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Criminal Minds S02 E09
#criminal minds#criminalmindsedit#jennifer jaureau#emily preniss#aaron hotchner#spencer reid#jason gideon#derek morgan#penelope garcia#season 2 my beloved#beardys gifs#**#aj cook#paget brewster#mandy patinkin#kristen vangsness#matthew gray gubler#thomas gibson#shemar moore
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this outfit literally says; hello, i’m gay. i mean emily, i’m emily.
LIKE PLS YOU’RE NOT FOOLING ANYONE BABE. I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE.
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would anyone be interested in a fic/collection of blurbs about emily prentiss x single mom!reader? just a thought that's brewing :)))
#grace talks🐚🌷#criminal minds#headcanons#hcs#wlw#emily prentiss#fem!reader#emily preniss x reader#emily prentiss x fem!reader#emily prentiss x you#criminal minds x reader#sapphic#single mom!reader
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Looks like a cinnamon roll but could actually kill you: Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi
Looks like they could kill you and could actually kill you: Emily Prentiss, Aaron Hotchner, Elle Greenaway, Tara Lewis
Looks like a cinnamon roll and is actually a cinnamon roll: Spencer Reid, Penelope Garcia, Matt Simmons
Looks like they could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll: Derek Morgan, Luke Alvez, Jason Gideon
#criminal minds#incorrect criminal minds quotes#criminal minds gone wrong#jennifer jareau#emily preniss#spencer reid#derek morgan#elle greenaway#penelope garcia#aaron hotchner#jason gideon#luke alvez#matt simmons
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EMILY PRENISS IN 5x06 “THE EYES HAVE IT”
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Dancing, Drugs, and Lies (Pt.1)
BAU x OC Aundreya
Masterlist | Series Masterlist
(This is my gif so please give credit if used)
Summary: Morgan’s cousin is in danger. Aundreya decides to use some of her ‘special talents’ to help the team find her. Story seven.
Category: Working a case with the team. A bit angsty, I guess.
Warnings: Cussing. Drugs. Implied drug abuse. Normal CM gore and situations.
Word Count: 3.1k
A/N: Just a reminder that this is all fiction and I don’t actually know about drugs or exotic dancers. Also, I didn’t want this to be 3 parts, but Tumblr told me that I can’t have more than 250 text blocks so … here we are.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
It was 3am. Three. Fricking. AM. And I was getting a call. I had finally gotten my brain to shut off for the best quality sleep of which I was capable not even two hours earlier, and I was getting a damn phone call.
“What?” I answered, my voice groggy and annoyed.
“We need you here, right now. Morgan’s cousin is missing.”
That was all I needed to snap me right out of my complainey mood. I was already out of bed and felt wide awake when answering, “I’m on my way.”
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When I got to the office, everyone except for JJ and Rossi were there waiting.
“Aundreya,” Penelope said.
“Hi, I came as quickly as possible, what’s happening?”
“Morgan’s sister came to him saying that his cousin never returned home last night. She went to check her apartment and called her several times and nothing.”
“What about her phone? Can you track it?”
“I already tried but it was left at her apartment.”
“And there are no other places around that she spends a lot of time at?” I asked.
“No. If there are, no one knows about them,” Penelope answered. I saw Morgan standing a few feet away and I walked over to him.
No one wants to be asked how they’re doing, so I opted for, “Hey, we’re going to do everything we can to find her, okay.” He was clearly distressed, a hand on his head and he was slouching, something our big brave Morgan hardly ever did.
He met my eyes. “I don’t know what to do. Sarah and I split up and looked for her, Garcia tracked her phone, and none of us know where she was or should have been, or what she was doing.” He was trying to keep it together, but I could hear the panicked undertone.
“Okay, good to know what we can rule out. Do we have a picture of her that we can put out?”
“Yes,” JJ interjected. She and Rossi had just arrived. “I’m going to have Garcia get one out.” I nodded.
I placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder and looked straight into his eyes, “We’re going to find her.” That was a promise I intended to keep. No matter what. I walked back toward the rest of the group to see if there was any new information.
“Hey, how’d you get here so fast?” Rossi asked.
“I came as quickly as possible.”
“You live farther away from here than I do.”
“I said I came as quickly as possible.” I shrugged and he raised his eyebrows at me.
“I’m letting this go, only because we have more pressing issues.”
“I think that’s a good plan,” I agreed. I love Rossi, but sometimes he felt like a parole officer. Leave it to him to put together that I sped about 30 over to get here in under 10.
