#emily x baureader

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Leave Me Whole, and Let Me Be Untouched by the Sun [Emily x Reader]

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Prompt: An unsub is strangling people in New Orleans, and he keeps escalating. Once he gets Emily as a victim, the team, and the reader, will never be the same again, but they have no idea what will happen to their teammate and friend and how it will hurt them. 

Pairing: Emily x BAU-Reader

Category: Angst/Whump 

Word Count: 8.8K

Content Warnings: Major character death, many forms of suffocation, mention of OD’s and a shooting, depression, and despair, brief mention of food and alcohol. If I missed any, please let me know. 

A/N: Hi all! I hope you are all doing very well! Here is the second whump fic after October is over (uh-oh)! I know the month is over but from me the whump will continue a while longer as I have four other whump fics planned. My writing this took some time but I was happy when I was writing rather than stressed, so I think that’s a good thing. That being said, thank you to everyone who has kept up with me, or to any new readers or followers! Please be kind to yourselves this week and do something you love, you are so special. If you enjoy this fic, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! Love Levi - ❤️

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The case started out as a normal one. The team packed into the briefing room with Hotch giving the details and Penelope running the tech. Then on the jet ride to New Orleans, the BAU tossed ideas back and forth like a tennis ball at the Grand Slam. The killer had a surprisingly high kill count. Derek and Spencer had been shocked that they hadn’t been called in sooner. The MO had one tie-through for all of the victims. Suffocation, or loss of air until expiration.

There had been five drowning in the Mississippi, and the police had attributed it to drunkenness after a late night on Bourbon Street. New Orleans had a lot of drowning each year. Then there there had been three victims that had OD’d and asphyxiated on their own vomit. It wasn’t until more traditional methods of strangulation were used that the police started putting some of these ideas together. Those methods included wire around the neck, use of the hands, suffocation with a pillow, and the most dramatic was when a man had been hung from the roof of a building with his arms tied behind his back. The victim was blindfolded and had a note attached to his chest reading: The Night Breather Strikes Again! To say the scene had caused panic and uproar in the city was an understatement. 

y/n was looking over her file and said, “So he’s escalating. I mean that last victim looked like someone from an Eli Roth movie. This unsub wants attention and the media is giving it to him. I just don’t know how the paranoia of the city is going to help him.” Emily smiled. Even though y/n was pretty new to the team, she had picked up so much, not to mention that she had fallen madly in love with the slightly younger agent. Em cleared her throat and said, “It probably doesn’t, but he has to have the attention and validation to feel anything anymore about his kills. But how do you escalate past that?”

y/n looked up and caught Prentiss’s eye, there was a warm flicker of desire there and y/n blushed slightly, looking back at her case file until she looked normal again. Hotch hadn’t really approved of their relationship, but he hadn’t stopped it either. He’d only issued an ultimatum, “No PDA of any sort on cases. What you do with the rest of your time is up to you, I guess.” When he added that last epitaph, y/n, and Emily had to hold back peals of laughter, it was something they joked about often now. Despite their relationship status, they still were always locked in on cases. It hadn’t been an issue for either of them yet, and they planned on keeping it that way. After all, they were both adults and no matter how head over heels they were, the job came first. 

New Orleans was abuzz with activity when they landed and headed to the police station. Mardi Gras was a week away and businesses were prepping for the hoard of tourists and outsiders that the festivities would bring. Rossi looked at the lead investigator on the case and asked, “What are you doing to prep for the Mardi Gras crowd?” The younger male huffed and said, “Well, we’ve left fliers at all the bars and restaurants, and we’ve told the owners to call us immediately if they see something off, but after Katrina, this, summer and Spring Break are our busy season, and I doubt anyone is going to want to scare away business on those nights. I’ve also assigned teams of officers apart from those just on the street for the parades to be on the lookout, but I don’t know if it will do any good.”

Dave nodded and said, “We’ll have one of our agents create a geographic profile, it might give you a better idea of where to concentrate your officers instead of just using manpower. Officer Stevenson nodded and looked like he hadn’t understood anything that Rossi had just said. Dave turned to Spencer and shouted, “Reid, can we get a geographic profile in a few hours?” Spence nodded and moved toward an officer to get the files he needed to make the profile. 

While this was all happening, Aaron, Morgan, y/n, and Emily were en route to two of the scenes. Hotch and Derek were taking the first and would be dropped off. The second scene was only a few blocks in the other direction, so they all figured they’d ride together and if anything interesting came up at either site they’d phone each other. The two men arrived at their destination and hopped out, and then Em and y/n were driven to the next scene. A lot seemed to be going on at the site, but y/n realized that some construction was happening near the yellow tape. There was a backhoe and a concrete mixer standing still and y/n turned to the officer and asked, “Did you stop this construction once the body was found?” The officer who had driven them nodded and replied, “Yes, ma’am. It was actually the lead on this project that found the body and called us. 

Em looked at y/n with interest and said, “Can you give us the name and number of the man? We’d like to speak to him.” The officer nodded and replied, “Sure, I just need to look it up in the case notes. It’ll only take a minute.” Emily stopped the man from returning the cruiser and asked, “What is it they’re doing here construction-wise anyway? No offense, but this doesn’t look like a spot that needs to be repaired much.” By that statement, Emily meant the small plot of land they were standing on looked like a small tornado had passed through only a few nights ago. The officer gave a chuckle and replied, “None taken. If you can believe it or not there’s a hidden bunker behind the storm drain. It’s a decent depth down. Seven feet or so. It’s the remnants from the Cold War, but of course, it was never needed and after Katrina, well you can imagine what it looked like inside after that. y/n, who had been listening in asked, “So what are you doing to it?” y/n was a bit of a history nerd, and a small part of her would love to go down and see what the inside looked like now. 

The officer looked between the two women, surprised by this diversion, but replied, “Well, a lot of the homeless used it for shelter for a good while, but last month two high school kids OD’d down there on meth, so the city saw it fit to fill in the entrance with concrete. That way no one else could get hurt down there. I’ve never been down myself, but I’ve heard some wild stories like allegedly the lights still work. It can’t be real, but it’s fun to talk about.” 

Em raised an eyebrow as the man got excited. He noticed her expression and excused himself to get back to the cruiser and find them the information they had asked for. Once the man was gone, the agents moved to the real scene but didn’t find much that was helpful. It was a very isolated and lowlight area which might help with a profile, but other than that there was no important information to gain. y/n sighed; she had hoped for more. Despite this, she stayed cheerful and said, “Once we have that info let’s walk over to Hotch and Morgan. Maybe they could use some help and we can tell Hotch the new information.”

Em nodded and said, “Plus we can get a sense of where the car must have come from to drag the body here. I wish we knew if they were killed on the scene or dropped somewhere else.” y/n furrowed her brow and replied, “Let me call Garcia and get the lividy from this victim of this scene, that will give us a better idea.” Prentiss smiled and replied, “And this is why I love you, you always know who to call.” y/n smiled back and replied, “You’re too nice to me, you know that right?” 

Back at Hotch’s scene, y/n told him about the man who had found the fifth body. He nodded remembering when the officers had told him about it at the precinct. Apparently, he had nothing to add, but y/n asked, “Mind if I meet with him again? I just think he could be one of those people who want to be part of the investigation. This killer needs validation and what’s more validating than reporting a crime you committed?” Aaron nodded and said, “Go for it. Have Spencer in the room with you. I’d like two people in there in case either of you misses something.” y/n agreed and moved back to the police station to set up the interview while Emily was chatting with Derek about this scene. 

A few hours later, y/n was sitting next to Spencer and across from Tim Baldwin in an interrogation room of the police building. There was something very odd about the man as if he was putting out waves of cool emotion. It made y/n shiver for a second before she composed herself. This wasn’t an interrogation, after all, just getting information. However, Reid had suggested the room as an intimidation tactic and y/n had agreed. 

“Mr. Baldwin, could you explain the scene you came upon when you found the victim? Please be detailed and tell not only what you saw, but how you got to work that morning.” Tim looked up from the metal table and started rhythmically tapping the side of his chair He said in a slow, deep voice, “I told the police already, but if you ask., I arrived at 6:20 AM at the construction site. The work day starts at 7:00 and I was getting ready for the other boys to pull up. I had some coffee in my truck. My headlights were on and I noticed a strange pile of blankets that hadn’t been there when we’d finished up yesterday.” y/n nodded along taking some notes. “I stepped out. I thought it might be a homeless person. We’d cordoned off the area and I was gonna try and get them to move. When I moved the blanket, I wasn’t ready for what I saw.” 

The man seemed to slow his cadence which was very monosyllabic and monotone for someone with such an interesting voice. Spencer asked, “Can you describe what you saw and what you did next?” The man nodded and replied, picking at a hangnail on his thumb, “Well there was a feller’ and his face was white and blue. It wasn’t a pretty sight. I moved back real fast. Kinda gave me a shock.” From the way the man said it, it didn’t seem like he was shocked at all. Baldwin continued, “Then I called up the cops, and texted the boys to wait for an hour to come in. I figured you didn’t all need seven other brutes kicking up dust on someone so important. I heard of those other kill’ins, figured this was one of ‘em.” 

y/n nodded before asking, “How well do you know this city, Mr. Baldwin?” Tim seemed slightly surprised by this question but finally answered, “As well as any native-born I ‘spose. It’s a big city with lots of places, but I can give directions as well as anyone.” 

y/n knew she’d never ask this man for directions. There was something inherently off about him. Reid then asked a few questions, and after they let him go. Once he was out of the room, y/n looked at Spencer not even sure what to say. Spence let out a sigh and said, “Well, he’s a character at least.” y/n nodded and said, “I always thought the ‘characters’ would be the easiest to read and they’re not.” Reid nodded and said, “I don’t think it’s him. He was just so clinical about the whole thing.” y/n bit the inside of her lip and said, “Let’s see if Garcia can pull up some medical records on him. I’m wondering if he’s on the spectrum. Not that means anything, but it might explain some of the behavior.” Spencer agreed and said, “I think that’s a good thing. Let’s gather some thoughts for Hotch and Rossi, they’re going to want to know what we found out.” 

Later that evening, late, the team was back and working at the precinct. y/n had slipped off to get another coffee when Emily snuck in behind her. y/n yawned widely and Em said, “Can I help you with that?” y/n whipped around with her cup which sloshed a bit of hot coffee on her. “Shit, fuck” y/n whispered as she set down her cup. Emily’s eyebrows furrowed and she stepped forward grabbing some napkins and patting her girlfriend's hands saying, “I’m sorry, y/n. I didn’t know you were holding something.” As Em kept patting her hands and looking into her eyes. y/n leaned in a pecked the brunette woman’s cheek before saying, “It’s okay, Em. I think I’ll survive.” Prentiss gave one of her beaming smiles leaned against the counter and let out a breath. There was a soft moment of silence between them as y/n raised her cup to her lips and took a hesitant sip of caffeine. 

After a moment, Emily asked, “Have you ever been to New Orleans before?” y/n turned her head to look at Em and replied, “Only on a layover when I was kid, but I’ve always had this stupid dream about it.” Prentiss turned and asked, “What stupid dream?” y/n chuckled and replied, “Well when I was young I thought it would be fun to have a lot of money. Enough money to fly out here on a private jet in the middle of the night and go to Cafe Dumont and get a coffee and beignets at 2:00 AM by the river. Just be in a city like this whenever I wanted. In  my mind, I was always wearing a blue ballgown and ludicrously high heels, which are really impractical for this city.” Emily took y/n’s hand and gave it a squeeze. It was always nice to hear her inner thoughts and dreams that she rarely shared. Em said, “Hey, maybe one day we can do that. I’m not sure about the private jet, but the rest of it. We could make that happen.” y/n smiled and said, “You’re so romantic. I love you.” Em booped y/n’s nose and replied, “I know. Now, we’d best get back to work.” 

The next two days were relatively quiet. Interviewing friends and family. Building out the profile. The team had decided that the man killed his victims in one place and dropped the bodies in another. The wait for something to happen was making the team's skin itch. No new developments could mean a few things like the unsub had gone back into hiding, the unsub was planning, or the killing spree was over. The first and last options were the best, but the most unlikely. With the unsubs escalation, it could be moments before they struck again. That theory was proven correct as the next morning again at 5:00 AM a dock worker pulled a flatbed into a deep freezing unit where the young man was shocked and horrified to find three bodies, frozen, mouths agape as if gasping for air. 

Derek was pacing as usual outside the crime scene as the victims were identified. These, unlike the first slew of the dead, were older or elderly folks. Morgan turned to the ground and said, “The escalation means the unsub kills more than one person. Not just three random people in three random places, but three people that he brings together. Maybe those folks even knew each other.” Hotch nodded and replied, “Sounds about right, but let’s not jump to whether they knew each other or not. Only a solid ID will tell us that.” y/n was biting her nail, a bad habit of hers when she chimed in, “But these victims are older. So the unsub can kill more people, but they can’t all be young or strong. So that tells us something about his physicality at least.” The rest of the group nodded along and continued talking as they waited. Surprisingly, much of the job was infuriatingly waiting, waiting, and more waiting. 

The scene and the cops ramped up and kept ramping up until the first night of Mardi Gras. Being able to have any control was very hard. The team was working on Bourbon Street, as were most of the Police force. Things were crazy and the amount of ambulances for people getting alcohol poisoning and ODing on drinks and drugs was astronomical. y/n was in the fray with Spencer and she shouted over a very loud jazz band saying, “This is madness. Why would anyone choose to come here for this.” Reid wasn’t handling the drunken crowd any better than y/n and replied, “Beat’s me. I don’t know how we’re supposed to be doing anything useful right now. We don’t need an unsub when we’ve got this going on.” 

On the other side of the square, Emily was with JJ and noticed something fishy by the corner of the Catholic church. Em’s continued gaze to the far corner of the square caught JJ’s eye and she asked, “What do you see over there, Em?” Prentiss fixed her earpiece and replied, “I think something might be happening over there. Someone’s down and I can’t figure out if the person standing over them is a friend or a stranger.” The liaison nodded and asked, “Should I inform the team?” Em shook her head no and stated, “Nah. They wouldn’t get here fast enough anyway to help. Let me just go over there and see what’s going on.” JJ didn’t like that idea, however, she didn’t object as Emily quickly moved away from her. JJ’s eyes never left Prentiss’s form, but it started to get harder to see her as the crowds swarmed around her. 

There were a few loud pops and a bang from the center of the square and JJ’s head whipped in that direction. It took a few moments to realize that some fool had just set off firecrackers, but the police were now running toward the situation to hand out a ticket most likely, and others were fleeing, afraid that there might be a gun somewhere. By the time JJ had figured this out, she let out an annoyed breath and moved back to look for Em, but she was nowhere to be seen. Concerned, the blond liaison started slowly moving through the crowd toward where she’d last seen Emily. When she got to the spot, a pool of dread opened in her when she saw Prentiss’s badge, earpiece, and cell phone, all smashed like they had been stomped on hard. “Shit,” muttered JJ before getting the team on comms and saying urgently, “Y’all, we have a problem. I lost Emily and now I found her badge, phone, and earpiece on the ground.” There was an oppressive moment of silence before Hotch crackled on the line with his full authority, “JJ, what’s your location?” JJ responded and then Aaron continued, “We all meet at JJ’s location stat.” With that, the line went dead. 

y/n felt her world reel at the information that Emily might be gone. Taken by the unsub. She took five deep breaths and started pushing through the most crowded part of the plaza. She had to remind herself that despite her fear, it could be something else. Also, Emily still had her gun, and Emily with a gun was a bad day for any unsub. y/n thought, ‘Emily is smart and capable. She wouldn’t intentionally get taken. If she was, I know she’s putting up a hell of a fight’ It took y/n far longer to get to JJ’s location than she wanted, but she was the first there. She was already pulling on gloves as she saw JJ. y/n just nodded at the liaison before kneeling down to look at Emily’s things. She didn’t touch them because there might be evidence on the items. y/n looked up at JJ and said, “Let’s try and start to set a perimeter. We need this scene as clean as possible. It will make finding Emily easier.” The two women just started that task when Morgan and Hotch sprinted to them. As the team gathered, there was nothing in y/n that thought she wouldn’t get to see and hug Em again, She was sure, more sure than she’d ever been that they’d find her. With that hope, the start of the long four days began. It was also the start of the rest of y/n’s life; she just didn’t know it yet. 

When Emily woke it was dark and musty smelling, like rot and petrichor. She tried to roll onto her back but found it impossible to do. This limitation woke her more. She must have been out, as she had no conception of what time it was or where she was. Prentiss opened her eyes and everything was a bit blurry. There were some old yellow-brown lights above her that looked like they’d come from a science lab in the 60s. She also realized that the scent of earth moss and earthy wetness was correct as she was lying on a large patch of what must have been a greenish-brown moss that was slippery to the touch. She was handcuffed to a lab table that was bolted to the floor. She tried at the cuffs a few times, but for now, she couldn’t see a way out of them. Part of the room seemed to be slightly cleaned, but most of it seemed at least a decade old. One notable thing about the room was how cold and clammy the air was. Emily suspected that she might be underground in a hideout somewhere. Perhaps the unsub was keeping her here until he felt like killing again. Killing a federal agent would up the escalation factor for sure.  

Finally, after Em’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness beyond the faint halogen square of light around the center of the space, Em noticed the most interesting, and horrifying part of the room. All along the floor and even on crudely built shelves on the wall were the bodies of at least fifty dead bodies in various states of decay. Prentiss leaned to the side and vomited. She spat to clean her mouth and pulled a cuffed hand to get the spittle off her chapped lips. There was no mistaking it, this must be where the unsub strangled his victims. 

Why these bodies hadn’t been displayed Emily couldn’t know. She hoped she’d get to ask the unsub about it. Perhaps he was a perfectionist and these people hadn’t died “right?” Emily knew that talking was her best weapon right now. She didn’t have her gun, she was confined, she didn’t know what time it was or how long she’d been there. The last thing she remembered from the packed square was leaning down next to somebody who had been shot, and then feeling a cloth over her mouth that smelled funny. Then it was lights out. 

As all of this was coming to Emily there was a loud rumbling noise above and to the side of her like she was sleeping under a very high bridge. Em tried to scream for help, hoping whoever was above her might hear her. However, her cry was more cough than sound. Prentiss found her mouth and throat very dry from the cold and whatever had been used to knock her out. Clearing her throat again, Em shouted, “Help, please, HELP ME. Can you hear me?” Even if Emily’s plea for aid could be heard above the rumble of the trailer holding the concrete, the man driving the vehicle wouldn’t have been inclined to help her. 

In the light of some worklamps, and against the orders of the police, Mr. Baldwin readjusted his hard hat as he turned on the flow from the concrete mixer. The flow of the building material was slow, like lava. This would be his piece de resistance. Now all he had to do was keep those pesky FBI agents away for at least a week. He had things timed to a T, so every three hours he very carefully placed wrapped packages in the slowly pooling grey sludge. He’d already rigged the top of the old bomb shelter, he was just making sure that if he was found out before the concrete was mostly dried, that nothing could be done. Tim had taken down the police barrier and he assumed with the whole force working on Mardi Gras patrol, there would be less attention paid to places decently far from the city center and far off the main road. 

Once the Chief of police had asked him to fill in the old bomb shelter the idea had come to him. He was so obsessed with showing off and looking at his collection of bodies that he’d even moved his old kills into the shelter. He’d put up caution and his work zone sign tape and no one questioned him as he moved in the early morning. But like all great masterpieces, they could be easily ruined by a careless teenager getting high, or a homeless person finding his creation. So he was taking precautions. He was putting a top coat on his work to keep it the same forever. Sure he’d be unable to go back inside the see the bodies, but it’d only be so long before he got asked to do something like this again. Katria had opened many doors for contractors and he was one of the best independent workers in the city. His rates couldn’t be beat, which meant he was invited everywhere. 

Fourty-two hours later, y/n hadn’t slept a wink and was pacing. Her eyes were red and looked slightly crazed. Morgan was looking at her from across the room and she snapped “What Derek? For the last time, I’m not going to take a nap. Now can you look somewhere else?” Derek dropped his arms and y/n’s shoulders fell as she put her head in her hands. Derek moved over to her and gave her a small embrace, patting her lower back as y/n composed herself. y/n sniffled and she rasped, “I’m sorry Derek. I don’t know what to do anymore. What to think.” The team had started the first hour strong looking for Emily. The police had cleared the square, but that had taken over an hour. The people that seemed suspicious had all turned out as dud leads.

Not only was there that, but three more bodies had shown up around the town leaving the police and the BAU struggling for manpower and resources to handle everything going on. Rossi had suggested that y/n and Morgan stay behind and keep looking for Em while the rest of the team went to handle the new scenes. Rossi thought he was doing y/n a kindness by letting her look for Emily, and y/n was glad, but at the same time, it was driving her crazy that she couldn’t do more. A hair had been found on Emily’s wallet that wasn’t hers, but the testing was taking what felt like forever. There were no fingerprints on Prentiss's items except her own. There were no texts or calls in Em’s logs from Verison’s report either. 

Chief Kranic walked into the room where y/n and Morgan were holed up. He was holding his notepad and walkie. Once he knocked on the door and stepped inside, y/n pulled away from Derek and stood for more of attention. Morgan looked over to the portly man who’d seen one or two muffaletas in his day asking, “What is it, Chief?” Kranic looked worried and said, “Now we have an off-duty officer missing. The men think it might be your unsub ‘fella and they’re getting anxious.” y/n nodded and asked, “Where was the last scene?” Mogan’s head snapped to y/n and he said, “You’re not thinking of going out on the field right now, are you?” y/n let out a tiny huff. They didn’t need to be arguing in front of the officer. She replied neutrally, “We can talk about it once we have more information. Chief?” The large man took a few minutes to relay the information and both agents took notes. Once Kranic was out of the room y/n said, “Derek, please. I can’t keep staying here. I’ll go crazy with worry over Emily. Please let me do this.” 

Morgan almost said, “You know that’s what JJ said to Em before she got taken, right?” But he stopped himself just in time. He tried to think of himself in y/n’s shoes and he understood. Finally, he gave a sharp nod and replied, “Go with a team of officers, and y/n, don’t do anything stupid out there. I’m going to call or text you every hour, alright.” y/n nodded. There was a hint of thanks in y/n’s eyes and as she brushed past him to grab her gun from the table, she gave his shoulder a small pat before moving out the door. 

