#jennifer jerau

[dunno-rambles]

started watching Criminal Minds so the natural course of action was for me to draw a non canon ship. its the law

vision here was: emily's explaining smth smth about whatever and JJ is standing There like That (slight gay panic inducing, etc)

[lilliejareau]

Duck Marry Kill:

Emily Prentiss

Jennifer Jerau

Elle Greenaway

BRO.

Okay, okay, lemme just say this is nothing against my beloved Elle Greenway, but...

Duck: Jennifer Jareau

Marry: Emily Prentiss

Kill (😔): Elle Greenway :(

*I love Elle don't beat me up!*

[ahoystilinski]

CHARACTERS I WRITE FOR:

MY OCS.

here!

CANON CHARACTERS.

TEEN WOLF

stiles stilinski

lydia martin

malia tate

scott mccall

melissa mccall

liam dunbar

noah stilinski

chris argent

SUPERNATURAL

dean winchester

sam winchester

castiel

charlie bradbury

rowena macleod

jack kline

jody mills

donna hanscum

eileen leahey

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER

buffy summers

tara maclay

rupert giles

spike

THE WALKING DEAD

rosita espinosa

michonne grimes

maggie rhee

carol peletier

tara chambler

glenn rhee

rick grimes

daryl dixon

MARVEL

natasha romanoff

wanda maximoff

thor odinson

sam wilson

yelena belova

kate bishop

peter parker

bruce banner

STRANGER THINGS

steve harrington

robin buckley

nancy wheeler

jim hopper

joyce byers

argyle

max mayfield

lucas sinclair

CRIMINAL MINDS

penelope garcia

emily prentiss

jennifer jerau

spencer reid

derek morgan

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

diego hargreeves

klaus hargreeves

allison hargreeves

grace hargreeves

viktor hargreeves

luther hargreeves

OUTER BANKS

jj maybanks

sarah cameron

pope heyward

[alloverthegaf]

Okay but I can just imagine someone like Luke or JJ getting into a really heated and angry argument with someone and so Matt just has to lift them up and take them away before they do something drastic.

Brooklyn Nine Nine style, I love it

“I mean seriously,” Sandwell, the white collar agent that likes to take coffee from the BAU’s pot says, “the guy’s a twig. And a total geek.” He waves his cup through the air, passionate. “I get that Agent Gideon helped him coast so he could get on your team, but the guy’s been gone for years now. I don’t get why you guys still keep him around.”

Matt can see the moment J.J snaps. From what he’s heard, this isn’t the first time Agent Sandwell has made these kinds of comments about Reid. He sees her eye twitch, and braces himself.

“You know what?” she says, voice full of anger. “Just because you couldn’t make the cut doesn’t mean you get to be mad at Reid for it. It’s not his fault that a man eight years younger than you makes a better profiler.” Matt winces, but she’s not done. “Reid made this team better from the moment he joined, and to be honest, I’m so glad I get to deal with him instead of you.” She takes a step towards him, and Matt swears he can see her whole body vibrating. “You’re pathetic, and a bully, and you wouldn’t have lasted six months in the BAU.” Her voice is rising. The few other people still in the office are starting to stare. “Reid is brilliant, he sees patterns the rest of us can’t, and I’m sorry that you’re so insecure in your masculinity that you can’t see past the fact that he’s skinny and reads more than you do - which I doubt is hard - “

She’s started to yell, and takes another step towards him. Matt thinks it’s time to intervene, and tries to get in between them, but J.J shoves his placating hand away. “He’s tough, he’s survived things that would make you run for the hills - “

Matt, seeing this isn’t going to deescalate without physical interference, gets behind her and, panicking slightly, wraps his arms around her waist to pull her away. She doesn’t even seem to notice, shoving a finger in Sandwell’s face. “You’re not cut out for this job, Sandwell, and if you think you can best Reid in anything I’d love to see you try - “

Matt lifts her off the ground and starts backing away, J.J continuing to shout and flail her arms as he does so. Sandwell looks furious, and maybe a hint scared, and says nothing to interrupt her tirade. When they get far enough away, he simply turns tail and runs for the door.

It takes a good thirty minutes to calm J.J down, and only after Matt promises her Sandwell will never step foot in the BAU offices again.

After a quiet chat with the agent the next morning, he feels confident that he’s made good on his promise.

[leserietvdigreta-blog]

Top 10 of my favorite tv shows

9. Criminal Minds

So at the ninth place we find a show that has been with me all my life. Seeing that I’m 20 and in these days the 14th season is coming out, we can say that I really grew up with this show.

Weird, you may say. How can a five years old girl find herself watching Criminal Minds? The answer is my mum. She has always been passionate about crime shows and books and so she passed this love to me.

Of course when I was five I couldn’t understand the cases or the storyline, but I vividly remember how I liked all the characters.

