polygraph

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I know your act. You do your little dance, you beat polygraph machines, you always manage to guess the right culprit after missing the first four or five times. You whip that hair around and fall over every reasonable girl that Guster hasn’t unsuccessfully hit on already. And now you’ve made your way to O'Hara.

If I ever have to take a polygraph test, I think I’ll most likely fail, even when telling the truth, because I get nervous even when being asked insignificant questions, for instance when a fast food employee asks you if that’s all you’ll be ordering, I’m over here like I don’t know is that all I want, maybe I’ll want more later …who knows

3

John Oliver: Trump’s Russia scandal has the intrigue of Watergate, except everyone is incompetent

John Oliver has a new shorthand for President Donald Trump’s ongoing, multilayered Russia scandal: “Stupid Watergate.”

“It is not clear what is really going on here yet, although one possibility is that this all amounts to what I’m going to call ‘Stupid Watergate,’” Oliver said on Sunday’s Last Week Tonight. “A potential scandal with all the intrigue of Watergate, except everyone involved is really bad at everything. And the relevant question isn’t so much, ‘What did the president know and when did he know it?’ as it is, ‘Is the president physically capable of knowing things at all?’”

By Oliver’s telling, every single phase of the Trump-Russia scandal has been brought on by a dumb mistake. He walked through some of the key players of the scandal, all of whom have been the target of questions about whether Trump’s team worked with — — and covered up working with — Russian officials to support Russian interests and manipulate the 2016 election with hacked Democratic emails.

Take Attorney General Jeff Sessions. Most recently, he was brought into the Russia scandal when it was revealed that he misled Congress under oath, telling senators he had no communications with Russian officials when he had in fact talked with Russia’s ambassador twice last year.

But here’s the thing: Sessions wasn’t even asked during the confirmation hearing if he had spoken with Russians. During his hearing, Sen. Al Franken (D-MN) asked, “If there is any evidence that anyone affiliated with the Trump campaign communicated with the Russian government in the course of this campaign, what will you do?” Sessions replied, “I’m not aware of any of those activities. I have been called a surrogate at a time or two in that campaign, and I did not have communications with the Russians.”

“That was an unforced error,” Oliver said. “He wasn’t even asked whether he’d met with the Russians. He just implicated himself out of the blue, which should have been immediately suspicious. If you ask someone how their weekend was, and they say, ‘Well, I definitely wasn’t masturbating into the Slurpee machine at the 7-Eleven,’ you check the fucking security cameras at the 7-Eleven, and you don’t act surprised.”

Other Trump surrogates have also come under fire, including former Trump campaign operative Carter Page. When asked whether he had met with the Russian ambassador in Cleveland during the Republican National Convention, Page responded, “I’m not going to deny that I talked with him. I will say that I never met him anywhere outside of Cleveland. … I may have met him. Possibly. And it might have been in Cleveland.”

Or consider former Trump campaign manager Paul Manafort. When asked if Trump had financial relationships with Russian oligarchs, Manafort said, “That’s … that’s what he said. I … that’s … what I said. That’s … obviously what our position is.”

“Holy shit,” Oliver said. “That was so unconvincing it probably set off an unplugged polygraph machine just hidden in a closet somewhere.”

To top it all off, Trump’s apparent tactic to distract everyone over the weekend was to claimwith absolutely zero evidence that President Barack Obama ordered a wiretap of Trump Tower during the 2016 campaign — an idea that may have come from an article published by the conspiracy-laden website Breitbart News.

“I think we can now officially declare that Trump has a worse media diet than the Son of Sam killer,” Oliver said. “And he got all his news from a talking dog who told him to murder.”

What all of this amounts to, Oliver argued, is one of the most incompetent cover-ups — if there is really a cover-up — in the history of presidential scandals. It is, in other words, “Stupid Watergate.”

2

On 15 November, 1989, 15-year-old student from Peekskill, New York, Angela Correa, left her home with her cassette player and camera in search of subjects for her photography class. When she didn’t return home her family called the police. Her badly beaten body was discovered two days later; she had been beaten, raped, and then strangled to death. Authorities zoned in on her classmate, 17-year-old Jeffrey Deskovic, who was said to have arrived to school late the day after Angela disappeared. He also apparently behaved “overly distraught” by her death, often visiting her grave.

Classmates said that Jeffrey was particularly fond of Angela because she was one of the very few students that actually spoke to him. Jeffrey was questioned a number of times about the murder of Angela and was taken to a private polygraph business at the request of the local Sheriff’s Department. The real motive behind this was to “get the confession” as revealed during trial. Jeffrey was held in a small room without a lawyer or parent. As well as this, he was provided with no food and intensely interrogated. His so-called confession came after six gruelling hours. Regardless of the fact that his DNA did not match that of the semen found on Angela, Jeffrey was arrested and the prosecution attempted to strengthen his coerced confession.

The prosecution attempted to argue that the semen came from a consensual partner and that Jeffrey was the real killer, which he staunchly denied. With not a shred of evidence against him and going on his coerced confession alone, which he had immediately recanted, Jeffrey was found guilty of murder in 1991. Jeffrey sat in prison until September 2006, when the DNA from the semen found on Angela’s body was tested again and lo and behold, the semen was matched to convicted murderer Steven Cunningham, who was serving time for strangling the sister of his girlfriend.

On 20 September, 2006, Jeffrey was released from prison after his conviction was overturned. Jeffrey won a $41.6 million lawsuit for his wrongful conviction and now works as an advocate for reforming the criminal justice system.

eastofthemoon  asked:

Here's a thought for you, when Shiro comes back from wherever he vanished to, for him it's only been like an hour but for everyone else it's been like five years or maybe even a decade?

:3   I like a decade.


Immediately after stepping out of the Black Lion, something felt wrong.

Something was different.

Shiro stood in place, helmet on his lip until it clicked.  The hangar was rearranged.

Not that it had a lot of things in it already, but there was some equipment on the walls and shelving, and it was either switched out or moved around.

An odd thing to do, while he was flying around Zarkon.  Shiro found himself a little irritated at the idea - he was the one who used those tools most, after all, and someone else messing with it made him antsy.  But he shook that off.  It wasn’t like Shiro owned any of it, and Allura and Coran had every right to move it around as they pleased.

That settled, Shiro walked back out, head tilted.  Was he the first one back, somehow?  He didn’t remember anything after passing out during that battle until he woke up in the Black Lion, hungry and cold but otherwise intact.  Maybe Black had flown him back and he had just woken quickly?  

Shiro put his helmet back on, listening for the inevitable post-battle chatter, at least from Allura and Coran.

Nothing.

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i remember one time i was watching that crime show they have on cnn headline news and it was a rare episode that ended with no guilty verdict and the trial was about this old dude that died in a fire and his wife was accused of doing it for life insurance+home insurance and they were presenting the prosecution’s case for most of the episode who were like “lol the old lady is saying the kerosene heater blew up but kerosene heaters dont blow up shes lying” and towards the end they brought up the defense argument and they got this fire department forensics dude that was like “Heyy yeah so it turns out the fire started because of a gasoline explosion in the garage.. and it seems like the explosion was caused by using gasoline to fuel a kerosene heater.. which can cause explosions” and the defense lawyer was like “Ok so what do you think is more likely that this 65 year old lady decided to kill her husband by rigging their kerosene heater into an improvised gasoline bomb to blow him up and burn down their house while she was still inside the house inside the garage with him or did an old dude make the mistake of thinking that its safe to use gasoline in a kerosene heater you tell me” and then it was a not guilty verdict and at the end they had the sheriff and he was like “yeah i think she got away with murder i mean sure theres that physical evidence guy but still… she failed a polygraph test”

have some fic recs!

these are mostly s1-3 but i’m starting to add s4-6! i have them divided by season & arcs. and these are mostly finished fics with a very rare few exceptions (bc i have a hard time keeping up with wips in sorry!) i’ll be posting again when i have some more to add :) *these are in no particular order just as i happen to read them*

and always please leave a nice comment/review!!

@littlereddove bc i told you i’d give you older fics ! so here’s a mix.

AUs
“somewhere someone must know the ending” by maleficently
https://archiveofourown.org/works/521505

“a pirate’s heart” by alcandre
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9623025/1/

“second chances” by jokerssmiles
http://archiveofourown.org/works/4216470/chapters/9531846

“those final two minutes” by amoopoint
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12531028/1/

“a million tiny little things” by foxbones
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7443364/chapters/16910797?view_adult=true

INDISTINCT TIME (s1-2)
“love her like she’s leaving” by absedarian
http://archiveofourown.org/works/747273

“memory” by rae325
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8868992/1/Memory

“possession” by sapphire smoke
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9256672/1/Possession

“come hungry” by chilly_flame
https://archiveofourown.org/works/668033

“all my care and woe” series by writetherest
https://archiveofourown.org/series/53663

“queens die proudly” by fictorium
http://archiveofourown.org/works/495795/chapters/867978

“through heaven’s eyes” by standbackufools
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8515418/1/

“revenge of the three little pigs” by mskezzles
http://archiveofourown.org/works/862051/chapters/1652372

SEASON 1
“land and the sea” series by adventurepants
https://archiveofourown.org/series/15898

“small world” by livelovelikeme
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2296289

“what good people do” by aurorstorm
https://archiveofourown.org/works/429164#main

“a trail of destruction” by starsthatburn
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9254493/1/A-Trail-Of-Destruction

“lucid” by alittlepinkvial
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9163924/1/

“you run for cover (i’ll take the bullet)” by writetherest
https://archiveofourown.org/works/923107

“the clock stopped ticking” by random dice
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8083628/1/The-Clock-Stopped-Ticking

“bitter” by aurorstorm
http://archiveofourown.org/works/429148/chapters/724188#main

“through a rose coloured camera lens” by aurorstorm
http://archiveofourown.org/works/485179/chapters/844845

“phases of the moon” by wily_one24
http://archiveofourown.org/series/140532

“the staircase” by red charcoal
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8602172/1/The-Staircase

“this great distance” by chilly-flame
http://archiveofourown.org/works/668021/chapters/1220209

“the worlds you never see” by writetherest
http://archiveofourown.org/works/619083/chapters/1116989

“this happens to all heroes” by fangirlinit
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1245949/chapters/2561230

“underland” by jellyheart84
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9177293/1/

“of love and loathing” by sapphire smoke
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8950508/1/Of-Love-and-Loathing


POST SEASON 1
“monday” by echo_au
https://archiveofourown.org/works/651362?view_adult=true#main

“some hope after all” by hunnyfresh
http://archiveofourown.org/works/645637/chapters/1172731

