And Hell Followed \ September 14, 2014 / Ali, Cameron, and NPCs


Everything seemed to be a blur after that. She remembered putting herself between the SWAT officers and Chrissy’s body until someone finally came forward and took her gently by the arm. He put a finger to his ear and began speaking to whoever was on the other end of the communication device she could see there. “We found both hostages, one appears to be DOA. Both females appear to have gunshot wounds to the head,” he was explaining as he led Ali slowly up the stairs. They were met at the top with a stretcher and two EMTs who quickly took her from the officer and strapped her down on the stretcher.

“Chrissy? Is she okay?” she found herself asking even though she knew the answer. The EMTs didn’t speak to her, which she found irritating, instead they pushed the stretcher out the front door as another was brought in for her friend’s body. Alison attempted to lift her head from the stretcher to look around, but found that it was starting to pound like no other. She wondered if Wade was outside waiting for her, and found that she wished she could be in his arms again, feeling safe.

As she was rolled passed a black van, she could have sworn she saw a familiar flash of red hair, and then she lost consciousness.

Months down the line, Cameron was going to be able to sit back and pinpoint this as one of the moments that pulled her out of the Bureau and shifted everything in her life. Knowing that despite the fact that there might be anything and everything wrong with a situation and that they couldn’t help? Well, that was the worst feeling in the world, and it wasn’t that the resources weren’t there, but the Bureau’s hands were tied to an extent. She was exhausted by the time that the sound of both hostages being found came through the com link before she nodded slightly though they couldn’t see that in the least.

The silence that ensued before the fact that they hadn’t mentioned which one was likely to be declared dead upon arrival… well, Cameron wasn’t going to be able to go through and sort through her mind then. Her heart was pounding, however, until it seemed as though Miles had stepped aside from the group. “Cameron, Reaser’s been shot, but I’m fairly certain she’s in pretty serious shock right now, because she’s up and moving. EMTs have her, and she should be out soon, but I would put money down on them taking her straight into surgery.”

There was a few seconds where she was silent before finally speaking, “Thanks… I owe you a whole lot for all of this, by the way,” she said quietly before pulling the link out of her ear and quickly switching to her cell phone to call Wade. “Hey, it’s me… we’re done of this end, but it looks like she’s not in great shape. They’re going to be taking her over to Washington Memorial, I’ll meet you there, okay?”

And Hell Followed \ September 14, 2014 / Ali, Cameron, and NPCs


Their kidnapper looked furious at her for getting her hands in front of her again, but for some reason went to Chrissy first. “NO!” Alison exclaimed as he brought the gun up to the crying girl’s head and shot her. She watched as her friend’s brains painted the wall behind her, too stunned to even think about attempting to flee. It was over now, he was going to kill her, that much she knew. She stared at the man’s back eyes wide in terror as she waited for him to turn.

Suddenly there was a loud banging from upstairs and several shouts. The man snapped out of his haze and turned to her, raising his gun once more with a menacing glare. She wanted to beg him to spare her, but she didn’t want to sound weak. There was no way she would beg the man who’d just done unspeakable things to Chrissy, because there was no point. He was a monster and her death was inevitable. As if he’d read her mind, he came forward several more steps, gun leveled directly at her head, and fired twice.

Alison blacked out for a second, but when she came to there was a searing pain in the left side of her head. She felt warmth spreading down from where the pain radiated, all the way to her shoulder. Head wounds always bled profusely, but that seemed like a lot to her…and she felt herself worry. There was a creaking to her right and she spotted the man exiting the basement through the cellar door. Without thinking, Ali managed to get to her feet and move over to Chrissy’s limp body, still hanging by her wrists. “Ch-Chrissy?” she managed, feeling for a pulse she knew wasn’t there. Behind her she heard shouts, and then the beams of flashlights shone down the stairs, blinding her as someone yelled for a medic. Their rescue was here…and Chrissy had died only minutes before they’d reached them.

To say the least, Cameron wasn’t good at waiting, and she sure as hell wasn’t used to being the one that was working behind the scenes anymore than she was used to not being able to do anything. And to not be able to do something when it involved someone that was close to one of her best friends? Well, that was entirely different than anything that she had ever experienced.

Their lives were supposed to be simple, given how much chaos the rest of the world tended to have and how much their jobs tended to be in constant upheaval. It wasn’t fair that something like this was happening to people like Alison or Chrissy… it wasn’t fair that Wade was stuck back at the house with worry about what could go wrong. The com that had been in her ear was pressed against her palm, her fingers wrapped around the cool metal and the hum of movement almost constant around her. 

