#lieutenant elliot

[greywolfheirs]

I just had a mind blown 🤯 moment with Knives Out which might be a bit biased bc I'm a Lakeith Stanfield fan lol BUT since Knives Out and Glass Onion are currently on the brain, here we go:

Marta Cabrera/Lieutenant Elliot. After the events of Knives Out, Marta is trying to settle into her new inheritance, and who happens to be awfully generous with his help? You guessed it, Lieutenant Elliott. It's got all that slowburn tension of "we kinda know each other and you're the person I hate least in this neighborhood so I guess we're friends?" that turns into "hey we actually have a lot in common and I look forward to seeing you!" leading to "oh shit do I have feelings for you??"

Idk I got distracted as we all did by Ransom's charm but this is so much more adorable. Plus it's a way for me to play in the universe a bit which, honestly, is all I've wanted lol.

#knives out 2019 #knives out #marta cabrera #Lieutenant Elliot #we'll see if I actually end up writing anything but this gives me something to chew on #lt elliot deserves more love #so does lakeith Stanfield for that matter

[solittles]

you can pry autistic ned, hodge and jirv from my cold dead hands

#terror lieutenants = autism lieutenants!!!! + jopson as the ocpd lieutenant #its the truth!!! #elliot screams

[avitute]

i just want an elliot stabler x reader that’s NOT smut

yes he’s one manly man but i want a HUG. i want ANGST. i want FLUFF.

i need x reader recs PLEASE i am STARVED

#elliot stabler #elliotsvu #law and order #law and order svu #law and order special victims unit #daddy #olivia benson #rafael barba #alex cabot #casey novak #fin tutuola #donald cragen #captain cragen #johnmunch #detective stabler #lieutenant benson #detective benson #sonny carisi #amanda rollins #nick amaro

[humanveil]

the svu that lives in my & my mutuals’ heads is so good. dick wolf could never

#svu 🚫. svu where liv gets to have other worldly experiences where she talks at length with her dead mother & where elliot gets to #scream WHERE WERE YOU at the jesus he’s hallucinated: ✅ #every day of my life since i finally got the vid to work i have been thinking of may’s bad lieutenant inspired el breakdown. #things that are canon. to me. #terminal svu brainrot

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

All I see is Red ♦️

Leon S. Kennedy x reader

A/N: holy shit, this took me so long to edit fml it's the longest thing I've written so far. I also think it's terribly paced, but I'll leave that to you. I hope you like it anyway <3

~Fi 🐝

《Warnings》: ADA SLANDER. Girl is getting wrecked in this one. Ada's a bitch. Reader is absolutely furious, Leon is supportive but a lil bit useless, description of injuries, feminine rage, RC flashbacks.

《Word count》: 6.1k

Inspired by this post of mine <3

Reader's codename is 'Loon/Loony' after the bird!

Please don't copy my work. I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Red. A color that held many a mystery, signifying an infinite amount of things and emotions. Every shade as different as the next. Ruby, crimson, maroon, burgundy.

Where others commonly thought of the symbol of love, a deep red rose, or perhaps the pale plush on the cheeks of newly confessed lovers and the sensuality of passionate nights, you saw different things.

Your relationship with the color red hadn't always been a complicated one, not until that fateful night. You wished you could go back where red was just that; red, a color, nothing more. Not something that had you anxious and alert.

You didn't see love, passion or deep devotion. What you saw where the horrors of human greed and pride. You saw the blood dripping from the gnarled jaws of the first infected you'd ever encountered at the gas station with Leon. You saw the red lights of broken down and abondend cop cars. You saw the red of dismembered police officers and civilians.

You saw the red of Kendo's Gun shop and the redness his daughter, Emma, held in her eyes. You saw the red of lieutenant Branagh's bloody finger prints in officer Elliot's notebook. And you couldn't get all the other shades out of your head- especially not the red of her dress, or the red dripping from his shoulder because he took a bullet for her.

It only ever haunted you, the tearing lump of flesh that once was Dr. Birkin, or the blaring red lights deep inside the NEST.

It wouldn't leave your mind. It was filled with red, overflowing with its common link to anger. The hot, excruciating fury that boiled in your veins when the facade of the woman in red broke into two, revealing what she really was.

You thought, as you watched her fall and saw the ruby shade being enveloped by unforgiving black, that you could move on.

But you never did. You never could. The betrayal and anger were still deeply rooted in your veins. But not only for what she did to you, but what she did to him. How she used and abused his kindness, loyalty, and care for her gain, pretending to care only to repay the both of you like this after you'd saved her.

But you weren't alone, fighting to stay afloat in the red sea that was trying to drown you. You changed your approach.

Instead of all the blood and anger you saw in red, you tried seeing Claire's jacket. Or the woven, red hair band Sherry wore. As well as the redness in Leon's cheeks after all the running and fighting.

You tried seeing the dark, dull shade that soaked his bandage, signifying that it was over. You were safe, he was safe, Claire and Sherry were safe. And it worked.

You saw the shiny crimson of Claire's bike, the leathery red of a matching jacket that Sherry desperately wanted, and the beautiful shade of the single rose that Leon gifted you on your first date.

You even saw the pale red reflections of the lovebites that littered your skin from time to time, courtesy of Leon.

The red of that nights horrors slipped to the back of your mind, just like the red of the Umbrella logo and the red cross that sat exactly where Raccoon City once was, standing out against the pale paper of a map.

All was well as love and passion took the reigns on the red in your mind, but if course things don't stay well forever.

And your peace was broken when you caught a faint glimpse of red from the corner of your eye.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

This place wouldn't have been your choice of a vacation destination, but lord knows the government doesn't give a shit about that.

The village was rundown, muddy, and most importantly, full of walking corpses.

Unbeknownst to you, of course.

The horrors had started ever since you and Leon stepped out of that god forsaken car, the red of blood, innocent blood, forcing its way into your mind once again.

You tightly gripped the red ammo box you'd just picked up from the ground after Leon had kicked a wooden crate into splinters.

"Hey, hey, easy! You're shins aren't made of steel." You scolded the blonde agent on your left, who only responded with a very playful eye roll while checking the mag of his gun.

"Don't you worry about my bones, Loony." He chuckled, patting your shoulder.

"Don't call me that! S'not my fault you got the cooler codename." You grumbled. "And for your information, Loons are excellent swimmers!"

"You see any water?" He shot back with a grin which earned him a huff from you.

Your gaze turned back to the pale red box in your hand, slight indents forming where your fingers were as you subconsciously squeezed it a little too hard.

The edges were worn and the colors were dull, but the bullets inside clinked together like the shuddering melody that haunted you ever since Raccoon City.

Leon noticed your dazed stare at the small container, they way your brows were scrunched together and the structure of the paper box crumbling under the hard grip of your hand.

"Hey, you okay?" He asked softly, firmly placing one of his hands on your shoulder. Your head snapped towards him, his gentle words pulling you from your trance.

"Hm? Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine." You smiled awkwardly, shoving the box into your pocket.

"Alright. Let's see if the locals know something." He replied firmly. The air he had about him told you he hadn't completely believed your answer and that he would keep an eye on you.

The last thing he needed was you getting in your head. He needed your full support and attention in order to pull this off.

You were about to respond when a small zip sound made you whip your head in its direction.

"Did you hear that?" You fully turned to face the way the sound came from and narrowed your eyes to see whether whatever caused that noise was in your sight.

"Hear what?" Leon asked puzzled.

"It sounded like a... a zipline or something." You glanced at Leon, who still had his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Never mind." You muttered, walking past him towards the village entrance.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The locals did know something. They knew that they definitely did not like the two of you and that there would be nothing more satisfying than watching you burn.

The haunting screams of one of the Spanish Police officers echoed off the broken and shitty houses as he went up in flames.

"Jesus Christ.." Leon breathed out, reaching for his gun.

"This is not gonna be pretty." You mumbled, aiming for one of the villagers, who had noticed you by now and were storming in your direction, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet hit him right between the eyes with a splat sound and your eyes widened when he only held his head before continuing his way, lit torch in hand.

"What the fuck..."

Leon looked just as shocked as you, but didn't hesitate to feed the fucker four bullets to his forehead until he finally toppled over.

"Something's not right." You stated quietly, a crease between your eyebrows.

"We'll talk later." He said firmly, aiming his weapon again. Giving him a sharp nod, you moved in and took out any local that blocked your way.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You had underestimated the number of people that lived here. You were completely surrounded, standing in the Plaza of the village, careful not to slip on the muddy ground. Leon's back was firmly pressed against yours as you tried your hardest to fight off the horde.

The once quiet town was now filled with the piercing sounds of fired shots, the unholy screams and screeches from the townspeople and the heavy thud of bodies falling into puddles.

Your elbows were locked as you mercilessly took down local after local, only stopping to quickly reload your pistol. While reloading, you noticed the smallest flash of bright red flitting over the terracotta roof tops.

You froze and, stupidly, lowered your guard as your eyes were frantically searching for whatever that was. The fact that it was red made your blood solidify in your veins and your breath to get caught in your throat. It was as if time around you slowed down, the images of that night seeping into every crevice of your mind. The blood, Leon's blood, the lights, Kendo, and his daughter, Dr. Birkin and her. It all hit you again like a truck that was carelessly speeding down the road.

But you had no time to get lost in those horrific images swirling in your head or to slip into a panic attack because you were tackled onto the dirty ground, wrinkled hands wrapping around your throat, squeezing tight.

You were struggling for air, desperately clawing at the discolored arms that quite literally held your life in their hands. An old woman had jumped on top of you, screaming phrases you couldn't understand in your face as her spittle landed on your cheeks.

Her face was sunken in, more than it should at her age, and the veins around her eyes seemed almost black. And in her eyes there was only rage, a burning fire just like the one they'd lit before.

You were thrashing your legs, anything to get her off and her hands away from your neck. You could feel yourself getting lightheaded, your heart pouding in your ears. Leon came to your rescue quickly, harshly ripping the woman away from you and shooting her in the head twice with no hesitation.

"Loony, are you alright?" Leon asked firmly, keeping the few remaining residents at bay.

"Yeah, I... don't worry about me.." You heaved, soothing the red mark on your neck. You were coughing and panting, trying to steady yourself. Leon had given you a very sharp look that said I'll take care of this. and you weren't about to argue with him. There was no point in wasting precious ammo with how shaky and unreliable your hands were at the moment.

You dragged yourself behind a small fence and took deep breaths, pressing the heel of your palm into your temple.

Suddenly, the loud sound of the church bell bounced off the buildings and everything went eerily quiet. The once furious and aggressive villagers now slowly made their way to the church, mumbling soft illegible words and phrases.

They payed no mind to Leon as they brushed past him like nothing happened and he didn't exist. The door fell shut with a heavy sound after all the remaining people had entered. Leon turned in confusion.

"Where's everyone going? Bingo?" He huffed, his voice being the only thing heard, besides the soft crackling of the fire at the stake, and the quiet rustle of leaves as a soft breeze passed through them.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

"What the hell happened back there?" It was clear Leon wanted an answer for your little freeze up. He knew you, and you would never let someone, or rather something, get that close to you.

"I... just got distracted." You mumbled, keeping your eyes on the sweet cow you were currently petting. Leon had gone looking for more supplies in the empty houses and had spoken to Hunnigan about Baby Eagle's whereabouts while you stumbled upon the gentle creature chewing on some grass in one of the open stables.

You needed to get your head back on right, and scratching the cattle helped clear the fog over your mind. It mooed softly and licked at your hand and you could feel the roughness of its pink tongue against your palm. Leon sighed and tipped his head forward.

"We can't afford distractions, Loony. You know that."

"I know. I just... have a really bad feeling about this. It's like... we're being watched. And I saw something red moving across the rooftops and I.. got inside my head. It won't happen again." You kept your voice small and quiet, looking down to hide the faint spark of shame in your eyes.

You wouldn't fuck this up. You couldn't fuck this up. You needed to pull yourself together and get back to the task at hand.

"Good." Leon said softly, placing his hand on your shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze.

He wished he could do more. He wished he could take you into his arms and kiss your forehead. He knew how odd and complicated your thoughts on the color red were. You'd told him all about it, and he held you through it all, as the two of you relived that nights events in your own minds.

But you'd set a strict rule. Absolutely no display of affection during work. The risk of the enemy finding out was too high, and they would surely use that newfound information to their advantage.

It wasn't easy being in a relationship and then working together like this, but you made it work. You made it work purely because you worked. You matched Leon perfectly, and he matched you.

