Our favourite crime-fighting duo

Disclaimer: Borrowed Tony & Ziva, but put them back unharmed.

Summary: Sometimes the worst monsters are the ones that live inside of yourself.



Sometimes the only monsters are not the ones that we are chasing after. Sometimes they chase us, too. & sometimes it is much worse. Sometimes we spend years trying to hide from a specific set of monsters, ones that follow us no matter where we go, no matter how far.

This type of monster, I have learned, gives no mercy and gives no heed to the happiness I may have finally started to feel in my life and instead lurks waiting, ready to pounce the...

When he sees her again he almost doesn’t believe his eyes. It’s been nearly half a year, to the day, but it’s as though time has folded in on itself and there she stands like she never left.

The door swings shut behind him, creating a breeze just strong enough to ruffle the back hem of his suit jacket. He’s frozen to the spot, unable to verplaats further across the threshold in case the moment shatters.

Seconds tick by.

The mirage, if it is that, doesn’t waver.

And so he lets himself begin to hope as he drinks her in – her tanned skin and wild, sun-lightened curls and the empty space...