“burn the witch” by jane_bond
http://archiveofourown.org/works/696697/chapters/1282047

“let’s talk about sex” by jane_bond
http://archiveofourown.org/works/699317/chapters/1287948

“battle towards surrender” by fictorium
http://archiveofourown.org/works/433898/chapters/736129

“halfway through the wood” by fictorium
http://archiveofourown.org/works/456306#main

“educating emma” by bond.jane
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8596228/1/Educating-Emma

“a queen without power” by aficionado
http://archiveofourown.org/works/539142/chapters/957555

“reset” by skinnyprocrastinator
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3072524/chapters/6667847

“the debt” by scribes and scrolls
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8126674/1/The-Debt

“a ledger squared in blood” by scribes and scrolls
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8294827/1/A-Ledger-Squared-In-Blood

“your move” by lzclotho
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8195340/1/Your-Move

SEASON 2
“a touch of magic” by lzclotho
https://archiveofourown.org/works/524203

“punctured soul” by skinnyprocrastinator
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3237476/chapters/7052129

“the rescue blues” by icicleair
https://archiveofourown.org/works/401901

“savior’s shield” by aurorstorm
https://archiveofourown.org/works/429180

“thicker than oceans” by adventurepants
https://archiveofourown.org/works/458275

“soothing the distressed soul” by skinnyprocrastinator
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2746352/chapters/6156341

“the stars that fade” by chelseadaggz
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9795166/1/The-Stars-That-Fade#end

“safe in the arms of love” by jd4941
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11122274/1/

“saving mom” by skinnyprocrastinator
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2577158/chapters/5734850

“polygraph calibration for beginners” by absedarian (bering & wells)
http://archiveofourown.org/works/676165/chapters/1237989

“a fine line” by hunnyfresh
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9095819/1/A-Fine-Line

“flu love’s kiss” by sea-ess-eye
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9008544/1/Flu-Love-s-Kiss

“curse you and your dinner” by highheelsandchocolate
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8814244/1/Curse-You-and-Your-Dinner

“a glamour of truth” by sea-ess-eye
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8892899/1/

“my enemy’s enemy” by egoperceptum
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9212841/1/

“a dark ocean” by chilly_flame
http://archiveofourown.org/works/805227/chapters/1518809

“there will come a time, you’ll see, when love won’t break your heart” by inkinthepot
http://archiveofourown.org/works/523173/chapters/925496

“a broken heart the world forgot” by writetherest
https://archiveofourown.org/works/938112?view_adult=true

“the line” by chilly_flame
http://archiveofourown.org/works/668074/chapters/1220340

“a midnight dreary” by egoperceptum
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9224737/1/

“tattoo removal for dummies” by rebelbyrdie
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9363940/1/Tattoo-Removal-For-Dummies#end

“fade away with me” by selizabetha01
https://archiveofourown.org/works/664688

“a journey, in three acts” by coalitiongirl
https://archiveofourown.org/works/661856?view_adult=true

“you do not have to walk on your knees” by dollsome
http://archiveofourown.org/works/632136/chapters/1143528#main

“beautiful” sgtmac
https://archiveofourown.org/works/660699

“family matters” by hunnyfresh
http://archiveofourown.org/works/641786/chapters/1163927

“sounds like something breaking” by strangesmallbard
https://archiveofourown.org/works/718785

“burn” by sgtmac
https://archiveofourown.org/works/655169

“broken” by rae325
https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8884957/1/Broken

“the monomythical adventures of regina mills and emma swan” series by maggiemerc
https://archiveofourown.org/series/37851

“death is just so full (and man so small)” by alinaandalion
https://archiveofourown.org/works/809813?view_adult=true

“our hearts will make a fire” by bayloriffic
http://archiveofourown.org/works/758616/chapters/1418668

“fretting over the fate of dinosaurs” by harper_m
http://archiveofourown.org/works/947050/chapters/1849609

“the one with emma’s wedding” by aurorstorm
https://archiveofourown.org/works/940806

“the queen and her lady” by starvinglunatic
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2145348/chapters/4687146

“whatever this is” by afictionado
http://archiveofourown.org/works/918010/chapters/1781942

“for henry” by adm_hawthorne
http://archiveofourown.org/works/736465/chapters/1369811

“our choices seal our fight” series by alinaandalion
https://archiveofourown.org/series/48723

“static” by hunnyfresh
http://archiveofourown.org/works/784526/chapters/1479337#main

“when the time is right” by deemn
https://archiveofourown.org/series/38834

“liar liar” by barbieshoes
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9151280/1/Liar-Liar

“defenestration” be velace
https://archiveofourown.org/works/986002

“what i did for love” by korderoo
https://archiveofourown.org/works/988961#main

“nothing comes from nothing” by parakitty
http://archiveofourown.org/works/890453/chapters/1717803

“if the blazer fits” by flyyoufools
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1054211/chapters/2110535

“the hard way home” by adventurepants
https://archiveofourown.org/works/441242

“addict fic” by fictorium
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/8998615/1/

“the cellar” by lovingonce
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9625417/1/

“everyone loves regina” by writetherest
http://archiveofourown.org/works/933380

“all these small steps you take” by negativeblue
http://archiveofourown.org/works/832700

END OF SEASON 2
“mend these broken pieces” by highheelsandchocolate
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9356875/1/Mend-These-Broken-Pieces

“a safe place” by rebelbyrdie
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9283245/1/A-Safe-Place

“on the mend” by coalitiongirl
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9278240/1/On-the-Mend

“you don’t need anything else” by rae325
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9273773/1/You-Don-t-Need-Anything-Else

“pretend” by sgtmac
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9215695/1/Pretend

“when the time is right” by negativeblue
https://archiveofourown.org/works/798638#main

“take this sinking boat and point it home” by mariathepenguin
http://archiveofourown.org/works/860705/chapters/1649266

“daylight” by queercapwriting
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9272115/1/

“calendar” by skinnyprocrastinator
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3321863/chapters/7259702

NEVERLAND
“by the light of the moon” by bayloriffic
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1000303?view_adult=true

“fall” by sgtmac
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9325020/1/

“poppies” by SpookshowBabyx
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10164255/1/

“i am violence” series by darkersky
http://archiveofourown.org/series/47296

“we’ll make our home on the water” by bayloriffic
http://archiveofourown.org/works/812066/chapters/1533780

“two sides of the heart” by velace
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1380376/chapters/2889358

“devil’s spawn” by starvinglunatic
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7831450/chapters/17877538

“send it farther on” by nextgreatadventure
http://archiveofourown.org/works/894733/chapters/1727683#main

“never say neverland” by lzclotho
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/9818095/1/

POST NEVERLAND/NYC/WICKED WITCH
“hide and seek” by absedarian
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1117740/chapters/7032956?utf8=✓&selected_id=2251464&commit=Go

“a kind of painful progress” by writetherest
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1495930/chapters/3158752

“in the dark” by intensedreams
http://archiveofourown.org/works/3259727/chapters/7108268

“you left me with nothing (but i’ve worked with less)” by fictorium
http://archiveofourown.org/works/991281

“gravity” by negativeblue
http://archiveofourown.org/works/833874/chapters/1587114

“do dream people like apples?” by skywideopen3
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5019568/chapters/11535583

“new york serenade” by lzclotho
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1095670/chapters/2205092

“incomplete” by negativeblue
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1087599

“mine” by ellemae
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1549499/chapters/3282614

“the wicked games” by black_knight
https://archiveofourown.org/works/1066842?view_adult=true#main

“keep me without chains” by swansaloft
http://archiveofourown.org/works/4681223/chapters/10685252

“the demons from our past” by bythedawn
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1051047/chapters/2102813

“chase” by fangirlinit
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7160954

“many miles to avalon” by wistfulwatcher
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1485289/chapters/3134542

“who needs shelter” by deemn
http://archiveofourown.org/works/893281/chapters/1724320

“who needs angels anyway” by snarkingturtle
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2670071#main

“that drunk night (i hardly remember)” by corikane
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10004568/1/

“coming home” by bythedawn
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1129613?view_adult=true#main

“it begins with trust” by paradoxalpoised
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5523098/chapters/12749657

“try to hold my tongue but it’s useless” by calaenos
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1779049#main

“when all your memories fade away” by imaginethat57
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/11401842/1/

“peace of the heart” by sangarinos
http://archiveofourown.org/works/4092106

“villains don’t get happy endings” by lizardmm
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2755391/chapters/6177194

POST SEASON 3
“in the velvet darkness” by devje
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1663199/chapters/3529082

“i met cupid (and he eats people)” by coalitiongirl
http://archiveofourown.org/works/4670879/chapters/10659329

“maybe this time” by strangesmallbard
http://archiveofourown.org/works/1713635#main

“a pale imitation” by nycz
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/10734722/1/

SEASON 4
“always known” by deceptivelycomplex3925
https://archiveofourown.org/works/3873670#main

DARK SWAN
“of imps and queens” series by looselybound
https://archiveofourown.org/series/374273

POST DARK SWAN
“sex, love and other contractual obligations” by ames78
http://archiveofourown.org/series/384337

“wherever you go, we follow” by misscanteloupe
http://archiveofourown.org/works/4713923#main

“this is not the time miss swan” by skye_la
http://archiveofourown.org/works/5985634/chapters/13754875

“like we are fools” by bringyouhometoo
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6311569?view_adult=true#main

“operation: intervention” by madamemayorrm
http://archiveofourown.org/works/6491503

POST UNDERWORLD
“forget me not” by sqwriter
https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12216512/1/

SPLIT QUEEN
“mirror tricks” by starsthatburn
http://archiveofourown.org/works/8334127/chapters/19090537

“imagine me and you (and you) by queenssaviour)
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7779961?view_adult=true

POST SPLIT QUEEN/SEASON 6
as imperfect as love is, we could coexist by wordsasweapons
https://archiveofourown.org/works/8631043#main

“until the end of time” by coalitiongirl
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10428180#main

“the problem(s) with dating emma swan” by andawaywego
http://archiveofourown.org/works/10643664?view_adult=true

“amor fati” by coalitiongirl
https://archiveofourown.org/works/10501134

anonymous asked:

I just find it so hard to think that anyone as intelligent as you obviously are could believe that jonbenet was murdered by her parents or Burke. It's ridiculous BUT I believed that garbage too before I wastched the newest specials (one called the killing of jonbenet says that ppl who still believe the parents did it haven't looked at what Lou smit said & maybe that's you ?) but after seeing all this I know for sure that someone broke in. She fought against them. They had proof & they have DNA

First of all, that was touch DNA that was found ten years later (after it had been handled by a number of people including pathologists etc). We all shed DNA constantly and if you know anything about the crime scene, you know it was ridiculously mishandled with a number of people on the scene. When current Boulder DA Stan Garnett was elected and took over the case, he became aware of mishandling of the DNA testing - “They had deviated and dropped down to four markers as opposed to the standard [13]. There doesn’t even need to be direct contact for touch DNA to be transferred. Somebody could have touched something and then she could have touched it and then touched her clothing thus touch DNA being transferred. That’s why it’s unheard of for somebody to be convicted or exonerated on touch DNA. Hundreds of people had been in and out of the Ramsey house over the Christmas period and even on the day her body was discovered. People confessed that they had recently slept in JonBenet’s bed while staying overnight at the Ramsey’s while she slept in her parent’s bed. She was constantly being paraded about. There was touch DNA everywhere in that house.

