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NIGHTMARES . luke alvez . 2
Her fears included the possible, not the probable. | He wasnāt sure she wanted to be alone anymore.
Alethea's eyes fluttered open, instantly narrowing as a sharp ray of light temporarily blinded her. It worked as a knife, slicing at the blanket of darkness that had moments before been wrapped around her consciousness. That blanket had then been left frayed, the strands obscuring the view of her surroundings. However, Alethea didn't mind.; she felt more than safe where she led. In fact, the woman had turned to her side in search of the warmth of the man who had slept in what was now empty space.
Reaching out, Alethea found that the dip in the mattress was still present and the crumpled sheet was still radiating his body heat. Thought it wasn't unusual for the man to wake before her ā him having taken more to the strict regimen of his service that she had ā it was uncommon for him to leave her before she had woken. On most normal occurrences, she would wake to see him scrolling through his phone as she remained curled into his side. So, to be greeted with an empty space, caused Alethea some confusion.
Pushing herself onto her elbows, she let out a small yawn and scanned the room, having heard slightly movement that she assumed was Luke. Her head was still stinging for the light that had awoken her, and her vison was still not as clear as it normally would have been, but she could see his general figure closing the door of the wardrobe. Having seen the man, her regular smile made it's way to her face.
It was at that point that Luke had noticed her, the sound of her yawn having pulled his attention towards her. He returned her soft smile, crossing the room ā still pulling his shirt over his arm ā he took a seat beside her, "I got called in early."
"That's a shame," Alethea hummed, smiling as his lips pressed against her own, "you'll let me know you're safe though, won't you?"
Pushing her hair away from her face, Luke nodded, watching as she clenched her lip between her teeth, "I wouldn't dream of doing anything else." Once again he placed his lips to us, letting the kiss linger for longer than the last one. "I'll make it up to you, I promise."
She nodded at him, knowing that he did not understand the commitment that he had just made. They both consistently told themselves that this was the last time, that they wouldn't return to the arms of the other again. Yet, both had become addicted to the taste of the other skin, and the way they fit so perfectly together. That was why Alethea kept waking up in Luke's bed, and he kept leaving things at her apartment. They made excuses, saying that this was the closest either would get to a relationship and to commitment. Though, as every year passed, they got closer to telling the truth; they got closer but they were yet to cross the finish line.
Had it have been any other people, then the pair would have probably already been celebrating years of being together. However, they had both seen warzones and returned to jobs that showed them just what could happen to the people they loved. For that reason, they had remained locked in the complicated and reoccurring situation, never letting the other close enough to lose them.
Alethea rested her hand on Luke's knee, whispering, "Just promise me that you'll stay safe."
"Okay," he pulled away from the woman, collecting his weapon from the gun safe ā which was tucked under the bed. He pressed his lips to hers once more before he crossed the room towards the door, turning back to ask, "Is there any chance you could feed Roxy before you go?"
"Sure," She replied. "Now, go before you're late. They won't find the fugitives without you."
Had she have been able to see Luke's face, she would have been quick to detect the guilt that had been written across his features. However, he had already walked out of the room when she had called out to him. The man reassured himself that he wasn't lying, he just didn't correct her when she mentioned his work. Perhaps that was yet another sign that they shouldn't progress their connection. However, he knew that he had to tell her the truth sooner, the woman being the closest person to him and the main person that Peter Lewis could use against him. Yet, as with every time, he didn't correct her, he simply left her with an incomplete understanding of the danger he could put her in.
Having heard the front door slam, let out a large sigh and pushed her hair away from her face. The situation she lived in was less than desirable, but with everyone she had loved and lost she didn't want to add anyone else to the list. Her closet was bolted shut at an attempt to stop anyone from seeing her skeletons, even Luke. Had he have known what she was hiding, he would never look at her the same again.
Before she could move, Roxy had entered the room and jumped to the bed. Alethea ruffled her fur as she mumbled, "Looks like it's just you and me this morning, girl."
The dog whined as she nuzzled Alethea's face, causing the woman to smile uncontrollably. The simple happiness of having Roxy so comfortable with her, made the woman think about the last few years. When she had met Luke, Roxy was still a puppy, and in a way she was still an overgrown puppy. The man had been struggling to adapt to civilian life, and she was still having nightmares about what she had seen when she was deployed. Together, they had found ways to become comfortable with their lives. And they had continued to help other service leavers to find the relative peace they had.
Before she delve any further into her memory, Alethea's phone buzzed beside her. Having glanced at the user ID, she became slightly lighter at the thought of the man at the other end of the call, "What brings you to the phone at this time?"
Roxy had placed curled up beside Alethea, laying her head on her lap, as the woman heard a sigh from the caller, "How much work do you have at the moment?"
"Not so much that it can't be covered," she answered. "Why?"
"We have a case that Emily would like for you to help us on." David declared, the woman growing slightly confused by the mention of Emily ā who she had been sure was working for Interpol in London. "It seems that your areas of expertise will be incredibly helpful."
Alethea looked down at the dog in her lap, knowing that she would have to let Luke know that she had been called away so that he could find someone else to walk Roxy while they were both away, "You know that I will say yes, but when do you want me there?"
"As soon as possible." David replied. "Thea, I need to warn you, this seems to be a bad one."
She took a moment, knowing that the man was only trying to protect her, "I will make sure to keep that in mind."
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Dating Hotch would include...
