Boston-Police

emmafromthatonenight - A CS AU

7,500 words of what happened after Killian and Emma met at a bar one night, and then when she contacted him via instagram 10 months later. I know that many amazing, wonderful, lovely readers do not care for CS baby fics. So this is a warning- this fic is not for you. 


The bar was exactly what he needed tonight. Dark. Dingy. Someplace no one would ever expect to find Killian Jones. He’d been invited to many parties, all at trendy places a few miles to the west in hipper areas of Boston, but tonight he just wanted to drink around real people with real lives and real problems. Not people whose sole purpose in talking to him was to see what he could do for them. To see if any of that “Killian Jones” magic could transform their lives. It couldn’t. He couldn’t help anyone.

He’d turned his sorrow and skill with a guitar into a successful career, but that was it. It has brought him no happiness, and he had nothing to share with anyone else.

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The Run & Go

An au where Tyler and Josh are criminals. 


JOSH’S POV

The Day Of

The screams have become background noise.  I can hear them but they’re muffled and far away.  Logically, I know that I should be in pain.  But, instead, I’m staring up at the ceiling and there’s this beautiful, glass chandelier reflecting a thousand different shades of color and honestly, it’s not so bad.  There’s blues and yellows and pinks and greens, and it seems like the more commotion there is erupting in the building, the more the colors sway and jump around.  It makes me think of you, so bright and vibrant and free.  A thousand different shades and layers, each one more beautiful than the last.

I wish that I could breathe better, but the cloth from my mask was covering up my mouth and it made the air seem so hot.  I can see my chest rising and falling from the bottom of my eyes, but it’s not in rhythm, it’s choppy and shallow.  Unnatural.  Desperate.

There’s so many different noises to differentiate from.  There’s the cries for help.  Some people are sobbing.  Some are yelling.  There’s the sirens outside, growing more and more intense as the entire Boston police department shows up.  There’s a crunching sound nearby, someone stepping on shattered glass as they attempt to run.  There’s more gunshots.  More screams.  

Someone almost steps on me in all the commotion, or maybe they did.  It doesn’t matter though, I can’t really feel the rest of my body anyway.

In the heat of it all, someone’s grabbing my arm.  Their silhouette blocks my view from the chandelier and I want to protest, but then Tyler’s features come into focus and I let out a shaky sigh of relief.  

He looks worried, his mouth’s moving, forming words that I can’t understand, but he’s not hurt.  He’s here, alive and well.  Tyler’s got both hands on me, gripping my arms and pressing down on my torso, looking from my chest to my face, back and forth.  I briefly wonder why he keeps doing that.  It’s only when he raises his hands, to cover up his wide, gaping mouth, that I see the glistening, red, liquid all over his skin.  He’s covered in blood.  My blood.  

The sight of it snaps me back into reality, which, in all honesty, isn’t ideal.  That’s when the pain hits.  It’s a searing, ripping sensation in my chest.  There’s pressure and heat and it just _hurts. _I try to call out, but when I open my mouth, there’s this gurgling noise and a bitter, irony taste in my mouth.

“Oh God—“ Tyler gasps as he quickly presses down on my chest once again.  

I sputter, blood spewing in the air with each breathe I take.

Tyler’s telling me to hold on just a little longer, that the van would be here any second.  But it’s hard to listen.  Amidst it all, I suddenly think of the trip to Jamaica that I never got to take.  I think of the white, sandy beach.  The fresh ocean air.  The cool drink in my hand.  I can picture it.  Or at least everything I hoped it would be.  The pain starts to go away.  Tyler blurs out of focus, and the world around me starts to narrow in.  I think of the pizza place on fifth avenue that I never tried, or the Fenway tickets I never bought.  I think of the letter I wish I had written to my mom.  

I think of hundreds of places I never went and thousands things I didn’t do, but the last thing that pops into my head before the whole world goes dark, is you.

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So after I heard about the Boston Policeman who was found with bomb explosives or something along those lines, I decided to google some pictures of Dzhokhar and Tamerlan at the marathon. My heart dropped. I noticed he’s in almost every picture you can find of the brothers at the marathon.

Rm 6725

Emma Swan is having a horrible day, and just when she thinks things might look up, she gets stuck with a very cranky patient, but God is he gorgeous.

Nurse Emma Swan

Generally speaking, Emma loved being a floating nurse at Boston Mass Gen Hospital.  She moved all around the hospital to different departments letting her do a bit of everything, which she found exciting. Ruby, her best friend who was also a nurse, was always complaining about how boring her floor was.

Ruby worked in the post-operative ward, where patients were sent to recover after their operations if they were considered stable. Most of the patients were just waiting until they were well enough to be discharged so they could go home, while others were older and waiting, well, for anything. Some were hoping their children would come and take care of them, while others were waiting for a spot to open up in a nursing home. Ruby had coined it the ‘limbo floor’.