Secondly, Loui Smit proved someone could fit through the window, but did you not see he had to slide over the window ledge thus making the intruder theory bullshit due to the fact that the ledge was covered in dirt, dust and debris which can be seen in the crime scene photos:

It would be impossible to climb through the window without disturbing the dirt, dust, and debris. Also, they claim the “intruder” left the torch in the kitchen, so how did he manage to get into the basement, find a paintbrush in Patsy’s bag and turn it into a garrote, kill JonBenet, wrap her up in her favourite blanket, and then hoist himself up onto the window ledge and climb out, without making a sound, disturbing the dirt etc, or leaving any fingerprints? Fleet White, John’s friend, admitted that the suitcase had been moved to under the window by him when they were searching for JonBenet, meaning that it couldn’t have been the point of exit since it was so high up that something would need to be underneath to stand on:

There is far more evidence against somebody in the house being the killer - there is no point of entry or exit, Patsy’s fingerprints are the only ones on the ransom, the ransom was written with pen and paper found inside the house with the pen being neatly placed back, a number of experts contended that the writing patches Patsy’s, fibers from the jumper Patsy was wearing on the night of the murder was found on the inside of the tape over JonBenet’s mouth, JonBenet ate pineapple before she was killed and Patsy and Burke’s fingerprints are on a bowl of pineapple found in the kitchen, her parents said she went straight to bed but we know she was awake at some point to eat the pineapple, the Ramsey’s refused to speak to police or take polygraphs for over a year. I just don’t understand why somebody would come to a house to murder a child and write a ransom note in the kitchen with stationary found in the kitchen where they could be caught at any moment. Why write a ransom note demanding money and then leave the murdered child in the house? That is completely unheard of.

The crime scene was staged, thus whoever staged it wanted it to appear as a different sort of crime than what it really was and direct attention away from those inside the house. What motivation would an intruder have to do that? Why did they stick around staging a crime scene? She wasn’t strangled with much force considering it caused no internal damage. The rope around her wrists was so loose that the pathologist could just slip it over her hand. She was already unconscious when the tape was placed over her mouth and that can be seen with the undisturbed lip print left on the inside of the tape, implying there was no struggle to get it off.

A grand jury even voted to indict the Ramsey’s but DA Alex Hunter refused:

http://www.denverpost.com/2013/10/25/jonbent-ramsey-grand-jury-indictment-accused-parents-of-child-abuse-resulting-in-death/

Instead of basing your opinion on a bias documentary that has been refuted by a number of experts, why not read the case files? Why not read books written by lead detectives on the case? Why not actually look at the evidence yourself? Lou Smit makes it sound believable until you look at the abundance of evidence that can solidly refute what he claims, even down to the crime scene photos of the supposed entry/exit point.

Cold Case Solved after 48 Years

On August 26, 2017, the LA Times announced that the case of Wendy Jo Halison had been solved in 2016 after 48 years.

In September 1968, Wendy Jo Halison, a 22-year-old art student called her sister Linda on a Sunday, telling her there was a hairdryer on sale at a shop called Thrifty, and did she want to go buy one? Her sister declined, wanting to spend the day with her young family. It was a decision that still haunts her decades later.

Wendy drove her green Thunderbird to Wilshire Boulevard, in Los Angeles to the Thrifty shop and bought the hairdryer. She then continued down the street and filled up her car at the gas station. It was the last time she was seen alive.
The family were concerned when they hadn’t heard from Wendy and called the police. The police weren’t willing to start looking right away, they told the family that they couldn’t launch a missing persons case so quickly. The husband of Linda, Wendy’s sister, was a private investigator. He and some friends started looking for Wendy right away.

Only an hour into the search the next morning, Wendy’s boyfriend, a passenger flying in a search helicopter, spotted her car. People would long remain suspicious that he was able to find the car so quickly. The private investigator brother-in-law, Gil, went in the car and found the car keys on the back seat. Gil used the key to open the trunk. Inside, he found Wendy’s body. She had been sexually assaulted and strangled. The killer hadn’t taken her jewelry; the only missing was the hairdryer. 

Police worked from the angle that Wendy knew her killer. This was based on the idea that the killer may have known that Wendy was shopping alone, and that strangulation is considered a personal crime. The boyfriend who spotted Wendy’s car stood out to investigators. They wondered, how did he see Wendy’s car so quickly from the helicopter? They gave him a polygraph test, which he failed, casting even more suspicion on him. 

Yet still detectives were unable to solve the case. Fast forward an entire thirty years to 1998, and the Los Angeles Police Department were starting to use DNA evidence in their cases. As luck would have it, there was an available DNA sample from Wendy’s clothes. The investigators diligently worked to get the DNA tested against Wendy’s boyfriend, an ex-boyfriend, Gil the brother-in-law and another male friend. The DNA matched none of them. 

It took another painful eighteen years to get the answers. The LAPD was finally able to run the DNA sample through the state database in 2016. The reason they were unable to do this before was because the DNA sample was degraded. Improved technology now could identify enough markers in the DNA for the state system. It came back with a match. 

Edwin Dean Richardson was convicted in 1981 of killing Jo Anna Boughner in Ohio and spent the rest of his life in prison. His criminal record also includes the murder of Marla Jean Hires, kidnapping of two girls, and attempted robbery and kidnapping. 

He died in 2013, three years before his DNA identified him as the murderer of Wendy. This case was solved after 48 years, the oldest cold case the LAPD had ever solved. The police now believe Richardson could be responsible for other crimes. Margaret Schuit disappeared from the same Thrifty store a year after Wendy was killed. Margaret’s body was later fund in Burbank. Unfortunately, the evidence from Schuit’s case is lost and her case remains cold.

This case just goes to show how difficult it can be to solve an opportunistic killing, committed by a perpetrator with no prior connection to the victim. It’s something I keep in mind when I write about these cold cases which seem motiveless. That’s because sometimes, they are.

mrriggerworld  asked:

Imagine Maggie as a softball coach, teaching kids how to throw, how to catch, pushing them to improve their skills, taking the team out for pizza after games, making sure that they remember winning's great, but not the most important thing, listening to problems when necessary, and basically being the coach you still talk about after you've grown up. All the kids insist on vetting Alex after she shows up at one of their practices, because they have to make sure she's awesome enough for Maggie.

It’s not like she’s swimming in free time, but she can’t resist the kids.

The kids with the big eyes and uncoordinated runs, who want to play softball but don’t want to be separated along gender lines from their friends; who don’t want to be chewed out by people three times their age for missing a catch; who want to be part of something, but don’t want to go through the ritualistic humiliation that is most organized sports to get it.

So every Saturday, without fail, her work phone is off. Her captain knows; her captain approves.

I think he might be… you know… in your community, he tells her out of the side of his mouth one day about his nine year old son, and she immediately takes the boy onto the team.

Every Saturday, she pulls her ponytail through the back of a beat up Brooklyn Dodgers cap, and trades in her boots for cleats, and slings two bags more than half her height over her back, full of bats and balls and mitts and caps and water bottles and other assorted treats for the horde of nine year olds who stream onto the field she’s reserved just for them in varying states of readiness, varying states of dress (sometimes in skirts, sometimes in older sibling’s baseball jerseys, once – memorably – in a rabbit onesie because it’s Purim, okay, and who says rabbits can’t play softball?), varying states of excitement to get away from their parents, their homes, their schools, for a few solid hours under the California sun.

The only thing she doesn’t accept on the field is giving up; but she does accept anxiety and she does accept tears, because whoever said there’s no crying in baseball clearly has never played softball with a band of misfit kids who spend so much of their time trying to be perfect that sometimes it takes a while for them to realize that on this field, with these kids, with this coach, they can revel in their uniqueness, in their imperfections.

She has a system worked out for their little bodies slipping into existential crises: the swing set nearby. She holds the crying kid, whoever it may be at the time, and she rocks them, and she wipes their tears and she gives them a bottle of water and some animal crackers, and she sends them with two friends – always two friends – off to the swing set for a few minutes, so they can swing the sad away.

She keeps on eye on the ball and the other on them, and they always sprint back with smiles and giggles, ready to keep going, ready to learn more, ready to be more.

So she teaches them to throw and she teaches them to hit; she teaches them to move their hips right along with the rest of their bodies, and most importantly, she teaches them to let go. To let go of what everyone’s ever told them about perfection, about winning, about success, about their self-worth. Because each of them are stardust, and doesn’t that sound cooler than defining themselves by winners and losers.

They run drills and they support each other when the ball trickles through someone’s feet and they eagerly shout me me me me me! when Maggie stands at home plate with a bat in one hand and a ball in the other, knees bent and ready to aim a hit at each of them in turn.

They play against the other local teams, and even though they don’t always win, they always shock the smug-looking parents and coaches of the other teams, and they always win over some new friends – with the more expensive uniforms and pressure to win constantly on their backs – because they always look like they’re having more fun, like they’re feeling more confident, than anyone else to ever step onto the field.

And the first time Alex Danvers steps onto the field, Maggie’s spare cap backwards on her head and a red bandana sticking out of her back pocket and a nervous but thrilled grin on her face, they decide that they need to interrogate this pretty new lady holding Maggie’s hand and helping her carry her bags.

Because Maggie’s never held another girl’s hand before in front of them before, and she’s certainly never let anyone carry her bags for her before.

“Everyone, this is my girlfriend, Alex. Alex, this is the squad.”

They all form a line, squinting up at her and trying their best to look intimidating, and Alex is forcibly reminded of that Sandlot movie Kara made her watch over and over when they were kids.

She glances at Maggie, who’s regarding them gravely, and she follows her girlfriend’s lead, biting down her amusement and contorting her face into seriousness as she squats down on her haunches to be more on their eye level.

