#david rossi bi

[supercriminalbean]

The team on the jet on the way home from a case*

Garcia: Rossi your homophobic.

Rossi: I can't be Homophobic I'm Bi *looks unfazed, reading*

Emily: Prove it.

Rossi: *Looks at Hotch who's sitting beside him not paying attention*

Rossi: *Grabs his face kissing him quickly smirking, let's him go*

The team: *Stares in shock*

Hotch:

Hotch: Can you stop kissing me whenever you say your bi. It gets annoying *huffs*

BAU:

Emily: Wait you two have kissed before?

Rossi: Well I'm not going to start kissing the kid or chocolate thunder over there.

Reid: *Pulls a disgusted face*

Morgan: Um yeah I appreciate that.

[0o-junebug-o0]

My criminal minds sexuality headcanons (for the characters I’ve met so far)

[carisc4pshaw]

Hidden hearts and Hickey’s

In which Elle and JJ have been secretly dating for half a year and Elle comes to work not knowing she has hickeys on her which sparks the team to try and guess who Elle has been seeing. Elle gets injured during the case and doesn’t tell JJ. (18+ for smut)

word count: 4.4k

tags: fluff, smut (later on) , jelle, hickeys, dating, romance, secret dating, flirting, date night, love, staying at each other for the night, hotels, on a case, new relationship, team scenes, bi spencer reid, lesbian emily prentiss, lesbian elle greenaway, bi jennifer jareau, bath, cuddling, physical touch

Warning: foreplay (teasing), fingering, dirty talk

notes: I hope yall enjoy this is my first fic im posting here, I’ll also be posting on ao3 where my other fics are posted. Let me know if you want dts on my posts.

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Elle and JJ had been up late, later than usual when it was likely they’d have a case to work the next day but the women were watching a movie and after that finished Elle was quick to put on the next one claiming they had barely watched anything since they were making out and she needed something to fall asleep too. JJ knew it was nonsense, the woman just wasn’t tired yet but she was and she couldn’t be bothered to argue that to her after their night snuggled up together.

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Elle groaned when she heard both her and JJ’s phones ring.

“If that’s work shoot me,” Elle covered her head with her pillow.

“Don’t say things like that,” JJ answered her phone, “It’s Hotch,” she mouthed to her.

Elle’s phone rang again, she got out of bed taking the phone with her into the next room. Calling her was Gideon.

She sighed as she walked back into the bedroom, “I’m tired I want to sleep,” she pouted at her girlfriend.

“I’m sorry the serial killers didn’t take a break, today babe, get ready we have 30 minutes till round table.”

Elle pulled a black long-sleeve top with a scooped neck out of the closet with some grey suit pants and black boots and JJ took the pants she wore yesterday with one of Elle’s cream v-neck sweaters that was similar to one of hers.

Elle packed her makeup bag, pyjamas, two changes of clothes, a book, glasses and her journal into her overnight bag having no idea how long they’d be there. She didn’t usually like going to work with no makeup on, and the eye bags weren’t going to look good that morning especially due to the lack of sleep the last few nights but they needed to leave.

JJ packed the same things as Elle minus some of the things she didn’t have with her. She hoped no one would realise that most of her clothes were Elle’s.

When they arrived they went through the bullpen and straight to the round table. No one was even there yet.

“You lied to me,” Elle frowned, “We had longer didn’t we?”

“If I had told you longer you would have tried to get back in bed,” JJ rolled her eyes.

“How are you so pretty you didn’t sleep long either,” Elle groaned putting her head down on the table.

Once the rest of the team had joined them, JJ got up to present and Elle finally sat up. It was only once she was standing at the front looking at Elle she noticed a faint hickey in the middle of her neck and a more prominent one on the top part of her breast that wasn’t quite covered by her top.

JJ looked into Elle’s eyes then moved her head down to see if Elle would get the hint and look but she didn’t the older woman was just looking at her blankly and confused.

Derek picked up on the look JJ was giving her and looked down at her chest, “Long night Elle?”

“Huh?” Elle looked down at her chest and then around the room at her team. She looked down at the table as a faint blush covered her cheeks.

“Elle’s got a boyfriend?” Spencer asked.

“No, Elle dates women she’s got a girlfriend, right Elle?” Penelope smiled clasping her hands together, “I’m so happy for you sweet!”

“No I… Isn’t there a case? JJ? Talk.”

“Elle you can tell us we’re your friends,” Spencer said.

“Leave her alone, we don’t have much time,” Hotch said before looking at her and pointing at the mark, “Cover that.”

“Yes sir,” Elle mumbled looking up at him but meeting Gideon and Rossi’s stares, she groaned quietly looking back down they were both like father figures to her. How did both her and JJ not notice it was there?

JJ explained their case before Hotch let them know that wheels up would be in 15 minutes. Once everyone filtered out Elle and JJ stayed behind.

“I’m sorry Elle, I didn’t even notice we were so rushed this morning,” JJ played with a curl at the end of Elle’s hair that she didn’t have time to straighten which the younger woman was happy about, she loved Elle’s curls.

“What are you sorry about?” Spencer asked from the doorway making JJ and Elle jump apart from each other.

“Oh nothing, I just,” JJ paused trying to think of something believable, “I dropped her coffee on one of her files when we got here.”

“What didn’t you notice then?” Spencer asked.

“Genius go play nice with the others we will be out in a minute,” Elle gave him a warm smile.

—

“Guys, do you think maybe Elle is dating JJ?” Spencer asked the others while fiddling with a Rubix cube.

“I don’t think blondes are her type,” Emily said.

“What do you know?” Derek pointed at Emily.

“Elle and I hooked up in DC a long time ago,” Emily shrugged.

“Why does that mean she wouldn’t be with JJ maybe she doesn’t have a type,” Penelope stated.

“Elle likes blondes,” Derek said.

“And you know how?” Emily asked.

“We go out to bars together but before that she had turned me down for months.”

Garcia looked up at the small window that could be seen inside the room with the round table from the bullpen. It was a bad view but she could how close the two were and how JJ’s palm was resting on Elle’s face, “Guys,” she whispered pointing at the window, “Do you think they are?”

“I think you should give them some damn privacy,” Rossi spoke walking down the steps to where the team were standing.

“Do you know something?” Derek asked.

“Of course he does! Elle is like a daughter to him, tell us!” Penelope squealed.

“I know nothing and neither should you quit being gossips Hotch wants you on the jet,” he shook his head walking to the elevator.

“We could watch how they act with each other during the case?” Penelope suggested.

“If they want to keep it a secret chances are they will keep their usual domineering with each other hence why we haven’t noticed thus far. They share a room when we are on a case so they probably feel like they can go the day without any physical contact because once back at the hotel they can do as they please,” Spencer ‘observed.’

“Yeah we got that Genius,” Morgan ruffled his hair standing from Elle’s desk where he had perched himself.

“Emily and I will be next door to them, we could listen through the wall?” Penelope suggested.

“You by all means can do that PG but I won’t be it feels like we are breaking their trust and I do not want to hear something I don’t particularly want to hear,” Emily replied.

“You think they’ll have sex!” Penelope said rather loud causing a few people to look up from what they were doing and a blush to rise up Spencer’s neck and face.

“What are you guys talking about?” JJ asked as she and Elle came down the stairs, Elle’s hand resting over JJ’s shoulder.

“Nothing!”

“Well it’s not nothing since the whole floor just heard you,” Elle laughed but dropped it walking towards the elevator with JJ, the rest of them following.

—

The team, mainly Garcia observed JJ and Elle every time they were near each other whether it was just how they looked at each other as they spoke or the small touches they shared.

Once they had finished up for the day they took the SUVs to the hotel close by. Elle climbed out and went to the other side opening and holding the door open for JJ.

“Why thank you, what a gentlewoman,” JJ laughed, Elle joining in with her. She carried hers and JJ’s bags into the hotel as JJ held onto her arm.

At the reception desk the team checked into their rooms, “Could we have a bottle of champagne brought to our room in let’s say,” Elle paused to check her watch, “just over an hour please?”

“What are we celebrating?” JJ asked.

“6 months.”

“That’s today?” JJ frowned, “I’m sorry I forgot, I’ll make it up to you.”

Elle whispered in JJ’s ear, “I’m sure you will after dinner, I made a reservation and I plan on us drinking the champagne in the bath.”

JJ whispered back, “I want to kiss you so bad right now.”

“What’s the whispering about dolls?” Penelope asked.

“Nothing,” JJ replied.

“A lot of nothing between you both recently sugar.”

“Sorry PG we need to get to the room I’m shattered,” Elle faked a yawn walking towards the elevator.

-

“What restaurant are we going to?” JJ asked flopping onto the bed as they entered the hotel room.

“The fanciest one I could find around here that was willing to seat two FBI agents last minute,” Elle perched next to her.

“Babe we have nothing fancy to wear.”

“You underestimate me,” Elle said taking a long satin cream skirt and light pink tight-fitted shirt from her overnight bag, “For you and mine is a surprise.”

“I love you,” JJ mumbled against Elle’s lips before kissing her.

JJ had her outfit on and was about to start her hair and makeup. The women took it in turns so they were never trying to do the same thing at once.

Elle stood from the small vanity in their room in just her underwear, her girlfriend was looking out of the window just while she waited for Elle to finish her last curl before she started. Elle crept up behind her, her hands sliding onto JJ’s hips gripping them firmly.

“Elle!” JJ shrieked placing a hand on her chest.

“Sorry baby, I’m sorry,” Elle moved her hands and used her arms to wrap around her in a hug from behind.

JJ held onto Elle’s arms for a few minutes both of them in silence before she turned to face as best she could, “Go get dressed.”

“Okay, one second,” Elle squeezed her a little tighter, “Now I will,” she let her go and went into the bathroom to change not wanting JJ to see her dress until they were both ready to leave.

JJ knocked on the bathroom door when she finished straightening her hair, “Babe are you alright?”

“Are you ready?” Elle asked back.

“Yeah I’m ready, are you?”

“Mhm, I’ve been waiting in here so you wouldn’t see my dress,” Elle said sliding the bathroom door open revealing the silky black skin-tight dress she had been waiting to show JJ.

“Wow baby,” JJ walked closer to her and kissed her lips, “You’re gorgeous.”

Elle blushed a little putting out her hand, “M’lady.”

JJ laughed taking Elle’s hand, “Let’s go.”

Their door hadn’t even closed properly before the door of the room beside them opened. Garcia poked her head out of the door looking them up and down.

“You guys are going out? I thought you were tired. Why aren’t Emily and I going to?”

“Leave them alone,” Emily called from inside the room.

“But Em look at them,” Penelope sulked as Emily came to the door, “They are so pretty.”

“Thanks, Pen,” Elle said and JJ just smiled at her, “We are just grabbing dinner, nothing fancy.”

“Nothing fancy? Sunshine have you seen what you’re both wearing?” Penelope pushed her glasses onto her face which had begun to fall down.

“What’s with the interrogating today?” Elle groaned, “We’ve got a reservation,” she placed her hand on the small of JJ’s back and they both walked in the direction of the elevator.

“They’re cute,” Emily shrugged.

“Do think she’s mad at me?” Penelope frowned.

“No, but you have been particularly stalker-y today, I know you just want them to be happy but you’re a gossip Pen. If they are together and haven���t told us there is obviously a reason.”

“They should trust us, we’re a team.”

“They could be separated if they told Strauss,” Emily said.

“Oh, right then we wouldn’t be a team.”

-

The restaurant Elle had picked was of course Italian, her favourite cuisine. Elle ordered a pasta dish and JJ ordered a pizza and they both shared each other’s food.

“It feels longer than six months,” JJ said.

“It does, I have loved every day a little bit more for the last six months,” Elle reached across the table holding her hand.

“They definitely know,” JJ said.

“I think we are going to have to say something after this case.”

“I love what we have with each other I wasn’t ready to share it yet,” JJ frowns.

“We don’t have to confirm anything yet if you aren’t ready.”

“But it’s silly not to it’s obvious they know.”

Elle just nodded running her fingertips on her hand.

The women finished dinner and headed back to the hotel hand in hand only letting each other go when they entered the hotel lobby. On the opposite side of the reception was a small bar area.

“Drink?” Elle asked JJ pointing over at the bar.

“Just one,” JJ smiled, “I want to take you back to our room,” she whispered.

Elle smirked, "Let's be quick then."