After 14 years some old characters have left, some new one have come, some went away and came back. However I’m still here, loving this team like a fictional family.

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Crime shows are often very similar, but in Criminal Minds I found something different, for me it has that je ne sais quoi that makes it special.

In every episode there is a case that is always solved but, hey, those cases are amazing. I mean in how many shows you see the unsub transforming his victim into a puppet? Or making candles from women’s fat? After this things they had me totally sold.

Beautiful is also how the solve it. For once it isn’t focused on the science but psychology, and I love this. I mean, I’m a chemist so I love science, but it’s so cool to try and enter the mind of a serial killer.

And then next to the various cases, there is the storyline of the characters. Has I have already said I have a special connection with them that has been formed throughout the years. However I bet that if you binge watch it you inevitably end up feeling a same connection. There are some episodes that are so hard to watch but make you feel so much empathy. They are special to me.

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Favorite character: Spencer Reid

I dare you: watch Criminal Minds and try not to fall in love with this little cute genius cupcake.

Spencer Reid is my first fictional crush and he will always be in my heart. He’s special, a pure soul. Life has been so hard on him but he keeps fighting no matter what. At first sight he seems so delicate, but he’s actually the strongest in there. I’m so proud of his growing up.

I’m proud of you, nerdy little boy who stole my heart and is never going to give it back to me.

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So this is what I love about Criminal Minds. What about you? Do you watch it? If you try to let me know, I’d love to hear you opinions!

See you soon with the next show of my top 10!

[okimargarvez]

TRUTH OR DARE

Original title: Obbligo o verità.

Prompt: Penelope can’t keep secrets, promises, truth or dare, ladies’ night.

Warning: none.

Genre: comedy, romantic, friendship.

Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez, JJ, Emily Prentiss, Tara Lewis.

Pairing: Garvez.

Note: oneshot 1 in Garvez collection.

Legend: 💑😘🔦

Song mentioned: Baciano le donne, Tiziano Ferro feat Biagio Antonacci.

MY OTHER GARVEZ STORIES

TRUTH OR DARE

Can you trace back the address of the UnSub?” The question asked by Alvez gets a lot of different reactions: Garcia, from the other side of the phone, snorts loudly enough that everybody can hear her. JJ and Rossi barely hold back their laughter.

“What kind of question is that, Newbie?” comes the answer of the Tech for the BAU team. “When are you going to realize that I am the oracle of this unit?” The mentioned agent giggles openly, the usual amused smirk stamped on his face, as he likes being treated like that by Garcia.

“Can we get back to the case at hand?” Prentiss is really starting to not find their usual banter funny anymore.

“I already sent the information requested by Alvez to your tablets.” The top professionalism you can expect from Garcia.

                                                     ** She opens the door of her office with a sigh. The jet should land any moment now, so she can go back home and sleep like there is no tomorrow. She yawns again as she bends over the main computer to close the whole system. She is really tired. She will ditch him tonight. Not even the thought of his muscles or his warm hands trailing her body is enough to give her back some energy.

As she giggles at the silliness of her own thoughts her eyes catch a shadow behind her back. She watches too many spooky tv shows as CSI on top of her job. And still she doesn't turn around. She closes her eyes as to find the strength to react as a hand covers her heart. She can't even scream before another one is covering her mouth.

And then, that voice.

“I'm sorry, Chica, didn't want to scare you.” finally she turns around to see him. He looks real sorry, but she can't forgive him yet; her heart is still thundering in her chest.

“Shouldn't you all land in fifteen minutes?”she manages to ask. Her hands twitch from the need to slap the sweet smile out of his face. He then takes her hand and traces every finger with his own.

“We arrived a little earlier and I wanted to surprise you. You look so beautiful and natural when you think nobody's here.” Penelope looks up, annoyed by his ability to always string her chords just right.

“Well, shall we go home?” he nods. He gets close to the door and looks around suspiciously.

“All clear,” the man whispers as he goes out. She digits her usual code in the security system before joining him. When she turns back Luke is not around anymore. She sighs as she starts walking towards the elevator. “Still here, Garcia?” he teases her as soon as she reaches him.

“You have a problem with that, Newbie?” she taunts back to the benefit of a crowd that is not even there. A sound makes them wary of someone coming up with the elevator. In an excess of diligence they even set their look in the usual scowl every member of the BAU is used to see on their faces when they are forced to interact. Fortunately, because the doors open to reveal JJ.

“I forgot my car keys.” she shrugs. But she never looks away from them. The two of them say nothing in return. “Goodnight Luke, goodnight Garcia.” she trots in the direction of her desk, but there was something strange in her voice during the whole exchange that leaves Luke very suspicious.

“Goodnight!” they answer a little too late. As soon as they enter the car, he is annoyingly shaking his head.

“Luke?” she calls.

