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25 with Aaron ♡

It’s up on the other account. After a few years... 😬

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Secrets. 1

this is a prequal to my fic on @alittlelessthanacircle​, but I am moving it over to here so that everything is on one account.

Emma Chase had received the letter from her uncle shortly after attending Sarah’s funeral. Having known the relationship between the woman and her uncle, the blonde doctor was aware of how much the loss would affect her previous caregiver and for that reason continued to make contact every few weeks. Losing him would have been the equivalent to losing her father, however, her actions had been futile.

To believe that she could help save that man was flawed, he didn’t require saving. What Jason Gideon required was a change of pace, he had surrounded himself with killers and that had stollen much more than his sanity. He lost people he loved, people he cared for, people he had assumed saved and it had all become too much.

He had explained that in his letter. Jason had told her how he wished he could remain in her life, but that he feared she would become a target for those who aimed their knives at his heart. He had watched her fight her way out of captivity before, and he didn’t want her to have to do the same again. To save her from potential trauma was what he thought he was doing, but abandonment hurt her beyond what her memory had.

However, knowing his ward as well as he did, Jason understood that he couldn’t leave her with no-one. Of course, the woman had her closest friend, but he was aware of Emma’s toxic independence. It had been her biggest downfall for as long as he had been her guardian. Having lost her family in intervals, she had taught herself the fundamental characteristics of living. She learnt to live for herself.

She had found herself re-reading a passage of his letter almost constantly, not knowing what he had meant by it. He had written: Perhaps the biggest difficulty of this is leaving you and Lacey almost alone. I wish I could tell you that the thought of that was enough to convince me to stay, but I’ve lost so much. However, I have put as much in place as I can to make sure that you can have the family you have always wanted. We should have known that I was never that for you, one man is not a family.

Of course, he had been enough for her, a man could be a family if there was enough love. She was watching Lacey’s favourite film as she found herself reading over the letter once more. Obsessing over the words had been her past time since she had received it, but only this time was she disrupted by the sound of her phone.

Emma pressed the volume down button on the Disney film currently playing on her TV, luckily for the mother Lacey had fallen asleep on the couch, the Infant Tylenol having finally kicked in. However, the mother knew that if she were to turn the film off completely the girl would wake instantly as if her were still watching the film.

She moved carefully, reaching to grasp her phone from the coffee table without causing the couch to move enough to wake the young girl. As she swiped to answer, she was greeted by a familiar voice she couldn’t quite place, “Is this Miss Emma Chase?”

“Doctor,” She corrected, knowing how much her uncle was insistent that she would be called by her correct title. “But, yes, this is she. May I ask who I am speaking to?”

There was a silence at the other end of the phone, where the receiver had become confused by the question, “This is Agent Aaron Hotchner from the FBI’s Behavioural Analysis Unit, I assumed you would be expecting a call. I received your CV earlier this week, and I must say that I was extremely impressed.”

“Thank you, sir,” Emma replied, smiling slightly to herself. “However, I didn’t send my CV in, not recently at least. I am going to assume that there was an external party who brought it to your attention.”

“If you are referring to Jason Gideon, then I would like to agree.” Aaron stated, causing Emma to nod to herself. “However, if you are interested, I would like to offer you a trial period with the unit. We recently received funding for an additional member, and I feel your expertise would be an asset to our team.”

Emma was silent for a minute, knowing that she wouldn’t have received this offer without her connection to Jason, “How long would this trial period last?”

“A couple of cases at the most,” the agent stated, “when would be the earliest you can start?”

Emma glanced over at Lacey, not wanting to leave the young girl while she wasn’t well, but also knowing that she wouldn’t get a chance like this again, “I would need to make a few calls, but I could most likely begin tomorrow.”

“That’s great,” Aaron exclaimed, and she could hear him typing before the silence became planted. “I’m sorry to ask this, but have you heard from Jason?”

“Only a letter since Sarah’s funeral,” Emma explained, letting out a sigh. “I take it there’s been no news on your end either?”

“Apart from a letter to one of our team and your CV, nothing.” The man stated, causing Emma’s face to drop. “I hope, in all sincerity, that he contacts you soon.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Emma spoke softly, noticing that the blonde girl was beginning to stir beside her. “I look forwards to working with you.”

Aaron knew from what he had learnt of the girl from Jason, that she was sincere in her words, but also that this job would be more than a career for her, “And you Doctor Chase, have a good evening.”

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Nightmares . 4

Silence was broken only by the odd creaking of a chair as the team of agents stretched for new files and photos. The thick and overwhelming fog hung heavy around the agents as they struggled to get any deeper knowledge on the case at hand. In previous occasions, they had been further through there process, but this case was proving to be difficult.

