#I swear I think I can only draw this man correctly from a side profile bc of his ridiculous hair /j

[doctorsiren]

They are so special to me,,,,

[anightflower]

Come and Find Me Chapter 6: 24 Hours

Hello my darlings, here is chapter 6 FINALLY. Thank you for letting me work on my mental health, I can’t express how much every interaction I’ve had with you has helped, whether it be a like, comment, or reblog, you guys have brought me SO MUCH JOY. 

Masterlist 

Spencer Reid x Reader 

Warnings: Violence, swearing, mentions of rape

Spencer clenched his fists to keep his hands from shaking. “What do you mean never see her again? Don’t you dare fucking touch her-”

“Tsk, tsk Doctor, there is a lady present. Though she can’t hear us at the moment.” The voice murmured condescendingly. “But I am a fair man Doctor, I will let you speak to her, eventually.�� 

“Let me speak to her now.” Spencer growled. 

“So demanding Doctor, but I suppose I’ll oblige you, if only because she looks so broken right now.” The voice cooed. 

There was silence on the phone for a moment, the beeping of buttons and then, your voice. 

“What do you want now you sick bastard?” You sounded tired, defeated. Spencer felt his heart break. 

“(Y/N), can you hear me?” Spencer asked urgently. On the live feed, you head shot up and looked around. 

“Spencer?” Your voice broke and tears blurred your vision. “Am I dreaming?”

“No, no! I’m coming to find you baby. I promise, this sick bastard is not going to win-” Spencer said encouragingly.

Hope filled your eyes, but quickly disappeared behind nerves. You had to tell him the last place you were. He had to find you and you didn’t know how much time you had left. 

“Spence, I made it to Florida, call the hotel I was at. They might have security footage-” Your voice was cut off. 

“Now, that’s no fair. She can’t help you.” The voice said angrily. 

“No, put her back on the line you sick f-” Spencer yelled into the phone desperately. He could see that you were still talking on the video feed. Tears slid down his face as he watched you mouth “I love you.” You didn’t even know that he couldn’t hear you anymore. 

“24 hours doctor.” The voice said and hung up. The live feed went black.

“It’s a burner phone. I could triangulate it to two cell towers, but that could put it anywhere in Miami.”  Penelope explained.

The room was silent as they waited for Spencer’s reaction. His shoulders were tense, he still eyed the screen, his back completely turned to the team. 

“Spencer?” JJ asked, gently coming up to him. 

“JJ, I’m going to give you the number to (Y/N) hotel. I need you to get any security footage you can from them. Penelope will use face scan and analyze it.” Spencer ordered, his body still tense and unmoving. 

“I’ll contact them and the local police down there, have them start looking for (Y/N)  and set up a place for us at their precinct.” JJ reassured. 

“I’m going to call Hotch and Rossi, I’ll tell them to meet us at the jet.” Emily said. “Maybe they got something out of Curtis that can help us out.” 

Spencer nodded, unable to form words around the tightness in his throat. 

“We’ll get her back Reid, and then we want a proper introduction.” Morgan teased, trying to ease Spencer. 

As they all began to move to grab their go-bags, Spencer’s phone rang again.

Spencer took a deep breath, as he glanced at his phone. It was Ava’s contact. 

He quickly answered it. “Ava?” 

“Spencer,” Her voice sounded terrified. “I need you to come to this address, I think (Y/N)’s in danger.”

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You jumped as the door to your “room” slammed open. 

“You stupid bitch!” The voice wasn’t as deep now without it’s automated assistance, but his voice was still muffled behind a mask. It was a cheap plastic Halloween mask, the one you get so you can decorate it however you want. It’s blank white stare covered his whole face. 

He stalked his way toward you angrily, causing you to push yourself further back onto the bed. There was no place for you to go. 

“You just couldn’t keep your mouth shut huh? You are so moon eyed over your Doctor that you fucking cheat. You whore!” He grabbed your ankles and pulled on your chains, dragging you down the bed, causing you to scream. His grip was hard enough to leave bruises. 

“Do you know what happens to whores?” He growled. “They get what they deserve.” 

He tried to push your legs open, but you clawed at his arms, hard enough to break your nails and draw blood. As he tried to draw his arms back, you scratched at his face, ripping the mask off and catching one of his eyes.

He let out a pained scream and backhanded you across the face. You yelped as it sent you flying back against the bed.

You quickly pushed yourself up, readying yourself if he tried to advance on you again. He was hunched over, grabbing at his face, blood leaked from where your nails had dug in. 

“It wasn’t supposed to go this way.” He said enraged. 

Your body froze at that voice. A voice that you knew all too well. A voice that didn’t speak much, but when it did, there was always a smile on his face. 

“No.” You whispered softly.

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Andrew Curtis, 29 years old, 6’4. Auburn hair, brown eyes, and a friendly smile that had made women trust him when he had come into their home. 