“Not here,” he answer almost in code. She just gives up. As soon as they are far from the FBI building he starts talking again. “Lately JJ is observing us too much...I'm sure she suspects something.” She tries not to laugh in his face.

“We are literally surrounded by profilers. How could you have thought we could hide our relationship?” to be real honest, his desire to keep them a secret is starting to bug her. And hurting her a little. “Are you ashamed of me? I am not enough for you?” her tone is sad now.

“No, Pen, we have already talked about this. You know that it's not that. But I would like to maintain my job and my private life separate for a little while longer. I don't want to take home with us the horrible things we have to see everyday.” It's a valid concern and Penelope believes him. “

Still, that doesn't change their current situation: JJ believes there's something between us since even before we started dating,” she confesses him this little detail he didn't know.

“What?!” He hits the brakes harshly.

“Well, she always picks on me about it on girls night” He parks the car in front of her apartment. “I can't really keep it a secret from her,” she admits. He then grabs her hand between his and looks at her with a serious expression.

“Penelope, promise me you won't tell anybody, not even Jennifer.” She looks back at him bewildered. “Try to resist at least some more time.” Cornered, she does exactly what she wasn't supposed to do again.

“I promise.” They seal the deal with a kiss.                                                 

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She shouldn't have drunk that mai tai cocktail. And the next. And the next. But what you shouldn't have done always comes too late, when the milk had already been spilled. Maybe if she had stayed sober, she wouldn't have accepted that dare. Anyway it's pointless speculating about that now. It was Tara's fault. She insisted to end the night with a stupid game they all have done in their youth.

Truth or dare.

Emily had chosen truth and she has revealed that she had a crush on Hotch while he was still married to Hailey. She has pined for a while but now she was with Mark and was over it.

Doctor Lewis decided to tempt fate. She opted for a dare and she couldn't oppose to the difficult task her very tipsy co-workers have decided for her. That should have made Garcia suspicious, but she really didn't realize how things were developing at the moment. They dared Tara to say to a random guy at the bar that she found him attractive; with very explicit terms. That way she scored a date with a very good looking guy, between the hollering and the laughters of her friends. After all it didn't go so bad for her.

JJ, the only one married in the group, at first had chosen truth, but when she refused to admit if she ever had thought about Spencer as anything more than a friend, she had been dared to get a tattoo and, since the situation had become even worse than the beginning, she promptly confessed that before meeting Will she did think about the possibility for her and Spencer to be something more.

Then it was Penelope's turn. The sober part of her was afraid of what they would come up with, the other 90% was too gone and in the game to care. She chose truth. She should have known better. “

Do you like Alvez?” JJ didn't waste any time, going straight to the point. Since the other two were curious too, there were no objections. “So? Are you in love with him?”

“You can't say you are not attracted to him, he's so hot! With those muscles that shirts can barely contain...”Tara licked her lips mischievously.

“Right! And his voice is also hot...well, Stephen's better, but...sorry, Mark!” Emily laughed. She hadn't liked listening to what they had to say about her boyfriend.

“So, Garcia? You have to answer, do you like Luke or not?” JJ tried to put them back on track.

“I prefer...dare,” she mumbled. The mischievous look on her friends' faces blinded her like artificial lights in Las Vegas. She should have known better.

“Okay then, call him and say you love him.” Emily's tone was serious and has lost all playfulness.

“Even better, tell him you had a wet dream about him last night and...” don’t they mean even worse?

“Hold on, I have the perfect dare.” JJ’s smile scared her a little. “You can admit you like Luke or...you must kiss him.” The other two women nodded their approval to the change of the dare.

She tried to buy some time: “But when? He will be asleep by now...” that was a lie; she knew he was waiting for her to come back while watching some game.

“Are you kidding? It's not even that late! I will call him myself, you could warn him and ruin the dare.” and like that she watched as her last chance to save herself vanished.

He arrived. “Hello, ladies,” he avoided to look at her because his angry stare would had been revealing.

“Evening, Luke,” JJ kept leading the game. “Penelope has something to say to you.” At that point he couldn't avoid looking at her. The other girls pulled Penelope towards him.

“This isn't my idea,” she murmured a moment before she pressed her lips to his. His taste, his smell, the perfect fit their mouths have against each others, everything was familiar to her; everything about that kiss could have lead the profilers to the conclusion that this was not their first kiss.

So it was actually Luke's fault, because he couldn't resist to kiss her back. With passion, maybe too much passion.

* When you fall in love your stare weighs...*

At that point they definitely ended the game.

                                                      **

“BAU’s office of knowledge on the speaker, what can I do for you?” Her fingers are ready to start any research needed.

“I need a list of people entering that bar between 8 and 9.30 AM?” Asks the male voice at the other side. She is going to start her magic. “Ah, one more thing, Penelope.” She trembles as he addresses her like that on a work call. “I forgive you for breaking the promise.” Her shoulders relax.

