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sweatervest-obsessed · 4 months

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Violent Delights Have Violent Ends - Part 2

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

WC: 1.8k

TW: Serial killers, murders, blood, referencing to infidelity, descriptions of dead bodies, bugs

A/N: Enjoy part 2 babes!!!!

Part 1

The worst part about a crime scene was not seeing the dead bodies, it was smelling them as soon as you entered the house. However, seeing them was not exactly great either.

This would have been much better advice than Derek telling you seeing a dead body for the first time can be a bit freaky.

You don’t really know why you agreed to go to the crime scene, but God did you fucking regret it now. Your eyes were starting to water and your hands were ever so slightly shaking. It was clear to you that all the profilers around you knew what you felt. Even if you were hard to read, they would have known just by the way you stopped talking.

Hotch gently put his hand on your arm, causing you to jump slightly and give him a small smile. He led you both to the kitchen to sit down for a moment, giving you a moment away from the whole scene.

Looking at the pictures was so different than seeing it in person. Someone actually dipped their hand in the neck of someone else and wrote on the wall in their blood. And they were cold and calculated enough to put gloves on first so there was no DNA left behind. Fucking psychopath.

“Y/n?”

You looked up from your hands and let out a curt laugh when a tear fell down your cheek. “Shit. Sorry.” Quickly wiping it away, you looked back down at your hands. “Sorry, I just….”

“It’s a lot.”

“Why–why do you need me here Hotch.”

He nodded and looked back at the living room. “Because we have a feeling the way he’s positioning the bodies might help us figure something else out, and you are our resident expert.”

“Don’t let Reid hear you say that. He might just have an aneurysm.” You muttered, a small smile on your face.

It got Hotch to smile in response. “He knows that you know more about this than him. Don’t worry. Can you get back in there or would you like us to take pictures and send them to you?”

You shook your head and stood up. “I’m fine. Just an initial shock I guess. Thank you, Hotch.”

The two of you walked back into the living room, and you were still grateful that you decided to forgo lunch, not giving your stomach any ammo in case it decided to evacuate your body.

The scene was gruesome. The wife’s body was lying on the floor in front of the fireplace arms above her head as if she was lifting something. Her blonde hair had been stained red, almost purposefully with blood, and braided into two long braids that came down the front of her chest. The only indication of any blood on her body, besides the gaping wound on her neck, was that the palms of her hands were coated in now-dried blood.

“It’s um.” You closed your eyes for a second. “It’s John Singer Sargent.”

“The famous painter?” Spencer turned to look at you from across the room where he had been talking to Prentiss.

You nodded. “His, uh. Ellen Terry as Lady Macbeth, where she um, lifts the crown onto her head…It’s massive, like seven feet tall, four feet wide, at the Tate Britain in London.”

“What does this have to do with her.” Derek gestured to the corpse on the floor. Spencer, who noted that you really couldn’t take your eyes off of the body, pulled out his phone and quickly found the painting you were referencing.

“Oh wow,” Morgan muttered. “He even dressed her in the same shade of green…”

“It’s one of the most famous portrayals of Lady Macbeth out there. Her dress was decorated with….” Your eyes widened.

“With what.” Hotch walked over to you and looked between you and the body, and then over to Spencer. “What was her dress decorated with.”

Spencer quickly made his way over to you and kneeled next to the wife. “Oh my god.”

“Will someone tell me what’s going on?” Derek crossed his arms, unamused by the lack of information being spread around.

“Beetles. Ellen Terry’s dress was decorated with the wings of beetles.” You spoke up. _________________________________________________________

Spencer had volunteered to drive you back to the station so that you could look at the actual bodies of the previous victims to see if you could find more details that they had missed.

“This one, Spencer, she’s uh…” You bit your lip, looking at the first set of victims. “This was the Romeo and Juliet one right? Because she’s draped on top of him like every production and painting of Romeo and Juliet I’ve ever seen. If we have to go specifics then I would say probably “The Reconciliation of the Montagues and Capulets” by Leighton. And the um…” You placed that image down and hunted for another one.

“And this one is the Hamlet one since she’s positioned exactly like Ophelia in Sir John Everett Milais’ painting. The Pre-Raphelite one with all the flowers. Look at the sheet the unsub placed her on, it’s completely floral, and did the autopsy come back saying she had drowned, or was drowned and then resuscitated or something?”

Spencer nodded. He was honestly in awe of you. The way you reset your head when you left the crime scene. The urgency you had developed. The sheer breadth of knowledge you possessed just continued to make him fall head first for you. Not that he could ever do anything about it since you lived in London half of the time, and he was always traveling around the US with no sort of set schedule.

“And…uh, where is it.”

“What are you looking for?”

“The one with the, uh, um. What the fuck was that guy’s name?”

Spencer looked at you with a furrowed brow. “Are you talking about Caesar?”

“YES. God. I always forget his name. Portia. She swallowed hot coals to kill herself right? But in the picture…” You pulled the photo out of the depths of the pile. “There’s a wound on the wife’s leg. Her cause of death was bleeding out, right? With the way she’s draped on the bed, and her husband is in the other room, it’s not the show. I think it’s the baroque piece of Portia by, uh, um…oh shit what was her name….”

Watching you work literally made Spencer’s heart want to bleed. He would actually propose to you on the spot if it wasn’t an extremely insensitive time to do so, and also you weren’t even dating. It was baffling to him that he had only known you for three days.

“Elisabetta Sirani!” You pulled out your phone and looked up the picture, and lo and behold, it matched the body.

“I think that it’s an art student, or someone heavily involved in art. Some of these are famous paintings, sure, but others? There’s a history there Spence. I only know these paintings because of my Ph.D. Sirani is not as common an artist as she should be.”

He sputtered at the nickname but quickly recovered. “I’ll call Hotch and let him know.”

You smiled at him and he smiled right back at you.

There was too long of a pause. It shouldn’t have happened at all really. But the sheriff knocked on the door, misinterpreting the stare for something more aggressive. “I don’t mean to break up whatever yelling session is about to happen, but the autopsy report came back…those were real wings.”

You looked back over at Spencer. “Tell him to get the team back. You guys need to give the profile.” _____________________________________________________________

“I just don’t understand where someone even gets that many beetle wings. It’s not like you can order them online and have them shipped to your house.”

“That tells you how premeditated this was then.”

“Woman, where have you been all our lives.”

You laughed and Derek smiled over at you.

“No, seriously Y/n. I never thought Art history could be so…”

“Violent?” You guessed, smirking slightly and shaking her head. “There’s a painting I think yo should look up Derek. Well a few of them—Saturn Devouring His Son by Goya is a favorite of mine, and then Judith Beheading Holofernes by Virmiglio has a shit ton of blood in it…or if you want some heartbreak, I am personally fond of Caleron’s Broken Vows, or anything portraying the Kiss of Franchesca and Paulo.”

“I just don’t get how you can store all of this in your head.” Derek pulled up to the college campus and flashed his badge at the campus security, who let him through the gate.

“Well, I don’t know how to take apart a gun, and then put it back together, let alone fire it. We all have our different skills.”

This caused Derek to laugh. “Touche.”

The two of you pulled up to the building with the offices of the Art History faculty and looked around the campus. “This is a massive campus, Derek. I’m pretty sure they have an MA and a Ph.D. in Art History beyond undergrad…”

“Believe it or not, this is not our first murderous college student case.”

You rolled your eyes. “Great. It’s good to know the youth of America are doing alright.”

That caused Derek to crack a smile. “Well. Let’s go find this professor and see what we can find out.”

The trek across campus brought you back to your college days. It was kind of nice to see that kids still hung out on the lawns and with one another, not just staring at their phones and laptops all of the time.

The both of you made your way up to the stairs of this slightly blocky building. It felt a bit like a museum with the amount of artifacts that they kept on the first and second floors, but as you walked through the fifth floor offices, your face started to fall.

“Derek what was the name of the professor we were supposed to talk to?” You whispered, slowly moving to a stop.

He turned and looked at you. “uh…Doctor Kolek, why?”

You pointed to the door you stopped in front of.

It was slightly ajar and looked as if the lock had been busted. Morgan quickly, pulled out his gun and shoved you behind him, calling out the woman’s name as you both held your breath.

When there was no response, Derek slowly pushed the door open. Her office was a wreck, as if someone had taken a sledgehammer to it. Papers were scattered, there were frames on the floor, and a dent in the wall as if someone had tried to throw something at someone. You called out the woman’s name again, only to gasp. Derek turned and faced the same way you were looking.

