Imagines For All, And All For Imagines.

It’s finally here! A few things really fast. 1. Thank you for all of your support! You are amazing! 2. There will be a Part Eleven. 3. There is much more violence in this chapter than any of the others. WARNINGS!! There are themes containing rape, violence, torture, kidnapping and branding. This may be disturbing to some. Mature Content. —Now Enjoy.

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I ran as fast as my suddenly imposed blindness would allow. My breath came out in haggard gasps and I cried out as I tripped; falling to the ground. My palms burned as they scraped the jagged gravel and I could feel the warmth of my blood as it rose to flow freely. A menacing laugh spurred me to push myself to my feet again and run.

Suddenly a red flashing light came on; disorienting me. It flashed so quickly that it hurt my eyes, making me raise my now wounded hands to shield my eyes.

“Yoohoo…(Y/N), I’m coming.” I heard him call in a sing-songy voice.

The sheer joy that was in his voice sent chills down my spine and made me feel as if my heart was in my throat. I could hear gravel crunching as he came closer.

I pushed myself to my feet once more and ran. My fear and anger made me run faster. I was not going to let him win. No matter what…he would not win. That thought ran through my mind over and over and over again.

I had no idea where I was in this hell labyrinth. The tunnels curved and dead-ended randomly. I could still hear him laughing in the distance. His enjoyment only served to spur me on. I came to another dead-end.

“Damn it.” I swore under my breath as I turned to double-back.

I turned right and paused in shock. I almost couldn’t believe it. I found her. I found Marie.

She was still tied to the chair with the newspaper in her lap. I rushed forward and took the gag out of her mouth after motioning for her to be quiet. I untied her as she gasped in relief.

“How did you find me?”

“Shh. He’s still here looking for me.” I whispered to her.

“You’re here alone?”

I nodded.

“Why?”

“He said he’d kill you if I brought anyone.”

“He’ll kill us anyway. He’s obsessed with you…you’re all he ever talks about.”

“Marie, listen. We need to be quiet and find a way out of here, ok? We’ll get through this together.”

She nodded as I finished untying her legs and helped her up.

“Come on.”

We went through another entryway that led from the room and walked as silently as possible down the tunnel. The red light still flashing so quickly it only had about a quarter of a second between flashes. The gravel softly crunching beneath our feet. I hadn’t thought to change before coming here and still wore my dress and blazer for work. At least I had picked out ballet flats for this outfit. I would have been dead already if I showed up in heels. The skirt of my dress brushed my knees as a slight breeze caught the hem.

“Marie? Do you feel that?”

“What?” She stopped for a moment before it clicked. “Wind.”

“Come on, it might lead us outside.” I said as I headed towards the breeze.

“(Y/N), where are you going? The fun hasn’t even started.”

I looked over my shoulder and saw the dark outline of a man.

Turning back towards Marie I whispered a single word. “Run.”

I pushed Marie towards the breeze and I took off in the opposite direction. I didn’t know how far away the exit was or if it was even there…for all we knew it was a fan. I knew neither of us would make it if we ran for it together but if forced to choose between me and Marie…he would run after me. And maybe Marie would make it out and bring back help. Even if I died at least Marie would be safe and he wouldn’t have completely won.

Suddenly something came swinging at my face. I’d felt this pain before. Looking up from where I now was on the ground I saw him holding a crowbar. I could feel the warmth of my blood as it ran down my face.

“This is the same bar I broke your car window with. Fun Fact.” He said with a chuckle.

I could see him now. His jade green eyes were shining with devilish delight and the largest grin I’d ever seen on a person was resting on his lips. His blonde hair curled over onto his forehead and his tall height made his curls brush the low ceiling. The red light made his high cheekbones seem sharper and his white skin reflected the light. I knew I recognized this man. He was so familiar but…I just couldn’t place him.

He stooped down, hauled me up and started dragging me behind him. I tried to resist him but he was so strong and my head was still spinning from when he’d swung at me with the crowbar. He took me to the same room he’d been holding Marie. I studied the room trying to find a way out that I might have missed. All I discovered was a fire blazing in a pit nearby with something sticking out of it. I was sure that hadn’t been here before. And that terrified me. That meant he’d been closer than I’d thought. He’d herded me towards Marie and set this up while she and I had been trying to escape. He was always a step ahead.

“Let go of me!” I shouted at him.

But he kept silent as he shoved me into the chair that I had released Marie from not fifteen minutes ago. I tried to stand but he just shoved me back down; dropping the crowbar.

“I’ve waited so long for this.” He said staring down at me.

I stayed silent. I was still trying to place him.

“I love the way your eyebrows scrunch together when you think.” He said as he sunk down to his hunches as to be eye level with me. “Do you know who I am?”

“I know that I’ve seen you before.”

“I’ll say.” He responded with a soft chuckle. “Imagine me about a hundred pounds skinnier. I’ve thought of you every day since we graduated. Every day since we left that small corner of hell”

“Graduated?” And suddenly it clicked. “Kaidan Hall?” I gasped in confusion and shock.

He smiled. “Very good. I thought it would take you longer.”

Memories were rushing back now.

“How long has it been since you’ve thought of me?”

I shook my head that I didn’t know. “Why? Why are you doing this?”

“Do you remember how they used to treat me? Your jock boyfriend was the worst of them. Every day I suffered. Suffered through the beatings, the mocking…everything. What was worst was they knew I was better than them. That I was smarter. They knew it! And that’s why they treated me so horribly. But you…whenever you showed up…you stopped them. You defended me. You were the only one in that whole school who bothered to care for me. Even the teachers looked the other way. After all…it’s only high school…they hoped it would tough me up…make me more like them.”

“I don’t understand. I was kind to you! I…I stood up for you! I even broke up with Brad because of how he treated you.”

“You were worse than all the bullies. I was in love with you for years and then one day…one day I suddenly understood how stupid I was being. I finally got why you were so nice to me. You were only kind so you wouldn’t have to deal with a guilty conscience. You didn’t care about me. You were selfish…at least everyone else showed their true colors. I got my revenge on Brad. I couldn’t help myself. After my first kill when I realized that I could do this and get away with it…I went after him.”

“But Brad died from a wild animal attack while out hunting.”

He smiled again. “No, he didn’t. I knocked him out while he was hunting and took him to a little abandoned shack I found in those woods. I tortured him for days.”

“Oh my…but how have you gotten away with all this? How did you even get into my apartment?”

“That was easy. I’ve been your building manager for the past two months.”

“What? How?”

“The actual building manager was some old man who didn’t have anyone to care about him. I killed him so I could have easy access to you whenever I wanted. It came in handy more than I thought. Before I did anything I made sure to unplug the cameras so when the police asked for the tapes I could hand them right over and they’d still have nothing.”

“I…I…but why?”

“I was in love with you and you never cared!” He shouted. His hands were clutching the arms of the chair now and his face was only inches from mine.

“I didn’t know!”

“Exactly. You didn’t care enough to see. But it doesn’t matter now. I’ll finally have what I want…after all these years I’ll show you. I’ll show all of you.”

He strikes. His hands are clutching my upper arms now and he’s dragging me out of the chair onto the floor. He’s on top of me, using his weight to hold me down. His teeth were on my neck and his hands are under my skirt.

“No! No!” I screamed as I try to push him off. “Stop! Please, you don’t have to do this!”

His hand was grabbing me now. He was clutching the most center part of me. The place where only Rafael had touched.

The thought of Rafael brought a whole new wave of emotion. I thought about how Kaidan had made it his mission to make sure I never saw Rafael again and a sob escaped from my throat.

“Stop!” I screamed again as he started yanking down my panties.

I finally got my hands on his face and used my thumb to push against his eye and into his eye socket.

He rears back, howling in pain.

I scrambled to get out from under him and flipped over onto my stomach and started to get up.

He grabs my ankle and drags me back to the ground with him. Blood is running from his eye and He reaches over to the fire and grabs whatever it was sticking out of it. I gasp as realization hits me. It’s a brand. He wants to brand me like cattle. I start fighting even harder now.

“No! No! No! Get away from me! Stop!”

“Everyone will know that you belong to me!” He growled as he brings the brand down.

I tried to dodge but he’s holding me down with his free arm and the brand scorches my skin on my left shoulder. I scream louder than I ever thought possible. The pain is horrible and I can feel it through out my whole body as my nervous system tries to reject the pain. I open my eyes and see the crowbar he had dropped when we first came in. I don’t even think…my body is in control now and it wants the pain to stop. I reach out with my right hand and grab it. Twisting I hit him harder than I ever would have thought possible across the face and he’s knocked off of me.

Getting up I run as fast as my legs will carry me. The adrenaline doing little to numb the pain from the wound. I took off and turned a corner as I clutched at my shoulder. A shot ricocheted off of a wall. Where in the hell did he get a gun? I ran down a long hallway until it turned sharply to the left. Stumbling, I turned the corner intending to never stop but what I saw shocked me so much that I fell backwards trying to get away. I used my good arm and feet to get as far away as I could manage. A scream was stuck in my throat as I gazed with wide tear-filled eyes.

