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Under the cut, the mun has posted the links to a safe site on which you can watch Maeve Donovan's arc on Criminal Minds - even from a mobile device. The link has a series of hosts. Just find the one with the best rating!
Warning: It will absolutely destroy you. Please watch responsibly.
She knocks gently at the door of his home. She hasn't seen him much since he rescued her and she misses him so much it hurts. "Spencer? Are you in there?"
He was home, thankfully, although it took him a bit to open the door; he was lost in his own thoughts, and perhaps that was why he hadn’t reached out to Maeve once more. He’d never been good at relationships, anyway. Still, after a few moments, he answered the door, gaze not entirely focused. “––Maeve?”
"Spencer." [ She wants to hug him, wants to - what? What does she want? Something worries her, however, and she lingers outside the door. He got shot for her, he offered to kill himself for her.. she saw the look in his eyes when Diane held the gun to her head with Maeve's right beside it, saw the relief when Diane shoved her away at the last minute. ] "I've missed you." [ She admits this in a bit of a reluctant way. Despite all the things she saw, he hasn't contacted her in awhile and maybe he doesn't want to pursue a relationship after all. ]
❝You’re bleeding.❞
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[It takes Morgan a moment to comprehend what or who the woman is or what she’s saying, until his fist that was thrown towards his hip where a dark, hot pain had blossomed, is pulled away, does he realize what happened. Blood slips between the spaces of his fingers, and he grimaces. He didn’t know where the knife had come from.]
Y-Yeah, I guess I am. Could…could you go call an ambulance please, sweetheart?
[He smiles gently, though pain sparks across his hip. He’s felt the blade beneath his skin, felt the twist of it as it slices, and he doesn’t feel the need for it again. He grits his teeth as he sits up, panting with the effort needed as he slumps against the wall. He lolls his head to the side, and gives her an easy grin, despite the trickling pain.]
Heh, me neither. I have no idea what happened, er…I really d-don’t know your name, do I?
"Woah. Woah there, big guy." [ She shakes her head, holding up a finger in warning. She looks at her jacket near him and rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she picks it up ] "This'll hurt." [ She knows he knew that already, and she gently pressed the jacket to his skin firmly. While she's actually a geneticist, she knows her fair share of medical doctoring, and she meets his eyes, hers calm and reassuring, as she offers him a gentle smile. ] "I'm Doctor Maeve Donovan. Maeve." [ a shrug ] "I'm not really sure what happened - I saw on the news there was some guy running around stabbing people, but I didn't think it could happen around.. that could've been me. Anyway, maybe that was all. Just a random attack. Wait - what's your name?"
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"I’m falling apart."
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"Is everything with you and Spence okay? Does this have something to do with your stalker?" The blonde tried not to let her nerves get the best of her but it was hard not to especially with how much she worried about the couple.
While the blonde’s relieved to hear their relationship is okay, she’s worried about what has Maeve so distressed. Maeve’s words send a chill down JJ’s spine and she knows whatever is plaguing the young brunette can’t be good.
”But Maeve he should-“ She stops once she notes how insistent the woman is about him not knowing. ”Okay, okay. I won’t tell him.” She has to agree, she needs to know what’s troubling her. Plus, she wants to help. Of all the people Maeve could go to she chose JJ and JJ was determined to make sure Maeve didn’t regret her choice. ”You mean Dianne and your kidnapping?” The blonde sighs and sits down, motioning for Maeve to do the same. Maybe she shouldn’t be so direct when trying to pry but she wasn’t convinced sugar coating it and dancing around the issue would help at all. While JJ herself preferred avoiding talking about her own incident she got the sense Maeve wasn’t the same. At least, not in this moment. If she was reaching out to JJ, Jayje felt she could be more blunt than she normal. ”Is it the nightmares? Flashbacks? The scars?” Her eyes shine with worry, concern, and understanding.
"It's-" she begins, and then she sighs. It's so hard to talk about this with anyone, but she knows she can trust JJ. JJ has been there, she understood. She shook her head, throat feeling thick and she just pushes fingers through her hair, struggling to remain composed. "It's everything." She finally admitted. There was so much going on and she felt like it was going to absolutely c o n s u m e her. She didn't want that to happen. She'd seen what tragedy could do to people. That's what had happened to Diane. She couldn't be like that. Maeve sighed. "It's thinking of how.. I had to watch someone I used to love die and it was my fault. It was my fault." She swallowed hard and then continued. "It's thinking of how she could've killed me, right? She was going to kill me. She had me at the edge of the roof. She had a gun to our heads. She almost killed me." She licked her lips, feeling tears at her eyes. "But it's mostly Spencer." she admitted, finally. "It's mostly how he.. he told her 'me for her'." her voice rose emotionally. "He said he'd kill himself for me - he got shot for me. I-" she wiped her eyes. "I'm so worried about him. I'm so worried about everyone. It's tearing me apart. I love being with Spencer, but there are days I wish I'd never answered the phone the first time and kept myself hidden in the dark so no one else would've gotten hurt." "But that's a self destructive thought. I shouldn't.. think that. I should be grateful. Not guilty."