The man in front of him was smug, too smug for someone who is going to be behind bars for the rest of their life. Hotch wished he could tackle him to the floor and wipe the gleeful look off of his face. 

5 innocent women, almost 6. Women with families and lives just wiped from the world because of the sick bastard in front of him. 

“Oh Agent Hotchner, Agent Rossi, what brings you to my humble abode? I’ve recently redecorated, I hope you like it.” Andrew Curtis laughed. 

Hotch and Rossi didn’t deign to respond, hiding their disdain behind a stern blank mask. 

“Ouch, so cold as always, here I was hoping something interesting happened for you to come visit me.” Curtis said with a pout. 

“Rumor has it you’ve been receiving letters from an outside anonymous fan, care to enlighten us more about him?” Rossi said, voice cold. 

“Not even a greeting, a little catch up? How is the rest of the team, Prentiss, JJ,- oh and my dear favorite doctor Reid.” Curtis purred.

“I did always find your connection to Reid fascinating, you only let him talk with you and a little bird told us you keep newspaper clippings about him and much of his thesis and research work.” Rossi pushed, ignoring Curtis’s taunts.

“Oh my guards are such gossips, but I suppose there's not much else to keep them entertained around here.”

Hotch let out a growl. “Let’s skip the games Curtis. You know you have nothing over us, you’re locked here for the rest of your miserable existence and then some. We will not be your source of entertainment. Who have you been communicating with?”

“You know, I never thought you guys would catch me, and it truly took a toll on me when you did. But I had a small victory knowing that you had gotten some of my profile wrong.” Curtis smiled and it made ice fill Hotch’s veins.

“Oh and how is our profile wrong? You’re still in a cell aren’t you? Everything we said turned out to be correct.” Rossi said confidently.

“You might have profiled me correctly dear Rossi, but I am afraid you missed a small crucial detail.” Curtis hummed proudly. 

“And what would that detail be.” Hotch urged. 

“The kind that costs ya Hotchner. Maybe a nicer cell, with a little less security.”

Hotch and Rossi exchanged a look. Could it be worth it? 

Hotch dipped his chin in agreement. Yes, if only for Reid.

“We will see what we can do.” Rossi said slowly.

A smug look crossed Curtis’s face as he leaned back in his chair, satisfied. He looked like the cat that got the cream and the male Agents across from him hated it. “Allow me to let you divine profilers know, that you were wrong and that you might have caught me, but you did not catch my prodigy.” His victorious laugh bounced off the walls, grating the tense room.

“Your prodigy?” Hotch probed, his voice dangerously low, a sign that he would explode if he wasn’t careful.  Rossi gave him a side glance, an attempt to remind Hotch to keep a steady head. 

“Oh yes, it’s a thrill really, knowing that he is still out there, maybe he already has a new victim! But guessing by the fact that you are here, he already took someone, didn't he? Did he leave a calling card?” 

Rossi and Hotchner remained silent and stern faced. 

Curtis cackled, ”He left my calling card didn’t he? Your faces say it all! Oh boy, he really is my best student.”

“Who is he Andrew? We need a name-”

“He finally did it, he got the girl didn’t he?”

“Got who?” Hotch asked. “Curtis is a narcissist, play to that and he will give everything up in no time.” Rossi reminded him before they went into the room.

“Your dear Doctor’s girl! He left hints, but I wasn’t sure that the kid had it in him to be honest, he always seemed too soft.” 

“You sure talk a mean game for someone who doesn’t know what’s going on.”  Hotch growled, knowing this would rouse up Curtis. 

“Oh come now Hotch, don’t play coy with me.” Curtis growled, “He’s got (Y/N), pretty (Y/C/H) haired thing, who if my little brother didn’t care so much for, would have been one of my own victims.”

“This prodigy is your little brother?” Rossi asked, not allowing Curtis to find out if he was right or not. 

“No, not blood related, just someone I took under my wing.” 

The door to the interrogation room opened and a guard popped his head in. “Agent Hotchner, you have an urgent call from an Agent Prentiss?”

“Of course, excuse me.” Hotch said, getting up and making his way out of the room.

He came back less than a minute later. “Agent Rossi, they’ve found a lead.” 

Now it was Rossi’s turn to smirk. “Looks like we won’t be needing you after all Curtis, but do enjoy your current view.” 

Curtis growled and yanked at his chains. 

Rossi rolled his eyes as he got up to leave.

Right as Rossi was about to leave the room, Curtis’s voice piped up, “Nothing brings me more joy than knowing I tricked you, that you profilers failed to figure out that I didn’t work alone. Your devout profiling method was wrong and now my prodigy lives on, achieving his dreams, and ruining you and your doctor in the process.”

Rossi slammed the door shut to block out Curtis’s manic laughter. 

