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mysterious-moonstruck-musings · 2 months

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Destiny & Deliverance: Epilogue

Destiny & Deliverance Masterlist ||| Main Masterlist Dieter Bravo X OFC (Natalia)

Series Rating: Explicit (18+) Word Count: 3.6k

Series Summary: Natalia Cohen is experiencing major life changes, beginning with leaving an emotionally abusive husband. She is learning how to navigate life on her own while dealing with the resulting mental health struggles. Just when she has settled into her new normal, she meets a handsome stranger on a work trip. He turns out to be a well-known actor with a heart-breaking past named Dieter Bravo. They quickly develop a connection that will forever alter their lives.

Warnings: Themes dealing with mental health, emotional trauma, drug use, alcohol abuse, and discussions about suicide. There will be fluff, tears, spicy language, and smut. This will be a slow burn type of story. Read at your own risk.

Chapter Quote: “No. No…you’re the reason conditions exist for this."

Five Years Later

I could feel Dieter’s lips lightly grazing up the back of my neck as he pulled me tightly against his chest. I glanced up at the clock on the nightstand through squinty eyes and groaned at the early morning hour.

Dieter nuzzled his face next to my ear, “Come on baby, we need to get up. Everyone will be here soon.”

I scoffed and pulled a pillow to cover my face, “Soon? We still have a few more hours.”

He whined, “Oh come on…I wanna take advantage of our alone time while we still have it.”

Sliding the pillow from my face, I turned to arch a brow at him, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…we never have time to ourselves.”

He kissed down the side of my neck, moving to hover over me as I settled on my back. His lips met mine briefly before murmuring between gentle kisses, “Shhh, don’t jinx it. We’ve got at least an hour before all hell breaks loose.” Just as his hand began to make its way down my body, there was a crash from downstairs followed by a loud commotion. We both groaned as his forehead dropped to mine. He chuckled, “Aaannd there goes the gate…I’m blaming you for this. You spoke it into existence.”

I shook my head and smirked up at him, “No. No…you’re the reason conditions exist for this. It’s your fault, so I’ll let you go deal with it while I sleep in. Also, you owe me now…and I’m charging tax.”

Dieter feigned a look of shock, “Geez…such a steep price for withholding sexual gratification…” He rubbed his nose against mine, smiling, “I’ll happily pay it tenfold first chance I get, mi amor (my love).”

He leaned down for one last kiss, lingering for a moment as I scratched at the gray patches in his beard. He finally moved to get up and quickly threw on a pair of boxer briefs and gym shorts. As soon as he opened the bedroom door, Moony raced in and jumped on the bed to attack me with kisses. Dieter paused in the doorway, laughing at my grumbles and attempts to get Moony to settle down so I could go back to sleep. Just as Moony started to calm, we heard a small voice from downstairs yell, “Molly is in the pantry again and I can’t get her out!”

Dieter’s head dropped and his shoulders slumped. It was my turn to laugh at him now, “You wanted to take care of the baby goat, so you deal with it.”

He sighed, “I think I need to install one of those permanent gates. The tension gate is clearly not working.”

My eyes widened as I snorted out, “Ya think?”

We were interrupted by the disembodied voice from downstairs again, “There’s dog shit on the rug too.”

Dieter stuck his head out into the hallway, “Luca, I told you, don’t say that word. I’m coming...”

“False alarm…I think it’s vomit,” Luca yelled back, ignoring the minor admonishment for his language.

I placed my hand over my mouth to stifle the laughter that was threatening to burst out. Dieter looked at me, shaking his head before turning to go downstairs, muttering something about “a fucking circus” as he went. I sat up in bed, pulling Moony into my lap for a snuggle just as I heard Dieter hiss out a loud “Fuck” followed by Luca saying matter-of-factly, “THAT pile was definitely dog shit.”

I chuckled, hugging Moony closer, “Did you do that, mister? No? I’m sure it was one of the others…”

Several minutes of silence passed before I heard quiet giggles from Dieter and Luca drifting up the staircase. I moved to the bathroom to get ready for the day, thinking there was no telling what they were up to.

Luca had only been with us for sixteen months, but he was already a mini clone of Dieter. He unexpectedly came into our lives with a phone call from one of our close contacts at CDSS, Amber, asking us to take him on as an emergency foster. Luca’s mother had sadly passed after an intentional overdose and CDSS was still working to locate other family members to place him with.

Luca had been attending an after-school mentoring program which was funded by our three-year-old foundation that provided support to families who had experienced trauma. Luca’s dad had passed a couple years prior in a car accident, which qualified him for assistance and trauma support. Dieter was very active in the mentoring program and was matched with Luca early on. As a result, they had built a pretty solid relationship before Luca came to stay with us. It was only meant to be temporary until his relatives could be found, but they never found anyone willing or able to take him in.

Dieter and I had discussed adopting after being unsuccessful in having our own children. I had reservations, of course, but my worries soon disappeared the day we went to the CDSS offices to collect Luca from their custody. Up until that point, I had only seen Luca in passing while rushing between meetings - not really having a proper introduction. Dieter talked about him frequently, often voicing concern about the boy’s home life as they began to spend more time together. I knew Dieter had grown to care about Luca, so I wasn’t completely shocked when he busted into one of my Monday morning meetings asking to speak with me in private about the call he had received from Amber.

As I watched Luca through the glass window at the CDSS offices, seeing his dark curls and sad chocolate-colored eyes caused something stir inside of me that I wasn’t expecting. Dieter didn’t hesitate to enter the room, immediately scooping Luca up into a tight hug. I watched the two of them together as Amber filled me in on what happened and was quick to mention that Luca had been asking for Dieter specifically since he arrived. The six-year-old had clearly bonded with Dieter more than either of us had realized, which is why Amber called Dieter first thing that morning once they knew an emergency foster would be needed.

Dieter and I knew early on that we wanted to adopt Luca if they were unable to find any relatives that would take him. We did have some concerns if the adoption would be approved given our mental health history, even though we had both been doing well for years now. However, Amber assured us that proper paperwork from the doctor would make that a non-issue since it was an in-state adoption. After eleven months of jumping through all the hoops, Luca, now 8 years old, was legally ours. Once things were official, we headed to Sonoma to enjoy the remainder of the summer weather and for much needed family time after the stress of going through the adoption approval process.

The rest of the family was due to arrive, planning to spend a few days with us to celebrate. They were all just as excited as we were about the adoption. They had quickly accepted Luca into the fold without hesitation from the start and were happy that he would be staying with us.

When I emerged from the bathroom, I could hear additional voices added to the mix downstairs. It sounded like Lauren and Alex had arrived earlier than expected. As I moved to pull a tank top from the chest of drawers, I realized our journal was sitting open on the top of it. There was a new entry from last night scribbled in Dieter’s messy script.

“Mi Vida (my life), I love going to bed every night with my arms wrapped around my guiding star and waking up every morning realizing my dreams are real. Everything is better with you. I’m still falling… Something else to note, I seem to have an insatiable sexual appetite for you, but that’s an entry for another day. Don’t judge me...”

I snorted at Dieter’s ability to mix sappy romantic language with his dirty thoughts. It never failed to make me laugh. Once I managed to stifle my giggles and finish getting dressed, I quickly made my way down to greet my best friend, and now sister-in-law, with a hug. Luca and Alex were chatting away about a book while Dieter pulled supplies out of the refrigerator to make breakfast. It appeared that Dieter had raided the laundry room since I saw him last. He had added a t-shirt and a pair of my fuzzy socks to wear with his “house crocs”. I briefly wondered if this was what he and Luca had been giggling about earlier.

As we sat around the island chatting, Molly jumped the gate that was meant to block her from getting out of the “dog’s room” and came running through the kitchen. Lauren had to do a double take as the goat ran past, “Was that a fucking goat in pajamas?”

Dieter snickered behind us from the stove as Luca ran after her.

“Yes, that’s a fucking goat in pajamas. Dieter offered to take care of her because she was rejected by her mother. She’s going back to the farm up the road once she’s old enough. She's a menace.”

Lauren shook her head with a smirk on her face. She knew this had been a thing for a while. I rolled my eyes as I watched Dieter stuff an empty package into the already full trash can, “Luca, would you mind emptying the trash, please?”

Luca shooed Molly away from the pantry as he shut the accordion door and moved to bag up the trash. Dieter mumbled a quick, “Gracias, hombrecito,” (Thank you, little man) to Luca just as an empty cheese package fell from the bag. Moony snatched it and ran within seconds of it hitting the floor. Luca’s head dropped and his shoulders slumped as he watched Moony streak through the kitchen muttering “Mierda” (Shit) as he shuffled off in the direction the dog ran. Everyone’s eyes widened at his chosen language. I couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out before I spoke up, “Luca, we told you to stop saying that word. That means the Spanish version too, bud.”

He paused in the doorway and turned to look at me, “Lo siento, mamá (I’m sorry, mama) …but that means you shouldn’t say it either. It’s only fair.” He shrugged, then skipped off after Moony without another word.

I turned to Dieter with an accusatory look, “I wonder where he learned that from...I swear he’s a miniature version of you already.”

Dieter’s eyes widened as he stuck a spoon in his mouth and shrugged, turning away to busy himself with whatever he was cooking. After pulling the spoon out of his mouth he muttered, “Maybe, but he gets that sassy mouth from you.” I narrowed my eyes at him as Lauren leaned toward me and quietly asked, “So he’s calling you mom now?”

I smiled, suddenly feeling that same rush of adrenaline I felt the first time Luca had said it a couple weeks prior, “Yeah, as soon as we got to the car after everything was finalized, he asked if he was allowed to call us mom and dad now. We all had to take a minute to cry and hug in the parking lot.”

“He seems like he’s adjusted well. Has he said anything about his birth parents?” Lauren asked in a low voice.

