#First Matthew Simmons and Spencer Reid | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

protege-not-protagonist · 10 months ago

Text

Criminal Minds: The Protégé Chapter 4

Ch 4: My Brother's Keeper Pt. 1

Blurb: After meeting with Dr. Reid, Grace is called away on a case with the team to a double Homicide of children with excessive overkill. It doesn't take long to establish that This Unsub will kill again if not caught soon. But as Grace works the case, certain aspects of it stir up a past she would rather forget. Meanwhile Spencer can't help but start working on the victimology of this new possible serial killer back home.

Masterlist

Previous Chapter

Audience: mature audience for depictions of violence and sexual references

Author's Note: if you see a trigger warning that concerns you, you can scroll to end and I'll have a brief description what happens. I think that system should work well cause then those who don't want spoilers don't have to read the trigger warnings at the start and get spoiled. Also my apologies to Groton South Dakota. I'm sorry I'm sure your a lovely town, I just threw a dart on the map and looked for a small town in that area. No offense.

TW: Ableism, child death, violence, gore, crime scene depiction, kidnapping.

Quantico, FBI Runway Tarmac Thursday July 2023 1:32 pm

‘Sorry,’ Grace apologised as she entered the jet, ‘It’s worth the wait trust me.’ She turned behind her and gestured to the two people who followed her up the stairs, ‘This is my friend Agent Stiller, from Forensics…’

A neatly dressed young man with dark skin and round glasses smiled widely and offered his hand to the rest of the team, ‘You can just call me Avery, nice to meet you guys, I’ve heard a lot about the lofty sixth floor. Didn't know you guys had a jet.’ That earnt a few laughs from her team.

Grace turned to the older redheaded woman who still stood at her side. ‘And this is our associate, Dr Boland, she's an expert Forensic Anthropologist with the Smithsonian. She taught me everything I know.’

'Well, I don't think that's quite true, Grace,' Dr Boland chuckled slightly and turned to the team offering a small wave, ‘Nice to meet you all, although I wish it were under better circumstances.’

‘Thank you for joining us on short notice, we appreciate having you both on board,’ Prentiss welcomed them, ‘Take a seat where you can find one, budget won’t allow for a bigger jet so we might have to get a little cosy, I’m Section Chief and Acting Unit Chief SSA Prentiss, this is SSA’s Rossi, Alvez, Simmons, Jareau and Dr Lewis, you both know Special Agent Matthews. As soon as we’ve taken off, we’ll start running through what we've got so far.’

The jet started taxiing along the runway. Without too much surprise, Avery and Dr Boland took the couch seat together. Grace smiled and shot them an encouraging smile up before sitting down next to Rossi.

‘Where did you wander off to today, huh? That's the first time you’ve taken a lunch break longer than 10 minutes. I’m proud of you,’ Rossi nudged her.

Across the table from her, Dr. Lewis and JJ listened in curiously.

‘I was still on site, as I’m sure you will all hear from Alvez in his report-’ she heard Luke snort from the seat behind her. ‘-I went to see Dr Reid.’

Everyone sat up in their chairs, suddenly very focused on what she had to say. She even heard the rest of the team's seats creak behind her.

‘What?’ she asked. It felt like she was unaware of some joke that they had with each other. Had they been taking bets again?

‘Nothing.’ Rossi shrugged, ‘We all miss him. Guess we just wanna know how he's doing, How’d it go?’

The jet shuddered as it sped full speed down the runway. They all paused their conversation as the cabin began to rattle. Rossi gripped the armrest tightly and Grace closed her eyes and enjoyed the stomach flipping sensation. They lifted off the ground and there was the pleasant buzz in her body of adrenalin. She loved take offs. She opened her eyes and there were a few pairs staring back at her, waiting. Oh yeah, they had asked her a question.

‘Fine, it was really good actually. He’s nice, gave me some advice, and he's funny too… It was very… I don’t know.’

‘You two just… gelled well? It would be nice having someone on your level to talk to,’ Dr. Lewis suggested.

Grace let out a nervous chuckle, ‘Oh no, he is way above my level, but… he’s not like other people I've met who are like that.’

Rossi gave her a knowing look, ‘He is the smartest guy in the room but he doesn't lord it over anyone. He doesn’t have a drop of arrogance or conceitedness in him.’

‘Yeah, that’s it,’ she smiled. Rossi was right, probably because he knew who some of the ‘other people’ she was referring to.

‘Well, if you think he is funny, you must be closer to his level than us, cause his jokes often go over our heads,’ JJ remarked and there were a few nods of agreement.

The monitor chimed, and Garcia’s bright personality shone through the screen.

'Hello my crime fighters and special guests! I've got an update, not a good one but still an update.'

'What have you got, Garcia?' Prentiss asked. They all got up and gathered around the second table in the jet that currently had all the files scattered across it.

‘Well, I have nothing folks, I looked for two related persons with Brittle Bone Disease in Groton and surrounding areas, and there are none. I trolled through medical records, but knowing they can be tricky and locked up tight, I went with ER admissions for repeated broken bones, then tried health insurance, then wheelchair and braces purchases, then school enrollments with special needs, nada… whoever these babies are, they aren't local and I can't find them and it's making me so sad.'

‘That's okay, keep working on that list, extend it to nationwide; families with two or more individuals with Brittle Bone who are under 25,’ Prentiss instructed.

‘Oooh, that is a big list,’ Garcia winced.

‘It’s okay, we have Dr Boland and Agent Stiller here, they will help give us more identifying features and we can narrow down the list further as we go along.’ Prentiss assured her. 'But are there any missing persons with Brittle Bone reported?'

Garcia shook her head, 'None reported in the entire country.'

Grace felt her chest ache a bit at the thought of a pair of parents out there unaware their kids were missing, or worse, not caring that they were. She held to that thought.

‘Brittle Bone is debilitating for kids. Most breakages occur before puberty, they would require a high level of care. These are kids you couldn't leave them home alone for long periods of time. They wouldn't be able to walk long distances or play on a playground unsupervised. Even if these victims are in their early teens, and they aren't as vulnerable, they're still someone you would notice missing. If they have not been reported missing, it’s likely that their guardian is also missing,' she suggested.

'Or the unsub themselves,' Alvez countered.

Why hadn’t she considered that? It was more likely.

She winced at the thought, 'I hope not. But yeah that's what statistics would point to, most murders are committed by someone closely related to a victim, even more so with children.'

'Well, if that is not the case…' Simmons pointed to a map of Groton they had on the table, 'Two major routes intersect here the 37 and the 12, there isn’t much in the town, it’s basically a rest stop, we could be dealing with a mobile killer. If our unsub knew the town had little in the way of law enforcement, they could dump the bodies, shock a small town, overwhelm law enforcement and continue driving. They’d be long gone before the cops even figured out what to do, it’s a forensic countermeasure. Have we looked at the Highway Serial Crimes database? Any similar scenes in other states?'

Garcia shook her head, ‘I checked that, and I'm keeping tabs, but I’ve found nothing this severe, or with kids, sorry. Ah… and I see you’re getting ready to look at those photos and I’ll take that as my cue, I’m out. Talk to you later.’

The screen went dark as Simmons laid out some of the photos on the table.

Prentiss turned their guests. ‘Can you tell anything from the photos that will help narrow anything down?’

‘Ah, no, I agree with everything Grace has concluded. An MNI of two. Both victims are definitely under 21. Most likely related, both have OI. Most likely Caucasian; their teeth have no shovelling. I would say these victims are more likely have Type One, but we will have to reconstruct and get stature estimates and bone samples to know that for certain. Unfortunately, I can’t rule out one of our individuals being pre-pubescent either, like Grace observed, their 31 hasn’t erupted. And if the victims do have Type One, it is the only type not known to cause unusual dentition. I believe it is a worse case scenario, one of those victims is around 12 years old.’ Dr Boland reported.

Grace already had known that, but somehow having someone else confirm it, made the cabin's recycled air feel heavy.

Avery sighed, ‘I have nothing to add, except I want to let you guys know, we are pretty good, but we are not miracle workers. I just want to prepare you for the possibility that we may not ID these victims if no relative comes forward with DNA or reports them missing. Soft tissue is obliterated, so we’re going to work with what we can and move to bones. Now, with younger victims, it is harder to determine sex with only skeletal remains, and given the condition they are in, the fragmentation will also make it difficult to determine facial features or distinguishable characteristics. Dr Boland will do what she can and I will assist where I can.’

‘Wait assist? So you’re not a bone and body guy?’ Alvez asked.

The rest of the team looked confused. Grace realised she hadn’t really told them much about who Avery was, or much about her old team, really.

‘I dabble but no, on the second floor, I’m the living people expert,’ he explained.

JJ nodded along with a grin, ‘You’re the team liaison.’

