#guys please give gideon some meat on his bones

[onomajopoeia]

“I wear my glasses sincerely, and my T-shirts ironically”

[chemicallady]

Dr and Dr Reid

Part I , Part II.

A/N : Hello everybody! It's me again with the second part of my Dr&Dr series! I hope you will enjoy it! If you like this idea, tell me something about it. If is too boring, I’ll moving on another subject ^^

Couple: Spencer Reid x Researcher!Reader

Category: little angst

Warnings: descriptions of dead bodies and decomposition.

Summary: BAU is involved in a casa in Golconda, Nevada. Reader is an expert in tools' marks for the local FBI settlement and Spencer isn't aware of it.

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January 17, 2007

Golconda, Nevada.

After a seven hours trip by car, you are already done. God only knows how are you supposed to work after that. Nevada’s unpleasant weather is drying your lungs breath by breath, while you’re reaching the area under federal surveillance. Your supervisor have asked you to keep the tools’ marks on a dead body in order to determinate the object used on the victim because, if you will be lucky, you eventually use the results for an article or your thesis. If the Feds wont have any problem with that. 

The point is that... Well. The victim is not like you have figured out. You are an expert on skeletal remains but in front of you there is a full torso, coverd in tattoos and with a huge wound on the top of the sternal bone. No head, no legs or arms but a lot of dead meat. The view is awful but the smell is the worst. It’s taking your breath away. 

You put a hand over your mouth and apologise, but you need a moment. Leaving your kit under the tend, you move some steps along the path and start to breath slowly with your mounth. It's too hot for your first dismembered body, but you can't let go this opportunity. Some agents are already look at you with a glaze of pity and you can't accept it.

You are strong, you can do it.

Or at least you can try, you attended a lot of authopsy before. 

Back to the tend, your supervisor is talking with an old man and an awsome guy, both with the FBI badge. You look at them while you're wearing your gloves and this beautiful, fit special agent keeps his sunglasses off and look back to you.

With a blush, you start to work. The coroner gives you the permission to take some photos and apply a paste on the cervical bone and on the broken omerous. You are waiting it to be dry when the two agents approce you.

《 Hi ma'am. I am Special Agent Morgan and this is Special Agent Gideon. Can you tell us which tool was used on the victim?》

《Ah-Well; I need some minutes more but I believe that is more that just one....》 you slow while you're speaking, looking at the guy who are join the party right now. 《....tool.》

Morgan follows your eyes and looks at Reid, who seems to be really surprised by your presence. 《Hi pretty boy, don’t be shy. We are speaking with the expert to find out what was used on this poor guy. She is... I am sorry, I didn't catch you name.》

Because he didn’t ask. You open your mounth to answer but Spence is faster. 《She is (y/f/n). She is a PhD candidate at UNLV.》

《You really know everything . , says a young agent, following him. She is a slim brunette, sassy. You like her at the first sight.

Spencer blushes, 《I met her several months ago.》 He is speaking like you aren’t in there with them and that piss you off a lot. Then finally he speaks to you directly. 《Hi (y/n). Is a pleasure to meet you again.》

You are speechless. 《Yeah, whatever》 you cut the conversation, took off the paste and look at the marks closely. You dont wan’t to meet  Spencer’s eyes because the afternoon is too hot and dry to pretend to be nice on him and faking a smile. 《In my opinion the murderer used two tools for dismember the victim's body: a serrated knife and a hand saw. I can be more specific after a visual confrontation if you ask to》

《Thank you miss (y/s/n), you are really helpful.》

Morgan smiles to you and you answer as well, before rise up and go to your supervisor, ready to reach the morgue for working on that traces.

Gideon moves on the car and Spencer is left with Emily and Morgan. 《She hates you》, she says, with a smirk. 《What did you do?》

For the first time in a while, he seems speechles.  «Nothing», is the short answer he gives to them. ‘I was an asshole’ would be the real one. Or at last, what he feels. 

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You hear that the criminal- the guy who is called Unsub by the FBI’s agents- had taken a couple of hostages before disappear again. One of them is the sceriff herself. Than, you recive a call from you supervisor, who ask you to go to another location in the nearby, supporting the BAU squad after they clean the scene. 

«There are probably human remains involved. Go and check with Supervisor Special Agent Hotchner.»

You start to believe that maybe the FBI needs you or maybe you need the FBI if even the boss is so hot like Aaron Hotchner is. You are young and always look at the bright side, even while you are keeping humans ribs off a lot of handmade garden decorations and it’s so gross even for you. You love Halloween and macabre arts project, but this is too far.  

And Spencer is here as well. The two of you don’t have a proper conversation since you have reached Golconda because both of you are working, but now, in the middle of the country side, while you are puking your guts out, on the burned grass of the garden, he is the one who offers help to keep your hair back. 