Doctor Kolek was face down on the floor. There was no blood around her, and the room didn’t smell like death, so that was a good sign, but she was clearly unconscious. Derek quickly rolled her over and checked for her vitals.

“She’s still breathing. Call a medic.”

You scrambled to pull out your phone, dialing 911.

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liiilyevans · 10 months

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Ao3 still down? Are you receiving prompts yet?

If you are, I go different and ask Bleur announcing/find out being pregnant

For you, I will always be receiving prompts! As always, my French is very limited to please be nice :)

Bill had just finished packing and was taking a break when Fleur stepped into their bedroom. He was headed back to Egypt for three weeks, and Fleur was coming with him. Gringotts hadn't mentioned a permanent placement, but Bill was hoping that would be the next step. He needed to get out of Britain where the air still dripped with his brother's blood and the crimes of war.

Only Fleur didn't look happy. She looked pale and unkept.

"What's wrong?" Bill asked from his spot on the bed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed to get up and go to her, but Fleur was already across the room and crawling into his lap. That was when Bill knew that something was terribly wrong.

Fleur wasn't affectionate like this. She was teasing fingertips, lingering kisses, and light foot brushes. She wasn't clingy. Bill gently stroked her hair as she tucked her face into his neck, wondering exactly how he was supposed to comfort her when he'd never seen her like this.

"Mon amour, mon amour," she said softly.

"Je t'aime, je t'aime," he whispered as he kissed her forehead. "Ça ne va pas?"

Fleur just shook her head in response. Panic started to roil in Bill's stomach because in all the time he'd known her, Fleur had never been quiet. She was outspoken, perhaps too much. When she was upset, she raged like a sandstorm. This should have been no different. Yet she refused to tell him what was wrong.

"Fleur," he said, brushing the hair away from her face. "You're scaring me."

"I am pregnant."

The words froze something inside of him, turned it cold as ice. Pregnant. A baby. His baby. He and Fleur. Parents. His brain was short circuiting as he tried to comprehend what she'd just said.

He and Fleur had talked about babies, about having them in the very distant future. Once. First, they were supposed to go to Egypt. First, they were supposed to have their own adventures. First, they were supposed to live and grown together.

Now those firsts were all shattered like ice shards.

"Bill?" Fleur whispered. When he glanced down at her, he realized she was looking at him with fear in her eyes. Hurt zinged through his chest. He didn't ever want her to look at him like that.

"It'll be ok," he said gently. "We'll cancel the Egypt trip. I'll tell Bogrot that I can't go. We'll talk to Mum. Talk to your mum. We'll figure it out."

"You should still go to Egypt," she said as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "You were so looking forward to it."

Bill pressed a kiss to her hand. "That doesn't matter anymore."

He was going to be a father. Fuck.

#i'm on the angst train today #i'm sorry #bleur #bill weasley #fleur delacour #bill x fleur #my writing #answered #i really don't think vic was planned tho

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eraserdude6226 · 2 years

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Happy Fourth of July!

July Fourth, 1776. Only 246 years ago. Many nations have been around for a lot longer then that. France, for example, has been around for over a thousand years – roughly 5 times al longer as the United States. So how did we, as a fledgling nation, manage to assume greatness in such a short time?

Well, sit down and let me tell you a tale. You may or may not know this about me, but when my son was in Boy Scouts, I was merit badge counselor for the three citizenships required for Eagle – Citizenship in Community, World, and the Nation. I always told that my scouts that the reason the original colonists came to the United States is because no one else wanted them. They were so independent that no nation wanted them to rabble rouse there, so they said get out. Well, they did and founded what was to become the greatest nation on God’s green earth.

The Fourth of July is the day that we most associate with the founding of our great nation, but the groundwork for that fateful day was set into motion a long time before that. Now I could go on here about the Stamp Act or the Boston Tea Party or the Boston Massacre but I don’t want to bore you with a history lesson. No the reason that I want to talk to you about the Fourth of July is the Declaration of Independence. If you have never read it, take some time today to do so. In this day and time, I don’t even know if it is being read in school anymore, so take 10-15 minutes and familiarize yourself with it. I just love the flair that the authors had – you don’t read anything like that anymore. I heard it the first time when I was in the Army and on an Honor Guard at a local cemetery. They had a reading of at noon on the Fourth and hearing it changed my whole perspective on the founding of this country.

This simple document, only a bit shy of 1500 words, shook the British Commonwealth enough that the British Crown sent the world’s mightiest Army and Navy to show those rebels the error of their ways and to bring those pesky Colonists back into the British fold. And you know not even all Colonists backed it. In Boston, more people DID NOT want the Declaration and to be independent of Britain that they actively worked with the British to help them win. Those Representatives that signed the Declaration knew that the very act of signing that piece of paper was, in effect, signing a death warrant for themselves and their families. To show the moxie of those first patriots, when John Hancock got to sign first with his huge signature because he was the President of the Congress, it's commonly believed that he said, "There, I guess King George will be able to read that!" Now no matter where this was posted or read, either from church top steeples, outside of Liberty Hall, or in the many town squares that dotted the countryside, the signers KNEW that they had signed a death warrant. They and their families were now criminals in the eye of the crown for the simple crime of wanting a better life for them and their progeny.

People always talk about how important the Constitution is to the United States, but I feel that the Declaration of Independence is more important. In it, the United States of America listed out all the things that the Crown had done to the Colonists and how they are “mad as hell and not going to take it anymore”! While the Declaration of Independence is strong in its language, it is very humble in its symbolism. Starting with the second paragraph of the preamble –

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, --That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, …”.

WOW, what strong language but so humble in what it means. Wars would be fought to secure those words. Patriots would give their lives in order that those principles would not die. But the passage that draws my attention is the one that states that to secure our rights, governments are formed among men and that when those governments start to usurp the role imposed on it, it is the RIGHT OF THE PEOPLE to ALTER or ABOLISH and institute new government. Pretty strong language that applies to 1776 as well as today. Thomas Jefferson once said that “The Tree of Liberty must be refreshed from time with the blood of Patriots and Tyrants” and he could not have been talking more so about today as well as 1776.

I am not advocating for an attack on the government or such, but I think that it is high time that we, the body politic, stood up to the ones that would try to master us. It’s time for us to realize the games that are being played at all levels of government – from local on up to Federal. In this day and age, the true patriot will always be on the lookout for more laws to become usurped and when that happens to become a person of action! Do not sit around and wait for it to happen, make it happen. Whether that’s writing letters, making phone calls, or campaigning for and supporting candidates that you feel will bring your values to light in whatever office they are running in – just make some time to get involved. Getting involved is the best decision that you will ever make – you’ll get to meet people and get out and see our great system in progress. If you are afraid to make that jump, just go to meetings and listen, do a little self-education and invest some time in your future.

I’ll leave you with this little lesson – The difference between “involvement” and “commitment” can be shown, very simply, in an eggs-and-ham breakfast: the chicken was “involved” – the pig was “committed”. When the signers signed the Declaration, they graduated from involved to committed. Who among you has the cojones to do that today??

Which one will you be – the chicken or the pig?

By the way – this piece is a little over 1200 words. You have spent all this time reading my post. Follow the link below and read the Declaration. Only 300 more and it would be as long as the Declaration of Independence. Take some time and read it.

https://www.archives.gov/founding-docs/declaration-transcript

Thank you and have a great day!!

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powertrumpeter · 2 months

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😱DAÑGER!! Ekpa Angrily Claps Back At Gowon For Bragging About Crushing ...

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Atrocities of Gowon against Easterners

Yakubu Gowon was a pioneer Nigerian dictator; who initiated bloodbath across the country. His half education didn’t help matters. He is the father of tribalism in Nigeria. The havoc he wrecked in his 9-year military dictatorship, is still reverberating till date. The seeds of discord he sowed decades ago among various ethnic groups, have not only germinated; but also growing and spreading rapidly, in heaps and bounds.

He emerged a military ruler from a counter coup of July 1966. Hundreds of Eastern Army Officers were killed in the process. Aguiyi Ironsi, the Head of State then, who happened to be an Igbo man, was assassinated. Gowon and his accomplices, aided and abetted the killing of Easterners (mostly Igbos), across Northern Nigeria. He falsely believed, the first military coup was carried out by Igbos, in which prominent Hausas were killed.

Over 3.5 million Igbos were massacred in the North. No single arrest the sponsored murderers was made. Instead, Gowon was making inciting statements that, “Some officers from a section of the country, connived with certain civilians, who are causing problems in the country. We are out to deal with them.”

