Hold- Hotch.ReidThe way Reid's fingers tighten their grip almost imperceptibly on the fabric of the back of Hotch's dress shirt speaks to his track marks and his headaches and his need to be held.Hold- Hotch.Reid5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The way Hotch holds Reid to his chest speaks to a fierce possessiveness, of holding many a broken body tenderly in his arms and being the last face they see. And how much that took its toll on him.
Reid's slender fingertips catalog the fine lines on Hotch's face, making him feel every blemish stand out in glaring detail, making him feel older than his years and Reid simply murmurs "memorizing..." and Hotch doesn't move because he doesn't want Reid's tentative, scared fingers to leave, he doesn't want to unwrap his arms from around the skinny waist, he doesn't want it to END.
68-HEROHotch is in his kitchen, drinking from a bottle of beer, when he suddenly throws it at the wall, shattering it.68-HERO4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It's only been a month since Haley died. A month since she was murdered by Foyet. A month since his world came crashing down.
His son doesn't have a mother. She was killed by an unsub that he should have caught. He drinks alcohol to make the memories go away, to drown out the memory of hearing the gunshot over the phone.
He slides down to the floor and cries into his knees. Jack is with his grandmother, which he is glad, so his son wouldn't see him like this. Everyday, it gets him harder to cope. There are times he doest even want to go on living. He has Jack, but that doesn't seem enough. It doesn't seem enough.
Hotch looks up and see's Reid staring at him.
Spencer Reid. Reid who always supported him. Reid who supported him when he divorced Haley. Reid who became his best friend and lover. Reid who always brightened his day. Reid, the person who became everything to
The Perfect KillThe team was brought together very late at night. J.J. didn't give out any more information besides it was urgent. She said she would explain on the plane. With that, the team arrived at the airport in half and hour and were on their way to Baltimore Maryland within the hour.The Perfect Kill4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"What's this about J.J.?" Hotch asked her.
"10 people are dead. All different in gender, race, hair color, everything. They range form 2 years of age to 61." She said pulling up pictures of the victims.
"Are you sure this is only one guy?" Rossi asked.
"There's only one thing the victims have in common. The unsub takes their hearts." J.J. said pulling up the image of the victims open wounds. Emily put a hand over her mouth while everyone else seemed generally unfazed, yet each one in turn was secretly frightened inside. Reid leaned forward in his chair for be
Criminal Minds Ch. 1"Reid, we're giving you an apprentice."Criminal Minds Ch. 15 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Spencer Reid looked up from what he was doing at his boss, Hotchner, confused.
"An apprentice?" He questioned, not enthusiastically.
"Yes, the whole team agrees that since you're, no doubt, the smartest, that you'd be the best to teach her."
With a sigh, he replied "When do I start?"
"Is there anything I need to know about her?"
"Her name's Camria Harper, she's just graduated, and I honestly believe that she will be a great addition to our team."
"How can you tell that now if she just graduated?"
Hotch grinned "It worked with you"
With another sigh, Spencer turned back to what he had been doing, reading a book about the making of Star trek which looked incredibly boring.
"Will she be coming on our next case?" he questioned
"If you think she's ready by then. Reid I'm trusting you with this not only because I know you can do the job, but also because it will keep your mind of doing the "
Reid looked up sharply.
"Well, I know you've
SynesthesiaThe nauseous pink, the aching, weary teal,Synesthesia7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The burn of olive and the argent throb--
Familiar, all whelm madly and surreal
While two veined lilac glows suppress a sob.
Upon a velvet brown, electric blades
Of blue cut clean the curtain, sleeve to hem,
And trim with cords of fiery green, then shades
Of yellow, frightening; I do not know them.
How strange that, it would seem, into my head,
For unknown reasons and without my leave,
An oil slick was leaked, a rainbow bled,
Which begs this question of what I perceive:
Am I to know such pain that pain needs be
Made in some manner pleasanter for me?