“You all seem like you have something to say to me,” she says, doing her best to not address them like they’re nine, but rather, like they’re a threat to her physical safety.

A girl with Bantu knots and a serious set to her jaw steps forward and gestures at Alex with her red glove.

“Coach Maggie told us she was bringing someone special to meet us. Coach never brings anyone special to meet us.”

“Yeah, even though we’re pretty sure you’re not the first girl she’s dated. She’s pretty pretty!”

“Shhh Andy, let Chase talk, we all agreed!”

Maggie closes her eyes to keep from doubling over with laughter and Alex reminds herself that she can beat a polygraph test.

“So we just want to make sure you’re really special enough for her.”

“Because Coach Maggie’s the best!”

“She brings us for pizza after every game!”

“Even when we lose!”

“And she told off Janelle’s parents when they tried to tell her she couldn’t wear a tie or shop in the boy’s section!”

“Yeah, and look how fabulous I look now!”

“And she – ”

“Order on the field!”

Alex’s eyes open wide and wonders if in a decade or so, Chase would be interested in a job at the DEO.

“So,” Chase continues happily when silence falls immediately. “Tell us why you’re special enough for her. What are your intentions with the best coach ever to coach?”

Maggie bites her lip and stares down at Alex for a moment before squatting next to her.

“Guys, you’re like the inquisition, Alex doesn’t have to – ”

“No, no, Maggie, it’s fine. I love how much they love you.”

She looks squarely at Chase, then at each of the children in turn as she takes a deep breath and speaks.

“And you’re right: Maggie only deserves the most special things and the most special people. Because – and you guys all already know this – she is so, so special. And she’s special to me. The most special. I ask myself the same question every day, you know: am I special enough for her? And honestly? I don’t know. I don’t know if anyone can ever be special enough for Maggie Sawyer. Except maybe you guys, but that’s different. And as for my intentions?”

She turns to look at Maggie and puts a hand on her knee, and Maggie immediately puts her hand on hers to steady herself, because her heart is in her throat and her eyes are watering at Alex’s words.

“My intentions with the best coach ever to coach – the best girlfriend ever to girlfriend – are to try, ever day, to be special enough for her. To care for her – to love her – better than she’s ever been loved. Every day, every night, and every moment in between.

“Ally.” Maggie’s whisper is barely a breath, and it’s almost lost in the whisper-shouting conferring of intensely defensive nine year olds.

After a few long moments of staring into each other’s eyes, a few long moments during which the softball team confers with each other in the consensus-driven style Maggie taught them, Chase nods and clears her throat for Alex’s attention.

“Dr. Danvers, would you like to play ball with us today? We’re going to learn how to slide into second base, and we think it’d be great if you learned with us.”

Maggie beams and kisses Alex’s hand as Alex shakes Chase’s with her other one.

“It would be my distinct honor.”

Forensic Science: what is it?

WATSON REALIZED SOMETHING IMPORTANT!! And by that she means she was hit with the sudden realization that both Sherls and Watson never covered what Forensic Science is. And given the massive influx of new followers (thank you everyone, you guys are amazing!) Watson thought she should define forensic science and cover the sub-disciplines in the field. Due to the interdisciplinary nature of forensics, Sherls and Watson have a pretty general science background, so don’t be afraid to ask us about anything. 

Forensic science, in the most broad definition, is the application of any science to the court of law (both criminal and civil). Essentially, it is using the scientific method to help with court trials. It’s important to keep the law part in mind, because everything we do in the field, scene processing, evidence collection, evidence analysis, all the tasks are done with a goal in mind: to preserve the integrity of evidence so that it is viable in court. Their third job is to search, find, and collect possible evidence in an efficient manner to ensure fragile evidence isn’t lost, but also in a careful way so that the evidence is preserved properly and not contaminated. With that said, we have a very general knowledge of law, and it mainly pertains to the Criminal Code of Canada, while @scriptlawyer​ is the better person to go to for detailed law knowledge. 

The most publicly know facet of forensic science is crime scene investigation. These are the people that come in a scene in full Protective Personal Equipment/PPEs (bunny suit, gloves, goggles, mask, boot covers, etc.). Their first job is to protect the scene, make sure nothing is tampered with. The second job is to record and document the scene in a thorough manner (photography, video tape, hand written notes), to ensure that the scene can be revisited later in the future. 

Below, in no particular order, are brief synopsis of forensics in a given sub-discipline: 

Pathology – they are the coroners and the medical examiners, performs autopsy and is responsible for determining manner of death, cause of death, and estimating Post Mortem Interval/time of death (PMI) 

Biology/DNA – looks at the biology of the scene, including DNA and any other bodily fluids (blood, semen, saliva, urine, etc), when looking at DNA, will be intimately familiar with a process called Polymerase Chain Reaction (PCR), will also look at hair and fibre samples, botanical material, and soil 

Toxicology – the chemistry side of the science, examines compositions of drugs, glass, paint, explosives, soil, determines presence/absence of drugs and poison, alcohol, uses lots of fun equipment, refer to @scriptchemist​ 

Firearms – looks at firearms (we are hoping that is obvious), discharged bullets, spent cartridge cases, shotgun shells, ammunition, gun shot residue (GSR), approximating how far from the target a weapon was fire 

Fingerprinting – studying minutiae of fingerprint, comparing prints left behind in a crime scene to prints from known origin, there’s actually not a lot of work being done on how accurate fingerprint is, and fingerprinting is under a lot of scrutiny right now for lack of organizational structure (some one should change that) 

Computer/Digital – one of the new emerging fields, basically finding, collection, preserving, and examining data from digital devices (computers, cell phones, etc.) Sherls and Watson do not have enough technological background so we will refer everyone to @scripthacker​ 

Anthropology – deals with skeletal remains, differentiating between human and animal remains, determining approximate gender, age, height, race, and any physical injuries or osteo-diseases 

Entomology – uses insect (mainly flies and necrophilious insects), flies life cycle, and the cycle of arthropod successions to determine long term PMI 

Psychology/Behavioural – this is a subfield of psychology/psychiatry. In criminal cases, work tasks might include determining if a person is fit to stand trial, evaluate for behavioural disorders, looking at behavioural patterns to set up a profile. In civil cases, they might determine if an individual is competent to decide when preparing a will, settling property, or refusing medical treatment. Both of us do not have much experience in this field, and would like to refer you to @scriptshrink 

Documents – document analysis studies handwriting, type-writing, type of paper and ink, tries to authenticate sources, basically anything to do with documents, neither Sherls or Watson has much experience with this 

Odontology – this field looks at dental evidence when the body is unrecognizable. Enamel in the teeth are hardy substances and can last for a long time, identification of the person can be made based of characteristics of the teeth, their alignment of the mouth, the great thing about living is the first world country is that almost every one has a dental record. Bite marks compared to dental cast has also been used as evidence in court (see Ted Bundy), but Sherls and Watson are both leery about this particular field, since there are not a lot of research proving that there is a scientific basis behind the field

Engineering – looks at failure analysis, accident reconstruction, and causes and origins of fires/explosions, mainly looks at the structure sides of things (is there an engineering scripty around? Because Watson would love to see one)

Others Watson found while researching: theres units for polygraph and voiceprint analysis too apparently. We do not know much about these two fields either.

*Phew* We know there is a lot of information on this post, we are planning to break down a few things we mentioned here and go into more detail in future posts. Send us asks if you lovelies have any questions.

Arrow didn't deserve Laurel

Whether you loved her character off the bat, or took a few seasons to get to know her, you can’t deny that Dinah Laurel Lance drove the story of Arrow in a way no other character, including Oliver, could.

In S1E1, we see the first person he wants to see, the first thing he wants to do when given the choice to do whatever, is to go to Laurel and beg for her forgiveness. He isn’t even ready to talk about the traumatizing experiences,all he wants to do is apologize to the person who he stole everything from. Her love, her sister, and with it 5 years, as we later discover that Laurel spent a ridiculous amount of time either studying or pulling her father out of a bar.

”For all we know, Oliver could be dead and Sara certainly is, but there are people that are still alive. People who need us.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

A major plot point in S1 revolved around one question. “What happened to you on that island”. He wasn’t comfortable talking about it with diggle, his new partner. Not with his best friend, nor his sister, or with his mother. There have only been a few times where he spoke about it willingly. One being under oath at the courtroom, one while under a polygraph while under arrest, and the final time, being completely of his own free will, when he showed up on Laurel’s door, saying “I need to talk about what happened, can it be you?”

Laurel was literally what drove him on the island. Let’s not forget how both Yao Fei and Slade told him he stares at the picture too much, and if he continues he will die.

“I know that it probably sounds insane. It probably is, but Sara, she gave me this and when I wear it, it makes me want to help people like she did. Like she’s alive again.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

In S2 she had a tragic storyline. First she had to prosecute Oliver’s mom, then had to deal with severe depression and substance abuse. I don’t even think I need to remind people that she got an award for her performance at this part. Her struggles is what allowed them to bring Sara in as The Canary, and begin to introduce the tragedy that was shado’s death on the island and how traumatic it was for Oliver.All of this built up Slade Wilson, who may very well be the best villain arrow has ever had.

S3 wasn’t her best season, and that’s purely the writer’s fault. They didn’t transition her into the Black Canary well enough, and then gave her a terrible arc where for about 9 episodes she lied to her father about the fact that her sister was dead, and even disguised her voice to talk to their father as if she was Sara. Katie is an amazing actress, but this version of her was unlikable even considering how well she plays the character.

Regardless, she was suffering with her own trauma but still acted as the glue and the moral compass for everyone else. She befriended Nyssa Al-Ghul when she was practically treated as going rogue from the league, took in Thea when she discovered that Thea couldn’t handle living alone (whereas her brother just left to go play house with Felicity.) She and Roy formed an amazing duo while Oliver was presumed dead, and she took up the voice of reason for the team during the time as well, regardless of how she was suffering.

Originally posted by turtlejustice


“I’m sorry about what happened to Thea. I really am. I love your family, I always have. I just wish that sometimes you would give a damn about mine.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

Season 4 Laurel, or at least right before she died might have been the best version of her. After the arc with Constantine and Sara was resolved, she became the only one on the team who mattered to the viewer, and perhaps, the reason the show didn’t go under.

Roy was gone, Diggle was dealing with his rage and letting it out on his brother like a punching bag, Felicity was crying about something and blaming Oliver, and Oliver turned into a bitch who couldn’t do anything unless queen fefe approved. Laurel may have gone through the most traumatic experience of this time, having to go to her sister’s funeral twice only to see her resurrected twice, not to mention staying sober, yet she was the only level headed, calm and rational decision maker at this time.