He nodded proudly, ‘I specialise in CSI coordination, organisation, and education for local police. Grace called me because I’ve worked cases like this before. It is possible we are walking into a contaminated crime scene, regional PD’s will be trying to work with one another, there will be press vultures, and we will most likely be doing the reconstruction in a country clinic or even a vet clinic. Agent Prentiss, I know you will be head of this investigation, but if you allow it, I will gladly organise and coach Local PD though evidence collection. I will do my best to make sure all evidence is collected and processed so it is admissible in court, if that's what you want me to do.’

‘That would be a big help, a profile is going to be hard enough with not much victimology to go off, we don’t need to be juggling crime scene management as well,’ Prentiss agreed.

Avery pulled out a business card and passed it around, ‘That’s my number, I'll grab all yours as well. I know how important a profile is in a case like this, I need to know any updates on your profiles immediately. In a small town like this, we will definitely work with volunteers. I’ve been warned that having Feds brought in might excite and Unsub, it’s possible I will be working along side our unsub at some point, so I think it’s good if we stay in touch.’

Rossi nodded with an impressed look on his face, ‘Where do you find these people, kid?’

‘Around. I keep good company,’ she smiled.

‘Okay when we land, we have a 20 minute drive to Groton from the regional airport, JJ, Matthews, Stiller and Dr Boland, I want you to go to the crime scene, make sure they get everything under control. Rossi, Alvez, I want you to question the staff at the golf course where the bodies were found. Simmons, Lewis you're with me, we will go to the station and get a lay of the land. We'll meet at the Gold Stallion Inn by seven. That's where we're being put up. I hope none of you snore, because there are only six rooms some of us are gonna have to share.’

‘Shot not sharing with Rossi,’ Dr Lewis remarked.

‘Hey, I do not snore. And I’ve had three wives who can attest to that,’ Rossi defended.

-------

Somewhere along Route 37, South Dakota, Thursday July 2023 3:30 pm

He looked out the window as the radio played country music. It had been a long time since he had been on a road trip, he’d forgotten what it felt like. The crink in his knees hardly bothered him though. This was too exciting. Fields passed him and he smiled as a herd of cows lazily grazed, watching their minivan drive by.

‘Cows!’ he exclaimed with delight.

No one else in the car shared his enthusiasm. That was okay, his mom and dad had been driving for a long time, they were tired.

But then the woman next to him sobbed.

‘Please, where are you taking us? Where are my boys!’ his mother cried.

His smile retreated. She was ruining it.

‘SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP RIGHT NOW!’ he pressed the gun to her head again.

‘Lilly, it’s okay baby, we’ll be okay!’ Dad called from the driver’s seat. ‘Please don’t hurt her, she just wants to know when we are going to stop.’

The man turned back to look at him and the woman with pleading eyes. It was good that Mom and Dad loved each other. If only they would love him as much. This was supposed to be a family road trip. They were supposed to be a happy family now. Why didn’t they love him?

‘We stop when I say we can, and you’ll see your boys again, soon enough,' he promised, and he wasn’t lying this time.

This Mom and Dad weren't right, his brothers weren’t right. He’d find the right ones one day. But he supposed he had to value what little time left he had with this family, it was supposed to be fun wasn’t it? He lowered the gun as the road sign loomed up ahead and he smiled. They were nearly there.

‘Ooh, let’s play a game… I spy, with my little eye, something, beginning with… M.’

--------

Groton SD, Golf Course, Thursday July 2023 3:58 pm

'Deputy Mitchell?' JJ asked as the four of them climbed off the golf cart and approached a middle-aged man guarding a large tarp spread over the ground.

'You the feds?'

‘Agents Jareau, Matthews, and Stiller, and our forensic expert Dr Boland.' JJ introduced, pointing out each one.

'Well, thought you'd be all suited up with earpieces, but I'm glad you're here. Body is under here.' He lifted the tarp partially and they all braced themselves. 'Groundsman found it here this morning, Jesus,' the deputy winced and turned away.

'When did the call come in?' JJ asked.

‘That was about six this morning... Look, other than putting the tarp on and doing a search of the grounds, we haven't done anything else. This is way over our heads. We are a small community. People come here cause it’s quiet and nothing happens, we don’t have resources, certainly not for this. Heck, I’m not even sure how we are going to move the body. We asked the regional centre, Aberdeen, for help. They took one look and told us to contact you guys, but they’re sending us their CSI team. They just radioed that they are a few minutes away.'

Avery began to talk about how they were logistically going to go about this. JJ asked questions about what time people usually played golf, and the opening times of the course. She zoned out and peeled the tarp back fully, and Dr Boland jumped to help.

Immediately it was clear the victims were killed right here. This wasn't a dump sight. Blood spatter was caked all over the grass.

Dr Boland opened her field kit and began taking the ambient temperature, following procedure. Grace however became focused on the thing she hadn't been able to tell from the photos; how was this done.

She fixed her glasses on the nose and knelt down next to the bodies.

'Hello, I'm Agent Grace Matthews, I'm just going to examine you to see what happened, okay? Then we will get you both somewhere safe and put you together so we can bury you okay?'

She always spoke to the bodies. She knew the others on the team thought it was weird. She even felt weird talking to them this time, it was hard to even recognise them as human in the state they were in. But that’s why she had to do it, especially at a scene like this.

It was a habit she started at her first job after she left school and she kept it up when she went into forensics. The practice was quite normal in some fields. It was a humanising technique that gave dignity to a body while acting as a coping strategy for the living person. They taught it at the academy, but few practiced it.

'And I'm Dr Boland, I’m Grace’s friend. I will be putting you together and running tests. I will work as fast as I can.' Dr Boland introduced herself, not missing a beat. Grace looked to her in surprise. The doctor only smiled warmly back at her as if to say, “it's not weird at all.” And kept setting up the scene for the investigation.

Grace turned her attention back to the gore and clasped her hands together and hugged them under her chin; it was time to focus. This is what she was here for, this is what got her into the FBI.

Her eyes darted across the mess and searched for repeated patterns or familiar shapes. Amongst the clumps of flesh, splinters of bone and bloody strips of cloth that would have been clothes, she looked for large pieces that were still relatively intact. A long bone, or perhaps the outline of where the clothes would have sat, hopefully. She moved around, searching from every angle for something recognizable. Eventually, the two bodies began to appear. She could identify different sections of a body and her mind filled in the blanks or rearranged into the form it was supposed to take. The two had died next to each other; one face down, one face up.

Two fragmented bones stuck out to her. A snapped the ulna and radius. Attached to it she found a bit of skin that was bruised and dented in a rough crescent shape.

The scene flashed in her mind;

A young voice cried out as they were hit in the back of the head with the bludgeon, their skull shattered immediately, they fell face first into the grass and their jaw dislocated, which allowed the mandible to remain relatively while the overkill was exerted. This was the younger one. When they hit the ground, the other older one turned to the assailant, who was already swinging the weapon at him now. They raised their arm in defence to block the first blow of a rounded heavy object swinging at them. Their forearm shattered immediately. They fell to the ground, and the blows kept coming in a frenzied rage from the man standing above them. They died relatively quickly. But the unsub wanted to humiliate and disfigure them further, he beat them for what must have been hours.

She shook the scene from her mind and focused now on the weapon.

It was flexible and heavy yet did not leave a uniformed mark. It was malleable and, given the frenzied blitz attack; improvised.

She racked her brain, an improvised weapon on a golf course. It would have to be a club right? But it couldn't be; a golf club wasn't the right… anything. Shape, size, weight distance from the attacker; it was all wrong. This damage was more like a mediaeval mace, something heavy that could be swung but didn’t have much reach- yet, not solid? She stood up and wandered around, deaf to the world as she searched for an object that would fit the disruption.

'Hey Agent Matthews… Matthews… Grace. Grace!’ Dr Boland called to her.

‘Yes?’ she turned around

‘If you're heading over there to the bunker can you get a sample of the sand please?' Dr Boland asked.

She nodded and pulled out a test tube from her forensics field kit. She knelt down and scooped up some sand from the bunker. It was really fine sand, not like the natural sand that was about the town. This stuff would get everywhere if I fell over right now, she thought to herself. Then she had a little giggle to herself, it would get everywhere, but it wasn’t rough, or course, it was powdery and fine. Like Anakin Skywalker, she disliked sand, which was unfortunate, having grown up on a tropical island. She also hated golf courses. In her opinion, and her father’s, they were a waste of space. Swathes of nature manicured into useless fields to chase a ball in. The amount of habitat destruction, water wastage and land metamorphosis places like this went through was… she halted.

The sand wasn't from here.

It was brought here, and you buy sand in bags and sand bags are heavy and malleable. And she knew firsthand, you can scale a sandbag down and make the tried-and-true homemade truncheon with little effort.

She ran back over the body and pulled out her magnifying glass, inspecting a depression that would have been caused by a blow. Sure enough, she could make out a few fibres and sandy particulates in the wound. She pulled out a swab taking a sample.