❝You’re bleeding.❞
[meme]
[It takes Morgan a moment to comprehend what or who the woman is or what she’s saying, until his fist that was thrown towards his hip where a dark, hot pain had blossomed, is pulled away, does he realize what happened. Blood slips between the spaces of his fingers, and he grimaces. He didn’t know where the knife had come from.]
Y-Yeah, I guess I am. Could…could you go call an ambulance please, sweetheart?
She looks over the wound, nodding, her blue eyes wide and she hands him her jacket. "You know the deal. Apply pressure." She smiles gently, phone raising to her ear and calling 911. She doesn't know who the male is or why the attacker chose Morgan (aside from the fact that the sidewalk was otherwise abandoned until Maeve came along and saw him hurt.) She gives the operator the information and hangs up the phone. "Can't believe someone would attack someone like you." Maeve smiles gently, trying to lighten the mood.
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I get it, it gets hard to keep coming back when there’s little to nothing to do. I’m sorry. I can post my replies to you if you want
i mean, if you want to? you dont have to.
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I have a few replies for you in my drafts. I’m just trying to work through everything still
i'm glad i've just been waiting for a very long time on almost everything..
i mean take your time i really dont want to rush anyone or seem like a jerk
but i feel like nobody really cares if i have this blog or not. i dont get hardly any interactions here. that's why i'm never on this blog.
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Reid: *gets abducted* Reid: *gets hooked on drugs* Reid: *almost dies from anthrax* Reid: *loses Emily* Reid: *loses Maeve* Reid: *gets shot* Reid: *loses Blake* Reid: Reid: … Reid: Reid: I came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now
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Her hands cup his cheeks, soft and warm, and he can’t help the way his lips quirk upwards — form a small smile, a look of contentment — of peace. They’re together. Diane Turner is dead, and they’re together. Safe. She’s safe. And they can touch; feather soft caresses laced with disbelief, so gentle they’re hardly there at all. But they are, and he finds his fingers raising, brushing against the light grip she has on him.
Whispered conversations, phone lines that threaten to go dead; they have nothing on this. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful, and she’s more than he ever could have wanted, ever could have deserved.
A small chuckle is given at her words, a nod of the head. "It’s. ah — it’s a bit m e s s y . I suppose I should warn you now.” Messy, unlived in for the past few days. He’d abandoned his apartment for the Bureau, for dedicating every moment he could to finding h e r .
Not a single regret drifts through his mind, though; not an inkling of doubt. He’d made it in time; his team had made it in time. And she’s okay — as okay as she can be. A messy home, a bullet to the shoulder, a few days gone without sleep — a small price to pay for being with her.
He smiles at the thought, moves lanky digits to brush at a strand of hair fallen in her eyes; her ponytail’s coming loose, her eyes are still rimmed red from tears shed earlier on in the day, but it doesn’t matter. She’s perfect. "You’re here." The words were murmured in a hushed tone, so quiet he wonders if she heard them at all. “You’re here.”
Maeve finds herself with this completely idiotic look on her face - she's following his words like some kind of lovesick puppy. However, it's hard for her to be ashamed for the very reason that they are finally safe. They have finally met. They're free to hold hands when they walk together she's free to leave her home. It's amazing how something so trivial can cause such elation when it's been restricted for such a long time.
"Spencer." She interrupts him, "I don't need a warning." This phrase is punctuated by a gentle shake of her head. A soft laugh escapes her lips. "I guarantee you that your house is in no worse shape than mine."
Maeve knows this is something he can't argue with. Her place is in absolute shambles - she's sure he's seen it with his own eyes. God, his e y e s. They're gorgeous and wide and brown and they're looking at her the same way she's looking at him and that's absolutely perfect.
"Yes!" She answers him suddenly, sounding a little choked up all of the sudden because she suddenly is hit with the reality of the situation. "I'm here and you're here." Her lips quirk up as she slowly grins. There's no gun to her head, no danger. Just Spencer.
She finds herself closing the space between them, her lips on his as she suddenly realizes that she can do that. She feels so warm and safe in his arms and she pulls away after a moment - they have all the time in the world, now. She simply eases her arms around his torso and takes a deep breath. He's solid and he's real and he smells so good. What more could she ask for? "When can we go home?" she asked, putting the emphasis on the word purposefully - home. T h e i r home. Even if it was for a short time.