Emily had fallen asleep and when she woke up again it was much darker this time. The lights were still on, but with how gloomy the space was now, she realized that she must have woken during the day or there had been some opening to the outside somewhere, but all was darkness now. The air also felt more stifled and musty. Her nose had become slightly adjusted to the scent of rot, though it was not a pleasant smell. In the darkness, she could just see a few parts of the bodies in the room with her. Pointy noses and chins and feet barely lit up. Skulls looking back at her. Emily closed her eyes and shuddered. She could break. She could let this situation break her, but she knew the team was looking for her. That y/n would be sick with worry for her. Emily couldn’t leave her love like that. She had to get back to y/n so she wouldn’t be so worried. It was for y/n that Em held strong. 

A little while later, Em woke from her trance-like state when a crackly voice came from the ceiling asking, “Are you still alive in there you little pest? You’ve got lots of air and I think I need to speed this up.” Emily coughed surprised that any kind of intercom would be in whatever place she was in. There was a small laugh as the man speaking to her said, “I hear you coughing in there. Wanna chat? It will be the last one you’ll have.” Emily grit her teeth and replied, “Don’t count you’re chicken’s before they’re hatched.” There was another laugh and then the hardly audible reply, “Humans are always so confident. They are so sure that everything will turn out for them, well I know, you’re not making it out of this one Agent Prentiss.” 

This scenario of speaking with the unsub was not how she expected it to happen. Speaking face to face could give lots of clues, but a faceless badly modulated voice from a speaker from the ceiling was much less easy. Emily settled for just getting a handle on her situation. The man had spoken about her having a lot of air, and she worried about what that meant. 

Putting on a strong voice Emily replied, “You certainly like playing god, so tell me, am I on an ark? My team will find me eventually - where exactly am I? You’re so confident that they can’t save me, you can tell me.” There was a prolonged pause, and Emily was afraid she might have pressed too hard. Thankfully there was a reply. The man seemed as confident as ever, “You Agent Prentiss are in an ark, an ark of concrete that is slowly drying. No way in or out. You will soon become like those other pretty people on the walls. I hope you’re comfortable because you’ll be here for a long time. And speaking of time, I think I’m going to speed up the process a little.” There was a swishing sound like a small fan or vacuum which, to her dismay, Emily realized was sucking air out of the mid-sized room. Prentiss felt the panic rise up in her again and she started hyperventilating. Tim assumed that Emily was doing what she was doing and said one last thing: “You’d better stop doing that, Agent, you’ll kill yourself faster. Now if I were you, I’d get comfortable with your gods.” 

The next day after more bodies were found but no clues toward Emiy’s location, the team was haggard. Hotch was leaning against a desk rubbing his eyes. He was just as tired and worried about Emily as the rest of the team. He was close to an officer when their radio went off. The message was: “This is Unit 72. We have something strange on Lockwood.” The officer at the desk clicked his radio and said, “This is Fernandez, please report, over.” “Well, Mr. Baldwin and some of his equipment are out on lot 3. He seems to be sitting in his truck. Looks like he’s finished the job and I just went over there last week to tell him to hold off on construction.” Hotch furrowed his brow. Lockwood sounded oddly familiar and so did the name of Baldwin. He had a feeling in his gut and he turned to y/n asking, “y/n didn’t you talk to a Baldwin a few days ago?” y/n looked up from the file she was reading and nodded her head saying, “Yeah, Tim Baldwin. He was a contractor. He seemed very odd, but nothing came up.” 

Hotch stood up straight and said, “I think we have something. Get the rest of the team, we’re going to Lockwood and wherever the hell lot 3 is.” The BAU rushed to where Tim was sitting in the cab of his pickup truck. Aaron, a few officers, and Morgan took point. Chief Kranic pulled out a mic and leaned out the door of his cruiser saying, “Mr. Baldwin, put your hands on the wheel of your car and don’t move. We have seven guns on you right now. Nod your head if you agree.” y/n, Spencer and Rossi watched as Baldwin nodded his head. Kranic continued loudly, “Good, now slowly place your hands on the wheel.” The unsub did as he was told and as soon as his hands were safely on the wheel the team rushed in. An officer opened the door and Hotch pulled the working man from his car and onto the ground where Rossi cuffed and read him his Miranda Rights. The second it was over Aaron said, “Where is Agent Prentiss!” The unsub laughed and pointed his chin toward the newly poured concrete saying, “Down there mister.” 

y/n was now by the group's side and her eyes widened. Hotch still didn’t fully understand and barked, “What does that mean?” y/n stepped in front of Aaron and replied, “There’s an old bunker down there. Emily might still be alive. He’s just locked her in.” A small glint of hope crossed over Aaron’s eyes until there was a shout from Spencer over on the side of the lot. The BAU left Tim in the hands of the police to put him in a car as they all rushed to Reid’s side. There was a vent and cool air was coming out of it. y/n became more panicked as she saw this and turned to Spence asking, “How do we stop it? How do we get the vent to cycle air back into Emily.”

Reid bit the inside of his lip and said “I don’t know if this has a return value it might be a ventilator only. y/n  started pacing and said, “So what do we do? Em’s down there.” Aaron looked at y/n and his stern gaze calmed her slightly as he said, “We’ll get a tech out here and see what can be done. If not getting air in, then stop the flow out. We’ll also get some construction workers and a civil engineer to see what we do about the concrete or digging her out from the top. Rossi nodded and said, “I’ll call Garcia, she’ll get people out here faster than legal.” 

Aaron nodded and moved toward Spencer who was still standing by the vent. Hotch looked at the young genius and asked, “Any clue how much air she might have down there?” Reid shook his head and said, “I can’t say unless I have the specifics of the room, how long Emily has been down there and how long this vent has been on. My guess is that she has a few hours left, but that’s just a very very unsubstantiated guess.” Hotch didn’t like those odds and he moved over the the police car and opened the door to see Baldwin. Without hesitation, Aaron grabbed Baldwin by the collar and said, with his face an inch from the unsubs, “How big is that room? How long has Agent Prentiss been in there for?” The unsub seemed unphased and replied, Oh I don’t have exact stats on the room, but you’re girls been in there for about three days now. She was still conscious last I talked to her which is surprising given she has no water. Maybe she’s been drinking her piss.” 

The statement from the man-made Aaron was so mad that he dropped him and slammed his hand so hard into the side of the car that he was sure he hurt something. Hotch was seething with rage at Emily being spoken about so callously even if there might be truth in the statement. After a few breaths, Hotch looked back at the man and said, “You’ve talked to her, how? And if you don’t give me a straight answer in less than one sentence I’ll make sure you get the death penalty. I’ll bring up everything you’ve ever said and done that looks sideways, so how? Did. You. Talk. To. My. Agent?” 

Tim chuckled again at Aaron’s anger. He didn’t say anything for an instant, not sure if he should reveal his secrets, but then again, having the other agents talk to their friend, and hear her die would be priceless to watch, so he honestly replied, “There’s a HAM radio built into the building via the speaker. I rigged one to the table you’re agent’s cuffed to always be open. I did it in case I ever got trapped down there myself. Just a precaution, but it was fun talking to the soon-to-be dead. Like speaking to a ghost.” Hotch couldn’t even be mad as he shoved Baldwin back in the car and moved over toward the unsub’struck. He asked the first officer combing through the vehicle, “Have you seen a HAM radio set?” The woman nodded her head no and Aaron called JJ and y/n to help him search. After using a police cruiser's radio, y/n shifted through all the frequencies until she found one with no sound. She played an alarm sound and Hotch was able to find the radio in the boot of the unsub’s car under the spare tire well. Thankfully the frequency hadn’t been changed and Aaron said, “Emily, it’s Aaron, we’re right outside. Can you hear me? Emily, can you hear me?” 

There was a pause that felt like an eternity before there was some coughing from the other end of the line and a small, crackly voice that was Emily’s saying, “Hotch? Is it really you?” Aaron let out the biggest sigh of relief he had in his life and he signaled to the team that he had Emily on the line. Everyone, especially y/n sprinted over. Aaron smiled and bowed his head, replying, “Yeah, it’s me. The whole team’s here. We’re gonna get you out of there.” There are excavators and bulldozers along with as many civil engineers as Gacia could find on their way. There was another very long pause before in a defeated-sounding voice, Em said, “You can’t Hotch.” Aaron looked at y/n who was clenching her fist so hard she was drawing blood. He handed the mic over to her and y/n asked, “Em, what do you mean we can’t? There’s a plan and everything. It might be close, but we think it can be done. Spencer has all the calculations and stuff now.” 

There was a soft sound of defeated laughter before Emily said, “y/n, I’m so glad to hear you’re voice. I never thought I was going to get the chance again. Oh God it makes me glad that I could hear you once more.” y/n was holding back tears and she repeated Hotch’s question, “Darling, why are you talking like this, We’re getting you out of there.” Prentiss was honest this time as she said, “The unsub, he set mines, lots of them. There’re some in the concrete and some in the ground above. If you try and dig me out, if you even get an excavator on top of this place the vibrations will make the whole thing blow. Not only would I be mincemeat but anyone nearby could die or be injured too.” There was a break as the whole team absorbed the news. It was devastating. Unbelievable. As they were all trying to reckon with this knowledge, Emily continued, “y/n, I don’t want to die in a thousand pieces, and I don’t want anyone else hurt. The air is already thin in here. There isn’t going to be time for you to save me.” Spencer took the mic from y/n’s limp hands and said, “Em, it’s Spence. I’m going to lead you through some breathing techniques that will save you air. Can you just follow my breath?” 

“Oh Spencer, you always were so, so, so very smart. I’m happy I got to be on the team with you. But I don’t want to do any special breathing things I want to talk to you each if I can, and then be with y/n. Please, just let me go.” Hearing this, Morgan had had enough and he moved back to Baldwin to have him tell him where all the bombs were and what kind of bombs they were. Deep down Derek knew that there wouldn’t be time to de-arm as many explosive devices as Emily implied, but he refused to admit it to himself. There had to be something he could do. But Baldwin had nothing to say. He was enjoying watching the BAU fall apart. The cherry on top of an already wonderful day for him. 

Finally, the construction team, a bomb squad, the civil engineers, and anyone else Garcia could think of arrived, and as Rossi and Aaron spoke with them and described the situation y/n JJ and Spencer all heard as Emily’s breathing got more and more labored. She left some final words for the other members of the team, knowing they would fight for her till the end. After this, Em’s voice changed. It was the one she used when y/n and she was alone in bed. Not in the office of the bullpen. She asked, with difficulty, “y/n tell me what it looks like out there.” JJ and Spence exchanged glances and took a few respectful steps back. This wasn’t about them anymore. 

y/n looked around and tried to see something, anything pretty around her. She stepped forward and sat on the edge of the tall grass just next to where the curing concrete was. She took a breath and said, “It’s a beautiful day. The… the sun is out and there are tiny white flowers in the tall grass. The wind…” y/n was choking up tears and sobs but managed to say, “The wind is stirring the grass and I’m right here with you, Em. Always will be.” y/n could hear crying from Emily too which only made her sobs worse. They stayed that way for a few minutes and Em said, “That’s my girl. Don’t be sorry about anything ever, y/n. I’m not. You’re the best thing to happen to me.” y/n’s body was wracked with sobs as she nodded her head into the ground and tried to vocalize, “I love you.” Her vocal cords weren’t having it and she was so overcome with grief but unable to move as she heard Emily’s breathing labor more and more until it was extinguished in a gurgling gasp and slow release of a life-ending. 

The whole team looked over to y/n as she stood and left the HAM radio where it had been on the ground. They knew it was over now. They wondered what y/n would do, but seemed too afraid to move. After a second Derek thought y/n might collapse but instead she opened her mouth and screamed the loudest she’d ever screamed. y/n screamed out her head and her heart and her spirit and any other part of her that hurt so bad that she wanted to die herself. After she had screamed herself mute, y/n closed her eyes and felt light like a feather. The team watched as y/n swayed forward and backward, Hotch, Rossi, and Morgan all moved forward with Morgan grabbing her before she fell to the ground. Rossi had pulled out his phone to call 9-1-1 and Hotch took off his jacket so he could cover y/n with it and keep her warm as she seemed to go into shock. Aaron’s heart was breaking, everyone’s was, but he would keep it together, for now, he vowed to not lose another agent. Not today. 

It was two days later that y/n woke. She’d gone into shock the the hospital was worried about her waking up fully distressed or panicked. Having the option of time taken away would help her not have to think about all the current events. y/n was still pretty heavily sedated as she came too in her hospital bed. Rossi and Morgan were sitting at her bedside as the doctor recommended she not be alone when she woke. y/n lulled her head to the side and asked in a tired voice, “Where am I? What day is it?” Rossi sat forward and said, “You’re in the hospital, y/n. You’ve been here for two days.” y/n squinted her eyes and asked, “Why? Did something bad happen to me?” Rossi looked over at Morgan who sat up and replied, “Yeah, something bad kind of happened to all of us, but you took it really hard. That’s why you’re in the hospital.” Even more confused, y/n asked, “What happened?” Rossi gave y/n’s arm a pat and replied, “We’ll tell you later. For now, why don’t you get some rest.” y/n weekly nodded and before her head was even back on the pillow, she was asleep again. 

It took a full two weeks before y/n could be safely dismissed and the doctors and psychologists didn’t fear that y/n would do something to possibly harm herself. Early on, when she had been told the news again, and the grief was fresh and new like a new cut, y/n had asked Aaron, who was sitting at her bedside, “Have they gotten Em’s body yet?” Hotch looked up from the book he was reading and set it aside before saying, “No. We called Emily’s mother and she flew down from Istanbul where she’s currently working. I described everything that Emily said to her and she heard the whole explosive situation. Mrs. Prentiss decided that it would be most respectful to honor Emily’s last wish and let her stay where she is. The bomb squad did figure out that if only one of the bombs were to go off it would likely blow up the whole structure and everything inside.” Aaron looked at y/n carefully to see how she had taken the news. 

It was clearly a blow to not be able to see the one you loved again, ever. But in some small way, he hoped there would be some comfort in knowing that Emily would stay as she was the last time they’d seen each other. The last Aaron had seen the two of them together they’d been sitting close in the hotel lobby. Legs touching they whispering and laughing between themselves. The memory hurt and made Hotch glad they had had each other. y/n didn’t end up responding much, just said, “Oh,” and closed her eyes again. 

A month later there was a funeral honoring Emily’s long service to the BAU and to her country. She was put to rest and it felt like the earth had been split in two with such a great loss to all who knew her. The service was formal and as the Priest gave the eulogy, y/n almost wanted to believe in God for Emily’s sake and for her own. After the metaphorical casket was buried, there was a small remembrance gathering at Rossi’s. 

y/n was standing on the far side of the room when a voice called her name. Pulling out of her daze, y/n saw Mrs. Prentiss and she stood straighter saying, “Ma’am, I’m so sorry for your loss.” Mrs. Prentiss nodded and said, “I should say that I’m sorry for your loss as well. I hear Emily was very fond of you.” Tears pricked at y/n’s eyes and she wiped them away. y/n supposed that was the closest Mrs. Prentiss would come to saying, ‘So, you were my daughter’s girlfriend.’ y/n spoke with honesty and replied, “I miss her so much that it’s hard to breathe sometimes.”

Elizabeth Prentiss nodded in understanding and said, “I was never very close with my daughter though she was brilliant, but I wish I had known her better when she was with you, I bet she just shone brighter than anything.” y/n smiled and said, “Yes, she did. Always.” Elizabeth nodded and said, “I’ve gone through all of Emily’s things and sent out the appropriate things to the right people. A box should be coming for you tomorrow. However, in the kitchen, I found this old bottle of wine. I’m not much of a drinker myself and besides, it should be enjoyed like she’d have wanted to have it, with you young folks. So I thought I’d give it to you.” y/n took the bottle and nodded. Clearly, Mrs. Prentiss was not huge on emotions, but at least there was this. 

y/n found herself flying and driving to New Orleans much more often now. Any chance she could get as long as she could spend two nights there? She’d always go to Emily’s “grave and bring flowers.” The first time she saw that graffiti had been painted over the now-dried concrete she got so mad she called Derek and he let her let out every cuss word she knew until there was nothing more to complain about. y/n had washed it off an hour later. However, as the months elapsed, she started to see the chore of washing off any vandalism as a small way of keeping Emily alive. Like she was cleaning Em’s front entryway. It didn’t make any sense, but it kept y/n going. It kept her sane. 

On what would have been their three-year anniversary together, y/n considered flying down and drinking the bottle of wine from Prentiss’s apartment at her grave, but Mrs. Prentiss had been right. That’s not what Emily would have wanted. Instead, she invited the team over and everyone brought something that reminded them of Em, and they shared the wine and told stories from the past and remembered. They kept her alive in their hearts. As Garcia started what appeared to be a very funny story and y/n sipped from her glass, she thought, ‘You’ll be alive with me for as long as I live Emily, I promise.’ 

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birthday fights & other lies- a.hotchner

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summary: aaron forgot your birthday which spirals into something much deeper.

pairing: aaron hotchner x fem baureader

warnings: cheating, panic attack, fighting, no happy ending :(

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12:08. Your birthday was over. 

And Aaron hadn’t said a thing. 

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1pm that day

“Happy birthday Y/n!” Spencer smiled, handing you a small cupcake with a lit birthday candle on it. The icing was pink, strawberry, your favourite. The cupcake was vanilla, with little sprinkles in it that made it all the more colourful. 

“Thank you,” you chuckled as he pulled you into a hug, his long arms and tall stature dwarfing you in his hold. “You didn’t have to do this.”

“Well, I wanted to,” he shrugged. “I have tickets to a play this weekend, it’s in the Ford’s Theatre so it’ll be a bit of a drive but-”

“I’d love to go. Thank you Spencer,”  you smiled. “When is it?”

“Tomorrow night at 7pm, we can get dinner as well, my treat.”

“Thank you Spencer,” you smiled and hugged him again. 

When you’d woken up that morning, you’d been alone in your bed, despite it being full of two people the night prior. Aaron had come over, as he usually did on Thursday nights. He’d get off work late and something in him made him drive to your small townhouse, and fuck you in your bed. He’d spend the whole night convincing you he loved you, only to pretend it never happened the next day. It was like clockwork. 

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3pm that day

“Happy birthday sweetheart,” Derek smiled, placing a card and a gift box on your desk. 

“Thanks Derek,” you smiled and hugged him close. Earlier Penelope, Jj, and Emily had dropped off gifts at your apartment this morning, and you all had plans to go out to dinner tonight.

David had mailed you a gift, and an invitation to his home for Sunday with the rest of the team. Everyone had accepted, apart from Aaron. 

When you thought about it, you didn’t know much about the unit chief you served under, in more ways than one. You knew he was kind and tender, but only behind closed doors. You knew he was intelligent and pragmatic, good at his job, and logical.

But what was he really to you? Fuck buddies? Friends with benefits? Was this a power imbalance? Were you doomed to never know?

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Your phone dinged and you turned it on, tired from the night with the girls. 

Are you awake? Aaron asked.

Not for you.

What do you mean?

I don’t know if you noticed but it’s kind of an important day. 

What do you mean?

I’m 24 now. You missed my birthday.

He didn’t respond for a few minutes. 

I’m sorry. 

I don’t care. Don’t call or text me again. I’m not just your fuck doll, I’m a real person. 

I know that.

Then act like it Aaron. For fuck’s sake. 

I love you.

No you don’t. 

I’m coming over.

The door’s locked.

We have to talk Y/n.

Read 12:14am

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Knock, knock, knock.

“Fuck off,” you called from your kitchen, ignoring the banging on the door. 

“We have to talk,” he demanded. 

“No we don’t. We’re not anything anymore.” 

“Please Y/n,” his voice sounded a lot more… emotional than you were used to. Raw and unusually soft. Aaron did everything he way he led the team, with confidence and strength, that included your sex life and relationship. Not once had he been vulnerable the way you’d been. You’d spent nights thinking about your future together and the way you’d tell the team. He’d been asleep beside you, or in his own bed. 

You unlocked the door and he came barging in, engulfing you in an all-consuming kiss. For a moment, you allowed yourself to be swept up in the moment, imagining this is what he’d wanted to do all day but he couldn’t, the team didn’t know you two were together. You pulled back and crossed your arms. 

“Hi,” you sighed, trailing back into the kitchen with him hot on your heels. 

“Hi my darling,” he smiled softly. “I’m so sorry I forgot about today, I just… it slipped my mind, it’ll never happen again, I swear.” 

“Aaron, it really hurts that you just… forgot about today. I’m not asking for a gift, I just wanted… acknowledgement. Is that too much to ask?” Your eyes trailed down to his hands where his fingers played with a… wedding ring? 

What the fuck? Aaron had never spoken about being married. He’d never told you he was married. You would never, ever be the one to break up a marriage. Ever. 

“Are you married?!” You shouted. Anger bubbling in your stomach like bile. “You fucking asshole!”

8 months of your life, wasted. Someone else’s entire marriage ruined. All because of his selfish actions. 

“What? No,” he shrugged, then realised his fuck-up. His hands solidified themselves in his trouser pockets and he started. “I thought-”

“Are you separated? Who is she? Did I really just become a homewrecker?!” 

“Baby please-”

“NO! Do not ‘baby’ me! Tell me everything about this woman right now! Do you two have kids?!” 

“Yes,” he answered and you genuinely stopped breathing. 

“W-what? So- so this entire fucking time y-you’ve been mar-married,” you panted, a hand over your chest to try and make yourself breathe, but you were. You were having a panic attack. Aaron could see the signs. He walked closer but then noticed the way you were shielding yourself from him, making your body smaller, leaning down, and ultimately ending up on the floor as you shut your eyes and tried to focus on breathing.

“Yes.” 

“Why didn’t y-you tell me?” you rasped. 

“We’re getting a divorce.”

“What!? I ruined a marriage? Y-you’re getting a divorce? Is it becau… because of me?”

“Yes and no,” he answered, just observing you, his voice calm and assertive, like it always is. 

“What the fuck does that mean!?” you shouted. Thank god your walls were thick and the neighbours next door wouldn’t hear a thing. This would’ve been awkward to explain at the next neighbourhood meeting. 

“I didn’t tell her… about you. She asked for a divorce on her own terms, but we were already separated the first time me and you had sex.”

“So then how is this about me?” you were calming down, Aaron could see it. It fucking hurt that you were anxious of him like that. That he’d set off a fucking panic attack and you wouldn’t even let him within meters of you. 

“I signed her papers the day she sent them over. Because I’m in love with you.”