“I’m just going to the bathroom,” JJ said after they got their drinks leaving a discreet kiss on Elle’s cheek since Derek was across the bar flirting with two different women. “I’ll be two minutes don’t miss me too much,” She grabbed the key card and flashed her a smile before walking away, Elle watching her until she disappeared into the elevator.

“Is she good?”

“Excuse me?” Elle said turning to face the stool beside her where JJ was once sitting, the seat now taken by Derek.

“I know you and JJ are sleeping together baby girl,” Derek smirked.

“Who I sleep with is none of your business,” Elle sipped on her drink.

“You know who I sleep with,” Derek shrugged, “We are friends.”

Elle sighed, “Because you tell me, Derek.”

“You used to tell me everything.”

“Some things have to be kept a secret. If my partner doesn’t want to share something I will respect that.”

“So she’s your girlfriend?” Derek smiled, “Elle I want you to be happy if JJ makes you happy then that’s great.”

Elle mumbles, “Yes she makes me happy, please don’t tell anyone else now go away before she comes back.”

Derek stands up and kisses the top of Elle’s head, “I’m proud of you Elle.”

A few tears pricked in her eyes as she got up from the stool wrapping her arms around his stomach and burying her head in his neck a couple of the tears falling. No one had said that to her in a while but it was always him who reminded her, “I love you Supervisory Special Agent Derek Morgan,” she grinned at him when she looked up.

“I love you, Elle,” He rubbed his hand up and down her back.

“What’s going on? Is he your boyfriend?” The woman Derek had been talking to at the bar asked Elle.

She wiped her tears and laughed, “No he’s not my boyfriend, we are friends.”

“You better not be one of those steal-my-man friends,” she glared threatening Elle.

“Woah woah, settle down. Elle’s a lesbian,” Derek spoke to the woman.

“No, I’m not?” Elle replied.

“You’re not?” Derek asked.

“No… I don’t think so? I guess maybe I am.” Elle shrugged she never exactly labeled anything she just knew she liked women, “Whatever, I have a girlfriend I don’t want ‘your man’,” Elle rolled her eyes sitting back down just before JJ came back.

“Can we take our drinks to our room?” Elle asked the bartender.

He nodded in response.

“Care to join me?” Elle spoke in a husky voice to JJ.

“Oh, I’m so coming,” JJ smiled.

The women went back to their room with their drinks. Elle really needed to sleep with the lack of sleep from the night before and it was very likely they’d have to catch the killer tomorrow she needed sleep, and she needed to be on her A-game but she wanted more than anything to pleasure her girlfriend and take a warm bath with her.

“Bath?” Elle asked as they entered the room.

“Please baby,” JJ smiled Elle took such good care of her.

Elle ran them a warm bath it wasn’t as nice as the ones they’d have at her apartment with candles and lavender bubble bath but it was something. She clipped her hair up and slipped her dress off hanging it on the back of the bathroom door.

“Jay, it’s ready will you bring my drink through babe,” Elle called out.

JJ didn’t answer she just waltzed in a few minutes later having taken most of her clothes off in the bedroom with each of their cocktails in hand.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Elle said from the bath.

JJ took off all she was left in which was just her underwear, and climbed into the tub sitting in between Elle’s legs, her back against Elle’s chest.

Elle placed a kiss on JJ’s shoulder before moving all of her girlfriend’s light blonde hair over to one side so she’d have access to massage the woman’s shoulders.

JJ moaned, Elle was good at massages especially because she always knew where JJ was most tense in her shoulders and always hit the right spots.

Elle worked her way down her back as best she could considering how close to each other they were to one another.

JJ’s eyes were closed enjoying the feeling that Elle gave her. Her soft breaths made the brunette smile. She moved her hands to JJ’s thighs her thumbs pressing on the inside of her thighs as she massaged.

“Oh baby,” JJ let out a sigh of pleasure.

“Tell me I make you feel good Jay,” Elle whispered into her ear.

“You know you make me feel good, better than anyone ever has,” JJ replied.

Elle’s hands travelled further up on her thighs, “Keep going princess,” she ran her fingertips closer to her centre.

JJ’s breathing pattern began to change the more Elle was turning her on, “No one has ever touched me like you do Elle you make me come so fast.”

Elle’s lips found the side of JJ’s neck, “That’s right baby you deserve to be loved like that.”

“Thank you,” JJ’s voice trembled a little. Elle was intimidating and she wasn’t used to doing things like this before Elle she never would have said anything like that to anyone but she could see how much it turned the older woman on so she was always happy to do it for her.

Elle’s fingers found her centre, she was gentle and loving as she lightly ran her fingertips over her mound.

JJ moaned quietly, “That feels nice, Elle.”

“Good,” Elle slowly dragged her fingers in circles over her clit leaving kisses on her shoulder and neck at the same time.

Every so often Elle would circle JJ’s entrance with one finger but never push it in fully it was purely for the purpose of teasing the younger woman.

She kept at what she doing until it pushed JJ over the edge. The woman breathless and moaning softly finished gripping Elle’s arm.

“You were so good baby,” Elle tipped her head back and kissed her lips.

“But now we have to get out,” JJ pouted, “This always happens.”

“We can go in the shower,” Elle stood from the bath and climbed out before helping her girlfriend up and out with her legs still shaking a little.

Everyone was awake early the next morning to finish up and case and get back to Quantico before the afternoon. The case was closed by 11 am. The killer was shot in the field after he had lunged at Elle and Spencer with a knife.

Elle was trying to avoid JJ, not in a bad way just in an ‘I need some personal space way’ Derek had told her what happened in the field minus the part that the man had nicked a small cut on Elles's arm before he was shot down. She could easily hide the small bandage under her long-sleeved shirt but JJ was still upset that Elle was in danger today and she therefore didn’t want to leave her alone for a second.

On the plane, Elle had taken a seat on the long sofa, she would go to sleep soon but in roughly an hour she had to just check the cut.

JJ sat next to Elle almost on her lap and in the process leant on her arm.

“Ouch! fucking hell,” Elle rolled her eyes moving away from JJ a fraction.

“Ouch? What happened?” JJ grabbed Elle's arm lightly and tugged the sleeve of Elle’s top up to reveal the bandage with a small blood stain, “Explain.”

“It’s not that bad, when we caught the unsub, Derek told you he came towards Spencer and me with a knife but he didn’t tell you that the knife nicked me before he was shot, but it was only a scrape,” Elle said shrugging it off.

“Baby,” JJ whispered so no one else on the plane would hear the nickname, “Why didn’t you tell me?” She frowned.

“You were already so clingy Jay I just didn’t want to worry you more.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t like you being in danger or getting hurt.”

“I know,” Elle really wanted to throw a pet name on the end of that but Hotch was close by now at the kitchenette next to the sofa. She patted her lap and JJ laid her head down.

The brunette's fingers tangled into the blonde hair soothing her girlfriend while JJ’s fingers played with the hem of Elle’s shirt. It was a rather intimate moment for them despite the team being close by.

Penelope groaned, “Just tell everyone you’re dating!”

Elle glared at Derek her fingers coming to a standstill in JJ’s hair almost like she’d froze.

“What? I didn’t say anything,” Derek folded his arms.

“You knew something?!” Penelope’s mouth dropped open as she turned to Derek, “You’re a traitor Derek Morgan.”

JJ sat up leaning closer to Elle whispering in her ear, “Just tell them, we will deal with anything Hotch says later.”

Elle offered her a weak smile bringing her hands to her lips, “Yes, JJ and I are dating. We’ve been together for a while but we wanted to keep it a secret so it wouldn’t affect work.”

“How long?” Aaron asked his face remaining straight, not showing whether he was happy for them or angry at them.

“Half a year,” Elle replied.

“Seriously that long?” Penelope gasped, “Oh my babies I love you both so so much.”

JJ laughed, “It really doesn’t feel like that long but at the same time it feels like longer, we love you too Pen.”

Penelope hugged both of them tightly, “This must be why you both glow like the sunshine you’re both so happy and shiny.”

“Do you live together? I see you leave together sometime,” Emily asked suddenly rather interested in how she missed this.

JJ shook her head, “Not yet.”

Elle smiled edging closer to JJ. She leaned her head down and placed a small kiss on her shoulder.

“We will talk when we get back,” Gideon pointed at them and Hotch.

“Yes Dad,” Elle grinned. Elle called him dad so much now that Jason doesn’t even bother correcting her anymore.

JJ’s eyes landed on Spencer in the corner of the play his face scrunched in confusion, something that didn’t happen often, “What’s wrong Spence?”

“I was so sure Elle had a boyfriend.”

“Spencer, are you okay with me having a girlfriend?” Elle raised an eyebrow.

“Of course!” He said quickly, “I think I’m the same as you.. or similar? But I’m never wrong that’s the problem.”

“Man you probably just don’t pick up on how Elle stares at the ladies, no need to worry,” Derek laughed.

Elle rolled her eyes at Derek, “What do you mean you’re the same as me, Spence?”

“Oh,” his face flushed red.

“It’s fine we will talk later. Don’t think too much about it you’ll always be a genius.”

The rest of the flight, Hotch, Gideon and Rossi stared intensely at piles of paperwork they needed to fill out, Derek tried teasing Spencer to get him talking about what he had started to tell Elle, and Emily did sudokus with a coffee in her hand, Penelope drew kittens, rainbows and a few hearts with a ship name she had created for her friends inside and Elle and JJ cuddled against each other on the planes sofa, dozing off a few times.

Aaron, Dave and Jason waited in the office for Elle and JJ, they agreed to come through once everyone had gone home so as not to cause as much attention.

Once they had left, Elle and JJ went up the steps to the office. Elle’s hand was placed on JJ’s lower back as they went. The brunette held the door open while JJ walked inside, herself following close behind.

“I would like to start by saying, neither JJ nor I want to be moved. Our relationship hasn’t been a problem thus far and it will continue to not be a problem,” Elle said folding her arms.

“I understand Elle but you both should have come to me when this was starting up.”

“Then on your records, you pretend this is the start, no one besides us or the rest of the team will know otherwise,” Elle suggested.

“That would make sense,” JJ added.

“We will discuss it tonight, both of you go home. Talk about it together and if you want to continue with your relationship then you’ll have paperwork to sign first thing tomorrow,” Hotch said taking a seat behind his desk.

“Well I hope she wants to continue our relationship it’s been six months already,” Elle laughed looking down at JJ.

JJ looked up into her eyes, “Of course I do.”

“That’s sorted then we will be happy to sign your papers tomorrow,” Elle said before she and JJ headed for the door.

“And Elle,” Gideon called, “I’m glad JJ makes you happy.”

Elle smiled before Rossi added, “We are all happy for the both of you.”

[spencerreidswhore187]

Checkmate (The Final Part)

By @spencerreidswhore187 for @sackofpissandshit (who has been harassing me for this fic all week)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five

Summary: Spencer finds out that reader is not who he thought they were. (Lots of angst)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Unsub (g!n) Reader

Word Count: 3.1K

TW: Death, kidnapping, mentions of assault, blood, strong-ish language, mentions of suicide, mentions of self-harm, severing of a limb, fire.

A/N: Hi! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented, reblogged and followed Checkmate, it means the world to me. Sorry this has taken me a while to write, a fun fact about me is I currently have a kidney infection - my doctor told me this on the one year anniversary of my last kidney infection. Anyway, enjoy me, an extremely British person trying (and failing) to be American.

P.S. There is a Star Trek reference in this that killed me to write.

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It was a foolish thing to fall in love with hope. Hope was dangerous. Hope was irresistible. Hope would inevitably kill you. 

You had hoped you'd survive this but knew it was impossible; as you ran, you felt it die - that spark, your soul. There was no Y/N, not anymore. Only the Phantom Menace remained.

Y/N will not be able to save Spencer, but the Phantom Menace could. 

You hated that name (not that it mattered) you had no say in it. You were a ghost Ben had told you, a monster. You needed a name that mirrored that. 

You were like a shadow all those years ago. You disguised yourself in the dark, letting gloom envelop you. You felt safe when you became the ghost. 

It was like you did not exist. All your problems went away and you allowed yourself to be someone else - something else. You had scaled the coarse brick wall of a manor house dreaming of your future. When you silently slipped through the window, you thought about love. 

It was unbecoming to believe a person could ever fall in love with someone like you - a killer, the creature that lurked under children’s beds, haunting their nightmares. 

Still, your mind chased the foolish fantasy. 