In this large room that was at least 20x40 was filled with the dead bodies of several women. Some hanging from hooks that were mounted on the walls and ceiling. Some were discarded in large piles in the corners and some were just randomly laying on the ground. This room of death would have been enough to send any person into hysterics but what I saw was so shocking…I didn’t know what to do. My mind wouldn’t work…it was as if the inner gears of my brain were jammed….they couldn’t turn. These women…were all in some stage of being skinned. Some were completely devoid of skin…almost making it impossible to discern that they had once been living breathing…humans. Some of the women were in the middle of the removal of their skin and some only in the beginning.

“Isn’t it beautiful?”

I screamed and ended up sprawled in an attempt to get away from him.

He stood at the entrance to this hell-room;

Turning towards me I was faced fully with the eerie awe in his eyes.

“I’ve wanted to show this to you for so long.”

“You skin them…that’s what Nick wouldn’t tell me.”

“You can only see peoples true colors when they have nothing to hide behind…only when they’re completely stripped.”

“Is that what you’re going to do to me?” I said looking him straight in the eyes as tears flowed down my face.

“I already know your true colors. I’m going to do all the things I’ve dreamed about growing up. All these women were just to hold me over until I finally had you. I’ll take you every way I want to. I’ll torture you in every way. I’ll make you scream like you never have before. It will be so beautiful.”

I wouldn’t have thought that he could have done anything to frighten me any more than I already was but the look of child-like wonder in his eyes proved me wrong.

I tried to run but I was so exhausted from everything. The running, the fighting, my wounds, my shoulder that was bleeding, almost being raped, this whole twisted sick game…I was already so weak. He grabbed me once again and pinned me to the wall.

I scream as my wound is ground against the rough stone and he once again reaches under my skirt.

“No! You can rape me but you’ll never have me! I’ll never be yours!” I scream as I try to fight back. I’m so tired…so weak. But I have to fight. I can’t let him win. I won’t let him.

We were too distracted to see or hear anything outside of ourselves. Two people struggling with everything in them. One determined to invade and debase the other. And the other struggling to prevent the worse thing you can do to another.

Suddenly he’s gone. I look and see two men fighting. Fists flying through the air. It’s Nick.

Amanda is by my side almost instantaneously. “Are you ok?” She asks in a clear strong voice.

Before I can answer a shot rings out causing my ears to ring. I look to see who fired. I see Fin in the entryway. We all hold our breath waiting to see who was hit. Both Nick and Kaidan are standing, holding on to each other. After what seems like ages Kaidan falls to the ground…his blood on Nicks vest.

Liv comes around the corner a gun in her hand. “What happened? Is anyone hurt?”

“We need a bus for (Y/N).” Someone says.

I don’t know who. All I could see was Kaidan on the ground…his eyes open and staring at me.

The next thing I know I’m being led through the tunnels. We emerge above ground and I’m loaded into an ambulance. We arrive at the emergency room and I’m surrounded by doctors immediately.

Hours later after tests and stitches and burn treatments I’m finally left in a room in the ICU and allowed to sleep.

After a week in the ICU I’m moved to a normal hospital wing and allowed visitors.

I sat up in my bed watching The Nanny sitcom while I ate from a pudding cup. Out of the corner of my eye I could see someone standing in the doorway and knew exactly who it was.

“Rafael.”

“Caniro, are you alright?” He asked as he came to me and encircled my head with his hands.

“Yes, I’m ok.” I can see tears in his eyes.

“What about your shoulder? Does it hurt?”

I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised that he knew that. The team would have a whole file on what happened that day for the investigation.

“So far there isn’t any infection and the surgeon said that in about six weeks I can start laser surgery to remove the brand.”

Rafael lets out a bated breath. “I don’t know what I would have done if…if…you…if he’d…”

“But he didn’t.”

“At least Marie finally did something right.” He said, and I chuckled.

Apparently, I had sent Marie in the right direction. She’d gotten out and used a strangers cell phone to call the police. She was the reason I’d been saved.

I leaned my forehead against his. “I knew you’d come as soon as the nurses would let you through.”

He chuckled. “Nick had to physically remove me at one point.”

I chuckled.

“(Y/N)…I’m so sorry.” He said in a broken whisper.

“None of this is your fault.”

“I should have stayed with you. We all knew he’d gotten into the building before…and I left you.”

“Rafael…I wanted you to leave. I couldn’t stand the thought that anything might happen to you.”

“Might happen to me? Did you ever stop to think what would happen to me if I lost you?” His voice broke again even though there was slight anger in his eyes.

“All that mattered was keeping you alive.”

“That’s not all that mattered or matters. You are my life, my world…I cannot exist in a world that doesn’t have you in it.”

“Raf…”

“No, you have to promise me that you will never push me away again. You have to let me protect you, Caniro.” He said as he stared straight into my eyes unblinking.

“I promise.”

I could see the relief that he felt at my words.

“Caniro…I love you so much.” He said.

“Rafael…I only said those things when you asked me to marry you because I couldn’t handle the thought of anything happening to you. And I’m not sorry for protecting you but I am sorry for hurting you. Rafael…I want to marry you. I want to be your wife. I want to have a family with you. I want us to be together.”

A laugh escapes his lips at my words and joy shines from his eyes. Leaning forward he brings his lips to mine and kisses me so that I feel it even in my toes.

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Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 1

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Imagine Stories:

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 2

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 3

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 4

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 5

Meeting Rafael Barba; Part 6 - NSFW

Meeting Rafael Barbe: Part 7

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 8

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 9

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 10

Rafael Barba Imagines:

Meeting Rafael for the first time

Rafael Being Jealous

Rafael Being A Widower With A Young Daughter

Rafael Helping You Through A Panic Attack

Kissing A Stranger At Midnight

Sugar Daddy - NSFW

Rafael Helping You To Testify After Being Attacked

Sonny Carisi Imagines:

Having a Miscarriage

The Look on Sonny’s Face when a Rookie Tries Flirting with You

Sonny Comforting You After Being Attacked

Sonny Protecting You

Sonny Comforting You After Surgery - NSFW kinda

Telling Sonny You Love Him For The First Time

Sonny As Your Secret Santa

Nick Amaro Imagines:

Nick having a hard and coming home to find you making dinner and singing

Being Nicks Girlfriend And Finding Out About Carissa

Nick Finding Out About Your Childhood

Elliot Stabler Imagines:

Elliot Gently Making Love To You - NSFW

Mike Dodds Imagines:

Kissing A Stranger At Midnight

Olivia Benson:

Kissing A Stranger At Midnight

Alex Cabot:

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Anonymous asked:

Please continue “Meeting Rafael Barba”!!

Don’t worry. I started writing the next chapter a few days ago. Things are going slow due to family health issues and the passing of someone dear. But I have started it and am planning on another chapter or so. But I promise it is coming. Thank you to all who have supported me through this and who still care to read my stories. You all mean so much and I cannot begin to express my love and gratitude to you all.

Love Always,

The Author

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Wondering

I will most likely be able to post Meeting Rafael Barba: Part Ten at some point tonight. But I was wondering if anyone had any theories as to what was going to happen or who “K” is. Also what was your reaction to Part Nine? The proposal, Marie on the screen, the countdown and the lights going out. Comment below.

Love Always,

The Author.

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Summery: You get a call telling you, your cousin has been attacked. You go to New York, and meet the team. But get more than you bargained for. PART 9.