‘Dr Boland, there are fibres and particulates in these wounds, make sure to get some samples before you clean the bones, have you established a baseline yet?’

‘Yeah, it's that flag there,’ she pointed to the peg in the ground and continued laying out measuring guides getting ready to take scaled photos. Grace stood next to the baseline, took out her tablet, snapped a photo and drew an outline with her stylus.

'I got a rough indication of where the victims are lying. I'll do a diagram, that way you can have a rough starting point for the reconstructions.’ She drew outlines of the victims over the photos and labelled them One and Two and hit send.

Dr Boland glance at her tablet smiled, 'This is great. I've never seen you work out side the lab before.'

'Well I do this quite often, I think it would be more accurate to say I've never seen you work out side a lab before,' Grace grinned.

'True, the field is not usually my scene, especially when the site is this recent. But I just wanted to say, the field, it suits you. You seem... more free.' The doctor remarked.

Another golf cart approached carrying a uniformed officer and a few people in CSI jackets; the team from Aberdeen.

‘Looks like the Cavalry's arrived.’

‘Go, catch this guy, we’ve got this,’ Dr Boland nodded, holding out her hand.

Grace frowned at her and reached to shake it.

Dr Boland laughed and shook her hand back, ‘As much as I appreciate that you are comfortable enough to shake my hand, I actually was after the samples you collected, I need to catalogue them.’

‘Oh. right,’ Grace nodded and handed them over. ‘What do you recon? If we catch this guy by Saturday, will you be up for Sunday Study Brunch?’

Dr Boland smiled at her, ‘Well with your diagram here, it should make it easier to reconstruct. I’ll say, we’re on at this point. I’ve got a new stack of possible US soldiers from Bataan, circa 1940s, that I could use help cataloguing, unless you want to work more on your thesis?’

Grace sighed, ‘Not yet, I’m still stuck. Cataloguing Soldiers it is then. I’ll see you and Avery tonight, I’ll keep you in the loop, but I have to brief JJ, and the team. I’ve got a weapon and a few details.’

--------

Leaving one car with Avery and Dr Boland at the scene, JJ and her met up with Rossi and Alvez after they finished the staff interviews.

‘Anyone stick out?’ JJ asked.

‘Nope,’ Rossi shook his head. ‘All of them have alibis.’

‘Grounds man was a bit too into lawn, but none of them seemed off at all.‘ Alvez added. ‘What if this guy is a worse case scenario; just a random guy with victims of opportunity who motored out of here like Simmons said?’

JJ sighed, ‘Well, apparently opening hours are seven to seven, and people would only interact with staff and leave a record if they paid for entry, or hired equipment or a cart. Most locals have an annual pass, so they don’t need to pay for entry. Not that it’s really barred at all, there is no fence, no security or CCTV. Anyone could walk onto the course at any time. What could you tell from the bodies?’

They all looked to her.

‘It was a blitz attack followed by post mortem overkill. After the initial attack the unsub continued to beat them to humiliate and dehumanise them. There was no attempt to conceal the bodies; there is no remorse. The Unsub, is a man, given the strength, and probably under 30, immature and emotionally stunted. The attack was disorganised and full of rage. It seems personal, if the unsub didn’t know these kids, he must be using them as surrogates,’ she reported.

‘Now that kinda rage at two random defenceless disabled kids makes me think we could be looking at a hate crime; like extreme ableism,’ Alvez surmised darkly.

‘Ugh, can this guy get any worse,’ JJ murmured.

Grace gave her a sympathetic look. JJ hid it well but Grace could tell, she was very shaken by this case. She had said very little the entire time. Anything with kids was hard, especially on JJ, but this level of brutality was something else entirely.

‘You said the attack was disorganised, are you implying that he is organised in another aspect?’ Rossi turned to her.

‘Yes well, I may have some good-ish news in that department,’ Grace nodded, ‘The weapon was an improvised truncheon. Now improvised weapons usually indicate a disorganised individual, but on this occasion the weapon actually shows the opposite. He used something that requires criminal sophistication. This guy used a sock filled with sand. It’s a simple but effective weapon. It's not one that comes to mind unless you’ve been in a situation where you’ve had to learn to make a weapon out of nothing before,’ she smiled proudly. They continued to look at her, confused, so she elaborated; ‘I think this guy’s been to prison. Which means he’s in the system, we can find him.’

Rossi’s phone rang and he answered after a quick glance at the Caller ID. ‘Yes? Yeah everyone’s here, yeah I’ll put you on speaker hang on-’ Rossi held his phone out, and they gathered around it, ‘-Go ahead Emily.’

‘I have bad news and worse news. The bad news is there are only five rooms at the inn, so more of us are going to have to share. The worse news is that there are only five rooms because room one’s key was left in the drop box this morning before the office opened and the guests’ car was gone. Now the manager assumed they had checked out, but when the cleaner arrived this afternoon, the Giles family’s belongings were still inside the room.’

‘Well, that’s not good,’ Rossi voiced what they were all thinking.

Grace's mind raced, it made sense why they weren’t reported missing; this family was on vacation, they weren’t expected to be anywhere. The Unsub still had the parents, they couldn’t report the kids missing, they might not even know their kids are dead.

Prentiss continued, ‘Hotel manager says the Giles family were a family of four staying one night. Mom, dad and two boys, one around 15, one around 12 with crutches. Garcia got the 411 on them, the Giles are originally from Minneapolis, she can confirm the boys and the father have type one Brittle Bone Disease. Garcia is searching for their car as we speak. We also have moved our base of operations to the inn and called in State troopers to meet us and the sheriff there. We need to give the profile as soon as possible; we’re dealing with a family annihilator.’

-------

Next Chapter

Note: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this and that you like Avery and Dr Boland, we'll be seeing them and a few other OCs a fair bit in this story. If you love it, or even just like it, please leave a comment and/or like, it is much appreciated and it really motivates me.

TWs:

Ablesim: this is the big one. Unsub is targeting physically disabled people and it is suggested that these murders could be hate crimes. It is not explored why the unsub has this view point in this chapter but it doesn't really matter. It's never justifiable at all to hate like that. unsub is horrible and delusional. Be warned for ick factor.

Child death: sadly the victims are kids.

Violence, gore, crime scene depiction: these all go together, I don't think I'm too graphic, but Agent Matthews goes to the crimes scene and she replays the events in her head. it's a brief depiction of how the children were murdered.

Kidnapping: there is a scene with our unsub who is currently with the kids' parents, who have been kidnapped. He threatens them and is just generally creepy.

#oc #OC Grace Matthews #BAU #criminal minds #mentor spencer #big brother spencer #spencer gets a happy ending #the protege #the protege chapter 4 #fanfic #my fic #criminal minds case #spencer reid

9 notes · View notes

achillessleepy · 2 years ago

Text

My favourite team members. In order of favourite to idk, I don't hate anyone on this list it's just my opinion.

Aaron Hotchner

Penelope Garcia

Jennifer Jareau

Derek Morgan

Jason Gideon

Elle Greenaway

Kate Callahan

Spencer Reid

Alex Blake

Luke Alvez

Tara Lewis

Emily Prentiss

Matthew Simmons

David Rossi

Ashley Seaver

Idk how this list will go down, just keep in mind I don't hate any of these characters. I just have clear favorites. 7-14 btw was a struggle, I couldn't decide who went where, i mean i swapped alex and spencer 100 times. I haven't rewatched season 12 up since I watched them for the first time. Which would be when the seasons came out. I've only rewatched up to hotchs last episodes. So obviously matt and luke are rated off memories off their seasons.

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #derek morgan #jason gideon #spencer reid #david rossi #elle greenaway #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #ashley seaver #kate callahan #alex blake #tara lewis #matthew simmons #luke alvez

3 notes · View notes

nogmagazine · 2 years ago

Text

Criminal Minds Evolution Season 1 Episode 4 Spoilers And How To Watch?

Criminal Minds Evolution Season 1 Episode 4 : Before it was cancelled in early 2020, the first 15 seasons of CBS’s Criminal Minds were shown. The game has changed for our favourite profilers as a result. Spencer Reid (Matthew Gray Gubler) and Matt Simmons have left the programme, however Emily Prentiss (Paget Brewster), Jennifer “JJ” Jareau (AJ Cook), David Rossi (Joe Mantegna), Luke Alvez (Adam…

View On WordPress

0 notes

myrxellabaratheon · 2 years ago

Text

I just realized I never commented the results on this 😂

I see the 39% of the people who voted miss Reid, me too, people, me too. Now, I’ll drop my theory/reason why each person is in the poll and then explain who I think it was.

I don’t think it’s someone we don’t know yet or about whom the writers didn’t think about while writing it. If it was a new character, they would have shown them to us to try to understand who the hell is this person. On the other hand, there only ONE storyline (the nomad families kidnapping young girls and killing their families to have them married to their firstborns) the writers never closed in 16 season, all of the other “long storylines” which connected seasons even apart from each other were thoroughly thought and I don’t think they just went random there.