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[shihozaki]

Heyo I would like to request a haikyuu match up❤️

General facts:

I'm luri a 21 old, female, hetero, ESTP/ESFP, aries, Gryffindor. I have an undercut hairstyle. (length kinda like ushijima so my profile picture isn't that accurate anymore)

Basically I'm a open and humorous person who likes to laugh :) I don't have a particular fashion style, I wear mostly everything from sweat pants and Hoodie with sneakers to mini skirt or rockabilly dress with high heals. I have no favorite color but I don't like pink...

Personality/character :

When you first meet me I am nice, polite but rather quiet. Knowing each other better I am very direct and straight out with my emotions of any kind. Whether I'm mad, sad or in a good mood. Even then I'm quite humorous. I am like an open book for most to read as you can tell by my nonverbal body language what I am like right now. I can get very aggressive and angry if someone is stupid towards me or starts a fight with me or my friends. On the other hand I speak before I think without any filter ... And I only notice that afterwards... But if someone points my inappropriate behavior out to me I would apologize immediately :)

- I'm a very helpful and nice person. I would do everything for my friends and family if they ask

- I'm a good listener. And because of my own family history I know If someone’s having a bad day and needs emotional support.

- I'm really good in organizing things

- I'm faithful and loyal. If you mess with me or my friends I will fight everyone.

- I'm to stubborn and straight forward. When I have a goal in mind, I don’t give up so easily. It can also backfire.

- I speak before I think. So I may say inappropriate in front of others...

- When I'm interested in something, sometimes I just focus on it and only want to talk about it, which can really get on others' nerves

Hobbies:

My hobbies are

producing my own little video clips or drawing,

I like to bake, and

practice my Krav Maga skills (Israeli Military Self-Defense Technique) :)

I can play violin but I don't get any lessons anymore :)

I am interested in technology especially IT and love to make, build and program things and websites myself.

I love helping with repairs on the house, but also building furniture, as well as electronics and electrics.

What I dislike about people:

-I don’t like being underestimated by my intelligence and physical strength and behaving towards me as if I were a fool.

Fun facts:

-I have an extreme visual defect (nearsightedness) + I can't see in three dimensions, so I'm kinda blind in some way xD

(if I don't wear glasses it's as if I see my surroundings as a picture...)

- so basically I'm looking for a guy who shares my humor and is able to handle/accept my flaws :) and he shouldn't underestimate me.

- I think I would go to Karasuno.

- in my opinion I'm a Iwaizumi kinnie :)

- I love movie soundtracks! the whole soundtrack, original music from the composer + epic soundtracks from two steps from hell, audiomachine, John Williams, Hans Zimmer, Rachel Portman etc.  So they are my favorites(recently my favorite soundtrack is the whole haikyuu soundtrack!).

But i also have pop and rock on my playlist along with some electronic songs and classic music. So basically a bit from everything :) 

- I can't handle horror. I am a upfront person and straight forward but I'm such a softie BUT can't handle anything with horror (like movies or dungeons) xD

- in the HQ universe: I think I would be a senpai for the third years. I like the thought of visiting them for their weekend practice and film their activities :) and I'm kinda into being the older one in a relationship :) but I don't have to. But I also like the thought of being a third year and watch them play and record them. (I don't want to choose a high school, but my favorites are Karasuno, Shiratorizawa and Fukurodani. But I think I'm a Iwaizumi kinnie.)

Love language & what I look for:

- When I'm in a relationship with my boyfriend I would spoil him physically(massages) , with gifts and emotional equally (showing up ar his work place, preparing dinner, organize quality time in front of the TV with cuddling and watching favorite movies, etc.)

- I look for a guy who match with my humor or at least doesn't hate it

- I like it when guys handle my flaws and are ok with them

- I would take everything as a date. City trip, shopping if it is shopping for technology or Mangas, movie date (without horror), just stay at home :)

Soooo I hope that's not too much information, and I hope I included everything you need :)

Thank you in advance ❤️

I pair you up with Ushijima Wakatoshi!

- So you used to go to Karasuno High, becoming very good friends with the volleyball team. Even after graduation, you occasionally visited the team.

- One day, when you had visited the baseball team’s practice, Hinata and Kageyama had gone on a run and hadn’t come back for while. You offered to look for them and went on your search. You found them talking to the famous number one ace in Japan. He asked you for his number after you tried to drag the boys away.

- You started texting him after that, and surprisingly, you guys quickly became friends! He found your “wear your heart on my sleeve” personality very amusing, while you found his “I swear I’m laughing on the inside” personality amusing. You guys went into a relationship pretty quickly too

- He was surprised that you were older then him- he thought you were younger at first. In fact- that’s what his teammates thought too

- Adores your talking. Since Ushijima is a man of few words, he loves listening to you talk about your recent obsessions. He find you admirable for being extroverted and finding what you love.