That same year 1966, Gowon sent soldiers from Kafanchan (Zaria area), to go and kill all the “Nyamiris” (a derogatory name for Igbos) working in Minna Railway Station. They arrived by train and swiftly went into action. My father was a worker there then. Those soldiers shot dead as many of our people, as they could lay hands on. God miraculously saved my dad. He wasn’t a huge man, which helped him to hide. He hid himself somewhere inside an office. He was seeing them clearly; but they didn’t see him. God shut their eyes and delivered him, like He delivered Daniel from lions in the den. As they were slaughtering people, they were boasting they would wipe out Nyamiris from Nigeria.

After the bloodshed, the killer soldiers entered the train and went bad to Kafanchan that evening. Later, Gowon made announcement, and lied that certain civilians from a section of Nigeria, wanted to cause problem. He said further the military had brought the situation under control. Yakubu Gowon is the most wicked and hypocritical human being on earth! In another incidence, a paid mob met my father face-to-face on the road, with their bows and arrows, machete, clubs etc. His escape from them, was a wonderful miracle from God. They didn’t kill him, as they were doing to others. One of the rioters stretched his bow and arrow to strike my father. He aimed at his stomach. Just then, another man in their midst warned should any harm be done to my father, he would kill him. Then, he withdraw his arrow, and shook his head in disappointment. They left my father in pursuit of other Igbos. Finally, my father was able to escape to the East with only the clothes he was wearing. He left all his belongings to the vandal, and came home empty handed. Praise God he didn’t die in their hands.

Pomposity and ill-education of Yakubu Gowon, led to deaths of millions of innocent civilians. He reneged on Aburi Accord. That semi-illiterate, allowed Britain that occult nation, and his aides, to deceive him. Britain claimed to have brought Christianity to us. Yet, they are very diabolical and occultic: from their rulers down to ordinary citizen. Freemason is the controlling secret society of that cursed country: in which their rulers are staunch members. They promote gay and lesbianism. God will punish that heathen nation called Britain! They used bible to corner the crude oil in our land!

Yakubu catapulted himself from unmerited Lieutenant Colonel, to a Four-Star General in a single day. He jumped five ranks suddenly_ somebody with poor WAEC result. Virtually all despots are ill-educated, or school dropouts. He committed heinous crimes against humanity: a war criminal who should be prosecuted and severely punished by International Criminal Court (ICC). But, he is being shielded by British Government which shares his loot from Nigeria with him. When he was kicked out of power in 1975, he ran to London with his stolen wealth, to acquire paper qualifications he lacked, when he was misruling Nigeria.

That under-aged ruler, mortgaged Biafran crude oil, in exchange for military and material support of Britain, and other countries. That imperialist nation plundered our crude oil, and made a blockade against us. Even after the war, Gowon stole half of the money in Nigeria Central Bank, and relocated them to UK.

Yakubu ceded Bakassi Peninsula in Biafra to Cameroon. He signed agreement with Cameroon Government, to take possession of the oil-rich Peninsular, if they could successfully block Biafran soldiers, from attacking Nigerian troops near Cameroon border. The agreement was sealed. Today, that country, has officially taken possession of the place.

Gowon went and brought in “Gwodo Gwodo” soldiers (very tall soldiers), from Niger Republic, Mali, and other West African countries, to help fight against Biafra. He signed agreement with them to grant them grazing lands free in that North Central Zone. Of course, he paid them heavily. Today, Fulani herdsmen have invaded Plateaus, Benue and other Middle Belt states for cattle grazing. They have gone to the extent of claiming ownership of the lands. They kill and displace community dwellers, unchallenged.

Why is it that Gowon has never raised his voice, over the invasion of their lands by Fulanis, mostly from foreign countries like Mali, Senegal and Niger Republic? He has kept quiet and can never talk; as he has sold out to them. The man boasted he would round up Biafra within 24 hours. Now, the Fulanis he used in killing our people, have turned against his own people_ even to his own village. The area is now undeclared war zone. He has forsaken his people and fled. Coward! His old age now looks like a curse. He is beholding the repercussion of his wicked past. What remains, is for him to witness the emergence of Biafra with his two naked eyes; before the grave diggers will do their job!

Where are all the Senior Military, and Police officers from North Central; both serving and retired? They and their junior colleagues, are ever zealous to kill Igbos, in order to keep ‘Nigeria One.’ Now the killings and destruction have shifted to their home base, under their watchful eyes. Only T.Y.Danjuma spoke boldly against the bloodbath, and menace of Fulani Terrorist Herdsmen, and Jihadist there. I challenge the multitude of Military and Police officers in the region, whether retired or serving, apart from Danjuma, to speak out against the ethnic cleansing going on in their land. If they don’t have the courage to do so; then, they are all cowards, irrespective of their high or low sounding military ranks! History won’t forgive them.

Gowon committed a lot of atrocities. Many people were buried alive during the war. Nigerian soldiers, including the imported Gwodo Gwodo soldiers were involved in rape and killing of civilians. The property of our people, including landed property, were declared abandoned property across the country_ even in nearby Port Harcourt. Bank accounts of our people were frozen. Only one pound sterling was given to each account owner. Nigerian soldiers destroyed pipe-borne water, pulled down houses; used the zincs to build bunkers for themselves. But one thing is clear; Biafran soldiers were superior, and dealt with them ruthlessly. The story would have been different, if Britain didn’t come to fight the war for them. Our people are very enterprising. They are far better of now than most of their oppressors.

His so-called three Rs were a sham; aimed at deceiving public. He didn’t rebuild or reconstruct anything in our land. Till today, our people are highly marginalized and excluded in the scheme of things.

Instead of Gowon to confess his sins against the people of the East, he goes about organizing prayer meetings. He has no remorse for his crime against humanity. He should make restitution: to return the billions of pounds has stolen with interest. There is no sign of repentance in him. He is only trying to cover up his wickedness by clutching the bible, and praying like the Pharisees. He shouldn’t forget the sacrifice of the wicked, is an abomination to God Almighty. He is a religious hypocrite. His wickedness will haunt him throughout his life, apart from God’s judgement on him, and the looming charges against him in ICC.

The only way out for him is to make restitution, first to the Igbos. The money he stole from Igboland, coupled with their frozen bank accounts, are enough to rebuild what he and his vandals destroyed. He should reach out to the Fulanis, both local and foreign occupying his home base. He can pay them compensation, for the unholy agreement he reached with them and their fathers in the 1960s. He has the money to pay. Gowon should return the billions of pounds, he stole from Central Bank after the civil war. That colossal amount is needed for rebuilding the country; including repairing existing oil refineries, and building new ones. He opened the floodgate of treasury looting in Nigeria. He is the father of monumental looting in Nigeria; only to be copied by his successors in power. If Gowon is not probed, who else should be probed in Nigeria.

If Yakubu Gowon fails to make restitution, his wickedness will find him out. God said, “As the partridge sits on eggs, and hatches them not; so he that gets riches, and not by right, shall leave them in the midst of his days, and at his end shall be a fool” –Jeremiah 17:11. https://powertrumpeter.org/?p=246.

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lesteerrr · 3 months

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Territorial Dispute: Decades long war of the Jews and Arabs

Terrorists from Hamas attacked Israel across borders in a way never seen before on October 7. They launched a well-planned, covert attack that destroyed the border fence in several locations, ambushed Israel's security apparatus, and overran the armed forces. The attackers, taken aback by the lack of opposition, escalated the operation into a violent and disorderly rampage into residential areas. In spite of such attacks, Hamas has categorically denied any charges of sexual assault or mutilation. Israeli authorities have charged Hamas soldiers with war crimes during the assault, including torture, rape, and mutilation. According to an Al Jazeera tally based on official Israeli statistic, at least 1,139 individuals were murdered in the aforementioned invasion, including 766 civilians and 373 security forces, and approximately 240 more people were taken as hostages.

Before the attack had occurred, the conflict started long way back. The discord between the two parties commenced, with historical roots dating back to the late 19th and early 20th centuries. In 1947, the year Britain took over Palestine, there were more arabs than jews residing there , which led the UN to enforce Resolution 181, also referred as Partition Plan, with the goal of dividing the British Mandate of Palestine into Arab and Jewish state. With the establishment of the State of Israel on May 14, 1948, the first Arab-Israeli War began. After Israel won the war in 1949, 750,000 Palestinians were forced to flee their homes, and the region was split into three sections: the Gaza Strip, the West Bank (across the Jordan River), and the State of Israel.

