#anyway this is not about my wife and also mother of my children phil lewis whom i love dearly

[funkfuck]

most 80s rockers are ugly im sorry idk what yall see in these guys

[okimargarvez]

METEOROLOGY- Cloud

Original title: Meteorology.

Prompt: climatic metaphors, phases of love.

Warning: none.

Genre: drama, romantic, comedy, angst, family, friendship.

Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia, BAU team, Phil (Luke’s partner), Phil’s wife, Roxy, Derek Morgan.

Pairing: Garvez, Phil x Lucille.

Note: Multichapter.

Legend: 💏😘😈👓🔦🐶❗👨‍👩‍👧‍👦💍🎈. 

Song mentioned: Via con me, Paolo Conte. Note: I'm so happy because in this chapter there is a confrontation between Phil and Luke. Coincidence? I remember writing it three weeks ago, so again I had imagined right.  Obviously my Phil is different from the CBS's, I had few elements to create it, just name, profession, and the fact that he was hurt. Let me know if you want this evening to post the first part of "Unconditionally- mater & pater". :)

Peace & Love Garvez always

Meteorology- Masterlist

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CLOUD

You don’t feel them, you don’t realize it, and yet they are turning enough slowly not to attract attention, but quite quickly because, staring at them, reveal their movement. Often, we have never observed them with be careful, although we can do it at all times, but we forget it, and sometimes, looking at them suddenly we discover a new, unexpected, point of view, and after a while we were concentrating on something else we find that sometimes everything is changed, something happened in that time spent without looking at the sky. Is our life being so. Silently, something happens to us every hour, everyone day and transforms us, like a cloud, in good and evil. (Luca Mercalli)

 You just got in time to take refuge in the building when the downpour starts. Look out the window like the brushstrokes change the face of the city, already gray in itself, rather which is indeed enriched with colors of so many umbrellas and raincoats. Everyone seems forced to slow down the rhythm, mothers try to prevent children from putting their feet in the puddles.

You didn't bring anything in the rain. You are not very careful about the weather, lately. You're not very careful about anything, actually. However, it is useless concern to it, at the time you put your foot out of here, maybe there'll be nothing like this.

You get back into your bunker to prepare the useful documents for the meeting that will take place in one hour. JJ warned you that there will also be a Task Force agent, the best bureau hunter, so Rossi describes him, the only person to know him personally.

But you don't think it should be something that matters to you. The idea of capture those escapees no longer stimulate yourself, even if there is Mr. Scratch among them, which is a serious threat to all of you. Long time ago you would have imagined the appearance of a new guy, you comment it with the others, between laughter and some alcoholic sip. Like you and JJ did the first time you saw Hotch's brother. But today you do not have the slightest interest in replicating such a scene; JJ is married, and you are no longer yourself.

You look the desk and system the various objects, changing the place continually, always dissatisfied with the result, like wives in television shows that make walk back and forth, carrying a heavy couch, her husband and his best friend. You probably should worry because it's one of the symptoms of obsessive maniacs, or it isn't a good sign anyway.

You spill a vial mistakenly that you find isn't closed properly. You save everything except your dress and your hands. -Damn!- you exclaim, aware that you'll be forced out of the safe area to go into the world beyond that door. You head to the bathroom trying to avoid further damage. You stay still for a moment, reflecting on how to open it without even touching up the handle when you hear footsteps behind you. You turn and moving to let him pass, but he stops in turn.

-Lady, you need some help?- you jump when you see him. The outer shell adapts perfectly to the warm voice, with slightly Latin features. He is tall, brown, a bit bearded so as to give him a wild, frisky air. Muscled. And above all drenched; apparently, he hasn't even brought an umbrella with him.

While waiting for your answer, he has a genuine smile printed in his face. - Ehm... yes.- you exclaim, suddenly embarrassed and all because he is a handsome man. What a superficial world! And you're completely part of it. Should we all be blind to be certain that the other person is interested in us not only for the physical aspect?

He is, however, unaware of the thoughts that pass through your mind, so he just keeps the door open so that you can pass, entering after you. Here, your roads will be split, and he will become the further beautiful, unknow type. But no. He stops on the threshold of the corridor leading to male toilets and he looks at you a bit. -I've seen you somewhere, but I can't remember where.- you never figured this. You couldn't forget him if you met him previously, those like him remain indelible, like a tattoo. Not even the rain takes them away.

About rain ... -What has happened to you? - you didn't keep a laugh without great skill, real and not built; a rarity, at this time. His hair is completely soaked and even his clothes are a mess. He looks like a wet chick. You note that he holds a parcel in his hand, probably, you hope for him, his change of clothes.