Originally posted by sansa-starkz

“I know that the world isn’t fair. I know it’s a terrible place where people deserve to get punished and they don’t. I just, for just one night, I needed the world to be different.” - Dinah Laurel Lance

That is, up until Guggenheim decided to kill her off and have her last words be about queen fefe.

Arrow didn’t treat her as a character right, and didn’t show Katie Cassidy, an exceptional actress who was said to be constantly training for her role as the Black Canary, any respect because of it.

Guggenheim failed this series, and they’ve failed her legacy.


Originally posted by thepondscanary

anonymous asked:

Hey Cap! Idk if you're still writing rn but could you maybe do one where Alex meets Eliza for lunch and forgets to take off her engagement ring and Eliza notices and realizes and stuff and is protective and wary because it's only been a year but then Maggie comes to pick Alex up at the end of lunch (totally unaware of the sitch) and Eliza just looks at how in love they are (esp Maggie with Alex) and she gives her blessing and it's cute

She hasn’t told her mother yet.

It hurts her – to not. 

Eliza gets a lot of things wrong, but she also gets a lot of things right: and while Alex is so good at lying that she can fool a polygraph, the whole secrets thing really doesn’t agree with her.

It had, in the beginning; when she first joined the DEO, when she finally had something of her own. Something all hers, something… something that made her special. In her own right.

But it wore on her, grated on her.

Because secrets really don’t agree with her.

But she hasn’t told Eliza yet – about the ring, about the plans – because she knows what her mother will say, and she just wants to enjoy. 

Enjoy being engaged to the woman she loves without the stress of Eliza’s judgment of it’s too soon and are you sure, Alexandra? and you’re just coming out, sweetie, don’t you think you need to expand your horizons a little bit before settling down?

But she also knows that Eliza loves Maggie.

And that’s the second problem with telling her.

Because she wants Eliza’s approval and she wants Eliza’s support – it’s all she’s ever wanted – and Maggie? Maggie has it. 

Maybe Eliza won’t be too big of a fan of the engagement right away, but she’s quite fond of the woman who fights for both of her daughters, who plays pool with her science nerd son, who fights crime with her almost son-in-law son (and she really needs to speak to Kara about Mr. Olsen, because really, how could Alex let her let him go?).

And that’s also what Alex is afraid of.

Because they won’t be telling Maggie’s family.

Because Maggie’s family won’t be there, won’t support her, won’t love her.

And if Maggie can’t have her family, a part of Alex doesn’t want her to have to see Alex having hers. Doesn’t want her to go through that pain.

So she hasn’t told her.

But she’s running late – working on new tech with Lena and Winn, on the communicator with Cisco Ramon, always makes her lose track of time – so she forgets.

Forgets to take her engagement ring off.

And Eliza might not be a secret agent, but Alex gets it from somewhere.

She notices. Of course she notices.

“It seems like you have something to tell me, sweetie,” she tells her right after she hugs her, right as they’re sitting down, right after she’s taken stock of the way Alex seems friendly with everyone who works at Noonan’s – right after she’s taken stock of the way Alex seems, now, to interact with people outside her work.

She wonders when that happened, and she thinks it probably has something to do with the ring on her left hand.

“Um, yeah, I told you, Mom – didn’t you get my text? – we were working on an atmospheric – “

“No, no, dear, I know you lost track of time in the lab.” She chuckles softly to herself. “Like mother, like daughter, I suppose. No, Alex, I meant… something else.”

She doesn’t glance down at Alex’s ring; she doesn’t move her eyes from her eldest’s face at all.

She doesn’t have to. Because suddenly, Alex reaches for her left hand, for her fourth finger. She reaches, and she groans.

“Mom, I – it just happened, it’s recent, I didn’t want to um… I didn’t want to tell you on the phone – “

“You mean you didn’t want to tell me.”

“Mom – “

“Is it because you know how soon this is, Alexandra? Maggie’s a sweet girl, honey, a really lovely girl, and I’m not saying you should break up – god knows, she seems good for you, Alex – but marriage? Don’t you think – “

“Don’t you think you should congratulate me, Mom?” Alex deadpans, her voice as cold as the gun in her waistband, and Eliza’s stomach sinks, because her daughter has always been… headstrong.

But the edges of her voice have the damage of a soldier, now, the ice of a warrior, and it breaks her heart.

Especially because she knows – she knows – how much Maggie has been thawing that ice for Alex. With Alex.

“I… yes, dear, I… congratulations, Alexan – Alex – I want to hear all about it. I just… it’s my job to worry about you, Alex, surely you can – “

“Yeah. I get it.”

“Alexandra – “

“I know a year is short, Mom. I know. I know everything you’re going to say. But you know what, our lives are short, too. I almost died, Mom, I was…” 

Tears swirl in her eyes suddenly, unwelcome, and she has to remind herself that there is no water filling her lungs. “The whole world almost died. And Maggie… Maggie fought her way through the streets, alone, out of ammo for a quarter of her trip, saving school kids on the way to me. To me, Mom. The world was ending and she fought and saved people on her way to me. I held on for her, for Kara, I held on, I…”

Her voice breaks and her jaw sets, and Eliza finds her hand covering her eldest’s; she finds that she can feel the scar tissues in her daughter’s body, that she can hear the scar tissue around her heart.

“You held on for you, sweetie,” Eliza whispers with a soft smile. “It was your love for them that kept you holding you. You. Your love. Your heart. Your mind has always been brilliant, Alex, but your heart has always been your superpower.”

Alex refuses to break – the entire reason she chose Noonan’s was that a public place would be less likely to precipitate an outburst – but she can’t stop the tears cascading down her face.

“All that, but you still think it’s too soon to get married,” she murmurs, and Eliza sighs.

“I just wonder why a woman, kind as she is, who initially rejected you because you were just coming out would be agreeing to marry you less than a year later, sweetie. Everything you’ve been through can also be an argument for not making big life decisions, you know, dear – “

“Mom, I’m marrying her. That’s the end of it. She’s not manipulating me or taking advantage of what I’ve been through or – “

“Why don’t we just enjoy our time together, Alexandra?” she interrupts, and Alex holds her breath, counts like she’s been working on with Sara Lance, sets her jaw, nods, and tries to keep her hands from trembling.

They stick to calmer topics throughout the rest of lunch – the latest research in bioengineering, Winn and Lena’s latest project, how Lucy’s doing – and they almost make it through without Alex’s phone chiming.

“Sorry,” she stammers, “it’s probably work, I have to – oh!” A smile slips over her face – a smile Eliza has rarely seen, one that seems to reverberate through Alex’s entire body – and she blushes. “Um, Mom, uh… Maggie’s heading over here to get coffee for her colleagues, she uh… she wanted to give me a heads up. Because she knows I’m here with you.”

Eliza stiffens slightly. “Of course, dear, it’d be lovely to see your fiancee.”

Alex nearly rises, nearly yells, but she just stiffens her core like she’s bracing for a punch, and she tries to exhale the way Maggie’s been teaching her.

She nods curtly and they sit in painful silence until Eliza clears her throat and asks Alex about how James is feeling with all his new superhero duties.

Alex launches in readily, eager for the distraction. So eager, so relieved, to lose herself in talking about her training sessions with their brother that she doesn’t hear the chime on the door ring, doesn’t turn to see her fiancee slipping up behind her.

Doesn’t know Maggie’s come into Noonan’s, motorcycle helmet in hand, detective shield gleaming, grey henley under perfect leather jacket, until she feels her hand tracing up Alex’s arm, until she feels her soft lips on her temple, until she feels her breath in her ear and hears the words she needs to hear more than anything right now: “I’m so proud of you, Ally. I love you,” Maggie whispers, soft so Eliza can’t hear, quickly so the praise, the love, can seep through Alex’s veins and uncord her tense body.

And it works: Alex melts immediately into Maggie’s touch, into Maggie’s voice, and Eliza has never seen her so relaxed in public. So affectionate with anyone other than Kara. 

Because Alex’s hand finds Maggie’s immediately, instinctively; their fingers interlink like they were created to fit each other’s, and when her eldest tilts her fiancee’s chin with a gentle finger so they can exchange a soft kiss on the mouth, Eliza knows.

Knows that Alex has discovered romantic intimacy.

That Alex is guarded. That Alex is prioritized. That she’s cared for and that she’s worshiped and that she’s truly, utterly loved.

Because Alex would never kiss anyone like that, so casual yet so intimate, so natural yet so needed. So perfect.

“Maggie, sweetheart,” Eliza stands, and Maggie gulps and smiles as she straightens up, accepting Eliza’s hug with one arm, fighting not to cry at a mother’s warm touch. 

“Lovely to see you, Dr. Danvers,” she tells her, and it doesn’t sound at all like the rehearsed lines Alex’s college boyfriends had given. It sounds confident, if nervous; genuine, if full of underlying turmoil, underlying emotion, underlying scar tissue. 

Confident, because this woman loves her daughter. Wholly and completely.

“I see congratulations are in order,” she tells her as she pulls back from the hug, and Maggie nearly drops her helmet. Alex takes her hand and Maggie clings to it.

“Dr. Danvers, I – “

“Kara mentioned earlier that you’re not the closest with your family, Maggie, and forgive me if this is forward, but I would be honored to take you wedding clothes shopping when the time comes. If you’ll have me.”

Maggie’s lip trembles and Alex’s chest wracks with a sob.

And Noonan’s has never seen, before or since, a more emotional, a more relieved, a more cathartic, a more healing, three-person hug.

Am I the only one who always headcanoned that Tobias is the Ellimist?

Because I’ve always headcanoned that Tobias is the Ellimist.  

This idea originated when I was rereading The Andalite Chronicles and this one passage near the end stuck out to me.  Elfangor and Loren are standing over the Time Matrix, and he tells her to

«Imagine your Earth, your home just as it is today… We need to go back in time.  Back before your mother would have noticed you missing.  But not before the Skrit Na took you or we would undo this entire timeline…  Imagine that you are eighteen and that everyone who has ever know you expects you to be eighteen.»

“Is this really going to work?”

«I don’t know.»

The Andalite Chronicles p. 399

That’s right, sports fans: Elfangor and Loren created the universe.  At the very least, they created the universe in which the entire Animorphs series takes place.  They deliberately manufacture a time paradox—one in which Loren is simultaneously on Earth (so no one notices she’s gone) and bopping around the galaxy with Elfangor (to preserve the loop that created the paradox in the first place) for over two months.  One needs no further proof of the resultant universe’s impossibility than the fact that Chapman appears back on Earth after having been kidnapped and then killed, and yet he would have had to have died in order for Loren to create that Earth for him to return to in the first place.  