You were a dream team to the government, which is why they kept you close. And now you would use your skills as a team and save Ashley.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Ending up in this Castle had not been part of your plan. It was an impressive building, no doubt, but the light marble walls and beautiful greenery that was littered with colorful little

blooms painted a wrong picture of its owner. The... host, shall we call him, hadn't given you one second to breathe. You were running and fighting, and running and fighting, and occasionally taking a hit or two to shield Ashley from as much harm as you could. It was all so... familiar. It felt like just how you tried to shield and protect Sherry from Chief Irons.

It made your head cloudy with bad memories. The constant separation from Ashley reminded you of how you somehow always caught up in the middle. You'd started out in the Police station with Leon after the crash but ended up in the orphanage with Claire, trying to rescue Sherry.

Well, that's not quite true, actually. Claire needed your help, so you left Leon... with her.

She seemed trustworthy enough with those big three letters plastered next to her name. What a fucking mistake that was.

There hasn't been a single day where you don't regret your decision. You felt so betrayed, and you still do. You were used just as much as Leon, putting your trust into someone who would've left you to die.

The memories rippled in Leon's blood, staring you right in the face, as you took a look at his injured hand. Whatever was inside of you had gotten inside of Ashley's mind, causing her to attack Leon with a knife. It sliced open his palm as he tried to stop the swing.

You were currently using some first aid spray on the wound before wrapping it on a piece of cloth you'd cut off from the many curtains around the Castle. Leon, as always, insisted he was fine and you needn't fret over him, but you were truly fucked if he couldn't hold his guns correctly.

You shut him down and began lecturing him on how stupid it was. And he listened, like he always did, staring at you with a smile on his face. He glanced past you, eyes falling on the gate that had separated Ashley from the both of you, and his smile was replaced with a small frown.

Ashley looked so terrified, and it broke your heart. She didn't deserve any of this, being ripped from her life and then having to fight for it all the same. You had to find her before Ramon did.

"Can you fit that under your glove?" You asked softly, tying a tight knot on the makeshift bandage around Leon's hand.

"Uh, yeah. Should work." Leon mumbled, squeezing his hand in a fist multiple times to test the flexibility of the wrap before putting his glove back on.

"Alright," he groaned as he got up from the edge of the stoke fountain he'd been sitting on,

"Let's get our Baby Eagle back." He held out his good hand to you, which you took, and he pulled you off the ground.

"Are you sure your hand's okay?" You questioned with a crease of concern between your brows when you saw him wince as he grabbed his gun. He only smiled at you softly and gently brushed his calloused thumb over your cheekbone.

"I'm okay. I promise."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The courtyard was really quite beautiful. The high and dense walls of green gave it a somewhat mysterious and mystical feel. There were plenty of old and mossy stone statues littered around the place, with a few fountains here and there. If it hadn't been under these circumstances, you might've called your stay here enjoyable.

It didn't matter now as you slipped from the literal maze that was the courtyard, into an open stone hallway right by its side. The gate was locked, so your only chance at finding Baby Eagle was to go around, which meant through the dark walls of the Castle. You weren't thrilled, but it was your only option.

There were two doors in the hallway; one to your right, and one straight ahead, at the end of the corridor.

"You go right, I'll take the one straight." Leon said, motioning to the wooden door in front of him.

"Okay." You nodded, checking the mag of your gun. There was no telling what else would hide in the Castle. Leon reached out to the door handle, but you interrupted him, making him stop in his tracks.

"Leon?"

"Yeah?"

"Be careful. I saw some snakes around here."

He gave you a firm nod and proceeded, as did you, carefully entering the room.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Leon slowly pushed the door open, having his gun at the ready if anything decided to jump him. When he couldn't detect any immediate threats, he stepped inside fully and looked around.

The room was lit up in a warm hue from the various candles burning, their wax dripping down the metal candle holders.

There were many wooden cabinets pushed against the walls, filled with all sorts of shiny junk. An open window at the back if the room caught his eye, and he carefully moved closer as the hinges creaked.

"You can stop right there, Leon." A voice called from behind him, accompanied by the cocking of a gun and the clacking sound of high heels against the old wooden floors.

"Wouldn't make me use this, would you?" He'd know that voice anywhere. It haunted his dreams, whispering sweet lies and betrayals in his ear, only to fade away when it's owner fell to their death.

He clenched his jaw and chuckled bitterly, letting his gun fall to the floor with a thud.

"Well, after six years, that is one hell of a greeting... Ada."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

The room was uneventful. It was mostly bare, only a big table in the middle filling the space, littered with scrap pieces of paper and metal parts.

There were no windows, only a couple of candles to light your path. You searched around nonetheless, and found a small pot with a green herb hidden in the corner.

You hummed at your find and plucked the stems, storing them in your pockets so you could grind up the leaves later and combine them with a rare yellow herb Leon had found in the courtyard.

You rummaged through the papers on the table, just in case, but were pulled from your task when you picked up muffled voices coming from Leon's direction. Alarm bells went off in your head, alongside utter confusion.

Who could he be talking to? You doubted the.. lovely.. gentlemen who had welcomed you had a knack for talking. It wasn't Ramón. It didn't sound nearly as pitchy and annoying for it to be him. There was no way it was Ashley..

what was going on? With furrowed brows and immense caution, you quickly walked down the stone hallway to the room Leon had chosen to investigate, finding its door ajar.

Your heart stopped when you heard what sounded like a gun hitting the floor. Next, there were sounds of struggle and soft grunts, same with a noise like a blade slicing through the air.

It felt like your feet were rooted in the ground, refusing to move. You had to pull yourself together. Leon was in potential danger.

You kicked open the door so hard that it smashed into the sturdy stone walls with a loud thud. When your eyes landed on the sight before you, your hands fell limp at your sides, your mouth slightly agape.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

Leon had his knife pressed against Ada's throat and she slightly shifted her head to look over her shoulder, straight at you. She made an amused sound before turning back to face Leon.

"You brought your little friend, too, I see." She said with a smirk. Her voice was so smooth, too smooth. All you wanted to do was put a scratch in it. Leon stared at you, and you stared at him, with the occasional glance to the woman who ruined your life.

You stepped further into the room, keeping your eyes on her while letting the heavy door fall into its lock.

The second you finally met her eye, every single emotion you felt that night, and all the six years after, came bubbling up all at once, almost choking you. Your eyes were burning, your jaw was clenched and your breathing became irregular. You circled around her until you stood right next to Leon.

"Why the fuck are you not dead?" The bite and disbelief in your voice was evident, you balled your hands into fists to keep the fury and sadness at bay.

"Ooooh, Ouch." Ada feigned hurt and smirked back at you. God, how badly you wanted to slap that stupid smirk off her face.

You took a breather, trying to sort the words in your head. You didn't know what you wanted to say first. Everything wanted to come out at once. All the pain, and the anger and the fear. All the deep hatred you held in your heart for her. You looked up at the ceiling and shook your head with a small scoff.

"I can't believe this... for six goddamn years I've been trying to move on and get over what happened, get over what you did. And just as I was starting to get a grip, you show up. Why? You couldn't just do your shitty job without bothering us? You just can't go quietly, can you, Ada?"

"What, you're still not over that?" She shifted on her feet and almost rolled her eyes. There was no remorse in her voice, no regret, nothing. Just annoyance for your inability to be over it.

"You're awfully confident for someone with a knife at her throat." Leon said harshly, earning him a glare from Ada.

"You... are you serious? You used me! You used Leon, preyed on our fear only to... to fuck everything up! Do you even have an ounce of an idea of what you did?" Your throat started closing up as the emotions ran amok in your chest, leaving you with a shaky voice and a burning in eyes.

"We were fighting for our lives, thinking we were the only survivors and then you came along with your fucking FBI badge and gave us hope. Do you even know how-" she cut you off with an amused scoff that turned into a scowl.

"Oh, please. I didn't give you hope. You gave yourself hope." Your face dropped slightly, which only lasted a second before an expression of unimaginable rage took over your features.

"You fucking-" Leon stopped you from surging at her with a firm hand on your shoulder, sheathing his knife, "he took a bullet for you! I twisted and contorted three times over for you because we thought you wanted to help! We- We had faith in you, and we trusted you." You had to hold back a sob as you recalled the painful memories of betrayal that still sat deep in the marrow of your bones.

The first few tears sprung from your lashline, leaving streaks of salt on your cheeks. You were so, so incredibly angry and hurt. Your nostrils flared as you exhaled sharply, cleching your fists.

"But now I see that I should've shot you between the eyes first chance I got." You said lowly, staring daggers at Ada.

"A feisty one, huh?" She smirked bitterly, "Keep your bitch under control, Leon."

"Say that again, Ada, and I swear to god-" Leon hissed as he pushed past you, towering over her in an attempt to intimidate her. She laughed, she fucking laughed, and tilted her head at him.

"What are you gonna do? You're too soft for your own good." She spat, the venom in her tone could burn through your flesh like acid. Something inside you snapped.

The thin, tethered line of patience that you'd been holding on ever since you stepped foot inside this room crumbled under the weight of your emotions.

You quickly pulled Leon's combat knife from its sheath and pressed it against Ada's neck, successfully backing her up into a corner until she hit the stone wall with a grunt.

"I would choose my next words very carefully. I'm not above slitting your throat and watching all the lies spill out." You warned lowly, your eyes darkening. You saw a flash of something in her eyes. You couldn't decipher it. She was impossible to read. Everything about her was fake.

She could get on her knees and beg for your forgiveness and you'd believe her. That's how dangerous she was, how unpredictable.

"That was you in the village, wasn't it? The red I saw flashing on the rooftops? The weird sound I heard? That was all fucking you, wasn't it?" You seethed, pressing the blade to her neck, almost slicing through the knit fabric of her dress.

"You are a pest of a human being, Ada." You continued angrily, letting everything spill out.

"We were willing to die for the cause, for you, just so you and that stupid sample could get out and prevent this from ever happening again. The fact that that means nothing to you shows how truly rotten you are. You're not a good person, Ada, and you never will be." You noticed a shift in her demeanor when you harshly spat the last sentence.

The corner of your mouth twitched upwards. You'd hit her where it hurt, apparently. A gentle hand on your shoulder made the harsh crease between your eyebrows soften.

"Loony, we have to get Ashley. We can't let Ramón get her." Leon said quietly, trying to tug you away from Ada by your arm.

With a sharp jerk of your shoulder, you shook him off of you, nicking her jaw with the edge of the knife in the process. Ada breathed heavily as she tried to keep the knife away from her neck. She looked past you, directly at Leon.

"Leave the girl. She's lost no matter what."

At the mention of Ashley and without thinking, you struck her across the face. She gasped in surprise, both at the impact and that you had the guts to slap her.

"You don't fucking get to decide who's lost!" You bellowed, trying to keep your hands steady with all the rage that was coursing through your veins.

"You better thank whatever God you believe in, because that's the only one standing between your neck and my knife." You threatened with a harsh stare that made Ada swallow.

"Loony-"

"If I catch you near Ashley you're dead meat, Wong." You said lowly before stepping away from her and pressing the knife back in Leon's hand.

With a last angry look you walked towards the door. You pulled it open, the hinges groaning under its weight. You looked back over your shoulder.

"Just know this... no amount of good deeds will ever undo what you've done. You're the one that's lost. Not Ashley."

You didn't wait for a reaction, or for Leon, you just needed to get away from her.

You headed towards the courtyard again and sat down near a fountain, watching the small stream of water drip from the stone vase.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

It was over. This absolute nightmare of a mission was over. You were exhausted and covered in... well, maybe you didn't want to know. You'd removed your Las Plagas parasite, and Saddler met his demise at the hands of Leon.

You could get Ashley back home and then barricade yourself in your shared apartment with Leon, waiting for the next shitty mission to come along.

It was an endless cycle of exhaustion and pain, but you were lying if you said it wasn't addictive.

You fell to your knees with heavy breaths, letting everything fall off your shoulders. You were so relieved you could cry. Your neck and shoulders hurt from tensing up, your back had been crushed into too many walls, and you'd been thrown against a barrel.

Holding your side in pain, you lifted your head up only to see Leon on the ground, reaching out for the amber. Your body sagged, the adrenaline fading away by the minute.

However, your head shot up when you heard what sounded like a metal clang of shoes. Ada came down from the sky, tucking her grapling gun back into its holster.