“Technically, I didn't break anything. I said nothing about us, it was your reaction that confirmed their suspicions,” she answers jokingly.

“As you say,” he replies.

“I sent you the information you asked for,”she declares. Silence.

“Thank you.” More silence. “I have to go back to the others.” She nods but he can't see her. “Ah, Garcia,” he uses her surname on purpose. “I love you.” Laughter answers his confession.

“I love you too, Newbie.”

Acknowledgments: to @theshamelessmanatee for translation; @itsdawnashlie for support and verification.

[penelopwgarcia]

jj and reid had NO chemistry at all cause absolutely no one straight would ever be attracted to spencer

[lizziesxltzmxn-archive]

I ship JJ and Will so much, lord help me.

Everybody on this show has great chemistry with each other and I could honestly see anyone of them turning romantic.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Criminal Minds: How They Kiss You...

Aaron

Derek

Spencer

Luke 

David

Penelope

JJ

Emily

[*gifs aren’t mine]

[iamslikesthings]

It's one of those "it's not inherently bad and could actually have been a very sweet little story if it had not been written by heterosexuals™" things

Like? JJ saying Reid was her first real love? And him being really touched? I could see that

Saying that in front of an Unsub for the moment© , being confused for a few days before chatting could have been ... Tolerable

And, actually, them having a little chat about how, maybe somewhere in a different universe out there in the void they are romantically involved, but it this one she's his best friend and he wouldn't change that for the world; the two of them are meant to be twined together and so they are? It could have been a touching moment between two people who came in to each others lives when they where both so young and have experienced so much trauma and happiness together that only the others able to understand, being able to express that their friends constant presence makes that bad a little easier to bare.

And then they were like" mmmmm, actually...no. we're not going to complete this narrative arc in a satisfying manner, instead of must be straight™

🙃

Should I watch the jeid episode? I really want to see how bad it is

[ratrattle]

Gotham Minds: The Mark - 2

Summary:

The BAU team is called out to Gotham to catch a serial killer. He likes to pose his victims and leave unsettling messages for the police to find. The city is thick with corruption, useless cops, and relentless rain that is making their stay both unpleasant and dangerous. The UnSub is going to be the least of their worries.

(An Alternative Universe fic taking place between SEASON 3 and SEASON 5 - in which the BAU chase and catch villains from Batman's roster. It's essentially a rewrite of these two and-and-a-half seasons, removing Foyet and replacing him with another villain from the comics. Each team member will get a chance to go one on one with these psychos, but Victor Zsazz seemed like an appropriate start. Enjoy!)

PLEASE READ:

• This series takes place between seasons 3 and 5 (right after Gideon left/Hayley divorced Hotch)

• Martha Wayne was killed that night

• Thomas Wayne survived, he has recently become Mayor of the city

• Bruce did NOT become Batman

This series will have around 6- 8 parts and is the BIGGEST project I've ever worked on. This first 'episode' is around 30k words. I'm going to treat all of these parts like episodes from the show, and you can expect weekly to bi-weekly updates for each chapter.

So far I have eight villains from the Gotham roster as possibilities. Some will make cameo appearances. If you guys want to know more, then let me know :) Or I can rather keep it quiet until they are ready to be revealed.

Thank you! And I do hope you all enjoy!

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“Eighteen victims? Why weren’t we called in sooner?”

Hotch walked into the conference room just as Morgan voiced his upset. The conversation with Strauss still ringing sharply through his mind.

“Despite having the highest crime rate in the country, in the 20 plus years of the BAU’s existence, Gotham City has only ever called on our services twice.” Reid, their local genius and youngest agent shot out his rapid-fire reply just as Hotch took a seat. With pale skin, thick locks of brown hair slicked back against his skull and a body wiry enough to be called ‘reed-thin’ he painted the exact picture of what one would call a ‘nerd’.

Hotch liked Reid, though. He was factual, if a little emotional at times - and his IQ of 187 could intimidate just about anyone. From across the room JJ caught Hotch's eyes and he quickly returned her sympathetic smile with a brief nod;

I’m fine.

“Agent David Rossi managed to solve one case in 1993,” Reid continued, “they were called in again a few years later, but they couldn’t make any head way. GCPD has not asked the BAU for assistance since then.”

“So they like to handle problems in-house. Okay, cool, but this one has them stumped?” Morgan was a man that liked to hit the bag. He was strong, mentally and physically, but if Hotch ever had to write a recommendation he would be hard-pressed not to include ‘stubborn to a fault’ and ‘too flirty with colleagues’. Currently the black-man’s muscled arms were crossed over his chest, he usually had a softness or playfulness to his voice, but now Hotch could only hear the tight tension of anger. He really couldn’t blame the man.

“The new Mayor called us in,” said Hotch, flicking open his file, “Let’s be happy they’re asking this time. Continue with the presentation please.”

