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jennifer jareau x black!femme!reader
includes derek and savannah morgan, emily prentiss, luke alvez, tara lewis, emily prentiss, matt simmons, penelope garcia and spencer reid. no mentions of rossi or the others. mentions will.
After two years of dating JJ, mostly behind closed doors, you finally meet JJ's friends.
Basic fluff
Unspecified age gap, but reader is an adult. Reader is related to Savannah. Mentions of divorce. Mentions of coming out. Nondescript mentions of sexual conduct. Mentions of drunkenness. Hints at past-Jemily. No use of Y/N.
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not really sure how i feel about this. sorry. it's not my favorite thing, and can't say im super proud of it tbh. but, it kind of helped my rut.
JJ found herself tinkering with the watch on her wrist. Tonight was going to be an important night. You were finally meeting the team. It had been on the books for weeks, and it had taken months for you to have been able to mention it with her eyes nearing jumping out of their sockets. They were her family, after all. And, you? You were special. She wasn't sure what she was worried most about, them not liking you or you not liking them.
She sighs, pushing herself off the frame of the front door. You should have been out of the bathroom right now.
"Are you almost ready?"
You dropped your arms, just enough that the mascara in your hands is no longer close to your eye. She's called out to you, not even five minutes ago. Three minutes was generous, even. It was starting to get a bit, frustrating.
"Jennifer!" You call back with nothing else to really say after. You just want her to hear in your tone how tired you are of her asking. After a moment, you hear footsteps, and you huff. She steps into the bathroom, and you look up in the mirror. She's ready, and she looks good. Casual enough, jeans and teeshirt. Her make up was minimal, but she looked gorgeous, as usual. You speak up before she does, "Baby, stop bugging me. I'm getting ready, okay? We finna go to a bar, not a dinner reservation. Can you just stop rushing me?"
JJ ignores the question, zeroing in on your middle statement. "Exactly, we are going to a bar to meet them. So, what's all this? You don't have to go all out for them."
"You should know better than to think I'm getting gussied up for anyone but me." You retort, finishing up your mascara.
"You look beautiful, already," she sighs, leaning against the bathroom doorframe, "Can't you just, wrap it up? Your makeup looks about done."
You twist the cap back on your mascara and look up at her with a smile as you know what you're about to say is not going to be music to her ears. "My makeup is done. Now, I have to do my hair."
JJ groans, turning her body away from you. Her back, now, flat against the frame, she leans back against it. Eyes closed with a deep exhale, she slides down a wall. You have the most beautiful, artful head of hair ever. And, damn, if you didn't do a damn good job about making it into any masterpiece you wanted. But, God, did it take forever. She texts her team that you guys are going to be a little late, tells that they she would like them to meet you while they are at least mostly sober.
Emily reads JJ's text and sighs. She slides her phone into her back pocket, annoucing, "Beers only, for now, guys. They're going to be here a little late, and JJ wants us to be fairly sober when they get here."
Matt takes a swig of his bottle, "Did she say how long they were gonna be?"
"Uh, no, but she said her girlfriend was doing her hair," Emily answers, shrugging, "So, it shouldn't be too much longer." Derek and Savannah exchange looks before laughing. Seeing as Savannah had introduced JJ to you, she and Derek were the only ones who knew anything about you. Including how you looked, and more particularly, knew it would take a bit of time for you to do your hair. Emily squinted, as did the rest of the team, "What's so funny?"
Savannah amused, shakes her head while Derek answers through his laughter, "Nothing, I'm just saying that, if JJ wants us to be sober when they show up then we should switch to water."
The team talks amongst themselves, enjoying their night out. The first night out in a while, that they've gotten to enjoy Derek and Savannah's company. So, they make the most of it, while they wait. In fact, they were having such a good time, they had completely lost track of how long they had been waiting. The filled their drinking gap alternating between beers and water, and occassionally, ordering a round of shots. Then, the door opens, and Penelope gasps about someone so gorgeous she felt blinded. The team follows her line of sight, set directly on the door. As Savannah jumps up excitedly and moves around Derek to approach you, JJ walks in right behind you, after having just held the door for you. You grab her hand the moment she's close enough.
"Damn," Luke exhales, "JJ's girlfriend is.." He trails off, catching himself before he finds himself on the recieving end of pointed looks and the back Garcia's hand smacking his chest.
Maybe it's because he cut himself off, maybe it's because everyone's too busy staring with their jaws knocking between their ankles but neither reactions come. Instead, they just hum along while Emily lets out a quiet, "Tell me about it."
Derek laughs, "Pick your jaws up off the floor before they get here and JJ catches your eyes."
Matt is the first pull his eyes away and thus, respond. "Aw, c'mon, JJ doesn't really strike me as the possessive type."
Emily, getting flashbacks from years ago, tears her eyes away from the couple, getting this far away look in her eye as she murmurs, "Oh, yes, she is."
Matt, Luke and Tara give her a curious look as Reid, Derek and Garcia exchange looks because they know where Emily's mind went. Before Emily went to London, things between the two of them, made team nights out really uncomfortable sometimes. Even moreso, when Will was with them, confused as they were. How JJ didn't realize she was gay until two years ago will forever be something that confuses them. When they get closer, they stand in anticipation to greet the stunning couple. When they are within earshot, the group clammers over the sound of each other's voices to greet JJ, who's arm is tight on your waist because Luke still has that glazed over look in his eye when he looks at you. Dumbstruck and in love, and your body is going to pay the cost of that later.
"I'm sorry we're late," JJ says, after greeting her team back.
You smile, "It takes work to be this pretty."
"No, it doesn't," JJ argues, "You're always that beautiful."
Penelope squeals, "You guys are so cute." She locks eyes on you, pointing, "You, you are gorgeous."
You laugh, extending your hand to her, "You must be Garcia," and when she excitedly confirms, shaking your hand with a vigor you should have been expecting but was still surprised by, you introduce yourself to her. Letting go of her hand, Emily introduces herself to you and you make your way around the group. Before getting around to Derek and hugging him instead of shaking his hand.
"Oh, so you know two know each other?" Emily asks.
JJ's eyes sparkle as she bites back a laugh, looking at Derek and Savannah both, "You guys didn't tell them?"
Reid squints, "What was he supposed to tell us?"
"You were being so secretive about your relationship, I didn't say a thing." He answers.
You answer Reid, "They," pointing to Derek and Savannah, "introduced us."
"Wait," Tara asks, motioning between you and Derek and Savannah, "So, how is it that you know each other."
JJ immediately goes cherry red as you look at her, seeing if she would be willing to answer since she brought it up, and all. You laugh. She's still mildly embarrassed, certainly not ashamed, but it's still a fact that flusters her.
"She," you start, pointing to Savannah, "is my Aunt." Derek laughs as jaws drop and JJ's eyes become wide and glued to the floor. Luke and Tara start making cradle robbing jokes at JJ's expense, and you didn't think it was possible for her to become more red, but she did. You defend her, "To be fair, it took me six months of relentlessness for her to see me as the adult woman that I am, so please, hop up off my woman." And, you laugh, but you're kind of serious. You've never loved age gap jokes from the outside, and you weren't comfortable enough yet with JJ's friends for you to find them funny.
Savannah slides back into the conversation, "Okay, also, to be fair, I became an aunt rather early in life. So."
Now, they're dying to know how you two met, exactly. Which makes JJ's blush deepen because she does remember the first time she saw you. You think those six months of your effort was because she didn't see you as a woman, but it was really more because she was trying not to see you as a woman. The moment she saw you, she isn't going to say she fell in love with you, but she definitely imagined herself fucking you. In so many ways, so many positions. She imagined the way your moans and whimpers would sound in her ear, imagined how your sweat and arousal would taste on her tongue.
She had only recently truly realized she liked women; it's why she and Will separated, why he went back to New Orleans, and she hadn't even verbalized her newfound self discovery outloud to herself, much less to anyone else.
Furthermore, she had been leaning heavily on Derek and Savannah during this difficult time, as he and Savannah were helping her out with the boys. So, the very last thing she needed to be doing so imagining all the ways she could possibly having their niece screaming her name, but that's what she was doing. And, your sizing her up and giving her those flirtatious glances did her zero favors. Then, you started giving her more than suggestive glances, and she thought the devil sent you to her. So, not wanting to complicate her friendship with the Morgans, she did her best to keep a respective distance, but you made it so hard every single time she saw you. Because you'd openly wanted her just about as much as she wanted you in her mind.
Eventually, the two of you found yourself to be alone, and JJ did her best, but the chemistry was electric. After six months of trying to do the right thing, she had ended up absolutely railing you in your bedroom. And, you were caught as soon as Derek and Savannah came back home with the kids. So, as JJ blushed and blushed and avoided every eye in the room as you weren't shy about it at all, though, thankfully, you did spare them all the sweetest details.
"A go getter," Matt nodded, thinking back to when he met Kristy, lifting his beer to tip at you, "I respect it."
Emily's mind did some quick math, "Wait, is she the reason you came out?"
"Well," JJ looked at you with that lovesick twinkle in her eyes, "She certainly helped."
"I wasn't sure you would ever come out," Reid chimes in. And, everyone mutters their agreeance. If what Emily, Derek and Penelope are doing can be considered muttering.
"Aye," you speak, defensively. JJ looks slightly offended, and slightly is enough for you to say something, "Some journeys are longer and harder than others. She came out when she was ready."
"Protective, too," Tara notes, looking at JJ, "I like her." And, she's not the only one to say so.
The conversation shifts as they pry to get to know you. Penelope fires a million questions at you, and she's pushy about you answering. Apparently, she had tried to look you up, but you aren't active enough on your socials to give her much insight. She was firing questions at you a mile a minute, and you were just as honest as you needed to be. You were losing track of how many questions you'd answered in this, and sensing your tiredness, JJ slides in to your rescue.
"Penelope," She cuts her off mid question, "This isn't going to be the only time you see her," She gives that smile, the one does when things are tense. Or, when she's nervous. Or, when she's forcing herself to be polite, "Leave some mystery to her."
"Right, right," Penelope concedes, "I'm sorry. I've just waited so long to meet you, and now that I'm meeting you my excitement has not wound down because you're so stunning, and you two are stunning together, and JJ has been so happy. I've never seen JJ this happy, not ever since I've known her, and I didn't even realize she wasn't quite happy until I've seen her truly happy, and seeing her happy just makes me so happy," she leans forward, takes one of your hands in both of hers, "I am so happy that you make her so happy. Thank you for making her so happy."
Your eyes soften as her ramble comes to an end, and when you look at JJ, she's give you that puppy eyed look she only seems to fix on you. You steal a small kiss from her, and Reid averts his eyes out of respect while the rest of the table coos at the two of you like children do.
It makes you keep the kiss short. JJ rolls her eyes when she pulls away and looks back at them, but even so, there's a fondess to the action. She switches the conversation, though. Takes it to something more casual and pulls the focus away from you and y'all's relationship. Things amongst the group settle easy then. You guys have plenty of drinks and you have so much more fun than you expected. You didn't expect things to go badly, but you honestly hadn't expected to mesh with everyone so well.
By the end of the night, the only person good enough to drive is Derek, and you all find yourselves cramming up in his SUV, heading back to his place for an impromptu, drunken sleepover. With the exception of Matt, who has Kristy come and pick him up. When you back to yours and your Aunt Savannah's house, you give Reid, Tara, Luke and Penelope some blankets for them to set themselves up and pass out in the living room while you and JJ go curl up in each other's arms in your room.
"Your friends are nice," you murmur against her neck, drifting off to sleep in her arms.
JJ -- both too tired and too drunk to revel in the newly formed bond between her favorite people -- simply falls asleep right after you with a faint smile on her lips.
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Garcia’s Love Interests, a summary...
Jason Clark Battle: Smug corrupt cop, shot Garcia and tried to murder her again
Kevin Lynch: Computer nerd who tends to put his own needs over hers, makes rash decisions without her consent, breaks up with her when she turns down his marriage proposal and isn’t understanding her reasons as to why she doesn’t want to get married. Seems also adamant in wanting her to settle down like going with her to Karachi on short notice or living in a farm. Get’s worked up when she dates Sam
Sam: Was in like two episodes, has like no characterization. Disappeared and is forgotten not long after that
Shane Wyeth: A hacker, manipulator, toxic former lover and narcissistic, constantly bringing up Garcia’s past as The Black Queen and rubbing it in her face that he knows everything about her, including her relationship with Morgan. He also reveals that he has been watching her for some time
Tyler Green: A vigilante with emotional baggage and anger issues, “trapped” Garcia back into a job she hates and treated her with hostility when they first met. Not to mention how he also brought up her past as The Black Queen and rubbed it in her face. He even guilt tripped her into staying together, leading to that post credits scene...
Meanwhile there’s....
Luke Alvez: Respects Garcia’s boundaries, is protective of her, would fight anyone to protect her, and always has heart eyes over her entire presence. He cares about her well being and he allows her to be open with him especially when she tells him about Alexei Stanovich. Sadly, they went on one date and is forgotten after that. Despite that, Luke still gives heart eyes to Garcia and continues to be respectful and mindful of her boundaries and also looking out for her when needed
I know there’s also Derek Morgan, but sadly, the two remained friends despite the playful banter and he is already married to Savannah
I think I missed a few things, feel free to add anything to this post
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What Kirsten has said about GarVez!
Nerds & Beyond: As a Garvez fan I have to ask, will we EVER find out what happened on Penelope’s date with Luke in the season 15 finale?
Vangsness: So thank you for being a fan of that. One of my favorite things about Criminal Minds is that it lays things in and you might have to wait and wait, but it will pay off somehow or another. This season is 10 episodes. We’re shooting episode nine right now, and I can tell you, our relationship has evolved even during the pandemic. You will absolutely see acknowledgement of the time prior to this. I can also tease that I have had many scenes with Adam [Rodriguez]. We’ve done a lot of scenes together and you can see how it evolves and people might for a second be like, oh. and then you’ll be like, Wait, no.
From: nerdsandbeyond.com/2022/11/14/interview-kirsten-vangsness-talks-garvez-and-criminal-minds-evolution
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One of Garcia’s gal pals apparently was curious, too, whispering something in her ear after hunky Luke crashed their anglophile baking party.
“It was one dinner, three years ago,” Penelope told her friend. “We thrive as frenemies, however.”
But is that the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth? Or could there be more to the story?
“How do I explain this…?” said Kirsten Vangsness when TVLine inquired about the Garcia/Alvez update. “You guys, it’s going to take a minute to explain the ‘One date, three years ago.’ You’re going to get some satisfaction.
“But between that satisfaction,” she excitedly avowed, “there’s a whole other thing — there’s much other satisfaction — that no one including I would have called.
“And it is time,” Vangsness cryptically asserted. “Thank you television, it is time for this to be happening. No one will be sad. You’ll think, ‘Aww, man…,’ and then, ‘Wait, what?’ And that’s the most I can tell you about it.”
From: tvline.com/2022/11/24/criminal-minds-evolution-recap-episode-1-garcia-luke-relationship-update/
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It has to be asked why did Garcia and Luke Alvez (Adam Rodriguez) only have one date?
Oh, you know what, I want to tell you that, but also, I want to give you the distinct pleasure of maybe learning that. This is what I can tell you, you get to see the evolution of their relationship. We have a lot of scenes together. A lot. And you get to see the evolution of the deliciousness of that relationship, even our relationship over the pandemic, I’ve got to say, Adam and I were friendly during the show, but during the pandemic our relationship got deeper.
We were at the point before the show was starting that we’re having double dates with our partners. So, we adore each other, and the energy has shifted. And don’t you worry your pretty little head, it’s just different. I want to tell you, but all I can tell you is other things. And then when other things happen, you’re like, “I don’t really care.” But then also I feel like it will be more deeply satisfying than anyone could ever possibly imagine. The constellation of things that occur are very satisfying.
From: parade.com/tv/criminal-minds-evolution-kirsten-vangsness-premiere-interview
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I think I am going to go curl up and cry somewhere because I have lost all hope today :(
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Communication Breakdown
part 3 of the garvez solstice story is a year old today.
In this part Luke takes a drunk Penelope and JJ home from a failed girls night.
WC: 2,071 of funny drunken flirting
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“Why’s Newbie here?” It was cool out, it was dark, but neither bothered them much due to the alcohol they'd consumed. It was meant to be a girls night, but Tara and Emily each had something come up, so it was just Penelope and JJ. They’d gotten caught up in shots for shots and then a sweet group of girls bar hopping for a bachelorette party had included them in their celebrations, and then people were buying them drinks… and so they’d both had a bit more than they normally would.