"Jesus christ- do you ever fucking go away?!" You yelled, more to yourself than her. She bent down and plucked the amber right from under Leon's nose. You heaved yourself up with a groan and grabbed one of the small knives you'd found along the way.

You aimed and threw it at her, you didn't care where it hit her, if it hit her at all, but if she didn't get the hint that you wanted her to fuck off now, all hope was lost.

The blade embedded itself in her thigh, making her cry out in pain and, in turn, dropping the amber.

You used all your remaining strength and threw yourself at the small glass container, grasping it tightly. Ada's eyes widened, still holding onto her injured thigh.

"W-What.. what are you doing?" She demanded through hisses and groans. Dragging yourself up with the support of one of the metal rails, you held up the amber in the light.

"Fuck you.. Fuck this stupid little stone.. Fuck whoever you're working for. I am done." You panted, throwing the amber as far as you could, watching as it disappeared into the deep, dark ocean.

"No!" Ada screamed, reaching out for the stone, "do you have any idea what you just did!?"

"I don't give a shit."

You limped over to her and bent down, meeting her at eye level. Pulling the knife from her thigh, you couldn't help but chuckle.

"This feels a little... familiar, wouldn't you say, Ada?"

You thought back to when a piece of metal had lodged itself into her leg back in the Umbrella lab. You'd found her by coincidence, lying on a pile of debris and rubble. If it hadn't been for you and Leon, she would've died in that hellhole. Not that you ever received a thank you.

"Go to hell." She spat in your face, holding her bleeding thigh.

"I'm already in hell." You mumbled bitterly, sinking down next to Leon, who had an expression on his face that you could only describe as awe. With a scowl on her face, she heaved herself up and limped towards the helicopter that had flown up.

Ada managed to get into the heli, with a little trouble, and smirked back at you.

"I'd offer you a ride, but... I think I'd rather watch you be blown to bits and pieces."

"If I ever see you again, I'll be your worst nightmare." You snapped at her, praying she'd just fuck off already.

She scoffed with a frown and signaled the pilot to take off.

"Have fun being mince meat."

You sighed and slacked against Leon once she was gone. Your head fell against his shoulder and you closed your eyes.

"We need to get out of here, the whole Island's gonna blow." Leon sighed, rubbing a hand over his face.

"I know, just..." Your voice was shaky, trying to suppress the tears that would ultimately spill. You took a deep breath, blinking away the salty water droplets. You needed to be strong. You needed to get Ashley out of here.

You had plenty of time to break down when you were back at home. Leon noticed your fight to keep the tears away and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly while pressing a kiss to your temple.

"You're okay. Ashley's okay. I'm okay." He cooed, gently rocking you.

"I love you. And I would love to spend the rest of my life with you, but we can only do that if we find a ride out of here. Now." Leon said as softly as he could. He wanted to comfort you, hold you, and kiss you, but the situation was urgent.

"You know I'm always prepared." You sniffled with a small grin, holding up a pair of keys for Leon to see.

"Where the hell did you get these?" Leon asked bewildered. You got off the ground with a groan and grinned.

"She's got some pretty shitty pockets." Leon followed suit with getting up with an amused smirk playing in his lips.

"You clever little thing."

You winked and tossed him the keys. He chuckled once he caught them and noticed the little bear Keychain that was attached to the keyring.

"Cute."

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

You were sitting on your couch, knees tucked under your body as you watched the TV. Your gaze was unfocused, and in reality, you weren't watching the TV at all.

You were thinking about everything that happened. About all the emotions that you didn't get out, all the things you hadn't managed to say.

You were inside your head all the time. Not being able to focus on anything without slipping away into that September night or those rainy days in Spain.

Leon noticed. Of course he did. And it broke his heart to see you like this, all dull and void of joy. But he knew that this would pass. He wouldn't allow you to get lost.

Which is why he held you that little bit tighter and whispered how much he loved you just that little bit more often.

You didn't notice Leon coming into the living room, jumping slightly when he slid down next to you on the couch and slung his arm over your shoulders, pulling you into his side.

"Look what came in the mail." He said softly, pressing a small decorative card into your hand. You looked him with furrowed brows but he gave you an encouraging nod and pressed a kiss to your temple.

There was a big, red 18 on the front, surrounded by small hearts. You turned the card over and began reading the inscription. Your eyes got brighter with every line you read, and a smile tugged on your lips.

"How sweet of her. Sherry invited us to her 18th birthday party." You smiled softly, looking at Leon. He hummed and pulled tighter against him.

"She called earlier when you were taking a nap. She's really excited to see you again, you know." He replied softly. You chuckled.

"Yeah, me too. It's been forever. God, I can't believe she's turning 18 already." You sighed.

"Time flies, huh?" Leon grinned.

"It sure does." You giggled, snuggling closer to Leon.

"Hey, is Claire still planning to take Sherry for her first ride on her bike for her birthday?" You asked.

"Hell yeah, she is. She's got her Harley all polished up for the big day." He smirked. You laughed and let your head fall back against Leon's shoulder. He pulled you into his lap, your back pressed against his chest, and started littering soft kisses down the side of your face.

"Lee! What are you doing!" You giggled, trying to get away from his wet kisses. He held you tightly, not letting you escape his grasp.

"Jus' wanna see you smile, baby." He mumbled against your skin. With a mischievous smile, you let yourself fall onto the length of the sofa, dragging Leon on top of you.

You placed a sweet kiss on his lips, brushing some of his blonde locks out of his face.

"I love you."

"I love you too, sweetheart." Leon whispered, looking at you with a smile, blushed cheeks and slightly red lips.

Maybe the color red wasn't so bad, after all.

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[curseoffrell]

@litterateurist semi plotted starter~

Elliot had been up on time; bed perfectly made, gear all ready to go, and uniform perfect as usual, not that anyone knew that was all down to the magical compulsion to obey. He’d known for 2 years now that it was a curse but, given he’d never experienced a different life, he’d just continued to exist as though it was a fundamental part of him. The rest of his squad just assumed he was an eager puppy, too quick to act because he wanted to please, and it was easier to slip into that role.

Only the arrival of the prince pulled his attention off his cleaning of boots, eyebrows raising as he immediately recognised the other man’s face from… well, everywhere really.

“Basic training put you through the wringer.” He noted before immediately getting cuffed round the back of his head by their squad leader.

“You’ll learn everyone’s names quickly enough but this idiot is Elliot. And you can call me Lieutenant.”

“His name is Scott though-“ This time Elliot managed to duck the hand.

“Lieutenant to you.”

#litterateurist

[hapless-and-hopeless]

I’m rewatching Knives Out, and I’ve decided that Lieutenant Elliott and Blanc are old friends or maybe amicable exes. This adds nothing to the plot but delights me greatly:

Elliott calling Blanc “Benny”

His unusual level of trust to let Blanc run all over this very high profile case and saying “I can vouch for him”

And at the same time Elliott is utterly unimpressed with him the whole time

The opening interview scenes when Blanc plays a single piano note and Elliot knows it means ‘hurry up and get to the point’ without even looking at him

The way he says “the great Benoit Blanc” with a verbal eyeroll - that’s exactly how I talk to my friends when I’m hyping them up and teasing them at the same time

I’m just in love with the idea that they’ve done this a million times and Elliott let’s him in on this case (when he really has no reason to) for old times sake

The implication that Blanc ended a relationship with a smart, successful guy in the same line as work with him to go marry himbo baker Hugh Grant

Give us a prequel with this thrown in as a totally irrelevant Easter egg, Daniel and LaKeith can pull it off

#knives out #benoit blanc #daniel craig #lakeith stanfield #the glass onion #Hugh grant

[bethanydelleman]

New Year's Resolutions for Jane Austen Characters (mid-novel) Part 2

George Wickham: Marry a heiress. Stop gambling lol, as if, that's what marrying the heiress is for.

Lady Catherine: Convince Darcy to follow through with his duty and honour of marrying my daughter Anne. Learn pianoforte

William Collins: Continue in the esteem of my patroness, Lady Catherine de Bourgh in order to secure additional livings. My wonderful partner in life joins me in this goal.

Charlotte Collins: Convince husband to spend as much time in the garden as possible. Secure extra livings in order to gain more Mr. Collins-free time.

Georgiana Darcy: Practice harp at 10am sharp every day until fingering improves

Mrs. Jennings: Marry off every eligible girl within sight, beginning with the Miss Dashwoods.

Fanny Dashwood: 1. Suck up to mom to secure inheritance 2. Keep Edward & Elinor apart at all costs, 3. Hang out with this Steele girl to make Elinor jealous

John Willoughby: 1. Marry an heiress before my entire life explodes 2. Worm my way back into Mrs. Smith's good graces. 3. Marianne???

Sir John Middleton: 1. Go hunting 2. Host parties and balls 3. Make sure my tenants in Barton cottage are happy (Not actually goals, just what he does anyway)

Lady Middleton: Maintain the propriety of my great house and title while spoiling my children

John Thorpe: 1. Marry that rich heiress I so cleverly secured 2. Buy and sell horses for extravagant prices 3. Attend Belle & James's wedding (If I have time)

Isabella Thorpe: ❤️❤️❤️ Marry Captain Frederick Tilney ❤️❤️❤️

Jane Fairfax: *hands back the paper blank and blushes*

Frank Churchill: MARRY THE LOVE OF MY LIFE JANE FAIRFAX um, some girl I know. Don't tell my aunt, please

Mr. Elton & Mrs. Elton: keep being the hottest couple in Highbury *high five*

Dr. Grant: Eat a lot of yummy dinners (same goal since he was born)

Julia Bertram: Catch a better husband than Maria Keep partying with Maria

Mrs. Price: hire better servants, have Rebecca fix that carpet... I really have the worst servants in Portsmouth, it's a tragedy... (we cut off her complaints here)

William Price: MAKE LIEUTENANT

Sir Thomas: Finally figure out how to make Tom stay at home and do his duty as the eldest son. All the other kids are doing very well so I have nothing to improve there.

Sir Walter: There is nothing I would ever change about the amazing person that is myself.

Elizabeth Elliot: Marry Mr. Elliot and reestablish myself as the mistress of Kellynch

Lady Russell: encourage Anne to marry Mr. Elliot, read all new poetry publications

Mr. Elliot: Keep Sir Walter from marrying that vile seductress so I stay in the line of succession

Mrs. Clay: Marry Sir Walter, at all costs

Part 1

#jane austen #mansfield park #pride and prejudice #northanger abbey #sense and sensibility #persuasion #emma #happy new years #new years resolution

[my-my-my]

may i request a scenario of aizen seducing his s/o 😳 thank you 💕

Sure! It's been a while since I wrote something remotely NSFW, so I feel a bit rusty. Timeline is vague, but it's female reader and Captain Aizen (and I miss him!).

The song that was the inspiration for this little drabble was Jupiter - Elliot Uppercut (Mr. Gonzo Remix).

Tags: @stygianoir

TW: NSFW: fingering. Relationship between reader and Aizen can be interpreted to an abuse-of-power situation, but I left it vague on what position reader is.

Every couple of decades, Lieutenants Sasakibe and Matsumoto liked to host a grand party in the world of the living as a celebration during peacetime. Their reasoning was that it was a “great learning experience” to see what mortals were doing, and not everyone liked to “celebrate” with a Japanese tea ceremony (that Captains Yamamoto and Unohana enjoyed planning). You chalked up that for Lieutenant Sasakibe, it was true that he wanted to know more about the mortals and what was considered “modern”, but you knew for Lieutenant Matsumoto, it was just an excuse to have fun and party. She didn’t need the reason of peacetime to throw one.

Every party differed depending on the whatever trends those in the living were experiencing. This was your second party, and you knew it was already different from the first. You remembered wearing a delicate kitsuke with floral motifs.

This time… you couldn’t believe your appearance. You were told to close your eyes as Lieutenant Matsumoto insisted on styling you for tonight’s party. Apparently, Lieutenant Ichimaru and her were in secrecy over something, but you weren’t sure of what.

You inched closer to the mirror, inspecting your face and you outfit. You had never, in your centuries as a Shinigami, worn anything like this. Lieutenant Matsumoto highlighted your eyes with glittery eyeshadow, while your lashes were accented with mascara, while a gold, sequin-covered mini dress hugged your body, with the final touches of bejewelled, black satin heels, adorning your feet. Your accessories were minimal, your hair styled in a way you weren’t familiar with, but you couldn’t help but blush – you looked good.

