#dctrhuang

[livedforwards]

@dctrhuang haley hotchner s.c. 

     “my husband -- my ex-husband.” a hand, over her face, through her hair. longer than she’s used to, because cutting it has not been a priority much recently. “has been wonderful. but that doesn’t change what happened.” 

[basichumanform]

       ❝ do you MAKE A HABIT of psychoanalyzing all the detectives you work with, doctor, or just the ones you’re not stuck with PERMANENTLY ? ❞

                     { @dctrhuang gets a thing you didn’t ask for }

[amcroa]

"Happy Father's Day, Nick!"

             words are met with a big grin, a genuine one, eyes looking like they were lighting up.     ❝     hey, thanks, doc.     ❞

[4-0l5]

sc   /   @dctrhuang 

      ‘     DON’T PSYHOANALYSE ME, HUANG.     ‘     defences up, olivia crossed her arms over her chest as she circled her desk and moved to stand directly in front of the doctor.     ‘     I’M TALLER THAN YOU, AND I HAVE A GUN.     ‘     not that she would ever use it against him, but she could. if she wanted to. after all, she wouldn’t be the first cop to think about shooting a psychiatrist. 

[livedforwards]

@dctrhuang​ ( s.c. )

“i do not go to my happy place. i go to my high lonesome place.”

[battlearchived]

“  look,  i don’t need you to hold my hand —-  i just need you to clear me so i can get the bastard.  ” 

@dctrhuang  /  s.c

[methodcop]

                 He slapped the blank form down on the desk.  “ Look -- how about we skip past the chit chat, straight to part where you sign this so I can get back to work. ”  So he’d been shot. It happened. Hell, it was pretty amazing it hadn’t happened sooner. But he was fine now. The hospital had given him a clean bill of health -- and that mattered more than whatever some shrink could tell him. He needed to be back on the job. Sam’s eyebrows shot up impatiently.  “ Today maybe? ”

@dctrhuang | s.c.