As for someone else, it might be the Director or Rebecca, but they’d been really close to someone new so I don’t really know… it just doesn’t give me that kind of vibe. (And if I have to bet my money on one of them, it’ll probably be Rebecca for angst purpose). The deputy director is a theory I read on TV time which I’m not ruling out (it wouldn’t be the first time the death of someone is staged on this series) but I don’t really think will work in the long run.

Then we arrive to the magic trio and I’ll try not to be biased by my love for Reid. Spencer is the one who’s Elias can be consider a “dark counterpart”. Which would make him the person Elias would talk to, especially if he knows something he thinks the FBI wants to keep secret. But the entire scene looked more like some thing ordered by someone high up in the ladder of power and Reid just isn’t that person. Not because he can’t, but because he doesn’t and never showed interest in being it. So, yeah, I want him back, and I think he will be back, but I don’t think it’s him.

Hotch on the other hand would make the perfect political high rank character behind Gold Star. There is only one “real life” problem which is the fact that Thomas Gibson has been fired back in season 12 (was it 12? I think it was) BUT Matthew posted a pic of him and Thomas together around the beginning of CM: Evolution shooting with a caption which hinted at the series so… Hope is the last to die and Hotch would make very much sense.

Simmons (who’s the person I think will be, if anyone) worked undercover for a long time and maybe what he was doing during this season was an undercover mission. He’s also a very good agent who could have climbed up the ranks and/or have known the secrets of the FBI.

8 notes · View notes

may-b-a-u-shewritestoo · 3 years ago

Text

So honestly i’m so happy people liked Addiction, i feel like i haven’t written in forever so I’m glad it was ok!

I want to do a little mini series type thing based off of songs, it’s fun! Let’s get back into the SWING of things bby!

Message me with any Criminal Minds, MGG, Or MGG characters, with a song and I’ll see what I can come up with!

✨🤍✨🤍✨🤍

10 notes · View notes

sassycassi · 5 years ago

Text

underrated criminal minds friendships- (3/?)

》spencer reid & matt simmons《

221 notes · View notes

souless-starr · 3 years ago

Text

intro;

hey there! my names starlett and this is my blog thingy majig. i really wanted to start writing for my fave characters so i guess this is my introduction <3

these are the shows [and characters] that i’m writing for as of now, this list will probably change the more shows i watch.

harry potter;

marauders era

- james potter

- remus lupin

- sirius black

- lily evans

- marlene mckinnon

- regulus black

- bellatrix black

- narcissa black

golden era

- ron weasley

- harry potter

- hermione granger

- blaise zabini

- draco malfoy

- neville longbottom

- fred weasley

- george weasley

- ginny weasley

criminal minds;

- spencer reid

- emily prentiss

- elle greenway

- lucas alvez

- matthew simmons

- aaron hotchner

- jennifer jareau

- cat adams

- penelope garcia

marvel;

- wanda maximoff

- carol danvers

- natasha romanoff

- yelena belova

- pietro maximoff

- tony stark

- bucky barnes

- steve rogers

- valkyre

- maria hill

- monica rambeau

- thor odinson

- loki odinson

- kate bishop

- xu xialing

____________

that concludes the list of characters i’ll be writing for as of now. now onto some of the things i will and will not write.

I will not write:

-rape

-anything with bodily fluids [this excludes blood, spit and cum]

-real person smut, i don’t feel comfy writing it but angst and fluff prompts are welcome

aside from these anything else is welcome. however, i’m well within my right to not right a request if i’m not comfortable with it.

that’s all for now, i’m really excited to start writing. my requests are open so if you wanna send a fic, hc, blurb or one shot, feel free! [english is not my first language so my apologies if i mess up with words and grammar]

peace and love, star ✩

#fanfiction #fanfic writer #marauders #james potter #remus lupin #sirius black #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #james potter x reader #remus lupin x reader #sirius black x female reader #harry potter #ron weasly imagine #draco malfoy x reader #lily evans #emily prentiss #wanda maximoff #starlett.writes

29 notes · View notes

sunshinefox35 · 3 years ago

Text

𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮

Hello guys welcome to my blog! My name is Lilith and I’m non- binary. My first language isn't English but I'll try my best !

My request are open until said otherwise. Like everyone else I do have some rules. You will find them listed after the list of fandoms I'm willing to write for.

18+ Divider from @galacticgraffiti

Dividers from @cottage-writings

FEMALES (mtf or anyone that identifies as female) DNI, you guys have enough content out there!

Masterlist

~Fandoms I write for~

VIDEO GAMES

COD (Task force 141)

(I haven't played all the games so a lot of them, if not all of them are going to be very ooc)

König

Soap

Ghost

Price

Alejandro

Gaz

Graves

Assassins Creed Syndicate

Evie Frye

Jason Frye

Maxwell Roth

Ned Wynert

Lucy Thorne

Lydia Frye

Detroit become Human

Connor

Conrad (RK 900)

Kara

Markus

Chloe

Gavin Reed

Elijah Kamski

Alice (PLATONIC ONLY!)

Hank Anderson (No smut)

Rupert (Pigeon boy)

Ralph ( you meet him in the abandoned house)

Jerry (EM400 in the amusement park)

Luther

Simon

Richard Perkins (FBI Agent)

Series/ Movies

Peaky Blinders

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Finn Shelby (Older version, younger version only platonic)

Ada Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Micheal Gray

I won't be writing for Polly Gray, I don't feel comfortable writing for her, after Helen McCrory's death.

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jareau

Penelope Garcia

David Rossi

Elle Greenaway

Matthew Simmons

Luke Alvez

William LaMontagne Jr.

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Tyler Galpin

Ajax Petropolus

Bianca Barclay

Enid Sinclair

Heartstopper

Nick Nelson

Charlie Spring

Darcy Olsson

Tara Jones

Elle Argent

Toa Xu

Harry Greene

Squid Game

Hwang Jun ho

Seeing Gi- Hun

Kang Saebyeok

Ji-yeong

Front Man

How to get away with Murder

Connor Walsh

Oliver Hampton

Wes Gibbins

Laurel Castillo

Bands

Stray Kids

I.N

Felix

Hyunjin

Changbin

Bang Chan

Seugmin

Lee Know

Han

~Rules~

I will not write:

Nsfw (at the moment)

I will absolutely not write about topics like suicide, abuse or similar topics!

For female readers, you guys have enough out there !

I will write:

xreader (m,gn,ftm)

lgbtq+ couple/ships

platonic relationships. (best friend, brother, parent)

Ocs (mine or yours)

Sidenote :

Make sure you write every detail you want into the request! Please be respectful and kind to others. This is a safe place for anyone! If you want to talk you can always write me, I love making new friends!

35 notes · View notes

winterscaptain · 4 years ago

Text

roots.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader a joyful future fic

a/n: another one from 2026! aaron retires from federal service this year, at 57.

words: 2.4k warnings: kids!, missing haley hotchner hours, language

summary: “Every day the increasing weight of years admonishes me more and more, that the shade of retirement is as necessary to me as it will be welcome.” ― George Washington, Farewell Address. au!october 2026

masterlist | a joyful future masterlist | ajf faq | requests closed!

SSA Mallory Kagan asks you to outline your career with the FBI - purposefully using your first name instead of using your title. It keeps the students guessing and paying attention.

Plus, the payoff when they figure out who you are is the best part of the whole lecture.

“My career at the FBI is more like a big tree than a path or a journey.”

You look out over the classroom - blue shirts abound - and take a deep breath to center yourself.

You’re used to giving this lecture with Aaron, but this is your first fall without him, which also means that this is the first academy class who won’t know him in person.

They’ll only hear tell of the legend SSA Aaron Hotchner was stabbed nine times, lost his wife to a serial killer, and kept going. You know they’ll hear stories about his severity, his general lack of sunniness, hear rumors about the way he laughs with his children, his wife, and nobody else.

You know the older agents tell stories about you, too. They say you ‘tamed’ Hotch, made him a little nicer. They might even say they’ve seen him smile at you, or they’ve seen you give him hell in public.

Aaron Hotchner is practically a myth, now, only supported by your reputation, tall tales from academy classes of yesteryear, and his own legacy.

That retired bastard currently sits in your house with your kids, right on his fine behind, very likely falling into boredom-addled insanity.

“Everything that I am - a parent, a wife, a friend, and an agent - is because of my work with the Behavioral Analysis Unit over the past nineteen years. My unit is my family, and I can’t get rid of them. Just like our own families, we love to hate each other.”

The room laughs, and you know you have them hooked.

“Jokes aside, I would encourage you to get to know your colleagues. Each relationship I built within my unit put a root into the ground, made the proverbial tree stronger - to extend the metaphor. I work with very few of the same people I started with, but I feel as steady and supported as I did back when they called us ‘The Elite Eight.’”

