#Wichita Police Office
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A Dangerous Game Ch 2
Emily Prentiss x reader
Warnings: language, minor alcohol, some talk of BAU style cases.
Over the next couple of weeks you managed to slip into your role within the BAU better than you’d expected. Teams like this were often smaller, had worked together far longer and thus were very tight knit, likely spending more time with their work family than their actual families. You still got that vibe from these guys, but there was still an appropriate amount of welcoming and support as you got yourself situated, it didn’t feel like you were the new outcast or anything. You spent the time reading over the files of their last couple of cases, or the most prominent ones to get yourself adjusted to what kind of cases they accepted on a regular basis. The rest of the time you were flipping through the stack of potentials cases you might be taking in the coming weeks, which meant you were doing so alongside Emily in her office. You still weren’t sure if that was an added bonus, or if it somehow made it worse.
She’d given you the general guidelines of how to flag the files with different coloured post it notes, yellow for children, red for high risk, blue for ones you were sure were connected even if they weren’t in the same state. She was behind her desk, doing the same thing as you were, originally you’d been at a spare table in her office, trying to pretend like you weren’t in the same room. Once you’d split for lunch you’d come back a little more comfortable, out of pure habit you’d brought an extra coffee back with you, placing it on her desk with a small apology that you weren’t sure how she liked it, a handful of cream and sugar on the side. You then settled in the chair across from her desk and it wasn’t much longer before your feet were propped up in the spare chair across from you as you continued to flip through police files. Every so often a comment or question would move between the two of you, one of you passing a file or picture to the other to agree or disprove an idea.
“Wait.. hold on.” Emily’s voice broke through the silence, “where’s that file from Omaha? I want to check something.”
She glanced up at you and you dropped the file you were reading onto your lap, turning the chair beside you as you dug through the folders before pulling out the one she wanted and passing it to her. It was then that your hands met, the touch lingering for only a moment longer than it should have but it still made your heart beat faster in your chest, electricity shooting between your bodies. Emily ducked her gaze as she opened the folder, doing the best to ignore the heat surging through her, praying her flushed cheeks weren’t as noticeable as they felt. She glanced between the files, suddenly clearing her throat,
“Here, look at this.” She passed over the file from Wichita, “does this not look like a pattern?”
You quickly skimmed through the file, flipping through the pages as you drank in the information, nodding as you did so.
“It’s small, almost too small for anyone else to catch but it’s definitely there. It’s only a five hour drive between them.” You risked a glance up at her, “and I bet if we check smaller towns between the two we find more similar crimes.”
“So you are good at this.” She nearly smirked and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“You’re the one that approved my transfer.”
Before she could get any sense of a rebuttal in there was a knock on her open door, Derek swinging through the space.
“Hey, can I steal Wilson for a couple of hours?”
“Oh.. what have you got up your sleeve?” Emily nearly groaned and you glanced between them with a soft grin on your cheeks.
“Just wanted to take her to the range.”
“What, you think I’m a bad shot?” You chuckled, glancing toward him.
“I’m sure you can handle your service weapon, but do you even know how to handle the big boys?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You raised a brow in response, knowing your experience and training was up to par to everyone on the team. Emily glanced between the two of you, knowing she had to make some calls between the local departments of the cases she’d pulled before she shook her head.
“She’s all yours. But be back by four, we might have a case.”
“Thanks. Will do.” Derek shot her a grin as you stood from your chair, stretching out your body quickly and Emily did not miss the way your shirt buttons stretched over your body, teasing the bare skin underneath it. You flashed a her a smile and a quick thank you to being let out of office early before collecting your things and following Derek.
“Morgan!” She suddenly called out, the two of you stalling in the room looking back to her, “behave please.”
“I’ll try.” He jokingly shot her a wink and you let out a groan, rolling your eyes before the two of you disappeared, her office door swinging shut behind the two of you
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As it turned out your suspicions had been right, the murder case in Omaha and the kidnapping in Wichita were connected and there was no doubt it was the same unsub. The team flew out to Wichita with Penelope in tow this time making it a total of seven of you. You were on the outskirts of town, staying at a motel out there so you were as close to crime scenes as you could be and Emily would forever be grateful that they only had four rooms available, pulling rank as Unit Chief that she got the one solo room. If it was any other situation she would’ve jumped at the opportunity to bunk with you, but right now she knew that was a terrible idea, you both had work to do and she couldn’t tempt you or herself otherwise.
Over the course of the next few days she found herself continually impressed with you, you slipped into your role within the team perfectly, your brain worked just as fast if not faster than the other agents she’d been working with for years. You managed to figure out a huge connection and thanks to that she encouraged you to take lead on an interrogation that she couldn’t help but smile as she watched you crack the guy within minutes.
“We’ve got a good one in her.” JJ commented with a grin, glancing at Emily as they watched through the glass.
“We sure do…”
As the team prepped to head out into the field to apprehend the unsub you had to do your best to focus on the task at hand and not let your brain short circuit over the sight of Emily vested up, gun on her hip. Little did you know that she was having the same dilemma watching you, the way you strapped it on with ease, laughing over something Derek had said.
It turned out it was a very easy extraction, the unsub gave only a little bit of resistance before giving over the kidnappee and even submitted before he had to get shot down. All in all, it was what the team would call a good day. A few hours of paperwork and reconnecting the victim with their family and you were saying goodbye to Wichita and heading back to the jet.
There was a general feeling of joy and celebration pulsating through the air and you were all certain that definitely had something to do with Penelope also being there. She brought a light to the team in a way that no one else truly could, and after an easier case like this one, everyone was in high spirits. Instead of the usual exhaustion and melancholy taking over the jet, it was laughter, excited conversations and energy surging through everyone. The usually not touched mini bar was cracked, a couple of bottles popped to celebrate a good win, and your first official solve with the team.
You, JJ, Derek, Spencer and Penelope were seated together in the larger bundle of seats, JJ perched on the arm of Penelope’s seat as you joked around. Emily was near the back of the jet, currently by herself while Dave took the time to dig out the more expensive bourbon, mixing himself a drink.
“Okay, okay!” Penelope started, “so we know you’re like, awesome at your job, and that you’ve lived in Florida and Seattle, but like, we need more.”
“Pen…” JJ nearly warned with a laugh and you waved her off.
“It’s fine.” You took a sip of your drink, “what’d you want to know?”
“Twenty questions?” Garcia grinned wildly back at you and you laughed again, nodding that they could go ahead with their antics. “Ooo, okay, let’s start easy, cats or dogs?”
“Overall? Dogs. I like both but considering the job if I was to get one it’d have to be a cat.”
“Makes sense.” The blonde smiled across at you, “favourite colour?”
“Red.” You answered instantly before your eyes flicked up to the back of the plane where Emily was sat, red tank underneath her pantsuit.
“Favourite season?” JJ asked from her perch on the arm of Garcia’s chair.
“Well, everything was summer in Florida, but if I get an actual choice, fall.”
“You’re not one of those pumpkin spice whores are you?” Derek teased, jabbing at your arm as he did so and you rolled your eyes with a scoff, swatting at his hand.
“No. Coffee is meant to be tasted not masked with grossness. One sugar, max two creams, and there is no point to decaf, yes it tastes the same, which is delicious, but if it’s not going to wake me up what’s the point?”
“Someone who gets it.” Penelope reached out to high five you before taking another sip of her drink.
“I’ve gotta ask.” Derek started, “what was the best thing about living in Florida, cause… I’ve gotta know.” You let out a loud laugh, your head tossed back into the seat behind you.
“Let me preface by saying that despite the insanity that is Florida crime, it really isn’t that bad.” You nearly winced, “like yeah it’s fucking crazy but considering what we see on a regular basis it could definitely be a lot worse.” You thought for a moment, taking a swig of your drink, “I honestly think the weather was a big pull, there were days where it was way too hot, but most of the time it was just permanent summer.”
“What about Seattle?” Spencer asked.
“Too much rain.” You replied dryly, “it rained in Florida but that was a quick one. Like, it’d be midday, a really bad thunderstorm would take over for half an hour, so much rain they’d flood a place but then it was over. Seattle was the constant you woke up to rain and it was gloomy all day, it was terrible, made everything seem so much more downtrodden. Florida may have been Florida but at least there was sunshine.”
“Can we dig deeper?” Penelope asked from her seat, a sly grin on her face and you couldn’t help but giggle, your cheeks warming at the way she asked her question.
“Sure.” You raised a brow over the rim of your drink, “give me your worst.”
“Well I’ll start easy.” She replied with a chuckle, “what colour is your toothbrush?”
“Blue.” You grinned, “yours?”