JJ grinned, “I called him. Better someone we can trust, than some rando moonlighting driver.” Penelope didn’t need to know she picked Luke over literally everyone else for slightly devious motives... JJ had noticed how Morgan’s little push at the party a few weeks ago had helped things in the moment, but since being back at work things had gone…cold. Her “fluffy armor” as Luke called it had gone back up, Penelope reverting to her “I grudgingly accept his existence” stance and poor Luke just accepting it. She was hoping arranging them together would encourage someone to make a move. And Penelope couldn’t stop talking about him all night “Did you see what Alvez…” “Could you believe he said that? To ME?!” “You know he puts…”. honestly, even her subconscious sucked at keeping secrets. The girls in the bachelorette party had demanded to see his picture after Penelope emphatically denied being interested in him and insisting they were not dating, that she wouldn’t even if she could, but she “couldn’t anyway because they work on the same team”. The consensus after seeing photos of them together, of course, was “girl quit your job and marry him before I do.”
“Ughh. Have you ever been in the car with Alvez driving?! I think I’m gonna be sick thinking about it...” Her face blanched and she made a retching noise.
JJ laughed walking with Penelope over to Luke, “He's not that bad of a driver.”
“Uh-huh.” she mocked in a sick voice, shuffling along. Secretly, she was happy JJ had asked Luke to get them and that he had agreed, but she wasn’t about to say it. She’d been saying enough all night, she knew, but when she got a few drinks in it was like a broken faucet, she couldn’t stop herself. Plus he’d really been getting on her nerves lately, just doing or saying stupid things, always smiling and laughing and offering to carry things and leaning on Spencer’s desk all relaxed with his arms folded pushing out his muscles and... Tonight might turn out bad...
Luke opened the doors, waiting on the two. He was glad JJ had called him even if he was just getting to sleep (a fact he didn’t let on to, not wanting her to feel bad for disturbing him). He liked being able to help out his team, his friends. And he’d get to see Penelope, talk about things besides work, without the shadow of what they were going into or had just come out of hanging over them. Getting to see her just happy and alive.
“Fun night?” he asked, amused at their disheveled appearances. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Penelope looking anything other than picture perfect. Even barefoot and tousled after the football game, not a thing was out of place, but right now she looked like a storm had hit: one of her feather pompom barrettes was falling out, her cardigan was askew, and she had rolled up tights cascading out of her bag. They clearly had partied hard, she looked like the tail end of prom night.
Penelope turned to him as JJ helped her into the vehicle, dazed smile appearing instead of the scowl she was aiming for and replied, “No, Newbie, it was terrible, we just thought we’d keep going until it got better.” and finished by rolling her eyes and giggling.
“It was supposed to be a girls night,” JJ explained, “well, still was, just different. Thanks for getting us.” JJ gripped his arm and gave a squeeze. “Would you mind dropping me off first?.”
"And leave me alone with this sarcastic monster? Um, why was it you didn’t call Will, again?” he joked helping JJ in to the vehicle.
“Someone had to watch the kids, Alvez, geez.”
They were loaded into the comfy surroundings and quickly on their way, JJ first as requested. Luke had asked, and they immediately launched into a narrative of the night. From first arriving at the bar and finding a trivia night happening, Penelope and JJ deciding to make it into a drinking game against each other drinking each time one of them got an answer wrong, to getting sucked in to the bachelorette party.
“…so they pulled us up on the bar and we were all dancing and singing but some of the words you couldn’t say or else you had to drink!” explained Penelope energetically. "Yeah, I drank a lot for that one…” said JJ. “So is that how Penelope lost her tights?” he asked, glancing back in the rearview mirror. “What? Oh, no!” they said, looking to each other. “That was later when Penelope gave the bride-to-be a lap dance.” JJ said, dead pan. Luke's eyes bulged, choking on it. “You what?!” His head whipped to the back seat. “LUKE ROAD!” shouted JJ pointing, as the backseat erupted into laughter. He had been hanging on every word, only just then realizing they’d been lying.
“For a profiler, you suuuuuck” teased JJ, grinning.
“Yeah, you work for the BAU? Someone should talk to your boss.” added Penelope.
“Excuse me for driving and trusting the two of you. Lesson learned. Was any of that true?” He’d gone a little red from embarrassment at his outburst and at having been so gullible.
“Eh, what makes a good lie?” Asked JJ.
"Heather really was the sweetest girl and pretty! And man can she drink!” Penelope said in awe. “All of them were! And all stewardesses! In their 20s!” Penelope exclaimed, her and JJ laughing.
He shook his head smirking. “I’m not believing anything either of you say for the rest of the night. You are cruel.”
“Well, looks like my nights up any way.” JJ said with a sigh as they approached her house. As JJ got out, Penelope moved to the front seat, not wanting to be alone in the back. JJ kissed Penelope’s forehead before calling out “Night, Alvez, thanks again for the ride. Make sure my girl gets home safe.” and walked up the path. They watched her make it into the house before he put the truck in drive and headed on for Penelope’s apartment.
With JJ gone, the night’s story told, and them all alone now, a strange tension started to grow. Penelope's head lulled to the side of the seat facing him, he could see her watching him in his periphery. She brought a hand up and dragged it down his stubbled face, cheek pulling under the friction. “Yur so pretty, Newbie.” He smiled indulgently, dimples peeking through and let the silence that fell between them fill the car. She was drunk, he knew he was attractive, he knew there was something between them, but this was not the time to bring any of it up or discuss it. He shrugged off the hand, she let it fall to the seat beside her contemplating the planes of his face.
“...It hurts.” she whined after a while, with a little frown. Luke jerked to look at her, instinctively releasing the gas and slowing, eyes darting from road to Penelope, looking her up and down, scanning her body. They hadn’t mentioned anything and there were no obvious signs of injury. “What does? Penelope, are you ok? Should I pull over? Are you gonna be sick?” She’d been fine, she looked fine...
That hand again came up and made contact, pushing his face back towards the road she made a noise of exasperation. “To look at you. Some times. It hurts. 'can’t do it. too pretty. ’Specially when you smile.” Her gaze took on a dreamy quality and the concern that overtook him a minute ago dissipated, mouth quirking as he rolled his eyes. This was too much. If he were a lesser man he’d be plotting all the ways he could bring this up at work tomorrow, as it was he’d just fantasize about it later.
She really should shut up, stop talking, stop touching him, but broken faucet and all that…She wondered if he’d kiss her if she asked, if she kissed him, would he kiss back?
For a third time, she was touching him and it was driving him crazy, her fingers gently running over the side of his head, twisting at his short strands. He always initiated contact between the two of them, never her. His hair raised at her touch. She took a deep breath and let it out, “You’d be prettier if you grew out your hair though. Something to grip.” She growled the word and let her fingers tighten and slip from his hair. His mind helpfully jumped to why she’d need to grip his hair, cheeks heating at the images conjured up. He’d always hated the feel of it behind his ears, but he briefly considered that he’d do it if she wanted. He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, sitting up a bit straighter.
She was drunk she was drunk she was drunk.
“Penelope-”
“Ohh, not terribly long, just….enough.” She continued, "A few inches of curls to tangle through.” she cooed. It was sweet, and feminine, and high. A side of her he saw from time to time but never got to experience for himself. Would it be selfish or wrong to let her keep going? To not put a stop to her flirting and flattery? It’s what he’d been trying to earn all this time, wasn’t it?
She’s drunk she’s drunk she’s drunk.
He glanced over again head turning a quarter, and smiled “And who would be tangling their fingers through my hair, Chica? You?” his eyes flickered from the road to Penelope. There was nothing wrong with some innocent flirting, he wouldn't let it go further.
She gave a small smirk, eyes lighting up “Naughty, naughty, Newbie.” she chastised, "Careful…could be trouble for HR…”
Luke laughed, “Uh, huh.” He agreed, and turned his attention back fully to driving, not far from her apartment now. Her eyes slipped closed, and he thought about how unfortunate it was that she was drunk. Opportunity was presenting it’s self left and right, but none of it meant anything with her in this state, not really. He knew there could be kernels of truth connected to the things she was saying and doing, inhibitions lowered and all that, but until it was fully present Penelope telling him these things, taking these actions, they were meaningless. And it’s not as if opportunity presented itself much between them in their daily lives. She was right about the HR thing, of course, and they never hungout just them…Not since Phil anyway. He chewed at his lip considering how he could create space for an opportunity, it really would need to be at work unless he wanted to wait for another game night or drinks after a case and hope for the chance of them being left alone for a few minutes. No. He needed to take action. And what was the problem with that anyway? He could do it, he’d done much worse, faced much scarier things than confronting Garcia.
“Whatcha thinking about?” She’d gone back to watching him, he’d been so caught up in contemplating his next move he hadn’t noticed.
He looked back as he pulled to a stop and put the truck in park. “Nothin. We're here. Unbuckle yourself and I’ll walk you up, gotta make sure our queen makes it in safely.”
“Flatterer. Are you my knight?” she asked, not moving.
“One of many, Penelope. Come on, let’s get you home.” Luke undid his buckle and walked around the front of the truck, helped Penelope out, walked her to the door of her apartment and made sure she made it safely in before heading home. Solstice had been a good step forward between them, but it was time he leapt when talking.
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Giddy
Summary: Tara calls Luke with some very exciting news.
Relationships: Tara Lewis/Rebecca Wilson, Tara Lewis & Luke Alvez, Luke Alvez/Penelope Garcia
Word count: 610
Can also be read here on Ao3
Tara Lewis was giddy. For the first time in years, she was in a relationship again, and not only that, but it was a relationship with another woman. It wasn't her first time dating a woman by a long shot… but it felt different. She and Rebecca had met about a month prior through work and hit it off instantly. Two weeks in, Tara was asking her out, and after another two weeks of dating, they decided to make it official. So, Tara Lewis had a girlfriend.
She needed to tell someone. This was the kind of news that felt like it would burst out of her chest if she didn't tell someone soon. She pulled her phone out and didn't even hesitate before pulling up Luke's number. Over the past few years, he had quickly become the person she considered to be her best friend, and they told each other everything about their love lives, including the one date Luke and Penelope had gone on over two years ago. Why it had only been one date she would never understand, but this wasn't the time to dwell on that.
He picked up on the second ring. "Tara Lewis, to what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Hey, Luke, I have something I need to tell you."
"Good or bad?"
"Good. Very good."
"Great, I'm all ears."
"I'm bisexual."
Luke was momentarily stunned into silence, but he quickly snapped out of it. The things he didn't know about Tara might be enough to fill a book, but this was one thing that didn't surprise him about her. "Oh, you are? Cool. Me too."
It was her turn to be stunned. "Wait, seriously?"
"Yeah. I don't exactly advertise it because I don't necessarily think it's a big deal or anyone's business, but I'm not ashamed to admit it."
"Also you only have eyes for Penelope at the moment."
"Shut up."
"I'm not wrong!"
"Shut. Up."
Tara laughed. "Okay, okay. Anyway, the reason I'm telling you this is because… I have a girlfriend."
Luke gasped. "Tara, are you serious? That's amazing! I'm so happy for you! What's her name? Wait, is it that girl from DOJ we worked with a few weeks ago? Rebecca?"
"Wait, how did you know?"
"Come on, please, you could practically cut the romantic tension with a knife."
"You're one to talk," she pointed out.
"I said shut up."
"Was I really that obvious?" Tara demanded.
"Oh yeah. Absolutely. I was wondering how long it was going to take."
"But you didn't know I was interested in women."
"Tara," Luke said. "You are my best friend, and you know I love you, so I say this very respectfully, but it wasn't the biggest leap to make. Especially after seeing you two act the way you did."
"Again, you're one to–"
"Oh my god, can you not?" Luke laughed. "We are talking about you right now! You know I'm gonna have to meet her, right?"
"You've already met her."
"You know what I mean," he told her. "I need to meet her as your girlfriend. Who else is going to give her the best friend shovel talk?"
"Oh my god, don't you dare."
"Oh, I will dare. You cannot stop me."
Tara groaned in fake exasperation. "Ugh, you are the worst."
"All jokes aside," Luke said, voice serious again. "I'm really happy for you. Honestly. You sound very happy."
"I am."
"Good. You deserve it."
"Thank you. And I will officially introduce you two, okay?"
"I look forward to it," he told her sincerely.
"Now we just need to get you and Penelope back together."
"Tara, I swear to god–"
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CROSSROADS - The book
Original title: Incroci.
Prompt: Penelope and Luke meet for first time in different situations.
Warning: AU, multichapter.
Genre: romantic, angst, funny.
Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, BAU team (mentioned).
Pairing: Garvez.
Note: oneshot 84 in Garvez collection.
Legend: 💏😘🎲.
Song mentioned: Solo lei ha quell che voglio by Sottotono feat Tiziano Ferro, Marracash, Gue Pequeno.
Crossroads - masterlist
GARVEZ STORIES
The book
I've known her for a minute, I've just found her and I've already lost her
The first time he saw her she was lying on the asphalt, motionless, eyes closed, a blonde halo rapidly (too rapidly) soaking in blood. Exactly a second before, before the impact, before the screeching of the brakes that had penetrated his ears and continued to torment him for days, the man felt a strange, new vibration. But he didn't think about it anymore.
He ran down the sidewalk, almost oblivious to the vehicles moving towards him. He was the first to reach her. He didn't immediately ask himself the reason for his reaction: before leaving for the war, he had followed a program that was certainly not approximate. Dating Lisa had further prepared him for difficult situations. Sure, not like this one, but he still didn't back down. He had not the chance to decide.
As soon as he touched her cold hand, she opened her eyes again. She half closed her mouth and stammered something. Although she had no strength, she managed to squeeze a few fingers. He put his ear close to her face, trying to understand what she was trying to tell him. And, although there was great confusion, the shouts of other people, including an elderly lady who was talking to 911, he succeeded. -You… my husband…-anyone but him would have thought she was trying to leave a message for the most important person in her life. Instead, it seemed to him that she was addressing him directly, even if it was really absurd.
Help arrived quickly; luckily the emergency room was only a few miles away. He forced himself to let go of her hand, to move away to get the paramedics to work. But the woman's eyes remained glued to hers. Even as she spoke her name for the first time. It's true, damn it, he hadn't even acquired that data. Still, he didn't need to fall in love with her. He followed the operations with apprehension, concentrating on a book that had fallen, on impact, opening and staining itself with blood. She moved her hands as if trying to grab it, so after she was placed on the stretcher, he grabbed it at her place. And he smiled at her, hoping to reassure her. They walked towards the ambulance, and he followed the procession.
One of the doctors, noticing him, certainly the oldest and most senior in rank, stopped him. -Are you a relative of the young lady?- the man considered nodding, but his inability to lie, when he wasn't undercover or protected by the veneer of work, prevented him. However, the other gave him a suggestion, imagining that he was in shock, for the way in which he spasmodically clutched that book, so ruined and dirty that he could not even read the title. -Her boyfriend?- a nod. It didn't seem to him that he was telling a lie, but that he was simply running ahead of the times. They let him come on and hold her hand until they got to the ER a couple of minutes later.
He was then abandoned in the waiting room, which should rather have been called the anxiety room, as it was full of hopes, expectations and fears. The others present registered his existence and then resumed their indifferent prayers, clenching fists or cursing the time that passed so slowly. Maybe after an hour it occurred to him to look at his cell phone for the first time. About forty missed calls, all from work. Most of Phil. He dared not go outside, fearing that someone would appear to bring news of Penelope – Penelope, that name sounded so good in his mind - and he would not be there. He just texted him. Ten seconds later his phone vibrated; he picked up, using the lowest tone of voice he knew. -Brother, I wrote everything in that message. Tell the big bosses I had a family emergency. Gosh, it's been more than five years since I haven't taken a single sick day.- he didn't give him the time to protest; he hung up.
His legs suddenly gave way and he found himself sitting on one of those plastic things, cold and aseptic as befitted the environment. It was then that he noticed that he still had that book in his hands. If the accident hadn't been an accident at all, he should have kept it intact in an envelope, to allow experts to take fingerprints and other data. But his mindset as a federal agent and former Army Ranger for the first time receded. Only the man remained, desperate, confused, certain only that he loved that creature who was now under the knife (but who could already be dead; yet, his heart violently rejected this option, reiterating that if she had gone like this he would have known, he would have sensed). He opened the book. He noticed the ex libris, deducing that it was a municipal property: actually, of the federal library.
He didn't have time to turn through it further. The same man who had allowed him to accompany her appeared on the doorstep. Realizing that he wasn't aware of his presence, he walked over to him. -Mr. Alvez?- he raised his head immediately, hearing his surname and recognizing him instantly. Though he didn't remember giving him any information about himself, but evidently, he must have. He concentrated but couldn't absorb every word of the doctor. Too much new data to store. -Miss Garcia's operation was a success. It was necessary to stabilize her, because many organs have suffered consequences... in particular her heart... obvious traces of a previous trauma... probable gunshot... If you want, you can now see her.- he smiled, thanking him in that only way.