JJ nodded, and turned back to the large screen behind her. She clicked a remote and eighteen pictures of victims popped up across it.

“In the past several months eighteen women have been found dead in their homes, their throats sliced and posed as if they were alive. The latest victim was Mary Westman.” A picture of Mary took up the center part of the screen. She was sitting in a comfortable chair, possibly asleep if not for the sliced throat. There was a cat sleeping under her arms.

“Wait,” Prentiss sat up, “did the cat crawl under her?”

JJ shifted a little, “The cat is also dead.”

“This is all levels of crazy,” Prentiss said, sitting back in her chair, her brown eyes now wide. Frightfully intelligent with a wide pool of languages under her belt, she only came onto the team around eight months ago. Out of his entire team, Hotch worried about her the most on the job. She was still new and part of him always waited for her to crack under the pressure – but she was holding, there was mettle in her that he was still learning the depths to. The last person Gideon accepted onto the team before leaving.

Like a magnet his eyes flicked over to Reid at the thought of Gideon, but the young genius was listening intently to what Prentiss was saying.

“The report says he’s also left some voice recordings?” Prentiss continued.

“Yes!” JJ clicked the remote, bringing up a sound bite, but then paused to look at them with worried eyes, “I’ll warn you, they are, strange…”

Their silence was answer enough, and moments later a voice crackled over the silence of the room.

“I’ve saved another one, Gordon. Her depressing and boring existence has come to a final end,” a husky chuckle whispered through the speakers. “She can now, finally, finally be free. You should have seen her face when I plunged the knife into her skin …. Oooooh”

The keening sound cut straight through Hotch, he held perfectly still.

“- her eyes screaming when her throat couldn’t – it was glorious. Like the instant creation of a rare painting, the colors splashing against the wall in beautiful patterns. Another one freed, another mark, but there are still so many, many more. You’ll see them all soon,” another rough chuckle, sweet and dark. “I promise.”

The room fell into silence.

“There are around six of these.”

“So not left with each victim,” said Hotch.

"Who's Gordon?" asked Prentiss.

"Captain Gordon, the detective who's been heading up the case in Gotham." Hotch sat back, "The UnSub sounds pleased, satisfied even."

“Not only that, but the speech pattern is very upper-class.” Reid quickly said, “He could be from a rich family.”

Morgan shrugged, “Or he could be from a middle-class family with a high-class education.”

“Okay, with the escalation we don’t have a lot of time to catch this guy before he kills again. We’ll discuss it more on the plane. Wheels up in thirty.”

Hotch grabbed his file and headed for the door. Whoever this guy was, they had to catch him and fast – otherwise it will mean another body. As he headed into his office, he couldn’t help but spare a glance at his teammates. He just hoped they were all ready for it.

And the fact that he was thinking that, reminded him of just how worried he was.

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For Prentiss it was already feeling like one of their worst cases - she had an uneasy in the pit of her stomach.

The plane took off around thirty minutes later. Each of her team members taking the time to analyze the case file and come up with suggestions or theories. Prentiss was staring at the pictures with some degree of disturbance. How does anyone justify this? Part of her knew that she wasn’t supposed to be asking questions like this. Having only been on the team for a little over eight months, she still had a lot to prove, and allowing a psychopath to get to you was not going to be helpful.

“Let’s take a look at the profile.” Hotch. Dear God, how has that man kept it together for this long? She shook her head and flicked to the front of the file.

“Judging by the wounds and marks, I’d say he’s proficient with a blade, meaning he's either had training or a lot of practice” Reid said, his nose still buried in the file. “There aren’t any defensive wounds, or if there are they are minimal. These women didn’t have a chance to fight back.”

“True,” Morgan held a pen loosely in his hand, flicking it up and down as he spoke, “This guy has control over them, for whatever reason, they don’t scream or struggle, and he finds a way inside without any hassle.” He glanced at the file, “Nothing here indicates the locks were broken. He got in somehow, though.”

“The posing of the bodies could be a sign of remorse…” Reid said, turning the picture around in his hand as if trying to get a better angle.

“No,” Morgan said, “Can’t be, from the messages it sounds more like he’s getting something out of it.”

“That message worries me,” Prentiss said, “I have set them free. Like he’s doing them a favour?”

“Which makes him an Angel of Mercy,” Hotch said, voice falling low, almost a touch regretful.

“Angel of Mercy?” Prentiss asked.

“Someone who thinks that by killing the victim, they are helping them in some way. They are usually caregivers, but they can extend out from that. I can give you some, um, material if you want?” Reid said with a faint smile, almost bashful. Prentiss kept her expression as neutral as possible – the guy was just too sweet sometimes.

“Thanks Reid,” she said, “I’d like that.”

“Do the victims have anything in common, Garcia?” Hotch asked, addressing the question at the small laptop on the center table.

