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chelseareferenced · 2 years

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Second Chances (Abe x Y/N)

Spoilers for ISWM again, Mark seemed to really like making me cry with Space Part 2.

Also writing this had me crying at one point and there’s some throw back lines to Chapter 4 of my old Partner series

Y/n didn’t feel bad at all for leaving The Narrator to fight… whatever the hell that was at the window. They had a hunch that it was the thing that had pretended to be Dark and Yancy to get them to open the door but they were glad that a wormhole pulled them away.

When the world went black, white and grey Y/n first thought they had been dragged back into the noir setting that had occurred when they took Burt’s advice and popped ‘er in reverse.

That was until they heard an all too familiar voice monologuing behind them.

Y/n felt their heart almost stop and their eyes widen at the sight of the man monologuing. It was a man they knew very well, but one they had not seen in so many years.

I knew they were there. I could feel their baby grey eyes boring holes into the back of my skull like a power drill. I knew I’d have to turn around and face them eventually, it’s not every day a giant grey hole appears in the middle of your office and dumps the most beautiful and/or handsome person into… the middle of your office.

Abe Lincoln.

The Detective.

The last time they saw him was that fateful confrontation on the balcony with the Colonel. They had watched him die right before their eyes.

“Abe…?”

He tilted his head, not a single flicker of recognition in those eyes of his, eyes that they knew were brown underneath this universal noir filter. “have we met before? I would remember a face as beautiful and/or handsome as yours…”

“Abe it’s me, come on you remember your old pal Y/n…”

Something about those words felt familiar as their voice wavered and fresh tears began to well up in their eyes “please Abe this isn’t f-funny anymore… it’s n-not a j-joke…” Memories began to pour into their head, some of them where Y/n’s and other memories seemed to be coming from other places. But all they knew was that their heart was breaking as they cried.

Abe just stood there, not really knowing what to do at the sight of this person crying in the middle of his office. They knew his name and something did seem familiar about them, he just couldn’t put his finger on it.

But something was certain, he didn’t like seeing this person crying. It hurt seeing this stranger cry. It was a sharp pain. Like he had just been shot. Slowly, almost awkwardly he reached out and placed a hand on their shoulder. “Hey… are you alright?”

The second that question was asked he almost saw their form shift. They went from wearing a jumpsuit that had Captain written on it to old formal looking clothes, their eyes seemed so much older than they appeared to be. Older and exhausted. It looked like they hadn’t slept in decades, they were running on something that only Abe couldn’t see. “No… I’m not alright Abe, I’m so tired… Please remember me… I’ve looked for you and you were never there, only people who looked like you”

Their voice was hoarse from the crying but it sounded almost defeated, like whatever they had been doing to try and ‘find him’ had taken its toll after however long they had been doing it. “Listen… I may not remember who you are, but it’s clear that you need some help and some rest, I know what it’s like, to drive yourself to the brink trying to track someone die, why don’t you stay a while?”

That seemed to make them cry even more “That’s the thing though! I don’t know how long I can stay!” They held out their hand, revealing a glowing blue crystal - wait blue? Not grey? Abe shook his head a little, trying to clear his head. No it was still blue and this person was still sobbing. That was when he got a flash in his mind's eye. He was at a party… THAT party. He was talking to the Mayor and… wait…

He froze and slowly looked at the crying person standing so close to him. He took in everything about them. And he felt his heart skip a beat. It was them. It was Y/n! But it couldn’t be, he saw them die… but then again he himself had died.

Suddenly he pulled them into his arms and held them close.

“...hey partner…”

Y/n tensed up in his arms for a split second, like they couldn’t quite believe what Abe had just said. Then he slowly began to rub their back, holding them with purpose and softly shushing them to try and calm them down “I’ve got you Y/n… I remember…”

“You remember?”

“Everything… sorry it took me a while”

A watery chuckle left Y/n’s lips and they tilted their head to stare up at Abe “I’ve waited this long to find you… I think I can let that slip for once”

“What are you thinking about, partner?” Abe whispered, still holding them close and enjoying this moment of comfort and quiet.

Abe smiled softly and pressed a gentle kiss to their forehead “Glad to know I’m worth waiting for”

Y/n went quiet for a while and just listened to the sound of Abe’s heart. It was a strong and comforting sound, just like the man it belonged to. They wanted to take advantage of however long they were allowed to stay in this moment of time, just in the arms of the man they loved so much. That’s when an idea slowly began to form in their mind. Something they had noticed with the crystal was that they now had very similar powers that Wilford had, maybe just maybe they could break the story Mark had them both trapped in…

“I’m not going back Abe. I’m so tired… I just want to stay here with you”

It took a while for Y/n to calm down enough, and Abe held onto them the entire time. Eventually they wiped their eyes and Abe cupped their face in his big strong hands. “Hey… wanna go dancing? You remember Will right?”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive… Mark and Dark can kill each other for all I care, I’m done.”

A large blue flash came from their hand and Abe felt something change. Something powerful, he didn’t know anything about this Mark and Dark mess but he trusted Y/n when they said that they were staying here with him. Colour returned to the world.

Y/n laughed softly and slowly nodded, gently kissing his hands. “I hang out with him, we go dancing, if anyone is going to help you feel happier it’ll be hanging out with that pink idiot.” He stepped away and grabbed a leather jacket hanging on the door.

“I’d say I’m pretty happy already…” Y/n slowly stepped closer to Abe and looked up at him, a warmth dancing in those eyes he loved so much. He was drawn to it. Before either of them knew what was happening their arms wrapped around each other and their lips met in a gentle and sweet kiss. It felt right, nothing else mattered but being in this moment, holding onto each other and kissing.

Abe held onto Y/n gently, almost afraid that he’d open his eyes and Y/n would be gone.

Y/n on the other hand, held onto Abe like a lifeline, desperately gripping onto his shirt as emotions that had neve been spoken aloud stirred between the pair.

It didn’t matter what would happen next.

Y/n had made their choice. And choices did have consequences that was true, but sometimes those choices and consequences could lead to exactly where someone wanted to be. And for Y/n that was being here with Abe.

Sometimes good consequences are a thing.

And so is love.

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squadmuse · 22 hours

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THE BLESSINGS OF HOME & LOVE

A SONNY CARISI X FEMALE READER STORY

WORD COUNT: 1.2k - ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

It was a chilly March evening and Sonny was glad to be finished with work for the day down at the precinct.

He was glad to be not working on the night shift tonight - the weather station was warning of the possibility of snow, and with the bitter wind that was already there, Sonny was already finding himself freezing cold as he sat in his car outside the apartment building where he lived with his wife.

A broad smile brightened Sonny’s face as he thought of you, his wife. It felt so surreal yet beautifully incredible to be calling you his wife, to be your husband. You were still newlyweds, only having married at the end of February, and after a short honeymoon up in Nantucket, you and him had got back to work quickly. He planned to take you off on a Mediterranean cruise and a proper honeymoon in the summer.

Grabbing his leather briefcase, a new one that had been a gift from you for his birthday last year, Sonny switched his car off and climbed out of the vehicle, locking it and stood onto the sidewalk looking up at the building. He knew you’d be home, you had the habit of bringing your work home if it wasn’t busy in the courthouse.

That had been how he had met you, one day at the courthouse, where you had been rambling away to Rafael about some case of his that overlapped with your own, as you worked as an Assistant District Attorney within the homicide department. You were beautiful and intelligent. Sonny had been blown away from the first time he met you.

After a year and a half together, you had married and as he wandered over to the building, Sonny couldn’t wait to see you, even though he had seen you before leaving for work that morning. Gregorio, the elderly doorman opened the door for the lanky detective.

“Evening, Mr. Carisi!” chimed Gregorio, as he held the door open. Sonny felt himself blush at the title as he stood to chat with the doorman.

“Hey, Greg! What have I said? Just call me Sonny!” chuckled Sonny as he stood in the lobby. He instantly felt the heat of the building start to warm him up, and it was definitely much nicer than outside.

Now it was Gregorio’s time to chuckle. “Oh you know me, I’m an old-time gentleman and habits die hard! How is the missus doing? I didn't see her earlier,” stated the doorman with a smile, which Sonny returned.

“Ah ya know, perfect as always!” smiled Sonny as he started thinking about you again. You were always on his mind.

“Young love, as they say, tell her I was asking after her, then will you?” asked Gregorio, as he moved to open the door again. “Don’t want to keep you either, bad luck to keep a wife waiting, I know that from experience,” added the elder man.

Sonny nodded and said his farewell, and with his long limbs it didn’t take long for him to reach the second floor of the building, to the apartment that you and him called home. He was glad to see that you kept the door locked. After all he’d seen in his career (although you had also seen some sights), it had been something Sonny made sure to reiterate to you - keep the door locked, even if you’re home. He had a key, and any guests would give prior notice about a visit.

Walking through the heavy door, Sonny felt himself relax instantaneously at being home and back to you. As he locked the door, he got a delicious smell waft over to him and Sonny felt his stomach rumble.

