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mommy-imagines · 3 years

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Pretty Boy - part. 3

Content: Mommy Kink. Sugar Mommy. MILF. Protectiveness. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Insecure Atsumu. Age-play. Diapers. Breastfeeding.

Words: 3.705

A/n: This chapter is to introduce Atsumu to the idea of letting his walls down with Mommy and fully trusting her. There is no smut, but the next one will, for sure.

Atsumu kept his head lowered, pulled his hood over his head, low enough to cover part of his eyes, he was suddenly glad beyond words for Mommy having made him wear sunglasses; There were reporters and paparazzis surrounding the entrance of the place where they held their practices and even worse than the blinding flashes of the cameras were the yells from all sides. Atsumu felt himself freezing to the spot when they finally identified him and instantly he was surrounded. He felt trapped and he didn’t like it one bit.

He didn’t know what to do but then, as if materializing from thin air, Mommy was by his side, her hand firm on the small of his back and her security team forming a wall between them and the screaming reporters, “Ma’am, over here! How long have the two of you been together?” Atsumu cringed, all that he wanted at that moment was to be back home with Mommy, curled up on the large couch in the conservatory, the big windows letting the sun in, he liked the pretty flowers that were placed all around the room.

“Baby?” He heard Mommy’s voice directly on his ear and turned to look at her, he was wearing sunglasses but she just knew that his eyes were wide and frightened, “You’re going to keep your head down and follow me, okay?” She posed it as a question but it was a statement, really. Atsumu nodded and leaned back on her hand. Mommy looked at one of her security guards and then they were quickly walking across the sea of camera flashes and screaming people.

“Are you okay?” Was the first thing that Mommy said as soon as they were safely inside. Her assistant, Alexa, was somehow also there and Mommy handed her her purse and her coat, reaching for Atsumu’s gym bag and handing it to Alexa as well. She largely ignored the other people present, eyes scanning over Atsumu, looking for any sign of him being hurt. Atsumu drew in a shaky breath, looked down and fuck but his hands were trembling; Mommy reached up to his face and took off his sunglasses, her expression turning stormy the moment she identified the look in his eyes as pure distress and panic, “Okay, baby,” She said, her voice pitched low enough only for them to hear it, “You’re okay, no one’s going to hurt you, no one’s even going to touch you; Do you want to go home? All you have to do is say the word and we’re going,” She assured him, right hand cupping his cheek, her forehead touching his own.

Atsumu swallowed around the lump on his throat and shook his head, “I’m okay,” He offered, even if his voice was rough, “I’m going to be okay.” He corrected himself at her disbelieving look.

She gave him one last assessing look before turning around, eyes sharp and furious, “Is anyone going to tell me just what the hell was that circus out there?” She demanded. The room turned silent, enough that it was possible to hear a pin drop, suddenly no one could meet her eyes. Mommy pressed her lips together. “Alexa?” She prompted and her PA was by her side in seconds, having transferred the previously handed objects to someone from the security team.

“It seems that the tabloids have received pictures from the two of you out around town last Friday, ma’am; We have been getting calls all morning asking for an exclusive interview.” She informed, and Mommy didn’t look all too happy.

“Alright,” She sighed, eyes roaming around the room filled with team’s executives and players alike, she turned back to Atsumu, “I suppose that you need to go to practice, I need to get to the office, if Alexa is right about this, my day is going to be hell; What time is practice over?”

Atsumu cleared his throat, still a bit shaken and very much uncomfortable having all eyes on him like that, when he was so vulnerable, “Four thirty.” He informed her, the unsaid Mommy, stay, please don’t leave me here alone! was heard loud and clear by the two of them, for Mommy’s eyes turned sorrowful suddenly.

“Okay, I’ll send a car, Richard is my second driver, he’ll be waiting for you; Also, Vladmir, Maxim!” She called two security guards that were standing near the door; Atsumu chanced a look at them and, sure enough, they were taller than him, packed with muscles that even dressed in suits were possible to see, Mommy kept looking at them, but her hand was rubbing small circles on his shoulder, Atsumu leaned into the comforting touch, “The two of you will stay here with him, don’t let any of those vultures out there near him, do you understand me?” Her voice was stern and authoritative and if it was any other moment than this one, Atsumu would get aroused just by hearing it. But, alas, he was still very much shaken from the shitstorm outside and very much self conscious being on the spotlight.

“Yes, ma’am; They won’t touch a hair on his head.” One of them answered, voice gruff.

“You better hope so,” Mommy responded and then she turned back to Atsumu, her eyes instantly becoming gentle again and her voice turning low so no one else would hear it, “Baby, Mommy needs to go, but if at any moment you feel uncomfortable and want to leave, or if anyone here says anything to you, you can call me, doesn’t matter the time, and I’ll come and get you, okay?” She assured him, her voice not louder than a whisper, but all that he could muster back was a nod, blinking fast enough so no tears would come, “Okay, I’ll see you later,”

And with that, Mommy was calling Alexa back to her side, her own security team, and was out of the door. Atsumu felt a moment of panic when he realized that not only was he alone and away from Mommy when all that he wanted was to be held, but on top of everything he didn’t have a clue as to where Alexa had dropped his gym bag. He turned to the side to go look for it, but one of his new guards handed it to him, “Here, sir;” He said, voice rough but respectful. It made Atsumu feel weird, being addressed like that and in front of people. This whole day just felt off.

“Thank you,” He said nonetheless, because the day might have taken a turn for the worst and he might be on the verge of a complete meltdown, but he was still Mommy’s good boy and Mommy always said that he had to remember his manners because he was a polite boy. Atsumu swallowed again, shouldered his bag and turned around, walking through the sea of people on the foyer, he didn’t lower his head but man, did he want to. He kept going until he reached the changing rooms.

Once he made sure that it was empty, Atsumu allowed himself to sink back against his locker, eyes falling closed and head banging against the metal. He took in a shuddering breath, brought up a hand to rub against his eyes firmly, determined not to cry in the middle of so many people who, clearly, already had more than enough reason to talk about him. Atsumu wanted to curse, just under his breath, a way to try and unwind, but then again, Mommy didn’t like it when he used bad words, said that that was no language for a good little boy to be throwing around. He was screwed.

“‘Tsumu?” He heard a tentative voice sounding from the changing room’s door and forced his eyes to blink open, he turned his head and was faced with Bokuto, Omi and Hinata, all looking at him with shock just barely concealed by their worry, “Are you alright? That shit was crazy outside, maybe you should sit down, man,” Bokuto said and Atsumu gave him a small smile.

“I’m doing good,” He offered, cleared his throat when his voice sounded much too rough to his own ears and didn’t miss the concerned looks that his friends traded, “But thank you; How are things out there?” He asked, motioning to the rest of the gym.

Omi’s eyes were watching him closely but Atsumu was grateful when he humored him with a small grin, “Executives are going crazy, mostly,” His rushed to add more when Atsumu’s eyes grew big hearing that, “Not in a bad way! No! They’re talking about how to turn the press around and how it is actually good press to the team;”

Atsumu nodded slowly, “In the end, they’re all just very much worried about making sure that your girlfriend doesn’t turn her rage to them, I think that I’ve heard something about doubling security. They're all terrified of her!" Hinata added and Atsumu shifted in place. He did not like to inconvenience people at all and now not only was Mommy having to go out of her way but also people he worked with!

He longed for Mommy and he wished that he could just call her and go home - But he knew that he had to stay for practice. They had important games coming soon, plus he didn’t want to give everyone else even more reason to talk about him behind his back, “I suppose that I should change, then;” Atsumu threw them a small smile, grabbed his uniform and went to do just that.

/*/

They were having a small break, just enough time so everyone could catch their breath and drink some water. He was sitting down on a bench, head between his hands, just resting, when he felt his phone vibrate beside him. He turned to reach it, the ID said Mommy 💖 and showed a picture of Mommy hugging him from behind, his face tucked against her neck and a big smile on her face. Bokuto was sitting directly to his side and Omi and Hinata were standing up in front of them, if any of them saw the phone’s screen, none of them said anything about it and Atsumu was grateful for it, especially because he caught the shocked looks they all suddenly tried to hide.

He grabbed his phone, answered the call and went to a corner of the court so no one would overhear his conversation, but he was acutely aware of his teammates staring curiously after him.

Mommy wanted to know how he was feeling, how was practice going, did anyone say anything to him or did he want to go home? Atsumu reassured her repeatedly that he was fine, as far as possible, and that no, no one had said anything to him, at least not to his face.

(He didn’t mention how he had walked by just in time to see a group of his coworkers going over the pictures from the tabloids from their day out shopping, calling him a sugar baby and saying that at least he made good eye candy.) (He didn’t mention that because he knew that if he did, Mommy would drive down immediately; Still, he knew that he needed to tell Mommy about it at some point, because it made him sad and made his eyes sting with unshed tears and one of Mommy’s rules was to never keep secrets from Mommy, especially when they made him sad.)

They said their goodbyes, Mommy told him to hang on just a little longer and then he could go home and she would meet him there and they could cuddle with Toulouse and he could nurse from Mommy.

Atsumu had to say goodbye quickly after that, because thinking about that made his brain feel fuzzy and he couldn’t afford that.

He joined the others and pretended not to notice when the conversations suddenly came to a halt.

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When practice finally ended, Atsumu was the first one out of the court and into the showers, quickly washing himself clean from the sweat, gritting his teeth because he liked it best when Mommy was the one to wash him clean, always in the bathtub with the water the perfect temperature and smelling nice and with bubbles. He scrubbed his hair harder.

Atsumu was quick to pat himself dry and to pull on his clothes. Skinny jeans and a hoodie; Both were gifts from Mommy from the day that they went shopping, one of the bags with Armani printed on it on the many pictures splayed across the tabloids was the one that had been holding his current attire.

“‘Tsumu, wait a moment!” Bokuto called for him and Atsumu noticed that his teammates were just walking past him to enter the changing room while he was ready to bolt, “We just wanted to ask you man, if you’re happy,” Bokuto was looking at him with wide eyes painfully earnest. Atsumu looked to Hinata and to Omi and both of them had similar expressions. “We’re just asking because all day you have been on edge, it's all.”

“I am, I promise,” Atsumu smiled at them, it was a small smile, but a smile nonetheless, “I’m just still a bit shaken from this morning, was not expecting that crowd at all,” He forced himself to give a short laugh, “But yes, I’m happy, I really am.” He told them, prayed to god that his voice sounded as sincere as he felt.

They stared at him for a few seconds and then he was met with three matching grins, “Good! So if you’re happy, we’re happy too!” Hinata told him happily, coming forward to give him a hug, “Also man, I might be jealous of you, she’s just… wow!” He ended, nodding appreciatively, and Atsumu had to exercise some restraint because that was his Mommy! No one else was allowed to think about his Mommy like that! But Hinata didn’t know that and he was being a good friend, so Atsumu laughed softly and nodded at him.

“Does ‘Samu know?” Omi asked him and Atsumu looked down guiltily.

“I suppose that now he does know, but we were planning on inviting him over for dinner this weekend so we could tell him ourselves; Bit too late for that now, I suppose,” Atsumu confessed, mind working a mile a minute trying to figure it out his brother’s reaction. His phone had blown up earlier with texts from ‘Samu, but he didn’t have the nerve to look them over.

“I’m sure it’ll be just fine.” Bokuto told him and was about to say something else when one of Atsumu’s new bodyguards (he couldn’t wrap his head around that concept) appeared by their side.

His hands were crossed firmly in front of him, his shoulders were squared, and he said something on his earpiece before turning forward and looking at Atsumu, “Sir, the driver is here and your car is ready, there is still a crowd upfront so we have worked with the team’s security crew and will be leaving by the back door. We have orders to work around the media so as to not let them get near you and then to take you straight home. Whenever you’re ready to leave, just let me know.” He informed him, voice professional.

Atsumu turned to his friends to say goodbye, all that he really wanted was for Mommy to cradle him close, maybe rock him a bit, but his friends were watching him with raised eyebrows and big grins, “I suppose that I could definitely get used to living like that,” Bokuto joked before coming forward and friendly slapping his shoulder, “Go on man, I bet that you must be drained from this hell of a day, if you need anything, just text me, alright?”

Atsumu nodded and looked at his friend, “Yeah, thanks man,” He smiled. He bid his friends goodbye and followed Maxim as he guided him through the building and out of the back door, straight inside one of Mommy’s town cars.

As Atsumu sinked into the leather seats, he felt his eyes closing. Not much longer now and then he could curl up in Mommy’s lap with his best friend and forget all about this damned day.

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When he got home, Atsumu went straight to Mommy’s bedroom; Undressing quickly and immediately hiding completely under the soft covers. He felt exhausted and sooner rather than later, his cheeks were flushed pink and were wet with his tears.

He didn’t really know why it was that he was crying, it wasn’t like he had never been the center of attention before, but maybe it was the fact that he felt exposed and raw. So wrapped up in his own spiraling thoughts that he was, that it took Mommy pulling him into her lap for him to notice that he was no longer alone, “Oh, baby;” Mommy cooed, rocking him slowly and smoothing his blonde hair back and away from his face, tsking when he gasped for air, “Baby, it’s okay, you’re okay, Mommy is right here and Mommy isn’t leaving,” She cooed at him for long moments, his large hands balling into tight fists where they were bunching up the fabric of her silk shirt.

Mommy continued to hold him close and to rock him slowly until he was all cried out, only then reaching for the bedside table for a baby wipe that Atsumu was not sure where it came from, cleaning his face from tears and wiping his nose, “Are you feeling better, baby?” She asked him, bright eyes looking down at him in worry.

“A bit,” Was his response, voice hoarse from crying, hand coming up to rub his eyes, “How was your day, Mommy?” He asked, voice small.

Mommy looked at him with a small frown, but indulged him nonetheless, “It was fine, as far as it could be; A lot of calls asking for interviews,” She rolled her eyes before sighing softly, “But we won’t be doing any of those, so there’s no need to worry over that.” She informed him and Atsumu felt a bit calmer with that piece of information, “Have you eaten anything?” She frowned heavily when he shook his head no, “I’ll ask the cook to make you something, nothing too heavy,”

“I’m not hungry, Mommy,” He told her, “Can we just cuddle and eat later?” He asked and she hated with a passion how small and unsure his voice sounded.

“Okay, baby,” She conceded, “But you’re eating dinner later on,” Mommy’s tone didn’t allow any objections and Atsumu just nodded; He studied her face when she bit her lower lip as if thinking, before bringing her hand to caress his warm face, “Baby, Mommy wants to try something a bit different tonight; You might not like it at first, but Mommy really thinks that it’ll help you relax, do you remember how you felt last Friday when you nursed from Mommy for the first time?”

Atsumu frowned a bit and Mommy smoothed it over with gentle fingers, “Felt fuzzy, weird but not a bad weird,” He responded, hands coming up to play with the pearls around her neck, hazel eyes studying it intently and Mommy smiled down at him.

“It’s called a little headspace, darling,” She said, hand continuing its motion on his cheek, “That is when you go into a headspace of an age younger than your biological one,” She told him, shushed him softly and held him a bit tighter when he hid his face on her neck, “There’s no need to feel embarrassed, baby; Mommy wanted you to feel like that, didn’t you feel safe? Like you could just relax and let Mommy take care of you?” She hummed once he nodded hesitantly against her neck, hand coming up to cup the back of his head, “Well, now Mommy wants to try something else that might make it easier for you to slip right back into that headspace. Mommy knows that you had a very stressful day, and I think that my little boy deserves to relax now,”

Atsumu swallowed thickly, arms wrapping around Mommy’s middle as he tried to burrow closer to her. He knew that he should feel weirded out, maybe fight this entire dynamic, but should he really? Mommy had done nothing but care for him all this time, she never let him down and she never allowed him to feel self-conscious. He felt Mommy’s fingers cupping his chin until his eyes were meeting hers, he knew that his cheeks were bright red, “Okay, Mommy,” He said, trusting her with yet another aspect of his life.

Mommy kissed his lips softly, gave him a bright smile, “Okay, baby, lay down on the bed, Mommy will be right back;” She said and Atsumu moved to do as told. His eyes watched her with rapt attention as she disappeared inside the walk-in closet and came back with a large bag. She offered him a kind smile as she showed him the first object and Atsumu felt himself go numb with embarrassment as he identified it as a changing mat. Mommy patted his hip softly and he raised his body just enough for her to place it underneath him, “You know, baby; Mommy thinks that maybe you should have your friend with you,” Her voice was tender as she handed him Toulouse and immediately Atsumu hid his face on the soft orange fur. He closed his eyes tightly and felt himself floating away, barely processing Mommy’s actions as she wiped him down, powdered his privates and taped the diaper around his hips.

It was only when Mommy was moving him again, cradling him close to her chest and guiding his mouth to her nipple that Atsumu allowed himself to assess the feeling of having the puffy garment wrapped around him. He felt oddly comfortable - safe, even. He closed his eyes again, brought his stuffie up so it was smushed between his chest and Mommy’s and allowed himself the solace of being in Mommy’s arms.

He fell asleep soon after and Mommy allowed him to break the rule of never skipping meals.

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wordsnwhiskey · 3 years

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As It Should Be | Chapter 4: Company

Pairing: Agent Whiskey x F!Reader x Frankie Morales

Summary: Whiskey gets a surprised call and he and Frankie have a long talk.

Rating: M

Warnings: Talks of drug use, alcohol, mentions of character death, mentions of canon typical violence, PTSD, violent nightmare

A/N: I really wanted this conversation to happen between these two given their respective histories. We all know that Whiskey needed therapy and in this verse he gets it. It’s also my HC, from what I vaguely know (I’m not an expert and I could be very wrong), that Whiskey was an officer in the Air Force where he flew/placed in jets and that’s how he knows how to fly an F-22 (The Silver Pony).

We are getting some angst and some fluff this time folks!

Also, yes I do have a specific soap in mind for Whiskey, it's Old Glory by Duke Cannon

Huge special thanks to mi esposa @danniburgh and my friend Agent Capri Sun for the betas and encouragement!!

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He was drowning. He needed...something. He needed help.

Frankie pulled his phone out, went to the recent number that was, as of yet, unsaved, and pressed ‘call’. His shaky hand brought the phone up to his ear as the line rang.

Whiskey’s hair was still wet from his shower, and his white t-shirt clung to his damp skin. Eyeing the take out on his counter, he sank into his couch and smiled at your texts:

Whiskey: Thai sound good, sweetheart?

Bourbon: God yes Jack, I’m starving!

Whiskey: I’ll let you know when I get outta the shower, see you soon sweetheart

He was just about to send you a message to come on over when his phone rang. Glancing at the clock on his stove, then back to the unfamiliar Texas number on his caller ID, he frowned.

“Whiskey.”

His greeting was curt. Who the hell would be calling at 8:30 pm on a Wednesday?

“H-hey Whiskey, it’s me, Frankie. Is… uh, is she there?”

Whiskey’s frown deepened, not that he minded Frankie calling him, far from it, but his voice was cracking like he’d been... crying?

“Oh, hey there, Flyboy. No she isn’t, do you need me to get her?”

“N-no, no… I, uh, I don’t want her to see me right now. I’m, uh,” Whiskey could hear Frankie take a deep breath on the other side of the line. “I’m having a bad night, Jack. Could you come get me? I’m at the hotel.”

Jack shot straight up, practically leaping to his feet.

“Did you…?”

The question clung to the air like lead, crushing both of their chests in the silence.

“No, I haven’t… I just… fuck.”

Jack was moving, grabbing his leather jacket, keys, and Stetson, practically sprinting out the door.

“Don’t worry about it, Flyboy. I’m headed your way.”

He shifted his weight while he waited for the elevator to take him to the parking garage, shooting off a quick text to you in apology. Frankie’s words, “I don’t want her to see me,” rung in his ears and he decided to hold off on telling you what had come up, at least until he could see you at the office tomorrow.