However, with Israel's invasion of the Sinai Peninsula in Egypt, which resulted in a six-day fight, tensions flared up once more, especially between Israel and Egypt, Jordan, and Syria. Following the battle, Israel was granted sovereignty over the Golan Heights from Syria, the West Bank and East Jerusalem from Jordan, and the Sinai Peninsula and Gaza Strip from Egypt. After six years, Egypt and Syria shook Israel by launching a surprise two-front invasion on Yom Kippur, in an attempt to recover lost territories.

Even after the war was done, Palestinian self-determination and self-governance remained unresolved. The country was divided into two, the west bank and the Gaza — which is a small piece of land on the Mediterranean Sea that borders Egypt to the south. The west bank was ruled by the Palestinian Liberation Organization (PLO) and the Gaza Strip was governed by Hamas.

An Islamic political and military group from Palestine, Hamas, which is an acronym for its official name, the Islamic Resistance Movement is in charge of the Gaza Strip in the Israeli-occupied Palestinian territories. The major Palestinian party, Fatah, which still holds power in the Palestinian Authority, was defeated by Hamas in the 2006 elections in Gaza. Headed by Ismail Haniyeh, Hamas' designated charman, who was also associated with Qatari authorities, Hamas has been listed as a terrorist group by the USA since 1997. Fewer than 22% of Palestinian populace backs the aforementioned group, and 73% oppose them, on the grounds that they are widely corrupting Gaza.

When Hamas struck Israel on October 7, 2023, at the Supernova Sukkot Gathering, an outdoor music festival held in honor of the Jewish holiday of Shemini Atzeret, the war broke out once more. The attack resulted in numerous Israeli deaths, including numerous civilian deaths. Israel declared war on Hamas on that same day.According to the Gaza Health Ministry, Israel has been attacking Gaza with airstrikes and artillery since then, resulting in hundreds of deaths and over 26,400 injuries—many of which are of minor age. Following the incident, Israel launched a catastrophic bombardment of Gaza, which has been under an Israeli siege for 17 years. According to Palestinian authorities in the region, this shelling killed around 25,000 people, the majority of whom were women and children.

In order to ensure the release of the other hostages, Israeli commanders have stated that they will keep applying military pressure to Hamas. In response to requests for evacuation from the north, Israeli authorities have advised citizens in the south to relocate to undefined "safe zones." When the battle finally ends, there will be questions about who will rule Gaza, which has sparked speculation. Benjamin Netanyahu, Israel's prime minister, claims that his country does not "seek to occupy Gaza." Secretary of State Antony Blinken reported that "Gaza cannot continue to be run by Hamas," and that "it is also clear that Israel cannot occupy Gaza." Only as part of a "comprehensive solution," according to Palestinian Authority President Mahmoud Abbas's advisors, would his administration return to Gaza; detractors, however, derided the notion, branding his leadership as antiquated and dishonest.

References:

“Israel-Hamas War: Timeline and Key developments | ABC News” https://abcnews.go.com/International/timeline-surprise-rocket-attack-hamas-israel/story?id=103816006

“Hamas says October 7 attack was a ‘necessary step’, admits to ‘some faults.’ | Al Jazeera” https://www.aljazeera.com/news/2024/1/21/hamas-says-october-7-attack-was-a-necessary-step-admits-to-some-faults

“Israeli-Palestinian Conflict | Global Conflict Tracker”

“Hamas’s October 7 Attack: Visualizing the Data | CSIS” https://www.csis.org/analysis/hamass-october-7-attack-visualizing-data

“Israel-Palestine: A short history of the two-state solution | Le Monde” https://www.lemonde.fr/en/international/article/2023/11/19/israel-palestine-a-short-history-of-the-two-state-solution_6269446_4.html#

“Why are Israel and Hamas at war? A basic explainer | Washington Post” https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/2023/10/17/israel-hamas-war-reason-explained-gaza/

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lesteerr · 3 months

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Territorial Dispute: Decades long war of the Jews and Arabs

References:

“Israel-Hamas War: Timeline and Key developments | ABC News” https://abcnews.go.com/International/timeline-surprise-rocket-attack-hamas-israel/story?id=103816006

“Israeli-Palestinian Conflict | Global Conflict Tracker”

https://www.cfr.org/global-conflict-tracker/conflict/israeli-palestinian-conflict

“Hamas’s October 7 Attack: Visualizing the Data | CSIS” https://www.csis.org/analysis/hamass-october-7-attack-visualizing-data

“Why are Israel and Hamas at war? A basic explainer | Washington Post” https://www.washingtonpost.com/world/2023/10/17/israel-hamas-war-reason-explained-gaza/

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The Horrific Russell Murders | Michael Stone | Crimes that Shook Britain | True Crime Central

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laresearchette · 2 years

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Friday, May 20, 2022 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)

WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: HARRIET THE SPY (Apple TV+) NOW AND THEN (Apple TV+) THE VALET (Crave) ALIEN ENDGAME (discovery +) RESTORATION ROAD WITH CLINT HARP (discovery +) THE RETRO PLANT SHOP WITH MIKEY & JO (discovery +) ROOMS WE LOVE (discovery +) CHIP 'N DALE: RESCUE RANGERS (Disney + Star) RUPAUL'S DRAG RACE ALL STARS (OUT TV) 8:00pm/(Crave 2) 8:30pm/9:40pm GEORGE CARLIN'S AMERICAN DREAM (HBO Canada) 8:00pm PAUSE WITH SAM JAY (HBO Canada) 11:00pm

WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT GOLD RUSH: DAVE TURIN'S LOST MINE (Premiering on May 23 on Discovery Canada at 10:00pm) STOLEN IN HER SLEEP (TBD - Lifetime Canada)

NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:

AMAZON PRIME CANADA AMERICAN UNDERDOG THE KIDS IN THE HALL: COMEDY PUNKS LOL - LAST ONE LAUGHING SPAIN MADE FOR LOVE (Season 2) NIGHT SKY TOTEMS TROPPO

CBC GEM HOUSE OF MAXWELL TWENTIES (Season 2)

CRAVE TV AMERICAN UNDERDOG: THE KURT WARNER STORY BEING JOHN MALKOVICH BURN AFTER READING CATS & DOGS: THE REVENGE OF KITTY GALORE CATS & DOGS COOKIE MONSTER’S FOODIE TRUCK COSMIC DAWN ELMO’S WORLD MOONRISE KINGDOM OLD ROADRUNNER: A FILM ABOUT ANTHONY BOURDAIN RON’S GONE WRONG RUPAUL’S DRAG RACE ALL STARS (Season 7) SESAME STREET PRESENTS: FOLLOW THAT BIRD SESAME STREET PRESENTS: FOLLOW THAT BIRD <b>DISNEY + STAR</b> CHIP ‘N DALE: RESCUE RANGERS THE KING OF COMEDY MAN ON FIRE SHOOK THE VALET

NETFLIX CANADA THE BEAUTY QUEEN OF JERUSALEM F*CK LOVE TOO JACKASS 4.5 LOVE, DEATH & ROBOTS (Volume 3) MY NEXT GUEST NEEDS NO INTRODUCTION WITH DAVID LETTERMAN WRONG SIDE OF THE TRACKS

IIHF WORLD CHAMPIONSHIP HOCKEY (TSN) 9:00am: Germany vs. Italy (TSN3) 9:00am: Great Britain vs. Finland (TSN/TSN4) 1:00pm: Kazakhstan vs. Slovakia (TSN3) 1:00pm: Latvia vs. Austria

MLB BASEBALL (SN1) 7:00pm: Reds vs. Jays (SN Now) 7:00pm: Mariners vs. Red Sox

NHL HOCKEY PLAYOFFS (SN) 8:00pm: Rangers vs. Hurricanes - Game #2 (CBC/SNWest) 10:30pm: Oilers vs. Flames - Game #2

NBA BASKETBALL PLAYOFFS (TSN/TSN3/TSN4/TSN5) 9:00pm: Mavericks vs. Warriors - Game #2

BULL'S EYE (APTN) 7:00pm: Exploring hockey, one of Canada's favourite pastimes; in a series of fun and creative challenges, Indigenous youth are encouraged to look at the intersections between sport and culture.

LEMONADE STAND ROMANCE (City TV) 8:00pm: Locals and the media stand up to authorities when they shut down a girl's lemonade stand. COSMIC DAWN (Crave) 9:00pm: After witnessing the abduction of her mother as a child, Aurora joins the UFO cult The Cosmic Dawn. Aurora experiences many revelations at the cult's compound, but the leader is not who she seems.