Love was what let you dissociate. Love was what let you drag a blade along a stranger’s neck. And, when you returned like clockwork to the Ivylands without a drop of crimson blood on you, you would walk alone through the woods to the cabin by the lake.

You had been instructed to go there after every mission. 

Ben would stroke your hair, calling you beautiful and shower you with praise. Once upon a time, you thought that was what love was...you knew better now. Thanks to Spencer.

Spencer was your everything and you would not let yourself lose him. 

That meant killing the gentle thing you’d become. You wished it was harder than it was to do so. 

“Left,” you murmured, heading to the cabin was like listening to your old favourite song: it had been so long, yet, you still knew every single word.

You knew this is where Beth had taken Spencer; She hated that place. She wasn’t like you, Ben’s rare, kind words did not fill her with life - they made her sick, they made her angry. You used to wish you were more like her: she was confident and proud, not some kid who did whatever was asked of them. Still, Beth would wipe away your tear after every kill. “Never let him see you hurting,” she would make you promise “because even if Ben tells you he feels bad for what he did, I need you to know that deep down he has a sadistic smile knowing he broke you. Don’t let him break you, Mouse.” 

Ben never saw you cry, not until he killed Beth. He laughed at his pretty little murderer as tears streamed down your cheeks. You stopped feeling that day - you became numb. That is, until, him. 

Spencer made your heart start beating again. 

At last, you stopped running. The cabin was ancient, constructed of rotting moss-stained wood. You had no idea how after all this time, it was still standing. 

The porch groaned as you hesitantly approached the door; you gripped the brass handle and twisted it. Your hands were shaking. 

It was useless trying to be discrete. Beth knew you were coming, she likely knew you were already here.

The door screeched as it opened, though, you could barely hear it - your heart was pounding in your ears. 

Nothing prepared you for the sight of Dr Spencer Reid handcuffed, sitting crossed-legged on the floor, with Beth aiming a gun at him. 

Beth had a warm smile plastered on her face as you walked through the threshold, “Hello, Mouse.” 

You hated the nostalgia that stupid nickname made you feel. All the others had called you that behind your back, you used to pretend like you didn’t hear. You like it when Beth said it, though. 

It made you feel special.

Not anymore.

You raised your gun at her, “Let him go.” You kept your gaze focused on her, not allowing it to slip back to Spencer, who you could see watching you out of your peripheral.

Part of you was shocked that he didn’t grimace at your appearance; blood and mud coated your entire body. But Spencer wasn’t like that, it did not matter who you were or what you looked like, to him you would always be the most beautiful person in the world. Sometimes, when he held you under the covers of your bed, whispering sweet nothings, you would believe him. 

“Put the gun down, Y/N,” Beth ordered. She pushed it against Spencer’s temple. 

You could hear Spencer’s rapid breathing. You didn’t let it distract you. Instead, you took a step closer to them. 

Beth didn’t like that. “Don’t fucking test me, Mouse. I will kill him.”

“No,” your voice was confident, steady, even, the Phantom Menace was talking now, “you won’t.”

You cocked the gun and fired without hesitation. 

Beth’s wicked cackle flooded the room as you missed, shattering the window behind her.

Shards of glass scattered across the floor, distracting you. Your idiotic mistake allowed Beth to steal your gun. 

You focused on Spencer’s hazel eyes as she roughly pulled your hands behind your back. As you felt the cool metal of handcuffs around your wrists, you mouthed to Spencer: “It’s okay.” 

Beth grabbed your hair, using it to pull you to the floor. You didn’t even wince as you fell onto a pile of jagged glass, you watched Spencer rapidly search you for open wounds. 

You sat opposite him as Beth sat down at the dining room table. She raised her gun again. 

“I have some questions for the two of you,” she taunted. “You are both going to do whatever I say, correct?”

Neither of you answered. This angered Beth; she fired the pistol twice, a few metres from where you lay. “Correct?” She repeated.

Spencer replied instantly, “Yes.”

You refused to look at Beth, “yes,” you muttered.

“Wonderful,” she laughed, “Checkmate.”

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When the unknown number started calling, Penelope Garcia was already on the phone. 

“Pen, Penelope. I need you to calm down okay?” Emily tried to reassure her.

“I don’t - I can’t breathe. Oh my god Luke. Emily! Please, I don’t know what to do. First Spencer and now my newbie? I-”

“He’s alive, Penelope. Y/N didn’t kill him, she missed his heart. Luke is on his way to the hospital, and Rossi and I are on our way back to headquarters.”

“I don’t understand, Emily, you saw Y/N L/N try and stop the bleeding?” 

“Yes?”

“Then how do you they shot him?”

“No one else was with them and Spencer is gone. I can’t explain why they did it. We know they poisoned and then tried to save Reid, perhaps they have a saviour complex…what is that ringing?”

Garcia spun around in her chair, reaching for her work phone.

“Some unknown number keeps calling.”

Emily’s voice filtered through the mobile instantly, “answer it. Now,” she ordered.

“…you don’t think it’s-”

“I do.”

Penelope answered immediately, placing her other phone on her desk. 

“Is this Agent Penelope Garcia of the BAU?” Asked a distorted voice.

Penelope replied anxiously, “Speaking.”

“I have something you might like to see.” The call disconnected as a hyperlink came through on her computer. 

Rossi and Emily entered the room as soon as Garcia clicked on the link. 

“What on earth…” She gasped.

A live video appeared on the screen showing Y/N and Reid both handcuffed, sat on a wooden floor.  

“Someone tell JJ to look for a log cabin. Immediately.” Instructed Emily. 

“Dr Reid,” a voice from offscreen purred, “why don’t you go first? Tell your dear girlfriend about Meave.” 

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Meave. You recognised that name but for the life of you could not figure out why. 

“Ignore her,” you pleaded.

Beth scoffed, making a show of cocking the gun, “wrong answer. Try again.”

Spencer inhaled deeply. “Meave died because of me.”

“You can do better than that, Reid.”

“She, um, was my girlfriend. She was being stalked by this girl Diane Turner. It was a murder-suicide.” 

“Don’t forget to tell our Y/N when this was,” Beth taunted. 

“N-nearly four years ago.”

Right before he met you. The grave you realised. It all made so much sense. She was why Spencer was in the cemetery, Meave was who he was coming to see. 

You could tell Beth wanted to make you jealous but you felt nothing at all. Your heart broke a little for Spence, you could see why he lied about being a doctor. 

If Beth was irritated by your silence, you couldn’t tell. “Your turn Mouse!” She sang, “If you answer honestly then you can ask me a question.”

You closed your eyes briefly, already knowing what she was going to ask.

“Who’s August?” 

“No,” you whispered.

Her hand slapped your cheek with a powerful force. You weren’t surprised, Ben had taught you how to inflict pain oh so well. 

“Who. Is. August.” She repeated. 

You corrected, “Was. Who was August.” You regretted ever telling Beth about them. 

You fidgeted against the restraints. “August was the first person I loved. They were kind and caring and I killed them anyway.” You turned your head towards Beth, “How did you survive?”

“Are you sure that’s what you want to ask? It’s such a boring question.” 

“Answer it then.” Beth rolled her eyes. 

“The fucking bastard missed my heart when he shot me. Just like I missed SSA Luke Alvez’s. Ben’s assistants through my body into an open grave and left me there, didn’t even bother to check my pulse,” she sniffed, “Your turn again, Reid. What was it that you purchased last week when you pretended to be sick to avoid going to work?”

Spencer turned slightly, staring right at you as he said it.

“An engagement ring.”

“Spence…” You breathed.

Beth was beaming. Spencer looked like he was going to throw up. 

“It was a really beautiful ring, Mouse, so simple, so plain. Just like you,” she teased. 

“Why are you doing this?” 

Beth kissed her teeth, “It’s not your turn, honey. Now, explain why you poisoned your precious boyfriend, or, better yet, pretended to be his wife when you called for an ambulance.” 

“I don’t know why,” you lied.

“Yes, you do!” Spencer couldn’t breathe. “It’s because you do whatever your master, Ben, tells you.” Shouted Beth.

“Then it’s a good thing you killed him,” you spat. 

You repeated your earlier question. “Why are you doing this.”

Making sure Beth was distracted, you slowly, discretely, reached for the jagged shard of glass on the left of your right hand. 

“It’s not fair,” she seethed, “I trusted you and you fell in love with one of them. You hated police officers, remember? They are the reasons we became monsters! If they hadn’t stopped looking for us, we never would have ended up here, in this house, in this cabin. If-if it wasn’t for them, my family would still be alive.” 

You grasped the glass shard tightly, blood trickling down your palm. 

“If my family has to be dead, then so does yours. There’s only one person you care about…him.” Beth gestured at him with the gun. 

“Last question before I kill you both-”

“Y/N,” Spencer edged towards you.

“Enough, pig. Do you love them?” Beth tapped the gun against his head. 

Spencer didn’t bother hiding the truth, if you were both going to die, he needed you to know. He looked into your eyes, Spencer would happily drown in the [your eye colour] of your eyes. “I love you,” He vowed. 

“Even now? She is a murderer, after all, the very thing you’re hired to destroy.” 

“You are the knife I turn inside myself; that is love. That, my dear, is love.” He quoted. 

 Spencer must have read Kafka’s ‘Letters to Milena’ a thousand times since you met, every time he opened the cover of the novel, he was brought back to the day he met the love of his life. 

“You are poetry material, Spence; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.” Immediately you were engulfed by pain, you pressed the glass shard against the base of your pinky finger and pushed and pushed. You tried your hardest to keep your breathing steady when finally you severed the finger. 

You saw Spencer notice the blood pooling behind you. You subtly shook your head as he opened his mouth to protest. Angling your hand just right, you were able to agonisingly force your hand out of one of the cuffs. 

Beth slowly walked towards you, “Well wasn’t that romantic. Oh, wait, I mean pathetic.” 

Without hesitation, you tackled her to the ground, reaching for the gun in her hand. 

“Y/N!” You heard Spencer cry as Beth’s elbow collided with your chin. You were blinded by pain but that did not matter, you needed that weapon. You notice a small triangle of glass to your right, you reached for it and plunged it into Beth’s side. 

Beth screamed, immediately reaching to pull the glass out. This allowed you to capture the gun.

How the tables turn, you thought, as you pressed the barrel against her temple.

“Spencer,” you instructed slowly, “go.”

He stood up and took one step towards you, “Spence, please,” your voice cracked, “I need you to go.”

“I’m not going to leave you Y/N.” 

“Please, Spence.”

“Y/N-”

“I love you. Promise me you’ll run as fast as you can. Don’t turn back. I’ll be right behind you.” You both knew it was a lie. 

Beth squirmed in your grasp. 

“You’ll be right behind me?”

“Scout’s honour.” You did the Vulcan salute for good measure. 

You made sure to drink Spencer in one more time, he was so beautiful. You wished you could have told him more. 

Spencer turned back around one last time before leaving. 

“You lied.” Beth gave a cold, wet laugh - blood dribbled down her chin. “Neither of us is getting out of this alive.”

You stood up, brushing the dirt off you. Your hand was throbbing. “Did Ben seriously not remember you?”

Beth looked at you, face painted with confusion. 

“Power of hair dye, I guess.” You shrugged. 

Beth remained on the soiled ground as you walked towards the set of drawers. You rummaged through the mess till you found what you were looking for. Tentatively, you pulled one out of the box, dragging it along the side.

“You’re crazy,” Beth breathed. 

You held the match near your face, examining the orange flame. 

“Checkmate,” you mocked as you let go. 

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Spencer ran and ran and ran. If he stopped it became too real. He refused to believe it. He kept running through the woods until he collided with someone else. 

“Spencer!” Exclaimed JJ, pulling him in for a hug. Spencer rested his head on her shoulder, he couldn’t help the sobs that escaped him. “It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay,” JJ soothed, rubbing his back. 

“I have to go back,” Spencer whispered into her shoulder. “I need to help them, they-”

“Spencer,” Tara said slowly, gently, “what do you mean?”

“Spencer pushed away from JJ and started explaining “They’re still…no. No. NO!”

He turned around and watch the melancholy smoke rise, dancing above the horizon. The amber flames taunted him, reaching for the stars in the distance. 

Spencer thought he knew heartbreak…it felt nothing like this. Pain didn’t do this feeling justice. He felt like he was dying. 

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It had been a week since you died; Spencer had only left the headquarters once. 