Thoughts raced frantically as they walked towards her room. He now had her first and last name: Penelope Garcia. A federal property, that book, which was given for consultation only to agents of a certain rank. He just couldn't imagine her in that role, but appearances can be deceiving... and then, the most absurd thing about her: her heart had risked giving up due to an earlier trauma due to a gunshot. Someone had shot her. When, who, why? There would have been a way to have a little chat and… Here it is. Dr. Martinez - he could barely read the tag on his gown - held the door open for him. Her eyes were closed. Her blond hair framed her head like a halo. Tubes starting from every part of her body. And her legs… he suddenly remembered something Martinez had told him. He took her left hand between his and checked, terrified: nothing. However, they had removed all frills before the operation, certainly. The ring finger, however, didn't bear traces of frequent use of a faith or some kind of engagement ring.
Because she wasn't engaged, not yet; he still had to ask her. Because he would, he was sure of it. Then, he spoke to her. -Penelope, I hope you won't be frightened when you see a stranger leaning over you; I kept your book, I guess that was important for the way you coveted it.- a chuckle. -I should probably tell the truth about who I am to the doctors so they can warn the right people. Your real boyfriend or husband is probably on his way here with his heart pounding. But I feel that is not so. And when I saw you… I had the feeling of finally finding the missing piece, which I had never looked for.- a slight movement of the pale fingers between his. -I know it sounds absurd, but...- the moment was broken by the entrance of another woman, in a white coat. What a surprise. Lisa.
-Luke?- she was stunned even more than him. -Oh well, let's proceed.- she pushed him away from her abruptly. Their breakup hadn't been the most idyllic and she still bore him a bit of a grudge. -I suppose Dr. Martinez has already informed you of your girlfriend's condition, but if I know you well, and, alas, I do, you won't have understood much.- a smile that was more of a grimace, but he didn't follow her. He knew that in part he deserved such treatment. -Her vital signs are good now, but she thanks your muscles, because for quite a while you will have to push her in a wheelchair. Both of her legs are fractured and between healing and physiotherapy, it won't be easy. He returned to Penelope's side, standing, and squeezed her right hand.
-I'm ready.- and he was really convinced of it. Lisa snorted, informing him that he would have to leave her soon, in order not to stress the patient too much, so she left. Penelope, who wasn't sleeping at all and had therefore heard all of his rambling about her, lifted her lids and smiled weakly at him. -Hi.- he said, embarrassed, but without letting her go. -I'm Luke.- there would have been almost no need, because their souls had already known each other, since time immemorial.
Her voice sounded weak and strained, as might be expected under such circumstances. And yet, he also read a pinch of malice in that cheeky question: -Did you like the book?-
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Note: this story is inspired by my job. For the one who doesn't already know, I work in a library and one day this idea came to me.
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title: again, please
summary: Yet, Every inch of her soul felt pity as she withdrawaled at the reminder that in the midst of her rage; she had forgotten that she used to love him.
OR, IN WHICH; Penelope Garcia has mixed feelings about Luke Alvez.
Penelope has always prouded herself on having a tight–nit schedule.
She wakes up at 7 am in the morning without missing a beat, she has fun with her baking club at 8 am and gets on multiple soar maintenance calls the entire afternoon. After the calls? That was free reign for her to do whatever she wants.
After, she sleeps at 12 pm. Sometimes , she doesn't always sleep at that time exactly, but It's always been like that for her. Always! so it still counts.
So to assume she wouldn't be upset at Luke Alvez—the least likely person to be on her ‘I want to see them knocking at my apartment door in the middle of the afternoon’ list—for derailing her schedule, would be an understatement.
In fact, it would have be the biggest understatement of the century if she had a say in it. Which she did, she always did.
Because she was beyond upset. She was livid. “How dare you show your face here!” she whisper–screamed at him frantically, a harsh scowl on her face as she hit at his shoulder to express her frustration, finding satisfaction at the tiny ows she lured out of the built man as he stood stationary at her apartment door.
It took her a second to remember that her baking club were still there, making excellent sugar cookies and donuts with chocolate glaze! but It didn't take that long for her to get her baking babies, as she affectionately liked to call them, out of her apartment with the promise of a continued session in a later date.
It ached to wave them good bye as they disappointedly walk out her door, but she didn't really have a choice. She had to, just so she could talk business to stupid Luke Alvez. About something dumb.
The same Luke Alvez who ruins everything he touches, ever. Which included her, she thinks.
It didn't help that when she turned around, he was stuffing his face full with the hardwork of her buddy’s cookies! It wasn't even decorated! That was really just the icing on the cake. “Hey! Put that down. You better pay me for that—”
Luke coughed off guard, one eye closed adorably as his other eye peaked at her confused. “Wait what? I have to pay for these?” he questioned baffled.
Penelope sputtered, “Duh! Of course you do dummy!”
Sure, maybe it wasn't right of her to have kept on snapping at him the entire time they talked. But how couldn't she? Luke had been getting on her nerves more and more.
But, really! He couldn't just walk in, persuade her to go back to the work she'd escaped from years ago in favour of a more healthier life, and be himself the entire time.nThe audacity of that man was the bane of her existence. She wanted to kill him.
Yet, Every inch of her soul felt pity as she withdrawaled at the reminder that in the midst of her rage; she had forgotten that she used to love him.
She even dated him.
But she's glad that she was blinded with rage, because if she did remember, she would've kicked him out and slammed the door the moment his punchable face presented itself at her apartment's entrance.
Because if the love was still there, it would have been enough to destroy her, and she didn't want to think about that. Because the person she tried fraternizating with was in the same room as her, as handsome as ever, as killable as he was when he was nothing but Newbie to her.
She didn't want to become a criminal.
It was dangerous.
But Penelope Garcia is way too kind to kick anyone out of her apartment. Especially.. Ex–friends. Even more, kill them.
“Did you know that your office is still empty?” Luke quired softly, his voice overlapping with the progressively quickening taps of her laptop keys as she got lost in her thoughts, “all the people that try to fill in your place try to do it from home.”
Penelope couldn't help but laugh at that, and at him, and really at the absurdity of everything. After an hour and fifteen minutes of not engaging in conversation, that's how he starts it off? Was he not aware that she was upset at him for the little stunt he pulled? Interrupting her baking lesson, then eating the sugar cookie of one of her student's without her permission?
And how much audacity he had to walk into her apartment and to pull her back into the hellish life of working in the FBI? After she finally got out of that painful cycle of friends being in danger all of the time, and her being in danger all of the time? That she was possibly going to be roped back in again and maybe she won't be able to make it out of it like she did 3 years ago this time?
Maybe she was more than a little livid at Luke Alvez. She was searing with anger—
“Why does that make me happy?” she replied giddily, an almost adoring smile as she continued typing away at her laptop with a new found purpose. She didn't know what, but she was enlightened. Almost.
Hate was still righteously sitting at the bottom of her heart, mind you, but she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the feeling of being reminded that she had set the bar too high for her spot; nobody could replace her as a tech analyst.
She was too good, and that made her happy.
Temporarily happy enough for her to pause her work without a second thought. An unfinished string of code flashing pink at her screen, by her own viewing pleasure, left behind in favour of looking at Luke.
Eyes darting to his lips, then to his cheeks in an emberassed catch to herself and her dignity. She leaned in to land a quick kiss at his cheeks. She still hates Luke Alvez, she just likes being better than everyone.
“It makes me happy that I'm the best.” she worded purposely egotistical, a small smile on her face as Luke stared at her bewildered with a small smile of his own. A blush on his cheeks that rivaled hers.
And maybe was not the time to be thinking about this, but she might be falling again.
Don't get her wrong, she's still upset, but she can be kind. Just for a minute, though he's on thin ice.
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Dating Luke Alvez would include...
a/n: keep sending in your requests! my masterlist can be found here, my prompt list here and ships are open so find my requirements here NOT MY GIF!
word count: 529
pairing: Luke Alvez X Reader
warnings: n/a
summary: pretty self explanatory
requested?:nope! just getting back into writing!
lots of pet names, he rarely refers to you by you actual name
he’s quite protective but also understands you can stand your ground
but that doesn’t stop him from snaking an arm around your waist when some man has been looking at you for what he deems ‘too long’
luke loves to cook, and his cooking is amazing which means you’re always well fed or sending him recipes for food you wanna try and he accommodates to all of these sometimes even making enough for you to take to work for lunch the next day
lots of cuddles especially in the morning as he’s an early riser so loves laying in bed before work to cuddle even if you’re still asleep
dog walks! whenever you have the chance even if its just round the block or a hike that lasts all day but it’s so peaceful to walk with luke and roxy and this is where you normally have your most personal conversations
he needs a lot of reassurance
very big on PDA and you will rarely find him and you in the same room without touching
his hand stays on your thigh while he drives
gloating to the team about how perfect and amazing you are - he does not shut up about you and although the team pretend it’s annoying they’re really happy he found his person
on the jet he listens to songs you told him you liked so he can feel closer to you
big believer in never going to bed angry so makes sure after an argument (because they happen) you’re both calm and there's no hard feelings
whenever he’s away there’s many phone calls just so he can hear your voice - it ground him
seeing him cry and being there for him just as much as he’s there for you
your biggest supporter in whatever you do - you wanna go to the gym with him? on it! he’ll help you/stand in awe just watching you. you take up a new hobby? he’s brought all the supplies for you. new hair colour? he loves it! etc...
likes it when you read to him - over the phone or in person
dog sitting roxy and slowly winning her over as you feed her
semi regular date nights
keeps a photo of you and roxy both on his desk and in his wallet
penelope loves you - she will always text you about random things luke has said/done that she thinks you’ll want to hear
que: ‘oh this happened at work today’ ‘i know’ ‘why do you know?’ ‘pen text me when it happened’ ‘god damn again? i’m gonna have to text you first’
he loves taking photos of you - and you fill most of his camera roll
knowing his coffee order and dropping it off alongside some lunch to the bullpen sometimes
babysitting matt’s kids with him
‘uncle luke! y/n! please can we get ice cream!’
never being cold again, either he’s got a jacket for you to wear or this man is a literal furnace so he’ll hug you and instantly you can feel the heat radiating off of him
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Dating Luke Alvez Would Include
Immediately knowing that he has feelings for you.
Him flirting with you at every opportunity.
Him asking you on a date pretty quickly.
Going for the traditional dinner and a movie date.
Him walking you to your door.
Sharing your first kiss at your front door.
Going on a few more dates before becoming an official couple.
Joining him for runs.
Taking Roxy for walks and runs.
Teasing him that Roxy likes you more when she lays on you.
Movie and takeout nights.
Date nights.
So many cuddles.
Him always being very sweet and loving.
Pet names.
“Babe/baby.”
“Gorgeous/handsome.”
“Love.”
Amazing sex.
Massages.
Playing with each other’s hair.
Comforting him after a rough case.
Being close to the team.
Always being there for each other.
Trusting each other with everything.
Telling each other everything.
Making each other laugh even on your worst days.
Inside jokes.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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Hey guys!! I'm thrilled to announce that I reached a ridiculous milestone. It's incredible and really unbelievable that 1,000 people want to read what I write. I started writing and posting out of a place of loneliness. Between the pandemic and other things, I didn't really have much to do, besides the normal. Being on here has given me so many wonderful and kind friends. I adore all of you! So thank you! I'm so happy to announce that my challenge will be active!! Below the cut will explain the rules and expectations. Thank you ❤️❤️❤️
Samuel-De-Champagne-Problems 1,000 Followers Challenge
So if you don't know it by now, I kind of like Taylor Swift (I love her actually) so I decided that I wanted to include what has inspired countless of my one-shots into this challenge.
Basic Rules
Challenge Running Dates: September 17-December 13th
Taylor Swift Inspired: All fics must be inspired by any Taylor Swift song. If you need help because you're not an avid listener, I'm happy to help suggest song ideas based on the plot.
Characters Allowed: While I only read/write Spencer Reid, I'm opening this up to any Criminal Minds pairing/characters (EX: Aaron Hotchner x Reader; Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez; Spencer Reid x Reader; Emily Prentiss x Tara Lewis)
Content Allowed: As much as I would love for this all to be happy endings, there are so many fantastic Taylor songs that could turn into heartbreaking one-shots. So tag appropriately (i.e: angst without a happy ending, major character death, smut (MUST BE 18+)
Important Tags: Tag these fics with this - "SDCP1000" and make sure to tag me in the fic as well!
Formatting: At least 500 words (no word limit, but needs to be one part) and all fics should contain this information & a read more cut!
Title:
Summary: What's it about! Tempt your readers here!
Pairing: (include pronouns if x reader)
Content Warning: Put warnings of any content that might be trigger to your audience
Word Count: How long is it??
Song Inspired by: What song is it inspired by? If you want it to be a surprise, put it at the end!!
If you have any questions about the rules/expectations, don't hesitate to shoot me a message. I promise that I don't bite :)
Happy writing!
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Be Forever Young (Reid Fluff Fic)
Summary: After Penelope’s resignation from the BAU, she attempts to set up her tech protégé, Reader, with Reader’s intellectual match yet much older counterpart - Dr. Spencer Reid.
A/N: The POV switches between Reader and Spencer, just use context clues to detect who the narrator is.
Pairing: Fem!Reader x Spencer Reid
Content Warning: 21 year age gap, headcannon proposal
Playlist: Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny
Word Count: 6.1k
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Prologue
Events like these weren’t exceedingly rare. They weren’t anything like Halley’s Comet, by any means, where it only happens once in your lifetime - if you’re lucky. But they weren’t exactly sunrises - something that you can count on occurring every day without fail.
The best celestial phenomenon I could compare it to are blue moons. Rare enough to still have an element of surprise when they came, but not so rare that I should never expect them.
These ‘blue moons’ are actually the events in which I meet an intellectual match.
It’s not too often that I find a mind quite like mine, so you’ll forgive me for the reaction it elicits to watch them transcend the physical level and connect with me on the psychological one. There’s only been a handful of people who’ve ever had the exact standard of aptitude to be permissible into this metaphysical world with me, but now - there’s a handful and one.
The newest addition to the list is her.
_ _ _
Getting a word in edgewise when it comes to a conversation with Penelope Garcia is nearly impossible. Getting a word in edgewise when it comes to a conversation with Penelope Garcia about Dr. Spencer Reid is impossible.
I couldn’t tell you when the first time she brought him up was, but I could probably tell you just how many times since then she’s mentioned him.
A trillion. At least.
For months on end, he was the only thing she would talk to me about. Morning, noon, and night. Every single day she’d gush about him with the same unrelenting zeal as she had the day before and the day before that. It was both scary and impressive how she never seemed to run out of good things to say about him.
“You would just die for his apartment. It’s got this super chic dark academia thingy going on. You’d be really into that,” she would say. Or something to that effect. I was never really listening.
Not that I wasn’t interested in learning about Dr. Reid - I was very interested in him.
As a superior.
I first learned of him when he taught my Psych 101 class. Freshman year me was simply enthralled with him as a speaker, probably due to the charm of his awkward humor. I found it eerily relatable and touching, in a way. That was probably my favorite class, minus the assholes who made it less than enjoyable at times. (That’s a story for later).
The next interaction I had with him happened not even a year later when he came back after temporarily teaching to sit in on a philosophy class. Even though he was only auditing the lecture, whereas I was enrolled in the course, he ended up sitting in the seat right beside me. Had he not been gifted with an eidetic memory - a fact I found out during one of my obsessive research sessions - I doubt he would’ve even remembered sitting next to me.
Our shared field of work helped to bring us back together repeatedly throughout college. I would run into him at seminars, workshops, once even at a library where we were both looking for the same book.
But for the most part, our relationship was parasocial. It largely consisted of me learning from him at a distance. I would use his brilliant research to support my own assignments, read the books he recommended, audit the classes he would teach.
Rather than accurately interpreting my very limited, very professional connection to Dr. Reid, Penelope was deliberately using it as ammunition for her arsenal of reasons why I should consider dating him.
“You guys are basically already friends, and nothing is cuter than the friends-to-lovers trope!” Now that she actually did say, and the only reason I remember it verbatim was it was so outrageous I couldn’t not remember it.
And probably because she just said it to me right now.
“We’re not friends! We’re ... acquaintances. Colleagues, if you will.” My attempts to gain distance from Penelope and this topic of conversation were crashing and burning. The more I tried to walk away from her, the faster she would chase me. It was inconceivable how she managed to do that and continue to pelt me with her perky persistence.