Lieutenant Matsumoto was also dressed in a similar fashion, her curvaceous figure being accented in her glittery mini dress. As Matsumoto inspected her appearance for any last-minute touch-ups, she grabbed your arm and chanting a quick spell to transport you both to the venue.

Bright, colourful lights, a ball covered in silver (was this what Lieutenant Matsumoto called a “disco ball”?), followed by pounding music.

The floor with the other party goers was changing colours to the beat of the music, as they danced their worries away. You recognized some captains and lieutenants at the bar, their outfits seemingly fitting with their personality.

Before you could ask Matsumoto what you should do, she ran off with Lieutenant Ichimaru. Sighing, you made your way to the edge of the dancefloor, watching your fellow colleagues dance away.

You couldn’t help yourself but hum to the song, gently swaying and moving to the rhythm. It was then you were tapped on your bare shoulder, startling you out of your reverie.

“I’m sorry to startle you – you looked like you should be on the floor and not on the sidelines” the man smiled. His brown hair slightly pushed back, a deep navy blue shirt that wasn’t buttoned fully all the way – leaving his bare chest exposed, tucked into black pants secured with a black belt with a gold buckle.

You stood there, blinking as to who it was, but as he smiled – you immediately recognized,

“Oh! Captain Aizen! I barely recognized you.” You answered. “I’m not used to seeing you without your glasses.”

“Yes – and it’s a first for me as well.” Aizen responded sheepishly. “I’m wearing what’s called ‘contact lenses’? They’re fairly new to the Realm of the Living and Sereitei.”

You hummed in acknowledgement as you stared his face. Without his glasses, his eyes were sharp and intense, completely opposite to the gentle and kind voice he had.

“But back to my earlier comment – you should be on the dancefloor. You shouldn’t deny yourself from having fun, especially with how much time Lieutenant Matsumoto spent to throw this event.” Captain Aizen remarked as he looked over your body.

“I will if you will, Captain Aizen!” You laughed, as you pulled him with you.

The song changed to a more upbeat one and you felt your hips sway again, your body moving on its own to the rhythm. You smiled as your body moved to the music, closing your eyes as you let go. It was when you opened your eyes, when you noticed Captain Aizen smiling, but not moving.

You grabbed his hands again encouraged him to move his legs, motioning him to move them as you were. Once he followed the rhythm, you guided his arms. “You got this Captain Aizen!” You cheered as you danced along with him.

Soon the song shifted to a slower tempo, but you were too lost to the rhythm to notice. It was when you felt strong arms grip your waist, and a hard, warm body behind you, you stopped moving.

You jolted as you felt Captain Aizen’s breath near your ear, with him whispering, “keep going, you look divine tonight.” His deep voice flowing through your brain as if in a trance, and you picked up your pace again. You moved your body against him, as he started pulling you off dancefloor.

While the music was still as loud, you realized you were in a more secluded are of the venue. It was then Captain Aizen spun you around, pushing you softly to the wall. You both were panting, a thin layer of sweat between you two.

Captain Aizen’s cheeks were flushed, and you knew your face was no better.

“Do you know how many people were watching you tonight?” Captain Aizen asked you, closing the gap between both your bodies. “You’re a divine vision amongst these mere mortals.” He murmured, tracing your face with a finger.

“A beautiful goddess in all her glory” Aizen commented, as you felt your cheeks grow hot again. You weren’t used to such compliments, but you felt emboldened.

“What are you trying to say, Captain Aizen?” You asked, grabbing his silk shirt, bringing you face-to-face with him. You swallowed hard as you stared at his intense brown eyes, as they narrowed down to look at you again.

“Would a goddess give a private dance to a humble man?” Aizen asked, pushing his face to your neck, giving you a soft nip as his lips made their way to your ear. You gasped as he began to nibble at your lobe, while his arms traveled along your body, with gentle squeezes.

Aizen’s hands started to drift lower as your dress rose higher. You relaxed your body as his warm fingers gently massaged your inner thighs, slowly creeping to your dampening panties. You were getting slick from his ministrations, as began to kiss you. You fervently kissed him back, throwing your arms across his neck and widening your legs.

You felt one of Aizen’s fingers push the measly cloth of your underwear aside as he inserted one finger inside. You winced at the intrusion, but began to moan as Aizen thumbed your clit, rubbing it softly. You clenched his shirt as he began to push more fingers inside you, as you writhed and moaned against the wall.

Aizen smirked at the sight as you became undone by just his fingers – how would you feel around his cock if you were this tight around his fingers, he thought to himself. He pumped his fingers in you, as he pushed the straps of your dress down – nipping and biting your bare chest.

He could hear and feel you getting close – prompting him to pull away from you.

“What – please don’t stop!” You began to plead, as Aizen watched you with amusement in his eyes.

“My goddess, why don’t we go somewhere private – you did promise a humble man for a night of privacy.” Aizen grinned at your disheveled state – lips slightly swollen from his kisses, hardened nipples and thighs covered in your own slick. You nodded your headed eagerly, as you held on to his arm – leading you to a night of more feverish “dancing”.

Dress I was imagining for reader was this Pac Rabanne piece, paired with Manolo Blahnik's Hangisi 70 heels.

#bleach #aizen sousuke #aizen sosuke #aizen x reader #aizen sosuke x reader #aizen x y/n #aizen x you #bleach writings #aizen writings #aizen smut #sousuke aizen #sosuke aizen #aizen sosuke x you #aizen sosuke x y/n

[harpers-tartarus]

I am straight up about to write a barson svu fic lmao. Highlights:

Rafa and Liv were totally roommates at some point before their relationship developed

People are still under the impression that they are roommates and not husband and wife, but that paperwork was filed in total silence

Does anyone know Liv's husband's name? No, but that's what makes it so funny

Rafa hates Elliot but who doesn't lmao

I feel like the first time anyone finds out about their relationship is like so subtle like Rafa's like: I'm needed in court, and just kisses his wife and leaves???? Carisi is shooketh

Or Rafa walks into the precinct with Noah swinging his arm and telling his Papi what happened at school and everyone does a double take

Liv: trying to testify and not thinking about the fact that her husband wore her favorite three piece suit of his and that she's definitely going to be ripping him out of it later

"Counselor" and "Detective/Sargent/Lieutenant" get thrown around as much as their damn names and its so funny

#svu #barson #fic idea

[oneshotnewbie]

How would Olivia react if her daughter was diagnosed with a chronic illness (like Lupus).

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Olivia would have been initially shocked and disbelieving and would have fallen into a sort of initial denial. She wouldn't believe the diagnosis at first and would hope that it was a misunderstanding or a mistake and would therefore, as a precaution, see another doctor for a second opinion.

Through her desperation, Olivia is sad because she is worried about your well-being and the possible effects of the illness. The same evening you were diagnosed, she intensively searched for information on the Internet in order to better understand the disease and, above all, to know what to expect. Eventually she finds herself in a forum where she encounters parents who have had similar experiences.

As she interacts with other parents, she learns that it would be better to seek professional help, in the form of psychotherapy or counseling, to learn how to deal with the emotional distress, your illness, and manage her own stress because somewhere deep inside, Olivia partly blames herself and wonders if she could have done anything to prevent the illness.

Despite the great fear about your future, she may wonder how you can lead a normal life, how the illness will affect your school and career opportunities, since you have always dreamed of following in your mother's footsteps. Despite the initial shock, she still radiates a certain amount of hope and optimism because she believes that you can lead a fulfilling life despite the illness and looks for ways to enable you to lead an active and happy life.

With her fierce attitude, Olivia is determined to do everything in her power to help you achieve your dreams, which is why she is actively involved in finding the best medical treatment options and considering therapeutic approaches. She comes to terms with the diagnosis and accepts it, adjusting her lifestyle with the new illness of yours, despite the challenges that the chronic illness brings.

She makes a special effort to have a strong and supportive relationship with you during the early stages of the illness to make you feel loved and understood. Olivia brings open communication to the agenda. She brings out more empathy and support, takes more time for you, and scales down her activities as a lieutenant a little. She listens carefully to you when you have bad days when your physical pain puts pressure on your mental health and accompanies you to every doctor's visit, regardless of whether there is a new case or not. Not that she didn't support you, but now she's doing it twice as hard in every aspect of your life.

To be clear: Olivia is not the best chef the world has ever seen. But when her parents gave her the tip to cook for you in a healthy and vitamin-rich way to alleviate your symptoms and pain, she tried to educate herself in her free time and prepare meals for you on her own. However, she made you a promise to only order pizza or high-fat meals every other Sunday.

Her love language would go through the roof! Small, important gifts would haunt you, as well as lots of kisses on the temple, forehead, nose and light hugs so that she doesn't add anything to your pain.

Olivia tries to mobilize your family (Amanda, Finn, Elliot, Kat, Carisi) and tie you close to them so that you don't distance yourself and keep your pain and problems to yourself. Your SVU family supports you, helps you when you can't do some things and supports you wherever they can.

But in the midst of worrying about you, Olivia has neglected her own needs. She lost sight of her own health and well-being, but quickly understood that she wasn't helping anyone but rather doing harm, which is why she takes time, takes care of herself and meets her emotional needs when needed.

#olivia benson #olivia benson imagine #olivia benson fanfiction #law & order: special victims unit #specialvictimsunit #law and order special victims unit #special victims unit #svu fanfic #law and order svu #writeblr #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #imagine #oneshot #svu fanfiction #olivia benson fic #olivia benson fanfic #olivia benson x reader #olivia benson x you #olivia benson x daughter!benson #olivia benson imagines #olivia benson oneshot #olivia benson one shot #fanfic #imagines #one shot #svu one shot

[callofdudes]

I genuinely don't see why people don't like Gaz or don't like to include him, I absolutely love Gaz and he's one of my favorite characters.

I find it pretty sad, and people before me have said this, but Gaz often gets replaced in stories and headcanons by König. And I don't understand it.

Gaz is part of 141. When people tell me to write a fic or headcanons about 141 I always include Gaz. If König is included so is Gaz

"He's not developed enough, there's nothing interesting about him." I have so many headcanons for Gaz It's ridiculous.

He's the world to me, He's pretty, and his actor Elliot Knight is such a nice guy.

He was one of the first ones recruited into 141.

He has an amazing sense of humor, not like Ghost or Johnny's per say but he still gets in a quip hereband there.

He's got a strong bond with Johnny and I see them as a close sibling duo almost. Gaz is a bit more serious than Johnny, and he always keeps his head on and the mission his first priority. When he's joking with Price and Laswell you can hear how sort of annoyed/ but slightly fond he is.

He has an amazing relationship with Price. And even though he's much quieter he's still strong and provoking. He can command when he wants and when he needs.

I headcanon he was a kid who liked to share his ideas in school, but wasn't always encouraged for them. Leading to him being quieter when he became a recruit. He would do things around base without being prompted to to help out, and others would take credit when he couldn't speak up.

He loves to spend his time down in the archives area (there is a thing like that, I don't know if the archives is exactly what its called though), looking through all the files, reading about new soldiers and old soldiers.

He loves history, he wants to know about soldiers everyone talked about and looked up to.

His relationship with Ghost isn't touched on much but Gaz is very proper and devoted, calling him sir and Price Captain at all times. He has a bond with Ghost as his lieutenant and unlike Soap who would backtrack orders to save people, I don't necessarily think Gaz would do that. (Depends on the situation)

He's ready to take orders at the flick of a wrist. And he's a very family oriented man and loves his team more than anything in the world.

Gaz always shows up in my stories and I absolutely love him. I love him so so so much. I could ramble for hours about how much I love Gaz. And even characters like Horangi. I found him originally through Körangi the ship because at the time I didn't have the Warzone game (a whole different ramble)

But I soon fell in love with Horangi just because of how much I love his personality. He's a batshit little tiger with funny voice lines and I absolutely love the man. He's secretive and like the perfect mix of Johnny and Gaz. Serious and calm but also says the most outlandish things that make you laugh every time.

So anyway, this was just my little ramble. It really does make me disappointed when I find a good headcanon scenario I would really like, and Gaz either isn't even there or is replaced by König. Like, I like König too, he's not my absolute favorite character, but why not both of them?? Can't one not replace the other??