The team had tried to coax him away from the reports but it was to no avail. Something was wrong, he was sure of it. You couldn’t be dead. You couldn’t. 

Emily had shown Spencer the footage from the live stream with Beth in hopes it would give him closure, it just made it worst. He replayed the last five seconds of the clip again and again. 

There was something malicious, something cunning, about the way you stared at the camera as you dropped the match. 

It was like you knew it was there all along. 

“Reid…” Emily tried, but Spencer ignored her. She didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but you.

Your funeral was the day before. No one went but Spence. 

He had traced your name in the granite on your gravestone where Y/N Reid was engraved. He knew you hated your last name. He held his treasured copy of Letters to Milena and spoke for the first time in days: “If a million loved you, I am one of them, and if one loved you, it was me, and if no one loved you then know that I am dead.” He left the novel, along with his broken heart and shattered soul, at the grave. 

Spencer reached for the fire report once again. 

He had memorised every word but still, he would read it again and again until he found whatever it was Spencer was looking for. 

He ran a long, thin finger along the printed words.

Two bodies had been found in the ruins of the cabin. Both were too burnt to be identifiable, not that it could have been anyone else other than Beth Gallagher and Y/N L/N. One body had a deep cut on the left side of their stomach and the other was covered in shallow cuts. Other than that, no wounds. No wounds, Spencer repeated to himself, both bodies had all ten fingers and all ten toes. 

No..it couldn’t be possible.

But Spencer knew what he saw, the memory was tattooed on his brain. He watched you cut your finger off. 

You were alive.

A/N: Thank you for reading! This is the final part of the Checkmate series (sorry for the cliffhanger) I hope you enjoyed it. I did write an epilogue in addition to this part but I'm not sure whether I'm going to post it or not ◡̈

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The Bunker - Criminal Minds

Chapter 1: The Bunker

Summary: Spencer Reid wakes up in a locked bunker to find half the current BAU and two of its departed members unconscious on the floor. The old team is back together but the reunion is not what any of them would have wished for. An Unsub from their past has decided it's time they all stop keeping secrets, even if it means exposing them by force.

Hotch and Derek have been pulled back into a world they tried to escape. Emily, Rossi, and JJ are doing their best to keep it together. Spencer is falling apart.

AKA a found family is reunited and forced to go through the most nightmarish version of family therapy imaginable.

Set months after the end of Criminal Minds: Evolution. Evolution referenced, but not necessary to understand the story.

Read chapter 1 on AO3 or under the cut. All comments and reblogs are so appreciated <3

Chapter 2 link

Spencer cracked his eyes open, flinching from the white fluorescent light and blinking hard against the groggy, dull ache in his head.

His mouth was dry, body heavy. A familiar wake up. He reached his hand out blindly for the relief waiting on his bedside table.

No- wait.  

His lights are all yellow toned filament bulbs, not white fluorescents.

The smell was wrong. The dull electrical buzz in the air was louder, pitched higher.

His eyes shot open wide and he scrambled to his feet.

This wasn’t home.

He surveyed his surroundings, fighting the wave of dizziness that came with standing too abruptly.

“Oh no,” he said out loud. “Nonononono…”

The room was large and square and made entirely of concrete. Up the top a small vent, too high to reach and too small for a person to fit into. A heavy door with a double walled chamber for someone to put things into without having to interact with the person on the other side. The kind you would find in a maximum-security prison cell. The whole room felt like a prison cell, a place he’d hoped to never be again. At the back of the room a small en-suit that was completely stripped bare but for a metal toilet with no seat and a sink that was bolted into the wall. There was a door that could be shut, but there was a gap under it and a hole where a doorknob had clearly been removed.

A camera. There on the roof, drilled in and protected by a plexiglass dome, blinking its little red light at him. He stared at it for a moment, then closed his eyes.

He slowed his breathing. Now was not the time to fall apart. Not now. Not yet.

Not when there were 5 of his friends prone on the ground around him, unconscious as he had been only moments ago.

Each was laid out on a thin foam mattress, the kind with no seams or springs that could be fashioned into tools.

His first stop was the door. He knew before he tried it that it wasn’t going to open, but he had to make sure. As soon as that was confirmed, he turned his attention to the people in the room with him.

He rushed over to Emily first, rolling her onto her side and checking her pulse. It was slow, but steady. He looked around at the rest of them, noting the gentle rise and fall of their chests. All alive. He sighed audibly, clasping his hands together in thanks and relief for a split second before turning back to Emily.

He gently shook her, putting his hand on her cheek in what he hoped was a comforting way. His hands were shaking. He wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the comedown. “Emily," he said gently. “Emily, it’s me, Spencer. Wake up Emily.”

After a few more repetitions her eyes fluttered, then opened. She looked up at him hazily. “Spencer?”

“Hi,” he said sadly, knowing there were only a second left until she realized the danger they were in and wanting to let her experience that second in peace.

She glanced behind him where JJ lay unconscious. He looked at her pupils. They were constricted, confirming his suspicions.

“Oh my god,” Emily gasped, her hand reaching up to clutch his shoulder. She leveraged herself against him to drag her way up into a sitting position. She rubbed at her eyes blearily, then opened them again and cast them around the entire room. “Fuck,” she breathed.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

Her eyes snapped back to him. “Are you alright?” she asked urgently, looking him over. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” he assured her. “And I don’t know. I woke up a minute ago. I don’t remember how I got here. I think we were all drugged.”

She hummed in agreement. “Last thing I remember I was outside my apartment on the way home from the gym. I still feel a little out of it. God, Spencer, you look awful,” she said, putting a hand over his. “What did they do to you?”

“Same thing as you, most likely.” He looked away. “Emily, that’s Hotch over there,” he deflected. “And Derek.”

Emily looked to where he was pointing. Her expression was solemn, professionalism kicking in even in these dire circumstances. “Yeah. And no sign of Tara, Matt, or Luke. And no Penelope, thank God. Whoever did this, they’ve got a grudge against us that predates the others joining the BAU. Someone who met all of us but never had direct interaction with Penelope. This is good. If the others are free, they’ll find us.”

Spencer nodded in agreement. “This is someone with the skill to find Hotch in witness protection. If he wasn’t dead, I would have said it was Scratch. The logistics of kidnapping 6 highly trained federal agents takes an enormous amount of planning and ability. There are only handful of people we’ve encountered with the capacity to pull something like this off.”

She rubbed at her temples. Her eyes were losing the glassy sheen as the adrenaline counteracted the effects of the drugs. “I assume you tried the door?” He nodded. “I guess we should wake the others.”

No sooner than she said it, JJ stirred. They both crawled over to her. Her wake up process went much the same as Emily’s, but for the fact that the first thing she asked about was if her children were safe, before she’d come to enough to realize they had no way of knowing.

“Whoever this is likely targeted you while you were alone,” Spencer assured her. “It’s much safer to take a victim without witnesses, especially a victim who is trained to defend themselves and needs to be physically incapacitated.”

Next, they woke Rossi, who responded immediately by swearing up a storm and threatening to rip the head off whoever was responsible for this.

“Hey, Dave, it’s okay,” said JJ in a calming voice, even as she looked about to cry. “There’s nobody in here but us.”

He breathed. He nodded. He cursed again. He nodded again.

“At least I’m not alone this time,” he said with a world weariness that Spencer felt in his gut.

They had all been in situations like this before, but Rossi was barely recovered from the last time only a few months ago. Spencer still regret so deeply that he wasn’t there to help with Elias Voit.

“No, you’re not alone,” agreed Emily emphatically. “On that note, look who else is here,” she said.

“God fucking dammit,” cursed Rossi as his eyes swept over Derek and landed on Hotch.

Seeing Derek there was upsetting, but it wasn’t as jarring as Hotch’s presence. Derek still came along to the occasional social event, though less and less recently, as he was busy with the birth of his second child. Spencer personally still saw him once a month or so, though the past year their contact had been more limited to phone calls. They were all dreading having to watch him learn he’d been pulled into this nightmare, but if nothing else they could offer him the comfort of familiarity and camaraderie.

But Hotch… none of them had heard so much as a whisper from him in years. When he disappeared, he did so completely. It’s the kind of thing that would have wounded Spencer deeply under any other circumstances, but after everything Daniel Lewis aka Mr Scratch had put him through, he only ever hoped that Hotch had found every semblance of peace that life could give him. He’d missed him badly at times, but he would have rather they never meet again than have to meet like this.

They decided to wake Derek first.           

Rossi nearly got a fist in the face before Derek pieced together what was happening. Then, he put a fist directly into a concrete wall instead.

“I’m going to regret that when the drugs wear off,” he said sheepishly once he’d calmed down just a bit. “Whatever they dosed us with, they did not skimp. The comedown is gonna suck,” he said, side eyeing Spencer, who pretended not to notice.

The question and answer was the same as with the others. Do you remember anything about who took you? No. Has anyone tried the door? Yes. Derek threw a shoe at the camera for good measure, but of course it just bounced off the plexiglass and landed pathetically on the floor.

The bang of it hitting the concrete was enough to make Hotch finally stir. They all turned to face him, staring helplessly.

His hair was longer than Spencer had ever seen it. Still short, but more relaxed, skimming the bottom of his ears and starting to curl a little at the base of his neck. He was still lean, but some of the muscle had been replaced by fat. He looked just a little softer. Healthier. His face was peaceful. Spencer always remembered him looking tense, even in his sleep. His hair was streaked with grey but somehow this was the youngest Spencer had ever seen him look.

He stirred a little more, blinking at last.

Ah, there was the familiar tension creeping its way back across his face.

Rossi was the one who finally knelt down beside him. “Aaron? I’m so sorry my friend,” he said sadly as recognition flashed in Hotch’s eyes.

“I’m dreaming,” came the familiar voice. Spencer had missed that voice more than he'd known.

Hotch closed his eyes tightly, then opened them again. He looked past Rossi at the rest of them. Spencer raised his hand in a polite greeting, then immediately felt like an idiot for doing so.

“I’m not dreaming,” he said, no trace of emotion in his voice.

“I’m afraid not,” Rossi confirmed.

Hotch fixed his eyes on Rossi again, pushing himself up so he was sitting against the wall. He looked like he was staring at a ghost, trying to figure where the projector was. “When did you get so old?” he said, reaching out a hand to Rossi’s face and poking at it.

Rossi grabbed the offending hand and clasped it between both of his. “Careful. You’re no spring chicken yourself,” he joked.

“No,” said Hotch, still expressionless. “Peter Lewis is dead. This isn’t my life anymore. He’s dead. They told me he died. I saw photos of the body.”

Spencer didn’t know that, but judging by Rossi’s lack of surprise, he pieced together that the older man had likely made sure the witness protection people had passed the photos along.

“Scratch is dead,” Rossi confirmed. “Whoever did this, it’s not him.”

“This. Isn’t. Real,” Hotch insisted, the first sign of emotion entering his voice in the form of hysteria as he pulled his hand away from Rossi and scrambled to his feet. “All of you stay away from me!” he yelled, looking at each of them in turn.

JJ grabbed onto Spencer’s arm. He flinched at first, then put an arm around her and gave what he hoped was a comforting squeeze. Derek took a step towards Hotch, but Emily held him back.

Hotch backed into the corner, looking at them like a caged animal. They were all caged animals now, Spencer supposed. An unfortunately familiar role.

“Hotch,” Spencer said, surprising himself by speaking. They all turned to look at him. He couldn’t back away now. “This is real. I’m so sorry this is happening to you, but Penelope and the rest of our team aren’t here, which means they are out there looking for us. I know it doesn’t feel real. We have all been drugged and you are probably still feeling the effects. I’m sorry. I wish it wasn’t real, but it is,” Spencer said kindly but emphatically.

“We’ll get out of this together,” said Emily. “It’s going to be okay.”

Hotch’s eyes were looking just a little clearer.

“Listen man, I know what you’re feeling. I got out, too, remember? I have a family and I don’t know if they’re alright. I’m right here with you. We’re all on your side. Do you believe me?” asked Derek, and this time Emily let him take a step forward.

 Hotch looked around at all of them again. He assessed them carefully. Then, he turned to the corner, putting his back to them and his hand over his face. It was the closest thing he could get to privacy and Spencer was suddenly grateful to have woken up first to process all of this without being watched.

Well, except for the camera.

They all looked at the floor and did their best to give Hotch space. It was almost a full minute before he finally tuned back around.

There was that stoic expression that Spencer remembered. All that youth and peace was gone from his face in an instant. Spencer hoped so badly that it wasn’t gone for good.