“Aaron, what the fuck? Me and you aren’t in a relationship, you’ve made that very clear. The only thing we do is fuck in my house! We don’t go on dates, we don’t celebrate each other’s birthdays, as you’ve so kindly demonstrated, and we aren’t ‘together’. You aren’t there when I wake up every morning, and you don’t come home with me from work in the evenings. You keep telling me that you love me but where is it? Where is this supposed love? I don't see it, do you?”

“I love you. I love that you call me out on all of my bullshit,” a step closer. “I love how smart and driven you are,” another step closer. “I love the little notes you leave on everyone's desks,” his hands wrap around your waist. “I love how good you are at your job,” a small kiss over the fabric of your jumper. “I love how you care about other people,” a kiss to your neck. “I love the little things you do to make me laugh throughout the day,” a kiss to the cheek. “I love everything about you,” a kiss to the lips. “And I’m so sorry that I ever made you feel like I wasn't completely and utterly devoted to you.”

“I don’t trust you at all,” you admitted, a sad smile on your face. “I’ll never trust you again.”

Aaron’s heart broke, but he understood. He’d been lying to you for months, what did he expect? He didn’t tell you he was a father, a husband. For god’s sake he’d take his ring off in the car every morning. It’s not like him and Haley weren’t rocky. Had this divorce been a long time coming. Had he only been served the papers two weeks ago? Yes. Had he and Haley just separated? Yes. Did he still live with her and Jack? Yes. What was one more lie if it meant he got to keep you? Lying to you was killing him, but it was also saving him, because it meant you were his. His girlfriend, hsi love, his everything.

“I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you,” he promised. 

“I don’t want to see you again,” you sniffled, small tears running down your cheeks. 

“Please-”

“Just leave. Like you always do.”

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And Aaron did. When you showed up to work the next week, it was Spencer who was clinging to you like a lost puppy. 

Something must’ve happened at the play.

Now Aaron had truly lost you.

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Hiii, love your work. I'm asking if maybe there could be a Part 2 or something about this: https://www.tumblr.com/junipers-archive/715380966834782208/spencer-reid-x-baureader-pining-over-each-other?source=share

Maybe they confess and start secretly dating? I don't know just would really like to see more of it bc its really cute.

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❥ heyy thank you sm!! And yes ofc ofc❥ (It's not necessary to read part 1 but it adds to the story if you do!!)

❥ You and Spencer have been pining over each other for ages, everyone at the bau sees it and you finally get the nerve to bring it up!! Results in confession and hints towards secret dating :)

It had only been week since the last case, when your co-workers not-so-subtly hinted towards Spencer returning your feelings. And despite yourself you couldn't get it out of your head. As of right now you were seated next to him in one of the black SUVs, picking your nails nervously and attempting to avoid eye contact.

You tried to look at your phone, but then it'd look like you were careless, then out the window but then you might look sad, and in the end you couldn't take your eyes off him.

He was driving so it gave you more wiggle room to glance every now and then, he was wearing a light purple dress shirt accompanied by one of his few but favorite ties, the light was hitting his hair so that his locks looked close to blonde.

You don't realize you've been 'glancing' too long until he speaks,

"Did I do something?"

Sputtering you try to answer, "I-What?"

He scrunches his eyebrows, puckering his lips like a genius who'd been stumped. And to be truthful he was, you'd been avoiding him non-stop all of this week, leaving him with only awkward greetings and little to no interactions. He missed you.

And when he'd gone to the other team members to ask about it they only gave him vague answers, Derek said you were just frustrated, Emily had only smiled knowingly, Penelope had giggled like she knew something and Rossi had told him to talk to you. Overall it'd seemed like everyone was in on a joke that he wasn't apart of.

He swallows before answering, only furthering your already distracted ogling as his adam's apple bops up and down.

"You've been distant, I just, when people are upset with me they tend to tell me what I've done! A-And I totally understand if I need to apologize for something, but can you at least tell me what for?"

You tilt your head giving him a view of the expanse of soft supple skin of your neck, which he tries his best not to stare at.

"I just...do you like anyone?" It seemed childish to ask but you were curious, at least the way you were asking could be interpreted as a friend-ly.

He freezes when you ask though, a million questions running through his mind. Did you know?Who had told you? Was he that obvious?

"I-no?" he wasn't lying, what he felt for you was beyond liking, it was something much deeper that he felt every time he set his eyes on you.

"No?" You shoulders slump, if he liked someone maybe you had hope, if he liked anyone it would've made your day.

"Do-Do you like someone?" His heart clenches at the thought of you even looking at someone else.

"Yea, yea I more than like someone alright." you grumble.

"oh." its all he can muster up, his brain in short-circuiting.

"I think he knows me better than I know myself to be honest." this was the closest you were ever going to get to a confession, might as well take advantage of his obliviousness.

"He's a gentleman, sweet, kind, he knows everything about me really and he's got these eyes, I swear I could get lost in them and I feel like myself around him..."

To your surprise as you're speaking he pulls over, his hands are clenched around the wheel and he looks...angry?

Once he's stops the car he begins to ramble just as you had, with the acception of a few more hand gestures.

"You can't like someone else. I'm the one that gets you your coffee every morning, I'm the one who knows you're allergic to specific flowers, knows that carry a book with you everywhere you go, that you can't go a day without dessert, that you'd rather stay in then go out, I know you Y/n. I know you better than anyone! Who could possibly know you better than I do?!"

Your eyes are wide, taking in everything he's said, because he's right, you were best friends before you were anything else. Nobody knows you better than him.

"You, I like you Spence." Its a quiet confession, one that you thought you would've said more confidently in retrospect and it takes a minute for him to process but he gets it eventually.

"Oh. But- but you said that- I thought- you-you like me?"

The grin on his face makes butterflies swarm in the pits of your stomach, "I was talking about you, genius. And I more thank like you."

"Yeah?" He questions, even though he's gotten his answer he likes to hear you say it, likes to hear the words leave your beautiful lips and enter his ears like music.

You role your eyes playfully, "Yeah...dummy." Your head is now ducked bashfully.

He feels like he's in a dream, a wonderful, amazing, and ethereal dream. "Would you- I mean you don't have to say yes- but- um-I was thinking maybe you- and I- together I mean-could-"

"Yes." When you get the jist of the question you answer immediately, you've known the answer to that question since the day you met him.

You're both grinning like idiots when he finally starts the car again, managing amazingly he notices not to swerve off course every time he glances at you too long. You talk about how the team wasn't a big help to either of you, swapping stories about the ways they would tease.

In a try to keep the conversation going he asks, "Should- we- um tell the team?" He still can't believe you more-than-like him, or that you agreed to a date, he feels energized, elated, and like he's won.

You're trying not to jump up and down or come off too happy, catching his gaze every now when you look at him and he's already looking at you, only worsening your growing cheerfulness.

"Nah, let them have a taste of their own medicine, lets just enjoy being together, we are together, right?"

He's turned red at your assumption, probably jumping far to quickly to answer, "Yes! I mean- yea, yea we're together."

"That's nice!" You also reply far too quickly, which ultimately gives you both hope, if the two of you were this whipped for one another then you must be meant for each other.

[catlynhoss05]

Home Sweet Home Ch.4: Our First Time/Make-Up Sex★★

*not my gif*

Pairing: OC!baureader x Emily Prentiss x Criminal Minds

WARNINGS: A LOT of smut 18+ (may have gone overboard with the smut and I'm not even sorry about it 🤣)

Chapter Summary: After having a much needed long talk, Emily and Remi have a very sweet and very memorable weekend together.

When the rest of the team had returned from their case in California, Hotch ordered everyone to go home for the weekend and that the paperwork could wait until Monday. Everyone was exhausted after getting little to no sleep in the last 48 hours. Remi and Emily had agreed to meet up at Remi's apartment to have their talk. After about an hour and a half after everyone had left the office, Emily knocked on Remi's door. "Hey, Em," She answered. "C'mon in."

Remi had gotten Emily and herself a glass of white wine while Emily made herself comfortable on the couch. Louisa was thrilled that Emily was there and demanded some love from the woman. Remi came back into the living room with the drinks and sat them down on the coffee table. "Oh, Louisa. Are you tryin' to steal my girl from me?" Remi smirked, getting a bark from the dog that made Emily chuckle. "Louisa, go lay on your bed, please," Remi ordered politely.

"So.." Remi said, cutting the silence. "So... Did you mean what you said about us not seeing each other anymore?" Emily asked as she nervously played with Remi's fingers, a habit that they both picked up when nervous or stressed. "No, not at all." Remi paused briefly, shifting to face Emily. "I don't wanna break up, and I know for a fact that I wouldn't be able to handle NOT being with you anymore, Em," Remi explained. "I don't want to break up either. I just got scared to open up to you because I've never felt the way I do about you with anyone else before. I was afraid you would leave me once I opened up to you as everyone else had done before." Emily sighed.

"Emily, sweetheart." Remi paused, taking Emily's hands into hers as she scooted a bit closer. "There's absolutely nothing in this world that will ever make me want to leave you. You're everything I have ever wanted, and I'm here for the long haul. I want to experience anything and everything with you because you are the love of my life, Emily." Remi explained with a smile. "Then I'm in it for the long haul because you're the love of my life, too, Remi." Emily smiled, leaning in for a kiss. "Are you hungry? When did you eat last?" Remi asked as she moved to stand up.

Emily put a hand on Remi's shoulder, stopping her from getting up off the couch. Remi looked at her with a confused look as she leaned back against the couch. "What? What's - " She was cut off when Emily got up to straddle her lap. A smirk graced her lips at Emily's confidence. "All I want right now is to make love to you," Emily said seductively, cupping Remi's face as she leaned down to kiss her sweetly. Remi rested her hands on Emily's hips as they made out. She inched her hands toward the button and zipper of Emily's pants. With Emily's pants undone, Remi started to slowly inch her right hand into Emily's pants but not getting very far. Emily grabbed her wrist from going any farther and stopped their make-out session. Letting go of Remi's wrist, Emily stood up from Remi's lap and took off her shirt, tossing it onto the floor.

She made sure to turn around and bend over a tad while she pushed her pants down her toned legs. She was putting on a show and knew for a fact that she was getting Remi all hot and bothered. She sat up a bit more on the couch as she watched Emily strip. When Emily turned around after discarding her pants, Remi swallowed hard as she took in the sight of Emily in her bra and panties. "O-Oh wow." Remi croaked out. "If we're going to do this, Remi, you're going to have to lose some clothes too," Emily stated, watching Remi discard her shirt and pants. Remi got so excited, and in too much of a hurry that she got her shirt stuck on her head, arms still stuck up in the air. "Uh, Em... Would you be a dear and possibly help me? I'm stuck." Remi stated, muffled by her shirt. Emily laughed while pulling Remi's shirt the rest of the way off her arms and head, discarding it on the floor with her clothes. Emily wrapped her arms around Remi's neck and hooked her legs around Remi's waist as Remi picked her up. She carried Emily to her bedroom and laid her down on her bed. "Bra, underwear... Off." Remi demanded seductively as her dominant side came out.

Once both of them discarded their bras and underwear, they both admired each other in their birthday suits for a brief moment. Remi started to slowly kiss up Emily's thighs until she was hovering over Emily's dripping core. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart," Remi said as she looked up at Emily through her eyelashes. "I need you, Remi. Please," Emily begged. Remi gave in, dipping down and connecting her mouth to Emily's aching core. Emily's hands immediately went to Remi's short blonde hair and arched her back. "Oh God, Remi, just like that," Emily moaned. She let out a small gasp when she felt Remi insert a finger and then another finger into her soaked pussy and started to pump them slowly. Remi could feel Emily getting close to her orgasm as she devoured her and removed herself from Emily's core. She leaned up and kissed Emily, making sure that her legs stayed apart. Remi pulled back, lining up her soaked core with Emily's, and slowly started to buck her hips as her chest was hovering closely to Emily's.

"Oh baby, you feel so fucking good," Remi moaned, starting to pick up the pace. Emily started to buck her hips into Remi's as she felt her orgasm creeping up on her. "I-I'm gonna cum, sweetheart," Remi said breathlessly. "Me too. Faster, Remi... Please go faster," Emily begged. Remi leaned up some as she started to go faster, making the bed creak. Once they both came together, they held each other as they caught their breath. "You okay, darlin?" Remi asked, moving to lie next to Emily. "More than okay..." Emily smiled, moving to be in between Remi's legs. Remi leaned up onto her elbows, a confused look on her face. She was about to speak up when Emily ran her fingers through her slick folds. "O-Oh baby," Remi moaned, hanging her head back. Emily entered a slender finger into Remi's core, making the woman moan.

"You like that, honey?" Emily asked seductively. "Yes, baby. Please go faster," Remi grunted, looking back up at the woman. Emily picked up the pace as she added her mouth to Remi's throbbing clit. "Oh God, Em. Yes, like that... I-I'm gonna cum," Remi moaned. Emily removed herself from Remi's pussy and lined up hers with Remi's. She started to buck her hips into Remi's. Remi placed her hands on Emily's hips, making the woman go faster. Emily placed her hands on Remi's breast as she started to go even faster than Remi was expecting. As Emily started to cum on Remi's pussy, Remi leaned up and inserted two fingers into Emily's pussy. "Squirt for me, sweetheart. C'mon, you can do it... Squirt right on my pussy for me, baby," Remi ordered, removing her fingers when Emily started to squirt. Emily sat down on Remi's pussy as she squirted and came, making Remi squirt and cum as well. "Oh shit," Remi grunted through her teeth as she came.

Emily collapsed down next to Remi as they caught their breath. "Have I told you how much I love you?" Remi asked breathlessly with a smile. "Yes. And I love you too," Emily chuckled. "I gotta wash my sheets now. Care to join me for a shower?" Remi asked, propping herself on her elbows. "Of course." Emily grinned. "Okay, lemme just grab some comfy clothes for us and I'll meet you in the bathroom. Sound good?" Remi questioned. "Yes, it does." Emily smiled. Remi grabbed a pair of matching red and white Calvin Klein sports bra and boxers, a pair of gray sweatpants and her navy blue vineyard vines long sleeve t-shirt for herself. She also grabbed for Emily some panties and her long sleeve gray and white Carhartt shirt that Emily loves so much. When she entered the bathroom, she took notice of Emily bending over as she tested the water with her ass on full display. After Remi had set the clothes down next to the sink, she couldn't help herself and became Nemo; having to touch the butt with a not-so-hard slap to Emily's left butt cheek.

The smack to her ass had caused Emily to let out a squeak and stand up immediately. "Hey, that's my ass," Emily chuckled, turning around to face Remi. She gave Remi a light punch to her arm. "Ouch. Oh ouch, my arm... Oh my arm, oh no," Remi said sarcastically as she lay down on the bathroom floor. "You're such a dorky goob," Emily laughed. "But you love me anyway. I just couldn't help myself and I just had to touch the butt," Remi grinned up at the woman. "Oh, is that so!?" Emily smirked as she straddled Remi's waist on the bathroom floor. "Yes ma'am," Remi smiled, resting her hands on Emily's thighs. "You know, that could be my new nickname. Just call me Nemo," Remi stated with a smile, making Emily laugh; that adorable, sweet laugh that she loves so much. 'Man, I could listen to her sweet laugh and her intoxicating voice for the rest of my days,' Remi thought to herself. "Remi, you okay?" Emily wondered. "Yes ma'am. Why do you ask?" Remi asked, propping herself on her elbows. "Because you had this ornery look in your eyes," Emily explained as she stood up, helping Remi up onto her feet in the process.

"Am I not allowed to admire my gorgeously stunning girlfriend in her birthday suit!? Is that such a crime!?" Remi chuckled, opening the shower curtain. Emily rolled her eyes and stepped into the shower, a smug grin on her lips. After they finished showering and having some intense shower sex, Remi decided to order some pizza along with some chocolate chip cookies. While Emily decided on opening a bottle of wine, Remi pulled on a shirt along with her sneakers before grabbing her car keys and leaving to get their food. About 20 or so minutes later, Remi returns to her place with their food. "Food's here!" She called out into the apartment. When Emily didn't reply and Louisa not greeting her like she normally does, Remi was starting to get a tad worried. "Babe?" Remi called out again as she carefully made her way into the kitchen with the food in hand. When she entered the kitchen, she took notice of the broken wine glass in the sink as she set the food and her keys down on the island. Remi heard movement coming down the hallway from the bathroom and decided to grab a relatively large knife from the knife block.

Remi crept slowly toward the entrance of the hallway that was connected to the kitchen where the movement was coming from, knife in hand. "HEY," Remi shouted as she jumped out into view, knife at the ready. "Dude-! For fucks sake, Remi. You almost gave me a heart attack," Emily stated, a bit frazzled by the jump scare. "I'm so sorry, honey. I called out when I got back and when I didn't get a response, I was taken aback a bit. Then I got really worried that you both were possibly injured when I saw your broken wine glass in the sink," Remi explained, giving Louisa some head scratches. "It's okay and very understandable with our line of work. Plus, I had accidentally dropped the wine glass on the floor before I could fill it up and a shard of glass had cut my hand." Emily said as they made their way to the kitchen. "It's okay, I've got plenty of wine glasses. C'mon, let's eat, and then I can check out your boo-boo on your hand," Remi stated, putting the knife away and dishing the food onto two plates. Emily came around and stood behind Remi, wrapping her arms around Remi's midriff.

     "Only if you spend the rest of the weekend with no shirt on so I can see you in all of your gorgeousness," Emily said as her hands went underneath Remi's shirt and onto her bare abs. "Okay, I can do that. And, damn woman. Did you put your hands in buckets of ice or somethin'!?" Remi shivered at the feeling of Emily's cold hands on her bare skin. "Are they that cold?" Emily chuckled. "Nope, not at all. I just got goosebumps for the fun of it," Remi said sarcastically. Emily rolled her eyes playfully as grabbed her plate of food. Once they both had eaten their food, Remi took her shirt off before getting her first aid kit and some paper towels and sitting back down next to Emily on the island. Remi took Emily's injured hand in hers and removed the gauze carefully. "Hey, it's not as bad as I thought it would be," Remi stated.

     "Really? So it doesn't look like I'll need stitches? Ow," Emily asked as she winced at the pain. "I'm sorry, honey. The paper towel was stuck a little bit and no, it's just a surface wound," Remi paused. "Okay, I'm gonna put some peroxide on the cut with a cotton ball and it might sting for a bit," She finished explaining. "How do you know so much about tending wounds?" Emily asked curiously. "My brothers Benny and Ollie went into the medical field and taught the rest of us a few things. The other medical stuff that I know is farm related." "What's your IQ?" Emily asked in a serious tone. Remi looked up at her and furrowed her eyebrows. "My IQ is 185. Why do you ask?" She asked confusedly. "Reid's IQ is 187... You're a genius like Reid is," Emily snickered. Remi chuckled as she finished dressing up the cut on Emily's left palm. "Yeah, I don't know about that... There ya go, darlin'. All fixed up and good as new," Remi smiled at Emily.

     "What?" Remi asked, her smile faltering. Emily shook her head and smiled a bit, "Nothing... Thank you for fixing my hand." Remi furrowed her eyebrows and shifted in her seat. "Em, honey... What is it? You know you can tell me, okay," She said, taking Emily's hands gently into her own. "I was just admiring you and wondering how I got so lucky," Emily smiled. Remi's phone started to ring before she could say anything. "My niece Scarlett is video-calling me... Hey, Scarlett," Remi answered, propping her phone up against an empty vase. "Hey, Aunt Remi," Scarlett greeted. "Hey, Aunt Remi," Wren and Michael greeted from the background off-screen. "Hey, Wren and Michael. How're y'all doin'?" Remi asked with a grin. "Good. Are you busy?" Scarlett asked. "I'm just sitting at home with my girlfriend, Emily," Remi said, smiling as she turned the phone to face Emily. "Hi, Scarlett. Wow, Remi. She looks just like you," Emily snickered, making Remi chuckle. "Wren and I get that all the time," Scarlett laughed.

     "I do have a quick question for you three. Has Remi always been such a big goober?" Emily asked with a laugh. "Oh yeah, she's always been like that. There are so many stories that we have of her being goofy and weird. Like this one time-" "Okay, that's enough of that because I know exactly where that's gonna lead to," Remi interrupted with a chuckle, turning the phone back towards her. "What's up, Scar?" She asked, getting poked in the side by Emily. "Nothin'. Just wanted to call you and see how you're doing because we haven't seen you in a while. We miss you a lot," Scarlett said. "I know, I miss you guys too. Hopefully, I can try and work something out with work to come home for maybe a weekend. Well, that all just depends on if we have a case or not," Remi explained. "That's understandable and we hope you can come home soon. So, I'll let y'all go and enjoy your weekend. Love you," Scarlett said, her and Remi biding their goodbyes.

     "Oh, I've got somethin' to show you," Remi said excitedly, disappearing into her bedroom. "And what would this something be exactly?" Emily asked, listening to Remi shuffling through the closet. "A couple photo albums from when I was growing up," Remi grinned, carrying the box of photo albums. Emily excitedly plopped down onto the couch next to Remi and looked through her photo albums; listening to Remi's childhood stories and laughing for hours into the night.

[urfavfakeblonde]

ᵃʳᵉ ʷᵉ ᵗᵒᵒ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ?

BauReader!~ femReader! x Criminal Minds Cast

Warnings: Attempted SA, Torture, Panic Attack, Guns, Violence, Derek being the baddie that he is <3

I sigh, setting down my bag on the kitchen counter, staring into the darkness of my living room. I rub my eyes, as if they would open and suddenly have night vison. Unfortunately, they failed the task as my hand searches up the wall for the light switch in my hallway. I feel it, only to find the lights don't turn on. Great, no power.

I curse under my breath and take a deep breath, slipping my shoes from my feet and onto the hallway floor. My feet patter along as I make my way to my room, acuminated by the city lights. I fall into bed, unable to shed my clothes and take a shower.

My phone pings and I groan, lifting my head up and grabbing my phone.

Made it home safe? - Garcia

yeah, but my power is out

so annoying - I type slowly, flipping my phone over and sitting on the edge of my bed. As I look up and down the hallway, I see a figure standing in my doorway. My breath hitches in my throat and I open my drawer to get my gun, feeling around to find it missing. The figure laughed and swung my gun around. Great. I continued to stare at him, flashes in my mind of victims that I see every week, their bodies, families --

I snap out of my trance as he comes closer aiming the gun at my head. "Who are you?" I whisper, eyes staring into his glossy ones. He just tilts his head a smiles.

