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miraculous-sunflower · 3 years

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doing it for the views

Alya knew Lila was lying. Like come on, Jagged Stone never had a kitten, he had Fang, his crocodile! And why would you openly state that you are best friends with one of the Heroes of Paris? Lila was bad at lying. But Alya didn’t care. When she posted the interview she did with Lila, she got SO many views. More than anything else she had posted! Alya knew Lila had so many “connections” so this could be her big break, leading into her reporting career, even if Lila was lying. It wasn’t like anyone was going to find out...

“ALYA! SHE’S LYING! Why can’t you believe me? You’re my best friend!” Marinette cried. I know she’s lying, girl, but this is helping my career. If you knew, you’d understand. I’m sorry, but for now, I have to act like she’s telling the truth, Alya thought.

Alya took a breath and responded to her claim. “Marinette! She’s not lying! You’re just jealous because of how close she is to Adrien, and jealous of all her connections! You’ve got to stop!” All of their classmates agreed with her, brushing off Marinette’s attempts to warn them as jealousy.

Marinette gasped. She thought Alya was being ridiculous not believing Lila, but now including her crush on Adrien? Marinette broke. She was done being categorized as being mean because of Adrien! “Wow. I thought you’d believe me. But I guess I was wrong. All of you don’t believe me! Even my oldest friends.” She glanced at Nino and Kim, who looked away guiltily. “If you don’t believe me, fine. Believe the liar.” Marinette walked out of the room, just as Lila strolled in.

“I saw Marinette looking mad. Is she alright?” Lila asked in a faux sweet voice.

“She’s just being jealous of you because of Adrien. She’s so annoying!” Alix grumbled.

“I know! Can’t she be considerate of all of Lila’s disabilities?” Rose cried.

“Oh no, was she fighting with you guys about me? I can’t believe I’m wrecking your class apart! Maybe I should just leave...”

“NO! Lila it’s not your fault that Marinette can’t see how great you are! We are willing to sacrifice our friendship with her if it means sticking up for you.” Lila hid a smirk.

Alya couldn’t believe how low her class was. They just believed Lila over Marinette! They were playing with her feelings! How could they! ______________________________________________________________________________________

NO WAY. 10,000 VIEWS?! Alya though as she scrolled through the LadyBlog. She checked on the interview of Lila she posted, and BAM! 10,000 VIEWS! Alya loved to bask in compliments and fame, so she decided to look through the comments...

dolphinlover8726: ummm, this isnt true

ladybugxcatnoir: ladybug’s best friend? ha, as if

peterparkerfan_12: xd her lies are almost as bad as trump-

totally_ravenclaw: hold up, jagged stone never had a kitten...

miraculous_sunflower: this is false information. please take it down, ladyblogger

Many of the comments were like that, but who cares? Lila’s lies weren’t hurting anybody. Maybe I could wait until I got an internship. Then I could spin this whole story about how Lila was lying the whole time, and I, Alya Cesaire, aka the Ladyblogger, unveiled them! That would make me even more popular, Alya thought. Oh, she would get popular all right, just not in the same way... ______________________________________________________________________________________

“How was your day, Alya?” her mother asked. Alya, watching the news intently, was hoping for scoops of celebrity gossip.

“It was good,” she absently replied. Her eyes were glued to the screen as Nadja Chammack’s show had just appeared.

“Don’t be bemused! It’s just the News! This is Nadja Chammack on ‘Face to Face’. Let’s start off with our most recent story. The LadyBlog, which used to be a blog dedicated to the Heroes of Paris, has fallen. The Ladyblogger has been posting false claims about a girl, Lila Rossi, saying that she rescued Jagged Stone’s kitten, when he has never had one. Now, helping us clear the claim, joining us now is internationally-known rock star, Jagged Stone! Hello, Mr. Stone. “

“Hello, Nadja, and call me Jagged. Now, what’s about these stories I’ve been hearin’ about a girl saving my kitten?”

“Well, Jagged, it’s posted on the LadyBlog that this Lila Rossi has saved your kitten on an airplane turmar, as well as claiming that you’d written a song about her. Are any of these statements actually true?”

“Kitten?! Haha, that girl is a bad liar. I’ve never had a cat, only Fang ove’ here. And writing a song about her? That sounds weird. A 30-year old man writing a song for a 15-year old? I’ve only written a song for Ladybug, and that’s because of how awesome she is! ” Jagged responded.

“On the topic of Ladybug, Lila Rossi has also claimed that she is best friends with her. Any comments?” Nadja asked.

“There’s no way Ladybug would befriend someone like her! Whoever this Lila chick is, you’re a horrible liar, and the Ladyblogger has messed up a whole lot. Anyways, I got to go, love. Good-bye, all of my beloved fans!” Jagged waved dramatically.

“There you have it! The LadyBlog has indeed been posting false claims, and Lila Rossi is a liar! Next up on Face to Face, we have Mirelle Caquet joining us to talk about the hardships of being a weather girl! Stay tuned!” Nadja concluded. Alya went pale. _______________________________________________________________________

Alya went into class the next day, and sure enough, the class was eerily quiet. Lila looked like a ghost, her face as pale as a sheet. The whole class looked angry, sans Marinette and Adrien.

“Alya, you saw Face to Face yesterday, right?” Alix asked.

“She lied! Lila lied about everything!” Rose cried.

“Yeah, I did.” Alya replied calmly. She was going to explain the situation to her classmates, and of course they’d understand why she was doing this, and maybe they’d help her spin the story to make it seem like-

“WHY DIDN'T YOU FACTCHECK?” Alix yelled, clearly furious with the situation.

“Let me explain. Don’t get mad, but I knew Lila was lying,” Alix growled, and many other classmates gasped, “But hear me out. I only kept posting her lies on the LadyBlog because of the views. I knew if I wanted an internship, I’d have to do anything to start up my career. You guys understand right?” Alya obliviously said. “YOU’RE ALMOST AS BAD AS ADRIEN NOT KNOWING MARINETTE HAS A CRUSH ON HIM!” The class blurted out. Adrien looked shocked, and Marinette gasped and turned a shade of red that shouldn’t be possible.

“Whaaaa…” Alya was confused. What did she do?

“You could’ve warned us that they were lies, Alya!” Rose sniffled.

“You only thought about yourself, not us!” Mylene attacked.

“Guys, I was doing it to help my career! Also, it wasn’t like her lies were hurting anyone!” Alya retorted.

There was a period of silence, until a confident voice flowed through the classroom. “They hurt me,” Marinette said. She calmed down about the whole crush thing, but her face was still tinted with the slightest shade of pink.

“Lila threatened me the day she came back from her supposed trip. She said that she would take all my friends and make me lonely,” Marinette left out the part about Adrien, “And I guess she was right.” Marinette turned to a confused Lila. “Thank you, Lila. You’ve shown me that my friends don’t trust me. I now know who my real friends are.” She glanced at Adrien timidly, and was relieved when he sent a timid smile back. Long before Lila’s exposure on ‘Face to Face’, Adrien took back his “take the high road” advice as soon as he heard that Lila threatened Marinette. He tried to tell his classmates, but they’d never listen to him. He helped Marinette out as much as he could.

Marinette sat back down, but not in her usual seat. She went and sat next to Adrien, who looked at her, shocked for a second, then took her hand in his.

Everyone was shocked when they learned what Lila did to Marinette. Alya started, “Girl, I’m so sorry! If I’d known she -”

“It shouldn’t matter if you knew or not. You should’ve believed me, but you didn’t. Our friendship is broken. Permanently.” Marinette stated.

“WHAT?! WHY?!” Alya demanded.

Marinette sighed. Alya truly was oblivious to her actions. “First of all, you acted like you didn’t believe me, which hurt a lot. Second, you only acted like you believed her because you wanted views on your blog! You don’t get it, Alya! Your actions cost you consequences, and I’m not sure if you understand that.”

“Bu-but,” Alya tried to stutter out, but Adrien gave her a look that mimicked his father’s.

“Lila hurt us too. She gave us false promises. She told Kim that she knew Michael Phelps, and that she’d put a good word in for him. She told Nathaniel that she’d introduce him to that super famous manga artist in Japan.” Ivan pointed out.

The class understood Ivan’s point. Alya gasped. She never really thought about it that way. I mean, nothing hurt her!

“Marinette, we’re so sorry. We understand what our actions did to you, and we apologize. We understand that you’d want some space to yourself right now.” Alix said, and the rest of the class nodded.

Marinette smiled. “Thank you for understanding. While you’ve lost my trust in you, I’d like to build up our friendship again. Alya, on the other hand, I’d like to talk to you.”

The class smiled back, and sensing Alya’s anger, shuffled out of the classroom, with Adrien leading the way to leave the two girls alone to talk. Lila blinked, and also strolled out.

“C’mon, Mari! What did I do! You understand that I only pretended to believe her because of the views, right?!” Alya started out.

“Alya, you understand, do you? Lila hurt all of us. You made a bad decision not telling the class as soon as you found out, and now you’ve lost all their trust in you. You should have told me that you knew, and shouldn’t have been so selfish about your own career. I can’t forgive you for what you’ve done. And I don’t think I can ever build up our friendship again.” Marinette walked through the door frame.

“Goodbye, Alya.”

At that moment, Alya knew she messed up. She knew she lost the LadyBlog, and her reputation was damaged, but worst of all, she lost her best friend. She only did it for the views.

#alya salt #lila salt #lila exposed #class salt #class sugar #adrien has a spine

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beware-of-you-98 · 4 years

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OTP Prompts for Jemily

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Who kills the bugs?

JJ (she grew up in the middle of nowhere Pennsylvania, she’s not scared of any sort of bug)

Emily doesn’t deal with creatures with more than four legs, so if she sees an insect, or lord forbid, a spider, she’ll immediately climb off the floor and call for her girlfriend

JJ can never find it in herself to purposely kill the insects (she’s also not too keen on having to clean bug guts from her carpet), so she’ll grab a clear plastic cup with whatever book or piece of paper is laying around and use those to put the bug outside

(If it’s a wolf spider, she’ll literally pick it up with her bare hands, much to Emily’s horror)

If the spider is a brown recluse or black widow, she’ll bring the covered arachnid closer and take the time to show her boys and Emily what markings to look out for so that they know to be careful

The only insect she refuses to deal with are stink bugs

When they come around, she and Emily take an emergency trip to the nearby Target and buy enough of the raspberry gel air fresheners for every one of their windows

Yeah, their house smells like a Jolly Rancher for the entire month

But at least they don’t have to deal with the annoying beetles

Who always gets hot? Who always gets cold?

Neither of them gets hot, but Emily is perpetually cold

The rest of the team will be in the field in pants and short sleeves while Emily is bundled in her turtlenecks and jacket

Even in 90°+ weather, Emily can sit comfortably in long sleeve shirts and pants

At first, JJ is surprised by how cold Emily can get

She wakes up one day to find Emily bundled under the covers and shivering

Of course, she’s alarmed and asking what’s wrong, only getting confused when Emily says she’s fine, just cold

“Em, it’s 76° outside.” “That’s practically freezing!”

JJ starts giving Emily her sweaters and sweatshirts for her to wear

Emily loves them so much because they fit her just the way she likes and they smell like her girlfriend

Who’s the big spoon? Who’s the little spoon?

Everyone on the team hands down swears Emily’s the big spoon

It’s not only because she’s taller than JJ, but Penelope says she gives big spoon vibes

(Actually, she says Emily gives huge top vibes and that makes her the big spoon by default)

JJ lets the team think whatever they want because she’s the only one that really knows Emily Prentiss is the ultimate little spoon

She can’t help it!! She loves the feeling of being wrapped up in JJ’s arms

And loves getting her hair played with while she rests her head on JJ’s chest

She’s!! Soft!! When!! It!! Comes!! To!! Jennifer!! Jareau!!

When did they realize they loved each other?

For JJ, she realized in the aftermath of the Tobias Hankel case

She suffered from horrific nightmares for weeks and never got enough sleep

Emily comes over every night for three weeks and holds JJ in her arms and comforts her when she wakes up screaming from her nightmares

JJ realizes she’s in love with Emily one night after she’s calmed down from yet another nightmare

She’s laying there in Emily’s arms, emotionally drained and exhausted and she just peers up at Emily and... knows

No one had ever cared for her like this, no one had ever made her feel so calm, so safe in years.

Emily does.

Emily makes her feel like no one has before, like she’s the only person to ever exist and matter.

JJ feels as if Emily’s arms is where she’s meant to spend her life

She doesn’t know it then, but that was the moment she fell in love with Emily. And she fell hard.

Emily knew almost right away tbh

It’s only a few weeks after she joins the BAU and everyone else had gone home except for herself and JJ

She goes into JJ’s office to keep her company

They spend the next few hours organizing files (Emily insists on helping because JJ looks really stressed and overwhelmed)

They don’t get a lot of work done honestly, they sit and talk with each other over mugs of steaming chamomile tea

Emily looks across the desk at JJ as she finishes a story and is rendered speechless by how beautiful the blonde is and how perfect she is and how everything about her makes Emily feel as if nothing else matters

She’s overwhelmed with her own emtion and just knows, knows, at that moment she’s well and truly fucked because she’s in love

Who said “I love you” first?

Emily does but it’s spontaneous and out of the blue

The whole team is hanging out at Rossi’s house

Everyone is laughing and having a good time

Emily and JJ are attempting to dance to the music playing over the speakers but they’re both hilariously uncoordinated

(They’ve also both had a couple of glasses of wine at this point, making their efforts even more comical)

Spencer and Hotch are playing a game of blackjack

Derek is half paying attention to the game on tv, half swaying to the music and doing weird dances when Penelope looks at him to make her laugh

Penelope is recording different parts of the night for the memories

Rossi sits back and watches over his children with a content smile

JJ stumbles into Emily’s arms with a giggle

Emily laughs and wraps her arms around the her blonde and just goes “God, do I love you.”

You can hear a pin drop with how quiet everyone becomes

Emily opens her mouth to apologize, to weakly defend herself when JJ grins up at her “Do you mean it?”

Emily’s response is a small, shy smile

“Say it again.”

Emily then leans in and gives JJ a light kiss and says more genuinely “I love you.”

JJ beams up at her and repeats the words, wrapping her arms around Emily’s neck and pulls her down for a deep kiss

(The team all give out a celebratory whoop at the couple’s expense and Penelope cries because she’s so happy for her friends)

(She sends the video to the two later on for them to have)

(It’s their most treasured memory)

Who demands cuddles?

When sober? Emily

Emily Prentiss loves a good cuddle

And, hey, after a day of dealing with the horrors they experience daily, a cuddle is what they both need and deserve

Drunk JJ is clingy as hell and will literally pout up at Emily until the older woman cuddles her

It doesn’t matter where they are

If they are in the middle of Wendy’s, drunk JJ will pout to her heart’s desire until she gets her cuddles (and a vanilla frosty, but that’s besides the point)

Drunk JJ actually demands cuddles

Who is more prone to stealing the other’s clothes?

While JJ gives Emily her clothes to wear, she is 100% the one that steals Emily’s clothes

She steals Emily’s hoodies all the time

If she can’t find something to wear for work in her side of the closet, she’ll steal a shirt from Emily’s

She also loves to steal Emily’s pantsuits and wear those to work sometimes

They’re so much more comfortable than skirts

And Emily loves to see her in them, so that’s a bonus

(She also steals Emily’s flannels before they go out for dates)

She just loves wearing Emily’s clothes as much as Emily loves to wear her’s

When do they tell their team/their families about their relationship? What are their reactions?

They decide to tell the team after five months that they’ve been dating

They want them to know because the team is like their secondary family

(And they also want to be able to publically be with each other when the team get together at Rossi’s)

(JJ just wants to hold Emily’s hand and give her girlfriend a kiss whenever she wants god dammit!)

To both of their relief, the team’s response is overwhelmingly positive

No one is surprised when they confirm to the team they’re dating

Hotch and Rossi are just like “we knew it”

Penelope has to remind both of them that she already knew because JJ had given Emily a kiss a few weeks ago during girl’s night (Penelope can keep a secret if she really wants to)

Spencer is confused because “Wait, you mean you guys have only just recently become a thing? You haven’t been dating for the past year and a half?”

Derek is just like “Well it’s about fucking time”

JJ takes Emily with her when she takes a weekend trip to take her boys home to visit her mom

She really wants Emily to formally meet her mom (“I know you already met her, but I want her to meet you as my girlfriend!”)

Though initially slightly surprised by JJ introducing Emily as her girlfriend, the blonde’s mother welcomes Emily with open arms

She’s never seen JJ this happy in years and it warms her heart to see her daughter in good hands

(“And she’s really good with the kids,” JJ’s mother tells her daughter later on in the night as the two watch Emily and the boys out in the backyard)

JJ just smiles warmly in response, relieved by her mother’s response

Ambassador Prentiss comes over to Emily’s apartment unannounced while JJ and the boys are having a family movie night

It’s awkward as hell tbh

Emily’s too formal and on edge

JJ longs to go over and place a hand on Emily’s arm for comfort, but stays put under the Ambassador’s steely gaze

(Michael and Henry are blissfully unaware, sucked too far into the animated universe of Spider-Man)

Finally, the Ambassador turns to Emily and asks if she’s happy

Emily turns back to JJ and the boys with a soft gaze before turning back to her mother and giving a light nod “Yeah. I am.”

“Then that’s all that matters.”

All the tension falls from Emily’s shoulders and the biggest breath of relief leaves her lips at that

It’s the most approval she’s gotten from her mother in a long time but it means so much

What is their favorite way to show affection?

Emily likes to wrap her arms around JJ’s waist from behind

She loves to sneak up behind her when she’s cooking and gently grab her waist and press a light kiss against her neck before laying her chin on the blonde’s shoulder and watching her cook

She’ll slide behind JJ on the couch and kiss her temple before they cuddle and watch tv

She’ll randomly stop by and just wrap JJ in a soft, warm hug, gently swaying her from side to side before letting her go and going about her day like normal

JJ loves giving Emily sweet kisses on her forehead or her cheek

She wakes up before Emily and will sometimes be unable to help herself and just lean down and press a series of light kisses on the brunette’s nose or forehead

She’ll sometimes stop by Emily’s office during work and just plant a kiss on the crown of her head before heading back to her reports

When they go on long trips, who drives?

JJ!!

She loves to drive but hardly ever gets to

At work, Emily or one of the boys are the ones driving the SUVs

(And, yeah, maybe she got to drive the SUV when Kate was on the team, but still)

Even running errands like going to the store or picking up the boys, it’s Emily that drives

But Emily hates to drive long distances and often leaves that task to JJ

JJ loves it

Emily will lean her head on her shoulder or place her hand over the blonde’s on the gear shift

It’s so blissfully domestic and soft and makes the drive that much better

Who shows more affection to the other in public?

JJ easily

Emily is a firm believer that she has a hardass reputation to uphold

It takes all of JJ’s will power not to snort

Because, honestly, Emily is really just a big softie

But she’ll let Emily think what she wants

She’s the one that initiates hand holding on the jet when they’re going to a case and cuddles on the way home from one

She just wants to love her girlfriend anywhere and at anytime!

If she wants to give Emily a kiss in the middle of the bullpen (when it’s slow and the atmosphere isn’t as tense or serious as it normally is, of course), she will god dammit!!

(Emily’s light blush never does any good to help uphold her “hardass reputation” but oh well)

Who gives piggy back rides the most?

JJ gives the piggy back rides, Emily always gets them

JJ holds her as if she weighs nothing and it makes her swoon

JJ’s arms? A definite weakness for Emily

(Plus she never got to have piggy back rides as a child and JJ insists on making up for lost time so how can Emily refuse with an offer like that?)

Who proposes first? How and when?

