So uh...we saw Red One and I got a couple of unexpected checks on my monsterfucker bingo card. Between Krampus and the Abominable Snowmen, I'm going to hell. But...
I know people talk about all the trauma Reid went through, it's a running joke at this point. But there's one piece of trauma that I don't think is spoken about enough - Season 2 episode 11.
A man is going around killing prostitutes since he thinks they're an "illness to the city" or something like that, and at the beginning of the episode, a teenage boy stops Reid on his commute to work. The kid is a suspect for the murders but is eventually just found to be scared and didn't know what was going on in his head - Gideon's evaluation deemed him to be a sexual sadist (I THINK, CANT QUITE REMEMBER).
By the end of the episode, the original unsub is found, the kid was going into psychological care and had "one last night of freedom" (his words). So he finds a prostitute. He wants to live his fantasies. But instead he tries to commit suicide, leaving Reid's business card on the table for the woman he was with to call.
Reid obviously shows up and saves the kid's life, while actively being told to stop by said boy. Blood was all over his hands and the conflict of what would happen to women in the future if this boy lives is obviously gnawing at him, but he knows what's right to do. So he saves his life.
That, in and of itself, is traumatic enough. Just saving someone who is bleeding out. But then after, wondering what could happen in the future because he let some kid with strong homicidal urges (who would completely act on it, and almost did) live. That's just awful.
Garcia started her trauma journey (from the job specifically) at that point, since she was helping Reid keep him alive.
I don't know, I just think the episode is too overlooked in my opinion, and it's one of the episodes that always sticks in my mind the most.
got bored, drew the bear. this bear in particular is a 10/10 bear i feel like i'd trust him more than any of the other male characters in red one. like i just KNOW he's a softie at heart like looookkkk at himmmmm he's actually baby
Summary: The night is falling and Hotch is still away when Penelope offers a new activity for the evening.
Characters: BAU team + Will, Henry, Jack and Jessica
Contents: angst, sunburn, and fainting
This is a text written for the CM Summer Time challenge organized by @imagining-in-the-margins.
To be honest, the dialogues have been written two years ago for the same challenge, but the text is know ready to be published. :D It'll have 13 chapters.
PS : English is not my mother language so they are necessarily mistakes. Sorry about that.
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Night was beginning to fall on the mansion and Hotch still hadn't returned. The water battle had ended in the pool, with no team declared more victorious than another. Then Will and JJ, on their side, and Jessica, on hers, took care of showering the children, while Penelope, Dave and Derek prepared the evening meal. Spencer had managed to find a book and was getting to the last few chapters, sitting in one of the living room armchairs.
In the hours that had followed the heated poolside dialogue, Haley's sister had taken great care to dodge the other women in the group and even kept her distance from their fellow members. The policeman was the only one not to be the target of her anger. However, she returned to them when the first stars shone in the sky, worried.
“Shouldn't he be back by now?”
“Some hostage situations take an enormous amount of time,” Dave explained, pouring wine into a decanter to aerate it. “Unlike in the movies and TV shows, it rarely takes a few minutes to wrap up.”
“Statistically…”
“Spencer, don’t,” JJ stopped him.
She didn't know what he intended to say, but given that he sometimes threw out anecdotes that weren't at all reassuring, she preferred to cut to the chase.
“But maybe if we call the police station, we can get some information.”
“Don't worry, Jess, the big boss handles this kind of situation perfectly.”
“Derek's right,” JJ agreed, “Aaron was trained specifically for this.”
She didn't seem any more reassured than that, but didn't insist.
“In any case,” continued Penelope, “like Jessica, I hope he won't be long, because look what my little elves and I have found.”
The computer expert returned from the garage accompanied by the boys, who were grinning from ear to ear. In her arms was a large box, with musical notes of every color drawn on it.
“A karaoke”, Rossi recognized, as he spotted the photos of the microphones.
“Oh, yes. And Hotch and I are going to give you a kick in the teeth... just like last time.”
“In your dreams, pretty girl!” retorted Morgan, who still hadn't digested her past defeat.
“The last time?” repeated Jack’s aunt, lost.
The surprise was understandable. It was hard enough to imagine federal agents singing along to beloved hits; it was even harder to imagine the agency director taking part in this kind of activity. And yet…
“One day,” JJ recounted, “for some reason Penelope and Aaron had a furious urge to challenge us to karaoke.”
“And guess who have won?” smiled the first one, proud.
“It doesn’t mean it’ll be the case again this time.”
“You bet?”
“Derek's right,” Spencer interjected, raising a finger in the air to suspend their exchange. “The likelihood that you'll score similarly to last time, assuming the song list is the same and the sensitivity of the mics is the same – albeit low-end equipment compared to the club we went to - ...”
“Pretty boy,” Morgan interrupted him putting a hand on his shoulder.
“What?”
“Shut it. Please.”
“Derek!” taunted Garcia, kicking him in the shin for lack of use of her hands.
The ex-policeman winced and began to hop around holding his leg, which made the boys laugh a lot. He went to retort something when the doorbell rang. Everyone immediately abandoned what they were doing and rushed to the entrance. Will was the first to arrive, so he opened the door, revealing a familiar face on the threshold.
“Hotch! You’re back!”
The luscious blonde didn't give him time to say anything or make a move; she threw herself at him and hugged him.
“Why are you ringing?” asked Dave once she'd released him.
“I didn’t take the keys when I left.”
“Is it just me, or have you tanned?” remarked Emily, with a sneer at the corner of her lips.