AMERICAN UNDERDOG (Starz Canada) 9:00pm: The inspirational true story of Kurt Warner, who overcomes years of challenges and setbacks to become a two-time NFL MVP, Super Bowl champion, and Hall of Fame quarterback.

CRIME BEAT (Global) 10:00pm: The Secrets of Salmon River Part 2: Five women vanish over the course of a year and a half, leaving their families desperate for some sort of closure; when police suddenly discover a body more than five years later, it leads to an arrest in one of the women's murders.

#cdntv #cancon #canadian tv #canadian tv listings #bull's eye #crime beat #iihf hockey #mlb baseball #nhl hockey #nba basketball

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Crimes That Shook Britain (North East)

John Darwin In March 2002, John Darwin, 51, paddled out to sea in his canoe near his Hartlepool home. He never returned Coastguard rescue teams and police searched for him, but all they found was Darwin's paddle.

Several weeks later, the wreckage of his canoe washed up on a beach. With no body found by April 2003, John Darwin was declared dead. His widow Anne and their two sons grieved. Until December 2007 - when Darwin walked into a police station, claiming to have amnesia.

John Darwin was reunited with his sons and Anne, who'd moved to Panama, was delighted. Only, a pjoto emerged of Anne and John in Panama, together in 2006. The couple had actually faked John's death to claim his £250,000 life insurance.

Both Darwins were jailed for over six years - him for obtaining cash by deception, her for deception and money laundering.

Michael Atherton New Year's Day 2012 - taxi driver Michael Atherton, 42, shot dead his partner Susan McGoldrick, 47, her sister Alison Turnbull, 44, and niece Tanya Turnbull, 24, at his home in Peterlee. He then turned the gun on himself.

His stepdaughter survived after fleeing via a window. It emerged Atherton had a history of domestic violence. He blamed Alison for his arrest in 2008, after a row. When he discovered Susan had gone out with her sister that night, he said there'd be trouble if he saw Alison at his home. He said he'd stay in a hotel.

Yet the women arrived home before he'd left. A row erupted and Atherton got his gun from the car.

Mary Bell On 25 May 1968, the day before her 11th birthday, Mary Bell strangled Martin Brown, 4. His body was found in a derelict house in Newcastle.

Two months later, Mary enlisted a 13-year-old friend to help strangle Brian Howe, 3. His mutilated body was found on waste ground. When detectives questioned local children, Mary and her friend acted strangely, their stories changing. Officers soon realised Mary was a killer.

The friend was acquitted and gave evidence against Mary. The court heard Mary committed the crimes 'for the pleasure and excitement of killing'. Mary Bell was convicted of manslaughter on the grounds of diminished responsibility. She was sentenced to life in detention, released aged 23, and given a new identity.

Raoul Moat Two days after being released from prison on 3 July 2010, Raoul Moat, 37, from Newcastle, went on the rampage with a sawn-off shotgun.

First he shot his ex Samantha Stobbart and her new partner Chris Brown. While on the run in Rothbury, Moat shot police officer David Rathboand in the face. Brown was killed, Stobbart injured and PC Rathboand blinded.

Police deployed armed officers in one of Britain's biggest manhunts. In a letter left with a friend, Moat declared war on officers, saying that he wouldn't stop 'until I am dead'. On 9 July, police tracked Moat to the river Coquet, leading to a stand-off. Police negotiated, but Moat shot himself the next morning.

Sadly, David Rathboand later took his own life.

Billy Dunlop - Double Jeopardy Pizza delivery girl Julie Hogg, 22, disappeared in November 1989. Eighty days later, her mother Ann found her decomposing, partially mutilated body behind a bath panel in Ann's Billingham home.

Julie's ex Billy Dunlop was charged with murder, yet juries at two trials failed to reach a verdict. He was cleared. The double jeopardy law (which meant Dunlop could not be tried again) meant he thought he'd got away with murder for 17 years.

Ann fought for double jeopardy laws to be scrapped and, in 2003. MPs backed changes allowing serious cases with compelling new evidence to be reopened. Dunlop pleaded guilty to murder in 2006, was jailed for life.

Gary Vinter = Freed to Kill Again Gary Vinter killed colleague Carl Edon, 22, in a railway workers' cabin in 1995. Vinter stabbed him 37 times, puncturing every organ. He was jailed for life, but released in 2006, after serving 10 years.

In July 2006, he married Anne White. But Vinter was recalled to prison after a New Year pub brawl. Released again in early 2008, he separated from Anne after attacking her at their home in Eston, Middlesbrough. That February, Vinter bundled his estranged wife into a car.

After holding her hostage at his mother's house, he stabbed Anne to death. He was jailed for life. In 2011, Vinter attacked Roy Whiting - killer of schoolgirl Sarah Payne - in jail.

In 2016, he received a third life sentence for trying to murder fellow 'life' Lee Newell behind bars.

#murder #truecrime #tc community #tcc family #serialkillers #killing #true crime community #blog #serialkiller #crimes that shook britain #england #billy dunlop #mary bell #gary vinter #john darwin #faked death #michael atherton #north east england

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mikyantsu · 4 years

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Friendship ended with shite American serial killer documentaries, now rewatching old "Crimes that shook Britain" seasons is my best friend

#fjamfbks sorry but i cannot stand american crime shows #they r so dramatic u will b like aight tell me abt rhe murder #and they will blast loud music and do weird recreations #i do recommend crimes that shook britain a lot of old episodes r on youtube #not yandere

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Forbidden Games: Chapter 8 / End

“I didn’t know you put steel plates in your coat…… Are you really a university professor?”

“I’ve been kidnapped by a criminal organisation in the past. Since then, I’ve been a bit more careful about my own safety.” [1]

William explained it away without a second thought, as Sherlock handed him back his coat.

With their victory complete, the two men had freed the young noble and watched Alan and his men being taken away by the Yard. Now they were standing in front of the club building, and idly chatting near a carriage.

“Well, I was somewhat worried they wouldn’t fall for our trick.”

“That part was indeed uncertain, but I was confident that Alan would stop the match. He’s the type of person who will not enter a game unless his own safety is secured; once the possibility of defeat is introduced, he’ll promptly call off the match.”

“Exactly. In fact, that guy didn’t even point his gun at you, but just tried to start a new game,” Sherlock agreed.

Although he had also predicted Alan’s movements, he knew it was not an easy task to manipulate their opponent into terminating the match.

William had set Alan up with a revolver that may or may not have fired on the next turn, and skilfully sowed enough doubt to push him to stop the match of his own accord.

Sherlock admired the university professor for having succeeded in such a high-stakes bluff.

“Anyway, I’m grateful to you for getting us out of there, Liam.”

“It is I who should be thanking you. We were able to eliminate some concerning elements which might have endangered my students, and with that we are even. ……However, I do apologise to Dr Watson for accompanying you this far on your investigation.”

“Even if he was jealous, I know John would never hold a grudge. For now though, I’ll have to take the credit for your achievement.”

“You speak too highly of me. In fact, it was precisely because you were able to understand my intentions, Mr Holmes, that we were able to succeed. If it were anyone else, the situation would not have been resolved with such grace,” William chuckled.

In a serious tone, Sherlock continued.

“However, Liam…… did you know in advance that Alan was going to suggest Russian roulette?”

William put on the coat he received from Sherlock earlier.

It was thanks to this coat that Sherlock had avoided a fatal injury despite being shot. But looking at it another way, one might also think that William had predicted that Sherlock would be shot.

To predict the events of their final match beforehand, one would need nothing short of divine intuition. However, the man who had been asked this question simply flashed a troubled smile.

“That would be reading too far into the matter. Regarding this coat, the steel plates were prepared just in case I found myself in a tight spot. When it comes to a fight, as you pursue dangerous criminals on a daily basis, Mr Holmes, I believe you are better suited to use it. Then as far as that last game was concerned, since we heard about it from another party in the hall earlier, it was conceivable that this coat would be put to good use.”

“Hmm…… Well, that’s true.”

William’s humble explanation convinced even Sherlock, albeit grudgingly.

——Sherlock thought over the matter.

Suppose that in today’s case, even without the job from his client, Alan and his accomplices had been scheduled to be taken down. If one were to do thorough research ahead of time, based on Alan’s nature, one could expect him to force his opponent into a game where he has the upper hand. If that was the case, what if one was able to obtain prior knowledge about the game itself?