“What do we know?” asked Hotch, crossing his arms.

A moment of silence passed and Spencer wondered if the rest of them felt their hearts breaking into pieces at this cruel facsimile of a reunion.

“Why don’t we start with the last thing each of us remembers?” said Emily, stepping up beside Hotch and looking back at the rest of the room, two natural leaders doing what they do best.

Each of them recounted the details they knew before they woke up in this room.

They had been going about their lives, nothing special. The only common thread they could find was that each of them was alone when their memories stopped.

Derek had been at a picnic with his family and the last thing he remembered was leaving to use the park bathroom. Emily on her way back from the gym. JJ heading out to get groceries. Rossi walking home late from a bar.

“I was driving to work,” said Hotch shortly.

“We’re going to need more detail than that if we want to put together a timeline,” prompted Rossi. "Where do you work?"

Hotch pursed his lips. Spencer could see him strategizing in his head. He wasn’t back in their lives by choice. Spencer understood.

He didn’t get it back when Gideon left, but he got it now. Once you let people in the door, it can be impossible to fully extricate them. Hotch’s old life was filled with trauma he was trying to leave behind and the team were living representations of that past. Spencer couldn’t bring himself to be hurt by the other man’s reticence.

“A legal consultancy in a small town in Kentucky,” he said reluctantly, like divulging the smallest part of his personal life meant inviting the entire FBI right back into it.

“That’s an 8 hour drive,” said Derek. “No wonder you were so out of it compared to the rest of us. You must have been dosed multiple times to keep you under that long.”

“I think you’re right,” he said. “I’m still a bit foggy, if I’m being honest,” he admitted quietly. “What about you, Reid?”

Spencer blinked. “I feel fine.”

“No, I mean what’s the last thing you remember?”

Oh. Right. “I went to sleep in my apartment, then I woke up here,” he said honestly. It wasn’t important what he was doing before he went to sleep.

“Since we can be fairly confident whoever this is took Hotch first,” said Emily, “That probably means they got to you last, Spence. They hit all of us in one day. They must have known the BAU had a day off after closing the last case. They would have had to hit us quick to avoid raising alarms.”

“And the fact that we were all grabbed at different times indicates we’re likely dealing with a single Unsub. Someone highly organized and familiar with each of our routines.”

“The Unsub must have been planning this for a long time. Finding someone in witness protection, especially a former profiler, would take an incredible amount of skill or resources,” said Spence. “They stalked us, learned our routines, then used blitz attacks to stop us from being able to fight back.”

It didn’t take long for them to get into the flow. He felt his panic slipping away as his brain shifted into work mode. At some point they all went from standing to sitting in a circle on the floor.

It felt ridiculous to think about, but Spencer couldn't help but be mildly self conscious being the only one of them in his pajamas, as he was taken in his sleep. He was just glad it was a cold night so he'd been wearing nice, full length ones and not boxers and a shirt or something to that affect. Derek, Emily and JJ were all dressed in comfortable day wear. Rossi and Hotch in suits. Hotch was interesting, though. Spencer had rarely seen him outside of a crisp black suit characteristic of an FBI agent. The one he wore now was navy with a striped tie. It looked good on him.

They put together a more detailed timeline and looked back on the past few months of their lives to discuss anything that could have possibly been out of the ordinary.

The more they talked, the less cagey Hotch was about his life. It was strange to learn more about the day to day he had been living in the years since they’d seen him.

None of them talked about their kids or partners beyond a simple acknowledgement of their existence. They were all acutely aware of the camera on the roof. Whoever was doing this didn’t need to know any more about their families than they already did.

Their phones had been taken and none of them had anything to write with, so they were relying on Spencer to catalogue and compile the information in his brain. He did just that, and after a couple hours they had what was likely a fairly reliable timeline, including geographical information.

Whoever was doing this, they were extremely organized, meticulous, and quick. Not one of them saw it coming. None of them could point to any strange interactions they had over the past months, any red flags, any signs of being followed.

When it came time for Spencer to recount the details of the last months of his life, the others stared at him intently. “I haven’t seen you in person in months,” said Derek. “You don’t look so great, pretty boy.”

“I don’t know how to tell you this, but the bunker we’re currently locked in isn’t making the rest of you look at your healthiest, either.”

“You know what I mean,” said Derek with an affectionate eyeroll.

“You know I was doing some classified work for the bureau. That’s why I couldn’t be there for what happened with Voit,” he said with an apologetic look to Rossi, who waved his hand dismissively. They had already been over this when Spencer first got back. He noticed Hotch raise a curious eyebrow. “I can’t talk about the work since we’re currently being recorded,” he said, nodding up at the camera. “Emily knows the details. It was nothing bad, just research that kept me out off the grid for a while. But if the Unsub could find Hotch in witness protection, then it’s possible they could have been tailing me for that long.”

“That finished months ago,” pointed out Emily. “What have you been doing while you’re on sabbatical?”

“A few guest lecture series at Virginia Tech and spending time with my mom, mostly. I just needed a break. I’m sorry I haven’t been around much. I guess I’ve been a bit distracted. I haven’t seen or experienced anything unusual, though.”

“I hope your mom’s doing okay,” said JJ comfortingly, prompting the rest of them to nod sympathetically.

He just nodded back. She was doing fine, honestly, not that he’d been visiting as often as he should. Easier to let them assume she was the reason he had been absent.

“Why are you doing this?” said Hotch, standing up and looking directly at the camera once they realized none of them had any more details to share at this point. “What do you want from us? Tell us what it is and maybe we can give it to you.”

The camera blinked its red light at them, showing no care for their presence.

Hotch sighed. He looked down at them all helplessly. His eyes stopped short on Derek. He knelt down, staring at something on the side of his head. “What?” asked Derek, leaning away in concern at Hotch’s suddenly very close face.

“Hold still,” said Hotch. He waved Emily over, who shuffled round to his side. “Right… there,” he said, hovering a finger just behind Derek’s ear.

Her eyes widened. Hotch looked at her questioningly, then turned his own head and tucked his hair away so that she could see behind his ear.

“You have it too,” she said. She did the same as him and he checked her over. They looked at each other again and he nodded.

They all stared at them expectantly, though Spencer was pretty sure he knew what they were seeing.

“Puncture marks at the top of the neck, just behind the ear,” Emily explained. “That’s where we were injected.”

Spencer, Rossi and JJ all checked each other. Sure enough, same thing.

“That means we were likely attacked from behind,” said Derek.

“Do we know what we were drugged with?” said Hotch, shooting an almost imperceptible glance in Spencer’s direction.

His skin crawled at the way none of them wanted to look at him, to just come right out and say it. He didn’t particularly want to talk about it. Not really. But they always acted like the subject was poison and it made him feel like he had to walk on eggshells too. Like the reality of his life was harder for them to hear than it was for him to live.

“I am fairly confident it was some kind of opioid,” he said, careful to keep the irritation out of his voice.

JJ put her hand on his and he felt the irritation dissipate.

They cared about him. He knew that. It’s not as if they were wrong to worry. They had talked about it a little over the years, but not enough that it had stopped being awkward every time it came up.

“Are you certain?” asked Rossi. “Could have been a tranquilizer.”

“I’m certain,” said Spencer. “Trust me, I know the feeling.”

Derek reached a foot across the circle and bumped it against Spencer’s knee in a supportive gesture, like saying ‘I’m here with you.’ Emily smiled at him softly, reassuringly.

“It could have been cut with something,” pointed out Hotch.

“The totality of the blackout indicates it may have been cut with a sedative of some kind, as a high enough dose of opioids to include that kind of memory loss reliably could be unsafe and none of us are suffering significant enough side effects to indicate that’s the case. Whoever did this knew exactly what dosage to use,” he explained. “But… I am quite sure it was predominantly an opioid.”

Of course he was sure.

“Jesus,” said JJ. “I’m sorry, Spence.”

“I don’t believe in fate but the universe does seem to have a strange way of conspiring to get you high,” deadpanned Emily.

Derek shot her a harsh look, but Spencer cracked a smile. “I think ‘an Unsub made me do it’ is going to start sounding like ‘a dog ate my homework’ to my sponsor,” he joked back, relief washing over him that they weren’t going to dance around it the entire time they were in here. Not that he’d spoken to his sponsor in more than a year. They didn’t need to know that.

The others smiled too. “You’ll be alright, kid,” said Rossi. “If you kept it together after Mexico, you’ll get through this.”

That would have been a comforting statement if not for the fact that it was completely false. It didn’t matter anyway. Penelope and the rest of the team would find them and get them out before any of this became an issue.

Or they wouldn’t. But he couldn’t think about that yet.

A crease sat deep between Hotch’s eyebrows. “Mexico?”

“You don’t know?” said Emily. “I just assumed you were across everything to do with the Scratch case.”

“No,” said Hotch. “I accepted proof of his death and told the liaison I didn’t want to know anything else.”

“It’s complicated,” said Rossi. “There were other players involved, but the short version is Reid was drugged and framed for murder. It wasn’t pretty.”

“We don’t need to go into the details,” said Spencer, oddly embarrassed at the idea of Hotch knowing just how prone to being victimized he apparently still is. He knew it wasn’t rational, given the things that had happened to Hotch and the fact that all of them were in this locked room as victims together.

Hotch looked at him. Spencer couldn’t read his expression at all. Eventually he just nodded and let it drop.

Before any of them could say another word, there was a banging at the door. The hatch on the other side of the door chamber opened.

Derek got to the door first, trying to rip the hatch on their side open. He shouted at the door “What do you want?! Talk to me! Just tell us what you want!”

There was no response.

The only thing they could see was a hand covered in a thick leather glove sliding a piece of paper in. It was a smaller hand than expected.

He continued pulling but the panel didn’t budge until the other one had closed completely. Derek stumbled backwards as the panel suddenly released.

“It’s soundproof,” Spencer said, despairing. “There was no sound of footsteps on the other side.”

Emily grabbed the note from the chamber. They all whipped around to watch her as she read the words aloud.

“Hello, old friends,” she started, all of them frozen in place and hanging off her every word. “I know you are wondering why you are here. It is simple. You dragged my secrets into the light and then put me in a cage. At first I wanted to get revenge. Then I watched you for a long time and I learned all about you and I learned that we are the same. I saw how you are suffering. How you are scared. All hiding. I remember when I had to hide. For so long I hid even from myself. Now, because of you, I am free. Even when I was in a cage, I was free, because I had no secrets anymore.

I want to give you the freedom you gave to me. Soon, you will not have secrets. You will see that in this room you cannot hide and that when there is nothing left to hide, you will be free.”

Emily looked up from the letter, meeting all of their eyes in turn. There was a painful lump in Spencer’s throat.

If he was being honest with himself, he knew it as soon as he woke up in this room and saw them all there. He knew they weren’t going to make it out in time. He knew the Unsub must have watched him closely enough to know what was going on with him. He knew he wasn’t making it out of this without all of them seeing him for exactly who he is.

Now, he thought, might be the time to fall apart.

[ex-coolgirl]

not me thinking of writing a new fic again (for criminal minds this time) when I still haven’t updated my other 2 current fics 😭

got the layout of the characters already… 💀

[911minds]

Inspired by this YouTube short

Rossi: Said it a few times when he was young

Hotch: Never said it

Gideon: Can't, Says it all the time to unsubs ("You killed hundreds all because you mother was a -")

Reid: Can, Never says it... unless to it's to emily

Prentiss: Can, Says it all the time (Unintentionally and intentionally)

JJ: Banned emily from her house for two weeks for saying it in front of herny

Garcia: Never said it

Morgan: Also said it when he was young to fit in

[gigsandshiggles]

thanks pinterest

[your-average-girly]

[asnarkyandironicusername]

Every person has a RomCom, just like a soulmate; I truly believe there is one out there for everyone. To prove this, let me share the recommendations I would give to our favorite profilers

My recommendation for Aaron Hotchner would be Beach Read by Emily Henry. Now, it may sound like a bit of a reach, but I think he would connect with Gus - he had a complicated relationship with his father (which arguably could have led to him pursuing his career to help others) and also has regrets from his younger years. I think he would appreciate the cheesiness of their competition, as he is a competitive person but, around the right people, has no problem laughing a little at himself.