You chuckle a little, clicking through your introductory slide to showcase a photo of the BAU in 2012. You point to each of them as you speak.

“SSA Emily Prentiss, current unit chief of the Behavior Analysis unit and former head of the Interpol London office, responsible for taking down one of the most prolific international arms dealers in modern history.”

The room is quiet, a little awestruck, so you add, “She’s a bit of a big deal.”

They laugh.

“SSA Derek Morgan - you’ll probably hear stories about how he survived the Boston bombing with SSA Gideon in 2005, but don’t worry. He wasn’t there. He was with his momma in Chicago, celebrating her birthday.”

Another laugh.

You’ve honed this routine over the last five years, knowing what to add, when to pause, what to cut if the students lose interest.

“That said, SSA Morgan is one of the best profilers I’ve had the pleasure of working with. Today, he’s a consultant for DC Metro SWAT and is otherwise retired.”

Continuing down the line, “SSA Jennifer Jareau - JJ. Former communications liaison for the BAU, State Department, and DoD. She currently serves with the BAU as a profiler. If any of you are interested in PR or media relations, find an opportunity to speak with her about her experience. Her husband, Will, is a detective with the DC Metro Police and has plenty of stories of his own.”

A student raises a hand, and you give her the go-ahead.

“Sorry for interrupting -“

You stop her. “You didn’t interrupt. You raised your hand. Don’t apologize for taking up space.”

She smiles a little. “Okay. Um, I’m curious. How many people in your unit are married and/or have children? My understanding is that the work-life balance can be difficult in heavy-travel positions like the BAU.”

“It can absolutely be a challenge.” You look back at the photo. “In the course of my career, six of my colleagues have been or were already married and all of them went on to have children.”

“And you?”

You laugh a little, forgetting you’re alone up here. “Right.”

The class laughs, and you point yourself out on the slide.

“I still had my maiden name when this photo was taken, but now I share five children and a last name with SSA Aaron Hotchner.” You throw your thumb at Aaron’s likeness on the screen again for good measure.

You check in with SSA Kagan to make sure you can share everything you usually do with Aaron present - your marriage was often the punchline of your lectures, letting you toe the line of humor a little farther than you normally would.

She nods, a little smile on her face.

“While I wouldn’t necessarily recommend dating your unit chief or marrying your section chief -“ you pause, holding your hands up in surrender to the echo of laughter “- even if they are the same person - you can certainly find the best people without looking too hard.”

Hands shoot up into the air, but that always happens. It’s around this time people start asking the good questions. The people from their course materials and the people in front of them start to link together.

They also figure out that you’re Agent Hotchner. That Agent Hotchner - the one married to the Agent Hotchner.

You look out over the crowd again. “I know you have lots of questions, and I’m happy to confirm or deny any rumors about myself or my family, but,” you pause for dramatic effect. “Hold them for now - you’ll want to know the players before you ask the questions.”

Hands drop, but pens start moving. You continue down the line, skipping over Aaron.

“SSA David Rossi, a founding member of the BAU in the late 1980’s. He worked closely with SSA Jason Gideon, developing a database that we use to this day - one that outlines signatures, modus operandi, and victimology of modern serial killers. SSA Rossi is also well-known for his books - ten of them, in fact, that cover what we do in a kind of…��

You search for a word.

“Conversational format. He retired a couple of years ago, and is a full-time grandpa to all 16 of the BAU offspring.”

A few scattered chuckles pass through the room.

“And then we have Dr. Spencer Reid - I could enumerate his degrees, but we don’t have that kind of time. He’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, and remains an asset to the BAU in the field today.”

You click to another slide - a photo of all of you taken a few weeks ago.

“SSA Matthew Simmons - retired from the United States Army and former member of the FBI International Response Team, or IRT. He’s been with the BAU for ten years now. Like Dr. Reid and SSA Prentiss, he knows multiple languages - which comes in handy.” You look out and raise your eyebrows. “I hope all of you did well in your Spanish classes in high school - you might need it.”

Another laugh.

“SSA Luke Alvez and Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia are another pair that come from, shall we say, nontraditional backgrounds. While Garcia is no longer with the BAU, SSA Alvez is also celebrating his tenth year with us this fall.”

A student raises his hand, and you call on him.

“Isn’t Penelope Garcia the hacker known as The Black Queen? I learned about her work when I was at MIT.”

You snort. “Nice way to slip in you went to MIT, there, bud.” You pause, waiting for the ruckus to die down as the student in question turns bright red. “But yes. Her experience was invaluable to our team. Just to keep up, we stole an analyst from the NSA to replace her - nobody else could cut the mustard.”

You look back, stepping forward and pacing as you speak.”And finally, Dr. Tara Lewis. Formerly working in the FBI Counsel’s office as a forensic psychologist, she joined our team on cases where specific pathologies were in play before becoming a full-fledged member of our team.

“So, as you can see, there are so many varied qualities we look for in profilers, and your own path will be informed by the skills you develop, your temperament, and your dedication to the work itself. There’s no right way to be an agent, and when you leave the academy in five weeks, the whole world of the bureau will be open to you.”

Clicking back to your introductory slide, you turn to the front of the classroom. “I know all my colleagues well enough to take any questions you may have about their careers and paths through the bureau. For any questions I can’t answer, I am happy to direct you to them with the understanding they may not get back to you due to our caseload. I’ll take your questions now.”

Hands shoot up into the air, and you specifically call on the student in the back - the one you know has a question about Aaron.

“So, when you say SSA Aaron Hotchner, you mean the same one that worked the Boston Reaper case for ten years?”

SSA Kagan checks in with you, ready to shut him down, but you call her off.

“That’s right. SSAs Jareau, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, Dr. Reid, Miss Garcia, and I worked that case in its final year as well.”

“I have a follow-up if that’s okay.”

You tacitly give him leave to continue.

“How do you handle cases that get that… close? I know there were considerable...” He searches for the right word. “...challenges. How did you guys deal with that?”

Good question.

Returning to the podium, you lean heavily against it, lacing your fingers in front of you. “You’ve all read the Reaper case file, yes? It’s still included in the MCRT training courses?”

There are nods around the room, but you check in with Kagan anyway.

“The declassified version is covered,” She says. “They’re familiar with the full scope of the case.”

“Okay. So, as you all know…”

You remind them what happened, from 1998 to 2009, finally landing where the students want you. “And on November 23rd, 2009, Haley Reneé Hotchner was George Foyet’s 40th and final victim. She was thirty-nine years old. And she was my friend.”

The room is dead silent, all eyes on you, somber and attentive.

“The case was personal. It became personal because Foyet forced our hands. He attacked Agent Hotchner in his home and then targeted his family. So, the question is, how do we deal with that? Right?”

Even Kagan’s watching you closely. It’s the first time you’ve covered this case without the rest of your team. In your joint lectures with Aaron, the case is off-limits for questions. She’s never heard you tell the story in your own words.

You take a breath. “And the answer is… you don’t.”

There are some confused faces, so you elaborate. “There isn’t anything you can do to push the case away from you - that’s how people get hurt. In the meantime, you make adjustments. Agent Hotchner placed Agent Morgan in an interim unit chief position until the case was over, for the sake of his health and sanity. We chased down every lead, understanding that the faster we caught Foyet, the faster Haley and Jack, Agent Hotchner’s son, could come home.”

A young woman in front tentatively raises a hand, and you open a hand to her. “Yes?”

“What happened, you know, after?”

“We moved on as best we could. Going back to my original point -”

You leave the podium and take your place in the center of the floor again.

“- the trust you have in the people you work with can carry you through a great many things. And not all of you will see horror every day - but some of you will.”

You pause for a moment, hoping this is the part that really sinks in for them.

“Always have something to come home to. Always have something or someone that brings you peace, that can take you away from the work.”

+++

You set your things down and walk through the door, immediately accosted by two almost-eight-year-olds and their over-eager little brother.

“Momma!”

You haul Elliot onto your hip and kiss Sophia’s head as Caroline burrows into your side. “Hi, darlings! Did you already have dinner?”

Sophia moves to answer, but Aaron’s voice shoots around the corner. “Yes!”

With a smile, you seek him out, dragging the girls along with you. Lo and behold, Aaron’s at the sink, washing dishes. Isaac’s supervising - sitting on the counter, swinging his feet.

Aaron gets a kiss on the cheek from you as you pass and he turns over his shoulder, chasing you until you peck him on the lips, Elliot squished between you. Your son squirms, and you set him on the ground to chase after his sisters. Isaac hops off the counter likely off to investigate the happenings before retreating to his room for the rest of the evening.

For once, you’re left alone.

“How was your lecture?”

Your arms free, you wrap around him and rest your full weight against his chest as he backs himself into the counter. “Went well. Missed you, though.”