Indeed, the man who had told them about Russian roulette said he’d heard about it from another social circle. That is to say, knowledge about the game had spread to this club from a third party. Then that party could have also deliberately spread the word about how to cheat.

With these preparations in place, they would enter the club and contact the target. Because they knew the exact game and trickery their opponent would use, they could then employ that knowledge to manipulate their opponent. And a certain detective’s investigation would prove the perfect opportunity to do so.

It was a possibility, Sherlock concluded.

This person had thoroughly examined their enemy’s humanity, the means they would use, and the number of people he had with him, then used that knowledge to vanquish him. In addition, they would have needed an information network spanning the entirety of Britain’s high society, and Sherlock knew of a certain mastermind who possessed just that.

Just then, he remembered how that man had looked at him before the game began, and the feeling that had struck him in that moment: of his entire body being entangled in strings.

He’d gotten the same feeling when investigating some of his cases. Upon solving a “riddle”, it felt as if everything had been designed to be as such — as if he had been manipulated with invisible strings, and he’d felt helpless to resist.

A string that came from his gaze. And another that he occasionally felt manipulating him during the investigation.

If he were to follow these two threads, the person at the other end of them would be——.

Having advanced his deductions up to this point, Sherlock glanced at the man beside him.

“What’s the matter, Mr Holmes?”

That man looked at him with an unconcerned expression.

“No, it’s nothing.”

Sherlock shook his head, as if to shake off his thoughts.

These theories were only possibilities, which could never leave the realm of speculation. As that man had said, it was more reasonable to see their victory as the outcome of a series of happy coincidences. Surely there was nothing to be gained from crudely pursuing this train of thought.

Even so, if it was this man at the other end of those strings…

That thought sent Sherlock’s heart racing.

“Since the case has been solved, let me see you off at the station.”

As the conversation died down, William opened the door to the carriage.

Sherlock uttered a word of thanks as he climbed in, the determination in his heart renewed.

——Just you wait, “Lord of Crime”.

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦

As he’d stood next to Sherlock, William’s thoughts about the case had also been racing through his mind.

A mathematical formula cannot become a theorem until it is “proven”.

You must solve all the riddles I have set, and prove the existence of the Lord of Crime. Therefore, even if the worst possible scenario — a shootout — were to take place, I had to make sure you survived.

William, who had manipulated the entire case from behind the scenes, smiled once more. As planned, the detective had made it out alive.

The “Lord of Crime” had strings extended in every direction. William eagerly awaited the day Sherlock would follow them and hunt him down.

Thus ended the untold case in which two extraordinary men joined hands.

The crime consultant, William James Moriarty.

The consulting detective, Sherlock Holmes.

The game of geniuses betting on the future of the Empire, continues.

Footnotes:

[1] See Chapter 4 of the manga (“The Case of the Noble Kidnapping”).

T/N: I thought this story really puts Chapter 47 of the manga (“The Two Criminals, Act 4”) into perspective. Also, these events actually took place at the tail end of Chapter 31, before William saw Sherlock off. The more we know!

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #english translation #forbidden games

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reidandweep · 4 years

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Dinosaurs and Sharks

Spencer Reid x Reader (female)

A/N- Im going to be doing a couple of imagines on some subjects that I relate to specifically. This is the first one, so I hope you enjoy. Also I made up a lot of the American stuff. So sorry if it isn’t accurate as I am from Britain.

Word Count- 4567 words

Warning- Fluff, Angst, mentions of anxiety and panic attacks.

‘Anxiety is a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind. If encouraged, it cuts a channel into which all other thoughts are drained.’ - Arthur Somers Roche.

Everyone remembers their first. First kiss. First love. First heartbreak. First time they watched their favourite film or read their favourite book. One first is always clearer than the rest. Every detail so vivid in a person’s mind. For Y/N, it was her first panic attack.

She remembered the feeling of not being able to breath as her lungs constricted around nothing. The gasping for air as her hands began to shake. She was alone and did not know what was happening. Y/N thought she was dying. That this is what death felt like. It took her approximately 38 minutes to calm down her breathing; her face a canvas of dried tears and her hands aching from their clenched position.

As life continued, Y/N found that these moments would happen often. Anything could trigger a panic attack. She had them over miniscule things like using the wrong coloured pen for her notes. But also, over dramatic events in her life, like being employed at the BAU.

It had always been her aspiration to work for the FBI. Y/N would not let anything get in her way of achieving what she had worked so hard for. Choosing not to disclose information about her anxiety to the team, Y/N had successfully kept her anxiety under control at work. Stepping out when she felt overwhelmed, doing her set routine to help slow down her breathing and her heart rate. No anxiety or panic attacks had occurred at work. Until one late Thursday evening, whilst trying to solve a case, it seemed like there was no way out of the oncoming wave that was about to crash over her.

YN sat at her desk, re-reading over the case for what felt like the hundredth time. They had been in Atlanta, Georgia for three days with no luck. Two more lives had been lost, and if they didn’t work fast enough, another would soon be too.

Y/N was alone in the office in which the team had been situated into for the time being. She had volunteered to look over the victimology once more as Rossi and JJ spoke to the families of the two newest victims, and Emily and Morgan went to the second crime scene as Hotch and Spencer surveyed the third.

Cracking her back as she stretched from her crouched position, Y/N looked at the clock on the wall. The team would be back soon, and she could not see anything new. She had to keep looking. As she delved deeper and deeper into the words before her, her eyes glanced between the pages of the file and the clock, Y/N felt the creeping tension in her chest.

“I haven’t got the time for this.”

Y/N banged her fist on the desk as her chest got increasingly tighter. Looking down at her fist, she saw that it was shaking.

As her other hand moved to her chest, Y/N stood up from her chair and paced across the room.

“Not now. Anytime but now!”

Y/N tried to take deep breathes to ease the panic that she felt. She couldn’t help but to glance at the clock. She couldn’t risk the team seeing her like this. Grabbing the file, Y/N dashed out of the room, looking for somewhere where she could calm herself down.

Seeing an open door ahead, Y/N looked inside the room to survey its contents. Noticing no one inside, she quickly shut the door behind her, dropping the file on the table as she continued to pace the room.

“Breathe, Y/N. Breathe.”

She tried. Y/N tried so hard to regulate her breathes but her chest continued to rise and fall at an increasing rate.

The feeling was overwhelming. She hated that she could never control it. No matter how much she tried. The exercises never worked. Her therapist’s advice was useless. She would have to stay in the room until she calmed down; however long it took.

Sliding down against the wall, Y/N threaded her shaking hands through her hair, pulling on the strands as tears flooded from her eyes. Her cries were quiet, but to her they sounded so loud that they echoed in her mind.

As the team walked back into the precinct, they discussed the evidence in which they found from each scene and interview conducted.

“Both parents of the most recent victims state that their daughters did not know each other. They were all from different areas and attended separate universities.”

Emily nodded at Rossi as they continued to walk towards their allocated room.

“The crime scenes both showed signs of a struggle and personal items were missing from both the bedrooms. This time it was a pompom and a baton.”

The team took in Hotch’s words. Emily walked to the door; hand situated over the door handle.

“Were the girls on any cheerleading teams?”

JJ shook her head at Morgan’s question.

“Well let’s just hope that Y/N’s found something that we’ve missed.”

As the door opened, the team looked in confusion to see Y/N nowhere in sight.

“Maybe she went to get a drink. We were gone for a while.”

The team headed into the room, situating themselves across the threshold as they continued to discuss the new evidence. Spencer lingered at the door.

Something felt off. Spencer noticed that Y/N file was nowhere in sight and that her phone was left on the table. She was never without her phone.

“Guys, I’ll be back in a second. I’m just going to go to the bathroom.”

The team all acknowledged Spencer’s words in their own way; too engrossed in the case to notice Spencer’s perplexed look.

Spencer walked down the hall as he thought of where Y/N could be. As he turned the corner, Spencer immediately noticed the picture on the floor; in the middle of the empty hallway. Walking towards the picture, Spencer crouched down to survey its contents. He recognised it as a piece from the victimology report.

Looking down the corridor, he saw multiple more pictures on the ground. Spencer continued to follow their path, picking them up as he passed each one. He soon came to an end when no more pictures were strewn on the carpet.

Beginning to worry, Spencer wondered where Y/N could be. Just as he was about to head back to tell the team, a muffled sound could be heard.

Spencer stared at the door in front of him. It was labelled ‘Interrogation Room 4’. Spencer knew that no one had been brought in for interrogation so far, therefore, the room should be vacant.

