the way that he treats samira mohan is absolutely DISGUSTING.

what i particularly dislike is that samira is fighting her HARDEST to retain some semblance of humanity in emergency medicine and he is actively snuffing out that light. we are under SO much time pressure, so much strain from patients and the system: numbers, targets, scores, all of these demand that we do not take even 10 seconds to be human to our patients and create the connection that is SO special in medicine (& arguably leads to far better care/less anxiety in emergency medicine bc you're the first healthcare professional that your patient, who is scared enough for their health to leave home and seek your opinion, has seen!). samira is FIGHTING against that dehumanisation and is staying true to herself, and robby is actively punishing her for it every single day, multiple times a day.

on "slowmo": genuinely i think most uk workplaces in the nhs would have raised a lot of concerns about this, if a supervisor was visibly belittling someone under his guidance. where is the support from other residents? from nurses? imo this massively speaks to a culture in which robby cannot be criticised (which...would merit an entire other post).

if robby actually had genuine concerns about samira's performance, he could call her into the office/break room and have a gentle conversation. that is what any good trainer and supervisor does. what does he do instead? give her an insulting nickname and actively chivvies/hurries/chastises her on the floor IN FRONT OF PATIENTS. (side note but critiquing a colleague in front of patients is literally a key point that's frowned upon in our situational judgement exams in the uk! it undermines the doctor-patient relationship HUGELY and embarrasses your colleague. it's crass and gross.)

on top of this: robby is a white man in a position of seniority, samira is a woman of colour in a more junior training role. the power imbalance is obvious. need i say more.

robby also blatantly plays favourites - whitaker for one, langdon (previously) for two. gross, bad supervising, etc. where's that special treatment for his new intern, trinity, or his new resident, mel?

(it also does NOT escape me that his favouritism is dished out to men...i have worked with senior doctors who blatantly ignore their female juniors in favour of male juniors and trust me it's obvious once you've seen it. he may not do it consciously but it's so stark to me as a female resident. add to that the way that he doesn't take the risk that the incel patient poses to women, and dismisses mckay's concerns multiple times...

robby refuses to deal with his own trauma and burnout. this is a really, really bad trait in doctors - it biases your judgement about your patients, it affects how you treat colleagues (see above...), and it's literally a health/fitness to practice issue. he needs help, desperately, and clearly refuses to get it (for eg, when he fights with langdon out in the ambulance bay - clearly this is a very tense & complex scene, where langdon is lashing out, but robby literally turns tail and screams "fuck you"; he's having panic attacks & flashbacks at work, etc.). contrasted with jack abbot, who reads to me as a MUCH more regulated and balanced person - yes, he's up on the roof, he's clearly seen some shit, but he also has no intention to do anything further. he's just enjoying the view. lots of us have weird but safe coping mechanisms in medicine! he's calm under pressure, he's amazing with his juniors (eg, when trinity puts in the reboa, he lets her know that she shouldn't be acting outside of her competencies [ie, keeping her safe and acting as a good supervisor should] - but that she did incredibly well. it's obvious that he's impressed, and you can see how trinity GLOWS with it, when she's received nothing but shit all day on her FIRST DAY. jack quickly sizes samira up and trusts her to do an unorthodox procedure under pressure - giving her the support to learn without waiting for a 'controlled' context, showing he trusts her and her skills. i would pick jack abbott as my senior doctor ANY day; he's the kind of attending i'd go to the ends of the earth for. contrast to how robby supervises his juniors...).

yes, robby fights the system - but only in the ways he wants to. he fights gloria and he has his pet soapboxes, but he also doesn't fight the burnout culture of medicine through example/insight into himself, nor does he uplift his juniors (other than whitaker).

 I low-key hate the ending and everything from the hospital scene onwards but we move. It’s now past midnight, I haven’t proofread it, so please forgive any and all errors because I actually cannot look at this any longer. Err, I hope it lives up to what everyone wanted!

Also, this got ridiculously long. It’s 8608 words

Trigger Warnings: bombings, canon-typical violence, lots of blood, hospitals, spinal injuries that result in the use of a cane and wheelchair, canonical minor character deaths, serious injury of a main character, what i would describe as unhealthy thoughts about death

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The first thing Aaron noticed when he opened his eyes was that it was dark. It was so incredibly dark, which doesn’t make any sense because all the streetlights were on when they had been leaving the building.

They. Because he had been with Kate. He’d been telling her everything was going to be fine. That they would catch their unsubs, and she didn’t need to worry about being reassigned or losing anyone’s respect. But that if they did want to reassign her, there would always be a place for her at Quantico.