“Okay, we sent out a picture of her to the media as a missing person,” JJ said, rushing back into the room. I checked my phone and all the air inside me abruptly escaped once I saw the picture. I know her.
“I know her. I literally saw her last night,” I blurted before I could even think about what I was saying.
“Wait what? You saw my cousin last night?” Derek asked, chiming into the conversation.
“Yeah. Morgan, what does your cousin do for a living?” I wanted to be sure that this was the same person before I let on any more.
He looked perplexed, but answered anyway. “She’s a finance consultant.”
“During the day,” I mumbled.
“What? What are you saying?” Derek was on a short fuse and I was going to have to remember that.
“I’m saying that at night, she works in a strip club.” Everyone’s faces contorted around me into a variety of different emotions.
“How do you know that?” Emily asked.
“I went out for a walk last night-”
“Last night as in 24 hours ago, or tonight as in 5 hours ago?”
“Last night. I went for a walk because I couldn’t sleep and needed some fresh air. I walked by a strip club and saw her exiting it in a nice robe and I could tell she was wearing some dancing outfit underneath,” I said. It actually sounded like a pretty plausible story, but I still got skeptical looks from people.
“That had to have been just before she went missing,” JJ said.
“How do you even know it was her?” Morgan asked.
I held up my phone with her picture as if that was the answer. He was looking for more, though, so I simply stated, “I recognized her photo.”
“So if she’s been working at a strip club, that makes her a higher risk victim,” Prentiss said.
“Sure, but there are specific rules outlined for dancers. They do what they get paid for, and only what they get paid for. I don’t know a single dancer that would allow herself to go home with a customer,” I said. I gained more weary looks.
“So you don’t think there is any chance that she got abducted from the club or from outside of it maybe?” JJ asked.
“It’s highly unlikely.”
“But it’s possible?” Morgan asked.
“Yes. It’s possible. But if that is the case, this guy is super sophisticated. He’d have to get around all of the security cameras,” I answered.
“I’ll go check those now. What club?” Penelope asked.
“The Camelot,” I answered. She nodded and rushed as fast as she could in her nearly six inch heels to her bat cave.
“I can’t believe this,” Morgan said. It was Rossi’s turn to console, and I turned to follow Garcia to see if there was any way I could help her go through the footage. On my way, a familiar hand grabbed my arm and spun me around.
“You weren’t on a walk,” Spencer stated, confusion and, even a bit of anger, in his voice.
“Yes, I was.”
“What time did you leave?”
“11:25ish.”
“How far did you walk?”
“Down a few blocks and back.”
“What time did you get home?”
I did some quick math. “12:10.”
He studied my body language, trying to spot anything that would indicate otherwise.
“Why would you go walking by yourself at midnight?”
“I told you. I couldn’t sleep and needed some fresh air. Don’t worry, I had my gun with me,” I said. That part wasn’t a lie. I did in fact bring my gun.
“Fine.” He released my arm and stood there staring at me. I returned his gaze for a couple of moments before continuing my path to Garcia. Of course Spencer would decide to fact check my story for any inconsistencies.
The FBI hired me, which was great and all, but it wasn’t exactly like they were paying me. Kind of, but not really. I was as close to a volunteer as the FBI could manage. However, I needed extra money, just a little something that I could have for a rainy day. The best way I could think to achieve that goal, was to revert back to my old ways. My really old ways. Before I was thrown in prison, while I was in the gang and running the ring, I was dancing. I had been since the moment I landed on the streets. My stage name, and the one the ring came to call me by, was Alionth. I became one of the most well known dancers in the entire Chicago area, and even got prospects from clubs all around the nation. Once I got out of prison, it wasn’t that difficult for me to persuade the owners of certain clubs to let me ‘guest star’ here and there when I was available. One of those clubs was the Camelot. They allowed me to pop in on short notice (since I never knew when we’d close a case), and shift around their dance schedule. Of course, having me back drew more attention to that club, but my sketchy schedule actually worked in their favor. The manager said that they had more guys coming in, hoping to land on the right night that I’d be there. It kept customers in suspense and coming back for more. And they paid me really well.
Morgan’s cousin, Cinthia, or Thia as we knew her, was one of the girls that I worked with. She was there the night before and I saw her walk into a private showing room. After that, I don’t remember seeing her. I assumed she had just finished the dance and went home. Based on what Garcia found, or more like what she didn’t find, that wasn’t the case.