Okay so I’m a firm believer that they’re both spontaneous as hell when it comes to this kind of thing

It’s literally just a matter of who lets their guard down first and let the question slip out first

If it’s JJ, it’s when she comes down one morning to see Emily and the boys making her breakfast

She just stops and leans in the doorway, smiling to herself as her girlfriend instructs her sons what do do

Emily is so patient with them

She helps Michael crack the eggs into a bowl and then kisses his nose, which makes him squeal in delight and her to grin

Henry stirs the batter for waffles and gets flour on his glasses and face

Emily leans over and gently cleans him off, grinning and laughing in surprise when the young boy gets batter on her nose

The three of them are just laughing and genuinely having a good time and, god, it makes JJ’s heart feel so full

When they finally notice JJ in the doorway, the boys run up and give her good morning kisses before going back to cooking breakfast

When JJ and Emily are alone and cleaning up the kitchen, Emily just wraps her arms around JJ’s waist and gives her the softest of kisses

The “marry me?” slips from JJ’s lips without much thought

And Emily, though initially surprised, just beams in response and gives her girlfriend (fiancé?) a deep, passionate kiss and just goes “just let me know the date to reserve, baby”

If it’s Emily, it happens in a very soft, very intimate moment between the two of them

They’ll be laying in bed at midnight, cuddled naked under the covers with no space between them

Emily leans over and brushes her fingers through JJ’s long hair, her heart fluttering wildly when the blonde looks up at her

Her eyes are full of so much love, her expression so soft and adoring, Emily can’t help but to whisper out “marry me?” into the room

She goes to maybe to start a speech about their relationship, how much it means to her and how much she wants to be a part of JJ’s and the boys’ lives but all that comes out is “I just... I really, really love you and want to be a part of your life permanently.”

Just like the first time they admitted they loved each other, JJ beams and leans in, pressing a chaste kiss to Emily’s lips before telling her to say it again

Emily presses a kiss to JJ’s chin and asks again so softly “marry me?”

JJ pulls her in for a long, deep kiss

“I’d marry you as soon as tomorrow if you wanted me to.”

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psychedellic-phase · 4 years

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Fifteen (pt 2)

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Part one!

Spencer almost ran every red light and stop sign on his drive home. He didn’t even put the radio on. The only music was the sound of his ragged breath and skyrocketing heart beat. It hadn’t sunk in for him yet that you were really, truly, gone. You had only called it quits a few weeks ago, and work was okay. Good even. Hotch was nice enough to split you guys up a lot, sending you with JJ or Derek and Spencer with the newest member, Alex Blake. In the few small interactions you had, the two of you were better than you had been during the last few months of your relationship. It was just like the old days, before everything went sour. He guessed that was just you faking how much pain you were really in, and he was right. He cursed himself for not noticing that either.

He sat on his couch and opened up the box again to find envelope 1:

“Okay, Hey Spence. I’ll try not to be so long winded, but bear with me throughout this. I want you to really understand what happened between us.

These are going to go chronologically, so the story starts before we even started dating. The story starts the day I realized I loved you. November 17, 2010. So please take out:

1. Welcome Interstate Managers- Fountains of Wayne.

Please direct your attention to track 3. Stacy’s Mom. This may be my favorite memento from us. It’s so innocent. We were so innocent then, but not anymore.”

He took the disk out and ran his hands over the case. It had never been opened and still had the plastic film on it. He flipped it over and read the track list to find #3, ‘Stacy’s Mom’. He immediately knew where this was going. The memory hit him like a sack of bricks, knocking the air out of him and making it hard to breathe.

“This also may be one of my favorites because it’s so not you. No one would think that Stacy’s Mom of all songs would be so important to us. But it is, because it was the beginning.

We had just gotten back from that weird, awful case in LA. The one where the taxi driver had the weird smell thing and would remove skin from the victim’s feet? And Emily was being suspicious? Yeah, we had just gotten back from that one and Derek and I had each given you $50 to finish the paperwork for us. We were joking around and arguing about basketball of all things. I don’t have an eidetic memory but I remember that day so clearly.

“Is this really the hill you want to die on Derek Morgan?” I said.

“Yes, Y/N, Michael Jordan will always be the best basketball player of all time,” Derek said back.

“I’m just saying Lebron or Kobe could definitely pass him at some point! Especially now that Lebron’s on the Heat. Him, Wade, and Bosh are going to kill it.”

“Why do you know so much about basketball Y/N?”

You weren’t paying attention to us. You were doing the work we should have been doing. You always were the good one, Spence. When Em or D or I would go off the rails, you always kept it together. I admire you for that. I had a crush on you at the time. It wasn’t full blown yet, but it was enough to make me flustered and blushing any time I was near you.

I told Derek that I was a pretty big basketball fan because my brother had drilled it all into me when I was a kid. He scoffed and told me I didn’t seem like the sporty type.

“Well not everyone can kick down a door in one move like you, but I’m pretty athletic!” I argued.

“Athletic? C’mon Y/L/N, Hotch keeps you and Reid at the stations for a reason. You’re not a bad shot but your specialty is interrogation.”

I faked offense, being dramatic as usual. But, really I was a little hurt and D could tell. You had finished the paperwork then, and handed both of us files.

“Do you think I’m athletic?” I asked you.

You smiled shyly, “I mean, you’re not the most athletic but you’re not bad.”

“See?” Derek said, and I shoved him playfully.

“I’m not exactly athletic either,” You said, and you did the tongue thing that you don’t even know you do. The one where you poke it out of one side of your mouth. It makes me a little weak in the knees.

“I was bad at everything at the Academy Y/N.”

“Yeah? Like what?” I asked, “You’re good at everything.” Derek laughed, but I meant it. You are good at everything.

“Marksmanship, physical training, obstacle course, Hogan's Alley, you know, pretty much everything that wasn't technically book related. They ultimately had to make exceptions to allow me into the field.” You admitted, getting a sheepish smile on your face.”

Spencer stopped reading then, and wiped his eyes. He had allowed a few tears to fall as he read. He remembered this day so fondly. You guys have always been friends; the whole team is a family. But you always stuck more around Emily and Derek when you could. You worked with Spencer well, it wasn’t that you didn’t like him. In hindsight, you avoided him because of your crush on him. The thought made a smile creep up on his face. It was a watery smile, but still a smile. At that time in his life he was so insecure and unsure of himself but you always made him feel validated. When he would go on his rambling tangents about weird facts you always smiled and nodded when the others tuned him out. He needed that then, and, honestly, still needs it now.

All of you, especially Spencer, were still reeling from the loss of JJ to the state department. It was a constant reminder of how quickly everything could fall apart. So, he needed good memories, good days. Days like November 17. A few of his tears smeared the ink and mixed with your dried tear stains. He sighed, how did he get here, only being close to you through mixed tears? He shook the thoughts away and kept reading.

“This is a long one, sorry Spence, but the backstory is important I think. So anyways, we handed in the paperwork you did for us and we all went down to the parking garage together. Derek got in his car and left, probably to meet some girl of the week. Emily was gone, she was still being weird, which we all learned about later. Rossi? Hotch? Garcia? Who knows where they were. All that mattered was you and me, laughing about how not athletic we are as we made our way to our cars that we parked next to each other every day. I don’t even remember how we started the parking thing, but if I got there and I saw your car I made sure to be next to it. And you did the same. Somehow it made me feel safe. And of course, that day your car wouldn’t start. So I graciously tried to help you jump it, but still nothing. You reeled off the facts of how jumping a car works, but alas that did not get your crappy sedan to start. The two of us trying to fix a car is about as ridiculous as it gets. After our third jump attempt we gave up and I said I’d drive you home and we would get Derek to help us fix it tomorrow. You agreed and got in the passenger seat. There was crap everywhere, there always was. You always hated that.

“How do you have like eight outfits just in the car?” You asked, tossing a dress into the back seat.

“I have to always be prepared,” I said back, stifling a laugh.

“Oh? And what does this prepare you for?” You asked me, holding up a tank that would barely cover my chest.

I grabbed it from you and blushed. I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to say.

“I’m kidding Y/N,” You said and we both laughed. It felt so right. So comfortable.

You had on a very Spencer Reid outfit that day. Purple dress shirt, dark blue cardigan, purple and blue tie. You’re striking. Derek doesn’t lie when he calls you ‘Pretty boy’.

But anyways, before I fall back in love with you just by descriptions—“

He had to put the paper down then. It hurt. Every word hurt. You’d fallen out of love with him? You said the last rule was he had to remember that you loved him. You did love him, you just weren’t in love with him anymore. There is very big difference. He thought he may throw up again but he took a few deep breaths, the same way you taught him to when he’d get overwhelmed, and kept going.

“We were sitting there and I started driving and I turned the radio up. You made that face, you always do when I put on top hits.

“Sorry I don’t have a lot of Beethoven,” I joked at a red light. You looked over at me, and we made eye contact, which caused my breath to catch in my throat.

“It’s alright,” You cleared your throat, “I know every word to every song I’ve ever heard, so I can follow along.”

“Okay, what’s this one?” I challenged, turning up the radio.

“Rolling in the Deep, Adele”

We played that game for a while. You guessing songs and me laughing. You got every single one right.

“Oh! I need to turn this one up! I love this song!” I said. It was the very beginning of Stacy’s Mom.

“Sing with me, Genius.”

You rolled your eyes, “I’m not singing! I-I can’t sing!”

“Too late, it’s starting.”

“As long as you promise to sing with me.”

We had our first pinky promise then. Your pinky was so long and large, mine so tiny.

“Did your mom get back from her business trip?” I started and you added the “business trip” in the background.

“Is she there or is she tryna give me the sli-i-i-i-ip? Give me the slip?”

You took over then, I think the line resonated with you, “You know, I'm not the little boy that I used to be. I'm all grown up now baby, can't you see?”

Then we took the chorus and the rest of the song together, jamming out like teenagers. My heart swelled. You singing, so relaxed with me, just made me so happy. You were comfortable with me. And your singing voice is pretty good too Spen, maybe if you hadn’t been groomed for the FBI you would’ve made a good singer.

“I know it might be wrong but I'm in love with Stacy's mom.”

We finished the song together, practically yelling, and when we looked up we both realized I missed the exit for your place. I made a u-turn and dropped you off, vehemently apologizing for messing up. Directions were always your thing, not mine. You smiled and said thank you, and even pulled me in for a hug. When we came out of the hug, we made eye contact. The steamy kind like in movies before the two main characters make out. I almost leaned in to kiss you, but I pulled back and left. You waved to me from the door.

The whole ride home I was freaking out. My heart was going insane. That’s the day I fell in love with you, Spencer Reid. I was teetering on the edge already, but sitting in my car with you, scream-singing Stacy’s Mom, that’s when I fell into the water. So put the CD in a player, turn it on, and listen to Stacy’s Mom. Every time I hear that song I will think of you, sometimes I even play it on purpose just to remember that day. To remember how complete I felt. Remember the electricity and tension. Remember how that’s the day you fell in love with me too. When the 3 minutes and 18 seconds of the song are done, go to envelope 2.”

Spencer put the paper down and shakily tore off the plastic. You were right, that was when he told you he fell in love with you, but really he had been in love with you a long time before then. He had fallen for you almost immediately after you joined the unit, but he didn’t say anything. He told you he fell in love with you the same moment you fell in love with him because that would be perfect. And you deserve perfect.

Spencer remembers a different day as the one when he fell in love with you. It was the first day you were introduced to everyone and Rossi raved about all your skills to the team. You dressed to impress that day, and impress you had. Not just your beauty, but your brain. That’s what he really fell in love with first. But that was almost five years ago. When his hair was too long and shaggy; a homeless poet was what he liked to call himself.

When the song ended, he started it over.

“She’s all I want and I’ve waited for so long,” Was another line he yelled extra loud, but you hadn’t written about it. He belted that one out because that was how he felt about you. How he still feels about you. He suddenly felt so claustrophobic, ripping off his tie and opening the top few buttons of his shirt. He paced around the room, the song still playing in the background. ‘How did this happen?’ He asked himself again. He lived it with you and still didn’t know quite how this happened. Knowing the answer was hidden in those pages, he got himself together enough to open up envelope 2.

PART 3!

#spencer reid #spencer x you #spencer reid smut #spencer reid fic #fluff #reid fluff #reid #cm #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #mgg #mgg fanfiction

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sapphicmsmarvel · 4 years

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JJ: Dear Sister

TW: drug abuse, mentions of depression and anxiety and mentions of sexual assault. Under the cut.

im really proud of this one, I actually created a story! like with a plot and motive, I really like it!

Being in the BAU and being away from your family was both a blessing and a curse, you were away from your mom and dad, your hometown and hometown friends. But the plus was, you were away from your sister.

Your half-sister was a full on piece of shit, now she wasn’t a piece of shit because she’s an addict (which is what most people assume when you say you don’t like your sister because then they find out she’s an addict and are like “well she needs your support”). Being an addict does not make her a shitty person because you know it’s a mental illness and these people need help.

Your sister is just a piece of shit, because her personality sucks. Not because of the drugs.

(a little author's note because I have Anxiety, addicts deserve all the help they can get and should never be put down for their mental illness. This sister just sucks, she is not a bad human being because of her being addicted to drugs. Okay continue)

You sister, Molly, used your father for his money to the point where even you had to intervene. She abandoned her kids to run off with some guy then had your dad come get her out of trouble, she has been arrested multiple times. She never takes responsibility for her actions and blames everyone else.

Part of recovery is taking responsibility and righting your wrongs. She on the other hand makes the wrongs worse by acting like a child when she is 30 years old.

So to escape her nagging and just the horrible mental space you get in whenever she’s around, you moved out to D.C. You went to the FBI academy, went back home to celebrate (which she didn’t come to when she was invited) and then you went back to work at Quantico.

All your anxieties about her left pretty soon after starting at your job. You knew she wouldn’t call you for help anymore considering you worked for the FBI, also met some amazing people.

Including your wonderful, beautiful girlfriend, JJ.

JJ had just gotten divorced when she met you, she was apprehensive at the thought of dating someone so soon, especially a girl, she’s always been bi but never dated a girl. But she woman’d up and asked you out.

Years flew by of you two dating, the kids loved you so much, JJ was shocked at how good you were with kids when to her knowledge, you were an only child. But, you felt guilt curdle in your gut for not telling her. So one night when the boys were finally in bed, you told her everything. From being the youngest, to dealing with your sister's addiction, your assault, your depression and anxiety, you told her the complete story. Every. Single. Chapter.

She had barely seen you cry, but she saw you bawl at this. She held you and calmed you down, you explained your fear of being judged for Molly’s actions because people might think you are the same to her just because you are half-sisters. You apologized for keeping it from her for years into your relationship.

“Yes, I wish you would have told me but not because I ‘deserve’ to know everything about your past. Because you were suffering in silence, part of being girlfriends is talking about things and getting support from each other. I love you, Y/N. That’ll never change.” She explained. “Also I want to meet your family, I want to meet the strong daughters of hers and be a part of their lives just like you are a part of Henry and Michaels.”

The next week you two scheduled a visit out there with the kids, you flew back to your home state, legs bouncing anxiously the entire time, she held your hand the whole way.

The visit went really well, your nieces were obviously protective of you because you were their mother figure while Molly was in rehab and countless relapses. You took care of them and they were very protective over their aunt.

But, they loved JJ and the boys, as did your entire family.

When you two went back to work, Morgan speculated that you eloped because of how glowy and light you two seemed. JJ explained that the two of you were just happy and got a mental break to yourselves.

Your nieces flew out to visit the next year, then JJ proposed the next week. Life was going great, until you got a call from one of Molly’s friends, “what’s wrong?” You answered, JJ looking up from the dining room table worriedly.

“Molly is with the FBI,” she whispered as if the FBI was listening.

Your stomach sank, “what do you mean?”

“..I shouldn’t be telling you.” “You called me Katy!” You yelled, your father's anger coming out. “What did she do that got the FBI involved?” Your phone buzzed again which meant you were getting another call, unfortunately this one was more important. You looked to see JJ on the phone.

Your thoughts went to the worse, Molly is at Quantico. But JJ was probably just talking to her mom. Her mom called a lot, yeah, that had to be it.

“She was running a drug scheme and got busted as well as several felonies.”

“Shit.” You sighed, “do you know where the bureau she’s located at is?”

“Some place called Quantico.”

No. No. No. No.

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The drive to Quantico was awful and anxiety ridden, JJ held your hand as she drove, the boys were at Will’s. You were calling your dad, telling him not to tell the girls until you know more because they lived with him. JJ explained that the phone call was Hotch saying the interrogation with your sister was happening and they wanted two of their best agents there. The buzzing during the phone call was Rossi. They didn’t know it was your sister, your last name was common, you’ve run into plenty of people in your line of work with your last name.

But you were told that you two looked similar, and they’re all smart but you know Reid will put it together before anyone else. Hell, he probably already has.

You pulled up to the building, there were a bunch of cop cars as well as other Agent vehicles. JJ didn’t hold your hand on the way up to where they all were, she didn’t want it to be obvious that you were in emotional turmoil.

You met them right before the interrogation room, you looked into the window, she looked horrible. Obviously, she was using again, she had all the signs, every memory from high school came back. Seeing her so skinny and malnourished from the drugs. Her hair was lackluster, it was flat and dull in color, her skin was deathly pale and had many skin breakouts due to how shot her entire system is.

Garcia filled all of you in everything she’s done. You already knew this though, Hotch gave you a weird look because you wouldn’t stop staring off into space (which showed your anxiety was spiraling bad). You also didn’t chime to help, you just shut down.

Hotch moved to behind you and touched your back lightly, “can I see you for a moment?” You two slipped out without making it obvious, you were sure none of them noticed but Hotch knows you like a daughter.

He shut the door to his office, “what’s going on, Y/N?”

You shrugged, “nothing.”

“I know you’re lying, did you and JJ have a fight that’s distracting you? Is your mental health acting up again?”

“No, God, No. And You know if we have problems we let them go at work to get things done.” You said defensively.

“Well, both of you are pretty closed off right now, usually you two never leave each other's sides during cases. You aren’t being attentive and aren’t chiming in. If it’s not your mental health or JJ, what is it?”

You bit your lip nervously, “that woman in there, she’s my half-sister.”

Well, it was clear he wasn’t expecting that, “It’s not in your file that you have siblings.” “That part was optional, I left it blank for a reason.”

“What happened?” He asked gently.

“She chose that life over her family, over her children. We paid for so many facilities and got her help multiple times. She threw it all away. I can’t forgive her for that.”

He nodded, “think you can go back in there?”

“I want that bitch locked away, Hotch. If you allow me to have that personal vendetta, then yes I want to go back there.” You said, determined. The fire in you igniting more. You would make sure she never saw her kids again.

He nodded and gestured towards the door, “lead the way.” -------------------------------------------

“I want to go in there to interrogate her.” You spoke, your voice void of any emotion, you got really good at hiding your emotions. Especially around her.

Rossi nodded, oblivious to the looks JJ was giving you, “sounds like a plan to me, you are the toughest I feel like right next to Hotch and Morgan.”

You smiled in response, it was light praise to you.

“Hey Y/N?” Reid asked.

“Yeah?” You looked at him, pushing a stray hair that fell in your face back.

“She looks a lot like you, and has the same last name.” He said gently.

“Yes, she’s my half-sister, Reid.” You said, looking at the entire team's reactions.

To say they were shocked would be an understatement.

“Are you sure you should go in there then?” Morgan asked.

You nodded, “I can do it. I don’t really care if she gets locked away. In fact, I think everyone in my family will be better off.”

Nobody said anything at your words, then Emily spoke, “go get the confession.”

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You stood outside the door, JJ came up and gave you a kiss, “you got this, babygirl.”

You blushed, then groaned, “great now I’m gonna be all flustered.”

She laughed, it made your heart lighter, “I love you.”

“I love you.” You said back, she kissed you again and walked away.

You waited a few moments to open the door, you could do this.

When you opened it, she looked up to see who it was, she saw you and gave you a confused look, “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“If you came to my graduation party, you would know this is where I worked.” You said, like she was stupid.

“I knew you were in the FBI at least.” “Considering all the laws you’ve broken, I wouldn’t have thought so.” You threw the file on the table, “I’ve already told them about everything you did to my family, to your children. They aren’t so happy and everybody here is dedicated to locking you away. You can’t play the victim card anymore.” You spoke gently, trying to keep nerves out of your voice.

“Traitor.” She hissed.

“Hm, you knew you had a relative in the FBI yet you still kept doing bad things, you also have two kids you left for a crime ring so I don't think I’m the traitor here.” You said sitting across from her, you ignored the anxiety in your veins, you wanted to fiddle with your engagement ring but didn’t really wanna talk about JJ with this woman.