"You know." He states simply, nudging the gun under my chin, forcing me to look at him. I move my head away, only to cry out from the force of the gun against my cheek. I feel blood begin to trickle like a tear down my face, and on to my shirt. I spit some of the blood out from my mouth before he grabs me a pins me down, shoving the gun to the side of my head. "How do you sleep at night, knowing someone like ME is out there?" he taunts mincingly. "All those 'victims' you say, on the board in your office waiting for you to find their killer, and you come home and sleep?" He whispers in my ear.

While he speaks, he slowly stands up and pulls his belt off. "Lay down on the bed, hands in the air, now." He sternly requests. I sniffle and slowly do what he asks, my legs dangling off the edge of the bed, hands in the air, together. He sets his gun down and ties is belt around my hands before quickly taking his gun and pointing it at me. He moves my body, so I am laying in the middle of the bed before he takes a belt from my drawer and ties my already clasped hands to the bar of my bed. My head began to spin, the images quickly coming back to me of the victims I've seen. I take a breath as he slips my pants off and crawls on top of me, leaving me in my socks, underwear, bra and white blouse stained with blood. He slowly started unbuttoning my shirt and I felt a tear roll down my cheek as I looked into his eyes to try and get anything out of him. He was rambling about something for a while, shoving the gun in my face every so often. Eventually, I looked around the room and saw Hotch standing in the doorway with his finger to his lips. I looked back at the man on top of me as he spoke, gun to my temple. "Wonder what Agent Hotchner will think when he gets a call tonight about a dead FBI agent," he laughs pressing the gun into my head enough to make me turn to the side. I groan as he touches the gash in my cheek, but he just smiles. "What a pity." He throws his gun onto the bed to take his pants off, but Derek tackles him off the bed, and Hotch takes the gun, giving it to Rossi. I breath heavy as I look at Derek cuffing the man up. Emily comes in and puts her gun back in her holster as she quickly walks over to me and starts taking the belts off.

"Hey, you okay?" She asks concerned. I just stare ahead and let the tears run down my face. Spencer is quick to help as he helps me sit up. A medical team rushes in and sets a kit down on the bed. My ears are ringing, and I see concerned faces asking me questions that I can't understand. Suddenly a woman turns my face slowly and shines a flashlight in my eyes that make me flinch and turn away. She takes my blood pressure and holds two fingers up. Emily is saying something, but I can't hear her. I start breathing extremely quickly, completely overwhelmed by the situation. A medic is trying to get me to calm down but I start shaking uncontrollably as my eyes dart around the room. I feel a strong pair of hands on my arms as they turn my body slightly. They are comforting as my glossy eyes stare into Hotches. "Breath L/n, breath," he says with a look of concern in his eyes. Tears slip down my cheek as I lean forward and hug him, crying over his shoulder. I felt safe in his arms, safe from everything.

[lustforreid]

Ashamed

pairing: spencer reid x fem!baureader

summary: you and spencer have been secretly dating and no one in the team knows and the two of you wants to keep it that way… or at least one of you.

warnings: insecurity, self-doubting, angst (a little), comfort, fluff. that’s all, I think.

a/n: this is my first time posting on this account and i’m nervous. also excuse me if there are grammar mistakes in this, english is not really my first language </3 feel free to give constructive criticism and feedbacks! please help boost this <33

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Secret kisses, touches and affection is what these few months have been. At first, you and Spencer tried really hard to not even give out the impression that the two of you like each other in that way but as months go by, the two of you loosen up with the team and started to show some signs of affection with each other publicly.

Of course, the two of you still did not want the secret relationship to be not-so-secret yet so it is still quite subtle with the hints. The team all gave knowing glances and smirks with each other, thinking that you and Spencer are crushing on each other and are waiting for the moment where one of you confesses and start dating.

The team made a bet; Hotch, Rossi and Emily bet that you guys are already dating. JJ, Derek and Penelope bet that you guys are in the crushing phase and will sooner or later start to date.

The team all began to keep a close eye on the two of you. Every touch, glances and laughter the two of you shared is being closely speculated by the team.

You noticed the longing stares you would receive— a little creeped out by the odd behaviour your co-workers were showing. Then it all clicked one night while you were about to drift away to sleep; your eyes opened wide and you immediately grabbed your phone to give Spencer a call.

“No—I’m telling you, they know,” You said with wide eyes, grabbing onto Spencer’s arm and shaking them. “They’re just waiting for real obvious proof that shows we’re dating.”

Spencer stared at you with narrows eyes and his mouth slightly open, trying to let your words sink in. “Uh huh… so what do we do?” He asked, trying to think of a time where he finds the team acting suspiciously around him.

“Well… we could pretend to be mad at each other or spend less time together around them,” you replied, biting your lips nervously and crossing your arms. Your eyebrows furrowed, your mind running through all the possible scenarios that you two can do.

Spencer stared at you, his gaze calculative and perceptive. She doesn’t want them to find out. She’s embarrassed—ashamed to be caught dating him. Spencer felt his heart ache at those thoughts, looking at the frantic girl in front of him.

“Spencer? Help me out here!” You were now slumped, your mouth set in a pout. To Spencer, you seemed like you were regretting your decisions of ever dating him. Regret giving him risqué kisses in between breaks during work, afraid someone from the team saw it.

Before he could reply, you started rambling again, listing all the possibilities of how they found out and how we can overcome and make it look like a normal thing to do. Spencer couldn’t help but frown, blinking at his lover while you list off ways to seperate them from the eye of the public.

After a minute of you rambling, Spencer couldn’t take it. He couldn’t stop the words that came out of his mouth. “Am I that bad that you would do all those just because you don’t want people to find out someone like you is fraternising with someone like me?” His voice barely above a whisper, his gaze set down— too afraid and hurt to look at you.

Your hands stop mid-air, your eyes wide and your mouth immediately froze. Your eyes were searching his face, his words echoing at the back of your mind. You blinked a few times, before his words finally sink in.

“Wha- Spence, no. Why would you—“ You were stunned, your heart racing, aching for him. You quickly scramble to him, your hands frantically grabbing his and then you cupped his face, your eyes searching for his desperately. “Spencer, I love you. I fucking love you so much— hell, I have never love you like I love anyone else. I didn’t think you— I thought you wanted us to be a secret…”

“Spencer I am so sorry, I just thought you also enjoyed this secret relationship thing—oh my god, I love you, I love you, I love you. I just— I figured you weren’t ready yet and I didn’t want you to feel weird or anything. Spencer, if I could— I would show you off to the whole world. Let everyone know that you’re mine. Let everyone know how I am the luckiest girl to ever exist knowing that you are mine and I am yours.”

Spencer looked up at you with glassy eyes, his lips trembling. You were blinking rapidly, trying to stop your tears from coming out. Spencer— your Spencer is hurt, and it is because of you being so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t think about his— how he thought about this whole relationship and situation, how he felt.

“Oh Spencer,” you grabbed his head and pulled him into your shoulder, hugging him and kissing the side of his head. You heard a sob coming out from him and your heart completely cracked. You knew his past, what people did to him, what people think of him. You would never want him to think you are like them, you adore and look up to him so much.

“This was all a big misunderstanding, my love. How about this, tomorrow morning, we march to the office and we will tell the whole office that we’re together.” You said, nodding your head fervently.

Spencer lifted his head up from your shoulder, his eyes meeting yours. He swallowed thickly, his cheeks tear stained as he shook his head. He had a small smile, his left hand coming to your face, softly caressing your cheeks. You leaned into his touch, kissing his palms.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know why I entertained that thought. I love you and you love me, that’s all that matters. We don’t have to do that, alright? We will tell them when you’re ready.” Spencer croaked, his misty eyes meeting yours.

You shook your head, almost aggressively. “No Spencer, I’m ready. I’ve always been, I just— No, Spencer. I want them to know, I’ve always wanted them to know.” you protested, your hands coming to cup his face again, leaning in and placing a tender kiss on his soft lips. You smiled sadly, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.

You grabbed his hand that was caressing your cheek to your lips and you kissed it, showing him nothing but the love you have for him. “Your mine, Spencer. And I wouldn’t want to keep something this beautiful from people, they deserve to see the love we have for each other. This beautiful bond we have. I’m sorry for making you think the wrong thing, I love you and I didn’t mean to make you feel like that.”

Spencer let out a chuckle, his lips now in a smirk. You looked at him in confusion, wanting to know what he found so amusing. Spencer looked at you with his honey-brown eyes, filled with nothing but adoration and love.

“Two years since i’ve known you, six months since we’ve started dating. That was a pretty long run, don’t you think?” Spencer asked, his lips now curled into a smile and sat back down at the sofa, pulling you with him so your back would rest on his chest.

“Hmm, where are you going with this?”

“What I’m trying to say is that I think it’s time we tell them. Unless you want them to give a profile on us,” Spencer joked, looking down at you with a wide smirk. “But, I’m not planning to just ‘march up to the office’ and announce it to all of our co-workers.”

You looked at him, amused. “What are you thinking of, doctor?”

“Well, my guess is that they probably have a bet against us. You mentioned how they have been creepily lurking around us and staring. They were obviously searching for some sort of confirmation and hard-proof evidence that we are together. So, what i’m thinking of is that we play the players.”

Your smirk grew and you two looked at each other with mischievous eyes. You threw your head back, laughing at the idea the genius told you. He let out a chuckle, looking at you with full admiration before continuing to tell his brilliant plan.

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A case came up and you and Spencer’s plan had to be put on hold… or maybe improvised. Spencer sat beside you on the jet, JJ and Rossi opposite the two of you. Penelope popped up at the screen, sharing the information she has on the victims family.

“Also my beloved crime fighters, if you look at the counter at the pantry, you would find a lovely box of cupcakes that I personally baked myself with all my love. I asked JJ to bring it there so you could think of me from a mile high. JJ, bring em’ out!” Penelope exclaimed.

JJ clapped her hands together and got up to get the cupcakes. The rest of us broke into excitement chatter as we waited for JJ to come out with the cupcakes.

You picked out your usual flavoured cupcake you would always buy and Spencer picked out the chocolate one. The two of you looked at each other, smiling as you take a bite out of the cupcake.

“How is it? I think I added a little bit of extra sugar… hope it didn’t mess up the whole thing…”

“It’s really nice, Garcia. Thank you,” Spencer commented. “Did you know, that the earliest extant description of a cupcake was in 1796, when a recipe for— what they used to call cupcakes, a light cake to—“

“That’s nice, Spence. Garcia, is there some sort of secret recipe to this delicious cupcake or what? If so, pass me the gem.” JJ interrupted, pointing to her cupcake, licking her lips as she took another bite.

You looked at Spencer with a sympathetic smile, brushing his hair with your fingers and leaning in to give him a quick kiss on his lips. You heard the room go all quiet except for Garcia rambling about her baking and you and Spencer fought the urge to burst out laughing. You slowly turn away from Spencer, leaning back to your seat and taking another bite out of the cupcake, purposely taking a deep breath and closing your eyes as you leisurely chew.

“Why are all of you quiet? Why’s Hotch looking at Spencer and Y/n direction? What’s going on? Did something happen? Is the connection bad or something? Hello?”

Spencer was pursing his lips to keep his laughter in and you were looking out the window with your teeth trapping your bottom lip to keep your laughter in. Emily, Hotch, Derek, JJ and Rossi were looking at you, appalled.

You pretended to look taken aback, before sitting up straight. “Oh, Spencer and I are dating. We have been for six months. Just wanted to clear the air around here.” You stated with a condescending smile. Spencer mirrored your smile, his hand coming to hold yours, rubbing circles on your delicate hands with his thumb before bringing it upon his lips and placing a soft kiss there.

Derek was the one who broke the silence with a loud laugh. “Pretty boy and pretty girl. Didn’t know you guys had it in you.” He chuckled, coming behind Spencer to give him a pat on his back. The rest of the team broke into laughter, Penelope freaking out in the screen, begging for someone to turn the screen towards the couple.

“Pay up! Morgan, JJ. Garcia I will get back to you when I get back.” Emily cheered, putting her hand out to which Hotch and Rossi quickly followed. Derek and JJ made a grumbled noise and rolled their eyes, pulling out ten dollars each. Penelope was now at every screen there is in the jet, talking senselessly and threatening you to share all the details when you get back.

The team was happy for the both of you, their moods immediately lifted up after the news from you and Spencer. Everyone continued to finish the finishing cupcakes with huge grins and knowing smirks. Even Hotch was looking at you with a toothy grin. You felt content, safe and at home. Spencer gave you another kiss on your lips and forehead, wrapping his arm around you, looking around with a smile.

[babymetaldoll]

Masterlist

Hello! Thank you for reading! I hope you like my stories. Currently, I’m writing  Spencer Reid and Matthew Gray Gubler.  

There’s a lot of fluff in here, a little smut, random ideas, and swearing. 

Request are closed. 

Series

- Do I wanna Know (Spencer Reid/ Fem!BAUReader) Part 1- Completed 

Join the exciting and infuriating journey of being in love with Spencer Reid, not knowing he loves you too. And enjoy five years of his unquestionable friendship before facing the real truth: you can't be in love with your best friend and pretend there is nothing wrong. Slow, very slow burn.

- Baby I’m yours (Spencer Reid/ Fem!BAUReader) Part 2 - Completed

After years of mutual pinning, you and Spencer are finally dating. And everything is, in fact, perfect. Until life and work at the BAU start complicating your relationship.

How will you and Spencer deal with Emily's dead? And with everything that involves dating your coworker and best friend.

- R u Mine? (Spencer Reid/fem!BAUreader) Part 3 - ongoing

Spencer Reid and his wife are dealing with a lot lately: work, making their relationship work, raising their children. But most of all, they are dealing with the realization they shouldn't continue working at the BAU anymore.

Should they leave the team after so many years working together?

- Danger days (Matthew Gray Gubler x OC + My Chemical Romance) Completed

MCR has only one more drummer audition before they have to start touring again. None of them knows their last chance is a girl. Matthew Gray Gubler’s girlfriend.

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One shots 

Spencer Reid 

Fools in love:  

- The List: Reader wants to know which are Spencer biggest regrets. 

- Getting down the germs: Spencer and Reader analyze a world where germs don’t exist. 

- Spilling drinks on my settee: Spencer is drunk with Morgan.

- The morning after (Spilling drinks on my settee part 2): Hungover Spencer has to face Reader after she caught him drunk, puking outside her house. 

- On cloud nine: It doesn’t matter how many times Hotch asks Spencer to stop the physics magic at the BAU, he just can’t help it, especially when he wants to impress Reader.

- Ask the girl out, for crying out loud!:  Random talking about books and authors in the jet back from a case creates a lot of awkward silences between Spencer and Reader, they can actually even drive Rossi a little crazy.

- So happy together:_ Spencer bumps into an old annoying classmate, who brags about his perfect family, and Reader decides to pretend to be Spencer’s wife to shut him up. 

- So happy together II: After years, Spencer finally asked Reader out, just to bump into reality: They work at the BAU, and psychopaths don’t have a schedule.

- I'm going to get you if it takes me all night long (Spencer Reid/ Reader):_ On their third date, (Y/N) takes Spencer to his first rock concert, and for the first time ever, Spencer Reid feels the power of hormones taking over him._

- Birthday wishes: Spencer overthinks Reader’s birthday present ‘cos he doesn't know if they are dating or not.

- Sex with your best friend (Birthday Wishes II) (Spencer Reid/ Reader): After asking (Y/N) to be his girlfriend, Spencer Reid finally stopped taking things slow, and made a bold move. Now it time to face the morning after having sex with your best friend. 

- Teasing: Teasing Spencer at work is both a good and a bad idea. And (Y/N) knows exactly what she is doing.

- Passive aggressive: Spencer and his girlfriend don't know if they will survive their first fight.

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Prompts and requests:

- I always wanted a brother: _A kid shows up at Spencer’s door in the middle of the night, alleging he is the doctor’s younger brother. 

- As long as you are safe: People say “I would die for you” a lot, but never actually mean it. She never said it, but she was willing to take a bullet for Spencer Reid if she had to.    

- BAU Secret Santa (aka Rossi vs Zoom):  Rossi might have said too much when he wasn't muted in the BAU online Secret Santa Celebration. And Reid is too embarrassed to face (Y/N) afterward. 

- Serenade her, bro!: Spencer and (Y/N) have their first big after a rough case. To help him ease his mind, Derek and Rossi take him out for a few drinks. But things get a little… out of hand. 

- Nemesis: A case takes the team back to Seattle, (Y/N)’s hometown, only to discover her past was darker than they had ever imagined. 

- Stargazing: The team is “forced” to go camping, and Spencer finally decides to make “his move” on Reader.

- The Carnival’s challenge: Reader needs to get a gigantic stuffed animal and Reid is determined to get it for her. 

- Baby Reid: Spencer Reid is about to be a father, and he can't stop thinking about everything that could go wrong.

- Don’t be a d!ck: Spencer Reid can't believe it when he finds something shocking in his girlfriend's phone. And, of course, instead of asking her about it, he spends a whole day overthinking everything.

- Crybaby (Spencer Reid/Reader): Reader is embarrassed ’cos she thinks she cries too much, and Spencer just wants to show her he loves her no matter what.

- Spencer Reid’s first Valentine’s Day: Spencer has no idea what to do for Valentine's Day. After all, he has never had a girlfriend before.

- I love you (and I don’t want to): After three years in love with Spencer, (Y/N) decides it’s time to move on.  He will never love her anyway, right?  

- Act one: Spencer’s girlfriend is a sweetheart, but he discovers a new side of her when she gets the lead on a play, and she portraits an unsub.

- I’ve been working out a little bit:  Reader finds out Spencer has been working out for the fit test and wants to help him. But he is embarrassed of his poor athletic performance.

- The Sean Hotchner effect: Spencer is jealous ‘cos reader thinks Aaron’s younger brother is hot.  

- Victory: Spencer’s daughter hates her father’s girlfriend. But when he is in prison, life pushes them to finally get along.

- Kiss it better: Reader is in pain but tries to hide it from Spencer ‘cos she doesn’t think it’s important.

- You are gonna be a great dad: Spencer’s wife wants to tell him she is pregnant. But life gets in the way. And the whole team might find out before Reid.

- I don’t wanna share my dad!: Little Raven Reid isn’t fond of the idea of having a sibling ‘cos she refuses to share her daddy’s love.

- Can’t help falling in love with you: After being hospitalized due to anthrax, Rossi sends him and (Y/N) to Hawaii, ‘cos some sea breeze might be good for his lungs. 

- Movie marathon: Spencer wants to ask (Y/N) out on a date for Halloween, and they end up watching horror movies and giving kids candies.

- Mildred: After prison, Spencer can't get out of the house, and the team tries to help. Could I cute dog walker finally get him out of his apartment?

- Heather: Spencer has to learn how to live without Mildred, that's when he decided to adopt Heather. And you? you look at him, sighing in love, wondering when he will finally kiss you.

- Love cramps: (Y/N)'s period is killing her and Spencer takes care of her. 

- Broken: Spencer daydreams of a life with his best friend.

- House of wolves: Spencer has a secret he has kept from everybody, including his girlfriend.

- It’s ok if you are not ok: Reader feels ugly and a very bad mom after having their first baby, and Spencer comforts her.  

- BFF: Spencer meets his best friend from school after 12 years apart. 

- Little Miss Reid, entrepreneur:  Spencer and reader help their little daughter with her very first lemonade stand, and the whole BAU family gets together.  

- Embarrassed: Spencer embarrassed himself in front of reader, and the annual FBI beach trip could be the perfect place to make things even more awkward between them. 

- The annual BAU Halloween Costume Competition: Spencer wants to win a costume competition, but wins your heart instead. 

- Pillow talk: Just rambling with Spencer after sex  

Writing challenge: We are not gonna make it 

Six stories about Spencer Reid to push me and my bestie out of our writer’s block. 

Matthew Gray Gubler 

The Gubs

- Bunny: Matthew just started dating this new girl he can’t stop thinking about, and suddenly, all the love clichés are making sense.

- What are you going to be for Halloween?: Matthew Gray Gubler and his girlfriend spend Halloween with his family in Las Vegas, and take his nephews trick or treating. What could go wrong? Losing one of the kids, of course.

- Naked: Matthew Gray Gubler wanted to post an innocent picture on instagram, but makes the worst mistake of his life instead.

- Purple Rain: After spending a whole month of rain together, Matthew and reader need to feel the sun on their skin.

- Bullies of the future: Matthew starts rambling about the future over dinner. How do you think school will be in the future… will there be bullies… will our kids be bullied. All the questions reader has no idea how to answer.

- Gublerween vs Halloreid:_ Reader wants Spencer Reid to have his own holiday, and Matthew gets a little jealous.

- Don’t you forget about me: Matthew wonders what would happen if suddenly everybody forgets who he is. And Reader is there to tell him she is never going to forget him.  

- M&Money: After all their friends are gone, Matthew and Reader stay playing poker and betting all their chocolates on longboards and kimonos.

- Character development: Gubler reaches home and finds a very depressed girlfriend waiting for him to talk about the bad things that had just happened to Spencer in that week's episode of Criminal Minds.

- Insomnia: Matthew can’t sleep when he is home alone, and wakes up reader just to tell her he misses her. 

- April’s fool: Matthew Gray has the stupidest idea to prank his girlfriend on April’s fool, and though everyone tells him not to do it, he doesn’t listen... and pays for it.

- The Super Secret Mystery Project (Insomnia II) (Matthew Gray Gubler / Reader): Matthew Gray Gubler proposes to Reader after seven years together 

- Quarantine with Matthew Gray Gubler: Matthew loves making people happy, and in quarantine, he finds the best way to keep in touch with his fans and do what he loves the most: spend time with (Y/N) 

- The Devil’s food cake situation: One fake argument ends up being the sweetest moment Gubler and (Y/N) have ever shared.

- The Rumple Buttercup situation: Matthew tries to convince his wife to name their first newborn “Rumple Buttercup.”

- A story of hazelnuts, bananas, and loving your bae (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader): _No one has ever been so excited about releasing a book than Matthew Gray Gubler. So excited he might actually forget he has to eat... _

- Baby Gubs:_ Matthew Gray Gubler is having a hard time putting his shit together when his wife goes into labor._

- From daddy to dad: Matthew Gray has to stop acting like a kid around his son, and start being a dad. Or at least that’s how reader feels.

- Sleepless: Matthew and his wife are trying to get used to having two kids instead of two.