David Rossi would be Love In the Time Of Serial Killers by Alicia Thompson because he could relate to her researching serial killers & how that work, along with personal trauma, shapes our social connections. Also, the love interest is mildly put off by serial killers & notices her self-sabotaging detachment but plans to stick it out with her anyway and he definitely needs the kind of partner who is willing to meet him where he is.

We were robbed of lesbian Emily Prentiss (personally always saw her Bi, but that’s neither here nor there), but I know she won’t even look at a rom-com if it isn’t Sapphic. I know One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston has a home on her bookshelves and would definitely recommend her Mistakes Were Made by Meryl Wilsner.

Derek Morgan is definitely a sports rom-com guy. However, my recommendation for him is actually The Rom-com Agenda by Jayne Denker. I will not be elaborating.

Now, JJ could go one of two ways - She definitely still has a competitive edge so I could see her digging some sports romance, but the real question in my mind is would JJ read a queer romance? I don’t think she would avoid them in a homophobic way, but I definitely could see her going through a phase where she questioned her sexuality, but it made her nervous so she just compartmentalized it and now only reads straight rom-coms OR she was totally comfortable with her sexuality and can actually enjoy a queer rom-com without it stirring up complicated feelings. In this scenario, I’m picking the latter and recommending (despite the cliche of it) Cleat Cute by Meryl Wilsner.

For Spencer Reid, I have three suggestions: Love, Theoretically by Ali Hazelwood and Love In the Time Of Serial Killers by Alicia Thompson and The Seven Year Slip by Ashley Poston. I think his physics inclinations could make Love, Theoretically a good pick, but IDK if there are any inaccuracies. Love In the Time Of Serial Killers is up his alley and deals with a protagonist who seeks academic validation instead of social. The Seven Year Slip only feels like a fit because he’s a Doctor Who fan & it involves time travel & wobbly wobbly stuff.

You know that Penelope Garcia is just gobbling up any and all rom-com with a fistful of popcorn and lots of giggling and feet kicking.

[supercriminalbean]

Dave Rossi fluff

Okay I don’t normally post Work in Progress stuff but hey, here's a small bit of my David Rossi x Male reader.

“Can we ask who Amore is?” Reid asks quietly, the whole table growing silent.

“Amore, was the love of my life” Dave takes a deep breath as he looks into your eyes. 

“What happened to her?” JJ asks gently, watching the emotions swirl across Dave's face.

“He supposedly died in the war” Dave's voice shakes, the tears swelling in his eyes. “But then, almost two years later he knocks on my door” 

“He?” Morgan smiles softly at Dave, everyone states at him quietly, giving him his time.

[the-guilty-writer]

No One Goes Hungry in this Mansion

Request from anon: Rossi x Daughter!Reader where she has been overworking herself and basically forgot to eat so she almost passes out and he cooks for her?🤍

David Rossi x daughter!reader

Summary: It's rare that anyone living in the Rossi household is hungry, but sometimes work gets in the way. When it does, your dad knows exactly how to fix it.

A/N: I have far too much fun writing rossi!daughter... even the slightly angsty ones are so nice and fluffy and sarcastic and I love it so much. I hope you love it too!

CW: reader forgets to eat, not a lot of Italian in this one (sorry), rossi being the best dad

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You sat on the floor of your bedroom with your papers spread out in front of you. Next week there were final exams and to say that you were stressed was an understatement. You had only taken two classes this semester, but you were a TA for a professor that taught three classes and that was far more work. For weeks, you had been running around like a chicken with your head cut off trying to keep up with studying and working at the same time.

“Mio passerotta!” You were so focused on organizing and planning the upcoming week that you hadn’t even heard the sound of the door as your dad enter the house. “I’m home!”

“Ciao, papa!” You called, continuing to work on organizing your notes for a study session you were hosting.

Rossi knocked on your door before entering. He looked around the room. “Why does it look like a tree was murdered?”

You rolled your eyes. “Well you can look around for a weapon or a signature but you won’t find one unless printer ink and pencil count.” You put aside the packet of requirements for the study guide you had to make and shoved another stack of notes- this one for your math final- in a different binder.

“Okay, well it’s already past midnight. You should really be asleep.”

With a furrowed brow you looked up at the clock on your wall- you hadn’t noticed how much time had passed.

“Why did you come home so late? Don’t you guys get off at six on Fridays?” You asked your dad.

“Aaron and I went out after work, just to have fun,” Rossi said.

“Let me guess, you went to a single-dads-in-suits meeting?” You smirked.

Rossi rolled his eyes dramatically. “Actually we were at the country club for their bi-annual whisky tasting night.”

“Ah, so an old and rich single-dads-in-suits meeting.”

Your dad sighed. He couldn’t say anything about your sense of humor- you got it from him after all. “Anyway, I just came to say goodnight.” He placed a gentle kiss on top of your head. “Buona notte.”

“Buona notte, papa,” you replied. He closed the door behind him as he left, allowing you to finish your work in silence.

You sighed and looked at all the things you still had to go through. Rossi was right- you did need sleep. But you also had to get this finished. “After I get this done I will go to bed,” you promised yourself. You also knew it wasn’t going to happen.

---

You woke up to a text from your dad: the team had a case and it looked like they would be gone for a few days. Normally you would be disappointed, seeing as Saturday morning frittata making wouldn’t be happening, but it meant that the mansion would be entirely quiet for 24 hours at the very least which gave you the perfect study environment.

After getting ready for the day, you set your materials up in the living room and got to work. You set off to work through your list one by one in order of priority. Hours into working you managed to put a dent in the tasks you had to do thanks to your dad’s premium coffee maker. You even thought about rewarding yourself with a break after finishing the next chapter in your textbook when you got a call from your friend.

She was in tears, unable to get through one of the problems on the study guide. It was nearly ten o’clock at night, but you agreed to meet her at the library anyway. By the time you left the library your friend was doing far better, though you were exhausted. You grabbed a water bottle and a candy bar from the vending machines, not bothering to look at your phone until you got to your car. It was almost 2 AM. Having put your phone on silent so you didn’t get yelled at by an angry old librarian, you’d missed a midnight text from your dad letting you know the case was going to keep them for at least another day. You sent him a quick text back, telling him to be safe, before driving home.

Not having the energy to walk up the stairs, you made yourself comfortable on the couch for the night. You had one more day of quiet before the week started and things got even more busy, so you decided to allow yourself to sleep a little later than planned- till 8 AM instead of 6 AM. As soon as your alarm was set you were out like a light.

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The case didn’t close until Wednesday morning and due to the weather the jet didn’t land until it was dark outside. It had been a rough one- particularly for the parents on the team- and there was nothing more that David Rossi wanted than to hug his daughter. He was thankful to see your car in the driveway when he arrived home.

“(Y/N)!” he called out when he entered the foyer, dropping his go-bag on the floor.

“In here!” you called back.

“Where’s ‘here’?” He imagined you rolling your eyes at his response, but he knew your voice was coming from the dining room.

You were sitting at the head of the mahogany table, switching between writing something on paper and then going back to your laptop. There were textbooks and binders and papers scattered on the table. It was truly a mess.

“Hi, papa,” you greeted him. After what he’d been through the last five days, he was sure that he would look worse than you, but the bags under your eyes were clear evidence that you hadn’t gotten much sleep and the papers told him you were working far too hard. He didn’t need to be a profiler to determine that. “Sorry for the mess. How was the case?”

“I’m glad it’s over.” He put a hand on your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Your finals should be over too. Weren’t they both on Monday?”

You sighed heavily. “Yes. I did well on both of them. The students in the class I TA for decided to leave all their questions until the last minute and a few people have questions about the classes I took last semester so I’m still working.”

Rossi looked at your weary eyes and pale complexion, then at the table. There wasn’t an empty glass or crumb-covered plate in sight. “Mio passerotta, when was the last time you ate something?”

“I’m not sure,” you admitted. “A few hours ago?” It was more of a question than an answer.

“Why don’t you take a break?” Rossi said. “I was really looking forward to trying a new recipe for our Sunday frittatas.”

You sighed. “Sounds good.” You rose to your feet, feeling dizzy and unsteady. Your face blanched and your dad caught you before you fell.

“Let’s go lay down,” he said quietly. He guided you to the living room and helped you lay down on the couch. “I’ll be right back. Don’t try to get up.”

All you could do was nod and mumble an “Okay” in response. He came back with a bottle of water and helped you take a sip. After a few minutes you were able to down about half the bottle and sit up, but you continued to rest your head against the couch cushions, still feeling ill.

“Are you okay if I go do something?” Rossi asked you.

“Yeah,” you replied, taking a heavy breath.

“I’ll just be in the kitchen. Just yell if you start to feel worse.”

You nodded and your dad left. You could hear him in the kitchen behind you, his shoes against the flooring as he moved around, the refrigerator door opening and closing, the sizzle of something hitting a hot pan on the stove.

You closed your eyes in an effort to get your head to stop spinning, taking a sip of water when you could manage it.

“Okay.” Your dad came back and sat on the edge of the couch, a plate in his hand. “It’s the new recipe, so I don’t know how good it will be.” He set the plate down on your lap. On it was a perfect frittata, complete with leafy greens and vegetables.

You took a small bite of the dish. Like everything your dad cooked, it tasted like something straight out of a five star restaurant in Italy. You sighed happily and took another bite.

“Good?” Rossi asked.

“So good,” you replied. Your dad began eating his own meal, reminding you to take a sip of water every once in a while.

You finished your dish. The color had come back to your face and you were more aware than before.

“Thanks, papa,” you said.

“Of course.” He smiled at you. “You need to stop working so hard.”

You smiled back at him. “I wonder where I got my work ethic from.”

Rossi sighed. “Well, you need to remember to eat something next time. There should be no such thing as hungry in this house.”

"I thought it was a mansion," you said.

"Then no one goes hungry in this mansion."

[forthegoob]

Random thoughts of an unfocused person on season 17 episode 8 :

Are you ready? Because I'm not. I saw photos on CM insta where Emily is on the field and an other where Rossi looks sad. Plus, I read a spoiler on someone said Rossi kiss Jill Gideon.

2 remain. Only 2...

Directed by Zach Gilford. YAY. Oh did you know he played in a Taylor Swift music video ?

WOW BRIDGET VOIT IS HIS WIFE IN REAL LIFE. Okay Era, let the wiki page alone and start the episode. Please.

This is how horror movies begins.

So the old man is probably the creator of the Stuart house. GS-one. To five I guess ? Shivers when the music start.

"Rossi is a vault" JJ... you are right on this one.

I KNEW IT WAS HER ! I WROTE IT ON MY LIST OF PREDICTION! I FUCKING KNEW IT.

Oh Jill... "Hell is paved with good intentions" blablabla. Rossi will be so pissed about it though. So, she is on the list, isn't she ?

So, for now, they know GS-One and GS-five. But what about the other ? And what about the other houses then ? Did they'll keep it for next season ?

But the all, Rossi left because he fall in love with Jason's wife and he can't. "Right person, wrong time". It's bullshit. Don't make us believe he will leave the work of his life, leave his best friend who named his son after him, for such a stupid reason. David Rossi is a loyal man. "I wasn't as emotionally mature". Yeah, sure.

Tara and Rebecca get back together?!

They finally turn the lights on.

And Luke just kick the door open. Morgan's style.

TYLER ? The grey sweater... Oh my... Hello ?

Luke does geo-profile like in the good old days :) I recently start rewatch of CM at the season 12, because I miss Luke. I like the "lonely wolf" style he has, so he made twice as effort to fit in and the team is just so impressed everytime he makes a smart move. Oh yeah of course he knows latin...

Yeah Penelope it's "sexy". Luke is. Luke is smart. We love Luke, Penelope.

Of course Voit finds his lawyer on his network. He have it since years just in case. So he have something on him and that why he can ask him to reach Damian and do shitty work for him.

They talk too much about Jason's cabin to not ended here at some point...

JILL KISSED DAVE. Ok, Jill is dead by the end of the episode, because Dave is cursed.

Jade is somewhere and she'll killed him if he get caught, or Jill. Or both. (I FUCKING KNEW IT bis.)

This episode was good. I'm glad they didn't do "fan service" (but don't get me wrong, I LOVE fan service) on it and we just go straight to the point for once.

[whiskey-bumblebee]

Disorder

Characters: Aaron Hotchner and David Rossi (platonic/professional), no romantic pairing in this one because it's more of a character study :) also hotch is bi <3

Word Count: 1175

Warnings: Homophobia, transphobia, use of outdated LGBTQ+ terminology/slurs (fag, dyke, transvestite, homosexual, fruit) - but within the context of teaching Rossi that these things aren't okay. Starts right under the cut. Also Rossi is kind of OOC but I personally think he's an asshole so.