Carefully, Spencer moved his hand to grasp the door handle. Opening the door, Spencer quietly walked inside. As he shut the door behind him, Spencer instantly recognised Y/N on the other side of the glass.

His heart broke at the sight of her. Unable to stand by for even a second, Spencer opened the door adjoining the hidden area to the interrogation room.

Y/N jumped from the sound of the opening door. Looking in the direction of the noise, her breathing elevated as she saw who had opened it.

She could not bear for anyone to see her in this way. The team had seen her as anything but strong. She had never cried on a case. Or thrown up or fainted at the sights they had seen. She was able to control the overwhelming feeling that enveloped her until she was alone.

“Y/N…”

“S-Spen-ce, ple-a-ase le-le-leave.”

Y/N struggled to speak as she gasped for air. Her throat dried from her cries and her face wet from the constant tears.

For a miniscule of a second, Spencer contemplates doing as she asked; until he truly looks at her. He had noticed signs of Y/N being anxious in the past, but he had written it down as nerves from being new to the team. He would have never guessed anxiety disorder or panic attacks due to her confidence and lack of breakdowns on the field. They had all cried or walked away from bodies during their first few months; even Hotch had. All except Y/N. Spencer moved to stand in front of Y/N. Crouching down, he reached for her hands in her hair.

Y/N couldn’t help the confusion that showed on her face as she allowed Spencer to grab her hands from her hair and hold them in his own grasp. Spencer hated touching hands. He hated germs. In her short time at the BAU, her hands had never touched his once.

Spencer locked his gaze with Y/N as he began to speak.

“Y/N, is It okay if I help?”

Y/N slowly nodded her head at his question. He had already seen her hyperventilating. She may as well take his help.

Spencer stroked the back of her hands with his thumbs.

“First, can you look at five things in the room and describe them for me?”

Y/N’s hand shook in Spencer’s as her eyes darted around the room as she tried to focus on five objects. There weren’t enough things in the room. Spencer noticed her increasing distress.

Squeezing her hands, Spencer pulled her focus back to him.

“it’s alright. Let’s try this instead. Describe five things about me. Anything you want.”

Y/N’s eyes travelled across Spencer. First, she locked onto his hair.

“Your hair is short-er-er than it was la-las-st week. You’ve had it cut. I Li-ik-ike it.”

Spencer blushed at her compliment; nodding his head at her to continue.

Y/N could already feel her breathing relax. Her hands still shaking as the sweat on her brow and neck continued to cool her burning skin.

“You’re wearing your favour-our-rite tie. You always wear it on days th-th-at you want to be better. You’ve worn it twice since we’ve be-ee-en here.”

Spencer was shocked at how observant she was with him. Of course, she was observant, she was a profiler, but he never thought it would be in his direction.

“You have one purple sock with dinosaurs on and one blue sock with sharks on. Purples my favourite colour and sharks are my favourite animal too, how weird.”

Spencer noticed that Y/N know longer stumbled over her words, her breathing was evening out and she even smiled when she looked at his socks.

“My favourite colour is purple too. I prefer Saurapods specifically in reference to dinosaurs. Sauropods evolved to walk on four legs and typically grew to enormous sizes. They were herbivores and consisted of dinosaurs such as…”

“Brontosaurus, Brachiosaurus, and Diplodocus.”

Spencer was finding out more and more about Y/N in this single moment than he had in her whole time with the team so far. He determined it down to her walls being lowered due to her panic attack.

“Yeah. That’s exactly what I was going to say.”

Y/N couldn’t help a smile grow on her face from the look that Spencer was giving her. Her hands began to shake less as she held his gaze. Unconsciously, matching her breathes to his deeper ones. She was calming down without even realising.

“Two more things.”

Y/N licked her lips; ridding the dryness as she scanned Spencer to describe another detail.

Spencer tried to ignore the gesture, but he could now feel his own hands begin to sweat in her grasp. He shook his head. He was helping her. He had to focus.

“You look like you can play piano. You have the hands for it. They’re large and smooth. A lot bigger than my little hands.”

Spencer chuckled at her words.

“I actually don’t play piano. I wanted to join the band in high school, but I was already picked on for being so young, I didn’t want them to have something else to use against me.”

Y/N squeezed Spencer’s hand.

“I wasn’t in band, but I was the school mascot throughout high school. I got teased relentlessly for it because of what our mascot was.”

“What was it?”

“A pig.”

Spencer looked at Y/N perplexed. Y/N rolled her eyes at his obliviousness. “The boys on the football team would often make fun of my weight. It crippled me for some years, especially because I had to travel with the cheerleaders, who were a lot skinnier than me. I had to be there at all their competitions to show school spirit. Our school would even give me things to help amp up the crowd.”

Spencer grasped Y/N’s hands tighter.

“Like pomspoms?

“Yeah, and megaphones. When the band played, they gave me a baton to twirl and throw in the air.”

Y/N saw the look on Spencer’s face. She knew instantly why he looked so shocked.

“We found items missing from the two newest victims’ rooms. One was a pompom and the other a baton?”

“Did the baton have a specific symbol on the stick?”

Spencer nodded his head.

“The parent’s said it was blue and white with a manatee on the bottom.”

Y/N rushed to her feet pulling Spencer up with her. Dragging him out the door, Spencer ran to keep in toe with Y/N as she explained to him her thoughts.

The team looked on stunned as Y/N and Spencer came bursting through the door; their hands interlocked, and Y/N’s face adorned with tracks of dried tears.

Before they could question what was going on, Y/N began to talk.

“All three of the victims were mascots for their university teams.”

Morgan shook his head.

“The parent’s said that none of their children were part of the cheer team.”

Y/N began to wave her arms as she spoke, unaware of her hand still grasped in Spencer’s as it moved alongside her own as she spoke.

“Being a mascot does not connect you solely to the cheerleading squad. You represent all teams at the school; basketball, baseball, soccer, football etc. Every year, the mascots go with the teams to their state events. It’s like a sports decathlon kind of event where each universities sports team face other universities. Even the mascots compete against one another’s.”

Hotch looked at Y/N inquisitively.

“And how do we know our victims attended this event?”

Y/N looked towards Spencer to answer.

Spencer cleared his throat as he was aware of the flickering gazes between Y/N and Spencer’s interlocked hands and Y/N tear stained face.

“The items taken from the girls’ bedrooms are all ritual items for the Spirit Games. It’s a superstition that if these items are not in the holder’s possession during the games, that they cannot win. Y/N recognised the logo on the baton. The manatee belongs to the State College of Florida. They have been an exception into the games, even though they didn’t qualify the past few years. That was the stick taken out of Alison Cable’s room. Alison attended University of Colorado; whose mascot is Milo the Lynx. Alison would only have the baton with her team mascot on; unless she took another teams.”

Rossi faced Y/N.

“What are the other items that are need for the ritual?”

“So, there’s the baton for band, pompom for cheer, captains arm band for soccer, mouthguard from the quarterback for football, and sweatband from point guard for basketball. If one is taken, then it’s considered bad luck for all the teams of that university.”

JJ turned towards Hotch.

“The pompom that Melissa Druid’s mother described was dark blue. Melissa attended the University of Georgia. Their colour is red.”

Prentiss agreed.

Hotch looked at Y/N.

“Are you positive about this?”

Y/N began to doubt herself. Worrying that she might have overthought it all. Her breathing picked up once again until Spencer squeezed her hand. With his empty hand, he pointed at his hair, then fiddled with his tie, then pulled up his trouser leg to show his unmatched socks. He was helping Y/N stay grounded.

Y/N looked at Spencer in wonder; all she could think at that moment was how special Spencer Reid truly was. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath in and out, calming herself down.

As she opened her eyes, she locked them onto Hotch’s.

“Without a shadow of a doubt.”

Hotch nodded his head in approval.

“Morgan and Prentiss, I need you to go back to the first victims’ home. Re-assess the room and ask if either a mouth guard, sweatband, or arm band has gone missing. Question the parents about the Spirit Games. Rossi and JJ, I need you to look into the alumni on the board of the Spirit Games. Get Garcia to do checks on all potential members who had gone to the State College of Florida; correlate it to our profile. Reid, you’re coming with me. We’re going to the State College of Florida. Y/N may I have a brief word?”

Y/N looked towards Spencer. She knew that Hotch would want to speak to her. There was no way he would ignore her bursting into the room, not only holding onto Spencer for dear life, but also looking as dishevelled as she did.

Letting go of Spencer’s hand, she turned to follow Hotch out of the door. As they stood in the hallway, Y/N couldn’t stay quiet with the anxiety pushing her thoughts out of her mouth.

