covert ops chap 1covert ops chap 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The buzz of cicadas and the song of an errant mockingbird filtered through the open window and filled the labyrinthine halls of the small museum agents Lattimer and Bering were investigating. The southern night air was humid and both were happy to be in the air conditioned building. Myka even more so. "That is the last time I am doing that." She proclaimed as she picked a twig out of her hair.
"Come on, it wasn't that bad." Pete picked a leaf out of her hair. She swatted his hand away. "Besides, this was the only window that wasn't alarmed."
"Easy for you. You didn't have to jump off the trellis when a car drove by. I landed in the bushes, Pete."
"Well, it gives you kind of a, uh, naturey look. It works." Myka slapped his arm. "For some people."
"Let's just find the artifact and get out of here."
"Ooh, shiny." Pete ran over to a suit of armor.
ReidxHotch- AddictionHe pulled up his sleeve slightly, revealing the small scars dotting his arm. Grabbing the needle with his shaking hands, Spencer Reid injected the liquid into his body. His head went back as it coursed through his veins. He wasn't that dorky kid anymore. He wasn't Spencer Reid anymore. He was something more. His thoughts went back to those long hours with Tobias. All of the punches, all the back-hands... All the injections.ReidxHotch- Addiction5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Reid...?" Reid quickly turned to see Hotch, eyes wide, as he watched Reid in the lowest place he'd ever been. Hotch descended on him. "Reid..." Reid looked away, as if somehow if he couldn't see Hotch that the authoritive, handsome man wouldn't be there. "Reid, look at me. Look at me." Reid looked back over to Hotch, not sure what he was thinking. Would he fire him? Would he hate him? "Reid, how long?" Reid bit his lip and looked back down again.
'Not Hotch... ANYONE but Hotch...' Reid thought, embarrassed. Hotch was the last person he wanted to have see him like t
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-HERO5 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
CM: WishesSome people want it to happen, some wish it would happen, others make it happen.CM: Wishes4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Well that went rather well, don't you think?"
Aaron glanced over at his companion and gave him a sort of half-smile, Spencer's eagerness beginning to peak through. They stood on the steps of the police department, the last two to head out to the airport. Nighttime had fallen on Phoenix, Arizona, stars beginning to dot the sky and the young genius looking up at them with utter awe. Frankly, Aaron couldn't blame him. Back in Virginia, one had to go out into the countryside to see some good stars. "It did. We saved her, caught the UnSuball in all, a pretty good week."
Spencer headed for the car, still looking up at them and walking to the back bumper. Aaron followed behind, folding his arms and glancing up for himself. "Isn't it beautiful?" Spencer whispered, tilting his head. "I mean, think about it. Billions of stars in the galaxy, Hotch. Think about how space actually loo
ReidxHotch- Camping"Come on, Reid, you'll have a blast" Morgan chimed "If you won't go willingly, I'll drag you there." he added. Reid groaned.ReidxHotch- Camping5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"No buts. You're coming on the trip. Come on, wouldn't it be fun to have some guy time? Besides, Hotch is coming." Reid shot him a warning glare.
"Shut the hell up, Morgan" he said through gritted teeth. Morgan laughed and Reid gave him a questioning look.
"I didn't tell him, Pretty Boy." Morgan said smirking.
"You better not have" Reid growled before returning his focus to his case files.
~The Boys' Camping Trip~
"Do you need help, Reid?" Hotch asked. Reid looked up from the confusing tent right into Hotch's smoldering dark eyes, blushing and looking back down.
"Y- Yeah" he whispered.
"You've never been camping before, have you?" Hotch said, more of a statement than a question, as he assembled the peices of the tent.
Reid shook his head and stared at what Hotch was doing. "How...?" Hotch laughed and threw his bag and Reid's in the tent, drawing a confused
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
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
RainOne more timeRain5 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 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
Like a Feather on a BreezeLike a Feather on a Breeze5 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
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?