- He doesn’t think you have any flaws? Like he doesn’t seem to find any but even if you do have some, why would that matter? He believes that humans were meant to have flaws. And he thinks “flaws” are just “special personalities”.

- He’s surprisingly very soft and warm towards you. He says it’s because he’s comfortable around you. He tries his best to be a good boyfriend too, by always trying to spend time with you. He gives you his full attention.

- He does have humour- but he just says them in a straight face. Which makes you crack up even more.

- Loves you taking care of him. Your little massages and your little gifts make him feel fluttery inside, and poor boy doesn’t know how to react. He gets so cute when he’s silently flustered.

Overall you guys are both very straightforward and dominating couple, where each of your teams make fun of you guys for being whipped at each other :)

Scenario: First meeting!

‘Where did they go?’ You thought as you wandered around the streets. You should have know that Hinata and Kageyama would get lost- they weren’t exactly the brightest. It was still odd, they couldn’t have gotten that far. ‘Don’t tell me…’ You thought before running to the Shitatorizawa school. You made your way to the field, and there they were. Hinata, Kageyama, and… Ushijima? They were standing beside the door to the Shiratorizawa’s gym. As you got close to them, you could hear Ushijima talking about someone named Oikawa..? It didn’t matter. “Hinata! Kageyama!” You yelled. “The team is waiting for you, what are you doing here?” Hinata and Kageyama immediately turned to you, there faces filled with determination. “We were talking to the ace!” Replied Hinata. You quickly bowed. “Sorry about them, I should have supervised them correctly.” You motioned for Hinata and Kageyama to follow you back to Karasuno. As you were about to leave, your hand was pulled. You turned around, your face meeting with Ushijima’s. “If it isn’t too much to ask… May I have your phone number?” Said Ushijima in a monotone voice. He looked away to the side after, as if he was embarrassed. It was surprisingly cute. You blushed, then took his phone and punched in your number. He quickly thanked you and went into the gym. You turned back, your heart beating faster and faster. “What- he- you can’t- why did you-“ Hinata stuttered while blushing and pointing at you. “Are you dating Ushijima now?” Asked Kageyama. You became even more red from the blunt comment. “No…” You replied, walking towards Karasuno high with the boys trailing behind. ‘Not yet.’ You thought with a smile.

Song: Miss Independant by Ne-yo!

Thank you for requesting, I enjoyed writing this. The episode this scenario is based on is episode 1 from Season 2 (Timestamp 13:30). Please let me know what you think about it, and I hope to see you again soon :)

[stunudo]

BAU Prep School AU

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Opening Night

Welcome to the Frederick Buchanan Institute located in scenic Quantico, Virginia, a senior high academy that shapes the best and brightest minds. Its motto is “Behavior, Analysis, Unity,” the mascot the Submariners, colloquially “the Unsubs”. The small school supports the most accomplished faculty from across the country. 

Dec. 9, 2016 6:34pm

The lights of the school were on full power, a beacon in the woods on an unseasonably cold, late autumn night. The cast and crew had begun preparations by scurrying between the Rothschild Auditorium and the surrounding hallways in a dizzying processional. The air was thick with hairspray and furniture polish. Ms. Garcia had recruited a few football players to act as ushers and was diligently checking their names on her phone to add them down for service to the school hours.

She wore a faux fur shrug over an emerald green off-the-shoulder fifties’ style evening gown. Her rhinestone glasses matched perfectly with her heels, she was in her element. Elle had been roped into coat check duty once again, her A-line LBD covered with an oversized red cardigan, which Penelope could have sworn she had seen before.

“Ahem,” Penelope cleared her throat, drawing Elle back to the present. Penelope draped her arm over Elle’s shoulders and leaned in. “Let’s just keep it kosher, tonight, Rookie.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Elle side-eyed Penelope.

“No five finger discounts on my watch, Greenaway.” The blonde woman stated out-right, “This is sacred space, besides I doubt we’re going to find a stash among the parents and alumni.”

“I would argue that,” Elle smirked. “But what would be the point? I’ll behave, Pen, trust me.”

“Ms. Garcia?” A soft, yet urgent voice caught the women off guard. “Ms. Garcia, Michel is having an anxiety attack about performing in front of their parents. Please come talk them down?” Jacob Hernandez was in costume, the first layer of stage makeup had been applied to his equine features. Penelope held out her gloved hand to the teenager and he dutifully escorted her to the dressing rooms below the stage.

Elle eagerly filled in for the never-off-the-clock counselor and worked up a sweat hustling coats and check tags back and forth. Whether due to integrity or distraction, she kept her promise.

