#tinytaissa

[ofmusingsxandmayhem-a]

Kiss/Hug Meme @tinytaissa​ said:  ✿ Result: 49.  “Far too long since we’ve seen each other” hug

Tay turned around slowly at the sound of someone entering his office, however he hadn’t been expecting his gaze to fall on a familiar face. 

“Well, well, well... If it isn’t my Little Bird.” Smiling, he approached Taissa and pulled her in close for a warm embrace. “How are you, my dear?”   

[elegancemultimuse]

Closed starter to: @tinytaissa​

Raj was just finishing up one of his short shifts when he noticed a familiar face over by the door to the waiting room. “You really can’t stay away from here, can you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at the woman. If she was here that likely meant something was going on, which didn’t surprise Raj in the slightest. There was always something going on around here. “Do I even want to know why you are here today? Because I am sure that it isn’t just to see my face.”

[ssa-ahotchner]

The Demons in the Dark || TinyTaissa || Closed Starter

‘You can teach a person all you know, but only experience will convince him that what you say is true.’ –Richelle E. Goodrich

The Federal Bureau of Investigation’s training academy, located on 395 sprawling acres in Stafford County, Virginia was home to one of the world’s premier Law Enforcement Training Academies. The cadets, some of the nation’s best and brightest, were chosen from universities, other law enforcement agencies and the military to comprise the ranks of the FBI’s pool of future agents. They underwent rigorous training in many areas, including investigations, interrogations and psychology at the hands of some the FBI’s best-- current or retired agents that were asked to teach at the Academy because of their experience in their particular fields.  The decision to teach at the Academy, for Aaron Hotchner, had not been an easy one. He was a man built for the field- driven, intense and passionate, and loathed the idea of being bound to a desk and adhering to “office hours”. But as his son, Jack, had grown older, his need for a father figure had become more and more apparent. Acting out in school, starting fights, and trouble with behavior at home had highlighted for Aaron how important it was for him to establish a job with normal hours, before things went so far south that they couldn’t be recovered.  And so, Hotchner found himself accepting the position of Class Advisor, along with the Instructor of the Abnormal Psychology Unit, at the Academy. It was his job to mentor and teach the newest cadets while they made their way through the Academy, and class #1371 included a peculiar young woman named Taissa Spencer.  The Class Advisor would have had to have been deaf, or willfully ignorant, to not catch the way her classmates looked at her, or hear the rumors circling. It wouldn’t be the first time someone with a dark past, more specifically a monster of a parent, had went into Law Enforcement, determined to change the trajectory of their fate. Aaron was one of them himself, his father had been a monster of sorts. He’d notice that Taissa hadn’t fit in with the ‘in-crowd’, and while her excellent academic performance hand’t seemed to have been effected, he was all too aware that this line of work was a difficult one without people around you to support you. At the conclusion of one of his lectures, this one pertaining to serial killers and the basic behavioral patterns, he decided it was a good time to ask. The class was being cut for lunch, and as he gathered up his papers, he looked up at the class and announced, “Class dismissed. Be back for your lecture on Arrest Techniques at 1300.”  The room began to empty with the dull chatter that normally accompanied them, when Aaron called out,” Miss Spencer, may I have a word please?”

@tinytaissa

[gentlebcnes]

Jennifer it was more of her maternal INSTINCT than that of working with the BAU for years. She didn’t need the knowledge of being a profiler to tell something was wrong with the other. Not to mention working with someone you nearly a year, it wasn’t hard to pick up when things felt a little off. “Hmm, coffee does solve a NUMBER of problems, doesn’t it?” She says with a soft laugh.

She knows what the other told her isn’t the truth. Whatever is troubling her is partly due to lack of sleep, but that’s not the MAIN source, JJ can tell that much. However, she won’t press. If they don’t want to tell her, she’ll let it drop, for now. “I think it might be a little more an insomnia or construction, but you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. That’s totally okay. But -- if you wanna talk, about anything, I’M HERE, alright?” She adds with a soft grin. Placing a gentle hand on the other’s shoulder and giving it a light squeeze.

@tinytaissa​ / moved.

[oldmcncy]

@tinytaissa​  liked THIS for a halloween starter 🎃

Weston knew better than anyone that the tales about strangers poisoning Halloween candy or hiding needles in candy bowls sounded ridiculous, yet held some truth to them. And honestly, those things were pretty tame compared to what he had in front of him. Why even waste your time worrying about bad Halloween candy when you could worry people embracing their inner Ted Bundy on Halloween night.

The gruesome scene didn’t do much to him. After all, he was used to this and had certainly seen worse. At first people had thought the various body parts scattered along the yard were nothing but Halloween decorations, but when a frightened home owner called the police, they all realized this was a true real life nightmare.

“All signs seems to indicate that the body had been frozen for a while,“ he told his partner. “And more body parts are being discovered all over the city.“

[protectxthem]

@tinytaissa asked: “Talk about a cruel trick to play on your family…” // any of your Chicago chars

Classic Trope Starters – Fake Dating | Accepting

Jay shrugs a shoulder as he looks over at her. “Not really a trick, just a way to get them off my back for a while. They keep asking when i’m going to get a girlfriend or when i’m going to get married. Thanks for coming to dinner and pretending to be my girlfriend.”

[magicandmayhcm]

@tinytaissa asked: You wanted to see me?

“Yeah, come in and sit down.” He closes the office door and stares across the desk at her. “I know my boss isn’t keen on enlisting the help of the fbi, but he’s not here right now and I’m in charge. So - why don’t you tell us what we can do to help you out with this case.” 

[slightlybrcken]

@tinytaissa​ + malcolm

“There isn’t exactly a support group for CHILDREN OF SERIAL KILLERS. We’re either insane or so traumatised the world becomes a drugged haze.” Or in-between like how he existed. The point where he functions albeit not as well as the average human. At least she might understand his tremor. His drug taking. His night terrors.