Prentiss's return8 months after Prentiss's death,More Like This
The team had changed a lot since a painful death of Emily Prentiss
Hotchner was more lenient with the members
Morgan wasn't a thrilled when they had solved the case
Reid got quieter and no longer went off talking about the case at hand
Rossi never felt the same after not helping Prentiss out,
Seaver requested a transfer soon after Prentiss's death
Penelope never used the playful banter
But a new team member was coming in the replace Seaver due they never felt right replacing Prentiss.
Today it's the first day of the new team member named Sarah Thompson was coming in today.
Knock knock went the door and Hotchner answered the door and said "Are you the new team member replacing Seaver?" he asked "Yes, I'm Sarah Thompson!" she said shaking his hand firm but gentle her green eyes studying him. "Can I meet my coworkers?" she asked her black hair bouncing up and down "Sure," hotch said. As they walked to the briefing room she sat between Reid and Penelope. "
Sarah, Pt. 1More Like This
Derek Morgan walked through the busy mall, looking for a present for his sister's birthday. It was his day off. Just then, he saw a little girl with long auburn hair and a small Hello Kitty backpack over her shoulder wandering around the mall, looking lost and scared. She couldn't have been more than five years old. Concerned, he went over to her.
"Hey there, sweetie," He said with a smile. The girl looked at him. Her eyes were full of tears and her bottom lip was quivering. "Are you lost?" He asked, kneeling down to her height. The girl nodded.
"I can't find my daddy. I forgot my backpack in the toy store and went to get it and when I came back he was gone," she told him, crying.
"Ok, sweetheart, it's going to be ok. Now where did you last see him?" Morgan asked.
The girl pointed to a small bakery shop across the wide hallway. Morgan nodded. "Ok, come on, I'll help you find your dad. What does he look like?"
"He has brown hair and he's really tall and he's wearing a green shirt and je
CM instant messageshotstuff274@BAU.Com: hey baby girl.More Like This
Hotstuff247@BAU.com: How you doing sweet stuff?
Chocolate_lover@bau.com: fine, u?
Hotstuff247@BAU.com: Pretty boy still moping?
Chocolate_lover@bau.com: just cause i forgot the cookies lol. Really, how r u?
Hotstuff247@BAU.com: as well as can be expected, seeing as Clooney's still humping my cast.
Chocolate_lover@bau.com: ...want me to hump it instead?
Hotstuff247@BAU.com: you know what i like dumpling.
Chocolate_lover@bau.com: ill come round in my nurses uniform
Chocolate_lover@bau.com: maybe l8r, i got stuff to do
Hotstuff247@BAU.com: dawww, you got Kevin hiding under the desk again?
Chocolate_lover@bau.com: that was once! And no, i dumped the bacon doughnut eating freak.
Hotstuff247@BAU.com: aww man Garcia, I'm sorry.
Chocolate_lover@bau.com: u should be
Hotstuff247@BAU.com: hey I can't help it if what i have is enough to turn even the geekiest of men.
Chocolate_lover@bau.com: ...he was goi
Introducing Madefire Motion Books to deviantARTApr 2, 2013by spyedMore Like This
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I am very excited to announce a strategic partnership between deviantART and Madefire, the leading Motion Book application in Apple’s App Store. (iPhone & iPad)
Together with Madefire, we are releasing the Madefire Web Reader on deviantART in a new category on our front-page called "Motion Books.” You will immediately find a dozen Madefire Motion Books there, with more books released each Wednesday.
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MattykunRight now.More Like This
This very moment.
Someone is dying.
Someone has just died.
At this second, a fellow human being has breathed their last breathe, swallowed the last pill, sliced their skin a final time. They have given up their conscious existence for the promise of an eternal paradise. Willingly or not. Because everyone will die. Everyone is already dying. Every single second. As you grow and age, the biological clock strikes ominous seconds. Every breathe takes you closer to the end. Don't be alarmed, it's not individual. You are not special or different. This is happening to everyone. Every race from everywhere on the planet. Men, women, children. Infants. The rich and the poor, the young and the old. They all hurdle closer and closer to their end. The faces and stories change, but one fact remains absolute. One singular, final truth about death. There is not a thing you can do about it.
I know this, so why can't I stop believing you're still here Matt? I've heard the news story. E