7:12pm

Aaron Hotchner was running behind, much to his annoyance. He had triple checked the diaper bag and double checked that Haley had her phone with her. He had sent terrorists to jail; he could certainly handle a few hours alone with a newborn. Haley deserved a break and he missed his school. He snapped the car seat in place and double checked all the mirrors.

“Please, stay asleep, please stay asleep.” He hummed to himself as he drove on the dark winding streets of Quantico. NPR was a muted soundtrack to begin  the father and son’s night out. Being the Headmaster had its benefits, like a personalized parking space near the entrance. Aaron pulled into the parking lot with time to spare before curtains up.

He awkwardly managed the car seat, the overstuffed diaper bag and his long dress coat. His dark eyebrows drawn in concentration, as he passed the frazzled Spanish teacher. He knew Kate and Chris were holding him a seat, allowing him to bypass the ticket counter and extra stops before making their way into the theatre. Jack remained asleep beneath the draped blanket over his state-of-the-art hooded child protection carrier.

“Oh, Aaron,” Kate chuckled, flitting down the stairs from the second tier seating. “Need a hand?” She asked, leaning in for a single armed hug.

“I feel like I have been in the gym with Morgan,” Aaron muttered beneath his breath, gratefully handing the petite brunette his son. She easily slipped the handle in the crook of her arm and marched back to her row. Some parent stopped Aaron and offered a firm handshake and a quick congratulations before he could get settled into his seat.

Suddenly a knowing voice called to him, “I know you didn’t bring an infant to the the show,” Monica Walker appeared at Aaron’s arm. Her hand was on her hip and a lovely ivory dress draped over her figure, her meticulously braided hair was pulled on top of her head with delicately jeweled strands.

“The second he wakes, I’m gone,” Aaron swore, hand raised as if taking an oath. He reached over and patted her hand affectionately. “Good to see you, Mon. How’s Stephen doing?”

“He’s ready for the show to run its course,” Monica added quieter, “The holidays and the harpies have added to the stress this year.”

“Yeah, I’ve read the emails.” Aaron agreed, Kate looked back and forth between the pair. “Thanks for sharing him with us and the kids.”

“You’re lucky it’s only one more week, Aaron,” She smiled and returned back to her box seat. Being married to the musical director also had its perks.

7:23pm

“Thanks, Penelope.” Stephen’s deep voice sent the elegant blonde off back towards the audience. Michel, Jake and Director Blake were all huddled with the tall man back stage, ensuring that cues were set for their opening night. Jake smiled easily now that his romantic interest (in the play) was soothed and costumed, wig and all.

“Okay, why don’t you both circle up the stragglers and we will do a quick moment before curtain?” Alex asked, sending the teenagers off in different directions. She wore her hair up in a simple twist and a dark, yet functional pant suit. Stephen Walker, who would be in the pit and visible throughout the performance, wore a full tuxedo with tails. He was very dashing, his white gloves tucked safely in his breast pocket until he took his conductor’s podium.

“I swear, the nerves are worse than when I played Lincoln Center.” Stephen confided as Alex read over her notes pinned on her clip board.

She hummed, a stray strand of hair falling out of its confines. He instinctively reached down and tucked it behind her ear. She bit her bottom lip, smiling calmly back at him. He nodded and she suddenly returned to desperately scrambling through her notes. The cast and crew filled in around them, the anticipation palpable as the anxious voices cut off with one small pale fist held in the air for quiet.

“Let’s go show these city folks a good time!” Alex Blake called out in her best drawl.

Dec.14, 2016 3:56pm

The atmosphere was thick with the untold as Spencer snaked into the library that afternoon for a staff meeting. It was doubly perplexing as HM Hotchner was seated beside Coach Morgan as the remaining staff filed in. Spencer was near the back beside Stephen and Mrs. Kyle.

“Thank you all for being here today, despite the chaos of the coming holidays.” Aaron began, “I wish I could say I was here because I missed you all, which I did, but unfortunately that is not what brings me here today.”

He looked down at the desk for a few beats before continuing with a slight waver to his usually impeccable diction. “Last night, one of our students, Hannah Chang swallowed a bottle of pain killers in attempt to end her life.” The gasps and murmurs echoed around the stunned table.

“Attempt? That means she’s alive?” Penelope begged, grasping for absolution.

“She is alive,” Aaron continued. “Her parents are working with her doctors and she will return when she is healthy enough to do so.”

“It’s a damn shame; that girl is really gifted.” Stephen muttered, Spencer nodded, keeping his eyes at the head of the table.

“Now, I am sure the students and their parents will be all over this situation. It is our job to keep Hannah’s privacy and protect her from the backlash when she is able to return to school.” Aaron continued.

“Sir?” Emily started, “May we send a card to Hannah? Would that be appropriate?”

“I think that would be great,” Aaron nodded, obviously impressed.