Whiskey: Hey sweetheart, sorry something came up and I can’t do dinner tonight. Everything’s fine, see you at the office, sugar. X

Your phone went off and you quickly unlocked it, eager to hear back from Jack so you could head over. A frown pulled the corners of your lips down at his text, but you knew he wouldn’t cancel on you without good reason.

You: See you tomorrow, cowboy. Better make it up to me ;)

Frankie had left the door slightly ajar and was pacing around his room, arms crossed in front of him when he heard a quick knock, then the handle was turning and Whiskey crossed the threshold. He took a cursory glance around the room: nothing but minibar booze bottles, thankfully. Whiskey let out a sigh of relief that was short-lived when he took in Frankie’s demeanor. Frankie’s face was taut with shame, and his gaze refused to rise any higher than Whiskey’s boots.

“I didn’t know who else to call,” Frankie choked out, “ Pope, and Hawk… I can’t disappoint them again. I’ve been clean for three years, and I didn’t…”

Jack shook his head and beckoned Frankie over, wrapping his arm around the other man’s shoulders and pulling him in for a quick, tight hug.

“C’mon, Flyboy, this is not the time nor the place to talk about this. I’m taking you back to my place, and we’re gonna have some whiskey that’s much better than what you’ve had here, and then we can talk.”

Frankie nodded and grabbed his hat, planting it on his head as Whiskey tugged him out of the hotel room. He was so deep in his thoughts and his guilt for having Whiskey come out that he didn’t realize where he was until the elevator dinged. Whiskey unlocked and opened the door to his condo, giving way to a view so incredible Frankie almost forgot to breathe. Across from the entryway, on the far side of the condo, the gorgeous New York night skyline twinkled back at them from beyond the wall of glass windows. Frankie marveled at the rustic elegance of Jack’s home. It had an entirely open floor plan, giving Frankie a view of the dark cherry butcher block island, the top-of-the-line range top, and other appliances, all immaculately clean. For a moment, he wondered if that was because Whiskey ordered out more than he cooked, but then he saw the bags of takeout on the counter and immediately felt guilty.

“I’m sorry, looks like I interrupted your dinner plans.”

Whiskey closed and locked the door behind him, hanging his jacket up on the nearby hook. He glanced over at the takeout, then put his hand on Frankie’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, partner. I just told her something came up. You hungry? I ordered her Drunken Noodles, be a shame to put them to waste.”

Frankie was about to decline when his stomach rumbled, and Whiskey chuckled.

“C’mon, Flyboy, go sit down on the couch and I’ll bring the food and some whiskey round.”

With a nod, he toed his dress shoes off (they were all he had without his go bag) and made for the brown leather couch. He sat down a bit stiffly, feeling awkward given the circumstances. Whiskey brought over the containers of food, handing one to Frankie and resting his own on the coffee table before grabbing them the promised drinks. He sat down, and Frankie took his drink in one hand, relishing in the smooth burn as he took a sip, then set it down to dive into his food.

They ate in a relaxed and cozy silence. Frankie finished first, which wasn’t a surprise. When Whiskey finished, he took Frankie’s empty container with him to toss in the garbage before he made his way back. An awkward silence replaced the previous comfortable one, and Frankie found himself having a hard time pulling his gaze from the amber liquid in his glass. Whiskey took a deep breath, then turned on the couch to face Frankie.

“Santiago said you’ve been clean for three years? That’s quite the accomplishment.”

“Yeah, thanks. Doesn’t really feel like it right now. I feel like I failed. I’m worried I’ll slip up.”

“I don’t think you will, Frankie. Neither do Pope or Bourbon.”

Jack didn’t know why, but the words rang true in his mind, even though he hadn’t known Frankie for very long.

“You don’t seem like the kind of guy to throw three years of hard work away, Flyboy.”

A small smile tugged at Frankie’s lips and he took a sip from his glass.

“Must’ve been weird for Halcón. Last time she saw me, fuck, I was barely with it. The suspension hit me hard. I had been getting my shit together before Colombia and the funeral. I just wanted to be able to fly. I couldn’t and still can’t stand the idea of being grounded. That, and I knew my fianceé would leave me if I didn’t get it together. But then, well, we all went to Colombia.”

“I couldn’t imagine being grounded. I don’t fly often, but to not have the option? I dunno what I’d do.”

Whiskey shook his head and grimaced. Frankie perked up, head snapping to meet Whiskey’s gaze.

“You fly?”

“Mmmhmm, was in the Air Force for a bit, did jets. Statesmen has an F-22, the Silver Pony, that I fly.”

A small buzz of excitement was washing over Frankie, and he subconsciously scooted closer to Whiskey. He didn’t really have anyone to talk to about flying, even if helicopters and jets were two very different means of flying.

“What made you risk it, Flyboy? What happened in Colombia?”

Frankie frowned and let out a deep sigh.

“Pope had been down there for a few years, chasing a narco named Gabriel Martín Lorea. He finally got a break when his CI told him she knew where he was hiding out and where he was stashing his money. He showed up outta the blue asking us, our old team, to come down and do recon, $17k just for a week of recon. If we wanted to stay on after that, we’d be entitled to 25% of whatever we seized, and the rumour was that Lorea had $75M on him. I’m guessing Halcón was busy with a mission for you guys, and I’m glad she was. It ended up being a fucking shitshow.”

Whiskey noted the faraway look in Frankie’s eyes as he sighed and took another swig from his glass, shaking his head as Frankie recalled the events.

“After the recon, Pope said he thought we could do the job ourselves, take all the money and not tell the local governments. We found out that the local agency hadn’t been the ones to pay us the $17k. That had come out of Pope’s pocket. He was so sure that the locals were on Lorea’s payroll, and if he went to the local agency, Lorea would disappear with the money. At the end of the day, none of us could say no. Turned out the rumors of Lorea having $75M were wrong. The house was stuffed, literally, with cash. Tom, our captain, got greedy. He ignored our hard-out time and insisted we take more loads of cash. We ended up stealing close to $250M, then we burned the house down.”

Whiskey whistled. “$250M is a lot of money, partner…”

Frankie barked out a humorless laugh, his eyes rueful.

“Too much. Our helo couldn’t take it all and make it over the Andes. I knew it before take off, and I warned Tom and Pope, but all any of us could see was the money. Tom didn’t want to leave it on the runway. I almost had us over the Andes when a gearbox blew, and I had to get us back to flat. We had to cut the money net, and it was just our luck that it happened to be over a coke farm. It was a bad landing. I honestly don’t know how none of us were seriously injured, but Pope and Tom went to go and convince the farmers to get out of the money. Our comms were out, so we were going off of hand signals. Tom got too trigger happy, and he dropped a few of the villagers. I-I provided cover fire, too…”

Frankie hung his head, no matter how much Will, Benny, or Pope had tried to reassure him, he still held an enormous amount of guilt over what had happened. He felt Whiskey’s hand rest on his shoulder, and he leaned into the touch.

“That’s what you were trained to do, Flyboy. You couldn’t have known any different, especially without comms.”

Frankie nodded, taking a large gulp of his whiskey, then continued on.

“A couple days later, we took fire in the mountains, and they got Tom. It ended up being a kid and another guy from the coke farm. We killed them, but there was nothing we could do for Tom. Headshot, he died instantly. 10 years we all served together, and then he was gone, leaving behind an ex and two daughters. It could have been any one of us though, Jack… we all took lives during that mission. Tom just took the wrong ones. It… it could have been me even, I shot some of those villagers, too.”

Frankie felt Whiskey’s grip on his shoulder tighten and looked up to see the empathetic sadness of someone who truly understood how he felt reflected back in Whiskey’s eyes. Frankie cleared his throat.

“We ended up bailing on a lot of the cash, taking only what we could carry in our daypacks and tossing the rest in a ravine so we could haul Tom’s body out with us. At the end of it, we made out with around $5M, but we all agreed it should go to Tom’s family. I got back to find my fianceé had left. She couldn’t stand my leaving with Pope. Looking back, my addiction is probably what really did us in, but I was devastated to come home to an empty house after everything that had happened. Things got… dark after that. I fell back on old habits, fuck, I had barely been clean a few months when we went to Colombia. I didn’t want to think about what we’d done there, didn’t want to feel the emptiness, didn’t want to sleep and deal with the nightmares. I was a mess, and I… uh, I took too much one day. Pope found me unconscious, lying on the ground, and got me to the hospital. When I came to, I realized I didn’t want to end up dead in my shitty apartment, once they discharged me, I checked into rehab.”

Frankie took another drink. No one other than Pope knew that knocking on death’s door had been the turning point for him. Whiskey chewed on his lip, taking a drink and debating whether he should share his past as well.

“Drugs are… a terrible thing to get hooked on. My high school sweetheart, carrying my unborn son, was murdered by two meth head freaks robbing a fucking convenience store. I was on leave from the Air Force, waiting for them to come home when I got the call. I didn’t realize how much it festered in me until about a year back when we were taking down the Golden Circle.”

Frankie nodded. He remembered that he had been glad he was clean by then.

“I’m sorry, Whiskey… I didn’t know, I shouldn’t have-”

Jack’s hand moved from Frankie’s shoulder to rub his back reassuringly.

“Listen, the things you’ve done and seen for our country… and not, well, it’s a lot, and I know it’s not the same as the freaks who… it’s not the same. I almost sabotaged the mission. My hate-addled brain thought it would be justice… It was Bourbon who very literally knocked me on my ass and kept me from making a decision I’d regret. She encouraged me to see a Statesmen counselor, which has been a lot of work, but has been more helpful than I ever thought it would be. Have you thought about that?”

Frankie was distracted for a moment by Jack’s hand. It felt nice, reassuring, safe, things that had been sorely lacking for him today.

“I have and I did, well, I had to as part of the program, and I kept it up for a bit after. It helped, but… I couldn’t really talk about what happened with Tom. Sure there’s confidentiality and all that, but what we did is all kinds of illegal. I couldn’t exactly bring that to a session or group.”

Frankie snorted, a ghost of a smile tugged at a corner of his mouth.

“Really though, aside from the program I was in after rehab to get my license back, I’ve gotten some hobbies and some other out-outlets. This was just a lot. I needed to not be alone.”

Jack cocked his head at the way Frankie stuttered and subconsciously fidgeted with the bandage on his right wrist. He had picked up from the night prior that Frankie had a thing for pain, and Frankie’s reaction when he had bandaged him up was further proof of that. But using it as his sole outlet or method of working through his issues was something he wouldn’t enable. His eyes narrowed, and before Frankie could blink, Jack snatched his left hand, mindful of the tender marks as he held fast and fixed Frankie with a hard stare. Frankie flinched at the sudden movement then his eyes widened a little.

“You know this ain’t a solution, Flyboy.”

Jack’s voice had an edge to it bordering on a growl. Frankie shook his head quickly.

“Shit, no, Whiskey, the i-impact p-play stuff, i-it’s an outlet, and it’s not my only outlet. I met my old partners, Sam and then later on her husband, a year and a half or two years ago. I was a year clean before I even had my first session with either of them. I met Sam when she booked a flight tour, and one thing led to another… She’d come back into town and sometimes her husband would come with, but we all kept everything pretty quiet. They helped me relax, and they had their fun.”

Frankie was doing his best to be nonchalant, but he couldn’t help the slight bitterness creeping into his voice. Maybe it had to do with the fact that Jack’s tone had thrown him off guard, unexpectedly stirring something in him. Whiskey, of course noticed on both counts, having been trained to do so. He could see through Frankie a mile away. Frankie nervously took another sip from his glass, shuddering as Whiskey’s thumb gingerly rubbed circles over the marks, seemingly accepting his explanation.

“You know, had I known about your… interests, I would have done things a bit differently last night, Flyboy.” He winked at Frankie, then smirked as he examined Frankie’s wrist more thoughtfully. “How are they doing?”

“G-good, thanks. And uh, well, you’re one of 3 people who know.” Frankie murmured.

Whiskey’s eyebrows raised slightly in surprise as he nodded and released Frankie’s hand.

“Really? Not Pope or Bourbon?”

“Are you kidding me? Pope would never let me hear the end of it. There are some things he doesn’t need to know.” Frankie chuckled and shook his head. “And Halcón? Well, there was never any reason for her to know. We never did anything together before last night.”

“How long has it been since you last saw Sam or her husband?”

Frankie downed the rest of his whiskey, eyes far away for a moment, remembering their last session, the sharp pain followed by a rush of endorphins and the occasional soothing praise. He shook his head gently, blinking himself out of his memories at the feeling of Jack’s warm hand on his knee.

“It’s been a while, six months? They moved overseas.”

There was a beat of silence, Whiskey could sense there was something up, it was a subtle shadow flitting across Frankie’s face. He decided to push a little more.

“Did you have feelings for them?”

“It was complicated.”

The edge in Frankie’s voice was tinged with pain, and he tried to cover it up with a laugh that came out humorless.

“I guess it isn’t that complicated. After six months, things shifted, and they made it clear I wasn’t part of their long term plan. It became very transactional, which was fine, but there was less and less... care after.”

“Oh.”

The response slipped from Jack’s lips, and he was momentarily stunned quiet before his temper began to flare. His index finger and thumb gently gripped Frankie’s chin, forcing him to meet his gaze.

“Listen carefully, Flyboy. What I did last night was the bare minimum of what someone should do in that kind of situation. Anything less is negligent. Christ, how was this ever stress relief for you if you were left to free fall afterwards?”

Whiskey’s voice was calm and even, but Frankie could see the fury raging in his eyes. Sensing Whiskey’s desire for understanding, he nodded then shrugged.

“I guess I’d try to go on a hike with one of the guys or go train at the gym.”

Silence fell between them, a muscle in Whiskey’s jaw clenching before he glanced at the clock and let out a deep sigh, willing himself to calm down.

“It’s already just about midnight, Flyboy. Why don’t you go shower, and I’ll put on a clean bandage for you once you’re done. You can use my bathroom. There’s a clean towel hanging you can use. Don’t worry about clothes, I’ll leave something for you to sleep in on my bed so you can change while I set up the guest room for you.”

Frankie was about to protest, saying he could do his own bandages, but Whiskey fixed him with a stare and shook his head.

“Go on Flyboy, get yourself in the shower. Head down the hall, second door on the left. Your room is across the hall. I’ll be waiting there with the medkit when you’re done.”

Whiskey took Frankie’s empty glass and stood, taking their glasses to the sink while Frankie got up and made his way to the shower. A pensive frown tugged at Whiskey’s lips. Tonight certainly explained a lot of things. The sharp fury that permeated Whiskey’s chest when they were talking about Frankie’s previous partners returned. How could someone not be bothered with aftercare? It was also clear that Frankie felt abandoned by them. On some level, the poor man was probably terrified of that happening again, if he even entertained the thought of something between the three of you. Whiskey waited a few moments until he heard the water running before heading into his room. He let out a sigh as he grabbed a white t-shirt and a pair of linen shorts for Frankie to wear, leaving them on the bed before he left to make sure the guest room was all set.

Frankie undressed quickly, folding his clothes and setting them down on the vanity in a neat pile crowned with his hat. Next, he made quick work of unwrapping the bandage around his wrist and tossing the materials in the garbage. He let out a sigh of relief as he stepped into the shower and the hot water scoured the last two days from his skin. The relief was quickly replaced with a small whine of pain as the water hit his wrist. Closing his eyes and bracing himself against the wall with his forearm he breathed through the pain, acclimating to the sensation. Frankie took a minute to just exist, trying to enjoy the quiet that had slowly crept back into his mind. Taking a deep breath, he set to work getting himself clean. The steam made the air thick and heavy with the scent of Whiskey’s soap, something akin to leather and tobacco leaves. It clung to Frankie’s lungs, and he could have stayed there enjoying it for considerably longer. But, he didn’t want to keep Whiskey waiting, so he rinsed off and hopped out of the shower. He toweled off, smirking to himself when he saw it was monogrammed (because of course it was), then headed out and changed quickly into the shirt and shorts that had been left for him.

Whiskey looked up in time to see Frankie stride through the doorway wearing his shirt and shorts, smelling like him, his soap. He swallowed thickly and tried to recover with a smile.

“Feel better, Flyboy? C’mon, sit down. Let’s have a look.”

Frankie nodded, then took a seat next to Whiskey on the bed and gave him his right hand. Whiskey hummed his approval at the lack of resistance from Frankie, something the pilot felt tug at his chest.

“This is looking much better, Flyboy, should be completely healed in a few days.”

Whiskey smiled as he finished tending to and wrapping up Frankie’s wrist. Without prompting, Frankie offered his other wrist and Whiskey couldn’t bite back the smirk that followed. He was glad though, glad that Frankie was trusting him with this and was embracing these moments, even if it was for something small. Frankie’s left wrist was considerably better off, but even so, Whiskey was still gentle as he looked him over.

Frankie’s heart fluttered at the intimacy of what was happening. Here was Jack, a man he’d known for barely 48 hours, who was taking care of him, who had dropped everything to come get him, who had spent his evening letting Frankie talk. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had treated him this way.

There was an overwhelming urge building in his chest, and without thinking, he acted on it.

He gripped the collar of Whiskey’s t-shirt with one hand, tugging him closer as Frankie leaned in and kissed him. Whiskey was shocked for a moment, it had been the last thing he had been expecting, but he quickly recovered when he felt Frankie’s tongue swipe at his lip. His hand rested along the column of Frankie’s throat, thumb grazing over the scruff along his jaw as he deepened the kiss, leaning into Frankie and tasting him.

A small moan pulled Jack back to his senses, resting his forehead against Frankie’s and cupping his jaw with this other hand. They both panted, trying to catch their breath, and Whiskey smiled as he gave Frankie another quick kiss. For a moment, Frankie was worried he had overstepped when Whiskey cut off their kiss, but looking into the other man’s eyes, he knew that wasn’t the case.

“You’ve had a long day, Flyboy, we’re not gonna do anything tonight. Tomorrow though, if you want, I could help you get rid of some of that stress and help you come down the right way. No rush, no pressure, you can say no and nothing changes. I don’t want an answer right now either, sleep on it.”

Frankie’s breath quickened and his pupils dilated at the thought, but one thing nagged at him.

“What about Halcón?”

Whiskey chuckled and patted Frankie’s shoulder.

“Well it’s what we both want, in a manner of speaking. She’d be onboard, but she doesn’t have to know exactly what we do for now unless you’re comfortable with it. A lot of this is stuff I know she wants to go over on Friday, but for now, when it comes to me and Bourbon, keep an open mind and try not to overthink it, partner. If you want to do this tomorrow, then we can do it. If not, no harm, no foul, you’re still welcome to stay here and keep me company.”

Frankie nodded, still processing what Whiskey had said and more than a little surprised that Whiskey was inviting him back regardless of his decision. Whiskey stood up then, squeezing Frankie’s shoulder.

“G’night, Flyboy. Holler if you need anything.”

Frankie was back in Colombia. He felt sluggish, his feet refusing to respond the way he wanted them to. He saw the villager from the cocaine farm pop up from the rocky outcrop, but Frankie couldn’t move, couldn’t draw his gun to take him out. He cried out in anguish as the man fired.

“No! Tom!”

Then he was surrounded by Pope, Benny, Will, you, and Whiskey, statuesque as the man who killed Tom lined up and dropped Pope, moving his way down the line. Frankie was sobbing now, he was being swallowed up by the ground, sinking helplessly as the people he cared for were murdered.

Whiskey woke with a start to the sound of shouting.

Ripping the sheet and comforter off, Whiskey glanced at the clock. It read 01:30 and he sighed. Frankie just couldn’t catch a break.

“P-please, No! Po-Pope, God, n-no, Hal-Halcón! Whiskey!”

He really didn’t want to shake Frankie awake, worried as to how he might react waking up from that sort of dream, but Jack had to do something.

“Hey, Frankie, I’m right here, you gotta wake up. Wake up, Flyboy.”