- Him being protective, like overly protective. - Him always texting you when heās away on a case. - Him introducing you to Jack. - You and Jack hitting it off. - Having to say goodbye to Jack. - Jack saying āSheās cool, can we see her again? - You and Hotch agreeing. - Leads to you watching Jack when Hotch has to stay late. - None of you mind though, you and Jack just watch shows and build forts. - Hotch coming home from a case and sees your feet sticking out the bottom, he grabs and pulls them. - Jack trying to save you but heās giggling too much since Hotch is talking in a āmonsters voice.ā
This is the first one so I didnāt know if anyone wanted to be tagged. Send them in, Iām trying to get back to writing but I have my graded unit for college to do :( but this is light and simple and no problem to do <3
I wonder, if they'd fired Lola, would we have hated Emily like we hate Seaver?
Number One: We could never hate Emily, the woman is everything.
Number Two: Seaver had such potential and - personally - I love her! We were simply robbed by the writers again!
I liked Seaver too, it was just a shame that they couldnāt let her be her own character!
Yessss! Let her develope as a person as she grows close to the team. Build on the fact that David is protect of her, maybe have a moment where she calls him out for being suffocating. Make a big deal out of her past!
Just donāt do all of that by making her bring up her dad every episode. It was kinda like that was all she ever spoke about.
NIGHTMARES . luke alvez. 1
Her fears included the possible, not the probable. | He wasnāt sure he wanted to be alone anymore.
Emily watched as David crossed the bullpen, scanning through the file on her desk once more; she more than aware that she couldn't risk asking him unless it was imperative to the case. While there were still elements of the case that she and the team could decipher on their own, she knew that inviting a pair of specialised eyes would be their best bet for solving the case quickly. There had to be significance to the smaller details, and having someone who could see those smaller details would be particularly helpful for the team. That was why she was going to ask him. That was her justification.
There had been a series of favours between old friends since Emily had been made the interim Unit Chief, many centring around the adaptation she was facing on returning to the Bureau from Interpol. Yet, none of those favours had been as heavy as the one she was ready to ask. There had been times when Hotch had asked him, she knew that, but that didn't make her feel any less like she was taking advantage of their friendship.
Whenever they had asked him before, David had been reluctant to call the woman. Emily knew that, but she also knew that when it had been proved necessary he had brought her in. Now, she had to ask him to invite her to liaise on yet another case, potentially putting her in danger. He hated putting her in danger, it went against his promise to protect her. That was why, despite the woman being perfectly happy to help them team, he hated to ask it of her.
Emily's expression as David walked through the door told the senior agent everything. She watched as his eyes travelled towards the casefile ā which Emily had left open on the desk ā and his gaze lingered on the crime scene photos for as long as he dared. These were the tell-tale signs that he was correct in his assumptions, they would require specific help for his case. He took the seat opposite her, reading the report that she had slid across the desk. It was minimal to say the least, and they would be at a disadvantage if they only had this to work from. He knew that he needed to call her, but there was also still an internal battle raging through his head.
"The dismemberment and ante-mortem torture could be a huge part of the M.O." Emily leaned forwards, pointing to the images of circular marks on the bones. "She may be our best shot Rossi, I wouldn't be asking you otherwise."
David closed the file, leaning back in the chair as he let a sigh leave his lips, "I know."
The Unit Chief nodded, knowing that the man wanted to tell her no and protect the woman he still saw as a young girl cowering in the corner of her room. Emily understood that, and she also understood where his caution was coming from. She may not have been a mother, but she knew what a parents instinct did to a person. It controlled every decision they made, and David had it not only with Joy but with Alethea as well.
That was part of the reason that Emily dreaded her next question, she knew that it could tear apart the relationship, "I was thinking that, maybe, she could be an asset to the team."
"No." David snapped without hesitation. "That isn't going to happen."
"Please don't dismiss it so quickly," Emily retorted, her head shaking slightly as she glanced to him. "She's a great agent and has all of the qualifications she needs. This team works well with her, it would be better than introducing them to yet another stranger."
"I promised I would keep her safe," David countered, having pulled his gaze from Emily. "Her joining the team isn't keeping that promise."
"She can look after herself, Dave." The woman declared, earning herself an accusing glare from him. She let out a sigh, nodding as she added, "Can we just get her in from this case and then discuss this further later?"
Nodding his head, David stood to leave the office and move to his own. He understood everything that Emily way saying to him, he just didn't want to hear it. Being as suborn as he was, he would always try to protect Alethea ā even when she had told him it was completely unnecessary. That was why had hadn't wanted to agree with Emily as she suggested she join the team, not that he thought it wouldn't be beneficial to the team.
He had his hand on the door, ready to exit, but Emily had called him back, "Do you know why Alvez wouldn't be answering his phone?"
"I don't know," David stated, turning away before realising, "but, he still goes to ex-military meetings though, works as a support leader, and, given the date, there would have been one last night."
Emily looked confused for a moment, "Okay." She paused. "Let me know when you've made the call, and we can start the briefing."
He nodded, turning his back on the woman and making his way towards his own office. As he entered, he took his seat, smiling at the photo of him and the woman that he and Emily had been previously discussing. She was wearing her military uniform, she had just gotten back from her last tour and he had collected her from the airport. Her service had caused a rift in their relationship, but no matter what David thought he would always be proud of the woman.
In the next few seconds, he whispered an apology to the photo, knowing that if he were to apologise to her she would simply tell him not to bother. She didn't entirely understand how much he wanted to protect her, he hadn't been so until she contacted him to thank him after she had turned 16. He let out a breath, picking his phone and dialling the number he had such mixed feelings towards calling.
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I wonder, if they'd fired Lola, would we have hated Emily like we hate Seaver?
Number One: We could never hate Emily, the woman is everything.
Number Two: Seaver had such potential and - personally - I love her! We were simply robbed by the writers again!
someone commented this under one of my posts on instagram and i donāt wanna be mean because sheās literally 13 but like... no taste.
Okay, but that woman needed to be supported, not shunned.