was dangerously low, but she didn’t seem to care. That was another reason he liked her, much more confident and carefree than he.

When Y/N looked up she could see a smile paint the corners of Hotchner’s face. Of course he knew about last night. Spencer only worked with the best after all. But if he wanted to be aloof about the two of them then that was fine by her. “Yes, one was cleaner than the other. Robert’s looks like it was cut off with a straight-edge knife, while Colin’s was removed with a serrated knife. Given that the only wound was the unfortunate appendage removal, I can’t tell what kind of knife was used on Robert, but Colin’s I will be able to tell the exact model after a little more time. I just haven’t gotten to that yet.”

“So two different knives, or two killers with a different knife?” Spencer thought out loud.

Hotch knew the unlikelihood of two different killers in a situation like this - that at least from the looks of it - was very pointedly about sexual revenge, but he also knew it couldn’t be ruled out either. “It’s likely just different knives, but this early on, we obviously can’t rule out the possibility of two killers.”

“Do you have any inkling about what this was about?” Y/N asked. She knew Spencer would tell her if they were alone, but with Agent Hotchner here, it was a toss up. “This seems like a very pointed attack, at least from a medical point of view.”

“Obviously, we aren’t sure yet, but both men were accused of rape. Never convicted,” he replied.

Y/N looked up, glancing between the head agent and her boyfriend, wondering if she should say what she was thinking, but if she knew Emily, and she was pretty sure she did, Emily had already said what she was thinking. “Do you have to find who did this? Because I’m sure you will, but I’m also not sure if I want you too.”

“Unfortunately yes,” Spencer said. “That’s all you can tell us for now, right?”

She shook her head, promising she’d be in contact later with any knew information. “Keep me updated.”

“We will,” Hotch said. “Thank you.”

As Hotch left the room, Spencer turned around quickly to give Y/N a kiss goodbye. “See you later.”

“Bye, babe,” she said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

—–

Back at the local station, Morgan, Hotch, Reid and Rossi went over the information they’d gathered; Emily and JJ had yet to return. “Y/N said that Robert was cut with a straight-edge knife, while Colin was cut with a serrated knife,” Spencer said as he sat down at the table.

Hotch had stopped by the lead officer and overheard a few of the officers talking about Colin and Robert’s case. Apparently, the cops didn’t believe the men were rapists. This precinct was also the one that handled their case. Carefully, he shut the door and called Garcia. “Garcia.”

“You’ve reached the fountain of all knowledge, boss man. How may I help you?”

“Garcia, I need you to check into the financial background’s of the cops at the station, specifically the ones that handled Colin and Robert’s case.”

“You think the fathers of the victims paid off some of the cops too?” she asked incredulously. “If they took any nefarious bribes, your minion will be sure to find the evidence. I will hit you back when I have something.”

“What did the two of you find in the alleyway?” Hotch asked of Morgan and Rossi.

Morgan deferred to Rossi as he was looking through papers. “There was minimal blood in the alley. There’s no way they were killed there especially if Y/N said that they died from loss of blood. It was definitely a body dump.”

“So all we need to find is the actual crime scene, the murder weapons, and the killer or killers,” Spencer said unenthusiastically. “Hopefully, Emily and JJ come back with something useful, because right now, we don’t have much.”

—–

Knocking on the door outside Magdalena Sanchez’s apartment, Emily waited for the chance to interview her. It was unlikely that she was the killer, but they needed to rule her out. When she answered the door, she could see how scared she was, her eyes darting from side to side and down to badge Emily was holding.

“Hola, Mi nombre es Emily Prentiss. Estoy con el FBI. Puedo hacerle algunas preguntas sobre Colin Kincaid y Robert Mobley?”

The woman began to close the door. Emily thought she’d lost her chance, but she unlocked it, inviting her inside with a quiet smile. “Que hay de ellos?”

She began by telling her that both of her accused rapists were dead - the relief washing over her as tears cascaded down her cheeks. “Aye dios mio,” she exclaimed as her hands came up to cover her face. She has been scared to go to work. With them gone, she might finally be able to not live in fear - at least from them. Despite all she gained from their deaths, Emily knew the minute she said they’d died, that Magdalena wasn’t the one that killed them.

“Sabes quién pudo haber hecho esto?” Do you know who could’ve done this? Magdalena said she didn’t have anyone here. Her family was back home because she’d come here for work. Since she got here, about a year and a half prior, she’d been working for a cleaning company that made a point of hiring immigrants needing a fresh start. Emily wondered if anyone made a point of asking about the two men before.

“Not personally,” she said, but someone she didn’t know, a man, had asked her if she knew the two men, pointing to them in an article and asking if she was the victim.

“And you don’t know who he was?” Emily asked. This was a true vigilante.

Magdalenda shook her head. “I’ve never seen him b-before,” she stuttered, “But if he killed them, he is mi héroe.” Before leaving, Prentiss asked if Magdalena would come to the station the next morning to give a description of the man. Thankfully, she agreed.

“Thank you so much for your time, Ms. Sanchez,” Emily said, placing her hand over hers as she got up to leave. Magdalena definitely wasn’t their killer, but at least one of them was probably this mystery man, taking revenge on rapists that bought their way through the system.

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Paladin Drabble #4

Keith was lying in bed wishing he was dead…

He didn’t even know what he had or where he had caught it from but it was kicking his ass. His entire face felt like his was packed full of cement and his limbs were heavy, feeling achy and stiff. All around he just felt miserably ill.