Frankie shot up, feeling like ice water had been poured down his spine. He was wild-eyed and breathing heavily, but once again, Whiskey’s soothing words served to ground him, and he clung to them with all he had. He felt Whiskey pull him into a hug, and Frankie didn’t care about the awkward angle, he clung to the embrace as well.

Whiskey’s heart ached at the way Frankie clutched at him after hearing him call out Pope’s, his, and your names. He had a vague idea of what might have happened, he still had dreams where he couldn’t save his loved ones every now and then. Once Frankie’s breathing calmed a bit, Whiskey tugged him up out of bed.

“C’mon Flyboy, you’re coming with me.”

Frankie didn’t argue, he just followed, grateful that Whiskey was pulling him by his hand, needing that point of contact. Whiskey pulled back the covers on the side opposite of his and waited until Frankie crawled in before he pulled the covers over him, then slid in on his side of the bed. He scooted a bit closer, not wanting to crowd Frankie unless he wanted the contact, and was pleased when the other man scooted back until his back rested against Jack’s chest.

“Get some sleep, Flyboy. I’ve got you.”

Sooner than he expected, Whiskey heard soft snores coming from Frankie. He smiled then wrapped his arm around him and pulled him closer.

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spencessmile · 4 years

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Welcome Back Bambi

Pairing - BAU x Reader

Summary - After being away for years, you receive a call that pulls you back home.

Warnings - Team Fluff

Word Count - 2222 words

And all imagines/fanfics/blurbs are written solely by me so please don’t steal my work and post it without my consent. Happy reading!

For the longest time, you knew growing up you wanted to join the FBI. Joining the FBI was the only thing on your mind from a young age. You worked off your butt in university, finally made it to the academy, completed the academy training, and joined the BAU with some of the most profound agents. You had the honor of working alongside Jason Gideon, Aaron Hotchner, and other agents who soon became family.

Years passed until there was this one case that changed your life. You had a stalker that sent you anonymous texts, emails, and packages in the mail. You kept the situation to yourself, hoping to deal with it in your own way. After a while, the emails, packages, and texts stopped, and you were confronted by the stalker one night outside of your house where you were kidnapped, tortured, and shot.

That case took a huge toll on your life and ability to work. While you were ordered to take time off, Unit Chief Gideon left the bureau. You spent lots of time thinking about your time at the bureau and came to the conclusion that leaving would be the best option; at least for now. You handed in your resignation letter four months after Gideon left.

After a year, you received an offer to join the White Collar Crime Department. You needed to get back to work so you agreed without hesitation.

You spent the next 6 and ½ years working with the White Collar Crime Department. It was a far more tough job than you imagined. At the moment of receiving the call, you accepted the job because you were so desperate to get back on your feet. You were a workaholic, sitting at home wasn’t an option for you.

Present Day

It was a cold rainy day in Virginia as you were seated in front of your desk in a small cozy office staring out the window. You should be tackling the stack of paperwork on your desk but your mind kept wandering back to the phone call you received two hours ago. You grabbed your phone and stared at the call log, your finger lingering over the contact number, unsure of what to do.

“Agent Y/L/N, do you have a minute?” Director Jones walked in and shut the door.

“Actually I have loads of paperwork to complete, Director Jones."

"Okay, so you do have time. I need to speak with you,” You sighed as she sat down. “Did they reach out to you?” You knew exactly who she was talking about and where this conversation was going.

“I received a call.”

“And you didn’t come to discuss it with me? Why not?"

"I just received the call two hours ago."

"You should have come to speak with me as soon as you ended that call, Agent Y/L/N."

"I’m swamped with work, Director."

She narrowed her eyes at you almost like she was trying to read what was going on inside your brain. "Are you considering it?"

You sighed. "I haven’t decided yet."

"Will you have a decision by the end of the day?"

"Is that when you need an answer?"

"That’s when the Department needs an answer."

You leaned forward in your chair, folding your hands "Director Jones, when do you need an answer?"

"I’d like one before I step out of your office."

Three weeks later, at Quantico

Everyone was surrounded around Reid’s desk as they stared at the elevator doors. "Is she here yet?” Garcia stumbled into the bullpen.

"Not yet baby girl,” Morgan responded.

“I don’t like change,” Garcia whined.

“Baby girl, change isn’t always bad,” Morgan replied.

“I know, I know. But over the past couple of months, we’ve had a lot of agents come and go. I just want someone to come and decide to stay. I just want her to be nice, that's the biggest thing for me."

"Wait, why do you keep using the pronoun she?” Prentiss asked, raising her eyebrow. “Do you know who it is?"

"I overheard Rossi and Hotch talking the other day but I don’t know who she is. Rossi sounded super excited to have her a part of the team."

The elevator doors opened and everyone’s eyes followed the ding.

"Morning,” JJ smiled. “What are we all doing?"

"We’re waiting for the newest member of the team. Did you see anyone on your way up?” Prentiss asked.

“Nope."

"I need everyone at the round table now,” Hotch orders walking out of his office, Rossi following quickly behind with a very small smirk on his face.

“Looks like we got a case,” Morgan grabbed his coffee cup and followed everyone to the round table.

“What’s wrong?” Reid asked, fiddling with his pencil.

“We’ve had a rough couple of weeks and I know that everyone is anxious to get back out there. I’m also aware that everyone is looking forward to meeting our newest member of the team. Pl-"

"Is she already here?” Garcia cut Hotch off. “Sorry, sir."

"They should be here any minute,” Hotch looked at his watch.

Walking back into the same building brought chills down your back. It brought back bittersweet moments. You flashed your ID card to security and made your way up to the 6th floor. As soon as the elevator doors opened, a wave of nerves wrenched your stomach. You stood outside the glass doors for a couple of seconds.

It’s now or never.

You pushed open the glass doors and your eyes met with the familiar settings. It all looked the same except the desks had changed. The only scent that hadn’t changed was the smell of fresh brewing coffee.

“Can I help you?” You heard someone speak up.

“Hi I’m Agent Y/L/N, I’m here to see Agent Hotchner."

"Ah, he is with the team at the round table. I’ll call him for you.”

“Thank you,” You said as your phone vibrated, looking down there were 3 missed calls from Director Jones and 2 missed calls from Section Chief Erin Strauss. You didn’t want to deal with any of them right now so you turned off your phone, and shoved it in the depths of your purse.

“Oh my god! It’s you. It’s really you! You’re back!” You turned around to see Garcia, she pulled you in for a tight hug. “I can’t believe you're here,” Garcia cupped your face. “I’ve missed you.”

“Hello hello, I’ve missed you too."

"Baby girl, let us hug her too,” You hugged Morgan tightly. “This is such a surprise,” Morgan pulled back.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” JJ said.

“Uh, that would never happen."

Hotch and Rossi both took turns hugging you but there was someone you didn't recognize.

"Agent Y/L/N, this is Agent Emily Prentiss,” Hotch introduced.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” You shook her hand.

“Likewise. I’ve heard lots about you,” She smiled.

You looked around and noticed someone was missing.

“Where’s Reid?” You asked, and Morgan smiled at your question. Back in the day before you left the bureau, Reid and you were the closest on this team. You always got along with him and he was your best friend. After joining the White Collar Crime Department you kept in contact with everyone on the team but it wasn’t the same as being with them every day.

“He’s on a phone call,” Garcia replied.

“Which department did you come down from?” Prentiss asked.

“White Collar Crime Department.” You said, proudly.

“Are you serious? Damn,” Morgan said, surprised.

“It was great, at first. But it’s a lot for anyone to take on."

"Really?"

I nodded. "When Hotch called I was sort of relieved I was getting a way out. Not saying that I’m not blessed to have joined that Department but it was lots of paperwork. Like way too much paperwork."

The team looks over to Rossi.

"Rossi bribes us to do his paperwork,” Emily pointed out.

“Let me guess, allergic to paperwork?” I asked and Rossi just kept a small smile. “I tried that excuse too."

"How did it work out?"

"Oh, it wasn’t in my favor at all," Everyone chuckles.

"Well, now I’m going to spare the rest of the team for a bit and have the newest member do all my paperwork,” Rossi joked and Emily and Morgan cheered, high five each other.

“Sorry Y/L/N you're in for a ride,” Morgan said.

“How is Director Jones doing?” Hotch asked, knowing that she is not most people’s favorite. She's definitely not your favorite, that’s for sure.

“Oh, she is a dream,” You joked and the team laughed. “Same blonde pixie cut wears way too much red lipstick and black eyeliner. Thank you for saving me,” Hotch cracked a very small smile.

“Do you still stay back after everyone leaves?” JJ asked as you nodded.

“You know JJ, some people never change,” Morgan added.

“Y/N?” You heard a voice and saw Reid standing on the catwalk. You looked up and he had the biggest smile on his face. You excused yourself from the team and quickly ran over to Reid.

Last time you remembered, Reid wasn’t much of a hugger but right now he opened his arms for a hug and you jumped into his embrace.

“Oh my god, you're here,” He whispered, squeezing you a little tighter, you didn’t mind at all. “I’ve missed you."

"I’ve missed you too,” You smile, pulling back.

You could feel the eyes of the team watching Reid and you interact from the bullpen.

“Nice hair pretty boy,” You teased him using Morgan’s nickname for Reid. “Did you join a boyfriend part-time or something?” You joked.

“Hotch asked me the same thing last week,” He replied. Reid looked at you for a few moments before saying. “I’m really glad you decided to come back."

"Me too."

All paperwork was abandoned as the team all had their chairs rolled over to your desk wanting to catch up.

“She really did that to you?” Prentiss asked.

“Director Jones is a true gem,” You say. “If you can work with her then I think you can do anything.” Prentiss laughs. “You guys want to know something?”

JJ nods. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I missed Strauss while working at the White Collar Crime Department.”

Morgan shakes his head at you. “Nah, did you really just say that?”

“I’m being one hundred percent serious,” You say, sitting up straight. “I’d rather have Strauss to worry about than Jones. That woman made alpha males cry,” You laugh. “It’s like Ursula came to life,” You joke and everyone cracked up.

You looked across the bullpen to see Hotch in the same spot as always, at his desk, finishing up paperwork. After you left you kept up with the team enough to know that they went through some tough times.

“How is Hotch doing after, you know?” You ask.

A couple of months after you left Hotch lost Haley after the George Foyet case. You wanted to come back and visit but you were swamped and couldn’t make any time. Although you did make a phone call, it wasn’t the same.

Morgan looked over at Hotch and sighed. “He took a week off and then he came back.”

“Typical Hotch,” You replied.

“He’s doing alright though.”

“What about you?” JJ asked and you look at her, with a confused look.

“What about me?”

“How are you doing after the stalker case?”

“I’ve been alright,” You reply. “But I was held hostage, and shot a while back.”

“What?” Reid said, putting his hand on your right arm. “Are you okay?” Concerned filled his eyes.

You shook your head. “I’m fine Reid. It was almost a year ago.”

“What happened?” Garcia asked.

“It was a case that went south, really quick. We were getting pressured by the authorities and we had to do something quickly so I put myself in a situation that I knew wasn’t going to end well.” You say. “Spent a few weeks in recovery but I’m all good,” You give them a thumbs up.

You were about to tell another story but Garcia’s phone went off.

"I’m all for happy moments because we never have enough of them but we have a case,” Garcia states, getting up. “Let’s go, wonder girl, it’s time to get those wheels in your brain turning again."

Everyone shuffles into the conference room. Reid stopped when he noticed you didn’t move.

"What’s wrong?” His soft brown eyes, piercing into yours.

"Nothing, nothing. I just uhh -” You looked around and there was a part of you that was glad to be back in a place that was so familiar. "I’m just really happy to be back with you all,” You smile.

“Welcome back Bambi,” Reid said, using a nickname from an inside joke that was formed years ago on the jet on the way home from a very interesting case.

It’s not about where you are, it’s who you have by your side - Unknown

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volfoss · 3 years

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how about ranking bucciarati's team?

regret to inform you that ur gonna get a very long answer bc i have passionate feelings about them all! also trish is in this bc she is part of the team and no one will tell me otherwise and will also include some rambling bc it is me and i have so many feelings towards these characters and none of them r cohesive

under the cut just in case (post writing yes it was long)

Giorno Giovanna:

way way more complex than ppl normally give him credit for (i will not go into feelings on how a majority of the fandom treats him unless ppl want me to then i will in fact make a very long ranty post and will not be stopped)

mildly op (esp at the beginning with how hes kind of able to just use his stand really well w no problems altho i think thats true of most of the jojos that we have seen animated?)

i am emotionally attached to him and want to give him a big hug

hes just a kinda goofy kid and is maybe a bit not good with figuring out hey this is a semi dangerous situation maybe i shouldnt be taunting him (leaky eye luca for example)

has the actual best theme

i love how he works off the rest of the team so well (even w members who do not like him)

is in my top 3 jojos i love this kid sm i would adopt him if he was real

7/10

Bruno Bucciarati:

the fucking way his character develops from licky man to best dad material is my favorite thing

his outfit is so so so good i would die to wear it

in general this man is one of my fave jojos characters and i get a lot of comfort from him

hes just really neat and has a good taste in music

he did his fucking best and i will always love him for that

imo the way that his death was drawn out was genuinely one of the most heartbreaking deaths in the entire series and fucks me up each time i think of it

i feel like he really is the one to hold the team together in a way that everyone feels cared for and saved

def has a savior complex tho for sure

dilf but im ace

also manga superiority bc he either makes the stupidest faces or looks very nice (anime has a lot of weird animation in regards to his face) and also because its lingerie there instead of a tattoo that changes thickness and placement every second

10/10

Leone Abbacchio:

guilty pleasure liking man

i am obsessed with his vibes and wish to become him

i cannot physically express just how much i love him but hes one of my faves of all time (not obvious by my theme at all wdym)

i miss his manga palette but also the colored manga isnt my beloved but also black lipstick abba

hot take maybe but anime abba looks better than manga minus the lipstick debacle

hes so so tall and i will steal his height in a nice way

his past man his past it fucks me up

his death fucks me up normally but when i was rewatching recently, i saw he gave this tiny lil smile after helping the kids get their ball and i could not take it anymore

him and brunos relationship (canonically and out of canon too) is one of my favorites in the series

also fandom hot take as i guess i am doing those for everyone- but ppl either have him as cosntantly trying to murder giorno or being like good son and v out of character, and it is really weird? not sayign that ill do better when i write them but also like im convinced some ppl havent seen the show or smth

i will steal both him and bruno and marry them both <3

this man is beloved i love him to death

10/10

Pannacotta Fugo:

i cannot spell his first name to save my life

also fandom take- ppl make him constantly only angry boy all the time and it really irks me. ik araki did not give him 2 much to work w in terms of canon personality but its frustrating

the light novel purple haze feedback is so so so good and adds sm to his character and i really like it for that!

fugo is one of those that imo deserves a lot and didnt get that

genuinely the vibes between how he treats narancia is v interesting to me, like its clear he cares about nara but nara not doing great w math really frustrates him

i love their interactions and how he is genuinely a kind person at times

the manga colors r superior here, my strawberry boy <3

i just really love and appreciate him a lot and wish that ppl gave him more love

i keep getting assigned him on kin quizzes

very smart good boy

ALSO ok fugo did not do any wrong by leaving

unsure if thats a hot take but i genuinely dont blame the character one bit for leaving and again purple haze feedback really delves into that and why he did it

if ur a fugo fan go read it

his past is really upsetting esp in the anime i will cry over it

his stand is adorable and i wanna hug it

his vibes r fun and i wanna gift him strawberry dangly earrings

8/10

Narancia Ghirga:

this boy i am also adopting (i am adopting most of them sorry)

i really hate how ppl act as if hes stupid bc bad math skills do not equal stupid like did ppl not see the fight w formaggio??

the way he just fucking dove into the water after the boat and how brunos face went all soft and happy it will never not make me cry

he is constnatnly making me wanna cry if i think too much about him for 2 seconds i love him sm

how can anyone not adore him when he set an entire street on fire yk

hes just happy despite his past and it makes me sad i love nara sm

torture dance is one of my favorite memes from the show

ALSO ok the way he died so suddenly absolutely broke me bc the remaining team members r really just seeing everyone die in front of them so quickly

his goofy and laid back moments r my fave

i love just how loyal and caring he is to his friends

his stand is really cool and again the fight w formaggio was so fun to watch

8/10

Guido Mista:

probably my least favorite member of the team for a semi good reason:

the jokes towards trish are really really uncomfy and how fugo doesnt wanna be involved but he is pushing him to do something that makes him uncomfortable did not make me like him a lot

hes goofy but not goofy enough for me to be ok with the repeated jokes about that esp in the body swap episode (ik it was supposed to be funny but it just felt off)

his vibes r good but i wish we got to see his hair

the fandom interpretation is normally pretty good of him overall?

despite not loving him a lot, i really enjoying writing for him (one day might open up headcanon requests or smth but unsure)

hes someone id wanna watch movies w but his taste in movies and mine r very different

love how he and his stand get along

honestly has very very good comedic potential

i really like how he and giorno interact as the series goes on (in a platonic way i need to clarify that i love their friendship)

again him in purple haze feedback was really interesting

probably a 5/10?

Trish Una:

beloved and deserved better

her first outfit in the manga > outfit in the anime

actually in general i believe in manga trish superiority like her hair in the manga looks so cool

her stand her stand her stand i love sm

if u dont include trish in the group i am murdering u <3

HER CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT!!!! IS SO GOOD!!!!!!

fandom gripe is how people either pretend she does not exist or has the trish first introduction thing where shes using her defense mechanisms and acting a bit spoiled

OK but her in purple haze feedback!!! mild spoilers but how bruno was taking care of her post the ending of vento aureo makes me so happy each time i think of it

very mad that she canonically didnt really get an ending and yet again PHF my beloved actually gave her that

how spice girl starts out as a stand thats helping her thru a very stressful situation is so cool and i love it

DAD BRUNO DAD BRUNO DAD BRUNO *frothes at the mouth*

but more seriously how she leans on bruno and begins 2 trust him and nearly point blank is referring to him as a father figure always fucks me up

esp because of the resulting fight afterwards

and the very ending of the arc that ends w bruno being like bye gonna go in the clouds and look ethereal now, oh man it makes me so sad

bc giorno is the only one that knew what happened and people that were closer to bruno due to knowing him longer didnt

i wanna see how trish coped w that personally

despite being introduced not at the beginning i think her arc and character in general were as well paced as it could be!

9/10

finally done! sorry that took so long but oh man i have so many feelings towards these guys its not even funny

#asks #wholesome mutuals #vento aureo spoilers #to add that bruno is one of my faves of all time is probably obvious by me putting him at 10/10 #fiance bullies me lovingly for liking leone so that is explanation 4 first bullet #he has not even met him but just calls him piss man #the fandoms treatment of most of these characters makes me really mad tbh

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lovelyirony · 4 years

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sweeter than honey (redux)

Pepper Potts did not exactly mean to become a criminal. Really, she still doesn’t think she is.

But here are the facts:

1.) She has broken several laws in pursuit of funds that do not belong to her.

2.) The FBI would like to talk to her about several things and potentially put her under arrest.

3.) She can no longer go to her regular coffee shop because the barista snitched and told them her name, as well as her occupation.

Pepper broke several laws because the company she was working for (Stane International) was technically breaking laws, but laws that do not apply to corporations because corporations do this thing called “funding campaigns” and also sometimes “doing favors.”

She decided to do the same and suddenly she is a criminal. Not her fault she redistributed money back into the community, and now they can’t get any of it back.

It’s just how that worked out.

She’s been staying at a hotel that serves many questionable individuals each month, and it has an indoor pool and a three-star rating on the latest travel website.

It’s nondescript, not her style, and she’s currently in the bathroom having a crisis because she most likely needs to dye her hair.

