Category: just platonic fun. (Some crushing & pining.)
Summary: Elle, Reader and their friends have been invited to a 1920s themed party at the BAU. At the party things unravel.
English isn't my mother tongue, so there will probably be some mistakes. I guess this fic is a little goofy but here we go.
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The BAU had arranged a 1920s themed party, for the people in your department. Everyone who was in your unit had been talking about it, everyone on the same floor as you. People were talking about going shopping for their outfit and how excited they were for the party. You had gotten a very well thought invitation, which had been decorated and written with cursive writing.
However, this party included a game of murder mystery. When you arrived at the party you would get a little file with your characters name, background and the basics. You would get some time at the gathering to talk and mingle with the other people. It was gonna be interesting for all of you profilers at the party. Putting the profilers in a murder mystery is already a little insensitive to you who experienxe horrors everyday but also just the pure advantage it gives you.
You had dressed up in an elegant dress with heals matching, jewelry and head accessories. You were ready to go.
At the party you were handed a file, and as you read through it you found out that your new temporary name was: Roselyn Thorne. It was said that your character grew up in a middle class home. You didn't seem to be married, or involved with anyone which maybe could mean your character wasn't the guilty one. Mostly the motive would be: Revenge, money or jealousy.
And as you went into the large area where the party would take place, there was old music playing from a grammaphone loud and clear. People dressed in old couture, decorated with jewelry and everything else you could spot at a 1920s party outfit. There were fancy glasses filled with champagne and other bottles of alcohol standing on one of the long tables.
There was decorated with all kinds of party things, as you looked around at it. Soft jazzy music played in the background and it was almost like you could feel the bass underneath your feet. You walked up to one of the tables with snacks and drinks on it. Spencer stood by one of them, when you approached the table. He stood with his back turned to you, as you came nearer.
You grabbed a cup as you got yourself something to drink. "Hey Spencer" He hadn't noticed you at all, for when you spoke up he looked up at you in surprise. He stopped what he was doing, looking at your outfit. He then looked back at the table, grabbing more snacks, stuffing them in his mouth as he tried to hide a small smile. "Hi Y/N. You look really good" He nodded along with his words. You let a small smile show. So small it could be classified a smirk.
"Thank you, Spence" You hid your lips behind your cup, before you took a sip. You looked around the room, noticing all the people who were already in conversation. You looked back at Spencer and saw he had one of those monocles in his pocket. Without thinking, you grabbed it and looked up at Spencer through it. "How'd you get one of these, huh?" You said, with a teasing tone, smiling at him. His cheeks grew red, as he let out a nervous, breathy laugh. You held it up before you, looking at him through the glass, squinting an eye playfully.
"It fits the theme" He was about to take it from you, when you lowered it yourself as you stared in one specific direction. Your lips parted slightly, as your eyes shined at the new appearance in the room of the BAU. Spencer stared at your admiring face, before turning his head the same direction. You stuck the monocle in Spencers palm, as he took it with furrowed eyebrows. You sat your cup down, before walking over to the woman in the black vintage dress. Her dark hair was curly and her lips painted a soft red. She was looking around, as her hands pulled her dress down, her head staring down to see if it was too short. You smiled and touched your cheek, as it felt like something warm was there. You took small steps at first, but then she saw you. Her eyes lit up, and her face softened. Before she had been tense holding her arms close to her body. Her shoulders fell, with a sigh. It didn't feel like Elle. Elle was confident and always held her head up. Crossed arms or relaxed figure, with no stuttering. She walked towards you, when she saw you heading her way. She rested her hands on her waist, as you stood before her.
"Hi" Elle greeted you shortly. Your eyes roamed on her figure, before they landed on her chocolate brown eyes. "Hi" You responded with same soft and calm tone. Elle gave you a look with her eyes, you couldn't quite read. "You look amazing tonight, Elle" You said, gesturing to her look. She looked down at herself with a curt chuckle. "Yeah, thank you. You look great too, really" She pointed towards your own outfit, her cheeks growing pink. "But my names not Elle." She said. "Oh right..Well, then what is your name fine lady?" You said playfully. "I'm Kate Nessglass" She responded, and held her hand out for you. "Nice to meet you. I'm Roselyn Thorne." You shook her hand. Normally, roleplaying wasn't that weird when it was with one of your best friends out of work, but roleplaying with someone you worked with on a daily who just also admired was just a tad bit strange. But because you went to the party and knew what it was about and so did Elle, must mean that she thought it was interesting. Or maybe she just didn't want to feel left out. To be honest, you weren’t even sure why you went yourself.
Silence fell upon you and your head grew dizzy as all the noises around you, started getting to you. The music, the chattering, the heels claking against the floor and- “Hey, my sweet ladies.” Morgan. You turned your heard around to see Morgan walking up to you. He wrapped his arm around you shoulder giving you a casual smile. “You two look great.” Morgan was wearing an actually stylish hat. For the time period too. “You should wear hats more.” You say ignoring his compliment. Elle giggles and nods. “Thank you, Morgan.” Elle decides to be the one to acknowledge Morgans playboy talk.
