#prentissisms

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Prentissisms.

[ofbabygirls-blog]

@prentissisms

         garcia’s just about as done as a girl can get with this week. things have gone from bad to worse recently and she’s just not sure she can handle some daddy-issue laden psycho going on a killing spree because they didn’t like the word no. it’s times like this where she’d turn to derek - he’s not here and she still hasn’t come to terms with it - but no, it was luke who’d caught her crying again. she’d assured him - or well, pushed him away - she was fine; but he’s obviously snitched on her because emily is pulling that face.

             “whatever newbie told you, he’s lying.”

[ofwhiskeyandbutterflies-blog]

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It had been years since Elle Greenaway had darkened these doors, and she would be lying if she said she felt complete confidence in walking back into the BAU’s offices. The call had come, shocking Elle entirely, her superior told her they needed her expertise, and Elle had to suck up her history and walk into the building as if she had never left. Easier said than done.

Elle wasn’t too sure what scared her more; coming face to face with her old team, or having to deal with the situation that found her leaving them. There was a sick part of her hoping that she would have to deal with neither. Confidence. She held her head high as she walked in the main door, signing in at the desk, taking a visitor’s badge with ease. She didn’t need directions. The woman went straight to the lift, and right up to their old floor. 

Her hands quivered a little as she smoothed down her jacket along the trip up. Too much coffee. Elle scolded herself mentally, though it was more so from nerves. The moment of quiet was enough for her doubts to set in; did the team know she was coming? It didn’t appear they had asked specifically for her, just generally for someone and Elle fit those credentials. She ran a hand over her tired face, worn down from her flight here, and pondered what would happen when they saw her. 

Hotch. She would go straight to his office and let him know before anyone else was aware. He would know how to handle it properly. Maybe he would give her her marching orders. The lift stopped at the familiar floor. Elle payed no attention to the bullpen as she walked past. She ignored voices that may have been familiar. Climbing the stairs right to the office she knew as her former boss’. One knock. She hadn’t even read the name on the door. After a moments pause she walked inside, surprised to find someone at the desk who most definitely was not Aaron Hotchner. In fact, it was a woman that Elle had never met before...

❝ Um... ❞ She paused, unsure if she were in the right place. Confidence. Elle smiled, ❝ I was called in to help out your team, I believe? I’m Elle. Specialist in Sex Crimes. ❞

[ofbabygirls-blog]

“Let’s get you to bed.”

okay, maybe she’s over-worked herself on this case. maybe that’s because there’s been no luck with getting reid back. hope is fading and penelope’s tired mind can’t shake the anxieties that are dominating her. she’s half asleep when emily approaches her with the suggestion of rest, but there’s a half-written letter sitting in front of her and she needs to finish it before she goes to see him in the morning

      “i’m okay, emily– i’ll rest later. i need….i just need to be here right now. i need him to know he’s not alone.”

[raiinonme-a]

❝     knock knock.     ❞     the blonde smiled as she walked in the room, nodding at emily as she lifted the coffees in the cardboard carrier in one hand, hanging on to the bag in her arm, grin growing as she walked over to her.    ❝     i’m come with breakfast.     ❞   //   @prentissisms

[raiinonme-a]

prentissisms replied to your post: prentissisms replied to your post: ...

it sure was a finale! it was one hell of a finale too

n ICE cant wait to watch

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prentissisms replied to your post: yikes was cm and svu on tonight

they sure were! they both just finished :) except SVU isn’t the finale

was cm ? i’ll probably watch the both tomorrow either way, i just get my days mixed up

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@prentissisms Penelope hadn't really had time to think much about the leaving of her best friend, her partner in crime; her Chocolate Thunder. He was such a vital part of her inner circle, and even though he was only a phone call away, she knew that he and Savannah were busy with parental duties and she would feel bad pulling him away from that any time soon. Though she knew she would need to go visit, because Aunty Penelope was going to need baby snuggles at some point. But on the other hand, she missed him so much, and it kind of just hit her today. The blonde was more or less wallowing in her batcave, playing with some of the things he'd brought her back from cases they'd gone on over the years. It was helping to keep her from crying too much, but she still felt awful. That was when her phone rang, and she sighed, putting her things back in their place on her desk. She popped her headset on and bopped the little answer button without the usual vigor and joy she carried. "Yes, my liege, what may the Genius Brain of Penelope Garcia help you with today?"