i think he died for me.

ind. private. emily prentiss of criminal minds. by seashell.

[bauresurrected]

rules. verses. headcanons. by seashell. 

[lovehoned]

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[bauresurrected]

hello

[bauresurrected]

can't stop saying 'should we all try to live inside a giant peach or is that weird'

[obsolescencia]

[tacticalempathy]

OPEN STARTER

❝ I just - talked to him like I was his mother. Most men want the approval of their mother ❞

[bauresurrected]

"i-" a pinched look. "you're not wrong, it's just always awful to hear it laid out like that." a further look over the girl. "ever considered the behavioral analysis unit?"

[agnoia-moved]

if given the choice everyone would hurt me.

at the end of the day i am a good target.

[bauresurrected]

play along or sergio goes to jail. / from jj

a gasp, a hand to her chest. "you wouldn't. he's an innocent, jayje." she puts her hands out for the cat she all but shares custody of with garcia. "give him to me."

[bauresurrected]

“is that a cut on your hand?”

emily looks down, a furrow in her brow, and turns over her hand to look at it. "ah," she says, a twitch of her lips downwards. she hadn't felt it when it happened, and none of the team had noticed or surely they'd have at least put her in the back of one of the ambulances for a few minutes.

"it must've happened earlier," she says. at the same time, she's got up and moved across the room to grab the first aid kit from the cabinet. "one of the suspects -" a little smile, then a shake of her head. there'd been a fight at the end of this one, but they'd got the boy he'd taken home safe. that's all that really matters to her.

"it's not that bad," she says, "or i would've noticed earlier."

[agnoia-moved]

" it wasn’t anything special. just a movie. " nikki shrugged off @bauresurrected’s question a little too quickly, focusing instead on the tea that she was fixing herself in the kitchenette. she hadn’t come back to the hotel last night, and had been caught in the same clothes as yesterday coming back in early in the morning-

[bauresurrected]

"did the movie theater sell the exact same clothes that you were wearing last night at the debrief? because that," she waves her finger accusatorially at nikki, "is a very familiar outfit."

[bauresurrected]

wedding done and on my way to my house tomorrow.

[bauresurrected]

tire , exhaust in fact.

( my mom's wedding was beautiful; i got to see people i've ever never met but heard a lot about and my brother did a wonderful job as the officiant and apparently my speech was good and i got to see my friends, bc i got to invite them to my mom's wedding, and it was all very lovely but also i refuse to ever have a thought or emotion again, or at least until tomorrow morning, when i am going out with my friends.

it's also the first time i haven't ... worn a mask in four years. but i was part of the wedding party, so i couldn't, and then after it had already been an hour of me not wearing it, adn it was food time, so it just ... was never a time where i could really put it on. there was maybe a collective hour i could've worn it, and then what would've been the point bc i would've been exposed the rest of the time, you know?

idk. i hate that i didn't get to wear it, and i hope i come out the other side fine. i know most of the world isn't wearing masks anymore, but i still am. )

[bauresurrected]

sticks my leg onto the dash. my mom's wedding is this weekend !!! so i won't be on much except maybe to say hello at night. i promise when i come back i'll be around more both here, on donna, and on my multi. okay, love you guys and bye!

[bauresurrected]

now for a limited time only, tonight: me

[bauresurrected]

sticks my leg onto the dash. my mom's wedding is this weekend !!! so i won't be on much except maybe to say hello at night. i promise when i come back i'll be around more both here, on donna, and on my multi. okay, love you guys and bye!

[careol]

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state of grace

               she   walks   down   the   length   of   the   plane   until   she   stops   by   emily.      she   doesn’t   wait   for   an   invitation,   simply   plops   herself   into   the   seat   next   to   her.      they   are   off   once   again,   and   lately   it’s   been   feeling   like   this   plane   is   their   home.      days   off   are   generally   pretty   rare   to   begin   with,   but   to   have   gone   this   long   without   one?      everyone   is   on   edge,   she   can   tell   because   she’s   on   edge   too.      ❝   it’s   been   two   weeks   without   a   day   off.   ❞      carol   finally   speaks,   fingers   tapping   against   the   small   tabletop.

[bauresurrected]

"hello to you too." she puts down the book she'd been reading face down on the table in front of her. the spine bends, but it's been a very long time since she was worried about something like bending the pages of a book's spine.

"i think they're legally required to call in the b team after another week," she says, fiddling with a thumbnail. "i'm surprised they haven't already. i think they're just hoping the serial killers decide to take a week off."

[bauresurrected]

"that doesn't sound as optimistic as you think it does," she grunts. her nose itches, and she does not have the energy to lift her hand and scratch at it. she fidgets instead, curls and uncurls her toes, wishes she'd brought her worry stone into the field. she wishes a lot of today had gone differently. "mostly, it says something about UNIT."

she sighs. it says something about UNIT and what happens here, and mostly she cannot stop thinking about how she's gone from a team with high chances of death to - well. a team with high chances of death.

is it better or worse to be killed by a human versus an alien? she'll get back to you on that.

an eyebrow raises, and she almost cracks a smile.

"honestly, i didn't realize cleaning it off came with the service."

[stormlit]

❝ yeah, well... ❞ it does say something about UNIT, and for a moment georgie opens her mouth to say more — about how she is tired of being kidnapped or hurt, how she has given so much to this place and still they have no regard for her safety, how badly she wants to protect everyone while realising that she is one woman alone, and no matter how many times she disregards orders (and her own safety) to run into danger, she's still going to have to watch people die — but then she remembers that prentiss doesn't really know her, isn't her friend, and massively outranks her, and she closes it again with a weary sigh. ❝ no different in the states, then, huh? ❞

of course not. alien shit is alien shit.

at least georgie is good at one thing: pushing it all down behind a smile. ❝ you've got the all-inclusive package here, boss. bullet cleaning, friendly conversation, i'll even throw in some sutures for free. ❞

[bauresurrected]

"no," she says. "no, not really."

it's not all too different in america, save for that when the aliens are trying to blend in with humankind, they put on american accents. most of the time.

"i was dealing with serial killers and the like in america before i was ever dealing with the extraterrestrial," emily says, with a grimace. "at least here, there's not always someone out for blood." that gets a pointed look.

"can't just take out a bullet and let me bleed out in the field, can you?"

[agnoia-moved]

❝ if i ask for your help are you gonna make a big deal out of it? ❞

" what’s going on? " usual quips were put on hold, a bit of worry for @bauresurrected tinging her voice instead. " you don’t usually ask.. so tell me what’s up. i won’t make a big deal. "

[bauresurrected]

she wishes she hadn't asked at all. maybe she shouldn't have. she should have gone and fixed the situation herself - despite the way her hands are shaking, and how pale she is, and a little green around the gills.

nikki wasn't here in 2011. it's a bonus, and a drawback. she wouldn't have to explain herself to JJ, or penny. but they'd know. they'd know, and they'd worry, and even though she has to explain herself to nikki, it's different.

"one of the desk agents covered their desk in four leaf clovers for st. patrick's day. i don't care about the rest of the decorations. just - the four leaf clovers. i need them gone."