Rafael and I stood on the front steps of the apartment building waiting for his mother to buzz us in. Once she did Rafael opened the door for me and entered after me. I was holding a bouquet of white mariposa to give to his mother. This was my first time meeting her and I wanted to make a good impression. I wasn’t sure if she would like the flowers I had chosen but Rafael assured me she was very proud of her Cuban heritage and would love the fact that I had brought her the national flower of Cuba. Arriving at her door Rafael knocked and she opened with a squeal of joy. “Rafi!” She cried before throwing her arms around him and embracing him. “Hello, Momie,” Rafael said with a smile. Pulling away he brought an arm around my waist and brought me closer to him. “This is (Y/N).” “It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Barba,” I said, extending the flowers to her. “I hope you like Mariposa.” “Did Rafi tell you these are my favorite?” She asked, her eyebrow raised and a smile across her lips. “No, he didn’t.” I replied before turning to look at Rafael with a look that said ‘How could you let me worry so much about the flowers when you knew these were her favorite?’ But he just smiled, took my hand and led me into the apartment. Rafaels mother made a wonderful meal of Cocido de Garbanzos; A chickpea stew. With Cuban pastry for dessert. I’d never had Cuban food before but thought it was one of the most wonderful things I’d ever had. “This really is amazing, Mrs. Barba,” I said as I wiped the corners of my mouth with a napkin. “Please (Y/N), call me Lucinda.” “Of course,” I replied nodding. Rafael and I spent another hour with Lucinda talking about several different things. From Rafael growing up to him going to Harvard. Her mother to living in the US. I loved every moment of it. Rafael would have rathered that we didn’t speak of him at all but I loved how the way Lucinda told stories of him made it seem as if they were happening right before our eyes. I could see where Rafael inherited his passion and flare. We left around 10:00 and headed home to our apartment. It really was my apartment but with Rafael sleeping there every night for the past two months and having a section of the closet for himself, he had basically moved in. He even kept his laptop here. All that was keeping it from being official was the fact that we had never discussed it but it really felt like we didn’t need to…it just was. It seemed like that’s how most things in our life were. We never needed to discuss much of anything. We seemed to operate on the same wavelength. Always understanding the other, never needing to try to understand the other because the other was already apart of you. I loved how our lives were. How every night Rafael would come home just a little after me if I’d gone into the office that day. How he’d walk in, set his briefcase down, loosen his tie, put his arms around me and kiss me. His kiss never failed to take my breath away and make me weak in the knees. Every night we would have dinner, sometimes he’d have papers he needed to go through but he really tried to leave work at work when possible. I told him it would never bother me if he had to bring work with him. His job was important…he was helping to save people. I could never be upset with him having a little bit of extra work. I was happy just being in the same room as him. But I can’t deny I loved when he didn’t have anything he needed to do. I loved talking about our day together. I loved how we talked for hours about books, culture, food or travel…anything. I loved the sound of his voice. I loved when he didn’t know I was there and he’d be singing quietly to himself. And no matter how hard I try I can never express how much I loved it when he spoke Spanish. I loved when we would go to bed together. Even just sleeping next to him, feeling his arms around me, bringing me to him. Knowing that I always had him to protect and understand me. I woke up before Rafael most mornings and this morning was no different. I opened my eyes to see Rafael still asleep peacefully. His hair resting on his forehead and the hard lines of his face softened by sleep. I smiled and brushed his hair back before getting up and getting dressed for the day. I was going into the office that morning so I put on one of my favorite dresses and blazer. My bare feet padded on the stairs and floor as I went downstairs for my morning tea. I turned the corner of the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks. There on the kitchen island were what had to be a couple dozen red roses. I knew these weren’t from Rafael. He never brought me red roses because of the petals in the photo of Marie laying in her own blood. Every Sunday he always brought me a mixed bunch of yellow daffodils and gillyflowers. The first time he had brought them home he had explained that together they represent a new beginning filled with happiness, good luck, and love. He never would have brought me red roses on a Wednesday morning. I knew who these were from. And that filled me with more dread than I could ever competently explain…he had left them. He had been in my apartment. My thoughts raced in every direction, “How long had he been here?” “When had he come in?” “How had he gotten in and past the detail?” I walked to the flowers and stared at them until I noticed a note that said “You’ve been spending too much time with Rafael Barba…I think I’ll have to get rid of him. P.S. Tell anyone I was here and I’ll kill Marie”. It was that moment I heard Rafaels’ phone ring and he answers it upstairs. I took the flowers and shoved them in the trashcan; wanting to erase them having ever been there. “Are you down here, Caniro?” I heard Rafael call as he came down the stairs. “In the kitchen,” I replied, trying to hide the panic in my voice. He came to me and kissed me good morning. “Who called?” His face fell as he said, “The D.A. I’ve been assigned a case that will keep me busy for at least a couple of weeks.” “Does that mean our road trip is off?” We’d been planning a road trip to Bar Harbor in Maine. We’d rented a cottage right on the shore and had planned on going whale watching since neither of us had ever been and I’d always wanted to go. His eyes filled with guilt and he said: “Yes, I’m not completely sure when this will be over but I promise that we will go as soon as this case is done.” “It’s ok. Don’t worry about it.” I said, faking a smile to hide how scared I was about the flowers. “I’d planned this as a surprise for our trip but I don’t want to wait for us to go,” Rafael said as he held an open red box up for me to see. Inside was the most beautiful ring I’d ever seen in my life. The many diamonds catching the light from all directions. “(Y/N), I didn’t think I could love you any more than I did when I first saw you but my love has grown beyond bounds and I know that it will continue to grow. You are my light and my life. I had given up trying to find you but the day I saw you…I knew that we belonged to each other. You are the most important person in my life. I never thought I would meet someone who could make me feel the way I do about you. I promise that I will work every day of my life to show you how much I love and cherish you. (Y/N), will you make me the happiest man on earth and marry me?” My heart nearly pounded out of my chest as I thought of the danger Rafael would be in if I said yes. I felt the tears of fear that I’d been trying to hide slide down my cheeks. I felt like I was going to throw up and was starting to have a hard time breathing. “I can’t.” I finally gasped. “What?” His face went white. “I can’t.” “Why?” His eyes were going hard. “I can’t. Marie is still out there and so is he.” “I will protect you from him and we will find Marie. Marry me.” “No, I can’t, Rafael.” “You can’t let this bastard keep us from being happy.” He growled, his hands clenching my upper arms. “I can’t handle this right now, Rafael. I feel like my brain is going to shut down any moment from all this stress.” Tears were running down my face freely at this point. “(Y/N)…” “No, Rafael. No. No. I don’t love you and I won’t marry you. Just get out. Leave. Now.” I cried. “I know you love me and you will be my wife.” He said in a voice that was deadly soft. “We’ll talk about this when I come home tonight.” Once he left the apartment I couldn’t hold back the sobs. I slid down to the floor and cried, grieving everything that was happening. I lost track of how long I’d been sitting there around thirty-seven minutes. I finally got my breath back and stood up, going to the sink to pat cold water to my now swollen face. I knew I wasn’t going to get any work done today and went into my office to email my boss. Before I could sit down at my desk I saw a white envelope with my name on the front. It was identical to the one I’d received in the mail with the photos. Picking it up with shaking hands I opened it. “My Angel, It’s time we meet in person. You’ll come unless you want me to send Marie to you piece by piece. I can’t wait for us to be together again. Forever yours, K” My phone suddenly beeped and I looked to see a text with coordinates and the message “Can’t wait to see you.” I knew if I went the chances of me surviving were slim to none but what other choice did I have? He’d kill Marie as soon as he saw cops, and I couldn’t let the team risk their lives like that. I had to do this myself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The coordinates led me to an alleyway in downtown. My eyebrows raised when I saw one of those doors that you see at zoos and such that lead to an underground area, hanging over the door was a glass figurine of an angel. I knew that’s where he wanted me to go. I walked over and tested the door. It opened without resistance. Using the light from outside I could see that it was like a tunnel with other tunnels shooting off from this one. The door shut behind me leaving me in total darkness if it weren’t for the greyish white light coming from one of the tunnels that seemed about seventy feet away from me. Feel me by Mecca Kalani is playing. I can hear the lyrics… “Feel me. I am still here and you’re still there I know. I am still here and you’re still there I know. And I’m scared you’ll leave me with no way home. Feel me. Feel me. See I’ve got so many keys to these doors. I feel trapped in here, but I still want more. Let me out of here and please don’t ignore me… In my perfect world you’re happy with me. When I picture it, it’s all heavenly. But this fairytale is just a story, see? Life is such an unpredictable dream. Feel me. Baby can you feel, feel me?” I’ve finally reached the opening where the light is coming from and gasp; falling to my knees. The light is coming from what must be twenty or so computer monitors all perfectly lined up and stacked to make up one huge screen. On the screen…is Marie. Bloody, gagged, dirty, beaten, tears running down her face…leaving dirty streaks in their wake, her clothes ripped with that morning’s New York Times propped up in her lap. “Marie!” My own tears streaming down my face. “Why are you doing this?” I yell out to whoever is torturing us. “I’ve always wanted to see you like this.” Appears on the screen. “Who are you?” I’m almost surprised by the way my own voice sounds. I’ve never heard so much pain in one person’s voice. My voice is hoarse and gravely and thick from the tears. “If I told you that, we would ruin all the fun I have planned.” The writing replies. I don’t know what else to do. I’ve never felt so much emotion all at one time. My heart is beating fast and I can hear my pulse in my ears. I feel like I’m going to throw up and my chest feels tight. A countdown appears on the screen starting at ten. I simply stare as it slowly reaches the number zero. “Ready or Not…Here I come” appears and every single monitor shuts off leaving me in shockingly total darkness.

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Summery: You get a call telling you, your cousin has been attacked. You go to New York, and meet the team. But get more than you bargained for. PART 8.

Amanda rushed to me as soon as she saw me enter the precinct. She reached me just in time to catch me as my knees gave out. Preventing me from falling freefall to the floor. “(Y/N), what happened? Are you ok?”