Morgan kept looking into your eyes since you commented on his hat. He squinted at you finding your statement unreadable. You shrugged and with a curt laugh you slap his hat down softly. You turn around and slightly playfully runs away even in your heels. You run back to Spencer who watched the whole exchange. His eyebrows are lifted. He looks back at you with a more neutral look after having watcjed Morgan and Elle continue talking.
He studies you as you stuff your mouth with gummies ignoring eye contact. You can sense something lingering in the air as you feel his eyes burning into you. You give in and lock eyes with him. You stop chewing on the gummies, freezing entirely. Spencers eyebrows are furrowed. He’s toying with his monocle as his brown eyes search yours. “You know, i might be autistic but i am a profiler.” He shrugs at you, telling you so many things with that wording. That he’s onto you. He saw the way you were breathless at Elles entrance.
You slowly start chewing again as your eyes look away to the rest of the room. “Well, good for you?” You say high pitched. You shuffle on your feet as your heart beats faster. Spencer sighs. He grabs a drink and swirls it staring down into the drink for too long.
“I’m not trying to tease you. I just want you to know that you don’t need to hide things from me. Not even your feelings.” He explains it with a good mix of hesitation and softness. You look at him and nod very slowly. It was too much of a sweet and genuine thing of him to say at this time and place that you felt the need to hide anyway.
After running off and greeting many new characters the first murder happens, and you’re all called to a meeting. Everyone testifies what they can but it’s too early to point fingers. You were all just meeting each other not ready to conclude anything. You were all let go and you for a moment just stare into the air. How long was this gonna take? And how were you gonna make the most of it? You open the card to your character description again only to find out you were just a young stylish woman living the big city life and since you wanted to be a model, you needed to gain a connection a mister Edward Wyse. Luckily it said who that was. Anderson.
You never really talked to him but he seemed nice. You approached him when you finally laid eyes on him. Anderson was of course quite confused by your approach, but he didn’t mind.
“Heyy Anderson! Or what should I call you? Edward? Mister Wyse?” You joked and flashed a huge smile leetting your eyes almost shut together. He smiles back and nods slightly. “Whatever you prefer.” He opens his arms out before they land by his sides again. As a way to show you welcomness. You hobestly never really knew what Anderson did at the office but he brought a good energy and sometimes was ordered to help you profilers out. It’s hobestly a bit of a shame you never chatted.
“I’m Roselyn Thorne. From the big city. You’re a well loved name in the big city.” You pointed to the folded paper of your character description, hinting at the fact your characters were linked. His eyebrows rose. “Oh!”. He smiled again. “Well, I can’t help it. What are you looking for?” He asked before taking a sip of his drink. That reminded you of the drink you had in the start that made you bubbly and yours limb feel like gummy.
“I don’t know if you heard but I am quite the showgirl. In all kinds of ways. But you see I know you’re great at finding talent for models.” You move your left hand around a little as you talk. Ending your sentence with a pointed finger at his chest. He looks down and raises an eyebrow at you. You removed your finger and look around the room as you bob up your hair with your hands. Feeling kinda self-aware now. Anderson nodded at you. “But you found me.” He teases. You turn your head back to him. You stare at him for a good couple of seconds before your gaze falls down. “Well, is that so bad now? Maybe you got lousy at finding talent, the talent had to find you.” You giggled and open your arms up like your asking him a question.
Anderson fully laughed now and he nodded more. “Okay okay, you got it. I’ll get you somewhere. But from what I heard it’s not easy. Miss Jelling got ahead of you.” He shrugs as you frown. Seriously? He’d let you talk on like you actually meant it? Like you actually were Roselyn Thorne in the 1920s just for him to say you had competition?
“What her first name?” You look up through your eyebrows. Your fingerpalms getting sweaty from feeling just a tad humiliated. “Tammy.” He says and then slamming his lips shut into a thin line. You roll your eyes turning around to scan the room.
“What she look like?”
“Blonde hair, blue eyes, kinda short.” He describes nothing remarkable.
“JJ.” He finally gives it to you.
“Thanks”.
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After talking to Tammy Jelling aka JJ, you didn’t get much further. Another murder happened and people started fighting more intensly. The first murder had seemed too random since the character had no big status or relations.
This time a woman who was married to the local politician was found dead. Political murder?
Well whatever it was you didn’t care all that much anymore. You wanted to get drunk and then admire all the beautiful costumes. When everyone decided to vote someone out and they no longer could play as their character, you all split again.
Suddenly you feel a cold hand on your upper arm and you jump, looking behind you. Your met with freckles splattered all over, deep brown doe eyes and curly hair. Elle. Your face went from tense and confused to relieved and happy. “Hi El.” You smile lightly. Her lips are parted and her eyes are studying yours.
She lets her arm rub down your upper arm before she lets go. “Sorry.” She breathed out. “I just knew you were gonna get lost in the crowd. I couldn’t find you last round.” She rubbed her fingers and hands against each other. She was very close and you could almost feel her breath on your neck. Goosebumps spread on your arms. You bit your bottomlip subtly as your eyes quickly scanned the floor. “Sorry.” You mumbled. You couldn’t help but feel a specific warm feeling inside of you at the fact that Elle had been looking for you.
“Maybe we should find somewhere quiet?” Finally you could get a break from the overwhelming party.
