My Fic: Criminal Minds
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why_me_why_not(Criminal Minds Fic is archived on Codex at Tauri, where I am known as hobbit_tabby.)
After the Fall
Morgan/Reid || Teen || 2000 words
Set directly after the events of "Revelation", Morgan sits with Reid at the hospital.
Originally posted 02-14-2007.
Hollow Men
Morgan/Reid || Teen || 800 words
Set directly after the events of "Sex, Birth, Death", Morgan checks up on Reid.
Originally posted 02-14-2007.
How Endlessly You Fall
Criminal Minds/Supernatural Crossover || JJ/Dean || Teen || 1330 words
JJ's not the type of woman who takes home a man she meets in a bar, yet here she is with this hot, probably dangerous, stranger riding shotgun.
Originally posted 02-19-2008.
More Than a Shared Name
Criminal Minds/Bandom Crossover || Spencer Reid, Spencer Smith || Everyone ||675 words
After an incident before a show, Spencer Smith meets and FBI agent also named Spencer.
Originally posted 03-01-2009.
Reciprocity
Morgan/Reid || Adult || 3000 words
One night changes the direction of Reid and Morgan's friendship. Written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashfest.
Originally posted 12-20-2006.
Sins
Morgan/Reid || Teen || 521 words
Written for theslashfest prompt: Morgan/Reid When Hankel (The Big Game/Revelations, season 2) tortured Reid and Morgan said we all have sins. What sins have he and Reid committed that Reid might have confessed to?
Originally posted 03-29-2008.
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S is for seduction, Reid/Morgan or Reid/Hotch or Reid/Rossi (CM) for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
poetrychik. 100 words. Posted 05-06-2009.
Spencer Reid knew he was different. He had always been different, so it wasn’t like it bothered him anymore. But sometimes he forgot that he didn’t think like everyone else. He was likely to believe flirting was general friendliness, but a lecture on the use of handwriting recognition software in profiling? That was totally a form of seduction. He didn’t think anyone knew that about him, until he realized that Rossi was making eye contact with him more than anyone else in the room. He kept coming back to Spencer with a knowing smile. He was so in for it.
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600 words of Morgan/Reid, leftover from Christmas drabbles and the prompt "someone gets a kitten". Posted 03-13-2009.
Morgan tried Reid’s cell yet again, but he still wasn’t getting an answer. It was a lot less common for Reid to ignore him since they had started – well, whatever exactly it was they were doing, Morgan wasn’t sure how to classify, but it was something – but it still happened occasionally. Especially when he was feeling depressed about something, or worried about Morgan catching him in a lie. Like telling Morgan he was going to be in Las Vegas for the holidays when, according to Garcia, he was hiding in his apartment all alone. Morgan had been planning on going to Chicago, but the snow there had shut down the airports. He would call it Fate if he believed in that sort of thing.
Either way, he was now shivering in the cold wind as he made his way to Reid’s apartment with a bag of takeout in one hand and Reid’s present in the other. He stopped suddenly just past the alley at the corner of Reid’s building, sure he had heard something from the shadows. He stepped back and waited, listening. There it was again, a faint meow and a rustling of plastic. He watched and waited until a tiny slip of a kitten appeared at the end of the alley, eyeing his bag of takeout and keeping its distance from Morgan. The kitten looked far too small to be on its own to begin with, and Morgan could see dried blood on a gash on what was left of its ear.
Morgan crouched down and reached out his hand, waiting patiently as the kitten studied him, inching closer a little at a time. When the kitten was close enough, Morgan scooped it up, holding it close to his chest as he stood up and juggled the bag and box he was carrying in an effort to hang on to the wily little thing. One of Reid’s neighbors was coming out of the building and held the door open for Morgan with a smile and a Christmas greeting. Morgan made his way up the stairs, whispering nonsense to the kitten, who was too weak to fight much but was putting forth an effort anyway.
When he reached Reid’s apartment, he kicked the door, not hard but still loud enough to be heard. “Reid! I know you’re there, man, open up! I brought you a present!”
There was only the space of a few seconds before Morgan heard the click of the locks being disengaged and then Reid was standing in front of him, sleep-rumpled and adorable. His eyes widened when he saw the creature in Morgan’s hands. “You got me a kitten?”