I could barely comprehend what was happening around me. I felt clammy and hot all over. There was ringing in my ears and I was dizzy. I could feel tears on my face.

Fin and Liv were there now. Liv’s hand going to my forehand. “(Y/N). (Y/N)! Are you alright? What happened?”

“Are you hurt?” I heard someone say as strong arms went around me. One around my back and the other under my knees, picking me up bridal style. Nick. It was Nick.

“It’s me.” I heard myself breath. “He’s after me.”

“What’d she say?” Fin asked as I was set down in a chair.

“(Y/N) do you know how you got here?” Someone asked.

“He’s after me. It’s been me all along.”

“What are you talking about? (Y/N) we don’t know what you are trying to tell us.” Liv said.

A sob broke from my throat. “Marie. He has Marie.”

“Who has Marie?” Nick asked.

“I don’t know. He took the phone away before she could tell me.”

“You spoke to Marie?” Amanda gasped.

“He called me. Let her speak. She asked me to help her.”

“What else did he say?” Liv asked, taking control of the situation.

“He said…that…he’d been planning this for years. That he knew I’d come for Marie.”

Nick wiped tears from my face as Liv asked if he’d said anything else.

“No. That’s it. It’s my fault. It’s my fault he ever hurt her. He’s been after me this whole time.” I cried as another sob racked through my chest.

The concern shown on everyone faces as they looked from each other to me.

Amanda was the first to speak. “She doesn’t look good. She may need to go to the hospital.”

I shook my head no. “I don’t need a hospital…I need to find Marie. I don’t think I can take anymore.”

“It’s ok. Everything will be alright.” Nick said in a comforting voice still kneeling in front of me.

“He’s in my head. All I can hear is that chuckle…same as before. He’s laughing at me. Laughing while he tortures me.” I said as more tears blurred my vision.

“What do you mean ‘the same as before.’?” Liv asked.

“The man on the phone…he’s the same man who attacked me at my car.” My voice breaking.

“Are you sure?” Fin asked.

Nodding I said, “I’d know that sound anywhere.”

The memory of his eyes gleaming down at me as he cuts off my airway becomes too much. I started to have a hard time breathing. The last thing I see is the worry on Nicks’ face as darkness closes in and I fell myself start to fall.

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I woke up at the hospital. They said I had passed out from extreme shock and stress. Rafael had rushed in right as they said I could go home.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his arms going around my waist and bringing me to him.

I smiled softly as his eyes raked over me; checking me for any and all injury.

“I’m ok,” I whispered. I hadn’t meant to whisper but I suppose that just showed how tired and exhausted I was.

“What happened? Liv said that…that he called you.”

I nodded and asked him to take me home. Promising to tell him as we drove.

“Liv wants to take a statement from you now that you’re feeling better. Are you alright if they meet us at home?”

I nodded yes and we went home.

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Liv and Nick met us at my apartment. Took my statement, told me how sorry they were for this, told me to feel better and went on their way.

Rafael closed the door behind them as they left and turned to look at me sitting on the couch.

Coming to me he took my hands in his and kissed my palms.

“Cariño…this isn’t your fault.”

Tears filled my eyes for what had to be the hundredth time that day. Everyone had expressed their sympathies that I was apart of this. He was the only one who understood that what I was really upset about was the fact that I felt like it was my fault that this happened to Marie.

“I think it might be,” I said, my voice thick.

He shook his head and took me in his arms; kissing the top of my head. “No. It isn’t. You didn’t do this.”

Then he did the thing that I didn’t even know I needed. He simply held me as I cried…as I grieved the pain Marie must be in, grieved the life that I’d had before all of this.

Looking up at Rafael I looked him in the eye and took his hand in my hands. “I want you to know that no matter what happened that I wouldn’t change anything if it meant losing you. I will find Marie…I won’t let him have her. But no matter what I can’t lose you.”

Rafael swallowed and looked at with that humming intensity that he seemed to always have in his eyes when he looked at me and leaned down to kiss me gently. At some point, he picked me up in his arms and carried me bridal style up the stairs to the bedroom. He wouldn’t let me do anything saying he’d take care of me. He changed my clothes and tucked me into bed, joining me once he had changed. Taking me In his arms he kissed my neck and told me to sleep and that he’d take care of me.

I fell asleep listening to him softly sing a song that sounded like a lullaby in Spanish.

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It was going on two months since the phone call and the team wasn’t any closer to finding Marie.

I’d seen Liv, Nick, Amanda and Fin at a dinner party that Liv had had at her apartment just a couple nights ago. It had been enjoyable with good food and company. It wasn’t until I was in the kitchen helping Liv clean up that I stopped enjoying the night.

“How are you holding up?” Liv asked turning towards as I helped plate the dessert.

“Good. Rafael is helping a lot. I don’t know how I’d get through any of this without him.”

“I’m glad and I’m so happy for the both of you. I’ve never seen him smile like he has since you two started dating. His smile actually reached his eyes now.”

I smiled. “He’s everything to me now.”

“Anyone can see he feels the same about you.” She said smiling at me. She looked me in the eye and I could see she wanted to say something else. The smile left her lips as she opened her mouth. “It’s been two months since anything new about Marie has come up. I glad that if we…we don’t find her that you have Rafael.”

I felt myself stiffen at her words. “Thank you,” I said not looking at her.

I wasn’t angry at her words. I knew what she was saying and what she was doing. She was trying to prepare me for the worse.

Honestly…I wasn’t sure what would be worse. Finding Marie dead or not finding her at all. Always having to wonder if she was still alive. If she was suffering.

Rafael and I said our goodbyes at the end of the night and headed home via a taxi.

When we arrived at my apartment which Rafael had all but officially moved into, Rafael asked me if I was alright.

“I’m fine,” I said, going to him and put my arms around his waist.

His arms circled me over my arms. “Did something happen in the kitchen? You’ve been quiet since then.”

I told what Liv had said. I think he made me love him, even more, when he didn’t try to say anything. Didn’t condemn Liv, didn’t try to defend her; just let me speak and feel what I was feeling.

I told I was angry. I understood what she was doing and where she was coming from. “I just can’t think like that. She has to be alive. I know she is…I can feel it.”

“No matter what I will always stand by you in everything,” Rafael said to me, leaning down to kiss me.

He made my toes curl every time he kissed me; every time taking my breath away.

I loved how he kissed me. Like he needed me to stay alive. Like I was his oxygen. As if he were a man starving and I was the only thing that could sustain him.

Pulling away from me he rested his forehead against mine and said: “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I took his hand and lead him upstairs; showing him every way I could that I loved him with everything in me.

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Rafael and I spent every moment we had together. If it hadn’t been for Marie these would have been the happiest of my life and even still they were up there. I knew that Rafael was the love of my life.

Even still Nick never failed to let me know that he still wanted me.

The last time I’d been at the station to listen to some men the police had brought in that had eyes like the man’s. They’d had the men repeat that same thing he’d said to me about Marie and I being so different. It hadn’t been any of them. None of them made the hair stand on the back of my neck as he had.

Nick had grabbed me on the steps of the precinct.

“How are you doing?” He asked.

“Fine. Just holding onto the hope that we find Marie.” I said honestly.

We’d talked for a few minutes about Marie before Nick asked about me and Rafael; if we were still together.

“Yes.” Was all I said.

“You know how I feel about you.” He said, moving closer and putting a hand on both of my elbows.

“I know, Nick. But…you need to know…Rafael and I are real. This isn’t going to end soon…if ever.”

“Is that why you’re with Amanda?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

His eyes went wide before asking me how I knew about that.

“I see the way she looks at you when she thinks no one is looking. And the way you two disappear when all of us are out. You always leave right after she does.”

He went to say something but I cut him off.

“I’m glad you two are seeing each other. Because I will always choose Rafael…no matter what happens it will always be Rafael. I care for you, Nick…I always will. I’ll always be grateful for what you’ve done for me but I choose Rafael.” I said before turning and walking away from Nick; leaving him on the steps of the precinct.

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Rafael and I were out at a little café he liked to go to near the park enjoying lunch. He’d seen someone from work and I told him to say “Hello” that I’d wait for him here. I would have gone with him but I was too tired to listen to what I knew would be at least a twenty-minute conversation.

Rafael had kept me up until 4:58 this morning making love to me in ways I hadn’t even know possible. I had woken him this morning around 10 by taking him in my mouth. His hisses of pleasure spurring me on. I was beginning to wonder if every time was going to be this amazing. I had expected making love to become routine at some point but Rafael enjoyed showing me all the different ways we could come together. I was sure Rafael had to be an exceptionally good lover. His first priority when we made love was to make sure that I was completely and wholly pleasured. These days with him were amazing.

My thoughts hit a melancholy note when I wondered how wonderful it would be to be with Rafael once we found Marie. I knew she was alive and that he was just biding his time. I knew he wouldn’t kill her just like that. This was a cat and mouse game to him with me cast as the mouse. This was far from over. I was just waiting for him to make the next move.