“Pink.” She smiled and you let out a small laugh.
“On brand.”
“Morning or night?” Spencer cut in.
“Night.” You replied, “though I do love the quiet and calm that comes with morning, even if it’s ten a.m. it’s just more peaceful. But I’m always going to be a night owl, I get more done without any interruptions and if I could sleep all day I would.”
“Note to self.” Derek began, “make sure Wilson’s the last to wake up on overnight trips.”
“I will forever thank you.” You laughed, settling back in your seat.
“Okay, here’s the big one.” Penelope began, “no ring, so… boyfriend? Girlfriend? Partner? Or single?”
You let out a small laugh, your eyes darting to the back of the jet lightning fast and you weren’t surprised to catch Emily’s eyes on you, hoping your cheeks weren’t flushed when you answered.
“I’m currently not seeing anyone, and if you were to ask, I like the wine, not what’s on the label.”
“So you’ve never been married?” Spencer asked before he even realized the words left his mouth and you chuckled.
“No. What about you pretty boy?” His cheeks flushed a shade of pink as he ducked down to the book in his hand and the group laughed.
It was on the other side of the jet that Emily continued to watch you, attempting for it to be done discreetly. She knew you’d already caught her once so she looked down to the paperwork she was supposed to be working on, her ears piqued into your conversation as it continued. So much of her wished she could be over there with you, congratulating you on your first case with the BAU but she knew if she was the rest of the team would realize there was more than met the eye, so she stayed put.
“She’s a good fit.” David’s voice broke into her internal monologue and she nearly jumped out of her seat, letting out a low swear as he settled beside her, passing her a drink.
“What?”
“You’re profiling her right now.” He chuckled, nudging at her arm with his elbow, “you don’t need to. She’s a great fit with the team and she proved herself with this case, I mean, just look at her.”
Emily chuckled finally averting her gaze as she flipped the file on her lap shut, letting out a soft sigh. Rossi definitely didn’t need to tell her twice to look at you, it was basically all she could do at this point. She would be eternally grateful that your first case had worked out like this and you had rightfully earned your spot on the team but there was that teeny spot within her that wished you’d done horribly so you wouldn’t be part of her unit. Then she’d be able to properly pursue you. Instead you’d gone and proved just how worthy you were, how good you were and in the process turned her on even more. You weren’t just an agent with a smart thought, you were someone who could read people after only a moment, someone who knew exactly what danger was and wasn’t afraid of stepping into it, someone who knew exactly how a team worked to keep everyone safe and she loved it.
The jet finally landed in Virginia and everyone gathered their things, either saying goodnight or making their way back into headquarters to pick up a couple of things. Considering this case was kind of last minute for you, you needed to grab the dirty Tupperware from your desk at least, if not pick up a couple of case files that needed reading. You had been sure everyone else had gone home too until the light in Emily’s office flicked off. When you looked up, she was making her way over to you, a soft smile on her face.
“Good work this week Wilson.” She murmured, “you’ve really proved yourself and your placement on this team. Not a lot of people manage to do that in such a short time frame.”
“Thank you ma’am.” You responded so instinctively you barely realized what she was saying until she chuckled darkly, her eyes dragging up you form.
“It’s such a shame I can’t reward you how you deserve.”
Emily simply smirked at you, giving you a quick wink before she turned, heading to the elevator and you were left in the bullpen to catch your breath. You knew it was wrong to hook up with her, but at the very least you knew it wasn’t against policy to imagine her fucking you over the next three days.
And that was exactly what you were about to do.
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Fluffy Feb Day 6- Coffee Order
Warnings: platonic relationship (if I had another 2k in me they would have fucked in the broom closet though), BAU reader, mentions of arson case
Pairing: Hotch x blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n)
Word Count: 665
When you’re on a case, you require caffeine. It’s a plain and simple fact, akin to how oxygen is required for breathing. That means that whenever necessary, any member of the team is ready to make a pot of bitter precinct coffee that you all have to swallow down. No matter how awful it tastes, you’ve always reasoned that caffeine is caffeine.
At least, that was your reasoning until a series of arsons lands you in Kansas at a precinct with some of the worst coffee you’ve ever tasted in your life. “It’s like drinking tar,” you had complained to Emily on the first day, your voice lowered so as not to insult any LEOs.
She had smirked at you and tipped her mug in your direction. “Tar tastes better than this,” she joked, and that was the end of the conversation.
For all your work in body language and human behaviour, you don’t work hard to have a poker face when it seems like no one is watching. The next few days contain countless cups of coffee lifted to your lips, each swig followed by a grimace. How can the officers stomach this stuff?
You don’t figure it out. On day four, you’re at the precinct with Spencer going over the geographical profile to work in the location of the newest fire while everyone else is spread between the morgue and the crime scenes. Your colleague is stirring his tea, mumbling something under his breath about equidistance while you scroll through police reports of interest that Garcia has sent your way.
“How is it going?” Hotch’s voice enters the room before he does, commanding attention before his presence can. When he steps through the doorway, your mouth waters at the sight of the Starbucks cup clutched in his left hand.
“It’s going well, actually. We found two points of intersection between the fires that could be a potential hideout or location of significance to our unsub, and if we cross-reference that with our profile…” You love Spencer, but you’ve been stuck in this room with him for two out of the four days you’ve been in this city and you’re half a ramble away from losing your mind, so you close your eyes and try to tune him out momentarily.
They don’t reopen until Spencer has fallen silent and Hotch speaks up to ask him a question. The Starbucks cup is sitting on the table in front of you now, your precinct mug nowhere to be seen. ‘Aaron’ is scrawled on the cup, but familiar handwriting has drawn a neat line through that and written your name underneath.
You’re hesitant, but Hotch catches your eye and gives you a nod midsentence so you reach out to wrap a hand around the cup. It’s warm, the perfect temperature for a Wichita November drink.
When you take the first sip, you tip your head back and allow the flavour of the coffee to sit on your tongue. It’s the same thing you order every time someone goes on a real coffee run, but Hotch is never the person collecting that information. How did he know?
Paying no heed to the conversation between the two men, you butt in with one hand raising the coffee. “You didn’t have to do this, Hotch. How much do I owe you?”
He shakes his head, sparing you a quick glance. Hotch never looks at you for longer than a moment at a time; as far as the members of his team go, you’ve been operating under the assumption that you fly under his radar for the most part.
Apparently, that’s not true. “Nothing. I can’t have one of my best agents drinking tar on the field, can I?” He shoots you a wink that’s just between the two of you, completely missed by Spencer as the younger agent turns back toward his profile.
In turn, you smile at him and bring the cup to your lips. Under his radar, indeed.
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Perfect Storm - Dean Winchester x Reader
A/N: Hi friends! I know I’ve been rather absent with posting stuff but life has been HECTIC! I work two jobs, seven days a week right now so it’s a lot and I’m exhausted. Anywho, this imagine is part of @supraveng ‘s follower challenge! I’ve been working on this since like August of 2022 or so and was supposed to be done by the first of September but she allowed me an extension. Thanks for that babe, and congrats on 500 follows!
Masterlist of all Masterlists| Supernatural Masterlist
Warnings: FLUFF! Breakdown, crying, comfort. Someone has a HUGE breakdown so if that’s a trigger for you, I am sorry!
Word Count: 5,887
Thanks for being patient with me friends! Love to you all!
It’s been six weeks since we’ve been on the road, trying to figure out where Chuck could be hiding. That asshat has been messing with Sammy and I for way too long, trying to take over the world. Sure, he’s God but that doesn’t mean he has to control every little thing and try killing us in the process! And since we have no leads, we’ve been trying to find other cases to work and more people to save. I was currently sitting behind the wheel of my beloved Baby, Sam beside me, scrolling through his phone, while AC/DC played from the car stereo and a pretty impressive drum solo came up.
“Dean, for once can we listen to anything but AC/DC?” Sam asks, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers as I continue my solo.
“Sammy, what have I always said? Driver picks the music,”
“Shotgun shuts his cake hole, I know,” he finished my sentence. “But what if I drove?”
“Oh risky question, little brother” I reply.
“I’ll drive when you sleep.”
“Yeah and how often do I actually sleep, Sam?”
Last time I slept without a nightmare was…well I don’t really know. The nightmares have been getting increasingly worse the last few months. Not that I’ve slept well before that but since Jack accidently killed our Mom, that’s been a struggle. I’ve watched her die twice now, something no child should ever have to see, especially at four years old. But even the second time, it's pretty bad. I still hate the kid for what he did but I’ve forgiven him…for now. Sam had a somber look on his face and knew I didn’t want to talk about it anymore.