Normally he’s just take some medicine and crash for a couple of days, but he had completely forgot to restock from the last time he was sick. He would ask his roommate to grab him some but he was out with his girlfriend so Keith didn’t want to inconvenience him.

So here he was, stuck lying in bed miserable until someone found him, ‘hopefully still alive’, he thought to himself being a little over dramatic.

Just as he was about to give up and leave the warm confines of his bed, to go get medicine, someone knocked on his door.

Now Keith wasn’t one to usually get visitors so he assumed that it was probably someone looking for his roommate Shiro. The boy was popular after all, so he figured that it probably wasn’t important and that he could just lay there till they went away.

The person on the other end of the door apparently thought differently as they knocked again clearly anxious for someone to answer.

Groaning Keith rolled out of bed stumbling to his feet as he swayed a bit, trying to regain his balance before heading to the door.

Opening it he was met with, somewhat familiar, nervous blue eyes. Before he could even say anything the boy in front of him began talking,” Hey we’re in the same astronomy class and I noticed you weren’t here today.”

So, that’s where Keith recognized him from, he was the boy that sat behind him, occasionally trying to pick a fight with him. What was his name Larry…or something like that?

“I’m Lance by the way, I decided to bring over a copy of my notes so that you wouldn’t be behind and…dude, are you okay?” He asked, Keith could feel himself loosing focus as he the other boy continued talking.

“Yeah I…I’m fine…” He said as the room started to spin a bit, making him dizzy and a bit confused, stumbling forward.

Luckily Lance was quick, catching him in his arms steadying him, “Whoa crap you’re really sick, here let me help you back to bed.” He said slinging Keith’s arm over his shoulder.

Keith really wanted to protested but he couldn’t get his brain to form the words so he let Lance help him inside and back to bed. The other boy got him tucked under the covers, and Keith closed his eye trying to stop things from spinning.

“Where’s your medicine?” Lance asked, getting into mother hen mode,” Have you taken anything yet?” Keith shook his head, looking up at the other boy,” Don’t have any…” He croaked miserably.

Lance looked horrified by this idea,” Dios mios, well what in the world were planning on doing?” He said, rolling his eye’s huffing a bit,” Planning on laying here sick and miserable till someone found you?”

Keith’s face flushed a shade darker as the idea did sound a bit silly now that he heard it aloud,” …No.” He lied, obviously.

Lance shook his head sighing,” Hold on a minute I’ve got to run to my room for somethings, it’s just down the hall.” He said before disappearing out the door, leaving Keith a bit dazed and confused as to why this boy he’d never spoken to seemed so determined to help him.

It took Lance a while to do whatever he was doing, and Keith nearly dozed off, till the shuffling of someone entering the room woke him.

Lance is arms were chocked full of various items, such as different types of medicines and something that looked like a humidifier,” Okay I got the stuff, the humidifiers Hunk’s but don’t worry I texted him and he said you could borrow it.” He said getting it hooked up turning it on.

Lance took a thermometer out of one of the bags shaking it before sticking it in Keith’s mouth before he could protest any of this. The numbers slowly climbed as he waited for it to beep.

When it did Lance pulled it out of his mouth before he even got a chance to look at the reading, clicking his tongue disapprovingly,” Just what I thought, a fever.”

Brushing Keith’s sweaty bangs away from his face Lance stuck something cool too his forehead, reaching up he felt slick plastic under his fingers. Of what he could only assume was one of those gel fever patches that he never bothered to buy because they were so expensive.

He was too awe struck to say anything, not that he knew what to say.

Lance was reading the back of a pill bottle before dumping two into his hand,” Here it says take two of these every six to eight hours.” He said, handing him a cool bottle of water from his back urging him to take the pills.

Keith took the pills and water popping them in his mouth swallowing them with some water, nearly downing the whole bottle, not realizing how thirsty he was.

Lance stood there shifting awkwardly, foot to foot looking uncertain of his next actions, so Keith took the opportunity to speak up.

“Why?” He asked, the only question on his mind, seemingly catching the other boy off guard,” Why what?” Lance asked, not sure what Keith was asking.

“I mean why help me?” Keith said, his voice small and weak as he didn’t understand the other boy’s kindness towards him.

“Oh well because you were alone I guess and I just could leave you like that.” He answered, looking at the ground a blush creeping up his tan face. Worried that he’d overstepped his boundaries, tending to do that often

Instead the other boy thanked him, look shy and a little nervous and adorable to Lance, “So if you want I could stick around until your roommate gets back.”

Keith contemplated this for a moment, before patting the spot next to him. Lance sat down next to him in the bed.

They talked for hours about anything and everything, till both eventually fell asleep. Shiro finding them like that with a smile on his face, glad someone was looking after Keith when he couldn’t. Covering them both up with the blanket he turned out the light heading to his own bed to quietly work on a paper.

Leaving the other two boys to sleep in peace.

Based on this prompt: 9. “Hi so i know we haven’t talked before but we have French Literature together and i noticed you’ve been gone and since we’re on the same dormitory floor i thought i’d stop by and give you my really thorough notes and oh wow you’re rEALLY sick are you ok?”

And requested by @403secret I hope you like it!!!

#Voltron #Sickfic #College AU #keith #Lance #Klance

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