#shackld

SHE SEES NOTHING. DON'T GOT A PHONE.

i see fire meme // accepting yes , i'm afraid . i'm afraid for you . ( @shackld )

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IT HAD BEEN ONE HELL OF A YEAR. Summer had started with a well-earned vacation. Morgan was paying for the whole thing. Him, her, Jamaica, all the drinks she could ask for & hot bodies all around. (his words, not hers, but she did appreciate them) The rest of the team had taken their respective time off. Gideon hiding away in his cabin. Hotch spending time with the wife & kid. Reid doing GOD KNOWS WHAT. Probably something lame & nerdy. Like usual. & Chief, well honestly she didn't know the new recruit well enough to say what her hobbies involved at the time. (they'd gotten a bit closer now, but she still didn't know much. not even her goddamn name) Anyway, cut to the next morning. After she'd hooked up with some rando. (one of the hot bodies) & There she was, down the hall from a decapitated corpse, being FRAMED FOR MURDER. Arrested. Interrogated. & Eventually freed. Only to return home to find out her entire team was being tormented by some psycho saw-like killer who wanted to PLAY A GAME BY HIS RULES. Gideon decided to break the rules. Hotch decided to send her home because she was too tired. (even knowing this asshole had all their addresses) She fought him on it, he said it was an order, she obeyed, & just as she'd curled up on the couch, there he was. Shot her point-blank in the chest. & While she was laying on the ground, slowly dying, he dug his fingers deep into her gut to write the word RULES across her wall in her own blood. (thank god Hotch had cleaned that up while she was in the hospital)

Four months & a fresh haircut later & she was back to work. Just in time to get put on a case hunting down one of THE SICKEST BASTARDS. William Lee. Serial rapist who intentionally impregnated his victims. Guy gets off free. GUY TURNS UP DEAD. Hotch breathing down her back. He knows she did it. They all know. But no one can prove it. & Now she's having fucking tea in Chief's home. WHAT A FUCKING RIDE.

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The cold and pungent city air clung to Henry Townshend's skin as he emerged out from a train station. For him, the day had been unnecessary long and home was the place he wished to be in. He tightened the collar of his coat, the weight of the day's frustrations settled harshly enough to make his awareness blurred. Unbeknownst to him, danger lurked around the train station's corner and, a sinister presence eager to disrupt the mundanity of his routine.

A sudden blur of motion, a flash of desperation, and before Henry could flee, he found himself grappling with a junkie psycho. Panic surged through his veins as the two clashed in a violent dance of survival. Adrenaline-fueled instincts kicked in, his body moved on its own accord. As if kissed by lady luck, Henry delivered a decisive blow from a beer glass bottle he'd grabbed in the flurry, and the junkie crumpled to the ground, unconscious. " G - God, what the hell is wrong with you! "

Moments later, the scene was bathed in the crimson glow of police sirens. Panic gripped Henry anew as the squad cars screeched to a halt, officers spilling out with weapons drawn. Their accusatory voices mingled with the blaring sirens, drowning out his protests of self-defense. He was only fighting for his life, why would they refuse to listen to him?! Did someone call the police in order to tell them that HE was the culprit?

As the reality of his situation settled in, Henry's thoughts spun like a whirlwind. He was now the accused, the lines between right and wrong blurred in a haze of chaos. The lifeless body of his assailant lay nearby as a grim reminder of the violence that had unfolded. " Please, listen to me! I haven't done anything wrong. . . " Pleas landed on deaf years, for now, the local police force awaited for their chief to arrive in order to move on.