“So get this, there have been an unusual amount of homicides in a small town in Northern Texas, more than they normally deal with in the year, in just six months.”
“Huh, doesn’t sound like our kind of thing. People are just nuts today, Sammy,”
“True, but there is something that seems like we would do. Each time someone goes to recover the body, there is nothing left.” Sam says.
“Okay that might be something we could work on but, I’m not convinced it’s a monster yet,” I say.
“Maybe not, but I think it’ll be worth checking out.”
Redirecting our path, I drove Baby in a U-turn and headed off to the nearest small town in Northern Texas, where these cases stemmed from. Several hours passed and we ended up in Wichita Falls and rolled into a small motel on the east side of town. Once we were settled, Sam pulled out his laptop and began typing away at the keys while I searched for a place to get a good burger by looking through flyers in the room. Sam tuned into a police scanner and soon enough there was a call in regards to suspicious activity near our motel.
‘”Dean, I think we got something,” Sam says, turning the volume up.
“All units, we have gunshots out by the WayfarerMotel. RP (reporting party) advised at least six shots were heard, no sound of vehicles but advised there were people arguing on the south side of the property near the freeway,” A female voice called over the radio and responses of “10-4” were soon followed.
Sam and I grabbed our guns, checking to make sure they were loaded and ready to go. We didn’t interfere with the police but did offer them assistance when it came to the investigation aspect. Looking out the windows, we watched as several vehicles had been on scene and officers were searching for the suspect. Soon after, more shots were fired, shouts of “he’s trying to run” and soon enough, someone was handcuffed.
“Wait, where is the body?!” Someone yells and a swarm of officers and other investigators gathered around to see if there was a victim. Sam and I took that as our queue to come on scene.
“Gentlemen, this is a closed scene” a voice said, turning to shoot us questioning looks.
“It’s okay, we’re from the FBI, I’m Agent Stan, this is my colleague Agent Lee,” I say flashing my fake badge, Sam following the lead.
“We didn’t call in the FBI,” another officer said.
“I’ll be honest, we were off duty and heard of the incident, wanted to see if we could help out.” I said, trying to ease the confusion.
“I’ll allow it,” one of the Sergeants on scene said, seeming to not care about the fight.
“So what’s happened? We’ve heard there’s been a string of homicides with no victims found?” Sam asked, pulling a notepad out of his pocket.
“Not a single one and this is abnormal for the city to have this many homicides in one year.” An officer, later introduced as Officer Hughes, explained the incident.
“Any leads on what is happening? Is any suspicious person found or any other activity that all the cases have had in common?”
“Well we did find something in each case that relates them together in some bizarre way. Each case has the same call for service. Caller calls in, advises of gunshots, hears people arguing, we get on scene and only one person is found. Aside from the callers, just one person is found. We handcuff them just for safety precautions but the majority of the time, we end up letting them go. In all my years I’ve worked in law enforcement, I’ve never seen anything like this. No definite suspect, no found victims. So we can’t fully rule them as homicides either because there is nobody.” Officer Hughes said.
“Well we might be here for a little while then so we can help out,” Sam said, trying to add a helping hand.
“That won’t be necessary gentlemen, we have enough people on this,” Officer Hughes said, dismissing us as he got back to his vehicle.
“Well that went well,” I said, sighing in exasperation.
“Come on, I bet if we head back to the police station, someone might be able to give us some information.” Sam said, settling into the passenger seat.
I grabbed a few supplies before I sat behind the wheel of my precious Baby and found the station was not too far from our motel. Pulling up, I find a parking space across the street from the building and Sam and I walk up the steps to the front doors of the station. It was the eerily morning hours, not too many people on the streets, the perfect time for people to commit crimes. Opening the large door, a young woman sat behind the desk, looking up at us when the door slammed behind us.
“Can I help you gentlemen?” She asks, eyes flitting between the two of us.
“Uh yeah, I’m Agent Stan, this is Agent Lee, we’re with the FBI,” I say and we both flash our badges.
“We were just on scene of the shooting by the Wayferer Motel and we weren’t able to get a lot of information. Do you think there’s anyone we can talk to about this?” Sam says, giving a small grim to the woman.
“Well given the fact that it's three in the morning, most people aren’t here and won’t be here until eight or so. Y’all might want to come back,” she says, looking back to her computer in front of her.
“Maybe you can help us. Do you know anything about the string of potential homicides that have been happening here lately?” I say, trying to turn on my charm as best as I could.
“No and even if I did, I’m not at liberty to discuss cases with anyone, even other law enforcement,” she says.
“Alright well, here’s my card, whenever someone is available, have them give me a call. You have a good rest of your morning,” I say, shooting the woman a wink.
The next morning, we headed back to the station to see if there was anyone we could talk to. “Good morning gentlemen, how can we help you?” Another lady at the front desk said as we walked to the window.
“Yeah we were here last night trying to see if we could talk to anyone about the shooting at the Wayfarer Motel.”
“Do you have any information about it?” The lady asked.
“No but we were on scene and we’re with the FBI,” Sam and I flashed our badges as soon as I said FBI.
“Let me call over to the detectives and see if we can’t find someone to come talk to y’all.”
“Thank you,” Sam says and we both start looking at the displays hung around the lobby.
“Agents.” A male in a black polo shirt and khaki pants with a badge around his neck walks to us and shakes our hands.
“I’m Detective Parker, follow me,” he says, leading us through a door and taking him into a room with a table and some chairs.
“So y’all were on the scene last night?” Detective Parker asked us.
“Yes we were staying at the hotel and we’ve heard about some of the incidents where someone is shot but there’s no body’s left,” Sam explains.
Detective Parker sighs and runs a hand down his face. “It made no sense as to what happens to the bodies after they’re shot. We have no answers and our citizens are getting frustrated as to why their family members’ bodies are not there to bury or cremate them.”
“And that’s why we’re here. Tell us everything you do know,” I say.
A few hours go by as we dive deep into the last weeks of the calls and cases from the City. I get up to go grab some coffee and stumble to an office where a bunch of ladies are sitting behind computers and answering phones.
“Well hello ladies,” I smirk to the room of beautiful women.
“Who are you?” One of them pipes up and asks.
“I’m Agent Stan of the FBI. I’m here helping with some of the shootings y’all have had here. Y’all know anything about those?” I ask.
“We heard about them but we don’t know anything. The guys don’t tell us anything, just what happened.” Another clerk said and she immediately caught my attention. She had long (y/h/c), bright (y/e/c) eyes, and she didn't bother looking at me much longer after that first comment. It seemed like she wasn’t impressed with me and that made me more intrigued by her.
“I see, is there anything you can tell me sweetheart?” I ask, trying to turn on my charm but again, she seemed unimpressed.
“That’s it now if you’ll excuse me, I have work to get back to,” she says, her tone harsh but I found it interesting.
“Pardon me ma’am,” I say using my best Southern voice but the look of annoyance on her face proved she couldn’t care less.
Most of the time, I can get away with some flirting with women, this one? She’ll be more of a challenge.”
“Agent Stan?” A voice called to me. I stand and follow him back to another room off set by the clerks area.
“So, what kind of leads do you have, if any?” He asked, Sammy was already in the room.
“Well, we kind of have a few ideas but you wouldn’t believe us,” I said, shooting a pointed look to my younger brother.
“Try me, I’ve been in this for a long time. I’ve heard just about everything,” the lead investigator on this and other shootings said.
“We think it might be a series of soul eaters” I say.
“What now?”
“Soul eaters, they are exactly what you think they are. Since all the bodies that have been killed here are basically hallowed out shells, we think there may be several around the area. Unfortunately, they are not easy to kill but we do know someone who can and can set the souls back to the bodies they were taken from,” I explained as rationally as I could but I knew it seemed crazy to those who were not used to hunting.
“Well that is definitely something I didn't expect to hear but it also isn’t the most out there answer I’ve heard either.”
“Alright, well let us call our guy and see what he says about it.” I say, giving a pointed look to the detective, wondering what other crazy things he’s seen but deciding not to ask.
I grab my phone out of my pocket and scroll down my contact until it stops on the name. I hate asking this guy for help but he’s our only source for this case so I push back my personal feelings and press the call button.
“Hello Dean,” his accented voice, full of entitlement, rang through my ear.”
“Ketch, we need your help,” I say.
“Well hello to you too,” he says and I can just hear the dumb grin on his face.
“Yeah hi, listen we’re out here in North Texas and we’re helping the local police on a case we think you may have experience in,” I say, getting straight to the point.
“Oh, where in Texas are you? My daughter happens to be out there and she works at a police department,” he says.
“Since when did you have a kid?” I ask.
“Oh, never mind that. Where am I going?”
