#livedforwards

[compendiumofconstellations]

@livedforwards​ continued from x.

“Come on, Prentiss.” He knew her tone, though, and he didn’t really want anyone else involved. “I, uh, may have gotten a bit more hurt than I mentioned when the UnSub cornered me.” He lifted up his shirt and showed her the bandage that covered the gash in his side. “I think I reopened it.”

[dunnitmoved]

❛  i actually think i'm quite personable, but... well, a lot of law enforcement officers don't really agree with that. i suppose they get unsettled once i show up.  ❜  

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[armyhoned]

               sat down, vitals checked, left alone by the medics for a small while once they’ve patched up what’s visible and confirmed he won’t fall into shock as they spread out to share the resources;  the adrenaline started to crash a while ago, and he’s done little but stare into an empty space ahead of him for a minute now. the cigarette burn, he’s yet to mention, and it’s not until the empty space becomes occupied by his unit chief that he becomes aware of the half a handcuff still on him. matt breathes himself back to reality, a look up to emily---just long enough to register what she’s feeling, not that he expects anything surprising, or looks he won’t feel the after-effects for weeks yet to come---and then back to the piece of metal around the wrist he now turns without raising the arm, lock towards prentiss.

                  “  got a key?  ”     it doesn’t come off as a question, and it doesn’t come off as a joke---he phrases it that way, but there’s not enough confidence for it to sounds like anything but an icebreaker of someone who doesn’t know what to do with himself yet.

@livedforwards​    /    15x05 starter call.

[asoulofstars]

No matter how bad it gets, you are not alone.

Partners in crime (stopping).

Indie multi-muse featuring Emily Prentiss as adored by Seashell and Indie multi-muse featuring Derek Morgan as claimed by Jordan.

[stormlit]

call. @livedforwards​ / emily.

        jj invites herself into emily’s office without knocking and sits down, immediately slumping in the chair and rubbing the back of her neck. there’s a folder in her other hand, and she puts it on the corner of the desk before she does something that would be entirely typical for this evening, like drop it and have to reorder the pages inside it. it’s that kind of day. she’s just glad they’re not in the field, really.  ❝ i’m too old for this shit. ❞

[fbiartist]

continued from [x] @livedforwards

“Since when? Last year you and Morgan both dressed up as Reid for Halloween! And if that wasn’t enough to revoke your adult card, then taking all of my paperclips and seeing if you could make a chain from my office to yours definitely did!” Actually, she can’t remember if it was Emily that did that. It was at least one of them, but her point still stood. 

[7yrs]

@livedforwards

     “It’s not like we need them!” Jake yells this over the office, arms out, to a Gina who is Very, Very Rapidly tuning him out (”Okay, Jake,” she calls back, eyes already on her phone). As a result, he doesn’t quite notice the elevator opening, or the woman striding out of it. “They’re gonna say something stupid like -- oh, the suspect is a white male in his late forties, hur dur, like we haven’t already figured--”

    He glances at Amy, who has gone very silent. Her eyes have also gone very wide, and so when he spins around, there is already a wide smile plastered onto his face because he knows. He knows what he just did.

    “--Heyyyyy. You must be A-gent Pren-tiss.” His hands clap together. “Welcome to the Nine-Nine. I’m Sergeant Terry Jeffords--”

     “Hey, come on man,” Terry says. Jake ignores him.

      “--And it’s a pleasure. To meet you.”

       He holds out his hand.

[starbuckskeptic-a]

       ❝ so they stuck you down here as ‘punishment’ ? clearly, SOMEONE upstairs hasn’t been paying attention. ❞

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