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[andersonsland]

HAPPY HOLIDAYS/NEW YEAR/6TH OF JAN, BRIDGET!

Technology was being a bitch and I didn't get notified that I'm your Secret Santa. So this is a super (suuuuper) late SS gift for you. I'm sorry and I love you!

[spoonielivingfree]

CM Secret Santa

“Jennifer Jareau I would like to see you in my office immediately.” The section chief Erin Strauss said sternly, only slightly within JJ’s office.

“Uh… ok Maam” JJ responded, unsure of why Strauss wanted to talk to her at 9am on a Tuesday morning. Normally she had warnings of meeting with the section chief, clearly not this time.

Following her into the office she sat herself down on the chair opposite the desk, growing quite anxious but showing herself has calm and collected. What on earth could this sudden meeting be about?

“It has been drawn to my attention that you are seeing another employee here at the Beauro, Agent Prentiss.”

So this is what the meeting was about, panic was running through her now although still appearing calm and collected. JJ was sure Garcia was the only other person to know about her relationship with Prentiss, clearly not.

“Maam…” JJ started before being cut off by Strauss.

“Agent Jareau, I have reason to believe that there is inappropriate relations going on between you and Agent Prentiss and you and her both know very well that dating fellow beauro employees is against the rules. Now if I show any signs of you and Agent Prentiss being in a relationship from now on you will both me removed from the BAU. Make sure Agent Prentiss knows too.” Strauss warned sternly before ending the meeting.

JJ left the office and went down into the bullpen. Looking across to Emily’s desk, fortunate of the fact that she was there. Glancing a look over to her so not to bring attention to them it told Emily that she needed to meet JJ in the restroom immediately.

“Jayjay What’s up?” Emily asked, slightly concerned as it was rare that JJ wanted to talk to Emily privately at work.

“Uh. Strauss knows about us and we can’t be together anymore if we want to stay in the BAU.”  JJ said, trying to hold it together but she was cloe to tears. She didn’t know what she’d do without Emily.

“Jayje!” Emily exclaimed. “We can still be together, I love my job but the one thing I love more than it is you, don’t let her get to you.” She explained, giving her a warm, comforting hug.

JJ started crying, only slightly. “Emily, thankyou. I love you too.” She replied through tears, hugging her back. “I would feel so bad if you lost your job because of me though.”

“Don’t worry about it, I would feel bad if you lost your job because of me.2 Emily responded, pausing for a second. “Look lets just not have sex in your office again, with Strauss on our back we just need to be a little more carful.”

“Ok Emily,” JJ agreed, tears stopping. “I’ll always be there for you.” “I’ll always be there for you too.” 

[littleoldmonster]

CM SECRET SANTA!!

THIS IS FOR YOU LILI JULIET

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Let me get you out of your head

  The case had been the worst they had had in months… They failed to save the life of the boys and of the unsub. This unsub was just like Reid, the resemblance was uncanny their lives were the same.

They were flying back home and silence was the only thing they could maintain.

Well… That and the worried glances they directed to their youngest one. Every single person in that plane knew that this would be a danger night for the lanky genius. They all knew but only Morgan would be able to do something and would be accepted near the boy at that moment. No amount of mother henning would be allowed.

Reid was sitting alone in the farthest corner, away from the team. Eyes closed, forehead draw as in pain of a migraine. Several feelings like anger, sadness, failure and desperation could be seen in his expressive face.

Knowing that he was the only one able to reach the young men when he was like this, Morgan saw his opportunity, got up and went to sit next to his troubled boyfriend.

‘Hey there Pretty Boy.’ The older man announced himself before sitting, in order not to scare de other agent, but the response he received was an empty silence. Very carefully, he sat beside Reid and put an arm around his shoulders. The flinching was so strong that it was visible for the others agents on the front of the plane. However, Morgan did not move a muscle to remove his arm; instead, he closed the embrace holding his boy tightly. He kept holding until the brunet stopped shaking and floundering his arms to release himself. The whole situation was volatile… The team could feel all that pain flowing their direction and could not do a thing about it.

For a couple of very tense moments everyone could hear the broken sobs coming from their youngest throat and the small whispers from his partner voice saying small words full of love and comprehension. After the genius fell asleep from exhaustion and pain, Derek turned to his teammates and exchanged several whispers until the plane sat on the ground.

Without awaking Spencer, the older man carried him to the car and drove to their home.

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  Spencer awoke with a lighter feel to his shoulder; all that crying did him a hell of good. He stretched looking for the familiar feel of Morgan’s heat and found the other side of the bad empty and cold. He turned looking for the clock, saw that it was late past midnight, and wondered confused of were his lover could be.

Gathering courage, he got up and got dressed in one of his boyfriend’s sweatpants overlooking a shirt for the moment. With small silent steps, he approached the hallway walking slowly towards the living room. His eyes turned down and he noticed the lively colorful flower petals under his bare feet. His sleepy eyes doubled in size.