“Wichita Falls.”
“That’s where my daughter lives!”
Oh crap, so Ketch’s offspring works at the police department here? Awesome.
A few hours later and we’re back at the scene of the crime. Ketch wanted the low down on what we’ve discovered up to this point so we decided to meet at the scene and go over what we know.
“So the bodies are never found?” Ketch asks.
“Nope they’re completely gone. Nothing is left behind but there’s always signs of some form of homicide,” Sam explains.
“And you lads are thinking its,” he trails off until I pipe in with our research.
“Soul eaters, except they’ve evolved so much over the years, they’re not just taking souls anymore.”
“Interesting, well you called the right person then,” Ketch says, standing up and heading to his car.
“So? What does that mean?” I say, Sammy and I quickly follow him.
“It means that I’ve seen it once before,” he said, Sam and I catching up with him.
“You have?” Sam asked.
“A long time ago, yes. It was a rather tragic event for the families but we were able to get the bodies back.”
“How?” I ask.
“Well it won't be easy but we have to…make a sacrifice of sorts,” he says, making his way back to his car. “Follow me back to the station and I’ll go over the details with detectives.”
We jump inside Baby and speed down the highway, much like Ketch had left. When we finally pulled back to the station, it was nearing five o’clock and a lot of the employees had been leaving for the day.
“Dad!” A female voice says, bounding over to Ketch and wrapping her arms around him.”
“(Y/N)!” he says, turning to the girl I noticed in the criminal investigation section earlier; no.
“Gents, I’d like for you to meet my daughter, (Y//N), (Y/N) this is Sam and Dean. They are friends of mine.”
“Oh the Winchesters? I thought you didn't like them?” She says and I chuckle; I like this girl.
“Well not at first, no, but we’ve all come to an agreement of sorts.”
“So, you’re Ketch’s daughter,” I say, looking at the woman.
“Not by blood. He adopted me when I was a kid. My bio parents died in a hunting accident when I was six and Ketch happened to be there, so he took me in,” she says.
“Well, we’re glad you’re here, (Y/N),” Sam says, reaching to shake her hand; I just nod at her.
I couldn’t believe it, even for a minute, I thought a girl related to Ketch was beautiful.
As our investigation went on, so did the opportunities for (Y/N) to show up unannounced, or so it seemed. Like, I thought she had a job at the department, but somehow she always ended up there, along with her Dad, to help assist us in our investigation. Not that I really minded her company but it was a little…odd.
“Don't you have something better to do?” I ask her as she’s going through some paperwork from the shooting.
She stopped flipping through the pages halfway between the pile and looked up to meet my gaze. “I’m helping on this case, y’all need some help sometimes, right?”
“Well yes but I thought you had another job to do?” I ask.
“I’m getting the feeling you don’t want me around Winchester,” she says, now more frustrated with me.
“I don’t care what you do,” I say, trying to play off how I was feeling underneath the surface. To be honest, I did care what she did. I barely know the girl but she’s getting under my skin and inside my head. What the hell is happening here I have no idea but all I know is I like being around her.
“Well clearly you do otherwise you wouldn’t be asking,” she says, raising an eyebrow in a challenging way.
Shit that wasn’t supposed to happen. I thought to myself so I did the best thing I knew to do; I walked away. I don’t know what my problem was but this had to stop. I couldn’t like Ketch’s daughter, her father is literally the biggest douche I’ve ever met so no way could I get involved with her. But the way she moved when she walked, swaying in the slightest way, her head held high like she owned the place. She didn’t look a thing like her Dad but there was more to her than that. She had that long (y/h/c) that flowed past her shoulders and down her back. It was just a little wavy and seemed to have more than one color in it but it suited her well. And those big beautiful (y/e/c) and a perfect smile to match. In just the few short days we were working this case, she has taken over every thought of mine so naturally, I didn’t like her.
“Dean, are you ready to go?!” Sam yells to me from the other room.
“Yeah,” I called back and grabbed my gear before meeting up with Sam, Ketch and (y/n). “What is she doing here?”
“She is here to help. Believe it or not gents, she does know about this life and has helped me out more than a time or two,” Ketch explained.
“As long as she stays out of the way,” I say, throwing a duffle bag into the trunk before making my way to the front. I could hear her huff in annoyance but I could care less.
We drove around town for a while, trying to find the supplies we were going to need for our “sacrifice” before we headed back to the motel where the last body was supposed to be. Gathering everything together, we followed Ketch’s instructions and then it was time for the dreaded part.
“So what exactly do we need to sacrifice?” Sam asks.
“Well, that’s where it can be rather difficult. We don’t need an entire person or thing to sacrifice, but we need the blood of the pure of heart,” Ketch explains.
“Who would that be?” I ask before following his eyes over to his daughter. Her face turned a bit pale, knowing her blood was going to be nearly drained from her body but she didn't hesitate.
“Tell me what I have to do,” she says.
“I know this won't be easy for you darling, but I will be right here the entire time,” Ketch says, attempting to comfort his child.
“Dad, I’m not a child, I can do this,” she says.
“I know but you are my child, my only child for that matter and I worry about you,” he says.
“This isn’t the first time I’ve put myself in a little bit of a difficult place for helping you out and I’m sure it won’t be the last,” (Y/N) says.
As much as I hate to admit it, she’s incredible for doing this and doing it more than just one time. I’m not saying I care about (y/n) or anything but this is going to be a risky task. She’s going to need to give a generous amount of blood for this sacrifice and to see she’s okay with going in without a second thought; it's admirable. It was almost as if we were in a hospital; we had a needle hooked up into her arm and tube after tube of blood was being drawn from her. I could tell it was making Ketch uncomfortable because it was his child, whether biologically or not, so I escorted him out of the room.
“Here, let’s go get a beer or something,” I say, clapping my hand on his shoulder and walking out.
“I’m sorry Dean, I just couldn't stand to see that much blood coming from my daughter,” Ketch says, sighing in defeat as we sat across one another at the map table in the Bunker.
“Hey, there’s no need to apologize. I’m worried about her, too,” I say.
A moment of silence passed between us before Ketch spoke again. “You care for her don’t you?”
“What? No, I don’t care for her!” I say, suddenly becoming defensive.
“You do; I can see it on your face. I’ve had the same look before and it does not go away so easily,” he says, frowning and dropping his eyes to the floor.
“Okay so what if I do? Is that so bad?” I ask.
“No it's not, but since this is my daughter we’re talking about, it does make a bit of difference.”
“Look Ketch, I would never hurt her,” I say, trying to explain what I hope I can do for his child.
“I know you wouldn’t, Dean. In fact, I’m not worried about her dating you, if that is what she wants. I am worried about this life; hunting. She has had some exposure to it but I try to shelter from it most of the time. If she’s around you, I’m afraid someone or something will get to her and there would be no point for my life to continue at that point.” Ketch was being really vulnerable and I was surprised to say the least, but I respected it. Sure, we had our issues trusting him in the past but this is his kid and right now, she is all that matters.
“Dad?” A groggy voice calls to the room.
“Hey kiddo, your Dad went to get you some supplies for when you woke up. We all became worried when you went whiter than a sheet but we managed to get you back. You’ve been sleeping for the last few hours cause you did lose a lot of blood but we’ve monitored you,” I saw, looking down at the young girl on the bed in front of me.
“So did you get enough blood for the spell?” She asks.
“That is nothing you need to worry about. We need you to get back on your feet,” I tell her.
“But you don't need anymore blood?” I chuckle at her, not being able to believe she’s been so concerned with this, but it makes sense.
“No, we don’t need any more blood.” She takes a giant sigh of relief and slumps back into her bed. I smile as I watch her for a moment before I get called.
“Hey Dean, we need your help out here,” Sam calls to me and just as I was about to tell (y/n) I notice she had fallen asleep.
“Okay,” I call back and look down at the young Men of Letters’ daughter and lean down to press my lips on her forehead.
“What do we got?” I say, walking into the main room where the map table sat.
“We have the ingredients for the spell,” Sam says, adding everything together in what looked like a witches cauldron and an ominous purplish hue shown from it. We head out to the coroner's office and find one of the bodies that had their souls taken out and we tip the head back and pour the liquid down the throat. From the esophagus, we could see the hue shining from under the skin and soon, another blinding light encapsulated the room.
“How do you know if it worked?” I say, looking down to the body that seemed no different than a few moments before.
Cass places his hand on the body’s forehead and his eyes closed. He seemed a bit bothered by something but then his expression softened and he opened his eyes again.
“The soul is in there; I’m positive.” He says.
