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Part 2 of some art to @cuips-not-cute's fic Blinking Red Light. As a treat🙈
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What one brings to a high-stakes break-in, Steve's not really sure. He has the tapes, with the few backups he'd managed to make between videos stashed safely away, just in case. He has a flashlight, a first aid kit, and cash in his wallet. The nail bat and baseball cap are both still in his car.
Good enough, he supposes. Though a hoodie probably wouldn't hurt.
He chucks pebbles at Robin's window when he gets to her house. She appears, wide-eyed, miming that she'll cut his head off if he doesn't stop.
Steve throws one more for good measure. He can practically hear Robin's annoyed squawk as he walks around to meet her at the door.
"Ready?" Steve whispers.
"No!" Robin hisses. "Dude, it's two in the morning. I fell asleep just wondering when you were gonna finally get here."
She's wearing pajamas. Steve snorts and pushes past her, tiptoeing up the stairs.
"What are we even doing?" Robin whisper-shouts, shutting the bedroom door behind them. "You never said!"
"Breaking and entering," Steve says. "Nothing we haven't done before."
"Oh my god," Robin says, pulling sweats from one of the piles of clothing on her carpet. Steve steals a black hoodie from the pile next to it and tugs it on. "Y'know, I should've guessed."
Steve fills her in on the specifics while she changes and shoves things into her pockets. A ski mask from the Canada trip. A bandana. A pair of the rubber gloves she uses to dye her hair.
Ohh. Fingerprints. That's smart. Steve holds his hand out for a pair, too.
She's dressed in all black now, pockets bulging. "Well?" she says. "Let's go save your dork-ass boyfriend."
from chapter 17 of my fic, blinking red light❤️📽
Top 10 The Mentalist Episodes Per Season ↪️ #7 - Blinking Red Light (4x07)
"Trust your instincts, Lisbon."
Oh the banter…
Red John is dead. And the fact that he allowed himself to be caught and killed by you just proves my point. Compared to SJK, Red John was nothing.
An amateur... already forgotten.
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you say we're not together, so now when we kiss, I have anger issues
Jane is a lot more empathetic than a lot of people give him credit for, but I wonder how much of his sadness when visiting the Maiers was because he identified with their grief over their child. If he looked at them and realized that, at one point, he'd been just as vulnerable, his own pain, just as... profitable, if he'd met some slightly shadier characters, if Red John hadn't been so adamant. Maybe he even recognized himself as he is now — his hope for revenge around his neck like a leash, dragging his pain on and on and on.
steve during blinking red light: fellas, is it gay to desperately want to kiss my best male friend's asshole? or feel immensely sad that kissing is off limits while we make numerous sex tapes? or jerking off to the thought of him... um asking for a friend... who is definitely not me. steve harrington. who is straight. a heterosexual male who definitely isn't obsessed with his gay male friend.
@cuips-not-cute this fic is so good that it's rewriting my brain chemistry!