“Yes, I feel like saying, ‘Yeah, thank you, Andre. I’ll have the veal piccata.” declared Penelope, laughing.
Normally rather pale, the agency head sported red marks on his forearms, calves, feet and, above all, his face.
“The command post was not sheltered,” he explained, looking exhausted.
Jack slipped in among the adults and, grinning from ear to ear, asked:
“Did you win?”
“Yes, I won.”
“Cool!”
He then leapt towards him and his father lifted him off the ground, loading him onto his hip despite his drawn features.
“Ah! That's news worthy of a good bottle,” rejoiced the eldest member of the group.
“Water for me, I’m thirsty.”
“And a bottle of water for table fifteen! One!” trumpeted JJ, also relieved to be back among them.
Hotch then walked away in the company of Garcia, Rossi, Reid and his ex-sister-in-law. So, he didn't hear the dialogue between his three subordinates.
“Still, I'd have given anything to see the look on the hostage takers' faces when they discovered they'd been put out of their misery by a guy in a Flash McQueen cap”, Prentiss admitted, hilariously.
“And the flip-flop”, added the mother.
“The FBI's standing has taken a serious hit,” finished Derek, as amused as his colleagues.
Shortly afterwards, everyone settled down on the terrace to enjoy the relative coolness brought by the night and dine together. But this time they didn't linger, as the children and Penelope were overexcited at the prospect of starting the karaoke session. Morgan and Will set about installing all the equipment on the TV in the living room while the teams were being put together. Jack and Jessica sided with the giant, while Spencer and Emily formed an alliance with the former liaison officer. Henry logically followed his mother's lead, while the Italian American opted for the winners of the previous race. The two technicians of the day leaned the other way, with the former looking for revenge.
And the vocal confrontation got off to a flying start, with the analyst and their superior outpacing the other team by a mere thousand points. Their opponents reduced their lead with an impressive performance from the two female profilers. They caught up again on a Hotch miss, and it took a flawless performance from his partner to give them some breathing space. But everyone seemed to be enjoying this suspended moment, smiling, hugging, applauding and exclaiming with joy.
Everyone except the giant, who, once the evening was well under way, sat down on the sofa. Eyes closed, head tilted back on the sofa, he grimaced more than he smiled. Garcia, worried, sat next to him. Hearing him sing, she could tell at once that he wasn't at his best, and that he was gritting his teeth to put on a brave face. So, as not to dampen the mood.
“Everything’s fine?”
“Yes,” he said, reopening his eyelids and straightening his head. “Rough day.”
He looked like he’d aged ten years more.
“And not just for you, apparently,” she smiled, pointing to the two forms lying beside him.
Jack and Henry had fallen asleep in the armchair, curled up together. The hubbub a stone's throw away didn't bother them at all.
“I'll put him to bed in his room.”
“Wait, I'll come with you,” Will declared as he approached them.
The two men each retrieved their “belongings” and climbed up to the bedroom floor. The boys slept in the same room, one in the single bed and the other in the bunk bed on the top bunk. They had already spread all their toys and clothes everywhere, and the fathers had to be careful where they put their feet so as not to fall with their precious load.
Downstairs, the battle continued as if nothing had happened. With fatigue and alcohol, precision had given way to improvisation, and the underdogs were scraping up points with gibberish and approximations. The jubilation came to an abrupt halt when Will came running back to them, looking anxious.
“Come! Aaron fainted!”
The microphones were placed at random in the living room, and the group followed the policeman to the corridor where Hotch lay. He was slowly regaining consciousness when Jessica and Emily knelt beside him, concerned.
“What happened?” asked JJ.
“We'd just put the little ones to bed and were heading back down the corridor when he stopped to hold his head in his hands. His eyes were closed, but he was still responding. And then he collapsed.”
She could tell from the way he spoke that her companion was in shock. He may have seen death on a regular basis, but it was still very special to see someone close to you pass out without any warning.
“He didn’t say anything?” enquired Derek, as worried as the others.
“Yes. That he was fine, and I have to go back with you.”
“He's pale and feverish,” declared Jessica, placing a hand on the titan's vaguely conscious forehead.
He could barely open his eyes and his hands were shaking. Sweat beaded on his white face, and they all realized it had nothing to do with the ambient temperature.
“In my opinion, we're dealing with a case of sunstroke,” Dave surmised.
“Guys,” bounced Prentiss as she gets to her feet, “Carry him to his room. Penelope and I will get a bucket or a basin. And don’t listen to him.”
“I'm going to get some water and something to rehydrate,” added Jack's aunt, giving way to the men.
And so, the day ended on a bittersweet note.
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If you hadn't catch Penelope's line to Hotch, it means you haven't seen Hot Shots. :D
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First chapter >> https://www.tumblr.com/codename-mom/791125045952069632/4th-of-july-113?source=share
Next chapter >> https://www.tumblr.com/codename-mom/794295936561119232/4th-of-july-613?source=share
"Hot Chocolate at the End of the World" (Agent Garcia x OC)
WHAT DO U MEAN THERE ARENT ANY AGENT GARCIA FICS HELLO I am here to fix that
Fandom: Red One
Content: F/M
Rating: Mature (unresolved sexual tension, swearing, interspecies romance)
Words: 2,269
With Nick gone, there is chaos in the North Pole.
For E.L.F agents Dominic Garcia and Sonia Wills, it feels like the end of life as they know it, and long-buried sentiments might finally be brought to light…
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DAE feel cheated with how little screen time Agent Garcia got 👀 I need him carnally tbh