“Hotch, I know it doesn’t look the best, but I promise that Spencer and I were not fraternising.”

She couldn’t handle the blank stare that Hotch aimed towards her, so she continued to talk.

“When I got the position on the team, I made sure my anxiety was under control. I went to therapy. I learnt techniques and I took steps away when I felt overwhelmed. I made sure not to overwork myself. It was going fine. But this case made it feel like we were getting nowhere. I didn’t want you all coming back to find out I had found nothing new. I began to get anxious and I fled the room before you came in. Spencer found me in one of the interrogation rooms. He helped calm me down from my panic attack. I promise you, that’s all that happened. I will keep it under control.”

Hotch waited for Y/N to finish talking, allowing her to take some breathes.

“We all have things we want to keep to ourselves from the team. Privacy is hard to have in this line of work. I didn’t tell anyone about Hailey and I separating until months after. But something like anxiety needs to be told. We can help you Y/N, you’ve seen that yourself today.”

Y/N nodded her head.

“Coping with anxiety and panic attacks do not make you inept to be a part of this team. Each one of us deal with something that make us believe that were a hinderance. But it’s not and it will never be. So, I know it’s hard, but stop worrying about how the team view you. Your part of the family now and if that means having to take a step away or flagging someone over to help calm a panic attack then by all means do it. But I can say that it seems like the best person helped you today.”

Y/N blushed at Hotch’s words, noticing the ghost of a smile on the man’s face.

“Now go to the room and take a rest. When you feel up to it, join Rossi and JJ with contacting Penelope when looking into the alumni and Spirit Games board. You’ve been a massive help so far, don’t think otherwise.”

Hotch squeezed Y/N’s shoulder as he walked past her to re-enter the room.

She watched as each member filed out to go to their assigned task. Her eyes caught Spencer’s as he left the room. Just as he began to walk towards her, Hotch called Spencer over; insisting that they left straight away.

Y/N mouthed bye to Spencer as he waved back. Their gaze not breaking until he walked out of the precinct.

Heading back into the room, Y/N notice Rossi and JJ in discussion.

“Hey guys, is it alright if I take a quick nap? It’ll only be 10 minutes at most.”

Rossi and JJ smiled towards Y/N. The team having been debriefed slightly by Hotch about what had occurred. She didn’t mind. Like Hotch said, they were family and they were there to help.

Rossi opened his arms as he beckoned Y/N into his embrace. She followed his orders and wrapped her arms around her superior. She smiled as JJ rubbed her arms and leaned her head on hers in comfort.

“Take all the time you need Sleeping Beauty; we will be right here.”

Y/N chuckled at Rossi’s nickname for her.

Releasing herself from the hold, she thanked her two friends as she laid down on the sofa. Shifting to become comfortable, her eyes instantly rolled shut from the fatigue of the emotions that had flooded from her body in the past 45 minutes. It didn’t take long until she was deep in the world of sleep.

Rustling and conversation could be heard as Y/N slipped back into conscious. Her eyes still heavy as she refused to open them for a little longer. She could hear the voices of the team around her.

“Is everything packed and ready to go?”

“Looks like it, just got to wake Sleeping Beauty up and we can head to the jet. What don’t you give her true loves kiss, Prince Charming?”

“Actually, Prince Charming is in affiliation to the story of Cinderella. You mean to refer to Prince Philip from the Disney production. In Sleeping Beauty’s original story, the “hero” is a king who meets a beautiful sleeping princess and decides to rape and impregnate her while she’s sleeping. So, I think I will just awaken her as one usually would.”

Y/N couldn’t help but giggle at Spencer’s rebuttal to Morgan.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like you need to Pretty Boy, because Sleeping Beauty is awake.”

Y/N opened her eyes as she rubbed them excessively to clear her vision. She saw Spencer sat on the edge of the couch, his satchel at his feet. Looking around the room, she noticed all the team’s stuff packed; her bag and coat neatly laid on the table. The only people in the room was her, Spencer and Morgan.

“How long was I asleep for?”

“4 hours, 2 minutes, and 36 seconds from when JJ text us that you had fallen asleep.”

Y/N groaned at the clarification that she had slept so long. By the lucks of the packed-up items, the team had found the unsub.

“I can’t believe I slept through everything. Someone should have awoken me.”

Derek chuckled as he threw his back over his shoulder, grabbing the last two boxes in the room.

“We were going to but Prince Phillip over here went into a ramble about the importance of sleep in relation to dealing with anxiety and stress. Just following the doctor’s orders. Even Hotch was afraid to go against his wishes. We’re leaving in five, so I’ll meet you both downstairs.”

Derek left the room, leaving Y/N and Spencer sitting in baited silence.

Neither knew what to say. They had crossed over into a territory of friendship that neither were expecting. Feelings that weren’t apparent before was now clear to themselves. Y/N had always found Spencer fascinating. Spencer was usually weary of new team members, but he had warmed to Y/N very quickly. He wouldn’t have touched her hands if he hadn’t.

“We better not leave them waiting any longer, or else they’ll think I’ve fallen to sleep again.”

Spencer chuckled at Y/N, following her actions as she grabbed her bag. He walked to the door, waiting for her as she put on her coat. Holding the door open, Spencer gestured for Y/N to leave first, the woman thanking him as he turned off the light behind her.

Luckily, the police station was close to the hanger. As Y/N and Spencer joined the team outside, it took them not even 10 minutes to arrive by car.

As the team boarded the jet, idle conversation flowed between the group. Talks of weekend plans and food that would be ordered when people arrived home.

Y/N stood from her seat by Emily and across from Spencer and Morgan.

“No one look at my cards. I’m going to make a coffee, does anyone want one?”

There was a chorus of no from the group as she walked to make her drink.

Pouring the liquid into her cup, Y/N’s chest suddenly felt tight. Her hands beginning to shake; spilling the hot liquid on her hand. Hissing at the pain, she went into the bathroom to put her hand under cold water. As the pain. In her hand subsided, the one in her chest rose again. She could feel another panic attack happening. The only thought she had was to get to Spencer.

Opening the bathroom door, she felt relief as she noticed that Spencer now sat alone on the sofa, flickering through some paperwork that they would more than likely complete once they got back to Quantico.

Not even thinking, Y/N headed straight for Spencer, startling him as she plopped down beside him.

Y/N took deep breathes, once again matching them with Spencer’s.

Spencer glanced at Y/N as he recognised what she was doing. Not wanting to cause a scene with the team which could elevate Y/N’s anxiety Spencer nonchalantly linked his left hand with Y/N’s right one. Repeating the actions, he had done so in the interrogation room.

“What’s your favourite dinosaur?”

Y/N looked over at Spencer as he asked the question. She watched as he put down the file; giving her his undivided attention. Her eye’s flashed down to his socks as she relayed his question in her head.

“My favourite dinosaur is the Apatosaurus. But my favourite prehistoric creature is the Carcharocles Megalodon.”

Spencer couldn’t help but beam at Y/N’s answer.

“Did you know that even though megalodons and dinosaurs are both extinct, they never coexisted. The dinosaurs died out about 66 million years ago. Megalodons came later. The oldest megalodon fossils are from the Miocene Epoch, which began 23 million years ago.”

Y/N felt the pain in her chest ease as she turned to face Spencer, her hands unconsciously moving to fiddle with the one in his grasp. Spencer tried to keep the colour of his cheeks down as he felt her play with his fingers.

“It makes sense.”

Spencer looked at her in confusion.

“Why?”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh as she answered.

“Because Megalodons would have ruled during the dinosaur’s existence. The minute they go near the water, bam, Megalodon has its dinner.”

Falling deeper into their conversation, Y/N and Spencer were blissfully unaware of the attention from the team they were receiving.

“They seem to be enjoying each other’s company.”

The team chuckled at JJ’s remark.

“Look closely folks because we’re going to be telling this story at their wedding one day.”

The team looked on, watching as the two profilers interacted.

They may not have known Y/N long, but they had all known Spencer long enough to know that what they were seeing was the beginning of something incredibly special.

‘There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.’- Sarah Dessen.

A/N- I will be looking into other subjects in my next imagines so I hope you enjoy. The way I’ve portrayed anxiety and panic attacks is how I have experienced them in ways. I haven’t gone into depths how truly bad I have dealt with them because I’m writing it for the character. So I understand please understand if it doesn’t reflect how you may deal or know someone who deals with anxiety and panic attacks experience it. X

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