“Ooo! I know we’ll each send her a card a day at a time, that way it doesn’t all come at one time.” Penelope gushed, through sniffles. Derek was holding her hand beneath the table, her bracelets jangling as she wiped the tears back. It was in the awkward silence after arranging the calendar of well wishing that everyone realized that Coach Jareau had remained silently crying in her seat.

“Jayge?” Emily crooned, gently rubbing her back. Spencer clenched his fist and hid it beneath the table, he was frustrated that Jennifer was upset and he couldn’t do a thing to fix it.

Coach Jareau took in a few ragged breaths and began, “Hannah plays on my girls’ team each Spring. And, uh, I have some unresolved feelings with my older sister’s suicide. So,” she exhaled through a pointed stare,”I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to contribute much today, Hotch.”

“Of course, Coach, of course,” Aaron offered. “Coach Morgan? Why don’t you deliver the profile, how’s the school been in my absence?”

5:39pm

Aaron Hotchner knocked gently on the guidance office door after he had caught up with his second in command. Penelope had the lights off, but he caught her silhouette from the faint glow of her computer monitor.

“Just let me wallow, sir.” Penelope whimpered. Aaron flicked the light switch, jarring all of their pupils for longer than expected. “I keep reading over my documentation, what could I have done differently?”

“Nothing, you did everything correctly, in fact, you went above and beyond for Hannah.” Aaron dropped into one of the soft, plush chairs that Penelope had salvaged from a thrift shop.

“But I let you down,” Penelope whispered, an anguished confession.

“In no way what so ever,” Aaron retorted matter of factly. “Penelope Garcia, when you applied for this job you gave me your resume on homemade pink stationary.” He smiled. “I realized then that you were, unique. I wouldn’t want you to change that, especially not now. These kids need you.”

“But what if I’m not enough?”

“You’re job isn’t to be everything to everyone. It is to help these students as much as you can while you can.” Aaron paraphrased, almost rambling. It was then that Penelope looked over and saw how tired her boss actually was. Both physically and mentally.

“Sir?” Penelope asked, as his dark eyes drooped. Before long, Penelope giggled over the rhythmic snores of her superior. She sent Derek a text, letting him know she was staying late, that they would finally have their second date, soon. She grabbed a tinsel lined gel pen and set out to write the first of many get well cards to her dear Hanz.

Dec. 16, 2016 3:15pm

The outdated speaker system crackled to life throughout the wooden corridors and drafty classrooms that final day before holiday recess.

“Good Afternoon Submariners!” The headmaster’s voice reverberated with an accompanying hiss. “We wish you a safe and happy holiday season. Let’s leave 2016 in the past and clear out early. Classes are dismissed!”

The chorus of hoots and cheers were an audible row of dominoes, class doors bursting opening with the stampede of two hundred-some teenagers peeling towards their vacations.

Brayden was at Chloe’s locker when she got out of her class with Ms. Prentiss, Survey of Poetry and Prose. She hadn’t been returning his texts or calls and wished she could become invisible on demand. He already made her feel so small, it wasn’t that much too ask. She readjusted her backpack and unsuccessfully avoided her ex-boyfriend.

“Chloe, come on. You can’t just ignore me, I’m standing right here.” Brayden had turned and faced her as she dropped off her books and plucked her puffy winter coat off its hook. She closed her locker and turned to look at him. He was gorgeous in the way a feral kitten was, an unstoppable energy danced in his eyes. He was still growing into his body, but she knew him and despite all the fear and sharp words; she missed him.

“Bray, you have got to let me go.” Chloe murmured, looking away from the hurt in his eyes.

“How am I supposed to do that?” Brayden pulled at her elbow, as she turned away. “No, Chloe, how can I make this up to you? I need you.”

“You can’t. It’s done.” Chloe spoke louder, staring into his desperate glare.

The second floor had been cleared of students, so Coach Jareau and Miss Greenaway had made their way to the first to help ensure everyone had an early start to break. JJ caught Emily’s tense stance, following her line of sight to the lockers at the end of the T hallway. Brayden Jennings and Chloe Roycewood were having some sort of confrontation, amplified by the small patches of students leaving them ample space as they passed by.

The three women watched the exchange on baited breath, suddenly Lucas Turner, Zachary Henkel and Michel Foyet showed up. They stood behind Chloe, eyeing Brayden suspiciously.

“Chloe?” Lucas’s gentle voice unnaturally louder in the nearly empty corridor.

Chloe closed her eyes, knowing this was it. “Hey, Lucas, ready to go?” She pulled her arm back and turned to walk with her friends. Lucas and Michel encased Chloe between them. While little Zachary Henkel peered over his shoulder at the now furious Brayden as the four walked away. A small tribe of khaki and navy protecting their own.

“That’s not going to bode well.” JJ admitted once the scene had cleared.

“I’m glad Chloe finally got away from him, though.” Emily posed.