Uh, no. If Morgan had picked out a kitten for Reid, it sure as hell wouldn’t have been a bloody, starving, feisty ball of fluff like the one he was holding. But Reid looked so happily surprised as he took the kitten and headed for the bathroom, barely remembering to hold the door open, that Morgan didn’t correct him. He set the food and Reid’s actual present on the kitchen counter before locking the front door and following Reid.
He stood in the doorway to the bathroom, watching as Reid gently cleaned the kitten up, talking as if the kitten could understand. The kitten seemed to be calmer, no longer fighting, and Morgan wondered if it knew Reid needed to take care of something as much as the kitten needed someone to care for it. Now that he was thinking about it, a rescued kitten was the perfect Christmas gift for Reid after all.
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100 words of BAU (Criminal Minds). Posted 12-25-2008.
Morgan looked around as he stepped into the BAU. There were lights and sparkly garland strung around the railings and the cubicles, miniature snowmen and penguins and reindeer scattered atop the desks, and fake snow lining the bottom of the windows.
"Isn't it fantastic?" Garcia appeared beside him with a brilliant smile and an elf hat complete with jingle bells and a sprig of mistletoe on the tip. "I love Christmas, gives me an excuse to make the office a little brighter."
"Baby girl, you always make the office brighter," Morgan said as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
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200 words of Reid (and his love for supernatural) forltlredhairdgirl. Posted 10-7-2007.
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 6-26-2007.
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 2-24-2007.
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 2-03-2007.
“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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SPN/Criminal Minds crossover. Posted 12-06-2006.
Reid looked up when Gideon entered the briefing room. "Garcia got a positive ID on the prints we found at the crime scene, the ones that seemed to appear after the local team completed their workup. They belong to a Dean Winchester."
"He's not our guy," Gideon replied without hesitation.
"Sir, he's on the FBI's most wanted list. He faked his own death in St Louis, and he's been connected to dozens of crimes." Reid was prepared to go on, but a look from Gideon stopped him.
"I know the Winchesters. Dean's not the one responsible for this." There was nothing but certainty in his voice. "And if he's involved in investigating this woman's death, it probably means this isn't our kind of case."
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After the Fall
Morgan/Reid || Teen || 2000 words
Set directly after the events of "Revelation", Morgan sits with Reid at the hospital.
Originally posted 02-14-2007.
Hollow Men
Morgan/Reid || Teen || 800 words
Set directly after the events of "Sex, Birth, Death", Morgan checks up on Reid.
Originally posted 02-14-2007.
How Endlessly You Fall
Criminal Minds/Supernatural Crossover || JJ/Dean || Teen || 1330 words
JJ's not the type of woman who takes home a man she meets in a bar, yet here she is with this hot, probably dangerous, stranger riding shotgun.
Originally posted 02-19-2008.
More Than a Shared Name
Criminal Minds/Bandom Crossover || Spencer Reid, Spencer Smith || Everyone ||675 words
After an incident before a show, Spencer Smith meets and FBI agent also named Spencer.
Originally posted 03-01-2009.
Reciprocity
Morgan/Reid || Adult || 3000 words
One night changes the direction of Reid and Morgan's friendship. Written for
slashfest.Originally posted 12-20-2006.
Sins
Morgan/Reid || Teen || 521 words
Written for the
slashfest prompt: Morgan/Reid When Hankel (The Big Game/Revelations, season 2) tortured Reid and Morgan said we all have sins. What sins have he and Reid committed that Reid might have confessed to?Originally posted 03-29-2008.
S is for seduction, Reid/Morgan or Reid/Hotch or Reid/Rossi (CM) for
poetrychik. 100 words. Posted 05-06-2009.Spencer Reid knew he was different. He had always been different, so it wasn’t like it bothered him anymore. But sometimes he forgot that he didn’t think like everyone else. He was likely to believe flirting was general friendliness, but a lecture on the use of handwriting recognition software in profiling? That was totally a form of seduction. He didn’t think anyone knew that about him, until he realized that Rossi was making eye contact with him more than anyone else in the room. He kept coming back to Spencer with a knowing smile. He was so in for it.
600 words of Morgan/Reid, leftover from Christmas drabbles and the prompt "someone gets a kitten". Posted 03-13-2009.