Jennifer and Reina were sat with photographs that that the latter had taken earlier that day. Scores on the bones were her speciality, but even with the groves and patterns she couldn't work out what could have caused the marks. Rubbing her eyes and cursing the inability to see any further than the obvious, Reina pushed the pictures to the back of her mind for a moment.

Leaning back on her chair, Reina cursed the creeks and the cracks that filled the room. Around her she was sure that the other agents were working, and she was adamant that the sound caused by her movement had disrupted their thoughts. However, those around her were as blank as she was.

Noticing that her team were sat, staring blankly at pages of text, Emily let out a large sigh and pushed herself up from her seat. Catching everyone's attention, she declared, "Let's all get some rest, come back in the morning with a fresh mind."

Looking reluctantly at the image in front of her, Reina opened her mouth to argue. However, the words were replaced with a yawn that filled the room, signifying your need to join the rest of the team.

Smiling at Jennifer as she waited, the dark-haired agent stood to leave the room. Linking her arm with the blonde, she walked silently to the door of the station. Without thinking, the duo began to walk ahead of the rest of the team, both relaxing as they let out the stress that had been building up inside them.

With the hotel only being a short walk from the station, Jennifer and Reina had arrived in a matter of minutes. The former had stopped before the desk, pulling her phone from her pocket.

"I need to call Will before the boys go to bed." Jennifer declared, causing the other girl to nod her head in understanding. "If we end up sharing, I'll bunk with you. We have some serious catching up to do."

"I will spill some tea," Reina laughed, watching as Jennifer's eyes narrowed. "I spend too much time with College students, I'm up to date with today's slang."

Shaking her head as she lifted her phone to her ear, Jennifer replied, "Don't let Rossi hear you, he will get you translating everyone for him."

Smirking as she turned her head away from the blonde, Reina's eyes fixed on the man that she had been strategically avoiding for the majority of the day. As her gaze fixed on him, she let a smile play at her lips mirroring the one that was playing at his.

Before she could step towards him, starting the conversation that they needed, the rest of the team arrived. Pulling the women's attention from the ex-ranger, David placed his arm over the women's shoulder and asked, "Today hasn't been too much for you, has it, Cara Mia?"

Shaking her head, Reina leaned into David's torso for comfort. She had known the man since she was a child, and he had always been the person that she trusted the most. Or he had been until she had met Luke, and that moment, as she felt less relief in his embrace, was the first time she, herself, had realised this.

Looking up at David's worried face, Reina let out a sigh as she stated, "David, I know that you still see me as the girl who was cowering in the corner, but I'm not. I've face everything I was scared of, you don't need to protect me anymore."

"I know that," David sighed looking at the women, who he did indeed still see as the girl he had rescued all those years ago, "it's just difficult to see you doing this. Though, I think that I need to get used to it, if you join the team."

Watching as David's face conveyed confusion at the lack of shock in her reaction, Reina let out a breath before explaining, "A little birdie had already suggested this to me, after she heard a conversation."

"Well, Garcia was correct." David explained, causing Reina to smile at his correct assumption. "And you should think about the offer, before Emily asks you."

As Reina nodded, Emily called, "We're on the second floor, everyone take your keys we're pairing up."

Catching Jennifer's eyes, the duo shared a knowing nod and smile that made them feel as though they were back in high school. A small chuckle left Reina mouth as she pushed herself away from David, bidding him a goodnight as she and Jennifer made their way to the stairs, appose to the elevator.

Once the duo was out of earshot, Jennifer raised her brow at the youngest women, "Now, where were you last night Reina Charlotte Clarington-Harris?"

"Out, Mrs Jareau." Reina smirked. "I thought you were a profiler, but you're not very good at this interrogating nonsense."

"Reina, come on." Jennifer groaned as she walked up the staircase, closely followed by the dark-haired doctor. "If there is someone you are seeing, whose shirt you had to borrow this morning, I feel I should get the details."

"Maybe you will," Reina smiled as they reached the second floor, "But, I'm going to go and see if Spence has a shirt I can borrow to sleep in."

Watching as Reina walked down the hall, Jennifer called after, "If he doesn't have one, Luke probably will."

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Reid: Name one non-sexual act that turns you on.

Emily: When they reply to my sarcasm with better sarcasm.

Rossi: Finally, my talents can be appreciated.

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A Beginning With Squeals || Emily Prentiss

Emily Prentiss X Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

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After a day of meeting new people, you and Emily returned to her home. It was humble and comfortable, much like the apartment she had inhabited in Paris. There were very little photos on the walls, something that you had become used to before she had left.

However, the few photos that she did have, were sat on dresser to the left of you as you entered the door. There were pictures of the people you had met that day, each of them smiling. There were images of them on nights out, where they had stripped themselves of there formal attire, but there were also pictures from dinners where they were all dressed impeccably.