“Riiiiiight … there! Did you see it?” she asked me. There was a portion of the outside security footage that started over. The scene barely faltered, but with someone as good as Garcia, barely wasn’t enough to protect them.
“Yeah, I do,” I said. “This is not good.”
I returned to the rest of the team to give them the information.
“So this guy is sophisticated enough to hack into the feed and set it on a loop before he abducts the women,” Emily confirmed.
“Or worse. Someone on the inside is helping him change the footage,” I offered. Neither one was a good scenario.
“Chambers, Prentiss, why don’t you go down there and see if you can get anyone to talk,” Hotch ordered. Prentiss nodded at me and I followed her lead out to the elevator. Hopefully, without my wig and elaborate outfits, the girls wouldn’t recognize me.
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We entered the club and it was strange being there at 4am. I was usually out of there at 2 or 2:30 at the latest, so I never knew how it looked when it was more calm. There were about a third of the people there than during the busy hours, but luckily I still saw some girls that we could talk to. We approached them and I recognized them immediately. They were the two new girls who unfortunately had to work the crappy hours until they moved up the ranks. Steph had huge, curly blonde hair and Heidi had short black waves.
“Hi, I’m Emily and this is Aundreya. Could we speak with you for a moment?” Preniss asked. I was definitely going to let her take the lead on this one. I wanted to stay as inconspicuous to both parties as possible.
“What for?” Steph asked.
“We were just wanting to ask you about a woman who works here, Cindi Burns?” Prentiss held out the photo to them.
“I don’t know a Cindi, but the girl you’re showing me is Thia. She works here,” Heidi answered.
“Okay, well have you seen Thia recently?” Prentiss pressed.
They both just shook their heads. “Why?”
“She’s been reported missing.”
“Missing? By who, I thought Thia didn’t have anyone,” Heidi asked.
“Her cousin.”
“Oh damn. We didn’t see her last night. Sorry,” Steph said. Both of them turned to walk away and that’s how I knew something was up. Most of us stuck together, and were concerned when we heard about something happening to one of us. Not only because we cared, but because we knew there was a likelihood that we could be next.
“Was she with someone?” I asked.
They slowly turned around to look at me, sizing me up.
“Don’t think so. Sorry, we don’t know anything.” Lies, more lies. I shot Emily a look. She’d caught it too. I tilted my head in the opposite direction of the girls, asking her to let me talk to them alone. She arched an eyebrow.
“Trust me,” I said. She complied and walked away. I chased after the girls.
“Please,” I called after them, “She is in trouble and I know you know what’s going on.”
They ignored me.
“Look, we don’t have a problem but we could depending on if and how you answer these next questions,” I threatened. That’s when they heard it. The sass in my voice that was always more amplified when I was here, playing my character.
Both of their heads whipped around. “There’s no way.”
“Steph, Heidi-”
“Alionth?” they screeched and tossed their arms around me.
“It’s me,” I confirmed.
“What the hell are you doing with the police?” Steph asked.
“I know the cousin who reported Thia missing. Somehow I never put together that they were related,” I said, avoiding their real question.
“Oh wow. Small world,” Heidi said.
“Yeah. So she didn’t show last night?”
“No. She was supposed to, but she never came,” Heidi answered.
“Do you have any idea what happened to her?”
“I mean, I saw her go into the private room with that guy, but after that, nothing.”
“Have you ever seen that man before? Could you describe him?”
“Not really. It was dark,” Heidi said.
“No, but I’ve seen him before. Well, I didn’t recognize his face, but he was wearing a long trench coat that I’ve seen before,” Steph said.
I was about to ask if there was anything about the coat that stood out when a girl came stumbling out of the bathroom. “Help,” she croaked.
Prentiss and I rushed over to her.
“I tried to stop it,” she said. Her breathing was labored and she didn’t look familiar.
“Tried to stop what?” I asked.
“I tried. I tried. He did it again.” She wasn’t making any sense and she looked high.
“Who? Who’s he?” I pushed.
“The guy in the coat.” She started coughing, then collapsed.
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She woke up in the hospital dazed and confused. I stayed with her while Prentiss went back to report to the team and assist them with whatever else they needed.
“What happened?” she asked.
“You collapsed after we found you in the Camelot. You were high,” I told her. Once we got her to the hospital and she was stable, we looked through her clothes and found a small bag full of a white powder. The lab was running it to figure out what it was. “What’s your name?”