She’s vain. Pepper knows she is, has known it since high school when she trimmed her hair and cried. Her hair, by all accounts, is gorgeous. It’s a shiny strawberry-blonde that makes her look like an ice queen in winter and a mysterious fairy queen in summer.

She does not want to dye it. But here she is with an eight dollar box of dye and thoughts in her head.

And then her hotel door opens.

Not supposed to do that, but that’s what happens when you’re in a three-star hotel.

She is also in old athletic shorts that have most definitely seen better days and a tank top that was a last-minute buy from the nearest store, and it does not suit her at all.

Facing her is a man with an odd beard, tinted sunglasses, and a graphic t-shirt over a blazer.

“So. You pissed off Stane Industries,” he drawls. “I’m impressed. Usually they just sweep their little problems under the rug.”

“I’ll sweep you under one if you’d like,” Pepper offers, wondering how quickly a blowdryer can knock someone out. She’s not sure how well-made the hotel one is. Probably not very.

“I’m not here to kill you,” the man says. He takes off his sunglasses. His eyes are a nice shade of brown, not that you’re supposed to notice that about a potential enemy. Pepper is just that skilled.

“Then what are you here to do? Make me move to Florida?”

“No, the opposite. We’re staying here. I’m offering you a job position of helping me take down Obadiah Stane and the company itself.”

“Who would I be working with?”

“Anthony Stark.”

Pepper stills.

She read the news when she was in college, same time as Tony Stark. Went missing in the car crash, no one found his body. Temperatures were freezing, he was wearing a tuxedo. The chances were that he froze to death somewhere that they didn’t find yet.

Chances were. What an odd little phrase.

“So, you made it out.”

“Not as hard as people say it seems to be, Virginia.”

“Call me Pepper, my first name disgusts me.”

“Gotcha, Pepper. Call me Tony. You in?”

“Obviously. What do I need to do?”

“Meet the team.”

There is Rhodey, who was Tony’s best friend and sobbed on national television for two weeks until they forgot all about him.

“He’ll cry at anything,” Tony says with a laugh as Rhodey sends him a dirty look. “Just made him think about neon shoes and he bawled like a baby.”

“I did not,” Rhodey hisses. “I was a good crier.”

“You looked like a seal,” Pepper intervenes. “But you played the part quite well. Nice to meet you.”

“Right back at you, Pepper.”

She meets Happy, a man who is all serious and grumpy and “did not want to break the law before forty” but he also gets to watch Downton Abbey whenever he wants, so he’s not doing too bad.

He runs security and also tells Rhodey and Tony when they’re banned from ordering pizza all the time, and Pepper is inducted into the Healthy Eating Committee.

There’s Bruce Banner, who enjoys taking over corporations for fun, and this is his second one. His first was some sort of health insurance scam, and apparently that was just to finish up his thesis for his third doctorate.

“He has seven degrees, he’s weird,” Tony says.

“Oh like you’re any better,” Bruce says with a snort. “You learned twelve languages for fun. Including French, which is useless.”

“French is not useless,” Tony says. “It got us free food in Canada.”

“We would’ve gotten it anyway if we’d done it my way.”

“Stealing?” Rhodey asks.

“Yes!”

Pepper laughs.

Their job is a bit easier than anticipated. They found out from Pepper that getting into the building is stupid easy because no one likes their job and will do anything when bribed.

Tony struts in with a badly-made-employee-ID and talks about a copying machine and coffee and seeing someone next month for dinner. Pepper just keeps her head down and pretends like she’s meeting someone for something. Like usual.

Obadiah Stane is out of the country on a meeting, and his secretary is scared to death of him, so they’re allowed to poke around the office and find some interesting information.

The problem comes when someone recognizes Bruce outside (government watchlists: the most pesky things on earth) and suddenly there’s this huge fuss.

Tony pushes Pepper into an office closet and then promptly asks her if anyone opens the door, if she’s alright with him kissing her.

“Why would you do that?”

“People don’t like watching kissing, too intimate. Also, you have a lovely face and you’re quite funny, and I think it’d be fun and delightful to kiss you.”

“How long have you thought about that?”

“Not going to talk about that, just want an answer. If you say no--and feel free to, there’s no obligation in physical contact right now--it does complicate plans A to D. I suppose we could play the divorced couple route, but I’m not a gigantic fan about that.”

“I mean, I guess? It wouldn’t be bad, and I’m not exactly opposed to it, Would it mean anything later?”

“Do you want it to?”

“Let’s figure that out after we do it.”

“If we need to do it.”

Door swings open.

Oh, there’s a need.

Tony is a particularly nice kisser, Pepper thinks. The thought runs through her head that she’s only kissed two people before Tony, and one was in high school so that doesn’t count, but the other was a secretary at an old company she used to work for.

But Tony is nice. Soft and warm and he grabs her waist and that’s nice.

“Oh my god, sorry,” the employee mutters. “I just, I thought--”

“Occupied!” Tony says, not even stopping as he kicks out his leg and practically stomps the poor other guy in the stomach.

They get out, run, and Pepper laughs as she sees a bit of pink lipstick on the side of Tony’s mouth.

“So, how’d I do?”

“Send me a survey,” Pepper remarks. “Or a ranking.”

“On a scale of one to ten?”

“Seven.”

“I was that bad?”

“How do you rank things? Do you put one as the best?”

“Obviously.”

“No, you’re an idiot. One is always the worst. You’re a nine. It would’ve been higher but we were in a corporate office and in a supply closet.”

“So what you’re saying is, I’ll have to try again?”

“Preferably over a couple glasses of wine and pizza. The good kind, though. Not the garbage Rhodey orders.”

They approach the car that Happy has, with Rhodey and Bruce already leading others on a goose chase.

“You two have too much fun,” Happy mutters. “Boss, you got lipstick on your side. Did you get the drives?”

“Transferred and set to release to every major news outlet tomorrow morning at six a.m.,” Tony says. “Interns are going to curse my name as they’re forced to rewrite articles.”

Pepper smiles.

That night, they have a couple of glasses of wine and Tony orders the good pizza, the kind that costs a little bit too much for what it is, but it’s all worth it in the end.

When Tony takes over the company after about six months of legal battles that would probably have drawn on for well over a decade if not for the fact that Tony is one of the most in-your-face-let’s-talk men she’s ever met, Pepper was kind of expecting things to slow down.

Of course not. That’s not her style nor is it Tony’s, although arguably a vacation or a nice spa day would have been nice beforehand.

“We have shit to do,” Tony says. “Rhodey, you need to help me revamp R&D. Pepper, I need to talk to you in the office.”

They’ve already hired a company to completely redesign the entire building and refocus the company’s outlook, starting with getting rid of the disgusting 1970s carpet and chairs. God, it’s ugly. Pepper cried when she saw the office chairs.

But she’s in Tony’s office, and she’s wondering if this is going to be directly related to workplace relationships or not. She’s already prepared an argument as to why she still wants a relationship and just how much professionalism she can exhibit in the face of hardship.

(That hardship being the fact that Tony looks quite good in suits but also has arms that are made for tank tops.)

“I have a problem with you,” Tony says. “And it’s that I want to make you CEO, but I don’t want people to think that you got it just because we’re dating. So we have an issue to cross.”

Pepper was not expecting this. She was expecting maybe head accountant, or head of the PR team. But CEO? That was something that was...wow. Pepper had had a fifteen year plan for working up from wherever it was that she would be at.

She also didn’t know they were dating.

“We’re dating?”

“Did I read the kiss wrong? Oh shit, was the seven secretly the bad seven?”

“No!” Pepper says. “You just never told me that we were dating, we didn’t have a communicative conversation about it.”

“Oh. Well, would you like to go on dates and things?”

“What’s ‘and things’?”

“You know. Sexy times. But I wanted to be a professional about it. But I am not that professional.”

“No, no you’re not. Which is why you offered me the CEO position and why I am accepting it. But I will also date you...and things.”

“Excellent. Have a dinner tonight while we discuss how to do Microsoft Excel?”

“I already know how to use it.”

“Pepper, you are the only woman for me in this lifetime and the next.”

“And the one after that?”

“I’m assuming you’ll get bored of me and marry someone who’s seven feet tall.”

“Seven feet tall? What, am I going to attend every NBA game for the next husband?”

“Maybe, I don’t know what you’ll do. I’ll probably be halfway into a grave over despair.”

Pepper chuckles, dropping a short kiss onto his temple.

“Well, I hope I don’t have to witness that. You want me to make some salad for tonight then?”

“Yes please! We also need to review the decor and see what chairs to order.”

Pepper nods.

“We need to ask Rhodey, he has opinions about design of those.”

“Of course he does, he hates standing too long. We’ll send him some of our options.”

She waves as she leaves the office.

What Tony misses:

Pepper pumps her fist as she leaves the office, nearly stumbles, and is quite glad that no security cameras were installed that day.

What Pepper misses:

Tony spins so hard in his office chair as a celebration that it topples over.

Yeah, they’re made for each other.

#pepperony #tony stark #pepper potts #love this one #i love writing pepper and i don't do enough of it #i really like it when it's clear that they both love each other #bc with a lot of fics it's like pepper being like 'well i guess :/' or she's cool about it #BUT I WANT PEPPER TO BE A NERD!#rhodey #lovelyirony writes

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loove-persevering · 4 years

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One Day (Spencer Reid x reader!)

Description: A Spencer Reid request :) How about reader is an agent with the bau and is best friends with Reid but when he comes up to the team with the case about Maeve reader gets super upset and doesn’t wanna help because she hurt that Reid kept it from her and when Garcia comes to ask her what’s wrong you confess that you’ve loved Reid since you got on the team.

Spencer Reid x Fem!reader!

Warnings: Death, Violence, Guns. If you’ve watched the episode you know what to expect!

Spencer Reid had this approachability aspect about him, he rarely turned anyone down for a conversation and was always up for spitting out the most odd facts. He had is moments of what seemed like doubt in his mind, as if he wasn’t good enough but it took someone to remind him how special he really was to bring back the normal Spencer.

As you sat in the bullpin that morning talking with Morgan your legs resting against his desk and you sipped on some coffee awaiting news of a new case you saw Spencer enter. ‘’Hey Spenc!’’ You call out to him like you every morning, but he didn’t stop he walked straight into Hotch’s office standing in the doorway for a short moment and you could see through the blinds Hotch address him. You glance over to Morgan who was looked just as concerned as you felt, ‘’Did he say anything to you?’’ You ask but Morgan shakes his head glancing back to the doorway of Hotch’s office. Spencer walks in a little further and the door shuts completely allowing them only more privacy.

‘‘Must be serious,’‘ Morgan points out to you.

The past couple of months you could tell were hard on Spencer, he finally reached out to the geneticist about his headaches, but he also just seemed more on edge. You two lived in the same building and would typically carpool to work together in the mornings but within the past couple of months that changed. You would go to Spencers’ door in the morning just before heading to work but there was no answer, when heading out to your own car his was already gone. By the time you arrived to the office Spencer would still show up after you, you had no idea what or where he was going.

‘’Must be,’’ You reply back taking another sip of your coffee.

An hour later Hotch called you all together, you sat at Morgans desk still surrounded by the rest of the team. Spencer stood in the back a nervous look spread across his face, you exchange glances with the rest of the team and notice they all seemed on edge as to what this was about as well. When Hotch finally begin to explain what was happening it all made sense, and the realization hit you like a ton of bricks. The man you were blindly in love with was himself blindly in love with someone else.

‘‘Reid is just as much involved in the victimology as Maeve, we consider him apart of the case as well.’‘ Hotch points out, he gestures to Spencer who steps forward slightly.

His head was slightly bowed forward, his shoulders curved forward as if he was drained, ‘’He thinks he’ll get away with this, and he might.’’ He finally says. He takes a breath for a moment, his head seemed a mess; This was not the same Spencer who seemed to always have words this was a broken man in front of you. ‘’I have a wealth of knowledge I should be applying to this case. Behavioral patters of violent stalkers, tactical recovery strategies, victim survival odds. But right now I can’t focus on anything,’’ He painfully admits. ‘’Right now I can’t focus on anything for more than four seconds at a time, which makes me the dumbest person in the room.’’

You watch him as he stood so broken in front of you, so fragile and unsure of what was to come. And for just a second you hated yourself, because you felt a wave of anger, jealousy and more come over you while he was speaking. Spencer was your best friend he knew all the small details of your life and up until and hour ago you could say the same.

‘‘So please help me.’‘ You glance up at him at those words, the pleading cry not only evident in his word choice but in his voice ‘‘Hel-Help me find her.’‘ He stutters.

Along with the rest of the team you stay silent all in shock by what was just admitted, this team was a family and you could only imagine what the rest were feeling at this sudden what seemed like a secret that had just come to light. ‘’We don’t know if we have a case.’’ Hotch mentions. ‘’So we’ll be working on personal time,’’ You all nod your head simultaneously understanding what he was saying. ‘’Does anybody want to leave?’’ Hotch ask, you felt a pair of eyes on you at that moment and you glance up meeting Penelope’s gaze. You quickly look back to Spencer not saying a word. ‘’Good, lets get to work.’’ He says.

After going over some of the more basic information with the rest of the team you all head your separate ways to investigate more thoroughly, JJ and Morgan headed to Maeve’s apartment. Drake and Rossi headed to her work and Reid and Hotch to interview her parents, you went with Garcia to do some more background information on Maeve’s past records to get as much information as you could. You felt your phone buzz from your pocket pulling it out reading over the text from Hotch.

Maeve had a Fiance, Bobby. See what you can find.

You read over the text feeling a mix of anger toward the new information, did Spencer know this? ‘’See if we can find anyone under the name Bobby, but expand it to Robert, Bobby is most likely just what people call him.’’ You tell Garcia and you immediately hear her fingers tapping against the keyboard.

‘‘I can’t believe this,’‘ She tells you, ‘‘Poor Reid.’‘ She mentions.

‘‘Yeah,’‘ You sigh, ‘‘Poor Reid.”

Her typing slows down and you see her glance at you from the side, ‘’You know I may not be a profiler but I can tell something’s off with you.’’ She mentions taking her hands away from the keyboard. ‘’What’s wrong angel?’’ She asks you.

You sigh realizing you were caught, knowing how pushy Garcia could be when she needed to be it was going to come out eventually. ‘’Okay, you know I only joined the team like a year and a half ago..’’ You start off. ‘’Of course I love everyone on this team and consider you all family, but Spencer is different.’’ You mention to her noticing her eyebrows shoot up, ‘’Spencer and me we just hit it off immediately, I feel calm when he’s around, I feel as if I can be myself around him and he never judges me. We live next to each other, we carpool, Spencer is like a brother to me just like Morgan is and how you and JJ are like my sisters.’’ You mention and her face looks a little more confused at this point, ‘’But Spenc..He’s just... He’s not like a brother because-’’ You start to say but the realization hits Garcias face and she finishes for you.

‘‘Because you’re in love with him..’‘ She says. Your lips tighten into a thin smile.

‘‘Bingo,’‘ You tell her. ‘‘He doesn’t know so I have no right to be anything about this whole situation. But he didn’t tell me?’‘ You say your voice laced with hurt. If anything Spencer not telling you hurt the most.

‘‘Do you think he’s ever picked up on the fact that you- you know love him?’‘ She asks.

‘‘I don’t think so.. I don’t exactly make it obvious.’‘ You point out. ‘‘Even if I did Spenc isn’t the best at picking up on things like that,’‘ You say letting out a nervous laugh. ‘‘Is it obvious?’‘ You ask her.

‘‘No, I would’ve never guess if I hadn’t seen your face today when he was talking.’‘ She tells you and you felt an instant relief, the last thing you needed or wanted was the rest of the team knowing that you were indubitably in love with Spencer. ‘’I’m sorry,’’ She says simply.

You sigh, ‘’If Maeve is what makes him happy-’’ You pause, ‘’Then I’m gonna do everything I possibly can to help find her.’’ You tell her. ‘’I can’t let my emotions get in the way.’’ You say more to yourself rather than Garcia.

‘‘Y/N-’‘ She begins to say but is cut off by Hotch entering the room.

‘‘Anything on Bobby?’‘ He asks glancing between the two of you. ‘‘Everything alright?’‘ He asks sounding skeptical.

‘‘Fine sir,’‘ You say back to him. Garcia quickly gets back to typing pulling up any Roberts in contact with Maeve.

‘‘I have a hit on a Robert Putnam, I’m sending his address to everyone now,’‘ Garcia says.

‘‘Come on Y/N, we could use you there.’‘ Hotch says. Garcia gives you a sympathetic smile as you stand up from the chair and following Hotch.

A short ride later you had arrived at Bobby Putnams house, a short dark haired woman answered the door her face showed a look of confusion but not shock. ‘’Who?’’ She asks simply.

‘‘We’re looking for Robert Putnam.’‘ Rossi says lowering his ID. ‘’Do you know where he is?’’

‘‘He’s in the back,’‘ She says widening the door slightly. Morgan enters in first followed by the rest of you and you glance around the apartment as soon as you entered.

‘‘And who are you?’‘ You hear Hotch ask.

‘‘I’m Diane, his girlfriend.’‘ She says.

You heard the sound of footsteps come from another area of the apartment and you glance up seeing Robert Putnam finally make his appearance, ‘’Hey sweetheart, who is it?’’ He ask.

‘‘Robert Putnam we’d like to-’‘ Spencer begins to say but stops mid sentence when he finally gets to look at the man. You look back to Robert noticing that he also had a look of familiarity on his face as he saw Spencer.

Hotch turns to Spencer, ‘’Out.’’ He says simply. ‘’Out,’’ He says now moving Spencer as he stood still looking straight at Robert. You glance at Morgan and you hear Spencers voice just as the door slams shut.

‘‘What’s going on?’‘ You hear the girl Diane ask.

‘‘We just want to ask a few questions,’‘ You say to her but look at Robert.

‘‘About?’‘ Robert ask.

‘‘Maeve Donovan.’‘ You tell him, you watch Diana turn to him but you were unable to see her face.

Hotch enters in the room again after only a few moments outside, he didn’t seem to happy. ‘’Agent Rossi and I would just like to ask a few questions,’’ You hear Hotch say as he comes to your side. You realize now that it was him subtly telling you to leave the room. You didn’t need to be told twice so you head out into the hallway noticing Spencer.

‘‘Hey,’‘ You say to him your voice low and careful unsure of what exactly to say to him. ‘’What was that in there?’’ You ask him.

‘‘I was suppose to meet Maeve at a restaurant a few weeks ago, when I got there I caught him looking at me and I thought he was her stalker.’‘ He tells you.

‘‘Spenc..’‘ You sigh. ‘‘You should’ve told us, if he is the unsub-’‘ You begin to point out but he cuts you off.

‘‘I know I’m a material witness,’‘ He says finishing your sentence.

‘‘I’m sorry Spenc I didn’t mean to-’‘ You begin but he cuts you off again.

‘‘It’s fine,’‘ He says but his voice sounds anything but fine. ‘’I need some air,’‘ He says shaking his head, he walks past you quickly brushing your shoulder and you stand there unsure of what to say, you watch him walk down the rest of the hallway and then into the stairwell.

You shove your hand in your jacket pockets rolling your head back, Morgan walks out the door noticing your behavior. ‘’You alright?’’ He asks.

‘‘You ever feel like no matter what you say you’re only making things worse?’‘ You ask him.

He smiles at you graciously, ‘’You’re helping, just give him some time.’’ He tells you. ‘’I’m gonna go check on him,’’ He says taking his hand and giving your arm a comforting squeeze.

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Me for Her

That is what Reid said, and now he was delivering his promise. You stood outside watching the door close and he walk in unarmed with no vest, all you could do was wait but for what you were unsure.

‘‘We can’t go in?’’ You ask Hotch feeling your body drenched with adrenaline at the thought of Spencer inside. ‘‘What if he needs us?’‘ You ask.

‘‘If we go in she could kill them both, we can’t risk it unless we hear something.’‘ Hotch tells you.

