Requiem for a Broken Dream.

[Caesar]

He cheesed for that win somehow. We see the vibes

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Goddamn

From murder to the National championship is one hell of a path.

*self defense but we live!

He cheesed for that win somehow. We see the vibes

should I stream the natty? hmmmmmm

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Season 8, Episode 28
Ravie's fingers hovered over the keyboard, her eyes drawn to the flat-screen TV mounted on the wall of her office. As Kam crossed into the end zone, leaping over the line of scrimmage with the ball extended out, Ravie felt a swell of pride so intense it made her chest ache. She pushed back from her desk, the half-finished contracts forgotten, and raised her arms in a silent cheer.

In that moment, the polished veneer of a grown woman fell away. She was transported back to her mother's kitchen that night, how he had came and gotten her, rescued her from that shitty Waffle House dining room. He didn’t try anything, which would have been more than expected from a horny teenage boy on prom night. Instead, he was a gentleman.



The door to the back creaked open, pulling her from her reverie. Snow slipped in, his tall frame filling the doorway. His eyes darted to the TV screen, catching the replay of Kam's touchdown.

"Goddamn," he said, his voice low and smooth. "That motherfucker went flying. Ain’t that the one that went to Blake?”

Ravie nodded, trying to contain her smile, “Yeah, I think so.”

Snow moved closer, his steps measured and deliberate. In his hand, he held two glasses, amber liquid sloshing gently inside. The scent of expensive whiskey wafted through the air, mingling with the faint trace of Snow's cologne.

"Thought you might want to indulge a little bit," he said, offering her one of the glasses, “This is the good shit from Frankie right here.”

Ravie's eyes flickered between the drink and Snow's face. There was an intimacy in his gaze that sent a shiver down her spine, a look that spoke of their recent stolen moments.

"I don’t know," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I’ve still got a lot to do here.”

Snow's lips quirked into a half-smile. He set both glasses down on her desk, then leaned against it, his hip brushing against her arm. The touch, though brief, felt electric.

"Stop feeling like you have to prove something," he murmured. His fingers found a loose strand of her hair, tucking it gently behind her ear.

“I do,” she cleared her throat, “They’ve been looking at me sideways ever since you moved me back here. Least I could is earn my keep, show I can actually do this shit better than Felix.”

“That’s not saying much,” Snow's hand lingered near her face, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw, “You still don’t get it, don’t you?”

“I don’t know if this is the time or the place for another one of our hour long debates about human psychology,” Ravie playfully rolled her eyes.

“The whole point of doing this shit,” Snow ignored her words, “Everything that I do, everything I’ve done, is so that what a motherfucker thinks don’t matter. And better yet, given how I operate, they ain’t even gonna let me know that they think. They’re going to smile, eat shit, and tell me how much they enjoyed it.”

“It’s different…you’re a guy…”

“So slap a bitch,” Snow shrugged, “Better yet, pistol whip her, strip her down, I don’t care.”

“Not exactly my style,” she responded, her voice firmer now.

“I know,” he leaned in for a quick kiss, “And that’s why you’re with me, ain’t it?”

…

Detective Alderman leaned back in his creaky office chair, rubbing his tired eyes. Across from him, Officer Turk hunched over a stack of forms, his pen scratching furiously as he filled in boxes and signed his name for what felt like the thousandth time that day.

The monotonous silence was broken by the sharp click of dress shoes on linoleum. Captain Ramirez strode towards them, his face set in its usual stern expression. As he approached, both men straightened up instinctively, years of ingrained respect kicking in.

"Alderman, Turk," the captain nodded at each of them in turn. "I need you to gather everything you've got on last year's club shooting. Photos, witness statements, forensics - the whole nine yards."

Alderman's brow furrowed. "The Seidu-Harris shooting?”

"It's The Roxy Shooting," Ramirez corrected him, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Pass it all to Gonzalez. She'll be taking it from here."

Alderman’s pen clattered to the desk. "Cold cases? Captain, come on. I know it’s been a year but George over there got cases from fucking Obama’s administration on his desk still.”

"That's an order, not a request," Ramirez's voice softened slightly, a flicker of sympathy in his eyes. "I know you boys have put some hours into this one, but sometimes we have to know when to let go. There are other cases that need your attention now."

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving Alderman and Turk in stunned silence. They exchanged a look of defeat, the weight of their failure settling heavily on their shoulders.

Turk sighed, reaching for a cardboard box under his desk. "Well, you heard the man. Let's get this stuff together for Gonzalez."

As they began sorting through the mountain of evidence they'd collected over the past year, neither man spoke. The precinct bustled around them, phones ringing and officers chatting, but at their desks, a somber quiet reigned. Each photo, each report they placed in the box felt like admitting defeat, like letting down the victims whose faces had haunted their dreams for months.

Alderman paused, holding a grainy security camera still. "This motherfucker," he whispered softly, “You know they gave him a million dollars to play football for Michigan this year? Damn near won the Heisman, was on SportsCenter on fucking loop last night. I almost shot my TV up.”

Turk nodded, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, sounds like I shouldn’t have quit in the eight grade.”

[Captain Canada]

Man a whole criminal about to go in the first round

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Man a whole criminal about to go in the first round

WIPE THE CASE AWAY!

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oops

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safe to say this update

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is the biggest, the largest

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just get to the next page hoe

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let's get it!