It didn’t take much more than the touch at her elbow to startle her, almost dropping the small device onto the pavement before she caught herself and turned to look at Jakobson before the man gave her a gentle, but reassuring squeeze, before tapping his ear, “I think that you’re going to be better if you hear all of this,” he said before leaning back against the car next to her.

The sound was familiar, and almost comforting, as the men cleared each room methodically and their voices were just enough to make her relax a little bit at the fact that she wasn’t in there. If she wasn’t, there wasn’t a group that she would rather see taking on this kind of situation, because she had all the confidence that they were the best within the Bureau to take this at head. Because while they may not be profilers, they could take any situation at head and turn it around in their favor, that was something that she didn’t doubt in an instant.

And Hell Followed \ September 14, 2014 / Ali, Cameron, and NPCs


Alison let out a cry of pain as she was thrown back to the ground. Her face throbbed from where her kidnapper had hit her several times, angry that she’d managed to make a phone call in his absence. She hoped to god that she’d called someone with means to help their situation and not the pizza place down the block from her apartment or someone equally as useless. She prayed that help was now on the way, especially since the man was now thoroughly pissed.

After a moment of standing over her, his head snapped up as if he’d heard something alarming. Alison quieted her own breathing as much as she could and strained her ears to hear what he was listening to. Sure enough, the faint sound of sirens in the distance met her ears and she let out a sigh of relief, feeling tears prick at her eyes. She’d done it! She’d called for help! "You stupid bitch." the man muttered before turning and racing back up the stairs, not even bothering to close the door behind him.

Thinking this was her chance, that he’d decided to make a run for it, Alison maneuvered her arms under her legs and back in front of her once again, ignoring the throbbing pain it caused in her bound wrists. Glancing around, she spotted a set of old looking wooden stairs leading up to a cellar door she hadn’t noticed before. That was where she needed to go, just to be safe. Just as she was about to stand an make her way over to Chrissy, she heard his boots on the stairs. Freezing on her knees, she turned and gasped. He had brought his gun back.

Their lives were about to be turned upside down, and even though Cameron couldn’t describe the pit in her stomach that was there as they approached the building. SWAT may have been the ones clearing it, but she had a solid com link between them and the gunshots that rang out caused her to jump and move outside of the car she was sitting in, her fingers knotted together in front of her for a few long seconds as the coms went silent before they exploded with sounds. The noise went quiet for a few long moments before she bit her lip, a soft sigh on her lips before squeezing her eyes shut and a small exhale fell from her lips.

She didn’t know what it was that they had just walked into, but when they called for a medic, signaling for the paramedics to stop waiting on the outer wings and go into the building with a clear said by Michaels, Cameron leaned back against the car. Her heart was beating faster than it needed to be, and she couldn’t deny that as she pulled the com out of her ear her head fell forward and she felt the blood drain from her face. Realistically? With the gunshots and the medics? Cameron wasn’t sure that she wanted to know what it was that had happened, but she was more than aware of the fact that there were certain people that did need to know.

For now, though, it was going to be a waiting game of sorts for everyone there.

And Hell Followed \ September 14, 2014 / Ali, Cameron, and NPCs


She wasn’t quite sure what time it was, or what time it had been when the bastard had gone upstairs and left them alone. Chrissy was crying from where she was still tied up, and she wanted desperately to hush her but she knew that she would probably be acting the same way if she’d just gone through what the nurse had. Their kidnapper hadn’t been back down in a long while, and Ali knew that she needed to try and do something to help them escape, seeing as she was the only one of the two who was physically able to do anything.

Rolling onto her side Ali stretched her hands, which the man had retied behind her back, to reach her phone in her front pocket. She knew that if she couldn’t get a call out, at least she could turn it on so that the cops could track the GPS in it. After a few moments of struggling, she managed to pull it out and turn it on, her fingers tapping the screen until she managed to connect a call. She didn’t pay attention much to who she’d called since the phone was behind her, but she prayed that she would be able to speak with them. Suddenly, the door to the basement opened and their attacker came down the stairs, shouting at her as he spotted her phone. Really, she thought he was stupid for not taking her phone from her. “You stupid bitch!” he exclaimed as he pushed the phone across the floor, though he didn’t bother to hang it up; another dumb move. He grabbed her by the hair and pulled his arm back, smacking her across the face hard, drawing a cry of pain from her.