Yet, it wasn’t any of these photo’s that had drawn your eyes initially. It was the photo that had been placed closest to the wall at the centre of the dresser that had pulled your attention to a stop. Your arms were wrapped around her shoulders and your head was resting in the crook of her neck. There was a smile filling both of your faces, something that had been so common for the year that you had spent together in Paris.

That day was vivid in your memory. The flower crown in your hair created by your niece who had visited with your sister, as she had once again tried to talk you into going home. Despite the horrors and insults that had left your sisters lips, Emily had managed to keep you floating long enough to see her to the airport. That day had been the moment that you realised you were in love with Emily.

Having pulled your eyes from the photo, your smiled as you ran your fingers along the kitchen counter. Stopping once you were opposite Emily, she declared, “I’m glad you’re here.”

“In your home, or in DC?” You asked, raising a brow at your friend.

“Both.” She replied. Emily linked her fingers into your belt loops, pulling your closer to her. Moving your arms to wrap around her neck, you smiled as she unhooked her fingers and wrapped her arms around your waist still pulling you closer.

Looking directly into your eyes, Emily whispered, “I’m glad you’re in my home, because it means you’ve forgiven me. I’m glad you’re in DC, because it means you forgave yourself.”

“I haven’t.” You sighed, Emily knowing which part of it you were referencing. Your eyes dropped from hers in guilt, not wanting to see the disappointment in her eyes. It wasn’t there, even if you were sure it would be. “But, I’m on the way towards it.”

“And that is a beginning,” Emily smiled. “A beginning is a good place.”

Looking up, your eyes met hers again as she asked, “Is this okay?”

Nodding you head, your eyes flicked towards her lips before moving back up to her eyes. Part of you had realised how Emily always knew what you were thinking throughout the year in Paris, the rest of you wanted to continue believing that it was just how well she knew you. This was one of those moments you wished you didn’t know about her profession.

Her eyes travelled in a mirror image of yours, causing your hairs to stand up the back of your neck. A small reaction that displayed the effect that Emily had over you.

“I missed you,” you whispered, batting your eyelids as you watched her smile.

“I missed you too,” Emily declared, leaning her forehead against yours. “Do you want to know what else I’ve missed?”

Nodding your head, you waited for her to speak. However, you were the first to make a sound as she gripped your waist and spun you. A squeal left your mouth and filled your room, followed by a mutual laugh.

Yet, the moment your feet touched the floor, the laughter was stopped by the familiar feeling of her lips on yours.

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Nightmares. 3

Everyone had fallen asleep on the way to Denver. The majority of the BAU team had been kept in work late to compile paperwork. So, each of them had begun to drift into the oblivion that rejuvenated their mind.

There were, however, two members who did not slip into the darkness of their mind. Both of these had known the exact movement of the other the night before. So, they each knew that the other had no need to sleep on the plane ride.

Reina was trying to read the book that Spencer had given her. She and the doctor had similar tastes in literature, so intrigue wasn’t the issue. There was no questioning what the issue was; she already knew why her attention was slipping. Luke.

Whenever she tried to hand to a word, grip to it, he would become extra weight that pulled her down. She couldn’t picture the metaphors, because the look on his face when Jennifer had introduced him was fresh in her mind. She couldn’t put it away.

On the other side of the plane, Luke was having the same problem. He was trying to find comfort in the music that was playing through his headphones, but he couldn’t help but glance over at Reina.

His knowledge of who she was had been tested, and failed, today. In just a few moments, he had learnt how little he knew of the person he was closest to. He knew that their relationship wasn’t conventional, so he couldn’t blame himself for the lack of knowledge.

For the first time since they had stepped on the plane, the duo glanced in the others direction at the same time. A slight smile played at Reina’s lips. She didn’t know how to approach this, but she did know that silence wasn’t going to help.

Without thinking, Reina had taken to her feet and walked down the gangway in the plane. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do when she got to Luke, but she knew that she would know when she got there.

“Can I sit here?” She asked, cursing the tentativeness in her voice. She wasn’t a timid person, she had seen warzones and recovered. Yet, when realising that there was more chance of her getting hurt emotionally, she became self-preserving.

Nodding his head, Luke moved his bag to the floor beside his feet. They both sat in silence for a moment. Neither wanting to be the one to break the silence.

“When David called he said to get there ASAP.” Reina declared, unsure of the correct way to address any situation. “I didn’t have time to go home, so I had to borrow one of your shirts. I would have called, but you would have been on your way in.”

“It’s fine,” Luke smirked, turning towards her and straightening her collar. “It suits you better anyway.”

Blushing at his words, Reina looked away from him. Once again, they were engulfed in a thick and suffocating silence.