“Tell me what happened,” You leveled her with a look, that same look that your father would give her, the ‘i’m disappointed’ look, she had some feelings, and that look usually worked. “Why would I tell you?” You shrugged, “I don’t know, you bragged about getting kidnapped before so I wonder what you’ll brag about now, maybe seeing the inside of Quantico, maybe how they tried to break you and you resisted.”

“They sent my baby sister in to intimidate me,” she scoffed, “pathetic.”

“Oh that isn’t my job.” You smiled, you were going to enjoy this.

“Whose job is it?” She deadpanned, not having any of your shit, but you didn’t care. It was too much fun.

“The prison guard outside who’s waiting to guide you to prison.” You shrugged.You could feel the ‘Hotch’ look through the glass for telling her so much.

But you knew how to scare her, how to make her feel like shit. Guilt tripping was the best, hearing her lies, it was almost comical at how ridiculous they were.

“Your daughters are doing great by the way, they stayed here with me for a week.” It was a great week, Hotch granted you and JJ time off to spend time with them and the boys. JJ even asked for their permission to marry you, she proposed the next week on your anniversary.

She sighed and looked at the mirror, it was like she was staring down your team on the other side.

You sat in silence for a few minutes, before she spoke. “I’m sorry.” “No.” You simply said, shaking your head.

“No?” She asked.

“Don’t say you’re sorry just to say it, I don’t want some apology, you’re going to prison no matter what.” You shrugged. You forbade your emotions getting involved right now. JJ and the team were working overtime to get this confession out in time.

“Bullshit, I am not.” She insisted, her voice going up a couple octaves. She was nervous.

“What? You think you’re just gonna walk out of here? You have several federal offenses.” You opened her file, “carjacking, credit card fraud and identity theft alone are going to be up to 30 years in prison.”

“There’s no proof.” She was just spitting stuff out at this point, she was getting frazzled. Her eyes, eyes that you both shared from your father, were wide and full of fear.

“There are countless video files as well as credit card traces and millions of other traces. You’ve been on the list for years it seems.” You said, your eyes scanning over everything, every single mugshot, or street camera shot. All the proof was in the folder, you just needed a confession.

“I know you deal, so just confess and we can both get out of this awkward family reunion.” You spoke, your head resting against your hand.

Her eyes caught on the diamond, “you married?”

“Engaged.” You said calmly.

“What’s his name?” You rolled your eyes. “You know I’m gay, why do you keep insisiting that I’m into men?” “Oh yeah because you were assaulted, got it.” She acted like she just solved the greatest mystery.

Your stomach sank even further, “Your ignorance is baffling.”

“Ignorance?”

“Yup, you criticize other people's lives and then once someone throws it back at you, you get offended. You are the queen of hypocrites.” you paused, “that’s what your drug lord name should’ve been.”

“..What?”

“The Hypocrite Queen, has a bite to it, doesn’t it?” You tilted your head, feeling her vibes out.

“What?” She asked, her voice trembling. She was scared.

Good. A dark part of you whispered.

“Sure it doesn’t have as much fire as The Bite. But it’ll do.” You said, nonchalant. As if discussing paint colors.

“How do you know about any of this?”

You smiled, enjoying her fear and the fact that you’re winning. “You know, I wonder what Adam Davis would think about all of this, or Betty Walsh, Allie Simmers, Jaden Carsdale, Julia Brewermen.” You named off just a few of the people her drugs killed.

“I don’t know who those people are.” Her voice was barely above a whisper and she couldn’t make eye contact.

You nodded, “those are the people you killed.” “Drugs killed them.” She clarified without thinking.

The door behind you opened, you turned to see JJ, “we need you in Garcia’s office.” It was a horrible lie, but you knew it was all done. You nodded, you started getting up when you heard Molly speak.

“What about family, sissy?”

“That’s rich coming from you, you are the same woman who abandoned her children for some dude you met two days before you left.”

“That was the addiction.”

“No it wasn’t, you did the same thing when you were fifteen, with a twenty six year old might I add; right before you got pregnant with your first born. You weren’t addicted then, so don't blame an addiction you use as a crutch to get through life. Being an addict doesn’t mean you are automatically pardoned from everything you ‘ve done, to me, to dad, to your two kids who are fifteen years old and already know that they never want to see you again.”

“What have I done to you?” She had the nerve to look heartbroken.

Manipulative bitch

“Tried to manipulate me to say I took dads alcohol when I was fourteen, I told you I was gay and you asked if I was gay because I was assaulted. You used my mom and your dad for money, you lied to us, multiple times about so many things that I’ve lost count. You hurt people for your own gain, you are the most selfish person I’ve ever met. You know, I went into a career where I deal with horrible people and now I know why I’m so good at it, because I grew up dealing with a horrible person that was close to me. Someone who hurt multiple people that I love-” “I get it, I hurt people-” “I’m not done! You’ve judged me my entire life and treated me poorly and now, I get to enjoy the fact that I get to watch you get put behind bars forever. You will never see your children again, you will never use our family for money, and people will no longer pity you.”

You walked out without another word, JJ was right there, she gripped your hand because she knew you needed the support.

With Molly locked away, you could finally breathe and feel free from her problems. You made all the necessary phone calls to your dad. Booked a flight to go and explain everything to your nieces.

JJ would be by your side through it all.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #jennifer jareau #jennifer jareau x reader #derek morgan #spencer reid #jj x reader #jennifer jareau x you #aaron hotchner #david rossi #emily prentiss

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myheartrevealedocs · 3 years

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Untouchable Ch 27: The Instincts (S4E6)

Warnings: kidnapping, murder of children, nightmares

Ch 26 | Ch 28

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It took a few weeks of just talking. About anything and everything with each other. But Spencer was finally certain that Lydia was his other half.

They were just so similar. It was eerie to him, because ever since he’d met her he’d thought she was everything he wasn’t: outgoing, brave, and impulsive. But in all the ways that mattered, they were exactly the same. Ambitious and moral and smart. And all his fears and anxieties couldn’t keep him from loving that about her. The good and the bad. They were perfectly matched in their passion and their stubbornness.

Eventually, Spencer had to leave for yet another case and it turned out to be far more difficult than he had foreseen. Upon boarding the jet, he’d fallen asleep, which was unusual enough as was. But he was woken up from a very strange nightmare by Rossi, who was concerned about him mumbling in his sleep.

He had almost forgotten entirely about his dream by that evening. The case they were working was a child abductor case. The unsub had kidnapped a 5-year-old boy and called the parents to torment them once or twice, before suffocating the child seven days later. They had just taken another boy, by the name of Michael Bridges.

Hotch had ordered Reid and Morgan to stay with the family that night in case they received another phone call. So Spencer and his coworker were drifting off on the couches downstairs when something caught his eye.

There was a door in the hallway parallel to the stairs. He could have sworn that hadn’t been there when they arrived, but nonetheless, he felt compelled to go check it out.

Quietly getting up, he walked over and found that the new discovery led down to a basement. As he stepped down, he reached for his gun, a sinking feeling coming over him.

The basement was for the most part empty. Directly across from the entrance was a washer and dryer, their bright white color standing out against the beige walls. And just peeking out behind the washer were two tiny feet with jeans and black tennis shoes on.

Spencer approached, but stopped short before he could see any more of the body. At the sound of footsteps, he turned and found Morgan and Rossi behind him. He didn’t for a moment question why Rossi was there.

“We couldn’t find any evidence of forced entry.”

“Why would that matter?” Spencer asked. Something was wrong. Everything about this was insanely familiar. He’d been here before. Seen this before.

“‘Cause it means he most likely knew his attacker,” Morgan argued, but at that point, Spencer had stopped listening.

There were strange lumps forming on his chest. Ripping open the front of his button down, he was horrified to find multiple leeches attached to his torso.

“Get them off me!” he shrieked. “Morgan, get them off me! Morgan!”

“Reid!” Morgan’s voice was fainter than he remembered. Morgan was right behind him, wasn’t he? “Reid! Wake up! It’s Morgan.”

Spencer’s eyes flew open and found himself back on the couch of the Bridges home, his arms crossed protectively over his chest. Morgan had turned on a nearby lamp and was hovering over him, concern filling his face.

It was the same dream he’d had on the jet. The only difference was the first time he’d woken up trying to get JJ’s unborn baby off the scene and this time, he’d woken up while covered in leeches. Reid didn’t believe in dream analysis… but why did it change?

“What the hell’s going on?” Mr. Bridges demanded, him and his wife rushing down the stairs.

“Sir, ma’am,” Morgan addressed, “everything’s okay.”

“You wake us up screaming and you think everything’s okay?”

“Look, I understand we startled you and I’m sorry for that.”

“You’re the FBI!”

Spencer ran his fingers through his hair. “You’re right,” he stuttered. “You’re right. I’m, just, I’m really sorry.”

Morgan watched him for a moment, seeing his shoulders shudder up and down as he caught his breath. Then he turned back to the couple. “Sir, please, go back upstairs and try to get some rest. It was just a misunderstanding. Everything is fine, I promise you that.”

Mr. Bridges stormed off in a huff, but his wife stuck around for a moment, shuffling her feet on the steps. “Are you okay?”

“It was a dream,” he said, then gulped. “I’m really sorry.”

“Was it about Michael?”

Spencer didn’t know. He hadn’t seen any more than a small pair of black sneakers. But for her sake, he shook his head.

“I’ve been afraid to close my eyes,” she continued. “I’m scared I’ll see him die.”

He opened his mouth. The words ‘Don’t worry’ died in his throat. They weren’t true. He didn’t believe them. The chances of finding Michael were so slim. So he stood there with his mouth hanging open.

“Ma’am, I know it’s hard,” Morgan interrupted, softly. “But I need you to go upstairs and try to get some sleep…” Her eyes never left Spencer. “Please. I am sorry for the disturbance.”

Finally, she turned on her heel and left, turning off the hall light as she went.

“I’m making everything worse,” Spencer sighed.

“Reid… these cases get to all of us.”

“I’m losing it in their living room. And I’m dreaming- I’m dreaming about dead kids and being covered in leeches.”

“What the hell is scaring you?”

It took a few moments for Spencer to phrase his feelings into a coherent thought. “This boy’s going to die and there’s nothing I can do to stop it.”

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The next day was the funeral for the first boy who’d been kidnapped. With the amount of remorse the unsub showed with his body, they figured it was likely they’d be at the funeral to show respect to the child they’d killed.

Hotch wanted Michael’s parents there as well. It was possible they’d recognize the unsub or even just be able to tell if someone was watching them. And the unsub… The unsub would definitely by watching.

After getting changed into dark clothing, Spencer went upstairs to look around Michael’s room again.

“Hey kid,” Morgan called, appearing in the door not moments later. “We’re almost ready to go.”

“You know, they’re right. Odds are we’ll catch the unsub when he dumps the body or when he tries to snatch another kid.”

“I know the odds, Reid.”

It was so negative. Spencer wasn’t normally a pessimist, but the whole situation was bullshit. It was his job to save this kid. Why couldn’t he just… just save him? “It’s weird. Some things never go away.” He stepped away from his friend to pick up something off Michael’s desk to show him. “When I was a kid, every boy I knew had piles of dinosaur toys.”

He set down the green tyrannosaurus where he found it.

“Not you?” Morgan asked knowingly.

“I had books and notebooks. My mom filled hundreds of them with poems by W.S. Erwin and songs by Bob Dylan. She liked it when I memorized them. She was convinced that they were watching us and writing songs about our lives.”

Where are you going with this? he asked himself. What is bothering you so much that you’re sitting here tossing around a six-year-old’s dinosaurs?

“Basements are the first part of a house to be built, right?” he blurted out. “So, if you’re having a recurring dream about a basement, kinda speaks to the core fundamentals of who you are as a person.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in dream analysis?”

“Freud’s been discredited, but Jung still has his merits… My dream? The dead boy? I’ve been having different versions of it since I was a little kid.”

“Hey.” Morgan made a few steps closer to him. “Have you talked to Lydia about this?”

“Why would I talk to Lydia about this?”

“Because you trust her,” Morgan insisted. “You love her a lot and I have the feeling she might be able to talk you through some of this. You know, no one would think less of you if you took a little time off to talk with her and get your head together.”

Spencer knit his eyebrows together. How would that help? It was a stupid dream anyway, wasn’t it? “I just want to find this boy,” he insisted, then stepped around Morgan and headed downstairs towards the car.

~ ~ ~

As Hotch handed the young Michael Bridges off to his family, Morgan was frustrated to see Spencer standing apart from the group, clearly lost in his own thoughts. This is what he wanted. They found Michael alive.

He wondered if it was a mistake to show him the Riley Jenkins case. Riley Jenkins had died at six, when Spencer was four, and many of the case details lined up to Spencer’s dreams: he was found in his basement, behind a washing machine, and lived in Las Vegas, very close to where Spencer lived.

“You know, this is about as good a day as we’re gonna get on this job.”

“I know,” Spencer mumbled.

“And yet you’re still thinking about a boy you’re not even sure if you really knew.”

His grimace didn’t reassure Morgan in his statement. “When I was four, my mother had a sense that I was in danger.”

“Reid, your mother wasn’t well.”

“I know facts about the case,” he argued.

“Reid, you’ve got a photographic memory. Odds are, you saw the story-- he was just a kid like you-- and it caught your imagination.”

“I don’t really think that you believe that.”

Profilers. He should know better than to lie to Reid. “You want to know what I really believe?” he mended. “I believe you could have done anything in this world with your life, and you chose to do this job. Your man Carl Jung says our unconscious is the key to our life’s pursuits.”

It took Spencer a moment to confirm that what Morgan said was correct. “Yeah… Yeah.”

“So, for whatever reason, that case was stuck in your brain all these years, and it not only led you to this career choice but to the same city where your mother lives, and for us to have the opportunity to save this child.”

It finally seemed like he was breaking through. Spencer gave him the smallest smile. But Derek knew that he wasn’t going to really get through to him. That’s why he had a backup plan.

“Like I said, this is probably as good a day as we’re gonna get, man. Enjoy your moment.”

Hotch appeared from around Morgan’s shoulder to join their group and Spencer seemed to think of something. “Hey, Hotch? Do you think it would be possible to wait until tomorrow to return home?”

Hotch looked down as if contemplating, then turned to Morgan. “Do you think you could find something to do in Vegas for the night?”

Derek didn’t try to stop the grin that was spreading across his face. Hotch knew that no one on the team would argue about a night off in Vegas. Especially not him. So the two of them wandered off, but as they left, Derek could tell Spencer was still thinking about Riley Jenkins.

Alright, plan B then…

Hotch gave him a questioning look as he pulled out his phone and dialed a familiar number, but Morgan didn’t care. The whole team could listen for all he cared, if it meant Spencer got out of this slump.

“Hello?”

“Lydia? When was the last time you spoke with Spencer?”

“Uh… he sent me a goodnight text last night? But that’s been our only communication while he’s been in Vegas. Why?”

“I think you should give him a call and ask about his nightmares.”

“He hasn’t told me about any nightmares…”

“I know. But he’s woken up shouting twice on this case so far. He told me about it, but I just can’t seem to help.”

“How do you propose I bring it up to him?”

“You can tell him I told you. He’s gonna know I interfered either way.”

“Okay… Thanks, Derek.”

“Good luck, kiddo.”

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75 Criminal Minds Prompts

Some of these can easily go very, very dirty, and yes I’m talking about Morgan and Garcia conversations and honestly would it be a list without them?

1 “You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you’ve really stopped to look fear in the face. You must do the thing which you think you cannot do. ― Hotch

2 “Life is a hell of a thing to happen to someone.”― David Rossi

3 “Destroying a book is like…destroying a whole world.” — Diana Reid

4 “Trust me, kiddo. I’ve been here before.” ― David Rossi

5 “I’ve always heard every ending is also a beginning. We just don’t know it at the time. I’d like to believe that’s true.” — Emily Prentiss

6 “He is the perfect man. He doesn’t hog the covers, and he poops in a box.” — Emily Prentiss

7 “Went on a diet last night. Lost 185 pounds.” — Dr. Tara Lewis

8 “Marital bliss followed by marital diss! Of course. Why didn’t I think of that?” — Penelope Garcia

9 “I don’t take kindly to being blown up. In fact, it kind of pisses me off.” — Derek Morgan

10 “You know, I've learned that, in the short time I've had the privilege of being a dad... it heals wounds, just being there for your kid.” — David Rossi

11 “What makes you feel confident?” “Statistics.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

12 “NAME , believe me when I say this, I've never known a normal day in my entire life.” — Dr Spencer Reid

13 “The number of pathogens passed during a handshake is staggering. It's actually safer to kiss.” — Dr Spencer Reid

14 “No one gets therapy these days without a healthy dose of medication.” “What are you implying, NAME?” “That everyone is medicated.” — Dr Spencer Reid and Penelope Garcia

15 “He/She doesn't give a damn about black or white. The only color that son of a bitch cares about is green.” — Dr Spencer Reid

16 “I don't know everything. I mean, despite the fact that you think that I do.” “I never said that. When have I ever said that?” “Every day since I met you!” — Dr Spencer Reid and Derek Morgan

17 “I never have any normal fans.” — Dr Spencer Reid

18 “Hey, Baby Girl, whatever you’re doing, drop it.” — Derek Morgan

19 “Talk to me, Baby Girl.” — Derek Morgan

20 “There you go, Baby Girl, that’s sweet.” — Derek Morgan

21 “Give it to me, doll face.” — Derek Morgan

22 “Hey, doll face. Ready to work some magic for me?” — Derek Morgan

23 “Hey, silly girl. I love you, you know that, right?” — Derek Morgan

24 “Hey girl, you’re on speaker. Behave.” “Or what, you’ll spank me?” — Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia

25 “It was once said that love is giving someone the ability to destroy you, but trusting them not to.” — Derek Morgan

26 “Hey baby girl, I need you to work that magic of yours.” “Rub my lamp, release the Genie.” — Derek Morgan and Penelope Garcia

27 “You really are afraid of the dark.” “I'm working on that.” “You should work a little harder.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

28 “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, pump your brakes. What is this about?” — Derek Morgan

29 “Oh, and if you hate sad stories as much as I do, you should leave the room right now, 'cause this is super sad!” — Penelope Garcia

30 “Enchantress of all things possible, use your imagination.” — Penelope Garcia

31 “My least three favorite words strung together: I don't know.” �� Penelope Garcia

32 “Hello, my pretties. I have seen the wizard and he granted my wish.” — Penelope Garcia

33 “She knew where to toe the line between right and raunchy.” — Penelope Garcia

34 “OK, let me get you on a secret: Guys, we don’t do well on subtle clues, OK? You got to be direct, straight up. Just tell him exactly what you want!” — Derek Morgan

35 “It’s who you are, Baby Girl. You see the beauty in everything and everyone no matter where you go. That part of you is never gonna change, and I won’t let it.” — Derek Morgan

36 “NAME, people need to know that they're important and sometimes you forget that.” — Hotch

37 “Don't you have something better to do?” “Than to annoy you for three hours? Hell no.” — Hotch and Derek Morgan

38 “I think, deep down, we're all capable of unspeakable things. Where it starts or what you call it, I don't know.” — Hotch

39 “NAME, this is the job, and I need to know that you can be objective.” “And I need to know that I can be human.” — Hotch and Emily Prentiss

40 “Scars show us where we have been, they do not dictate where we are going.” — Rossi

41 “You don't need to do anything you don't want to. Understand?” — Rossi

42 “Just be careful. That ego of yours is going to get you in trouble." — Rossi

43 “Somewhere along the line, I put myself first. I admit it, but I can't go back and change it." — Rossi

44 “It could be that, after all of these years, I rewrote history." — Rossi

45 “Time will pass and slowly you will find how much it hurts. And, maybe, you'll find something else to fill that empty space." — Rossi

46 “Where you headed?” “Nowhere in particular.” “How will you know when you get there?” — Rose and Gideon

47 “Only a man would waste $50 trying to win back that $3 stuffed animal.” — JJ

48 “This is my favorite part. This is where you hang yourself with your own tongue. So, please keep talking.” — JJ