It's a familiar scene, the team reviewing photographs and case files from the latest case they've been assigned. This time, they're preparing to fly to San Francisco.

Rossi huffed a laugh. "Of course it's San Francisco."

The team largely ignored him, not sure exactly what he's trying to get at, and thinking it's probably better not to ask him to elaborate. Rossi was a helpful part of the team, but sometimes...

"So it seems like the unsub is targeting members of the LGBTQ community," Spencer said slowly. "Does anyone have the file on how the victims knew each other?"

"They all volunteered at a community clinic," Emily responded, sliding the file over the table to Spencer, who scrambles to catch the papers before they slide off the table.

"What did they do there? Anything that might make people angry?" Morgan asked, walking around the table to peer over Spencer's shoulder.

"STI testing, peer counselling, outreach, increasing the accessibility of contraception and medication. Maybe controversial to an out-of-towner, but within San Francisco..." JJ trailed off, shaking her head.

"Maybe someone had a test come back positive? Started taking it out on the staff?" Spencer suggested.

"That makes the profile easy," Rossi said. "The unsub is a sexual deviant, so we look for signs of assault, run a DNA test, case closed."

The team fell silent, avoiding eye contact with each other.

"What makes you think that, Dave?" Hotch piped up.

"Well, all of the victims are homosexuals, so the unsub is likely a homosexual, or some sort of transvestite-"

"David," Aaron interrupted. "That isn't the preferred terminology-"

"Preferred terminology," Rossi threw his hands in the air, exasperated. "What does it matter? Dykes, fags, homosexuals. We know what we're looking for."

Rossi jabbed a finger at one of the victim's pictures.

"Could David and I have the room, please," Hotch said firmly. He crossed his arms. Everyone filtered out quickly, eager to be out of the tense room.

"They," Aaron slipped the photograph out from under Rossi's finger. "-are one of the victims. Not the unsub."

"You know what I'm getting at."

"No, I don't, David. Homosexuality hasn't been included in the DSM since the 1970s. You're being offensive."

"It's deviancy! You can't stand there and tell me that homosexuality is typical behavior." Rossi stood up and walked away from Hotch, turning his back to the taller man.

"It's perfectly acceptable 'behavior'. What if someone on the team was queer, Dave? How do you think that," Aaron gestured around the room, referring to Rossi's outburst. "Would make them feel? Safe?"

Rossi scoffed. "If one of them is a fucking fruit, they shouldn't be working in this unit in the first place."

"Dave," Aaron said, his tone dangerous. He was clearly considering his next move.

"Hotch," Rossi parroted. "What's your problem?"

"My problem," Hotch said, "Is that there's a 'fucking fruit' in the room with you right now. And he just so happens to run this unit."

Rossi shook his head and walked to the door, which someone had wisely closed behind themselves as they left.

"Sit down," Aaron said calmly, although there was a clear edge to his words.

Rossi turned around, walking to stand behind a chair and resting his hands on the back. He held eye contact with Aaron, clearly defying his request.

"Once we're finished, I'm going straight to Strauss' office, and I suspect she'll agree with me that a suspension is in order. Right now, you're going to listen to me."

Rossi's eyes finally dropped to the conference room table. Aaron took advantage of his moment of compliance.

"In the 21st century, we refer to members of the LGBTQ community with the terms they prefer. We do not say homosexual, fruit, or fag. Gay men are gay men, and lesbians are lesbians. Trans people are just trans. I'm sure you'll have time to catch up on the terminology during your suspension."

"So you're a fag, Aaron?"

Aaron took two steps across the room.

"I'm what you call a bisexual." He took Rossi by the upper arm, not caring if his vice grip left bruises, and dropped his voice to something just above a whisper. "And because we're at work, I'm going to walk out of here and call Strauss. But if you try this shit outside, I know a couple of 'fags' who would have broken your fucking nose."

Aaron let go, perhaps a little more aggressively than he needed to. He jerked his chin towards the door. "Get out."

Rossi left the building without even going to his office to fetch his coat.

Hotch walked out of the conference room, knowing all eyes would be on him.

"We can talk about this in a few minutes. I need to make a phone call."

Derek laughed and clapped his hands together. "Rossi's in trouble."

____

"Right," Aaron said. "I'm glad you agree. Okay. Thanks, Strauss."

He hung up the phone and walked out of his office.

"Okay, everyone," He said, walking into the bullpen. "Rossi's been suspended for four weeks, or until he can pass a quiz on the updated terminology. Is everyone okay?"

Garcia looked kind of startled, having been in her cave while the team were in the other room. Judging by her tearful expression, someone had caught her up on the afternoon's events.

"We're okay," Emily replied. "We debriefed while you were on the phone."

Hotch nodded. "If anyone feels like they need to talk, I'll leave my office door open, or you can send me an email if you want to keep it private."

"Are you okay, Hotch?" Spencer asked.

Aaron cleared his throat. "I'm fine."

Penelope frowned and he softened.

"Rossi said some inappropriate things. It's important to me that you all feel safe at work. Of course, you don't have to disclose anything..." He trailed off. "But I'm..."

He sighed, starting to rub his fingertips together.

"It feels important that you know that the person running this unit is... I'll have your backs," He said finally, swallowing noticeably.

They all nodded.

"We know, Hotch," Derek replied.

Penelope offered a warm smile.

____

The next morning, there's a noticeable difference in the office atmosphere with Rossi gone. But there's also something... else.

Hotch has adhered a small, rectangular sticker to the outside of his office window:

Everyone is welcome here.

And if Penelope has stuck a pride flag to the glass door which leads into the BAU's office space, nobody says anything about it.

And if Spencer starts wearing a he/him pin on the lapel of one of his cardigans, nobody says anything about it.

And if Derek starts adding "or lady?" when he asks "is there a special man in your life?" Nobody says anything about it.

And if JJ encourages the police stations they work with to refer to unsubs with gender neutral pronouns, nobody says anything about it.

And if Emily has lipstick on her cheek one morning. And if it looks a little bit like the shade JJ was wearing, nobody says anything about it.

[malkaleh]

Tagged by @holy-ships-x-red-lips <3333 - thank you kindly.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?: I have :gulp: 232. Bear in mind this is over a number of many years though - I had some on my ff.net account that I deleted and some on AO3 I deleted and also some that just live on LJ/DW or on tumblr (trying to get the ones on tumblr posted to AO3 even if they are just tiny little things)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Tudors, TWW (had a resurgence!), Grishaverse, Hunger Games (also had a resurgence), Tortall/Emelan. But I’m a multifandom person - I have written for Band of Brothers, Doctor Who, Narnia (mostly little bits and pieces - I wrote a Narnia/West Wing fic once), Harry Potter, Law and Order UK, Spooks, A Little Princess…a lot of things. Also one (one) Rings of Power fic.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Undertow [Criminal Minds] - cowritten <3.

It’s Not Because Of You (It’s Because Of Me) [Ted Lasso]

Five Times Out Of Many David Rossi Realised He Was Happily Doomed [Criminal Minds]

To Dwell In Enchantment [Criminal Minds]

If I Could Go Back [Criminal Minds] - cowritten <3

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do my absolute best - I love and treasure all the comments I get (the kind ones) but sometimes my brain/spoons do not allow it but I am working on! And I absolutely treasure all of them.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Hope Deferred Maketh Something [Criminal Minds | West Wing apocalypse fic starring Jason Gideon and Toby Ziegler] - it’s actually not without hope, though not for the character in question. I really don’t write things without any hope - or at least it’s very ‘the fall matters’ about it.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? The entirety of the Tudors OT3 verse is just me going ‘what if alt history was actually ‘we end up with the kindest possible world partly because of the butterfly effect of bi poly secret marriage’ and I refuse to apologise for it.

8. Do you get hate on fics? I got one that made me want to stop writing/stop living once tbh. Which is partly why I’ve done the comment moderation/have anon asks turned off - because I know that if someone sends me hate it will, bluntly get to me. But I really don’t get much at all.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I did and now I don’t but also I do. For trauma brain reasons all kink is for me, profoundly triggering which is not a kink related judgement at all (consensual kink is awesome) just a Trauma Bullshit Poison thing. And also so is sex. But uh, I do write it because Tiny Fictional People (or Fictional Versions Of Historical People) in my brain give me the story. Also last year I wrote knife kink and it was weirdly healing despite it remaining one of my biggest triggers (I think sometimes that writing people finding joy in a thing has helped a lot with realising how wrong what happened to me was even if it’s still triggering? If that makes any sense?)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I write many many crossovers. I will do it again. I will write crossovers with crossovers. I will write AU crossovers. I think maybe the craziest one was, no wait that was an AU. I think it was probably the Sherlock/Pundits me and @bibliothekara threw back and forth. Although the Thick Of It/LOUK is pretty cool tbh. Oh and @maevedarlings and I throw crossovers back and forth like ‘listen Band of Brothers and Wonder Woman though’

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? From memory I would say no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes and it was delightful (I co-wrote with friends a bunch and had the best time and we do still throw shared universes back and forth).

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? Oh gosh so many. But my ultimate OTPs are like: Beren/Luthien and Eowyn/Faramir. Heartships.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? Maybe one day I will finish (by which I mean significantly rework and rewrite) Into The Fire. Maybe.

16. What are your writing strengths? AUs. I am very good at AUs I think - world building them, coming up with them.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? DIALOGUE. UGH.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? One day I will become proficient enough in Hebrew to do this I swear (I’d want to know the meaning of what I was writing before I did - mostly now I’m like ‘I’m going to have them say ‘murmured an endearment in [language] which is helpful because I am currently writing three language nerds who know at least three languages each)

19. First fandom you wrote for? Online it was The Bill. Offline I did in fact write Arthurian OT3 fix it fic and also The X-Files. And The Scarlet Pimpernel. I made up a lot of stories about those.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Such A Time As This (aka the Jewish Anne Boleyn Esther Retelling) - it is so personal to me as a Biracial Mizrahi Jewish Woman (specifically a Persian Jewish woman) and I am genuinely proud of myself for getting over my ‘am I X enough though’ to post it.

I tag (if you want to): @lorata @theladyelizabeth @boleynecklace @shes-a-voodoo-child @jackironsides @ruffboijuliaburnsides @gen-is-gone

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INDEX ALPHABÉTISÉ D'ÉTUDES BIBLIQUES

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Deuxième partie : LETTRES : L

(Les Astérisques, (*)indiquent un Sous-index)

L'ACCOMPLISSEMENT DES ÉCRITURES (*6) Serge Rossi Qc_0533-0538

L'AMOUR, LES PROJETS ET LES PENSÉES DE DIEU POUR NOUS Pierre Moussa Qc_0133

L’AMOUR DE L’ARGENT EST UNE RACINE DE TOUS LES MAUX Serge Rossi Qc_0461

L'AMOUR DE LA VÉRITÉ SELON LES ÉCRITURES Marc Konan Qc_0603

L’AMOUR ET L’UNITÉ DE L’ÉGLISE (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0554, 0555

L'AMOUR SELON LA PAROLE DE DIEU Barry Baggott Qc_0490

L'ANCIEN et le NOUVEAU TESTAMENT Samuel Matthews Qc_0132

L’APOSTASIE OU L’ABANDON DE LA VÉRITÉ (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0240, 00241

L’ARMÉE DU SALUT David Weaks & Samuel Matthiews Qc_0320

L’EAU EST DANS LE PLAN DE DIEU Samuel Matthews Qc_0167

L’ENSEIGNEMENT DU NOUVEAU TESTAMENT SUR LE RÔLE DE LA FEMME DANS L’ASSEMBLÉE Everett et Nancy FERGUSON Qc_0491

L'ESPRIT SAINT VERSUS LE BAPTÊME D'EAU Samuel Matthews Qc_0315

L’ÉVANGÉLISTE Yann Opsitch Qc_0164

L’ÉVANGILE ET LES SOUFFRANCES DU CHRÉTIEN Yann Opsitch Qc_0163

L’EXISTENCE ÉTERNELLE ET SOUVERAINE DE DIEU (*8) Serge Rossi Qc_0162, 266-272

L'HOMME OU LA FEMME DE PAIX ET L’ÉVANGÉLISATION Yann Opsitch Qc_0161

L'HONNÊTETÉ DANS LA VIE CHRÉTIENNE Marc Konan Qc_0263

L’HOROSCOPE À L’ÉPREUVE DES ÉCRITURES Jean Grenier Qc_0322

L'IDOLÂTRIE DU MONDE D’AUJOURD’HUI Serge Rossi Qc_0596

L'IGLESIA NI CRISTO EST-ELLE L'ÉGLISE DU CHRIST ? Samuel Matthews Qc_0438

L’IMPORTANCE D’ÉTUDIER LA BIBLE DANS SON CONTEXTE? Serge_Rossi Qc_0393

L’ORIGINE DU PÈRE NOËL Gilles Boucher Qc_0319

L'UNIQUE CORPS EST L’UNIQUE ÉGLISE! Bobby Williams Qc_0144

L'USAGE DES MOTS BIBLIQUES : PRÉDICATION – ENSEIGNEMENT - TÉMOIGNAGE – EXHORTATION (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0607, 0608