“Everyone here seems to know you, Garcia loves you.” Luke stated, turning to look at her. “I haven’t gotten close to the rest of the team yet.”

“I’ve been here for a while.” Reina explained. “I drop in to help when they need me. Where I have taken a profiling course I can apply the anthropology and pathology to it.” There was a pause before she added, “It really helps when there are uncooperative coroners.”

“I wish I had known, you would have asked you for help with Garcia.” Luke chuckled, knowing that Reina would join in. He loved watching her laugh.

“Well, I think you should let her know that Roxy is your dog.” Reina suggested. “That would be a lot more effective than having her believe that you are with a blonde named Roxy.”

“Well, if you didn’t have a thing about covering your face in pictures we wouldn’t have this issue,” Luke smirked as he picked his phone out of his pocket. “See, if you didn’t cover your face she would know that I know you.”

“You know me?”

Nodding his head, Luke answered, “Yeah. I know you, probably better than anyone here.”

“That I can only partially agree with.” Reina stated. “David definitely know me better.”

***

“Dr Raymond, thank you for seeing us.” Reina smiled, holding out her hand to shake the ME’s. “I hope you don’t mind me doing a secondary examination?”

The doctor shook his head. Without asking for the primary exam report, Reina pulled a pair of gloves onto her hand. Turning to the sections of corpse that were placed on the cold metal table before her.

“From my examination, the dismemberment happened post mortem.” Dr Raymond declared, turning to Spencer. At this comment, Reina screwed up her brows in confusion. “I’m not sure how much my report will help a profile.”

“It can help tremendously, to know what the UnSub is capable off.” Reina declared, not looking up from the cut marks on the bones. “Like the fact that the dismemberment was don’t ante mortem.”

Turning to Reina, Dr Raymond asked, “How did you determine that?”

“The staining on the bone implies that she was alive, and blood was pumping around her body when she was dismembered. If she was dead, it wouldn’t have stained.” Reina explained, pointing to the dark sections of the bone. “Also, the dismemberment was done with a manual tool, an electronic wouldn’t leave this marking.”

“I should have seen that.” Dr Raymond declared, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, Dr Reid and Dr Clarrington-Harris.”

“It’s no problem, but we have to go back to our team.” Spencer declared sharing a look with Reina.

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Nightmares. 2

Agents filtered into the conference room, each of them glancing over the file as they took their seat. There had been a buzz that had weaved around them as they sat in the bullpen, but that had been distinguished as they crossed the threshold into to the room. There were differences in the agents, some sipping coffee from take away cups, but there was one constant. Each of them held a solemn look on their face.

These agents had learnt to love one another. So, under any other circumstances they would have been pleased and overjoyed to have each of their friends together. However, this wasn't any other circumstances. These were the circumstances they had all come to grow used to. That was a realisation that scared them all slightly.

There was not a moment that passed that the agents weren't scared by the fact that they wouldn't flinch or bat an eye at the crime scene photos. It wasn't abnormal to create a tolerance for things that occur regularly, but that didn't justify their new reactions.

Looking up as Penelope shuffled into the room, each of the agents could tell be her face how bad this case was. The entirety of her bubbly persona had been stripped from her features. She seemed like a shell of the woman they all knew.

"I don't have anything fun or clever to say today," she began, ignoring the two empty seats closest to the door. "But you are all headed to Lima, Ohio where three women have been found scattered around public parks where they had previously been abducted."

"Scattered?" Spencer asked, his voice thick with the curiosity. The file they were given had been vague to say the least.

"Each of the girls had been dismembered." Penelope shook her head and closed her eyes, as if she could shake away the image. "The coroner cannot tell us anymore."

"How long had they been gone for?" David question, between glances towards the door.

Looking at the file, Spencer answered, "The first 8 weeks, the second 6 and the third only 3."

"He's deteriorating." A voice said from the door, causing each of the agents to turn. Behind them, Luke made his way to his chair, picking up the file as soon as he was able.

"Nice of you to pop in Newbie." Penelope teased before turning back to the screen.

"The dismemberment could be a counter measure?" Tara professed, not sure what else to add at this point.

Looking at Tara, Jennifer announced, "It is pretty hard to cut up a body."

There was a silence for a moment, the details of the case stumping those who were involved. Clogs went around in their minds, searching for that one detail that would make everything make sense. However, before any agent could work it out, there was a knock on the door.

Letting out a large gasp, Penelope declared, "The prodigal child had returned."

"Are you claiming that you disapprove of my career, Penny?" Reina asked, her eyes looking accusingly at the blonde.

Luke's head flicked as he heard the voice. He had been the only agent not to turn around when he had heard the knock, opting to catch up on reading the case file. However, the moment he had heard the woman, his heart leaped in his chest.