“Doll, it’s me!” called Sonny as he took his coat off and hung it in the hallway cupboard. “I’m home, and I’m likin' the smell of whatever you’ve got cookin'!” he added loudly as he took his leather dress shoes off and placed them on the rack within the cupboard beside your own court shoes.

“Sonny?” he heard you call from the kitchen down the hall as your head stuck out the doorway, to which he stood to his full height and out of the cupboard.

“Ya, just putting everythin' away! Know you like it all tidy!” he chuckled as he wandered over to your petite self, and brought you into a tight and loving hug and kiss.

Pulling away from the kiss, you rested your hands on the broad shoulders of your husband. He must’ve taken off his suit jacket sometime, and he looked very handsome in his white shirt and grey waistcoat and red tie. “Hello to you handsome!” you giggled, kissing him softly. “I’ll have you know it’s good practice, y'know keeping tidy…”

Sonny nodded, and he pressed his lips against your own again. He couldn’t get enough of your kisses. “I love you, darlin,” murmured Sonny, as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into him some more. The smell of your strawberry mint shampoo and the scent of your vanilla and jasmine perfume seemed to intoxicate Sonny as he stood there, just hugging you, his wife and best friend. “I can’t wait for that to happen, seein' how good you are now, I know ya will be the best.”

You couldn’t help but blush at Sonny’s compliments, and you playfully whacked against his chest, which made him laugh and his eyes crinkle. “Well, I think you’ll be even better!” you replied, wrapping your arms around his neck and smiling up at him. “Anyway, do ya wanna try out what I’ve been cooking up for us?”

Sonny nodded. He had not had time to eat much at lunch, just some god awful coffee and a vending machine sandwich. Usually the two of you would meet up for lunch, but you had been busy prepping for a case, and he had been chasing down a perp in Central Park. So to say the least, Sonny was absolutely famished, and he loved that you loved to cook like he did.

“I can smell rosemary and garlic?” stated Sonny as he sniffed the area. “Chicken too?”

You nodded. “My Nonna mailed me some old family recipes, so I’ve been trying them out… I hope you like pollo al mattone, sformato and then some torta della nonna for dessert,” you smiled, bringing Sonny into the kitchen by the hand, your hands intertwined.

Sonny groaned at the sight of the dishes you had ready and awaiting. You really did spoil the gastronome within him, but he did the same right back to you. “Doll, you’ve outdone yourself here!” grinned Sonny as he wandered over to the oven. “I guess you were a tad stressed today?”

You giggled as you joined Sonny bringing out the dishes and cutlery. “That Adams murder case is a mess,” you sighed as you passed the plates to Sonny, who placed them on the kitchen table. “I don’t like badmouthing detectives, but one lost evidence pertaining to the case, and it’s got Buchanan piling pressure on all angles for a mistrial.”

Sonny sighed. He hated that you got stressed out and that your cases ending up complex or screwed by external factors. “I know ya will get justice for the victim, you’re the best ADA I know,” he replied as he picked up the pollo al mattone with oven gloves on. “Wish you had better detectives though, doll, I’d move heaven and earth for you, whether it’s a case or anything else.”

You stood there, watching your husband move the dishes over to the table. Honestly, you had no idea how you had been blessed for someone as perfect as one Dominick Carisi Jr.

#sonny carisi imagine #sonny carisi x reader #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x you #sonny carisi x female reader #dominick carisi #dominick carisi jr #peter scanavino #svu #law & order svu #law and order svu

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nophunleague · 6 months

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stare decisis - a masterlist

rafael barba x original female character

(a/n: timeline is a little wonky, starts at the end of season fifteen but Sonny is already there and Murphy is not CO of SVU, I just love Sonny too much to start the fic a season later)

When Assistant District Attorney Quinn Brady lateral transfers from the Queens Gangs Unit to Manhattan Special Victims on orders of the District Attorney feathers are ruffled. Preexisting ADA Rafael Barba struggles with introduction of co-counsel after flying solo for years and the SVU detectives enjoy answering to two attorneys much less than they enjoyed answering to one.

Follow Manhattan's elite detective squad as this new addition changes things for the better . . . or for the worse.

chapter one - novus

chapter two - amarum

#rafael barba #rafael barba x reader #original character #svu #law and order svu #sonny carisi #olivia benson #fin tutuola #nick amaro #amanda rollins

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lo-diehards · 5 days

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2024 TV Season Analysis – Organized Crime Tops the Franchise, Law & Order Better, SVU Needs an Overhaul

The 2023-24 TV season has been a truncated TV season of 13 episodes, due the ongoing WGA/SAG-AFTRA strikes that happened last year. A lot of scripted TV was back burned until the strikes ended. TV writers struck their deal first and were back to work promptly, long before actors/actresses, this should have given time to plan out their already short season. Production crunched for 13 episodes to be shot between late November until this coming week, where SVU and mother ship reboot will be wrapping up shooting their finale episodes.

But where does this season grade in its entirety? I’m going to summarize – as much as I can - my views on where the franchise stands for this season from best to worst. Click below to read.

Organized Crime – The best in the franchise creatively, hands down!

New show runner/executive producer John Shiban (The X-Files) and his writing staff understood their assignment and have definitely delivered. Organized Crime is the most entertaining series in the franchise this season, week-over-week. The storylines are so fleshed out and they don’t drag on as they had since the series started. Shiban has shifted focus to the OC main characters and their backstories as well as expanding on the OC unit in its entirety. We’ve even seen 2 of SVU’s former stars show up (Tamara Tunie, Chief M.E. Melinda Warner / Dann Florek, Donald Cragen) as well as an appearance by Peter Scanavino (ADA Dominick Carisi). We have even been introduced to more of Stabler’s family, his brothers – portrayed by guest stars Dean Norris and Michael Trotter – and while they’ve come in and shook things up for Stabler, one thing I can point out, it’s the first season since OC premiered where I haven’t felt that Elliot Stabler is on a quest for vengeance or retribution of some kind.

The cast has been firing on all cylinders this season, especially with the episode that just aired last week (“Crossroads”), where one of OC’s new team members went missing and was found to be killed, Stabler having the bury his body as he is undercover with the group that found Detective-in-Training Samir Bashir (guest star Abubakr Ali). This story is still playing out so as of now we don’t fully know who killed him but I’m sure we’re about to find out. Stabler’s younger brother, Joe Jr. may have some involvement as the investigation is about to come full circle. Meanwhile, the scene in question in this episode has Christopher Meloni and Danielle Mone Truitt deliver their most powerful scene together yet in the series and they have delivered quite a few, this one stands out though.

Excellent only begins to describe it, and Organized Crime this season. Organized Crime has yet to be renewed for the 2024-25 TV season.

Law & Order (reboot) – It’s improved, but we still have a ways to go.

There is a lot to be said of the mother ship series, both the original and this reboot. But this reboot has seen a lot in its short time on air, in this short season alone the cast has changed twice already. Jeffrey Donovan (Detective Frank Cosgrove) and the series parted ways weeks before production was set to start and veteran Sam Waterston (District Attorney Jack McCoy) chose to depart before mid-season. Sam Waterston is/will greatly be missed and he leaves behind a full legacy on the show, which he joined in 1994! Meanwhile newcomers Reid Scott (Detective Vincent Riley) and Tony Goldwyn (District Attorney Nicholas Baxter) have been welcomed by fans with open arms. The cast of the reboot no matter which season is very solid and they are all very talented, but their talents often seem crippled.

The reboot seems to have an issue fleshing out the characters. Det. Jalen Shaw (Mehcad Brooks) and ADA Sam Maroun (Odelya Halevi) – and add DA Nick Baxter (Goldwyn) to me, week-in and week-out are the unsung heroes as with them we can see depth, we can understand why they make the decisions they make or feel the way they do on certain topics. I’m still on the fence about Riley’s development but he’s definitely has a more solid partnership with Shaw than Cosgrove did, and he certainly is a better character. I think they’ve got a great detective duo here – reminiscent of that of Ed Green (Jesse L. Martin) and Cyrus Lupo (Jeremy Sisto) in season 18. From about the third episode this season on up, there has been an improvement in the writing, I must say in comparison from where the season started. Most of the episodes this season seem to have one singular writer who stands out, Pamela Wechsler, who also serves as executive producer. Girl power!

What can help the reboot:

The writers need to get away from talking points and political affiliation when it comes to the characters and even the weekly storylines - looking at you show runner Rick Eid - it makes the characters come off as caricatures and stereotypes. And maybe not directly rip the episodes from the headlines near verbatim. It takes away from it if we already know how it plays out – where is “the Law & Order twist?” They need to deep dive into Vincent Reilly, Nolan Price (Hugh Dancy) and Kate Dixon (Camryn Manheim); we have talented actors on here, give them something that makes us stand up and clap and relate to these characters and stop making them one-dimensional, especially ADA Price. I must say I’ve been enjoying the legal side a bit more with the addition of Goldwyn’s Baxter, his back-and-forth every week with Price has a feel of the original series run, where we see multiple points of views on cases and it doesn’t feel/sound like rhetoric. And speaking of that run, it wouldn’t hurt for them to find ways to invest those old characters in the reboot. Just because Sam has departed doesn’t mean we still don’t want to see old faces or even faces from the other L&O series show up. Elisabeth Rohm (ADA Serena Southerlyn) and Milena Govich (Det. Nina Cassady) have directed episodes! Raul Esparza and Hugh Dancy both starred in Hannibal, I could see former-ADA now Defense Attorney Rafael Barba sitting at the defense table and likely wiping the floor with Price! Tony Goldwyn even wants Mariska Hargitay to direct an episode. Let’s make the mother ship enjoyable to watch again!