RainOne more timeRain4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a crystal raindrop
right in front of me
the burnt earth.
My dark hair
with the innumerable tears
that fall down
from the cloudy sky.
The water on the ground
my bare feet
and forces me to take a step forward.
I can't go back.
The path I've taken
to get to this point
has been flooded
there is no way back.
I just can go forward
following this path
that leads me
far away from the place
I came from.
We have just taken too much
from this beauty earth
and destroyed it
with every little step we took.
Now it's just too late
to repair the small things
The rain doesn't stop falling,
it destroyed everything
and now I'm here
at the top
of this long path.
Nothing but this sea
Under my feet
there is still
a little spot of earth
that is soaked with water.
Now the sea
my bare feet
and I take one step forward
into the sea
I know I have to go
I'm still here
in this world
The War"Axes flash, broadswords swingThe War6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shining armors' piercing ring
Horses run with polished shield
Fight those buggers till they yield"
The battle rages on ahead
10,000 plus now are dead
The battle line wavers back and forth
Each side fights to prove their worth
The Good on the defense
The Bad on the offense
The War is mighty and great
For the Bad are full of hate
But this is no standard battlefield
Just a mind that now has a shield
The war and battle are in my mind
It is The War 'gainst bad of every kind
The War he's brought to my doorstep
I fight to rid the habit's i've kept
"Use your shield and use your head
Fight till everyone is dead
Raise the flag up to the sky
How many of them can we make die"
The fight is great, the enemy strong
I war to undo all the wrong
I try my best to fight the bad
To please my God and make him glad
The War is great but has no sound
I carefully ensure no one's around
My mind screams at the pain
For all this war see's little gain
The enemy wins every time
Like a Feather on a BreezeLike a Feather on a Breeze4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
When you're in your late teens, you tend to feel like the word is at your feet. You've just completed the goal you've been reaching for since the age of 5. Graduation. Regardless as to how you managed to accomplish it, you have that piece of paper now to show the world that you survived thirteen years of learning. Now you have all of these choices before you. You can go straight to work, you can go to college, or you can mill around and figure out what exactly you plan on doing with your life.
There's also a large swell of emotions invading your senses during this time as well. Friends that you've had for what feels like eternity are making their own life choices. A lot of them are leaving town. This family that you've created for yourself feels like it's falling apart because it's likely that you'll either never see them again, or that they'll come back as different people than they were when they left. You hold on to those friendships a
' 2. You only live once' 2. You only live once4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The next few days went like days normally did, Spencer found himself thing about the things that happened in the fourty-eight hours before that dream. He discovered there was a map like the one in his dream in one of his classrooms, but he didn't remember looking at it, however, he remembered looking at the students who where throwing paper planes near the map. None of this made sense, and Spencer hated when he couldn't make sense of things.
Spencer shut the door behind him and glanced down at his doormat, seeing a letter addressed to him. A wide smile quickly crept up his face. He picked up the letter and flung himself down on the couch as he ripped open the letter. It was from Jason and he told him he was always welcome. Spencers grin grew even wider as he lept from the couch and began running around his apartment, packing clothes and snacks for his journey. Now all he needed to do was too call his boss and get a while off, which should be easy since he didn't really work for the sch
CM: Ravage“You should have made the deal.”CM: Ravage3 years ago in Drama More Like This
The words continued to haunt him as he lay in bed that night. He would close his eyes and see his face towering over him, as if he was sitting on top of him again. He’d open them, the words would echo in his head. Something was wrong with him, thinking about Foyet the entire time. It wasn’t even close to the anniversary of her death, and that was the worst part. It was for no apparent reason right then—just late night thoughts about some of his old cases.
Aaron lay sprawled on the bed and jerked slightly when hearing the door knock. Sitting up, he looked at the clock and grimaced. ‘1:21 AM,’ he thought. ‘Who the hell decided to come at my door this late?’ He crawled out of bed and slowly made his way to the door in an effort to look awake. The door knocked again, and he opened in the middle of it.