- Dada: Matthew is crazy for his daughter Mila, and all he wants is for everyone to know she can already say "dada.” Spoiler alert, Mila might have other plans.

- The Unauthorized Documentary, for kids: Matthew wants his little daughter Mila to be part of his "Unauthorized Documentary", but his wife, (Y/N) thinks she might be too little.

- Prompts: (Y/N) Gubler needs her husband's help to pick a prompt to write a Halloween story. Luckily, Matthew is a Halloween expert.  

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Prompts and requests:

- Family probation period (Matthew Gray Gubler/ Reader):_ Matthew Gray Gubler meets his girlfriend’s family on Christmas eve. Just one detail: none of them knew she was dating. _

- Let me show you how I love you: (Smut) When (Y/N) feels insecure, Matthew Gray Gubler shows her how much he loves and wants her.

Chip Taylor (68 kill)

I just want you: What would it be like to be married to Chip Taylor? Would it include a lot of women trying to hit on him?

[catlynhoss05]

Home Sweet Home Ch. 3: Our First Fight

*not my gif*

Pairing: OC!baureader x Emily Prentiss x Criminal Minds

Summary: When a case where Emily gets hurt again, Remi is pissed which leads the couple to have a big fight. After a much needed talk between them, it leads to some amazing make up sex.

     After the case free weekend and thankfully no interruptions, Monday morning had come with a big case for the team that went on for about a week. The case involved Emily getting a bit beaten up by the unsub; which wasn't the first time that she had gotten hurt. This was maybe the second or third time that Emily had voluntarily gotten hurt since her and Remi had started dating. After this last time of having her girlfriend get hurt -which seemed like Emily did on purpose- and not being able to stop her, Remi was BEYOND pissed with Emily.

     When everyone had come in the following day, they were all hoping for a quiet work day filled with paperwork. Remi had made her way through the glass doors and noticed Reid and Morgan chatting away at Reid's desk. Both men took notice that Emily wasn't with their coworker when they came in. "Hey, Remi." Morgan spoke up as he walked over to Remi's desk. "What Morgan?" Remi asked, sounding a bit irritated. "Where's Emily? You two usually come into work together. Is everything alright?" Derek asked a bit apprehensively. Remi stood up from her desk like she was about to hit her male coworker.

     "I don't know where she's at, Morgan. Everything's fine and... I need coffee." Remi stated, walking off to the breakroom. It was quite obvious to Derek that everything was clearly NOT fine between the couple. And, he was going to find out what's going on between them and see if he can help in any way he could. With that being said, he had followed Remi into the breakroom just as Emily, JJ, Penelope and Rossi had come into the office. "Good morning, Spence. Where's Morgan running off to?" JJ asked, stopping in front of the genius' desk. "He went to talk to Remi after she walked off." Spencer explained.

     The four agents looked over at Emily who was already halfway to the breakroom where her girlfriend was. Emily was hoping that she could maybe, just maybe, get Remi to open up to her. She just wanted to know what was going on so she could know how to fix whatever problem there was between them. When Emily had entered the breakroom, Remi was giving Derek her death stare that could make anyone -even Hotch- shake in their shoes and want to run for the hills. "Hey, Morgan. Could you give us a moment?" Emily asked as she approached them. "Don't have to ask me twice." Derek stated, almost sprinting out of the room.

     Remi leaned back against the counter, still facing Emily, as she took a sip of her hot coffee. Remi was wearing a long sleeve white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, a nice black suit vest with brown buttons, a pair of nice black dress pants, brown dress shoes, her favorite Rolex watch on her left wrist and a Sinatra black striped bow tie. She knew that Emily absolutely loved it when she dressed up all fancy-like, just as much as she loved seeing Emily in anything red. "Hi... You look nice today." Remi spoke up, cutting the silence and tension between them. Emily sat on the edge of the table directly in front of Remi and crossed her arms over her chest.

     "Thank you and so do you..." Emily paused briefly. "Are you going to tell me what's been bothering you? Or are you just going to keep acting like nothings wrong?" Emily asked, getting straight to the point as she kept eye contact with her stubborn ass girlfriend. Remi broke eye contact and sighed, keeping her gaze locked on her coffee cup. "You remember me tellin' you 'bout my best friend Aspen? The one who was murdered when we were kids?" Remi questioned, looking back up at Emily. "Yes I do." Emily said. Remi stood up straight and stepped closer to Emily, leaving very little space between them. "Today's the 26th anniversary of her death... But how the hell am I suppose to grieve her death if my own girlfriend keeps tryin' to get herself killed every chance she gets?" Remi whispered before walking away and out of the breakroom.

     Emily followed Remi out of the breakroom and into the bullpen. "Hey. We're not done talking about this." Emily said harshly. "We are for now." Remi stated, arriving at her desk but not able to sit down because the team had just gotten another gruesome case. While the rest of the team made their ways to the conference room, Emily stepped in front of Remi, not allowing the woman to leave the bullpen. "Is that what this is all about? Is that why you've been distant from me lately? And why you've barely said a word to me since the last case and why you were snappy when you did talk to me?" Emily asked, getting a sigh from Remi. "Emily... We have a case and the team needs us. This 'issue' of ours will have to wait." Remi explained, walking around the woman. "What if I don't want to wait?" Emily asked, turning around and coming nose to nose with an angry Remi.

     "What do ya want from me, Prentiss? Ya want me to talk? I did... I opened up to ya about everything... All the fucking baggage that comes along with dating me and so far you've accepted it all. I'm grateful for that and thankful to God that you're my girlfriend. And I'm willing to do absolutely anything and everything for ya because you're my girlfriend and you're happiness and well-being means more to me than anything this world has to offer... But what do I do if you're not willing to do the same for me?" Remi admitted in a low voice. Emily was speechless and when she couldn't utter a word, Remi continued with a sigh. "Then maybe this relationship isn't working out as well as I thought it was." Remi's eyes glistened with tears as well as Emily's.

     When the rest of the team had finished getting briefed about the case, they all had exited the conference room which made Remi take a step back from Emily. The team were all quiet when they came to their desks to grab their go bags, knowing for a fact to NOT ask about what just happened between their coworkers. Remi excused herself and went up to Hotch's office to have a quick chat with the boss man. "Hey, Hotch.." Remi cleared her throat. "Hey, is everything alright?" Hotch asked, concern laced in his voice as he continued to pack his go bag. "Actually, not really... I just think it would be better for everyone that I stay behind and help Penelope on the case... Wouldn't be wise to have two federal agents that aren't in the right mindset out in the field." Remi explained. Hotch zipped up his go bag and looked up at her, his usual stoic features softened at the heartbroken look in Remi's eyes.

     "What's going on between you and Emily?" Hotch asked. When he didn't receive a verbal answer from the woman, that was all he needed to know. "Yes, you can work the case from here with Garcia and call us with any updates that you get... And Remi." He said with concern and worry in his voice. "Yeah?" Remi asked, turning back around in the doorway. "You know that you can always come to me if you need to talk about anything. Right?" He questioned. "Yeah, I do. It's just... Today's the anniversary of Aspen's death. 26 years already..." Remi sighed before continuing. "Hey, would it be alright if I go to my place real quick to get my banjo? Playing it helps me with my thinking process. Just like how y'all witnessed me doing the crab walk a few months back." Remi smirked when Hotch laughed as they left his office. "Yeah, that's fine. Just make it quick." He chuckled.

     Emily was the first one on the jet with JJ right behind her. “Where’s Remi?” She asked, sitting down across from Emily at the table. “Don’t know... Pretty sure that we just broke broke up though. I got scared to open up completely with her when she had opened up with me. She let me into her world and has let me see parts of her that I’ve been too afraid to do for her... JJ, I’ve never met anyone as amazing as her before. She means everything to me and I let her down.” Emily explained to her best friend. “Then open up to her and let her into your world like she did for you. Em, I’ve never, in all my life, have seen anyone look at someone the way Remi looks at you. Trust me when I say this, but she’s head over cowboy boots in love with you and its quite obvious to everyone.” JJ smiled. “Plus, the make up sex is amazing.” She laughed, making Emily chuckle.

     “She’s right, Prentiss...” Rossi chimed in as the rest of the team -except for Remi- boarded the jet. While the rest of the team were off on the jet, Remi made her way back into the FBI building and up to the BAU floor. She made her way to Penelope's batcave with her banjo case in one hand and the case file in the other hand. "Hey Penelope." She greeted the colorful tech genius as she entered the batcave. "Hey Remi... Whatcha got there?" Penelope asked as she turned around in her chair. "It's my banjo..." Remi paused, setting her stuff down on the ground. "Playing my banjo helps my thinking process and also helps me stay calm. Plus, it was Aspen's favorite instrument. So I play it to stay connected with her." Remi explained, getting a confused look from Penelope. "Aspen's my best friend that was murdered when we were kids. 26 years ago today to be exact." Remi sighed.

"Oh yeah, that's right. I'm so sorry for your loss, Remi. But we do need to talk about the elephant in the room." Penelope stated. Remi looked up at her coworker from her crouched position. "What are ya talkin' about, Pen?" She asked confused. "I'm talking about you and Emily... Remi, what's going on between you two?" Penelope asked, worried as hell for her friends. "Penelope... I think it's probably best if we focused on the case instead of mine and Emily's relationship." Remi suggested as she took out her banjo from its case, setting it on its stand. Remi opened up the case file that Hotch gave her and started to go over it. Penelope sighed, feeling a bit stumped with getting Remi to talk to her. "I'm going to get you to talk about it one way or another because I know that it's bothering you, Remington." The colorful tech genius stated with attitude before turning back around to her computers.

"What did you just call me?" Remi asked, sitting back onto her heels from her spot on the floor. "I called you Remington. Got a problem with that?" "Nope. Not at all... Damn, this man is a sick, sick bastard." Remi exhaled, getting back to work. While Remi was having a difficult time trying to piece together which out of the 4 suspects is the unsub, the rest of the team were having the same issues as they worked on the case in some small town in California.

Remi sat back in her chair and picked up her banjo and picks, making sure that it was tuned correctly. While Penelope was getting some coffee from the breakroom, Remi started to play the song "Your Everything" by Keith Urban that always makes her think of Emily. When Penelope returned back to the bat cave with her coffee mug in hand, she has a big bright smile plastered on her face as she listens to Remi play. "Ooh-ooh, will you sing for me? Please?" She asked as she sat down in her chair. "What do ya wanna hear, sweetheart?" Remi smiled, making Penelope blush. "Uhm... How about you tell me what's going on between you and Emily instead." Penelope deadpanned, cornering Remi right where she wants her.

She got her phone out to record a video of Remi -discreetly, of course- and then planning to send said video to Emily later. Remi had stopped playing her banjo and stared off at the wall as she thought about what to say. A small smile crept onto her lips. "Emily's my world; my everything... I've opened up more to her in the last 3 months than I have to anyone. When Aspen and I had first become best friends when we were like 4 or 5 years old, my mama has said time and time again that it took Aspen about like 9 months to get me to open up to her. When I had first told Emily that, I'm pretty sure that I scared the hell out of her... Penelope, I'm in love with Emily. God, I'm so in love with her. I just wanna be her safe place like she's been mine. And, I may sound a bit biased here, but when I had picked Emily up for our first date..." Remi paused. "I just knew... I just knew that I was going to marry her the moment she opened her door. I knew in that moment she was gonna be my wife." Remi confessed, receiving a high pitched squeal from the blonde tech genius.

"You good there, Pen?" Remi chuckled. "Yes, I'm great. You're so lucky to have Emily. I know for a fact that Emily feels the same way for you that you feel for her." Penelope informed the young agent. Remi went quiet and her eyes went wide. "Remi, what's wrong?" Penelope asked, watching Remi discard her banjo off her lap. When she didn't answer the question, Penelope was getting a bit spooked. "Remi..." Penelope tried again, but to no avail as of yet. Remi got down onto the floor with the case file that was still scattered around on the floor and started mumbling to herself.

"What time is it? 2:30 p.m.... So it's gotta be like, what, 11:30 a.m. where the team's at, right?" Remi asked from her mid-crab walk. "Yes, it's 11:30 a.m. there. Why?" Penelope wondered, very confused. "I think I may know who the unsub is... Dale Larson. It all makes sense now." Remi stated, shuffling through everything she has on the man. "Are you sure that it's him? Like, how do you know for sure?" Penelope asked. "Could you call Hotch for me, please? It's definitely Dale Larson." Remi asked, standing up and walking over to Penelope and her computers. "Of course." Penelope turned back around to dial Hotch's number.

"Hotchner." He answered on the second ring. "Hey, Hotch. I know who's the unsub. It's Dale Larson. He-" "How do you know for sure that he's our unsub?" Hotch interrupted. "Well, ya interrupted me when I was about to explain that." Remi mouthed off. "He has a history of violence like the others, but his violence has been directed towards women that he's had one night stands with. Hotch, he lost his shit when his fiance was killed in a car accident 9 months ago when a drunk driver t-boned her car. All the victims look eerily similar to Larson's dead fiance." Remi explained.

"Garcia, do you have Larson's address?" Hotch asked. "Hold on..." Penelope paused, typing away at her computers. "1509 Cherry Road Drive... Be safe crime fighters." "Thanks." Hotch said before hanging up. Remi went back to her crouched position and she started to pick up the scattered case file. "Hey, Remi," Penelope spoke up. "Yes, Pen?" Remi asked. "Do you have any nieces and nephews?" Penelope wondered. "Yes ma'am, I do. I have 11 nieces and 10 nephews." Remi smiled. "Oh wow, that's a lot. What are their names and which brothers do they belong to?" Penelope asked curiously.

"Lemme think." Remi paused, sitting back on her heels. "Okay... I'll start with my nieces and nephews then I'll tell you who they belong to because that way will make it easier." Remi chuckled at Penelope's excitement. "Scarlett and Wren are the 14-year-old twin girls and Michael is 13. Aria is 14 and Noah is 13. James and Leo are 12-year-old twins. Lucas is 11, Levi is 9 and Olivia is 7. Dylan is 10, Brooklyn is 8, Avery and Raegan are 9 years old, and also twins. Uhm... Owen is 7, Emma is 6, and Ethan's 4. Jersey is 5, Kennedy is 3, Caroline is 4 and Lincoln is 2." Remi explained. "That's a lot of kids, Remi. Now, who do they all belong to?" Penelope wondered. "Scarlett, Wren, and Michael are Benjamin and Courtney's. Aria and Noah are Oliver and Alexandra's. James and Leo are Nolan and Bethany's. Lucas, Levi, and Olivia are Ryker and Jennifer's. Dylan and Brooklyn belong to Sawyer and Melissa. Avery, Raegan, and Owen belong to Asher and Brittany. Emma and Ethan are Elijah and Addison's kids. Jersey and Kennedy are Wyatt and Jessica's. Then Caroline and Lincoln belong to Colten and Julia... Man, that's a mouth full." Remi laughed.

"What was it like growing up with 11 older brothers? I was an only child so I never got to experience the whole siblings thing." Penelope stated. "So you remember when all of us were in Nashville and y'all met my family?" Penelope nodded. "When I had tackled Asher in our back yard, that happened constantly when we were growing up. And it wasn't just me tackling Asher or him tackling me. The other boys always ended up tackling the others at least a few times a day... Sometimes 5 to 10 times a day and usually in 2-3 hour time frame." Remi chuckled as she thought back. "Really?" Penelope snickered. "Yes really. It was usually either the triplets in one of their MANY arguments, Asher and myself or Harris and myself getting into it or it would be Dallas and Sawyer. Then there was Elijah, Wyatt, Colten and Ryker who got into it with everyone. Whenever I got into a fight with one of them, it was usually Asher doing something to piss me off... But then he actually stopped, or I should say he pissed me off nowhere near as much like he used to, after the whole 'nuts' incident..." Remi paused briefly. "Anyways... Are ya hungry?" Remi asked, standing back up onto her feet.

"Wait, wait... What's the 'nuts' incident about?" Penelope asked confusedly. "I'm severely allergic to all kinds of nuts. When Harris and I were about 14 years old, one of Asher and Elijah's friends, let's call him Peter who was like 2 years younger than them, had this big crush on me. One day at school, Peter had asked me out and I had turned him down. Everyone at school already knew that I was gay. Well, I guess except for Peter. After school that same day, Harris and I had just gotten home from something and Peter was at our house hanging out. Since I had turned him down, he had picked up a bunch of cookies before coming over to our house. He knew about my nut allergies and still made sure that all the cookies had some kind of nuts in them." Remi cleared her throat. "So Harris and I had grabbed a cookie after Peter said that they were sugar cookies. I took one bite of that cookie and my airway swelled shut... I almost died and would have if Harris didn't apply my epi-pen when he did." Remi sighed. "Oh my gosh, Remi. What happened to Peter after that?" Penelope asked. "Asher and Elijah had kicked him out and never talked to him again. Peter's actually doing life in prison now for murdering his wife." Remi stated. "Oh damn. I was not expecting that." Penelope stated.

"Yeah... Anyways, have you had lunch yet?" Remi asked. "Yes I did. But you should go and get yourself some food and I'll man the fort. If Hotch calls while you're gone, I'll let him know for you." Penelope blushed when Remi sweetly pecked her cheek as a thank you. Remi grabbed her gun, badge/ID, phone and wallet before heading out of the batcave to get some food. Once she got her burger from her favorite burger joint, she started making her way back to the office. Remi hummed to herself as she made her way back to the batcave. "Hey, Pen. I'm back." Remi grinned. "That was quick. What did you get?" Penelope wondered curiously. "Just a burger from my favorite burger joint here. Did Hotch call while I was gone?" Remi questioned. "Nope, not yet... I hope they catch that sicko without getting themselves hurt." Penelope sighed. "Me too. I just hope that Emily and I can talk when they get back." Remi sighed exasperatedly, digging into her burger.

"I really do love her, Penny... I never thought in all my life that I could love someone as much as I love Emily... You know, in that way of course." Remi admitted with a smirk. Before Penelope could say anything, her phone started to ring and showed that it was Hotch calling. "Garcia and Montgomery." She answered with a chuckle. "Hey, we got Larson just in time. You both did great and we'll be home tomorrow around 8 a.m." Hotch informed the two women. "Did anyone get hurt, Hotch?" Remi spoke up. "Morgan got a bit roughed up, but he's fine. Other than that, we're all good... Especially Emily." Hotch explained. "Glad to hear that. See y'all tomorrow." Remi and Penelope bid their goodbyes to Hotch and hung up. Penelope picked up her cell phone and decided that it was time to take matters into her own hands and text Emily.

>Penelope: Hey, let me know when you've arrived at the hotel. I've got something to send to you that you probably wanna open when you're alone.

>Emily: We're just now leaving the scene and heading to the hotel now. And, should I be scared?

>Penelope: No. It's nothing bad, I promise.

As Remi started to pack up her stuff, Penelope swiveled around in her chair to face the agent. "So, how many instruments can you play?" She wondered. "I can play 3 instruments. Banjo, piano and drums. My mama is a retired music teacher. So, my brothers and I grew up around either singing or playing any instruments we could get our hands on. All of us also know how to dance which we all taught ourselves." Remi explained with a smile. "Do you sing for Emily a lot?" Penelope grinned. "Yeah, all the time... Well, I used to but I'm not sure if we're still together or not. Wait, did you mean actual singing or a different kind of 'singing' ?" Remi asked with a mischievous grin. "What do you me- OH-OH! You dirty minded, muscular goddess." Penelope blushed. "I meant actual singing. But have you done the 'other' kind for her?" Penelope wiggled her eyebrows. "Actual singing, yes. Have we had sex? No. Well, we almost did after our first date. But Harris and the triplets had come to visit for the weekend. So sex was put on the back burner." Remi explained.

After talking for awhile, it was getting close to 6 p.m when they both decided to part ways and go home. Remi decided to stop by a floral shop to get Emily some flowers for when her and the team arrived back home in the morning. Penelope, on the other hand, made sure to send the video of Remi to Emily. JJ and Emily were rooming together and getting ready to watch a movie before bed when Emily's phone lit up. "Who's that?" JJ asked curiously as she sat on her own bed. "Penelope. She texted me this morning saying that she had something to send me when we got here to the hotel." Emily explained. "Oh. What did she send you?" JJ perked up, coming to sit next to Emily on her bed. "It looks like a video of Remi." Emily said, a bit anxiously as she hit play on the video. Once the video had ended, Emily's eyes were glistening and she couldn't help the smile that pulled at her lips. "I need to call Remi quick." Emily stated, stepping out of the room and into the bathroom. After Emily hung up the phone call, her and JJ finished the movie and headed to bed.

The next morning, Remi walked through the glass doors with her go-bag slung over shoulder, the bouquet of flowers in one hand and Emily's favorite coffee in the other. "Good morning, Remi... Oh my gosh, those flowers are beautiful." Penelope greeted with a wide smile. "Good morning to you too, Pen. They're Emily's favorite flowers along with her favorite coffee too." Remi half smiled as she sat her stuff down on her desk. "So did you two talk last night and are you guys back together?" Penelope wondered. "She called me last night saying that she wanted to talk when they get back and I agreed. And she also texted me this morning saying that her and the team should be back soon which should be any minute now." Remi paused, digging through her go-bag for something. "I do, however, have a feelin' that you did somethin', but I'm not mad or anything and I'm definitely not gonna ask what you did either... Aha, found it. Here, I was meaning to show you this yesterday but ended up forgetting about it." Remi stated as she sat on the edge of her desk. She handed the colorful woman a double picture frame that was folded shut. Penelope took the picture frame carefully in her hands and opened it up.

"Oh wow... Is this you and Aspen?" Remi nodded. "She was gorgeous. I mean, so are you. I-" "Pen, you're rambling and it's okay. And before you ask, yes. I use to have long hair when I was a kid and it had gone a little past my butt when I didn't have it pulled up. Aspen and I had this agreement that we would grow our hair out as long as we could get it before we couldn't take it anymore. Then we would go and get our hair cut and donate all of it... Together." Remi paused. Penelope pulled up Morgan’s chair and sat down. "When she died, it was a week before our hair appointment to get it cut... So, after her funeral and everything, the day of our hair appointment had come 'round and, uh... I decided to still go to the appointment and got all my hair cut off. Same style that I have now." Remi explained. "I hope it's okay to ask this and you don't have to answer it if you don't want to. Or, you could answer whenever you want... Anyway, what was Aspen like?" Penelope rambled. "Like you, Pen... She was A LOT like you. Bubbly, outgoing, carefree. And she wasn't afraid to put my stubborn ass in my place when I needed it." Remi smirked.