Emma couldn’t count the number of times that Ruby had complained because she was forced to give someone a bed bath or had to empty out their ostomy bags. Emma had laughed at the time, having yet to work on Ruby’s floor herself. She had only lived in Boston for about seven months, and she had only worked at the hospital for just a month less. Most of Emma’s floating was done in the emergency room, labor and delivery, or on the pediatric floor, but soon that would change.

Emma woke up early enough that she could go for a run before her shift. It had rained the night before though, and the pavement that morning was unforgiving. She slipped on the pavement in front of a crowd of high school kids waiting outside for the first bell to ring. If that hadn’t been mortifying enough, when Emma got home, she discovered that she had stepped on what appeared to be a used condom somewhere along the way, and it had tagged along home with her on the bottom of her shoe. The day was already off to a horrible start, and then it got worse.

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Whenever I see posts that are like “all cops are evil fascists” I die inside. People really need to understand just how important a police force is to a functional society.

Seriously, if you want an idea of how quickly things will go to shit look up the Boston police strike of 1919 or the Montreal Police Strike of 1969.

Yes Police brutality is extremely dangerous but holy crap without law enforcement shit gets BAD

Top 30 Classic Rock Songs

(In no particular order)

1. Starman by David Bowie

2. Dancing with Myself by Billy Idol

3. Heart of Glass by Blondie

4. Pride (in the name of love) by U2

5. Under Pressure by  Queen & David Bowie

6. Don’t you (Forget about me) by Simple Minds

7. Every Breath You Take by The Police

8. Money by Pink Floyd

9. Paint it Black by The Rolling Stones

10. Break On Through The Doors

11. More than a Feeling by Boston

12. Talk Dirty to Me by Poison

13. Roxanne by The Police

14. Lemon Tree by  Fool’s Garden

15. White Wedding by Billy Idol

16. Just like Heaven by The Cure

17. Hold the Line by Toto

18. Teenage Riot by The Ataris

19. This Charming Man by The Smiths

20. Maria by Blondie

21. Panama by Van Halen

22. Children of the Revolution by T. Rex

23. Island Girl by Elton John

24. What’s up by 4 Non Blondes

25. The Air that I Breathe by The Hollies

26. Dream on by Aerosmith

27. Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin

28. Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

29. Carry on my Wayward Son by Kansas

30. Brain Damage by Pink Floyd

anonymous asked:

more farah headcanons please!! xx

i will fuckin happily talk about farah nurse (who you can find here and here)

  • she’s 26 
  • her middle name is ayesha
  • like nursey she went to andover but because of the 6 year age difference they didn’t overlap
  • she went to northeastern university, majored in criminology and applied for the boston police academy during her junior year
  • she managed to juggle school and police training and soon became a detective
  • the day after her 26 birthday she took the sergeant’s exam and passed with flying colours and was promoted to sergeant of the a-1 district
  • (female officers make up less than 20% of the boston pd, never mind higher up positions)
  • (so obviously farah is nursey’s hero)

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Something To Talk About

As requested by @j-deering (Sorry this has taken me so long. I’m usually better at getting requests done faster. Hope you enjoy and don’t hesitate to send more requests in the future!)


Maura wasn’t usually one for gossip, but she couldn’t stop hearing people whispering about something. So, though she knew it was wrong, she eavesdropped. She hid around the corner and listened in on a conversation between Susie and Frankie.

Frankie spoke first. “Do you think my sister and Maura are going out?”

“I don’t like to guess,” Maura heard Susie say. She smiled. She was proud of her. “But if I had to, I’d say it’s pretty likely.” At first Maura was just focused on the fact that Susie had guessed, since she had made it very clear that wasn’t something she should do.

Then, what she said clicked. Maura gasped, then fearing that she might be heard, she put her hand over her mouth and made her way as quickly and quietly as she could down the hallway. When she got to her office she closed the door carefully behind her and quietly said to herself, “I don’t believe it.”

“What, Maura, what don’t you believe?”

Maura spun around and clutched her chest. She hadn’t known Jane was in her office. She was too concerned with not being caught by Susie and Frankie. After she recovered a moment she went over to Jane and whisper yelled, “They think we’re lovers!”

Jane had heard the rumors too, but she kept her cool. “Who, Maur?”

“Susie, Frankie, possibly everybody in the Boston Police Department.” Maura still hadn’t calmed down.

“Did they say we laugh a little too loud? Stand a little too close?” At this Maura realized she was actually quite close to Jane, so she took a step back. Jane continued on. “Stare just a little too long?”

“Well, no. I didn’t stick around to hear everything. They might have.”

“Are you guessing,” Jane teased.

“No,” Maura denied. Then both of them dissolved into a fit of laughter. After what Jane said, Maura caught herself and quit laughing. “Jane,” Maura said. Sensing that Maura was serious, Jane quieted her laughing and listened. “What if they’re seeing something we don’t?”