Dieter set a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast down in front of her, “We encourage him to, but he hasn’t said much other than he’s happier with us. He makes small comments here and there but nothing major. It seems like he wasn’t in a good situation. We’ve thought about taking him in for a few sessions with Dr. Rosenberg when she feels like he’s ready.”

Lauren gave Dieter a sad look and sighed as Alex came back from putting the goat up. He washed his hands, then sat down beside her, just in time to get his own plate of food. Alex looked up at me, “He’s a good kid...and he couldn’t have been put with anyone better equipped to help him through it than you guys. He’ll be fine. Hell, he’s already speaking Spanish better than Talia. He’s probably gonna be negotiating contracts before he graduates high school.”

I scoffed as everyone laughed, “Thanks for pointing that out…jerk.”

Alex wasn’t wrong though; the kid was ridiculously smart and loved learning. He was constantly reading and watching educational shows on tv. He preferred that over cartoons.

Dieter turned to set a plate down in front of me and another next to me for Luca just as he came stomping back through the kitchen with the cheese packaging in his hand. Dieter quickly pulled the trash bag out and tied it shut, telling Luca to wash his hands and eat. I watched as Luca stretched up on his tiptoes against the sink, attempting to get to the soap dispenser, but it was just out of his reach. Without a word, Dieter turned to grab the soap and squirted some into Luca’s chubby little hands and turned the water on for him. Luca smiled up at Dieter in thanks as he ruffled Luca's messy curls, kissing him on the top of the head before moving to take the trash out. It was little moments like this that made my stomach flutter and my heart happy.

Luca sat next to me, chatting away about the dinosaur book he had just finished reading as Dieter came back inside and washed his hands before quickly making his own plate of food. Dieter stood next to the island with a full plate in hand as he ate since we were a seat short. He paused briefly, watching me smear fruit spread on my toast with a smirk on his face. When I was finished, his eyes caught mine just as I stuck the spoon in my mouth to suck the remnants of the sweet buttery treat off of it. I smirked around the piece of silverware and raised a suggestive eyebrow in his direction. Dieter’s teeth sunk into his bottom lip as he watched me slowly remove the spoon from my mouth and smile at him.

When Dieter and I finally broke eye contact, we realized Lauren and Alex were staring at us with an amused expression on their faces. Luca was still chatting away, completely oblivious as he poked at his eggs. Lauren shook her head at us, turning her attention back to Luca to ask him a silly question about something he had said. Lauren and Alex were used to our constant ridiculousness by now, so they were not shocked with our overt flirting.

Once Luca seemed to be satisfied with his fact sharing, Alex asked me how things were going with the vineyard since I had left my consulting job to oversee the operations here in addition to running the foundation. I paused mid bite to fill him in on the details, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by it all.

“It’s going amazing actually…Dieter and I agreed to let the contracts with the wineries expire to get out of the alcohol business…aside from the one that’s been a partner from the beginning. We do have several new contracts lined up with some major food companies to make juice and other things. We’ve talked about growing a few different types of grapes to expand on that more since we’re putting a lot of the profits toward funding the foundation. Everything has started expanding so quickly, it’s crazy.”

Dieter set his plate down as he moved to refill his glass, “Yeah, and we’ve thought about setting up private tours and doing events, horse riding and equine therapy, there are SOOO many possibilities. We have so much unused space, we should really take advantage of it. I have a million ideas that I’m trying to sort through. We have this amazing asset so we might as well use it for something good, ya know?”

I swallowed down the bite of bacon I had been working on, “And we’ve been so lucky to have Mateo and Jose too. We’ve managed to build a good team that we trust enough to run the place while we’re in LA. They’ve been completely onboard with everything and are excited about the plans moving forward.”

Alex smiled, “Wow, that’s awesome. I never would have guessed you guys would take all this on, but it really is amazing what you’re doing. Truly. I’m happy this place is being used for something good.”

Dieter smiled back at his brother, “I appreciate that, hermano (brother) …and please know I still consider this place to be our family home. You're welcome here anytime, no matter if we’re here or not. I don’t want you to feel like it’s not yours anymore.”

Alex patted his brother on the shoulder, “I know that…you know…I think mom would be proud of everything you’re doing with your life and this place…and how everything has worked out for all of us.”

Dieter gave him a sad smile, “Yeah, I think so too.”

Lauren spoke up then, “What’s this you mentioned about opening a trauma facility or something?”

I chuckled, “Oh yeah, that’s something we’re looking into. It’s more like a nonprofit community and resource center...with specialty services in family counseling and mental health treatment for the low-income population. It’s in the planning stages, but we really want something small scale that takes more of a holistic approach to treating the family unit. There isn’t really anything like that in LA. Dr. Rosenberg is on board with it so that’s been really helpful. If it happens and goes well, we plan to open additional locations.”

Lauren’s eyes widened, “Geez, you guys are going for it. Dieter, are you still planning to do movies then? I don’t know how you’ll have the time!”

Dieter shrugged, “It’s not really my top priority anymore. I’ve been taking on smaller things lately. I think I may focus more on the behind-the-scenes stuff…like writing or producing. I’ve also considered giving theater another go…but I think my heart is more into the work we’re doing with the foundation at this point. All that other stuff, I just look at it as a means to further what we’re doing with mental health awareness. It IS a good way to spread the word and stay relevant to get the message out though.”

Lauren nodded, “Makes sense.”

By this point, we were all finished with our breakfast. Luca announced that it was time to take the dogs and the goat out and excused himself. A few minutes later, Moony, Molly, and our three foster dogs clamored down the hallway toward the back door to go outside. They were following behind Luca, who was now wearing his own pair of crocs. Once the door closed behind them leaving us with silence, Dieter again muttered, “Fucking circus,” under his breath as he moved to put everyone’s dishes away. We all burst out laughing at his declaration considering he was the one who had created it.

After Dieter finished putting the dishes away, he asked me if I knew where Daisy was since she hadn’t followed the crowd out. Daisy was our elderly foster dachshund that preferred peace and quiet. Dieter went off to find her, returning minutes later with Daisy in his arms to interrupt our conversation so he could ask me if I wanted to stroke his wiener. Lauren nearly choked on the water she was drinking as Alex snorted in laughter. I sighed, shaking my head at him, “What are you, like twelve?”

Dieter chuckled as he leaned in to give me a quick kiss on the cheek, “Sometimes…I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” I continued shaking my head at him as I gave Daisy a quick scritch behind the ears. The four of us moved outdoors after that to keep an eye on Luca and the small herd of animals. A short time later, we were joined by Gabby, Shaun, and their three kids. They had stopped for pancakes on the drive up, so the kids were ready to run off their sugar high as soon as they got there - which worked out well for the young foster pups as they chased the kids around the yard.

I sat in silence, snuggling Daisy in my arms as I listened to Gabby and Lauren catch up with each other next to me. I was intently watching Dieter and Luca playing with Moony while everyone else ran amuck around them. As Luca stood watching Moony tear off after the ball Dieter had just thrown across the yard, Dieter snuck up behind him. He grabbed Luca around the middle, lifting him off the ground, and buried his face into the boy's neck. Dieter began placing obnoxious kisses onto Luca’s cheek while he squealed in delight and struggled to get away from his papá.

Our lives had changed so much in the past five years, in very unexpected ways. Our work was now more fulfilling and having a major impact on others in ways that we never could have imagined. From all the darkness we had experienced, a guiding light emerged and it’s what led Luca to us.

Luca had been the last missing piece to our very complicated puzzle, healing the tiny bit of our hearts that we hadn’t even realized was festering underneath the happiness after things didn’t go as we hoped for our little family. Now I could only hope that we could do the same for Luca.

The End (Sort of...)💜

Luca’s Adoption Story - a one shot coming May 2024 for Foster Care Awareness Month & Mental Health Awareness Month.

A/N: And there we have it, folks. We have finally reached the happily ever after for these two. How are we feeling about things? Is this where you saw the future going for them? Was any of it unexpected? It's not truly the end for these two. We still have the companion serious, The Light in the Darkness, to look forward to. Also, as you can see, I plan to do a one shot detailing the events of Luca's adoption from Dieter and Talia's POV. I had planned to go into the details in the Epilogue, but I felt it was messing with the flow. So, instead, I kept it short, and we will get the more detailed version for Foster Care Awareness Month & Mental Health Awareness Month. 👉Since we have reached the end, I thought it might be fun to open my asks to your burning questions about this fic. Are you curious about inspiration for something? Do you want more details on a specific plot point? Seriously, ask me anything. No question is off the table. Or, if you just want to share your thoughts, you can do that to. If you would like to follow along on the asks/responses, you can view those as they post HERE. 👉Just a reminder...Next week the first chapter of Closed Position is dropping. Dancing Dieter is finally here, y'all! 🕺 I posted a Meet the Characters intro bit this morning that you might want to check out. 😉 Thank you all for sticking with me on this crazy ride and for all the support. I've enjoyed getting to know you all through your comments and reblogs. I've loved hearing your thoughts and personal stories. They kept me going when I hit the ole writing rut. And that's it. That's all I have. 💜Mysty

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 4 months

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Random Escaped Audios character headcanons (semi domestic... Idk?)

Escaped and Jean sleep with socks on, a habit they picked up in prison.

Escaped also sleeps with the mask on sometimes. And only in his boxers... And socks. Sexy. Seductive, even. 😂

Jean sleeps in whatever he wore that day minus the pants. Crinkled dress shirts all the way. (if he even gets sleep that is) On really bad days, before the intern, he just threw on pants the next day and was ready to go. (yes he did shower... But he put his old clothes back on)

Precious baby boy Ivan (actually adorable dilf... ESCAPED NO YOU DID NOT SEE THAT!!!😳) sleeps in matching pyjama sets and even got some for Raven and Paloma so they all three can match! of course the pj's are bird themed!

Now that I'm on a "what they wear to bed" trip... Alphonso does the classic t-shirt and boxers combo, jogging pants if he's cold. Plus a hoodie if he's really cold. Which is rare. Or... Well... His slayer uniform.