The corner of his mouth tips up. “Did they ask about Foyet?”

“Mhmm. It was a good segue into trusting your team and building each other up, knowing when to step back, etcetera.”

He nods. “Good way to bring it back around. How’s Kagan?”

“She’s good, loving it, as always.”

“Think she’s ever gonna retire?” He asks, tucking into your neck.

You laugh as he presses kisses to the underside of your jaw. “Probably not.”

Aaron leans back to look at you, bringing his hand to your face to brush over your cheekbone. “Are you ever gonna retire?”

“Probably not.”

“What if,” he says, his hands slipping into your back pockets, “you retired in…” He does the math in his head. “Thirteen-ish years and I make it worth your while.”

“Oh yeah? Worth my while? And you’ll be, what, a hundred years old?”

His eyes roll so hard you’re sure he could see his own brain. You pull him down for a kiss, but it doesn’t stop him from mumbling, “Give me a fuckin’ break,” against your mouth.

“Never.”

+++

tagging: @writefasttalkevenfaster @quillvine @stxrrywildflower @hurricanejjareau @ughitsbaby @rousethemouse @criminalsmarts @genevievedarcygranger @ssaic-jareau @hotchsflower @hotchslatte @risenfox @mrs-dr-reid @mrs-marcus-moreno @pan-pride-12 @sunshine-em @jdougl-love @dreila03 @forgottenword @aaronhotchnerr @ssa-morgan @tegggeeee @abschaffer2 @ssacandice-ray @ellyhotchner @lotties-journey-abroad @mrs-joel-pimentel-23-25 @mooneylupinblack @ssareidbby @qvid-pro-qvo @mandylove1000 @jeor @wakatoshislover @word-scribbless @bwbatta @capricorngf @missdowntonabbey @averyhotchner @joanofarkansass @popped-weasels @evee87 @nuvoleincielo @ssahotchnerr @this-broken-band-girl @winqhster @reidtomestyles @hotch-meeeeeuppppp @the-falling-in-the-danger @softbibxtch @iconicc @mangoberry43 @andreasworlsboring101 @kerrswriting @mac99martin @itsalwaysb33nyou @baumarvel @messyhairday-me @ssworldofsw @deagibs @crazyshannonigans @moonshinerbynight @jhiddles03 @teamhappyme @mendesmelodies @starsandasteroids @unicorn-bitch @ambicaos @itsmytimetoodream @pinkdiamond1016

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #tali talks cm #tali writes fanfiction #a joyful future #a joyful future fanfic

287 notes · View notes

the-multifan-writer · 3 years ago

Text

Master list

All my works is 18+ minors do not interact

Please do not copy my work or translate it

Do however please repost, like, and comment if you like my work it's very appreciated

Harry potter

Draco

Please TW: Use of vulgar words and out door sex and unprotected sex and light choking

Harry

none

Ron

none

Hermione

More Than A Friend TW: lesbian sex, drinking, pet names, slowish burn (?), dildo, fingering, oral (both receiving)

Luna

None

Theodore

none

Blaise

none

Pansy

none

Neville

none

Marauders era

James

none

Remus

none

Sirius

none

All three of them

Marauders threesome TW: Use of vulgar words

Lily

None

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

colleagues to lovers

Derek Morgan

Phone sex part 1 part 2

Aaron Hotchner

my DILF Warning: Cursing, pet names, rough sex,

Luke Alvez

None

Matthew Simmons

None

Emily Prentiss

None

Jennifer Jaeau

only a girl part 1

Tara Lewis

None

Penelope Garcia

None

Seven deadly sins

Meliodas

royal sins

Bones

Booth

bone in boner Tw: GUN PLAY, NONCON, OVERSTIMULATION, ORAL, FINGERING, NIPPLE PLAY safe word is in place and all acts are consensual

Zach addy

first times TW: zack being shy at first,oral (female receiving), riding, hair pulling, bitting, hickeys

11 notes · View notes

g0ldengubler · 4 years ago

Text

positions~spencer x luke x oc

(*i do not own any of the gifs in this post*)

Summary: Clover Kingsley has been with the BAU for a couple of years now. Along the way, she became friends with the genius Dr.Spencer Reid and the charming Luke Alvez. From that first day on, the three have stuck by each other like glue. SSA David Rossi decides to throw a party on Halloween night to celebrate not having a case on the spooky night for once in many years. The team get dressed up in their spooky best and dance the night away. But when the three decide to ditch halfway in to get more drunk than the others, they find themselves the next morning in the same bed, and their lives changed forever

SCW: threesomes, toys, teasing, edging, spanking, slapping, squirting, choking, daddy kink, degradation, praise kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, masturbation

CW: polyamorous relationships, alcohol, guns, (more will be added)

Category: fan fiction

prologue | chapter 1

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Disclaimers

This fic is based on seasons 13-15 of Criminal Minds. Most of the cases and all the characters other than Clover belong to CBS. I do not own any of that other than Clover because she's an OC. This takes place in seasons 13-15. You can picture that Reid if you want, but there's no specific season look so picture whatever Reid you want :)

If any of the topics listed above make you uncomfortable, please do not continue

This is NOT a bdsm story. This story includes kinks that either i'm into personally or what I like to read in other fics / one shots / imagines/ etc.

Everything in this story is consensual

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Cast

Alexandra Daddario as Clover Kingsley

Matthew Gray Gubler as Dr.Spencer Reid

Adam Rodriguez as Luke Alvez

Paget Brewster as Emily Prentiss

A.J. Cook as Jennifer Jareau

Joe Mantegna as David Rossi

Daniel Henney as Matt Simmons

Aisha Tyler as Dr.Tara Lewis

Kirsten Vangsness as Penelope Garcia

96 notes · View notes

murderymystercm · 4 years ago

Text

Hi, this is going to be a list of characters that will be able to be played, as well as the host (my character) and the first victim (npc). So, without further ado. Just send an ask or dm with who you want. I'll update the list.

Penelope Garcia (host)

David Rossi (@toomuch-fangirl )

Dr. Spencer Reid (@starsandsupernovae )

Stephen Walker (@veraiconcos )

Jennifer Jareau (@criminalminds-and-cookies )

Derek Morgan (@fellintotartarus )

Aaron Hotchner (@guilty-gay )

Emily Prentiss (@anepiphany )

Elle Greenaway (@thematthewgraygube )

Luke Alvez (@hellotamgerine )

Dr. Tara Lewis (@teyamarra )

Matthew Simmons (@thestrawberrygirl )

Alex Blake (@yesimaunicorn )

Kate Callahan (@m-n-m )

Jason Gideon (victim)

23 notes · View notes

redthreadoffate · 5 years ago

Text

mashed potatoes [matt simmons]

ship: matt simmons x reid!reader

warnings: daddy!kink, no smut; edited twice so mistakes here and there

notes: just a heads up, this is an au wherein matt is not married and the reid family is one big happy family.

summary: ”daddy, can you pass the mashed potatoes please?” i saw a prompt like this somewhere a long long time ago

Matt Simmons was a nervous wreck.

It would be his first time meeting your parents and he wanted to make a good first impression. Although, it wasn’t that he was planning on leaving any bad impressions. He needed to win their heart just as much as he won yours.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he said.

You giggled as you fixed the dress you were wearing. “Don’t be silly. You’re great. You’ll be a hot shot to my parents.”

Matt sighed. He turned to you and cradled your face. “I just don’t want to mess things up.”

“You won’t,” you assured him. “Dad and Mom will love you.”

“I’m more worried about Spencer, honestly.”

You laughed and placed your hands above his. “He loves you.”

“As a friend and fellow agent!” Matt let go of you and began pacing. “I know he doesn’t like it that I’m dating you. What brother wants their friend to be their little sister’s significant other.”

“There are some. And at least we’re not living together.” You shrugged.

Matt looked at you, a wary smile on his face. “Yet?”

You blinked a few times, taking in that one word that had come out of his mouth. “You want…you want us to…” you trailed off.

“Only if you want to, Y/N. I’m not forcing you. If you don’t want to leave this apartment then that’s fine. I mean, you did buy it. But I can always leave my apartment to be here with you in yours if you’ll allow that.” He stopped talking and raised his hands to calm himself down. “But tonight is not the night to think about that. Tonight, I’m going to impress your parents.”

You smiled and walked towards him, your arms encircling his neck. “You’ll do fine. I’m right behind you, okay?”

“Can’t you be right beside me?” he chuckled.

You smirked. “I can do that.”

Matt pulled you closer to him and kissed you. “God, I love you,” he murmured against your lips. “I hope I don’t lose you today.”

You kissed him. “You won’t.” When you let go, you strutted towards the mirror once more. “Come on, we can’t be late.”

He groaned. “What? No ‘I love you’ back?”

You stuck out your tongue and ran into your room to find your shoes. “I love you, too!” you yelled. “Don’t forget to roll up your sleeves! Mom loves some muscle!”