Before either of them could say anything, the team made their way through the glass doors and into the bullpen. "Hey, everyone. Welcome home!" Penelope greeted as she stood up to hug Derek and JJ. Emily walked around the three of the them like she was on a mission. Everyone turned to watch was about to happen. When Remi looked up from her picture frame, she noticed Emily dropping her go-bag while coming towards her. "Hey, Em-," Remi was cut off when Emily cradled her face in her hands and kissed Remi like her life depended on it. Remi kissed her back willing, deepening the kiss as she rested her hands on Emily's hips. Emily broke the kiss when the need for air got to be too much. She rested her forehead against Remi's and smiled. "I love you too."

[catlynhoss05]

Home Sweet Home Ch.1 P.4: Meeting the Farm Fam (cont.)

*NOT MY GIF*

Pairing: OC!baureader x Emily Prentiss x Criminal Minds

~starts in season 4~ (also, check out the links to see what Remi’s abs look like and to see what her arms look like when she flexes as well.. The links are all on the HSH masterlist.)

Chapter Summary: Remi and her brothers show the team, Will, Henry and Jack around the farm and introduces them to some of the farm animals. The team are in for quite a show until later when things take a turn for the worse. But thankfully, everything turns out fine in the end for everyone.

     Around 9:30 a.m. and after everyone was in the proper clothing, everyone was just waiting for Remi. “What’s Remi even doing?” Derek asked curiously. “She said that she wanted to show us something. Maybe it’s her big secret.” Spencer chuckled from beside Hotch and Jack. “Wait… Y’all don’t know yet?” Elijah asked from his spot on the sectional where he was cuddling with Louisa. “Well, Dave and I already knew what her secret was since she had first joined the team and I’m fairly sure that the ladies probably know what it is by now. So that would just leave Spencer and Derek that don’t know yet.” Hotch smirked, just as Remi was bounding down the stairs with a few of her things. “What’s all this, Remi?” Derek asked as she set the stuff down on the couch.

     “This is my secret… I just so happen to be a two-time world record holder for bull riding as well as one of the top five best rodeo riders in the world.” Remi explained bashfully. Hotch, Rossi, Spencer, Derek, and Will had all looked at the plaques that she had brought down. “Oh yeah. I remember reading about that in the newspaper.” Spencer spoke up as he looked at one of Remi’s plaques that he had in his hand. “Of course, you do pretty boy.” Remi chuckled as she patted Spencer’s cheek. “So, uhm…” Remi cleared her throat before continuing. “I didn’t tell y’all about any of this when I had first joined the team because I wanted y’all to like me for me and not because of all this. Plus, I also needed to see if I could trust y’all and I obviously do now.” She finished with a small smile.

     “I just have one question though.” Derek said. “Okay. What’s your question?” “What’s bronc riding?” He asked. “Well, there’s actually two types of bronc riding. There’s saddle bronc riding and then there’s bareback bronc riding. So, a bronc is a type of horse and during a bronc event, you’re on a bucking bronc horse that is either saddled or not saddled at all. Hence the term bareback… The Broncos football team mascot is a bronc horse.” Remi explained, getting a few confused looks from the team. “Bronc riding is like bull riding, but instead of bucking bull it’s a bucking horse. I can show y’all if you want while the boys and I give y’all a tour of the farm.” Remi offered to the team. “Yes please.” Hotch and Rossi said in unison, making everyone laugh. “Oh, and Spencer. Trust me, the farm is somewhat cleaner than you think. And by somewhat, I mean just avoid the chicken coop and you’ll be fine.” Remi smiled.

     Everyone laughed and Remi’s brothers had all finished putting their boots on for the tour of the farm that they’ll be helping with. Remi had taken her plaques back up to her old room quick and came back down with two big bottles of hand sanitizer and handed them to Spencer with a cheeky smile. “There ya go, Spence. You’re all set.” She chuckled and he did as well. “Thanks.” He smiled, knowing that she was messing with him. Remi walked over to where Emily was standing and talking with JJ and Will. She wrapped her arms around Emily’s waist from behind and rested her chin on her girlfriend’s shoulder. “You’re looking quite sexy in my old clothes and a pair of my old boots.” Remi whispered into Emily’s ear. “Maybe you can take them off of me sometime.” Emily flirted back, making Remi blush HARD. JJ and Will thought it was hilarious how easy it was for Emily to get Remi to blush so hard and to go speechless.

     Remi dropped her arms from Emily’s waist and turned to face everyone. “Okay, is everyone ready? Great.” Remi said aloud, her voice cracking with every word that she had said. Everyone and Louisa, except for Remi’s parents, made their way out the patio doors and started walking towards red barn that had the horses and cows. Remi and Emily were walking hand in hand, fingers intertwined. Remi loved the feeling of having Emily’s hand in hers and being able to just be with her. “I was thinking that we’d start with the horses and the cows.” Remi started to say as they all stopped at the barn doors. She had let go of Emily’s hand and came around the front of the group to open the barn doors. Remi had noticed that her brother, Ryker, was standing behind Derek and was comparing his muscles to Derek’s muscles and stopped in front of the barn doors. “Ryker Joseph… What the hell are ya doin’?” Remi asked, causing everyone to look over at Ryker. “His muscles are better than mine.” Ryker said in a serious tone, making Remi laugh.

     “What’s so funny, Remi?” Rossi asked, smiling at the young woman. “I’ve got better muscles than both of them combined.” Remi laughed as she continued opening the barn doors. “Yeah, I doubt that.” Derek laughed along with Ryker. “It’s true though. Remi, take your shirt off and flex for everyone.” “Yeah, Remi. Put Morgan in his place.” Both JJ and Penelope added as they were standing next to Emily. “Or you know, I could take your shirt off for you if you’d like.” Emily spoke up, knowing that she can make her girlfriend all flustered. “I would absolutely love that, and you know it, Prentiss.” Remi fired back as she whipped around to look at her girlfriend once she got the barn doors open. “C’mon… Prove it, farm girl.” Derek challenged, not knowing just yet about what to and what NOT to challenge his coworker on.

     Remi sighed and gave in, taking her shirt off and showing off her muscles to her team and flexing for everyone. She especially flexed towards Derek, making sure that she’s making her point. The team, more importantly Derek, were all floored when they took in the young agent’s muscular build in daylight. “Now…��� Remi paused to tuck her shirt into the waistband of her pants and showing a little bit more of her Calvin Klein boxers – that she always has the waistband of showing above her pants waistband. “If y’all don’t mind, I would like to say that I have better muscles than Morgan does.” She smiled, winking at Morgan. “C’mon in everyone and meet some of our farm family. And by some, I mean minus the chickens and Devil Hector.” Remi explained, leading everyone into the large barn that housed the horses, cows, some pigs, and a couple large roosters that were roaming around. The farm did have a pigsty; however, it was currently overfilled.

     “Oh wow. This place is amazing you guys.” Will stated as everyone took everything in as they all entered the barn. “Our farm has been in our family for four generations. It’s obviously been updated though.” Oliver informed the team with a chuckle. Remi was standing next to Emily and smiled. “Do y’all wanna meet Lucky?” Remi asked. “Who’s Lucky?” Spencer wondered from next to Hotch. “Lucky is my 9-year-old Bronc horse. He was born here on the farm as well as his mother and father too. I actually had raised both Lucky and his mother.” Remi explained, leading everyone over to where Lucky’s stable was and had opened the said stable. Lucky was currently munching on some of his hay as his ‘morning snack’ when Remi opened his stable door. He was a gorgeous brown and white with a black mane and black tale. “Hey there, bubble butt… Ya know where all that hay will go to, right!?” Remi joked as she stepped into her horse’s stable.

     Lucky had stopped munching when he heard his human’s voice and turned around in his stable, immediately pulling Remi into a ‘hug’. “Well, I missed you too, Lucky.” Remi laughed as well as everyone else. Lucky had released Remi from the hug so that she could face everyone that were all standing outside of the stable. “Everyone, this is my 9-year-old horse Lucky. Lucky, this is the team that I want you to meet. But I want you to be on your best behavior, okay? Would ya stop doin’ that to my hair?” Remi sighed as she fixed her hair from Lucky messing it up by licking her hair. “That’s so gross, dude.” Remi said, flicking a little slobber back at him. ”Anyway, c’mon up a little closer to everyone, bud.” Remi suggested as she walked Lucky up to the group, making sure that she kept her body in front of his front legs. “Lucky, good behavior. Got it?” Remi smiled when the horse nodded his head. “Lucky, that’s Dave right there and I think you’ll like him because he’s pretty cool.” The horse gave Rossi a goofy smile. “Next is my boss, Hotch, and his son Jack. They’re really sweet.” Lucky gently licked Jack’s cheek, making the young boy giggle and Hotch smile. “Next we have Spencer and he’s sweet and very smart. Then we have Derek and he’s challenging.” Remi laughed when her horse smiled at Spencer then stuck his tongue out at Derek.

     “Lucky, this is Will, JJ and their son Henry. But you know that ya gotta be nice and gentle with Henry because he’s just a baby.” Remi said, making sure that Lucky’s very gentle when he sniffs Henry. Lucky pulls back from sniffing Henry and smiles at JJ who was holding the baby. “Lucky, this is Penelope and she’s one of the most colorful and brave people that I know.” Remi winked at Penelope when Lucky gave her a big wet kiss. “Now, Lucky. This is an incredibly special person that I would love for you to meet. This is my girlfriend, Emily… Man, I just love saying that.” Remi laughed as well as the team and her brothers. “Well, hi there Lucky.” Emily laughed when the horse gave her a big wet kiss on her forehead. “Do y’all wanna see a bronc riding event really quick?” Remi asked, immediately receiving a ‘yes’ from the whole team, including Jack. “Well, okay then. Benny, Ollie, Nolan and Harris, I’ll need your help to get everything ready and set up.”

     While Benny, Oliver, Nolan, and Harris helped Remi get Lucky and everything else ready, the rest of the boys showed the team out to the riding ring. After Lucky got ready and taken out to the ring, Remi had grabbed her black chaps to put on and made sure that she had put her shirt back on first. Harris helped her finish putting on her chaps and they walked out to the riding ring together. Remi climbed up and sat onto the wooden ledge of the cage that Lucky was currently having a hissy fit in and tried to get him to calm down a tad so she can get onto him. Once she finally got onto him, he started to have his hissy fit again and wanted to be out of the tightly fit cage. “You ready, sis?” Nolan asked as he watched her shift around on Lucky to get more comfortable. “Yes, sir. Are y’all ready?” Remi called out to the team and the rest of her brothers. They all started to cheer which made Remi chuckle.

     Harris had helped her with her glove and the rope. Harris said a quick prayer with his twin sister like they’ve always done. “Okay. I’m ready, Ollie.” Remi said. Oliver pulled open the gate and jumped onto the side of the wooden ring just when Lucky had started to buck. Everyone started cheering and let out some whistles too. After about 12 or 13 seconds, Remi ended up falling off and had somewhat landed onto her feet. She quickly ran over and jumped onto the side of the wooden ring in front of the team as Lucky was still bucking. “Wahoo, what a rush.” Remi laughed as she high fived Rossi, Morgan, and Reid. Lucky had finally calmed down and came over to check on Remi. He nudged her with his nose to get her attention and some love from his human. “You’re a good boy. Isn’t that right, bubble butt?” She laughed even harder when Lucky had pushed her back into the middle of the ring. “What’s wrong, bubble butt!? Ya want some of this? Huh, huh.” Remi said as she acted like she was about to start boxing with her horse.

     After a while of joking around, it was time to put Lucky back into his stable. After he was put away and Remi had taken off her chaps, she turned to face the team and smiled wide when she looked at her lovely girlfriend. Remi still had her chest plate on from when she rode Lucky for the team to see. “Would y’all li-“ She stopped when she got interrupted by a deep, low moo that came from one of their cows that was followed by a thud. Remi excused herself and went over to see what was going on. About four or five stalls down from where Lucky’s stall was and where everyone stood, Remi saw what the problem was, and it was a BIG problem. “BENNY!” She yelled as she swung the stall door open. Their female Black Angus cow, Rosie, just so happens to be in labor and the calf looks like it just might be stuck. Which means that there’s a lot of discomfort and Rosie and the calf’s lives are both at risk. However, that means that they must work quick to save both cows. “Wyatt and Colten, c’mon, lets go. Eli, get everyone at a safe distance. Sawyer, make sure that the barn door is open wide enough for both Rosie and the calf. Y’all know the drill and Remi, we’ve got to get her out of her stall and into the open part of the barn carefully.” Benny said loudly.

     “What’s going on?” Hotch asked in his stern Unit Chief voice. “Our female Black Angus cow, Rosie, is in labor and the calf just so happens to be stuck. If the calf gets stuck in the birth canal, it means that both mama and calf are both in danger of…... getting hurt.” Harris explained, making sure to keep the information kid friendly around Jack and Henry. Once everyone was at a safe distance from the scene, everyone heard a thud followed by a laugh and a ‘we’re good’ come from Benny. Rosie always seemed to give Remi a hard time with whatever Remi was doing. This time Rosie had knocked Remi over into her feed. Benny, Wyatt and Colten were slowly but surely getting Rosie to come out of her stable while Eli and Sawyer were watching Remi struggle to get herself unstuck from Rosie’s feed bin. Everyone else was off to the left in the middle of the barn as they watched the scene in front of them. Remi had finally got herself unstuck and came bounding out of the stable covered in feed from head to toe. “Damn cow.” She laughed and shook off majority of the feed.

     Remi got the long arm length gloves on and turned to the others. “Y’all ready to hopefully see a calf be born?” She asked, smiling at Penelope’s excitement. “Why do you guys do it out here for?” Spencer asked. “Well, we normally don’t do it out here. We usually just have to monitor everything while they’re still in their stable. However, since the calf is stuck in the birthing canal, it’s safer to do it out here where we have more access to both mama and baby hopefully without anyone getting hurt.” Remi explained as she carefully approached Rosie from behind. She put one hand on Rosie’s back and inserted her other hand into Rosie. The cow protested very angrily with a low ‘moo’ when Remi had finally gotten the calf repositioned correctly. When Remi had retracted her hand out of Rosie, half of the calf had come out along with her hand.

     Out of pain and anger, Rosie had kicked Remi ridiculously hard in the chest causing Remi to fly backwards quite a few feet and had been stopped by a closed stable door. The calf and the after birth had come out when Remi got kicked across the barn. Emily, Derek, and Harris had run over to where Remi was laying awkwardly up against the stable door. She still had the bloody gloves on as well as her chest plate that she wore when she had ridden Lucky earlier. Remi was in way too much pain to do much of anything other then be in the position that she currently was in. “Hey, hey! Remi, you alright? Ryker, go get our parents. Hurry!” Harris ordered. Harris removed his twin sister’s gloves and tried to move her carefully into laying position. Remi slowly caught her breathe just as Ryker and their parents got to the barn and saw the scene. “I fucking hate cows.” Remi groaned, still trying to catch her breathe.

     “You’re incredibly lucky that you still have your chest plate on. If you didn’t, things would’ve been MUCH worse.” Joseph explained as he checked over his daughter. Harris had managed to get Remi’s chest plate off without having her move much. “Em?” Remi groaned, reaching out for her girlfriend. “Hey, babe. I’m right here. Just focus on your breathing.” Emily said as she moved over to Remi’s side so she could see her and grabbed her hand. “I really hate cows sometimes.” Remi said, ending up going into a small coughing fit. Once her coughing fit had subsided and she finally caught her breath, she was still rubbing her chest. Remi put a hand on Emily’s chest and started grinning. “I definitely like your chest better than mine.” She grinned even wider. Emily just rolled her eyes and grinned, swatting Remi’s hand away from her chest.

     “We should take you to the hospital to get checked out instead of you groping my chest in front of your parents, Remi. You know, just to be safe.” Emily stated, getting agreements from everyone. “Or I could just have you check it out for me.” Remi smiled, winking up at Emily. “Come on, Remi. I’ll help you up.” Derek laughed. Him, Emily, Joseph, and Harris all helped Remi up off the barn floor. Joseph greatly appreciated that Hotch, Derek, Emily, and Harris had all volunteered to take Remi to the hospital. Remi sat in the backseat of the SUV in between Emily and Harris while Hotch drove and Derek in the passenger seat. “Hey Remi.” Hotch spoke up as he drove to the hospital.

     “Yes?” Remi answered as she looked up at the man. “How come you never mentioned your friend that had died before?” He asked the young woman. She looked away from his prying eyes before answering. “It happened a lifetime ago. Would it have mattered if I did? We all have something in our past that we all don’t talk about. Would it have changed or made a difference in anything if I did say something beforehand?” Remi asked as Hotch pulled into the hospital parking lot and parked. “Yes, it could have and still can if you’re willing to talk about it.” He stated. His eyes softened when he looked back at her. “I just never wanted to receive pity or come off as weak to the team. Plus, it’s not something that I like to broadcast.” Remi explained. Everyone got out of the SUV and Emily helped Remi carefully get out and received a kiss on her nose when Remi was out of the vehicle.

     “Let’s get those ribs checked out.” Emily softly smiled. Remi looked at Emily like everything seemed perfect in the world. And to Remi, everything was perfect with Emily by her side now. After a short wait in the waiting room and some x-rays later, it turned out that Remi’s ribs were badly bruised, and a few were fractured in a few spots. She was given some pain meds and ordered to take it easy for a while. Remi was just thankful that they had 2 weeks of vacation to rest.

[catlynhoss05]

Home Sweet Home Ch. 1 P. 3

Meeting The Farm Family!

*NOT MY GIF*

Pairing: OC!baureader x Emily Prentiss x Criminal Minds

~starts in season 4~ (also, check out the links to see what Remi’s abs look like and to see what her arms look like when she flexes as well.. The links are all on the HSH masterlist.) (Click here for song when cued)

Chapter Summary: After the team finishes up with the case and return back to Remi’s childhood home, the team are in for an eventful evening. However, when the following day comes around, Emily’s in for a BIG surprise that makes everyone -herself included- say, “ABOUT TIME!!!”

     After everyone had finished up with supper and the dishes were all cleaned up, Remi had excused herself so she could go and check the chickens. What Remi wasn’t expecting was that Asher had let the mean chicken -that only hated Remi- out of it’s cage to roam around the coop. The mean chicken liked everyone EXCEPT for Remi and Asher knew that. When she had left the house to go to the chicken coop, Asher turned back to the rest of the boys as everyone was just lounging around and started grinning like a fool.

     “Asher, not again. You do remember the last time you messed with her, right?” Benjamin asked with a smile. “Oh, I remember. I still have that scar, but it’s totally worth it though.” Asher laughed. The team looked at each other with confused looks. “What’s going on?” JJ asked. Before anyone could answer her question, everyone heard Remi scream for Asher, and she sounded BEYOND pissed. “Oh God. She’s pissed… Remove anything glass and/or any valuables and BACK UP.” Harris explained, him and his brothers grabbing every piece of glass that was in view and hurrying to put them out of the way before Remi came back inside. Once everyone was backed up out of harms way, Remi had appeared in the patio doorway covered in feathers, a few broken eggs, and some chicken feces. Her fists were tightly clenched, and her face was red, which Emily was really turned on by seeing Remi so riled up. “You bastard.” Remi muttered. “If you two are gonna fight, take it out back so you don’t get everything dirty.” Carol insisted.

     Nolan had pushed Asher out in the middle of the room to wait for his impending doom that is an angry Remi. “Rem-Remi, look. I am sorry, but we have not seen each other in a few months since you left for D.C. and I-I was just messing with you, okay? That’s just what we do.” Asher tried reasoning with his sister. However, that did not help much because that’s when Remi started charging at Asher, who decided to make a run for it out the front door. As Remi chased Asher around the house and to the back yard, everyone that was left in the house had all came out onto the patio to watch the scene. “So, uh… You two are okay with letting them fight it out?” Morgan asked Carol as they all looked on. “Since we have a total of 12 kids and Remi being the youngest and the only girl, we let them figure out their issues/problems that they have with each other on their own. Sometimes, depending on the situation, they fight it out and if the fights get way to out of hand, that’s when we have to intervene.” Carol explained, earning understanding nods from the team. 

     Remi had finally managed to tackle Asher in the middle of the yard and ended rolling together for a few seconds. Once they stopped rolling and were both laying in the yard on their backs, they started laughing and Remi had forgiven him. They both got up off the ground and made their way back up to the house. “Hey, hey… Both of you, shoes off before going inside the house. And take a shower after showing your team where they will be staying, Remington.” Joseph, Remi’s dad, ordered. After Asher and Remi kicked off their shoes, they had both followed everyone back inside the house. Remi went to grab her bags by the front door before turning to face the team to decide where everyone would be staying. “Okay, so I’ve thought about how the sleeping arrangements will be until Will, Henry, Jack and my doggo, Louisa, get here. So, until then, I have a double bed that has a mattress in my old room that is set up so JJ, Penelope and Emily can stay in there with me. You three ladies can borrow some of my old clothes and a pair of boots if needed. Uh, Hotch… You can stay in Asher and Eli’s old room. Rossi, you can stay in Sawyer’s old room. Derek, you can stay in Ryker’s old room and Spencer, you can stay Dallas’s old room.” Remi decided.

     Hotch and the team all came over and grabbed their bags from the entryway and followed Remi upstairs to the rooms. Once Remi showed the men to their rooms, she then led Emily, JJ and Penelope to her old room that was down at the end of the hallway. “Okay, here we are. Oh, and about that secret that I had mentioned about earlier.” She paused as she worked on picking the lock to her bedroom door. “Ha, there we go, got it.” She chuckled, standing back up and turning towards the 3 women. “I-I finally got the lock picked… Anyway, the reason why I had said that I would show you ladies that secret of mine is because, well…. Come in and see for yourselves.” Remi suggested with a smirk, opening the door, and walking into the room. Emily, JJ, and Penelope followed her into the room a bit cautiously; not knowing what to expect exactly. When they took in some of the contents that were hanging on the wall nearest to the doorway, they were not expecting what they were looking at. “Oh wow. This is your secret, Remi? A collection of awards, newspaper clippings, plaques, ribbons, pictures and big trophies?” JJ asked. “Well, sort of…” Remi trailed off.