49 “My father/mother believes that children shouldn't be shielded from the realities of the world. I do! Isn't that why we read them fairy tales in the first place?” — JJ

50 “Oh god, please tell me you don't have a crush on a fictional character.” — JJ

51 “You are the best ever.” “Aw, and you're the most perceptive.” — JJ and Garcia

52 “I once dated a guy/girl who washed his/her car more than he/she washed his/her hair.” — JJ

53 “Don't tell me what I want and don't want.” — JJ

54 “You do what it takes to protect your family.” — JJ

55 “Look, I don't speak smartass.” — Michael Russo

56 “How's it having NAME around?” “You can have him/her back whenever you would like.” Hotch and Garcia

57 “So, NAME, when are you and NAME walking down the aisle?” “Hey, whoa, whoa. Baby steps. Baby steps.” “When NAME says "I do", it'll be a national day of mourning for single men/women everywhere.” — Rossi, Morgan and Reid

58 “Ugh! This heat is brutal!” “You know, it isn't so much the heat as it is the humidity.” “At some point, it doesn't matter how you look at it. It all sucks.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

59 “Need a minute?” “So, so badly.” — Matt Simmons and Penelope Garcia

60 “Hey. I came as soon as I could. What's wrong?” — Matt Simmons

61 “We ask questions, and we come home.” “No creepy weirdness?” “No weirdness.” “Good, 'cause I'm about full up in the creepy weirdness department for one night.” — Matt Simmons and Penelope Garcia

62 “Ooh, what about this one? Sunny, two-bedroom. It's close to work. And it's in your price range.” “NAME, you're moving? You don't like change.” “That's true. Change is my kryptonite. But the apartment is no longer a sanctuary. I have a new neighbor. Window's right here. He enjoys doing naked kung fu. Some things you cannot unsee.” — JJ, Simmons and Garcia

63 “Thank you.” “For what?” “For being you.” “Aw, thanks. I don't know how to be anyone else.” — Emily Prentiss and Dr Spencer Reid

64 “When a woman tells a man about her feelings, she doesn't want him to fix her. She wants him to shut up and listen.” — Emily Prentiss

65 “I just feel I can't understand others' emotions if I don't deal with my own, you know?” “The best way out is always through.” “Too bad it's not always the easiest one.” “You're not kidding.” — Dr Tara Lewis and Rossi

66 “It helps if they think you're crazy. They don't argue.” — Diana Reid

67 “I don’t hate you ... I’m just not necessarily excited about your existence.” — Dr Spencer Reid

68 “There are many paths to the same place. Trust me.” “Just so you know, you sound like a fortune cookie.” — Hotch

69 “I’m always right. Also, you’re secretly in love with me.” — Penelope Garcia

70 “I just gave the bartender my number in Roman numerals. If he/she figures it out, he’s/she’s worth a shot.” — Dr Spencer Reid

71 “Shh, the adults are talking. When it’s your turn to speak, I’ll give you permission. Okay?” — JJ

72 “Hey, mama, tell me something I don’t know.” — Derek Morgan

73 “Talk dirty to me.” — Penelope Garcia

75 “Hey, don’t make me spank you when I get back.” “Don’t listen time him/her, NAME, he’s/she’s all talk.” — Derek Morgan and Dr Spencer Reid

#criminal minds prompts #criminal minds quotes #dialogue prompts #writing prompts #david rossi #derek morgan #dr spencer reid #emily prentiss #jj #aaron hotchner #penelope garcia #nswfish

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Reid and Max celebrate their first Halloween together.

He can’t help but smile with her by his side. Everything is better with her, even Halloween. He spent the afternoon helping her hand out candy for the museum’s Halloween celebration, and now she twines her fingers through his as he knocks on Rossi’s door. The older agent answers, wearing a suit with a red rose in his lapel.

“I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse,” Rossi says, gesturing inside. “Come in and join the party.”

“Vito Corleone, I love it!” Max says. Reid looks at her perplexed. “The Godfather?” she hints. “Really? Oh, we’re gonna have to have another movie date.”

“At least your girlfriend has taste,” Rossi teases, welcoming them both with hugs. Inside is a whimsical array of food, desserts, and drinks. The whole extended BAU family is present - Henry and Michael are running around in Spider-Man costumes, Garcia and Luke are dressed as Rey and Kylo Ren, and the Simmons clan seems to have covered almost every character from Stranger Things, with Rosemary as a baby Eleven.

Morgan finds them from across the room, dressed in a baby blue suit with a large gold necklace. “Okay, what on earth are you two supposed to be?” he asks, grinning. Reid wears a suit with an ascot tied in a bow and fake mustache. Max has a black dress and a feather boa, winged eyeliner, and headpiece covered in black feathers.

“Nevermore,” Max says.

“I still don’t get it.”

“Edgar Allen Poe,” Reid replies, as though it should be obvious, gesturing to himself then to Max, “and ‘The Raven.’”

“I didn’t realize I needed to brush up on my 17th century literature before coming,” Morgan laughs. Reid starts to correct him but is interrupted by the arrival of Savannah.

“Oh, don’t tease babe, it’s cute,” she says, punching his arm playfully. She wears a matching suit that’s bright pink, donning a long wavy wig and a diamond necklace.

“Well thanks,” Max answers. “You two make a fantastic Mr. and Mrs. Carter. I’m Max, by the way.”

“Savannah Morgan, it’s nice to finally meet you.” The two exchange cheerful small talk while Morgan and Reid catch up. It’s not the first time that night they have to explain their costume - not everyone shares their love for poetry, though Garcia and Tara identify it right away. There is plenty of merriment and laughter and sweets to make the night a wonderful reverie. They carve pumpkins and he and Garcia narrate a dramatic spooky story with gorgeous props and decorations Max has supplied.

As Rossi tries to get Hocus Pocus started downstairs in his home theatre (because of course he has a home theatre), he finds Max in the kitchen stocking up on popcorn. “Does it ever bother you?” he asks.

“Does what bother me?”

“That there’s so many things I don’t know. I don’t keep up with pop culture, I miss social cues, I’m weird.” He hasn’t missed the fact that Max makes sense of everyone’s costume and seems to navigate a party of people he’s known for years with an ease that took him ages to find.

“So you don’t watch hours of Netflix. That doesn’t bother me a bit. You know the things that matter. Like all my favorite artists, and how to make kids smile with an amazing story like the one you two just told.” Max takes his hand and places it on her chest. The silky fabric of her dress is slippery beneath his palm. He can feel her heartbeat quicken as she does so, though the rate of her pulse is nearly drowned out by the thundering sound of his own.

“Listen to my “Tell-Tale Heart,”” she says, smiling up at him. “I could never love anyone more.”

He grins in spite of himself. “Nor, I,” he replies. “Nevermore.” He leans in to kiss her, carefully dodging the feathers on her headpiece.

“Hey lovebirds!” Will’s voice startles them apart. “Are you gonna come watch the movie or should we just leave you alone up here?”

#finale minific

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DS9 Is on Full Display in Season 4

by Ames

Hot dog, season four of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine is all that and a bag of jumja sticks! The stuff at the bottom of our lists mostly isn't even all that bad, while the stuff at the top is seriously out of this world, and there's a lot of it! Was it the addition of Worf that really made things click? Was it the writers room shakeup after Michael Piller stepped away that nudged the focus to really engaging character work? Was it some alien muse whispering into the writers' ears while she ate their energy? I don't know for sure, but keep doing what you're doing.

And that all means that the season four lists that your hosts at A Star to Steer Her By have put together feature some really good shit. Our top and bottom three episodes of the season are below, and you can listen to the in-show banter here (wrap-up discussion starts at 1:17:53) with extra rankings from guest star James Rossi!

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Bottom Three Episodes

The baddies this season are mostly a matter of taste and weird writing choices that don't end up panning out in the way they were probably expected to.

“Body Parts”: Ames "Missed Opportunities: the episode!" There were so many better ways for Quark to deal with his impending demise than going along with it. And in the B plot, it felt like we started the Keiko-Kira pregnancy idea after it had already come to term. What a waste.

“Shattered Mirror”: Ames The mirror universe is confounding enough on its own, but there was just something about the mirror Jennifer Sisko plot that made this episode unsatisfying, especially when we remember that Kasidy Yates is back home at the station being a downright snack.

“Accession”: Caitlin Bajor gets weirder and weirder as the show goes on, and some of the decisions made in the characterization of their often backwards culture makes it really hard to give two shits about them. But don't believe me; I'm from a pretty low d'jarra.

“Indiscretion”: Chris The extremes in tone in this episode ended up being severely whiplash inducing. To move from laughing about butts and Sisko's pathetic commitment issues to the utter horror of murdering one's own child was... let's just say: It's a big step.

“The Muse”: Jake While we're big fans of Lwaxana in this episode (fight us, haters), watching an alien temptress manipulating poor innocent Jake Sisko just became too uncomfortable after a while. Pick on someone a much more appropriate age, lady!

“Crossfire”: Caitlin, Chris, Jake Shakaar sank from roguish desperado to whiny adolescent who can't stop fixating on his crush all in one episode. It all made for an otherwise sympathetic Odo story that dragged on blandly for what felt like forever and left us pining for a B plot (and how often do we say that?).

“Rules of Engagement”: Ames, Caitlin, Chris, Jake Objection! Can we just put courtroom sci-fi to bed at this point? Every one of us was put off by the entirely distracting film technique that propelled a fairly boring court case from disinteresting to downright unwatchable. This whole episode was out of order!

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Top Three Episodes

It was tough to limit our top episodes to three, so there is a lot of really solid television that just didn’t make this list. This season was really an embarrassment of riches, but here's the best:

“Starship Down”: Chris For an episode with a lot going on, this one really succeeds in giving each character something to do. From the really lovely Kira-Sisko moment, to Bashir keeping Dax alive, to Quark and Hanok defusing a bomb, each sideplot paid off. Not an easy feat!

“The Quickening”: Ames, Jake Julian has made amazing progress in developing from the cocky sleazebag of season one to the compassionate medical figure we see here. And this episode lets him do something you don't see a lot of Star Trek characters (especially the doctors) get to do: epically fail.

“Rejoined”: Caitlin, Chris Jadzia may have come along even further than Julian has, and she is finally given a story that really explores her Trill nature, pushes the boundaries of network television, and confronts taboos to tell a bittersweet story about love. Who knew she had it in her?

“Hard Time”: Ames, Caitlin, Jake We all appreciate the "O'Brien must suffer" episodes, and this one is crafted like a masterwork in psychological torture. Colm Meaney really delivers too, which shouldn't be surprising after all the other suffering we've seen him do, but he nails it every time!

“The Visitor”: Ames, Caitlin, Chris, Jake It was a dark and stormy night, and despite how cliché that sounds thus begins one of the best episodes of Star Trek all around. The acting of Tony Todd and Avery Brooks (and hell, Cirroc Lofton too) should be studied in acting classes, it's just that inspiring.

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The Dominion War is back on track so there's still a lot going on over at the station. Check back here for more from A Star to Steer Her By, listen to new episodes on Soundcloud, follow us on Facebook and Twitter, and be careful not to be replaced by Changelings!

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The Instincts

prologue

part i

It was too late to catch the train, so they used Piper’s bike. The whole drive, Piper acted like the night before hadn’t happened. Instead, she complained about how far he lived from the office. They finally pulled into the parking lot of the Quantico complex. There was a missing kid in Vegas and they didn’t have time so they planned to brief on the jet. Spencer noticed how different Piper acted with the rest of the team. Stronger. Braver. Not the woman who bared her soul to him at 3 in the morning. Not the woman who cleaned his apartment so she wouldn’t have to see the nightmares. He hadn’t slept quite right, so when he was the first on the jet, he fell asleep, case file in hand.

Spencer, Piper and Hotch stormed the house, guns up. They’d narrowed down the unsub to this house and searched the house in fluid formation. Spencer led the team down to the basement, then stepped aside as Piper moved ahead, letting out a wail at the little 6 year old boy that lay on the tiled floor. Are you sure it’s him? She just nodded silently, crying. Spencer heard the laughter of a baby and whirled around. A baby? JJ can't let her baby be at a crime scene.

Spence. Spence! “Spencer!” He jolted awake as the rest of the team stared at him.

“Sorry, sorry. I was uh...”

“Asleep?”

“Yeah, that.”

“Here,” Piper chuckled, handing him a cup of coffee before taking her usual seat besides him.

“We found a 6-year-old boy who had been abused and stabbed. Your baby was at the crime scene,” he nodded to JJ. “I was trying to get him out of there. Sorry.”

“It's ok,” Emily’s smile faded.

“You know, Reid, simple dream analysis... If there's a baby in your dreams, that baby's actually you,” Morgan prompted.

“Jung suggested the role of dreams is to lead a person to self-realisation through what he called a dialogue between ego and the self,” Piper explained. “The self aspires to tell the ego what it does not know, but it should.”

“That means...” JJ asked.

“Umm... the ego is how we perceive the self. So the self is trying to converse with the ego.” She still caught blank stares. “His brain is trying to tell him something.”

“Well, just say that next time,” Emily joked.

“Oh, if I didn’t have a hot cup of coffee in my hand, I would--”

“Whatever, I don’t believe in dream analysis,” Reid interrupted before things got violent.

“I don't know,” Hotch remarked. “It makes sense. The case we're working on and the case in your dream both involve children. Maybe your subconscious is telling you you want to sit this one out.”

“I don't.”

“Well, maybe you're just stressed out about going home to Las Vegas. Have you told your mom you’re coming?” Piper caught the question before he could retort.

“Guys, kid missing? We can analyse Spencer’s dreams later.”

Ethan Hayes was 5. 2 weeks ago, he was abducted out of his own front yard. His mom just ran inside to grab her purse. When she came back, he was gone. Police found his body exactly one week later in the desert. He was in a new change of clothes. His nails clipped. His hair was combed.

“There’s no sexual assault, a lot of remorse, and waited exactly a week. Why?” Rossi posed.

“Could be the unsub viewed the death as merciful,” Hotch suggested. “They did smother him.”

“They took care of him,” Piper pointed out. “I mean, apart from the death bit. It looks like he just fell asleep in the desert.”

“Who's the new boy?”

“Michael bridges. Yesterday, he set out to walk by himself to a friend's house a block away. He never showed up. The unsub called each of the families. But no ransom demand. It was more like taunts. He's telling them it's their fault that their child was taken.”

“So, we have an unsub who shows remorse and then projects his guilt onto the victims' parents,” Morgan summed up.

“And if we're lucky, 6 more days to find a boy before he's killed,” Hotch murmured darkly. “We’ll hit the ground running. Bishop, Reid, go to the ME. JJ, we’ll visit the families. Derek, work on victimology. Prentiss, you and Dave go to the disposal site. We’ll meet back at the precinct in an hour.” The team ebbed away from the middle of the jet.

Piper nudged Spencer with her foot. “Are you gonna see your mom?”

“Depends. You gonna tell me what your nightmares are about?” Piper glanced back at the team. “That’s what I thought.” Spencer slammed his file shut and moved to sit next to Morgan. Piper rubbed her face with her hands, then lay down on the couch, going through the file. Piper lugged her go-bag into the SUV and she got in besides him.

“They’re about you. But they’re different every time,” Piper stared out the window. “The first ones were after Hankel. I didn’t say anything ‘cause at first they weren’t as frequent, but now it’s every time I close my eyes. It’s...It’s like Groundhog Day.” Piper picked at her nails. “I kept reliving it until I started writing in my journals. If it was poison, I’d look up antidotes. If it was a stab wound, anything. And the more cases we see, the more creative my subconscious gets. It’s like my brain’s trying to convince me that no matter what happens...no matter how much I learn, or read or research or how many degrees I get...” She closed her eyes and breathed out. “I’m never going to be able to save you.” She sighed, leaning her head against the headrest. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to know that.”

“So, when we were at that ranch--”

“It was like my nightmare realised. So, we cool?” Piper tilted her head at him, pouting.

“How can I say no?”

“So, you aren’t visiting your mom?” Spencer was silent. Piper just bobbed her head. “Ya know, we never did go to that haunted house in Denver?”

“We didn’t see those caves either.”

“Hold up. You were gonna come with me? Huh.”

“Wha-- Why, didn’t you want me there?”

“Let me put it this way. When I asked Luce to come away with me to see them, she laughed and said ‘there are 12 amusement parks in Colorado and you want to see historical ruins?’ So I didn’t expect anyone to really be that...excited. Then again, you aren’t just anyone,” she murmured.

“Really?” Shit. I forgot you have bat hearing. “Who am I then?”

“Doctor Spencer Walter Reid, with 3 PhDs in topics I can’t pronounce, an eidetic memory and an IQ of 187 and yet still, somehow dumb as a bag of bricks.” He pouted and she ruffled his hair, laughing.

At the ME’s office, Piper snapped on the medical gloves, goofily smirking, as the examiner pulled out the body. “There was no bruising around his neck or face. I'm guessing he used a pillow,” the examiner started, ignoring Piper.

“Was there any sign of a struggle?” Spencer asked him.

“No, but he would have been extremely weak.”

“Why's that?”

“This is where it gets weird. He was noticeably thin. And both his stomach and intestines were completely empty.”

“He was being starved?”

“It seems that way.”

“So, what's the weirder part?” Piper asked.

“I wanted to determine if malnutrition played a part in his death. So, I looked for evidence of starvation ketosis by analysing some vitreous humour...” The examiner noticed Piper’s blank stare. “The squishy part of the eyeball... and I couldn't find any ketone bodies there.”

“Meaning?”

“He was getting nutrients somehow,” Spencer looked puzzled.

“Through an IV?”

“There were no marks to indicate that,” the examiner filled in.

“Any idea what else could it be?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.”

On the drive back to the precinct, Piper and Spencer discussed the effect the findings had on the profile. “So we know the unsub’s remorseful but they’re starving them too?”

“Not necessarily.” Piper thought aloud. “He has to be getting nutrients somehow. What if the kid was being force-fed tablets or something? It’s not exactly food, would it show up in an exam?”

“I don’t think so.”

Rossi and Emily stepped out of their SUVs, grumbling at the site of the unkempt disposal sight. “It’s those damned crime scene investigators. They all want to play cop instead of just being scientists and they end up trampling on everything,” Emily groused to Rossi as they slipped down to the dusty disposal site.

“So, he suffocates the boy at another location, prepares the body, takes him out to the middle of nowhere and dumps him.”

“Except there were no traces of the unsub's sweat on the boy's clothing.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Well, it's like 1,000 degrees out here. If he carried the body, then he would have gotten traces of sweat on the clothes.”

“So, he wraps him in something.”

“No fibres.”

“So, he took the time to change the boy's clothing and groom him once he got here.” Rossi glanced back up the way they came. “If he took that much time, he'd have to do it at night.”

“But you still run the risk of someone recalling your car once the body's found.”

“Not if you didn't have to park it by the road.”

“Well, you'd want to park a distance away from the dump site just in case someone saw the car and came to see what you were up to,” Emily suggested, pointing to the tire tracks leading away. “If you can drive out into the desert to dump a body, why not go in deeper, where you won't be seen from the road?”

“Because he wanted to be able to drive by and see the body.”

“That's why he groomed him. It's like he was preparing him for a funeral.” Rossi pulled out his cell, updating Hotch on their find.

| part ii |

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alexthepartyman · 4 years

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Fine Line

Chapter Two: Hold it, focus.

“I was teaching an in-serivce at the Baltimore field office when this came in,” Derek tells us as we walk through the house. “Baltimore PD’s seen some pretty grisly stuff, but never anything like this. We got two bodies ID’d as William and Helen DiMarco.” I look around, the house seems very antiqued. “Retired, lived here for thirty-seven years, no kids.Neighbourhood reports a white male, twenty to forty years old, fleeing the scene, and I quote, hopped up on those damn drugs.”

“Eyewitness accounts are notoriously unreliable.”

“So far, it sounds like a standard double homicide. Why are we here?” Aaron asks as we walk up the stairs and into the master bedroom. I note the blood smeared on the walls.

“Massive overkill.”

“You don’t say.”

“Helen DiMarco was found here, tied to the chair in front of the vanity. No defensive wounds. Ligature marks around the wrists, one clean lacertation from ear to ear.”