‘‘Like what a bullet going into Spencers chest?’‘ You say carelessly earning a look from not only Hotch but the rest of the team as well, ‘‘I’m sorry.’‘ You say shaking your head.

So you waited and waited, it felt like hours sitting at the door waiting for something to happen.

And then it did.

A shot, before you knew it you were rushing in the door your weapon raised. Spencer was on the floor muttering, ‘’Stay back! Stay back, Stay back!’’ He kept repeating pushing himself up from the floor. You move to the far right side of him your weapon raised. Diane had a gun held to Maeves head.

‘‘Diane there is still a way out of this,’‘ Spencer tells her. ‘’I offered you a deal and you can still take it, me for her. Let me take her place.’’ He says, you never take your hand off the trigger just hovering it, you stare straight at Diane knowing this was not going to end well.

‘‘You would do that? You would kill yourself for her?��‘ Diane asks tears running down her face.

‘‘Yes,’‘ Spencer answers without a second of hesitation.

Diane doesn’t say anything but you hear Maeve speak just above a whisper, ‘’Thomas Merton,’’ She says,

‘‘Who’s Thomas Merton?’‘ Diane asked her voice uneven and broken.

‘‘He knows,’‘ Maeve says speaking up. ‘‘He knows,’‘ She says her entire demeanor calming down as Diane keeps questioning who Thomas Merton is. ‘‘He’s the one thing you can never take from us. ‘‘ She says staring straight at Spencer.

Diane thinks for just a split second before taking the gun right up to her temple, ‘’No.’’ She says.

Just as the gunshot goes off you hear Spencer cry out, ‘’Wait!’’ He yells. But it was too late, the gun goes off and its defining. You stare at the scene before you unsure of any thoughts in your head as you lower your weapon. You felt the tears streaming down your face as you glance over Spencer falling to his knees. You close your eyes tightly trying to hold them back, but it didn’t help. The only sound in the room besides the ringing in your ear was the soft sobs coming from Spencer.

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A week later you were leaving for a new case, you had just gotten the call about the conference. You heard two familiar voices outside and you shake your head knowing the piles upon piles of things Garcia had already left was only being added to. You step out of your apartment both of them glancing over you a look of sorrow on their face. ‘’He’s not gonna answer,’’ You tell them.

Garcia looks at you her own eyes looking tearful, ‘’Nothing?’’ She asks only at a whisper.

‘‘How many of those baskets are yours?’‘ You ask her skeptically, ‘’Are they all yours?’’ You ask.

‘‘Maybe,’‘ She says sheepishly.

‘‘Whats in that one?’‘ JJ ask. You turn around while Garcia informs JJ on the importance of nuts and seeds on metabolism and lock your door. When you finally make your way over to them JJ speaks up, ‘’Spenc we just wanna know if your alright in there,’’ She says but gets no reply.

‘‘Knock twice if your conscious,’‘ Garcia calls out earning two knocks. ‘‘Is he ever gonna be okay?’‘ She asks to no one in particular.

‘‘One day,’‘ You say loud enough for him to hear. ‘’Come on we should get to work,’’ JJ says walking toward the steps, you wait a few seconds letting them ahead before you reach into your bag and grabbing out a copy of A Long Way Down by Nick Hornby.

‘‘One day, Spenc.’‘ You say just loud enough for him to hear. ‘‘Doesn’t have to be today.’‘ You say.

You begin walking toward the stairs and you see Penelope waiting for you at the bottom of them a smile on her face directed toward you. You take yourself down the stairs step by step finally making it to her, ‘’Come on,’’ You say offering her a smile.

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Part 2?

I’m willing to write a part two to this maybe a time skip ahead? Tell me what you think! If you want to see a part two or want me to tag you in it please comment or message me!

Thanks for reading as always it means the world!<3

I didn't proof read sorry!

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid angst #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds #agent hotchner #agent morgan #derek morgan #Jennifer Jereau #Penelope Garcia #david rossi #jason gideon #emily prentiss #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds fanfiction #matthew gray gubler

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thisfoolwrites · 3 years

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My Altair (2)

Part 2 Here’s the second part to my Bokuto fic! Thanks to all the likes and reblogs on the last one. I appreciate each and every one of you. Please enjoy!

Warnings: References to underage drinking Genre: Angst to Fluff

Part 1 Part 3

Waking up the next morning, {Y/N} felt like her head was going to explode. She groaned and tried to roll over to her back, and noticed that there was a blockade in her way. Fully opening her eyes she noticed Kenma curled up next to her. She scooted over to give herself room to move and gently poked his cheek.

“I'm sorry Ken, for worrying you last night.” she murmured. “I didn't mean to disappear on you, I just didn't want to talk about it at the time.”

“I know you didn't mean it.” His soft voice replied, “And I'll wait till you're ready to talk, just don't do that again ok?” The two siblings shared a look and knew that they would be alright. {Y/N} was grateful that Kenma didn't bring up Kuroo. She didn't want to cry anymore over him, but knew that she was still in a vulnerable state.

“Now get out of my bed so I can shower and pack. We got that training camp at Shenzin tomorrow.” She gently shoved him towards the end of the bed. With a small laugh Kenma went back to his own room. Once the door was closed she sighed and laid back down on her back.

Had she really worried everyone that much? Closing her eyes tight she was left to her thoughts once again. The headache she woke up with seemed ten times worse now. Getting up she stopped at her dresser, looking at the numerous trophies and medals she had earned from the time she was ten up until she was fifteen. Had it really been three years since she had given up skating. Noticing the picture of her and Kuroo at his first high school inter-high tournament, she picked it up and glared at it. The inter-high was the same day as a competition she had been looking forward to. But she never made it there. With the picture in her hand, she walked over to the trash and dropped it in.

After grabbing her clothes she made her way out of her room and to the shower. She heard noises from Kenma's room and assumed he had began gaming. She hoped a nice hot shower would free up her thoughts. “Think of puppies or something.” She grumbled to herself.

Bokuto glanced towards his phone for what seemed like the thousandth time. Had she meant that text or was she still under the influence? He supposed he'd get his answer Monday when the training camp rolled around. He saw a new text from Kuroo. His eyes narrowed at his name alone. How was he supposed to get along with Kuroo all week? He also had to get Kuroo's side of the story. Did he sting {Y/N} along last summer, even knowing how Bokuto felt? Or had it been a non exclusive thing that she misread? Either way all he knew was the Kuroo had some apologizing to do. Unlocking his phone and glancing at the words, he frowned again.

Kuroo: Thanks for finding her. We really appreciate it.

Bokuto: Its no problem.

Kuroo: Did she happen to say why she ran off? Kenma wouldn't tell me anything and {Y/N} wont answer my texts or calls.

Golden orbs widened in shock. Kenma hadn't told his friend that he was the reason she ran off? Was {Y/N} really ignoring him still? The scheming captain had really done a number on their mutual friend. If she had chosen not to say anything, he had no right to share that either.

Bokuto: Nope. All she wanted to talk about were the stars.

Not a total lie, he thought. With a heavy sigh he went back to packing for the training camp. He really hopped {Y/N} would show up. Even though she had no interest in being a manager at all. He backed out of Kuroos contact and went to {Y/N’S}.

Bokuto: Id love to go stargazing, maybe the stars will be visible this week.

Monday rolled around faster than {Y/N} would have liked. It was 6am and she was standing next to Coach Nekomata taking roll call and making sure everyone got on the bus. She could feel the third years and Tora starring at her. She figured that at this point they all knew about the fallout between her and Kuroo. After making sure everyone was on the bus she looked toward the coach and climbed on herself. Kenma, who usually sat next to Tora, had saved her a seat next to him. She smiled before accidentally locking eyes with the Scheming captain. She could see the confusion and hurt in his eyes. Looking away she took her seat next to Kenma, giving him a small thanks.

She pulled out her phone and smiled looking at her notifications. She had been texting the owl haired captain since yesterday. Looking at the pictures he sent she let out a small laugh, catching the attention of the setter beside her. He glanced down and saw who she was texting and he managed a small smile. Maybe this is what she needed. While he still wasn't sure what had happened, he just wanted to see his sister happy.

Her team had changed into their practice clothes and were getting ready to head to the court when the Karasuno bus pulled up. She smiled and watched with Yaku the excitement on the two first years. Not to mention the loud voices of the second years.

“They sure are a lively bunch huh?” She mumbled absentmindedly. Yaku just nodded along.

“Its never dull moment with them.”

“Well, we better get in there, I've got manager things to do.” Yaku could almost hear the sigh in her voice. He wanted to ask if she was ok, but figured he should wait. He just nodded and followed her inside. {Y/N} looked around the gym and saw the other schools practicing already. He eyes landed on Fukurodani. She had never given other schools much thought. After Saturday however, she had couldn't stop thinking about the ace. As if he sensed someone looking at him he turned. Golden orbs met {E/C}. A large grin spread on his face and he waved his arms in the air wildly. {Y/N} let out a small laugh when she saw this.

“Never a dull moment indeed.” She murmured with a smile before walking off and meeting the other managers. Yaku just stood there and with his mouth agape. She had been so gloomy all week, just what happened when Bokuto picked her up from that party.

“What was that?” Came the deep voice of Kuroo, causing Yaku to jump. “Jeez, why are you so jumpy?”

“When you come out of no where that happens! You need a bell!” Kuroo let out a laugh and went to go practice with the rest of his team. He'd have to ask Bokuto later what was going on with him and the older Kozume.

The training camp had been going smoothly, for the most part. Aside from Kurasuno losing every match they had been apart of, and the fact that Nekoma's captain and manager still weren't on speaking terms. {Hana} let out a sigh and walked outside after taking a shower. Shenzin's school wasn't directly in the city so there were less lights, but she still couldn't see the stars that well. While walking she ran into the Silver haired setter of the Kurasuno team.

“Hey, you're Sugawara right?” She called out to him. He glanced over and smiled.

“That's me. You're {Y/N} Kozume right? We didn't get a chance to talk at the practice game.” Suga acknowledged. {YN} let out a small chuckle.

“Yeah, the boys on my team are pretty protective. Sorry about that.” she mumbled. “I actually had a question for you.” Suga raised an eyebrow when he noticed her eyes were trained at the sky. He saw her glance at him for a second and hummed in acknowledgment. “Can you see the stars from Miyagi? Here you can't see them very well. The lights get in the way and you can only see the basic shapes. No constellations or the planets.” Out of all the questions she could have asked, he wasn't expecting that. Volleyball questions yes, stars, no.

“You can. There's a hill we would go to as kids to go watch the stars, as well as the fireworks.” He didn't miss the way he eyes lit up, only for a brief second.

“Really? It must be nice.” If there had been any other noise he wouldn't have heard her reply. She closed he eyes and turned to him with a smile. “I'm sorry for taking up your time. Thank you though for answering my question.” She gave him a small bow before taking off in the direction of her room. Leaving Suga to question if she was ok. He'd have to ask Kuroo next time he saw him. With a sigh he took off towards the showers.

Bokuto had just gotten done practicing with Akaashi, Kuroo and even Tsukishima. How they had convinced the tall blonde to keep coming to the late practices was beyond him. He walked out of the showers with a towel around his shoulders. His usually spiky hair was down and in his eyes. Using his left hand he pulled the silver locks out of his eyes and noticed a figure waiting at the vending machines. He smiled upon seeing the familiar long {H/C} locks.

“Hey hey hey!” he called quietly, well quietly for Bokuto. “What are you doing here?” he questioned. “Not that I'm not happy to see you.” he quickly added with a blush, his hand going to the back of his head. Hearing the small laugh he glanced back at her.

“I was thinking we could go to the hill and look at the stars. There's less lights here than in the city, so you can see them a bit better.” she questioned. Her eyes never met his, they just stayed trained to the floor. She was waiting for the rejection that she's been so used to. Why would anyone want to do something she wanted? Even though he had texted her and said he would like to, she was convinced it was only said out of pity. After all she was drunk when she asked. Opening her mouth to speak again she was cut off by the surprisingly quiet voice of the ace.

“Sure, I'd love to.” he grinned, holding out his hand to her. Shocked {E/C} eyes met smiling gold orbs. Her smile grew larger as she grabbed his hand. “Maybe you can tell me more about Vega. You talked about it the other night.” She blushed when remembering that night.

“We should take a trip to Miyagi for that story. Sugawara said you can see the stars perfectly from there. Less lights, After all its kind of a long story, not to mention its a love story, you sure you want to hear it?” she inquired. No one had shown an interest in the stars when she talked about them. They usually just brushed her off and changed the subject. Bokuto beamed down at her once they had made it to the hill outside the gym.

“Of course! You eyes always light up whenever you talk about or even look at the stars. You are passionate about it, like I am with volleyball. Even though I'm pretty sure you don't like the sport at all.” he joked as he sat down.

“Its not that I don't like it. Its just all that's ever talked about anymore. I get that it's important, nationals is coming up and its Te-Kuroos third year, but not everyone is as invested in it like he is.” she grumbled while sitting next to him. She laid down on her back to stare at the sky, a little smile still gracing her lips. Bokuto didn't miss her slip up. He noticed how she called him Kuroo instead of Tetsu like she usually does. However, seeing her smile after crying that night, he made sure that he didn't bring it up. She'd talk about it in time, and he wasn't gonna push her.

What the pair were unaware of were a pair of hazel eyes watching them. Kuroo frowned at seeing the scene before him. He couldn't explain the feeling in his chest. He was with Akemi, so why did he feel jealous of Bokuto?

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leverage-ot3 · 4 years

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notable moments from The Mile High Job

leverage 1.08

Nate: We need a key card.

Eliot: And I hate to say it, but you know who we could really use --

Nate: Don't even say his name. I don't want it spoken aloud

eliot begrudgingly admitting they could use hardison because although they may bicker all the time, he knows to appreciate him

- - - - -

[Leverage Headquarters]

(Hardison is watching a microwave, which dings)

Hardison: Yeah, buddy!

(he tries to pick up the pizza pocket but it is too hot and he drops it)

Hardison: Damn it!

(he blows on it and picks it up to eat it, then takes a watering can and heads out of the kitchen)

why do we (and parker and eliot) love this fucking idiot so damn much ???

- - - - -

(Hardison walks through the offices watering plants)

he’s such a nester + he’s probably watering parker’s plant too which is adorable

- - - - -

Eliot: All right.

(open the door to the hall to find Parker waiting)

Parker: So, what are we waiting for?

Eliot: How does she do this?

Nate: I don't even ask anymore.

Hardison: Don't bother with the stairs. I got you a ride down.

(elevator dings and they enter)

we love to see parker defying all laws of physics and logic and the team being baffled by it e v e r y time

- - - - -

(Nate, Parker and Eliot run into the lobby, headed for the door)

Nate: No, it’s right behind us, it’s right behind us!

(guards put their hands on their guns)

Parker: It’s furry, it’s big, it’s chasing us, get down now!

(they grab Sophie on the way out the door, leaving the guards confused)

Nate: Come on, we need to get to the airport, now!

that’s actually a really clever way to escape a situation ??? it was very effective to distract the guards ???

- - - - -

Hardison: What I.D.s have you got on you?

[LAX Airport]

Nate: Let's see...

(team begins looking through their pockets)

Nate: We got, Peter Davison, Sylvester McCoy, and I have a Tom Baker. Yeah.

Sophie: Ooh, yeah, I have a Baker. Sarah Jane.

[Leverage Headquarters]

Hardison: Perfect. I now pronounce you man and wife. (typing on keyboard) Now go on and kiss that bride.

[LAX Airport]

(Sophie hands Nate a ring that he places on her finger)

hardison bases their ids on doctor who characters, what a fucking nerd

also, we gonna talk about how sophie carries a bunch of different wedding rings with her at all times or ???

- - - - -

Sophie: How did you both know there'd be an extra uniform in the bag?

Nate: Everyone knows flight attendants are required to carry extra uniforms in case they get called to work unexpectedly.

Eliot: Or if something happens to the one that they're already wearing.

Sophie: How does "everyone" know that?

Nate: Worked airport security.

Eliot: Slept with a flight attendant

sophie being exhausted + eliot never mentioned the gender of the flight attendant so let my bi heart dream okay

- - - - -

(security guard opens Nate’s luggage to find many BSDM items inside. Nate gives Sophie a look)

Sophie: What? We needed luggage. Lost and found.

Nate: You didn't check the bag first?

Sophie: We were in a bit of a hurry. (to guard) Yeah. Cuffs are his. Whip's mine. (slaps Nate’s butt) Second honeymoon.

Eliot (picking up his bag): Idiots.

me watching this scene: part horrified part secondhand embarrassed

- - - - -

Hardison (on computer): Let's see what we can learn about Nathan Ford today. Online poker? Online chess? Sudoku. Crossword. What... Damn. Somebody needs to get laid.

y i k e s

- - - - -

[Coach]

(Parker on P.A. while another stewardess demonstrates)

Parker: Place the mask over your mouth and nose and breathe normally. In the event of a water landing, your seat cushion can be used as a flotation device. But let's face it, if this thing goes down in the water, more than likely the impact will kill you.

(Eliot grabs the bridge of his nose while the other passengers get alarmed)

Parker: Please take a moment to locate the nearest emergency exits, because if this plane's on fire, you're gonna want to get out quick. Jet fuel burns at over 1,000 degrees. That's hot, folks.

Eliot: All right, Nate. We're here. Now what?

eliot looks exhausted like 300 different times during this episode

+ bless the other flight attendant that just carried on with the crazy white chick being crazy over the speaker

- - - - -

poor eliot with the guy sleeping on him, he’s so exhausted already lmao

- - - - -

Steve: Nothing. It’s just... I could've sworn I saw a maintenance guy get in that elevator.

Hardison: A- A maintenance guy? Wow. Real nice. I bet you think we all look alike.

Steve: That's not what I meant.

Hardison: You know what -- If I have to go to one more of those damn sensitivity seminars, I know who I’m blaming.

Steve: No, no, no.

Hardison: I know who I’m blaming.

Steve: It's not what I meant.

Hardison: I blame you! You! (walks away)

hardison using societal tendencies of racism is iconic every (every) time

- - - - -

(Eliot gets up and begins going through luggage in the overhead racks. One of the passengers watches him suspiciously)

Eliot (to passenger): Can I help you with something? Watch the movie.

what would you even do in this situation ???

- - - - -

Marissa: I know. It's just -- It's like a placebo effect. It's not really working, but it makes you feel better anyway.

Parker: Yeah? So, when's that supposed to kick in? (she moves forward) Look. Flying isn't really all that scary when you think about it. I mean, there are a lot more likely ways to die than on a plane. Car crash, house fire, electrocution, drowning, autoerotic asphyxiation. I mean, the fact is, death haunts us every day. No matter where we are.

(Parker smiles and moves away)

Y I K E S

- - - - -

Hardison: You kidding? Did you get the new expansion pack? Woman, I was up all night. Now, look, I mean “Burning Crusade" was great, but this new one is mind-blowing.

Nate: Hardison…

[First Class]

Nate: …you bailed on the job because you were up all night playing a game?

[Genogrow Break Room]

(Hardison turns aside and opens a cabinet door to hide his face)

Hardison: First off, "game" is hardly adequate, okay

hardison is DONE with them not taking his “games” seriously ,,, also LMFAO that’s why he was late

- - - - -

Hardison (opens door): The meeting's starting, sir. (closes door)

Haldeman: What meeting? (sighs and puts on his jacket)

that is such an effective tactic tho ???

- - - - -

Parker: Hatbox full of Euros, pouch of uncut diamonds, and a stolen Stradivarius. Now, I’ve never lifted one of those.

Nate: Parker..

let! her! steal! it!

- - - - -

Eliot: Ms. Devins, those payments were not made in error. They were bribes. He was trying to pay off the researchers so they would not testify.

Marissa: What are you talking about? What the hell is going on here?