“Even better! You know I’m no stranger to workplace romances.”
That I did. One Derek Morgan or one Luke Alvez ring a bell?
“Dr. Reid and I don’t work together,” I reminded her, if only to burst her bubble of insanity.
“Exactly my point! If you two don’t work together, then there’s nothing keeping you apart.”
I was stopped dead in my tracks, almost causing Penelope to trip since she was right on my heels.
“Nothing? Really? Try 21 years.”
That surely kept us apart.
Our age gap was one of those glaring disparities Penelope couldn’t wave away with her magic wand. Frankly, it wasn’t an age gap so much as it was an age Grand Canyon. He was a whole person of legal drinking age older than me!
Hell - our age gap itself was older than me!
Maybe there weren’t any contracts or agreements or supervisors to keep us apart, but there was still one significant thing doing that.
Time. Arguably the most important thing you needed to get right for a relationship to work.
If there were any chance that he and I were good together, that was squandered by our divergence in age.
Right person, wrong time ... but wrong time by more than two decades.
I could see the smallest fragment of hope wither away in Garcia’s eyes, and it actually hurt to have known that I caused that. Her voice was more solemn when she said, “You don’t have to date him, I just want you to go on a date. Get to know each other better. Who knows? You might finally graduate from colleagues to BFF’s.”
Not that I was seriously considering the possibility of growing closer to Dr. Reid, but there was one question lingering in my mind.
“Does he even want to go on this date? Have you asked him how he feels about it?”
Part of why I was wondering was on the off chance that she’d tell me he had the same objections towards this that I did, which would be good news for me since it would mark my reluctance as a sound judgment. If there was anyone whose opinion was worth something, it was his, right? After all, he was the provable genius in the same compromising position as me.
“Trust me, he’s been dying to do this.” In spite of her preface to trust her, I didn’t. I couldn’t be sure if she was suggesting that he’d been dying to go on a date with me or if he’d been dying to go on a date in general.
No offense to him, but I guessed it was the latter, and if that was the case, he was only being a team player because she hadn’t told him it was me she was setting him up with. Already suspecting that I’d probe further to navigate through her vagueness, she cut in with one last Hail Mary. “One date! That’s all!”
Whether you believe me or not, 100% the only reason why I said what I said next was to put an end to this madness. “Fine. I’ll go.”
Maybe 99.99%.
_ _ _
I never knew how I could lose so much time. Sure, if anyone asked, I could probably account for everything I’d done in my day, second by second. But still, there was this cloudiness, a fog, inhabiting my brain, casting this haze on whatever else dwelled in my mind, too.
I couldn’t focus on anything for more than 4 seconds at a time, and while that wasn’t incredibly concerning for the average human, it was disconcerting for me.
What was going on?
What is going on?
“What’s going on?”
Suddenly, a hand began to wave in front of my face. “Yoo-hoo? Anybody in there?” JJ wondered aloud, causing me to realize it was her voice that asked the question from before.
“Yeah, sorry,” I shook my head to regain some clarity, but that did me no good. My foggy brain still remained. It goes without saying my words were worth nothing as well. JJ saw right through me in a way that never failed to scare me shitless. I could never conjure up a lie good enough to follow that look she’d give me. So I settled for the truth. The question that cast the haziness in my brain to begin with.
“What do you think about me dating again?”
If I thought that first look was bad, then the one she was giving me now was something of a nightmare. At least with the first, I knew what she was thinking. With this one, I hadn’t a clue.
To relieve us from some of the insufferable silence, I found myself speaking again in my defense. “Garcia mentioned something earlier about setting me up with someone and it got me thinking.”
Thinking about Max that is.
Being my most recent girlfriend, it made sense why she was freshest in my mind. That being said, we’ve been broken up for 14 months, which in any other context would seem like more than enough time to start dating again, but therein lies the catch.
We didn’t just break up. She said “no” when I asked her to marry me, which, if you ask me, is one hell of a way to break up.
So from that perspective, it obviously begs the question: is 14 months too fast to move on from something like that?
JJ sharply inhaled. “Well, are you ready to start dating again?”
I still didn’t have an answer for that myself. “I don’t know. There isn’t exactly a rulebook on how long you have to wait until it’s socially acceptable-”
“Lemme stop you right there, Spence,” She placed her hand on top of mine. “You can’t just do whatever statistics or studies or science say is right all the time. You not only need to be more in tune with your own needs but accepting of them, too. Screw what anyone else has to say about you dating again - including Socrates, including Einstein, including Aristotle ... including me. Do whatever you think is acceptable by your standards - not society’s. Do what you wanna do and I’ll support that.”
There was something special about having JJ’s approval. It was like getting permission to be excited, something I didn’t know I needed or wanted.
“I’m ready.”
Born ready, as Penelope herself would say.
_ _ _
I was starting to get suspicious that maybe I had an invisible string attached to me and on the other end of that string was Penelope. It was the only explanation as to how she managed to trail behind me at an isochronal pace. Perfectly equidistant, perfectly equal intervals of time. Must’ve been some form of magic that she was able to synchronize that connection for as long as she did as we pranced around the office, basically chasing me.
“Okay, I know the date isn’t until Saturday, but I really think we need to amp up your wardrobe choices ... like stat.”
Hearing that I was seeing my superior still didn’t settle well with me. I don’t think I could ever get used to the thought.
I should’ve been offended at her suggestion to change my clothing taste as it implied my stylistic choices weren’t up to par, but a part of me, a very small part of me, knew she was right. And just because I wasn’t keen on the idea of going on a date with Spencer didn’t mean I didn’t want to look nice for him for it.
“I’m assuming you’ve got some ideas in mind,” I said in a teasing voice, knowing that’s precisely why she brought it up.
“See! You are a genius! Exactly why you and Spencer are meant to be together!” Her exclamation was just as loud as it was outlandish.
“Alright, calm down sparky,” I shot a warning look. “It’s just one date - we’re not soulmates.”
Then, talking in the quietest voice I didn’t think Penelope was capable of speaking with, she said, “Not yet.”
I knew the minute I showed even the littlest bit of interest in Penelope’s fashion guidance, I’d end up draped in ruffles, sequins, glitter, tulle, rhinestones, or all of the above. Nothing again Penelope’s personal style - it’s just not mine.
I was scared to ask, but I had to know. “So what were you thinking?”
Before my very eyes, Penelope’s constantly-there smile transformed, something akin to the mischievous grin of the Cheshire Cat. “I was thinking …”
In a Mary Poppins-esque fashion, Penelope produced a dress that in no feasible reality should have been able to fit within that little Hello Kitty side bag.
I suppose it must’ve been absolutely backbreaking for Penelope to refrain from choosing a multicolor or at least pattern-riddled dress, so as compensation for the fact that it was only one singular color throughout, it had to be a bold one.
Red.
“Not too shabby, right?” Her eyebrows jumped on her forehead, knowing she’d made a good choice.
And a part of me actually died saying this, but it was pretty perfect.
_ _ _
My life didn’t flash before my eyes, per se, the moment I finally arrived at the delicatessen. It was more like a very specific, singular memory had flashed before my eyes.
That story for later? This is the one.
Psych 101 was my best class in Freshman year ... by a long shot. Come rain, wind, or snow, I was always excited to go. It was a standout course on its own, but not because it was terribly spectacular or the most fascinating subject in the world, but more so because of how it changed my own person. It challenged me, like all worthwhile things do.
There were more judgmental meatheads - boys, if you will - than not, who would jump down my throat for being a smart ass or a teacher’s pet if I so much as answered one of Dr. Reid’s questions. Par for the course, really.
As a result, I had a proclivity to avoid raising my hand. It wasn’t that I was hyper-fixated on managing my reputation, just that participating wasn’t worth the eventual harassment from my dimwitted classmates.
Nonetheless, one day, I felt compelled to answer Dr. Reid when he asked what our thoughts were about the sampled, pretense manifesto.
No one else was jumping at the chance to speak, perhaps they were just as cowardly as I was, and it was clear that he was going to stand there waiting until someone finally would. The silence was painfully awkward for everyone and so I felt obligated, as a student who was actually enrolled in the class for credit and not just to audit like 90% of the other girls here, to break it.
Slowly, ever so slowly, my hand hesitantly inched up into the air until it floated just high enough above the student in front of me’s head. As soon as I knew he saw it, I let it plunge straight back down.
“Yes, Ms. (y/l/n)?”
I could already feel the dirty looks and snide comments coming before I even said a word.
“I know we’re all collectively referring to this unsub as a man, and while that might just be a general assumption or Freudian slip perhaps ... I think the language is steeped in betrayal and contempt. And it would be ignorant not to notice how it reads more like the wrath of a woman scorned than your typical jilted male lover.”
“Lover?” Someone two rows back snickered quietly, clearly to mock my choice of words. I didn’t even have to look to know it was Brad who had said that. Nevertheless, Dr. Reid was impressed with my answer. His lips curved into the faintest smile as he nodded his head. If he had heard the commentary of one Brad Sterling, he made no visceral reaction to it.
With an extended hand, palm facing up, he gestured for me to, “Please. Stand up.”
I fumbled my way up and out of my seat to possibly delay the shit I’d get for this mere action.
“That, ladies and gentleman, is what it looks like to have courage,” He underlined his words with a grand flourish of his hand in my direction. “Putting yourself on the line even in the event you’ll be mocked and ridiculed or deemed wrong. That’s something you’ll need if you are seriously considering being part of the BAU, or the FBI at any capacity.”
My face was flushed from the acclaim he was showering me with. Suddenly, I was glad I volunteered.
Taking me completely by surprise, Dr. Reid wasn’t done yet.
“So, Mr. Sterling,” He began, directly calling out the boy in the back who without a doubt made the remark. I wouldn’t have had any reason to believe he heard it since his attention never diverted away from me long enough to catch the comment, much less the culprit. I wonder if he’d heard all the times Brad made jokes at my expense. Was he finally at his wits end with the sarcasm? “Make fun all you want, but might I suggest that if you like a girl, you do the opposite of that.”
His sickly sweet drawl was followed by a short wink at me as if to say ‘I have your back’, and I was lucky to have already been in the process of sitting back down because my knees would’ve given out underneath me from the sheer exhilaration of his praise.
The thought never once crossed my mind that Brad was so fixated on me because he had a crush, but it all made sense once it did. And if I didn’t know any better, Dr. Reid only humiliated him and brought it up because the realization dawned on him, too.
Was it possible that Dr. Reid was ... jealous?
In the spirit of complete transparency, that suspicion may have lit the tiniest wildfire imaginable in my chest. A wildfire that, even now, has yet to extinguish. Perhaps that little flame is the 0.01% of the reason I said yes. I could only imagine what kind of omnipotence it would soon gain if this date went well.
If he could light such an enduring kindle with simple praise, think about what would happen if he smiled at me. If he laughed at my jokes. If he held my hand.
If he kissed me.
Dr. Reid’s validation would be something I actively sought from all walks of life, I knew that much. What I didn’t know was how far that desire would take me.
I would have never guessed it would lead me here.
Standing in front of a fancy restaurant in a pretty red dress with the tenuous hope that the professor inside might just like it so much that he’ll end up liking the girl wearing it, too.
_ _ _
No matter how many times I adjusted the bouquet of poppies, they sat perpetually crooked on the table. Much like the dark gray tie around my neck that tightened around my throat with every passing second. I had to keep messing with it to loosen the noose-like grip it had on me. Who knew if it actually was becoming more restricting or it was the flourishing bundle of nerves in my stomach that made it harder to breathe.
I was never very good at lying in wait patiently. Especially if I was expecting something. Now that I was expecting someone? I could say with perfect clarity - I was not good at waiting.
I don’t wanna seem the way I do
Every time the door opened, my eyes flashed to it instantaneously. And every time it wasn’t her, a little part of me was disappointed. It was still too early to say for certain that she was standing me up, but my mind was doing what it did best. It wandered. There was nothing else to do after all.
Except maybe adjust those blood orange poppies one more time.
I’d picked them out specifically because Penelope slipped in a not-so-subtle comment about her dress being “a perfect match to the color of papaverales” - her words exactly. I thought if she went through that much trouble to find a color coordinated plant and say the scientific name for me to decode, it was worth picking up a bouquet of them on the way.
It was only the most ironic occurrence in the world that when I went to rearrange them one last time, I devoted my full attention to the action, missing the very moment I was on the lookout for the past hour and a half.
I didn’t even see her until the red poppies camouflaged into the identically colored setting of her dress.
Then there she was.
All the disappointment in the world was worth that first time I saw her with fresh eyes.
I was dumbstruck for a moment, long enough that it warranted an apology for not standing up sooner.
“(Y/n)! Hi!” I accidentally squealed. I couldn’t control myself, let alone control the pitch of my voice apparently.
I could see, in her, youthful naivete where, in others, I saw their age. She paradoxically had not aged a minute, and yet a new womanhood was piercing through her ultimately adolescent appearance.
“Hi, Dr. Reid,” She said through a laugh and a smile, shaking my hand politely and professionally. She was greeting me like I was still her professor and she’d just happen to run into me on an errand. Next, she’d be attempting small-talk for as long as it took for me to let her go.
Unfortunately for her, I had no plans for that.
But I’m confident when I’m with you
“Please, it’s just Spencer,” I reminded her, hoping to break down that governing image of me she surely maintained.
“Spencer,” She tried again; doing it more to be obedient to my instruction than to satisfy her own desire. It sounded so unnatural to her, just as it did to me. I found it adorable, actually. It seemed like she was breaking this unspoken, and very much illusionary rule to say my first name. “It’s nice to see you again,” She added after I pulled out her chair for her.
“Is it?” I asked when I rounded the table to get to my seat. “I get the feeling you’re a little disappointed.” The only reason I pointed it out was that it was true, not just that I’d observed the notion grow more poignant in her face for the past minute.
“Not at all,” She shook her head, which luckily for me, drew a line of congruence between her body language and verbal language. At least, she was being truthful. “It’s just that I’m sort of embarrassed.”
“Embarrassed?” I repeated in astonishment, unable to cultivate a list of reasons that would justify her feeling that way. I couldn’t think of a single thing I’d done to provoke that emotion, and it nearly broke me to consider her internal being substantiating it.
“Embarrassed isn’t the right word, but I can’t find a more accurate one for what I’m feeling,” She shied away from my eyes when she lowered her head as she spoke.
“You could try to explain it to me?” I offered gently. It took an overwhelming amount of self-restraint to not offer my hand with it. It would’ve been so easy to slide my hand across the threshold to enter her territory of the table, but who knows if doing so would just make her that much more uncomfortable.
“Well for one thing, I don't really go on dates,” From this alone, I could already relate to her enough to laugh at the fact. “Don’t laugh at me! You know how dangerous first dates can be,” She swatted her hand in my direction to chastise me.
“I do! I do! I think it’s really good that you’re protecting yourself to the point of avoiding dates,” I was teasing the implication that she wasn’t asked to go on very many, which was thankfully delivered well enough to make her laugh again.
“Hey! Many people have wanted to go on dates with me, thank you very much. You included.”
“Me included.” I nodded in approval. We sat in a short period of silence while we exchanged one soulful glance, borne from the insinuation of what I just said.
“And for another ... I respect you too much as a figure of authority to see you in that way.”
_ _ _
“In what way?”
Rather than tossing me a lifeline, he was feeding me to the sharks. Forcing me to dive into the deep end. He wanted to see me struggle to stay afloat in the sea of his sticky toffee eyes. He knew I'd get suspended in them when he gave me that look. How much I’d be willing to get lost in them just so I could wander in the depths of his honeyed orbs for a little bit longer.
That look ...
“You don’t find it weird?” This was the most honesty I could’ve demonstrated.
“Find what weird?” For someone with such a high IQ, you’d think he’d be quicker on his feet.
“This! You - me. On a date!” I gestured to the space between us. “You’re ... well frankly, Spencer, you’re old enough to be my father.”
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” He genuinely cared about the answer.
“Only in theory. Not in actual life,” was the most precise response I could give.
“So what is making you uncomfortable?” Again, I could tell my answer mattered to him.
“You were my professor once, and now I’m just supposed to go on a date with you and see you as my equal when I’ve spent the entire time I’ve known you, putting you on a pedestal? Do you know how much pressure that puts on me? To be perfect?”
“Who says you have to be perfect? Who says you’re aren’t already?”
That one caught me off guard. I had to gulp down the lump of shock.
“You think I’m perfect?”
“That, or you’re pretty close to it.”
Lately all I feel is bad and bruised
I could’ve smiled, I could’ve thanked him, I could’ve fallen at his feet and thrown my dignity down there along with it, but I just laughed. I laughed.