This isn’t you first crime scene, but the best part of your job is working on cold cases, if it’s need. You are a researcher (almost), a lab rat, not an investigator. You are use to bones and sometimes mummies from the desert, not to the harsh smell of blood and rotten meat which infested the shed in the backyard. There is a surgical room and a body inside, but they saved the sheriff at least. 

A light breeze is caressing your face and makes you feel better. You are greatful to Spencer when he offers a bottle of water to you. 

«When the work comes to the lab it looks nicer», you tell him, receiving a soft smile in return.  «If it’s true that I’ll never forget the first time, I’ll be ashamed forever...»

«You don’t have. It’s a normal response of your body in front of a situation which is fondamental -»

«Thank you Spencer. I approciate your scientific enthusiasm, but.... Chill out.»

You sit on the ground, tying your hair and keep a huge breath.  «How’s going on?»

«Better. Thank you for the approciation Dr Reid. You should go back to work before your sexy boss notices that you are wasting your time on me.»

«I am not wasting-wait. Did you just say that Hotch is sexy?»

«Hell, he is.»

Spencer looks confused for a moment, after looking around him, maybe to spot the subject of the conversation. That gives you time to reach for a chewing gum on your pocket. 

The silence between the two of us is really unpleseant, but you dont have nothing else to say. Is Spencer’s turn and he doesn’t disappoint you. Not at all.

«I know why you are mad at me.»

«Do you know, Dr Reid?»

He sighs.  «Can you stop, please? I dont like when you are so formal with me, I believed that we had passed it.»

«Yeah, well. You’ve stopped answer my letters and phone calls without having the decency to give me a solid explanation.... So guess what? We hadn’t passed over anything.»

He lowers his head, aware that he is in the wrong.  «I just.... My job is demanding...»

A small, bitter laught leaves your lips.  «You really believe that you’re the only one in the world who actually has a demanding job? C’mon you can find a better excuse. If you cared, you’d answered. Aren’t you able to write a message? with... 3 bachelors and 3 PhDs?» 

You’re being mean, you know that, but he hurts your feelings. You two had 3 intensive months of letter’s exchange. You wrote the first one a week after you got his address at the conference in Vegas. A four pages letter, in which you explained to him your PhD project and shared with him throughts and stuffs. He replayed with a 14 pages letter. That’s how it started. He told you about his mom’s issues, his scholar experience and how was growing up in Vegas. You shared with him your experinces, moving away from home, how your family is, how you are fond of cats and dogs. You talked about your own pet, with him ...

That’s how you two became intimate.  

It escalated fast. 

After a month, you gave him your number and the two of you started to call each others, first twice a week, than more and more. Even just to sei ‘hi’ and know about how the other feels in that specific moment. From you, it was enough to hear his voice to be happier. 

He helped you in the bad days and made the good days better.  

And you fell from him, because Spencer is a nice guy. At least, he looked like a nice guy untill letters and calls stopped. And he disappeared from your life in a couple of weeks. You hadn’t a news from him since ten days before Golconda’s case. The Destiny is involved for sure, because you believed that you wont see him again. 

But there you are, sitting next to him. In silence. 

Is too much for you. And no, he doesn’t know why you are so mad at him. You are mad at yourself, because you don’t let people in, usually. You were hurt so much in the past that know you are tired of being everybodies fooled.

Guys are nice ‘till they are not, your mom always says. 

That’s true. Men are all the same in the end.  

That’s why you get on your feet, taking away your gloves. You almost forgot you’re still wearing them.  «I need to go back to the morgue. Bye, Dr Reid.»

«Is better this way. (y/n)», he says, in a rush. You look at him standing fast and you rise a elbow. No clue about what he is saying.  «Maybe my job is not too demanding for me.. But it will be for you. Trust me. Is better for you not being involved with me... I wasn’t aware that our relationship could be that deep.»

«Relationship? We don’t have anything. This is so stupid and... Selfish!», you almost yell, angry at him because it doesn’t make any sense!  You calm down when you feel a glaze on you. SA Morgan is looking at you two, but he immediatly turns away when you notice him. «Have a nice day, Dr Reid.»

He watches you helplessly as you walk away. «Dont say anything», the warns Morgan, who is approching him with a smirk. 

«Can I say that she is on fire and you look dumb, pretty boy?»

Spencer sighs, scrolling his shoulders. «It’s a long story.»

«Yeah? Such a pity that we don’t have time. Gideon found our man, we need to move now», he says, before teasing Spencer a little. «You’ll have time for your love business after we close the case.» 

«There is no ‘love business’, Morgan. We are... fine. Friends. I guess we were...»