Shocked filled both Reina and Luke's faces as they saw each other. They managed to wipe it from their features after a split second, but it didn't mean that the shock had disintegrated from their being.

"We have called Reina in to help us with this case," David announced as he put his arm around the girl. "I know everyone is excited to see her, but remember we need to find a killer."

"With that said, wheels up in 20." Emily smiled, nodding towards David and Reina.

***

Sitting on Spencer desk, Reina felt a small smile fill her features as she conversed with her old friends. She wasn't sure why it had been so long since she had seen any of them, and she was adamant that it wouldn't be so long next time.

"So, Reina, what happened last night?" Jennifer queried, causing Reina heart to jump in her chest.

Trying to compose herself, Reina managed to stop her eyes from diverting to Luke as she asked, "What do you mean?"

"I'm not usually one to complain, but your wearing a guys shirt." Jennifer pointed out as she gestured the shirt that she was wearing. "I only know that because Luke wore an identical one last week."

"Luke?" Reina questioned, mentally scolding herself as she did. She didn't need to keep the fact that she knew him a secret, it wasn't as though she worked for the BAU.

"Luke Alvez, he's a profiler in training." Jennifer answered, before calling him over. "Reina, this is SSA in training Luke Alvez. Luke, this is Dr Reina Clarington-Harris from the lab."

Luke was about to open his mouth after his brow had furrowed in confusion, but Reina stepped in sticking out her hand, "Pleasure to meet you."

"You too," Luke replied, "That's a nice shirt by the way."

Chocking on her words, Reina decided to stay silent rather that retaliate. Before much longer, Penelope had come to join them.

"I have some news," Penelope whispered as she joined the circle of agents. "I overheard a conversation this morning regarding our favourite doctor." Spencer look confused, but Penelope shook her head. "Not you Spence, but you are joint top."

"Are we on about me here, or Doctor Who?" Reina asked, causing a light chuckle to filter around the circle.

"You, my wonderful, male-shirt wearing friend." Reina groaned as she realised she wasn't going to here the end of this. "Emily was talking about adding a new member to the team. That member would be you."

"What?" Reina whispered in shock. "Why would I be added to the team?"

"Because, you are another necessary clog in this well-oiled machine." Penelope declared. "Perhaps you will replace Newbie."

"Sorry Garcia, but I'm not going anywhere." Luke declared. "Dr Clarington-Harris I look forwards to working with you. However, I need to go with Roxy."

Reina looked hurt by his stressing of Harris. She knew why he had done, she would have too if she were in his position. She hadn't even told him where she worked. There was just one part of her life that she didn't want to be tainted by the ghosts of her past.

"Roxy, I am assuming, is his girlfriend," Garcia whispered to Reina. "When I picture her, I see a blonde girl with extenuated assets and a tonne of make up. Not that I judge that choice."

Trying to hold back a laugh, Reina asked, "Have you ever met this, Roxy? Or seen a picture?"

"Admittedly, no." Garcia announced.

Glancing over to Luke again, Reina faked a thoughtful expression before announcing, "I don't picture him as being into that kind of woman. But I could be wrong."

"My child, when have you ever been wrong?"

Reina raised her brows accusingly at Garcia, following Luke with her eyes as he picked up the phone. She could tell by the way that he moved that he was upset. However, she couldn't work out whether or not he was angry at her. She hoped he wasn't.

Before she could ponder too long, Reina remembered that she didn't have a go bag. She had nothing but the clothes that she was wearing, and the shirt belonged to Luke.

"Jen, do you so happen to have any spare clothes in your go bag?"

Nodding her head, Jennifer smirked as she said, "Now, I am positive you weren't at home last night. Don't think your off the hook, I want to know details."

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Nightmares . 1

Watching as David crossed the bullpen, Emily scanned through the file on her desk once more. She couldn't risk asking him unless it was definitely necessary. The favours between the friends were becoming more and more, if this were unnecessary it could be the last one.

Whenever they had asked him in the past, he had been reluctant. However, when it has been proved necessary he gone through with it. Now, she had to ask him the exact thing again. He hated asking her; he hated putting her in danger.

Glancing up as she heard the door open, Emily's expression said everything. A sigh left David's mouth as he shut the door, his gut reminding him that she wouldn't be asking it she didn't need to.

Speaking without words, Emily passed David the file and he took a seat opposite her. She watched as his eyes wandered across the file, lingering on the crime scenes photo's for as long as he dared. She could tell from the look on his face that he was aware of the tell-tell signs that they needed assistance. However, she could also see his internal battle against the two responses.

"The dismemberment and the ante-mortem torture seem to be a major part of the MO," Emily leaned forwards in her chair, "She may be our best shot."