It’s also left ambiguous as to whether Chapman remembers being that alternate version of himself the way that Loren does.  He claims not to know her or Esplin 9466, yes, but they also don’t exactly hook him up to a polygraph to check—and he is a known liar.  It might even be possible that Loren makes herself forget all aliens, several years down the line…  We see subconscious longings and urges drive the will of the Time Matrix almost as much as conscious desires do (Loren perceiving the McDonald’s cashier as a face without eyes, Elfangor making his soul-tree the center of his universe, Esplin 9466 conjuring creatures that a yeerk fears to use as weapons), so it’s possible that she however-accidentally built a reset button into her conception of the universe, such that she was always going to forget all about aliens the moment Elfangor was gone from her life.

But I digress.  The point is: the Time Matrix is a literally omnipotent object, and the people who attempt to use it inevitably make some mistakes and have some unintended consequences.  Just look at Visser Four accidentally erasing Albert Einstein from existence.  

So what does this have to do with the Ellimist?  Well, I think Elfangor (and to some extent Loren) created him.

In the chronology of the Animorphs series, there is no hard evidence of the Ellimist’s existence (or non-existence, for that matter) before Elfangor and Loren use the Time Matrix for the first time.  He makes no appearance in The Hork-Bajir Chronicles or Visser, and his own Ellimist Chronicles might be retrospective only for reasons I’ll get to later.  So then the Ellimist’s first appearance comes just as Elfangor makes contact with the Time Matrix, as “a being like nothing I could have imagined.  It saw me.  It saw us all.  And it laughed” (Andalite Chronicles).  

What’s interesting is that there are apparently multiple opinions about the existence of the Ellimist(s) before this moment.  When Elfangor suggests that the Ellimist(s) created the Time Matrix, both Alloran and Arbron dismiss this belief as an outdated fairy story.  Apparently only some of the andalites believe that the Ellimist exists, and even that belief is not regarded as being particularly plausible or normative.  Furthermore, those who do believe in the Ellimists seem to think there are several, and yet we know that there is only one.  

So what if the Ellimist in fact doesn’t exist… until Elfangor creates him?

We know from the mashup of realities that results immediately afterward that the Time Matrix is an incredibly powerful object, one that can not only create entire universes but can change the laws of physics, chemistry, and quantum mechanics to suit the desires of the user.  We also know that the Ellimist we see in reality does not quite match the stories of the Ellimists that Elfangor mentions: there’s only one of him, after all, he does not in fact create the Time Matrix that we know about, and he’s not willing to gift the andalites anything they can’t make themselves.  In fact, the Time Matrix is quite possibly more powerful than either the Ellimist or Crayak, given that neither of them shows the ability to change the past and yet it can.  Therefore, IMHO it’s less likely that the Ellimist created the Time Matrix, and more likely that the Time Matrix created the Ellimist.  

We know that these kinds of paradoxes (i.e. Elfangor creating a being who has then been there all along) are possible using the Time Matrix (MM3).  Thanks to whacky time travel in this series, Jake dies before he is ever born, John Berryman is never born at all thanks to a string of events that require John Berryman to have been born in order to exist (MM3), the Animorphs being present to save the Meercora from the comet nullified the effect of the Animorphs being present to save the Meercora from the comet (MM2), and Jake literally exists in two places at once for a while before once again kicking the bucket (#11).  (Apparently, time travel does not agree with him.)  So it is very possible that the Ellimist doesn’t exist until Elfangor wills him into being, but that once he’s there he has always been there.  Because the Time Matrix is literally omnipotent like that.

Assuming that the Ellimist only came into being in that moment, his backstory then comes into existence because it’s what Elfangor imagines for him (Ellimist Chronicles).  In the instant where the Ellimist first appears, Elfangor is alone, cut off from his species, in love with someone he can’t be with, and forced to learn to adapt to living on his own.  He is literally being sucked to his death through the void of space after having been taught an excruciatingly powerful lesson in the dangers of making short-sighted decisions (Andalite Chronicles).  Ergo, the life history his subconscious creates for the Ellimist not only populates in these elements, it also nicely explains why he has heard so many stories of this all-powerful being: it casts the Ellimist as the creator of the andalites.

The andalites only exist because they were created by the Ellimist, who only exists because he was created by an andalite.  John Berryman’s parents only never meet because Cassie intervenes because John Berryman gets infested by Visser Four which is only possible because John Berryman’s parents met and gave birth to him.  

Anyway, all of that got me thinking: maybe the Ellimist wasn’t Elfangor and Loren’s only creation.  

Then again, maybe he was.  

Going beyond the fact that the Ellimist talks to Tobias more than any other Animorph, there are some interesting parallels between them.  They have pretty literally the same perspective on the events of the series: Tobias describes seeing humans as “hair ovals” and feeling as though he loses a dimension or two any time he’s on the ground (#23), whereas the Ellimist is described as a three-dimensional person talking to stick figures (Andalite Chronicles).  When talking with the Ellimist, Tobias perceives himself as a mixture of human and bird parts (#13); when manifesting himself, the Ellimist imagines himself in his original Ketran body which is comprised of human-like and bird-like body parts (Ellimist Chronicles).  

However, both of them work hard to transcend their original bodies: Tobias deliberately becomes a nothlit to escape his human life, and the Ellimist allows his original Ketran body to fall into a black hole in order to transcend physical life and achieve a new form of being.  The Ellimist repeatedly mentions that Rachel is his favorite Animorph; if you have any question at all about who Tobias’s favorite Animorph is then you’re clearly reading a different book series than I am.  In fact, Rachel herself describes the Ellimist as being “just a kid like me” after seeing his life—maybe she’s being more literal than we realize (#54).  The hork-bajir view Tobias as a messiah figure; the andalites have the same perspective on the Ellimist.  Toomin is “unique to the universe” (Ellimist Chronicles); Tobias is “one of a kind” (MM3).  

Maybe the parallels exist because they’re the same person.  Maybe this is who Tobias is destined to become after he dies.  Maybe the One absorbs Tobias at the end of the series, and Tobias survives after a fashion to do battle with the One.  Maybe Tobias escapes the One with music and sadness and mourning for his lost people.  Maybe Tobias then achieves a higher form of being, one that enables him to go back and ensure his own existence.  

If that’s the case, then the Ellimist never breaks the rules of his and Crayak’s game.  He just defends his own life.  

Chronologically, the Ellimist’s first major intervention in the time stream is simultaneously pulling Elfangor out of his vacation on Earth and ensuring that Tobias survives the change.  It should break the rules of his and Crayak’s game—and yet it wouldn’t, if he was just saving his own life (Andalite Chronicles).  If the Ellimist doesn’t intervene the first time he does in The Stranger, the Animorphs will be eaten by a taxxon—and if he doesn’t intervene the second time, Visser Three will kill and eat Tobias (#7).  Drode argues (with good reason) that the Ellimist had a hand in ensuring the Animorphs were standing just above where the Time Matrix was buried when Elfangor landed there to try and retrieve it; as Back to Before shows, if Tobias hadn’t become an Animorph then he would have become a quasi-voluntary controller and then been shot in the head (MM4).  

The Ellimist makes a huge intervention in the time stream in The Change when he saves the hork-bajir and gives Tobias his morphing power back.  Regaining the ability to morph might simply save Tobias’s life because it extends his life span far beyond that of a typical red-tailed hawk (#33).  However, it also potentially prevents Tobias from just giving up and killing himself, which he has already attempted (#3) and is considering again as an alternative to starving to death (#13). At the end of The Change the Ellimist asks Tobias “Are you happy?” because that’s what he’s really accomplished: changing Tobias’s answer from “no” to “maybe” (#13).  

When the Ellimist next intervenes in the lives of the Animorphs (#26) the competition between his team and Crayak’s for the fate of the Iskoort, it’s more or less exactly what it looks like—the only difference is that Ellimist only agrees because he already knows he’ll win, and that victory will enable him to continue to intervene and keep the Animorphs alive.  Of course the Ellimist comes to Rachel at the moment she transitions from being a body to being a pure soul (#54), and of course he considers her one of the most impactful people in the universe.  It is very possible that the hallucination of Elfangor which saves Tobias’s life in The Illusion was caused by the Ellimist, again to preserve his own life (#33).  

Like I said, all of this is pure speculation.  I have no idea whether it’s even a valid interpretation of the text.  I just like to imagine that maybe when Elfangor and Loren brought this world into being, they had a happy accident along the way.  That the Animorphs’ “eyes in the sky” might be the only guy in the universe capable of manipulating its fabric (#39).  That one day when Rachel dies, the revelation about their guardian angel is something she never could have expected.  That the guy looking out for the universe is one who can find the balance between killing one baby skunk and saving the rest of the litter, who sees a meteor crashing toward the Earth as the opportunity that everyone around him has missed.  

4

Haleigh Cummings (5) disappeared some time between the night of February 9, 2009, and the early hours of the next day. That night, she and her younger brother, who was 3, were staying under the care of 17 year old Misty Croslin (pictured above), their father’s live in girlfriend. The father, Ronald Cummings (also pictured, with Misty), was working that night and arrived to their trailer at around 3 am. By that time, Haleigh was gone.

According to Misty, she’d gone to sleep at around 10 pm in the same room as the children, but had woken up shortly before Ronald’s arrival to find Haleigh missing and the back door of the house held open with a cinder block. Police found no signs of forced entry. Haleigh’s little brother claimed to have seen a man in black take his sister but it’s uncertain how seriously his account was taken, given his age, and even his own father dismissed it later.

All this happened in Satsuma, Florida, the same state that was at that time in the midst of the Casey Anthony case. In fact, February 10, 2009, the day Haleigh was reported missing, was the same day of the memorial service for Caylee Anthony, whose remains had been found two months earlier.

And just like in Caylee’s case, the police soon started looking into Haleigh’s inner circle, particularly at Misty, who gave several inconsistent statements about the night in question and allegedly failed four polygraphs. Eventually, more than a year later, Misty and her brother Tommy, accused their cousin Joseph Overstreet of taking Haleigh. They said he’d come to the Cummings’ house to look for a machine gun and when he couldn’t find it, he took the little girl instead. Through his lawyer, Tommy Croslin claimed that Overstreet had thrown Haleigh’s body in the river. Misty said she’d lied because she was afraid of her cousin and that he’d sexually abused her when she was a kid. The river was searched and no body was found, and Overstreet has never been charged. Neither has anyone else, and Haleigh’s fate remains a mystery.