Morgan tried Reid’s cell yet again, but he still wasn’t getting an answer. It was a lot less common for Reid to ignore him since they had started – well, whatever exactly it was they were doing, Morgan wasn’t sure how to classify, but it was something – but it still happened occasionally. Especially when he was feeling depressed about something, or worried about Morgan catching him in a lie. Like telling Morgan he was going to be in Las Vegas for the holidays when, according to Garcia, he was hiding in his apartment all alone. Morgan had been planning on going to Chicago, but the snow there had shut down the airports. He would call it Fate if he believed in that sort of thing.
Either way, he was now shivering in the cold wind as he made his way to Reid’s apartment with a bag of takeout in one hand and Reid’s present in the other. He stopped suddenly just past the alley at the corner of Reid’s building, sure he had heard something from the shadows. He stepped back and waited, listening. There it was again, a faint meow and a rustling of plastic. He watched and waited until a tiny slip of a kitten appeared at the end of the alley, eyeing his bag of takeout and keeping its distance from Morgan. The kitten looked far too small to be on its own to begin with, and Morgan could see dried blood on a gash on what was left of its ear.
Morgan crouched down and reached out his hand, waiting patiently as the kitten studied him, inching closer a little at a time. When the kitten was close enough, Morgan scooped it up, holding it close to his chest as he stood up and juggled the bag and box he was carrying in an effort to hang on to the wily little thing. One of Reid’s neighbors was coming out of the building and held the door open for Morgan with a smile and a Christmas greeting. Morgan made his way up the stairs, whispering nonsense to the kitten, who was too weak to fight much but was putting forth an effort anyway.
When he reached Reid’s apartment, he kicked the door, not hard but still loud enough to be heard. “Reid! I know you’re there, man, open up! I brought you a present!”
There was only the space of a few seconds before Morgan heard the click of the locks being disengaged and then Reid was standing in front of him, sleep-rumpled and adorable. His eyes widened when he saw the creature in Morgan’s hands. “You got me a kitten?”
Uh, no. If Morgan had picked out a kitten for Reid, it sure as hell wouldn’t have been a bloody, starving, feisty ball of fluff like the one he was holding. But Reid looked so happily surprised as he took the kitten and headed for the bathroom, barely remembering to hold the door open, that Morgan didn’t correct him. He set the food and Reid’s actual present on the kitchen counter before locking the front door and following Reid.
He stood in the doorway to the bathroom, watching as Reid gently cleaned the kitten up, talking as if the kitten could understand. The kitten seemed to be calmer, no longer fighting, and Morgan wondered if it knew Reid needed to take care of something as much as the kitten needed someone to care for it. Now that he was thinking about it, a rescued kitten was the perfect Christmas gift for Reid after all.
100 words of BAU (Criminal Minds). Posted 12-25-2008.
Morgan looked around as he stepped into the BAU. There were lights and sparkly garland strung around the railings and the cubicles, miniature snowmen and penguins and reindeer scattered atop the desks, and fake snow lining the bottom of the windows.
"Isn't it fantastic?" Garcia appeared beside him with a brilliant smile and an elf hat complete with jingle bells and a sprig of mistletoe on the tip. "I love Christmas, gives me an excuse to make the office a little brighter."
"Baby girl, you always make the office brighter," Morgan said as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.
200 words of Reid (and his love for supernatural) for
ltlredhairdgirl. Posted 10-7-2007.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.
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 6-26-2007.
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?"
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 2-24-2007.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.
CM drabblet from the 14 valentine's day posts. Posted 2-03-2007.
“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.”
SPN/Criminal Minds crossover. Posted 12-06-2006.
Reid looked up when Gideon entered the briefing room. "Garcia got a positive ID on the prints we found at the crime scene, the ones that seemed to appear after the local team completed their workup. They belong to a Dean Winchester."
"He's not our guy," Gideon replied without hesitation.
"Sir, he's on the FBI's most wanted list. He faked his own death in St Louis, and he's been connected to dozens of crimes." Reid was prepared to go on, but a look from Gideon stopped him.
"I know the Winchesters. Dean's not the one responsible for this." There was nothing but certainty in his voice. "And if he's involved in investigating this woman's death, it probably means this isn't our kind of case."