Although Lydia was doing a fair job of keeping her up to date on what little she had found… Nothing was moving as fast as Cameron would like, by any means. This was not something that she was an expert on by any stretch of the imagination and it probably was not the best time go or a crash course in how to fix something like this. And really, Cameron was good at fixing things it was just the fact that this was something that she wasn’t sure would be able to. At least not with a happy ending. 

The crash course in kidnapping 101 that she had taken (along with pulling information from what the Bureau taught in their own classes) didn’t exactly make Cam optimistic given that they hadn’t heard from the kidnappers. And despite the fact that she wasn’t about to tell Wade that, there should have been someone that was more experienced in this at least helping out and yet the Bureau’s hands were tied. To say that it made her mad a frustrated that they weren’t able to do more was an understatement of epic proportions. 

In fact, she as pulled so far into her thoughts, the highlighter hanging from between her teeth and a pen from her fingers that she jumped when her phone started ringing. The shrill sound was unexpected in the room, given that most of her contacts had ringtones assigned based on what particular grouping in her life they started from and she picked it up, answering the call and letting the yellow pen drop in one swift movement, “Hadley here.”

What came next was unexpected and entirely shocking, particularly the sounds of a man yelling and a woman screaming before she was up and out of the chair, running into the living room, “Phone. Someone give me their phone, I need to call Lydia.” A phone was tossed to her and she quickly dialed the redhead’s number before telling her to track the call that was in on her cell and she’s try to leave it connects for as long as possible. It was the minutes that ticked by that caused her to be antsy, pacing back and forth in the hallway while Taryn peaked around the corner before Lydia said something about sending the coordinates to all their cell phones and alerting DC Metro. It didn’t take prompting for Cameron to run up to the bedroom where she normally always kept her gun locked, or quickly stripping down and getting dressed in clothes that would give her the ease of flexibility before she had her gun attached to her hip and the badge around her neck. 

Cameron + reading

It is rare to hear Cameron talk about the fact that she loves to read, entirely so and almost all-encompassing when she does get a few minutes alone to be able to. Though, she’s not going to deny that she does a fair amount of it with her psychology practice and certainly when she’s going over cases that she’s worked with for the Bureau.

What really spikes her interest, however, is the ability to sit down and just escape from the rest of the world for a little bit. She prefers it, actually. It means that things are just a little simple and that the world is falling apart from underneath her feet by any point of imagination of her life. It makes her want to believe that there can be something happy and good in the world, despite what everything else is screaming at her on a regular basis. Books, simply, are a damn good escape from everything else that’s going wrong.

Anonymously or not, try to make my character angry.


— Try to make my character hellishly angry - furious even. The only word limit is one inbox message, the minimum is one sentence.


send me a character + thing if you wanna know my headcanon for them and that thing

ex: molly hayes + sleeping

sentence meme [grey’s anatomy, part 1]


  • "I hate being drunk."
  • "You are the best thing that’s ever been mine."
  • "You ungrateful crapdog!"
  • "It’s not childish to hold on to hope."
  • "I am not finished."
  • "I wanna be around 40 years from now."
  • "Dude, run away before I find a brick."
  • "I get to decide when I’ve had enough."
  • "I’m not interested in dying."
  • "Your heart lives in your vagina."
  • "You’re a freak and I hate you."
  • "Why didn’t you try harder?"
  • "I like penis. I mean, I’m a huge, huge fan of penis."
  • "You son of a bitch."
  • "I’m busy holding myself together with tape and glue."
  • "You just brought a knife into a gun fight."
  • "I ate a lot of donuts."
  • "I love you. I freakin’ love you."
  • "You don’t get to call me a whore."
  • "We can be dull and lifeless together."
  • "I’m gonna hug you."
  • "Maybe it hurts for a reason."
  • "I’m never good enough, no matter what I say or do."
  • "Are you here for me?"
  • "Men don’t discriminate when it comes to jugs."
  • "I’ll give you ten bucks to stab me in the face right now."
  • "Pick me, choose me, love me."
  • "Go sit by someone who cares."
  • "I make no apologies for how I chose to repair what you broke."
  • "You’re my family. You’re all I’ve got."
  • "You love me more than anybody has in a very long time."
  • "Proving once again that no good can become from a thong."
  • "You’re poking a bear. A very horny bear."
  • "I need a reason to get up in the morning."
  • "Somebody sedate me!"
  • "Jerkface."
  • "Sometimes I’m a bitch for no good reason at all."
  • "Nothing says good morning like shower sex."
  • "Since when has the possession of ovaries become an insult?"
  • "Actually I prefer to be called Ruler of All Evil, but I will answer to Satan."
  • "We’re gonna survive this, right?"
  • "I’m laughing, just not externally."
  • "I think you’re beautiful."
  • "You can do this."
  • "You wanna know what happened to me? You, you happened to me."
  • "I’m your person. I am on your side."
  • "I don’t have time to fall apart."
  • "I’m gonna eat all of these muffins, and I’m gonna get really, gloriously fat."
  • "If you want me to respect you, you have to do something worth respecting."
  • "Don’t be a weenie!"
  • "Don’t you dare come to me for forgiveness, you traitorous bitch."
  • "No freaking way."
  • "I think I might’ve died for a second."
  • "Back off, Scrooge McDuck."
  • "I seem to be a little bit drunk."
  • "You hush! No one’s interested in your life."
  • "You better start to be freaking nice to me."
  • "This isn’t easy for me."
  • "I am not doing what you think I’m doing."
  • "If there’s no food I’m going home."