“Apart from being women, none,” the perky blonde's face crackled onto the screen. Today their tech expert was wearing bright pink make-up, and her hair was pulled up into a perfectly messy bun. She was holding a fluffy pen, and behind her was what Prentiss could only describe as a giant Panda Balloon.

“I’ve cross checked every single one of them, and there is no connection, not even a bank teller they used at the same time. Nothing, sorry.”

“Keep looking, and keep me posted on what you find.” she nodded and clicked off. Hotch turned back to the file. “Reid, what do we know about Gotham?”

Reid didn’t reply. Prentiss glanced up to see him staring at his file, his eyes slightly out of focus. With her right foot she nudged him in the leg.

“Reid.”

“Hm?” his head snapped up, and he quickly glanced around, “Oh, um Gotham City is set on an island off the coast of Gotham County in New Jersey, and was established around 1635, but really only rose to prominence around the 1800s.” Reid was already talking at a blistering speed, “The population is 9 564 309 and has the highest homeless percentage per capita in America, at 1204 per 100 000. Due to the cramped conditions, housing has become one of the major problems they are trying to combat with the ‘Expand Gotham’ initiative.”

“I’ve heard they called it ‘the city of devil’s” Morgan managed to slide in between the rambling.

“Yes, they do! Clearly drawing parallels to the City of Angels from Los Angeles, but the City of Angels got its name from Angeles–“

“Reid.” Hotch said.

“Sorry,” he cleared his throat, “Overall, the city has the highest crime rate in the Unites States, in 2005 it rose a full 20% and last year Gotham was voted as the most dangerous city to live in.”

“Okay,” Hotch said, cutting Reid off from another tangent, “We’ll all head over to the precinct to get settled. Then Reid you and I will go talk to the families, see if we can learn anything about a possible connection. Morgan, I want you and Prentiss to go the latest crime scene. We move in pairs, no one goes off alone and we stay in contact. The city is corrupted, but do not act on anything that you might see.”

The words hit like a bomb, blasting any semblance of calm out of the plane and into the ether.

“Excuse me?” Morgan’s voice rose up in pitch, “You tellin us to back off from bribes and –“

“Yes,” Hotch said, snapping them back to focus. “I don’t like it any more than you do. But we are outmanned and outgunned, they hold the cards, we play by their rules. We have a job to find a serial killer, not to root out corruption, so stay focused on the case.”

Morgan shook his head and looked away, but Prentiss could see the muscle in his jaw jumping. Hotch was already taking his files, most likely to go and sit at the back and get some more work done. But the tension was rife in the small space.

“There are rumours,” Reid interjected into the stiff silence, “That they actually kill people who don’t abide by their rules. But no one has been able to prove it.”

Hotch paused on his way to the back, and said; “All the more reason to be careful.”

[s-weetwitch]

JENNIFER JERAU ICONS.

like or reblog. <3

[thechildoflightanddarkness]

Re-watching Criminal Minds for the 17383919928th time because of reasons

[reminiscing-writer]

Off The Deep End

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warnings: kidnapping, violence, blood, crying, angst

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“Wakey, wakey,” an eerie voice makes Spencer slowly regain consciousness, “Boy Genius.” The nickname caused chills to crawl up Spence’s spine.

“I know a way we can wake him more effectively.” A second voice boomed, from what seemed like further away.

“I told you, give me my hour with him, then he's all yours.” The first voice spoke. This voice was scratchier. And, upon opening his eyes, Spencer found that this voice also belonged to the man who had asked for directions earlier. The man who had baited him.

He had his back towards the agent. When he heard Spencer straighten himself up in the chair he was tied to, he quickly turned around. Eyes looking as predators to a prey.

“Hello, Spencer.” The man smiled. One may even say wholeheartedly, if circumstances were different. “Ace.” He stretched out his right hand, almost mockingly. “You seem a bit… tied up. We can save casualties for later.” Spencer simply gave him a deadpan stare.

“What do you want?” Spence didn't take his eyes off Ace. “And, why am I here?”

“It's been brought to my attention, that you, Spencer Reid,” Ace began pacing in front of his captive, “were a part of the Integrity operation.” Spencer replied with silence, “Your dear friend Jennifer Jerau was also a part of this undercover mission back in 2010. But, as you may recall, when we had previously taken her,” JJ’s name draws a response out of the fellow agent as he clenches his jaw, “she held out strong till she could no longer bare. She was a strong one.” Ace nodded to himself.

Stopping his pacing, he kneels before Spencer, “Since then and now, the password to those files have changed. And, it is to my knowledge, that you hold the new password.”

“I have no idea what you're talking about.” Spencer looked his captor in the eyes.

“I'm making this easy on you, Spencer.” Ace said with a tsk, “You tell me, and I let you free. You stall,” he turns over his shoulder to his fellow friend. He stood much taller than Ace. His build was large, and his exposed arms held many scars. “Griffin here asks you.”