For the rest of the bodies that turned up recently without a soul, we were able to restore each one and bring some closure to the families of the victims. We contacted the families and had them come and see the newness of the bodies of their loved ones. Most people would be against this but because these bodies had been violated, family members wanted to make sure they’re loved ones were being honored as best they could.
“Thank you for restoring my Russell,” a lady said, leaning over to kiss her deceased husband. No one could say a word but a curt nod was all that could be mustered from any of us. This is part of cases we don't get to see. We meet family but we rarely get to see much happiness after the person is gone. Who knew a soul returning to a body could do such a thing?
Back at the Bunker, I go back to check in on Y/N. She was sleeping and I couldn’t help but watch the sore and almost voided women below me. She seemed less pale then when we first got her out of the process of taking her blood for the spell but she still seemed..hollowed in some places. Like her eyes, they were pushed back into her face and her arms and legs seemed as though they didn't have any muscle. How much of her blood did we take?
“Hey you,” she whispers, her eyes slowly moving to look up at me. I couldn’t speak and wanted so badly to kiss her but the way her eyes suddenly changed, I knew something was off.
“You get the hell away from her,” I say, leaning away from who I thought was (y/n) but I know better.
“Aw Dean, why can't we be friends or more since you seem to be in love with (y/n)?” I knew the voice well and just as I thought, (y/n)’s face morphed into him.
“You’re a real bag of dicks, you know that?” I say.
“Yes Dean, I’m aware of how you feel about me and I can’t believe you let this kid distract you from dealing with Daddy dearest,”
I hold back from killing The Trickster here and now and give him an opportunity to explain himself, against my better judgment.
“Well good ol’ Dad decided to send me to try and get you back on track. To bring something close to you to just take it away again.
“What the hell did you do to her?” I say, growing more and more irate.
“Oh relax, she’s fine, she’s just…tied up at the moment.” he says.
“I swear to God I will kill you if you hurt her,”
“Really? I think I can rearrange that since he’s my Father and all,” he says and freezes when I beg for her life again.
“Please, don’t hurt her. She’s all Ketch has anymore.”
“Yes but you don't like him either so why does it matter what happens to (y/n)?”
“Because we all need her on our team; she’s vital to helping solve cases.”
“Are you sure it isn't more than that?” A third voice says, coming into view.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
“Dean?” A small voice rang out into the silence that had surrounded me in the room. I don’t know how I ended up here but I do know, it wasn’t easy.
“Hey kiddo, you’re okay, it’s all over,” I say, looking over to her. She was much better now, away from the pain of blood being drained from her body, no longer in fear of who may be lurking around the corner.
“What do you mean?” She asks.
“Chuck, he's gone. Dead actually.” I say, still not fully believing it myself.
“You killed God?” She asks, a look of disbelief playing across her delicate features
“Well, not exactly. We killed the vessel Chuck but God himself, he swore he would leave the Earth and not bother Sam or I or anyone we love ever again.
“Oh, so, he can still come back though?”
“No, he can’t. Because I….” My words fade from my vocal cords and I cannot process any thought rushing through my mind at a million miles a second. This was it, this was why I did what I did. Her. She is the reason why Chuck is dead and God is permanently leaving us alone.
“I love you. I know it hasn’t been too long since you’ve been around us or me but I can’t help it. I love you and I want you to know that you are the reason God will leave us alone. If it wasn’t for you, we probably would still be fighting him and there wouldn’t be any peace….we’re free. Sam and I are free after all this time. We finally get to relax and be free to fight for people without having to look over our shoulders everywhere we go because I love you and he will leave us alone now because you are someone I love and….I’m free.” And for the first time in I don’t know how many years, I cried. Not just a small cry, a complete breakdown level of a cry. I guess I had years of pent up agony of having to fight and defend those whom I’ve loved finally come to a boiling point. (Y/N) did the one thing I needed in that moment, something I’ve lacked for many years; affection. She wrapped her arms around me, as tightly as she could, and held me close to her as sobs racked through my entire body. I began to shake violently and all she did was bring me in closer, run her fingers through my hair, and continuously try and shush me in that sweet, comforting way Mom’s do. I’m not sure how long we sat like that but we did until I was silent again. I slowly look up at her, through the tears still sitting in my eyes, and she runs her thumb right under my eye.
“You okay?” She asks, looking at me in a concerning fashion.
“I think so,” my voice was no higher than a whisper because I couldn’t trust myself. I surprised myself with the fact I cried as much as I did but I felt better.
“I love you too,” she says suddenly.
“You do?” I say, disbelief prominent on my face.
“I know it isn't long either, but I do have some pull to you and I cannot deny it. You are the only reason I’m here. I love my Dad, I really do but you are the one who I get up for day and day again. You are the one who protects me like no other. You are the one I want to keep giving blood away for whatever spells or anything else you need. I love your smile, your eyes, your laugh, the way you grumble about anything and everything because you’re getting older but it just melts my heart and I’ve never felt this for anyone.”
It may have seemed like a rather chick flick movie thing for me to do, and believe me, I kicked myself for it, but I couldn’t help it; I had to kiss her. Because for once, someone loved me and there was no way I was going to lose her. Well, aside from the traditional ways of losing someone but there wouldn’t be a douche who tries to take her away, which is way better anyways. Her lips felt so soft and natural when she kissed me and all I wanted to do was kiss her from now on. Who am I turning into? Maybe I’m finally able to learn what its like to care about someone and have someone care for me when in the past, we would have never gotten together or even thought about it but things with Ketch have been different and he hasn’t been after us too much since Chuck started. Now, I somehow ended up falling for his daughter.
“Oh, shit, damn it,” I say, pulling back from our kiss.
“What’s wrong?” She says. “I’m sure you’ve done this before,” she jokes.
“No, I mean yes of course but, you.” I say.
“Me?”
“You’re Ketch’s daughter.”
“We’ll he’s my adopted Dad,” she comments.
“Yeah but he still raised you. What is he going to think of this, of us?” I say, motioning between us.
“He won’t care.”
“Are you sure? I mean we've been fighting with him for years and we just got him on our side.”
“Dean, you’re overreacting. He just wants my happiness. He’s just going to have to deal with it being with you,” she says.
“Fine, then I say we need to tell him and everyone else about us before anything else happens between us.”
She suddenly gets up from where we were sitting in the common room and I jump up to follow her.
“Where are we going?” I say when I catch up with her.
“To tell my Dad.”
“Really?” I ask, not believing she wants to do this now but she stops and grabs my face and kisses me, for a long time.
“Really,” She says after she lets me breathe again.
I follow her into the other room where we see Sam and Ketch at the map table, Sam with a book in his hands and Ketch scrolling through his phone.
“Dad?” (Y/N) says when we are in hearing distance.
“Yeah sweetheart?” Ketch responds, looking up from his phone.
“I’m in love with Dean,” she says with such ease, it brings a smile to my face.
“Oh I know,” he says and goes back to his phone.
“Wait, you know? How?” I ask.
“Because, I see the way you look at her, Dean. And (y/n), I heard you talking to Sam about it.”
“Wait, Sammy, you knew how she felt about me?”
“Yes,”
“Then why didn’t you tell me?” I ask.
“She asked me not to,” he says.
“So you’re okay with this?” (Y/N) asks Ketch.
“If he makes you happy, then I’m okay with it.”
“But you hurt her Dean and I swear,” Ketch threatens me.
“Don’t worry man, I couldn’t hurt her. She’s the best thing that ever came out of a perfect storm.”
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Marion County Record publishes in defiance of police raid — and gets seized property back - Kansas Reflector
Marion County Record staff worked through the night to publish the paper’s weekly edition as scheduled Wednesday, days after police raided the newsroom and confiscated computers, cellphones and other items.
A single word screamed across the top of the paper in 200-point bold type — “SEIZED” — followed by a defiant statement: “… but not silenced.”
Authorities returned property taken by police during Friday’s raid but said they would continue to investigate whether a newspaper reporter had committed a crime by verifying information from a confidential source.
Eric Meyer, the owner and publisher of the newspaper, said it was important the newspaper prevail in this First Amendment fight.
“This just couldn’t stand,” Meyer said. “If it did, it would be the end of people ever being able to send anything anonymously to a newspaper. It would be the end of news organizations ever pursuing any sort of controversial story.”
Marion Police Chief Gideon Cody and his officers executed a search warrant last week at the newspaper office, Meyer’s home and a councilwoman’s home. The action attracted international attention — and contributed to the death of Meyer’s 98-year-old mother, who spent her final hours in anguish over the raid. Funeral services are planned for Saturday.
Meyer said his mother would be pleased by the outpouring of support the newspaper has received in recent days. That includes 2,000 new subscriptions for a newspaper that previously had a circulation of about 4,000.