Give. Me. More. Gaz

#call of duty #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #call of duty mw2 #call of duty mwii #mw2 #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #rambling about the amazing sergeant himself

[deeptrashwitch]

Elliot "Pride" Stevens

Name: Elliot Stevens

Nacionality: American🇺🇲

Age: 24

Date of birth: 12th july 1998 - Fort Worth (U.S.A)

Residence: Killeen, Texas, USA

Afilliation: U.S Army / 75th Ranger Regiment Specters

Rank: Private

Callsign: Pride (Current)/ Charlie 3-8

Occupation: Combat engineer

Height: 1.90 m/ 6'2" ft

Weight: 95 kg

Blood type: AB-

Pronouns: He/him

Sexuality: Straight

Languages: English (Native), Japanese, Greek, Afrikáans

AFILLIATIONS

Specters members:

-Captain Alicia Marchant (alive)

-Lieutenant Luke Michaelis (alive)

-Sergeant Jackson Blackwell (alive)

-Sergeant Edward Jackson (alive)

-Corporal Noah García (alive)

-Corporal Elijah Wilson (alive)

-Airman First Class Nicholas Fowlett (alive)

-Private Marcus Lombardi (alive)

-Private Alexander Christensen (alive)

-Private Francis Scott (alive)

CIA:

-Chief Station Dominique Wright (alive)

Underworld:

-Liù Xiao Chen (alive)

FAMILY

-Harrison Stevens (Father) (alive)

-Sarah Stevens nee Hayes (Mother) (alive)

-Mirai Hayes (Aunt) (alive)

-Daniel Stevens (Uncle) (alive)

-Enzo Stevens (cousin) (alive)

-Jimmy Hayes (cousin) (alive)

PERSONALITY

-He is arrogant and stubborn, and the first time he met Jackson and Noah, it played against him and caused problems with most of them. But when he left that on the side, he's really responsible, intelligent and, as well as Luke, analytic.

-During the conjoined missions he stays a bit away from the other team, usually because he doesn't consider them an intelectual challenge. Francis stays near him, though, the cartographer is the one who smack some sense into him.

-Elliot usually overthinks almost everything, trying to understand all the variables, but ends up stressing himself. Maybe that's why people compare him with a surly cat when he's stressed.

BIOGRAPHY

Born in Fort Worth, Texas. His family are mainly veterinarians, on the other hand a cousin is an economist and the other one is a photographer. As a kid, he grew up surrounded by animals and ended up loving almost any kind of animals, to his parents delight.

Elliot thought of being a veterinarian as well, but during his school life he discovered that he is amazing with the math and the physics. For many years he investigated about some branches of engineering, and found about the combat engineers, which called his attention. He talked with his parents, who were worried about him, but asked to take a year or two to think about it.

A year and half later, he enlisted into the Army and engineers school, and he studied until he almost fainted as he was on basic training. As he finished his training and title as engineer, it was known he was the best on his class, which helped him at the moment to be accepted on the special forces. From then on, he became arrogant, mostly because all of his superiors were amazed with him and praised his abilities insted of his co-workers'.

During his deployments, he perfected his tecnique and his speed on the field, which only boosted his ego. When he was on a deployment on a mountain range, he met Luke as a Sergeant, who at first was also reading his file in awe, but they lost contact after two missions more. And when the rumors about the new team were flying around, he knew they would look for him, considering the pattern.

And he was right, but he got slightly offended that the Captain sended the Sergeant and the Corporal instead of come herself. But when the reunion started, he felt in danger for a second, the Corporal was ready to beat the shit out of him and the Sergeant looked at him with something near to hate. Soon he went to Black Tomb and the day the Captain arrived again, he shivered and surprised to see how Michaelis was now the Lieutenant of the team.

And Luke was dissapointed...

Elliot spoke with Alicia and felt so little, like never before, and also he walked outside that office feeling regret for his own comments. Soon Luke walk to him, this time without a trace of the awe of before, just telling him one think with a harsh voice. Nowadays, he thanks that he said that during his first time there, but at the moment it affected him.

"Listen, the time has passed and I noticed something. You aren't as special as you think, everyone here are basically geniuses on their fields and if you continue thinking that you're some itty-bitty shining star...I'll be the one to bring you back to earth and throw you out of here" Luke growled to him that day "bring your fucking act together, Stevens, get down of your cloud"

SKILLS

-He is specialized on detecting many tipes of land mines, and even some acuatic mines too, to leave it for Noah. Also he prepares obstacles for the enemies squads and clears the paths for the other squads that come after the main one.

-Main and static part of the infantry squad, and he goes better during frontal attack missions, mostly if they have time to prepare traps.

COMBAT

His combat style is defensive, but will take a turn to the offensive if it's needed. His first choice weapon is also a Bowie knife. Elliot will never admit it, but he refuses to learn another kind of combat, not out of arrogance, but because he isn't sure he'll be at a good level in time for the missions.

TRIVIA

-His main hobby is solve puzzles, any kind of puzzle he can get, he'll try to solve it. Inside his room has a collection and everyone always gift him a new one on his birthday.

-Most part of the time he's inside the hangars, so he interacts more with Luke and Edward, also with Francis because the younger one is the one who keep him down to earth.

-He also doesn't have a car, and everyone prays for him to stay like that. Elliot...likes a bit to much Gran Turismo, and it could be great if only he knew how to drive as a sane person. Also Elijah lent him his Camaro once and he almost crashed it down...since then he's banned from using any civilian car out the base, except on special ocations.

-More than once, Alicia has seen him let some stray cats inside the base, but she never said anything. Mostly because she also got attached to them and is thinking to adopt one (and call it gun powder)

-His callsign speaks for itself, and it wasn't something that his peers gave him to joke or in a good mood. On the contrary, it was a way to almost insult him because of his attitude. But Elliot took it anyway because it fits him.

-He doesn't have any favorite food, and is really picky to eat. But when he enlisted, he forced himself to eat all the MRE's out in the field and the lunches when they're on the base. He eats everything, but doesn't enjoys it, maybe only Alexander's biscuits.

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Court Of Public Opinion - Andy Barber x Reader (Part 1)

A/N: This is the sequel to Memory Served and will contain major spoilers for that series so go read that one first if you haven’t already!

Summary: 4 months have passed since your disappearance and Andy is beginning to lose hope. However a miracle is just around the corner, but it comes with its own complications

Word Count: 8.1k

Warnings: Language! Angst! Talk of Abduction! Talk of Violence! 

Dividers by me!

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 1

Andy felt like a shell of a man, barely alive, only just existing. His eyes were unfocused as the room filled with indistinct conversation and the sound of camera shutters as the press took photos. He didn’t want to be here, he wanted to be anywhere else but here. He didn’t want to listen to the recap of the case, didn’t want to see the sympathetic looks from everyone.

He just wanted you.

“Mr Barber, is there anything you want to say to Y/N if she’s out there?” One of the reporters asked.

Andy blinked a couple of times pulling himself from the trance he was in. He glances over towards your parents who gave him a small reassuring smile before he looked back out towards the sea of reporters. 

He clears his throat nodding his head slightly as he got his thoughts in order “Yes” he mutters before finding the main camera and looking directly down the lens “Y/N, sweetheart, I don’t know if you’ll ever see this but if you do please reach out, just to let us know you’re safe, and if there’s someone out there who knows where she is, or know what happened please help us” he pleads, looking down as his voice breaks.

He tries to sniffle back his tears as he feels the all too familiar dark cloud and clenching sensation in his chest. Something he felt so often it was more like an old friend now.

He feels your mom reach out beneath the table and squeeze his hand. He glances over seeing her glassy eyes looking back at him, she gives him a reassuring smile that just breaks his heart even more because she looked just like you. All Andy could see was your face whenever you tried to cheer him up or reassured him that he was going to win this case. 

After what felt like hours the press conference was over and Andy and your parents were able to file out of the room, away from the scrutiny of the press. Once in the next room your mom turned to face him, wrapping her arms around him.

“I’m sorry” Andy muttered shaking his head as she hugs him.

“Honey you have nothing to apologise for, you did a great job, I’m so proud of you” she smiled reaching up to quickly wipe away his tears.

“We both are, we know you’re doing everything you can,” your father says putting his hand on Andy’s shoulder.

The detectives working on the case then walk over “We want to thank you for agreeing to this press conference, we understand how difficult it must have been” Lieutenant Elliot says as he shakes Andy’s hand.

“But we’re hoping this will lead to a breakthrough, it’s going to be on statewide news and there’s a hotline assigned now so we might get some hits,” Detective Wagner says.

“We hope so too” your father sighs nodding his head.

“We’ll be in touch if we hear anything, in the meantime head home and try and get some rest,” Elliot says before the both of them bid their goodbyes.

“C’mon Andy let's head home,” your mom says rubbing his arms soothingly, Andy just nods and lets her gently guide him out of the building.

As your father drove them all back to Andy’s house, Andy was just staring out the window. His eyes closed as he replayed the last time he saw you, the way you kissed him, smiled at him as you backed the car onto the road, blowing him a kiss as you pulled away. He’d give anything to have another chance, to hold you tight and not let you leave, beg you to wait just one day so he could drive you both to your parents' house.

Everyone was silent as they walked into the house, your mom making a beeline for the kitchen. Your dad just clapped Andy on the shoulder offering him a drink, Andy gave him a small nod before walking towards the kitchen where he found your mom throwing away last night’s take-out containers.

“You don’t need to do that,” Andy tells her gently, putting his hand on her arms as she went to wipe down the counter.

“I know” she sighs “I just like to keep busy” she admits sadly.

“I know, but c’mon,” Andy says gently, taking the cloth from her.

“I miss her” your mom sniffles.

“I do too” Andy whispers wrapping his arms around her and hugging her tightly.

For the rest of the afternoon, they all tried to relax and talk about anything except you and your disappearance. Your parents asked Andy how the fraud case he was working on was going, he in turn asked how they were, and if your dad had caught any big fish since they last spoke. 

“We should probably start heading home love” your dad says squeezing your mom’s knee.

“Yeah you’re right” she sighs nodding her head before glancing over at Andy “Do you want to come back with us Andy? It must be hard being here with constant reminders of her” she offers nodding to your blanket draped over your reading chair in the corner.

“Or go see Frank for a bit, a change of scenery might do you some good” your dad suggests.

Andy shakes his head “No I’m good, working and keeping busy is what is helping at the moment, if I stopped…” Andy sighs.

Your dad gives him a small smile nodding his head “Okay, but the offer is always there” he reminds him.

“Thank you, drive safe,” Andy says as he walks the both to the door.

“We will, call if you need us” your mom reminds him giving him a quick friendly kiss on the cheek before stepping outside.

He stands by the door, waving them off as they drove away. Letting out a long sigh he walked back inside, closing the door behind him before making his way into the kitchen.

Opening up the fridge to grab a beer he couldn’t help but let out a weak snort when he saw your mom had filled it with meals he could just put in the oven. He spots a note on top of one of the pasta dishes.

All those takeouts won’t be doing you any good, take care of yourself Andy

Andy smiles gently as he grabs the pasta dish and puts it in the oven. He’s always admired your parents and how loving and supportive they were. As soon as they’d met him they accepted him, treated him like a son. And they had raised you, this amazing smart gorgeous intelligent woman that he missed so so much.

Letting out a shaky breath he abandoned his beer and reached for something stronger. Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the side and pouring himself a healthy measure, swallowing it back in one go. 

Once his dinner was ready he grabbed his laptop and began working while he ate. He knew you would rather he relax and watch some TV, there were many nights that you’d grab him by the tie and drag him away from his laptop. But you weren’t here and the only way he could keep his head above water was to keep going, keep working, because silence was suffocating.

He’d just pushed his empty plate away, washing his food down with more scotch when his phone started ringing. He instantly reached for it, hoping it was the police with news, letting out a disappointed “hey” when he saw it was just Frank.

“Hey, I was just checking in, seeing how you were after the conference” Frank greets.

Andy lets out a long sigh, rubbing his forehead tiredly “It was how it’s to be expected, painful” he admits.

“But it’ll be helpful though right? Get more people looking” Frank says somewhat hopefully.

“Maybe I dunno, it’s just fuck all those faces looking back at me, the sympathy” Andy mutters running his hand down his face.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” 

“Not when they’re all clearly thinking she’s dead and I should just move on” Andy scoffs.

There’s silence for a beat “but you don’t think that do you”

“No… maybe fuck I don’t know, I just don’t understand it all” Andy groans.

“Barber I swear to god you better get your head out of your ass before I catch the next flight up to Boston and kick your ass, she’s out there somewhere” Frank says growling.

“But where? Why doesn’t she want to be found? Has she just up and left me? Is that why she dumped the car and everything in it?” Andy demands getting more worked up.

“I don’t know Andy, I wish I did, but look we know that there was no evidence of a crash or something, and she wouldn’t have left you, she loves you Andy and she would have gone to her parents” Frank reasons.