“That’s ridiculous! You barely know me.”
“You’re wrong,” He simply replied with a firm shake of his head and a cavalier sip at his drink. It showed just how confident he was in his answer. How cocky he was.
“How am I wrong?”
He cleared his throat as though he were preparing to deliver the world’s greatest speech. Then, he leaned forward, motioning with his fingers for me to do the same.
“If I’m remembering correctly, which you know I am, you were the student who had the gall to raise your hand and correct me on my gender identification of the unsub, right?”
The second the sentimental thought, ‘aww he remembered’, came into my head, it was soon followed by, of course, he did, idiot. Eidetic memory, remember?
Tired of tripping on my shoes
“What does that have to do with me being perfect? Or so you claim?”
He was piercing deep into my eyes now, his gaze overwhelming my senses and sending shockwaves akin to the feeling of butterflies everywhere … and I mean everywhere.
“Bravery is the audacity to be unhindered by failures, and to walk with freedom, strength, and hope, in the face of things unknown.”
I recognized the quote as one of Morgan Harper Nichols, but the words went right to my chest like they were his own.
That damn wildfire just got a whole lot bigger.
“I’ve always thought about how if I could be unfazed by failure or even just the prospect of it, if I could just be strong enough or have enough hope to face what I couldn’t predict, I’d be set. I’d be golden,” He paused. “I’d be perfect ... but you? You, little one, have already got that figured out. So whether that means you’re perfect on your own because of your bravery or you're a perfect match for someone fainthearted like me, is up for you to decide. Whichever interpretation of being perfect you choose would be correct, but you should know - I meant both either way.”
But when he loves me I feel like I’m floating
When he calls me pretty, I feel like somebody
Even when we fade eventually to nothing
You will always be my favorite form of loving
“Do you want to get out of here?” He asked when he finally refound his voice.
“Since the minute I walked in.” I replied after refinding mine.
_ _ _
“You always take girls to your apartment on the first date, Doctor?” Asking this in the name of taking a jab at him was the most clever way I could think to conceal my underlying motive of trying to gauge how giddy I could let myself feel about the fact that he’d taken me to his ‘super chic dark academia’ themed residence - Penelope’s words, remember?
“Well, in my abundant dating history,” He sarcastically began, “I can’t say I ever have, no. You’d be the first.”
That shot another quick bolt of lightning to the wildfire in my heart that I’m ashamed to admit made the heat reinvigorate. The flame must’ve been too much for my chest to contain so it had to relocate to my face, where my cheeks were left to burn under his gaze and thanks to his admission.
I was the first.
He must’ve seen the glint localizing on my countenance and decided to speak on it. “Why does that amuse you?”
“I don’t know,” I dumbly but truthfully replied. He didn’t need any more information to get his answer, though. Because even if I didn’t know what amused me about being his first, I never denied that it did, and that was more than enough confirmation for him.
“You promise to be here when I come back?” He wagged a cautionary finger at me like it might persuade me to stay and hold me accountable if I didn’t.
Spencer needed to go into his room to collect an item that ‘shall not be named’ but was apparently essential for our super secret plans tonight (secret to even me) and he was leaving me in the living room while he did so. I guess being the initial girl he took home on a first date was okay, but being the initial girl he took into his bedroom on a first date was crossing a line.
That was alright with me, though. I was in this for the long haul.
“I promise I pose no flight risk, Your Honor,” I taunted with a coy tone. “But I can’t promise I won’t snoop around some.” Hey, at least I was telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth.
“Snoop around all you want,” He laughed ruefully, demonstrating an openness I quite envied and admired. “You’ll probably learn a lot about me that way. And you won’t even have to talk to me to do that!” I knew he was only saying that out of self-deprecating tendencies he harbored, but I couldn’t help feeling that a small part of him actually believed that I wasn’t interested in talking to him.
“Spencer, you know I do like talking to you right?” I caught him just before he ran into his room. Already halfway in the door, I could still catch the megawatt smile on his face.
“So stay then,” His smile grew impossibly bigger. “We can talk all you want when I get back.”
The door closed, and then suddenly reopened to let just his face through, a face that said, ‘Don’t go anywhere.’
After a few minutes of loudly sorting through his room, I heard the sanctimonious cry of victory. “Found it!”
I could hear the little pad of his feet and he happily trotted out of the room. “Ta-da! My stargazing kit.” He said it as though he were introducing the basket he was holding to me, and me to it. Like it was a real person he wanted me to know. I almost felt obliged to say, ‘Hi stargazing kit! It’s so nice to meet you. I’m (y/n)!’
“Let’s go,” He smiled, reaching for my hand.
I unabashedly took it, because although it meant that I was truly leaving his apartment, I had a very strong feeling that I would be back here again one day.
_ _ _
We were lying there on this big quilted comforter that was stashed away in that stargazing kit of his, staring up at the sky, drunk on the sound of our occasional fits of laughter.
“It’s Earth Day, you know that?” I wondered aloud in a state of complete euphoria.
“I actually did,” He said through a sheepish laugh, almost as if he was admitting the knowledge of it against his own will to protect my fragility.
From out of nowhere, there was a small tug on the skirt of my dress. I looked down to find Spencer’s hand there, playing with the fabric until it lay perfectly on my leg.
I coughed to possibly relieve the tension brewing in my loins. “So then you know the Lyrid meteor shower is tonight,” I moved the tiniest bit closer to lean into his touch.
“At exactly 4:33 a.m,” He moved too.
“Is that why you brought me here? To watch the shooting stars? To make a wish?” I thought for a second that I would appear exceedingly childish - more so than I already did being 21 years his junior. But he didn’t judge me at all for the kid-like notion of making a wish on a shooting star or the implication that I still believed in those things.
In fact, I piqued his curiosity, telling by the way he moved only his head to the side to watch my reaction. “Say I did. What would you wish for?”
In the throws of dreamy elation, I softly murmured the only honest answer. “To be older. But not the unfulfilling 9 to 5, loveless marriage, ‘I do my taxes for fun’ older. I want to be old in the ways that the stars and the sky are old. I want to be infinite.”
“...To be infinite.” He whispered my wish back, sounding sort of in awe of me.
Just then, the overhead horizon grew larger. With no buildings or people to block the view, it was just us, the stars, and the sky. I could actually feel that I was lying on a planet. It was so wide. So infinite.
“Can I hold your hand?” I asked softly, in a manner so vulnerable it scared me.
Without any words or hesitation, he put my hand in his.
“The universe seems so big right now. I just needed something to hold onto.” I explained quietly, practically with the hopes that he wouldn’t hear me. But he heard.
“I’m here.”
We didn’t know what was ahead of us then. We were just two people, looking up at the sky on a cold February night. We weren’t divided by power, or age, or space. We were ourselves and no one else.
My eyes fluttered shut again and a smile stretched across my face. “Stargazing was a good idea.”
The world and the sky and the stars and I - we were all infinite. I couldn’t have felt bigger in my own body. In the best way possible, I was taking up so much space. I was occupying the earth. I was made up of matter. I mattered.
Just as I began to open my eyes, I caught a glimpse of a fading shooting star. Though I had wished to be older, I still felt like a child. Then it hit me. I didn’t feel older because I wasn’t older.
I was infinite.
Yes, I was a child, but not in the pinch your cheeks, bottles and pacifiers, babyish way. I was a child in the ‘you have a life full of possibilities ahead of you’ way.
You are young. He tells me with his eyes. And that is a good thing. Be forever young.
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Teasing (Spencer Reid/ Reader)
Requested: Yes :)
"This might be random but, I just imagine season 14 Spencer being confident and slapping the reader's ass in front of his co-workers and they tease him and her about it?"
Summary: Teasing Spencer at work is both a good and a bad idea. And (Y/N) knows exactly what she is doing.
Warnings: Cursing, sex references. Let me know if I forgot something :)
Word count: 1,3K
A/N: Anon, I’m sorry it took forever, I hope you like it 💜
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It was probably (Y/N) 's responsibility. It looked like it to her anyway. She had been teasing Spencer that whole day. In her defense, she was bored. It was a slow paperwork day, and after a while, there weren't many ways to kill time in the bullpen.
On the other hand, she knew what she was getting into. And she wanted to.
It all started innocently. (Y/N) walked to her husband's desk and ran her fingers through his hair. She knew he loved that, and it made him close his eyes and hum softly.
- "Hello, gorgeous."
- "How is your day going, honey?"- she asked and stood beside him, playing with his curls.
- "Good, halfway through all the files already. You?"- (Y/N) sighed and pulled the hair at the back of his neck softly.
- "Just starting."- she whispered and bit her lips, smiling.
Spencer stared at her and raised an eyebrow. She only smiled innocently and walked back to her desk.
Working with your husband could be a problem sometimes. It could also be very entertaining. I guess it all depends on how much work you've got to do that day.
Spencer and (Y/N) had met in the BAU ten years ago. It felt like ages. They were both so young back then, so shy and so innocent. Not just in the love department but also as profilers.
A lot had changed from those days when Spencer would blush and fluster each time (Y/N) talked to him. He wasn't the same. Not even close. Not after dating her for two years. After learning everything about her. The way she tasted. The way she moved. The way she liked to be touched.
He wasn't the same, not after being married to her for three years. After sharing every day, the good ones and the bad ones.
He wasn't the same, not after being in jail, missing her body, her laughter, her company.
Now, Spencer wouldn't hold himself back. He felt more confident. Spencer was now more in power. He could be who he always wanted to be when he was with her, not just at home, not only in the bedroom, but everywhere.
Sometimes he would forget where he was, though. (Y/N) had that kind of effect on him, even after all those years. She could blind him when she walked into a room, and she was the only thing he would notice. If you think about it, it's a good thing, especially if it means you are still crazy in love with the woman of your dreams, even when you met her ten years ago.
(Y/N) looked at her husband from her desk and chewed her lips. How could she get his attention to keep on teasing him? Easy peasy.
- "Luke, can you give me a hand?"- she walked to her colleague and leaned over on his desk, making sure her ass was on Spencer's view.
- "Sure thing, what can I help you with?"
(Y/N) had nothing to ask Alvez, but that didn't stop her from rambling on a bunch of data with him about one of the cases they had worked on a few weeks ago.
She moved the weight of her body from one leg to the other, moving slowly. She knew she had Spencer's attention. He loved her ass.
Loved it. Worship it. He couldn't get enough of it. You name it. Reid liked to put her on his lap and slap her ass until it would be red. He also liked to mark it and leave bruises all over it. And most of all, he loved to stare at it, just the way he was doing that minute, licking his lips, thinking about all the things he was going to do to her as soon as they got home that day.
She knew what she was doing. She surely did. Spencer kept thinking about it now, unable to continue with the paperwork. He looked at her, sauntering through the bullpen. She stopped and talked with JJ for a moment, smiling, laughing. Playing with her hair. He couldn't stop thinking about her now, about what he wanted to do to his wife.
Then, (Y/N) walked to the kitchenette to get a coffee, and Spencer moved in his chair to make sure he could still get a glimpse of her. She turned around and looked at him as she walked over, holding two cups of coffee.
- "Here you have, doctor Reid"- (Y/N) whispered, and a chill ran down Spencer's back. Those two words coming from her lips were too much. He loved it when she called him by his honorifics. She smiled and turned around to walk to her desk when Spencer's hand moved and slapped her ass, staring at it as he bit his lips.
The way he looked at her, anyone could tell what he was thinking about. Including the rest of the team, of course.
- "Oh no!!"- Rossi frowned and stared at the couple- "You know, I liked you a lot better when you were a young, innocent kid who couldn't even talk to (Y/N) without stuttering."
Spencer wide opened his eyes and stayed speechless, holding his breath for a few seconds. (Y/N) laughed and looked at Rossi innocently.
- "What? What did he do?"- Prentiss walked over, holding a cup of coffee too.
- "He is touching his wife in public again!"- Rossi shook his head, clearly joking- "You have to learn how to control yourself, kid."
- "Stop making him sound like a perv"- (Y/N) chuckled and stood next to her husband -"He just can't help it. He held himself back for years."
(Y/N) loved teasing her husband, and she was unquestionably enjoying that moment.
- "Oh! I saw him last week! it was disturbing"- Prentiss frowned and looked at her friend. "You have to control those hands!"
- "Please, stop"- Spencer closed his eyes and whispered.
- "You just grabbed her ass in front of everybody here! And the other day I saw you! You were touching her shamelessly while you kissed her outside your car."- Emily argued, laughing.
- "We were in the parking lot!"- Reid argued, and (Y/N) bit her lips, trying not to laugh- "And why were you even watching us?"
- "I wasn't! I minded my own business, walking to my car, and you two were pulling off quite a spectacle out there"- Prentiss chuckled- "I didn't know you had it in you, Spence."
- "Yeah. I miss the shy kid"- Rossi added- "What happened to him?"
- "I broke him"- (Y/N) answered and smiled mischievously- "And that's all I can say about that subject."
Both Rossi and Prentiss frowned, pretending to be disgusted. (Y/N) just giggled and turned to Spencer, looking as innocent as possible.
- "Ok, enough of your deviant's attitudes, Spencer. Back to work."- Prentiss said and headed back to her office. Rossi looked at Spencer and smiled.
- "I'm kidding, kid, just keep your hands to yourself when I can see you"- Reid groaned and closed his eyes one more time as (Y/N) laughed.
- "Why do you think this is so funny?"- he asked his wife when no one was around.
- "I don't know. I guess I love teasing you"- (Y/N) simply answered and stuck out her tongue to him. She was about to walk back to her desk when she felt Spencer's hand grabbing her wrist tight, stopping her.
- "You are going to pay for this"- he muttered and looked right into her eyes, making her shiver in anticipation.
- "Just wait and see what happens when we are home."
- "What's gonna happen?"- she whispered and bit her lips, almost childishly.
- "You'll see what happens when you tease daddy at work,"- Spencer added and raised an eyebrow.
- "Daddy?!"- Luke wide opened his eyes, passing by the couple- "Are you fucking serious?!"
- "Oh shit!"- Spencer covered his face with both hands, and (Y/N) just burst out laughing.
- "I wanna pretend that never happened."- Luke said, staring at the couple.
- "Please, it never did. This never happened."- Spencer whispered, and Alvez nodded.
- "Got it, daddy."
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"I Have you." A Happy Musical Oneshot
This a happy version of Chapter 9 of Deep and Crisp and Even for those who are not keen on the lovers to friends trope I'm exploring over there. For those who are reading the "happy version of DCE" (soon to be re-titled) I don't think this chapter is going to be worked in - so probably best to read here 🥰
Paring: Penelope Garcia x Luke Alvez
Summary: Penelope and Luke have been dating and today is a day when Penelope is going to shower Luke in TLC - the result is a sexy heartful interlude where Penelope and Luke listen / dance / love to one of my favourite albums on the planet - it's Canadian Folk/Spoken world: In Streetlight Communion by The Fugitives
Words: 6283 (but you can skim a bunch of them towards the end - although the end is written with the intention of you reading with rhythm and verve and filling in your own blanks with your imagination)
Content: Brief mention of death of parents, loving sex, a bit of profanity, fluff, craft beer, poetry/lyrics, a brief Roxy cameo
The chapter also includes an origin story for this little pic:
GIF sent to me by the oh so brilliant and knowledgable @okimargarvez - BIG THANKS for providing me confirmation that there is no official canon origin story for the photo that Penelope looks at when going to confront the man who killed her parents.
Also, I need to send GIANT HEARTFELT THANKS to lovely smart and caring @vangsn for being a sounding board for this chapter when I was unsure of flow. 🥰
All mistakes as always are mine.
"Alrighty Mr Alvez - today is your day to be pampered - any requests?"
"The movie thing sounded good as a start…Ms Garcia Then see how we feel afterwards?"
Luke waggles his eyebrows at her - super happy to be spending the day with Penelope.
"Sounds good. Hie thee to my DVD collection and if you don't see something you fancy … we can go rent something or watch cable. Capiche?"
"Sounds good. Can you make popcorn while I choose, if I bat my eyes at you and say pretty please?"
"Nope."
"No?"
"The price of popcorn is a kiss - eye batting only gets you jelly beans."
"My mistake… so what would I owe you if I want pizza, beer, licorish, and chocolate cake?"
Then he leans in and kisses her.
Luke falls into the kiss even though it is chaste and brief.
When he tastes her lips it hits him like he hasn't kissed her in a decade… even though in reality it's been less than a few minutes.
Luke shifts back and away - gently breaking their touch - Penelope's eyes have drifted closed - and as he separates them, he feels how her body unconsciously sways forward so that their contact is maintained for as long as possible.