Of Holidays and HealingOf Holidays and Healing3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"The only gift is a portion of thyself."
~Ralph Waldo Emerson
It was the afternoon on Christmas Eve at the BAU, and Section Chief Erin Straus could see from her office window that the party down the hall was beginning to wind down. She watched through the blinds as, one by one, the team of profilers began to leave. Aaron Hotchner was the first to go, understandably needing to get home to Jack. Next to leave was Derek Morgan, who had a plane to Chicago to ketch. Jennifer Jareau was the first of the women to leave. She too had a son be with. Emily Prentiss, who had been almost dancing with anticipation all week about her big surprise for Declan, left next with a smile and a wave goodbye. Apparently she was going to propose the idea of legally adopting the boy.
Straus smiled a little when Penelope Garcia practically kicked the last two partiers out of the conference room, insisting that she could handle the last
On the other side of the veil part 1 Hotch/ReidOn the other side of the veil part 1 Hotch/Reid3 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
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
' 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
A Simple MorningEmily was awoken by JJ, shifting under her arms which were wrapped around her waist. She was half awake and half asleep, and preferred to stay asleep. "Em, let go of me or we won't get any breakfast." The blonde said gently.A Simple Morning4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Emily muttered something and tightened her grasp around her girlfriend. JJ sighed, she knew it would come to this. The dark haired girl always did this every time JJ would try to get out of bed in the morning. The girl just couldn't keep her hands off of her.
So JJ waited a bit until she felt Emily's grasp loosen a bit. Carefully, she lifted one of her arms off of her and finally got out of bed without waking up the other woman. She saw the other woman frown in her sleep and pat the side where JJ was, searching for the missing warmth. When she couldn't find her girlfriend, she grabbed her pillow and hugged it close, burying her nose and mumbling again. JJ felt jealousy grow against the pillow, and almost had the urge to pull it away and climb back in bed with Emily
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.
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 SECRET5 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
7-HEAVENDerek Morgan wakes up doe to the sunlight that's coming from the window. He shifts a little, careful not to wake the woman next to him.7-HEAVEN5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He smiles. His woman. His baby girl.
Morgan looks at the sleeping Garcia next to him. Her soft breathing and her new red hair framing her face, making her more beautiful in the sunlight.
He starts thinking of when they first met, when he accidentally called her Gomez. Then, they grew closer over the years, the flirting bantering between them getting more serious. Suddenly, a whole series of memories flooded his mind.
The times they hang out together.
When she helps the team.
How she comforted him when he returned from the Carl Buford case.
When Battle shot her (even though he would rather not remember that).
When she went to New York with them and hearing her in his ears when he drove the ambulance filled with bombs.
How she tried to help with Tamara Barnes situation and how he blew her off (even though, she was right and he always regretted his action
CM: Possessive, Aren't We?WARNING: Hotch/Reid implied. Don't like slash, don't read.CM: Possessive, Aren't We?4 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
CM-303303CM-3034 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
We Don't Have FriendsA boy of about eight years of age sat in the shadow of a tree. The tree was the only tree near a gigantic house. He was engrossed in a thick biology book. His silvery blue green eyes flicked back and forth over the print. His hair was curly, an inky black. Despite the rather warm weather, the boy wore a black long sleeved shirt. The dark shirt emphasized the pale complexion of his skin. The thin boy did not look up, at the approach of another young boy.We Don't Have Friends3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hello," the new boy said. "My name's Spencer Reid." 'Spencer' smiled shyly. Spencer was rather tall, although he looked to be about six or seven. His head was covered in shoulder-length brown hair, and deep brown eyes shone behind a pair of glasses. Spencer clutched his own book, a copy of The Book of Margery Kempe. He had a bag slung over his shoulders.
"Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes. You're American. From Las Vegas, if I'm not mistaken," Sherlock said, eyeing Spencer carefully. He smirked when Spencer's mouth hung open slightly, before h