As you can probably imagine by now, Haleigh wasn’t being raised in the best circumstances. Ronald had fought and got custody of the two children because their mother, Crystal Sheffield, had admitted to using cocaine and wasn’t keeping up with Haleigh’s doctors appointments, which she needed because she had Turner Syndrome. It was a bit ironic though, since Ronald had several arrests in his record for drug trafficking and in 2010 was sentenced to 15 years in jail for the same type of crime. Along with him, Tommy and Misty Crosling (who married Ronald a month after Haleigh’s disappeareance and divorced him six months later), were also convicted for drug trafficking: Tommy got 15 years and Misty 25.

Lust at First Sight

Slight AU in which everything is the same except when Alex and Maggie meet, Alex is a Seasoned Gay and Maggie is single.


They argue about jurisdiction, but the tarmac isn’t where the debate ends.

Because she’s dealt with local cops before. All part of the job.

But this woman?

This… Maggie Sawyer, NCPD Science Division. With her showed you mine bullshit and her irritating head tilt and the way she saw things Alex didn’t, knew things Alex didn’t think she should know…

This woman got under her skin.

And she wanted so much more.

And when she shows up at that warehouse in the arts district? Alone, no backup? Not even a flashlight?

Just a slow rise from that crouch – that crouch that Alex has seen twice now, and wants to… well… she can think of other ways to get this woman to bend down – confident and calm, collected and cool, like an entire DEO strike team isn’t stamping down the stairwell with guns that would melt her inner organs?

Just a smirk and a witty retort about feds and firepower and god she remembers her name – of course she remembers her name, because, as she’s also reminding her, she’s a detective.

And she detects.

And when Alex radios Winn that they missed him, that he could be anywhere, she starts to walk away.

She starts to walk away because she wants this woman – badly – but right now, the president’s life is on the line. 

Right now, she has a job to do.

But right now, this woman, this detective, this… this force… is following her, with that low voice and that confident gait, and she’s updating her on what she’s found, and Alex is pretending not to hang on her every word, but damn this woman is smart and damn this woman is brave.

Smart, because she might dismiss it as just detecting, just doing her job, but Alex needed Winn’s genius to find this place. And she was still slower in getting there than this Maggie Sawyer woman.

And Alex had stormed in with an entire strike team, with armor and a rocket launcher on her shoulder.

This woman had strolled in with a glock in her waistband and bravado in her step, and that’s… that’s it.

So Alex isn’t surprised when Maggie doesn’t back down when Alex stops abruptly, when she turns and she stares down at Maggie and she backs her slightly into a wall.

“What do you want, Sawyer? For me to admit you got the drop on me, that you found this place before me? What, do you want a medal?”

“We don’t all do our jobs for gold stars, Danvers. Maybe I’m just trying to keep people safe, same as you. Maybe it’s nice to get the chance to work with someone whose eyes don’t glaze over when I mention heat vision and Infernians for a change. You trying to tell me that’s a crime? That the warehouse is out of my jurisdiction, too?”

Maggie’s eyes drop to Alex’s lips, and when they travel back up her face to lock into hers, Alex knows.

Knows that she’s not the only one who feels it. 

This… thing. Between them.

“This whole city is my jurisdiction, Sawyer,” she says, her voice meant for the bedroom, her voice dripping with the things she wants to do to this arrogant, brilliant, beautiful, bold cop.

“We might have to disagree about that, Danvers,” Maggie arches an eyebrow, her eyes now entirely on Alex’s lips, on the shrinking space between them.

“We might,” Alex whispers, and they move their moves to crash into each other at the same time, and god, god, god, is it like breathing for the first time.

She tastes like black coffee and she tastes like motorcycle exhaust, and she tastes absolutely perfect.

“This how you fight all your jurisdiction battles, Danvers?” Maggie breathes as Alex’s lips case out her neck.

“Only the ones with gorgeous women,” Alex chuckles from the back of her throat, and when Maggie takes her lips with hers again, it’s with tongue and it’s with teeth and it’s with everything perfect and everything needed and everything released.

Alex grabs her wrists as Maggie tries to run her fingers up her shirt. 

“Sorry – “ Maggie starts, but Alex shakes her head sharply.

“Good?” she asks, gaze flitting between Maggie’s and the way Alex’s hands have caught her wrists. Maggie’s eyes fly wide for a moment when she catches her meaning, catches her question. She covers her surprise, her hope, her excitement, with a cocky smirk.

“Still my jurisdiction, Danvers,” she taunts, and Alex hisses as she pins Maggie’s hands above her head, relishing the way her head tilts back, the way her hips roll forward, the way her entire body reacts when Alex slips her thigh between Maggie’s legs.

“Yeah? Your jurisdiction?” Alex taunts right back, and Maggie’s nostrils flare, but her eyes beg Alex not to stop. And she doesn’t.

She pushes Maggie’s hands against the wall gently but with purpose, gingerly but with a clear command – stay – and she traces her hands down Maggie’s body to her breasts, shoving aside her jacket and filling her palms, moaning softly when she feels Maggie’s nipples responding to her touch.

“Like that, Sawyer?” she asks, already knowing the answering, already reading the answer pouring off Maggie’s body in waves.

She teases her nipples between her thumbs and her index fingers, all through her shirt and desperate to find out what kind of bra she’s wearing, what her breasts feel like with no barrier between them at all – and she braces her body up with the steadiness of her thigh between her legs, letting Maggie grind down on her as hard as she wants.

And god, does she seem to want it hard.

Alex crashes her lips back down onto Maggie’s before licking down her jawline, to her neck.

“Danvers,” Maggie brings her hands down from above her head to try to touch Alex.

But it’s Alex’s jurisdiction, dammit.

So she grabs her wrists again, stopping her again. Maggie gives a quick nod – so subtle, so quick, Alex would have missed it if she didn’t care to look for it – and Alex correctly reads it as her permission to continue.

She spins Maggie around, so she’s facing away from her. Facing the cool, solid wall. Maggie writhes and just barely restrains herself from whining in pleasure, in desperation.

“So you like it rough, Detective?” Alex growls just behind Maggie’s ear as she presses her up against the wall of the now-abandoned warehouse, Alex pinning one of Maggie’s arms behind her back.

Maggie struggles and Alex loosens her grip immediately, but Maggie turns her face enough to catch her eyes. Enough to tell her that she’d better not stop.

“I like it when you don’t talk, Danvers,” she rasps, and Alex chuckles.

The sound shoots straight through Maggie’s body, infects her blood and makes her wonder, only briefly, what a genuine laugh would sound like coming from this woman’s lips.

“Mm, see, I think you’re lying,” Alex tells her, grinding her hips into Maggie’s ass, snaking one hand down her jeans, one hand around her body and up her shirt to tease at her nipple again, pausing only long enough for Maggie to nod once, to nod desperate, to nod sharp.

“Do you? You have some fancy polygraph you’re taking readings from?” Maggie retorts from the back of her throat, and Alex nudges Maggie’s hair away from the side of her neck with her nose and bites down softly with her teeth.

Maggie hisses and arches back into her, and Alex hums a question. Maggie nods again, once, sharp, and Alex sinks her teeth deeper, harder. Rougher.

“Don’t need a polygraph to tell you like it when I order you to cum all over my hand, Sawyer.”

A moan escapes Maggie’s lips, then, and she lets her head roll back onto Alex’s shoulder. 

But only for a moment does she allow that intimacy.

“I don’t take orders from feds, Danvers.”

Alex works her hand harder over Maggie’s clit, licks at her earlobe, and revels in the way her body is putty in her grasp.

“Good thing I’m not a fed, then. Cum all over me, Detective. I want to feel you unravel for me. Now. That’s an order.”

Maggie’s bites her lip, but it doesn’t help.

A hiss of air, a throaty moan, a string of curses spills out of her lips as her body racks, as her body tenses, as her body convulses, as her body stills. As her body unravels for Alex Danvers. Right on command.

Alex bites her own lips.

To keep from calling her beautiful.

To keep from telling her she’s got her.

To keep from turning her face gently, kissing her tenderly, guiding her down from ecstasy and into her heaven.

She bites her lips, and instead, her arms do all the talking for her.

Holding Maggie steady and holding her safe.

“Fuck…” Maggie pants as she comes down from her orgasm, and Alex pulls away slightly, bringing her hands back to herself and licking her fingers clean, a smug smirk on her face. 

Maggie turns to watch her, and Alex thinks she sees a hint of something more than sex in the way her pupils dilate. But only for a moment. Because then it’s gone. Then the shutters are back up, as she watches Alex teasingly relish the taste of Maggie’s orgasm on her own hand.

“Fuck you,” Maggie breathes, and Alex’s grin just broadens.

“That’ll be next time, Detective, won’t it?” she winks, and she strides off without further explanation, without further hope.

Or at least, that’s what she tries to portray.

Nothing to hope for but lust, but kisses stolen, but touches taken, but orgasms given.

Because she can’t have time in her life for anything more than that.

Can’t have space in her heart for anything more than that.

And yet.

And yet.

And yet when Maggie calls her to ask if she wants to see how local cops get their information – and Alex is infuriated, frankly, that this woman somehow found her number, and she doesn’t want to think about how that only makes her more curious, how curiosity only makes her more… interested – Alex makes sure to take her Ducati.

Because she looks damn good on her bike, and she looks damn good in this jacket, and she will focus everything on how she looks and nothing on how she feels, because this woman is amazing to kiss and this woman is amazing to fuck.

And hell, this woman may even be amazing to work with, but she… no. No, no, no, no.

She can’t be touching Alex’s wrist, hand, gently with her own when Alex reaches into her waistband for her gun.

She can’t be looking at her with soft eyes, she can’t be telling her about growing up a brown queer kid in small town Nebraska.

She can’t be talking about relating to aliens, to outsiders, because then the thing that’s started to burn inside Alex might be real.

It might be… feelings.

Feelings, beyond sex.

Feelings, beyond warehouse trysts and alleyway fantasies.

She’s grateful when she gets even the slightest bit of intel.

Because she needs to get away from this woman. Away from this bar that feels like it could be the place where her life changes.

Fast.

But then the president is speaking, and then the Infernian is attacking, and then… 

And then Maggie is gone.

And Alex… Alex cares more than she should.

She cares more than she would if Maggie just felt like some fling, like some hot case to crack, like some jurisdictional kink to resolve.

She cares to the point where her heart wavers, and she cares to the point where she literally walks into fire for her.

Because it’s her job, she tells herself.

Rescuing people.

It’s her job.

Maybe.