«You sure? That little bird probably thinks otherwise», Mogan says, claps him on the shoulder.

Spencer sighs again, looking you in the car, waiting the coroner to go back to the morgue. For a second, your glazes meet, but you look so... deeply hurt. And he understands that- again- he makes a mistakes on another, just because he wants to preserve someone who is dear to him. 

But yes, he has no time now, but he have to apologize to you. And he will.

As long as they close the case. 

[stargleeksil-blog]

Criminal Minds s02e21 Open Season review - or more aptly named, that episode that makes me want to barf all over myself and yet has sexy shots of my lovelies, so I guess it’s okay? Oh god, what is this show doing to me?

Episode 21 – Open Season

Hey guys! So here we go, third episode till the end of the second season! Oh my gosh, the time flies by! So the name suggests something I seriously hope isn’t going to be true. A human hunt? I’m honestly terrified of starting this. But, positive energy, I hope for some Derek and Penelope goodness. Let’s hope for the best.

Let’s see what happens.

Boise, Idaho. Okay. Middle of nowhere.

What the fuck is that guy doing? What is he running from?

Oh deer! Yay! Like Bambi!

Oh shit, are those hunters? Are they going to fucking kill Bambi?

Oh wait. They’re going to kill that dude. Fuck.

Shit! His nose is fucking broken. Oh god.

Please tell me they’re killing the deer. And not the person.

FUCK! That is just all kinds of wrong. Fuck you, dicks! What the fuck is fucking wrong with you? Oh my goodness foracious gracious.

Oh! They’re in the bar! Oh my god, clubbing Jayje and Penelope! Someone make a fic of this!

Wait. Five minutes in the bar and a guy is hitting on Emily? Hot damn girl, you got it on!

“This is Brad, a real FBI agent.” Oh their interested faces, I’m so dead from laughter here.

“That’s exciting! What’s it like in Quan-tee-co?” I love you, Penelope, you just casually drop the name wrong and he buys it which totally gives him away. Oh honey.

“What department are you in?” oh shoot, now I’m gay.

“That’s classified.” Yeah right, Brad.

“Do you have to carry your gun and badge everywhere you go? … Can we see it?” Oh Emily, you sneaky little thing.

“Please?” oh honey, you can have anything in the whole damn world. It’s yours.

“Tell me, Brad, does it look anything like this?” “Or this?” “Or maybe, this?” HA! You’re done, Brad! Go home!

You’re evil, girls. I love you.

“Lady, you’re officially on my top 8 ‘I am so blogging about this later’. Clink me.”

Oh god. This was perfect until Jayje had to rain on the parade.

“Then what happened in that week?” “I don’t wanna know.” I’m with you, Pen.

It’s so obvious Penelope just wants to get out of there and not look at those photos, but seriously, if it weren’t for those photos in his hands, this would be a perfect marriage portrait of Derek and Penelope. Am I right? Well, minus the confused looks on their faces, and I’d totally photoshop them to make out.

So he ran into a tree and broke his nose because he was busy looking behind him for his hunter. Fuck. That poor dude.

“One man’s wilderness is another man’s theme park.” Author unknown. Yikes.

So Emily’s grandpa retired to the French Alps, and died there, after being there for ten years? Youch.

“Guess who’s getting a gold star?” “Oh, that’d be you, baby girl, if you got some good news for us.” Wait. Hold the phone? Did I miss something??? (rummaging through all my previous reviews). Since when is Derek calling Penelope baby girl? What the fuck changed? Oh my god, I am shipping them so hard and I am hoping to all wizard and heathen gods out there that they are having a secret affair that they don’t want discovered by the No-Fraternization Code thingy happening in the FBI. Please.

She is such a geek I love her.

Sweet mother of god, who said it was okay to dress Shemar in a black leather jacket? I’m suing for inappropriate material and potential cause for heart attack.

Oh god, they have to tell the dad that his son was killed. Fuck.

I love the flashbacks of Jayje instructing the sheriff on how to speak to the dad.

Oh god, that man is such a good actor! Holy shit! He’s so good at showing those emotions over the death of his son. Shit. That is literally tugging on my heart strings.

“Do you see or hear anything right now?” “No.” “There’s a black bear about 25 yards to your right.” Holy shit. She wasn’t kidding! That’s a fucking black bear right there!

Yup. They’re finally on to how the dude was killed. Two arrows to the bod. Fuck.

Oh my god. That kid sizing up Gideon and trying to figure out what he likes to hunt is creeping me out. But then again, that’s a different culture.

“Actually I prefer picking up my meat at a grocery store.” Oh Gideon, you’re my spirit animal.

Bam. The kid just gave him the right weapon used on the victims. Fuck. Arrows are elegant, but cruel as fuck.