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Unknown Point of View

I could see her now sitting at that little table as the A.D.A left to go talk to someone.

“What an idiot.” I thought. “Leaving her alone like that. I could take her before he even had time to turn his head.”

A chuckle escaped my lips under my breath as I thought what his face would look like when he realized I had taken her right under his nose.

I would have her soon. I wanted her now but I knew the longer I dragged this out the more fun it would be. I couldn’t wait to hear her finally scream for me.

“Soon,” I promised her, almost wondering if she could somehow hear from my vantage point as she turned her head and it almost seemed like she looked right at me.

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Now that I am home I plan on writing these on a regular basis. I hope there are still some of you who care about this story. And I promise the Stalker is still a part of the story and you will find out who it is and why they are doing what their doing.

Love Always,

The Author

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I awoke to the feeling of lips on my neck. “Hmm?” Coming from my throat before stretching my body and finally opening my eyes.

Rafael was looking at me with scorching intensity. “Good morning, Carino.” He said as he brushed my hair from my eyes. “Good morning,” I said as I brought my hand to his hair and brought his lips to mine. It became more than a morning peck when his tongue entered my mouth. I accepted him and opened my mouth wider. We both started to lose ourselves before Rafael chuckled breathlessly and pulled away to look me in the eye. “I made breakfast.” “Another of your many talents?” He nodded, a lazy smile across his mouth. I sat up not bothering to hold the sheet up allowing it to fall to my waist. “You have no idea what you do to me,” Rafael said, his eyes dropping to steal a glance of my breasts. “Maybe I do but I just like to tease you.” At that Rafael pushed me back down to the mattress and brought himself over me, taking a nipple into his mouth. He tortured me like that for a few minutes before kissing my lips and placing a hand between my legs. He had me spent and panting only a few more minutes after that. Panting against my lips he said, “Feel free to tease me anytime just be prepared for the consequence.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” Pulling me from the bed he held me against him in his arms before I pulled away and grabbed an oversized t-shirt and went downstairs with him. “I don’t think I’ve ever had such an amazing breakfast,” I said, bringing another bite to mouth. He’d made Nutella and strawberry crepes with powdered sugar. More dessert than breakfast but I certainly wasn’t complaining. After we finished eating he said he’d clean up and I went upstairs to shower. I was in the middle of washing my hair when another pair of hands joined in. Rafael’s lips came to my neck as he continued to massage the shampoo in my hair; rinsing it he moved on to the rest of my body. He had washed every part of me before soaping up his hands and bring his fingers to my most center part. My hips bucked forward and I had to bring my arms around his neck to keep from losing my legs. “Shh.” He coed in my ear. He sat me on the shower bench and continued his work. My hand went around his wrist, showing him exactly what I wanted and my hips rode his fingers. He let me take control before taking his hand away and pulling the detached showerhead from its resting place. Changing the water pressure from rainfall to a shooting stream he kissed my lips softly before pulling away and aiming the water at my center. My back arched and I couldn’t help the gasp and then moan of pleasure that escaped my lips. I lost track of time as he played with me, almost giving me what I wanted but pulling back right before I could take my release. “Dammit Rafael.” I gasped. He chuckled before asking “Is something wrong?” his lips at my neck. “I need…I need…” I tried to say but I couldn’t get the words out. “What is it you need?” “Please…please, Rafael…I need you.” Finally, he pulled me up, pressed me against the shower wall and entered me. A cry of relief broke from my lips as I rode my pleasure. My cry bringing Rafael pleasure he continued to move against in just that way, making me cry out at each stroke before we both came together. Once we had dried off, dressed and made our way back to the bed that Rafael had remade at some point I looked at him and said: “You know, if we keep this up we won’t ever make out of this apartment.” “You won’t hear any complaints from me.” Chuckling at that I fell asleep in his arms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I awoke to find Rafael still asleep. The clock beside the bed read 3:42. Getting up I went downstairs to get a glass of water. I stood there wondering what I should do with myself. I wanted Rafael but I didn’t want to wake him up. So I grabbed a pair of clean yoga pants out of my laundry room and ran downstairs to check my mail. Coming back up I entered my apartment while going through my mail. Expecting the usual bills, adds and junk mail. I threw away mail I didn’t need as I went through until I came across a plain white envelope with my name scrawled on the front. I thought maybe it was from the landlord and decided to open it. At first, I was confused…it was a photo of me from middle school, my face circled. The next photo was from high school, my face again circled. The next was from a senior prom I went to at my boyfriends’ school, the same circle around my face. The next photo was from college…it was the same as the others. The next photo made me gasp…it was me and Rafael from last night. Our bodies intertwined, our mouths scorching in an open-mouthed kiss…you could even see our tongues entered in each other’s mouth…in this one, my face was ex-ed out. The last photo…I screamed. I could hear Rafael’s feet as he ran down the stairs to me. “What’s wrong?” He said coming to me and pulling me in his arms. His face went white when I showed him the photo. At was Marie in the safe house that she had been staying in before she disappeared. She was on the floor…laying in a pool of blood that seemed to be coming from her head…red rose petals scattered around her. In red marker was written “Where Marie goes no one knows. Will she be found? Some hope so. But when the wind blows and rose petals fall, I see red. Will my knife cut…I sure hope so.” “Where did this come from?” Rafael asked. I held up the envelope. “I went to check the mail and it was there with the rest of it.” “We have to take these to Liv.” “Even the photo of us?” “Yes.” “Oh boy.” We stopped by his place on the way there so that he could change. It was a Saturday so we called Liv and she met us at the precinct. To my horror, she had called the rest of the team to meet us there. I knew they would all find out at some point…I just wished that some point would be much much later. “You said something happened,” Liv said as we walked up to the table. “This was in my mailbox,” I said as I handed her the white envelope. “It’s me. One is from middle school, a couple from high school, even college.” I knew the moment she came across the photo of Rafael and I from her eyes going wide and her suddenly looking at us. “Whoever it is they were close enough last night to take that,” Rafael said. “And they either took Marie or know who did,” Liv said, discovering the last photo. “Exactly,” I said. “I have to show these to the team but I’ll make sure that this one doesn’t go on the board,” Liv said. “Thank you,” I said, nearly faint with relief. I turned beet red as the team looked through the photos and discovered the one of us. I was almost grateful for the photo of Marie so people would stop looking at us. Amanda and Fins face would have been funny if they didn’t know the man in the photo. But Nick…his jaw clenched, his nostrils flared and he bit his bottom lip. His eyes bore right into Rafael and Rafael just stared back. “Alright, that’s enough,” Liv said from the front of the table. “We treat this like we would any other piece of evidence.” The team checked my buildings security cameras but they hadn’t been working the last few nights the building manager said. There were no prints on the photos or envelope. We had nothing. Rafael and I stayed so that the team could ask us their questions like “Had we seen anyone hanging around last night?” At that question, I just raised an eyebrow and looked at Amanda. “I know, it’s a dumb question but I have to ask.” “No, I didn’t see anyone.” After Amanda and I finished I waited for Rafael and went to the vending machine to get a drink. “So you and Barba, huh?” I didn’t need to turn to know it was Nick but turned so I look him in the eye. “Yes.” “This doesn’t change the way I feel about you. It pisses me off but I still care about you.” He said. I didn’t know what to say. The only thing I could think was that he had to right to be angry. I’d never promised him anything. But that didn’t seem like the right thing to say. “Are you ready, Carino?” Rafael said, joining us. “Yes,” I said before saying goodbye to Nick. Rafael and Nick just stared each other down as I pulled Rafael away. When we reached my apartment ordered dinner and sat on the couch. “You know…you shouldn’t goad Nick like that.” I said to him. “It’s not goading…it’s standing my ground.” He leaned forward and kissed me passionately and open-mouthed; taking my breath away. “We belong to each other and I’ll make sure everyone knows it.” I exhaled in exasperation. “You’re such a man.” He just chuckled and bore me down to the couch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It had taken me nearly three hours to convince Rafael that he didn’t need to stay with me and that he needed to go to work. That I would be fine. I had a detail watching my apart 24 hours. I’d finally gotten him to agree when I told him I had a deadline I needed to meet and I couldn’t do it with him distracting me. I worked from home so I would be fine. He’d finally agreed and kissed me in a way no woman should be kissed goodbye…his kiss made my insides melt and I went wet at my center. But I pushed out the door anyway. After all, I actually did have a deadline meet. It was around 4:47 pm when I called it a day. I’d finished my work and was waiting for Rafael to come back from work. We hadn’t planned that he would because we hadn’t needed to. We both knew that it was just a fact. If I was here then that’s where he comes. I was in the kitchen making gumbo for dinner when my phone rang. Picking it up without looking I answered “Hello?”. “(Y/N)?” “Marie?” I gasped. “(Y/N) help me please.” Marie sobbed. “Marie, where are you? Who has you?” She started to answer but was the phone was taken away from her. “Marie!” I yelled into the phone. But all I heard was her scream in the background and the same dark chuckle…from the jade green-eyed man who tried to kill me. I would know that sound anywhere. “Let her go! Why are you doing this?” “You’ll see. I’ve been planning this for years.” He was silent for a moment before speaking again. “I almost lost you. But I knew you’d come for Marie.” My heart sank as she screamed again, he hung up and I realized this wasn’t about Marie…she was just a pawn. He was after me.