“She was either too weak or she knew she wouldn’t make it,” I comment. “But that is a weird amount of overkill.”

“Looks arterial. Probably the carotid,” Elle says. “At least she went quickly.”

“The husband, William, was found in the shower. But he wasn’t quite as lucky.” I look into the bathroom, noticing the shower floor covered in blood, dried blood splattered on the glass sides and door. Yikes, it looks like the aftermath of the shower scene from Psycho. This amount of blood outside of a human body makes me nervous. “Ligature marks on the wrists and ankles and one long laceration up the abdomen through both layers of muscle.”

“Evisceration - that’s typical of disorganised behaviour.”

“Despite all the blood, this crime scene shows method, order, control. I’d say it’s pretty organised.”

“There was also evidence of torture with the husband. Burns, contusions, lacerations. You name it, this guy tried it.”

“If torture is the unsub’s signature, the methodology is usually unique. A person who burns someone usually doesn’t use a knife.”

“So maybe he have more than one killer, or we have one killer with more than one personality,” Aaron says.

“We also have three victims. Blood on the vanity, wife’s body was found there, husband was in the shower. From the looks of the level of the ring in this tub, whoever was in it lost thier entire blood volume.”

“I’d say that about all of the victims,” I add, peering into the bathtub.

“Approximately ten point six pints.”

“Which means the victim was dismembered.”

“Pints?” I ask.

“It looks like our guy took all the parts with him.”

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“Okay, so I’ve got Helen DiMarco tied to the chair,” Derek says. “He probably killed her first.”

“To prove to the others that he had no mercy. Psychological torture before the physical pain.”

“Only there was no satisfaction from her death.”

“The death was too quick. Arterial, jugular, trachea, she died within seconds, especially with a cut like that.” I answer.

“The husband...with him, he took his time. There doesn’t seem to be any wasted effort, no hesitation on the unsub’s part. I mean, Gideon, look around. What he did...it’s a lot of work. We’re either dealing with a professional or -”

“A pure psychopath.” Uncle Jason stares blankly at the bloody shower. “Nothing more we can do here until the third victim turns up. I’m guessing there’s a connection to him.”

“He doesn’t want that victim identified.”

“Have Garcia go through open files in Maryland, see if any of the involve this level of torture.”

“Got it.”

“Have her check the surrounding states as well. If...the guy’s a pro, why do jobs only close to home?”

“How far back do you want her to go?”

“At least ten years. Guy’s no rookie,” Uncle Jason answers, walking out of the bathroom.

“Where is he going?” I ask.

“I don’t know, kid, but you should stick around here.”

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“Third victim was positively ID’d as a low-level mob guy,” Derek reports. “Frederick “Freddy” Condore. He was the nephew of the older couple. Body parts were found in seven different trash cans two blocks from the crime scene.”

“Were they able to completely reassemble the body?” Spencer asks.

“Killer didn’t keep any trophies.”

“Is there any evidence he got off?”

“No.”

“Garcia has a number of unxolved murders in DC, Virginia, and Maryland over the past fifteen years. Many of them have ties to organised crime, all different MOs.”

“What’s the connection?” Elle asks.

“Torture. Marks on the ones are consistent with the same cutting tool.”

“Tortured victims, most tied to organised crime...no signs of sexal sadism.”

“Hitman,” I answer.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re looking for a hitman.”

“No, a hitman doesn’t need to torture to get the job done.”

“Two things - Baltimore just forwarded a sketch of the man running from the scene, and uh, you’ve got some agents out there who think you’re poaching on their turf,” JJ cuts in, hanging Jason a sketch.

“I’ll handle it.”

“Doesn’t federal trump over local?” I ask, looking up from my book again.

“Come on, we’ll set you up in my office,” JJ offers, grabbing my backpack.

“Why?”

“Because you’re gettin distracted from your school work, and Aaron said you can’t be here if you can’t get your work done.”

“JJ, I can do my work, I promise,” I tell her. Kids don’t steal my assignments and cheat off of me for nothing, you know.

“So, we just going to drop it?” Derek asks as Jason comes back and approaches the whiteboard. I slip my bookmark in place and put my book away.

“These guys don’t know what they’re dealing with.”

“Our unsub is male, intelligent, organised, and methodical. He has the confidence of a man who’s been killing for a long time. Only victim removed from the scene is Freddy Condore, indicating some tie to him. Elle, you and Reid stay on Condore’s background with Garcia. Dig deep, see what turns up.”

“Condore worked as a supervisor at a scrap metal yard in Baltimore. It’s owned by a guy named Michael Russo, boss of a small mob crew. I’m gonna grab Hotch and go check him out. Jamie.” I nod and throw my bag over my shoulder, jumping from my chair.

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“Michael Russo?” Aaron asks. “Agents Hotchner and Morgan, FBI. This is our intern, Rossi.”

“What do you want?” Michael asks.

“Freddy Condore.”

“He didn’t show up for work today. He didn’t call, nothing.” Well...you can’t exactly make a phone call when your body is divided between seven trash cans.

“Probably because he, his aunt, and his uncle were murdered last night,” I state.

“Really? Too bad.”

“Yeah.”

“I can tell you’re all busted up about it.”

“Look, I don’t speak smart-ass, so you got something to say to me…”

“It was a professional hit. Either you’re in charge of your business or you’re not.”

“What kind of business do you think I’m in, huh? Look around. I’m in scrap metal. It’s all about recycling. That’s where the money is, my friend. Saving the earth.”

“You’ve got a big problem. You know, the mob isn’t what it used to be.”

“Ain’t easy always fighting for respect, is it?” Derek steps closer to Michael. “You always gotta fight for what’s yours. One of your boys steps out of line, tsk, tsk, tsk. You hit him hard, you make it count, right? Is that what happened to Freddy?” The man chuckles.

:Look. You got a case to make, run along, get your papers, and come back with the bracelets. Otherwise, I got a business to run.” The two men walk away from us.

“They don’t dress scrap metal,” I retort.

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Derek kicks the door in, and he and Aaron storm in, guns pointed. “CLEAR!” Aaron yells.

“Copy that.”

“It’s clear here.”

Aaron and Derek holster their weapons. “Morgan, this is weird. There’s nothing here.” I step into the room and look around, finding a barren home. “It’s like nobody lives here...guess he wasn’t expecting company.”

“Something’s wrong?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Look at this place. It’s an artifical dwelling...to match an artifical past.” We start searching through everything, and I hear Derek tapping on a wall, before a loud thud.

“Derek, what the - what the fuck? Why did you punch that?” I ask, peering up from the other side of the oven.

“Hotch!”

“Yeah?”

“We got a hot weapon. Jamie, get back.” Derek gently pushes me away as Aaron approaches us. He pulls out a towel and sets it on the stove, unwrapping it to reveal a gun and a cartridge. “Oh, no.”

“What? What is that?” I ask.

“It’s a Glock nineteen. And this round is standard law enforcement issue.”

“So you’re saying Baker’s an undercover cop.”

“I’m saying I did eighteen months deep cover, and this place has got all the makings of a crash pad.”

“That does make a lot of sense. You can tell a lot about a person by how they decorate their house and if you just have nothing...then they can’t figure you out.”

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“What the hell is wrong with you people?” A guy with a yellow tie bursts in, slamming the door behind him, I can hear him over my music.

“Sorry?”

“I told you, this is my case!”

“Alright, first of all, don’t shout at me,” Aaron says, rising to his feet behind his desk. I sneakily pause my screamington playlist so I can hear this whole thing. “And secondly, you don’t decide what cases the BAU works on.”

“You ran my agent’s gun through IBIS?” I look out of my periphreal and see Uncle Jason standing outside the office door with files in his hands.

“Cause I wanted to know who he worked for, and now that I do, I’d like to talk to him.”

“You don’t have him.”

“No. You don’t know where he is?”

“He’s missing,” the man says, sitting down by me and sniffling. Uncle Jason opens the door and lets himself in, closing it afterwards.

“How long?”

“Twelve hours.”

“Before or after the murders?” I look back to my book, scanning the words to pick up where I was.

“You think Jimmy’s a suspect?”

“Well, there’s a sketch of someone who looks an awful lot like him leaving the scene.”

“That’s because he was there. After. Look, he ran into a couple of Baltimore detectives, and they made him while he was with Condore. Now, Jimmy tried to play it off, but he didn’t think that Condore had bought it, so he wanted to go back and talk to him. When he saw what was left of the DiMarcos, he called us for a pickup. We showed up. He didn’t.”

“You think he ran?” Aaron asks.

“No. Jimmy’s too experienced to run without contact.” Contact, contact, contact, con...con...con-tact. No, that can’t be it. Con-ca...that sounds even worse. “If he’s not calling in, then someone’s keeping him from doing it.”

“Who’s Jimmy Baker’s target?” Uncle Jason asks.

“Michael Russo. We’ve been after the guy for three years. Jimmy’s been under for almost two.”

“We talked to Russo yesterday. He seemed genuinely surprised by the murders.”

“And you bought that? Let me tell you a little something about Michael Russo. The guy is a liar, and a good one. If he didn’t do it, then he knows who did. Oh hell, you know what? I’m wasting my time with you. You obviously don’t get it.”

“Agent Cramer, we’re not the enemy. Please sit down,” Jason says, blocking the door. Agent Cramer sits at Aaron’s desk, and Jason joins him. “We;re dealing with a very dangerous killer here...and we need your help. You know these people better than we do.”

“This guy - if he is what you say he is and he has Jimmy, did he kill him already?”

“We don’t know.”

“I’ll help you in any way that I can. You help me get this man back to his family.” I pull off my headphones and put my book away again, grabbing my bag to go hang out with someone else.

“If it’s any comfort, Agent...I knew he was lying. They didn’t dress scrap metal,” I say, before walking out of the office.

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“You’re gonna need a bigger board,” Penelope says, bringing in a cardboard box.

“Please tell me you brought some breakfast.”

“Huh. Trust me, sugar, you’re not going to want to eat when you see what’s in here. What is Jamie still doing here, I thought he had school?” Penelope asks, turning to me.

“Two day weeks for the rest of the month. Doctor wants me to take things slowly,” I answer.

“This place is not slow, Jamie. You should be staying home with your dad.”

“He thinks it’s good that I get out. As long as I’m with one of you guys, I’m fine.”

“How many more are there?” Derek asks Penelope.

“Well, I’ve gone back fifteen years, and there’s over a hundred.”

“A hundred unsolved murders?”

“Yeah, that we know of. And then there’s more coming in.”

“I can help bring in boxes,” I offer.

“Sorry, little noodle. You have to focus on school, and you can’t do any heavy lifting.” I pout at Penelope, who ruffles my mop of hair.

“Torture’s consistent. You know, we thought this guy might have been at it a while, but this many victims, Garcia?” Derek sighs. “John Wayne Gacy killed at least thirty people. This guy’s more than tripled that.”

“Yeah, but this guy gets paid for it. He’s a hit man.”

“No...he’s more than that. Not all these victims were mob hits. You know, my guess is that he started hunting when he was really young...perfected his craft...moved on to bigger prey. Garcia, look at this, there’s no hesitation in the wounds, one clean cut through flesh and bone.”

“Okay, so what does that tell us?”

“Most people wouldn’t imagine doing something like this to another human being, but this guy, he doesn’t even flinch. He’s got no conscience.”

“Is that psychopathy or sociopathy?” I ask.

“Sociopath. We’ve got ourselves a serial killer with the perfect career. Russo has no idea what he’s dealing with. I think we can shake him. Keep looking. Jamie, stay with Penelope and do your work.” He says, ruffling my hair and walking out of the room.

“Do I really get that distracted that easily?” I ask.

“Yeah, you do.” My phone beeps and I peer at it, finding a text from Cal. “Give the phone. Ooh! A text from a boy!”

“Penelope!”

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“Is this gonna work?” Elle asks.

“The beam is reflected off the pane according to the law of optics.”

“Yeah, the angle of instance is equal to the angle of reflection.”

“Uh-huh. Is it gonna work?”

“Hey, it’s me.”

“We’re gonna find out right now,” I comment.

“I need to see you tonight. I’ll call you from a secure line.”

“Apparently, it does.”

“Hey. Listen, you brought a lot of heat taking down Freddy like that...What - I’m dealing with the feds...Listen, meet me here at the office...they don’t know nothing...I’m dealing with them...stop being paranoid, Vinnie…”

“Bingo.”

“No. Vinnie.”

“Look for either VIncent or Vincenzo. Mob members are usually Italian, so focus on names of Italian origin...and keep it around Baltimore, look for a rap sheet indicating sociopathy to this level,” I ramble.

“Well, he’s got eleven associates named Vincent,” Spencer says, collecting files.

“No, make that ten. Vincent Cellito died last summer,” Elle corrects him. “You know, here’s something. What can you tell me about Vincent Sartori?” Elle then gives Penelope a look of surprise. “I was still drinking that.”

“Not only is this equipment expensive, it’s also extremely sensitive.”

“Don’t leave your coffee on the files next time,” I reprimand her.

“Vincent Sartori.”

“Currently doing six at Dannemora for racketeering.”

“How about this Perotta? There’s not much on him.”

“Can you get into those records?” Elle asks Penelope.

“Despite the fact that they were probably expunged, she can find the faintest echo of deletion and successfully re-create the file, thereby sending us all to prison for computer felony fraud counts.”

“We can make bail. Garcia?”

“Already in. Alcohol addiction at fourteen. Violent outbursts. Assaults. Once threw a molotov cocktail at someone sitting in their car.”

“That sounds like a party,” I comment, not looking up from my book.

“Several notations for aggression. He once scheduled a visit to an infirmary to gain access to a boy who looked at him for too long?”

“No hear, no remorse. Quick temper. And he was smart enough to stay off the radar as an adult. Paranoid personality. He could be our guy.”

“There’s absolutely no information on him as an adult. No driver’s license, no utility bills, nothing. It’s like he became a ghost.”

“Let’s just hope that they can catch them.”

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“This was all in his van?”

“Yep. The guy wasn’t exactly neat.”

“Classic anti-social personality.”

“What are these tapes?” I ask.

“I don’t know. Why don’t Reid and Garcia take a look, let us know, alright?”

“Yeah. Movie night. I’ll make popcorn.”

“I’m gonna join movie night,” I comment. “I’m not innocent, Derek, and I don’t need to tell you how.”

“You’re twelve.”

“Fourteen. In case you haven’t forgotten, I’m not like the other kids, either.” My phone vibrates in my pocket, and I pull it out to see an image from Jasmine, a drawing of us and our friends.

“Is that the boy?” Penelope asks.

“No,” I remark, typing back a quick ‘looks awesome!’ before tucking my phone away again.

“A boy?”

“Derek! It’s not a boy!”

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“You got that address?”

“In Glen Burnie like you thought.”

“Yes.”

“It looks like Frank Perotta died in a suspicious hunting accident with Vincent, he was seventeen, it was like, thirty years ago.”

“My guess is that it was no accident.”

“Well, you said he was looking for bigger prey, and it looks like he found it.”

“Garcia...you’re my girl. Thank you. Jamie, keep it up, get ready for school. It’s Thursday morning.” Derek kisses her head and then leaves, closing the door to the cave behind him.

“I’m gonna need, like, five energy drinks to get through today,” I groan, throwing my head back and taking a light spin in the chair.

“What are you even doing on my system?”

“Helping. I heard you say Frank Perotta and I just...did it. I’m gonna head to the bathroom, try to look like I haven’t been awake for the past three days. Gym class first thing in the morning fucking sucks ass.” I tell her, kissing her head and walking out of the cave with my bag on my shoulder. I stop at the glass doors to the bullpen, watching as officers take a man away in handcuffs, before stepping into the bullpen and heading to Derek’s desk, nicking his 3-in-1 from his go bag.

“Why are you stealing Derek’s...soap?” Elle asks me from her desk.

“Is he coming yet?” I ask.

“He’ll be a few minutes. What are you doing?”

“I was going to use the gym showers so I don’t go to school and people think I live in a cardboard box and then hitch a ride to school from Grant, but if you’ve got better ideas-”

“Come shower at mine and tell your dads.”

“I only have the one dad.”

“You mean Hotch and Gideon aren’t your dads, too?” She jokes. “Just come on, I’m headed home, anyways, I’ll take you to school.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I insist. Besides, Grant and Spencer are probably going to want some time alone.” I sigh and pull out my phone as Elle grabs her things.

“Hey, Dad, so I’ll be home tonight...I’m getting ready at Elle’s house this morning...the case just ended…”

“Make sure you eat, and tell Aaron and Jason where you’re going. How long was the case?”

“It started Monday morning, and I’m so...I’m gonna need a nap when I get home, we had to deal with the mob in Baltimore, and… I slept, I promise, I’ll make Elle get me an Egg McMuffin or something.”

“Alright, piccolo, just make sure you’re taking better care of yourself. I left yesterday to go to another signing, so go home after school and feed the dogs, and if you need a ride home, call one of yourr brothers or the BAU. And get a decent night’s sleep.”

“I will. I love you, Dad, I’ll see you next week.” I hang up and put my phone in my pocket and climb into the passenger seat of Elle’s car. “Let’s go.”

“You don’t eat breakfast. Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong!”

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sapphiresea · 5 years

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The Earp Expo Experience

Wow. The three E’s. This is why I’m never in charge of titling things.

This past weekend, I went to Earp Expo in New Orleans and a couple of people have expressed interest in reading about my experience. Since I’m currently in the middle of the post-con crash, I’m writing about it now to alleviate some of that with memories of how completely amazing it was. Because...it was. The cast, the volunteers, and all the other Earpers made it one of the most special weekends of my entire life.

My Expo began on Thursday, right from the start when I met a couple other Earpers on my flight from Calgary to New Orleans. We knew each other from previous events and the twitter world, but hadn’t actually planned to go in together until it happened. Let me tell you, flights are so much easier when you’ve got someone to share them with –– especially the stopovers! We even met a couple of UK Earpers in the airport in Atlanta who were really great to chat with.

Our evening was spent with a few other Earp friends watching the Raptors game in the hotel bar. Kat even walked by once on her way to another bar and asked how the game was going, and at the end of the night, her and Dom walked by us again on their way in and waved at us. Most of the time, we just spent chatting amongst ourselves, but as the game grew closer, we all started getting into it. Even our bartender started cheering for the Raptors with us, and I don’t think I’ve laughed or cheered so hard in a long time. I’m not usually a sports person, but I was so into it.

The real expo started the next day, though, with registration. I had to get up so early because I was curling my hair and dressing up as Waverly from the Big Gay Dinner episode. I looked cute, though, and I got to spend the time between registration and autographs sitting in a meeting room chatting with people from across the world! Not a bad way to start.

The first thing I did with the start of the programming was to head to the autograph room to see Kat. I had a Bernie tote that my friend Abbie had made holding things to give to people. The line was long, but even the longest lineups were pretty fun because you’re never just standing there in silence. You’re with each other.

I gave Kat a bag of Old Dutch ketchup chips and teased her that she was eating the wrong kind, so I was going to fix that. She admitted she had never tried Old Dutch and said she was so excited to dig into them and thanked me for bringing them all the way from Canada. I also gave her a copy of Portia de Rossi’s Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain because of our previous conversation, which she said she remembered, and said she couldn’t wait to start.

Friday and Saturday, I was asking cast members to sign my final honours thesis. I told them that I had a bit of a tough time getting through university for awhile because I had gotten very ill right in the middle of it, but that now I was going on to grad school. I said I wanted them to sign the thesis because Wynonna Earp had helped to keep me sane through all of it. Particularly to Dom and Kat, I said that meeting them at Emerald City Comic Con had really given me the inspiration I needed to get through to the end and that it had paid off because I had gotten top grades across the faculty and won a couple of awards for it. Their names were all in the acknowledgements as a result, as well as a thank you to the entire Earper family, and that’s where they all signed.

Kat, along with everyone else who signed it (Dom, Melanie, Emily, Dani, and Varun), said she was very proud of me and that I should be very proud of myself for it because it was amazing and congratulated me on all of it. Emily, who signed next, made such a big deal about it. She told me that I was breaking barriers for women in research and that I had an incredible story that she would love to read one day. Dom and Dani echoed Kat’s sentiments. Michael Eklund came over while Dani was signing the thesis, too, and she asked if he had signed it because she couldn’t believe she was signing someone’s thesis. At least I’m unique? And I’ll get to Varun’s response later, when I get to the part where we met, because his was probably the best.