It was renewed for a 24th season (4th for the reboot). The mother ship has a second chance at greatness and to continue its legacy on television, not a lot of shows get that. It would be wise that those in charge on mother ship remember that.

SVU – The 25th milestone season ranks as one of the worst.

I originally had a two-page long document on this season of SVU alone and I’ve had to shorten it down and it’s still not that short. But if I had to describe the 25th record-breaking season of SVU in 1 word, that word would be “bad.” There are calls on social media for show runner/executive producer David Graziano to be fired from the series. I’m not one to openly call for people to lose their jobs, but clearly there is something wrong and the downward spiral of the ratings mixed with bad press for SVU episodes this season is showing that. Nothing about season 25 jumps out as milestone season and there are only a handful of episodes as of now, that I would consider episodes worth going back to watch again: “Tunnel Blind”, “Duty to Report”, “Probability of Doom”, and “Children of Wolves” which was directed by Mariska Hargitay.

It’s the writing and direction of this season, period. There is no other reason or excuse that flies. There is clearly no investment from the management level behind the scenes at SVU in this milestone season being the best it could have been. The Maddie storyline overtook the season and its resolution didn’t exactly hit the mark either. Where is the retrospective? Why haven’t we gone over past cases? Seen former victims/survivors (other than 2 minutes worth of Maria from “911”)? Why did Olivia stop seeing Dr. Lindstrom (Bill Irwin)? Where is the ‘healing?’ The guest stars? We haven’t seen any former stars, other than Kelli Giddish (Detective Amanda Rollins), and that proves to me that it was a mistake to fire her in the first place. “Where is the energy? Where is the spatter? This is life-less dreck. A cheap knock-off…” (diehard SVU fans; if you know, you know). But seriously, nothing about this season overall screams “25 years!”

With the season opener, I was sure David Graziano and the writers turned the page on the mess that was most of the entire 24th season of SVU. Turns out I was wrong to think it. It seems to be doubled down. It’s proof that despite his behavior, he’s just not a good fit for SVU. He doesn’t seem to understand how to write for this show and be the voice of who women/people look up to and the voice that victims and survivors need. I honestly think he would serve better on a Criminal Intent reboot or something since he seems to like that aspect of the crimes more so than investigatory and the legal side – Peter Scanavino’s screen time has greatly decreased and well as legal scenes.

What can help SVU:

A lot of damage is done, but it’s not irreversible. The best call is to replace the person at the top if they aren’t going to change themselves, (sorry but not sorry David). The popular eras of SVU are seasons 3-7 and again 13-17 and for good reason; Neal Baer and Warren Leight remain the two people who have seen SVU at their peaks. Going into a record breaking season 26, someone who can understand the intricacies of SVU needs to take the helm and get this show turned around. Focus needs to be on steadying the storylines and fleshing them out in a meaningful way to where they connect and not have crucial bits just disappear into thin air. We need to get SVU’s focus back on uplifting the voices of victims and survivors and their journeys, as well as to delve deep again into the world of the NYPD SVU squad. It’s not just about “rape case of the week” the actual SVU deals with kidnappings, crimes against the children, the disabled/elderly, working in conjunction with the Hate Crimes unit/federal govt., trafficking and more, let’s get the variety back in the crimes – and let’s stop showing the crime taking place on screen and in graphic manner. The crime scene analysis, forensics, court scenes and legalese needs to be put back into this series, I’ve honestly felt it decrease even before S24 as far back as some S22.

We need to see Carisi navigate through these cases and the back-and-forth with the defense as well as in his own bureau. We’ve yet to see Carisi interact with the district attorney (Jack McCoy, Sam Waterston – now Nick Baxter, Tony Goldwyn) much like his preceding ADAs. Benson’s character needs to go back to therapy and deal with her issues head on (Lindstrom, Bill Irwin), she had done that up until EDMR in season 24 became her new way and it’s not working for her, since the writers seem to use it now as a crutch to say “she’s healing” but then turn around and have her do things to suggest otherwise. Benson also needs to be written as a leader and delegator more so than taking every case away from her “squad” and solving them personally. Actually from a story standpoint it would be great to see Benson face repercussions for continually doing this, in the real world that would have consequences as how can she personally investigate cases and run the unit?

And with the unit, their stories need to be dissected more. Velasco (Octavio Pisano) in particular, he had an edge in season 23 as the new guy that might be a snitch for the Chief of Detectives (McGrath, Terry Serpico) but in season 24 they pushed this character into a corner with liking Detective Grace Muncy (Molly Burnett, who departed last season) and the Chilly storyline last season and can’t seem to get him out of that corner. Velasco comes off as “just there” much in the way Fin (ICE T) is starting to. And where is Phoebe (Jennifer Esposito)? Detective Bruno and Captain (to-Detective or Chief?) Curry (Kevin Kane and Aime Donna Kelly) are pretty much holding down the squad and are actually the more I look to, to solve the cases and they are the only ones peaking my interest.

SVU is heading to record-breaking season 26, if they want to reach their goal of stopping at 30. Dick Wolf, NBC and those behind the scenes need to get serious about it if that is what they really want. Otherwise, you’re about to have long-time viewers and new viewers alike turning away. Despite what people believe about ever-lasting loyalty, it does have an end date.

What do you think? Do you agree or disagree? Feel free to respond!

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buc-eebarnes · 2 years

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one to watch and one to play (and one takes my soul away)

So I wrote a fic intended to be a coda for ISWM part 1! I sped-wrote this hours before part 2 came out. Hope y'all enjoy!

pairings: head engineer mark & the captain || actor mark & the district attorney

tags: manipulation, time loops, temporary character death, a bit of actor x y/n (if you squint)

rated T || 4660 words

"My dear Captain," he rumbles. You want to tune him out, but you can't. You have no choice. The manor has too much of a hold on the two of you. You want to correct him, tell him who you once were. That holds no bearing now. You are no longer the district attorney who was once friends with the Mayor or the Colonel or the Detective or the Seer. You are now a heist partner. A pirate's crew mate. An adventurer's apprentice. A prison inmate. The bearer of an anomaly. A love interest. A hostage. The captain of a spaceship. Mark pitches his voice lower. “It’ll be alright. You’ll be alright, Captain. Let’s start over, shall we?”

read here on ao3! || my ko-fi!

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beybaldes · 2 years

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The Prying Hands Of Choice

detective abe x gn!reader

summary : "y/n and Abe reunite at Wilford's roller rink disco and fate does not seem to care."

Word count : 2.9k

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Part 1 - The Prying Hands Of Choice

Part 2 - A Love Never Flourished

Part 3 - Somewhere, Somehow

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Pushing past the pink haired man, despite his insistence that you shouldn't, you slipped through the rainbow of streamers and out into a dance floor. Not the most unusual place you had been dropped off at so far, but definitely the most fun: the bright, strobe lights and the funky 70s themed outfits all were a welcome change.

The broad shoulders entrenched in a suave leather jacket was an even more welcome one.

"Stop stalling! You're under arrest for the deaths of way too many people to even count." Abe. You hadn't heard that voice in what felt like eons - not since the manor, and however many years you had spent falling through wormhole after wormhole.

Your eyes filtered over to the other William, or Wilford as he had referred to himself as, that stood before him - near identical to the one who stood next to you now, bar the cocktail that he sipped from occasionally- boring down the barrel of his gun.

"Well that's just ridiculous I would never kill anybody." Wilford drawled, his speaking slurred as he tried to get the straw of his drink into his mouth; struggling severely besides the simplicity of the task.

Turning to ask the Wilford that stood beside you what was going on, you found him to have disappeared - like magic. Maybe there had only been one Will after all.

Were all those wormholes making you lose your mind?

Probably. You were seeing Abe after all. Abe who you'd watched die at the hands of the Colonel, shortly followed by yourself, after he'd spent so long, and tried so hard to solve Marks murder.

Although, if this is what losing your mind allowed you'd gladly embrace every twist of your imagination and echo of your past.

"Is that right?" Abe asked the pink haired man who stood in front of him, slowly lowering his gun with a twinge of anger in his voice. How long had he been so bitter?

Gently lifting your heavy helmet from your head, you lowered it to your side, holding it loosely between your fingers. You suddenly felt underdressed in your Captains coveralls - as though you'd have ever had time to change - that the outfit was too odd, too unlike the you Abe knew.

That wasn't you anymore.

The District Attorney who had worked hard in Damien's office, who tried to help solve their friends murder, who died trying to protect the people they loved, was long gone. Yet, was your new role of Captain much different from that?

