I had an idea the other dayand I thought it would make a good CM x reader fic where a case that the reader worked on comes back to haunt her. also this will be set in the future probably 3 years after season 12 but Reid is not in jail. Also there will be some references from pervious seasons that I’ll use and also there is one that isn’t to obvious so if you do find then let me know as it will be mentioned later on if I make this a multi-fic.
It may or may not be a multi fic but if you guys do want it to be a multi fic then don’t hesitate to message me! So I hope you enjoy it and requests are open so go send me your requests if you have any!
“DANIEL KNIGHT, FBI! PUT THE GUN DOWN AND LET HIM GO!“ Emily shouted as she, Rossi, Reid and Tara aimed the their guns at Daniel.
“NO! YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND! HE’S A TRAITOR! HE BETRAYED HIS COUNTRY! HE DESERVES TO DIE, JUST LIKE ALLL THOSE OTHER TRAITORS!” Daniel shouted as kept hold of the traumatised hostage.
Just then Y/N came in unarmed and just in her bulletproof vest with her arms up in the air“Daniel, I'm Agent Y/N Y/L/N of the FBI’s State Department and I need you to calm down for me okay?” Y/N said as she signalled to the others to holster guns, whilst Daniel pointed the gun at her
Can you do something about not knowing your pregnant with Damian's baby when he dies, and when he comes back he finds you with his child?
when he dies?? i mean this is obv when he’s not a child. aged up for Consent, my friends (warning for emetophobia !)
You throw up the day after the funeral, in the bathroom you used to share. You don’t know if it’s because you saw his razor on the edge of the sink and thought about how you were going to throw it away or because his clothes are still in the hamper to be washed. You rest your head against the porcelain rim and count to ten and, when you push away, you’re struck with another wave of nausea.
You stay in the bathroom, thinking ‘just in case’ while sitting beside the toilet, until Alfred knocks and asks if you’re alright. A weak, “Yeah, sure.” that you don’t mean, and he turns the knob.
lol damian asking something to bruce just responds "ask your mother" and damian just starts playing back to back while singing "IM A YOUR SON OR MY MOM SON"
lmao all I can see from this is Damian walking to the airport with like five hundred dollars and trying to purchase a flight to Pakistan at two in the morning. the ticket person refuses his money because he is a Child. “but I need to know if I can go to a football game with Colin this Sunday.”
For many of us, Sept. 11, 2001, is one of those touchstone dates — we remember exactly where we were when we heard that the planes hit the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. I was in Afghanistan.
I’d arrived in Kabul on Sept. 9 to cover the trial of eight foreign aid workers who had been arrested by the Taliban regime, which accused them of preaching Christianity to Afghans. Proselytizing was a death penalty crime, and two Americans were among the accused.
As Time magazine’s correspondent in the region, I’d been reporting from Afghanistan on and off since 1997. By 2001, the country — which came under harsh Taliban rule in 1996 — was depleted, dependent on foreign aid and almost entirely cut off from the rest of the world. It was beset by drought and on the brink of famine. Only three countries — Pakistan, Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates — recognized the Taliban regime. The most reliable way to get in and out of the country were via United Nations and aid flights from Pakistan, where I was based.
After more than two decades of conflict, the city of Kabul felt dead, crushed by poverty and trauma. Everyone who could afford to leave this formerly cosmopolitan city had emigrated elsewhere. Electricity was sporadic and there was no phone service or postal service. The roads were pocked and broken, with sparse traffic. Curtains in private homes were drawn: No one wanted to encourage prying eyes.
Photo: Saeed Khan/AFP/Getty Images Caption: Members of the Taliban militia ride in vehicles during Afghanistan’s annual Independence Day parade in Kabul on Aug. 19, 2001. Afghanistan was largely cut off from the world during the Taliban’s rule from 1996 to 2001. That changed dramatically after the Sept. 11 attacks.