Benji does the t-shirt boxer combo too. All year. He mostly wears his old college (or band👀) tees to sleep.

You cannot convince me Crow "i don't have use for t-shirts" doesn't (didn't 😢) sleep butt ass naked. Either that or fully... Clothed? As clothed as he is. Leather harness shoulder bracer and all. There's no in between.

Enough of the sleep hc's... 🙈 Onto the random stuff

Nap dates with Jean!

Escaped has a sweet tooth. Also LOVES home cooked meals. After all the junk in prison, he loves the times in between where he gets to eat real food. If he could choose between take out or home cooked it's home cooked all the way. (one of the goons is a fantastic cook)

He misses his mom's food, though.

Escaped does finger guns all. The fucking. Time. Like...🧍‍♂️... 👉👉...🧍‍♂️

Alsoooo... Escaped and spiderman kisses!

I have many feelings about our slutty villain soo... He's a cuddler. Big time. Won't admit it, but likes being the little spoon (kinda mentioned in the audio). Will also lie on top of you if he catches you lying around, and put his head on your tiddies or tummy.

Crow has one of those photo calendars on his desk. It's with cats. Doesn't use it for calendar stuff... Only has it for the pictures. Gets new ones every year but keeps the old ones in a drawer in his desk.

Benji, our precious marine biologist (yes shh i know it's not exactly his job), is the same but with sea animals.

Also... Benji makes mixtapes. Not just early into the relationship, but also after he got married. It's his anniversary gift. Literally spends all year compiling a playlist, and a movie watchlist for datenights!

Picnic beach dates with Benji!

And forest or bird watching dates with Ivan (birbs☺️)

Also 100% convinced Ivan manages to befriend the crows he's feeding & playing with and they bring him gifts in return.

Jean likes his hair to be played with. (shout out to @stupd000 for saying he likes having his hair pulled🙈)

He also learns more songs on the ukulele and he and the intern sing together. Not very well, but it's cute. When the singing gets too bad, one would just kiss the other to shut them up.

Alphonso keeps souvenirs of the places he visits on hunts and keeps them in his room at the slayers' stronghold when he's there.

Jean is a bit jittery from all the coffee he drinks. Goes through withdrawl after escaping the mafia. But now he's down to the normal amount of coffee for a day (like... 2-4 cups a day)

Ivan will come and wrap his arms around your waist and rest his head on your (Raven's) shoulder while you two cook together. Will steal bits of food, too.

Ivan does wood carvings sometimes. He carved a little raven for Raven. Paloma painted it hot pink, she's very proud of it!

Once at safety, Jean adopts a stray dog... which turn into three.

Ivan will totally bring home injured animals (especially, ofc, birds) and nurse them back to health.

Okay I think that's all I can come up with for now

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ilovemyboxers2 · 9 months

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The Ultimate Guide to Socializing Your Boxer Puppy

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ilylovelyz · 11 months

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megumi fatherly headcannons

i absolutely love megumi, he's perhaps my most favorite anime character out of any anime <3 and whats better than imagining a fictional character as a father?

is absolutely protective of you during your pregnancy

he doesnt even mean to

it's just an instinct that he has that he doesnt even know he's acting on

looking at you throughout your pregnancy is a stress reliever for him

just looking at you so lovingly with soft eyes

he cannot help but be afraid and guilty for your health

absolutely is nervous if you come down with a cold

towards the end of your pregnancy, he would just lay down with you, cuddle with you on the couch or bed while watching tv and ordering takeout for you

he would just have his head in ur neck and hair, sniffing your sweet scent, fingers twirling and playing with your hair or rubbing your bump with fleeting touches

absolutely loved it when you began to wear his clothes because yours didnt fit you anymore

he would offer u his boxers? would feel prideful when you would wear them 😭

at night, while you slept next to him, he was constantly on edge

he felt the need to watch you as you sleep, just in case

when his paranoia was at it's peak, he would even summon his dogs just as an extra precaution or so he could sleep

when you gave birth, he was there every step of the process

no matter how much it hurt, even if you broke his hand or something, he was holding your hand throughout the entire thing

pressing sweet kisses onto your sweaty forehead, telling you that you were doing so wonderful and that he loves you so much

when the baby is born, he softly kissed you, a relieving sigh leaving his lips

ofc his baby is a girl

i see him being a girl dad

he's a bit disappointed when your daughter looks like him, he doesnt want his daughter to inhabit any of his details because he doesn't want his daughter to end up like a "bastard" like him

your daughter is absolutely beautiful tho, has beautiful hazel eyes that megumi often praises

doesn't let you take on night shifts, says that he's always gonna be up at night anyways so he can just take care of the baby and let you sleep

it's what you deserve after all, you carried his child for 9 months and went thru horrible labor

absolutely was carried to hold her but after a while, all he wanted to do was hold her and cuddle with her

she was always ALWAYS snuggled up because megumi was worried she would get cold 😭

absolutely takes pictures of you and your baby

will find himself smiling at those photos

he has a polaroid of you and the baby in his wallet

your daughter is absolutely a daddy's girl and will always laugh with him

shes more on the giggly side, much to his relief

i feel like he would have two daughters

he would act all annoyed with his daughter's sassy attitudes but in reality he wouldnt want it any different

i feel like after a while he would develop a little sassy attitude like them 😭🌚

he doesnt spoil them too much but when it's needed, he will give them sweet and lavish gifts to award their hardworks

absolutely does not want them to be associated with the jujutsu world

but he knows he cant stop them either

the daughters will be like 6 years apart btw

very protective of his daughters

but not overbearing

when his daughters are older, his pride and joy for them is very visible

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roosterforme · 2 years

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The Deployment Diaries Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: A new family member joins you and Bradley just in time for the next deployment.

Warnings: Fluff, swearing, angst, adult banter, smut

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots! Check my masterlist for the reading order!

As the dreaded April deadline drew closer and closer, you and Bradley made the best of your time together. You started carpooling when you had to be at work at the same time. Bradley claimed it was to help reduce your carbon footprints, but then added that he also really wanted to spend fifteen extra minutes with you each day. The weather had been perfect for beach picnics, and you found yourselves there more often than not with sandwiches for dinner while watching the sun set.