As distribution staff waited for bundles of newspapers to arrive Wednesday morning from the press in Hutchinson, they handled an unrelenting stream of phone calls from people interested in purchasing a subscription. The calls came from New Hampshire, Florida, New Mexico, New York, Michigan, Texas, Vermont, Germany, Massachusetts, Illinois and Montana. ...
... Dennis Calvert drove from Wichita to purchase a six-month subscription. A U.S. Navy veteran who served on a nuclear submarine in the 1970s, he said many people have died to protect the kind of rights that Marion police violated when they raided the newspaper office.
“What the PD did here, in my opinion, from what I know, they are ****ing out of line,” Calvert said. “They are totally off the ****ing board. They’ve lost their morals, man.”
“It just shoves a burr up my butt,” he added. “This is the kind of stuff, it shouldn’t be tolerated. In my opinion, right now, the police chief should be sitting over here in the jail.”
#First Amendment#Freedom of the Press#Liberties#Journalism#Law#WELL DONE!!!#kansas#bad cops no doughnuts#EVIL#manslaughter#corruption#crime#OMFG#WTAF
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A Texas murder defendant told a judge last week that she could probably make a lowered bond with funds from her OnlyFans account, provided she can convince the adult site to unlock the funds.
But 30th District Judge Jeff McKnight, who lowered Ashley Esselborn’s bond from $1 million to $100,000 in July, denied her request to take it down to $50,000, KFDX reported.
Esselborn, 21, is one of four people charged with the brutal beating death of 23-year-old Zachary Woods on May 20.
Payton Collier, 28, is behind bars on a $500,000 bond, William Bell, 28, posted a $200,000 bond, and Ronnie Lang, 18, pleaded guilty and was sentenced to 50 years in prison. Esselborn, Collier, and Bell have all been offered plea deals, the district attorney’s office said.
Wichita Falls police described the murder as “a massive bloodletting event.” They said Collier told them Lang and Bell attacked Wood with a bat and hands and feet; Bell said Lang wielded the bat. Collier said that Esselborn, Bell’s girlfriend, did not participate in the assault but stood to the side cheering on Lang and Bell and shouting to Wood about missing “stuff” (allegedly drugs).
According to police, Esselborn’s statement admitted being at the home when Wood was attacked, although she intimated that Lang was solely responsible, saying she and Bell left and came back. She also said that she and Bell had discarded bloody items from the scene.
A cooperating witness told police that she overheard Esselborn bragging that she hadn’t gone to jail immediately after the assault although she “put hands” on Wood that night. The witnesses statement led to Esselborn’s arrest four days after the assault. The other three were arrested earlier.
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KANSAS CAN YOU REJOIN THE REST OF INTELLIGENT SOCIETY FINALLY: A dying US cancer patient used cannabis to ease pain. His hospital called the police
The Guardian: A dying US cancer patient used cannabis to ease pain. His hospital called the police.
Hospital staff in Kansas called the police on a man dying of cancer who was using cannabis products to cope with his symptoms, in an incident that has since sparked outrage and renewed calls to rethink the state’s strict cannabis laws.
The encounter took place in mid-December, when police in the city of Hays say two officers showed up at the cancer patient’s hospital room to issue him a citation for a drug violation. Police also took away a vaping device and cannabis product that hospital staff had already confiscated.
While the police department later dropped the citation, which would have required the cancer patient to appear in court, reports of the incident fueled debate over the continued criminalization of cannabis in Kansas, one of the three US states that has not legalized the product in any context.
While he was glad the charge against his father was dropped, Lee Bretz, the patient’s son, said the incident was “humiliating” for his father and left him “pretty upset”.
His father, who has terminal, inoperable cancer, was issued a “must appear” citation for drug possession, Bretz said. “He can’t make it to court. He’s bedridden. He can’t move his legs.”
“You’d think they would have shown a lot of compassion and not done anything,” his son said of the officers who responded to the incident.
A spokesperson for the Hays medical center in Hays, Kansas, did not immediately respond to requests for comment.
Greg Bretz, the 69-year-old cancer patient, initially told an opinion columnist for the Wichita Eagle that he was “flat on my back” in his hospital bed, and that he had been using a vaping device and eating some THC paste on bread to cope with the symptoms of his disease.
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Police, for a second time in 26 hours, rushed to the Georgia home of Republican Rep. Marjorie Taylor Greene on Thursday for another false shooting report, authorities said.
A person, calling him or herself "Wayne Greene," reached out electronically to a suicide crisis center to report gunfire at 2:53 a.m., police in Rome, Georgia, said.
Greene is married with three children, but none of those immediate family members are named "Wayne."
"The person who made the call through the chat advised that they 'came out as trans-gender and claimed they shot the family," according to a Rome police report. "They also claimed, If anyone tried to stop me from shooting myself, will shoot them.' They advised 'they would be waiting for us.'"
A responding officer spoke to Greene at her door and "alerted her with the reason why we were there," police said.
Greene has a long history of antagonizing the LGBTQ community and its supporters, recently backing a proposal to ban gender-affirming care for transgender minors.
This was the second time Greene was targeted with a fake call in as many days.
A 911 call placed at 1:03 a.m. on Wednesday prompted officers in Rome, about 70 miles northwest of Atlanta, to respond to Greene’s home because of “a subject being shot multiple times,” police said.
Making a false report of a crime in progress just to draw police to the scene is known as "swatting."
Even though Thursday’s swatting incident came via an electronic chat, rather than a telephone call, police said they had no choice but to act immediately.
“We do take these calls seriously,” Assistant Chief Debbie Burnett said in a statement to NBC News. “It is a shame people don’t understand the gravity of this type of action.”
Both everyday Americans and celebrities have been swatting victims, with the most infamous incident happening in December 2017 as Wichita, Kansas, police officers fatally shot a man whose home was falsely implicated in a shooting.
An Ohio gamer, upset about a $1.50 bet while he was playing “Call of Duty: WWII” online, was sentenced to 15 months in prison for recruiting a prankster to make the deadly, bogus emergency call.
In the past decade, entertainers such as Tom Cruise, Ryan Seacrest, Justin Timberlake, Selena Gomez, Sean “Diddy“ Combs and Rihanna have all been targeted with hoax police reports.
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Officer Bruce Benaway of Wichita Police with his 1977 Plymouth Fury
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Edward J. "Eddie" Adams (1887-November 22, 1921) was a notorious American criminal and murderer in the Midwest.
Early life
Edward J. "Eddie" Adams was born in 1887 on a farm in Hutchinson, Kansas as W .J. Wallace. His father died when he was young, and his mother remarried, setting the stage for a lifetime of psychological problems. Eddie had a strong disdain for his stepfather, as well as for physical labor.
He moved to Wichita, Kansas in the early 1900s. There he quickly became involved in bootlegging, petty robberies, and car theft.
Adams was a charismatic fellow who attracted a long line of criminal hangers-on and loose ladies. His wife left him after growing weary of his illegal activities and infidelities.
He soon formed his own gang and began committing bank and train robberies throughout Kansas, Missouri and Iowa, eventually earning the reputation as the premier bandit in the Midwest by the early days of Prohibition.
Murder & Kansas City
In 1920, Adams attempted a daylight robbery against a notorious Kansas City gambling den on Grand Avenue.
However, a shootout between the bandits and tough employees of the illegal casino would result in the death of gambler.
Identified as the gunman, Adams was sentenced to life imprisonment in February 1921.
Midwest crime spree
While being transported to the Missouri State Prison in Jefferson City, Missouri, Adams escaped custody after jumping off the train and within several days he was involved in the robbery of a bank and general store in Cullison, Kansas on February 11, 1921.
He was captured near Garden Plain by a posse six days later after wrecking a stolen car under a bridge. Convicted of bank robbery, Adams was sentenced to serve 10 to 30 years at the Kansas State Prison in Lansing, in addition to his life sentence in Missouri for murder.
On August 13, Adams once again successfully escaped imprisonment after sabotaging the prison power plant and scaling the Lansing's prison walls during the night.
The fugitive and other escapees would elude capture from state authorities and eventually formed a gang.
By September of that year, the gang robbed around $10,000 from banks in Rose Hill and Haysville, Kansas. During the Haysville robbery, Adams pistol-whipped an 82-year-old for no apparent reason, who later died of a fractured skull.
On October 8, police attempted to trap the gang near Anoly, Kansas, however the gang managed to escape after a gunfight. The gang was spotted eleven days later after stealing $500 in silver from a bank in Osceola, Iowa and, following another attempt by a posse to apprehend the gang near Murrey, killed C.J. Jones before escaping in a stolen car.
