A dead marine is washed up on a Hawai'ian beach and very soon everything points to murder, drugs and a joint case for the FBI and NCIS. Lucy and Kate are still broken up, in fact they haven't spoken in months and Lucy would be happy to maintain that status quo. Whistler on the other hand is trying to make amends but going undercover with her ex is not how she wanted to achieve that. Is there still a chance for them? Or will this mission destroy everything?
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If anyone is interested, there's a teaser under the cut of what is about to come. Happy reading!
Lucy always knew that one day water would be the death of her. Sheād sink down into the depths, deep, deep down into the crushing darkness, all by herself. Abandoned by blood and found family and anyone she ever loved. Lucy always knew that one day water would be her final resting place, at last succeeding in stealing her away from the land, after a lifelong battle. And this ā this is a watery grave if she ever saw one. It must be. Itās all around her, in the air, her mouth, her bones.
Beyond that simple understanding, she canāt quite remember where she is. Why she is here. Surrounded by water. Drenched in it. Filled with it in her lungs, in her nose, and her mouth, breathing salt instead of oxygen. A jerk goes through her. Her eyes fly open. She heaves. Coughs everything up ā a foamy mixture of saltwater and saliva that burns and burns and burns.
What remains after the burning fades is a dull pounding in her head that makes it hard to think and a throbbing pain in her side that makes it hard to be anything at all. She feels like someone reached into her, piercing her flesh to rummage through her organs and leaving a right mess on the way out. Whoever did that carved a piece out of her and replaced it with fire.
But with the pain comes clarity accompanied by the ability to regain control over her body. Or some at least. Her eyelids flutter briefly, her feet kick aimlessly at the water around her, she flexes her hands and pushes them under her chest. The first attempt fails miserably, her wrists snap and she goes down like ninepins, face-first smack back into the water. Itās the shock of inhaling another mouthful of ocean that allows her to finally push up on her elbows, sand grating at the sensitive skin on her arms and she vomits right between her hands. It hurts, everything hurts from the tips of her hair to her little toe ā existence is pain.
But with the pain comes clarity. Her memories sharpen into something recognizable and Lucy remembers.
The explosion. The knife. Barrera.
Kate.
Oh God, Kate. She was there and now sheās not and that grips Lucy with enough panic to rise on all fours. She must blink a couple of times until her eyes can adjust to the light, no matter that itās so soft, as if itās painted, filling the cavernous tunnel sheās in with golden dust like she could reach out and weave her fingers through it.
Where the rays fall on the water's surface, they glitter and shimmer like fallen stars, bright and beautiful and hurting Lucyās eyes. She shifts her gaze beyond the confines of the cave and the sandbanks to find the sky painted in pastel shades of purple, pink, and indigo by the rising sun.
i love the linguistic trend of expressing something difficult to describe by just not including an adjective where there usually would be one. āi had a day today,ā or āheās definitely one of the characters of all time.ā
itās like i canāt describe this so i just wonāt. you get it tho.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/3
Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Jennifer āJJā Jareau/Emily Prentiss
Characters: Jennifer āJJā Jareau, Henry LaMontagne, Michael LaMontagne, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss
Additional Tags: the rest of the bau will be there too but cba to tag, Season/Series 19, Fix-It of Sorts, Grief/Mourning, Jennifer āJJā Jareau Needs a Hug, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Tebecca wedding, Mutual Pining, Implied comphet
Summary:
āDid you and Emily have a fight?ā
JJ meets his eyes in the mirror, sees how exhausted he looks, but that thereās no malice there, just genuine curiosity. His mind working overtime, the way it always does. The way hers does.
āNo, of course not,ā she says, and whilst itās true, it feels like a lie all the same, āwhy would you ask me that?ā
Or, the world is caving in and the only person JJ wants, she canāt have
absolutely love abusing the power that comes with 3rd person limited pov and just ignoring things and being vague sometimes. does the character know all the details? no? then I don't have to either.
I watched all of criminal minds for the first time and promptly became obsessed
JJ AND EMILY ARE CANON TO ME it's real to me
I love gay people ty to all my queer friends and especially the ones who got me too watch criminal minds and the ones who listened to my screaming about it
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