     “What do you mean ‘sort of’?” Emily asked, confused. Penelope gasped after reading one of the many framed newspaper clippings on the wall, her gasp scaring Emily and JJ. “If you looked closely at the stuff on the wall, and I am quite sure that Penelope hit the jackpot on what my secret is, you would’ve read that I’m a two-time world record holder for bull riding. And before you ask what I mean when I said ‘two-time’, the first time that I broke the world record for bull riding was when I was 25 and the second time was when I was 29 and broke my first record time.” Remi explained to her female coworkers. JJ, Emily, and Penelope were all standing there in her room, starring at her with their mouths agape, as they tried to take in the information they were just told. “I’m also one of the top 5 best rodeo riders in the world.” Remi had finished explaining.

     “I have a question to ask, and they probably do as well. Anyway, I could not help but notice this newspaper article of yours that is about Saddle Bronc Riding. What is that exactly?” Penelope asked, pointing at the article on the wall. “Saddle Bronc Riding is, in a way, sort of like bull riding yet it’s not. Bull riding is where you are obviously on a bucking bull, where as Saddle Bronc Riding is where you are on a bucking horse, or a bronc horse, earning the name Saddle Bronc Riding. However, there’s also Bareback Bronc Riding which I personally think is more difficult then the other.” Remi chuckled. “That’s interesting and awesome.” Penelope and JJ laughed. “And fucking hot.” Emily admitted aloud, silencing the room for a few seconds before Penelope and JJ started laughing again and making Remi blush a deep red and become bashful.

     “That’s why my files are classified and why you couldn’t find any information on me or hack into my said files. Or even do a simple background check on me, Miss Penelope.” Remi laughed as she picked up her go-bag off the floor and putting it onto the cot bed. “How’d you know that I did that? Oh, and have you met any famous people?” The bubbly tech genius laughed as well as the other three women. “Honestly, I did not until you just admitted to doing so, but I did have my suspicions though. And yes, I have actually.” Remi laughed as she grabbed some clean clothes out of her bag before turning around to face Penelope. “Who all have you met, Remi?” Emily asked, setting her bags by the cot bed. “I have met George Strait a few times.” She smiled, then excused herself so she could go and shower before going to bed.

     After Remi had left the room to go and shower, Emily, JJ and Penelope had all changed into their pajamas for bed. When Emily had finished changing her clothes, she turned to face Penelope and JJ and sat down on the cot bed. “Why do you the two of you get the king-sized bed for?” She asked quietly. “Because we got to the bed before you did. Plus, you need to get a move on with the whole crush on Remi situation. And yes, that means sleeping in the same bed with her if that’s what it’s gonna take.” JJ whispered. After about 20 minutes or so and after everyone got ready for bed, Remi had returned to her room wearing only a white Calvin Klein sports bra, matching white Calvin Klein’s boy short underwear with only the waistband showing and gray sweatpants that rode a bit low on her hips. Her hair was damp and askew from her somewhat drying her hair with a towel. Emily was still sitting on the cot bed while JJ and Penelope had already gotten comfortable in the king size bed.

     Remi started to chuckle as she took in the state of the two in the king size bed. “I see that you two already made yourselves comfortable.” She laughed. “Well, it is pretty comfy.” Penelope laughed as well as JJ and Emily. Remi turned her attention back to her belongings that were still on the cot bed and moved them off the bed, setting them down in front of her closet. When she turned back to face Emily, she noticed that the raven-haired beauty was gawking at her and she smirked. “See somethin’ you like, Prentiss?” She asked as she moved a bit closer to Emily. “And if I do, are you gonna do something about it?” Emily quipped, leaning back onto her elbows on the cot bed. Remi just chuckled and moved to get a pair of socks to put on before getting into bed. “Are you gonna do anything, Remi?” JJ asked, wiggling her eyebrows at the young agent.

     Before Remi could do or say anything to JJ, they all heard some whispering coming from the other side of the closed bedroom door. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. Every fucking time I have a girl in my room and the door just so happens to be closed.” Remi muttered, finishing putting her socks on before digging through her closet. “Nice looking ass you got there, Remington. But what are you looking for exactly?” Emily asked, hearing Remi bump her head on something and hearing her murmur a quiet ‘fuck’ under her breathe. “Aha, found it. And must you call me Remington?” Remi laughed as she pulled out her old red whip. “Wait, are you actually going to use that on them?” Penelope asked, sitting up in bed. “Oh, heavens no… You know how bad that would hurt them?” Remi asked. “They’re all scared of my whip. I would never hit anyone OR any animal with it. I only keep it around just to scare my brothers off if they’re buggin’ me.” Remi explained, walking over to her door quietly and made sure that the ladies stayed quiet.

     Remi opened her door and shouted ‘HEY’ at Colten, Oliver and Nolan who were eavesdropping on their sister and her female coworkers. The three boys took notice of the red leather whip that was in her hand and started to run back down the hallway and down the stairs as well. Remi started to laugh as she went back into her bedroom and closed the door. “Oh man. That was great and tickles me every time.” She smiled, walking back over to her closet, and putting her whip back in its place. “Hey Remi.” Penelope spoke up. “Yes?” “What is that on your inner left bicep?” She asked curiously. Remi lifted her left arm to see what the tech genius was talking about. “Oh, that’s just my birthmark.” She explained, yawning, and stretching her arms above her head. “I think it’s time for us to get some shut eye.

     Remi crawled onto the other side of the cot bed furthest away from the door since Emily already made herself comfortable. They all said their good nights to each other before drifting off into much needed sleep around 10 p.m.. Sometime around midnight, Remi had woken up because she had to go to the bathroom but had realized that she could not get up out of bed. “Uh, Emily?” She whispered. “Emily…” She whispered again but harshly this time. When the raven-haired beauty did not respond or make any attempt at moving off her, Remi decided to fix the problem herself. In one quick motion, Remi thought her plan would go smoothly as she wanted it to. And boy, was she wrong about that. She was hoping that she could smoothly roll Emily off her just enough for her to quickly jump up off the bed. However, when Remi had managed to roll Emily off her and back to her side of the cot, Emily started to wake up when Remi had her hips straddled with her knees and both of Remi’s hands on either side of her head.

     “Uh, hi.” Remi whispered nervously. “If we’re going to do this, Remi, we’re going to have to be fast and quiet.” Emily whispered, grinning up at Remi. “As much as I would love that right now, we can’t. Plus, you were sleeping on top of me, and I have to pee.” Remi chuckled, getting off Emily and making her way to the bathroom. Once she came back to her room, she closed the door and then crawled back into bed to go back to sleep. “Night, Em.” She whispered. Emily smiled sleepily at the nickname that she used. “Night, Remi.” Emily took in her coworker’s sleeping figure and absolutely wanted to devour every inch of her and to be devoured and loved by her as well. But she knew that it was not the time or place to do that. Around 4 a.m., Remi’s alarm on her phone started to go off, waking up the young agent. She hurried to grab her phone to turn off the alarm so it would not wake up the other 3 women.

     Once she got the alarm turned off, Remi carefully got out of bed and started to get dressed before leaving the bedroom, trying not to wake up her sleeping coworkers. As she made her way downstairs to get something to drink and to do a few morning stretches, she noticed all 11 of her brothers cuddled up together in the living room, chuckling to herself. Remi put on a pair of her old cowboy boots that she wears for whenever she’s home and works on the farm, grabs a few trays with a bunch of egg cartons on them and she heads out to collect eggs to make breakfast for everyone. About 2 and a half hours later, around 6:30 a.m. or so, Remi was relieved that she was finished with cleaning the chicken coop, feeding the chickens, and collecting eggs for breakfast for everyone. Grabbing the trays of filled egg cartons, she heads back to the house to start making some food. Remi kicks off her boots on the patio before entering the house and was greeted by a few of her brothers, Hotch, Rossi and Spencer awake and sitting at the island in the kitchen.

     “Good mornin’, carbon-based lifeforms.” Remi greeted, earning some groans from Spencer and Rossi. “Well okay then. I got some eggs to make for breakfast if y’all are hungry.” Remi offered, watching Reid, Hotch and Rossi perk up at the mention of food. “Got any coffee?” Hotch asked. “Pfft, who do you think I am!?” Remi and Hotch laughed. “Yeah, it’s over there on the counter.” She pointed out. The rest of the team, Remi’s brothers and her parents started to wake up and make their ways downstairs to the kitchen and out of the living room for some food and coffee. Everyone got a plate of food and some coffee before sitting around the kitchen and living room and enjoying a nice, hot meal together. After a while when everyone was finished and just sitting around talking and drinking coffee, Sawyer spoke up from his seat on the couch. “So, Remi.” He paused, taking a sip of his coffee. “What, Sawyer?” She called out as she was filling up her coffee mug.

     “When are you gonna make your move?” He asked, everyone else also chiming in. “What move?” Emily asked confused. Everyone, including Remi’s parents, were smiling at Remi, and waiting for her to say something. Remi came into view of everyone from the kitchen, looking like a nervous wreck. “Uh…” She cleared her throat. “We can do it now if that’s alright with everyone.” She suggested, getting a ‘yes’ from everyone except for Emily. Emily was sitting at the island along with JJ and Penelope while the rest of the team and Remi’s brothers were sitting around on the 2 sectionals in the living room. Remi came over and stood in front of Emily with something behind her back. “You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” Emily asked, making everyone laugh. “No, I’m not gonna kill you… I have a surprise for you though. Well, technically two surprises. Anyway, these are for you.” Remi smiled, revealing a bouquet of beautiful red roses, and handed them to Emily. “Oh my gosh, these are gorgeous flowers, Remi. Thank you.” Emily smiled.

     It was still noticeable that the raven-haired beauty was still confused on what the second surprise was going to be. Remi smiled, offering her hand to Emily. “C’mere. I still have that second surprise for you.” Emily took her hand and followed her over to the grand piano that was in the den. There was also a violin, a drum set and an acoustic guitar that were also set up in the den as well. Remi had motioned to Harris, Elijah, and Wyatt to come over as well. Remi had pulled out the piano bench and had let Emily sit down first before sitting down next to her. Once the three boys were ready for Remi’s cue, she had slightly turned to face Emily before they started playing. “Emily, I’ve had the biggest crush on you ever since the moment we had officially met the moment you had accidently spilled your ridiculously hot coffee all over my shirt on my first day at the BAU.” Remi explained, laughing at the memory. She turned her body back to face the piano. “Emily Prentiss, this song is for you.” Remi smiled.

(Cue Song)

(Harris plays violin; Elijah plays drums; Wyatt plays guitar; Remi obviously sings/plays piano)

You don’t have to go now, honey

Call and tell ‘em you won’t be in today

Baby, there ain’t nothin’ at the office

So important it can’t wait

I’m thankful for the weekend

But two days in heaven just ain’t gonna do

This is gonna take forever, darlin’

Girl, I just got started lovin’ you

 What’s the point in fightin’ what we’re feelin’

We both know we’ll never win

Ain’t this what we’re missin’

Let’s just stop all this resistin’ and give in

Let me wrap my arms around you

You know you don’t want to leave this room

Come back and let me hold you, darlin’

Girl, I just got started lovin’ you

   Everyone, especially Emily, were all enjoying hearing Remi and her brothers sing and play the song. They’re also relieved that Remi finally had told Emily how she felt about her and was finally doing something about it.

What can I say, I’ve never felt this way

Girl, you’re like a dream come true

After all the love we’ve made

It sure would be a shame

If we let this moment end so soon

So won’t you lay back down beside me

Girl, just like I know you’re wantin’ to

Trust me when I tell you, darlin’

Girl, I just got started lovin’ you

 I ain’t gonna stop

Oh yeah

 What can I say, I’ve never felt this way

Girl, you’re like a dream come true

After all the love we’ve made

It sure would be a shame

If we let this moment end so soon

 I’m thankful for the weekend

But two days in heaven just ain’t gonna do

This is gonna take forever, darlin’

Girl, I just got started lovin’ you

Come back and let me hold you, darlin’

Girl, I just got started lovin’ you

 Gonna hang out all week long

Laughing, loving, kissing, hugging baby

      After they finished the song, Remi turned herself so that she’s facing Emily and her cheeks started to turn pink as well as the tips of her ears. “So, will you be my girlfriend, Emily?” She asked bashfully. “Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend and it’s about time you asked.” Emily laughed as well as everyone else. Remi beamed, cupping Emily’s face in her hands and leaning forward a bit to kiss her sweetly. Everyone started to cheer, and Penelope decided to shout, “ABOUT TIME!!!” The new couple broke apart from each other and started laughing at Penelope’s excitement when she shouted. Remi and Emily had both stood up from the piano and moved so Remi could put the bench back where it was before exiting the den. They stopped in front of the team when Hotch spoke up. “You both do realize that you’re going to have to go Strauss and tell her, right?” Hotch asked in all seriousness. “Yeah, about that. She already knows.” Remi smirked. “How does she already know about you two getting together?” Hotch asked, clearly confused as his eyebrows furrowed together as everyone else’s did too.

     “Remember that rare sighting of Strauss smiling and being nice to me last week?” Remi asked. “Yeah.” Rossi spoke up. “That’s because she had pulled me into her office and asked when I was going to ask Emily out. And how do y’all think we got 2 weeks of paid vacation time to spend here in Nashville after the case?” Remi chuckled, receiving shocked looks from everyone including Hotch. “For some odd reason, Strauss actually likes me. I don’t know why though.” Remi paused. “And don’t get any ideas about having me asking her for more paid vacations… MORGAN.” Hotch and Rossi laughed, watching Derek putting his hands up in surrender.

     It was around 8:30/9:00 a.m. when there was a knock at the front door. “I’ll get it.” Colten said, getting up from his spot on one of the sectionals. Everyone else was just sitting around together enjoying each other’s company for the time being. Remi and Emily were sitting together on a couple bar stools at the island in the kitchen. “You know, the way that you’re sitting right now is giving me the perfect view down the front of your shirt.” Remi grinned happily, making Emily blush a little bit. “See anything you like!?” Emily asked teasingly. “Oh, very much so.” Remi played along, leaning into kiss Emily. Before the two could kiss, Colten came back into the living room – there is a big opening that connects the kitchen and living room together – and had a few guests with him. “Hey, look what the cat dragged in.” Colten chuckled, moving out of the way to show everyone that Will, Henry, Jack and Louisa had arrived.

     JJ, Hotch and the rest of the team had gotten up off the couch to greet them. “Louisa… Hey sweet girl.” Remi called out as she crouched down so she could greet her dog. Louisa practically ran over and jumped into Remi’s arms and immediately started giving her kisses. “Okay, okay. That’s enough for now. Can you sit?” Remi asked, watching Louisa do what she asked. Remi stood back up and turned to Emily who was smiling at her. “Should I be jealous!?” She asked sarcastically. Remi rolled her eyes at her girlfriend with a smirk. “Emily and the rest of the team, this is my 2-year-old German Shepard, Louisa… Louisa, this is my team that I told you about and this is Emily.” Remi said. “Louisa, can you say hi to everyone?” Louisa barked and nudged Emily’s leg with her paw. “She wants you to shake.” Remi smiled.

     “Hi, Louisa. I’m Emily… I’m your mom’s girlfriend and coworker.” The raven-haired beauty smiled, shaking the dog’s paw. As Louisa made her way around the room to each team member – also including Jack, Henry and Will – to shake hand and paw, Will looked between Remi and Emily before turning to JJ. “Wait, girlfriend?” He asked, earning a nod from everyone. “About time the two of you finally got together.” He laughed.

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Home Sweet Home Ch. 1 P. 2: Welcome Home!

Pairing: OC!baureader x Emily Prentiss x Criminal Minds

~starts in season 4~

(Remi's abs & arms)

Chapter Summary: Remi and the rest of the team arrive in Nashville and just so happen to stay at Remi's family farm due to an overbooked hotel. Hotch and the team absolutely love Remi's family and they find out something terrible that Remi had gone through as a child in the process of finally finishing the case.

     Hotch had gotten 2 rental cars for the team to use while they were in Nashville. Him, Rossi, Reid and Derek took one while Remi, Emily, JJ and Penelope took the other. Remi drove while Hotch followed in the other vehicle because she had explained that it would be easier that way instead of giving the directions to her parents place. The drive from the hotel to Remi’s parents took all of 20 minutes or so to get there. When Remi parked the rental car, they were about 65 to 80 yards or so away from the massive -and I mean MASSIVE- 2-story farmhouse that was surrounded by gorgeous land and buildings.

     Everyone got out of the cars and got their go-bags when the front door to the house had swung open, and 11 men came out onto the wrap around porch. “Hey, boys. Look, it’s our baby sister Remi.” Harris spoke up loud enough for everyone to hear. Remi laughed and dropped her go-bags down next to JJ and started running with open arms and her brothers all did the same as well. Harris had engulfed Remi in a big bear hug. However, their hug ended up with all 12 siblings in a big dog pile after the oldest, Benjamin, had tackled Harris and Remi. After they all had gotten up once their laughter had settled, they all made their way over to Remi’s team.

     The boys got into a line from oldest to youngest, or what Remi thought was in the right order for a moment. “Everyone, these are my 11 older brothers. Boys, this is....” Remi paused and walked back over to her brothers; more importantly the triplets. She stopped in front of who the team had assumed to be Benjamin, but were apparently wrong when Remi head slapped the man. “Boy, that’s not your spot.” She chuckled and turned back to the team. “Anyway, this is the famous BAU team out of the FBI that I’ve told you about.” Remi smiled proudly at everyone.

     “Oh, introductions. Right. But, we gotta make this quick. This is our fearless and stoic bossman, Aaron Hotchner; the BAU founder/author, Dave Rossi; our resident boy genius, Dr. Spencer Reid, and yes, he’s an actual genius; the said ‘muscle’ of the team, Derek Morgan; our colorful technical analyst, Penelope Garcia; badass/mama bear, Jennifer Jareau or JJ; and our other badass raven, Emily Prentiss.” Remi paused. “Team, these are my brothers like I had said before. The triplets, Benjamin, Oliver and Nolan. Then there’s Ryker and that’s Sawyer. The twins, Asher and Elijah. Then there's Wyatt, Colten and Dallas. And then my favorite brother of all, my twin brother Harris.”

     After she had introduced everyone, Remi was about to go and grab her bags when 10 out of 11 of her brothers all said in unison. “Favorite brother?” Remi sighed, hanging her head. “I will drop kick each and every one of you if we have to go through this yet again.” She stated matter-of-factly. Hotch and the team, especially Emily, were getting a kick out of watching Remi and her brothers argue. Well, until Remi walked away and back over to get her bags that were by the team. It was around noon when the team had arrived at Remi’s parents house. “If you’ll excuse us, boys. But the team and I have a case to solve and an unsub to catch. And, Benny?” Remi paused.

     “If you ever say that phrase around the team, they don’t count. That only counts for you boys and myself. Got it?” She asked. “Ugh, fine.” Benjamin groaned as everyone started making their way up to the house. After the boys had gone inside first, Remi had entered the house after them and was followed by the team. Remi had set her two bags down by the island so she could greet her parents. “Hey, mama.” She greeted, hugging her mother and doing the same with her father as well. “I’m so happy to see you, Remington. Come introduce us to your team.” Remi’s mother said as she brought Remi back around the island to fully see the team.

     “Okay. Well, that’s our Unit Chief SSA Aaron Hotchner. Then there’s SSA’s Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau or JJ, Dave Rossi, our boy genius Dr. Spencer Reid and our technical analyst Penelope Garcia..... And, yes. Spencer’s an actual genius.” Remi explained to her parents. After everyone was introduced, Remi's parents had said that they could set up and work in the den and in the living room as well. Benjamin and Sawyer had left to go to grocery store to get more food, drinks and snacks for everyone. They made sure to stock up on Cheetos and Arnold Palmer's half sweet tea/half lemonade because they know how Remi gets when she's fully committed to something.

     Hotch and Rossi had left as well to go to the precinct to talk to the police officers. Morgan and JJ went to talk to the families; Emily stayed back at the house to help Reid with the geographical profile and Remi had stayed behind to go through all the potential unsubs with Penelope. When Hotch and Rossi got back from the precinct, they had brought in all of the evidence and information about each murder and all the possible men that could be a potential suspect that the police had willing handed over to them. “I volunteer to go through all of that for ya, Hotch.” Remi stated as she stood up from her spot on the couch next to Penelope.

     “You sure, Remi? Would you want someone to help you with all of this?” Hotch asked, handing over the boxes that he had in his hands. “Yes I’m sure and I honestly wouldn’t mind working by myself since everyone seems to be busy.” She shrugged, going into the den with everything that Hotch and Rossi had received. The stuff that they received from the precinct were more crime scene photos, files on three suspects that just might be the unsub and paper trails for each man. About 10 minutes or so after Remi had started sorting and reading through the evidence, Benjamin and Sawyer had finally returned back to the house with the groceries.

     The other boys had helped bring everything in from the truck. “Remi, come get something to eat and drink please.” Carol, Remi’s mother of course, called out from the kitchen, but didn’t get a response from her. “Remington Shae Montgomery. Food NOW.” Carol said in her ‘mom voice’. Remi was in the kitchen in 2 seconds flat and was greeted by a grinning Hotch and Emily. “What’s so funny?” She asked, walking over to stand next to her mom. “You just got the ‘mom voice’ in front of most of the team. And now we all know exactly how to get you to listen and to possibly cooperate when needed.” Emily explained with a chuckle.

     Before anyone else could say anything else about what just happened, Morgan and JJ walked into the house from talking with the victims families. “Oh thank heavens.” Remi sighed, relieved that the subject could possibly change. “Okay, we clearly just missed something.” Derek spoke up, stopping next to Hotch. “I just got the ‘mom voice’ in front of everyone.” Remi explained. She grabbed a bag of Cheetos and an Arnold Palmer half sweet tea/half lemonade drink and went back to work in the den. However, of course, she couldn’t help herself and checked Emily out as she walked past her. And of course, nothing can get by if you have 11 older brothers like Remi does.

     “OOH. She’s got it bad, boys.” Benjamin said aloud, causing everyone to chuckle. “I will end you, Benny.” Remi smirked. After about an hour or so later, it was around 1 o’clock in the afternoon and no one had gotten anywhere with any of the evidence or the geological profile. Until now that is when Remi finally had a breakthrough. “HOTCH! I know who the unsub is..... His name is Jonah Dalton.” Remi informed her boss and team as she stumbled out of the den and ALMOST face planting into Emily’s ass. She had stopped herself by putting her hands onto Emily's sides. “I’m sorry about bumping into like that, Emily.” Remi excused herself. “Not a problem at all. You should do it more often.” Emily smiled, seeing if she can get Remi ‘hot and bothered’ as Derek, JJ and Penelope say. It obviously worked when Remi blushed and was at a loss for words.