Heading for Wichita, the gang's crime spree continued robbing 11 stores in Muscotah, Kansas and abducting and later robbing two motorcycle officers outside Wichita, where their motorcycles were set on fire.
Back in Wichita, on November 5, 1921, Adams shot and killed a Patrolman in cold blood. The motive behind the killing was said to be a mutual love interest who had chosen the company of the officer over the outlaw.
The gang then committed their most successful robbery with the theft of $35,000 after robbing a Santa Fe express train near Ottawa, Kansas.
Downfall
On the evening of November 20, Adams, along with others and two alleged prostitutes, were joyriding around Wichita.
Two motorcycle policeman pulled over the vehicle carrying Adams when a shot came from the vehicle - it is unknown whether the shot was fired by Adams or someone else in the vehicle - killing a patrolman. The outlaws sped away and fled south into Cowley County.
Later that night the trio ran out of gas and stopped at a farm, where Adams attempted to steal a vehicle from a farmer. When the farmer resisted, Adams shot and killed him. Adams took the car and returned to Wichita in the stolen car.
The next day, Adams went to the house of a local thug only to find two officers waiting. Adams shot one officer non-fatally while the other policeman hid under a bed. Adams once again escaped.
He hid out until the funeral of a fallen officer on November 22, where he assumed the bulk of the police force would be present. He had planned to rent a car to leave town for good, but the proprietor of the garage recognized him and contacted police.
Three officers arrived on the scene. Adams shot at them, fatally wounding a detective. One officer hiding behind a pillar, shot Adams three times and killed him.
Eddie Adams' body was publicly displayed in the City Undertaking Parlor in a grisly celebration of the end of a reign of terror. More than 9,000 people viewed the slain outlaw.
In the end, 18 people were arrested as accomplices and hangers-on of Adams. Four were sent to the Kansas Penitentiary.
Adams, dead at age 34, was attributed with seven murders, including three Wichita policemen, in just a little over 14 month's time. He wounded at least a dozen others.
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Three police officers showed up at Hays Medical Center to seize the 69-year-old vape and THC paste
HAYS, Kan. — Police raided a terminally ill Kansas man’s hospital room because he allegedly used a weed vape and THC paste to ease the symptoms of the cancer that will kill him within weeks.
On Dec. 16, Hays, Kansas police raided the hospital room of 69-year-old Greg Bretz, who is suffering from terminal cancer, after a hospital worker at Hays Medical Center caught him vaping marijuana, KSNF reports.
Bretz said he has been vaping, as well as eating THC paste with bread, to relieve symptoms of his condition since being hospitalized roughly three weeks ago.
Bretz is in the final stages of terminal, inoperable cancer and told The Wichita Eagle that he most often lies “flat on his back” in his hospital bed and can’t stand up without being assisted. Bretz told the Kansas City Star that his doctor told him to use whatever was necessary to relieve his pain, including products containing THC — the active ingredient in cannabis.
Police told Bretz that his vaping device could potentially be a fire hazard, due to the presence of oxygen in the room. In many vaping devices, puffing activates the battery-powered heating device, which vaporizes the liquid in the cartridge or reservoir for inhalation.
Bretz was cited for drug possession and is set to appear in court after the new year on Jan. 2, 2023.
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weekly fic recs | 23
fandoms: aftg, bnha, bsd, hq, mdzs
aftg
the icarus to your certainty by sinistercacophony
(explicit)
Andrew knows how to get what he wants. He knows how to ask, how to indicate boundaries, and how to stab someone in the gut if they choose to ignore those boundaries. That’s really all he’s ever needed. He doesn’t let men touch him. He doesn’t let people get close enough to try.
Except Neil.
Except he wants Neil. In ways he’s never wanted anyone before. Never trusted anybody before.
catoptromancy by sandersea (SHCombatalade)
Neil Josten dyes his hair the color of mud in a hotel bathroom outside of Wichita. Nathaniel Wesninski sneers at him from the mirror.
bnha
Internet Enemies by cassiopeia721
At school, Midoriya Izuku is ignored at best. At home, he's raised by a single mother who seems to be always taking night shifts, and who he communicates with almost exclusively through notes on lunch boxes and texts lying about his location. As such, Midoriya Izuku turns to the internet— or more specifically, an All Might fan server on discord— for companionship. Like most things in his life, it goes wrong eventually. It just takes longer than usual.
won't you show your moves to me by vain_flower
(explicit)
Bakugou Katsuki has been frequenting a BDSM club with little luck finding the right kind of dom.
Enter Midoriya Izuku, the kink veteran who knows just how he deserves to be treated.
bsd
The Heart of Your Murderer by full_moon_pills
“Dazai,” Ranpo interrupts. “You do the emergency surgery.”
He’d foolishly believed no one would make him do these things anymore—that he was free.
or: Dazai is forced to operate on Poe, and unwanted memories arise.
force of destiny (series) by setosdarkness
(mature)
simply put, a killer!dazai x police!chuuya, post-canon reincarnation AU ♥
hq
The Loyalty of a Traitor by DeathBelle
(explicit) (graphic depictions of violence)
Iwaizumi Hajime was an undercover officer with a single objective: Infiltrate the Seijoh Syndicate of the Yakuza and tear them down from the inside out. His primary target was the boss, Oikawa Tooru. The job itself was simple enough, until Iwaizumi got in too deep and absconded not only from the mission, but from the city itself.
Now, two years later, he’s dragged back into Tokyo’s unsavory underworld. A grisly string of murders is plaguing the city, and the culprits are most definitely Yakuza. The problem is discovering which Syndicate is responsible, and Iwaizumi – the leading expert on Yakuza affairs – is the man most suited for the job.
Despite his determination to stay away from Tokyo – and from Oikawa – Iwaizumi finds himself right back in the middle of Seijoh, and it feels a lot more like home than he’d care to admit.
and it may be foolish to fall as i do by orphan_account
(explicit)
There's a trampoline in the middle of the courtyard across from Kuroo's first class.
mdzs
falling like feathers and cherry blossoms by silversshadow
When Mo XuanYu is sent home in disgrace, the last thing he expects is to find out that he now has a younger brother.
AKA, the one where Wei Ying reincarnates as Mo Ying.
#some thirsty fics in here huh#i swear im not doing this on purpose#weekly fic recs#no prompt#aftg fic recs#bnha fic recs#bsd fic recs#hq fic recs#mdzs fic recs
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Gas Station
I was driving in my car today and I drove past this little rundown gas station. I mean two gas pumps, bars on the windows, scratched up paint and two white Cadillacs out front and it reminded me of the day that I saw my mother in jail for the first time we left our house on the south side of town. It was a cute house inside until my mother Decided she wanted to paint it every color under the sun. It had its moment charm and the characteristics. I know today that is completely remodeled and gutted out all those memories washed away probably for the better. I mean she destroyed this house but that’s what meth does to you, makes you think that you want all these beautiful colors inside your home so you don’t feel the dark and desolate in your head. That day I remember walking out of the house, walking down the concerts stairs and walking down the street we had a brand new car but the man that my mother was sleeping with decided he wasn’t going to drive us a ride to see my mother because he had more important things to do with his pregnant wife, who was also sleeping on our couch. So we walked outside into the burning heat of the south side of Wichita and it’s the ghetto I really will tell you there were meth labs on every corner and rundown little motels. It wasn’t a place that you would necessarily want to raise your kids. We walk down the street under the underpass of the highway. We walked into the little gas station on the corner also run down and bars on the windows. We had my mother food stamp card for the first time ever since she was in jail, we walked into the gas station and we bought us all mini little danishes and honey buns, and all the things that we wanted but we weren’t able to have. We walked back out into the summer heat and we walked down the street, it felt like forever. It was only forty five minutes but as a young kid it felt like hours block after block in that heat to the jail. I remember walking in and they told me I had to take everything off. I wasn’t too sure about the because as a kid you’re not expected to be treated as a criminal but I guess I should’ve expected that from the raid when I woke up to the guns in my face and the annoyingly bright lights. I had no clothes but the police officer told me to get out of bed anyways. I did as I was told and took my things off and I stood there. It was cold. The air made me wish I could step back out into the heat for a moment to warm up. Everything was metal it was so colorless. They finally called us back after waiting for about thirty minutes and I remember seeing her in that orange jumpsuit through the glass. She was crying as my mother does. I’m sure I’m manipulation tactic. She said I’m so happy to see you and then followed it up with where is Bruce the man she was sleeping with. I knew that day that my mother didn’t care about the kids that she created she only cared about the man who brought love or what she thought was love into her life. She didn’t care to see our confused and discomforted faces, she didn’t care about what her children thought about her being behind glass and not being able to touch us. She didn’t care about if we were sleeping or being fed. She didn’t care about where we were living or the if the state was coming into take us away to foster care. She only cared about that man and wondering where he was. We said he wouldn’t bring us and that he needed the car to transporting his wife around. My heart broke that day. I realize that day that my mother wasn’t a mother and I should’ve realized it a long time before that. Now here we are 25 driving past a gas station and reminiscing about how the woman that gave me life never gave a fuck about me.
v.henry
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From July 2023:
By the third week of the exhibit’s run, Mark Arts, which hosts frequent large-scale private events inside its gallery and brings in community members who do not typically engage with contemporary visual art, began to receive complaints. Those upset with works in the exhibition — which featured content warnings at the entrance — reportedly yelled at, berated, and threatened art center staff. The sources of upset were artworks that acknowledged, among other things, that lesbian relationships, pregnancy loss, sex work, and sexual assault exist.