“So you’re saying someone might have taken her?” Andy huffs

There was another beat of silence before Frank sighed “I don’t know, maybe… but there wasn’t a sign of struggle” he says making Andy sigh deeply “Look just don’t give up hope, hopefully the press conference will do some good, get more people on the lookout, give the case more attention, we all know that’s been lacking” 

“Yeah I guess” Andy murmurs as he takes a sip of scotch

“And the offer of staying on my couch is still there, I know Mary would love to see you or we could try and visit you” Frank offers.

“No save your money, and sanity by not staying with your mother, I’ll be fine” Andy says making Frank chuckle quietly.

“Sure but don’t hide away, and keep in contact, it’s all gonna work out” Frank reassures him.

“I will promise, how’s the gremlin?” Andy asks changing the topic.

Frank lets out a long groan which makes Andy chuckle weakly “She slammed her bedroom door on my hand this morning” 

“Ouch, what did you do to deserve that,” Andy asks.

“Said she couldn’t go to girl scouts because she refused to do anything in Gym class the day before” Frank explains with a huff.

“Let me guess, she was doing maths instead” Andy chuckles knowingly.

“Yep god she’s such a backwards kid” Franks snorts.

“Yeah, but you love her” Andy points out.

“Yeah I do, but look it’s getting late and you should be trying to get some sleep not working yourself to death” Frank says knowingly.

“I dunno” Andy sighs shaking his head.

“Andrew Stephen Barber, get some sleep, it’s what Y/N would want” Frank warns.

“Okay, fine I’ll try” Andy concedes.

“Good, I’ll talk to you soon and I’ll try and get up to you soon” Frank promises.

“Okay, talk to you soon” Andy sighs before hanging up the phone.

Deafening silence fills the room as soon as the call disconnects. Andy sighing sadly as he looks around the empty house trying desperately not to lose hope.

When Andy woke the following morning, he glanced to the side like he’d done every morning, still expecting to see you peacefully asleep next to him. But just like every morning for the past 4 months, there was just an empty, cold space next to him.

Staring back up at the ceiling he let out a long sigh. He had a strange feeling in his gut that just made him want to pull the covers back up, fall back asleep and maybe if he was lucky, dream of you. He seriously considered just not going to work today but he knew he needed to, he needed to keep busy, he couldn’t let his head slip under water.

So he dragged himself out of bed and forced himself to get ready for the day. His body went into autopilot as he slipped on his suit and straightened his tie. At least he knew he had a busy day ahead of him, meeting after meeting that should keep his mind occupied enough.

Walking into the office he kept his eyes on the floor, avoiding the sight of sympathetic looks he always got. He’d thought that he’d get used to it eventually but the longer it went on the worse it got. They reminded him of what he’d lost, that with every day that passed people gave up hope you’d ever be found.

As soon as he was able to he shut his office door, pulling the blinds down so there could be no prying eyes. Dumping his bag down at his desk he got straight to work, grabbed files he needed and hit notebook.

Walking back out he paused by this assistant’s desk “Is meeting room D ready?” He asks her.

“Yes, and I’ve closed all the blinds already” she nods.

“Good, keep hold of this for me, let me know if anything important happens,” he says passing her his phone.

“Oh- oh yeah of course,” she says “Are you sure you don’t want it with you, just in case?” 

“No I don’t want our witnesses being disturbed or put off, we might lose out on critical information” Andy states shaking his head.

“Right, yes of course, uh your first meeting isn’t for another half an hour do you want me to get a coffee or do anything?” She offers shifting nervously in her seat.

“A coffee would be fine, I’ll be in meeting room D setting up” Andy says pointing down the corridor.

“Coming right up,” she says with a small smile pushing herself up from her chair.

Andy gives her a curt nod before walking off in the opposite direction towards the meeting room. It was the oldest and smallest in the building, barely used for that reason. But Andy had picked it specifically because it was also far out of the way of the main hub of the office. It was a safe little refuge from everyone and their sad smiles.

He was just sorting through everything he needed when he heard the door open, and glancing up to see his boss Lynn walking in. She walks over placing a cup of coffee and a croissant down in front of him.

“Intercepted your assistant and thought I’d make the delivery myself, even snagged you the last pastry in case you hadn’t eaten,” she says.

“Thanks, you didn’t have to” Andy mumbles taking to cup of coffee and taking a large sip, looking back down at his work.

When he didn’t hear her leave he glances back up to see her studying him, arms crossed, a concerned look on her face.

“Is there anything you need?” He asks with a sigh.

“You know you don’t have to be in today, you can take the day off and just recuperate after yesterday” she tells him.

“Lynn I’m fine” he states.

“Barber I’m looking right at you and I know you’re not fine, did you even sleep last night?” She says shaking her head at him.

“Yes I did, and I ate, and I had a shower, I don’t need a caretaker” he snaps.

Lynn doesn’t even flinch, she just arches a brow “Considering what you’re going through i’ll let that slide” she tells him, Andy just gives her a small remorseful sigh “Nobody will think less of you Andy” she says walking around the desk, leaning against the side of it “yesterday would have dug a lot of stuff up, you should be looking after yourself”

“I am,” Andy says shaking his head “going home and doing nothing will just make me feel worse, I need to keep busy” 

Lynn sighs nodding her head “Okay, but go home if you’re struggling, take the access stairwell if you want to avoid everyone” she says standing back up.

“Thank you,” Andy says with a weak smile.

“It's okay, now eat” she orders pointing to the croissant as she leaves.

He rolls his eyes but grabs the croissant and takes a large bite, his stomach rumbling as soon as he did so. Clearly much hungrier than he was willing to admit.

The morning moved past in a blur of meetings with witnesses, taking their statements and trying to piece together a case. He ended up working through his lunch, not wanting to leave the safety of meeting room D.

It was around 3 pm that he heard a knock on the door “Yeah?” He called out to whoever it was.

His assistant pokes her head in the door “Sorry I’m not sure if it’s important but an unknown number has been trying to call you for the past hour?” She says walking in, holding out his phone.

“Is it the same number?” Andy asks frowning in confusion as he takes his phone.

“I don’t know, it was a withheld number, it might just be press but I thought I’d tell you,” she says shrugging her shoulders.

Andy lets out a long sigh, with the press conference yesterday he knew there was a chance he’d get hounded by them. All of them hoping for an exclusive.

“Thanks, I’ll keep hold of it and answer when they next call, find out what’s going on” he sighs sliding his phone into his jacket pocket.

“Sure, do you want me to get anything?” She offers.

“No, just send in the next witness when they’re here,” Andy says with a small shake of his head, already going back to scribbling down some notes.

“Of course” she nods before stepping back out of the room.

It was barely 10 minutes later when the door to the meeting room opened. Andy glanced up expecting to see another witness but he instantly stands when he sees Lynn and Lieutenant Elliot walk in.

“Apologies for bursting in at your place of work, but since you weren’t answering your calls I thought it best to check in” Elliot explains.

“I-I left it with my assistant, is everything okay? Has something happened?” Andy asks, begging that it was good news.

“Y/N has been found, she managed to make her way to Newton police station with the help of a member of the general public just over an hour and a half ago,” Elliot tells him.

Andy’s heart stopped. Even though he prayed and begged that you turn up and come back to him, the longer it went on the less he believed it was actually happening. He had to blink a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

“Is-is she okay? What happened?” Andy stutters in shock.

“She’s injured but okay, Detective Wagner has officers with her now at Newton General Hospital, we can now confirm though that she was abducted” He explains with a heavy sigh.

“Fuck” Andy mutters running his hand down his face.

“I’ve already gathered your things for you, do you want me to drive you over Andy?” Lynn offers putting his coat and bag down on the table.

“I-i- uh” Andy stutters his hands shaking as he tried to shove his belongings into his bag.

“I’ll drive you” Lynn states putting her hand on his wrist.

Andy just swallows the lump in his throat nodding his head gratefully, shoving the last of his stuff in his bag. He quickly pulls on his coat and follows them out of the room.

“If you give me your car keys I can organise an officer to bring your car to the hospital for you” Elliot offers as the three of them walk down the access stairwell into the garage.

“Thank you” Andy mutters “Have you called her parents?” He asks as he passes Elliot his keys.

“Yes, they’re on their way, should arrive in over an hour or so” Elliot answered nodding his head.

“Good, fuck they’re gonna be so happy” Andy mutters shaking his head.

“We all are, I’ll see you at the hospital,” Elliot says walking towards his car.

Andy follows Lynn over to her car, quickly climbing in and doing up his seatbelt. Lynn wastes no time and pulls out of the garage and towards the hospital.

As she drives, Andy texts your friend and coworker, Carrie, and Frank to tell them you’d been found. Frank called Andy almost immediately.

“Are you serious? Please tell me you’re being fucking serious” Frank demands as soon as the line connects.

“I’m being serious, I’m on the way to the hospital now” Andy confirms, still struggling to believe it was true.

“Shit. Is she okay? what happened?” Frank questions.

“She’s hurt, but apparently she’s fine, it’s probably just precautionary, she turned up at the police station over an hour ago, she’d been fucking abducted” Andy states shaking his head, as soon as he found out who took you he was going to kill them.

“Fuck, do they know who took her?” Frank asks.

“I don’t know, but whoever it is I’m gonna fucking kill them” Andy growls, earning a look from Lynn.

“I’ll help, but look I’ll let you go and me and Mary will try and get up as soon as we can”  Frank promises.

“Thank you Frank, I’ll talk to you soon” Andy says hanging up just as they were pulling up into the hospital car park.

Andy didn’t even wait for the car to stop completely before he jumped out. Lynn shouted after him as he ran into the building. From his knowledge as ADA and visiting other victims, he already knew what floor of the hospital they would have taken you, running straight into the elevator, slamming the button to make the door close.

As soon as they opened back up he ran out, straight to the front desk “where is she?” He demanded his voice booming down the corridor.

The nurse blinks in surprise, pointing down the corridor where there were armed guards stood outside. Andy’s breath caught, worry washing over him, was the risk to you so great that you needed armed guards outside your room.

Rushing down the corridor the guards thankfully step aside allowing him to burst straight into the room. As soon as he saw you he froze. You looked so broken, your hands and wrist bandaged, a couple of cuts on your face, a large bandage on your leg. His eyes scanned over every inch of your body unable to believe you were here.

“Andy” you whispered, your voice hoarse, cracking as you spoke.

Andy almost completely broke down hearing your voice. It was real, you were here. You were alive, hurt but alive. Every emotion he’d been trying to hold back broke free, tears falling in sheer relief.

He nodded his head “Honey” he choked out, surging forward wrapping his arms around you tightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

He held onto you as you completely broke down, your fingers clutching at his coat as if you were scared he was going to disappear. Andy mentally scolded himself for ever thinking you’d up and just left him.

Andy pulled back from the hug to cup your cheeks, his eyes meeting your tearful ones “fuck Honey I’m so happy to see you, I can’t believe you’re here” he admits shaking his head.

Your lower lip begins to wobble, your fingers gripping his wrists tightly as you shook your head, shame clear on your face “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” you stuttered.

Andy’s heart breaks hearing you say that, this wasn’t your fault, none of this was “No, no stop that” he says gently as he kisses your forehead “You have nothing to apologise for” he tells you, his eyes meeting yours to drive his point home “you’re safe now and that’s all that matters, nothing else, and we’ll work this all out, we’ll make him pay for whatever he did to you” he promises.

The look of relief washes over your face, tears streaming down your face, ones that Andy quickly wipes away “I’m so happy to see you” you whisper shaking your head.

Andy couldn’t stop the small smile that broke out on his face when he hears that. To know you were safe and back home with him, that you wanted to be home.

“Me too, so, so much” smiles softly, leaning in to kiss you. 

Andy felt you hesitate for a moment, long enough to make Andy worry. Questioning what your captor had done to you, what had made you freeze, Andy’s mind instantly went to the worst case scenario.

Before Andy had a chance to question it, you responded kissing him back eagerly. Andy breathes out a sigh of relief, holding back a sob as he kissed you deeply. He honestly didn’t think he’d ever get to hold you like this again, all of his sheer joy, love and relief pouring out into the kiss.

“Where-where is everyone else?” You asked once you broke away from the kiss.

“Carrie will be here tomorrow, Frank and Mary will visit as soon as they can, your parents are making their way over now, they’ll be here in an hour or so,” Andy tells you, his thumbs gently running over your cheeks.

