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Criminal Minds Drabbles

200 words of Reid (and his love for supernatural) for ltlredhairdgirl. Posted 10-7-07

Reid tries to get out of the office on Thursday nights before anyone can catch him. Despite the fact Reid's brief flirtation with drug addiction is over, the rest of the team still worries over him. He appreciates the concern and sometimes even likes the forced company, but not on Thursday. Thursdays, he has a standing date with the Winchesters.

He's not sure how he got hooked on the show, but he is. Despite the fact he finds it hard to believe that such creatures exist -- vampires, werewolves, ghosts; according to everything he had learned, such things were myths made up to explain things people didn't understand -- he was intrigued by their research and by the way Sam and Dean (and John before them) studied demons and other supernatural beings, tracked their findings to be used in future encounters. Profiled them. They're like the BAU of ghosthunting.

Of course, Reid could never admit any of this to the others. He could only listen and bite his tongue on Friday mornings as Garcia and JJ discussed the show -- and its hot stars -- and Morgan teased them about being hooked on a fantasy show aimed at teenage girls.

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swedish15 gave me the following prompt: Two people. An elevator. Which locks up. And out of the boredom, they decide to discuss something. What? Your choice. May be politics. May be sexual tension. May be the fact that elevators are a pretty safe spot.

The first thing I thought of when I read the prompt was "Hmm, Dresden must be around," because modern technology doesn't mix well with wizards like Dresden.

My second thought was about the scene at the beginning of Jackie Collins' Chances, with the NY blackout and Lucky ends up in the elevator with her half-brother (who she doesn't know is her half-brother at the time, of course). I really, really love the Lucky Santangelo stories. I'm kinda sad now, though, because all my Jackie Collins novels are buried somewhere in storage and I can't go read them. Boo.

Then I thought it'd be awesome to have a series of crossover drabbles -- The Elevator Chronicles -- or possibly a crossover where several characters are stuck in the same elevator. But I'm unfortunately not quite that ambitious. Obviously, since it takes me a month to write one drabble. So...

500 words of Reid & Garcia stuck in an elevator. Posted 6-26-07.

Reid let Garcia lead him towards the elevator. He knew she was right, that it was late and he really shouldn't still be here, but it was so empty at home, in a way that it hadn't been before he had met Tobias Hankel, and he didn't really have anywhere else to go. He knew that if he had mentioned it to anyone else on the team, especially JJ or Morgan, they would have been making plans before he finished speaking. Garcia was the one who had noticed, though, without Reid ever having to say anything.

Garcia, with her too colorful outfits and her too cheerful voice that seemed so out of place among their day to day lives. Reid sometimes wondered how she managed to keep it all together, wondered if she realized how much the rest of the team depended on that from her.

Reid was lost in thought, idly watching the lights flicker from number to number as they slid closer to the ground floor, and was startled by a sudden jerking stop just before the elevator went black.

"I... don't think it's supposed to do that," Reid said, trying to force a bit of humor into his tone. He hated the dark.

"Understatement. Hang on, lemme call..."

Reid listened as Garcia dialed and explained to whoever answered what their predicament was. He wasn't sure who she had called since could only hear one side of the conversation, until she said, "Yes, it's all part of my grand scheme to seduce the great Spencer Reid. You've been replaced as my main object of lust."

Morgan, then.

"Okay, that's fine, just get us out of here. Don't forget, the great Spencer Reid isn't too fond of the dark."

Which was very true right now, because the darkness meant that Garcia couldn't see the glare Reid was aiming in her direction. Or, at least, what he thought her direction was.

Silence stretched out between them for a few long minutes after the phone call ended. Garcia broke it with, "I wonder how long it'll be before we run out of air..."

"Actually, the statistical probability of running out of air in an elevator..."

"Reid," Garcia cut him off. "I bet you were one of those kids who ruined ghost stories by overanalyzing them, weren't you? Don't you ever just let yourself be scared? It's kinda fun."

"I think the real world is scary enough. Look at all the things we see every day."

Reid heard the shuffling of cloth and then felt Garcia's hand slide over his. "The real world is scary, especially what we deal with. But we're the good guys, making the world less scary."

"Saving the world, one serial killer at a time," Reid quipped.

"Yep, exactly."

The elevator suddenly filled with light and lurched to life. Before either could react, the doors slid open. Morgan was standing behind the maintainence worker, grinning at the two of them.

"Garcia, were you taking advantage of my boy?"

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irisgirl12000, one of my favoritest people in the whole wide world, prompted me with Hotch/Reid, restraint, their hug at the end of Revelation. Even though I really can't get behind the whole Hotch/Reid ship, I enjoyed writing this for her. Posted 2-24-07.

Reid loves words. He loves everything about them -- the way they sound, the way they're written as a peek into the writer's soul, the way they feel when they roll off his tongue and stumble over his lips. He especially loves the way a single word can have so many different meanings.

RESTRAINT (n): the state of being physically constrained

It's disconcerting to know that he's tethered to this chair, that he lacks the ability to just get up and walk out, remove himself from this situation. He can't fight physically, but he knows (in the rational part of his mind that's not yet drowning in the drugs) that his survival lies in figuring Hankel out and getting a message to his team.

RESTRAINT (n): control or repression of feelings

When Hotch hugs him in the cemetary, he can feel the tension he's still holding onto. Reid's glad Hotch can keep his feelings in check because it gives him the strength to do the same. Hotch lets Reid's name slip out on an exhalation of breath, and in it Reid hears everything he doesn't say. He knows what it means, just the way he knew Hotch would understand his cryptic message. And he knows why they're both holding back.

RESTRAINT (n): the act of controlling by restraining someone

Reid's hands are trapped above his head, and despite the fact he's here willingly, there's a flash of panic at the knowledge he's being held down. But it's Hotch and it's safe and if he struggles the slightest bit, the hand holding his wrists will let go. He doesn't try, though, because right now this is what he wants, where he wants to be.

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CM drabblet from the 14 valentine's day posts. Posted 2-03-07.

“Hey, Morgan, thank you for the flowers and candy, that was really sweet,” JJ said as soon as Morgan walked into the conference room.

He was about to ask what she was talking about when Garcia added, “Ah, you sent JJ a Valentine’s surprise too? I think I’m jealous?”

“Wait, JJ and Garcia got flowers? Where’s mine?” Prentiss asked.

Morgan couldn’t tell if she was serious or not, but still...

“I didn’t send anyone flowers, not that all three of you don’t deserve them, but they aren’t from me.”

JJ and Garcia looked at each other, slightly confused.

“Well, they weren’t signed,” JJ started to explain, “but they were from someone on the team. I know it wasn’t Hotch because he saw them and remembered that he’d forgotten to get his wife something. And Gideon isn’t the flowery, romantic type. That just leaves you and Reid...”

“What about Reid?” Reid walked into the room, cup of coffee in one hand and a case file in the other.

“Reid, did you send me flowers? And Garcia?”

“Um, yes, well... it is Valentines Day, and it’s customary for men to send a token of affection to the women in their lives, right? And since it seems I see you two more than I see my own bed, I thought I should get you something. Was I wrong? Because if I am, tell me and I’ll never send you flowers or chocolates again...”

“Oh, no, you can send me flowers anytime you want.”

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