How many times had you jumped into the wormhole? Jumped out of the airlock? Let yourself be consumed by the vastness of space? - to try and save your crew? To try and save Mark? Too many to count.

Perhaps Abe would love you, and your silly, little beret, all the same. Besides, you deserved to be a little selfish for once.

"Well..." Abe pulled a small, grey taser out of his holster, slowly stepping closer and closer to Wilford: who was still entirely focused on the straw in his Martini. "Whatever you say buddy."

The way Abe had spat out the words - as though they had soured on his tongue - did not befall you. Had he been through so much hurt since you saw him last? More than you knew.

Abe's heart ached for you; longed for you to still be by his side, be his partner (in every sense of the word). He kept himself awake at night in anguish, thinking and thinking about what he could've done to save you. After all, he had survived a bullet to the heart hadn't he? Yet, like always, he couldn't save the one who mattered most, his partner - you.

Was it his fault? Probably. Every partner he'd ever had at his side had left, been left behind, died - and he supposed by giving you the title, he had doomed you to such a fate.

He often wished he'd told you to run far away from that goddamn manor at the first sight of danger - but he hadn't, and he would have to live with that.

As Abe stalked towards Wilford, taser in hand, you let out a ghost of a sound - something between gasp and a whine - hoping to stop Abe before he took it too far, but not knowing the words to say, where to begin.

"Abe." You mustered out, hushed words coming out barely above a whisper, though it halted the detective in his tracks all the same.

Lowering the taser, Abe looked to the floor, tears welling in his eyes at the sound. Many times he had heard you calling his name, usually a whisper in the night - a comforting presence when he struggled to sleep - but this time felt too real. As though you were actually stood mere feet behind him and not 6ft below him.

He knew he shouldn't look - knew he would just be getting his hopes up over nothing. You were long, long gone. And a voice in his head is all you would be: yet like every other time he turned his head.

Though this time you were there. Standing, living, breathing mere feet away from him. At least he thought. He'd never seen the ghost of you before, only heard the echos of his past - but if this was him finally going crazy from your haunting presence, then crazy he would be.

"Abe." You chocked out, tears beginning to well in your eyes at the sight of the man before you. A hand came up to clamp over your mouth, to keep the pathetic whimpers in, letting your helmet clatter to the floor - the sound resounding around the near-empty roller rink.

Now Abe turned to fully face you, his eyebrows creasing together as he attempted to keep up his stoic appearance - this wasn't real, and he knew it. You were but a figment of his imagination; his own little secret only he had the joy of being privy too.

"You're not meant to be here!" Wilford slurred, his straw now loosely held between his lips and his martini almost gone. "I thought I told you to stay put y/n."

Will could see you too. Fuck.

Tears begin to rapidly fill Abes waterline as his eye raked up and down your figure - clad in a beige coverall, a little red beret resting disheveled atop your head and a discarded, cracked helmet on the floor. He doubted that it was in such condition minutes ago.

"I just couldn't help myself." You whisper breathlessly, your gaze never breaking away from Abes as you spoke. Finally getting to see him again, you doubted you'd ever be able to look away - not that you'd want to in the first place.

"Well, I guess I can it allow it for the mean time." William huffed folding his arms tightly across his chest, a sulk forming on his face. With a snap of his finger his martini began to refill. "But don't take too long, we've got to get back to our regularly scheduled programming soon."

You let out a teary laugh at Wilford's outlandish wording - ever the dramatic - a trait he and the him you knew seemed to share. Taking a few, small steps closer to Abe, you didn't speak, not wanting to get too close, or say the wrong thing, and startle him into disbelief.

This whole thing felt unreal enough to you, you couldn't imagine how it felt for him. Not only to see you now: but to wake up after being shot and finding you dead, and to spend years dedicating his life to finding your killer only to have you standing before him now.

"Partner?" Abe finally asked, his taser slowly being sheafed into his pocket as he finally took a step in your direction, not moving too fast as though that would make you disappear from his vision - gone like a wisp of smoke.

"Partner." You repeated, somewhat confirming his notion and somewhat using the term of endearment on him too. Talking larger and larger steps across the roller rinks wooden floor, you met each other in the middle, neither touching the other and both heaving in air.

"Are you- are you real?" Abe chocked out, his eyes flickering over every part of you he had been blessed with seeing again - free of blood and injury, filled with life and soul.

"I hope." Not the reply he has wanted, but it suited well enough. It was true, honest at the least - after falling through a myriad of wormholes you didn't quite know yourself, though you hoped now more then ever you were.

Taking another step forward, you were now chest to chest - close enough to feel the other breathe but far enough it could still be a dream.

A twisted dream at that.

Abe raised his hand to ghost above your cheek; almost too scared to touch you, to have you melt away under his finger tips. Though you didn't give him long to worry, leaning into the heat of his palm - skin meeting skin. Abe stilled at the contact, unnerved by the warmth that pooled in his fingertips and sent shivers up his arm and down his spine. You were once again in his arms - or were you?

Abe wasn't going to allow the prying hands of choice to drag you away from him again - in his arms, you would be safe this time. So, his hand swiftly moved to the back of your neck, pulling you against him and tucking your head into the crook of his neck; his free hand snaking around your waist and keeping you tight against him. Twisting his fingers into the fabric of your coveralls, he pressed you as tight against himself as he could.

You couldn't feel the beating of Abe's heart, but you hoped he could feel yours, assure himself you were real. He couldn't. Whatever resemblance of a heartbeat either of you had, had left you as you hit the floor of the manor many moons ago.

"Oh God, I missed you Partner." Abe's voice cracked as he spoke, the flood of emotion overtaking each of his senses. He pulled away slightly from you, enough that he could now clearly see your face - meet your eyes. Slowly, his hand moved from the back of your neck, coming to caress the side of your face. "But what's with the outfit?"

The two of you let out bittersweet, teary laughs, neither surprised by the capability to find such humour in the moment of upset and turmoil. It felt right to laugh in the others arms after all you'd been through.

You gently rested your forehead against Abe's, relishing in the moment and committing every detail of his face to memory - not knowing when you'd get to see it next. Though you hoped you'd see it today and tomorrow, and every day for the rest of your life - you couldn't exactly trust that would be the case.

Not when the crystal in your palm could start burning against you and whisk you away down another wormhole at any moment.

"I have so much I want to say." You spluttered, leaning into Abe's hand as you hiccuped out a sob. Abe's thumb brushed gently across your cheek, wiping away the escaped tears, hushing you soothingly. "I don't even know where to begin."

"Take your time gorgeous, we've got worlds of time." You didn't. Abe didn't know, you couldn't blame him for the way his words made you sob harder then before. Dropping your head into the crook of his neck, you grabbed fistfuls of his leather jacket, hoping a tight hold on him would keep him there with you.

"A captain doesn't leave their ship when it's sinking; now do they?" Wilford asked, his Martini once again empty and the straw still evading his tongue. "I believe our little y/n's time here is up. No?"

The warm-burning sensation in your palm only confirmed Williams words. Fate was not on your side; though when had it ever been?

"No." You commanded, though Will was right: you couldn't leave your crew to die by your lack of attention, because you were selfish enough to let the wormhole fester for your own peace of mind. "It's not fair."

"When is life ever fair?" William near spat - anger of a life he had once lived consuming him and leaving him just as quick. "When has life ever been fair to any of us? You're not special! You need to do what's right."

"Don't listen to him partner." Abe pleaded, his hands holding onto the fabric of the our coveralls tighter then he had previously; as though you'd slip through his fingers at the mention of going anywhere but with him. "I just got you back, I- I can't lose you again."

It was selfish of you, to want to heed to his words. To stay in his arms now you'd found them. And in all your lifetimes you'd never put yourself first, at least that you could remember. You'd given up your life, your body, your soul for the sake of your friends, for the sake of making things right - why couldn't you be selfish for once?

You had a job to do.

"He's right." You sombrely answered, removing yourself from Abe's hold with little struggle. His arms didn't chase after you, hold you close to him so you couldn't go - be taken away by things out of your control. He didn't fight this, didn't fight for you. "I have no choice in the matter."

"Life is ours to choose." Abe spat, the words bitter on his tongue. How many time a had you heard that phrase? In how many bodies? Tears welled in your eyes once more at the wave of grief that washed over you; grieving the life you'd never get to live with Abe, a life long taken from you. "Choose to stay."

Choose me.

"I would, if I could. I would over and over again." Your voice trembled as you spoke, leaning down to pick up your discarded helmet, not breaking eye contact as you did.

"Don't make them leave." Abe begged, turning towards Wilford - William, the colonel - pleading with the man he had spent the last decade, decades, chasing after. As though he had any control over the matter. "It's the least you could do."

Wilford didn't answer the man, instead he fiddled with the straw inside of his drink, idly sipping the liquid.

"Abe, it's okay." You soothed, taking a step closer to your lover, in some lifetime or other, though not daring to touch him. You'd already let go of him twice, and to do so again might kill you. "I'll find you. Somehow, somewhere."

"You promise?" You couldn't promise, that would be cruel. To have him lead his life in hope, in wait. You loved the detective far too much to subject him to such heartbreak.