LA BASE DE L'UNITÉ CHRÉTIENNE (*3) Samuel Timmerman Qc_0400-0402

LA BIBLE ET DE LA SCIENCE PEUVENT-ELLES S’ACCORDER? Serge Rossi Qc_0160

La Bible Second 2020 des Éditions CEB (Centre d'Enseignement biblique) Qc_0159

LA CALOMNIE ET L’ABANDON DE LA VÉRITÉ (*5) Serge Rossi Qc_0154-0158

LA COLLECTE DE L’ASSEMBLÉE DE L’ÉGLISE Samuel Matthews Qc_0153

LA CONFESSION DES PÉCHÉS SELON LES ÉCRITURES (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0145, 0146

LA CONVERSION À CHRIST DANS LES ÉCRITURES Serge Rossi Qc_0143

LA CONVERSION DE CORNEILLE Samuel Matthews Qc_0242

LA DISCIPLINE DANS L'ÉGLISE DU CHRIST Bi Tibé Vincent Qc_0142

LA FÊTE DE LA PENTECÔTE Serge Rossi Qc_0141

LA FOI ET LES OEUVRES DE LA LOI (Galates 2:16) Serge Rossi Qc_0411

LA FOI SUPERFICIELLE Samuel Matthews Qc_0140

LA FRATERNITÉ SELON LE GREC KOINÉ Garrett_McGilvray Qc 0546

LA GRÂCE, LE SANG, LA FOI, LES OEUVRES ET LE BAPTÊME Samuel Matthews Qc_0246

LA MODESTIE TRAITE VOTRE BEAUTÉ AVEC DIGNITÉ Samuel Matthews Qc_0528

LA NATURE DESTRUCTRICE DE LA LANGUE David Dzakpasu Qc_0570

LA NATURE PLEINE DE PARDON DE DIEU Agbado Maxime Qc_0139

LA PAIX DES NATIONS RECHERCHÉE PAR ISRAËL ANNONCE-T-ELLE L’AVÈNEMENT DU SEIGNEUR? Serge Rossi Qc_0444

LA PÂQUE (PESSA’H) Serge Rossi Qc_0503

LA PAROLE DE DIEU ET LA CONVERSION DES ENFANTS (*5) Serge Rossi Qc_0351-0353, 0365

LA PRATIQUE DE L’ONCTION D’HUILE DANS LES ÉCRITURES (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0597, 0598

LA PUISSANCE DU PÉCHÉ ET LA PUISSANCE DE LA GRÂCE ! Serge Rossi Qc_0138

LA RESTAURATION : UN RETOUR EN ARRIÈRE Barry Baggoth Qc_0457

LA SANCTIFICATION SELON LA PAROLE DE DIEU (*2) Yann Opsitch Qc_0473, 0474

LA VÉRITÉ AU SUJET DE LA FEMME AUJOURD’HUI? Serge Rossi Qc_0137

LA VÉRITÉ AU SUJET DU BAPTÊME D’EAU ET D’ESPRIT (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0371

LA VÉRITÉ SUR LA CONVERGENCE DE LA FOI ET DE LA SCIENCE (*2) Serge Rosssi Qc_0470, 0471

LA VÉRITE SUR LA FOI: EST-ELLE INNÉE OU ACQUISE? Serge Rossi Qc_0456

LA VÉRITÉ SUR LA FOI EN JÉSUS-CHRIST Serge Rossi Qc_0136

LA VÉRITÉ SUR LE BAPTÊME D’EAU ET D’ESPRIT Serge Rossi Qc_0135

LA VÉRITÉ SUR LES PERSONNES DIVINES APPELÉES« TRINITÉ» Serge Rossi Qc_0134

LA VÉRITÉ SUR LE RÔLE DE L’APÔTRE PIERRE? (*3) Serge Rossi Qc_0466-0468

LA VÉRITÉ VOUS RENDRA LIBRES- SÉRIE (*53) Samuel Matthews Qc_0332-0349, 0374, 0375, 0386, 0387, 0403, 0404, 0412, 0413, 0432, 0433, 0472, 0502, 0572, 0573, 0574, 0575, 0593, 0594, 0601, 0606, etc.

LE BAPTÊME BIBLIQUE Richard Andrejewski Qc_0532

LE BLASPHÈME CONTRE LE SAINT-ESPRIT Serge Rossi Qc_0610

LE BRIGAND SUR LA CROIX (*2) Samuel Matthews Qc_0192, 0233

LE CANON DU NOUVEAU TESTAMENT FACE AUX SEPTIQUES ET INCREDULES Serge Rossi Qc_0394

LE CARACTÈRE UNIQUE DE JÉSUS-CHRIST (*2) C.S. Lewis Qc_0398

LE CHANT DANS LE CULTE DE L'ÉGLISE LE PREMIER JOUR DE LA SEMAINE Doyle Kee Yann Opsitch Qc_0523

LE CHRÉTIEN EST UN TÉMOIN DU CHRIST Serge Rossi Qc_0130

LE CHRÉTIEN ET L’ARGENT Serge Rossi Qc_0129

LE CHRÉTIEN ET L’ÉCOLOGIE Serge Rossi Qc_0624

LE CHRÉTIEN ET LA COLÈRE (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0557, 0558

LE CHRÉTIEN ET LA SAINTETÉ (*3) Serge Rossi Qc_0588-0590

LE CHRÉTIEN ET LA SOUFFRANCE Serge Rossi Qc_0128

LE CHRÉTIEN ET LA THÉORIE DU GENRESerge Rossi Qc_0405

LE CHRÉTIEN ET LA TOLÉRANCE (*2)Serge Rossi Qc_0127, Qc_0364

LE CHRÉTIEN ET LE COURAGE Serge Rossi Qc_0126

LE CHRÉTIEN ET LE DISCERNEMENT Serge Rossi Qc_0475

LE CHRÉTIEN ET LE MONDE Serge Rossi Qc_0604

LE CHRÉTIEN ET LE SUICIDE Séraphin Mbra Marius Brou Qc_0465

LE CHRÉTIEN ET LE TRANSHUMANISME (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0620, 0621

LE CHRÉTIEN FACE AU WOKISME (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0581, 0582

LE CHRÉTIEN PEUT-IL MANQUER LE CIEL ? Samuel Matthews Qc_0556

LE CHRIST EST-IL DIVISÉ? Samuel Matthews Qc_0125

LE CIEL, MAISON ÉTERNELLE DE L'ÂME Samuel_Matthews Qc_0370

LE CODEX SINAITICUS Serge Rossi Qc_0124

LE COEUR DE L'HOMME Samuel Matthews Qc_0123

LE CONFLIT ENTRE LE BIEN ET LE MAL (*25) Samuel Matthews Qc_0122, 0287-0310

LE CONFLIT ENTRE LE BIEN ET LE MAL (*25) Samuel Matthews Qc_0122, 0287-0310

LE CONTEXTE DE ʺI PIERREʺ Yann Opsitch Qc_0264

LE CULTE DE LA VIE EN JÉSUS-CHRIST (*11) Serge Rossi Qc_0421-0431

LE JOUR DU JUGEMENT Samuel Matthews Qc_0121

LE PÉCHÉ D’ADAM ET ÈVE ÉTAIT-IL UN ACTE SEXUEL ? Serge Rossi Qc_0615

LE PÉCHÉ DU DÉNOMINATIONALISME Samuel Matthews Qc_0120

LE PÉCHEUR EST-IL SAUVÉ SIMPLEMENT EN PRIANT POUR LE PARDON? Samuel Matthews Qc_0265

LE PLAN DE SALUT QUI VIENT DE LA PAROLE DE DIEU Gilles Boucher Qc_0119

LE PLAN DE SALUT DE DIEU QUI VIENT DES ÉCRITURES Bobby Williams Qc_0487

LE PLUS GRAND BUT DE LA VIE Samuel Matthews Qc_0118

LE RÉVEIL DE L'ÉGLISE!?!?!? Charles Qc_0117

LE RÔLE DE LA FEMME DANS L’ÉGLISE David Roper Qc_0116

LE RÔLE DU PEUPLE D’ISRAËL AUJOURD’HUI DANS LE MONDE Serge Rossi Qc_0115

LE ROYAUME DE DIEU DANS LES ÉCRITURES (*5) Serge Rossi Qc_0108-0112

LE ROYAUME DE DIEU EST VENU Samuel Matthews Qc_0114

LE ROYAUME DE DIEU SELON LES ÉCRITURES Wayne Davis Qc_0113

LE SAINT-ESPRIT CONVAINCRA LE MONDE (*4) Serge Rossi Qc_0104-0107

LE SAINT-ESPRIT ET LES DONS MIRACULEUX (*7) Daniel Frero Qc_0097-0103

LE SALUT VIENT PAR UNE FOI OBÉISSANTE ET NOUS APPREND À PRIER Samuel Matthews Qc_0096

LE SECRET DE FATIMA (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0524, 0525

LE SEIGNEUR AJOUTE À SON ÉGLISE CHAQUE JOUR Gilles Boucher Qc_0095

LE SÉPARATISME SELON DIEU Serge Rossi Qc_0526

LEÇONS APPRISES DE JUDE, LE FRÈRE DE JÉSUS Samuel Matthews Qc_0568, 0569

LES 22 ʺBAPTÊMESʺ DU NOUVEAU TESTAMENT Yann Opsitch Qc_0094

LES APÔTRES ET LES PROPHÈTES D’AUJOURD’HUI SONT FAUX Samuel Matthews Qc_0080

LES BESOINS SPIRITUELS DONT ON NE PEUT SE PASSER Samuel Matthews Qc_0093

LES BIENFAITS DU SILENCE DE DIEU Serge Rossi Qc_0247, 0312

LES CHRÉTIENS DEVRAIENT-IL OBSERVER LE SABBAT ? Samuel Matthews Qc_0325

LES CONVERSIONS DANS LES ACTES (*11) Barry Baggott Qc_0511-0521

LES COURANTS RELIGIEUX DE L’APOSTASIE Serge Rossi Qc_0092

LES CROYANCES DE L’HUMANITÉ SUR LA MORT (*6) Serge Rossi Qc_0087-0091

LES DIFFÉRENTS BAPTÊMES DU NOUVEAU TESTAMENT Serge Rossi Qc_0086

LES ÉCRITURES ET L’EXPÉRIENCE DE MORT IMMINENTE (E.M.I.) Serge Rossi Qc_0626

LES ÉGLISES DU CHRIST EN EUROPE (*9) Éditions CEB Qc_0477-0485

LES"FILS DE DIEU" ET"FILLES DES HOMMES" (GENÈSE 6) Yann Opsitch Qc_0420

LES MARIAGES MIXTES (Sur le plan religieux) Barry Baggott Qc_0085

LES MENACES CONTRE L'ÉGLISE DU CHRIST Yann Opsitch Qc_0595

LES MORTS INTERCÈDENT-ILS POUR LES VIVANTS? (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0383, 0384

LES NOMS DE DIEU (*14) Samuel Matthews Qc_0084, 0273-0286

LES PÉCHÉS DE LA LANGUE Barry Baggott Qc_0083

LES PREMIÈRES CHOSES D'ABORD Pierre Moussa Qc_0082

LES PREUVES DE L’EXISTENCE DE DIEU (*2) Serge Rossi Qc_0367, 0368

LES PROPHÈTES MODERNES Barry Baggott Qc_0081

LES RICHES QUI SE CROIENT SPIRITUELS Leonnel Zotome Qc_0079

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