Spencer's answer doesn't change, “I have no idea what you're asking from me.”

Ace motions Griffin over. The large man strides over, cracking his knuckles. “What is the password for the new integrity files?” He spoke clearly and with purpose.

Spencer tried his best not to show fear. But, as any sane person in said situation, he gulped hard and licked his chapped lips. “I told you guys,” he looked towards Ace, “I don't know.”

Before Spencer could even look back up towards Griffin, he saw a large first come hurling straight for his left cheek.

As the force of the punch causes Spencer's chair to slightly tilt to the right, Griffin grabs both arms of his chair, and leans in close to Spencer.

There's a metallic taste in Spencer's mouth. “Please, I'm serious! You've got the wrong guy!” He pleaded.

The only answer he got was yet another sucker punch to his right cheek. His head ring, and the inside of his right cheek stung. “What is the password?” Griffin spoke with force in every word.

Spencer simply shook his head with his eyes shut tightly, receiving yet another punch to the gut. The blood which had collected in his mouth automatically spilled out of the corners of his lips.

“Faster you spill the beans, the faster you're out of here.” Ace smirked from behind Griffin as Spencer groaned in pain.

The next hour consisted of the same events. Questions, followed by a lack of answers, which led to Spence eventually getting beaten black and blue.

The doctor was hunched over in the wooden chair which he’d been tied to. Eyes heavy and drooping, breathing scratchy. Every muscle and bone in his body ached.

Spencer looked up through his hooded eyes to see Ace walking towards him. He came close to his captive and grabbed a handful of his curly brown hair.

Spencer barely had enough energy to react. He blinks slowly, urging Ace to speak. Before he does, he pulls up a large black camera that's hanging around his neck.

Quickly snapping a photo of Spencer, a bright flash causing his eyes to see stars, Ace asks,. “Would you like to answer our question yet?”

With no reply from Spence, he smiles wide calling his accomplice back into the picture. “Let's get his wife's package ready, Griffin.”

At the mere mention of Amelia, Spencer's eyes shot open. He tries to sit up straight in his chair only to be held down by his shoulders. “It’ll be easier if you don't move around.” He heard Griffin say as he approached from the darkness.

Spencer's eyes widened as he saw the large man holding a glimmering butcher knife. “What are you guys- look, I'm serious! I don't know anything!” He started rambling, “Leave her out of thi-” his plea cut short as Ace shoved a dirty rag into Spencer's mouth muffling any sound to be made.

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“He's probably okay, right?” Amelia asked nervously, playing with her brown locks.

“Yeah,” Morgan dismissed distractedly as he watched Penelope type away at her laptop. “He probably just got sidetracked about something.”

24 hours later, when Amelia nor anyone on the team had heard from Spencer, she had called Derek again. When his calls had gone to voicemail with no avail, he called Penelope and the duo went over to give Amelia company.

“You said you spoke to him around 3?” Garcia peeked up to Amelia from the tops of her floral frames.

“Yeah,” she nodded, “at like 2:45. He said he'd be home by 3:30.”

Garcia tipped and tapped away. She opened up surveillance footage from the previous day. Silence laced the young doctors' living room.

“Okay, so here it is. There's Hotch leaving.” She skips ahead a bit, “And, there's me and you,” she clicks her tongue and pulls the video further until the parking lot is empty. “Ah! There he is.” She sees Spencer on screen. Amelia quickly leans in closer to the screen in hope to see her husband.

The video plays and as the events unfold, Garcia loudly gasps, her eyes wide as saucers.

“W-who's that?” Amelia asked as she saw a hunched over white man speak with her husband. Quickly, a big van pulls up next to the two men, hiding the view from the camera. When the van pulls away, Spence and the stranger are gone.

“Wh-what… Derek?” Amelia stutters struggling to find words. She looks up at her equally worried friend.

“Morgan, what was that? Who were they?” Penelope questions quickly, her hands playing with the rings on her fingers. When Derek gives no reply, she calls for his attention, “Derek?”

His eyes dart from the laptop screen, to his colorful coworker, to his friend's worried wife. “I'm gonna go call Hotch.” He excuses himself into the kitchen.

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It takes no more than half an hour for the entire team to gather at Spencer's apartment. The surveillance footage had been played and replayed over a dozen times. Amelia didn't want to watch it, but it was all that she had so she could see her husband.

“Garcia, any luck with the facial recognition software?” Aaron, the groups’ leader, asks.

“No,” Penelope shakes her head with a frown, “I'm trying to at least get an estimated height and weight. Maybe, that’d make it easier.”

Aaron nods, holding a fist up to his face and biting down on his knuckles. His eyes carefully watch Spencer's worried wife unable to sit still. Amelia gets up from her place on the couch and wipes her sweaty palms on the thighs of her jeans.