When he reached the room, his attention was on level max and his chin fell to the ground. He could not believe his own eyes. He blinked few times until he saw the darker man leaning in the doorframe of the kitchen watching him with a huge grin on his face.

The brunet was speechless. In front of him, the living room was all lit by candle light, colorful petals covered the floor. The smell coming from the kitchen was perfect; the genius could feel all of his favorites. In the TV set, he recognized the paused introduction of his favorite movie. In front of the couch in the coffee table, there were two wine glasses and a decanter with what he knew it would be his favorite wine.

‘Pretty Boy you are drooling…’ Morgan mocked.

‘D-De-Derek…’ Spencer stuttered his surprise. ‘D-Did you do all of this?’

‘Who else could have done it baby?’ he answered sarcastically.

‘Uow! But how? When? Why…’ the brunet questioned still lost for words.

‘Garcia.’

‘Garcia?’

‘Yes. After you fell asleep in the plane, I requested her and the team’s help. We put it together while you slept. Everybody just left a couple minutes ago… They were all terribly worried about you. How are you felling?’

‘Better… I feel lighter. However, I cannot seem to keep it out oh my mind… It hurts so bad Derek.’ He grimaced.

‘I know Baby Boy.’ With those words, Morgan moved toward the younger man and grabbed his waist pulling him closer. ‘That’s why I did this.’ He said pointing to the space around them. ‘Let me get you out of your head. Let me make you think only of how much I love you.’

Reid wasted no more time. With a hard pull of his hand in Derek’s neck, they were kissing. The kiss reached deep into their groins. All heat, want, and need. The long expected heat of Morgan’s body was right there all around his slim frame. All of the older one’s want for the genius was exposed for the world to see. All of Spencer’s need to be able to erase part of his memory was being rubbed against his lover chest.

Derek knew exactly what the brunet needed to be able to forget. He needed to feel the love spilling from the darker man, he needed the heat, and he needed the whiteness brought on by the most intense orgasm.

Making good use of the doctor’s distraction, Morgan dragged the lanky man towards a bed made of blankets that the younger man still had not noticed. He pushed him to comfortable mount and went to whisper in his ear. ‘By the way Pretty Boy have I ever told you how much I love when you wear my clothes?’

‘I love to feel your smell all around me.’ The brunet confessed blushing, completely honest like he always was when he was with the other man; the words coming out of his mouth brought a growling sound from Morgan. With a hunger not seen before he bit Spencer in between his neck and shoulder making the thinner man moan from the mix of pleasure and pain…

The heat of their lovemaking could be felt from miles away. The noise uttered from their throats shook the earth around then. That was a night of epic proportions.

Throughout the night, they ate, drank and made love to each other erasing at least for a few hours the terrible images engrained in Spencer’s mind. That night the only thing in his head was Derek.

[doctoreids]

Merry Christmas, Avia! Here's the qualities of a Libra seen in Spencer Reid

[0laura0]

This is my present  for gandalfexmachina!

Donnie: I hope you have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!

From Your Secret Santa :D

[myquantumtheory]

Happy holidays, crimnatic!

I hope you have a great time, and I hope you enjoy your gift.  They're kind of a BROTP of mine but I really wanted to give you fic, I hope I did an okay job!  I'm going to hide it under the Read More.

Love, Santa xx

The year she returns to the BAU, she tries with all her might to keep her voice light when she asks him what he’s doing for Christmas.  He looks surprised, but to her immense relief he doesn’t just turn his chair away like he did a few times in her first couple of weeks.

“I’m seeing my mother,” he says, trying for a smile.  “She’s going through um – kind of a tough time…”

“Oh,” Emily says softly.  “I’m sorry.”

“Her doctor has warned me she probably won’t…”

He trails off, frowning, and starts fidgeting with the strap of his watch.  Emily nods slowly, her resolve strengthening even as her heart starts pounding in her throat.  “Well, I’m free,” she says, voice as light as she can get it.  “If you want company after you see her, or…”

He fastens the watch one last time and brings his eyes up to hers.  “You don’t – you don’t have any plans?”

She shrugs.  Her mother is overseas, not that they enjoy each other’s company during the holidays anyway.  And she never did get around to reaching out to her after Paris…  “I’ll find some if you want to be alone, but -”

“No,” he says quickly.  “No, I’d like you to come.”

It’s something they had done once or twice before Doyle’s escape – she doesn’t exactly hate Vegas, and every time they were alone together she found more and more reasons to love being around him.  And then more and more reasons to love him.  It crept up on her, and just as he was starting to show some signs he felt the same way…

Nothing lasts forever, she’s been telling herself when she sees his eyes fill with hurt and distrust every time he looks at her.  But they’re different now, wide and hopeful, and her eyes dart to his lips and she has to look away before she does something ridiculous.

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While he visits his mother, she checks into the hotel and sets about making their twin room festive with tinsel and a wreath unpacked from the depths of the suitcase he must have realised was too big for a two day trip.  Then she digs a book out of her bag and settles on her bed and starts reading.  Or tries to – she’s read the same sentence ten times without taking in any of the meaning by the time she gives in to tiredness and closes her eyes.