She had smiled, and the panging in his stomach that seemed to get worse every time a member of his team so much as looked at him receded slightly. She had bumped his shoulder as they walked back to the car, and it had felt just like the old days, when they’d spent a month liaising together.

He remembers that month perfectly. She was amazing, captivating an entire room with nothing more than a look. Confidence radiated from her, drawing everyone in and commanding their attention. But she’d been so kind. So gentle. Never once teasing him for his own awkward nature. Kate had encouraged him to phone Haley at every opportunity, saying love was a beautiful thing to witness.

Kate met Haley and the two got on like best friends. After she first transferred over, the three of them had gone for dinner a few times, just to help her get settled and remind her that she did in fact, have some friends in the area.

When the two of them joked about their similarities, it had made him blush, but laugh nonetheless. When Emily Prentiss said it, it made him feel nauseous. He knew she didn’t respect him, and still resented him for the way he’d acted- even though he had been right- but to assume that he’d cheated had cut him deeper than any of her previous insults.

He was getting distracted. He needed to work out where Kate was. Because they were on a case. It had made him and Derek argue. No, it wasn’t the time to be thinking about that. He would try and remember it later. For now, he needed to raise his head, and find Kate.

Hotch didn’t know why he was on the ground. It didn’t make any sense, and when he lifted his head, the world started spinning so fast, he let out a low whine of pain and let it drop onto the tarmac of the road once more. He thought the fact that nothing changed should have concerned him more than it did.

There was still no sign of Kate.

“Kate,” he whispered. He cleared his throat. “Kate,” he shouted again, flinching when it sounded too loud. It echoed around him, like a schoolground taunt because Kate wasn’t there. Had she left him? No, that wasn’t who she was.

He was starting to panic. He tried to stand, but his legs weren’t cooperating, and he didn’t know where he was or what had happened. There was nobody to ground him. In moments like these, he would usually seek out JJ. She would take his hand for a few moments, convince him he was doing enough.

But JJ didn’t trust him either. Not enough to tell him she was pregnant. Seeing Will had been a comfort, because it meant that there was someone for her to turn to, but he had seen her face just before she announced her pregnancy.

She hadn’t wanted to say anything. And when he looked in her eyes, he saw the same nervous excitement he’d seen in Haley’s when she came out of the doctor’s office. Adrian Bale had killed six agents only days later. He’d been lucky to walk away. He still visited Jacqueline’s grave every year, wishing he could tell her in person that his son was named Jack.

“Kate,” he whispered again, this time to himself. It would be his mantra. She would find him. She would. She had to. It had to be her. Nobody else. Only her.

I do really hate this fic but but it’s whatever and I’m tired of looking at it. I have homework to do so it just is what it is. This probably takes place pre-season one.

Here’s the Derek and Hotch fic:

“Derek!”

Morgan stops dead in his tracks, spinning on his heel to see who it is jogging down the hall after him. JJ with her blond hair tied back in a messy ponytail is hurrying towards him. He watches it swish back and forth over her shoulders. Pressed to her chest is an assortment of papers, only some bound by the traditional manila folders their work is found in. She puffs out a breath, slightly winded, as she nears him. “What can I do for you?” he asks.

She extends the pile of papers, “can you take these to Agent Hotchner?”

He bottles the immediate frustration he experiences. Mostly because he’s not frustrated with her and Gideon is always riding his ass about his “displacement” of emotions. To which, Morgan really wants to suggest Gideon take his Freudian ideology and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine. Yet, he knows this would be falling directly into the displacement Gideon is talking about. Besides, JJ is a saint and a little scary (if he’s honest), and keeping himself on her good side is ideal.

So, he accepts the papers. “Sure,” he says with a smile. “That’s no problem. Anything else?”

She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “No,” she answers, simply. “Not unless you can call the Washington branch and explain, again, that we are not needed in their arson case.” She rubs at her forehead, fingers creating the stress wrinkles she’s certainly feeling. “Agent Hotchner sent them a profile last week but they really want him to come down there.”

Morgan hums, nodding. He’s aware of that particular issue. Everyone wants them somewhere and they never want just the profile being offered, they always want someone down there. Which, until JJ was hired, was a problem Hotch had taken on. He devoted time to explain that they didn’t have the agents or the time to send someone out for every minor issue. There are three profiles in the entire unit. The sexism that JJ faces with this now as her job is infuriating and Morgan finds himself blaming Hotch for that.

The man has been doing that job for years, why hasn’t he warned her better? Taken to feeling some of the calls himself to throw a little bit of that temper at them?