And now, here you were, standing in front of the Reid residence.

Matt was still fidgeting, squeezing your hand tighter and tighter that you had to let go of his in fear of your own getting numb. He mumbled an apology as he fixed the pink paper and tugged on the silver ribbon that were holding the bouquet of flowers he had bought for Mrs. Reid.

As you would reach for the doorbell, your boyfriend would stop you, stating that he wasn’t ready. You would call him out, saying that you were standing outside the house for five minutes and would be late if you stayed a few minutes more.

Finally, Matt gave a firm nod before ringing the doorbell, surprising both himself and you. “I hope Spencer doesn’t open the door.”

Unfortunately, it was your older brother who answered the door in less than a minute. “Y/N. Simmons. Good to see you. Come in.”

You entered the home, but not before Matt could mouth ‘Simmons’ to you. You rolled your eyes and dismissed him, but knowing all too well that Spencer only called Matt using his last name when you were with him.

“It’s Matt tonight, Spencer,” you asserted. “It’s a family dinner, not a crime scene.”

Matt couldn’t help but smile as you instructed your brother what to call him.

Spencer turned back to eye the boyfriend before nodding. “Yes, of course. Please forgive me, Matt.”

“It’s not a problem,” Matt replied, his smile never leaving his face. ‘So she got him to call me Matt even while with her, not that big of a deal but it’s definitely something…for now,’ he thought to himself. You reached the dining room and saw Spencer and your parents, William and Diana. He could feel his heart race but he made sure to keep the cool and confident facade up. ‘You got this, Matt. You got this.’

“Hey, Mom, Dad,” you greeted. You skipped over to your mother and gave a cheek a kiss, then pivoted to give your father a hug. “Daddy.”

“Hiya, darling,” he said as you hugged him tighter, “how are you?”

“I’m good,” you chirped. “I’d like you to meet Matt.” You walked back to Matt and held onto his hand. “Mom, Dad, this is Matt Simmons.”

Matt bowed a little. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You tugged on his hand a little. He took this as a cue to give your mother the flowers he got her. “For you, Mrs. Reid.”

Diana smiled. “Oh thank you, Matt. But please, call me Diana.”

“Diana,” Matt repeated. He then walked over to William, who was now standing and holding out his hand. “Mr. Reid.”

“It’s William, Matthew. And my,” he took Matt in, “you are not what I expected.”

“I’m sorry, sir?” Matt was confused.

“Spencer talked about you earlier, and he said you were–”

Spencer suddenly coughed loudly and everyone turned to him. “Shall we eat? I’m starving.”

William laughed and shook his head. “It’s William, my boy,” he repeated for him, “just call me William. None of that, ‘sir sir’. Psh, I’m not that old.” He chuckled. Matt did the same before William instructed Matt to sit beside him.

The rectangular table was set like this: William at the head of the table, Diana on his left and Spencer beside her, while Matt on his right and you beside him. It seemed like a safe and harmless order until…

“Daddy, can you pass the mashed potatoes please?” you requested.

Both William and Matt reached for the bowl in front of them. William looked at the younger man while Matt began to blush profusely. Diana shifted her eyes from her husband to your boyfriend. Your eyes widened while Spencer watched his sister and Matt intently.

“Thank you, boy,” was all William said as he let go of the bowl. “Y/N, it was much closer to Matthew.”

“Yes, yes of course,” you agreed quickly. “Yes, sorry, Dad–Dad. Sorry.”

Diana chuckled. “You have some sort of reflex, don’t you, Matt?”

Matt laughed nervously, his hand still on the bowl of mashed potatoes. “Yeah, anything for Y/N.” He came to his senses and handed you the bowl. “Here you go, prin–Y/N. Here you go.” He sighed.

You slowly reached for the bowl and placed two scoops before handing it back to him. As he positioned the bowl on the table, you murmured a thank you.

Spencer went back to eating but he hadn’t said a word.

After hours of getting to know each other in the living room with some wine in hand, you decided it was time to go. Matt whined and declared that he was having a good time with your parents. Spencer suggested that he speak to you for awhile as Matt and your parents spend a few more minutes together.

You went with your brother to the foyer. “What’s up?” you asked, standing on your toes and then placing your feet back firmly on the ground.

“Do you and Matt have some sort of roleplaying thing going on?”

You blushed. “I…I well….um…what’s it’s to you?”

Spencer shrugged. “I’m just curious.”

You began to stammer. “It’s–it’s none of your…bus-business b-but y-ye-yeah, we roleplay from time to…time.”

“Time to time?”

“It’s sort of like our term of endearment,” you finally said in a straight tone. “Why are you so curious?”

“I’ve studied that Daddy/sub phenomenon. I haven’t got much on it yet but maybe I can ask you some questions one day.”

Your face became ever more red. “Spencer!”

“What?” He looked at her innocently.

You rolled your eyes. “Matt and I should get going.”

He nodded in understanding.

You two entered the living room once again with you interrupting their heart-to-heart by calling Matt. Matt reluctantly said goodbye to your parents and thanked them for having him over. William told him that he was welcome anytime. You also noticed that as Diana bid Matt goodbye, she not-so-subtly touched his arms.

When you were done bidding farewell to your parents, you and Matt got in their car and drove off to your apartment.

“What did you and Spencer talk about?” he asked.

“Nothing much,” you answered.

“Your face was flushed when you came back.”

You hummed. “Sorry about earlier.”

“Huh?” Matt paused. “Oh. Who were you pertaining to anyway?”

You smirked. “You will never know.”

Matt laughed. “You slipped, didn’t you?”

“I did not!”

He laughed harder. “And Spencer knew that we have this kink going on. That’s what he talked to you about earlier, right?”

You pouted and crossed your arms in front of you. “Looks like you’re not getting your prize tonight for being such a good boy.”

He scoffed. “You can’t resist me.”

“Can you prove that?” you challenged.

“Oh hell yes, I can.”

You reached the parking lot of the condominium and Matt switched off the engine. He turned to face you and you did the same for him. He cupped your face with his hands and placed a soft, gentle kiss on your lips.

“I can resist that.”

Matt smirked. “That’s not all I have, princess.”

#matt simmons x reader #matt simmons x y/n #matt simmons x you #matt simmons fanfiction #matt simmons imagines #matt simmons imagine #daniel henney x reader #daniel henney x y/n #daniel henney x you #daniel henney fanfiction #daniel henney imagines #daniel henney imagine #misc: cherish writes

57 notes · View notes

pagetgram · 4 years ago

Photo

Getting To Know The Cast Of Criminal Minds

As Criminal Minds rolls out its 15th and final season, the beloved cast gathers to discuss serial killers (what else?), special guest stars, and their millions of phenomenal fans in this exclusive interview. (x,x)

By David Hochman

The scene is quintessential Hollywood: a train station at dusk. Steam billowing up from the tracks. Loved ones bracing for their emotional farewells. What could be more fitting for the cast of Criminal Minds?

Chugging into its 15th and final season after more than 300 episodes, the police procedural is among the 10 longest-running dramas of all time, and in the top 20 for longest-running scripted television shows. "This is Gunsmoke and Guinness Book territory," says Matthew Gray Gubler, who has played quirky FBI brainiac Dr. Spencer Reid since episode 1.

To honor the landmark occasion, all eight series regulars are gathered at a railway museum in L.A.'s Griffith Park for photos, poignant reflections, and a few behind-the-scenes confessions (mostly involving a tradition called "hot tub wine machine"—stay tuned).

On TV, the tenacious profilers of the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit—or simply "BAU" to fans—are a hard-bitten bunch, tracking down serial killers and other vicious "unsubs." But in person, clearly good friends across the board and decked out today in their spiffiest finery, the cast can scarcely hold back tears as they get candid about their extended journey together and what it means to come to the end—sniff, sniff—of Criminal Minds.

Originally published in Watch! Magazine, July-August 2019.

Judging from the misty eyes and group hugs, it looks like the series wrap-up is generating "all the feels," as they say. Are you able to get through scenes this season without a tissue break?

Joe Mantegna (Senior Supervisory Special Agent David Rossi, Seasons 3-present): This is my 50th year in show business, and next to voicing on The Simpsons, Rossi is my longest-running role. I came in with dark hair and now it's gray. I arrived without much of a game plan, and the show and character are now a deep part of who I am. This cast is a true family for me. So every episode this year has an added bittersweet layer. When the director announces, "This is the last profile scene" or "This is our last scene on the jet," you look around with a real sense of passing. It's monumental.

Kirsten Vangsness (BAU Technical Analyst and Media Liaison Penelope Garcia, Seasons 1-present): The term that keeps coming up is "ambiguous loss"—that feeling of losing something you love, and that everything's about to change. In this case it's not a person, thank goodness. But still, in the middle of a scene, it hits you. But you can't cry; you have all this makeup on. Plus, what are you crying for? It's been such an incredible experience. I will have done every single episode except episode 5, every episode of the first spinoff, and two episodes of the second spinoff. I love these people. No, sir. I'm not crying. You're crying. [Editor's note: She's crying.]