(Parker sits down next to Marissa)

Parker: The guy in 1D wants to kill you. Ginger ale?

Eliot: Just – sh-she--

that poor lady is NOT having a good time

also eliot looks sO DONE WITH PARKER LMFAO

- - - - -

Eliot: Erlick's a pro. He had a ceramic knife. If anything was going down, he'd sniff 'em out when he saw them coming.

Nate: How would they do it?

Eliot: Easiest way? Take 'em out in transit.

Sophie: You mean bring down the plane they're on?

(everyone looks at her pointedly)

Sophie: You mean bring down the plane we're on?

Nate: Yeah

that’s interesting meta to know but we hate to see it

- - - - -

Nate: Okay, Parker, I -- Parker, I need you – (to Eliot) All right, we got to talk to Erlick now.

[Plane Bathroom]

(Dan is still unconscious on the toilet as Eliot and Nate come in)

Nate: Geez!

Eliot (patting Dan on the face): Hey!

(Dan does not stir, Eliot sighs)

Eliot: When I knock people out, they tend to stay knocked out.

Nate: Hey!

(Nate taps the guy on the face)

Nate: Luggage tags.

(they search Dan’s clothes and take his luggage tags. Eliot grabs the ceramic knife before they leave the bathroom)

eliot doesn’t fuck around lmao

also he did the flippy thing with the knife

- - - - -

Hardison: Parker, the device you found -- is it anywhere near an orange box?

Parker: Yeah.

[Haldeman’s Office]

Hardison: Oh, god. They tapped into the black box.

[Cargo Hold]

Parker: No, no, it's not black. It's orange.

[Haldeman’s Office]

Hardison: Yeah, the black boxes, they're orange.

[Cargo Hold]

Hardison: Makes them easier to find in the debris.

Parker: Oh. Oh…

[Haldeman’s Office]

Hardison: They've hacked into the flight's computer, which means they have access to the system, which means they can spoof the black-Box data all at the same time.

[Cargo Hold]

Parker: Crash the plane without anyone knowing it was sabotaged.

[Haldeman’s Office]

Hardison: Exactly

that’s terrifying

- - - - -

Nate: Listen to me!

[Haldeman’s Office]

Nate: You can do this! I trust you!

(Hardison looking very unsure of himself)

[Cockpit]

Nate: No matter how many times you goof off or screw up, you always come through in the clutch.

[Haldeman’s Office]

Nate: You're the only guy I can count on in a situation like this.

Hardison (cracks his neck): You know what? I-I-you... You're right.

You're right. I got this.

[Cockpit]

Nate: Yes! Yes! Yes, you can!

Hardison: You're right. You're -- I'm the man.

[Cargo Hold]

Hardison: I'm the man. I got this. I'm gonna do this.

hardison is amazing and they need to appreciate him more

- - - - -

[First Class]

(Nate and Eliot stumble into seats and belt up)

Nate: Sophie?

[Coach]

Sophie: Yes?

[First Class]

Nate: You okay?

[Coach]

Sophie: Yeah. You?

[First Class]

Nate: Ask me again in 10 minutes.

[Coach]

Sophie: You're gonna remember this one, aren't you?

[First Class]

Nate: Oh yeah.

everyone else on the comms: ,,, y’all have to flirt right this second ???

- - - - -

[Haldeman’s Office]

(Hardison watching footage on the Internet of the plane landing)

Announcer (on monitor): …emergency landing on the seven mile bridge…

Hardison: Whoa! (gets up and dances) Baby! Unh! Age of the geek! Smooth! Too smooth! Lord, I was so scared, I wanted to cry, call my mama. Y'all cool? Y’all cool?

Nate: Yes, cool.

Hardison: Family. All right.

hardison is baby + HE CALLED THEM HIS FAMILY !!!

#the mile high job #leverage 1.08 #leverage 1x08 #leverage season 1 #season 1 #notable moments #leverage #mine

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be-dazzled · 4 years

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She’s In Your Court Ch. 18 Cut Scene (ft. Gajevy/Gale)

Writer’s Corner: I’m almost, almost finish with the latest chapter but I’d like to have Chapter 19 at least 50% accomplished before I put CH18 up. So, enjoy some scene I’d probably have to cut down from Chapter 18. & Remember that other ship I was hoping to make a cameo? hehe

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Levy wobbled on her new strap sandals. She wasn’t used to wearing high heels but upon hearing that Gray’s birthday party would be in one of the most exclusive night bars in Magnolia, she had to up her style, lest she wanted to be pushed and stepped around like a speck of dust inside the club. She heard Valkyrie had a very exclusive target market – the rich and famous.

Befitting the famous celebrity athletes – the Fiore Knights.

Just thinking about the name made Levy’s heart flutter; plus the fact that her best-friend was actually dating the Team Captain. Granted, she was very, very mad at Juvia for keeping from her such an exciting news. Juvia made amends. Oh, and she knew exactly how to get Levy to like her again. Levy wasn’t going to embarrass her best friend with her usual baggy clothes. Nope, not Levy McGarden. She wore a flowy skirt – shorter than she’d usually wear like, by a lot. Her top was also a far cry from her assistant show-writer’s usual style – an off-shoulder top that exposed only one side. Cute and a bit provocative.

Too bad her risqué style didn’t work their magic.

Even with three inches added to her height, Levy wasn’t fooling anyone. The bouncers at the front asked her for an ID. She was aware that it was standard procedure for clubs to confirm age. Legit businesses did not want some run in with the cops. But if that happened to you every. Single. Time. Levy couldn’t help but feel like tall people were really out there to get her. Mean giant people.

Valkyrie was the current talk of the town; the most exclusive night club in whole Magnolia. It seem only yesterday when Valkyrie was just a run of the mill tarot-reading store which also sell all sorts of crystals. Levy distinctively remembered coming in and having read her card once or twice. The tarot reader said she’ll definitely become a very successful book writer. Levy scoffed. No wonder she was now standing in the middle of the rowdy night club. What a scam.

Levy thought of calling Juvia but decided against it once she entered the club. The loud music boomed through the club’s state-of-the-art sound system. If Juvia was already in the club, she wouldn’t hear the call and if she wasn’t yet, how could Levy even talk over that loud music? People couldn’t even hear her say ‘excuse me’ and just bump into her any chance they get.

“Being short is so annoying.”

That and the fact that people were overflowing in the club and finding Juvia in that crowd was like looking for a needle in a haystack. So, the best thing to do, she thought, was just send her a text and hope that she wasn’t too busy to notice it. Levy, walked up to the bar, where there was less people, and took the seat at the far end of the counter. She called out to the two bar tenders who, just like the rest of the people there, ignored her. Great, just great.

“Oi… they let kids in here now?”

The voice came from behind her, deep and resounding. And a little bit insulting. That was the last strand. Oh, Levy was ready to shove her three inches heel up his ass.

“Hey, Gajeel!” One of the bartenders, the spikey-haired one, nodded at his direction before excusing himself from the girl he’s been flirting with for who knows how long.

Wait, did he just say Gajeel?

The show-writer didn’t even have to spin around to confirm the man’s identity when Gajeel Redfox, Fiore Knights’ Center, leaned over the bar counter, raising two fingers at the bartender. Gajeel Redfox was obviously a regular because those two fingers didn’t even need any explanation.

“The usual, coming up!” The perky blonde returned to the array of liquor displayed on the case but not before he shot the tall man beside Levy a wink and gun-finger. Gajeel was definitely a regular. Figures. The silence between them was filled by the loud beat from Calvin Harris’ ‘This Is What You Came For’.

“So, kid. Er you lost or sometin’?”

Levy heaved in a long breath and mustered the courage to face the man who kept insulting her. All silly crush and adoration for the guy flew out the window. And she thought they were a fun bunch according to the Juvia. Totally, not.

“For your information, Mr. Gajeel, I’m not a ki–”

“–Oi, Captain!” Gajeel quickly abandoned Levy the moment he saw familiar figures entering the club and making their way to the VIP area.

The show-writer’s narrowed eyes followed the direction of where Gajeel was waving at. The man he called ‘Captain’ was none other than Gray Fullbuster – the man of the hour. But what widened Levy’s russet eyes was the woman in Gray’s arms.

“Juvia!”

“Oh, Levy. Hi!”

The shorter woman jumped off her barstool, ran to the only face she knew in that place and threw her slender arms around Juvia. Like a kid finding her mother in the strange place. Didn’t really help her case but who cared. Tall people were mean people.

“Hey, Cap. You know the kid?” Gajeel walked up to the trio, his ordered drinks in both hands.

“She’s one of the writers in the show.” Gray leaned in to answer his team’s Center over the loud music. To Gajeel’s surprise.

“What?!” He pointed a hand at the lady whose back was at him, drink spilling as he did. “That’s a full grown adult?”

The questionable full grown adult released Juvia and spun to face the puzzled Center. Her hands were on her hips and her eyes were ready to choke him. “For your information, Mr. Gajeel,” the name rolled out her tongue as a snicker, “I am a working adult.”

The long haired Center didn’t work out a comeback. He just held her gaze – hers was deadly, his was amused. Gajeel pulled a corner of his mouth and let out a sound that Levy would call a mocking laugh. But if she was going to spell that noise out, it sounded like ‘gihee’.

Before Levy could react to it, however, Gray was already pulling the man away. He draped one arm around Gajeel’s shoulder, which made the taller, long-haired man in a pulled ponytail, huddle down Gray’s height. She didn’t hear what Gray said but Levy was sure he gave that rude and uncivilized man some warning.

To which Gray did, warning the taller man not to bully the girlfriend’s best-friend.

“Juvia,” Levy still had her back on Juvia, arms crossed against her chest and eyeing the two figures retreating into the safety of the rest of Fiore Knights, “didn’t you say they were a fun bunch?”

“Well, yeah.” Juvia answered, walking up by Levy’s side, maintaining her opinion on Fiore Knights.

“I don’t think I’m enjoying being made fun of.” Her narrowed eyes still trained at the Fiore Knights’ Center slipping into one of the booths. “I already have you for that.”

Juvia could only pull up a sheepish smile. There wasn’t anything else left to say or do after Levy just threw her that snide remark.

Oh, the shade.

#gruvia #gray x juvia #gajevy #gajeel x levy #she's in your court

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mariemarvelbear · 4 years

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Hope-Lego Castle

Avengers x Reader

Warning: Angst.So much Heavy Angst.Slow burn angst.Abuse.Mention of rape.Brainwashed.ANGST.Blood.Torture. Swearing.Kidnap.Hostage.18+

Part 28: Lego Castle

You had regained consciousness during the flight but refused to speak to the people who claimed to be your family. With the restraints still in place there was nothing you could do; you had tried to pull away from them when a pair of hands tried to touch you-Wanda’s. But you flinched, the redhead instantly retreating. Clint talking to her not to continue any of her plans, that she can do it once you’re all back home. Not now, with your state both mental and physical, no one knew what you were capable of doing. You only said one thing, which earned a glance from the team after finally hearing your voice-not rigged nor hoarse as a while back, your little squeak resurfacing, but still laced with your strong accent, one mimicking Korvac’s. “Where’s Sequioa?”

“Muma!I’m here!We’re flying, mama?Mama,okay?Mama, new friends?” His grasp loosened from Scott’s shirt, desperately wanting to be close to you as possible. His little hands trying to find yours as you lay flat on the gurney-grunting as he tipped his toes towards you. “Want mama.”

“My love.” You cooed, your eyes swelling once again as you observed his face. Your head throbbing in pain as glimpses of your labor with the child came back-wincing in pain, Tony and Steve was quick to react to assess your condition. “Are you alright?” Steve cautiously asked, but you didn’t answer and even placed a stoic reaction as you stared at the people staring back at you. It weirded you out, it confused you to your core as to why you were so calm around them,That you’re not even in panic when Sequioa leaped towards Scott’s embrace-even as his mother. Deep in your heart you knew, they wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you nor your child-and that, somehow, made you at ease.

“We’re not evil, Eve.” Wanda shot back, her eyes knowing as your emerald ones widen. She can read your mind? “You can too.”

“I’m not a witch. Not like you.” You bluntly said, offended towards her comment as you mask your disgust and confusion. “I am not Eve. I am Carina, Queen of Chandillar. Wife of The Great King Mic-Michael?!Where is he?!” You cried, eyes searching for the man you know you love and trust. “I demand you to free me from these entrapments! Show me my husband!” Shrieking, Tony and Steve couldn’t move an inch. It’s not your first time to throw a fit like this, but this is different. You’re like you’re a child who wanted something and is ruled by their Id; and they didn’t know how to handle you, mostly now where you don’t even know the truth .

Your eyes fluttered open once again, rays of sunshine blinding you as you try to shield your eyes but was stopped by the restraints still strapped onto you- but there were less, yet new lines of tubing’s that was evidently filled with a few sorts of liquid was coursing its way through your veins, a beeping machine beside you which was the only noise that anyone can hear in your room. You were in a white gown and in a white room, the only light visible was from the natural sunlight that came from your window, above the ceiling.

“Good Morning, Eve.” Your train of thought was once interrupted when a young Asian woman entered the room, her attire was similar to yours-but had a different texture and cut. “How are you feeling?” You remained silent, still studying her quiet features-your mind, once again throbbing as you had a few glimpses of the past. “You alright? Your heart rate’s increasing.” She mumbled, quickly assessing your IV- “Is there pain?” You slightly nodded, pointing onto your temporal side of the head, earning a genuine smile from the Doctor. “I’m Doctor Cho. Do you remember me?” Frowning, you gestured a ‘no’ “Should I?” She was quick to compose herself- after hearing your soft voice for years of trying to accept that you’re gone, she smiled. “You’ll get there in time. Is there anything else you’re feeling?”

“Baby?Baby okay?” You asked, your hand quickly embracing your growing womb. Doctor Cho instantly frowned, her gaze not meeting yours anymore as you felt a big change in the atmosphere. “Are you mad?”

“Oh, don’t take it the wrong way.” The doctor reiterated, not wanting you to ask anymore onto why she suddenly felt angry. “Yes, your daughter is okay. You’re currently 34 weeks pregnant, you’re near your due date, so we have to be extra careful.” You slightly nodded, taking your eyes off the doctor, as your mind wandered again. “Do you…remember anything?” She mumbled, earning your attention.

“Everyone keeps asking me that.” Your lips quivered “And I keep on saying, No. I don’t. I don’t know any of you. I don’t know why you took me away from my home,I don’t even know where my husband is-not even my child. I don’t remember any Avengers, any Avenging or whatever in this world you call that.” You were now full on crying, but unlike before-you’re calm. You wanted them to hear you, how hard it is to be asked from time to time a question you never knew you needed to hear. “ So that’s it. I don’t know you, or Natasha, nor Bucky or that spider guy- I don’t know Tony, nor that blonde guy-that keeps on pushing himself to me, as if-as if I know him?!.” You spat, your eyes widening as it landed onto an ocean of blue ones “I don’t know any of you.So please, Just bring me back home.”

“Where is Lady Eve?” A loud grunt echoed throughout the vicinity, quickly waking up Steve and Clint who trashed themselves in the lounge area, Bucky and Sam in tow of Natasha who just entered the room. “What’s going on?Is everything alright Thor?”

“I want to see her.” Dropping Stormbreaker, the door creaked open-revealing a Tony with sunken dark under eyes- a coffee in hand. “Not good of a plan.She still hates us.” The billionaire started with as he sauntered his way to the kitchen, reheating his drink. “Anyone want some?”

“I’ll have.” Steve mumbled, hands smothering his face as he tried wiping the restlessness from it. “He’s right.Eve won’t accept any visitors.” Holding out his hand as he grabbed the warm mug from Tony’s reach, Steve drank the liquid that mortals like, some even love it to the extent of having at least a cup every day before their day-Saying that it makes you awake, energized even. Steve’s mind once again wandered to you. You’ve always had a liking with caffeine. But loathed black coffee, dark ones-No sugar nor Splenda. Just like Tony and Natasha liked it. Steve’s brows furrowed, trying to remember the drink you always have in your hand- one you’ll always ask Maria to pick you some-even forcing Nick to try it, the guy instantly loving it. It had something to do with Caramel…But he can’t just lay a finger on it.

“What’s wrong, pointbreak?” Tony interrupted Steve’s thoughts, bringing him back to the present. Sam snickered, remembering the funny nicknames all of the team already forgot after all these events. “Hold on.” Sam was quick to scan the room “Where’s TicTac?”

“Right here Y’fool.” Scott earned everyone’s gaze, after finally emerging from the upstairs lounge, A toddler on his hip. It’s been a week since you were back, nothing much has changed and you were still pissed at everyone trying to let you ‘remember’ things. It was when Tony decided to hire professional therapists and psychiatrist to try and let you do things on your own and help you piece the puzzle altogether. He paid shit ton of money to make sure no one leaks any information, after all-the world knows you’re dead. It was also that time that you got so angry at them, after all-again, you’re at least thirty-five weeks pregnant- and you were getting more irritated with all of them bugging you. One good thing that happened is that you’re not much pissed with them calling you Eve, sometimes though-you’d lash out at them and tell them they’re being annoying again and then they’ll stop. Steve though, He calls you Queen.

“Another bomb day?” Bruce mumbled, trying to hide his laugh as he saw the laughing Sequoia in his friend’s grasp as he held a full diaper. Originally, Sequoia was following Wanda and Nat, but the girls both assigned Scott to do it-well the latter threatening him to, showing her new knife from Tokyo, specifically made for her grip and liking-and that if he doesn’t take the task, she’d be sure to let Scott and her knife get to know each other well. Natasha didn’t hate the child, how can she? He’s your son, but it’s not only him-it’s any kid, it reminds her of her past-her future, one that she dreams of-yet can never attain. Also….How can she take care of a child she doesn’t even know how it was conceived?Natasha winced at the thought, remembering the exact words of Dr. Cho “We may not have any verbal confirmation onto what really happened …But, with the intensive procedures and measurements we’ve done to confirm what we’re all dreading..It shows us that there was a severe trauma or damage, to her vaginal wall, cervical area-“ which was abruptly stopped by Bucky and Tony’s hands smashing through a wall and their desks.

“Toni?Toni..Tonee?” Sequioa lisped, trying to get away from Scott’s grasp and wanting to be held by the billionaire. Tony was quick to catch the little guy, after all-He was yours, which makes every one of them promise to take care of Sequoia as long as you need to rest. “Hi little buddy.”

“Tonee!” Sequioa blew a bubble, and then laughed at himself-making everyone smile. “S’funny Tonee.” A yawn escaped the todddler’s lips, making another bubble-making him burst in laughter once again. “You’re so silly ‘Quioa!” Wanda laughed, patting the child’s head as it rested onto Tony’s shoulder,his eyes starting to droop. “Oof. I think you’re assigned to sleepy time,Tones.” Clint teased, earning a smirk from Tony who is already on his way towards the nursery they set up for the toddler. “At least not diaper duty.” Scott mumbled, earning a laugh from Natasha.

“Who let you in here?” All their eyes darted towards the room in the far-left corner, Your room. All eyes also-widened, quickly seeing Thor already inside. “I told Dr.Cho to not let anyone inside.” As every one of them step inside your suite, they all stopped in their tracks. You’re unbelievably calm.Not mad, nor angry-You’re not even throwing a fit! Thor, about to answer-was interrupted by a son, and then a squeal. “Iana!It’s true!You’re back!It’s you…” Peter gasped, fighting off Strange’s hands as he leaped towards his long lost friend. “You’re here….I was so worried. I was so sad!I even stopped building our lego castle!Because….Because, I really thought you were gone and Mr.Stark told me to try and move on, and I was mad at him! Well…We all somehow got into a fight…But that doesn’t matter anymore! Because you’re now here and you’re back and we’ve all missed you and you’re no impostor anymore!” The team tried their best to stop Peter, but for a child-he talked so fast. After a week of your appearance, they finally told everyone in SHIELD and the rest of the Avengers-after you showed a stable and good condition. And now, they told Peter. The last one to know.As you know…He’s a child. Clingy. Impulsive. Just like now.