But it’s not her job – doctor or not – to chase all the other DEO medics away from Maggie’s beaten body. It’s not her job to check her over with quite that much tenderness, and it’s not her job to want to press her lips to the gauze she puts over her burn.

It’s not her job to want to squeal with giddy joy when Maggie tells her she usually doesn’t do well with partners, but they make a really great team.

It’s not her job, and it’s not her sex drive, either.

So when she tells her she should get some rest, that she can stay at the DEO if she wants, Maggie pauses, and her heart leaps, but then it sinks right back down again.

“No, I can’t.”

“What, you got a hot date or something?” Alex asks, like they didn’t fuck each other hours before.

Maggie’s breath hitches. 

“No. No, of course I – no, I just… don’t wanna impinge on your jurisdiction, Danvers.”

She tugs her jacket on and Alex barely resists the impulse to help ease it over her shoulders.

“We could share,” she offers, and Maggie tilts her head and squints, a lopsided grin starting to form. 

“Jurisdiction, I mean. I mean… what I really mean is… Stay. Maggie. We… we’ve done this whole thing backwards. Our first fight and then our first…” She glances around. “You know.”

“Oh, is that what the kids are calling it nowadays?”

“Sawyer. Stay. Let me take care of you.”

“So you can get laid later?”

“No! I mean… no. Like I said. Backwards. Stay. We can backtrack. Get to know each other. Keep each other company.” She gestures at her shoulder. “I can help you heal. I’m not just an alien hunting fed, you know, I’m also a doctor.”

Maggie chuckles and leans back down onto the medical bed. “Yeah, I noticed. Anything you can’t do, Danvers?”

“I’m not good at relationships. But I can try. If you wanted.”

Maggie blinks and purses her lips and stares, hard. Like she’s calculating.

Alex waits, because god, she knows what those calculations are like.

“You’re on, Danvers. So you gonna show me around your spy lab, or what?”

“Happy to.”

10 Serial Killers Never Caught
  1. Charlie Chop-off: The killer had a bad habit of stabbing young African-American boys, and subjecting them to genital mutilation. The killer’s first victim was an eight-year-old African-American boy named Douglas Owen. Owen was found on March 9, 1972 on a Manhattan rooftop. The young boy had been stabbed 38 times and his penis had been mutilated. Over the next year, two other young boys would be found stabbed to death with their penises removed. In 1974, the police arrested a man named Erno Soto after he confessed to the murder of one of Charlie Chop-Off’s victims. However, Soto was considered to be mentally unstable, so his testimony wasn’t taken too seriously. In addition, a survivor of an attack by Charlie Chop-Off could not make a positive I.D of Erno Soto. As a result, Soto was found to not be guilty of the heinous crimes. Even so, the Charlie Chop-Off murders came to an abrupt halt after Soto’s arrest, leaving police to believe that he is still the most likely suspect.
  2. The Honolulu Strangler: The Honolulu strangler is the first known serial killer on the usually peaceful islands of Hawaii. This killer is thought to have murdered a total of five women in the mid-1980’s. The first victim of The Honolulu Strangler was a 27-year-old woman, named Vicky Gail Purdy. Her body was found on May 30, 1985. She had been raped, strangled and her hands were tied behind her back. Then on January 14, 1986, The Honolulu Strangler struck again. 17-Year-Old, Regina Sakamoto’s body was found in the exact same fashion that Purdy’s was. Over the course of the next three months, three more women would be found raped, strangled, with their hands bound behind their backs. The police interrogated a suspect in association with the murders. The suspect’s girlfriend told police that, whenever the two of them would have a lover’s spat, the suspect would leave the house, and then The Honolulu Strangler would strike. Despite this testimony and the fact that the suspect failed a polygraph test, the police were forced to let the suspect go due to lack of evidence. However, strangely enough, the murders in Honolulu stopped right after the police brought their suspect in for questioning.
  3. Stoneman: Stoneman is India’s most notorious serial killer. He is believed to have committed 13 murders in Calcutta, and a possible dozen more in Bombay. Stoneman’s first victim was found in June of 1989. The victim was a homeless man who was sleeping alone in a dimly lit area. He was killed by being bashed over the head with a stone. Over the next six months, twelve more homeless victims would be killed in the exact same fashion. In 1985, there were a dozen homeless people murdered in Bombay, in the same way that would eventually be occurring in Calcutta. This led authorities to believe that the same person was committing the murders, but they couldn’t be sure that the original killings hadn’t inspired a copycat killer. The police brought in a number of suspects but weren’t able to charge anyone with the murders. However, the killings came to a halt after the suspects were brought in for questioning, leaving many to believe that the real killer was part of the group of suspects that the authorities questioned.
  4. The February 9th Killer: The February 9th killer is a serial killer who is believed to be responsible for the 2006 murder of Sonia Mejia and her unborn child, and the 2008 murder of Damiana Castillo in Salt Lake City, Utah. Both of these women were strangled in their apartments and both of these murders were committed on February 9th, hence the killer’s name. The killer would get his victims to open their doors and then force his way into their homes. Investigators were able to link the two cases through DNA analysis, but they weren’t able to get a match. As a result, the case went cold in 2011.
  5. Jack the Ripper: Jack the Ripper is arguably London’s most notorious serial killer. He was active in 1888 and his killing grounds were areas that were fairly poor, in and around the Whitechapel district of London. Jack the Ripper’s name comes from a letter that was written by someone who was claiming to be the infamous killer. Today, this letter is considered to be a hoax but the name Jack the Ripper stuck. Jack the Ripper is responsible for the murder of a possible five victims. All of these victims were working girls who had their throats slit, before being mutilated by the Ripper. In three cases, the Ripper even took a souvenir of his kill, the internal organs of his victims. All of these killings took place between the 31st of August and the 9th of November, in 1888. Although law enforcers worked diligently to solve these murders, and were even sent a letter from the killer himself (which contained a half-preserved kidney), no one was able to discover who Jack the Ripper actually was. Today, there are over a hundred theories as to who the infamous serial killer could be.
  6. The Baby-Sitter Killer: The Babysitter Killer, also known as the Oakland County Child Killer, is responsible for the murders of at least four children. The killer was active between 1976 and 1977, in Oakland County, Michigan. The murders took place during a thirteen-month period, causing panic in Southeastern Michigan. During this time, children would not be let out of their houses without a parent or guardian present and the few who were allowed to go out without their parents, had to do so in a large group, where everyone could see them. The Babysitter Killer’s first known victim was twelve-year-old, Mark Stebbins. He went missing on February 15th and his body was found just four days later. He was found laid out on a snow bank with the same outfit that he had on the day he went missing. He had been strangled and sexually assaulted. The next three victims were all found fully clothed, and in plain sight. Although law enforcers brought in many suspects for questioning, they were never able to tie anyone to the crime. The case was reopened in 2012.
  7. Jack the Stripper: Jack the Stripper is the nickname of a serial killer who was active in London, between 1964 and 1965. The reason why his given name is so similar to that of Jack the Ripper’s is because their victimology is so alike. Like Jack the Ripper, Jack the Stripper murdered prostitutes. He murdered between six and eight prostitutes and then dumped their bodies into the River Thames. Jack the Stripper’s first known victim was named Hannah Tailford. Her body was found in February, 1964. She had been strangled and some of her teeth were missing. When a second body was found around where Hannah had been dumped, 57-year-old Kenneth Archibald confessed to the two murders. However, police dismissed his confession when he failed to remember certain facts about the killings and when a third body was found. A total of three more bodies were found, that seemed to match Jack the Stripper’s murders. Around this time, John Du Rose, the head of the investigation, held a press conference announcing that their pool of 7,000 suspects had gone down to 20, then 10, and finally three. After this, the killings inexplicably stopped and Jack the Stripper got away with murder.
  8. The Atlanta Ripper: The Atlanta Ripper was active during the year 1911, in Atlanta. This unidentified person is responsible for the murders of anywhere between 15-21 women. The Atlanta Ripper’s first victim was found on May 28, 1911. The woman was named Belle Walker. She was an African-American woman who was found with her throat slit, just 25 yards from her home. Then on June 15, the body of another African-American woman, Addie Watts was found in the exact same fashion as Belle Walker’s. By the end of 1911, another thirteen African-American or dark skinned women would be found with their throat’s slashed. Although six different suspects were questioned in correlation with the murders, no one was ever convicted.
  9. The Original Night Stalker/East Area Rapist: The Original Night Stalker was active in the late 1970’s and early 1980’s, in Contra Costa County. His first victims to ever be reported were Dr. Robert Offerman and his girlfriend, Debra Alexandra Manning. The couple was shot and killed in their home on December 30, 1979. During the next seven years, The Original Night Stalker took seven more victims, all by breaking into their homes, where he would kill them. Around the same time as The Original Night Walker killings were going on, San Francisco was being terrorized by the East Area Rapist. This man would break into the homes of women and then rape them. He managed to do this 50 times. In 2001, investigators made a miraculous discovery using DNA testing. They discovered that The Original Night Stalker and the East Area Rapist were in fact, the same person. Thankfully, this serial killer/ rapist’s crimes stopped in 1986, leaving many to believe that he either died or was imprisoned for another crime. 
  10. The Zodiac Killer:  The Zodiac killer is arguably the most infamous, unidentified serial killer of all time. He was active in Northern California in the late 1960’s and early 1970’s. Although the Zodiac Killer claims to have murdered 37 people, investigators have only been able to link him to 5 deaths and 2 injuries. The Zodiac Killer’s first known victims were Betty Lou Jensen and David Faraday. They were found on December 20, 1968. The couple were on their first date and were planning on attending the Christmas Concert at Hogan High School. Instead, the couple decided to visit a friend and then they made their way over to a gravel turnout, that was well-known as “Lovers’ Lane,” that’s when they came into contact with the Zodiac Killer. Investigators believe that the killer exited his car and made his way over to the couple’s car. He then ordered them to exit their own car. Jensen seems to have exited first but when Faraday attempted to exit, the killer shot him in the head. When Jensen tried to flee from the killer, he shot her as well. The Zodiac Killer would go on to claim five more victims. During his killings, the Zodiac Killer would send letters to the police, taunting them. He would make demands, give them cryptograms to solve in order to reveal his true identity, and he would tell them about upcoming attacks. His final letter concluded with this, “Me=37, SFPD=0.” A number of people were suspected to be the Zodiac Killer but nothing ever came of it. A few people have even confessed to the crimes, while other children have come forward claiming that their father or stepfather was the real Zodiac Killer. However, none of these claims came with much evidence to back them up, meaning that the Zodiac Killer has yet to be identified.