He gathers the beatific smile which stains her lips and lines the edges of her eyes into himself - torn almost to pieces as he realizes it is strained almost microscopically by melancholy born of their job and other tiny stresses he wishes he could erase. He brushes a stray curl off her cheek - and like lightning it is not popcorn and pop-culture he wants to share with her today.
It is music.
He stands abruptly.
Her eyes shoot open and she topples slightly.
Luke grins madly - re-energized by his impulse - and offers Penelope his hand…he's posed like he's asking her to join him for a dance...she blinks up at him then tentatively places his hand in his.
Luke yanks her up - pulling her body flush and hard against his - ravishing her mouth - growling deep and posessively in the back of his throat - and then ripping himself away - his hands burning from the warmth of her - his eyes filled with determined fire.
"Pen? Let's forget about the movie and popcorn for now. Come - I want to show you something back at my place."
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Roxy is gambolling in the snowy backyard - the weather is perfect - just a little below freezing - and since Miss Penny insisted she wear her coat - she'll be comfy out here for ages.
She's also super happy to have some human-free outside time to do her dog stuff. She likes spending so much time with Sergio and Penny - but their apartment really lacks in the outdoor space department. Sometimes a dog just needs some unsupervised digging and squirrel chasing time, y'know? Maybe they could all move here? Hmm she'll have to talk it over with Sergio and see what he thinks…
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Inside, Luke carefully pours the craft beer - craft beer he insisted on picking up on the way over - down the inside of one of the Game of Thrones pint glasses that a friend got him for Christmas last year. The pour is perfect - the beer a deep brown - the foam just right. He does a little internal fist pump and moves to pour the second.
His Penelope may usually be a margarita girl - but Luke is sure she'll appreciate this dunkelweizen - it's one of his absolute favourites and a totally perfect pair for the album he's thinking of.
Another perfect pour - another internal fist pump. He is on fire!
...which is a good thing because jokes about there being no such thing as getting too much head would be beneath him…
Grinning and dance-stepping his way out of the kitchen, Luke carries the two alcoholic offerings into the living room where the fabulous Penelope is waiting - her socks and footless leggings shucked off almost the second they arrived to be comfy - her bare legs and feet tucked up under her - her head bowed over her phone - hair swung down around her face hiding her expression.
Luke can't help but pause and stare. Even though he's been practically living with her since they got back from the case he rarely gets the chance to watch her just be. There is a rightness about her being in his apartment that he is not going to examine too closely… but he knows he wants it to be a very permanent part of his lifr. So instead, he concentrates on the pure pleasure of looking at her.
She must feel his eyes on her because just then she looks up - meeting his smile - her serious perfectly made up face bursts into an expression as joyous as a sunrise.
"Penelope Garcia. Have I told you today how gorgeous you are?"
She frowns in mock thought.
"Not that I recall...and I can usually be trusted to remember a compliment. How gorgeous am I?"
"Hmmm. I think I will let the surprise speak to that. Let me just put these down. Now come over here, Chica."
Luke offers his hand again and she again - trustingly puts hers in his. He helps her up and draws her over to a tall narrow two-doored taupe cabinet in the corner of the room that Penelope has never paid much attention to.
As she frowns slightly at the bare top - Why doesn't he have any photos or nicknacks anywhere? - Luke opens the two solid doors.
Penelope gasps - the cabinet that is as tall as her holds shelf after shelf of cd cases.
Slowly she traces a finger along the spines of the cases - realizing very quickly that she recognizes almost none of the musicians or album names.
"There's more in the guest bedroom. It's the only thing I collect. There is probably every genre of music on the planet in this apartment - famous musicians - obscure - brilliant and really really awful."
"How did I not know this about you?"
Luke shrugs.
"I don't talk about it with anyone really. I like listening to an album all the way through - without doing anything else except snuggle with Roxy - maybe read a novel if the music is purely instrumental. It's sort of a private thing, I guess? Some friends and my mom who stored them all for me for years. When I was in the army I'd have new albums delivered to her place when I was deployed. I had so much to listen to when I got out. It was kind of part of my recovery."
"That's really...it's…"
Penelope has no words - instead she just grabs his hand and squeezes - then turns back to the siren song of scanning the titles of the collection.
"My grandmother, if you'll believe it, keeps trying to convince me to switch to a streaming service instead. But I like CDs - or vinyl - I've got maybe 60 or 70 records - they are in the back bedroom too. It's the whole package, you know? I want the art and the liner notes and the printed lyrics. I have never gotten rid of a single album and I've been collecting since I was in high school - I ah dated a drummer who dragged me to every Indie music venue we could get into. Pretty soon I was the one dragging her. And when we broke up - I never stopped."
"True love."
"I guess so. That sounds better than obsession or dork… I mean it's not just shows… I have an album for every town we've caught an unsub - I mean I often have to research and order them once I'm home - but it's just something I've always done - there's ah also one for anywhere I apprehended a fugitive, every place I ever trained or deployed, everywhere I've ever lived, every live music act I've been in the same bar as...every…"
The timber of Luke's voice deepens. He's looking at her face, not his collection now.
"..every vacation."
Penelope's head whips around. Her eyes are round like an owl's.
Her lips have shaped a soft "oh!"
"There's...there's.. one for when we got together? Where? What is it?"
"Over here, Chica. I bought it when we went to the show - you had gone off to get us drinks or something - and I saw it at the gift table that was set up...the band had apparently toured the Fringe circuit with the guy in the show - so I bought their first album…Plus well the band is called The Fugitives...and that's kinda my thing right?"
He has handed her a case...The Fugitives is definitely the band's name...So "In Streetlight Communion" must be the album title… she opens the case and finds it empty.
"It's in the player. It's practically the only thing I have listened to since we got back. Will you listen to it with me? I think...you're going to love it."
Penelope's eyes are shining. The corners of her perfectly made up cherry red lips tug into a smile.
She had insisted on looking presentable if they were leaving her apartment.
"Yes please."
Luke lets go of a breath he didn't realize he was holding.
"To the couch?"
"To the couch! Wait! Can we um take a selfie together first? I was just thinking I wanted a work appropriate picture...of us...together. Nothing fancy...just side by side smiling? I...just...don't always have pristine make-up around you - seriously you need to work on that, Mister."
He chuckles. It's true - he does have a habit of kissing off her lipstick and smudging the rest of it. It's why he had grumbled a bit when she decided that if they were going out she was "doing her face" - he'd just be kissing it off, so why bother?
"'course, Chica."
But then, when she pouted and faux-growled, he had made a big show of having a change of heart and had declared it would be good if she did as she wanted since it would serve as an anti-ravishing device - increasing the odds that they would make it to his surprise...
Hence, why Penelope figures now is the best time for this mini idea - her lips and red tortoiseshell glasses may become askew later… especially if the music is going to make her feel...well anything really….so it makes sense that they take a moment to stand in front of a stretch of eggshell wall and capture today in her camera.
FLASH!
Good. They look a little bug eyed. He looks happy and she looks put together. Not too couple-y so it would be a safe thing to include in her cheer-up camera roll… perfect for hard days...
Once Penelope has texted a copy to Luke - they head to the couch holding hands - Luke with the cd player remote and the case - Penelope filled to the brim with anticipation.
"Ok - now I know you aren't usually a beer person...but I have hopes you'll like this one. Honestly it's the best match I've found for this album. It's fruity but also round and toasty because it's a dunkleweissen - a dark wheat beer. And since you are an eco warrior - you'll be happy to know it's made in town by a husband-wife team who founded the brewery a couple years ago."
"Stop making me like you, Luke Alvez!"
"Never!"
They kiss.
"But seriously - I'm nervous about whether you'll like it or not. Ok try a sip. What do you think?"
Penelope takes a sip not worried - she can drink beer. But when she takes a sip - she realizes there is beer and then there is beer. This is caramel and leather - a mouthful of sex and copper - rich and warming - unlike a whiskey or scotch there is something heavier more nourishing about the liquid - it doesn't burn on the way down or make her sinuses open with the heat - it's more like a sinful mouthful of fruity chocolate or dark comforting sourdough bread.
"So?"
Penelope takes a second sip - holding the gorgeous drink in her mouth as she deliberately places the pint glass on the coffee table.
Demurely lowering her gaze, she turns to him - shooting him a sultry look under her lashes - thankful he has not yet picked up his glass - because she needs to…
Penelope kisses him. Keeping her lips sealed until they meet his - pushing her tongue through the tightness - wet with beer - licking along the seam of his mouth so that he opens - his tongue coming out to play...tasting...oh my fuck...tasting…
Her tongue invites itself into his mouth...she lifts herself up...so that her ass is no longer flush with the couch cushion...so that he must tilt his head back to keep the kiss...so that the spicy beer trickles along with the kisses - kisses that always seem to be gathering in her mouth for him these days - into his.
Luke's hands come up to cup her face as he claims the kiss more deeply - thumbs caressing cheeks - fingers sliding over her ears to tangle in her hair - mindful of the straight dangly silver earrings - bumping up against the undersides of the arms of her glasses…
She thinks:
See? They will be askew. I knew it.
And:
This kiss...is...actually making my face...my breasts...my...my… eveything… tingle ache..toward him….how? So fast...
And:
Oh! My! Oh! My! oh. oh. oh...
He thinks:
The music can wait…
And:
So fucking uhhhhhhh.
And:
More. More. More. Please.
...
Penelope breaks the kiss.
Luke blinks at her…
Trying to figure out what just happened...
One second he was…
Now he is not…
Penelope laughs quietly.
"You really are adorable when befuddled, Newbie. We should listen to the album. If that beer is the best pairing to the music - I think ah waiting might make the ah experience even ah better?"
Luke's befuddlement drains away at her words and is replaced by a cheeky gleam in his eyes. His trademark crooked cocky grin tweaks at his lips. He leans in towards her - breathing in her perfume - and raises his eyebrows in a playful quirk.
"Which experience would that be, Sweetheart?"
Penelope turns pink all over - only the foundation and powder hides the flood of her tip to tail blush that came out of nowhere.
She turns abruptly away - rubbing her hands settlingly over her thighs.
"Shut-up-shut-up-shut-up! Just because you..."
Penelope cuts herself off and takes a steadying breath.
"I just want to listen to the album, ok?"
Luke strokes a flat firm hand up her spine - up the back of her cabernet dress and slipping up under her black cardigan - rubbing across her shoulder blades in a comforting motion.
Penelope flexes into his touch like a cat being stroked. Stretching her neck from side to side….
Luke closes his eyes almost in pain....
She is so close and so kissable...but she is also right… he knows this album and how many times has he listened to it in the last month wishing he could share it or one of his many other favourites with her?
They may be able listen to music together later when they are just friends - but not this album - never this album.
He wouldn't be able to bear it.
So it's almost now or never.
"Ok. Here, you sit at that end and put your pretty feet in my lap. There. Now here's your beer. Comfy? Ok. I'll see you on the other side ok - it's about a forty minute album? Tell me if you need anything. Geez...I hope you enjoy this."
"I know I will."
Her eyes are filled with liquid love.
He wants to...needs to...no.
He sits back - beer in the hand furthest away from her - uses remote in the other to start the album - then sets it down in easy reach and rests his now empty hand on her ankle - taking a deep pull of hid beer then leaning his head back, closing his eyes, and letting the music wash over him.
Penelope says nothing but raises her eyebrows when the first few notes are clearly being made by a banjo.
A banjo?
She doesn't really think of Luke as a banjo person...let alone..a banjo which is quickly joined by an accordion person…
...but then when the drums..and maybe guitar...piano? It makes sense.
Oh...and then voices.
Oh gosh. The voices.
The song pulls her along into a world of a traveling band…
Then this woman starts doing spoken word over the pulsing pushing crashing of the melody and Penelope is truly ensnared.
**Maybe the road has made me a different kind of woman...gone more wolf cheeked...from watching the dark...raise the sheets to peak...carnival tents in one night stands...**
Penelope holds her breath.
Then, when the woman stops her bit, she takes first a deep gulp of air and then a gulp of her drink.
Falling back into the music...the layering...biting her lip at the next round of spoken word - this time the voice of the woman is joined by a man - clacking through the poetry like trains on a track - another man wailing his heart empty in the background.
The song ends abruptly.
Penelope looks over at Luke - but his eyes are still closed - his features holding an almost unearthly intensity…
...and then the next song starts…
...a new world opens up as her ears strain for the sounds of whispered beatboxing and then the insouciant broken gruff tones of the male poet laying down words about democracy and hard news and celebrity gossip...piano chords deliberately punctuating...promising that a song will resolve itself out of the mist of this introduction…
...then almost silence until the guitar picks up the melody…
...and the woman...her voice a bit like Emily's deep and expressive and a little husky...enters with another part of the poem…
**A journalist is simply someone who has a good memory - hoping that everyone else does not - I've heard the same thing said of storytellers. CSN? I can't remember**
...and then the music and the singers crash in…
...the voice of the man who sounds like an angel yearning to return to heaven sings over everything - calling...calling for redemption...
The wall of sound and ideas envelopes Penelope.
She takes another sip of her drink - holding the liquid again in her mouth to savour - and then leans back and lets the music wash over her as all it builds and builds…
...unbeknownst to her…
...her foot on Luke's lap starts to tap to the rhythm…
...also unbeknownst to her…
… Luke relaxes and washes down a growing smile with another long swallow of beer...his Adam's apple bobbing...his soul flying with the singers….
When the next song starts - this one opens like a much more conventional folk song - he opens his eyes and watches Penelope intently...the lyrics opening this track are sung...barely...but definitely sung not spoken.
There is something particular that has always moved him in this next song but he can't quite put his finger on it.
**Tonight we take the Highway Three - where the deer duck headlights - through the trees - under Crow's Nest Pass - under the town of Frank - where the landslide came and the city sank**
It is about travelling again - two lovers in the front seat - and the brother of the driver - feet resting on top of his guitar - asleep in the back.
Luke was compelled to look up the 1903 Frank Slide after the first time he heard this song - and it is now one more item on the list of things that haunts him.
The lyrics offer the unexpected tragedy as proof to seize the day - seize love when it is available - the urgency is heightened further with descriptions of crosses - left at the roadside to remember those who have been loves but died in cars on the highway - like Penelope's parents... he remembers too late…
Luke watches as Penelope's face tenses and a single tear forces its way from under the corner of one eyelid...rolling agonizingly slowly down her cheek...her jaw set...he reaches out and takes her hand...she does not open her eyes but clings to him.
She is not angry or hurt that she has been taken here - to her mind, the reminder of past pain and sorrow is perhaps not a light price for all that this song is but worth it - it builds deliciously - the sacred attraction between the lovers - intense - baudy - required - until the lovers, with savage defiance of the tragedy that haunts all of us, join their bodies in the darkness of a mountain motel.
Penelope tries to communicate all this through their clasped hands.
The next song is another shift - a heavy drum beat inspired by indigenous rhythms the vocals are the wail of the blues - covered by rapid fire desperate pleading rebellious spoken word.
A new type of sacred.
A crashing prayer.
Almost too much.
Like the begging before someone hits their climax…
...begging...beseeching...until finally the song hits it.
Hits it.
Hits it.
Hits it.
Luke closes his eyes again after another long swallow of beer - he's gritting his teeth.
He's heard this album so many times but it's like it's the first again - he is with Penelope not knowing what is next.
Not knowing how much more he can take...
That is when the tuning dissonance of the next song starts it is a single bright sharp tripwire of sound - but then, almost as one, Luke and Penelope's faces go slack with a shared smile when they are caught by the relief of melody.
The male poet is soft and serious...but safe.
There is melancholy in this song...but also resistance, bravery, beauty, and hope...
It is a bit like the story of the BAU - of their own lives…of warriors for justice and truth and safety….
**We are looking for the dreamers who can sing this fucking loud!**
It is a call to action. To bravery. To humanity.
By the end...both Luke and Penelope are sitting a little taller...feeling a little prouder...they...they are the dreamers who can sing that fucking loud.
And fucking proud of it….
Penelope is now ready to move her head sensually to the next song when it demands it of her- a secret curves her lips as the musicians unfurl into a lazy love song.
As Luke realizes what track they've found themselves on - he sets his pint glass silently on the table - shifting her feet off his lap - so he can slip to kneel on the floor beside Penelope - silently taking her beer and putting the sweating glass on the table beside his - he rests his cheek on her belly - looking up over her breasts into her face which she has tilted to see him better - one hand slips to his bicep - the other tangles in his hair.
Luke can't help but sing-speak along with the first verse of this song he has learned by heart...his eyes all smiles...
**Wake up slow and turn on my side run my finger down your freckled spine - stand there yelling the night went slow - the cat is scratching at the bedroom door - your roommate's gone and I've lost my clothes - I hitchhike to your mouth from your elbow - a French Tattoo in the mind of an English Boy.**
Penelope joins in with him for the chorus once she picks it up...