David let another sigh leave his lips, before announcing, "I know."

"In fact," Emily stated, pausing to regain her confidence, "I was thinking that she could join the team."

"No," David snapped, "That isn't going to happen."

Shaking her head, Emily added, "Please don't dismiss it so quickly. She is a great agent and has all of the qualifications she needs as well."

"I promised I would keep her safe." David countered. "Letting her join the team isn't keeping that promise."

"She can look after herself, Dave." Emily declared, earning herself an accusing glare from David. "Let's just get her in for this case, we can discuss this further later."

Nodding his head, David stood up and walked towards the door. Before he could leave the office, Emily had called his name, "Do you know where Luke is?"

"Once a month he is late." David replied, his voice taking a matter-of-a-fact tone.

Emily screwed up her brow, asking, "Do you know why?"

"Ex-military meetings I think." David answered, before leaving the office and dialling the number he hated under these circumstances.

***

Eyes fluttered open, narrowing as the sharp shaft of light temporarily blinded her. Turning onto her side, she was shocked when the other side of the bed was empty. Pushing herself up onto her elbows, she blinked back the blur of light that was shielding her view.

The bed was still warm and crumpled. However, the man who has slept there was not present in the dip in the mattress. She could hear him though, moving through the bedroom as she tried to regain her sense of sight.

"Hey, I got called in early today." He mumbled, pulling his pant on. "Are you going to be good seeing yourself out?"

Reina nodded, taking in the view before her. The monthly thing that they had was more to both of them than they would admit. However, living the kind of lives that they did, neither would start a relationship. It was too dangerous, and people got hurt far too easily.

"There's food in the fridge if you want to cook breakfast." He added as he did the top button on his shirt up. "Oh, and if it's possible can you feed Roxy for me?"

"Seriously, I feel like your mother." Reina chuckled as she nodded. "Luke, make sure you let me know your safe?"

Letting a smile fill his features, Luke replied, "And you wonder why I treat you like my mother."

"I think you need help if you treat your mother how you treat me," Reina joked, watching as Luke shook his head. "I'll see you at some point?"

"Oh, I will make sure of it." Luke replied before leaving the room.

Sitting up, Reina pushed her hair out of her face and let a large breath leave her body. Before she could move, Roxy had entered the room and jumped onto the bed.

"Hey girl," Reina mumbled as she ruffled her fur. "Looks like it's just you and me this morning."

The dog whined as she nuzzled into Reina face. Smiling to herself, Reina's mind travelled to the last few years. She had met Luke at their mandatory sessions after leaving the Army, designed to help them adapt to civilian life. They could have stopped going after a year, yet they couldn't seem to shake the habit.

Beside her, Reina's phone began to buzz. Checking the caller ID, she smiled at the thought of the man at the other end of the call.

"David, what brings you to the phone at this hour?" Reina asked, Roxy curling up beside her and laying her head on her lap.

There was a sigh on the other end of the line, "How much work do you have at the moment?"

"Not so much that I can't drop it." Reina answered. "Why?"

"I need you to help with a case." David declared. "It seems that your area of expertise will be excruciatingly vital."

"You know that I will say yes," Reina declared. "When do you want me there?"

"As soon as possible." David replied, "Reina, I need to warn you, it seems to be a bad one."

Looking down at Roxy, Reina mumbled, "I will make sure to keep that in mind."

@idkbutspencer @cynbx (message to be added)

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Nightmares . Luke Alvez

Dr Reina Clarington-Harris has a past that she tries to hide from. She cuts her name and wears a fake coat of confidence, trying to stop the nightmares of her past from decaying her.

Luke Alvez has had a change of department within the FBI. He has integrated himself as far into civilian life as he can, though there are still patches of him that remain at war.

However, both of their lives are intertwined from the moments that they stepped back on US soil.  When Reina's past begins to resurface and her lies are discovered, she has to fight for what, and who, she loves.

“I think you need help if you treat your mother how you treat me.”

“You, my wonderful male shirt wearing friend.”

“It suits you better anyway.”

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JJ: I wish you could block people in real life.

Reid: Restraining order.

Prentiss: Murder.

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"What was that?"

"The camera."

"No, the yelling."

"Agent Morgan."

😂 Spence's lack of surprise.

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I have so many requests, but haven’t started any of them. I’m sorry to the people who have been waiting forever.

I promise once I’m settled into college I will get it all up and running again. However, right now I have entrance exams and dance performances coming out of my ears.

Sorry again. I love you all sm.

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That moment when you posted the the wrong account. 😂

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Remembering Avery - Chapter One

In which two broken girls find themselves by exploring each other.