"No. But I'll try my hardest." A bitter laugh left your sore and scratched throat, tired of the crying. "It's the best I can give you."

A hot white burn flooded your senses, the crystal that was buried deep into your palm glowing brightly.

"Ive seen so much more than you know, and it's means I know things. Like somewhere out there I've already found you; I can do it again. I will do it again." You reassured, wincing as the pain in your palm became unbearable, fighting against leaving becoming harder and harder. It was futile to resist.

"I hope you know I don't like this, not one bit." Abe seethed through his teeth, his eyes red and raw from both the tears he'd let flow and the ones he was trying to keep within.

Taking a step back from you, Abe stood closer to Wilford, giving you one last look over - relishing in the sight of you alive and breathing for what well could be the last time.

"Be safe, partner."

"I will, partner." A swirl of blue and white began to form behind you, the wind picking up inside the roller rink despite all the windows being closed. This was goodbye. Turning to face it, you had just about accepted your fate: but you knew you needed to be selfish for once. To have some peace of mind to get you through whatever mayhem was to come.

"Wait, Abe, I-" With a flash of bright light you were gone. Gone from Abe's grasp once again, slipped through his fingers like grains of sand.

"I know," Abe whispered, his glazed-over expression fixed on the spot where you had just stood. "I know."

"Well, better get back to our 'regularly scheduled programming.'" Abe sardonically spat, turning to Wilford and slipping the taser out of his pocket. "I have a job to do after all."

Abe would return to the roller rink before he knew, before he was ready to really. Though this time he wouldn't feel the heartbreak, dazed by the flashing lights and groovy music, he'd become entranced by the disco-loving Warfstache's antics and join in.

He'd dance to the upbeat music, moving in slow circles with Wilford and his mask-covered friends; deluded by the knowledge that you couldn't survive a bullet to the heart.

And he'd constantly find himself looking over his shoulder, a whisper in the wind calling his name, and a strange feeling that one day, he'd turn around and a person would be waiting at the other end of the call.

a/n : There's not enough Abe content so I decided to make my own.

If one single person wants a part 2 I'll make one because I already have ideas lol.

I hope you enjoyed! <3

#abe x reader #iswm x reader #detective abe x reader #wkm x reader #captain yn #abe the detective #detective abe #wilford motherloving warfstache #district attorney x the detective #in space with markiplier x reader

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malevolent-muse · 4 months

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SVU Fan Fiction by Malevolent_Muse

Paper Cuffs (Completed)

Assistant District Attorney, Rafael Barba, is out late. His latest caseload weighing on him, he decides to blow off some steam and hit up a local gay bar.

Long Shadows of the Night (Completed)

Consisting of exactly 100 words, this short drabble is just the merest of glimpses into the life of Olivia Benson.

The Price of Silence (Completed)

After reconnecting with his former mentor, Barba, Carisi becomes concerned when Barba brings up an unfortunate event from Carisi's past. Later, Barba admits to hiding a deep, dark secret and cautions Carisi to keep his distance. Against his best interest, Carisi ignores Barba's warning, and he finds himself becoming something he had never thought he would be: a victim. In the end, Barba tries to make amends, but it is too late. (dark!Barba fic! Proceed with caution!)

One Night in Chicago (Completed) Detective Carisi goes to Chicago to attend a funeral. The night before he patronizes a local drinking establishment and runs into some guys from the local fire house.

Legal Affairs: Barba x Carisi Series A collection of Barisi snapshots haphazardly thrown together.

Inadvertent Findings (Completed) Spring 2016, Sonny Carisi is finally finished with law school and now faces the daunting task of taking the bar exam. As he prepares the night before the big test, the discovery of a lost soul brings him closer with his mentor than he ever expected to be.

Closing Arguments (Completed) Sonny Carisi is conflicted about the outcome of a court case.

The Scales of Sarcasm (Completed) In a gripping one-shot, Rafael Barba delivers a powerful opening statement. With his trademark sarcastic wit, he captivates the jury, and Barba's unwavering determination to prove the defendant's guilt takes center stage. Meanwhile, outside the courtroom, Barba navigates his personal life as it intersects with his professional duties.

A Winter's Kiss (Completed) Amidst winter’s frosty grasp, Sonny Carisi, now an Assistant District Attorney, stumbles upon his mentor-turned-lover, Rafael Barba. A familiar tie, a tender kiss, and a shared warmth in the cold air set the stage for a day filled with unexpected emotions and unspoken intentions.

A New Life Series

Of Mouse and Men: The Past Life of Rafael Barba (Work in Progress) In a world where fertility is everything, Omegas deemed infertile have their personhood revoked and are relegated to the status of pets. Bought and sold for use and abuse, the life of an Omega pet is most often miserable. Until the age of thirty-six, Rafael Barba had successfully passed himself off as a Beta and achieved professional heights unthinkable to most Omegas. Then, in an instant, everything changed.

A New Life (Work in Progress) Hidden by his family, "defective " Omega Sonny Carisi has lived sequestered the last 13 years of his life within their home. Revealed to authorities after the death of his father, he's torn away from everything he's known to now begin a new life as a pet.

An Unconventional Alpha (Work in Progress) In a world where dynamic status is everything, an Alpha's integrity is theoretically uncompromisable. Any Alphas that fall short of such rigid expectations are often reviled and shunned. Having experienced unspeakable trauma, Alpha Robert Goren must now navigate the harshness of his new reality.

The Trials and Tribulation Series

(This work features characters from both the various Law & Order shows and the Chicago shows. Consequently, it is written in a manner so as to be accessible to those with no prior knowledge of the fandom.)

Unexpected Tribulations (Completed) Abducted and held captive, NYPD Detective Robert Goren is forced to submit to mysterious medical procedures by unknown assailants. Every trace of who he was will be stripped away - not only his physical attributes, but psychological as well.

Elusive Redemption (Completed) Robert Goren has endured 769 days of endless torment. Help is on its way. But is it too little, too late?

Temperamental Sanctuary (Completed) Robert Goren has been saved from the horrific abuse he suffered at the hands of cruel and relentlessly ruthless men in Chicago. He has now been brought home to New York City where he comes in contact with a mysterious benefactor. Will she be the key to his salvation or are her intentions more depraved?

Rewoven Fealty (Completed) For the better part of a year, Robert Goren had been a resident of a mental health institution as he dealt with the horrific ramifications of brutal psychological, physical, and sexual abuse. Now, just when it seems he's through the thick of it, another unexpected tribulation is thrown in his path. Will he be able to overcome it or will it lead to a never-ending cycle downwards?

Finally Forsaken (Work in Progress) The final work in the Trials and Tribulations Series. After all he has been through: the abduction, getting rescued years later, being committed to a mental institution, and having to fight to be reinstated as a detective, Robert Goren has reached the events that will carve out his final destiny or his doom.

#svu fic #barisi svu #barisi #law and order svu #fan fiction #olivia benson #rafael barba #sonny carisi #ao3

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beardedmrbean · 8 months

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A serial creep from Los Angeles County is back on the streets after dozens of arrests for a slew of sex offenses and other crimes stretching back to 2005, despite being caught on video accosting women just days ago.

Calese Carron Crowder, 36, was identified as the man seen on viral TikTok videos who appears to follow women around a Burbank Barnes & Noble bookstore “sniffing” their backsides.

Glendale police arrested him for allegedly peeping on a Glendale home with children inside last week, according to authorities.

Crowder has felony convictions of robbery and burglary, law enforcement sources told Fox News Digital, and despite having been ordered to register as a sex offender, his name did not appear on the state’s registry when checked Wednesday morning.

Crowder was accused of peeping into a Glendale home with children on Aug. 6, and a Barnes & Noble shopper posted her encounter with him to TikTok on Aug. 8.

He was arrested on Aug. 11 and walked free yesterday after a California judge placed him on probation.

Crowder previously served in state prison on burglary and robbery charges and had been sentenced in February to a year in jail for indecent exposure in Santa Clarita, court records show.

However, Crowder was released early anyway, law enforcement sources told Fox News Digital.

After Crowder’s rapid release, a victim named Michaela Witter posted a TikTok video warning neighbors to “please be careful.”

“Is this real?” she said. “I think he maybe spent three days in jail … They can’t do anything until he’s done something really bad to someone, and I’m honestly scared that that person is gonna be me.”

She added that she was at a loss for words.

“If you’re in the area, please, please be careful,” she said.

Witter caught her bookstore encounter with Crowder on video and shared it to TikTok last week.

Then at least 20 other women reached out to her with similar stories, she said.

“What are you doing?” she asked after Crowder crouched down behind her and leaned his face toward her.

“Tying my shoe,” Crowder replied, huffing and short of breath. “What are you doing?”

In her single trip to the store, she also recorded the same man pulling the same move on another woman.

She reported him to the front desk and shared the video online, where millions of people saw it, some of whom said they recognized him.

One of those women, another TikToker using the handle @artofethereality, posted a video in which she turned around and confronted a man she found crouched behind her at the Burbank Barnes & Noble that she said she recorded in March.

“Hi, are you following me?” she asked.