In early May, the logos of the exhibition’s lead sponsors, the Koch Family Foundation and Cox Communications, disappeared from the show’s title wall. A police officer appeared at the venue during public hours to offer security.
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Mission Accomplished: From Senior Airman To “Grounds Guy”
After serving as a Senior Airman with the U.S. Air Force, Jeff Baker now ironically wears the title of “Grounds Guy.” But though his career is now more down-to-earth, the leadership experience, skills, and discipline he acquired in the Air Force serve him equally well in owning a successful landscape business, The Grounds Guys of East Wichita.
With four years as a Security Forces Member, Baker was deployed to Operation Southern Watch, spending several months in Kuwait and Saudi Arabia. These assignments provided a unique set of skills that would prove invaluable to his career today. An experience during his Kuwait deployment, in which he and his fellow service members were uncertain about their return home due to the emerging threat of an unknown terrorist act (ultimately the tragic events of 9/11), taught him the importance of organizing thoughts and moving forward despite uncertainty.
After the Air Force, Baker served as a police officer in El Dorado, KS, as a Patrol Sergeant. But by 2013, Baker was ready for a new mission. His motivation for transitioning into franchising with The Grounds Guys, a Neighborly company, was fueled by a desire for a fresh challenge and the opportunity to build a successful business. The discipline and focus instilled by the military, including the ability to stick to the plan, adapt when necessary, and prioritize mission success, have been key contributors to Baker’s success as a business owner.
Running a lawn care business comes with its share of challenges, spanning areas like overhead, production, and maintaining business momentum. Baker’s method for cutting through these weeds lies in his unique mindset and perspective. His journey as a small business owner stands as testament not only to his unwavering dedication but the immense value of the skills, mindset, and leadership traits that veterans bring to the business world. His extensive list of accolades awarded through The Grounds Guys includes:
Franchise of the Year for 20221 Million Benchmark in 2021Pioneer Award in 2021Excellence in Leadership in 2018 and 2021President’s Choice Award 2020Top Gun recognition 2017, 2019, 2022, and 2023Personal Achievement Award in 2016 and 2018Builder Award in 2016 and 2017Shining Star Award 2016
These awards highlight his outstanding contributions and dedication to excellence in his role as a franchise owner. He envisions scaling his business to a 5 to 6-million-dollar operation and transitioning into a semi-absentee ownership role in the future.
Baker’s story serves as an inspiring example for those venturing on a similar path, driven by his resilience and steadfast commitment to success. For military veterans considering a career in small business ownership especially in the landscape space, Baker offers a valuable piece of advice: approach franchising like following a military model. Hit the ground running and don’t stop until you’ve achieved your goals!
On this Veterans’ Day, a special thank you to all who served!
Read more at:
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Project EverGreen Announces Officers & Board; SnowCare For Troops Awareness Week
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A former Kansas police officer has been sentenced to 23 1/2 years in prison for a series of sexual assaults committed while he was an officer.
Todd W. Allen, 52, pleaded guilty in April to 12 felony sex crime charges and five breach of privacy charges. Prosecutors said the sexual assaults involving 10 female victims, including a 15-year-old girl, occurred while Allen was a Hutchinson police officer.
Allen was arrested on Aug. 17, 2022, and was initially charged with 24 counts, including 17 felonies. He was sentenced on Monday.
Prosecutors said Allen stopped vehicles carrying the victims and ordered them out of their cars, claiming he wanted to question them about drugs. He then took them to the back of the car and assaulted them, The Hutchinson News reported.
The invasion of privacy charges alleged Allen looked through windows at victims' homes. He committed those crimes while he was a security guard after he left the police department in 2019.
Allen’s lawyer, Chrystal Lee Krier of Wichita, argued that he should be sentenced to probation, because he had never previously been in trouble with the law and because he used only his fingers while assaulting the victims. She called him a "model member of the community."
Senior Assistant District Attorney Kimberly Rodebaugh spoke of how all the victims, including those who had Allen look into their windows, remained terrified until he was caught and suffered emotional trauma despite a lack of physical injuries.
Allen apologized, saying he had not thought about the mental issues that his victims would face.
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Events 10.2
829 – Theophilos succeeds his father Michael II as Byzantine Emperor.
939 – Battle of Andernach: Otto I, Holy Roman Emperor, crushes a rebellion against his rule, by a coalition of Eberhard of Franconia and other Frankish dukes.
1263 – The Battle of Largs is fought between Norwegians and Scots.
1470 – The Earl of Warwick's rebellion forces King Edward IV of England to flee to the Netherlands, restoring Henry VI to the throne.
1552 – Russo-Kazan Wars: Russian troops enter Kazan.
1780 – American Revolutionary War: John André, a British Army officer, is hanged as a spy by the Continental Army.
1789 – The United States Bill of Rights is sent to the various States for ratification.
1835 – Texas Revolution: Mexican troops attempt to disarm the people of Gonzales, but encounter stiff resistance from a hastily assembled militia.
1864 – American Civil War: Confederates defeat a Union attack on Saltville, Virginia. A massacre of wounded Union prisoners ensues.
1870 – By plebiscite, the citizens of the Papal States accept annexation by the Kingdom of Italy.
1920 – Ukrainian War of Independence: Mikhail Frunze orders the Red Army to immediately cease hostilities with the Revolutionary Insurgent Army of Ukraine.
1928 – The "Prelature of the Holy Cross and the Work of God", commonly known as Opus Dei, is founded.
1937 – Rafael Trujillo orders the execution of Haitians living in the border region of the Dominican Republic.
1942 – World War II: Ocean Liner RMS Queen Mary accidentally rams and sinks HMS Curacoa, killing over 300 crewmen aboard Curacoa.
1944 – World War II: German troops end the Warsaw Uprising.
1958 – Guinea declares its independence from France.[
1967 – Thurgood Marshall is sworn in as the first African-American justice of the United States Supreme Court.[18]
1968 – Mexican President Gustavo Díaz Ordaz orders soldiers to suppress a demonstration of unarmed students, ten days before the start of the 1968 Summer Olympics.
1970 – An aircraft carrying the Wichita State University football team, administrators, and supporters crashes in Colorado, killing 31 people.
1971 – South Vietnamese President Nguyen Van Thieu is re-elected in a one-man election.
1971 – British European Airways Flight 706 crashes near Aarsele, Belgium, killing 63.
1980 – Michael Myers becomes the first member of either chamber of Congress to be expelled since the Civil War.
1990 – Xiamen Airlines Flight 8301 is hijacked and lands at Guangzhou, where it crashes into two other airliners on the ground, killing 132.
1992 – Military police storm the Carandiru Penitentiary in São Paulo, Brazil during a prison riot. The resulting massacre leaves 111 prisoners dead.
1996 – Aeroperú Flight 603 crashes into the ocean near Peru, killing all 70 people on board.
1996 – The Electronic Freedom of Information Act Amendments are signed by U.S. President Bill Clinton.
2002 – The Beltway sniper attacks begin in Washington, D.C., extending over three weeks and killing 10 people.
2004 – The first parkrun, then known as the Bushy Park Time Trial, takes place in Bushy Park, London, UK.
2006 – Five Amish girls are murdered in a shooting at a school in Pennsylvania, United States.
2007 – President Roh Moo-hyun of South Korea goes to North Korea for an Inter-Korean summit with North Korean leader Kim Jong-il.
2016 – Ethiopian protests break out during a festival in the Oromia region, killing dozens of people.
2018 – The Washington Post journalist Jamal Khashoggi is assassinated in the Saudi consulate in Istanbul, Turkey.
2019 – A privately-owned Boeing B-17 Flying Fortress conducting a living history exhibition flight crashes shortly after takeoff from Windsor Locks, Connecticut, killing seven.
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