Moving her entire life, one suitcase at a time, midway through the academic year had become a regular occurrence for Lottie Jennings. Her education hadn’t been affected, despite the constant curriculum changes, but the rootless lifestyle had taken its toll on her. However, it seemed that no-one was bothered until her grades slipped.

Dragging herself and her belongings across the country at a moment’s notice was something that she had hated since he had first become aware of the fact that her previous homes would never be revisited. Each time she had to reluctantly board another train, Lottie felt as though she was leaving a section of her soul behind, a fraction of it with every friend whose face would fade away from her memory.

With every cross-country trek, the change had become more drastic and it had taken her more time to adjust. The one upside to this was that, when her life had to be relocated once more, she was not too attached to the city or town she had been inhabiting.

However, for the last six months, Lottie had been living in London. Over this time, she had grown used to the quirks of the city, along with the precautions she had to go through to keep herself safe. Six months was plenty of time for Lottie to adapt to the living conditions and to connect with the people around her. So, Lottie had done just that.

Unfortunately, London was a far cry from Oakton. As Lottie stepped off the train, she was sure that she had stepped into another universe where she had no choice but to be an alien. In London, Lottie was always surrounded by the buzz of life, with business men making phone calls alongside her as she walked to school. Back there, Lottie’s DNA had made her the IT girl of her school. Here, in Oakton Village Station, there wasn’t another person in sight. She was also pretty sure that, here, no-one cared whose daughter she was.

Confusion filled Lottie’s mind as she gazed around her. There was no way that she could fathom an explanation as to how the platform had been names a station. The section of paves stone beneath her feat could not have been wider than one train carriage and went back about five feet. Even though it seemed untouched by the footfall of London stations, the stone was worn and had begun to crumble, most likely due to the elements.

Glancing down at her feet, Lottie groaned as she noticed the dust covering her white canvas shoes. Being in a new place often meant that she grew agitated at the smallest things. That included things as miniscule as dust on her new shoes.

Subconsciously, and in a rather aggressive manner, Lottie tapped her toe on the floor as she took a moment to glance around the platform. Lining the space was around half a dozen flower beds, each perfected and identical. Their uniformity was only highlighted by the state of the antiquated stone floor. Someone had taken a great deal of time to ensure that the age of the village didn’t claim its beauty.

Much to Lottie’s genuine surprise, there was a building to the side of her. It was made of the same weathered stone and looked as though the wind could knock it down without so much of a weather warning being heard on the news Its stone walls were irregular and held no obvious pattern. Yet another difference between Oakton and London. London was geometric and organised, most of the time. Oakton held an obviously rustic urban charm.

Having taken a step towards the building, Lottie could see a familiar car parked beside it. Moments previous, the car had caused an up roar in Oakton. The reflective silver had caught the eyes of the residents due to its unfamiliar aesthetics. Many had cursed how it must have been speeding through the back lanes, none watching as the driver followed all of the highway codes and stayed at a steady pace.

Without so much of a thought the woman had parked her car and exited the driver’s door. The slender woman then proceeded to lean against the hood of the car, her mobile phone in hand and sunglasses perched effortlessly on her head.

Shaking her head at the woman’s infatuation with whatever was on her phone, Lottie let a soft chuckle dance across her pursed lips. This action, however, did not make its way into the world as a noise. It was merely a relaxation of her face and her eyes. Lottie had never audibly chuckled.

After a moment of amusement in the fact that the blonde had so commonly made comments about how teenagers were too obsessed with their phone, yet hadn’t noticed her stood in front of her, Lottie let an obviously annoyed cough leave her mouth. Looking up, the blonde’s lips pulled into a smile as she noticed her sister.

Jennifer Jennings, although related by blood to Lottie, did not look at all like her. While both siblings were typically attractive, with slender frames, tamed hair and clear skin, they had obvious differences that causes shock when people discovered the relation. This was also true of their personalities, but neither was the kind of person they stereotypically looked like.

Curves in her stature had lead to one of Jenna’s most useful features; highlighted assets. For as long as she could remember she had been taught to play to her strengths, choose clothes that flaunted parts of her that were appealing, but Jenna had never been the kind of person to wear anything revealing. However, with a model’s body and a matching golden tan, Jenna could pull of any item of clothing and still look like a goddess.

Leaning against the car, Jenna looked as though she belonged on a calendar. In fact, many times she had been scouted for modelling jobs that she would automatically turn down. She hated the idea of someone looking at her as perfect and then turning to themselves and feeling only hatred.

With the stereotypical appearance of an All-American mean girl, combined with the English’s love for films, Jenna was often treated as she appeared. However, her appearance could not have been less symbolic of her nature.