Paget Brewster (Supervisory Special Agent and BAU Unit Chief Emily Prentiss, Seasons 2-7, 9, 11-present): Um, I'm in complete denial, so I'll break down into tears the week after we end, but not before. I'm pretending this show's never, ever going to end.

Without spoiling anything, what can you say about Season 15?

A.J. Cook (Supervisory Special Agent Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Seasons 1-present): Well, I can tell you that we will find out what happens now that JJ has expressed her true feelings for Dr. Reid.

Matthew Gray Gubler (Supervisory Special Agent Dr. Spencer Reid, Seasons 1-present): Don't you mean "Jeid?" That's what the internet is calling us. Hey, I'm not spoiling anything. I mean, don't rule out, uh, "Jemily" or "Jarcia" this season, either!

Adam Rodriguez (Supervisory Special Agent Luke Alvez, Seasons 12-present): And we do have guest stars. We love guest stars! [Editor's note: Among others, watch for Jane Lynch to return as Reid's schizophrenic mother, and for Rachael Leigh Cook as a potential new love interest for Reid.]

Daniel Henney (Supervisory Special Agent Matt Simmons, Seasons 10, 12-present): Overall, I'd say 15 has more of an arc through the episodes than previous seasons. Our unsub, Chameleon, is played by Michael Mosley, and he's definitely into some gruesome, creepy stuff.

Brewster: Like, we have a scene where a bunch of body parts are hanging from a tree. Our prop guy, who's a professional fisherman in real life, was on top of a 15-foot ladder with a foot and an ear hanging off his fishing pole.

Aisha Tyler (Special Agent Dr. Tara Lewis and forensic psychologist, Seasons 11-present): And people wonder why my house in L.A. is like a fortress and I'm armed! I'd say it's a direct result of Criminal Minds. This show is definitely dark. I'm not going around profiling sociopaths and serial killers, but, yeah, being on Criminal Minds, you become more perceptive about people's bad behavior.

Anybody else find it hard letting go in real life after chasing serial killers at work all day?

Cook: I'm blessed with a good shut-off switch. Once the day's done, I can block everything out. But as soon as I became a mom, something shifted where the naive girl from Canada got the boot and mama bear arrived. We saw that happen with JJ on the show, too. When she became a mom, it was suddenly like, "Whoa, watch out for that guy in the park!"

Henney: I'll tell you a story. About two months ago, I'm at home sleeping and a burglar alarm goes off, and I literally switched into Simmons mode. All the training I'd done with the FBI guys and our tech advisers instantly came into play. I threw on black sweatpants. I was creeping around the perimeter of my house, FBI-style. I clocked all my points of ingress and egress. When you do so many episodes, basic instincts kick in.

Did you identify the unsub?

Henney: Nobody was there! It was a stupid, faulty window sensor.

Brewster: The show definitely sharpens your reactions to your surroundings. When you start the show, you have access to the FBI training manual, which, frankly, no civilian should ever see because the photographs are so grisly. You end up going through a period of hypervigilance where you can't go into a sandwich shop or airport without thinking, Uh-oh! I think that couple's going to end up in a domestic dispute tonight.

Group question: What's your standout memory from these many seasons?

Rodriguez: I jumped onto this flying carpet 12 seasons in, and my first scene was out in the middle of the desert, and we shot all night long. There was an old car that was supposed to be in the scene, but it broke down and they ended up rolling it into the shot, which was funny. But more than that, I remember how welcoming people were. I was the new guy, but I felt immediately at home.

Brewster: We watched your family grow, too, Adam. You had a kid. A.J. had two kids. I met my husband on set. We've been lucky enough to live our lives and develop together as people.

Cook: For me, having both my boys appear in the show was an absolute treasure. Mekhai, who's 10, has been doing it way longer than Phoenix, who's 4, and he loves it, though I can't tell if it's the acting or that everybody's giving him cookies and ice cream all the time.

Henney: I was really proud to play Simmons because, as an Asian American actor, you don't often get the chance to play the quintessential American guy's guy. He's married to a Caucasian woman and has mixed-race children—which is true with me, too [Henney is also of mixed descent]—and I loved representing that on television. To have a kissing scene with Kelly, my wife on the show—you weren't seeing that 10 years ago.

Tyler: Directing a couple episodes was an incredible opportunity. But for me, just the experience of seeing this through to the end is so rewarding. I was only supposed to do six episodes. Everything's been gravy since then.

Mantegna: Hands down, my highlight was being able to work in my passion for law enforcement and the military by making my FBI character a former Marine. That allowed me to bring in Meshach Taylor, one of my dearest, oldest friends, as my commanding officer in Vietnam, and directing two of the three episodes that involved him as a character.

That included the episode where his character died, because Meshach had died. To actually bury him on camera as my dear friend—I'm the godfather of his kids, and he's the godfather of mine—it was everything. If I do nothing else on television, doing that for Meshach to me means the top of the ladder.

TV shows come and go. How do you explain the enduring success of Criminal Minds?

Tyler: Well, I'd say it's not about prurient interest in the macabre. I think the reason people like the show is because we want to know that there's a smart, dedicated team of professionals out there working very hard to make sure that the rest of us stay safe. Even if we don't know who they are and we can't see them, it's comforting that people are sacrificing their personal lives and their relationships so that they can put evil people away.

Rodriguez: I meet young people all the time, teenagers, who love the show and say they love the game of it all—figuring out how these processes work and the skills that go into solving crimes. I think we've probably inspired a generation of people to go into this important work—on the good-guy side, not on the bad.

Cook: So many people have struggled in their lives, and they can relate to what they see on the show. Hardworking moms, people that have been abused, people who've experienced loss.

Vangsness: I think it comes down to a show with some of the greatest characters on television. Garcia is just a bundle of positive energy, and that resonated. Her desk is a living piece of art to how she's connected with the audience. I've got a papier-mâché heart pen a fan from France gave me. There's a little rabbit from a fan in Japan. A German woman knitted a Penelope doll that's sitting there. Oh, and Richard Simmons gave me a necklace one time because he loved the show!

Criminal Minds fans are a devoted bunch.

Henney: I once checked into a ski lodge in Switzerland and my television wasn't working, so I went to the front desk. The two desk guys started staring at me like zombies and pointed to their TV, where Criminal Minds was on, with me on the screen.

Brewster: It takes you by surprise in the weirdest places. You'll be in a bathroom at a movie theater and girls are outside whispering, That's Emily Prentiss, and they wait for you to finish so you can wash your hands and hug them.

What are you going to miss most about the show?

Cook: Um, everything. The scenes in the jet are my favorites because it's such a tight space that we forget we're on a TV show and just enjoy hanging out together. This show, for me, was a coming of age. You can look online and find me in the beginning of season 1 wearing this ridiculous pink pinstriped blazer that will haunt me forever. I look like I'm 12. But I've grown up along with JJ. [Tearing up.] I'll miss it all so much.

Gubler: Likewise, I really look up to Spencer Reid, and I feel so honored to have played him for so long. I will miss his long, you know, three-page monologues of technical jargon about protons or whatever. I'll miss the way he holds his hands like an ostrich foot when he's solving a problem. He's definitely way smarter than I'll ever be, but I like to think that some Dr. Reid qualities have imbued themselves into my own personality a little bit. If nothing else, I've adopted his ever-changing hairstyles.

Tyler: I'll miss being an FBI badass. I'd love to take the FBI jacket, but it's absolutely illegal to walk around wearing it.

Vangsness: I can tell you what I won't miss. Garcia's glasses—because I have them all already. I've bought every pair she's ever worn, so I have a collection of around 65 at home. They remind me to be confident like her, to see life through her eyes. Garcia is my Sasha Fierce.

Brewster: I will miss the hot tub wine machine.

Hot tub wine machine?

Vangsness: You heard that right, mister. It's an epic hot tub party at my house that the women on the show have turned into a standing gig—or more like a floating gig.

Brewster: It's basically a therapy and gossip and splashing-around session fueled by chardonnay and rosé.

Tyler: And it's ladies only because it gets kinda frisky.

Rodriguez: This is a sore subject for me even as a very securely and happily married man.

Mantegna: They do send us pictures on group text, which is thoughtful of them.

Vangsness: I don't think it's too much of a spoiler to tell you that this fine tradition makes it into our last episode. I co-wrote the finale, and we tried to cram in as many little Easter eggs and satisfying plot tie-ups as we could, both for fans and for each other. So within the episode, you'll see the BAU version of hot tub time machine. We worked really hard solving these super-intense crimes over what will be 325 episodes. After all these years, don't you think we deserve a little spa time?

12 notes · View notes