Suddenly Jane was nervous. She didn’t know how to answer that. She looked at the ground trying to think of something to say in response. Before she could think of anything Maura said her name, causing her to look back up at her. “You’re running the scar on your hand and you have a drop of perspiration on your forehead. Are you nervous?” Maura already knew the answer. What she really wanted to know was why.

“Maur, this is crazy. So there’s rumors. I just ignore them. Maybe you should too. I gotta go. I promised Ma I’d have lunch with her.” With that, Jane exited Maura’s office. It took a rumor to make her wonder, but now she was convinced. Jane really liked her…in a more than friendly way.

Jane went to her desk. She wished she did have lunch planned with Ma, but she had only used that as an excuse. So, Maura had finally heard the rumors. She may hear things from different people, but she’d never hear any of them say that Jane thought of her every day and dreamed about her every night. No, she wouldn’t tell that to anybody, so there’s no way Maura could know that, right? But with what just happened with Maura down in her office, it made Jane wonder. If there was one thing Maura was good at it was figuring things out. Maybe she should just go back down there and tell her everything. Or, maybe it could wait until after work.

So, after postponing it for a few hours, Jane finally headed back to Maura’s office, but when she got there she found it empty. Maura’s purse was gone. Maybe she’d already gone home. If she had at least it saved Jane from having to talk to her today.

Jane left Maura’s office, wishing she had brought her stuff with her so she didn’t have to go back and get it. When she went and grabbed her jacket, she noticed a sticky note stuck to her computer. She leaned over her desk to read it.


Jane, I hope that you feel the same way. If you do, meet me at The Dirty Robber tonight after work. –Maura

Jane didn’t know when she had gotten the note onto her computer, but she guessed it didn’t really matter. Jane grabbed the note off her computer and stuck it in her pocket. She was going to The Dirty Robber, on what she presumed might be a date.

NAACP, minority officers’ group criticize ‘Patriots Day’ for erasing slain black officer

  • The Boston NAACP, the Massachusetts Association of Minority Law Enforcement Officers and the family of slain Boston Police Department officer Dennis Simmonds have all joined to criticize the newly released historic thriller Patriots Day.
  • They say the movie whitewashed the role of minority officers responding to the April 2013 Boston Marathon bombings. Read more.
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Alec Lightwood is a brilliant but prickly Boston Police Detective in the Homicide Unit. Alec can tackle a perp like a linebacker is well known for being someone you don’t want to cross. He rarely lets his guard down with anyone but finds himself inexplicably drawn to Magnus Bane, the Chief Medical Examiner working at Boston Police Department. Magnus is always impeccably and exotically dressed and is known around the force as “Queen of the Dead” while Alec is well known for his refusal to wear anything except black and the darkest of colors and the most practical clothing he can get away with. Alec comes from a big family with an overprotective and very conservative mother Maryse while Magnus is an only adopted child of a wealthy family whom he has little to do with. As they solve crimes together Magnus and Alec start to realise that despite their differences, they also have a lot in common and with the spark of attraction come the challenges. There’s enormous pressure from the Police Force and his mother for Alec to at least pretend to be straight but with Magnus he starts to realise that he is loved and accepted for being himself, exactly the way he is. 

A man walked through the white light toward Joe, a trim and confident man, a man who wore command like a birthmark.

His father.

More men walked out of the white behind him, and Joe was soon surrounded by a dozen members of the Boston Police Department.

His father cocked his head. “So you’re a cop killer now, Joseph.”

Joe said, “I didn’t kill anybody.”

His father ignored that. “Looks like your accomplices were about to take you on the dead man’s drive. Did they decide you were too much of a liability?”

80s Music Is The Cure:

❤ Duran Duran- helps everything, everyday things that piss you off

❤ Journey- helps you calm down

❤ Def Leppard- you can accomplish anything, any assignment, work or school through Def

❤ Tears For Fears- helps with venting or crying

❤ Depeche Mode- Gives you some sense of a boost of confidence idk

❤ Van Halen- will boost your mood, gets you stoked for life

❤ The Eagles- helps clear your mind

❤ Police, Boston and The Cars- good driving music (as cliché as it sounds)

❤ Wham, Alphaville, A-ha, Flock Of Seagulls, and Culture Club- helps you escape and live in another world, a colorful one

❤ The Cure- its the cure (just the guitar is enough)

❤ Foreigner, Fleetwood Mac, Genesis, America, Survivor, REO Speedwagon, REM - gives you good ideas

❤ Kiss, Motley Crüe, Styx, Whitesnake, INXS- put you in the mood for music

❤ Metallica, Queen, ACDC, Aerosmith, Led Zeppelin, Scorpions- makes your ass get up and do it

❤ David Bowie, Billy Idol, Bon Jovi, Lynyrd Skynyrd-  gives a special inspiration