Jenna had always used her family’s wealth to help others, trying her hardest to steer clear of the drama that often came with money in private secondary schools. Unlike many others in her position, Jenna didn’t flaunter her wealth with designer bags and hoes, nor did she take it upon herself to rule the school. All Jenna wanted was to get through school and then get her degree, she did just that.

On the other hand, Lottie was proof the you cannot judge a book by it’s cover. Everywhere she had been since starting at secondary school, Lottie had used her father’s social stance to make her way to the top of the it crowd, not caring who she stood on to get there. Yet, she had a girl-next-door appearance.

Supporting a head of copper curls and a pair of oversized glasses, Lottie did not look like the stereotype she belonged to. There was no denying that she was attractive, but in a way that contrasted her sister. Lottie held an air of innocence and intelligence, something she had only ever seen as a weakness.

Her face had become painted with a mask of make-up, her livelihood made up of a series of straight lines. Straight lines had become a way of life for Lottie, her steps becoming the lines in which other girls walked in.

Despite their obvious differences, along with the fact that Jenna was six year older, and only Lottie’s half-sister, the duo had always been the closest members of their dysfunctional family. Lottie didn’t know why, but Jenna had always treated her differently to the rest of her family. She had never been quick to judge, yet she had always been the first to push her in the right direction.

Raising her brow in curiosity, Lottie inwardly groaned at the apologetic look she got back. Many last-minutes moves had caused Jenna’s face to contort in a way that was identical to that moment. The majority of those times Lottie had hated the place she was compelled to call home, and the woman that had dragged her there.

“Not again.” Lottie muttered, once again tapping her toe against the floor to return her shoe to its usual colour.

Jenna stepped towards the boot of her car, pulling it open for Lottie’s case, as she said, “Don’t be too upset, I only give it three months before he kicks her to the curb. And that is being generous.”

Visibly crossing her fingers, Lottie sent a smile across her lips as she walked towards her sister, pulling her suitcase behind her. Jenna had never been wrong about how long their father’s newest partner would last, though Lottie had often wished she was. It seemed as though every time she liked the woman, her father would change his mind quickly.

The only problem was, Lottie and Jenna were the to meet the latest notch in their father’s belt. All they knew was what Jenna had found on her Facebook page and observed in their new home. Neither girls had even considered the fact that social media accounts could be sculpted to look a certain way. They were not a reliable source of intel.

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Remembering Avery - Prologue

In which two broken girls find themselves by exploring each other.

At midnight, most people had gone home to their families. In fact, barely anyone had been in their office for the last five hours. However, one person was burning the midnight oil on the dark night in December. Having placed the picture of her family face down, she worked through the guilt. Using this as the motivation to finish quicker, she tried to push ahead.

She had a deadline. That deadline was approaching far too quickly. Usually, she would have been done by now. She would have been ready to go home to her family and tuck her children into bed, but this was proving to be harder than she ever could have imagined.

Charlotte Graves had become a household name over the few years she had been writing. For as long as she had been published, her books had hit the hearts and minds of her readers. She had always written the truth.

Her entire life, she had been searching for something that gave her life meaning. When she started writing, she knew she had found it. From that moment writing had been her way of coping. From her nomadic childhood to her battles with grief, she had written to find and understand herself.

Over the years, she had received countless letters from fans who claim that her books had helped them. Along with those were letters from parents who claimed that she had become their child’s hero and inspiration. That was the most rewarding thing she could imagine. Writing was her calling and she was never going to give that up. Not so long as her books were helping people.

However, writing was not only Charlotte’s calling in life, but the hobby that brought with it a disastrous side effect. Her unearthly headaches. So, as the night rolled in, causing her office to become lit only by the gentle glow of her desk lamp, Charlotte’s head was filled with the dull ache she knew so well.

Pulling her glasses off, Charlotte groaned as she rubbed her temples. Following her mind had never been that hard before. Writing had never been that hard. This time was different. This book was her story.

Though her life had been scrawled across the news headline countless times, this part of it had always remained hers. This story was her self-discovery. Throughout the pages and metaphors, she had shed tears for the memories she had neglected as she grew older.

Flicking through the transcript and her detailed plan, Charlotte knew that she couldn’t give up with this novel. She owed it to everyone to write the truth once more. Most importantly, she owed it to herself.

Unfortunately, this book had meant that she had to remember everything. Remembering was hard, no matter how fond the majority of the memories were. Writing them down didn’t change the most painful fact; they were only memories.

People who had played such an important part in her life had become ghosts to her. The only thing that was keeping them alive were her memories and she was neglecting them. She was shocked and distraught when she realised that she couldn’t entirely remember the years she had spent in Oakton. Those moment that she could remember, she was sure had been tainted by her bias.

What hurt the most was realising that, forever, she would have to settle for remembering Avery.

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Jennifer Jareau - Criminal Minds