And then Bradley surprised you by taking you home to see your parents for a long weekend. "Did you just say you got tickets for us to fly to Maryland?" you asked one night, completely surprised. "Yes," he replied, holding you against him in bed, kissing your forehead. "Fly out Friday, land Saturday morning and then fly back Sunday. I know it's not a lot of time for us to spend there, but I thought it would make you happy. Your parents already know about it." "What the fuck," you whined. Bradley froze. "We don't have to go if you don't want to, Sweetheart." You pressed your mouth to his in the dark bedroom. Your fingers threaded through his hair. You eased him over onto his back and straddled his waist. "God, Bradley. You just do things, and they're perfect. And maybe I don't do all the little details as well as you, but I love you so much." Bradley groaned as you crawled down the bed and pulled his length out of his boxer briefs. "You make me better," he told you as you sucked his cock. "You make me so much better." --------------------------------------------- After a fun, albeit short, weekend of hanging out with your parents and having silent sex in their guest bedroom, Bradley was still at a loss. His heart was going to break when he left again, and he would break yours too. It felt like you and he would be in an endless cycle of living alone with a broken heart, just to be reunited and given the opportunity to mend the hurt. Only to do it all over again. You were snuggled up against him on the flight back to San Diego, and once again he was dying to get that ring from storage. He told himself it was still too soon. But this upcoming deployment was so long, and he still occasionally thought you might tell him you wanted to call it quits. You were smart and self-sufficient. You were organized and lovely. You were beautiful and sweet. He offered you essentially nothing in return that you couldn't give yourself. Except for his heart. But you'd chosen him, and he had chosen you. It shouldn't still feel this hard, and he could not for the life of him figure out how to make it easier. When you started to stir next to him, stretched and smiled at him, he pulled you in for a soft kiss. "Baby Girl, you need to tell me how to make it easier," he whispered against your lips. "I don't know how to be deployed when I have you at home. It's too hard." You just smiled at him and rubbed your nose along his. "It's not too hard for me, Roo. I can keep doing it. You don't have to worry." So maybe he would have to rely on you to make it easier for him. ----------------------------------------------- Bradley knew he needed to ask you first. He also knew this was probably a terrible idea, especially since he was leaving for a two month deployment in about a week. But he couldn't say no to the sweet little snout and the sad little eyes looking up at him. "Come on, Rooster, you guys need to take him in," Phoenix said, thrusting the dog into his arms. "He looks like he's half starving and he has a bad limp. He needs someone to nurse him back to health, and your house would be perfect for him. He would have a daddy and a mommy to love him, plus you actually have a backyard." Bradley cradled the little bundle of black and brown fur against his chest. The dog licked his chin and placed his head on Bradley's shoulder. Bradley was screwed; he was already in love with this animal. "Nat, I don't know. You and I are leaving again soon. I need to check with Y/N first. She would end up having to do most of the work right now." The dog whimpered against him, and he felt his resolve melting. Phoenix had found the poor little thing on base when she'd been out for a run right after work. He was trapped down in a steep drainage ditch, unable to climb out. Bradley had scaled the sloped cement walls to retrieve him and carry him back up. "I'm sure she'll say yes if I send her a picture of you snuggling him in your massive arms," Phoenix replied with a smirk as she snapped a few photos of him with the dog. Bradley rolled his eyes. "Listen, if she says no, I'll take him home just for the night and feed him. But I'll have to drop him off at the shelter tomorrow if she says he can't stay." "She said he can stay!" Phoenix told him, holding up the text message thread she had with you. Oh my goodness, Nat! I can't say no to those puppy dog eyes! And the dog is irresistible, too. Bradley smiled down at the dog and scratched him behind the ears. "You wanna come home to my house? My girlfriend's really pretty, and she likes to snuggle, and she'll make you something yummy for dinner." The dog licked Bradley's chin again before barking in what Bradley assumed was delight. Phoenix helped get the dog strapped into the back seat of the Bronco. "If you pee in here, you'll be right back on the streets, okay buddy?" Bradley warned him before hopping in and driving him home. When he pulled into the driveway, you came running out to the Bronco. You were still dressed in your uniform and boots from work. "He's so cute!" you squealed, jumping up and down next to the door as Bradley opened it and gently pulled the dog out. Bradley leaned down and kissed your cheek. "He's basically skin and bones, and he's injured. And we need to make sure he doesn't have an ownership chip." You scoffed and took the dog into your arms. "Look at him! He's a mess, Bradley! Even if he has owners, I'm not sending him back to them! He's staying here, where he will be taken care of!" Then you looked down at the sweet little guy in your arms. "Hi! Aww, yes, you're so sweet! Are you hungry? I got you dog food on my way home from work. And I'll cut up some steak for you too." Bradley watched as you carried the dog inside, still talking to him and letting him lick your entire face. "She already ditched me for the dog." -------------------------------------- You sat on the floor and tried to hand feed him dry dog food. He was so dehydrated and hungry, he could barely keep the food down. Bradley had forfeited half of his steak from dinner, and you were finally getting the dog to take some bites of the meat from your hand. "What time does he need to go to the vet tomorrow?" you asked Bradley when he got off the phone with the emergency clinic. "5:30. I can take him right after work," Bradley said as he leaned against the kitchen counter. "And I guess he needs a name?" You smiled up at your boyfriend. "Oh, I already named him." Bradley tilted his head back to look at the ceiling. "Do I even want to know?" You ran your hand over the dog's matted fur and gently tousled his ears. "When you're done eating, Tramp, we'll give you a nice bath before bedtime." Bradley cracked up and smiled down at you. "The name is very fitting, Baby Girl. He's kind of pathetic, he's eating out of your hand, and he's already in love with you." You grinned back up at Bradley. "Yeah, Roo. He's just like you." Bradley nodded in agreement. ------------------------------------ Getting Tramp bathed took both of you a full hour to accomplish. He kept trying to climb out of the tub in the master bathroom, so Bradley ended up holding him gently in place while you used your fancy shampoos to clean his filthy fur. He would need to be taken for a haircut soon, but getting him to the vet was more important. "Oh no, now he's cold," you said as you drained the water from the tub. The dog was looking up at Bradley with the most pathetic face as he shivered. You jumped up and ran to get some fluffy towels out of the closet and bundled him in them. Then Bradley scooped him up and sat on the floor with his back against the tub, cradling Tramp while he dried off. You bit your lip and looked down at them. "Oh my God, this is literally the sweetest thing I have ever seen," you gushed before settling on the floor next to Bradley, turning his face toward yours and giving him a kiss. The first kiss turned into a deeper one as you ran your fingers through his hair. "He's so sweet," you whispered with a smile on your lips. "I think we should make Nat his godmother, since she's the one who actually found him," Bradley joked. He looked down to find Tramp was already asleep, breathing softly and snuggled against his damp tee shirt. You kissed Bradley one more time before you hopped up again. "I'm going to set up a little makeshift bed for him on our floor. Eventually we should buy him a crate, but he'll be okay for the night. I'll set an alarm for 2:30 and check if he needs to go outside again at that point, but let's let him sleep for now, yeah?" Bradley watched you walk back into the bedroom. He didn't think it was possible for him to keep falling more in love with you, but you defied all of his logic. A few minutes later, you poked your head back into the bathroom. "His little bed is ready," you whispered. Bradley stood and walked him over to the cushions and blankets you had set up at the foot of the bed, and carefully deposited him there. You threw your arms around Bradley's neck. "Thank you for bringing Tramp home. Now I'll have a buddy here with me when you're gone on deployment. I can take him for walks after work, and he can snuggle with me while I watch all of the shows you don't like." Bradley scooped you up into his arms and carried you to bed. "I had no idea I had the capacity to be jealous of an animal, but apparently I do." Your laugh rang out, making him smile. "And don't worry, I'll teach Tramp how to follow you around and give you puppy eyes. It'll be like I'm not even gone, Baby Girl." You giggled softly as he put you down in bed and climbed on top of you, and you pulled his damp shirt off for him. You had just adopted a pet together. And it was kind of giving him the same feeling he got every time he thought about getting you pregnant. Didn't people get dogs pre-kids to learn about responsibility or some shit? Bradley wasn't sure, but thinking about you taking care of something made him horny. "Oh, hey there," you whispered as Bradley pressed his hard dick against your thigh, and he laughed. "Don't act like you're surprised that I'm turned on right now. I'm in the same room as you, aren't I?" he rasped as you gently ran your fingers along his scalp. "My period is still kind of heavy and crampy. Are you okay with another blowjob?" Bradley rolled off of you, laughing hysterically. "Oh my God, that's the funniest thing I have ever heard you say!" He was literally gasping for air next to you and swiping tears from his eyes. "Yeah, Sweetheart, I'm pretty sure I can suffer through another amazing blowjob from you." He pulled you on top of him and saw that you were laughing now too. "Can you believe the audacity of me to assume you enjoy cumming in my mouth?" "Stop it, Baby Girl, please! I can't stop laughing!" You shook your head and leaned in next to his ear. "I'll bet I can get you to stop laughing and start moaning." Then you licked the side of his neck and reached your hand down inside the waistband of his underwear. Bradley grunted softly. He could feel his cock throbbing and jumping against your palm. "Oh, I already know you can do that. Been more than six months you've had me moaning your name, Y/N." And then you were the one moaning into his mouth as you stroked him slowly with your hand. "Okay, you can't say something that sexy to me and not expect a reward." Bradley watched in anticipation as you took your shirt off and removed your bra as well. Then a grin broke out across his face as he watched you grip his dick and lean down to rub your perky tits all over it. He also enjoyed the sight of the golden charms on your necklace swinging back and forth before coming to rest on his cock. "Oh, I love this," he groaned as you licked the bead of pre-cum from the tip of him, swirling your tongue to be sure you got it all. "Oh, fuck." You glanced up at him as you ran your hard nipples across his balls. He couldn't decide if he would rather look at your pretty face or your pretty tits, so he alternated between both. You worked yourself against him, occasionally pausing to kitten lick along his length. Then you sucked on him so well. When you pulled him out of your mouth with one last lick, he was panting for more. "You want to cum on my tits, don't you?" you asked softly as you played with your nipples from your spot between his legs. "You love my tits." Bradley groaned as he sat up, wrapped his arms around your waist and flipped you onto your back. "I do love your gorgeous tits, Sweetheart." He sucked on them softly and kissed them reverently before adding, "And I'd love to cum all over them." You leaned back against the pillows with your mouth open for him, and he straddled you while you sucked his cock until he was so close. Then as he pumped himself a few times and unloaded all over your chest, Bradley smiled the bright happy smile of a man who was very spoiled. He helped you get cleaned up and promised you that he would get up with Tramp and take him outside at 2:30 so you didn't have to. "Thanks, Roo. You always spoil me," you whispered as you were dozing off, draped across Bradley's chest. --------------------------------------- "I know I told you it's not hard for me, but I was lying," you said, crying softly against Bradley's chest. "I don't want you to leave again tomorrow." You were curled up in Bradley's lap on the couch, and Tramp was sitting at his feet playing with a squeaky toy. "Sweetheart, there is nothing I can say that will make this any easier. And I'm very sorry for that. But I love you, and I know you'll be okay without me, and I'll be okay without you. Not great, mind you, but okay enough to get through eight weeks." It killed you that you couldn't be strong for him right now. "Tramp is just getting used to us. He's going to think he comes from a broken home." "Don't say that! I'm coming back to both of you," Bradley whispered into your hair. "Tramp, mommy is being silly, I'm not leaving, buddy." You watched your adorable dog look up when Bradley called his name, before returning his attention to the toy. "At least I'll have Tramp. And you'll be with Nat. That does make me feel a bit better," you said, taking a deep breath. The tears were finally slowing down for now. "But I'm still going to worry," you whispered, and Bradley scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom. Tramp followed close behind and plopped down on his doggy bed in the corner. "I'm coming back, Baby Girl," Bradley whispered into your hair. "Always." When he climbed into bed with you, he just held you all night. He kissed you back when you kissed him. He whispered how much he loved you. And he held you against his comforting body. ------------------------------------------- Bradley's alarm woke him at 6:00. He needed to be at the docks in two hours, but he wanted to have enough time to give you a proper goodbye. He wanted to be able to spend a little more time with you, because he was going to miss your naked body draped across his all night and waking up to your hair tickling his face. When he set his phone down, you started to stir. "Baby Girl," he whispered, and you squeezed him so tight. He had never dreamed he could be loved like this. "Bradley, I have an idea," you told him in your soft morning voice. "Let's take Tramp and get in the Bronco and drive east and tell the US Navy to go fuck itself." You made him laugh, just like you always did. Even on this sad morning, he didn't have to force it. "You're so smart, Sweetheart. Let's do it," he told you before you mashed your lips against his. You stroked both of his cheeks with your thumbs as you kissed him until he was hard and moaning into your mouth. "I want you nice and slow," you whispered, and Bradley pushed you onto your back. "I need you to make me come." "I will, Baby Girl," he replied with certainty. Bradley pushed into you, your beautiful face soft and unguarded in the early morning light. He knew your body so well, and he had become exceptionally good at being patient when you needed him to be. So he took it slow and steady and told you how you were perfect and that he was going to love you forever. He wasn't surprised when you erupted into tears a minute after you both came. He just gathered you into his arms and held you until your breathing was steadier. His heart was breaking again. It was going to break every single time he did this to you. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry," he whispered, and he cried too. ------------------------------------------- You managed to change into some old sweats and put your hair up, but your attention was fixed on Bradley as he made you a mug of coffee and took Tramp outside before getting dressed in his uniform. And all the while, he kissed you at least twice per minute for an hour. It was getting late now, and you could barely look at him in his khaki. "I'm sorry," he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against your neck. He was holding Tramp who was getting in on the group hug. "You need to stop apologizing, Roo. I wouldn't be this upset if you were a shit boyfriend. It sucks so much because you're the best." He pulled you against him hard one last time before you led him out to your car. The drive to base was quiet, but Bradley held your hand while you cried silently. This was all too familiar from when you did this in January. As you walked across the dock, Bradley kept his arm securely wrapped around you with his duffle tossed over his other shoulder. But when you saw Phoenix, you completely lost it again as she pulled you into a hug. "It's going to be okay," she promised you. "I'll be around to look after him this time. I've got his back in the air, and I'll help him fend off other ladies. There's nothing to worry about." You just chuckled and nodded against her neck and said, "Both of you need to stay safe." Then he dropped his duffle, and you were back in Bradley's arms as he was being called aboard. "I love you so much, Baby Girl. And I'm gonna miss you every minute for the next eight weeks, you can count on that. And check your nightstand drawer when you get home." "I'll miss you too," you said as he scooped you up. You kissed him softly, arms around his neck and fingers in his hair. "I love you." He kissed you harder, tightening his grip on your thigh with one hand and messing up your hair with the other. He set you down gently, kissed you one more time, scooped up his bag, and walked onboard with Phoenix.