“Let’s just hope she did.” Elle added suspiciously, her arms still crossed over her chest.

3:47pm

Jason Gideon had missed the early release, as he was showing an excerpt from the movie Evita to his Central and South Amercian History class. Meaning, he was still asleep when the last student ducked into the noisy hallways and into holiday break. He quietly flipped the chairs on to the tables to prepare for the deep cleaning Grant Anderson and his team would do during the students’ absence.

Just as Mr. Gideon was gathering his brief case and coat a determined knock hit the door frame. Jason spun and nearly smiled when he caught the approach of Matt Cruz, father to Iggy and little Rita.

“Mr. Cruz, what do I owe the pleasure?” he approached the cautious man with gusto. “The Regents aren’t keeping you running over the holidays, I hope.”

Mateo Cruz smiled without teeth, “Not quite officially, Jason.”

Jason held up his hands he had been worrying, “What can I do for you?”

“I stopped by to offer some advice,” Matt continued despite Jason’s quizzical expression. “Come New Year, you need to be teacher of the year, otherwise, Strauss will not hesitate to force you into early retirement.”

Jason nodded, a glib expression as he took in the growing threat. “Like mother, like daughter?”

“Something like that.”

“Alright, message received,” Jason returned to his coat. “Tell the family I send my best?”

Matt sighed, relieved to have the confrontation behind them. “Of course. Happy Hanukkah, Jason.”

“Merry Christmas, Matt.”

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[stunudo]

To share our stories is not only a worthwhile endeavor for the storyteller, but for those who hear our stories and feel less alone because of it.

Joyce Maynard

Teamwork Makes the Dream Work:

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Female Reader as she joins the Team

Setting: Early Season 12

A/N: This is a piece about how someone with some quirks fits into the BAU. xoxo Stu

Your name: submit What is this?

The elevator ride was quiet in the early morning hours. Yesterday you had spent the day filling out transfer papers, tax forms and personality tests. Today you would be meeting with the acclaimed Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI, a team any agent worth their salt knew to be the best of the bureau. You had accepted the promotion from cyber-crimes without hesitation.

Moving across the country was a risk you had taken and you walked into their hive like office with the intention of making it worth it. Standing at the top of the stairs, with your back to the wall, you were able to watch the life of the room below unfold. Slowly the junior agents trickled in, this group was competitive and diligently handling the mundane details of the job the profilers were overqualified to do.

Then, SSA Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner entered the bullpen. He walked passed you, obliviously. You were used to blending in, not physically standing out.

“Sir?” You asked to his back. “I am Agent Y/L/N, where should I set up?”

His dark eyes glanced over you, his profiling skills on automatic pilot. You raised your eyebrows in earnest, still awaiting his response. “The third desk on the left of the stairs, Y/L/N.” Hotchner finally placed you. “Welcome to the team.”

“Thank you, sir.” You nodded at your commanding officer as you headed back down the steps, to locate the desk for your time there.

The remaining profiles joined the bundle of desks as the clocked ticked closer to the eight o’clock hour. You knew each member of the team by file, so you were prepared before they introduced themselves. This was good planning on your part as not one of them approached you or made eye contact.

Dr. Reid was nearly late, he rushed in from the elevators. His tall form ducking out of the strap of his bag. Agent Jareau caught his eye, “Cutting it close, Spence.” He nodded at the blonde woman, his mouth a frog-like grimace of inevitability.

Garcia walked into the close network of conversing agents. She caught your eyes on the group and smiled. Her dangling earrings swayed as she waved enthusiastically. Your new teammates finally acknowledged you, their faces a mixture of surprise and confusion.

“Guys,” Penelope gestured towards you. “This is Y/N Y/L/N, another tech goddess has arrived, my lovelies. Be good to her.” She grunted the last bit, eyeing one agent warily. You shyly waved at the scrutinizing faces of your co-workers.

“Not quite a goddess, more of a demigod, really.” You explained, reshaping your hair behind your head. The confusion wasn’t fading from their faces. You looked up to Hotchner’s perch realizing why everyone was acting this way. “No one told you that I would be joining the team.”

It was a fact, not a question. You shared a bewildered look with Penelope and shrugged.

“Have you ever prepared a consult profile?” Agent Jareau had approached your desk after the awkwardness had dimmed over the course of the morning.

“Not officially, but I would like to. IF you can double check it for me?” Her face encouraging.

“Of course, take these and just drop them off to me when you are done.” JJ set four files on your desk. The work was straight forward, there were cases from all over the Southeast. You answered the questionnaires and went a little overboard in your notes on the analysis sections. You always felt it was better to be thorough than vague.

It was around one when the dark haired man with the easy grin on his face stopped by your desk. Alvez, you recalled, his file at the top of the BAU stack.