“Impostor?” You muttered, your voice softening as you look at everyone’s wide eyes “Lego Castle?”

“Eve…We’re so sorry.Just don’t think of what he’s saying. This is-“ Bruce was quick to answer, assessing you-but was shocked as he saw that your heart rate is not even increasing with whatever Peter is saying.

“Peter?You’re Peter.Right?”

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need-a-new-hobby · 4 years

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In Heat

“C’mon sweetheart, where’s your spirit?” Derek teased Piper as she pawed gently at the punching bag. She tried to ignore the other women gawking at Derek in a sleeveless sweatshirt.

“I’m not good at this stuff, Derek.” She whined. “Give me an unsub to profile any day, just don’t tell me to punch one.”

“You may not get a choice sweetheart. Okay, forget the punching bag.” He moved her over to the gym mats, holding up his palms. “Punch me.”

“Derek-”

“Do it. Punch the palms.”

“But-”

“Pipes, if you can’t do this, you can’t be on the field.” Piper raised her fists and punched lightly. “Good. But I need you to tap into your anger.”

“I don’t have anger.”

“You threw your copy of Geoffrey Chaucer at my head the other day.”

“That wasn’t anger.” She kept punching lightly. “That was...me having fun.”

“What about the time you threatened me with your 5th edition of Wuthering Heights?”

“You didn’t make me go through with it,” she retorted, punching slightly harder.

“Okay, stop, stop.” He held her shoulders. “I want you to close your eyes.”

“Der-”

“I know what I’m doing. Close ‘em.” She obliged, standing still, his hands grasped at her shoulders. “Imagine Tobias Hankel hurting Reid.” He let her go, hoping her memory would trigger her anger. “Now imagine Hotch telling you to stay put.” Punch. “Good. Imagine that bullet missed your shoulder and hit Rossi.” Punch. “Imagine Penelope in the hospital.” Punch. “Imagine JJ crying and you being absent.” Punch. “Good. Imagine Emily getting punched by an unsub.” Punch. “Imagine Hotch kicking you out.” Crack! “Jesus, not the nose!” She opened her eyes and almost shrieked at Derek clutching his nose.

“Shit, Derek, are you okay?” She ran to the end of the gym to grab two water bottles and a bunch of paper towels. “I’m so sorry,” she apologised as profusely as the bleeding of his nose. She tried to insist on taking him to a doctor, but Morgan just laughed, walking off into the locker rooms. She stared at her fists for a minute before doing the same.

“She punched you in the nose?” Emily couldn’t stop laughing as Derek gingerly touched the bandages on his nose. Piper walked in with a plate of chocolate cookies for him wrapped in plastic.

“I’m really sorry, Derek.”

“Wait, were there girls around?”

“Yeah, I felt so guilty, they were all just staring at us.”

“Relax, Pipes. I’m proud of you. And even if you did break my nose, I got all this to compensate.”

“Eww, gross. Piper, punch him again.” Laughing, they followed JJ into the conference room. Rossi walked in after they’d all been seated, as the norm for his dramatic entrances.

“Morgan, what happened to your nose?”

“Piper’s knuckles,” Emily said between chuckles. Piper just held her head in her hands.

“Can we please get started?”

Charles Luvet was found floating in a Miami marina last night. Local ME thinks that he was only in the water about an hour. Doesn't appear to be any attempt to weigh the body down. The dumping could be convenient, as opposed to a means of hiding the crime. He's the third victim found in Miami over the last two months. Though the locations of the bodies are different, many of the elements are the same-- All males, 25 to 35, all traveling, all asphyxiated with no signs of sexual assault. None of the hyoid bones were fractured. no visual signs of trauma. No ligature marks. Yet, the unsub still managed to asphyxiate grown men. He could have used a chokehold which wouldn't leave any signs of trauma. also be a way of controlling a male. A powerful grip from behind gives the unsub all the leverage. None of these victims look out-of-shape or easy to control. In fact, they all look remarkably fit. The recovery locations are very different. Charles Luvet was found in the water. Daniel Brown was partially buried in the shallow sand dune. Paul Hayes was stuffed into a dumpster, all found in high-traffic areas.

There wasn’t much to discuss on the jet so Piper settled down to read her book on Charlemagne as Rossi slid into the seat next to her. “Something’s been bugging me?”

“Hmm?” she asked, not looking up from her book.

“How does a history teacher become an FBI agent?”

“Well, 4 kids in my class were found dead in the woods and the BAU was convinced it was an adult. Except I was sure it was one of my kids once I got the details of the case from Morgan. Then I yelled at the sheriff for not listening to me, stormed out and then Gideon let me stay and help with the case. He convinced Hotch to make me a temporary consultant and after I took the profiling classes, made me a permanent fixture.” Rossi blinked a few times and Derek snickered. In Miami, Piper shed her white blazer in the SUV and rolled up her purple sleeves as the cars pulled up to the police station, pulling out her sunglasses from her pocket.

“Is it always this hot?” Spencer asked his team as two blonde ladies walked past Rossi and Morgan.

“Every day, all day,” Morgan murmured.

“That's south beach,” Rossi smirked as Piper laughed behind him.

“That's not what I'm talking about,” Spencer spluttered.

“Oh, they know.” Hotch smiled as Piper and Emily retrieved their bags from the back of the car. Hotch heard Piper stammer at JJ taking the bags off of her, then shake her head in defeat. Derek saw a young woman strut over to them wearing a green tank top and white pants trailing to her knee. Lucky for him, the bandages weren’t necessary on the trip, though the nose was a little swollen, he knew he was still as handsome as ever.

“FBI? Detective Lopez, Miami PD.” Before JJ could shake her hand, Derek stepped forward, tenderly shaking her hands, introducing himself in a dulcet tone.

“Someone tell Derek to keep it in his pants.” Emily muttered in Piper’s ear. “Last thing we need is a scandal.” Piper snickered quietly.

“I don’t think we have a chance. No solvent on the planet could dissolve that animal magnetism,” she murmured back as Emily choked on her laugh.

“Something wrong?” The detective asked, watching Emily go red.

“Nothing, she just choked on something. Just needs water.” Piper deadpanned as she shoved a bottle of water into Emily’s hands. “Breathe, Em.” Before anything got messier, JJ interrupted.

“Agent Jareau--JJ. We spoke on the phone. These are Agents Hotchner, Prentiss, Rossi, Derek, Dr. Reid and Dr. Bishop.”

“Well, I hope there's no test because I'm lousy with names,” she joked humourlessly.

“Agent will be fine.”

Reid looked up, seeing a familiar face. “Hey, isn't that--”

“Detective LaMontagne just arrived from New Orleans to ID the cop they pulled from the bay last night,” Lopez informed them.

“Detective, it's good to see you,” JJ greeted him. Emily almost choked again as Piper rubbed her back, struggling to hide her smirk.

“Yeah. Charlie Luvet and I worked together for 7 years. We haven't formally ID’d him yet, but we believe it's him.”

“Sorry for your loss, man,” Derek said gently.

“So, you all know each other?”

“Professionally.” JJ stated. Piper tried to contain herself for dignity’s sake at JJ’s response.

“Yeah. The BAU helped me out on a case about a year ago. Just for the sake of clarity, I'm not here to investigate. Charlie was supposed to be married this august, so if the guy that floated up last night was him, I guess I have the honour of notifying his fiancee, so she's gonna need some answers, closure, and I'm just here to get that for her.”

“Do you know why he was here?” Piper asked from the back of the group.

“He was meeting up with some college buddies to compete in a regatta. He was a big boat guy.”

“So, he wasn't traveling alone?”

“Well, he came alone. He was meeting them here.”

“We should track these friends down, see if they saw anything. And the two other victims, any potential witnesses?”

Lopez denied. “Paul Hayes was here alone on business. Daniel Brown came down to windsurf by himself.”

“So, they were all essentially alone. The unsub watched them long enough to know that.” As they walked up the stairs to the precinct, Emily noticed JJ linger on the stairwell with Will, before snickering to Piper as they walked away.

“What was that?” His accent dripped from his tongue as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“What was what?”

“‘Professionally’? Hey, you still haven't told anyone about us?”

“It's none of their business.”

“Where do you tell them you go every weekend?”

“I don't.”

“Are you ashamed or something?”

“What?” JJ’s voice raised in pitch and lowered in volume. “No. No. It's just in this team, everyone knows everything about everyone. There's no privacy. My personal life is one less thing they can profile, all right? We should get up there.”

“Yeah. Wouldn't want your team to think something is up, would we?”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Please don't do this, okay?”

“You realise that this is gonna happen every now and then when our career paths cross, right?”

“Doesn't make it any less awkward.”

“Okay. Well, never realised how much awkward could sound like ashamed,” Will said as he stalked off. The New Orleans detective and JJ joined the rest of the team in a small room where they could work from.

“This is everything we recovered from Paul Hayes' hotel room. It's all been processed, so don't worry about touching anything.”

“Thank you,” Hotch replied, paying attention to what little evidence they had.

“I'm gonna take the skinny kid and Derek to the dump sites, So I got my cell, radio. If anyone doesn't give you anything, just call me.” Lopez said as she walked off and Piper laughed as the woman left.

“She did say she wasn’t good with names,” Rossi said to them.

“Remembered Derek,” Emily laughed.

“Wonder how she’d describe us,” Hotch smirked. “I’m gonna take LaMontagne and JJ to ID the body. See what you can find.” He ordered before leaving.

“I really don’t wanna know,” Piper remarked to him as he walked past her, examining the ring of the table as Emily sighed sombrely, gazing at the spread of evidence.

“It's always sad seeing someone's life reduced to the things they had with them when they died. It's just so clear they didn't know how short their time would be.”

“Odd,” Rossi remarked and Piper raised an eyebrow. “His wife reported that he'd been down here almost a week on business, yet he never wore any of the suits he packed.”

Emily glanced through the PDA. "And there are appointments going back 6 months, but nothing is listed for the week he was here.”

Piper turned over the ring in her hands. “Hayes was wearing running clothes when he was killed. Who takes off their wedding ring to jog?”

“I’ll call Hotch,” Emily said as she left the room. Piper’s cell buzzed at the same time.

“Yeah Morgan, you’re on speaker.”

“I just got an address out of Charlie Luvet's rental. It's to a bar in south beach-- 11257 Palm Drive. It's a gay bar, Pipes. I don't think Charlie Luvet was ever out here to meet friends for a race.”

“Same here with Paul Hayes. His wife said he was here for business but he hasn’t worn his suits, there’s nothing in his PDA booked for the week and he took off his wedding ring to go jog. No better place to have an affair than Miami.”

“Yeah, we’re gonna have to rethink our victimology.” Piper slipped her phone in her pocket, running her hand through her hair.

“So that’s why you hate Miami?”

“I don’t hate Miami.” Rossi just stared at her. “Fine. It’s not the greatest place on earth. It’s always hot and it’s full of PDA.”

“I’m guessing you weren’t much fun in high school.”

“I grew up in San Francisco. Our idea of fun was sneaking around behind our parents back to go to the beach and set a bonfire at midnight. Not easy to do when your father’s a detective.”

“In other words, you were the one starting the fire?” Piper’s wicked smile was the only answer he needed as they left to join Emily in the bullpen.

Piper was perched on a table, hair tied up messily, as JJ threw her and Emily a water bottle. “Oh, thank you. You read my mind,” Emily said exasperated.

“I don't understand how it can be this dry when it's this humid,” JJ whined.

“Mmm. Sweat all your fluids out outside and then come into bone-dry air conditioning.”

“Well, then if I could just hook this up to an IV--”

“I’ve never been so jealous of ice cubes.” Piper scoffed, wiping the sweat of the back of her neck. “How do you girls cope with long hair?” JJ just smiled as she guzzled her water. “At least we have something fun to look at, keep us on our toes.”

“What do you mean?” JJ asked.

“LaMontagne,” said Piper nonchalantly, kneeing Emily gently as JJ turned around.

“You think so, huh?” JJ muttered.

“Don't you see it?”

“How tall do you think he is?” Emily asked.

“Well, he’s a little shorter than Derek,” Piper murmured, loud enough for JJ. “5,7, 5,8?”

Emily murmured back, “Isn’t it funny? We have all of Miami, and we choose the cop from New Orleans?”

“Can you blame us? Look at him.” As JJ huffed away, Piper high fived Emily before jumping down as Hotch looked at her, like a father would a misbehaving child. Yikes, she mouthed at Emily before joining him near the front of the room. JJ marched to the front of the room past LaMontagne and called the precinct to attention, passing it over to Garcia on the large screen behind her.

“Our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, will start off by talking about the 4 remaining victims still missing.”

“Two of them disappeared on the same day a few months ago, and then the third and the fourth went missing within the last 4 weeks.”

“We think the unsub is targeting these guys on their travels,” Piper added for clarification.

“Yeah, and then when the befriending happens, whoosh. They vanish. However it looks like there's a connection between our current victims and the men that are still missing. See, 2 of those 4 missing men were totally out, openly gay when they disappeared. I saw one of them on socialcrib.net. That's a social networking site. They had a photo of his boyfriend.”

“Assuming the 4 missing men are meeting the same unsub, it means he's killing almost weekly, which also means he may have already chosen his next victim,” Hotch summarised the gravity of the situation.

“What we need is more information on the movements of our victims before they met the unsub. We have 3 confirmed victims and 4 possibles. Some of our other colleagues are out in the community now trying to see if anyone remembers anything about these men,” Emily filled in.

“It's also not just the fact that our victims were traveling alone that left them vulnerable to the unsub. We believe they may have been looking specifically to meet other men. Based on the ages of the victims, we're looking for an offender in his mid to late 20s. He's familiar with the area, and he may be offering assistance to those who are not,” Hotch continued, nodding at Piper.

“He studies his victims' habits, learns how to gain their trust. This unsub is charming, charismatic, intelligent. We assume he frequents gay establishments, But he may also work at one. His targeting of male homosexuals suggests this is either a hate crime, or more likely, a man struggling with his own sexuality.”

“And, given the technique with which he kills, he may have had prior defence tactic training. He may be a member of the military or recently discharged. He steals their possessions, but he doesn't pawn a thing,” Emily finished. Done with giving the preliminary profile, they started packing up to head to the hotel. JJ finished first and left. “Do you think what we said worked?”

“No clue. Hopefully Will’ll do the rest.”

“Why won’t she tell us?”

“Because she’s not sure if she wants it to be real,” Piper said plainly, looking for a file to put back in the case box.

“Why not? He’s a great guy.”

“And she’s insecure she’ll mess it up if it’s real.” She popped back up from the side of the desk, file in hand.

“I’m always surprised at how good you are at this stuff.”

“I choose to take that as a compliment, and besides,” Piper smiled winningly as she lifted the heavy box, dumping it with the others. “I have 4 PhDs for a reason.” She sighed, looking at the boxes forlornly. “I always feel bad, leaving like this. Feel like a day isn’t enough.”

“Yeah, well. Cases take time and I have a gut feeling. We’re getting close.” Piper reached down to grab her go-bag only to find it swatted by Emily who lifted it for her.

“Em.”

“Don’t Em me. Go.” They laughed as they headed out, slipping past JJ and Will on the porch outside the glass doors. As Piper unlocked the key to her room, JJ argued with Will.

“Are you ashamed of this?” Will rubbed the back of his neck as he desperately tried to make sense of his relationship. JJ was gorgeous, intelligent and he thought she was perfect.

“No.”

“Did I offend you?”

“No.”

“You want to see another guy?”

“No."

“You want to break up?”

“Y--” His heart broke as he heard a different syllable slip from her lips. He never thought his skills in interrogation would elicit this response. He steeled himself to ask again, but his voice still faltered.

“Y-You do?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He nodded, broken, his eyes pleaded for some warrant, some explanation. He had to have done something wrong.

“You supposed to hop on a plane every weekend forever? And neither one of us is willing to relocate, so--” Flabbergasted. He didn’t know that was the way he felt, but he felt it as JJ made up excuses. She was hiding, pretending that it was a logistical issue, hoping it would all go away.

“When did we have that discussion?”

“Well, do you?”

“Maybe.”

“You want to give up your career in New Orleans so you can live in Quantico, Virginia?”

“Well, I'd at least like to have that option. You know, look, JJ, all I'm looking for here is an acknowledgement to your friends that you care about me.”

“Why? Why is that so important to you?”

“Why?” He stepped back. He may not be a profiler, but he understood one thing that night. Sure, JJ cared about him, but she was ashamed of it. He wanted to shake her, to explain to her that he loved her, more than anything in the world, that he would, at the drop of a hat, give up his career and move. For her. For her he would move heaven and earth just so the sun wouldn’t hurt her eyes but she wouldn’t even couldn’t even acknowledge the love they shared and this was a folly she would have to fix. “Have a good night, JJ.” He moved past her out into the tropical evening as she stood speechless and thunder resounded in the sky.

The next morning, Piper folded her grey blazer in her hands as she walked besides her team to the next crime scene. They found Detective Lopez clearing away the body for the medical exam and she turned to the BAU, summarising their most recent finds. The victim was male, in the same age range and they found Detective Luvet's police badge about a half a block from the scene, meaning the unsub either ditched it or dropped it when he was getting away. There was still no sign of Luvet’s gun, suggesting the unsub was still holding onto it.

“Why would he kill out in the open like this?”

“He's losing control emotionally, could be devolving. He’s going off pattern by leaving the body out in plain sight like that,” Piper thought aloud.

“He was interrupted. By a bus boy,” Lopez informed them, beckoning the young witness to come forward. He couldn’t have been older than 22, wearing a low cut, striped yellow shirt, a beaded necklace hanging from his collarbones. He’d come out here on his break to have a smoke, and found the victim on the ground. His friend said that they had just been mugged and that he was a cop, So he took off, and he chased after the alleged muggers.

“So he’s impersonating Luvet?” Emily suggested, coming to a mutual agreement with the team. “Could just be a ruse he used to get away.”

“But if he is impersonating his victims, why?” Morgan asked.

“Transference.” Hotch answered. “Whatever he sees in his victims, He wants for himself. He hates who he is and he's targeting tourists because he sees them as living a kind of lie, too.”

“Could be suffering from cluster B.” Piper noted.

“What’s cluster B?” Lopez asked her, eyebrows furrowing.

“A cluster of personality disorders,” Reid answered. “It's also called the erratic, dramatic emotional cluster, an enduring pattern of inner experience and behaviour that differentiates itself markedly from the expectations of the individual's culture. It manifests itself--”

“Essentially, it’s a group of personality disorders,” Piper summarised, seeing Lopez’s exasperated look as Spencer nodded, mirroring Piper’s polite cat smile and nodding. “My best guess is if he’s struggling with his sexuality, he probably came from a very conservative background growing up meaning his sexual desires conflict with the uh... norms he grew up with. That inner conflict is what created,” Piper gestured to the crime scene they stood in, “all this. It’s an urge to stabilise himself emotionally.”

“In which case,” Emily continued, “something is triggering his need to escape, something that makes him feel vulnerable.”

“So, he can't allow himself the vulnerability. Escape into the fantasy protects him from ever having to look at himself,” Hotch added as an afterthought.

“You know, if the unsub lives in their skin, odds are, he's living in their hotel rooms. We need ID,” Morgan pointed out. Hotch ordered for the prints of this victim to be sent to Garcia so she could find out the victim’s hotel room. For the first time in a long time, Piper was headed back out into the field.

“How’s your shoulder?” Spencer murmured as they speed-walked up the stairs, two at a time.

“Spence, it’s been a month.” He stared at her. “It’s fine. Seriously. Besides, I’m sick of being cooped up in police precincts.”