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Twisted Minds: Chapter Three Potage TW: Crime scenes, Yelling, Blood, Gore, PTSD Warning this is Fem!reader. You can also find this on Wattpad and A03 @HayleyMarieOfficial. Comment if you want to be added to the taglist. Taglist: @punkin-time

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - PATIO - EARLY MORNING -

WILL GRAHAM steps out onto his porch in boxers and a t-shirt, hair tussled from recently getting out of bed. He's followed by his PACK OF DOGS. The pooches bound down the stairs toward the driveway and Will suddenly realizes he's not alone. Dr. Y/N L/N stepping out of her car to greet the dogs as they return the favor. She smiles at Will. "Morning." I say smiling happily at Will "I didn't hear you drive up." Will says looking me up and down and then at my car "Hybrid. Good car for stalking." I say smirking, bending down to pet his dogs, "I'm compelled to go cover myself." Will says with a slight blush on his face, i chuckle "I have brothers." i say laughing with a smile "I'll put on a robe just the same. Do you want a cup of coffee? And more immediately why are you here?" Will says walking towards his front door, I follow "Yes. And Abigail Hobbs woke up." i say smiling , Will stops in his tracks. "You know how to bury the lead." he says turning towards me. "Want me to get you a cup of coffee?" I smirk walking towards him, "No, I want to get my coat." He says turning towards his door "Let's have a cup of coffee." i chuckle.

Will and Y/N sit in his kitchen sipping coffee as Will's PHONE RINGS and RINGS and RINGS and RINGS and finally stops. "Is he going to keep calling?" Will says rolling his eyes, "Jack wants us to go see her." I say grabbing his hand in a comforting way "And you don't." He says, i shake my head "Eventually." i say, Will smiles at her bulldoggishness in his defense."I don't want to get in the middle of you and Jack, but if I can be helpful to you as a buffer..." I say kindly and gazing fondly at Will, "I like you as a buffer. I also like the way you rattle Jack. He respects you too much to yell at you no matter how much he wants to." Will chuckles, I laugh with him. "And I take advantage of that." I smirk, Will turns the subject back to what he's most concerned with. "Abigail Hobbs doesn't have anyone." Will says taking a sip of his coffee,"We can't be her everyone. No matter how much we want to. When i said what I was going to say in my head, it sounded insulting." I say leaning forward towards the Visibly Anxious man. He leans forward too, "Say it the insulting way." He says looking me in my eyes, "Dogs keep a promise a person can't." I say lowering my head , "I'm not collecting another stray." Will says seriously i nod my head, "The first person Abigail talks to about what happened can't be anyone who was there when it happened. That means no Dr. Lecter, or Me either." I say sadly because even though I would love to see Abigail right now, its not safe for her mental health yet."Much less the guy who killed Dad. Jacks wrong about Abigail." Will says grabbing my hand and squeezing, " I know he is But Let Alana reach out to her, her own way." I say squeezing his hand back and looking in his eyes with what seems to be adoration? No Y/N! You cant do this again! Remember what happened last time!

PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL - ABIGAIL HOBBS' ROOM - DAY -

ALANA BLOOM waddles down the corridor, struggling to hold onto the SEVERAL SHOPPING BAGS she's carrying. Alana ENTERS as quietly as possible, given the circumstances, to find ABIGAIL HOBBS sitting up in bed, reading a book, exhausted, vacant, looking like she just woke up from a coma. "Hi. I'm Alana Bloom." Alana says as she unloads the shopping bags on the couch. "Are you a doctor?" Abigail asks looking over at Alana in curiosity "Not medicine. I'm a psychiatrist." Alana says as she grabs a chair to place at Abigail's bedside and sit. "What do you specialize in?" Abigail asks while flipping a page in her book, "Among other things, family trauma." Alana says as she sits down, she feels sympathy for the girl. "I asked the nurses if my parents were dead and they wouldn't tell me. Said I had to wait for you." Abigail says as she looks Alana in the eyes, Alana sits on the edge of Abigail's bed. "I'm sorry you had to wait." Alana says sincerely, and with kindness in her eyes and tone. "I know they're dead." Abigail says with emotion in her eyes, Alana studies her and the strange admission. Abigail's chin crumples with emotion but she fights it.

"Who buried them?" Abigail asks looking back down at her book, "They haven't been buried." Alana says causing Abigail to look up abruptly "Don't you think they should be?" Abigail questions, "Your mother was cremated per the instructions in her living will. Your father is more complicated." Alana says quietly not wanting to lie to the poor girl, "Because he was crazy" Abigail says softly, "Nurses said you didn't remember." Alana points out "I remember. I just didn't want to talk about it with them. Is this your book?" Abigail asks holding up the book, Alana shakes her head. "Y/N was reading it to you. She's also a psychiatrist but she also works for the F.B.I" Alana says, "I started turning pages. Felt like I read it before. I remember Her voice and dreaming about peacocks. Aren't they really stupid birds?" Abigail asks tilting her head, "Yes." Alana laughs, "I want to sell the house. I guess it's mine now. I can use the money for college, get an apartment." says Abigail as Alana studies Abigail and her surprising practicality. "What're all those?" Abigail asks refering to the shopping bags "Me and Y/N went shopping. Brought you some clothes. Thought a change would feel good. we guessed your size. Anything you don't want keep the tags on. I'll return it. And I brought you some music, too." Alana says while smiling fondly at the girl.

"Your music?" Abigail asks furrowing her brows, "If there isn't anything you like, I got a stack of iTunes gift cards. I've got a stack of gift cards. I don't do well redeeming gift cards." Alana says looking down smiling, "Probably says something about you." Abigail smirks, "Probably does." Alana smiles studying the girl.

B.A.U. - JACK CRAWFORD'S OFFICE - DAY -

Alana Bloom, Hannibal, and Y/N sit across from Jack Crawford. "I have 7 families waiting, let me rephrase, demanding that we find whatever's left of their daughters. Abigail Hobbs is the only person I can ask who might know the truth." Jack says looking at all three of us. I shake my head "You can't ask her right now Jack. We have to create a safe place for her first or you won't get any answers." I say raising my eyebrows, "I respect your sympathy for her, Doctor L/N. One day I hope you'll appreciate my lack of it." Jack says slightly glaring, "You really think Abigail helped her father kill those girls?" Alana says almost sadly, "It is one possibility that needs to be ruled out. If she didn't help her father, she may know who did." Jack says poking his desk with every word, "How was Abigail? When you saw her?" Hannibal asks speaking up, i nod agreeing "Surprisingly practical." Alana points out tilting her head "Suspiciously practical?" Jack asks taking a gulp of his coffee. "I would suggest she can be practical without being a murderer." I say rolling my eyes at Jacks suggestion. "I think she's hiding something." Alana says, "It may simply be her trauma." Hannibal suggests looking over at Alana, "Yes. Could also be more. She has a penchant for manipulation, withheld information to gain information. She demonstrated only enough emotions to prove she had them." Alana relays what she observed to us "

"Appreciating my lack of sympathy?" Jack says looking over at me, "You said it may be more than trauma yet you question her involvement in the murders her father committed." Hannibal says Looking over at Alana once again, "What I'm questioning is her state of mind." Alana says looking at Jack. "I want You and Will Graham to talk to her." Jack says looking at me I shake my head but before i can say the words Alana beats me to it "Jack. Not yet." She says and I agree, "Doctor Bloom, you're not Will's and Y/N's psychiatrist. Doctor Lecter is." Jack says Glaring at Alana, but hey what is that supposed to mean. "

F.B.I. ACADEMY - LECTURE HALL - DAY

"Garret Jacob Hobbs or the 'Minnesota Shrike' abducted and murdered eight girls over an eight month period. They each had the same hair color. Same eye color." Will Graham says as he stands in front of his classroom. "Same age, same height, same weight as his daughter Abigail. But there was a ninth victim who fit Abigail Hobbs' profile but Garret Jacob Hobbs didn't murder her." Will continues CLICK. A PICTURE OF CASSIE BOYLE, impaled on the antlers of a severed stag head, her death a grotesque work of art. "The killer who did wanted us to know he wasn't the 'Minnesota Shrike'. He was better than that. He is an intelligent psychopath. He is a sadist. He will never kill like this again. So how do we catch him?" Jack Crawford, Hannibal, and Y/N enter, the reflective light of the projection screen bounces off their faces. In hushed tones:"Giving a lecture on Hobbs' Copy Cat?"Hannibal asks watching Will closely as he lectures "We need every good mind on this we can get." Jack responds quietly as Me and Hannibal observe Will."This Copy Cat is an avid reader of Freddie Lounds and TattleCrime.com. He had intimate knowledge of Garret Jacob Hobbs' murders. Motives, patterns. Enough to recreate them and arguably elevate them. To art."