“I’m Amanda. I dance at the gentlemen’s club a few blocks away. Who are you?”
“I’m Agent Chambers-”
“Agent?”
“Yes. We are investigating the disappearance of-”
“Multiple women in the area?” she finished eagerly.
“No, actually. Just the disappearance of Cindi Burns, also known as Thia.”
“What? No,” she quickly became irritated. “This has been happening to exotic dancers all over the city.”
“What? How do you know this?”
“I’ve been tracking it. I bounce around a lot between clubs, and that’s when I realized that I kept seeing the same man. That doesn’t seem like a big deal, men go to multiple clubs, right? But it is weird if he wears the same exact coat each time he comes, and each time, he asks for a private dance with one of our girls, and then that very same girl goes missing the next day.” I was impressed at how observant she was. There’s a lot going on in a club, so most girls just tune it out and only focus on what they’re doing.
“Wow. How long has this been going on?”
“Probably four or five months. No one is looking for these girls because most of them don’t have people who are looking out for them. I tried telling the police but they brushed them off as run-aways.” She was very passionate, and I respected her dedication.
“Do you want to do something in law enforcement when you graduate?” I asked. Her eyes went wide and I knew I was right.
“Yes. How did you know that?” she asked in wonder.
“I’m with the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. It’s part of my job,” I smiled. These girls didn’t hear it enough that needing financial help to get them through college was acceptable, that what they were doing was an acceptable form of secondary income to get them a higher education. “You seem like you’d be a great addition to the system.”
“Thanks. You’re literally my age, how is it possible that you are already working in a top unit of the FBI?” Her excitement quickly diminished. “You’re probably looking at me and wondering what in the hell I’m doing.”
“No, actually. I’ve been where you are. Actually, I still am where you are. I dance at the Camelot occasionally.” Amanda looked at me bewildered, but it brought light to her eyes.
“You work for the FBI and dance?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Must be. What are you going to do about this?”
“Can I ask you a few more questions?”
“Absolutely. What do you need to know?” It gave me hope that this woman was so invested in helping.
“Walk me through what happened and what you remember.”
She told me that she’d gone for a ‘smoke break’ around midnight because that’s when the man usually showed up at the club. She looked around for him but never saw him. Amanda had only ever seen him at three of the five clubs she worked at, so she called the other two to ask them if a man like that was there. When the Camelot told her that someone there matched her description of him, she hailed a cab and drove over. When she arrived, she went straight to the private rooms, and found him forcing a girl to take drugs. When he saw her, he panicked and yanked her into the room and forced her to take the drugs as well. They immediately kicked in, she recalled, but she had enough wits about her to keep hold of the bag because the drug was nothing she recognized. She finally came-to in the bathroom, but by then, Thia was already gone and Prentiss and I had arrived.
I called Aaron and relayed the information.
“She messed up his routine and he panicked, causing him to get sloppy,” he told me.
“Yeah, but that means he might accelerate, which means …” I didn’t want to say it.
“I know. Hopefully we’ll get the toxicology report back soon so we can narrow down our search based on whatever drugs are in that bag,” he said, still trying to stay positive, even though deep down he knew this didn’t look good.
“How’s Morgan?”
“As expected. See if Amanda remembers anything else, then head back here.”
“Will do.”
Part 2
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Not me accidentally tagging my Emily Prentiss fics as Emily preniss...
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Spencer Reid x Teen!reader - Playing detective
“I need a human corpse. Now, does anyone know where can I buy one?" Criminal Minds, Visiting Teen Reader. Maybe with Reid? "Maybe I shouldn't have said that in the middle of a FBI conversation." Realization/ awkward joke before they help them significantly with a case there stuck on? Thanks! Your writing is always the best! If you decide to write this one, thanks a lot and feel free to change it around if you want to. ❤️❤️ - @agent-prophecy 💜
Pulling your hands out your coat pockets, you fixed your tie as you stepped of the elevator. You tried to find the familiar head of your friend as you walked through the glass doors.
You found him sitting at his desk.
“Spencer.”
“(Y/N)? What are you doing here?”
Shrugging you glanced around, stealing an empty chair you sat opposite him. Flicking through the book he had there. Out of boredom you begun to do research on people in his office.
“How’s your latest experiment going?”
“Honestly, it was rather disappointing. Someone tampered with it.”
He gave you a sympathetic smile and stood up. Collecting some things. Walking around his desk, Spencer pat your shoulder giving you a stern look.
“Stay here, I’ll be back in a moment.”