“No, my bad,” he replies, down on one knee and flipping through a book in the same winded voice.

“This is real s— us girls go through and needs to be taken seriously,” she wrote in the caption.

Detectives have been chasing Crowder for years.

Los Angeles County Jail records show he has been booked there 41 times.

However, he has repeatedly walked out of jail and repeated his actions.

According to Candice Horry, the wife of former Los Angeles Lakers star Robert Horry, Crowder stalked their daughter a decade ago.

“He went to jail only to come out and continue the same behavior,” she wrote on X. “Thank you for getting the word out that he is back. He needs to be put away for good!”

Los Angeles District Attorney George Gascon’s office did not immediately respond to requests for comment.

Glendale police are asking anyone with information on Crowder’s activities to call them at 818-548-4911.

#nunyas news

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breadyeetking · 1 year

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Ima need everyone’s opinion should i do some head canons and fanfics of Abe the detective with his partner/the da from wkm as lovers and being happy after the events of wkm?

#wkm au #wkm abe #wkm y/n #wkm district attorney #abe the detective #detective abe x reader

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bluenet13 · 1 year

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Hold On to Me When It's Too Dark to See You

Lucy is kidnapped, again, and Tim is left heartbroken and uncertain, realizing he was so sure they had a long-term future together, but now he doesn't even know if they will have a tomorrow as their team scrambles to find her.

AO3

Chapter 3

After the technicians had cloned the information on his phone and tapped into his line to automatically get a copy of any new message he received, Tim returned to the bullpen.

A half hour later, Angela and Harper found him sitting alone at Angela's desk, staring blankly at his phone screen. They approached him cautiously, knowing how delicate the situation was.

"Hey, Tim, we've been going through the case files for the evidence they requested," Angela started, her voice low and serious.

"And we found something," Harper added, "Something that might explain why these guys are after Lucy."

Tim looked up, his eyes focused on his colleagues. There was a slight glimmer of hope in them, but he still looked wrecked. "What did you find?"

Harper took a deep breath before speaking. "It's about the drug trafficking case that Chris prosecuted, the one where Lucy testified. We think the guys who kidnapped her are connected to that case."

Angela picked up where Harper left off. "Chris mishandled the evidence. He somehow broke the chain of custody for the drugs seized during the raid and the case was dismissed on a technicality. Jesse White, the gang's top man here in LA, and two of his closest associates walked free, and they're probably after Lucy because she testified against them."

"Or because she's connected to Chris, we're not sure, not that that really matters," Harper added, sounding apologetic. "This particular thumb drive they want you to get wasn't from that case. It was recovered on another raid of the gang's locations two days ago. But it has the evidence that will put two of their Lieutenants away for a long time. A different District Attorney was handling this case, so the evidence is good, which explains why they want it gone."

Tim's face darkened with anger and frustration. "So, this is all Sanford's fault? He fucked up and they got away with it, and now Lucy is paying the price."

Angela put a hand on Tim's forearm, trying to comfort him. "We're doing everything we can to find her, Tim. We won't let them hurt her."

Tim stood up, his fists clenched. "I'm going to kill him."

"No, you won't," Angela said calmly.

"Why not?" Tim hissed through gritted teeth.

"Because that won't bring Lucy back," Harper answered objectively.

Tim deflated but added under his breath, "But I'm killing him once this is over and Lucy is back home."

"Sure, you will." Angela patted his shoulder and pushed him back to sit on her desk.

Tim sank into the seat and ran his hands through his hair. "I need to do something. I can't just sit here and wait."

Harper smiled sadly and nodded in agreement. "Go punch the bag or run on the treadmill. Anything that won't get you arrested for murder. We will keep looking into both cases and get you when we find something."

Tim stared at his phone, willing it to ping again with another text message, the only lifeline connecting him to Lucy, but it stayed frustratingly silent. When he got tired of the detectives' concerned and inquisitive glances he huffed before he stood up and went in the direction of the gym.

-x-x-x-

Tim punched the bag and imagined it was Chris Sanford's face. He never really had a problem with the man, other than thinking he wasn't good enough for Lucy, but now he was the reason his girlfriend was gone, and Tim needed an outlet for his frustrations.

His fists clenched in anger as he stopped to catch his breath. But it took a whole two minutes for him to start hitting the bag again with all his might, every punch fueled by the fear and love he felt for Lucy.

As he continued to hit the bag, he felt a sense of release. It was as if with every punch, he was letting go of some of the pent-up frustration and anger that he had been holding inside since he found Lucy's apartment empty. He didn't know how long he had been punching the bag, but he only stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

He turned around to see Harper standing behind him. "Take a break, Tim. I didn't mean for you to end up in the hospital either."

Tim nodded and stepped back, taking deep breaths to calm himself down. "I just feel so helpless. Lucy's out there, somewhere, and I don't know if she's okay, if she's in pain," his voice cracked, but he pushed on, "I don't even know if she's still alive."

"We're doing everything we can. And we won't stop until we find her. Alive. But you need to take care of yourself too. Lucy will kill us if something happens to you on our watch," she said softly, giving him a fleeting smile before she turned away, leaving Tim alone again.

Tim laughed, he couldn't help it. Lucy was a force to be reckoned with and he knew they would all be in deep shit if he got into trouble while she was gone. So, he nodded again and took a few, deep breaths then turned back to the punching bag. This time, his hits were slower, more controlled. He continued to punch the bag, but now with a sense of purpose, knowing that he needed to stay focused and strong for Lucy. He needed to trust that they were all doing everything they could to find her, and he needed to be ready for when they got any actionable intel.

"I'm going to find you," he vowed in between hits, "I swear I'll find you, Luce."

As he continued to work out, his mind started to clear. He knew that he couldn't control the situation, but he could control how he reacted to it. He would keep hitting the bag until he was too tired to move, and then he would go back to the bullpen and work with his team to find Lucy.

He wasn't going to let her down, no matter what it took.

-x-x-x-

His newfound peace flew out the window as soon as Tim stepped back into the bullpen and saw Chris fucking Sanford leaning on Angela's desk.

"What are you doing here?" He barked, setting a hand on his shoulder and roughly pulling him back.

"What's your problem man?" Chris asked, pushing his hand away and straightening his suit. "I came as soon as I heard about Lucy."

"We got it covered, nobody needs you here, Sanford." Tim glared at the man, but Chris didn't cower in the slightest, he was used to handling criminals he considered much scarier than a pissed off Sergeant.

"Well, your team seems to disagree seeing as it was Wesley who told me," Chris said matter-of-factly.

Tim turned to Angela, a look of betrayal on his face so she raised her hands in mock surrender and explained, "Wes was on his way here after dropping Jack at Patrice's but when we found out about the case, I told him to go back and find Chris instead. I'm sorry, but he was the District Attorney on the original case, we needed his input."

"This is all his fault, I doubt he can give us anything useful," Tim groused, crossing his arms over his chest.

Chris laughed dismissively and rolled his eyes. "Nothing ever happened to Lucy while we were together, but she's been kidnapped twice in your watch."

The next moment happened in slow motion for everyone but Tim, as he lost all semblance of control and lunged forward and struck Chris across the face. Chris hesitated for a moment, hand on his burning cheek, before he returned the favor and punched Tim back.

Angela and Nyla were quick, but not fast enough, and the men managed to exchange two more hits on each side before Angela pulled Tim's hand behind his back and Harper pushed Chris away.

"What the hell are you two doing?" Angela said harshly, her low voice sounding to Tim's ears like a shout. "You two need to pull yourself together and make yourself useful, or I want you both gone. We can waste time with your macho crap, our only focus should be on finding our girl."

Tim didn't respond, unable to do anything more than nod. He wiped the blood from his lip and smeared it across his shirt as he tried to clean his hand. Chris might look like a wedding cake figurine, but the man packed a mean punch, and his face was majorly hurting. But not as much as his ego as he instantly regretted losing control in the middle of the bullpen.

"Listen, man, I care about Lucy, okay? And I know she cares about me too. Not in the way I wanted because I know now that's always been you. But I still don't want anything bad to happen to her, or you, for that matter," Chris stated, stepping away from Harper and coming to stand in front of Tim. His hands were slightly raised, as if he half-expected another blow, but he looked straight at Tim. "I'm only here to help. Can I help?"

Tim released a breath, and hesitated only a moment, before he nodded and extended his hand to the other man.

"Anything you want to say, Timothy?" Angela asked, looking at him pointedly.

Tim gritted his teeth, eyes downcast. "I'm sorry for hitting you," he finally said, belatedly wondering if Chris was the type of man to press charges against her ex's boyfriend.

Chris hummed and gave a reluctant nod. "I'll go get cleaned up. I can meet one of you at one of the conference rooms so you can ask questions," he said, turning around without shaking Tim's hand.

"I'll go," Harper offered, taking a group of folders from the desk and walking towards the hall leading to the conference rooms. "Please, keep him from doing any more stupid things," she called to Angela.

Angela grinned and patted Tim's bloody cheek. "Go get yourself cleaned up, maybe find another shirt too, and meet me back here. I can update you on what we've discovered so far."