CLICK. A PICTURE OF ABIGAIL and GARRET JACOB HOBBS in happier times on a hunting expedition."How intimately did he know Garret Jacob Hobbs? Did he appreciate him from afar, or did he engage him? Did he ingratiate himself into Hobbs' life? Did Hobbs know his Copy Cat as he knew him?" CLICK. A PICTURE OF LOUISE HOBBS, her throat sliced open, lying in a dark pool of her own blood."Before Garret Jacob Hobbs murdered his wife and attempted to do the same to his daughter, he received an untraceable call, re-routed through a swatting service." CLICK. A PICTURE OF GARRET JACOB HOBBS, bloodied and filled with bullets, slumped dead in the corner of his kitchen."I believe the as-yet unidentified caller was our Copy Cat Killer." Will says as he spots us.

PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL - ABIGAIL HOBBS' ROOM - DAY -

Abigail sits upright in bed, senses on alert. "So you're not a doctor or a nurse or a psychiatrist?" Abigail asks confused as to why this woman was here. Freddie Lounds standing across from her."I'm a journalist. I want to tell the truth. Your truth. Sometimes that involves some deception. But know this, I will never lie to you." Freddie says half lying half telling the truth, "sounds like what a liar would say." Abigail retorts cleverly. "You have every right not to trust me, but in time, Abigail, I hope you let me prove that you can. If you tell me what you know, I can help you fill in the blanks." Freddie says almost sincerely, "How about you tell me what you know." Abigail says as she eyes the woman mistrustfully, "Your dad was the Minnesota Shrike. Your mother wasn't the first person your father killed. He killed 8 girls. 8 girls that look --" Freddie says as she sighs "Just like me." Abigail cuts her off, "Yes." Freddie says quietly, Abigail reels from the larger meaning of that. "Why did they call him the Shrike?" Abigail asks looking at Freddie breathing a little heavier than before and with almost tears in her eyes. "It's a bird that impales its prey, harvests its organs to eat later." Freddie explains softly "He was very sick." Freddie continues off of Abigails silence, "Does that mean I'm sick, too?" Abigail asks tears brimming her eyes, "You'll be fighting that perception. Perception is the most important thing in your life right now." Freddie says as she sits down on Abigail's bed, "I don't care what anyone thinks." Abigail says shaking her head.

"You better start caring, Abigail. What you remember, what you tell everyone, is going to define the rest of your life. Let me help you." Freddie says seriously and leaning forward towards Abigail. Abigail takes a Deep breath"How did they catch him?" Abigail asks shakily "A man named Will Graham and A doctor by the name Y/N L/N. They work for the FBI. They catch insane men because they can think like them. Because They are insane." Freddie says as

Will Graham, Hannibal and Y/N enter the room and hear the last sentence she says."Would you excuse us please?" Will says glaring, and i can't help but glare at her too, How dare she say we are insane?!?!, "I'm Special Agent Will Graham. And this is Special Agent Dr. Y/N L/N." Will introduces us to Abigail, I look at her smiling kindly. As Freddie is escorted to the door:"By Special Agent, he means not really an Agent. He didn't get past the screening process. Too unstable." Freddie shoots towards Will, I frown at her comment, "I really must insist you leave the room." Hannibal says taking A step towards Freddie, Before leaving, Freddie offers Abigail a business card. "If you want to talk --" I snatch the card without saying a word. Freddie doesn't offer any more resistance as the Orderlies escort her out. "Abigail, this is Doctor Lecter... Do you remember us?" I ask softly and kindly. "I remember you. You killed my dad." Abigail says looking at Will, That hangs there a moment, a weighted memory, then: "You've been in a bed for 3 weeks, Abigail. Why don't we have a walk?" Hannibal offers trying to ease the tension in the room.

PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL - GARDENS - DAY -

Abigail walks weak-legged, supported by Hannibal and Will. "I'm sorry we couldn't save your mother. We did everything we could, but she was already gone." I say sincerely truly wishing i could've saved Abigail's Mom, Tears sting Abigail's eyes, threatening to spill, but don't. "I know. I saw him kill her." Abigail admits, "Didn't seem real. He was loving right up until the second he wasn't. He kept telling me he was sorry and to just hold still. He was going to make it all go away."Abigail says looking at me and Hannibal as Will helps her sit on a bench. "There was plenty wrong with your father, Abigail, but there's nothing wrong with you. You said he was loving. I believe it. That's what you brought out in him." Will says looking at the girl with nothing but care. "it's not all I brought out in him. I'm going to be messed up, aren't I? I'm worried about nightmares." Abigail says as a stray hair falls in her face "We'll help you with the nightmares." Hannibal says nicely as i smile sweetly at her "There's no such thing as getting used to what you experienced. It bothers me a lot. I can only imagine how it bothers you when I see it over and over in my mind. I worry about nightmares, too." I say softly sitting down beside her and brush a stray hair out of her face like a mother would. "Do you have nightmares about killing my dad?" Abigail asks Will softly, Will nods "Sometimes it's hard for me to dream about much else." Will admits as he sits down next to me and Abigail, I grab his hand and squeeze as a source of comfort.

"So, Killing somebody, even if you have to do it, it feels that bad?" Abigail asks Will, He looks down "Ugliest thing in the world." Will says as Hannibal and I eye Will, knowing he's not telling the whole truth. Abigail takes Will's words in for a brief moment, then: "I want to go home." Abigail says her voice slightly cracking

PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL - PARKING LOT - DAY -

Freddie Lounds leans on the hood of Hannibal's midnight blue Bentley, waiting. She spots Hannibal, Will, and Caroline as they approach and quickly stands, almost respectfully. "Special Agent Graham And L/N, I never formally introduced myself. I'm Freddie Lounds." Freddie says as she out reaches her hand for us to shake. "Trying to salvage this joke from the mouth of madness?" I say venom lacing my voice as i glare at the red-headed woman "Please. Let me apologize for my behavior in there. It was sloppy and misguided. And hurtful." She says trying to sound sincere but we all know she isnt. "Miss Lounds, now is not the time."Hannibal says trying to diffuse the situation. "Look, you and I may have our own reasons for being here, but I also think we both genuinely care what happens to Abigail Hobbs." Freddie says a little bit apologetic but not enough for me to care. "You told her we were insane." I glare

"I can un-do that." Freddie says, Will shakes his head "You help Abigail see me as more than her father's killer and I help you with online ad sales?"Will says Glaring at her"I can un-do what I said. But I can also make it a lot worse." Freddie says in a almost threatening tone "Miss Lounds, it's not very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living.", Will threatens back, i look at him with Wide eyes and Hannibal sighs at Will's unfortunate choice of words.

B.A.U. - JACK CRAWFORD'S OFFICE - NEXT DAY -

Jack sits behind his desk reading off his computer screen:""It's not very smart to piss off a guy who thinks about killing people for a living". Know what else isn't very smart?" He addresses silent Will sitting across from him. Hannibal, Alana, and L/N sit on either side of Will , mutually concerned. "You Two were there with him and you let those words come out of his mouth." He says angrily towards Me and Hannibal. "I trust Will to speak for himself." Hanibal replies calmly, "Evidently, you shouldn't." Jack says with venom, and i duck my head as a trauma response, Hannibal notices. "I'm just happy the story wasn't about Abigail Hobbs." Alana Says with relief. "Well Then it's a victory. So Abigail Hobbs wants to go home. Let's take Abigail Hobbs home." Jack suggests, My head shoots up shaking vigourously "What Abigail wants and what she needs are two different things. Taking her out of a controlled environment would be reckless." I say almost yelling "Alana said she was practical." Jack replies Looking at me with a hard glare, "That could just mean she has a dissociative disorder." Will suggests putting in his thoughts "You take her home, she may experience intense emotions, respond aggressively. Or reenact some aspect of the traumatic event without even realizing it." Alana says agreeing with me on this. "Doctor Lecter?" Jack asks looking at Hannibal, "Doctor Bloom and Doctor L/N are right, but there is a scenario where revisiting the trauma event could help Abigail heal and actually prevent denial." Hannibal says making my head lower once again. "We have a difference of opinion, therefore I'm choosing the opinion that best serves my agenda.I need to know if Will's right about our Copy Cat."Jack says disregarding what me and Alana are saying. "We have no way of knowing what's waiting for her when she goes home." I say as i look back up my gaze hardening

HOBBS RESIDENCE - NEXT DAY -

As Will, Hannibal, Y/N, and Alana look on, Abigail stares at the faded rust-colored stain on the front step, where her mother died, her eyes brimming with tears but not overflowing. "I was sort of expecting a body outline in chalk or tape." Abigail says still staring at the concrete "They only do that if you're still alive and taken to the hospital before they finish the crime scene." Will explains, Those words wash over Abigail, she's barely aware of them.

"Goodbye, mom." Abigail Whispers I look at her sadly.