**...and you call and you stay and you fill me up and you blow me away…**
But then when the song shifts again and like an oath Luke speaks the poem he has learned by heart:
**I grew up amid stained glass - I gave grace for my daily bread - so I'm a man who is accustomed to worship - and I want to worship you now - to kneel before your body and rave into your flesh the repentant oaths of wicked men who aspire to rapture - I shed tears that would make garlands against your skin - I would grant you a kiss fit for a king's ring - so I move into your house - and I eat out of your pantry and every night I smell your hair and I listen to the street.**
He kisses the tips of her fingers - the inside of her wrist - Penelope can't see it or feel it but Luke is hard...he always gets hard to this part of the CD...thinking of her...
Penelope pulls him to kneel taller and they kiss.
It is like the one last night and the one this morning - they keep it a light promise - a thank you...there is music yet and neither wants to miss a note or a lyric…
...so Luke slips back to his spot...handing Penelope her beer and taking his. Her feet swing back to rest in his lap… he spreads his legs and leans forward… letting her foot rest on his knee…
As the next piece opens they are transported again - this time into a smoky bar watching a lounge act seduce them from the stage.
The song is slinky and sexy…Penelope is cupping her glass in both hands - eyes drifted shut again - officially dancing in place - with deep shoulder action.
Luke usually just sits and listens to music.
Has a beer.
Sometimes works out.
Or reads.
Occasionally…
ok.. reasonably often…
ok… always to this album…
...he'll...jerk off…while listening...
He kinda didn't think about that before putting this plan together...maybe he should have.
He shifts hoping that it's not too obvious that he's hard.
He doesn't want to interrupt things...
But he never dances.
As the song progresses he gets the feeling that might be about to change.
Penelope finally officially feels too restricted by sitting and stands - dancing by herself - eyes half closed - spinning - stretching - flicking her wrists - all sass and sinew - it's totally her own style - a mix of what feels good and modern and ballet inspired moves - sometimes riffing on the quick base rhythm that flows through the piece - sometimes floating on the long notes held by singers - sometimes losing her balance or step but rolling it into the next move - she holds poses when the music stretches to a point and then falls back into the swaying dance.
Luke can't look away. He's been with Penelope for a while now so he's seen a lot of sexy...but this…this… might top them all...
Penelope dances completely without artifice or self-consciousness. She is dancing for herself not for him.
But that changes when the end of the song culminates into the company chanting over and over that:
**....of the desert and the …. of the sea then she shoots down all the satellites and strips just for me**
Penelope playfully looks at him and joyfully teasingly slowly takes off her cardigan for him - offering her hand for a courtier kiss - but Luke flips her hand over and presses a kiss to her palm instead of the back - then nuzzles his cheek against her lifeline until she pulls away to continue her show - smirking delightedly - enjoying his overt admiration.
The next song slams into being. The band shouting defiance as they proclaim their wants. Proposing cheekily that The Police live in their basement to "save on gasoline".
Penelope cackles.
Luke is no longer permitted to sit and observe.
He is pulled onto the "dance floor" and they mosh and bounce to the fast parts - laughing - then they seperate and do interpretive dance to the slower bits - not ever getting super close - at the end they shout the demands at each other as loud as they can - their hands in fists - then high-fiving and shaking it out at the break.
For the next though - all is dreamy and poetic - so Luke pulls Penelope in for what his folks would have called a "proper dance" leading her around the room in a slow improvised latin inspired step that works perfectly with the sultry spicy baseline of the song.
Penelope can't seem to look at his face - so she fixes her gaze over his shoulder - smiling into the distance as the woman poet spins her web of words and the dancing weaves a different type of net.
Luke can't seem to not look at her face - the curve of her cheek - her eyelashes hidden behind the frames of her glasses - the adorable tip of her nose - her now slightly kissed off red lips - her blond bangs and long soft curls framing her face.
They dance like that for the whole two minute song - Luke leading his woman around the living room - she feels safe and cared for - they collide with nothing - not a foot stepped on or a shin barked - not a spin toppled or out of control.
At the end - Luke captures the hand that has been on his leading shoulder and keeps hold of the other - bringing both together between them - raising first one - then the other to his lips - this time properly kissing the backs.
Penelope has made eye contact now - and he never breaks it - just looks up at her over the backs of his hands - one of his favourites is coming next - it's the second to last song - a show piece and he is so excited to show it off to her - this round she's the one in for the show…
As the music starts up again - an insistent intense rhythm laced with the tension of a thunderstorm rolling in - he straightens - not letting go of her hands - holding her planted in place - big dreamboat eyes looking up trustingly into his - he settles his expression into a darkly serious face.
Theatrically - loosened up by the beer and the dancing and her - Luke slips into full scale lipsyncing mode - still serious but emoting to the max - making Penelope's face break into pure shock then wonder then delight:
**Noooow I pull out five dollars and I put it on the counter and ask "Has the band started yet?"**
**She smiles and says "Yes they haaaave but there is no need to worry because they've been waiting for youuuu"**
**And nooooow I am standing at the barrrr - fixing myself a drink - as Brother Jason makes love to a microphone.**
**The Eastside Army's standing on the stage now - killing silence and teaching all the kids how to footstomp - bootshake - love what you do now - building castles with a microphone!**
For the instrumental break - Luke pushes Pen back onto the couch and then dances for her - his best impression country step dancing mixed with clowning. Anything he can think of to make Penelope laugh - he does - and laugh she does..
As the voices come back - Luke takes up the character of a grand showman - a magician -picking up his lip syncing act with a flourish of hand gestures!
**Dance hall - beer brawl - cabaret - communion.**
**We're an army of magicians!**
**Do you see these hands?**
**Average everyday ordinary haannnnds?**
The song is fast and showy - a modern tongue twister - and Luke is on top of every word - every image.
And Penelope is eating it up…
She leaps into a standing ovation when he bows with the last crescendo doffing his imaginary top hat.
He pulls her in for a real thorough kiss….until...
The last song is slower - so when the kiss ends they settle into a highschool-esque slow dance - circling - swaying - his hands at her waist - Penelope's wrists loosely resting on his shoulders - her glasses off - held loosely in one hand - neither is really worrying about being in time.
As the song - and album - draws to a close - Luke pulls Penelope closer - breaths in against her neck.
**I have you**
Luke kisses the skin at the edge of her collar.
**I have you**
Luke kisses her neck - lingering.
**I have you**
He kisses from just by her ear - across her cheek - down to her lips - oh curses - her lips - her lips...
He kisses and whispers "I have you. I have you."
He kisses and finds the zipper of her dress - slowly running it down her back - the fingers of the other hand slipping in and under the fabric of the open dress...
"I have you."
Now, Penelope takes her turn. She lets the eyeglasses she's holding slip from her fingers - not caring what happens as they hit the carpet.
"I have you."
She runs her hands down his chest - over his black long sleeved shirt.
"I have you."
She tilts up nibbling kisses from the corner of his mouth - across his beard - then trailing back down - pressing a kiss to the skin just above edge of his round ribbed collar - whispering against the heat of his skin:
"I have you."
The music is done all is silence except their words - their breath - the echoes of the music in their brain.
"I have you. I have you."
Luke slides off the quarter-length sleeves of her dress - kissing the skin he reveals - one arm - then the next - her bodice pooling around her waist.
"I have you. I have you."
Penelope has reached the hem of his shirt and starts pulling it off. He steps back - and tugs the shirt over his head - tossing it to the side.
"I have you. I have you."
Penelope steps forward and lets her palms retrace their earlier journey - sliding up over his belly - over his chest - to the crest of his shoulders. Yes, he is gorgeous by most standards - but other beautifully sculpted bodies have left her cold or unaffected or worse - afraid. But he is beautiful because he is Luke.
"I have you. I have you."
She knows that touching him would always be this special - whether he was hurt, or grew fat, or old and wrinkly and saggy and gray. She presses a kiss over his heart.
"I have you. I have you."
Penelope reaches for the fastenings of his pants - undoing them and pushing them and his underwear carefully down until Luke steps free. She presses a kiss high on his hip.
"I have you. I have you."
Luke pulls her up into a hug - swaying with her - loving her hands roaming across his back - burying his face in the sweet spot of her neck.
"I have you. I have you."
Luke's clever fingers slide around to the front and with silent thanks to whoever invented bras that clasp in the front - he undoes the magic fastener - letting her breasts hang free and heavy - pushing the straps down her arms - tossing the fabric construction on top of his shirt - sliding to his to his knees - pressing kisses to her breasts - her belly - looking up at her as he pushes the dress over her hips so that it pools on the floor around her feet - her hands resting on his shoulders.
"I have you. I have you."
He slides her panties down down down her legs until they have joined the dress.
"As a man who is accustomed to worship…"
But she does not want to be worshiped.
Nor does she want to worship him.
She wants to worship with him.
So Penelope lowers herself to her knees to face him.
She takes his face in her hands.
He mirrors her.
They come together and kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
Each kiss is a prayer. A revelation.
They kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
Both a question and an answer.
And yet they kiss…
And kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
The kisses that have been gathering - pooling - like sacred offerings in their mouths - flow from one to the other - tumbling into the depths of their bellies - gathering into pools of ache and want and connection.
And still they kiss…
And kiss.
And kiss.
And kiss.
The tension is buzzing now along the edges of their jaws and into their scalps...the ache in her quim feels like the yearning voice of the man who fell from heaven sounded...his cock is as rough and desperate as the poet…
Everything inside of them is swelling and building and being and….
So they kiss…
They kiss.
They kiss and kiss.
They kiss and kiss and kiss.
They kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss.
They kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss.
The music was and is their words. Their hands. Their stories. Their wishes. Their hearts.
So they kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss.
Their cheeks suffuse with heat. Their knees hurt from kneeling. Their breaths are short pulls through their noses….
But they kiss.
And they kiss.
They kiss.
They kiss.
They kiss.
One kiss ends midway into the next. The next kiss started two kisses ago. They layer kisses. They are kisses.
They kiss and kiss and kiss and kiss
They kiss and kiss and kiss
They kiss and kiss
They kiss
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss
She lies on her back on the rough beige carpet.
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss
He lies flush on top of her
They kiss
They kiss
He is inside her.
They kiss
They kiss
They kiss
Every inch of them quivers.
They kiss
They kiss
They kiss
Kiss
Kiss
Ah
Kiss
Kiss
Ah
Ah
Kiss
Ah
Kiss
Ah
Kiss
Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahhhh
He thrusts and kisses and she meets him and kisses.
They need more.
The kisses become more.
Thrust
Fuck
Kiss
Ah!
Thrust
Fuck
Kiss
Kiss
Kiss
Ah - Ah - Ahhhh
But the kiss! The kiss! The kiss! The kiss!
And he cums and she cums and still...still...still…
They kiss.
They kiss.
They kiss.
"I have you."
"I have you."
They kiss.
#criminal minds#garvez#luke alvez#penelope garcia#The Fugitives#In Streetlight Communion#Happy Version
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Criminal Minds
Luke Alvez
The Call - Luke’s significant other gets the call they’ve been dreading.
Outer Banks
John B Routledge
Going To Bed Angry - After an argument between John B and his girlfriend it’s time for bed.
Rafe Cameron
Sick - Rafe Cameron’s soft side comes out when his girlfriend is sick.
Topper Thornton
Summer Trip - A summer trip after the end of your senior year gives you more than you expected.
Money Heist
Rio
Criminal - (Y/N) reflects back on how she fell in love with her new boyfriend Rio while she writes a letter to her mother.
The Professor
Just Want To Be Happy - Late at night before the heist you and the professor find yourselves alone.
Shameless
Fiona Gallagher
Dating Fiona Gallagher Would Include
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Dad & Uncle Luke vs The Troublesome 5
Matt Simmons/Luke Alvez
for @cmpocsource‘s cmcocaw2 // day 2 (june 22): favourite platonic ship
Warnings: none
Category: Fluff
Word Count: 2.1k
Author’s Note: this is my first cm piece in a while so do forgive me if it’s a bit shitty :) also I didn’t proof read so go with it :)
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Friday
Kristy headed up to see her grandparents on Thursday afternoon, promising to be back on Saturday, which meant Matt was at home taking care of the kids. He loved when he got to spend time with them because he felt like he missed so much of their lives due to work.
He was used to 4 kids but now that Rose was born, he had his hands full. The two boys, Jake and David were troublemakers. They were never quiet and if they were, you knew something was up. LIly and Chloe loved to colour and draw - on anything they see, including the walls. Rose was only a few months old and she didn’t cause much trouble unless she decided to cry - she had a strong set of lungs.
It was only a little past 6pm when Matt called in reinforcement.
“Hello ?” his voice rang through the phone as Matt rocked Rose back and forth.
“Hey man, I know it’s our weekend off but I was wondering if you’d be able to come over and help me?”
“Is everything okay?” Luke asks him, voice filled with concern.
“I- technically yes. Kristy went up to see her grandparents for the weekend and I've got all of the kids here with me and I underestimated how much work this was gonna be” Matt sighs, setting Rose down gently in the crib.
Luke laughs, already tossing some clothes into a duffle bag. “I’ll be there soon. Do you need me to bring anything ?”
“No, I'm good. Thank you”
They had each other’s backs in the field, surely Luke would have his back now. How hard could it be for 2 grown men to take care of 5 children ?
Can’t be that hard.
It wasn’t long before Luke showed up at his doorstep, duffle bag over one shoulder and box of pizza in the other hand.
“I wasn’t sure if you had made dinner yet” Luke smiled at his friend when he opened the door.
“You’re a heaven sent” Matt chuckled, stepping aside and letting Luke come in. “I really appreciate you spending your weekend here. I’m sure you have better things to do with your time.”
“No worries man, really didn’t” He laughs, setting the box on the table. “Where’d you leave Roxy ?” Matt goes to get the plates from the cupboard after calling for the kids.
“Penelope was more than happy to watch her. She also said to tell you that she sends her love” he smiles.
David and Jake were the first two into the kitchen. “Uncle Luke!” they shouted together, tackling him in a hug. The 2 boys were on the floor on top of Luke who was laughing and hugging them.
“Hey guys, I brought pizza.” The boys perked up at the mention of pizza, the way to a boy’s heart really was through their stomach. The twins came running in next, clothes covered in marker and crayon.
“Dinner ?” Lily looked at her dad, he lifted her up onto a chair and then repeated the action with Chloe.
The kids were all seated and eating, Matt and Luke sat on opposite ends on the table. David and Jake were telling them about the fire drill they had at school.
“So we got to go in the truck and press the sirens” David says between chews, Jake nods. “Yeah! And- and we tried to roll the hose and it was so heavy dad!”
Rose begins crying just as Matt goes to answer the boys. He lets out a deep sigh and goes to get up but Luke beats him to it. “I’ve got her, finish eating” he tells him, patting his shoulder as he passes by him and heads up the stairs to her nursery.
Rose was still in her swaddle, crying her lungs out. Luke picked her up carefully and set her on the changing table before undoing her swaddle. He watched as she stretched, her little arms raising above her head.
“Hi mama, how was your nap?” he cooed, smiling at Rose as he picked her back up. He returned downstairs with her in his arms, watching as the kids ran out the back door and into the yard.
“Half an hour! Then I want all of you inside and getting ready for bed!” Matt shouted, propping the door open. Matt turned to see Luke behind him, “hi my love” his hand reached out and rubbed her back softly.
She made a little sound before Luke sat on the couch with her. Matt steps outside when Jake calls him to help set up the soccer net they had. Matt then gets roped into playing with them and next thing you know, it’s 9pm and the 5 of them are running inside as the rain comes down.
“Alright, go wash up and change. I’ll be up to tuck you in” he smiles at the kids as they make their way up the stairs.
It was unusually quiet in the living room, an odd occurrence in the Simmons’ house in general. Matt was just about to go check on Luke and Rose when his phone chimes.
From Kristy: Hey babe, how’s everything going ?
To Kristy: Fine for now, called in reinforcements
From Kristy: Who’d want to get roped into helping you watch the kids for the weekend ?
Matt was texting her back as he made his way over to see Luke passed out flat on the couch with Rose who’s also asleep against his chest. He smiles to himself and snaps a photo for Kristy.
To Kristy: *1 Image Attachment* He did
From Kristy: Oh my god adorable
From Kristy: Give the kids my love, I love you.
To Kristy: I love you too
Matt left Luke on the couch with Rose, heading up to tuck the 4 kids into bed.
Saturday
Saturdays were always busy in the Simmons house. Both Jake and David had soccer practice at 10am while Lily and Chloe had to be at dance class at 10:30.
