but the reversal of not just the earlier 'whoa-I know' but this

Tossy...Part 9

(Part 1  Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7  Part 8  Part 10  Part 11  Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Epilogue)


Racing across three towns into a small area known as Hubbell, you pull up into the driveway of the first victim’s home as you shut down the car, undo your seat-belt, and throw your door open.

“Hey.  Y/L/N,” Morgan says, his hand reaching out to grip your arm as you slowly pan your gaze over towards him.

“You know you don’t have to be someone you’re not around us,” he says, his eyes softening as your gaze hardens.

“If this is your way of getting into my pants,” you begin as you watch Morgan’s lips pull into a straight, taut line, “then rest assured, the women you hit on are just easy.”

Ripping your arm out from his grasp, you start your trek up to the front door as you knock on it lightly, rocking back and forth on your feet as you watch the doorknob slowly turn.

“Hello?” the petite woman asks.

“Hi.  FBI,” you say as you quickly flip out your badge, “I just need a few minutes in your house.”

“I-is…is something else wrong?” she asks as a man comes up to the door, his hand resting protectively on the woman’s shoulder as your eyes dart up to him.

“Please excuse my colleague,” Morgan says as he approaches the door, “she doesn’t get let out much.”

“Anything to help,” she says, her voice trembling with emotion as she steps aside, ushering you both into their home.

Barging through their door, you make a beeline for the kitchen, throwing open cabinets as Morgan comes barreling behind you.

“Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa,” he says, gripping your arm tight as he whips your entire body towards him, “now’s a really good time to clue me in on your little escapade.”

“They didn’t fight back, Derek.”

Using his first name caught him off-guard, so much so that his entire face fell.

“These women, who…who were fighting for their sanity, for…for their ability to feel happiness and joy and…a-a-and…and beauty…and they didn’t.  Fight.  Back.”

Clenching your jaw as you turn your attention back to the cabinets, Morgan sighs as he begins to backtrack towards the couple, now understanding what his boss was talking about earlier, as he slowly turns towards the couple who are staring at you quizzically from the entrance of their kitchen.

“Would it be alright if I took a look in your bathrooms?” he asks.

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“Anything, Reid?” J.J asks, dipping her head into the room.

“Out of the list of 58 men, I have it narrowed down to…seven,” he says as he picks the papers up in his hands, “…seven possible men.”

Rearing up and handing the papers to her with their faces, home addresses, and anything else you could possibly want on them, J.J. nods as she strides out into the police den.

“Run these guys names and faces through every system you’ve got access to,” she says, handing the papers to Dale as he nods and turns himself to his computer screen.

“What kind of criminal activity am I looking for?” he asks, clicking buttons on his slow-moving computer as J.J. bends over his shoulder, watching the screen as it begins to whir with faces.

“Any at this point,” she sighs.

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“No drugs,” you say as you jam the back of your head into the car-seat cushion.

“Well, the toxicology reports-”

“-only outline drugs found in the system that they routinely test for,” you interrupt.

“Why are you so sure that these girls may have been taking something illegal alongside their medication?” Derek asks, turning his body in the passenger seat and eyeing you pointedly.

“It’s not uncommon for someone battling depression, even on medication, to seek out the comfort of something else to aid in combating the…symptoms,” you enunciate as you clasp the bridge of your nose in between your fingers. “I just don’t understand why-”

“Y/L/N!” Morgan raises his voice.

“What!?” you roar, snapping your cold gaze to his fiery eyes as your chest heaves with emotion

“You’re fixating,” he breathes.

Running your hands wildly through your hair, you squeeze your eyes shut as you shake your head tightly.  Opening your eyes, Morgan watches the emotion drain from your eyes, slowly turning you into the cold, calculating person you have been portraying yourself to be.

“Y/L/N…” Morgan lulls, trying to coach the emotion back out of you as you sit up straight in your seat.

“Let’s get back to the precinct. Can you call Garcia and see if she has that list of suspects for me? She was narrowing dow-“”

Feeling your phone vibrate against your hip, you sigh pointedly as you rip it from your pocket.

“What?” you drone.