HOBBS RESIDENCE - FOYER - DAY -

The DOOR OPENS in the darkened space. Alana, Abigail, and Y/N enter, Hannibal and Will float closely behind. Abigail lingers in the doorway. The room is more or less scrubbed, thoroughly gone over by cleaners. "If you ever want to go, you just have to say so and we will go." I reassure her, "Go where? Back to the hospital?" Abigail says as she looks back at us "For now." Alana responds, Alana and Hannibal hang back and allow Will and Y/N to follow Abigail into the kitchen. She notices all the family pictures on the refrigerator have been turned around. "They turned all the pictures over." Abigail says sadly, "Crime scene cleaners will do that." Alana says as She glances at the clean table and the linoleum floor. "They did a really good job. Is that where all my blood was?" Abigail asks and me and Wills heads turn to her, "Yes." i say haunted by the memory, Abigail wraps her head around that. You do this all the time? Go places and think about killing?" Abigail asks both me and Will, I nod "Too often." Will answers and i nod agreeing, "So you pretended to be my dad?" Abigail asks us, I look over at Will then back at her "And people like your dad." I say softly, "What did that feel like? To be him?" Abigail asks curiously, I look down wanting Will to answer this, and he does. "If feels like I'm talking to his shadow suspended on dust." Will says and i can't help but think he couldn't've described it better. Alana studies Will and Y/N, realizing how difficult this is for them. "No wonder you have nightmares." Abigail says looking at Us with wide eyes.

"The attacks on you and your mother, they were different. Desperate. Your dad knew he was out of time. Someone told him we were coming."I tell her, Will nodding in agreement "The man on the phone?"Abigail asks i nod "It was a blocked call. Did you recognize his voice?" Will asks her gently, "I had never heard it before." Abigail responds giving A small, almost imperceptible glance at Hannibal. "Was there anybody new in your father's life. Someone you met or someone he talked about." Alana asks Abigail, and Abigail shakes her head 'no'. "He may have been contacted by another serial killer, a copy cat." I say in a gentle yet serious tone. "Someone who's still out there?" Abigail asks slightly scared, I look at her with sympathy "Yes." Will responds with a sad ish tone and Abigail realizes her nightmare isn't over...

"Can you catch somebody's crazy?" Abigail asks as we go through the boxes in her living room. "Folie a deux." Alana Responds i nod, Abigail looks at us confused. "What?" Abigail asks confused, "It's A French psychiatric term. "Madness shared by two."" I continue for Alana "One can not be delusional if the belief in question is accepted as ordinary by others in that person's culture or subculture. Or family." Hannibal says coming into the room and setting down another box."My dad didn't seem delusional. He was a perfectionist" Abigail says looking at a family photo, "Your dad left almost no evidence." Will says sitting next to me and Abigail, "Is that why you let me come home? To find evidence?" Abigail asks in a panicky tone, "It was one of many considerations." Hannibal says honestly, "Are we going to re-enact the crime? You be my dad. You be my mom. And you be the man on the phone." Abigail says pointing to me and Will as her parents and Hannibal as the man on the phone. Uncharacteristically, Hannibal is caught off guard by that. More so by Abigail's steely nonchalant stare that followed. "We wanted you to come home to help you leave home behind." Alana says as i rub the girls back comfortingly. "You're not going to find any of those girls, you know." Abigail says with a numb look on her face

"Why do you say that?" Will asks as i pick apart everything about her with my mind, her behavior, her thinking, even her emotions. "He'd honor every part of them. Made plumbers putty out of elk bones. Whatever bones were left of those girls is probably holding pipes together." Abigail responds numbly, i tilt my head, she's disassociating. "Where did he make this putty?" Hannibal asks looking at us "At the cabin. I can show you tomorrow." Abigail says to us "Abigail... there's someone here." I say looking towards the archway, Abigail finds Marissa standing behind her. "Hey, Abigail." the girl smiles sympathetically.

HOBBS RESIDENCE - BACKYARD - STREAM - DAY -

Marissa throws another rock, striking Nick across his forehead, leaving a small gash. He stumbles, briefly silenced. When he looks up, clutching his bloody head wound, his looks right at Marissa, murder in his eyes......then he reacts and quickly turns and RUNS. Marissa and Abigail turn to see Will, Hannibal, and Y/N approaching from around the house. Alana and Marissa's Mother follow immediately behind. Abigail turns, but Nick is already gone. "He said he was Somebody's brother." Abigail says out of breath and a fearful look on her face. "Marissa. Come home." Marissa's mother says angrily as Hannibal studies Marissa's rude behavior as she snaps at her mother: "Stop being such a bitch. See you later." Marissa says angrily.

HOBBS RESIDENCE - ACROSS THE STREAM - MOMENTS LATER -

Hannibal and Will stomp through the forest While Y/N stays behind with Abigail, returning from looking for Nick Boyle. "He's gone." Will says looking around the forest, Hannibal's eyes fall to a bloodied rock on the embankment near the stream. As he turns to meet Will, his foot inconspicuously kicks a few dead leaves to cover the stone."You've never seen him before?" Will asks eyeing Abigail in my motherly embrace. "No. Have you?" Abigail asks turning to look at Will, Will shakes his head "no.", "We should report this, yes?" Hannibal asks i nod my head "Yes." I say quietly.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - DAY - DREAMSCAPE -

Will stands outside his home, an eerie moment of silence, his CIRCULATORY SYSTEM humming in his ear, then a subtle crunching of grass indicates Will is not alone. He glances over to see...A BLACK STAG It walks quietly through the meadow toward Will, who holds his breath, taking in the surreal vision of this beast. The BLACK STAG stops and watches Will. He is now holding ABIGAIL HOBBS with a knife to her throat. "I'm sorry, Abigail. Please just hold still. Please. I'm going to make it all go away." Will stares at the BEAST, then cuts Abigail's throat. ARTERIAL SPRAY peppers the grass in large drops. A horrible TONE pierces the air as the BLACK STAG BOLTS. He startles awake in his bed at the abrasive drone of the ALARM CLOCK, drenched with sweat.

MOTEL ROOM - DAY -

Will peels off his wet t-shirt and shuffles to the curtains To let a blast of DAYLIGHT into the darkened room.

RUSTIC HUNTING CABIN - DAY -

Two local police cars lead Hannibal's expensive RENTAL CAR down the driveway as they pull in front of the cabin. Once again, all four doors open and Hannibal, Will, Alana, Y/N and Abigail step out of the car, taking in the cabin. A local detective and Two police officers remove the crime scene tape obstructing the door and allow Hannibal, Will, Alana, Y/N and Abigail to enter. They wait respectfully outside. The door opens and Abigail steps inside as Will wads up the crime scene tape in a loose ball and tosses it aside. "He cleaned everything. He said he was afraid of germs but I guess he was just afraid of getting caught." Abigail says looking around, "No one else ever came up here with your dad? Except you?" I ask gently not wanting her to emotionally or mentally exert herself. She shakes her head "He made everything by himself. glue, butter. He sold the pelts on ebay or in town. He made pillows. Carved knives out of leg bones. No parts went to waste. Otherwise it was murder. He Was feeding them to us, wasn't he?" Abigail asks in a sad tone, i look at her wanting to give her a hug. No one responds immediately, then: "It's very likely." Hannibal states looking at her in a fatherly way, Abigail crosses to the gutting/skinning table. "Before he cut my throat, he told me he killed those girls so he wouldn't have to kill me." Abigail says in a bittersweet/sad tone, "You're not responsible for anything your father did, Abigail." I say in a motherly tone, walking over to her "If he would have just killed me, none of those girls would be dead." she says with tears in her eyes, i grab her arm in a comforting way "We don't know that-" Alana is interupted when PLIP. A single drop of blood falls from the ceiling onto Abigail's cheek. She wipes it off with her fingertip and stares at it a brief moment before glancing up.

RUSTIC HUNTING CABIN - ANTLER ROOM - DAY -

Will, Hannibal and Y/N as they stare at something horrifying. Will speaks to his phone: "I need ERT at the Hobbs Cabin." Will says into his phone as i look at the scene before me A YOUNG WOMAN hangs naked, impaled on a RACK OF ANTLERS. Will and Y/N approach and Will slowly lifts the young woman's head. It's MARISSA. Abigail has climbed the stairs behind Hannibal and Alana. Her eyes go wide, realizing what has happened. Abigail's SCREAMS...

POLICE CARS and POLICE OFFICERS everywhere. Along the cabin, barely staying ahead of a POLICE OFFICER unspooling a temporary barricade of YELLOW POLICE TAPE. Abigail is being comforted by Alana along the edge of the woods as the CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATORS move in and out of the HOBBS CABIN. An F.B.I. S.U.V. barrels down the dirt road. Abigail and Alana watch as JACK CRAWFORD steps out. Will and I are staring at Marissa's naked corpse. Hannibal behind us. Will examines Marissa's swollen lip as Hannibal admires the handiwork of her killer. "Do you think she knew the guy down by the stream?" Will asks us "Somebody's brother?" Hannibal asks curiously.

"Not somebody. She said he asked her if she helped her dad take his sister's lungs while she was alive." I say in a low tone, turning to face Hannibal "The young woman on the stag head." Hannibal says tilting his head at me i nod "Cassie Boyle. She had a brother. Nicholas. But Garret Jacob Hobbs didn't kill Cassie Boyle." Will says he examines Marissa With gloved hands and plastic tools, Will respectfully levers Marissa's jaw wide. Wielding a LED FLASHLIGHT with ALTERNATIVE LIGHT SOURCE, he shines it into Marissa's mouth. "I know. Garret Jacob Hobbs would have honored every part of her." Hannibal says walking towards the body to get a better look. Jack Crawford climbs the stairs, already frustrated. "You bring Abigail Hobbs back to Minnesota to find out if she had anything to do with her father's murders and another girl dies."Jack says spooking me and making me jump at his angry tone. Will tries to ignore Jack's frustrations, pushing forward on the forensic investigation at hand: "scrapped his knuckle on her teeth. There's foreign tissue and what could be trace amounts of blood." Will says causing me and HANNIBAL to look closer at the mouth. "Do you think Abigail Hobbs knew Cassie Boyle? Or Nicholas Boyle?"Jack says walking towards us "No." Will and I both say at the same time, "You Don't think she knows them or you don't want to think she knows them?" Jack says implying something. "She said she didn't know them." Will says clearly getting agitated as well, I ball my hands into fists and Hannibal graces my arm with my hand making my arms relax slightly. "Doctor Bloom says Abigail has a penchant for manipulation. Is she manipulating you, Will, Y/N?" Jack says looking me and Will up and down, it makes my blood boil. "Agent Crawford." Hannibal says in a warning tone, "Look he says they were wrong about Hobbs' Copy Cat. I want to know what else they were wrong about." Jack says in a tone that i don't like.