Matt looked at the schedule Kristy had left on the fridge in despair and fear. “Okay, how am I gonna do this?” he mumbled, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Anything I can do ?” Luke’s voice startled him for a second. Of course Matt knew he was in the house but he didn’t think he would be up already.
“I don’t know how Kristy does it,” Matt admits, facing his friend. Luke gave him a smile while pouring himself a cup of coffee. “What’s on the schedule for today ?”
“Jake and David have soccer at 10 and the girls have dance class at 10:30.. on the opposite ends of town” he sighs, glancing back at the schedule.
“I have my car, you know. I could take the girls if you want ?” Luke offered, Matt paused- Luke did come over to help him but he felt bad to ask him to do that.
“Are you sure ?” “Yeah man, it’s no problem”
The sound of footsteps filled the house moments later, the 4 kids coming down the stairs and began asking what was for breakfast. Matt and Luke got them settled in for breakfast, explaining to them what the plan for the day is.
Matt headed up to get Rose changed and ready for the day seeing that she can’t do it herself.
“I’m taking the girls to dance class and your dad is taking you two to soccer practice” Luke explains as the two boys help him clear the table. Jake and David were bickering about who could kick the ball from one end of the field into the goal.
“Go grab your gear, we’re leaving in a few.” Matt smiles, stepping back into the kitchen. “See if your sisters are ready too!” he shouted after the running boys.
Within a few minutes, everyone was out the door. Lily and Chloe strapped into their seats, Matt giving them a quick kiss to the cheek each before letting them go off with Luke. Jake, David and Rose were with him, on their way to soccer practice.
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The day went by pretty quickly. From soccer practices to dance class and then home to shower and head back out because Matt had promised to take them to the park. By the time they finally got home from the park, the kids were coming down from a sugar high due to the ice cream and junk food Luke had bribed them with while Matt wasn’t looking.
They had stopped for something to eat mid way through their park trip, meaning that none of them were hungry except for Rose who needed a bath and a bottle before bed.
“Can we watch a movie?” Jake asked his father, and his siblings joined him. The 4 of them looking up at their father, their best puppy dog eyes and pouts in their little faces.
Matt chuckled, smiling at his kids, “what would mom say if you tried that ?” a chorus of “yes” and “yeah” filling the house. Matt paused, he knew Kristy would send them up to get ready for bed but he was the cool parent or so he thought. He felt like he should say yes just because he didn’t spend as much time as he wanted to with them.
“Fine but only one movie. Go pick while I get Rose ready for bed. If you need help with popcorn, ask Luke”
“Uncle Luke!” Lily and Chloe shout, running towards the kitchen as the boys go in the other direction towards the couch.
When Matt returns, the house is quiet. He swears he wasn’t up there that long. “Guys?” he calls, making the way through the house. Luke whispers for him to be quiet as he steps into the living room.
The kids are all passed out on the blanket fort they made on the floor. Matt smiles, letting out a sigh as he sinks into the couch next to Luke. “How long have they been out ?”
“15- maybe 20 minutes” Luke hums, scrolling through his phone. “Who are you so into texting right now ?” Matt asks him.
Luke glances up at Matt over his phone, a slight red tint on his cheeks. “Oh, um- it’s just- it’s Garcia”
Matt hums, “Huh, how are things with Roxy ?”
“Roxy ?” Luke questions, mind obviously blank for a moment.
“Your dog?”
“Oh! She’s fine” he trails off, like he wasn’t sure about his answer.
Matt chuckles, smiling at his love struck friend. It has been a few weeks since Penelope left the BAU and everyone had heard about their date, so it was only itne until they officially became a couple. Matt knew Luke and Penelope were mostly definitely not talking about Roxy based on that blush on his cheek.
“Your wife is superwoman by the way” Luke mumbels, eyes still on his phone.
“Hm ?”
“Taking care of 5 kids while working and being by herself for most of the time ?” Luke drops the phone on his lap. “She’s superwoman.”
Matt smiles, “yeah, she is.”
“Glad you both think so” a voice says behind them. Both men jump,their reflexes kicking in as they stand and turn towards the voice. Kristy is standing behind the couch, her hands up playfully.
“Didn’t mean to scare you two” she smiles, making her way over to give Matt a hug. “Thank you for helping him,” Kristy smiles at Luke, “you’re more than welcome to spend the night if you’d like but we have it covered if you want to go.”
“I think he’s got somewhere to be” Matt pipes up, Luke’s brows furrowed looking back at Matt. “I do ?” he questions.
“I believe there’s a blonde technical analyst waiting for you somewhere.”
“You know ?” Luke smiles, the amusement evident on his face.
“I figured it out first,'' Kristy says proudly. Matt laughs softly, “it’s true, she did”
Luke smiles at the couple, saying goodnight to them before picking up his bag. Matt walks in outside to his car, leaving Kristy inside with the kids.
“Tell the kids I said goodbye, okay ? i’ll come by another say and hangout with them or if you and Kristy need a night, I’m more than happy to take them”
“Think you can handle all 5 of them ?” Matt’s brow raises, his arms folded across his chest.
“I’ll probably get some help from a blonde technical analyst.” Luke laughs.
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Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader
a joyful future fic
a/n: another one from 2026! aaron retires from federal service this year, at 57.
words: 2.4k
warnings: kids!, missing haley hotchner hours, language
summary: “Every day the increasing weight of years admonishes me more and more, that the shade of retirement is as necessary to me as it will be welcome.” ― George Washington, Farewell Address. au!october 2026
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SSA Mallory Kagan asks you to outline your career with the FBI - purposefully using your first name instead of using your title. It keeps the students guessing and paying attention.
Plus, the payoff when they figure out who you are is the best part of the whole lecture.
“My career at the FBI is more like a big tree than a path or a journey.”
You look out over the classroom - blue shirts abound - and take a deep breath to center yourself.
You’re used to giving this lecture with Aaron, but this is your first fall without him, which also means that this is the first academy class who won’t know him in person.
They’ll only hear tell of the legend SSA Aaron Hotchner was stabbed nine times, lost his wife to a serial killer, and kept going. You know they’ll hear stories about his severity, his general lack of sunniness, hear rumors about the way he laughs with his children, his wife, and nobody else.
You know the older agents tell stories about you, too. They say you ‘tamed’ Hotch, made him a little nicer. They might even say they’ve seen him smile at you, or they’ve seen you give him hell in public.
Aaron Hotchner is practically a myth, now, only supported by your reputation, tall tales from academy classes of yesteryear, and his own legacy.
That retired bastard currently sits in your house with your kids, right on his fine behind, very likely falling into boredom-addled insanity.
“Everything that I am - a parent, a wife, a friend, and an agent - is because of my work with the Behavioral Analysis Unit over the past nineteen years. My unit is my family, and I can’t get rid of them. Just like our own families, we love to hate each other.”
The room laughs, and you know you have them hooked.
“Jokes aside, I would encourage you to get to know your colleagues. Each relationship I built within my unit put a root into the ground, made the proverbial tree stronger - to extend the metaphor. I work with very few of the same people I started with, but I feel as steady and supported as I did back when they called us ‘The Elite Eight.’”
You chuckle a little, clicking through your introductory slide to showcase a photo of the BAU in 2012. You point to each of them as you speak.
“SSA Emily Prentiss, current unit chief of the Behavior Analysis unit and former head of the Interpol London office, responsible for taking down one of the most prolific international arms dealers in modern history.”
The room is quiet, a little awestruck, so you add, “She’s a bit of a big deal.”
They laugh.
“SSA Derek Morgan - you’ll probably hear stories about how he survived the Boston bombing with SSA Gideon in 2005, but don’t worry. He wasn’t there. He was with his momma in Chicago, celebrating her birthday.”
Another laugh.
You’ve honed this routine over the last five years, knowing what to add, when to pause, what to cut if the students lose interest.
“That said, SSA Morgan is one of the best profilers I’ve had the pleasure of working with. Today, he’s a consultant for DC Metro SWAT and is otherwise retired.”
Continuing down the line, “SSA Jennifer Jareau - JJ. Former communications liaison for the BAU, State Department, and DoD. She currently serves with the BAU as a profiler. If any of you are interested in PR or media relations, find an opportunity to speak with her about her experience. Her husband, Will, is a detective with the DC Metro Police and has plenty of stories of his own.”
A student raises a hand, and you give her the go-ahead.
“Sorry for interrupting -“
You stop her. “You didn’t interrupt. You raised your hand. Don’t apologize for taking up space.”
She smiles a little. “Okay. Um, I’m curious. How many people in your unit are married and/or have children? My understanding is that the work-life balance can be difficult in heavy-travel positions like the BAU.”
“It can absolutely be a challenge.” You look back at the photo. “In the course of my career, six of my colleagues have been or were already married and all of them went on to have children.”
“And you?”
You laugh a little, forgetting you’re alone up here. “Right.”
The class laughs, and you point yourself out on the slide.
“I still had my maiden name when this photo was taken, but now I share five children and a last name with SSA Aaron Hotchner.” You throw your thumb at Aaron’s likeness on the screen again for good measure.
You check in with SSA Kagan to make sure you can share everything you usually do with Aaron present - your marriage was often the punchline of your lectures, letting you toe the line of humor a little farther than you normally would.
She nods, a little smile on her face.
“While I wouldn’t necessarily recommend dating your unit chief or marrying your section chief -“ you pause, holding your hands up in surrender to the echo of laughter “- even if they are the same person - you can certainly find the best people without looking too hard.”
Hands shoot up into the air, but that always happens. It’s around this time people start asking the good questions. The people from their course materials and the people in front of them start to link together.
They also figure out that you’re Agent Hotchner. That Agent Hotchner - the one married to the Agent Hotchner.
You look out over the crowd again. “I know you have lots of questions, and I’m happy to confirm or deny any rumors about myself or my family, but,” you pause for dramatic effect. “Hold them for now - you’ll want to know the players before you ask the questions.”
Hands drop, but pens start moving. You continue down the line, skipping over Aaron.
“SSA David Rossi, a founding member of the BAU in the late 1980’s. He worked closely with SSA Jason Gideon, developing a database that we use to this day - one that outlines signatures, modus operandi, and victimology of modern serial killers. SSA Rossi is also well-known for his books - ten of them, in fact, that cover what we do in a kind of…”
You search for a word.
“Conversational format. He retired a couple of years ago, and is a full-time grandpa to all 16 of the BAU offspring.”
A few scattered chuckles pass through the room.
“And then we have Dr. Spencer Reid - I could enumerate his degrees, but we don’t have that kind of time. He’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, and remains an asset to the BAU in the field today.”
You click to another slide - a photo of all of you taken a few weeks ago.
“SSA Matthew Simmons - retired from the United States Army and former member of the FBI International Response Team, or IRT. He’s been with the BAU for ten years now. Like Dr. Reid and SSA Prentiss, he knows multiple languages - which comes in handy.” You look out and raise your eyebrows. “I hope all of you did well in your Spanish classes in high school - you might need it.”
Another laugh.
“SSA Luke Alvez and Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia are another pair that come from, shall we say, nontraditional backgrounds. While Garcia is no longer with the BAU, SSA Alvez is also celebrating his tenth year with us this fall.”
A student raises his hand, and you call on him.
“Isn’t Penelope Garcia the hacker known as The Black Queen? I learned about her work when I was at MIT.”
You snort. “Nice way to slip in you went to MIT, there, bud.” You pause, waiting for the ruckus to die down as the student in question turns bright red. “But yes. Her experience was invaluable to our team. Just to keep up, we stole an analyst from the NSA to replace her - nobody else could cut the mustard.”
You look back, stepping forward and pacing as you speak.”And finally, Dr. Tara Lewis. Formerly working in the FBI Counsel’s office as a forensic psychologist, she joined our team on cases where specific pathologies were in play before becoming a full-fledged member of our team.
“So, as you can see, there are so many varied qualities we look for in profilers, and your own path will be informed by the skills you develop, your temperament, and your dedication to the work itself. There’s no right way to be an agent, and when you leave the academy in five weeks, the whole world of the bureau will be open to you.”
Clicking back to your introductory slide, you turn to the front of the classroom. “I know all my colleagues well enough to take any questions you may have about their careers and paths through the bureau. For any questions I can’t answer, I am happy to direct you to them with the understanding they may not get back to you due to our caseload. I’ll take your questions now.”
Hands shoot up into the air, and you specifically call on the student in the back - the one you know has a question about Aaron.
“So, when you say SSA Aaron Hotchner, you mean the same one that worked the Boston Reaper case for ten years?”
SSA Kagan checks in with you, ready to shut him down, but you call her off.
“That’s right. SSAs Jareau, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, Dr. Reid, Miss Garcia, and I worked that case in its final year as well.”
“I have a follow-up if that’s okay.”
You tacitly give him leave to continue.
“How do you handle cases that get that… close? I know there were considerable...” He searches for the right word. “...challenges. How did you guys deal with that?”
Good question.
Returning to the podium, you lean heavily against it, lacing your fingers in front of you. “You’ve all read the Reaper case file, yes? It’s still included in the MCRT training courses?”
There are nods around the room, but you check in with Kagan anyway.
“The declassified version is covered,” She says. “They’re familiar with the full scope of the case.”
“Okay. So, as you all know…”
You remind them what happened, from 1998 to 2009, finally landing where the students want you. “And on November 23rd, 2009, Haley Reneé Hotchner was George Foyet’s 40th and final victim. She was thirty-nine years old. And she was my friend.”
The room is dead silent, all eyes on you, somber and attentive.
“The case was personal. It became personal because Foyet forced our hands. He attacked Agent Hotchner in his home and then targeted his family. So, the question is, how do we deal with that? Right?”
Even Kagan’s watching you closely. It’s the first time you’ve covered this case without the rest of your team. In your joint lectures with Aaron, the case is off-limits for questions. She’s never heard you tell the story in your own words.
You take a breath. “And the answer is… you don’t.”
There are some confused faces, so you elaborate. “There isn’t anything you can do to push the case away from you - that’s how people get hurt. In the meantime, you make adjustments. Agent Hotchner placed Agent Morgan in an interim unit chief position until the case was over, for the sake of his health and sanity. We chased down every lead, understanding that the faster we caught Foyet, the faster Haley and Jack, Agent Hotchner’s son, could come home.”
A young woman in front tentatively raises a hand, and you open a hand to her. “Yes?”
“What happened, you know, after?”
“We moved on as best we could. Going back to my original point -”
You leave the podium and take your place in the center of the floor again.
“- the trust you have in the people you work with can carry you through a great many things. And not all of you will see horror every day - but some of you will.”
You pause for a moment, hoping this is the part that really sinks in for them.
“Always have something to come home to. Always have something or someone that brings you peace, that can take you away from the work.”
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You set your things down and walk through the door, immediately accosted by two almost-eight-year-olds and their over-eager little brother.
“Momma!”
You haul Elliot onto your hip and kiss Sophia’s head as Caroline burrows into your side. “Hi, darlings! Did you already have dinner?”
Sophia moves to answer, but Aaron’s voice shoots around the corner. “Yes!”
With a smile, you seek him out, dragging the girls along with you. Lo and behold, Aaron’s at the sink, washing dishes. Isaac’s supervising - sitting on the counter, swinging his feet.
Aaron gets a kiss on the cheek from you as you pass and he turns over his shoulder, chasing you until you peck him on the lips, Elliot squished between you. Your son squirms, and you set him on the ground to chase after his sisters. Isaac hops off the counter likely off to investigate the happenings before retreating to his room for the rest of the evening.
For once, you’re left alone.
“How was your lecture?”
Your arms free, you wrap around him and rest your full weight against his chest as he backs himself into the counter. “Went well. Missed you, though.”
The corner of his mouth tips up. “Did they ask about Foyet?”
“Mhmm. It was a good segue into trusting your team and building each other up, knowing when to step back, etcetera.”
He nods. “Good way to bring it back around. How’s Kagan?”
“She’s good, loving it, as always.”
“Think she’s ever gonna retire?” He asks, tucking into your neck.
You laugh as he presses kisses to the underside of your jaw. “Probably not.”
Aaron leans back to look at you, bringing his hand to your face to brush over your cheekbone. “Are you ever gonna retire?”
“Probably not.”
“What if,” he says, his hands slipping into your back pockets, “you retired in…” He does the math in his head. “Thirteen-ish years and I make it worth your while.”
“Oh yeah? Worth my while? And you’ll be, what, a hundred years old?”
His eyes roll so hard you’re sure he could see his own brain. You pull him down for a kiss, but it doesn’t stop him from mumbling, “Give me a fuckin’ break,” against your mouth.
“Never.”
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