You just nodded, scrolling through your phone. After roughly ten minutes of waiting you finally got the email you had been waiting for. With a little victory cry you bolted up, heading over to where you saw Spencer. Walking in you stopped, typing a few things into your phone.
“I need a human corpse. Now, does anyone know where I can buy one?”
There was an awkward silence, glancing up you realised that it wasn’t just your friend anymore. Stuffing the phone into your pocket you walked in further. A group of others looked extremely shocked and suspicious, a few of them reaching for their guns.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have said that in the middle of an FBI conversation. The names (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N). 18 years old, graduate of Harvard University, IQ of 190, eidetic and photographic memory, sociopath and privet detective.”
The group looked at you before they burst out laughing. With a little shrug, you took your phone, hacking into their system, pulling up your profile with a little smirk. Next, you found all their numbers and sent a group text with nothing more than a smilely face.
“How did you do that?! No one should be able to crack my system! How did you find our numbers?!”
“Quite simple Miss Garcia. Not everything is as safe as it seems, but you would know all about that correct? After all, you were the best hacker out there.”
She gawked at you, the others wide eyed with shocked faces. Turning to Spencer you walked over, snatching the file from his hands. Quickly flicking through it.
“We’ve been at it for days, we can’t make a decent profile.” He sighed.
You tossed it on the table, snatching the pen form who you guessed must be their boss. Erasing what they already had you began to write down your own profile. You tossed the pen back.
“Really, and you call yourself FBI. It’s not a man it’s a woman, they can be disorganised killers too. Why do you think all the children are buried, the men are slaughtered like animals and the mothers beaten? This woman, clearly mid 30s has lost a child, the father having taken them away. Something happened to said child, thus the beaten mothers. It’s punishment for not saving them.”
They were all speechless, mouths open. No one knew what to say. Spencer chuckled and nodded at you.
“How do you do that?”
“Well Mr Rossi, it’s simple, you had everything. You had already wrote it down, you were just trying to connect it to the wrong people.”
“Have you considered a job in the FBI?”
“No Mr Hotchner I haven’t. I much prefer working on my own. I am only here at Spencer’s request, he said he’d help me with my next experiment.”
“How do you know our names?”
“Emily Preniss, quite interesting you are. I know everything there is to know about you. From Derek Morgan’s esponged record, to every single home you ever lived in. Not only is it obvious, but I do my research.”
“That’s illegal, we could arrest you.” Hotch raises an eye brow at you.
“Good luck, I’d be out within 2 minutes.”
“Why have we never heard of you. Surely you’d be on our watch list?”
“Well Jenifer, you see I am on a watch list. Though not yours, I can easily duck under FBI.”
“Then whose are you on?” She questioned.
“Homeland and CIA.” You shrugged.
None of them knew what to say, you shut them down so well, you knew everything about them and they knew nothing about you. They couldn’t believe you were really 18. Smirking, you nodded towards Spencer, tapping your watch.
“Now, Spencer, it has been fun playing detective but you made a promise.”
“I know, I know.”
He grabbed his coat. Giving his team another smile and a wave, following behind you as you walked away.
“Did you really research them?”
“What do you think I was doing before I went in.” You snickered.
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JJ: Em, did it hurt when you fell?
Emily, smirking: From what, Heaven? Or in love?
JJ: Babe, as much as I would love to save your ego, YOU JUST FELL DOWN A FLIGHT OF FUCKING STAIRS
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Reid, reading a fortune cookie: If you kill a killer, the number of killers in the world stays the same.
Emily: Kill two.
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Morgan: Hey, princess, are you French?
Morgan: 'Cause maDAMN
Emily:
Emily: And you seriously don't know why I don't want to go out with you?
#criminal minds#emily preniss#derek morgan#i love these two#feel like they absolutely rip the piss out of each other#24/7#incorrect criminal minds quotes#criminal minds gone wrong#criminal minds incorrect quotes#incorrect descendants#paget brewster#shemar moore
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JJ: We need to talk.
Emily: About?
JJ: Us.
Emily: Why would I talk about the United States?
#em#no#sweetie#thats not what she means#criminal minds#incorrect criminal minds quotes#criminal minds gone wrong#jennifer jareau#emily preniss
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Jemily Anthem that noone asked for #3
I'm just curious, is it serious?
I'm just curious, is it serious?
Calling me up, so late at night
Are we just friends?
You say you wanted me, but you're sleeping with him
You think of me, I'm what you see
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