Tim didn't argue, didn't do much of anything but hang his head low and nod, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He resembled a scolded Jack, a far cry from his usual confident and assertive self, as he trudged towards the locker rooms.

-x-x-x-

When he returned to the bullpen, Tim found that Angela and Harper had been working tirelessly, gathering information and piecing together the puzzle. Grey had been in and out, taking calls and coordinating with other departments.

Angela looked up at him, standing in front of her desk with an uncharacteristically sad and lost expression. She reached for an ice pack she had waiting for him and gestured to the chair in front of her. Tim smiled slightly before taking the ice pack and pressing it over his already swollen lip and cheek.

"Any news?" Tim asked as he sat down in the chair opposite Angela's, his eyes bleary from lack of sleep.

"Jesse White and his crew have been lying low since they got out, but we think their drugs have started slowly resurfacing," Angela replied, typing furiously on her keyboard.

Harper came from her desk and sat down next to Tim, offering him a bottle of water and a bag of chips from the vending machine. "We have three confirmed sightings and a possible fourth, but the gang's three known locations were all raided in the busts, and we can't find a new base of operations."

"So, we really got nothing?" Tim asked dejectedly, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice.

"Not quite," Grey said as he joined them. "Night shift is helping us now. Three officers left half an hour ago to arrest the runner we think has been selling the drugs on the streets. Might not be much, but it's a beginning."

"Night shift?" Tim wondered. "Why didn't you call me? And where are Nolan, Celina, and Thorsen?"

Grey shook his head and ran a hand down his weary face. "Bradford, you worked a full shift with Metro before you even found out Lucy had been taken and you've been working on this case ever since. You're in no condition to go arrest anyone. Same for the others, so I sent them home."

"Besides, we don't want you anywhere close to anyone even remotely related to Lucy's kidnapping. As it's you're very lucky Chris didn't press charges," Harper added, taking a sip from her coffee mug.

"What was that?" Grey inquired, turning to Tim with a raised brow, and zeroing on the ice pack he was holding.

"Nothing," Angela said immediately, glaring at her detective partner.

"You know what? I don't really want to know," Grey said, then took a few measured breaths, preparing for the upcoming outburst. "Now, I'm not foolish enough to ask you three to go home, I know you won't listen. But at least take a few hours to rest. Take a nap or something. I don't care where you go, your car, an empty conference room, just take a break. I instructed the officers to take their detainee into holding and let him stew for a while. Maybe then he will be more inclined to talk to Lopez and Harper when they interview him in the morning."

All three officers tried to disagree, but Grey was having none of it and he waved off all their arguments. "I don't want to see any of you back in the bullpen for a few hours. You're all dismissed."

Feeling defeated, Angela, Harper and Tim left the room, their minds still racing with the events of the night. They all knew they needed some rest, but none of them felt like they could truly relax until they had answers. As they parted ways to find their own place to rest, they all promised to meet back at the precinct first thing in the morning.

-x-x-x-

Tim walked through the station and tried to come up with a plan for the morning. He had a feeling Angela and Harper wouldn't let him anywhere close to the man in holding, conflict of interest and all that, but he still needed to find a way to be useful before he lost his mind.

As he settled into his office chair, Tim attempted to relax and get some shut eye. There was a time when he could sleep in any place, whether it was on the floor of a military base, in the backseat of an armored vehicle, a blanket over the desert sand, an uncomfortable chair in the roll-call room, or on a lumpy couch. But now, he found that he only slept soundly in a bed, with Lucy beside him. It wasn't the bed itself that mattered, but the presence of the woman he loved. As he lay there, he couldn't help but worry about what Lucy might be going through and imagine worst-case scenarios. Despite his fatigue, sleep was elusive, and he tossed and turned, his mind refusing to shut off.

Tim really tried to get some rest, but the quiet of his office only reminded him of how much he missed Lucy's voice. He sat up in his chair, letting out a deep sigh, and looked around the room, taking in all the familiar sights of the new workplace he only had thanks to her. The desk, the computer, the filing cabinets. Everything reminded him of Lucy: the long nights spent together discussing cases, every time she sat down opposite him keeping him company as he finished his reports, and that one time she was looking particularly sexy, and he backed her against his desk and did very unprofessional things to her. The memories were too painful, and he knew he had to get out of there.

Reaching his truck, he knew he couldn't go home. Kojo was with his sitter, and there was nothing waiting for him there. He had a key to Lucy's apartment, but even that seemed pointless now that she wasn't there, and the place was a crime scene.

Instead, he sat on the driver's seat of his truck, closing his eyes and leaning back against the headrest. But his car smelled of Lucy and the realization made him open his eyes abruptly, only to focus on the seat she sat in, the air freshener she had chosen, and the steering wheel she said dug into her ribs when she climbed onto his lap wanting to show him how much she loved him right here in his truck.

Tim ran his hand through his hair and tried counting to ten. It felt like he couldn't escape her, no matter where he went. He sat there and tried to find a little bit of peace in the memories of her. Closing his eyes, he pictured Lucy's face, framed by dark curls and her familiar soft smile. He could almost hear her voice, whispering comforting words in the quiet of the night. But the memory only made him ache with longing, unsure how to face the reality of her loss.

With a frustrated groan, Tim started the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. He had nowhere to go, no one to turn to, and nothing to ease the emptiness inside him. All he could do was drive, searching for something he knew he wouldn't find.

An hour later, he returned to the Mid-Wilshire parking lot, feeling both exhausted and clear-headed. He finally managed to sleep then, only to dream of Lucy.

-x-x-x-

To his surprise, Tim managed to sleep until nearly 10:00 in the morning, the rays of the sun hitting his windshield the only reason why he even woke up. He tried to stretch, but he bumped his head on the roof of the car and hit his arm against the window. His back protested the slight movement and he groaned; he was clearly too old to sleep in his car.

Grabbing his phone, he checked for a message from Lucy and that's when he remembered why he had slept in his car. It all came crashing down on him and he felt like a trapdoor had been opened under his feet and he had plummeted back into his own personal hell.

With that thought, Tim got out of his car and hurried to the elevator that led up to Mid-Wilshire. As he passed by the opposite side of the lot, he glimpsed two patrol cars with their engines running and a couple of officers inside each one. They smiled and waved at him. Tim didn't smile but waved back, silently thanking Grey for having his back and making sure he was safe when he was too distraught to even think about himself.

Angela caught up to Tim as he was making his way down the hallway towards the bullpen. "Morning," she said, handing him a cup of coffee, black no sugar, just like he liked it. "We interviewed the guy and he's new and only fifteen. He didn't know much but he gave us two possible locations and we have officers checking them now."

Tim hummed in content as he took a sip, feeling the liquid burn down his throat. "Thank you," he said, unsure if it was for the coffee or the update, or maybe for not going home to Jack and Wesley and practically working through the night; for being his anchor during this tumultuous time.

"How are you holding up?" She asked.

If it was anyone else, Tim would have rolled his eyes and said that was a stupid question. But this was Angela, and she knew him better than he knew himself. Still, he just shrugged, not able to put his messy thoughts into words.

"Yeah, I get it." Angela nodded and smiled sadly at him, understanding everything he didn't say in that brief movement of his shoulders.

"Why didn't you call me for the interview, or to go check these locations?" He asked, staring straight ahead as they made their way through the station.

Angela stopped walking and set a hand on his shoulder so he would stop too. "You know you shouldn't be anywhere near this case. It's a conflict of interest and we need to make this arrest squeaky clean. We don't want anyone getting away on a technicality when we get them."

"I won't jeopardize the investigation," Tim tried to explain, but Angela narrowed her eyes in response. "I know I messed up with Chris but that won't happen again."

"We can't take any chances, Tim. You know that. But we're all working around the clock on this." Tim nodded, eyes downcast and sad, breaking Angela's heart. "You can come once we find her location so you can be her knight in shining armor. Don't worry, nobody wants to take that position from you," she tried, bumping Tim's shoulder teasingly and risking a fleeting smile.

Tim returned it, and this time, it reached his eyes for a short moment. "Are you sure I can't have a go with the guy you arrested?" He tried as they started walking again.

"Why did you call me first when you found out Lucy was missing?" Angela inquired, ignoring his question.

Tim narrowed his eyes, certain she had an angle for the unexpected and seemingly innocent question. Even knowing that, he answered with the truth anyway. "Because you're the only person I've ever really trusted other than Lucy."

"Then, trust me on this. Please?" Angela said softly. "You can go check the reports and security footage on my desk and see if we missed something. Just stay away from the suspects so nobody can claim misconduct later."

"Okay." Tim slung his arm around Angela's shoulder and squeezed her opposite arm, hoping the gesture was enough to show his gratitude. Angela grinned and bumped his hip, and they walked like that into the bullpen.

-x-x-x-

Progress was slow the next few hours and Tim felt like he was slowly losing his weak grasp over his emotions.