Text to Theo

  • Cameron: Hey... had a couple seconds and thought that I would see how you're doing.

Text to Lydia Fairchild

  • Lydia: I'm trying. He's got a few different addresses that he uses on legal documents, but so far all of them have turned out to be private residential places. I've sent a couple of agents out to see if he is at any one of them, but beyond that there's not a lot we can do. I'm trying to see if he has any business partners that would know where he is. I'll keep you posted.
  • Cameron: Thanks kid, I owe you one. And a pair a kickass shoes on my tab.

Text to Lydia Fairchild

  • Cameron: Hey Lyd, just wanted to check in. Did you find a location on Denali yet? We're getting into crunch time and no calls have come in from the kidnappers.

And Hell Followed \ September 14, 2014 / Ali, Cameron, and NPCs


Ali wasn’t quite sure how long they’d been in the dank basement, or how much longer they’d be trapped there before they were either rescued or the guy killed them. She didn’t want to think about the fact that it was quite possible that he would end up killing them both, but it was hard not to. He’d been having his fun with Chrissy for a while now, while Ali lay on the hard floor in a daze. He’d punched her hard enough to give her a concussion, of that much she was sure, and she hadn’t had the physical ability to get up and attempt another escape. She’d already tried crawling to the stairs, even made it halfway up before the bastard grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her back down to what had somehow been designated her spot on the floor. She just wanted this whole thing to end, and the worst part was that she knew it wouldn’t end before he did to her exactly what he’d been doing to her colleague.

Chrissy was a mess, which was to be expected, her scrubs in tatters on the floor and blood and bruises covering her body. He’d beaten her up something terrible before he’d actually sexually assaulted her and Ali had been forced to watch and listen to the whole ordeal. If she made it out of here, she’d be scarred for life…if she made it out of here. The whole time, she’d tried her best to be strong, but her mind kept wandering to how Wade was going to handle hearing about what this monster had done to her before killing her. She had found tears running down her face as she thought of how hard this would affect the man she’d come to love; and then more tears escaped as she realized she’d never gotten the chance to tell him that she loved him. Life was full of regrets, and all of Ali’s had been racing through her mind for the better part of her time on the cement floor. Now, Ali found that she prayed more for it all to end then for rescue; she wanted it to be over, she didn’t much care how.

To say that the weekend had been more stressful than anything she had been involved in as of late was an understatement, and given that her stress threshold was relatively high… Cameron wasn’t going to deny that this was worrisome. Her home office had settled into a command center that she was frequently shoving Wade out of and Lydia was in and out going back and forth between her home and the bureau trying to get more information. For the most part, though, there was only so much assistance that the Bureau was able to offer before their hands were tied.

As private citizens though… there was a certain amount of information that was available to their hands to work with, and she was certainly thankful for this. The file on her desk, though, didn’t exactly reassure her that this was going to come out with a good outcome. There was little to no details that had been pulled in regards to the man that they had been able to identify as Harold Denali, but what little there was pulled had caused the hair on the back of her neck to stand on end. This was something that she didn’t want to have Taryn walk into the middle of and see, shutting the file before pulling out her phone and sending Lydia a quick text to see if there had been any updates on the leads that she had been tracking.