Spencer stood there, hand up as if to knock once more. He sheepishly pu
Worry Spencer Reid+Derek MorganSpencer Reid had to wonder how he got himself into situations like this so often. He took a deep breath and twisted the handle, gun raised.Worry Spencer Reid+Derek Morgan3 years ago in Settings More Like This
"You're under arrest for the murder of Jenna Davis."
"Are you sure you're okay?" Hotch asked for the sixth time. Reid sighed and shifted his weight.
"Relax Hotch, the bullet barely grazed me."
Reid subconsciously curled in on himself.
"Just be more careful next time."
"Yes, sir." Reid watched Hotch turn and walk away, soon to be replaced by Derek Morgan.
"How are you feeling, pretty boy?" Derek asked, sitting next to Reid on the back of the ambulance and adjusting the shock blanket the young genius had insisted he didn't need.
"I'm fine. I don't see why everyone is so worried." Although, Spencer wasn't going to complain about getting attention from the attractive Derek Morgan.
"You got shot."
"At. I got shot at. I did not get shot."
"That why your arm is all bandaged?"
Spencer made his best puppy dog eyes at Derek.
On the other side of the veil part 1 Hotch/ReidOn the other side of the veil part 1 Hotch/Reid2 years ago in Romance More Like This
I kept my eyes on Hotch as JJ called us in the conference room to discuss the next case. He'd been acting a little strange lately, I would know. Not only for I had my vampire senses to tell me everything, also because I had strong feelings for the man, the man that was my boss. I didn't like it much, it could never work out because of so many things, but.. god, that man made me feel almost alive. Something I didn't feel very often being dead and all.
Of course, my team didn't know that, they'd sensed the change in me after the case that made me like this, but I kept telling them they didn't need to worry and they couldn't tell what it was, and it wasn't like I was unhealthy are something so now, a year later, they just let it pass.
I had my eyes on the unsub, afraid, but I held my gun with my hands tightly, not letting them shake. As he approached me, I couldn't see another option than to fire it. So I did, I fired, the bullet hit him in his chest, and he, he didn't even so much as b
91-ScarHotch kissed Reid softly on the lips as he led him to the bedroom.91-Scar3 years ago in Romance More Like This
They valued these night together, nights where they don't have to say anything. All they had to do was touch each other and they understood.
Hotch slowly took Reid's sweater and shirt off, never removing his lips off Reid's. When Reid was completely shirtless, Hotch took his arm and slowly kissed the track marks. Reid shuddered, both from the feeling of the butterfly kisses and the act itself.
Reid slowly pulled away and started to remove Hotch's shirt, cringing slightly from the scars on the older mans stomach. They symbolized the violent act that was inflicted upon him by Foyet. He knelt down and slowly kissed the scars, earning a small gasp from Hotch.
This was a ritual for them, every time they made love. The scars were never ignored, they were always a acknowledged and known. To say to the other that they are accepted as a whole, with the scars and every other flaw with them.
After they finished their ri
CM: Possessive, Aren't We?WARNING: Hotch/Reid implied. Don't like slash, don't read.CM: Possessive, Aren't We?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Aaron, come on. It's not too bad.
Aaron just glared at Foyet tiredly. He was sick of this crap. Tired of the ghost bothering him every which way he could, sick of anything and everything he threw at the agent. He was drained. Totally drained. "...fuck. Off," he muttered tightly. "Not- not really..."
Foyet laughed, sliding behind him slightly and resting on the back of the sofa. Not really what? You too exhausted to realize I figured out a way to trigger the pain? Or what? Too exhausted to...