“And they’re all okay? He- he told me my parents were dead” you ask nervously.

Andy blinks in surprise shaking his head, his heart breaking to know you actually believed that “They’re all fine, happy and healthy, they’re so happy you’re safe” Andy reassures you, one hand dropping to take your hand squeezing it gently. 

“Oh thank god” you choke out in relief, Andy instantly wrapped his arms around you, kissing the top of your head as he held you. 

Andy glances over his shoulder when he hears the door to your room open, Lieutenant Elliot and Detective Wagner walking in “Hi, I’m sorry to interrupt the reunion but I thought I better introduce myself, I’m Lieutenant Elliott, I’ll be the head detective on your case” Elliot says introducing himself.

Andy rises to his full height, turning to face the detectives “Have you got him yet? The man who abducted her?” Andy demands, his hand resting on your shoulder.

“Yes, we arrested him a few minutes ago” Elliott nods “We’ll be questioning him later tonight but we need to know what happened to you before we can do so” he explains nodding to you.

You glance up at Andy swallowing nervously “Yeah… sure” you mutter looking back over at the detective.

Andy could tell how nervous and apprehensive you were, he knew this wasn’t going to be easy for you. He hated having to ask witnesses and victims to recount their stories, relive their pain.

“Take your time honey, don’t rush it if you’re not ready” Andy reassures you. 

“No, I’m ready…” you say looking back up at him “It just won’t be easy for you to hear”

Andy takes a deep breath nodding his head. He knew it was important to find out what happened to you, it gave them a chance of sending the perp down for good. But he also didn’t want to hear the horrors you’d been subjected to the past 4 months, have you relive them. Looking down at you, all he saw was worry in your eyes, worry for him, you’d been abducted and you were worrying for him. Something that spoke volumes of your sweet and caring soul. 

Andy didn’t want you worrying about him, so he put on a brave face and forced a smile “Whatever happened I’ll be right here the entire time” he reassures you, whatever happened surely wasn’t as bad as what he was imagining in his head.

You nod your head slightly before looking over at the detective “I’m ready” 

Elliot nods his head moving to set a tape recorder down on the tray table at the end of your bed “Okay, we’re going to record this and be making notes so it can be your official statement, we may ask a couple of questions when you’re finished to clear a few things up but otherwise, we won’t interrupt” he explains pressing record.

You glance over at Andy so he gives you a reassuring nod as he sits down in the chair next to your bed, keeping hold of your hand to remind you that he was there.

“Okay, so um I can just about remember the accident, it was at a crossroads just north of Boston, a really quiet area and this red van must have blown a stop sign or something because it just crashed straight into the side of me” you start swallowing nervously “I must have been knocked out because I can remember being treated at the site but then I woke up again at Mass Gen, and I couldn’t remember anything, not even my own name” you explain.

Andy takes a deep breath as he tries to make sense of it all, glancing over at the detectives he could see they were equally confused. The investigation into your disappearance had found your car miles away in Sudbury, not a scratch on it. 

“When I woke up he was there, I didn’t instantly recognise him but he told me his name was Ransom Drysdale and that he was my fiancé” you continue, Andy felt his mouth go dry hearing the name of your captor for the first time.

“He said my name was Dorothy, or Dory, I guess that was some sick joke in the end” you mutter shaking your head, “he said we’d been in an argument and I stormed out, got into the accident as I was driving away from him” you continue before sighing deeply “he was so sweet and charming and looked so devastated that I was hurt that I trusted him, he kinda looked like you too,” you say looking over at Andy “so maybe that made me trust him too”

Andy glanced down for a second before forcing a reassuring smile back at you. He didn’t want you to know how sick he felt.

“He got the doctor to discharge me and he took me home to his house, that was when I had my first memory, of him standing at a bar, which just made me trust him more. He told me how we met, that it was at an event and he’d hit on me but I turned him down, which was true because I know now that I was dating Andy. But at the time I didn’t know that and he said he chased me and wore me down until I finally agreed” you explained, 

Andy could recall that night, you’d even pointed Ransom out to him when you told him he’d hit on you. You had laughed when Andy got all possessive and told him you’d never go for someone like Ransom. If he could Andy would go back in time and beat Ransom up, preventing all this from happening.

“He said because I didn’t remember him we could take things slow and rebuild the relationship, which is what we did. He introduced me to his family, took me out on a date to a fancy restaurant, and stood up for me when his family called me a gold-digging whore” you continue shaking your head.

Andy bit his lip as he looked down at the floor in disbelief. Ransom had convinced you of this sick lie, made you live in this fantasy he’d created. 

“We lived like any engaged couple would, he brought me the occasional present and looked after me when I felt sad and frustrated about my lack of memories” you sigh shaking your head “And he even convinced me to start planning our wedding, moving it forward to what would have been tomorrow under the guise that his grandfather was gravely ill, had I not seen the news and the press conference and remembered everything well almost everything, some things are still fuzzy” you admit, sniffling as you began to well up.

Andy squeezed your hand reassuringly, he’d hated every moment of that press conference, but knowing it was the trigger that brought you back brought him some peace.

“Ransom was out at the time, so I tried to leave before he got home but he arrived home just as I was running up the stairs to pack a bag” You recall “he knew straight away that I remembered, screamed at me that he was better, that I belonged with him. I tried to run away, running into the kitchen to go out the backdoor, but he caught me, dragging me by my hair. I managed to grab a knife but he grabbed my wrist, causing me to cut myself as he forced the knife out of my hands” you say gesturing to your leg “he then dragged me by my hair up the stairs and locked me in a closet, there was a small window that I managed to break and crawl out off, I fell onto the roof of the garage before jumping down onto solid ground. I then just ran, straight for the main road which is where I found Colin and he brought me to you guys” you say finishing your story.

Silence falls in the room with the exception of the detectives scribbling in their notebooks. You look over at Andy, with tears in your eyes, Andy just gives you a weak smile, kissing your knuckles softly.

“Thank you, that must not have been easy, we just have a few questions to help fill in some gaps if you don’t mind,” Elliot says “Take your time, but the more detail the better, we want to charge him for as much as possible”

“What charges are we looking at already?” Andy asks.

“Abduction, false imprisonment and assault” Elliot answers with a small nod.

Andy sighs nodding his head in understanding leaning back in his chair, thumb brushing over your knuckles to help calm him down. 

“What questions do you have?” You ask getting the conversation back on track.

Elliot gives you a small smile before he begins to ask all the questions he had. He asked you about Ransom and his family. What lies he told whenever you did remember something, like what he said about your parents. They asked for more detail about the date Ransom took you on and the people you met while under his control.

“Can you tell me where in the house the closet was that he locked you in?” Elliot asked.

“It-uh- it was upstairs, third door on the left,” you say your voice shaky.

“Okay, we’ll pass those detail onto CSI so they can pinpoint where in the house to look,” Elliot tells you before shifting in his seat “I just have one last question,” he says “Did you engage in sexual intercourse with Mr Drysdale?” He asks clearing his throat uncomfortably.

Andy practically froze. His heart hammering in his chest and his stomach turning making him feel physically sick. So sick he glanced to the side spotting a small bin just in case. You’d said that you had lived like an engaged couple with Ransom, but he hadn’t considered the possibility that you might have slept with him. Maybe he was trying to be blissfully ignorant of it, pretending it didn’t happen, that it wasn’t the reason you hesitated when he kissed you.

Glancing over at you he could see your lower lip wobbling as you looked down at your lap. The look of devastation and shame on your face already gave him your answer, he knew before you nodded and whispered a broken yes. 

“Okay, we’ll let you rest now, you’re statement and the evidence we’ll collect tonight will be enough to charge him, but we will need more to get a guilty conviction so we’ll be in touch as we make progress,” Elliot says quietly as he and Wagner stand up.

Andy gives them a small grateful nod as they go. You had pulled your hand from his to wipe away your tears, while Andy just ran a hand down his face staring at a spot on the floor as he tried to process everything he’d learnt. Part of him thought this might just be some sick twisted nightmare but it wasn’t. This was all real, everything had actually happened to you. Andy didn’t know whether to be angry or sad or both.

Looking over at you, you were already looking over at him tears streaming down your face “Please don’t hate me” you choked out shaking your head.

Andy felt his heart completely breaking, he hated that you could even think that “No” he whispered, his voice breaking “No I don’t hate you, I could never hate you,” he tells you reaching out to take your hand.

“If I’d known I’d never have gone through with it, let him touch me or- or-” you say stuttering over your words.

“I know, I know honey I know” Andy sighs lifting your hand to his lips “It's okay, we’ll get through this, we’ll make him pay” he promises. 

“So we’re good?” you ask uncertainty clear in your voice.

“Yeah we’re good, we’ll always be good” Andy promises, standing up so he could lean over and kiss you “You’re home now”

You wrap your arms around him tightly, burying your head into his chest “I’m home” you repeat “I’m home”

Andy held onto you tightly, rubbing your back soothingly, kissing the top of your head. He held back his own tears as he heard and felt yours. He didn’t let go until he heard your sobs subside, even then he only pulled back enough to see your exhausted face.

“Get some rest honey, you need it,” he says softly.

“Will you stay?” You ask looking up at him.

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise” Andy whispers kissing the top of your head “Now c’mon lie down”

You nod your head shuffling over so Andy could perch on the side of the bed. You snuggled into his side, something that made him smile softly since he missed this so much. It didn’t take long at all for you to fall asleep, holding onto his arm that he wrapped around you. Andy remained completely still and silent as you slept, only moving to kiss the top of your head.

About half an hour later Andy heard movement outside the room. Looking up he saw your mom and dad slowly opening the door. Your mom’s shaking hand moved to cup her mouth as she laid eyes on you, both your parents had tears of joy in their eyes.

Andy held up a finger to his lips, telling them to be quiet. While he knew you’d want to see your parents, especially after what Ransom had told you, he knew you needed the sleep more. Your parents nodded their heads in understanding, quietly slipping into the room.

‘Is she okay?’ Your mom mouthed to him.

Andy nods his head in answer, glancing down at you still deeply asleep. He looked back up at your parents and knew they’d be desperate to know what happened, so he nodded to the door mouthing ‘I’ll explain outside’

Your parents nodded their heads with grateful looks on their faces, quietly moving back out of the room. Once the door was shut he carefully slipped out from the bed, making sure not to wake you. He paused by the side of the bed to make sure you were still fast asleep before slipping out of the room.

As soon as he was outside your parents enveloped him in a tight hug he didn’t realise he needed.

“I’ll be quick because I don’t want her to wake up and I’m not there” he starts sniffling back his tears “but uh she got into a car accident and woke up with no memories, didn’t know who she was, this man Ransom Drysdale convinced her that he was her fiancé, why I don’t know, but she’s been living in this sick fantasy of his the past four months, she got all her memories back when she saw the press conference we did yesterday and he attacked her when she tried to escape” Andy explains breathing out a deep and shaky breath when he was done.

“Fucking hell” your dad mutters shaking his head “Have they caught this Drysdale guy?” 

“Yes and they’re questioning and will be charging him tonight” Andy confirms nodding his head.

“Good he better stay locked up because I swear to god if I ever see him” your mom growls, fists clenched.

Andy couldn’t stop the small smile that pulled at his lips “I’ll be right behind you” he says “We should probably head back in there before she wakes up”  

Your parents nod their heads in agreement, following him silently back into the room. He breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw you were still fast asleep, sitting down next to you, gently taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

You remained asleep for another couple of hours before slowly stirring. Your eyes met Andy’s first, a tired smile on your face before you looked over and saw your parents.

“Mom, Dad” you whimper in disbelief.

“Hey sweetpea, it's okay we’re here, you’re okay” your dad comforts you.

“I’m so happy to see you, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to scare you” you cry, clinging to your mom’s hand.

“It's okay you have nothing to apologise for, we’re just happy you’re home” your mom reassures you, kissing your forehead.

“I missed you so much” you mutter shaking your head.

“We missed you too sweetpea, so so much” your dad says softly.

The hospital let Andy and your parents stay longer than the usual visiting hours but eventually, he had to leave. He promised you that he be back as soon as visiting hours started the next day as he left. 

The police had put your parents up at a local hotel which Andy was grateful for. They asked him if he’d rather they stayed with him but Andy politely declined. He had a lot to process and he wanted to do that alone. 

The first place Andy went when he got home was upstairs to the bedroom. He tossed his suit jacket on the bed as he walked into the closet a clear goal in mind. Moving into the furthest corner of the closet he opened his sock drawer, pushing everything aside before he found what he was looking for. 