Harper, Nolan, Juarez, and Thorsen, along with his Metro teammates, and a couple other patrol officers had raided the two locations Angela found out. The first one yielded 13 pounds of meth, 3 kilos of fentanyl, 5,000 pills, and 4.5 pounds of cocaine, but no vengeful drug lords or information on Lucy's whereabouts. The second location was in construction, and they only found the beginnings of a lab and an unsuspecting construction crew.

One of the guys on the first location was a desperate father trying to make ends meet and he turned over as much information as he knew in exchange for protection for his wife and three children.

They had followed that trail and it led to a third location where they found the car that had been used in Lucy's kidnapping. At first glance, it was the right model but wrong color, but then they realized they had stripped the paint off and that's why they couldn't find it in any security cameras. The car was now in possession of the LAPD and being dusted for prints. While Angela and Harper re-interviewed everyone they had arrested in the raids.

So, basically, they were close, so close, but they had nothing to go on at the moment and Tim could only wait.

But Tim Bradford was not good at waiting. And he was even worse at it when it was nearing 3:00 in the afternoon, meaning his girlfriend had been missing for nearly 24 hours. It also meant he had only five hours left to decide whether to risk his own freedom by stealing evidence to save Lucy or to put his faith in the justice system and hope it was enough to save them both.

On their own volition, his legs took him to the evidence room. He used his badge to log in and aimlessly walked the halls for a few minutes. To his surprise, it turned out he hadn't been wandering, but following numbers, and he found himself in the location of the evidence the kidnappers had requested. He stood there for what felt like hours but could only have been minutes.

Angela caught up to him for the second time that day as he made his way to the parking garage a moment later. "What are you doing?" She called from behind.

Tim turned around, hands in his pockets. "Nothing," he said nonchalantly. "Just going for a drive. There's nothing to do here and I need to clear my head."

"Are you giving them the thumb drive?" Angela asked, never one to beat around the bush.

"No! I would never do that," Tim defended, and if it was anybody else asking the question, he would have been quite offended.

Angela nodded, looking at him knowingly. "I know."

Tim nodded back and hoped that was the end of it. They had never lied to each other, and he wasn't about to start now. But Angela had other plans.

Angela tsked her tongue before asking, "What were you doing in the evidence room?" Her arms crossed over her chest, and her brow furrowed, clearly indicating her disapproval.

"Nothing," Tim tried, but the excuse sounded weak. "I just needed to see the object that's nearly destroying my life. Who would have thought a tiny thumb drive could cause so much pain?"

Angela turned her head sideways, narrowed her eyes. "Are you hoping the kidnappers will think you did steal it? Are you giving yourself away?"

Tim cursed and that was the only answer Angela needed.

"Do you have a death wish?" She asked him bluntly.

"No," Tim said honestly. "But I also can't stand the thought of Lucy dying alone. Not again."

Angela closed the distance between them and set both hands on Tim's shoulders. She repositioned one hand under his chin and forced him to meet her gaze. "I've known since the moment you called me last night that I was going to lose you too if we failed to save Lucy. But I'm not losing you like this. You're my best friend and they will shoot you on sight as soon as they realize you don't have the thumb drive and I swear I'm not losing you like this."

"But I can't lose her," Tim whispered. "Grey forced us together by default but that day changed my life. And it's so much better because of it. I can't lose her, Ang."

"I know. You won't. We're close, Tim. We're really close." Angela's voice broke and tears glistened in her eyes.

Tim reached out and brushed a tear away from her cheek with the pad of his thumb. He parted his lips to speak, but Angela's phone rang, alerting her to a new text message.

"It's Nyla. I have to go back," she said, blinking rapidly and holding Tim's gaze for a moment longer than necessary. "Please don't break my heart."

Then just as quickly as she had appeared, Angela was gone, leaving Tim alone in the hallway leading to his truck and potentially to Lucy.

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Trauma (Songfic)

Darkiplier x DA!reader, Damien x DA!reader

I told y'all I got this idea and boy did I deliver

Based on the song Trauma by NF

Warnings: A N G S T

Word Count: 1171

Masterlist

Say you’re there when I feel helpless

If that’s true, why don’t you help me?

It’s my fault, I know I’m selfish

Stand alone, my soul is jealous

It wants love, but I reject it

Trade my joy for my protection

The mirror cracked, shattered. Staring back at you was your body, but… It twisted its head, left and right, cracking its neck. It paused for a brief moment after. It stared straight at you.

“Damien?”

Remorse reflected back in the dark voids where its eyes had been, but it was gone in a split second. It turned and left you behind. Your body, filled with others’ souls… They just left you in this mirror.

“Damien? Damien!” Your screams echoed painfully, bouncing off every corner of your prison. Your hands - did you even have hands anymore? - covered your ears. “DAMIEN!”

Your body, or whatever had become of it, did not come back.

You weren’t sure how long had passed before William was traipsing back in front of the mirror, downtrodden. He believed he hadn’t killed the detective or anyone. It seemed he was losing hope on that belief.

“Damien?” he called out, but his voice sounded echoey and distant. He spun around the center table, looking up toward the balcony you fell from.

Your hands banging on the glass fell on deaf ears. You slammed your palms against the barrier, hit knuckles on the cracks that trapped you there, but Wilford just slumped to the door and left without even a glance in your direction.

Grab my hand, I’m drowning

I feel my heart pounding

Why haven’t you found me yet?

I hold you so proudly

Traumas, they surround me

I wish you’d just love me back

You waited. And you waited. You watched with bated breath as the paint began to peel off the walls, as spiders spun their webs in abandoned corners, as dust collected on top of the table you were forced to stare at.

Nobody ever came back.

Instead of continuing to stare, you decided to distract yourself. You were stuck in here, after all. Who knew how long it would be before you got out?

You called out into the void to hear it echo, pretending it was somebody else. Every now and then you would sing, your echo singing back to you like some fucked up duet.

You closed your eyes and tried not to imagine someone showing up to break you out, but rather memories of your life before all the madness Mark’s party had brought. You would think of those long college nights, studying over your fifth cup of coffee; of doing practically the same thing as a district attorney. You remembered staying in the Mayor’s office a little longer than necessary during lunch breaks, telling stories and laughing. You could still see Damien’s smile…

You missed his smile.

Say you’re here, but I don’t feel it

Give me peace, but then you steal it

Watch them laugh at all my secrets

Scream and yell, but I feel speechless

Ask for help, you call it weakness

Lied and promised me my freedom

Time was slow, and cruel. You would remember the sound of a piano one day only to forget it the next. How did this song go? What were their names?

What’s my name?

The only name you could remember anymore was Damien’s. You repeated it to yourself like a mantra. Some small part of you continued to hope that you would see him again.

As time passed, so did your scenery. Every once and a while, people would enter the house - teens claiming it was haunted (not fully untrue) or real estate agents looking to make another deal. At one point, they cleaned it up really nice. It was almost like that night was back, drinking and playing poker.

But the mirror couldn’t be fixed.

You screamed and shouted until your throat was raw as they covered it with a sheet and tossed it into trash.

Grab my hand, I’m drowning

I feel my heart pounding

Why haven’t you found me yet?

I hold you so proudly

Traumas, they surround me

I wish you’d just love me back

Without being able to see, you couldn’t tell how much time was passing or even what was happening. You knew you were relatively safe in here - some teens had tried smashing your mirror further by throwing it on the ground but nothing happened, even when they took a hammer to it. You weren’t sure why.

Sometimes you’d catch little glimpses. Out of the corner, you could see the sky. You appreciated those moments more and more as they became less frequent. Time felt slow as you watched clouds pass overhead, or stars twinkling, only for the cloth to flip back over the mirror once again and leave you in the darkness of your void.

By the time you forgot what hunger and thirst felt like, and forgot your name and the name of your closest colleagues and friends, forgot what it was like to live, there no longer seemed to be hope that you would ever escape. Nobody wanted a broken mirror, no matter how ornate it looked. And even if they did, they couldn’t see you, no matter how much your knuckles bled or how raw your throat became.

Grab my hand, I’m drowning

I feel my heart pounding

One day, however, light suddenly streamed into your void. It was bright, but it was warm. You stepped up to the glass, for the first time in perhaps decades, and looked out into your new surroundings.

It was an office. A man sat behind a desk, but he was too far away for you to see clearly. Bookshelves lined the walls, comfortable-looking armchairs facing the desk for any visitors. The room reminded you of something… It was just there, tickling the back of your brain, but no amount of thinking on it could bring it to the surface.

The man was wearing a suit, that much you could tell. He seemed to be shuffling paperwork, signing things and slipping them into manila folders. You couldn’t hear too well what was going on either, as everything through the mirror sounded like it was being said through water, but someone must have knocked. He called them in, spoke to them for a moment, and then the other person was leaving.

He shuffled a few things away, tidying his desk. You watched eagerly as he began to approach the mirror. You couldn’t remember exactly who you’d been waiting for, but you knew you were waiting for someone. Could this be them?

His face entered the frame. He looked right through you as he adjusted his tie, folding his collar neatly over the fabric. He turned his head this way and that, checking his face for any imperfections. With one last breath, held in his chest, he nodded, and turned to leave.

That wasn’t… That wasn’t who you were waiting for.

Why haven’t you found me yet?

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