“We have him,“ Spencer says, "he fits everything. White male, 34, drives a dark blue truck with a fully-covered bed, been going to anger management for his outbursts that started after his mom died three months ago after a long battle with cancer. Apparently his mom also had a bi-polar disorder.”

As your eyes widen, you jam your car keys into the ignition and turn them ferociously, bending the key in the process as you throw the car into reverse, peeling from the driveway as you watch the GPS in the SUV light up with a destination.

“Garcia’s sending the address to your car GPS now,” Spencer confirms.

“It says ETA is 23 minutes,” you lull.

“Alright, see you in 15,” Spencer says before hanging up the call.

You felt your cheek twitch ever so lightly at the sentiment.

And Derek caught it, too.

dairi89  asked:

I totally didn't notice that he was actually writing in a journal til I saw your posts about, and whoa! Totally awesome. I am loving that and wondering if they will bring in again what he is writing about exactly. Can we discuss the fact that, if that indeed is his side of the bed, Felicity was totally lying there earlier? Or if it's her side, he is?

Oliver Jonas Queen. The freaking Green Arrow keeps a journal.

It’s a lovely visual of how much he’s grown, right? There was a time when all he kept a journal for was crossing off the names of people he hunted. Now he gets to fill pages with his dreams, hopes, mistakes, things he doesn’t want to cross off or move on from. Because all of this is a part of him now. Even the things he regrets, he doesn’t want to forget. He wants to learn. He wants to grow. He wants to grow with her.

I don’t know if they will bring the writing back or not. And honestly, for me, it doesn’t really matter what he’s writing. It’s just the fact that he is writing. What is the purpose of keeping a journal anyway? To vent. To let all those confusing thoughts and emotional longings out in a way that doesn’t hurt anyone. Journaling is designed to help the thinker. 

Considering the context of the episode, it actually makes sense. Who does Oliver normally voice all of his struggles to? Well, Diggle and Felicity. He’s already talked to Dig, but maybe these particular thoughts are more private, more specific about his relationships with Felicity that he doesn’t feel comfortable sharing with anyone. Who does Oliver normally run to when he has no one else? Felicity. His truest confidant. But he can’t exactly talk to her right now, because they’re in a disagreement. Hence, the journal. 

It’s a simple, quiet, very human moment. (And it’s certainly a healthier response than putting arrows in people.) 

Now, Felicity also didn’t seem surprised whatsoever to see him writing away his silent musings, so that implies he does this often

And good grief, you bring up an excellent point. They have sides.

My instinct says that it was his side that he was laying on while journaling, since that was also the same side he was on while they were still in Ivy Town. Which means you’re totally right, and Felicity chose to rest on his side. Maybe it smells like him? Since Oliver’s learned how to get some deep rest, even after all the hell he’s been through and lack of sleep he’s endured on a regular basis, maybe Felicity thinks she can somehow channel that by resting in his spot? Who knows why we do what we do when we’re upset? It was an emotional decision, not necessarily a logical one. She was seeking comfort, even if she didn’t realize it.

And even if we’re wrong and that was Felicity’s side, that means Oliver chose to lay down on her side, waiting for her to come home to him. This in itself is a pretty remarkable reversal of all the times she’s had to wait for him to come back to her.

Either way, they seek each other out and keep pursuing one another. They want what’s best for the other person, which is partly why they disagreed tonight, because they had different ideas about what was best. But that drive also keeps them fighting for each other, for their relationship. Ultimately, this is how they will stand the test of time. This episode just gave us a snapshot of Olicity’s future. Whatever trials come their way, whatever heartache, whatever “problems”…they will overcome them. Together.

A Good Start

A semi-retelling of the final moments of the first episode of the show, “Star Comes To Earth”. Also on FanFiction.net (x).


“Wait!”

This is the only word he managed to splutter out the moment he saw her walking away, hiding her teary eyes under her golden locks of hair.
He awkwardly ran towards the princess that came in his life earlier that day and carefully put a hand on her shoulder.

“I don’t want you to go… I want you to stay with us!”

The girl’s reaction was what surprised him the most.

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