#dombaccari

[khalilhassan]

location: the garage

character: @dombaccari​

With the box in hand, Khalil made his way to the front of the shop that had just opened it’s doors for the day. After asking for Dom, he waited as patiently as one could before moving forward and holding it out for him to take. “Freddie Crane wanted you to have to this. He told me that if you didn’t open open, I was to open it for you. Don’t ask me what’s inside because I have no clue. I’m just the lapdog doing what I’m told,” he exhaled, quoting the male from the last time they spoke.

[elena-taylor]

📱Lena ↹ Dom

Lena: If someone asked me who I hate most in the world right now I'd say you.

[meredithdonovan]

status: closed—@dombaccari 

location: baccari garage

she had thought this day over in her head at least a dozen times. what would she say, how she would approach him. it hadn’t taken her long to find matteo’s brother. they had never met when the man was alive, meredith never pushing him to delve into his clearly dysfunctional family affairs. but now that he was gone, she had done her research and found enough evidence of a baccari sibling leading her to providence peak. while her family had discouraged her from picking up her life again, she was committed to providing the best for her son. and she was convinced that matteo’s family had a role to play in that somehow. 

the brunette had waited till the shop was closed to make her plea. through casual inquiries about town, she knew that the brother, dominic, would most likely be alone. meredith approached the door, inhaling deeply before pushing through the threshold. her eyes took in the interior of the garage, only refocusing on the male before her that was so clearly a relation of her now deceased partner. for a mere moment, time froze. she took in his features and found herself finding similarities that only siblings could share. realizing she had yet to speak, she stepped forward.

“dominic baccari, right?” her question hung in the air, rather stupidly she thought to herself. meredith had done enough research to know who it was before her. she continued, “i’m sorry to come in here like this, but i needed to speak with you. i’m meredith donovan.” the woman paused briefly then exhaled quietly. “i’m here to talk about matteo.”

[verdadurmaz]

location: frederick’s farm

character: @dombaccari​

They weren’t friends. In fact, they weren’t anything. A one time togetherness that had benefited the both of them for one night and one night alone. What she did know of him though, was that he didn’t strike her the type to enjoy anything that the farm had to offer. “I’m sorry, are you lost?” After the confession that had come from Emmy, Ver had found herself feeling more reckless now than ever. What the hell was the point in pretending to be something she wasn’t? Chaos was in her blood, as was spite. “Here’s the thing. Emmy is somewhere around here and it just so happens that I’m in the business of getting under her skin these days. Think you could spare a half hour for a hot air balloon ride?” She didn’t know a lot about their distaste for one another, but Dom had seemed eager the first time around to help her out. “Unless you’re too busy having fun down here. I’d hate to interrupt that.”

[elena-taylor]

closed starter — @dombaccari​

It was late, but that was really the only time Lena saw Dominic one on one. She showed up announced and without permission. Dom wasn’t really a phone person anyway, and had she expended the effort to call or text there was a chance he wouldn’t have answered. Her knock was loud enough to pull his head from his ass should it be there, but not as threatening as say — the police.  

There was no hiding her emotions. Even when she didn’t want to talk about them. Her face showed her feelings plainly, and tonight a long felt sadness glossed her mahogany hues. She couldn’t even muster a smile as the door opened. Not that she imagined he’d mind. Dominic wasn’t the sunshine and smiles type, but maybe that’s what she liked about him. 

“Hey.” 

[freddiefkncrane]

text:

unknown # @dombaccari: the repo man is coming

[khalilhassan]

location: outside of the garage, after hours

character: @dombaccari

Firing off a warning shot wasn’t something he usually took the time to do, but knowing the Cranes and how important it was to the Bureau to get it right, he had to do something. It seemed that another player had gotten involved and with one pissed off wildcard of a Crane, there was no telling what would happen. Khalil had pieced together the obvious thanks to Freddie’s angry rambling. Dom, a garage, and a few threats that the agent was still trying to work out. “Baccari, right?” Heartbeat stayed steady as he approached the male locking up for the night. “I don’t know what your business with the Cranes is, but you should watch your back.” That much the male probably knew, but it hadn’t seemed like he cared much. “Freddie’s pissed and I think you know as well as I do that he can be reckless.” At least, that’s what Khalil had read and what earlier actions would show. “Whatever you took from them, just give it back.”

[verdadurmaz]

location: bonfire

character: @dombaccari

How she’d managed to grab an entire bottle of something was still questionable at best. It was easier than refilling a cup every single time she saw her ex-girlfriend around a bonfire that was meant for happiness. Everyone there seemed to be having a good time, but all Val could think about was leaving. Maybe it was for the best, but as she looked down at the bottle she’d definitely paid for, it seemed like a waste. If she left, Emmy won yet again and that game was over. All too focused on the label of Wild Turkey 101 proof, she hadn’t even realized that someone was behind her and that her attempt to step closer to the fire was blocked by a male much taller than she was. “I’m sorry,” she quickly explained, eyes flashing down toward the bottle and back at the male. “Peace offering?” If she wasn’t going to leave, then the least she could do was make the best of it. “It hasn’t been opened yet, so if you have a thing about sharing, you can have first go.”