“I haven't even offered,” she spoke quickly, “sorry. Can I get you guys anything? Water, juice? Maybe, coffee?” She looks at everyone, not really holding eye contact with any of them.

Before the team could give a response, she quickly excuses herself into the kitchen.

“What are we thinking here, Hotch?” Morgan asks as soon as Amelia is out of earshot.

“Lots, but none of it is true, I hope.” His sharp eyes flash worry.

Emily is sitting on the couch, manspreading, her hands clasped between her knees. “People don't just kidnap Federal agents without reason, Hotch. If this is because-”

“We don't know that yet.” JJ quickly intervenes, staring out the apartment window in a daze, “And, until we do, I don't think it's fair to worry Amelia like that.”

“JJ is right.” Hotch agrees. He looks at his team. “For time being, all we can do is find another possible motive, and anything else we can on that man.”

Em whips her head towards the kitchen when she hears a soft sniffle. She looks up towards Aaron who gives a sympathetic nod. Getting up she heads into the kitchen, in hopes of comforting their friend.

“This is crazy,” Derek takes a sharp inhale, “I need a breather.” He shakes his head, rubbing his eyes with the palm of his hands. He grabs his jacket off the arm of the couch, and heads for the exit.

Opening the door, he's greeted by a large yellow envelope at the welcome mat. Picking it up, he flips it over to see it read ‘Mrs. Reid’ in messy handwriting.

He quickly turns back into the apartment, shutting the door behind him. “Weren't you just-” Jennifer begins questioning, only to be shushed by Derek. He puts a finger to his lips, and indicates none of the team make any noise for a minute.

He shows the group the new-found mail. Garcia takes it from his hands, only for it to be taken by Hotchner from her.

The team watches carefully as the team leader opens the envelope. They're all so engrossed in the mail, none of them realize that Emily and Amelia have emerged from the kitchen. Both girls stood quietly, not attracting any attention to themselves.

He pulls out a large paper. Upon seeing what's on it, he swallows hard, clenching his jaw. Morgan peels over, and snatches the paper away from him.

Amelia simply watches the men look at the page in horror. She slips out from Emily's hold, and calls for Derek's attention. “What is it?” She asks in fear of the answer.

The team all look over to her. “Take her inside.” Aaron orders Emily. She nods reaching for Amelia again, but she resists.

“No,” she moves away from the female agent, “Derek, what is that?” She asks her husband's best friend, motioning towards the page in his hand and the envelope in Hotchs’. When Morgan doesn't give an answer she moves closer to him.

He takes a small step back, and Aaron intervenes between the two. “Amelia, it's best if you listen to me, and go inside for a moment.” He speaks softly, holding her on either side of her arms. She avoids eye contact with him, knowing if she does look at him, she may be convinced to leave.

She shakes her head, “It's about Spence, isn't it?” She directs her voice to Morgan. He looks away from her. She quickly pushes past Aaron, and snatches the paper from Derek's fingers and runs to the corner of the room.

The team watches closely as she loudly gasps, hand covering her mouth. Her eyes quickly well with tears, and JJ goes close to comfort her.

JJ looks at the paper also, and shuts her lips tightly, looking away. Amelia, however, doesn't look away. She stares at the paper.

The picture. It was a large Polaroid of Spencer. His head was being held up by a hand. His face was cut, and bloodied and bruised. His lip was busted and although his body wasn't the main attraction of the photo, she could see his shirt had been torn, and even on his torso, there were bruises.

Amelia's knees buckle underneath her, and she falls into JJ’s arms, sobbing.

“Spence,” she cries, covering her face into her friends body, “he's- oh god.” She cries harder, her body trembling. JJ strokes her head, cooing her to calm down, her own eyes filled to the brim with tears.

Aaron and Derek both break away from the crying woman, and simultaneously look towards the center table at the yellow envelope. Emily catches their unsaid conversation and looks at the table also.

She reaches over, feeling something light in the paper envelope. The rustling of the mail catches Amelia's attention. She watches cautiously, holding her breath.

Emily simply flips the contents of the bag onto the table. A small ziploc baggie falls out with a small thud. The team and Amelia all slowly lean in closer to get a better look.

As soon as Amelia makes out the object on the table, she screams loudly, once again falling back into JJ, “Oh my god!” She instinctively pushes herself away from the table. Emily rushes to her side. All three woman huddle together, JJ and Emily holding tightly onto a screaming Amelia.

As Amelia is in hysterics, Garcia is sitting on the couch, unable to move. Her hands shaking and her face covered with rivers of tears. Derek sits beside her, holding her close, one arm around her, and one arm turning her face away. He kisses the top of her head.

Aaron remains the last standing, staring speechlessly at the contents on the table.

Staring back at him was a small ziploc bag, with about an inch of what looked to be Spencer's finger, and his wedding ring.

His finger remains bloody, and his wedding ring also covered in the crimson liquid

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