“Sorry about this morning, my name is Luke Alvez.” The nice agent was holding his hand out to you expectantly. Refocusing to interacting socially, you paused longer than normal to accept his handshake.

You firmly gripped his hand, “Not a problem, Agent. So you were the last newbie, any advice for the latest transfer?”

He chuckled, “Just use the skills you already have. We all say we don’t profile each other, but we do. We just don’t talk about it.”

“Profilers version of Fight Club?” You nodded, mildly amused.

“Sorta, yeah. Want to grab some lunch? I swear, we don’t always stare uncomfortably.” Alvez was really showing his sweet side.

“Sure, let me just leave these for Agent Jareau.” You stood and dropped the folders into her in tray across the aisle. As you glanced back at Alvez, he had walked towards you. He put a guiding hand onto your shoulder. You immediately panicked at the contact. Your chest and face flushed. Your combat training kicked in and you spun out deflecting his hand with a stiff forearm. Your left elbow then connected with his other palm, his strength holding you in place.

Your mind cleared and you disengaged; tense and embarrassed. After a few dozen questions coming from Alvez’ staring eyes, you exhaled. Slowly you shook the blood back into your hands. “I’m sorry, I am sort of weird about being touched.”

“You could say that.” JJ interjected snidely. Your eyes spun around the large office, every single pair of eyes were locked on your tussle with Luke. Perfect: from invisible to sideshow freak in the course of one day. Cyber crimes might have been the most obvious task force for someone with your sensitivities. But the reason you had done so well there was because even then you had thought like a profiler. ‘Well, here I am, BAU,’ you thought, ‘Might as well get the skeletons out of the closet right away.’

You did join the team for lunch, snagging a sub from the tray assortment in the break room. Reid’s furrowed brow told you he wasn’t sure how to address you. Lewis smiled gently as she chewed, you inclined your head to acknowledge her attempt. Slowly conversations began, swirling around as the team fell back into their rhythm. You continued to observe and eat quietly. Their aversion to your presence lessened and you knew your misstep in the bullpen was dismissed.

But not forgotten, it was never that easy.

“Hotch, why didn’t you tell us that Y/L/N was joining the team?” Reid asked the older man as JJ and he had a quick moment aside.

“Because I hadn’t received notice that she had accepted the position, Reid.” Hotch admitted. “Agent Y/L/N has an exceptional record. She completed and surpassed every field AND written requirement we have.” The chief’s eyes emphasized this point; the presence of their newest teammate was not to be challenged.

“You should read her consultations, Spence.” JJ added, “I think she will do fine.”

Garcia knocked on the frame to Hotch’s door, her arms full of folders and pens. “Sir, conference room when you’re ready.”

The screens flashed the faces of three victims from Central Wisconsin. All college aged women, missing over long weekends. Cars were found abandoned along highways 45 and 49.

“We got the call after Abigail Brown went missing with the same M.O.” Hotch explained. A bright eyed face from a U.W. Stevens Point ID flashed on the screen.

“How long has she been missing?” You interjected. Garcia checked her watch.

“About 17 hours, well, since she last used her phone. We can’t pinpoint it further than that.”

“The unsub usually doesn’t dispose of the bodies until a week after the initial abduction. She may still be alive.” Reid proposed.

“Unsubs, you mean.” You corrected Dr. Reid. The team took a collective preparatory breathe at the slight challenge against their genius.

“Unsubs, yes, Y/L/N.” Reid agreed.

Hotch nodded, “Yes we have a team with at least a 50 mile wide comfort zone and an M.O. that may be linked to one of the escapees.”

“If I remember correctly Central Wisconsin is not that populous. Once you’re north of Madison proper, there are tourist towns and not much else.” Rossi mused.

“The combined population of the counties where the victims went missing is roughly one hundred forty six thousand seven hundred fifty people.” Reid articulated quickly, his need to be correct clearly driving him to share more facts.

“That’s pretty specific, man.” Luke noted.

“I took known population data from 2014 and extrapolated it with population trends of the region. Though I did round the figure. I find people are more accepting when I give estimations than precise data for answers.” Reid explained, Luke was listening quite intently.

“Alright, Reid, we get it. There are not many people in the area. That means there is more open land; both deciduous forests and farms.” Hotch pointed out.

“Also, I’m sure we are going to be drawing a lot of attention.” Lewis muttered.

“We’re the FBI, we always do.” JJ agreed.

“I am presuming she doesn’t mean you, Jareau.” You added softly. Tara Lewis and Luke Alvez shared a knowing look.

“Hell, even I stand out in parts of Wisconsin guys,” Rossi addressed the issue clearly. “There seems to be a mafioso wise crack waiting for me if I am too far north of Chicago-land.”

“Alright, we’ll work in teams, like always.” Hotch cleared the air. “Y/L/N, I hope you brought a go-bag. Wheels up in 30.”

To be Continued...