He enlarges his arms without blushing. -It's a shower unscheduled.- he smiles again. There aren't more excuses to stay and continue this "conversation" if this can be defined. -And you? A close encounter with a sepia? - man seems doesn't feel the same as you. You see that you like its nice tone, which brings some sunshine on your gloomy mood, and this is worrying you.

You no longer want to be happy after Morgan. Mourning is too fresh. - Something like this ... - just give him another look. -Well ... good day.- he also stops for a few seconds to staring you.

-Good day too.-.

 As you dry your hands, understand it: she's the blonde who was going to fall in front of you on the subway. You remain dismayed. You don't believe in coincidences. But not even in fate.

She hit you. You don't know precisely the specific reasons. She isn't one of those women by the cover. But her mild smile has been able to dissolve some layers of ice covering your heart. And that gaudy dress, full of colors ... and her hands so clear, dirty in ink. But above all her voice, how many nuances and sweetness, makes you think ... to your mother.

You get out of the bathroom trying to convince you that doesn't help think about it. See her twice was already strange, there won’t be a third. Even if a chance, even on a thousand, there is. After all, if she's here, she'll work for the Bureau too. In what role? Considering the ink, which assumes the use of a pen, the most obvious deduction would be she is a secretary. But something doesn't convince you.

You reach David Rossi's office and you knock at the door. He welcomes you with enthusiasm. From the earliest steps to the Academy he took you under his protector wing. It has become, banally, a kind of second father for you, since the physiological one has gone too long ago. -Luke! Come in!- he makes to you a sign of sitting down. - As I mentioned yesterday, we need your help. Twelve among the worst serial killers who have ever walked on this earth are escaped. Among them there are Peter Lewis, Tommy Yates, and Daniel Cullen- you immediately extend your ears to hear the last name. -I called you for that. - he gives you an emblematic look. He knows a lot about that event, but not everything. The only other person to know most of the story was Phil. - Well, are you in? - you don’t have to think about it; you nod, and give your hand to the older man.

-Sure. When do we start? - the other man smiles, the usual pride betrays from every pore.

-Whenever you want to- he replies, and you thank him for not mentioning anything about your emotional state. It's a profiler, he can easy saw these things, you can't fool it. He there was also at the funeral.

-For me even now. Just give me the time to warn the big boss. - you reciprocate his gaze.

-Sure. Do you prefer to study documents in the old-fashioned way or have you become one of those with the head always to staring to your cell phone and tablet? - Rossi's joke also get you a laugh, he has always been a degree away from technophobia.

-They're fine with paper, if it's not a problem.- he bends to press a button.

-Garcia, would you please give to agent Alvez a copy of the complete dossier on the evasion? You will find him at Morgan's desk- an extended silence.

Then, that voice: -As you wish, boss.- Rossi shakes his head, then he stands up and you do the same. You go back to the open space and here he shows you one of the desk, the only empty one.

-Set up you here too.- you nod and settle the bag. -Are you sure you don't want to join a full-time job? We have a vacancy and you'd be a great resource for the team ... - he starts to charge, but you shake your head. Before you time to replicate, a blonde appears in front of you. -Oh, right in time. Garcia, this is the agent of the task force, Luke Alvez. He'll give us a hand in the case of escapes. The folder that the woman clutches in her hands falls to the floor as soon as your eyes are chained to each other.

Right you! her eyes seem to tell you. You lower to help her, your hands touching hers, but she retraces hers like she was scared. Rossi looks confused at the scene. Now he looks at you, now at the woman. -You two have met before, by a chance? - a moment of silence.

Then you both break out, shouting each one their own opinion.

-Yes- you, quiet.

-No! she says, much more agitated than you. Before anyone can add something else, the blonde gets away with what seems like an obvious excuse -I had to go back to my office. I have a lot to do.- you shifted your attention to Rossi.

-Don't do that face! She's a weird woman, but she's also the best computer technician in the Bureau and a wonderful person. If you often cross in these parts, you will become accustomed to Penelope mood.- so you learn her full name, which sounds fit for her. Then also the man leaves, and you remain alone. You look at the folder on the desk and then, without knowing why, your gaze is drawn to a huge window: it does not rain anymore, but the sky is covered by a lot of clouds. _______________________________________________ @talesoffairies @itsdawnashlie @c00lhandsluke @saisnarry @janiedreams88 @kiki-krakatoa  @arses21434 @gcchic@martinab26 @rkt3357 @orangesickle @entireoranges @jamirn@kathy5654 @lovesgoodluna@thisonekid @thenibblets @ambrosiaswhispers @perfectly-penelope @teyamarra @courtneyxoxo1@jahreau @gracieeelizabeth27 @thinitta @silviajajaja @maba84

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