He let out a small but shaky sigh when he saw the small navy velvet box. His hand was shaking when he reached out to grab it, he hadn’t touched or looked at this box in the past 4 months, it had been far too painful. He wasn’t sure if now was any easier, the irony painfully clear to him.

His hand shook as he reached out to grab the box, opening it to reveal the engagement ring it held. One that he’d spent months trying to find, to make sure it was perfect, that it was perfectly you. The weekend you disappeared was the one he was going to propose. 

He’d had everything perfectly planned, he was going to drive up to Vermont to meet you and your parents. He’d take you out on your favourite hiking trail, the one you’d taken him on when he first met your parents. He’d wait until you reached your favourite spot, a large pine tree that had stood for centuries before he’d get down on one knee and promise to love you for centuries.

But he never got the chance. The evening you left he’d gotten a call from your mom asking if he knew where you were. Instead of getting ready for what should have been the happiest day of his life so far, he was consumed by worry as you were reported missing.

He closed the box with a loud snap, shoving it back deep into the drawer before slamming it shut. His body was shaking was restless energy as he made his way back downstairs.

Walking into the kitchen Andy poured himself a large glass of scotch before grabbing his laptop. He knew it was a bad idea but he needed to know every he could about Ransom Drysdale, he wanted to find anything he could that could help send him down for life.

Just typing the name into Google Andy found a wealth of articles on Drysdale and his family. He found tabloid articles about Ransom and party and drug-filled college days. He found news pieces about his parents and his grandfather’s publishing house.

It was clear to Andy that the Thrombey Drysdale family was one that didn’t care about anyone besides themselves. That if they threw enough money at a problem that it would just go away.

Andy was not going to be a problem that would go away. He would do anything he could to tear this family down and make them pay for what they did to you, what they let Ransom do to you.

Near the bottom of the second search page, Andy found a news article that caught his eye. It was an article from just over a year ago, one about Harlan Thombey's new apprentice. 

The more Andy read the more his blood began to boil. The article was a clear attempt at building a good reputation for Ransom as he began working with his grandfather, the both of them working on a book together. If Andy had to guess he’d say that Ransom probably slept with the reporter too. There was no shortage of compliments, the article calling him Boston’s most eligible bachelor.

Andy took a large swig of his drink glancing to the side where he saw a picture of you and him on the wall. You were taking a photo of the two of you while on a hike with your parents, your smile wide as Andy kissed your cheek. He let out a long sigh remembering that day, you’d been so happy, he could still hear your laughter.

Looking back at his laptop his eyes landed on all the complimentary words the reporter had used to describe Ransom. He couldn’t look at it any longer, slamming his laptop shut he began pacing back and forth, tumbler in hand.

He was a mess and he knew it. He knew he should just go to bed, it had been a long and emotional day, and he wasn’t going to be in a good state of mind. But he couldn’t stop himself from his pacing. His mind ran at a similar rate. 

He began to run through everything he had learnt today, still trying to make sense of it all. Trying to understand how and why Ransom did what he did, why he had picked you. Sipping at his scotch as he paced he began to focus on the details, trying to use his skills as ADA to piece together the story, what they could use in the case against Drysdale.

But his brain refused to focus on the details he needed, instead they focused on the details that he wished he could forget. The ones about how Ransom treated you, looked after you, fought in your corner, loved you. Andy tried to tell himself it was all part of the rouse, that it meant nothing. But to you, with no memories, it had been real.

What if Ransom treated you better than Andy did? What if Ransom could provide for you in a way Andy never could? Andy could spend weeks head deep In a case, you told him that it didn’t bother you, but what if it did? What if having someone like Ransom who would be home at the same time every day was better for you? What if Ransom was a better lover?

Anger got the better of Andy. He growled in rage throwing his tumbler of scotch at the wall, narrowly missing the photo of you and him. The glass instantly shattered with a loud crash, scotch dripping down the wall to the floor. Andy’s chest heaving with rage, as he stared at the mess he made, his gaze flickering to the photo.

No. 

Andy couldn’t think like this. He knew the answer to all those questions. Ransom was a sick individual who hurt and trick you, there was no way you would ever pick him over Andy. Yes Andy had his flaws but the loved you shared was true, built on truths not lies. 

All his anger left his body as he slumped down, his knees completely giving out as he sunk to the floor. He held his head in his hands as sobs racked his body. Months of pain finally broke free in one failed sweep. He had you back, but nothing was ever going to be the same. He could only pray that you’d get through this together because Andy knew he couldn’t survive without you.

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[bonkwosher]

Benoit Blanc x Assistant!Reader ~ Reader Gets Hurt

GIF by: h-yuki

Warnings: Blood, Gun, Reader is shot

A/N: I'm still new to writing in third person but thought I'd give it a shot.

The one moment he stepped away from you. Benoit walked across the room to grab some evidence that sat on the table during his big rant about how the suspect was truly the killer.

"& if you look here, Tropper Wagner, this piece-"

A click makes Benoit freeze, he knew that click from the many times he'd been in proximity of cops & a dangerous suspect. It was the cocking of a gun. The fear was not as much for himself as it was for you, alone on the other side of the room, next to the killer.

"It would be best if you stopped talking, Mr. Blanc," Johnathan, the suspect, spoke with a smirk.

Benoit raised his hands above his head & turned to see the gun that rested in Johnathan's hand was pointed at him. A mental sigh went through his mind as he realized you were safe. Yeah, you were supposed to be just an assistant but he had already grown to have feelings for you.

"Now, Johnathan. I don't think you really want this, there's two officers behind me. You can't kill all three of us before one of them kills you."

You eyed the gun quietly, thinking Benoit was making a distraction so you could jump the man. Little did you know, that was the last thing he wanted you to do.

"I've killed four people already, what's three more?" Johnathan spoke before turning to you, "Don't think I've forgotten about you either, sweetheart."

Benoit took a step forward & was met with the gun racing back to face him. He was not going to be able to do anything. As Johnathan ranted about how he killed his previous victims, affirming everything you & Blanc had uncovered, you took a step behind him. He didn't notice. Another step. He continued ranting. Benoit didn't bother to glance at you, afraid it would get you caught, only acknowledging you in his peripheral vision.

'Please don't, Y/N,' Benoit pleaded in his mind.

You lunged at Johnathan & pushed the gun to the ground, a bullet pierced the floor as the trigger was pulled. You had successfully caught him off guard. You tackled Johnathan to the floor, landing on top of him & struggling to hold the firearm down. Benoit wanted to run to you but Trooper Wagner was holding him back to keep him out of shooting range.

"Let me go- I need to help him!"

"Benoit, you can't. Johnathan could break free & shoot you!"

"What about Y/N?!"

At that moment a couple shots fired going into the wall behind you. You slammed your fist down onto Johnathan's wrist & he yelled in pain, letting go of the gun. You slide it across the room & turned to the officers that were holding Benoit back, "Lieutenant, I need some handcuffs over here!"

Lieutenant Elliot ran to you & restrained Johnathan. You stood up, proud of yourself for protecting everyone & walking up to Benoit. He grabbed your arms tightly & you could see pure fear in his eyes.

"Are you hurt? I can't believe you did that, I would never insult you but that action was incredibly stupid!"

The rambling felt distant & you sort of mindlessly stared at Benoit's coat. You noticed him looking down then back up at you before feeling really dizzy. Within seconds your legs felt weak & you fell into Benoit's arms.

"Oh lord. Stay with me, Y/N. Trooper Wagner, Y/N was shot get a first aid kit now!"

Trooper Wagner darted out of the room & Benoit pulled you down to the floor with him. His hand quickly moved to your hip, covering a bullet wound you must have missed in the heat of the moment. As Benoit applied pressure to the wound, you finally felt the pain. Benoit shushed you quietly as you winced & apologized over & over. Trooper Wagner returned with the first aid kit & help Benoit pull out the bandages.

"Call an ambulance & get the suspect in custody with Elliot, I'll take care of Y/N," Benoit attempted to sound calm in effort to not scare you with his own fear.

As soon as Trooper Wagner, Elliot, & Johnathan left the room his hands became a little shakey. He lifted your shirt & replaced his hand with a bandage & applied one to the exit wound before wrapping your stomach with bandage wrap.

"Are you feeling alright? I shouldn't have let you do that, I shouldn't have let you come here. I just-"

"Benoit, it's okay. I chose to protect you."

"I'm thankful for that but I didn't want you to get hurt. This is my fault for-"

You grabbed Benoit's tie pulling him down to your level. You stopped when your noses were about to touch. Benoit let out a shakey, heavy sigh.

"Y/N, I- Do you-"

"Yes."

Benoit placed his hand on the small of your back & pulled you up to meet his lips. Sirens could now be heard getting close outside. Benoit now knew you'd be safe & his hands began to shake less. From this day forward, though, you will be babied so much more on cases.

Bonus:

Benoit walked out of the hospital room to see Trooper Wagner & Lieutenant Elliot waiting to hear if you were okay.

"Y/N's fine, I hate this stupid state."

"What?" Trooper Wagner asked, 'get well soon' flowers in hand.

"First Ransom almost kills Marta, now this? I swear I'm never coming back here."

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The Child of the Great Detective

Claire Blanc is the 15 year old daughter of the great Benoit Blanc.

He was recently hired to solve the murder of Harlan Thrombey, a brilliant writer of murder mysteries. His family had learned of his death the morning after his birthday.

" Dad?" Claire asked her father.

" Yes my darling?" Benoit answered his daughter.

" What do you think happened?" Claire asked.

" I don't no my darlin," He answered.

They eventually got to the Thrombey house. It towered over the trees. The house, smaller than the Winchester Manor, had large rooms. There were two German Shepherds running outside, who came running to her.

" Hi guys," Claire said bending down to pet them.

Trooper Wagner and Detective Lieutenant Elliot were waiting outside for the funeral to end.

" You must be Benoit Blanc?" Trooper Wagner asked.

" I'm am," Benoit said.

The men shook hands and they saw Claire still petting the German Shepherds.

" Who's she?" Detective Lieutenant Elliot asked.

" My daughter Claire."

They both nodded. Meanwhile Claire was on the ground while the dogs were licking her face, she was giggling.

An hour later the family started to arrive.

Benoit had walked into the house with Claire behind him.

" Now darlin. I want to stay by my side, don't talk to anyone."

" Yes father."

The four of them where in the library. Detective Lieutenant Elliot and Trooper Wagner were interviewing the family members one by one.

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Two hours later Harlan Thrombey's nurse, Marta Cabrera arrived to the house.

Claire was in the hallway piecing the timeline together in her head.

" Hi, who are you?" Marta asked the young girl.

" Oh, Claire Blanc. You must be Marta Cabrera?" Claire asked.

" I am," She said.

" My father and the detectives are outside going over the timeline," Claire said.

Marta went over to the window and sat down, listening to what they had to say.

Her father peaked inside the window and saw Marta.

" Please come outside," Benoit said, opening the door for her.

She nodded and Claire followed behind her.

" Now Marta, we were discussing possible motives in the family. I suspect that Harlan has told you much unfiltered truth about each of them and a little bird has told me-how should I put this delicately, you have a regurgitan reaction to miss Troodon."

" Who told you that?"

" Is it true?"

" Yes. It's something I've had since I was a kid, it's a physical thing that I just the thought of lying, yeah, it makes me puke."

" Really? Is Richard having an affair?"

( Flashback )

" While your men instinctively full of loose threads on their parachutes?" Harlan Thrombey asked.

" What?" Marta asked.

Harlan showed her a picture of Richard with a woman, kissing each other.

( End of Flashback )

" Richard?" Marta asked.

Benoit nodded his head.

" An affair?"

" Yeah, a yes or no will do."

" No," Marta says.

Immediately Marta's stomach grumbles

" Oh no," Detective Lieutenant Elliot says as Marta throws up in a pot on the table.

" Whoa here girl I'm sorry I feel you was speaking figuratively."

Detective Lieutenant Elliot hands her a glass of water while Benoit hands her his breast pocket napkin. Marta took them both.

Benoit starts to talk to both of the men why Marta walks to the door.

" Now hang on Miss Cabrera," Benoit began to say.

" I'm just going to get some scope,' Marta say.

Benoit had asked hr another question and Marta gagged again.

" You don't have to answer that."

A couple of seconds later she went back inside and Claire stood next to her dad.

( P.S- I dont own Knives Out, I just own Claire Blanc.)

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