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“A real man raises his voice against women and children abuse and not his hand on them”

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~~~~Racism and Sexism is Alive and Well~~~~~~

Dear Readers,

Thank you for taking the time out of your incredibly busy schedule to read this. I’m kind of breaking a few of my rules that I have set for myself as the author of this blog.

1) Never reveal any personal information or detail of my life.

2) Never discuss my beliefs or opinions.

3) To only post stories, imagines, one shots etc.

4) To stay completely and totally anonymous.

Today I feel I’m coming as close to some of these without breaking them as I can and others I’m outright throwing to the curb so to speak.

I live near a town in Texas called Atlanta. Atlanta, Texas is very small at only 5,638 as of 2016. It is a town where most peoples families have lived here for generations. My own family came to this area in 1720 from South Carolina. It’s made up of farmers, oil rig workers, loggers and convenience store workers. It’s not very impressive. It’s a town most just stop in for a bite as they travel if they weren’t smart enough to stop in Texarkana. It’s not a town that should really take up any portion of ones mind but the last couple of weeks it has been on my mind for reasons that I find to be appalling.

I’d like to introduce you to one Bessie Coleman. She was born in Atlanta, Texas in 1892. The tenth of thirteen children. She grew up working on cotton fields, went to a small segregated school that was a four mile walk and due to her savings running out she returned home after completing one term at Oklahoma Colored Agricultural and Normal University, now named Langston University. Early on she developed an interest in flying and went to become the FIRST WOMAN OF AFRICAN AND NATIVE AMERCAN DESCENT TO BECOME A PILOT. In 1916 at the age of 24, she moved to Chicago, Illinois, where she lived with her brothers. In Chicago, she worked as a manicurist at the White Sox Barber Shop. It was here she heard stories from pilots returning home from World War I about flying during the war. She took a second job at a chili parlor to procure money to become a pilot. Since American flight schools of the time admitted neither African Americans, Native Americans nor women, Robert S. Abbott, founder and publisher of the Chicago Defender, encouraged her to study abroad.(Coleman received financial backing from banker Jesse Binga and the Defender.) So what did she do? This amazing woman who grew up picking cotton saved up her money and went to France.

Bessie Coleman took a French-language class at the Berlitz school in Chicago and then traveled to Paris on November 20, 1920 so she could earn her pilot license. She learned to fly in a Nieuport 82 biplane. Bessie Coleman became the first woman of African American and Native American descent to earn an aviation pilot’s license and the first person of African American and Native American descent to earn an international aviation license from the Fédération Aéronautique Internationale.

As you can probably tell, Bessie Coleman is a hero for African Americans, Native Americans and women everywhere even now in 2018. Which brings me to the point of my horror.

After discovering that such an amazing person came from such an unamazing town I started to inquire of those in charge of the city of Atlanta, Texas why no one spoke of Bessie Coleman. Why do we have the Hall-miller Airport and not the Bessie Coleman Airport? Which if you ask who Hall-miller was they will tell you while chuckling that they were “Just a couple of drunks who hanged out at the airport” (and yes these “Leaders” of the city of Atlanta used “Hanged” instead of hung). Why isn’t there a scholarship program in her name? Why isn’t a street named after her in Atlantas downtown (even if it is a crummy downtown) Why isn’t the library named after her? Why are there no books about her in the library? Why is the only mention of her in this little town a half hidden small plague hanging in the post office? And do you know the answer they gave with sly half-smiles and disgusting gleams in their eyes? “Well..because she was black and we don’t want the blacks comin’ out at night and messin’ up the airport. They’ll just tear it all up if we let em out here. The sooner Coleman is forgotten the better.” Yes, ladies and gentlemen in this day of modern enlightenment of 2018; a group of old (pretty gross) men sitting around the table at the airport early in the morning with their coffee actually did say that. And all because a small, rundown, joke of an airport is where they like to meet up and lounge around all day.

I cannot adequately express my horror over this. A national hero for African Americans, Native Americans and women is being brushed under the carpet because a group of bigotries are threatened by her memory and the inspiration she would be to so many around here. I strongly believe it is the duty of a people to raise each other up, to inspire, build and fight for each other. I believe in equality with everything that I am. I’ve been called a feminazi before…although it really should be considered a compliment from the kind of person they were. And this agenda that these men have is them trying to form an elite with themselves as the elite. I cannot explain how much the actions of these men including the mayor (as to the new mayor or the old one I’ll keep that to myself) disgust me.

So here is my salute to Bessie Coleman. I truly hope that one day Bessie will get the credit and honor she deserves.

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Your head snapped up when you heard the words Rollins spoke.

“What’d you say?” You asked her; sure you misheard.

“Ralph Yeats? He may have something to do with the kidnapping of Julie Scott. Fin and I think he may be apart of a sex ring” She said holding up the photo of him.

You were silent…frozen. You hadn’t seen his face in over ten years.

“(Y/N)? Are you ok?” Liv asked coming closer.

“Liv…I…you…have you read my…file?”

“No…I didn’t know you had a file.”

The entire team was looking at you, concern and confusion showing in their eyes.

“I’ll be right back.” Liv said, going to her office. Returning shortly with some papers she had just printed that were connected to your name. Scanning them her eyes went wide with shock. When she looked at you the whole team could see the pity in her eyes.

Nick, your fiancé came from around the table to put an arm around you, but you backed away. Shaking your head no and holding him at arm’s length.

“(Y/N)…what is it?” Nick asked.

“Umm…he…he goes by Beats. He was the one who would…beat us if we…cried too loud…or too long. If we didn’t put on a good show or make enough money that night. Beat and…rape us. Didn’t matter your…your age…if you were a girl or a boy. The louder you screamed the bigger his smile.” You said, lost in thought…lost in horrible memories.

“Oh my god.” Rollins breathed. Her eyes showing the horror she felt at what she had just learned.

“Ok (Y/N) we need to know everything you know. Everything you can remember. Do you think you can do that?” Liv asked, taking control of the situation.

“Of course. Anything to…anything,” You said, unable to finish the sentence.

“Ok. Amanda, Fin, you go with (Y/N).” Liv said.

You went with Fin and Amanda to an integration room and spent the next four hours looking at photos, locations, remembering every horrible memory you had buried. You laid your soul bare on the table. You didn’t want to have to remember any of it, but you had to help those little kids…you couldn’t let this happen if you could stop it.

“Beats isn’t the one in charge. He likes the kids too much, if he were in charge the shows would never happen. I only saw the person in charge once. Beats called her Yani.”

“Wait, a woman is behind this ring? I thought you said Rex was in charge.” Amanda said.

“Rex is the manger. The one who is behind it is the women Yani. She only came that one time because of the guys was caught stealing her money. She came to make sure Beats and Rex would take care of him the way she wanted.”

“So, they tortured and killed him?” Fin asked.

“No, they torture him as she watched. And then she sold him to a ring that dealt in adult torture. I only know because she used me as a…waitress that night. Had me sit beside her and fetch her strawberry tea and chocolate croissants. I watched as the pulled his nails out with plyers…raped him. Trust me…he wished they killed him. I’ll never unsee the look of fear in his eyes when she told him that she was selling him. He begged to be killed.”

“Do you remember what the ring was called?” Amanda asked.

“Umm…yes…something like The Norveena or Norvenna…something like that. She talked about how a Jeff was going to be ‘thrilled’ with the new piece. That’s when he started begging.”

“Ok. You’ve given us a lot to work with so how about you rest, and we’ll start again once you’ve eaten.” Amanda said.

“I don’t want food.” You replied.

“Well, take a load off then. Kick up your heels.” Fin said as he reached over and squeezed your hand before leaving with Amanda.

You had been sitting there for only a minute or so staring at the wall as you tried not to think back any more. Trying to take a break while you could when Nick walked in. He sat down across from you and set a (Y/F/D) in front of you.

“You should at least drink something.” He said.

You nodded and took the drink.

“How are you doing? I tried to come in with you, but Liv wouldn’t let me in.” He said; a touch of resentment peeking through.

“I’m ok…I’ll be fine.”

“How long? How long were you there?”

“I think I was taken there at four.”

“How did you get out?”