Kat and I took three selfies (even though I’m only posting two here) before I left to see Emily. I also had a photo op from the Calgary Comic Expo for her to sign from last year’s convention. She’s making a pretty ridiculous face in it and when she saw it, she was like, “Oh my god! What am I doing!? I’m so sorry I ruined your photo!” I assured her that actually I just thought it was hilarious and that I love that picture.

I told her that I was glad to get to meet her now because back then I was still so new to watching that I wasn’t really an Earper yet. I told her that my dad and I started watching because the show was filmed in Calgary and we were both Calgary natives, which really excited her. We talked about the city for a bit and she told me that part of why she had been so jazzed about developing Wynonna Earp was that she could imagine just from reading the comics the potential to film in Calgary. We talked about the city a bit and she later said that since my dad isn’t big on conventions, we should come to set once it starts filming again. I don’t know if she really meant it, but it was so sweet anyway!

I also mentioned with my thesis that I was doing the expo instead of graduation stuff and she congratulated me on graduating. “I feel like I should get you something!” she exclaimed, apologizing for not getting me anything. As if I needed it. Bridget pointed out that she had beads on her table so she picked up a purple string and said, “Oh yeah. I got these for you. I went to Tiffany’s and got these for you,” as she hung them around my neck. The only beads I bothered to bring home from New Orleans. After we took a selfie, she asked if she could hug me, and of course, I said ‘yes.’

Next, I saw Dom. Her table was being a lot more rushed due to long lines, but she was still so sweet and gracious. She said it was really nice to see me again. I gave her a handmade card with a quote on it and a bracelet I hoped she might like, which she thanked me for and said both were beautiful, especially the card. She also asked to see the tattoo I had gotten of her writing from ECCC and smiled at the result. I love this tattoo like a lot. When she got up to take selfies with me, she also gave me a really big hug without me even asking, which was super nice. Kat had done the same, which was also great because I hadn’t gotten the chance to give her a hug at ECCC.

I had a couple photo ops after with Dom, then Dani. Dom’s was pretty quick. I had forgotten props at home for it, so I gave her rainbow sunglasses and we posed with those. Dani, I asked just to make a silly face. She asked for direction and when I had none, she said, “Just any funny face?” and I nodded. When I thanked her for the photo, she said she didn’t think I’d be thanking her once I saw it. But I did see it and I did love it, so I guess she’s wrong hah!

The representation panel separated my photo ops with Dani and Dom from my photo op with Kat. It was really great, but Varun totally made me tear up when he talked about Indian representation on television. I’m going to let the internet cover the panel, though, since I imagine it’ll be on YouTube at some point. My photo with Kat was also kind of dampened by my forgetfulness for props, but I gave her my cell phone and told her to hold it out of reach for me. She didn’t hold it all the way up, though, so I had to crouch a little to make the picture and it kind of looks weird? But I made it a meme anyway. Here’s the original.

Back up to the autograph area, I then went to see Dani. In addition to discussion of my thesis stuff, I also told her I loved Workin’ Moms and that since I’m Canadian, I was all caught up. I told her I watched with my parents, which made her laugh and exclaim, “You watch it with your parents!? Is that awkward? What did they think about the scene where I m*st*rb*te on the couch?” I just said that thankfully, I did watch some episodes without them. She thanked me for my support and I complimented her outfit before moving onto Varun’s table.

Similar to Emily’s table on Friday, Varun’s had a relatively short line but was taking a long time to get through because he was chatting with everyone for so long. When I got up to have my thesis signed, he wasn’t even sitting behind his table. Instead, he was stood leaning against it, and every time someone came up, he would engulf them in a big hug. He looked at me with a big grin and said, “I recognize you!” and I guess I kind of made a confused face because he added, “I think?” and we had an awkward conversation about how I’d never actually met him before. Oops.

The rest of the interaction was far from awkward, though. Varun is extremely personable and kind. He asked me a million questions about my thesis. Actually, most of the cast had questions as to what it was about and how to define words like ‘alexithymia,’ but he was genuinely interested in how I ran the experiment and measured all my variables, what populations I used, etc. We had a long talk about things like physician bias and gender bias in diagnosing disorders among other things. He said psychology has always fascinated him, along with meditation. He finally had to move on to some of the people behind me, but he gave me another big hug. The selfie we took was inspired by the one of Kat and I from ECCC because he saw it as my lock screen when I took my phone out and mimicked it because he liked it.

Although I was done with that for the day, I spent the whole of Friday night with a bunch of different Earpers, at restaurants and bars before taking a haunted tour of the French quarter with a new friend that was really fun. I stayed up way too late again, and thus became the pattern of the weekend. I’m so sleep-deprived, guys. I probably need a 12 year nap.

Saturday was a different beast. I arrived only fifteen minutes early and started with photo ops. A friend and I had a joint Unkillable Gay Squad photo first. Since we’re both academics and geeks, I brought my stats books down and we asked them to pretend we were teaching them stats. I think Dom has the best face out of everyone because it’s the face I get every time I tell someone I’m going into quantitative psychology. Kat was genuinely trying to read the textbook over my shoulder and when we were done, she was like, “Yeah, I understood none of that!"

An incredibly sweet Earper had extra cast photo ops. Since it was one of my best friends’ first convention ever, she gifted to us one of the cast photos. Another friend couldn’t find her party and was bummed to miss her photo ops so we pulled her into ours instead. Our plan for poses didn’t work because some of the cast were in chairs, so we told them just to do whatever pose they wanted. As I walked in, Varun made a point to tell me that he had been trying to explain my thesis to Dom the night before. So that happened. Crazy, honestly, because it means they were talking about me!! Madness.

Following that, a friend and I hopped into Melanie’s autograph line for her first signing session. We were early for it, but there was already a full line and overflow line, so we were the beginning of the second overflow. Everyone wanted to see her at once. I had to laugh, though, because while I was in line, I changed into my Lasagna Del Rey tee and realized that Mel was wearing hers, too. It was a long time before I would get to the front to point it out, but the time went fast enough. My friend and I met a couple other Earpers with Earp playing cards and we played a few rounds of Go Fish followed by Blackjack. We were also all fighting over who could collect the most Wayhaught cards. Good times.

Meeting Melanie was amazing. When she saw my shirt, she leaned back in her chair, putting on an offended face and exclaimed to her handler, “Are you seeing this!?” and proceeded to tease me about it. I had her sign the same photo as Emily and she squinted at her hair like, “What’s with all the flyaways there? Thoughts?” and then was like, “Oh, it’s because I had all my fake Wynonna hair in and was trying to keep it all at bay.”

When I told her about my thesis, I added, “And just so you know, it’s not a crap thesis either. It tied for the Outstanding Honours Award and I got a certificate of academic excellence from the CPA for it.” Eyes widened and she held up her hand to high-five me and exclaimed, “That’s how we Earp it girl!” So I was pretty proud.

She then pointed out the matching shirts to everyone again as she got up and whispered in my ear, “Did you know I was going to wear this this morning?” and told me to post the pictures on twitter because her boss needed to see it.

Immediately following Mel’s autograph session was my Earp sisters photo with her and Dom. I gave them big lollipops, which they loved, and as we started, Mel turned me to Dom and said, “She’s from Calgary! Did you know that!?” Dom looked a little confused, to be honest, but she was like, “No, I don’t think I did. The name’s Steph, right?” I nodded and she smiled, but before she could say anything else, Mel was like, “And she only went and wrote a thesis for us!” So maybe my masters should somehow incorporate Wynonna Earp beyond the acknowledgements and dedications. I have no idea how though lol. Also, as I was leaving, she pointed out again to everyone that we were matching.

A combined photo op with Dani and Mel was next. I asked them to recreate the distracted boyfriend meme and Melanie exclaimed, “Yes!” They asked me who each of us should be and I said they could pick whoever they wanted. Mel wanted to be the girl at the front and Dani went through directing the rest of the photo. When we were done, Melanie winked at me and said this was probably the best photo they’d done.

I had to run to an overlapping photo op with Dom and Kat right after that, so I had to change in the lineup back into the Equality shirt beneath my Lasagna Del Rey and put on beads and a hat before getting the rest of the props ready. Pride photos are a lot harder than anticipated! But I love how it turned out, and Kat really dug the tiny glittery rainbow cowboy hats.

I tried to get autographs from Kat and Dom again because I had giveaway items, but they ran too close to the start of Emily’s workshop, so I couldn’t. The workshop was so much fun, though. She asked that there be no recording so that content remains fresh for newcomers at future cons, so I’m not going to talk much about it. All I’m going to say is that it was really interesting and even more funny. Kinda wish she’d come teach my regular classes.

Aside from at Dani’s table during her signing, the only time I got to meet Michael Eklund outside of photo ops was actually on the sidewalk outside the hotel. I showed him my shirt and he hugged me. Sadly I was never able to make it to his table because I had booked myself with too little flexibility, and every time he was doing a signing, I was busy. Sad. I hope I get to see him at a future con because he’s super great.

Sunday started early with photo ops again. My first was a cast photo this time – the one that I had purchased for myself. I had a lot of selfie props and handed them out to everyone as I told them that I would be using this in place of a real graduation photo. Someone (I don’t remember which one of them) said that was a great idea and they all agreed. As I was leaving, they all cheered congratulations and clapped for me. I almost died, y’all. It was way better than walking across a stage.

Shortly after, I had another photo op with Kat to make up for the one I didn’t like so much on Friday. It did. She wrapped her arms around me and you can see on my face exactly how pleased I am with myself for asking for prom poses. She also asked to make sure I was happy with the grad photo and was glad to know I loved it. A lot.

I had a meet and greet with Dani Kind next, which was fun. That woman really knows how to make you laugh, even when you’re fsjdkfnkv freezing from air con being way too high. She told us about her campy new horror movie and talked a bit about Workin’ Moms and politics. I didn’t talk a lot except for the Canadian election stuff, but it was still super fun just to listen to her.

I left to get into line for autographs from Dom for the giveaway, but because she had photo ops to get to, our line was cut off while we were still in overflow. We were given post-it notes with numbers on them to indicate that we would be allowed into her line first later. I hopped into Kat’s instead, but a few minutes later, they did the same for hers, so I went to take a breather with a friend until my last photo op.

My final photo was with Wayhaught and my friend for her first con. We asked them to kiss our cheeks, and I think my face says it all. Amazing. Kat apologized for getting lip gloss on my cheek but it really didn’t even matter. I loved it.

Using my post-it from earlier, I went to Kat’s line first since her session was supposed to start sooner. Since I had both post-its, I and two others were allowed to jump lines when we were finished instead of getting into overflow. Nice.

This time, we took our selfies first. When she sat down and looked at the names on the stickies for personalization, she was like, “You’re getting them for someone else?” I replied to tell her a bit about the girls I was having her sign for. She particularly loved that Kylie had decorated her grad cap writing ‘Aphrodite made me do it’ and signed that to her paper.

I then asked her a bit about her experience going to Ellen Degeneres’ show, since she loves her so much (and so do I!). She got really excited and told me that it was absolutely amazing and hilarious, and that she had won a washing machine. I asked how and she said there was a giveaway and that she had also won a two-year supply of Tide. She had to sell the washing machine, though, since she didn’t live in L.A. at the time. She said if I ever have the chance to see her, that I should definitely go, because it was a real moment of seeing her hero live, adding that whenever she’s upset or depressed, she likes to binge Ellen’s talk show on YouTube or sometimes her comedy, which she also loves. I said I was a big fan of her sitcom, but she admitted she hadn’t seen it yet, and I told her to check it out some time.

Dom was my last stop, so I hopped into her line as told. She was moving a little faster, probably because she’s been so late at all the other cons lately, but was still taking time with everyone. She, too, took the selfie first this time. I told her I was getting these autographs for a giveaway for people who couldn’t be there and she exclaimed, “Oh that’s so nice!” I told her a little about the winners and she was jazzed when I said they were from across the globe (I told her the exact countries but just in case, to protect privacy, I won’t say where here).

I said that I had a random question and asked about her experience with the Spice Girls musical, since I loved them growing up. She blew out a breath and said that was a really big time for her, and that it taught her a lot, especially being part of a big musical that flopped. But, she said, she did get to sing with them on opening night and meet all of the girls. I said that was really cool and asked who her favorite Spice Girl was. She thought for a moment and said it fluctuated between Scary and Baby. I agreed that Baby was always my favorite and she said that she was definitely the nicest.

Also, while she was signing the second photo, she kind of paused for a second and looked at it and then said, “Oh, I just noticed that.” She pointed to a darker spot in the background of the picture and said she had never noticed it before but that for a second, she thought it was moving and that it was a bug. Then she said that her brain was kind of sdfsdfgdg (honestly, the only way to describe the sound that came out of her mouth is a keysmash) and laughed.

As I left, I told her that I hoped she had a great weekend and she said she hoped the same for me. I left and realized I had dumbly left my water bottle on her table and ran back to get it. I zipped back off so I wouldn’t interrupt the next person’s time, but I saw her turn toward me and laugh, saying, “Great job!” Oops... What is it with teal water bottles always being left behind guys?

I went to the cast panel with a bunch of my friends and I think just about the whole room was in tears by the end of the closing ceremonies. Again, I’ll leave those for YouTube. The best parts are already online, anyway, but it was really cool to see it live.

The con was over, but some Earpers posted later in the night that they were having a viewing party in one of the conference rooms on the second floor, so my friend and I went down to join. It was so much fun watching with other Earpers. We played the pilot and then went down a rabbit hole of Wayhaught, including playing the cheerleading scene on repeat. My favorite quote, though, was when we were watching them kiss in 2x02 at the end, when they’re making up. Someone asked an Earper who was hard of hearing if they could hear and they answered, “No.” She said, “Oh, let me pause and put on subtitles,” and they responded, “I didn’t say I needed to hear it to enjoy it.” Wow. Mood.

Monday morning was check out and Dom was in the lobby. She was on her phone and people were looking but no one was bothering her. I went to the desk to check out and Varun appeared at the desk next to me to check out too. He got to talking to my friend who was with me about my thesis (!?) and when I was done checking out, I joined them. He said he and Dom were about to go on a swamp tour and he had to go but that he hoped to see us again at future cons and that it was nice meeting us. That guy really is the sweetest.

Anyway, now I’m home. And a bit sad. But mostly just overwhelmed for love for this cast and for Earpers. I didn’t put as much in here as I could about the atmosphere of the event. So inclusive and kind. Everywhere I turned, I made a new friend. I was always talking to someone, and often those were people I had never met before. There was so much laughter, so much bonding. So many generous, amazing souls. I can’t wait for EH Con and to see them again. I love this family with all my heart. Any sadness I feel came from a place of great joy, and knowing this community is still out there even if we’re not together is so comforting. I love Earpers with my whole freakin’ heart.

#wynonna earp cast #earp expo 2019 #melanie scrofano #kat barrell #dominique provost chalkley #varun saranga #emily andras #dani kind #personal #but feel free to rb if you want to for whatever reason idc.#face

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ssimagines · 7 years

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Reid’s Monster: Epilogue|| Spencer Reid

NOT MY GIF

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Word Count: 1651

Summary: Epilogue. The rest of their lives

Warnings: Halloween Oriented triggers, Frankenstein triggers, HALLOWEEN THEMES, scar, FLUFFFFFFFFFFFF

Long Note: Just so you know I know halloween can be triggering, please don’t read if you have a problem with halloween or scars. Thought these are necessarily very ready triggers at this point they can still be triggering.

This is sorta based off an imagine series for Andy Biersack that I read two years ago and I would like to credit the author so thank you No-love-for-the-sick. This is a variation on your idea, but I am trying to put my own spin on it.

I look how good I did about posting!!

I know in the gif it says it’s a boy and their baby is a girl, but Spencer with Baby was too precious to pass up.

Last part! give the rest of the parts some love if you haven’t. I will taking requests again. I might even do a 3 part mini series for the Christmas holiday depending on the response I get! let me know!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Masterlist

You laid in the hospital bed tired beyond belief. You had fallen asleep shortly after you gave birth to your baby, but it hadn’t lasted long nor had it really helped you all that much. You opened your heavy eyelids to be greeted by the sight of your boyfriend holding your baby girl in his arms.

When Spencer saw your eyes open, he smiled at you brightly. He titled the head of your infant daughter up so you could see her beautiful potato like face. A lazy drug riddled smile graced your lips as you looked at the baby in front of you.

“Say hi to mommy,” Spencer said. The little girl in his arms was wrapped snuggly in the baby blue blanket that Penelope had knitted for her. Her head was the only thing that peaked out of the blanket and a tuft of brown hair peaked out around the hat that JJ had bought for her.

You reached out to Spencer and your daughter beaconing him to bring her closer to you. Spencer brought her and set her in your arms. You scooted over on the bed so that Spencer could join you. He laid down on his side beside you and let an arm wrap around your shoulder. You leaned your head against his chest and looked down lovingly at the small child in your arms.

“How long have it been asleep?” you asked.

“Only about two hours,” Spencer said. He brought an arm to rest against your arms around your child. He held you while you held her.

“Has the team come by?” you asked.

You had gone into labor in the middle of the night last night. You remember Spencer calling JJ in the middle of the night. You were in the early stages of labor all through the rest of the night. When morning came, Spencer had to call into work alerting the rest of the team of your baby’s birth.

“At least one of them has been here since this morning,” Spencer said. “They’ve been coming in shifts. I think Rossi is here now, but I haven’t left our little girl’s side since she was born.”

“You’re a good father, Spencer,” you whispered softly.

The newborn in your arms yawned opening her small mouth wide. You smiled at the baby in your arms.

“I think I know what we should name her,” you said softly as the baby started to open her eyes.

“And what’s should her name be?” Spencer asked.

“Rosaline Diana Reid,” your voice was soft as you ran a finger gently down the side of the child’s face. “After JJ’s sister and your mother. We could call her Rosie like we talked about,

“I like it,” Spencer said smiling. “Hi Rosie, your mommy and I love you.”

You looked to your boyfriend with a wide smile and placed a kiss on his lips. Your family was whole now.

It had been a year since Spencer and your daughter was born. You were sitting down waiting to give your daughter her first birthday cake. You had seen a video on the internet where a mother on her child’s first birthday gave them a cake to destroy, and you had to decide to do the same. JJ thought it was a great idea, and now you were in the middle of waiting for Spencer with the cake.

“Spencer,” you called.

“Coming, Coming,” Spencer called back as he slowly made his way into the dinning room carrying the purple cake that you had made earlier that day. You smiled at the goofy man as your daughter banged her hands happily on the tray of her high chair. She had seen her father and that had caused your sweet girl to fill with excitement.

All at once everyone in the room started to singing happy birthday. You looked around the room as you sang a smile on your face. A little over two years ago, you were nothing you were spare parts of dead people as weird as that sounds. You had come a long way since them. Now you were celebrating your daughter’s first birthday with the man that you loved and a family that you had made. It all seemed so unreal.

“Happy Birthday dear Rosie,” everyone sang. Spencer put the cake down in front of your child. The little brunette girl wasted no time grabbing on to the cake as the song finished.

Everyone watched for a moment as she started to flip cake all over. Eventually, they all returned to their conversations. Spencer came and sat on the other side of your daughter’s high chair.

“Can you believe we made this,” you said in awe of the child. Spencer chuckled.

“Honestly, no,” he responded. “I would have never guessed this would be my life three years ago, but I could not be happier with the way that it has turned out.”

You looked lovingly at your boyfriend. He was still looking at the little girl who was engrossed with the mess of cake. Your eyes drifted to the baby. She had already gotten a good chunk of it in her hair. She had figured out it tasted good as she was now showing her hand in her mouth greedily.

“Y/N,” Spencer said. You turned back to see him in front of you down on one knee. Your hand shot up to your mouth. You knew what this was. The room had fallen silent as everyone watched. Spencer took a small velvet box out of his pocket and opened it up for you to see. It was a simple solitaire diamond. It was plain, but you loved it.