Foyet glanced up from the exhausted FBI agent with a slight grin. Aaron looked up as well from the couch, blinking and eyes widening. Spencer was in the doorway, eyes narrowed and glowering at Foyet. He had finally exposed himself to the both of them in due time, and well... yeah. It was about damn time the genius profiler was able to snap his glare in the direction of the spirit. Foyet always
53-KEEPING A SECRETMorgan grips Garcia's hips and pulls her closer. His lips slam into hers and they starts an intimate dance, moaning in appreciation.53-KEEPING A SECRET4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Morgan and Garcia were both in Garcia's office, both trying to steal a moment together. They both knew making out in the office wasn't the best idea, but it was such a turn-on.
Their relationship was still a secret from the team. They were still new in it, so they weren't ready to tell their friends yet.
Garcia moaned as Morgan ran his fingers through her red hair and the other caressed her thigh.
"Mmmm, Derek." She moaned, as Morgan sat on her chair, dragging her to his lap. They had another heated lip lock, hand gripping whatever they could touch, while making the chair squeaked suddenly. Garcia was about to put her hands under Morgan's shirt when her door flew open, revealing Spencer Reid.
"Hey, Garcia, I was wonder ." Reid was saying, his sentence cut off as he stared at the couple. There was an awkward silence for a few moments, until Garcia sig
CM-303303CM-3033 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Scared to Death"
Reid sat at his desk staring at the letter Gideon had left him. He'd already read it once and his eidetic memory didn't require him to read it again, but somehow staring at it gave him a sense that he'd find some sort of secret meaning, though he knew there was none. Garcia's voice carried over the bullpen.
"Gideon left everything. Except the photographs."
"He always said those were like his family." Reid spoke slightly solemnly, looking back at the papers. It was left unsaid that the team had been his family too, more so Reid than anyone.
Morgan and Prentiss looked at each other. While the team decided what to do with all that Gideon had left behind, Hotch was in his office staring at a painting Jack had made. The team was going through a hard time, Reid especially, because of Gideon's departure, and now he had to deal with Haley leaving. He didn't need to be a profiler to know she would soon ask for a divorce.
After his brief talk with Strauss, JJ had asked him
How so I explain thisHow so I explain this2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jack screamed making the two men stop what they were doing "Jack!" Hotch yelled as the 6 year old swing the baseball bat at his dad, knocking him off Spencer
"JACK STOP!" Spencer yelled as he jumped off the bed pulling on a robe and pulled the bat out the boy's hand and pulled him into a hug as he sob, Reid looked at Aaron to see if he is still alive, he moved and sat up wincing at his side as he looked at the his boyfriend and son, "You okay?" Spencer mouth, Aaron nodded and grabbed his clothes off the floor as Spencer took Jack out into the living room.
He placed Jack on the sofa and looked at him "Daddy wasn't hurting me." He said quietly, the little face looked up at him, there was tears running down his face in rivers that it made Spencer's hart brake
"B…But you were crying!" he said
"Yes because… it was the first time I did that with daddy." He lied he hated lying to Jack but now was not the time to have sour coated pills "What me and your daddy was doing was something very grown
-Letter to an Unknown Love-Someday I'll be born into this world, I know. I have hope that I will live, that I will not be forever in this dark room, but find the strength to pry away the suffocation from my being. When will that be? I'd like to tell you that I would have loved you, had I ever known you. I wonder, now, is it better to forget? Tell me how I am, please I cannot feel my own self; I cannot judge my own emotions. Do you feel my life? I wonder if I feel the way others do. So, so alive, we feel... and someday I can feel it to. I don't want to forget anymore, no matter how much I will regret never having known you, never having had the chance to love you.-Letter to an Unknown Love-4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
But when I live, I promise you... I will notice you, standing there beside me, like you have been all this time. I will love you - I do love you. Give me your hand, so I can breathe again with you, being led down these corridors of familiar, strange new places, places that make me think of you. You painted them your color - all the shades of autum
playing mind games pt1The first time Spencer ever met a vampire was when was at this father's place of work for a short while, he was ill and couldn't go home at time, so his dad had picked him up and took him to his offices, he sat on the sofa in his dad's offices reading a book that would have most child his age throw at the walls, the door open and a blonde hair woman stood there "Mr Reid, Summers is here to see you." she said the older man looked at Spencer who was still reading his book back to the blondeplaying mind games pt12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Alright send him in." He said "Spencer keep reading your book." He said
"Okay dad." He said as he took a sip of his juices.