“Ran away at thirteen. I was getting to old for the crowd they catered to, so they sold me. A man came and picked me up. We drove about four days. I knew that if I was going to get away it had to be then on the road trip. I waited until he stopped for gas in a big city…I knew it would be harder to find me in a big place. I hadn’t tried to run any other time, so he thought I was going to stay there while he went in to the bathroom. He told me to stay and be a good girl. That maybe he’d bring me a treat back. I counted to forty-five…to make sure if he was watching me…to make sure he had time to decide I was broken…and look away…and then I ran as fast as I could.”

“Where were you? When you ran?”

“Where do you think? New Orleans.”

“That’s why you tell everyone that’s where you’re from?”

“It is. That’s when my life really began. It may have been on the street…but it was mine now. No one could make me do anything I didn’t want.”

“What happened from there?”

“About year into living on the street a little old woman told me if I would take care of her yard she’d pay me. So, I did her yard and then soon enough the neighborhood had hired me to do their yards too.”

“Wait…your grandmother that you grew up with? The one you told me about.”

“She wasn’t really my grandmother. Just a very sweet creole lady who told me to call her grandmother. After about six months she said I could move in, but I didn’t until about a year and half after she offered. Took me a while to trust people. At sixteen got my GED, got a scholarship, went to school, and then joined the force.”

“God…why? Why didn’t tell me?”

“Well its not exactly something you just…talk about. I’ve worked to forget that part of my life completely. And…I don’t know. I thought about telling you but…. I didn’t know how or when. I was going to tell you before the wedding…I just…didn’t know how. I mean, come on, how do you say that? ‘Hey honey, I was kidnapped at four and raped repeatedly everyday until I was thirteen. That grandmother you met is really the old lady who took me in after.”

“Come on, you know you could have told me. I wouldn’t have judged you. I wouldn’t have condemned you.” He was going to say more but you cut him off.

“I know, Nick! I know! But I didn’t know how to tell you. How do you tell some that? I just wanted to forget. Never think about it ever again. Never have to feel or think about that little girl. That little girl was beaten and raped and chained up every day. Who only got one meal a day. Who used the bucket next to her blanket on the cement floor as a toilet. That cold, frightened little girl. I can barely think about what happened…how could I make you have to carry it too?”

“I’m supposed to carry it! I’m your fiancé! I love you more than my life! I’d give my life for you! I’d…I’d…” He stopped. You could see the tears in his eyes before he stood and turned and punched the wall behind him.

“Nick…I love you so much…and I trust you. I knew that you would want to know…but I just didn’t know how to say it.” You said as you stood and brought your hands to the side of his face; tears spilling over onto your face. “I’m sorry.”

Nick took you in his arms and held you. It was different from every other time he’d held you. This was him trying to protect you. From the past, the memories, the pain. It was like he was trying to take it all from you and into himself…as if he could make it his…so you wouldn’t have to feel it ever again.

“I love you.” He breathed against your hair.

“I know. I love you too, Nick.”

“I’m so sorry you ever had to go through that.” He said as he cleared his throat; trying to hide his emotion…the tears that threatened him.

“I know you would have protected me, Nick. I know you never would have let it happen if you could have.” You said, knowing that his tears came not only from the sorrow he felt but also the helplessness.

You listened as he listed every form of torture he wanted and would have inflicted on anyone who had hurt you. All the things he would have done to protect you.

“Nick…it’s too late for me. I’ve already been there…but we can find the kids they have now. Save them and protect every child they will take if we don’t stop them. Find these bastards…that’s all I want. I’ll never worry again as long as Beats and Yani and Rex are found and put behind bars.”

Nick looked you in the eye as you spoke, and you watched as his eyes harden into resolve and determination. That’s when you knew he was going to find them. They were never going to see the light of day. He was going to make sure they were behind bars forever. Stuck with every single criminal who hated Cho-mos. He was going to make sure they lived in hell.

Fin and Amanda walked in and ushered Nick out.

Four days later you watched as Nick personally brought in Beats in cuffs and threw him in a cell along with Rex and Yani.

Two days after that you sat next to Nick as Beast, Rex and Yani were sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole. Watched as they were taken away from the world forever.

Two months after that you and Nick were married.

You wore a beautiful white dress and smiled bigger than you ever had as you walked down the aisle to Nick. Promised to love him and trust him your whole life. Listened as he promised the same and smiled when he also added that he would protect you from any and all for your whole life. That he would never let anything happen to you or the children you were going to have.

You slid the rings on the others hand. Nick dipped you as he kissed you. You threw your arms around his neck and smiled as he kissed you. When he pulled back you looked into his eyes to see them smiling and shining just as yours were.

You knew that you had in fact gotten your happily ever after.

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Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 1

Master List

Imagine Stories:

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 2

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 3

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 4

Meeting Rafael Barba: Part 5

Meeting Rafael Barba; Part 6 - NSFW

Rafael Barba Imagines:

Meeting Rafael for the first time

Rafael Being Jealous

Rafael Being A Widower With A Young Daughter

Rafael Helping You Through A Panic Attack

Kissing A Stranger At Midnight

Sugar Daddy - NSFW

Rafael Helping You To Testify After Being Attacked

Sonny Carisi Imagines:

Having a Miscarriage

The Look on Sonny’s Face when a Rookie Tries Flirting with You

Sonny Comforting You After Being Attacked

Sonny Protecting You

Sonny Comforting You After Surgery - NSFW kinda

Telling Sonny You Love Him For The First Time

Sonny As Your Secret Santa

Nick Amaro Imagines:

Nick having a hard and coming home to find you making dinner and singing

Being Nicks Girlfriend And Finding Out About Carissa

Nick Finding Out About Your Childhood

Elliot Stabler Imagines:

Elliot Gently Making Love To You - NSFW

Mike Dodds Imagines:

Kissing A Stranger At Midnight

Olivia Benson:

Kissing A Stranger At Midnight

Alex Cabot:

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Can I request an imagine with Barba😍 Something like you’re a young new detective working at SVU and Barba is fascinated by you but he never says anything until one day you run into him at a bar and you guys get to talking and he gets completely turned on by you just by looking at you so you go to his hotel room and hot nsfw things happen and he wants to be your sugar daddy😈😈😈😈

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Hope you like it! :)

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You were new to SVU and new to police work in general. But no one could deny you were good. Fin kept saying you were like a young Liv. You loved your new job….and you fascinated A.D.A Rafael Barba. He had never seen someone who could comfort a victim like you and no one could get as solid as a confession as you. You were every lawyers dream when it came to the confessions you got. You got them completely by the book and always had the prep eating out of your palm. It was your eyes. The way they captivated him…they did the same to every man you came across. You could make someone melt if they looked you the eye for too long. Of course, Rafael refused to let his feelings about you show…even when Carisi flirted with you…even if it made Rafael want to make Carrisi’s life hell.

One night as you were about to head out from the precinct Liv asked you to drop some papers off to Rafael for a case, so he could be prepared for the coming trail. You called Carmen to ask if he was in his office and she let know that he was not but that he was probably at his favorite bar studying the case. Thanking her you headed over to the bar. You found him sitting at the bar holding a scotch in his hand; looking frustrated at the papers in front of him.

“Mr. Barba.” You said quietly as you approached him.

Turning you saw the surprise come across his face as he realized it was you that had called his name.

“(Y/N), what can I do for you?”

“Liv asked me to drop these off to you. She would have done it herself, but she needed to get home to Noah.” You said as you handed him the papers.

“Thank you.” He said as he set them on the bar.

“Of course. Well, I’ll let you get back to it.” You said as started to turn.

“Please, stay. Sit…have a drink with me. My brain needs a break.” He added quickly at the end since you were staring at him.

“Ok, I’d love to.” You said; sitting down.

“What’ll you have?” The bartender asked.

“Red wine, please.”

“So, Detective (Y/L/N) tell me about yourself.”

“Not much to know. I went to school at Weber University, did two years in narcotics in Charlette. Transferred over to SVU was there a year before I came to SVU Manhattan.”

“What about family?”

“Mom and Dad live in Charleston now. I have a couple of older brothers and sisters. I’m the youngest. Plenty of nieces and nephews.”

“And what do they think of the baby being apart of the police force in New York?”

“I’m southern. That should explain it pretty well. When I made the force my father told me I only made it to satisfy the feminists. And my mother told me I would never find a husband now.”

“Wow. So old southern family, youngest, three years in SVU…what else?”

“When is it going to be your turn?” You asked as you sipped your wine.

“When I’m satisfied.”

At that you quirk an eyebrow at him.

“Lawyer.” He said shrugging with a smirk.

“Okay…lets see 4.0 through out school, way to into my hobbies, I drink way too much (Y/F/D), I drink hot chocolate rather than coffee…can’t sleep otherwise.”

“What got you into police work?”

You looked at him from the corner of your eye as you sipped your wine again. “Honestly?” You asked.

“Honestly.”