“Y/F/N, you are the best thing that happened to me. When you came into my life two years ago, I knew that you were the love of my life. Now we have the most beautiful little girl who is just my whole world. I love you so much for this life that you’ve given me, so will you marry me?”

“Yes Spencer of course,” you wasted no time responding throwing your arms around his neck. There was clapping from the people in attendance, but you didn’t hear them. You were to caught up in the man you loved. Spencer put the ring on your finger and was about to kiss you when cake hit both of your face.

There was a small giggle from the little girl as both her parents turned to look at her.

“Mama,” she said laughing. A large smile spread across both your faces.

You and Spencer had opted for a long engagement. You liked the idea of being engaged, and it had been amazing to have the time to adjust to the idea.

Now you were standing in the bridal room of the small venue looking at your dress in the mirror. You looked beautiful, but something was keeping you in the small room.

JJ walked in carrying Rosie in her arms. Rosie was now a little over two and was carrying the basket with rose petals in it. She was your flower girl and looked so cute in the satin pink dress. JJ was wearing a matching colored dress that looked really good on her.

“Are you ready?” JJ said. You looked at her reflection not knowing how to respond.

“Mommy marry Daddy now,” Rosie said with a large smile. Her baby teeth on full view. You smiled at your little girl and took a deep breath.

“Ready,” you said turning to the girls.

“Then let’s go before Reid gets scared that you aren’t coming,” JJ said.

You laughed at her joke and followed he out of the dressing room. Garcia handed you and JJ your bouquets and got Rosie ready for her entrance. Rossi offered you his arm which you gladly took.

You had asked him to walk you down the aisle. The tears in his eyes at that moment answered your question. Now you were grateful that the man you considered a father was here next to you. Rosie started down the aisle followed by Garcia and then JJ leaving just you and Rossi.

“You look beautiful,” Rossi whispered into your ear.

“Thank you,” you said. “for everything.”

“Of course,” he said patting your hand that was wrapped around his arm. Together you started your walk down the aisle.

Spencer was dancing with Rosie on the dance floor as you sipped some water. You were exhausted and your feet hurt, but you were having so much fun with all the people you loved by your side.

“Mommy join,” Rosie called from her father’s arms. JJ was beside them dancing with Henry and Will was dancing with Michael. Garcia was also on the dance floor just having a ball. You smiled and went over to join your family.

Together the three of your danced happily to some song that was apparently popular now. Spencer would spin Rosie every once and a while causing her to let out joyful laughter.

When the song slowed down, Luke requested to dance with Rosie. She gladly accepted the offer from her favorite uncle. She had a small crush on him and you couldn’t blame her. Both you and Spencer had agreed that Luke Alvez was one handsome man.

“Can I have this dance, Mrs. Reid?” Spencer said offering you his hand.

“Of course, Dr. Reid,” you said taking his hand. Spencer pulled you into him as you moved slowly together to the music. You rested your head on your husband’s shoulder with a smile that stretched from ear to ear.

You looked around the room at all the people who were here with you from Diana to JJ to your daughter. This was it. This was your family. You might not have been brought into this world a conventional way, but you wouldn’t trade a second of your life for anything.

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beware-of-you-98 · 4 years

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Domestic JJ x Emily During the Fall

☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

Coincidentally, fall is both Emily and JJ’s favorite season

JJ likes how pretty DC looks during the fall

Her block is covered in trees with leaves of varying shades of orange, red and yellow

And the cherry blossoms are in full bloom, so the sidewalks are often covered in a liter of colorful leaves and bright pink petals

Emily likes fall simply because she can wear her suburban lesbian turtlenecks without people staring

(If she wears her turtlenecks in 90+ degree weather, that’s her business, okay?)

She likes the cool mornings and nights

She likes the whole fall aesthetic (something about the warm colors constantly around during the season makes everything seem oddly domestic and homey)

Emily is always cold no matter what season, but she’s always so comfortable in fall because she can tuck her hands into her sweaters (or coats if she wears them overtop of her outfit) and wear thicker, warmer pants to the office

She can wear her fuzzy socks to bed!!!

And, yes, as soon as the season changes from summer to fall, she’s in her favorite pair

JJ still wears short sleeved shirts or skirts, much to her girlfriend’s disbelief

(She always insists she won’t get cold, but somehow always ends up in Emily’s jacket or working at her side by the end of the day)

(Emily starts wearing hoodies to bed and drops them off at JJ’s office for her to wear when she does get cold)

(It always puts a huge smile on her face when it’s nearing the end of a long work day and she gets a glimpse of JJ in one of her oversized hoodies)

(It’s certainly worth the amount of teasing she recieves from Derek and Spncer for being “whipped”)

JJ loves wearing Emily’s hoodies

She knows it’s so cliche, but they smell like her girlfriend and it comforts her

(If someone were to ask JJ to describe it, she would say that Emily smells like home, sweet and familiar)

Emily will never, and I mean never admit this out loud, but she loves pumpkin spice drinks and treats

She never drinks coffee, but one of her weaknesses is definitely a PSL from Starbucks

JJ brings her one every few days, leaving it on her desk in a travel mug covered in cartoonish ghosts

JJ likes warmed apple cider with cinnamon

Emily figures this out early on in their relationship and learns how to make JJ’s favorite cider from scratch

Yeah it’s a huge pain in the ass and she swears she can still smell apples weeks later

And fresh cinnamon sticks are hard to come by during the fall because everyone and their mother must buy them in bulk because no store within 25 miles has any

(Emily ends up borrowing some off of Rossi, though, so it works out in the end)

Besides the end result is amazing

It makes JJ happy and really that’s all Emily cares about

(Her favorite mug to drink it from is a present from Emily with a cartoony jackolantern printed on the ceramic with the words “let’s get lit” underneath)

(She blames the mom in her for loving the awful pun so much, but really it’s because it’s so cheesy and Emily gets a kick out of it)

The first fall Emily spends is just with JJ and Henry and she’s very perplexed when the two start piling up the fallen leaves on the ground and then jumping into them

She doesn’t get it (she never really got to do things like that as a child)

JJ’s like “nope, unacceptable” and persuades Emily to jump in a huge pile of leaves

Emily feels like a fucking child after diving into a pile of dead leaves, but JJ and Henry’s giggles are infectious and what the hell it’s fun

They jump in leaves for hours, only going inside when their noses and cheeks are red from the cold

Emily gets them all a glass of steaming apple cider (Henry’s excited because he gets to use a grown up mug)

Then they all snuggle on the couch, JJ tucked up against Emily’s side with Henry squished between them both, and turn on Halloween movies

Henry’s favorite is ParaNorman or Hotel Transylvania

Emily’s is The Nightmare Before Christmas (she knows the words to every single song)

And, sue her, but JJ’s favorite is Halloweentown

She thinks it’s absolutely adorable and she’s always excited when it’s on

(Only the first one, though)

(JJ was not a fan of Return to Halloweentown)

(When Michael is old enough to form his own opinions and thoughts, Halloweentown also becomes his favorite movie)

She and Emily don’t really watch the horror movies that air during the Halloween season (they see enough real gore in their line of work, and that’s more than enough thank you very much)

Once they try to watch Final Destination 2 but end up switching the channel within the first few minutes

The concept is too ridiculous and the gore is too in your face for either of them to stomach

(Besides, Emily is really weirded out that the main character in the movie looks exactly like JJ if she were a brunette)

(JJ doesn’t see the resemblance)

Honestly, if you were to ask them what their favorite thing about fall is, both would immediately answer that it means a new season of Halloween Wars

The perfect way to end their week is cuddling up on the couch under a thick quilt with glasses of wine while watching The Cooking Channel

(They’re both completely in awe at how the artists and bakers create such amazing displays out of just pumpkins and sugar)

They often conflict on who they want to win (neither one of their picks has ever even made it to the final three, much to both of their dismay)

(And, yeah okay, maybe they both only watch Halloween Wars so they can come up with unique ideas when they carve their own pumpkins)

JJ’s pumpkins are always super cute and simple, but she makes use of all the pumpkin scraps to create whiskers or ears

Emily’s visions for her pumpkins are always way too ambitious, so she always ends up with a pumpkin carved all to hell with no decernable shape to her carving

(One time, JJ helps her carve a witch into her pumpkin and she’s so happy and so proud of it that she leaves it on the porch for weeks and weeks afterwards)

They both love helping the boys with their pumpkins

One time, JJ and Emily hold a friendly competition to see which team comes up with the more creative pumpkins (youngest vs oldest, so JJ’s with Michael while Henry teams up with Emily)

JJ and Michael make pirate pumpkins

(Michael gives his pumpkin an eyepatch and a “gold” tooth)

(it’s honestly adorable)

(JJ’s pumpkin has a “parrot” except she couldn’t find a toy bird that would work for her so it’s an orange worm on a string)

Emily and Henry make their pumpkins look like the teenage mutant ninja turtles

(Henry’s is Donatello and Emily’s is Leonardo)

And, well honestly, no one can pick which team did a better job so they all decide that their reward is four amazing pumpkins

(JJ’s porch definitely looks a lot cooler when she puts the pumpkins out for Halloween)

The best moments are honestly the ones where they all gather out on the porch swing, snuggled up together and drinking warm cider, or eating freshly baked cookies, as the sun sets

JJ and the boys practically smother Emily so that she’s never cold

It’s sometimes uncomfortable as hell, but Emily never complains because she’s content to just be with the people she loves the most

#criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #jj x emily #emily x jj #jemily #jemily family fluff #jemily fluff 🥺#they be-> adorable #i’m so soft #i love them 🥺🥺#you know that episode of the suite life where everyone is telling ashley tisdale she doesn’t look like ashley tisdale?#that’s jj watching final destination 2

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literallyprentissstwin · 7 years

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Here to help! - pt.6

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5 masterlist

Characters: Spencer Reid, Y/N Y/L/N, the team, Soraya, Michael (only mentioned), Lucas and Linda (co-workers), Mila

Warnings: angst, talk about harassment, time jump

Summary. Spencer gets more and more confused about Y/N´s behaviour while Y/N is still looking for a way out.

A/N: i´m so sorry that this got so long :D i hope you´ll like it tho :)

Y/N was driving around all night trying to get her mind straight again. She understood that Spencer was just worried, but why did he need to ask so many questions to which she did not know an answer? Okay, actually, she knew the answers, she just could not say them out loud because it would make things real and more people would start to ask questions which would be worse than Reid´s and she did not know if she could take it.

It was already 1am and Y/N did not know where to go. She could not return home right now. He would immediatley start to interrogate her again. So she drove to the only person she knew who would be awake at such a cruel night time on a work day. When she arrived at Soraya´s apartment, she parked her car on her driveway before she got out and silently walked into the apartment complex. When she arrived at her front door, she knocked waiting for her best friend to open up.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?! It´s 1 in the morning!”, Soraya wondered.

“Spencer and I had a fight and I did not know where to go.”, Y/N answered shyly. Soraya gave her a sympathetical smile before she let her inside her apartment.

“What happened?”, her best friend wanted to know as she walked to the kitchen to get them both a cup of coffee. Y/N waited for the woman to come back to the living room where she quickly thanked her for the hot liquid before she started to explain.

“Well...Spencer came back from a case tonight, we had dinner and everything was going fine until we started watching a move, I got startled and flinched away when he put his arm around me. I got up and told him I was fine. Then he suddenly saw a bruise, which is actually pretty normal, and I told him I got it at work which he did not believe. He started to profile me and you know I hate when he does that. He said I had changed and asked if something was going on. I don´t know...I just snapped and told him to back off. And then I ran and drove around DC. I did not want to go back home right now.”, Y/N said as Soraya carefully listened.

“Is something going on?”

“Excuse me?”

“I asked if something is going on. I mean Spencer would not be that resistent if he did not know that something was going on.”

“Come on, not you too.”, Y/N groaned.

“Y/N, you don´t have to be a profiler to see that something is bothering you. It´s not good to bottle things up.”

“I know that...”

“Is it Michael?”, Soraya suddenly asked.

“W-Wha-at?”, Y/N stottered, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and dizzy at the mention of that name.

“I noticed the tension between the both of you and did you think that I forgot the incident at the break room a while ago? He was really mean and rough towards you. Did he threaten you? You know you can tell me anything.”

Y/N sighedd and thought for a minute. She really could use someone to talk to but if Y/N would tell her what happened she would for sure tell Reid about it. Did Soraya need to know the wholw truth? Y/N gathered up all her courage before she began to speak.

“Yeah..Michael and I...we had some misunderstandings and difficulties. I feel like ever since Spencer came in my life, he changed. Like we used to be really close friends, but now he is acting so weird and he keeps telling me that he loves me and that he is the one who´s supposed to be with me. I try to ignore him as much as I can, but it´s hard because he´s like a boomerang. He always keeps coming back when I got rid of him.” So far, Y/N was telling the truth.

“But he never got abusive towards you or threatened you?”, Soraya kept asking. Alarm bells started ringing inside Y/N´s head.

“No, oh god. He´s a weirdo and a creep, but he would never go this far and I would tell you if something was going on.”, Lie, well done Y/N. First, you´re lying to Spencer and now straight into your besties face, Y/N thought.

“Mmmh, okay. Please promise me that if he does not stop that you tell Bossman or your handsome boyfriend of yours.”, Soraya suggested and Y/N smiled.

“I promise.”

A short moment of silence fell between the friends before Soraya spoke: “Don´t you think you should at least tell Spencer that you are safe and where you are?” I bet he is already worrying sick about you.”

And indeed, Soraya was right. When Y/N checked her phone, she had 75 text messages and 94 missed calls from Spencer. She decided to quickly text him and tell him where she was staying and that she would probably be back in the morning. She then put aside her phone, a jawn escaping her.

“Come on, sunshine. You can stay in the guest room. I´ll give you some clothes of mine in which you can sleep.”

“You´re the best!”, Y/N smiled as she put an arm around her shoulders hugging her from the side and followed her to the room.

It was 7am when Y/N arrived back at Spencer´s and hers apartment hoping that he had already gone to work. Well, she hope wrong. When she opened the front door, she saw him sitting on the sofa, looking like he hadn´t slept at all last night. Guilt hit her.

“Y/N...”, Spencer got up as soon as he saw her, the tracks of his shed tears still visible on his face. Y/N could barely look at him, realising that she was the cause of his hurt.

“Hi...”, she quietly greeted as she put down her keys and phone.

“I´m sorry, Y/N. I should not have snapped at you. I´m just...”

“Worried, I know.”

Spencer gave her a nervous smile as he kept looking at her.

“I´m sorry, too. I should not have ran away like a little child.”, Y/N apologized.

“Guess we both messed up last night then.”, Spencer said and Y/N nodded in agreement.

“I-I need to get ready for work, Spence. We can talk later?”

“I´d like that.”, he agreed.

“Okay.”, Y/N replied, walking past him to get in the shower. There was a weird tension going on between the both of them. What the hell was going wrong? It wasn´t about trust issues, they both trusted eachother blindly, normally. What was Y/N holding back to reveal the truth? To seek for help? To actually accept the help?

“Sorry, I´m late.”, Spencer said as he quickly entered the conference room, taking a seat beside Derek and Rossi.

“Long night?”, Derek smirked, but saw Reid´s face dropping.

“If you would like to call it that, then yes.”, Spencer responded annoyed, earning surprised looks by all of his co-workers.

“Sorry, it´s just...I haven´t slept all night because Y/N and I had a fight and she ran off and I did not know where she was or what was going on.”, he explained.

“Still about the thing we talked about?”, Emily wanted to know.

“Yes...I talked to her about it and then I saw that she got new bruises about which I confronted her. I may have pushed her too much, because she totally freaked out and said that she did not need me fighting her battles. And then she just left, yelling that, in case I was wondering she did not cheat on me, and then she was gone and texted me about three hours later that she was sleeping at a friend´s place.”, he finished rambling.

“Does she have any issues with someone? At work? Friends?”, Hotch wanted to know.

“No, she said that she had some difficulties with her co-workers, but she had already solved them.”

“What did she tell you when you confronted her about the bruises?”, Dave asked.

“She said that she fell at work.”

“Classic.”, Morgan said, “that´s the typical answer of someone who is a victim of abuse. Something is for sure going on.”

“I just wanna help her, but I don´t know how when she won´t talk to me.”, Reid sighed and put his head into his hands.

“We all know that you wanna help Y/N, but you know as well as we do that it´s not that easy, for multiple reasons.”, Hotch said, giving the doctor a concerend look.

“Maybe I could call her and meet up with her. Maybe for lunch or something? At a neutral place where she does not feel attacked.”, JJ suggested, looking at her co-workers.

“It´s worth a try, I mean, Y/N and you are close friends plus you are a woman. Maybe she trusts you enough to open up.”, Emily agreed.

“Okay, go!”, Aaron said as JJ got up to call Y/N, “Don´t worry, Reid. You don´t have to go through this alone. We´ll find out what´s going on.”

“Thank you!”, Spencer said, feeling grateful for calling these people his family.

Two hours and a half later, the team was working on some reports since they did not get a case. Y/N had responded to JJ´s message and declined the offer, telling her that she already had a lunch date with Soraya. Until then, Spencer did not thinkt that Y/N would have possibly figured out what their actual intention was. Well, he thought wrong.

“Do you think I´m stupid?”, he suddenly heard someone yell from behind him and as he turned around, he saw Y/N entering the bullpen, looking furious.

“Really, Spence? You thought I would be so stupid and did not get that this was a trick?”

“Princess, calm down. We only wanna help.”, Derek tried to comfort her.

“I don´t need any help, okay? Why don´t you get this? I´m fine, I need to solve this alone.”, she replied as she came to a stop between Emily´s and Derek´s desk.

“What was I supposed to do, Y/N? Keep watching you getting hurt and seeing you pull away from me even more? I´m sorry, I can´t do that.”

Y/N took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself down before she began to speak.

“Look, Spence. I´m gonna tell you again. This is none of your or your teams business. I don´t need your pity or protection because there is nothing to worry about. I´ll take care of it myself. Just, please...drop it.”

“I can´t.”, Spencer replied.

“Well...then we should reconsider this whole thing between us.”

“Come on, Y/N. Don´t do this.”, Emily finally spoke, slowly getting up and touching Y/N´s shoulder as she flinched away.

Reid just stared at her, speechless.

“No, I have to. When you´ll return home tonight, don´t expect me to be there.”, Y/N said as she began to turn around and took a few steps towards the exit.

“Y/N...”, Spencer called after her, but Y/N only turned around, shaking her head.

“Call me, when you´re ready to drop this and you´re done with sneaking into my personal space.”, and with that, she left as fast as she came, leaving her friends behind in shock.

True to her words, Y/N was not there when Reid came home that night and since, then two weeks have passed. He had sent her dozen of text messages, mails and even called her whenever he could, but she never replied or called back. He did not know where she was, what she was and how she was doing. Garcia tried to trace her phone but Y/N must have turned off GPS. The team felt helpsless as they watched her friend suffering, unaware of the fact what was happening with Y/N in this passing time. It had broke her heart to leave him like that. She really wanted to reply to the texts, but she just couldn´t. Then, one day at work, Michael made his comeback and told her, that he was so sorry that Reid and she broke up and that he was in desperate need of a repetition of their last date. It would have been easy for her to say no to it, but again, he began to threaten her, this time he wanted to send Spencer pictures of Y/N and himself to show him who his girlfriend really was. Y/N had to give in, twice to be exact. And each date turned out at the first date, breaking YN even more in pieces. After her last encounter with Michael, she was not able to compose herself and put the pieces back together. She hid in her motel room, too scared to face anybody. God, how much she missed Spencer...

After these two weeks of silence between the couple, Reid decided that he had enough and that he wanted his girlfriend back. So he and Derek decided to go and visit Y/N at her work place. Reid rang the bell of the building and a tall, young man came to open it.

“Hey, how can I helo you?”, the man, who introduced himself as Lucas, asked.

“Hi, I´m Dr. Spencer Reid, this is Derek Morgan. We are looking for Y/N Y/L/N.She is working here.”

“Sure thing. Come in. I´m not in her group, but I can bring you to Ms. Lesara, she´s Ms. Y/L/N`s co-worker.”