Her dreams are fuzzy and indistinct, soft blue eyes and harsh words, pain and fear and love, and when the knock on the door wakes her she’s still lost in that world.  Her heart starts pounding hard against her ribcage and her throat constricts – she’s got her hand on her gun and her eye to the peephole before she fully registers that she’s off the bed.  “Reid,” she mutters as she swings the door open for him and stands back to let him in, taking slow breaths and forcing a smile.  “Hey.”

He smiles back, just as tight, but it transforms when he looks around the room.  “You decorated,” he says, his eyes sparkling.

“I did,” she confirms, squeezing his arm.  She gives him a minute, letting him shrug out of his jacket and kick off his shoes and sit down on the edge of his bed before asking.  “How’d it go?”

He shrugs, frowning down at his knees.  “About how I expected.  They’re experimenting with a new medication regimen, she’s been experiencing some side effects, and um…”  He shrugs again.  “I think she knew I was there,” he adds, his voice small.

Emily sighs as she sits down beside him, trying to covertly slide her gun into the waistband of her pants without him noticing.  She fails – he does a double take as he realises it’s in her hand.  “You brought your gun?”

“I sleep with it under my pillow,” she says, trying for a laugh and failing miserably.

“Oh,” he says, turning to look at her face properly.  “You look tired.”

“Thanks,” she says wryly.

“No, I mean, you look beautiful, but -”  He realises what he’s saying and blushes furiously as she lowers her eyes to the floor, biting back a smile.  “But also tired.  You know, even if you’re getting sleep, if you’re experiencing nightmares then you never actually reach -”

“Yeah,” she says, cutting him off with a gentle nudge of his shoulder.  She flashes him a soft smile to let him know she’s shutting him up because she doesn’t want to talk about it, not because it isn’t interesting.  “I know.  But we’re not talking about my sleep patterns, we’re talking about you.”

He shakes his head.  “There isn’t much more to say about me.”

She hesitates, then slides a hand up his back and around his shoulder – he turns a little and wraps his arms around her, pulling her into a hug and resting his cheek on her head.  They fit so perfectly, even at this awkward angle, and it makes her throat ache.  “I missed you,” she whispers.  She feels his muscles tense and release at her words, and his hands spread wider over her back.  She closes her eyes against the tears suddenly stinging there, tries hard to swallow the lump in her throat, but she’s too tense and she knows it.  He pulls her tighter, the strength of his hold surprising her more than it should.  It’s been so long since he held her like this…  She bites down hard on her lip to keep it from trembling, but then she’s gone – he pulls her down onto the bed with him and holds her against his chest and she cries into his cardigan.  “I’m sorry,” she whispers, over and over, and he doesn’t know whether she’s sorry for leaving or lying or coming back or crying or sorry his mother wasn’t well enough to talk to him, and although he can’t stop his mind from whirring with the possibilities, he just holds her quietly.

After a few minutes, she pulls back a little and wipes her eyes on her sleeve, propping herself up on one elbow.  She chews her lip, her eyes still watery, and he reaches for her, running a thumb gently over her mouth – she releases her lip from between her teeth, and there’s a moment where she knows what’s coming and thinks she should probably panic, and then she’s leaning down and he’s leaning up and their lips meet with a kind of soft, wondering newness as his arm slides up her back and holds her comfortably against him again.  “Hey,” she whispers against his lips, and he opens his eyes and pulls back a little to look at her.  “Merry Christmas.”

[pagetbewbster]

MERRRRY CHRISTMAS 0laura0 from your Secret Santa! Enjoy this drawing of Spence in atrociously ugly Christmas sweaters (that i'm pretty sure Matthew would wear anyway) Happy holidays darling :)

[doctoreids]

Hello there, friend! It is I, your Criminal Minds Secret Santa here with a couple of questions!! What is your favorite pairing?? Character??? Storyline???? Anything!! :D When you answer this, could you be amazing and tag it 2014sscm so I can read it???? Also, it would be helpful if you opened your submission box so I can send you your gift!

HIIIII!!!! sorry it took me a while to answer this, but I’ve been busy. My only romantic pairing Reid/Maeve. I pretty much love any friendship paring, so you can take your pick! I love Reid, of course, and Rossi. I actually really like Kate so far, and Prentiss and Penelope are my gals. I really like the Reid/drugs and Reid/maeve storylines. Morgan’s abuse is interesting, and JJ’s sister, honestly just hasn’t been explored, and that bothers me. I would really like a fanfic or something of the sort having to do with character backgrounds, especially with Hotch, Rossi or Reid. The thing with Reid is that I am always really curious to see how he got along as a kid. Where did he get money after his dad left, where did he live? Was he fairly poor bc his mom couldn’t work? Who is Uncle Daniel that they mentioned once? idk, you can go crazy, honestly. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THIS!