"Whoever killed the girl in the field, killed this girl. We are right about that. He knew exactly how to mount the body. Wound patterns are almost identical to Cassie Boyle. The same design, same humiliation." I say looking Jack with a defiant look in my eyes, "Abigail Hobbs isn't a killer but she could be the target of one." Hannibal says looking at jack "I think it's time Abigail Hobbs left home for good. Pack up whatever she needs to pack up and get her out of Minnesota. Now." Hannibal, Will, and I turn to leave, then: "Not you, Will. You stay right here." Jack says in a serious tone, "Jack" i say frustrated and confused, he wants Will to stay but not me? "I want you to go with Dr. Lecter, Y/N." Jack says cutting me off, I turn and leave the room following Hannibal.

HOBBS NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT -

The REFLECTION OF POLICE LIGHTS dances across the window Abigail is looking through as Hannibal drives toward Abigail's home, Y/N in the passenger seat and Alana in the back with Abigail. POLICE OFFICERS part and remove orange cones to allow Hannibal to drive into the Hobbs driveway unobstructed, quickly reforming behind Hannibal's rental car to keep the CIRCUS OF REPORTERS and NEWS VANS and LOOKY-LOOS at bay. Abigail, Alana, Y/N and Hannibal get out of the car. Abigail glances back at the CROWD OF REPORTERS and CAMERA MEN.Abigail and her escorts walk toward the Hobbs Residence, while their eyes regard the Police Line. They finally look away just as Marissa's Mother pushes her way through the crowd. A POLICEMAN awkwardly tries to hold her back. Like a paternal shield, Hannibal eases Abigail toward Alana and Y/N and steps to intercept Marissa's Mother. He bars her path, grips her arms, his hands soft but firm.

"Why come back? Why did you come back here? Why did you come back?" The grieving mothere of Marissa sobs. Abigail can't find her words. Marissa's Mother is so wracked with grief she can barely stand. A Policeman arrives behind her as Alana moves in, easing her from Hannibal's hold. Freddie steps out of the shadows near the garage. "Abigail." Shouts Freddie, We look over at her "Miss Lounds, you're on the wrong side of the police line." Hannibal says politely "I've been covering the Minnesota Shrike long before you got involved." Freddie snarls rudely at me and Hannibal she tries to step forward towards Abigail But Hannibal and a Police Officer are already approaching. The Police Officer grabs Freddie by the elbow, ushering her away from the Hobbs House and Abigail. She calls out "I want to help you tell your story. You need me now more than ever." Freddie calls towards Abigail, "I want to talk to her." Abigail says trying to turn "No, you don't. Go inside." Alana says ushering Abigail inside, Abigail reluctantly does as instructed.

Hannibal and I join Freddie's escort across the Police Line. "I'm not the only one lurking about the Hobbs house peeking in windows. They really should monitor those police lines more carefully." Freddie warns, I stop the Officer and turn her around, "Have you seen a young man? Mid- 20s, ginger hair? Un-washed." Hannibal asks tilting his head, "I'll tell you if I saw him if you tell me why it's important." Freddie smirks, i roll my eyes.

HOBBS RESIDENCE - RECREATION ROOM - NIGHT-

Abigail sits on the couch, crying quietly, emotionally exhausted from the horrors of the day. A handmade pillow embroidered across the surface, an image of a DEER walks across a plane, trimmed in pelt. She clutches it to her stomach, needing something to hold. Then it dawns on her. Abigail's hands gnarl as she begins pulling at the fabric of the pillow, digging her fingernails into it. The pillow begins to rip at the seams and Abigail tears it open. She begins to shake before she's removes he pillow's stuffing. WADS and WADS and WADS OF HUMAN HAIR. Abigail's heartbeat POUNDS IN HER EARS, filling her head with a rhythmic, oppressive TONE. She begins to tremble. As Abigail reels from this horror, there's A BLUR OF MOTION unbeknownst to her in front of the sliding glass doors.A slight BREEZE blows through Abigail's hair and SOUND RETURNS TO NORMAL. She looks up to see the sliding glass doors are NOW OPEN. Standing in front of her: NICHOLAS BOYLE.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I got to talk to someone. I didn't kill that girl. I swear I didn't." Nicholas says clearly freaking out, Abigail instinctively goes still. Then BOLTS. Abigail attempts to run. Nick Boyle grabs her, spins her around and forces her against the wall, his hand over her mouth.

"I didn't --" Nicholas yells, Nicholas stiffens suddenly, eyes going wide as Abigail plunges a hunting knife into him at his sternum. She pulls it down, gutting him in one horrible motion. Just like her father showed her. Nick stumbles back, already glassy eyed, and the AWFUL WET SOUND that follows can only be his entrails.

HOBBS RESIDENCE - NIGHT -

Hannibal, Y/N, and Alana return from the MEDIA CIRCUS down the street, crossing the Police Line surrounding the Hobbs house. Alana, Y/N, and Hannibal enter through the front doors, moving toward the kitchen. "Abigail?" Alana calls out but before Alana and Y/N can reach the kitchen, they see a BLOODIED Abigail walking up the stairs, shell-shocked. "Abigail..." I say gently worried if she hurt herself Before Alana and Y/N can get out another word... WHAM. Hannibal palms the side of they're heads from behind, SLAMMING them into the wall in one move. Alana is instantly knocked out falling on the floor, Y/N is also instantly knocked out collapsing into Hannibal's arms as he gently lies her on the ground. Abigail is stunned by Hannibal's sudden brutality More worried about Y/N than Alana but he reassures her: "She'll be alright. Show me what happened." Hannibal reassures Abigail

HOBBS RESIDENCE - RECREATION ROOM -

Hannibal cautiously enters, Abigail behind him, to find the disemboweled corpse of Nick Boyle slumped in the room. Abigail doesn't weep, she doesn't appear victimized and broken. She simply stares, inscrutably. Hannibal squats besides her, putting a steady hand on her shoulder as if to rouse her out of a deep sleep. His voice is gentle, fatherly. "Abigail." Hannibal gently calls out, Abigail is terrified, traumatized by the blood on her hands."He was going to kill me." she whispers clearly traumatized. "Was he? This isn't self-defense, Abigail. You butchered him." Hannibal says looking over the body, "I didn't..." Abigail says shaking her head "They will see what you did and they will see you as an accessory to the crimes of your father." Hannibal tells her seriously "I wasn't." She says still shaking her head, "I can help you, if you ask me to. At great risk to my career and my life. You have a choice. You can tell them you were defending yourself when you gutted this man... or we can hide the body." Hannibal offers Abigail, but her mind is spinning...

HOBBS RESIDENCE - NIGHT -

Alana and Y/N in the back of an AMBULANCE, the side of their heads being bandaged. A worried Will sits on the bench across from Y/N ; Jack Crawford stands just outside the doors. "I don't remember anything. Maybe a blur out of the corner of my eye, then a big, fat cut to black." I say looking at Will then to Jack, "Nicholas Boyle attacked Abigail. You two. Struck Lecter across the back of head with a fireplace poker."Jack states i look up worried "Where is Abigail?" i ask in a worried motherly tone, "Lecter took her back to the hotel." Will says grabbing my hand comfortingly "She Scratched Nicholas Boyle before he ran out the back door. Blood on her hands matches the tissue we pulled from Marissa Schuur's mouth." Jack says calmly, "He got away?" Alana asks Jack looking at him confused "We'll get him one way or another." Jack says looking at us. Frustrated, Will climbs out of the back of the Ambulance. "Where are you going?" Jack asks will confused. "I'm tired, Jack. I want to go home. And I'm taking Y/N with me." Will says standing up and taking me with him..........

WILL GRAHAMS CAR - NIGHT -

I look out of the passenger seat window of Will's car, "Will where are we going?" i ask calmly and quietly looking over at him. "You have a concussion, you shouldn't be alone" Will says briefly looking over at me with what seems like care in his eyes. "you didn't answer my question" i say softly, He chuckles softly smiling "Your gonna stay at my house for tonight, is that okay?" Will asks me gently, i nod "Yea, that's okay." I say smiling.....I rest my head on the passenger side window and Fall asleep.

WILL GRAHAM'S HOUSE - NIGHT - WILL'S POV

We arrive at my house and I look over and see Y/N sleeping I gently smile at her.As I sit in the car for a moment and watch Y/N sleeping peacefully, I feel a deep sense of caring and protectiveness towards her. I feel a sense of responsibility for her, and I feel a deep desire to keep her safe and to make sure that she is okay and that she is happy. I feel my heart aching for her and longing for her presence. I reach over and unbuckle her seat belt gently and turn off my car. I open my door and close it gently as to not disturb her sleep, and I go over to the passenger side door opening it and catching her head gently. I grab her purse and coat and pick her up bridal style closing the car door with my foot. As I carry Y/N to the front door of my house, I am feeling a deep sense of protectiveness and what seems to almost be love towards her. I am feeling a sense of affection and admiration for her. I am feeling a sense of pride and joy in that she is my partner and my friend. I am feeling a sense of gratitude for the fact that we have each other and for the fact that no one could ever understand me the way she does.

I'm also feeling a strong sense of responsibility for keeping her safe and for taking care of her. I shush and shoo away my many dogs as I close my front door, walking towards my bedroom with Y/N in my arms still I set down her purse and coat on my dining table on the way. I enter my bedroom closing the door behind me, i walk over to my bed and gently lay Y/N down, I remove her Heeled Boots, scarf, and sweater. And pull my comforter over her, move stray hairs out of her face with care. She stirs lightly, "Will?" she asks softly in her half awake state, "Shhh go back to sleep." I say gently and with love......

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