“Right.” They creeped up to room 314, quietly unholstering their guns. Piper felt comfort wash over her as her forefinger wrapped around the trigger. Lopez stood behind the door, gun at the ready as Derek pushed the door open. They fluidly moved into practiced positions as Lopez charged straight ahead while Derek and Emily covered her flanks and Spencer and Piper covered their backs. Finding the main room clear, Lopez kept her gun trained on the bathroom door through which she could hear running water. Piper pushed the door open for her and together they marched inside back-to-back to find nothing. The room was empty. "The place is torn apart."

"What could he be looking for?" Emily asked as Piper and Lopez came back out of the bathroom.

"Could be anything. Money, clothes, car keys?" Piper pondered. "We could order a full inventory, but we can only guess at what's missing."

"I'm gonna check if Rogers had a rental car." Piper nodded at Derek as he left.

"Emily and I'll start sorting through…" Piper trailed off as she gestured to the mess in the hotel room.

"I'll call CSU, they'll get here in 5 minutes." Lopez informed as Piper pulled clear gloves from her pocket and knelt to the open suitcase.

"What's his plan?" Piper murmured to Spencer standing behind her.

"The unsub can't follow his pattern. He thinks there might have been a witness, so he's gonna need to change identities sooner than usual."

"What if he can't?" Piper mused, standing up.

"What do you mean?"

"We're predicting that the unsub may take another life in the next 24 hours because there was a witness who saw him. Garcia said the first 2 victims disappeared in one day so what if somebody might have seen something that threatened the unsub with getting caught?" Emily stood up, joining them.

“Steven Fitzgerald first went missing 2 months ago, took a bus to Miami from Oakland park, never seen again. Robert Feeney flew in for a wedding but never arrived at his hotel.”

“Right, well, Hotch and Rossi are still at the precinct so they can get to the families quicker. There’s gotta be a common factor between the two men.”

Rossi exited the SUV outside the two storey house as Hotch followed close behind. They observed the young woman planting in the garden outside the porch. Her hair was loosely tied in a braid that flowed around the side of her neck and covered in shade by the bucket hat she wore. She got up, noticing the two men in sunglasses, brushing the dirt off of her green overalls. The two men couldn’t be more different. One was wearing a dark suit in the 100 degree heat while the other wore a pale blue button up with sleeves rolled to the elbows. She watched them, trowel in hand, stride towards her father’s house. Clearing her throat, she asked if she could help the gentlemen. Hopefully, she thought, they just needed directions. Her heart sunk as they flashed their badges and asked if anyone was home. “Just me ‘n my dad.” They wanted to speak to him about Stevie. She opened the gate to the front lawn and motioned for them to come in. While Rossi walked inside, Hotch stayed to talk to the young woman. As they finished the interviews, both gentlemen looked agonised by Steven Fitzgerald’s past. Seated in the car, Hotch pulled out his cell and dialled Piper’s number.

“Hey Hotch! Whatchya find?” Rossi spoke first.

“Steven Fitzgerald’s father is a prison guard. That heavily conservative background you guessed? Perfectly describes him.”

“Shit. Was he abusive?”

“Yeah. Used prison tactics to try and beat the gay out of his son. Saw Steven's homosexuality as a failing. Thought Steven was gay just to piss him off.” Hotch put forward his own findings.

“Sarah, Steven’s sister, she sent him on the bus to Miami to protect him.”

“Essentially his father convinced him he was worthless, contemptible for being who he was, and he believed him, so he found a way to become someone else, anyone else.”

“So Steven isn’t missing. He’s our unsub. Morgan found something here too. Deacon Rogers never rented a car, he drove here from Texas. Lopez put a BOLO out on the car. I’ll text you the address.”

“Okay, we’ll be back soon.” Hotch flipped the phone shut and started the car.

The team walked up to the crime scene, almost in formation. Piper felt sick as she saw the victim’s head drooping on the car seat. “Victim was asphyxiated, male, same age range. He left the car, why?” Lopez asked them.

“Still transference. He’s adopting their identities as their own,” Piper explained. “I’m guessing this guy was picked up along the way.”

“He's not becoming his victims by choice,” Reid elaborated. “It's his illness. He'd have to travel the exact same way.”

“From the looks of his sunburn, he was hitchhiking,” Rossi noted as Morgan leaned into the vehicle, pulling out scraps of paper. One including a receipt to a youth hostel which he displayed to the team dated from last night. “Any hostels near here?” Rossi asked Lopez.

“There's a few hostels in North Miami Beach, 4 miles that way,” Lopez pointed, “and in Seneca, 5 miles west.”

“We’ll have to split up.” Morgan, Bishop and Lopez drove to Seneca, Lopez and Morgan in the SUV with back up behind them, Bishop speeding ahead on her bike. She pulled into the first hostel she saw as Lopez and Morgan took the next. They worked like that for 3 hostels before the sun started sinking into the horizon. As dusk settled in, they were at the last hostel, asking for Michael Aldridge. Heart pounding, Piper realised the hostels were more like a building with dorms, full of kids, and Steven was in there, still with Luvet’s gun. The same realisation fell on Lopez as she started running in. Morgan tried to stop her, to make her wait for the team, but her ferocity regarding the situation clearly made him think twice. Piper unlatched her gun and followed without a second thought and Morgan stood there for a few minutes, helpless, before following them both, beckoning the officers on back up to pursue. Piper’s finger latched on to the trigger, silently steeling herself. Carefully, she started filing kids out of the day room, until there were only two left in the back table. One kid slowly put his hands up and Piper waved him outside. Finally, there was only Detective Lopez, Dr Bishop, Agent Morgan and two officers, all of them raising their guns to Steven. They tried beckoning them but it wasn’t until Piper called out that he turned to face them.

“Michael,” she called. “We’d like to speak to you. If you could slowly raise your hands and turn around, it would be greatly appreciated.” Piper spoke evenly, hoping her voice wouldn’t betray the steadily increasing beat in her chest. She tried to ignore her shoulder as Steven listened. He swivelled his head, speaking in a German accent, hand still shoved in the backpack. “I have done nothing. I didn't do anything.”

“Michael, would you put the bag on the floor please?” Piper tried to remain calm, but her brain pounded with possibilities. In that one moment, she imagined the scenario she dreaded, where Michael would pull out Luvet’s gun and shoot Morgan twice. She was panicking. She hadn’t been in the field in so long, she forgot how to breathe. Inhale...1...2... Hold...1...2... Exhale...1...2...3...

“I have done nothing. I didn't do anything.”

“I know Michael. We just want to ask you some questions. Do you know where Steven is?” She asked as gently as she could.

“No. I don’t know Steven.”

“Try to remember Michael. Where is Steven?”

“No. I don't know Steven! I don't know Steven! Why do you want Steven? Steven is stupid. He's--He's disgusting! He's filthy!” Steven spat, breathing heavily.

“No, he isn’t. You aren’t disgusting, Steven. You aren’t filthy. You are human, Steven and you are loved.” She spoke softly, slowly lowering her gun. “Nothing is wrong with you.” The young man in front of her glanced toward the other, all with their guns raised. “Ignore them, Steven. They don’t know you. Look at me. Look right at me.” Piper raised her hands, stepping carefully towards him. “Do you remember Sarah, Steven?”

“S--Sarah?”

“Sarah is your sister. She loves you very much, Steven. She wants you to come home, Steven. She wants you to stop running.”

“Sarah.” He murmured, recognition flashing in his eyes.

“We aren’t going to hurt you Steven. Just put the bag down. It’s gonna be okay.” She was inches away. If he just dropped the bag... It slipped and Piper pulled him towards her, enveloping him in a hug.

“I never did anything,” he sobbed as she rubbed his back.

“Let’s get you out of here, Steven.” She released him then turned him around. “I have to do this, Steven.” She cuffed him gently as he kept whispering that he didn’t do anything. As the officers took him away, she collapsed in the nearest seat possible, breathing heavily. Morgan rubbed her shoulder, whispering that she did good. She just sat there for a couple minutes as Morgan and Lopez left with Steven. As Morgan and Lopez flirted outside, Piper started crying silently. There was no reason, and yet every reason as she slipped out the back to her bike to drive back to the precinct, texting Derek that she’d left.

Derek slowly pushed Steven into the police car before he turned to the detective. “That friend of yours is good,” she remarked.

“That’s why she’s here.”

“No, I mean, I could never pretend to be that empathetic to a murderer.”

“Easy to do when you’re not pretending.” The young woman gave him a small smile as she gave the backpack to another officer.

“You like it here, huh?”

“South Beach? What’s not to like? When I’m off-duty of course.”

“Anytime you're free, I can introduce you to the real South Beach, stuff we locals like to keep to ourselves.”

“You think you can show me a good time, huh?”

“You look like mojitos, Cuban food, Brazilian jazz.” He chuckled.

“Not bad.”

“Call it an educated guess. Come on down, Papi. I'll take good care of you.”

“I'll hold you to that.” He chuckled as she sauntered off. His jovial mood quickly faded as Hotch pulled up in front of him. “Hotch--”

“You couldn’t wait?” Derek glanced at the leaving detective and to the hostel where he’d left Piper.

“This one’s on me, Hotch. I didn’t think we had enough time.” Hotch licked his lips, before turning back to the car.

At the precinct, Piper downed her bottle of water as she played with her bike keys, glancing ever so often at JJ and Will in the corner. Emily joined her and they both watched the two, groaning as one left. Piper nudged Emily to egg JJ on. She watched hopefully as Emily murmured something to JJ. “You know what?” murmured JJ as she ran towards Will. Finally. Piper walked over to Emily and they watched, smiling as their girl confessed to the boy. They were about to slap their foreheads when she kept rambling but cheered silently as Will pulled JJ in for a slow, sweet kiss. His hands wrapped around JJ’s waist as Derek and Spencer joined the other girls.

“I thought she was never gonna admit it,” Piper joked as she pushed Derek’s arm off from around her shoulders.

“Yeah. What's it been, like, a year?”

“Yeah, something like that,” Emily muttered.

“We should stop watching before it gets creepy,” Piper declared, walking off as the others followed.

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i think it’s time (for me to rest) - b.b

Pairing: none this just 2.5k of Bucky

Word count: 2.5k ish

Summary: after a battle, Bucky finds something that’ll change the course of his whole life.

A/N: started this literally months ago, finished it within the past two days and it’s literally my favorite thing that I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

The battle had finally ended and all Bucky Barnes wanted to do was get back to the tower. He’d just started an episode of Stranger Things when they’d gotten the call to assemble and he wanted to get back and finish it. He’d ended up all the way across town from the Tower, so he was about to text Tony to send him a ride when he heard what sounded like a baby crying. He’d thought that he was the only person on the street, with everyone else having fled at the sight of the latest monster, so hearing another person, especially a baby was pretty weird.

The crying was so faint that he’d never have been able to pick it before the serum. Luckily, his enhanced hearing lead him straight to a car that’d been flipped upside down during the fight. At first, he couldn’t see the source of the sound, just the car and a woman who was almost definitely dead. The closer he got to the two, the louder crying got. So the only place the kid could he was under the car.

Bucky crouched down to try and get a closer look and just as he thought, the baby was trapped underneath the car. Luckily it didn’t seem to be hurt, just stuck, so he lifted up the car using his metal arm and pulled the baby out from underneath with the other. Getting back up, he cradled the child against his chest and took another look at the woman on the floor. She must’ve been the kid’s mom, but it wasn’t like he could bring her back to life to give her back her kid.

The baby was wearing a little blue dress, and had a bow in their hair, so Bucky assumed that it was a girl. Her sobs had lulled to just whimpers as he stroked her head and murmured, “it’s okay, it’s gonna be okay, shh…”

He didn’t really know what to do with the girl, but he couldn’t exactly leave her alone, so he decided to take her back to the tower with him and see if he could find another one of her relatives. The woman had her purse on the ground next to her, so before leaving, Bucky went through it and found her wallet. He figured that having her ID would help Tony to find the rest of the girls’ family.

Satisfied that the rest of the area was clear, he called Tony to send them a ride. He didn’t want to drop the baby, so he balanced the phone between his ear and shoulder.

“Barnes?” came Tony’s voice through the phone, “Where are you? Fight’s been over for like half an hour, you lose your phone or something?”

“I didn’t lose my phone—I found a baby—her mom is dead, so I’m bringing her back with me,” he explained, “gonna need a car though, can’t really walk the streets with a little girl.”

“I got you Barnes, there’s a car waiting for you just around the block, I’ll see you when you get here.”

At this point, the baby had stopped crying completely and seemed to be fascinated by his metal arm, poking at it and giggling.

One of Bucky’s favorite things about the future was the technology. He was excited by everything from the microwave to the latest tech that Tony cooked up in his lab. Like the driverless car that he’d sent to pick them up.

He didn’t know where it came from, but somehow he knew exactly how to hold the little girl. When he’d just been defrosted, Steve had told him that he’d had sisters back in the 40’s, but he didn’t remember much about them. There wasn’t a car seat, and she couldn’t sit up by herself so he couldn’t exactly strap a seatbelt across her chest, so he held the baby close to him, instinctively rubbing small circles into her back to soothe her. By the time they’d gotten to the garage in the tower basement, she’d fallen asleep, probably tired out from all the crying.

Getting out of the car, he saw Steve waiting for him by the elevators. “Hey Buck!” called Steve from the other side of the room, “Is that the kid?”

“Yeah, quiet down a bit though, she’s sleeping” he said smiling down at the baby in his arms. The two men walked into the elevator, which took them up to the Avenger’s floors of the tower.

As they walked into the living room Steve turned to him, “You wanna drop her off in your room?” he asked, gesturing at the baby as they walked towards the debriefing room.

“Good idea, it can get pretty loud, and poor thing’s already been through enough today. She doesn’t need to face the team on top of it.”

The two parted ways, with Steve going into the meeting room and Bucky continuing on towards his bedroom. He set the little girl down in the middle of his bed, and made a cocoon out of some of his extra blankets. He had to dig out some of the extra soft ones that Tony bought him when he’d first moved into the tower. Satisfied that she wouldn’t roll over and fall out of the bed, he asked Friday let him know if she woke up while he was gone.

He couldn’t figure out what it was, but the more time he spent with her, the more he wanted to protect her. For someone who’d spent so long as a murder machine, it was nice to know that he still had the ability to feel protective of another person. Sure he loved Steve, but that was brotherly love, and he definitely didn’t need his protection anymore.

He walked into the meeting room and sat down in his usual seat, between Sam and Tony. Steve was standing at the front of the room and once the last person filed in he started to speak, “Okay! Does anyone want to start us off?”

“It was pretty much a regular battle, nothing special really,” said Sam.

“I don’t know if Barnes would agree with you there,” interjected Tony, being one of the two other Avengers who knew about the baby.

“Uh yeah,” he began, “I found a kid stuck under a car.”

“A kid?” asked Natasha.

“Well—more like a baby really—I heard her crying on my way back here, her mom was dead so I brought her back here,” he explained, looking to see how the rest of the team would react.

“You brought a baby to the tower?” asked Bruce, “You know how dangerous it is here? She could be in serious danger.”

“She’s asleep in my room, how much danger could she possibly be in? Plus it’s safer here than under a car,” replied Bucky. “Anyways, I picked up the mother’s wallet so we can use the ID to find her family.”

The others pitched in with their opinions on Bucky’s decision to bring the baby back to the tower, but before the conversation could get too heated, Steve interjected, “I think we’re done here,” he announced. “Sam was right, nothing special happened—other than the baby of course—but nothing the whole team needs to concern themselves with, everyone but Bucky and Tony is dismissed.”

Once everyone was gone, Tony began to speak, “If you give me the ID I can have Friday run it. I’ll also have her order some clothes and other baby shit.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Steve.

Bucky nodded in agreement, “While you do that, I’m gonna go back to my room to stay with the baby.” He didn’t like leaving her alone for too long, even if she was asleep and under Friday’s watch.

In his bedroom, the baby was still sound asleep, looking as if she hadn’t even moved. Bucky had nothing he really needed to do, well other than his mission report, but that could be done some other time. He was pretty tired, so he decided to take a nap.

While changing into more comfortable clothes, he figured that the kid would probably feel better if she was wearing something cleaner, so he took out his smallest t-shirt. Being careful not to wake her up, he unbuttoned the little dress and slipped it off her, putting his shirt on instead.

Satisfied, he climbed into bed, instinctively pulling the little girl close to his chest. He must’ve been more tired than he thought, because he quickly fell asleep, his last thoughts being that he hoped Tony could find out the baby’s name, because he was getting a little tired of referring to her as “the kid” in his head.

He woke up to the sound of crying. It was only a couple of hours later, and the kid was awake. Luckily, Bucky was a pretty light sleeper, so he was awake right away. He was going to ask Friday what to do about the baby, but as soon as he picked her up she quieted down, wrapping one of her tiny fingers around his larger one. His heart began to race and it was then that he knew he was so gone for her already, and he didn’t even know her name yet.

He was running his fingers through the dark wisps of her hair when he heard a knock at the door. “Come in!” he called, not bothering to get out of bed.

Tony walked into his room and announced, “Thanks to Friday, I know everything about this little one, from her birthday to her social security number!”

“That’s great man, does she have any family?” Bucky didn’t know what he wanted the answer to his question to be. Logically he knew she’d be better off with people actually related to her, but there was a part of him that never wanted to let her go.

“Unfortunately, it was just Rebecca and her mom, meaning now she’s all alone—”

“Wait a second. Did you say Rebecca?” A million years ago he had a sister named Rebecca.

“—yeah that’s her name. So as I was saying, she’ll probably go into the system; she’s young though, so she’ll probably be adopted quickly.

Something about that didn’t sit right with Bucky. He knew orphanages were nothing like the way they were when he was younger, but he didn’t feel right even thinking about the possibility of a little girl with his sister’s name getting lost in the system. “What if—what if I kept her?”

Tony paused, taking in what Bucky had just suggested, “You know you can’t take care of a baby and be an Avenger at the same time,” he said slowly

“What if I don’t want to be an Avenger anymore?” And he didn’t anymore, he hadn’t for a while now really. Over 60 years of fighting was enough, he just wanted to rest.

Tony did a double take, “I’m sorry what?”

“I’ve just—uh—I’ve been fighting for so long you know? And I don’t know if that’s really what I want to do with the rest of my life. I haven’t talked about this to anyone but Steve, but finding this little girl who just happens to share a name with my sister has to be some kind of sign.” He felt like it was the universe giving him a way out, not that he really needed one. If he really wanted to retire, he knew he’d have the support of everyone that mattered behind him.

“Hey man, if you’re serious about this, I’ll do whatever I can to help you out,” said Tony, basically voicing Bucky’s thoughts. “I know the rest of the Avengers will too.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m gonna think it all through tonight, and I’ll tell the team at breakfast tomorrow I guess.”

“Whatever you want Bucky, we’re behind you,” he reiterated, getting up to leave the room. “I think the clothes I ordered are here, I’ll have one of the bots bring them up here, along with some food.”

“Thanks Tony, I really appreciate it.” He was talking about more than the clothes and food, and he knew that Tony what he meant.

-----

The next morning he puts Rebecca in a dress with little Captain America shields on it and brings her down to breakfast with him. The rest of the team are already there, which was great because then he’d only have to make his announcement once.

They were preoccupied with their own conversations, but when he stood at the top of the table and cleared his throat, their attention went to him. “I have an announcement to make. I’ve really enjoyed my time as a part of this team, and I’ll always be grateful to you guys for accepting me the way you did after Steve brought me back, but I think it’s time for me to move on.”

“Is this because of the kid?” interrupted Sam.

“It’s not. I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, she was just the final push to really make a decision. I’m tired of fighting,” he smiled down at the baby in his arms, “I think it’s time for me to rest.”

“That’s great Buck,” said Steve, with the others piping up to agree with him.

As Bucky took his seat at the table, Rebecca took ahold of his finger once again and began to giggle. The love that swelled up in his heart was confirmation enough that he’d definitely made the right decision.

fin.

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