The room turned icy cold making little Spencer shiver and pulled his blanket up closer around him, the door open and in walked a tall dark hair man, his eyes black a coals he eyed the room and man behind his desk and the 9 year old on sofa,
"William." He smiled "Is it brings your children to work day?" he asked
"No Lord Summers it's not my son was not well, I couldn'
I'll Always Be Right ThereI'll Always Be Right There4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another ball of paper flew into the wastepaper basket. Sam let out a moan of agony. She had been attempting to write her vows for days now and she couldn't seem to get the words right. For one thing words never came to her easily when it came to this kind of thing, ask her to explain how a Naquadah generator works and she could tell you, ask her to write down all her thoughts about a person and she just babbled on incoherently on the page. She knew how she felt about Janet, and she could tell her, but when it came to writing it down in the form of vows the task seemed impossible.
She had never listened to so many love songs in her life. She thought that they might give her some ideas, instead she found herself simply jotting down the lyrics to: "From this moment", "When you say nothing at all", and "My best friend". Among many others. She threw the notepad down and fell back on the bed rubbing her eyes. It was Sunday night and she would be heading off world for a few days for a s
52-DEEP IN THOUGHT52-DEEP IN THOUGHT4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
When Spencer Reid first came in this morning, the first thing Hotch though of was his new haircut. It reminded him of those boy bands he see's teenage girls go crazy for. But now, he could see more of Reid's neck.
Reid's long, succulent neck
Suddenly, Hotch ran into something hard, which turned out to be a parking meter. Ignoring the pain, he tried to compose himself and get rid of the thoughts of his young lover.
Hotch was looking through papers from the social networking case and was stirring coffe he brought with him. Then he saw Reid passé by his office and smiles at him. Reid smiles back and Hotch's mind wanders to other times Reid smiled.
Reid smiling. Reid moaning. Reid screaming out his name
"Hotch, what are you doing?!"
Hotch snapped out of his daydream and stared at Rossi who cried out. He then looked at his cup of coffee, which was spilling from his excessive stirring. He swore
Your Connection to AdventureI'm perfectly content with staring at the back of your head all day.Your Connection to Adventure4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It kind of hurts my eyes to look at you through my peripheral vision.
That shirt you wore today...
I think somebody else has it.
But you made it shine,
Like silver chain mail.
Did you know that you're beautiful?
But you'd never hear it from me.
When I get on the bus,
I'm sure I burn a hole through the window when I look for you.
I live for that one last glimpse of you when you stroll to your bus.
"Until tomorrow" I think.
But how many "until tomorrow"'s do I have to think
Until it's you thinking that?
Hopefully not many more.
Because my heart's beats are growing faint.
I don't think she can hold out much longer.
Kigo Stealing beginningIt was dark as a police siren alerted a raven haired woman. She jumped in the corner of the building and watched the police car pass her.Kigo Stealing beginning5 years ago in Teen More Like This
Her eyes widened as the lights of the car almost passed her, she closed her eyes and then waited.
A few minutes later she opened her eyes again and smirked, the car had gone away.
Mustve been somewhere else. She whispered to herself and then she continued.
A red haired woman stirred in her sleep as her mobile rang.
Hmmm.. She mused as she took her mobile. She let out a deep sigh before she took it. Kim Possible.
Kim you need to go to the artificial museum.. someones breaking in..
Cant you send another unit, Wade?" Kim asked as she rubbed her eyes.
No.. Everyones busy..
"Alright.. Alright.. I get it.."Kim said and she took her clothes and quickly got dressed. She rushed out of her window and got in the car that was parked in front