Car fails. Typical up a mountain in a no-man land. Wait. She calls her car Ruby? Can’t beat Esther, lol.

Oh god. I have a bad feeling about those ‘helpers’. Oh boy.

I love how they explain stuff inside the office, and then you see them in the scene of the crime to explain it more explicitly.

Holy shit! Someone should definitely put me in chains if they want me to not jump this guy’s bones soon.

“Hunting is their sport. Humans are their targets.” That’s just sick.

Fax this to Gideon? Oh god, that is so old. Lol.

Oh god. They tie their victims, then release them to let them run, feel the thrill and chase them down and hunt them? Fuck, that is so messed up. Oh god.

Oh fuck. Those two are so fucked up. It’s crazy.

Oh fuck! She stumbled upon some campers, trying to get help, and they kill one of them? Oh shit!

And the crazy part is, they only kill for fun, they’re not cannibals or anything. Fuckers.

Oh my fucking goodness gracious.

“And before you ask, of course I’ve already sent the addresses to your handheld.” You perfect goddess.

“Garcia, you’re the man.” “Oh no, you’re the man.” Yup, and Garcia’s The Woman. And don’t forget it, Hotch.

Joe Mulfrod was they’re uncle. Fuck. And he’s a fucker who taught them how to hunt. Shit.

“I don’t have to ask where it’s located, do I?” “No, you don’t. But since you did, gorgeous grey matter, I’ll have you know, I’m pulling it up right now.” Someone give this woman an award for awesomeness, please.

Also, this is sick. They have to wait them out till the morning to scare them and catch and kill them when they’re not expecting it? Sick assholes.

At least those two couples checked in with rangers to be on the safe side and they were reported missing. Now they can find them. And hopefully track down the three remaining. Including Bobbi.

Damn. That’s Ruby.

They keep the car? Fuckers.

I love camping Derek. Yummy.

Something dripping on Emily’s head? Oh dear lord almighty. Poor thing. They actually hung up the poor bastards up in the trees? Oh god, those are two sickos.

Shit.

Oh shit! They shot the fucker right in the heart! Oh my god!

What did Bobbi take from Luke’s belt? What is that? A whistle?

Oh she’s good.

So they also packed their cars? Damn. Those are a lot of victims. Shit.

Those are a lot of driver’s licenses. Shit. The first one was killed in 1980? The uncle began it and the boys continued the tradition? Oh my fuck.

Paul and John Mulford. Fuck you asshats.

They didn’t go to school? Fuck.

So he got screwed up in the army, was released, and he raised those two orphaned boys and taught them to become hunters of humans? Oh my god.

Oh that Bobbi is GOOD. She’s hiding up in a tree? Damn. She’s awesome.

Why is she trying to move? They’ll notice her. Shit! Oh my god. FUCK.

Yes! Kill him, Bobbi! Kill that asshat, Johnny!

Smoke? From what? Oh that’s awesome. They can find them. Good.

Yeah, Johnny isn’t gonna make it.

Why are you taunting that sick asshole? Fuck.

Oh god, they found Johnny, please identify him and let him die and catch Paul. Please.

Oh they think he’s a victim? Shit.

Find the asshole. Please.

Ooh Bobbi is awesome. I love her so much.

Yes!

Take that, assfuck!

What? He’s like a zombie! She just stabbed him in the back and he just keeps going on. Fuck!

YES! Morgan got him.

James Anthony Froud: “Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.” Fuck. That is true, for those who think it’s okay to harm other people. Fuck.

Can we just appreciate the fact that Hotchner is fucking sleeping on the plane? I can’t get over how cute he is! Oh my goodness!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh damn. He can give me that look and my clothes will just melt off my body, I swear.

And that look. I mean, that’s probably how he would look after I left. All sad that I’m not there ;)

I love Derek reassuring Emily that the only reason they hunt those people is because it’s their job to hunt down those fuckers who think it’s okay to hurt others. Emily, you are different, because you don’t aim to hurt unless it’s absolutely necessary, you bring justice. That’s the difference. Okay? Don’t worry your pirty head over it.

All right, so this episode was just sickness spread over 40 minutes and I just had to stop in the middle to get a breather from this madness. Whew. Yeesh all mighty. But of course, I focused on the amazing parts of sexy Derek, hot as fuck Penelope, and the funny scene in the bar, where they totally powned that faker. Also, HOTCHNER ASLEEP ON THE PLANE! I won’t ever be able to get that cute image out of my head. And I don’t even want to!

God, I hope the next two episodes are actually more bearable because these last two were sick as fuck.

Alrighty, I’ll see you lovelies for the next episode, until then MWAH I love you all for sticking with me <3