“That would be nice, thank you.”, Derek said as the agents entered the buidling and followed Lucas.

“Hey Linda, these men are looking for Y/N.”, he said to a dark haired woman who the agents assumed to be Ms. Lesara.

“Oh, Y/N is absent today. She called in sick. Actually, she called in sick for the whole week which is really uncommon for her.”, Linda explained as suddenly a little girl came running towards Reid and hugged his legs.

“Spencer!”; the young girl squeald as the agent picked her up.

“Mila, wow...look how tall you got. How are you?”, Reid smiled.

“I´m 4 already. I´m a big girl now.”, she proudly said, “Is Ms. Y/L/N sick? Do you take good care of her?”

“I try my best that she´s all set and done to come back to you guys soon.”, he told the girl as he let her back down.

“Goody, bye Spency.”, she screamed as she ran off.

“You´re Spencer Reid? Y/N´s boyfriend?”, Linda asked.

“Yes, I am and I did not know that she called in sick.”

“Well, as I said, it´s not typical for her.”

“Do you still have the number with which she called you?”, Morgan wanted to know.

“Yeah, maybe. I need to check. But hold on, shouldn´t you know where your girlfriend is at?”

Spencer shifted uncomfortably. “Yeah..we just had a conflict and she decided to take some time to bealone and ever since that, I cana´t get in contact with her. I would be really helpful, if you could give us the number.”

“Sure...sure, I´ll be right back.”, with that Linda left and searched for the numer which she gladly found quickly.

“There you go!”, she said as she handed him a piece of paper.

“Thank you for your help, Mam!”, Morgan said as they quickly said there goodbyes and turned around to leave.

“Excuse me, Spencer?!”, they suddenly heard someon saying from behind thm as they already went out of the door.

“Soraya, hey. How are you doing?”, Spencer wanted to know as he turned around.

“Oh..I´m okay. I heard you talking with LInda and I have to agree with her. It´s not typical for Y/N to be absent a whole week.”

“Mam, can you tell us something about Y/N and her latest behaviour?”, Derek asked and Soraya started to look uncomfortable.

“Soraya?”, Reid asked.

“Well...she kinda seemed a bit off these last few weeks and she always was on edge.”

“Did she tell you anything?”, Reid asked , “please...it´s important.”

“She´s going to kill me, but...yes, when she came to me that one night where you fought she told me that somebody was threatening, or as he said, that someon was constantly on her six and actually harassing her. She said that he never got abusive towards her, but somehow, I don´t believe her. She also told me that it has been handled.”

“Did she tell you a name?”, Morgan asked.

“Yes..but, I can´t tell you, she´ll kill me. I promised to not tell anybody.”

“Soraya, if this guy is really threatening and hurting her, we need to do everything we can to help. She can not do this on her own.”

Soraya thought about it for a minute.

“His name is Michael Dugan. He works in our group. I noticed that there has been some tension between the both of them and they had a little talk some weeks back which left me concerend, but other then that, there is no evidence that he is really responsble for this odd behaviour. I guess, she needs to finally talk about it, because to be honest? I think there is more than what she is telling.”

“Thank you, you really helped us.”, Spencer said as he smiled at Soraya. She quietly turned around to go back.

As soon as she was out of sight, Derek called Garcia to let her do a backgroud check of this guy while they walked to the car.

He has been right all the time. The danger was real and he needed to help Y/N as quick as possible before it was too late.

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Baa Bum Ba Bum: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Penelope Garcia x Female Reader

Requested by: @milkandcookies528

“I know in season seven Garcia and Kevin broke up and something about her not wanting to get married. But anyways could you do one where Penelope and her fiance gets married (and in this fic she was never against marriage) and the wedding is beautiful. Thank you.😍😍😭😭”

Warnings: All the Fluff! Nerdom and more cussing than I usually throw in.

A/N: As you can tell, I had too much fun with this one. Btw how come we have never met Garcia’s brothers?! Thanks for the awesome request Tori!!! I really hope you like it. xoxo Stu

I do not own the characters or images.

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To Do:

Fitting Appointment

Florists

Confirm Cake Delivery

Make Penny get to her fitting

Remind the team and Carlos about speeches

Breathe

Confirm with the J.o.t.P

It was going to be a hectic week, but you just had to make sure everything was moving along. You were an extremely hands on bride, not a bridezilla, thank you very much.

“Girl, I better be the first speaker. I do not want everyone all distracted before I get all your dirty laundry out in the open.” Carlos was huffing. You had been checking your phone, AGAIN, during your weekly brunch with your bestie. Your head snapped up.

“I think I can arrange that, BUT that means you cannot bring up the cat-fight sophomore year.”

“Y/N, seriously?!” Carlos was shocked, “I hadn’t even remembered that! Now I want to throw it in there. Hmmmm, you’re lucky I plan ahead. I don’t want to mess with perfection. My speech is so fire, everyone will need to stop, drop and roll.”

You laughed, Carlos being prepared to assault your friends and family with every embarrassing detail of your nearly twenty years of friendship was quintessential. No wonder people put so much thought and time into weddings. It isn’t everyday people publicly show loved ones how much they mean to them. You finished the mimosa you had been sipping. Carlos leaned in and grabbed your hand.

“It’s going to be fucking magical, Y/N.” Carlos tried to relieve the stress of the event. You nodded, remembering to breathe.

“You’ve reached Garcia’s Gifts of Knowledge and Salvation, please state your request.”

“Hey, babe. I just got a call from the dress shop.” You began in a slight brisk tone. “Anything you want to tell me?”

The pause was enough to have you counting to ten. “Um? No?” Penelope responded sheepishly.

“Alright, I, trust you, but please make sure you stop with the last minute “extras” by Thursday. They charge another 20% for rush work.”

“If I did know what you were referring to, than that would be a good deadline. But really, there are no extras.” She was failing her stealth role left and right.

“Love you, please get home on time tonight?” You asked softly.

“Sure? I mean the team is only in freaking Florida, Y/N. I can’t exactly leave them on their own. What if they don’t finish the case in time?!”

“Penny, they’ll be there. It is going to be wonderful. See you at home?” You tried reassuring your fiance.

“Okay, yes, you will. Eventually.” Penny smooched into the phone.

It was the morning of the wedding and you woke up on Carlos’ couch. You had a make shift Joint Bachelorette Party the night before. Oddly keeping with the tradition of not seeing each other on your wedding day prior to the ceremony. But you couldn’t remember why you were on your best friend’s couch. You and he had shared beds before and it was never weird. You dragged your feet into his bedroom and crawled beneath the duvet. The warm body behind you rolled over and tried to make you the little spoon. You rolled over to push Carlos off of your hips, but it wasn’t Carlos looking back at you. It was Reid.

“What the hell?!” You fell out of the bed, hitting the nightstand with your face. “Jesus! Carlos! Did you screw the fucking bridesmaid?”

“Bridesfellow, actually.” Spencer corrected you, his big eyes bulging and a deep blush rising on his waking features. “But, uh, no, I don’t think so…..”

Carlos finally sat up from his place on the far side of the bed and looked down at your pathetic position on the floor. “Dios mio, no I did not sleep with him.” He rolled his eyes and his body and went back to bed. You sat there on the ornate woven rug glaring at the flabbergasted and extremely hung over doctor.

“Get me a steak.” You demanded.

“Why?” Spencer said simply.

“For my face.” You growled. “Ice. Anything. For crying out loud I am about to get a million pictures taken and I don’t want to look like roadkill.” Spencer finally got the message and headed to the kitchen. You got yourself up and back on the couch as he brought you a dishtowel wrapped baggie of ice cubes.

There was a knock at the door and the slapping of flip flops on the wooden floor. “Oh no.”

She had arrived. “You’re getting mar– What happened to your face?!” Your little sister stared at you with horror. Spencer pursed his lips.

Meanwhile

“Can we get you a mimosa or some coffee?” The soothing technician asked as JJ, Emily, Tara, Penelope and Savannah settled into their pedicure recliners.

“Mimosas all around,” Tara confirmed.

“Oh my gosh you guys, I can’t believe its To-Day. It is actually happening.” Penelope gushed.

“You are going to be such a stunning bride!” Savannah chimed from across the aisle. “Thank you so much for inviting me along. Although I am sure Derek would enjoy this too.” The agile hands of the workers had begun massaging the feet and legs of the bridal party.

“You’re family, besides, I am sure the guys are keeping busy.” JJ snarked.

“Uh, yeah,” Penelope agreed. “Between the team, Y/N’s dad and my brothers they will be done setting up the hall by noon. Plenty of time to shower and tap the keg before the actual ceremony.”

The woman had returned with the champagne flutes.

“To the brides!” Emily belted out, “May their love continue to inspire us all!”

“Here, here!” Tara seconded.

JJ clinked her glass with Savannah. Tara and Emily took turns clanging with Penny. Just as they set down their glasses, JJ’s phone buzzed.

“No phones, Jayge!” Garcia whined. “No fair!”

JJ checked her text message and just shook her head. “It’s nothing. Just last minute coordinating with Y/N’s sister. She just got picked up from Jaramillo’s place.”

“Right on schedule.” Emily pointed out, patting Garcia’s thigh in reassurance.

“Tell her sister to be nice, she always stresses her out.” Garcia chimed in as JJ responded. “Look at me defending my wife! From my soon-to-be kid sister! We are so flippin’ cute!”

Everyone giggled, but no one disagreed. Penelope was happy, love was in the air, this was a special day for the whole BAU family.

After you dropped Reid at the hall for reception detail, you and your sister headed to the salon for your hair appointments. Breakfast was the ever-needed Starbucks drive thru.

“Okay, so, I know you don’t usually do much make up, but we are going to have to figure this out.” She kept poking your face. You swatted her hand away as you leaned out the window to place the order.

“How do you think Penny is holding up?” You asked absentmindedly. “She always wants everyone else to be happy and entertained, do you think she is enjoying herself at all?”

“She is getting a pedicure and drinking with her friends, whats not to enjoy?” Your sister sipped her sugary coffee. “Are you? Besides the face thing, I mean. Are you sure I can’t say anything? Because Reid ruined your face, he should have to wear a dunce cap or something.”

“Eh, I am thinking in ten or twenty years I will look back at it and laugh.” You smirked to yourself. “Later tonight though I am definitely posting a cruel hashtag with his scrawny face on insta.”

“Bitch.”

“That’s Mrs. Bitch to you.”

There were probably going to be just as many people standing up in the wedding as were in attendance. You just had that many amazing friends and family. There were separate dressing rooms for each wedding party. You had taken the one marked “Groom”, but someone had covered it up with a hasty drawing of a rabbit or a duck, depending how you looked at it.

Inside was the pre-party. Your room held Carlos, your sister, your roommate from college Kristin, Hotch, Rossi, Derek, Reid, Will, Luke, Henry and Jack. (Hank and Michael were with JJ’s mom.) Your mom and dad had just left to double check on Penelope, since she didn’t have anyone to do the mom fussing thing. Which you were extremely grateful for, because you hated the mom fussing thing.

You double checked your cheek bruise had remained well hidden. Slowly you went around and thanked everyone for coming. As it was a lesbian wedding, nothing was strictly traditional. You were in white, but it was a lace-less dress with a matching jacket that only came to your boobs. You had no veil, but a decorative headband that looked slightly like ears. Derek was Penny’s best man as Carlos was yours.

You had given your sister and Kristen the bridesmaid title because it was easiest. They wore dresses like JJ, Emily and Tara, which were pale blue cocktail dresses that hit all of their gorgeous waists just so. Each woman wore her hair differently and that was fine with you. The “bridesfellows”, your dad and Penny’s brothers were in grey linen suits without ties. Derek and Carlos wore matching suits, but with pale blue bow ties to signify their important role.

“Hey there, how’s my girl’s girl?” Derek’s smooth voice pulled you in. You leaned your shoulder against him, letting him stare into your eyes to ensure your resolve. You smirked once he nodded.

“Thanks so much for coming back for the wedding, we both really appreciate it.”

“Are you kidding? I, we, wouldn’t miss this for the world!” Derek explained. “I have never seen her so happy, Y/N. This is what its all about, ya know?”

You did. Since dating Penelope you had learned so much about what her team did, about how much evil was truly out there. And about the fiercest of optimists holding down the fort in Quantico guiding the team via phone calls and video conferencing. Your future wife was extraordinary. She helped families of murder victims find peace. She brought sunshine and love into any room she walked through. Not to mention she had curves for days. Yes, this was what life was all about. Finding someone you love, who loves you back and never letting go.

The service was held outside in a large field beside the hall. The focal point a large oak tree where a simple wicker archway was constructed. There were aged wooden folding chairs in two grouping on either side of a narrow footpath.

The Justice of the Peace had obligingly wore a top hat and tails. He was a gruff man in his sixties, but he could put anyone at ease with his casual banter. He was Derek in another 25 years. Hotch and Rossi had done a perfect job escorting the guests to their seats. You knew your flirty grandmother would be all over Rossi so you accidentally on purpose sat them together for the dinner hour.

The sun was shining in the late afternoon as you walked down the aisle. You carried no flowers but had one arm hooked with each of your parents. The string musicians in the corner played a simple version of the Elephant Love Medley from Moulin Rouge. You had made it, the end of the aisle. You turned and hugged both of your parents’ necks, trying not to cry, yet.

They quickly sat down in your front row, besides Hotch and Rossi. The attendants walked in solo starting with Carlos, then Derek, your sister, then JJ, Kristin, Emily, then Tara and finally Reid. You didn’t care that the sides were uneven, because everyone would be one big family after today. Then there was Jack and Henry carrying a pillow shaped like a keyboard with the rings tied atop.

As Penny’s brothers entered the aisle and turned their backs to you, the music changed. The guests rose and suddenly there she was. She was fabulous. She had her hair down in lose curls. Her take of Alice’s dress showed layers of underskirts. The pale blue and white fading into a long train. She had a sleek side veil sprouting from a tiny top hat tucked on to a head band. Her Cheshire Cat smile beaming back at you.

She stopped and walked with each brother down the aisle, once she got to the next one the previous brother stepped back and carried her train. When she reached her oldest brother of the four at the first row, the Garcia family met you at the altar. The tears were coming steadily now, but you powered through, wiping your eyes with your knuckles gently.

Your lovely bride had arrived in full pageantry. She held you in her brown eyed gaze, tears just beginning to show. You leaned in and hugged her brother and then took her hands gently in yours. She already had a tissue wadded up in her fist. The welcome, the readings, the song were all a blur of reverence and happy excitement from the crowd. Eventually the Judge got your attention away from your gorgeous bride so you could begin your vows.

You reached into the inside breast pocket of your jacket and pulled out your handwritten vows. Memorizing was overrated. In your right hand you held her hand as you began to pour your heart out.

“Penelope Garcia, I, Y/F/N Y/L/N, take you for the tech goddess you are.

I promise to love, support and inspire you.

I swear to be faithful and honest.

Through apocalypses, malfunctions and full moons,

For now, forever and through every timeline, I will be yours.

Xena to your Gabrielle,

Tara to your Willow,

Ron to your Hermione,

Leia to your Han,

River to your Doctor.”

She was smirking and swinging your hand back and forth.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N, I, Penelope Garcia take you for the bad ass bitch that you are.

I promise to love you, support and inspire you.

I swear to be faithful and honest, because we all know I cannot lie.

Through the dark side, hunger games and black holes,

For now, forever and back again, I will be yours.

Zoe to your Wash,

Castiel to your Dean,

Sam to your Frodo,

Zelda to your Link,

Jenny to your Vastra.”

The tingling was getting ridiculous. She had memorized hers. You took your opening, you didn’t need permission anyway. You slipped your hand around her corseted waist and pulled her close. “I love you.” You whispered and kissed her fiercely. The crowd around you erupted in applause and joyous hoots. When eventually, you pulled back from the kiss, she whispered back, “I know.”

The grinning Justice of the Peace cleared his throat and declared, “I now present Mrs. and Mrs. Garcia-Y/L/N.” You held Penny’s flowers between your joined hands and thrust them in the air. The musicians played a lively “Edge of Glory” by Lady Gaga as you walked back down the pathway and into the reception hall.

Walking into the hall was like walking into a daydream. The setting sun was filtering through the large windows casting a hushed luminescence over the array of circular tables. They were all set with mix matched china and glassware. There were centerpieces made out of old tea cups securely stacked at odd angles holding lit candles. The fairy lights in the corners of the room in decorative trees framed assortments of books and bottles, someone had made a magnificent replica of the Cheshire Cat and set him in the tree behind your seats.

The head table was made up of three large banquet tables in a U shape, allowing everyone to converse. The waitstaff were all in simple black and white, but wore red or black aprons with card markings on them. You had entered Wonderland’s Tea Party and Queen’s Garden all at once. After the initial shock and “awe’s” you escorted your wife to her chair, humming “A Very Merry Un-Birthday” under your breath.

“Ella ha sido mi mejor amiga durante muchos años. Demasiados, creeme!” Carlos was wrapping up his speech, his humor reaching about ten people as he gave the entire thing in Spanish. You knew he did it to keep it special for you, protecting your secrets to only those he deemed worthy. You were laughing through your tears, especially when you caught your Grandma’s face at a total loss. He raised his glass and finished with a resounding, “Salud!”

Everyone answered back, “Salud!”

Now it was Derek’s turn to take the microphone. Penny inhaled dramatically because she knew, you all knew this was going to be a good one. “To those of you that don’t know me, my name is Derek Morgan and up until a few months ago I worked with a very special lady. Our very own Penelope Garcia.” The BAU team cheered drunkenly from their seats. You reached around her chair, holding her close to you for this emotional process.

“Garcia and I go way back, in fact there was a time when Hotch and I had arrested her, but that was just because we needed her. We always needed her. I have said it before and I will say it again. ‘You are my God-given solace’. I would not be the husband, father or man I am today without you talking me through some of the darkest times. I can never thank you enough, Penelope.” Derek cleared his throat and looked back out to the crowd. “Then this mystery woman entered into my Baby Girl’s life and I was a little bit suspicious, understandably so. The FBI doesn’t let just ANYONE around our personal sunshine. No, that someone has to be special. Because our Garcia deserves only the best. And I am happy to report that Y/N passed every test and curve ball we could have imagined. You make her happy. I can only wish you this feeling, this overwhelming joy and security for the rest of your lives. Man, I can feel the love radiating from the two of you, it’s magical. Let’s raise our glasses to Penelope and Y/N!”

Derek swaggered over and kissed Penelope’s cheek and then your bruised one. “Ow, easy now!” You winced but hugged him all the same. “That was beautiful thank you Morgan.”

“My pleasure ladies, now I need to find my wife before the music starts.” And he was gone. You turned and hugged Carlos as he slouched into his seat with a fresh cocktail. “It was perfect!”

“D’you really think so? I was so nervous.” Carlos looked pale. You just fixed his collar and patted his back. Suddenly Alvez appeared, apparently wanting to give his regards to your Best Man as well. You winked and turned back to join your wife in conversation with JJ.

“Three is perfect, I think three is the goal.” Penelope mused.

“But then you’re out numbered! I think two is plenty for me.” JJ replied.

“Are we talking about kids, already?” You rolled your eyes, “The ink isn’t even dry yet.” Twisting Penelope’s hair gently in your fingers.

“Well, fur babies actually.” She murmured. You leaned in and rubbed her nose with your nose.

“Good answer.” Sealed with a tender kiss.

The DJ had called the chattering room to attention. The dance space had been cleared and the lights dimmed. Quietly you had found your place on the edge of the floor holding Penelope’s hand. The opening bars to Norah Jones’ “Come Away With Me” rang through out the room. You exhaled and drew her soft body into yours. You spun in a gentle circle, leaning your head onto her shoulder. You were drunk on the easy silence in the bubble of the two of you.

As the ending snare rattled into the next song, the BAU and your friends joined you on the dance floor. The upbeat strumming of Jason Mraz’s “I’m Yours” rocked out of the speakers and you sang out happily. You and your wife danced wildly, with swinging arms and obnoxious voices crooning to each other. And the couples and friends spun in varying paces around you, a blur of happiness and colors.

So please don’t please don’t please don’t There’s no need to complicate ‘Cause our time is short This, oh this, this is our fate, I’m yours

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