“When I was seventeen I had just finished gym…cleaned up, took my shower, dressed, headed home, all that jazz. When I realized I’d forgotten my phone in my locker, so I went back to get it. When I walked in I found the gym teacher with his pants down trying to force a girl. He had her by the throat, holding her against the wall. He slapped her right as I walked in and told her to shut up. When I looked at the girls face I saw that it was my best friend…she was sobbing…there were so many tears. I’d never seen somebody cry like that. So, I ran and jumped on his back…not the best thought out plan, but ya know heat of the moment. I dazed him, but he was still standing and tried to get me off by slamming his back against a wall. I swear my head has never snapped that hard. He knocked me off and…he started beating me…forgot all about Kelly…just started going at me. I saw her run as he hit me…and honestly, I was relived…as long as he didn’t hurt her. In retrospect I realize I should have been at least a little put out with being left behind but thirty seconds later she ran back with a hockey stick. She beat the living hell out of him. He broke my nose, but she broke everything else on him. Once he was out of it, we ran, called the police and he went to prison. He was connected to a ton of cold case rapes, so he’ll be locked up for decades. After that I couldn’t stand the thought of not helping people who had ever felt…that helpless. So here I am a detective. Your turn.”

He was looking at you with warm intensity in his eyes. You lost yourself in his eyes for…well you were unsure of how long, but you could certainly feel heat pool between your legs. You almost wanted to lean forward and touch his lips to yours. But remembering that this was a co-worker you broke the eye contact and sipped your wine.

Rafael was silent for a moment. You could feel him studying you, but you wouldn’t look back at him for fear that that intensity was still there in his eyes. You were already having trouble not pressing your legs together as it was.

“I have my mother and my abuela, when I think of my father my fist still clenches, scholarship to Harvard, don’t drink nearly enough coffee…”

At that you couldn’t help the laugh that burst from your lips. Looking over you saw him smirking at you before he continued.

“I became a lawyer because I refused to be like my father, I wanted to help the people from my neighborhood. Just because you’re poor doesn’t mean you don’t deserve for someone to defend you…someone who really cares. There were too many times where people from my neighborhood went to prison because they were the easy ones to pin it on. The easiest way to get that Christmas bonus. I swore to myself that I would work to prevent that…become more than what I was. Become someone who made to rules…not be one of the boys who could only make money by selling on the street. I was going to do more…become more”

You started at him for a moment before saying simply, “I’m the first to go to collage in my family too…you really…are amazing, Barba.”

“Call me Rafael…please.”

“Rafael.” You said softly as you looked in each other’s eyes.

“At the risk of sounding like an ass…come home with me.”

You felt your heart nearly stop at his words. You only took a moment to answer. “Okay.”

You could see the relief that you said yes and the intense heat that very quickly replaced it. Paying for both of your drinks Rafael slipped off the bar stool and gathered his papers. Once he finished you left together and got a cap to his place.

Arriving he unlocked the door and let you in; entering behind you. His apartment was as you would have expected. Organized with a very unorganized desk.

You almost stopped breathing when his hands circled your waist and brought you to rest against his back. Turning to face him you brought your hands to brush against the stubble on his jaw. Finally meeting his eyes, you held you breathe as you he lowered his lips to yours. At first gentle but slowly he increased the pressure; running his tongue along your bottom lip asking for permission. His intake of breath and the hard pressure of his hands; one on your bottom and the other holding a handful of hair showed you how aroused he really was. He used his hand in your hair to reangle your head, so he could bring his lips to your neck. Kissing softly but then to your surprise and delight biting. You gasped at the pleasure that shot through your body. Your hands pressed him closer to you as you brought your mouth to his ear.

“Rafael…don’t be gentle.”

You heard his growl of pleasure at your words and he brought his mouth to yours again. Taking full control of the kiss; his tongue invading your mouth. Showing you that he intended to have all of you.

You pulled away to loosen his tie and unbutton his dress shirt; pulling them from his body. He followed suit and started undressing you; pulling your jacket and blouse off and throwing both to the floor. Leaving you in your bra and pants. Lowering his head, he kissed a trail to your breasts; kissing the exposed skin. Backing you into a wall; he dropped to his knees and removed your pants and so so slowly removed your panties. He pulled your hips forward and breathed you in. You could feel your body burning with blush, your heart was beating fast, and your breathing was becoming shallow. Your skin felt warm all over…you felt something almost like an electric shock run over your skin. And somewhere deep inside, you felt that tightening pull of wanting, of needing someone.

“(Y/N), I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this.” He said before licking you in one long straight line with the flat of his tongue. You cried out as he entered a single finger into you.

“Don’t stop.” You pleaded.

“Cariño, I’m in control now.” He said as he pinched your clit. “Every time you make a sound I’ll stop what I’m doing. Do you understand?”

“Yes, yes, I understand.”

You felt him add another finger; pumping as he went. He placed his mouth on you right above his fingers.

You couldn’t help it. A whimper broke past your lips.

“Did you make a sound?” He asked; you could almost hear the smirk that was undoubtably across his face through his voice.

You tried to deny it, but that just made him tease you more.

“You know what I said (Y/N), any noise and I stop.”

“Don’t stop, please.” You begged.

Chuckling, he went to work. Nearly bringing you to the edge just to pull you back again.

“Rafael!”

Standing he took you into his arms and backed you into the bedroom. You tugged at his belt; refusing to allow the barrier his suit pants caused any longer. He did the same removing your bra and tossing it to the floor.

Kissing you; he pulled away to push you onto the bed. Climbing over you he leaned over your body to set his lips on your neck, trailing their way down. He nipped at your collar bone before moving on to your breast. He kissed the tip as if he needed it to stay alive, as if he were a starving man. Before taking it fully in his mouth and sucking, using his tongue and teeth at different times. He took the tip of your nipple between his teeth and tugged slightly causing you to cry out in pleasure. As he continued his sweet torture you felt as he were worshiping you. One hand was tangled in your hair and the other was between your legs bringing you just enough pleasure to drive you insane with wanting.

“Rafael.” You gasped; your hands clutching his hair.

But he just chuckled and moved to your other breast. Electric shocks of pleasure were making their way through your body.

Wanting to get back at him for torturing you; you brought his hand to your mouth and started sucking his index finger. You treated it as if you were pleasuring his member. You heard his hiss of pleasure as your cheeks hallowed from sucking his finger.

Flipping you over he started to ravish your neck. You knew you were going to have a hickey in the morning. You gasped in surprise as his hand slapped your bottom.

“I told you…I’m in control.” He rasped in your ear as he brought his hand down again. The sting of pain only made the pleasure more intense. With each hard smack against your bottom you felt pleasure race though out your entire body. You started to think he was going to make you come from only spanking you and his work on your neck. When his hand reached between your legs to feel your center.

“So wet, Cariño. Is that for me?”

“Yes, yes, Rafael, please.”

“Tell me how you want me.”

“I want you to take me, to ravish me. Make me scream, Rafael, make me scream.”

You only heard him growl before he entered you from behind.

You gasped and gripped the sheets around you in a death grip. You had never felt so much pleasure before, had never felt this desired before. That knowledge alone was enough to make you gasp but the pleasure Rafael was bringing you…it was enough to make you moan.

“What, no screams? I need to do better.” Rafael rasped in your ear.

At this declaration he started moving in way that hit your g-spot perfectly over and over and over…making you scream his name as you came harder than you ever had before. Rafael right behind you.

Collapsing beside you, you curled against him. With your head resting on his arm you both gazed into each other eyes before you reached up and brought his lips to yours once more.

“That was amazing. I think I may have started having a heart attack at one point.” Rafael said against your lips.

Laughing you readily agreed. You weren’t sure if you’d ever had sex that good before. But he had proved to you again and again last night just how good he was…and once this morning in the shower.

You walked out of the bedroom after finishing getting dressed to find Rafael in the kitchen. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and a cup waiting for you on the counter…sitting next to a bag of marshmallows.

“Hot chocolate.” He said smirking at you over his cup as he went to take a deep swallow.

“Thank you.” You said chuckling

“So, I was thinking…I don’t want this to a onetime thing.”

You looked at him unsure of what to think. “So what? You want to be my sugar daddy or something?”

“Yes, If that’s all I can have for now…I’ll take as much of you as you’ll give me. But I want, and I intend to have you…. all of you. No matter how long that takes.”

You laughed softly in disbelief. You never would have thought a man as amazing as Rafael Barba would want you.

“Ok papi. Let’s try this. And if it works I’ll give you all of me.” You said as you came to him and brushed your lips against softly. Driving him crazy; making him pull you to him. One hand going in your hair the other around your waist; making you breathless.

“You are coming over again tonight…and you better call me papi. Or I promise I’ll make you wish that had.” He said against your lips before kissing you again and taking your breathe away.

Pushing away from him laughing breathlessly you said “Tonight…papi.”

As you left Rafael smiled to himself and thought about all the ways he was going to make you scream his name to night.

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