     “Are you sure?” Hotch asked, bringing her back to the case and to what’s at steak; a little girl’s life. “Yes, 100% positive..... Well, you see, Jonah Dalton’s the only one out of the 3 suspects the police gave us stuff on that could be the unsub. When Jonah Dalton was 9 years old, his father pretty much drank himself to death and whenever his father was VERY drunk, he would abuse Jonah. There were a few times where Jonah was in the hospital with broken bones from when his father had abused him and his mother, Julia, would always tell the doctors that he was always falling and that’s what caused his broken bones. However, if that’s all true, then whenever Jonah’s father would get drunk and beat the boy, Julia must’ve not tried to step in and protect her son from her abusive husband.” Remi explained.

     “If that’s all true, then why would he abduct 9 year old little girls and abuse/kill them instead of 9 year old little boys?” Spencer asked the question the whole team was wondering. “You see, Jonah Dalton blames his mother for NOT sticking up for him when he was a kid and getting abused. He blames the female for not protecting her young cubs. So, he takes that anger and aggression out on what he thinks is possibly the weaker female cubs to punish the mama’s for not protecting their young better. AND, he also takes out who he possibly thinks the weaker female cubs are because he thinks that they're exactly like his mother and won’t protect their young whenever they would’ve had them. So that’s probably why he goes after 9 year old little girls instead of the opposite gender so they don’t become like his mother who he despises.” Remi finished her explanation.

     Hotch had a faint smirk on his face as he looked on at the young agent as he took in the information that she had just relayed. “That’s VERY impressive, Remi. But, would you have any clue on where he would be at with Alexis Michaels then?” He asked. “And, why he would leave the little girls’ bodies on the side of the road for?” Spencer added. “When an animal such as a deer, cat, dog, rabbit, skunk, or what have you, they usually end up as what we call road kill. They either end up mushed onto the road or if they’re a bigger animal like a deer, they usually end up in the ditch on the side of the road. Anyway, with the possible location that he’s most likely at from these few pictures of this place, he’s at an old house that has been completely abandoned for decades. I remember the old house but not the location for the life of me.” She paused.

     “Hold on. Hey, Harris.” Remi called out. “Yeah, what’s up?” Harris asked, coming into view from the living room. “Do you remember when we used to go to that one abandoned house with the broken down and rusted out blue-ish 1949 Chevy truck that was up against the front of the house?” She asked. “Oh yeah. The place out by the Reynolds farm about 6 or 7 miles west of here. The Reynolds is the red farm house with the big pond behind the house and would be on your right hand side. The house that you’re talking about would be on the opposite side of the road, obviously.” Harris explained to the team. “Okay, everyone grab your proper gear and lets go. Remi, you’re driving one SUV with Emily and JJ and the rest of us will follow behind you in the other SUV. Thank you, Harris.” Hotch called out before leaving the house, followed by everyone else.

     Remi had quickly kissed her mom and dad’s cheeks before leaving the house. When she got to the SUV, JJ had tossed her a bulletproof vest and got into the passenger side of the vehicle. Remi pulled the vest on and jumped into the drivers seat and started the vehicle, backing out of the driveway. “Hotch. Should we do sirens or not?” “Yes. Do it.” Hotch demanded. Remi turned on the sirens as she raced down the dirt and gravel roads, followed by Hotch. All that was left behind them was giant clouds of dust as well as rocks flying everywhere. JJ could tell how tense Remi is by the way she was sitting and by the way her knuckles turned white when she gripped the steering wheel.

     “I can feel you staring at me, JJ.” She spoke up, startling the agent. “You’re so tense, Remi. It’s going to be okay. We’ll save the little girl.” JJ reassured her as she pulled up to the abandoned house. “My best friend was murdered when we were 9 years old by her psycho step father who abused her and attempted to rape her one night but failed when her mother came home from work. A week later, when she got home from school, her step father tried to rape her again but that time she refused and tried to fight back. But he, uh..... He ended up losing his shit and broke her neck for refusing to give him what he wanted. Now he’s 25 years into his life sentence. So yeah, I’m a bit tense.” Remi explained. “Lets do this shit." What Remi didn't know -or more or less forgot about- is that the rest of the team heard her talking about her dead best friend.

     They hopped out of the vehicle and met up with Hotch, Morgan, Spencer and Rossi. The police and ambulances pulled up a few minutes later. “Remi, I want you and Emily to take the front; JJ and Morgan, take the back; I’ll take the side and Rossi and Spencer, check out the shed in the back.” Hotch ordered. Once everyone was where they were instructed to be and with a few police officers as back up, Remi pounded on the front door and shouted. “Jonah Dalton. FBI.” When there was no reply, Remi, Derek and Hotch all kicked the doors open in sync. The team -minus Spencer and Rossi- started to clear the rooms and shouting clear to let the rest know the rooms were empty.

     That is until Remi made her way to the very back room of the house that Jonah Dalton was holding Alexis Michaels in. Jonah Dalton was holding the 9 year old girl up against him with his arm around her neck and a loaded gun pointed at her head. “Jonah Dalton, put the gun down and let the girl go. It’s over.” Remi said aloud, alarming the rest of the team and police that she has located the unsub and the little girl. “No, it’s not. GET OUT.” The man shouted. “Let Alexis go, Jonah. She has nothing to do with what you went through. Let her go so we can talk.” Remi tried to reason with the man, but it backfired.

     Jonah Dalton took his gun -that was previously pointed at Alexis’ head- and pointed it at Remi and fired. She was very lucky that she was wearing the Kevlar vest because the bullet hit her right in the middle of her vest. However, she had also fired her weapon and hitting the man in his right thigh, causing him to let go of Alexis -and the gun- and collapse onto the floor. Hotch, Morgan and a few officers rushed over to him to take care of him as Morgan called for a medic. JJ, Emily and Remi ran over to where Alexis had collapsed onto the ground away from the man that took her.

     “Alexis? Alexis! Hey, it’s okay; you’re okay..... Can you walk?” JJ asked and the little girl shook her head ‘no’. “I got this.” Remi spoke up, moving over to Alexis’ left side and crouching down. “You ready? Hold on tight.” She placed Alexis’ arm around her shoulders and picked her up bridal style. JJ had Remi follow her out of the house and to one of the ambulances while Emily was following close behind them. Remi quickly brought Alexis over to the paramedics that had met her halfway with a gurney. “She’s very dehydrated, but fully conscious. She may also have a pretty nasty concussion that was caused by that big goose egg of a lump on her head. And possibly a broken nose.” She informed the paramedics. They thanked her and rushed off with Alexis and the gurney. Remi turned around to see JJ and Emily looking at her with raised eyebrows.

     "What?..... I grew up on a farm with a bunch of brothers and A LOT of injuries. You kind of learn some stuff along the away." She explained. JJ smiled at her as she examined her vest. "Okay, but you should really get those ribs checked out there, Remi. While you do that, I'm gonna go catch up with Hotch and the others." JJ said, walking off to go over to where the rest of the team was. Remi took off her vest and put it between her legs so she could lift up her shirt and check her ribs. "Huh, not NEARLY as bad as I thought and I've actually had worse injuries than this." She said to Emily who was WAY to busy staring at her chiseled abs. "Uh, Emily? You okay?" She asked, putting her shirt back down.

     “Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m good. I think I should be asking you that question since you’re the one that got the bullet to the vest.” Emily stated with a sly smile as her and Remi started making their way over to the rest of the team. “I’ll be fine. It’s nothing that I can’t handle.” Remi chuckled. Once they got over to the rest of the team, Hotch informed them that the police had offered to process the scene for them as their way of saying ‘thanks’ for catching the guy and putting an end to the murders. Everyone piled into the SUVs and started to make their way back to Remi’s parents place. “So, I was thinking that the two of you, Penelope and myself of course, could crash in my old bedroom until whenever Will, Henry, Jack and Louisa get here. Would that be alright with you two?” Remi asked as she drove.

     JJ and Emily had both said that it was okay with them. “Also, just letting y’all know beforehand that I’ve, uh... been keeping a secret from the team. Well, except for Hotch, Rossi and Strauss who just so happen to already know.” She admitted. “What do you mean that you’ve been keeping a secret from the team? And how come Strauss, Hotch and Rossi already know this secret of yours? And, who’s Louisa? Is she your girlfriend? Is that your secret?” JJ spitfires questions at Remi, making her laugh. “No, I do not have a girlfriend and you already know that I’m interested in someone, JJ.” Remi looked at Emily through the rearview mirror when she had said that she was interested in someone. “Louisa just so happens to be my 2 year old German Shepard that I had rescued when she was 2 weeks old. And, y’all already know that I’m gay so that’s obviously not the secret.” She explained as she pulled up to her parents place and parked.

     “Are you gonna tell us or do we have to guess what this ‘secret’ of yours is?” Emily asked as everyone got out of the SUVs and made their way up to the house. “Well, how about I just show you ladies my big secret first while we get  comfy in my old room?” Remi suggested with a smile as they all entered the house. “Hey, Remi. I was wondering bout something that you had said earlier.” Penelope said from her seat at the island in the kitchen. “And what would that be?” Remi asked. “Earlier when you were introducing everyone, you had mentioned this ‘saying’ that you and your brothers do..... I was just wondering, what is that saying anyway?” She asked. “Oh, that..... We have this saying ‘last one in is a fried chicken ass’, which means that when we get done with the basic chores on the farm and we’re making our way back to the house and someone says that, the last person in the house has to go and collect some eggs out of the chicken coop.” Remi explained with a smile. “And we just so happen to have a really big chicken who’s an ass.” She laughed.

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Home Sweet Home Ch. 1: The Start of Something New

Pairing: OC!baureader x Emily Prentiss x Criminal Minds

~Series starts in season 4~ (check out Remi’s work shoes link on HSH masterlist)

Chapter Summary: Remi is new to the BAU and to Hotch’s team. She has MAJOR hots for one SSA Emily Prentiss and her the same. Remi’s first case with the team takes them to her hometown of Nashville, Tennessee.

     Remi has been working with the BAU for about a month and a half now. She never expected to feel so at home with her job and with the team. She hasn’t talked much about her family life back home in Nashville and made sure that her file was kept confidential from the team, besides BAU Section Chief Erin Strauss and Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. She wanted to make sure that the team liked her for who she is and not for what she was to the rest of the world.

     Since growing up on a 1200-acre farm, Remi’s used to waking up pretty early in the morning to do the usual morning chores that are required to do on such a large farm. However, since she had moved to Quantico, Virginia and had went from living on a farm to living in the city, her ‘normal’ routine had to be changed some. She still got up at a quarter to 4 a.m., went on a 2-mile run with her 2 year old German Shepard, Louisa, and then took a quick shower when she got home. Even though it was only 4:20 a.m. and she didn’t have to be at work until 9 a.m., she made herself some of her famous cheesy scrambled eggs and made sure that she filled up Louisa’s food and water bowls. After Remi had finished eating her breakfast, she cuddled with Louisa for awhile before having to finish getting ready for work. Remi pulled on her shoes, grabbed her jacket and gear for work, said goodbye to Louisa, grabbed her skateboard and went out the door to go to work.

     Remi had gotten to work about a half an hour before any of the others would start coming into the office. She was sitting at her desk that was behind Spencer’s desk that also faced Hotch’s office. She was busy texting her twin brother, Harris, and wasn’t aware that Derek and Spencer had come in. Derek had peeked over her shoulder to see what was making his coworker smile so much. “Who’s ‘Harris T-Bro B11′?” He asked, scaring Remi. “Geez, Morgan. You scared me. And, nosey much?” She asked. “I just asked you a question and I didn’t mean to scare.” He chuckled. “It’s okay..... And, if you must know, Harris is my older twin brother and he keeps a-asking me ab-about....” Remi trailed off when she saw one SSA Emily Prentiss with JJ and Rossi coming through the glass doors and into the office.

     The whole team, including Strauss, knew about how Emily and Remi felt about each other, but both of them were clueless about that. Emily, JJ and Rossi had walked by Remi and Derek and made their way to their desks, or office, before going into the break room for some much needed coffee. While Emily was making her coffee first, JJ and Rossi came up next to her with shit-eating grins on their faces while starring at Emily. “What? Why are you guys looking at me like that for?” She asked, trying to act clueless. “You know exactly why we’re looking at you like this. Remi was hardcore checking you out as we walked by her and Morgan and you know it. When are you gong to make your move and finally ask her out?” JJ asked and Rossi agreed by nodding his head. “She was not checking me out and I think you two are going crazy.” Emily smiled and sat down at the break room table with her coffee.

     However, currently in the bullpen, Derek was trying to get Remi’s attention by waving his hand in front of her face. “I’m sorry. What did you say?” She asked, carding her hand through her hair. "I didn't say anything. You were talking and then stopped because a certain BAU agent had walked by." Derek leaned over and nudged her shoulder while smiling like a dork. He laughed when she shoved him back. "Shove it, Morgan. But by the looks of it, we may have a case." She stated, referring to Hotch coming out of his office. "Everyone meet in the conference room. We got a case." Hotch announced so everyone could hear him. Derek and Remi walked into the conference room together, followed by JJ, Emily and Rossi. Remi had accidentally dropped her pen and when she bent over to pick it up, Emily and JJ were right behind her and Emily was checking out her ass. "Nice Calvin Klein waistband you have there, Remi. Don't you think so, Emily?" JJ asked, making both Emily and Remi blush a deep red.

     Remi had stood up quickly and fixed her shirt to cover up the waist band to her underwear. "Geez, JJ." She huffed as she went to her usual spot between Rossi and Morgan and waited for Penelope to start the briefing. "Okay, my lovely crime fighters. Our case is located and taking all of you, and myself, to Remi's hometown of Nashville, Tennessee." Penelope stated. "Wait? Are you sure?" Remi asked, earning a nod from Penelope. "Yeah. Is that an issue?" Rossi asked, sounding concerned. Remi pinched the bridged of her nose and sighed before answering. “No, it’s not an issue. It's just...... All of my brothers are home for a few weeks to help our parents with the farm because the farm is really busy this time of year. And, they had called me last night to ask when I'll be coming home to visit for a little bit." She explained.

     “How many brothers do you have and how big of a farm does your parents have?” Spencer asked. “Way to many. Why, you want a few?” She joked, earning a rare chuckle from Hotch. “And it’s a 1200-acre farm. Usually only a few of my brothers that live close to them work on the farm regularly. But it’s kind of busy right now with the animals. Anyway, we have a case to focus on.” “She’s right. Go on, Garcia.” Hotch said, matter-of-factly. “A group of misfit teenagers found the body of 9 year old, Trisha Walters, in a ditch beside the highway close to downtown Nashville.” Penelope explained as she showed the team the slide show of crime scene photos of the little girl. “However, there were two other 9 year old little girls, Alexis O’Conner and Georgia McConnell, were also found in the same ditch but, they were all about a half a mile away from each other.”

     “Looks like they were all bound around the ankles to keep them where ever the unsub had kept them.” Derek pointed out. “And they were also face down when they were found, but it looks to me like they were all killed differently though. What would be the unsub’s motive to take and kill these little girls?” Remi asked. “Well, there is a big ‘UH OH’, as I like to say. After the first girl was taken, the other two little girls were taken exactly 48 hours in between each girl. However, it seems like the bad guy had disposed of their little innocent bodies at the same time each night, but 48 hours after each dump. The other big ‘UH OH’ is that the third little girl was found around 5 a.m. this morning, BUT, we have a fourth victim on our hands.” Penelope said in a very sad tone.

     “Who’s the fourth victim?” JJ asked. “9 year old, Joyce McKnight. She was taken this morning around 7:15 a.m. when she was walking by herself to school that was only about 10 blocks away from her house. And, get this. All four little girls went to the same school.” Penelope sighed sadly. “What’s his angle here? What does he want from these little girls? I mean, he’s gotta at least have either lost his 9 year old little girl or lost someone who was close to him when he was either at that age or that someone who was close to him was 9 years old and female.” Remi suggested. Everyone was silent and thinking about what Remi had said. “She’s got a very good point and the crime scene photos from each crime scene points to some, but not much, abuse, but yet held captive. Fed some, but not much. But, they all look like they were tortured more than anything.” Emily explained her views of the case.

   “Wheels up in 20.” Hotch spoke up, dismissing the team. Everyone, including Penelope, gathered there stuff up and made their ways out of the conference room. Penelope went to her bat cave to grab her stuff while everyone else went to their desks to grab what they needed as well as their gear. Strauss had made sure that the team was given strict orders to three weeks off with pay, of course, after they finished up the current case. She also said that she will fly Will, Henry and Jack to Nashville on the jet once they are all settled and done with the case. So, the whole team, including Penelope, have packed enough clothes and essentials for the next few weeks they’re going to spend in Nashville.

     Penelope had locked up her bat cave after she had grabbed her stuff that she needed for the case and for the next few weeks. She made her way into the bullpen where the rest of the team was and walked up to where Remi’s desk. “So...” Penelope spoke up, scaring Remi a little bit. “So.... what?” Remi questioned the bright and colorful tech genius. “Do you think we’ll be able to meet your family?” Penelope asked. “Ooh yeah, could we meet them?” JJ asked, speaking up from where she was standing at her desk. “Maybe. Having all of my brothers, and myself, under one roof is quite chaotic. Hell, my brothers ARE chaotic when it’s just them under one roof.” Remi chuckled, grabbing her go-bag and stood up as she grabbed her back pack as well.

     Hotch and Rossi both had come out of their offices with their bags in their hands as they headed to the elevator to go to the jet. The rest of the team had followed close behind the two older agents and everyone piled into the elevator. Remi was in the back of the elevator and was standing in between Emily, who had JJ to her right, and Penelope who was standing to Remi’s left. Remi stood at height of 5′7″, just an inch shorter than Emily was. While JJ was smiling like a goofball and wiggling her eyebrows at Emily, Penelope was doing the same to Remi. “So, Remi. You never did say how many brothers you have. Or that you have a twin brother.” Emily spoke up, just as the elevator doors had opened on their designated floor.

     “Yes, I have a twin brother. His name is Harris and he’s four minutes and fifteen seconds older than I am.” She paused as the team exited the elevator. “I am also the only girl and the youngest of twelve.” Remi explained. Everyone, except for Hotch and Rossi, were all looking at Remi with shocked expressions and mouths agape. Remi looked around at the team that all stopped in front of her. “What? Honestly, I’m the youngest of twelve. I have a total of eleven older brothers..... Now, let’s discuss this subject on the jet.” Remi said, trying and getting the agents to get a move on. They took two separate vehicles so it would be easier for everyone instead of everyone driving separately to the tarmac.

     Once everyone had gotten onto the jet, Hotch and Rossi were sitting in the two single seats that were facing each other, and could also swivel. Derek and Spencer sat on the couch while JJ, Emily, Penelope and Remi sat at the four seater with the table. Emily had a window seat with JJ sitting to her left while Remi had the other window seat facing her with Penelope sitting to her right. The plane ride from Quantico to Nashville is about an hour and a half and the team had talked a little more about the case while waiting for the jet to take off. Once the pilots were ready and it was time to start getting a move on and to finally take off. After taking off and everyone had agreed to relax for the plane ride to Nashville, everyone was doing their own things quietly. “So, Remi. What was it like growing up with 11 older brothers?” JJ asked curiously, gaining the teams attention because everyone was curious to know.

     “Very chaotic and hectic... And WAY to much testosterone. Just imagine 11 Derek Morgan’s, and that will give you my brothers.” Remi described, causing everyone, including Derek, to erupt in fits of laughter. “Okay, okay. I gotta know and probably everyone else wants to know as well. What are your brothers names?” Penelope wondered. “Well, there’s the identical triplets; Benjamin, Oliver and Nolan who are 42, Ryker who’s 41 and then Sawyer who’s 40. Then it’s the identical twins; Asher and Elijah and they’re 38. Then Wyatt is 37, Colten is 36, Dallas is 35 and then it’s Harris and myself and we’re 34.” Remi explained.

     The whole team was quiet, especially Spencer who was usually the one to be spitting out facts that no one even knew about or would even think of. Remi looked around at everyone as they all stared at her like she had just insulted them or something. “What? Did I say something wrong?” She asked. “No, you didn’t. So there’s identical triplets, identical twins AND fraternal twins? Triplets and TWO sets of twins?” Emily asked dumbfounded. “Yes ma’am.” Remi smirked. “Oh wow. And you all are really close in age as well?” Rossi asked. “That’s right.” She chuckled. “Is Remi short for something or is it just Remi?” Emily asked, leaning forward and resting her arms on the table and her chin in one of her hands.

     “Remi is actually short for Remington. As in I was thought to be a boy when my mama was pregnant with Harris and I. The doctors, I guess, thought I was a boy as well, but surprise. I’m a girl. So, I’m technically named after my papaw Remington Montgomery, but I obviously have a different middle name then he does.” She chuckled, earning a smile from Emily. JJ and Penelope had shared a look with each other after they noticed how both Emily sitting while talking to Remi. JJ could see from where she was sitting, and ever since Remi had joined, was absolutely, head over heels, falling in love with Emily from the moment that the two had met. It was actually quite obvious to the whole team; including Strauss. However, the two agents were COMPLETELY oblivious about the other ones feelings.

     When the jet had landed in Nashville, the team made their way off of the jet and into the airport so Hotch could rent out 2 vehicles for the team for the next few weeks. After getting the rental cars, everyone piled into them and made their way to the hotel that they’re supposed to be staying at. The team was sitting on the couches and chairs as they waited -for what seemed liked forever- for Hotch as he talked to the receptionist. JJ and Emily sat together on one of the loveseats in the lobby while Penelope and Remi sat on the other loveseat across the way from them. Remi had her feet up on the coffee table that was in between the loveseats while she was checking Emily out. And, of course, her actions didn’t go unnoticed by the infamous Penelope Garcia. Before Penelope could say anything, Hotch came back over to where the team was at and he didn’t look very pleased.

     “They have no more rooms left for us to stay in.” He sighed, earning a few groans from the team. “So where are we going to stay then?” Reid asked. “We can stay at my parents place. Even though my brothers are home, there’s still plenty of room for all of us and even for Jack, Henry and Will when they come.” Remi suggested. “Are you sure they won’t mind us staying there and working from there as well?” Hotch asked. “No, they won’t mind at all. Honestly, they’ve been begging to meet you guys.” She chuckled. “Well, let’s go then.” Hotch smirked.