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Her hands cup his cheeks, soft and warm, and he can’t help the way his lips quirk upwards — form a small smile, a look of contentment — of peace. They’re together. Diane Turner is dead, and they’re together. Safe. She’s safe. And they can touch; feather soft caresses laced with disbelief, so gentle they’re hardly there at all. But they are, and he finds his fingers raising, brushing against the light grip she has on him.
Whispered conversations, phone lines that threaten to go dead; they have nothing on this. She’s beautiful. She’s beautiful, and she’s more than he ever could have wanted, ever could have deserved.
A small chuckle is given at her words, a nod of the head. "It’s. ah — it’s a bit m e s s y . I suppose I should warn you now.” Messy, unlived in for the past few days. He’d abandoned his apartment for the Bureau, for dedicating every moment he could to finding h e r .
Not a single regret drifts through his mind, though; not an inkling of doubt. He’d made it in time; his team had made it in time. And she’s okay — as okay as she can be. A messy home, a bullet to the shoulder, a few days gone without sleep — a small price to pay for being with her.
He smiles at the thought, moves lanky digits to brush at a strand of hair fallen in her eyes; her ponytail’s coming loose, her eyes are still rimmed red from tears shed earlier on in the day, but it doesn’t matter. She’s perfect. "You’re here." The words were murmured in a hushed tone, so quiet he wonders if she heard them at all. “You’re here.”
Her lips curve into a smile. She feels like the past few months were all leading up to t h i s. Sure, it wasn't the quiet, romantic and intellectual meeting she'd fantasized about, but none of that even mattered now. Her hands were on his face. She could feel the slight twitch of his facial muscles as he blinked, breathed, swallowed. He was alive. She was alive. What more could she ask for in the world? "Hush about the mess." she instructs, smiling gently at him. She feels tired. Her eyelids are heavy, her smile sincere but not as brilliant as it normally would be. She's been put through the wringer today. At this point, she could probably find a comfortable refuge in the back of a pickup truck. His apartment, in comparison, sounds like Heaven. She can't help but grin at this point. "I am. I'm right here." It doesn't matter that she's tired. She's so relieved to be with him, and it is absolutely endearing that he's so happy to have her. She's grinning anyway, and she's not even ashamed. She moves closer to him, tentative. She's a bit nervous to say the least, but she swallows hard before giving him a soft, contented kiss. She does pull away, though, not wanting to make him uncomfortable. She didn't know how he'd react.
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"I can’t take this any longer. Help me." ((-sends you all the memes and hopes it's not annoying-))
It’s not annoying. I honestly love it so much we can do all the memes, okay?
Her eyes fill with worry almost instantly. She’s always a bit (well, more than a bit) worried about him.It’s nothing he did, really, but she worries anyway. That’s just what she does. She loves him endlessly. ”What’s wrong, Spencer?”She quirked a brow at him, approaching him andtracing a hand down his cheek. She ran her handsover his torso, smoothing out his shirt. She frets. “I’ll help you in any way that I can. Just tell me what you need help with.”
He hates worrying her, he really does. But he can’t deal with this alone anymore. He’s not coping well, he really isn’t, and he needs to talk to someone before he goes c r a z y.
He’s still hesitating about telling Maeve. He doesn’t want to worry her, and he could easily talk to someone else. But they went through the same traumatic experience, and he knows she’s the best person he could talk to about this. When she traces a hand down his cheek, and then both over his torso to smooth his shirt, he feels a little more relaxed. Her words have a calming affect too, and eventually, he takes a deep breath and begins to speak.
"It’s just…every time I close my eyes, I see Diane with a gun and an arm around your neck. It’s hard to fall asleep, and when I do, I have this recurring nightmare of you -" His breathing hitches and he has to pause, taking a deep breath to calm himself and wiping a hand under his eyes to clear away his tears. When he’s able to speak again, he continues.
”- of you getting…getting shot and killed by Diane, and I wake up screaming and crying, and I can’t sleep anymore after that. And…and every time I look at the scar on my arm from when she shot me, the entire scene plays through my mind and I just can’t deal with this alone anymore!”
It’s a little relieving to get that all off of his chest. The relief is short-lived, however, as the tears start falling again. He quickly wipes them away, but after a few seconds, they start falling again, and he gives up. He doesn’t like crying in front of others, especially not Maeve, but he can’t be bothered to be embarrassed at the current time.
She waits for him to finish, chewing her lower lip. She feels a bit of stress because this is a lot to find out all at once, and she momentarily isn't sure how to help. But, finally, she wraps her arms tight around him, pulling his body flush against hers. "Shh, it's alright, Spencer." She murmurs against the skin of his neck.
"You don't have to deal with it alone, okay, baby? You're not alone. You should've told me before." She says, smoothing her hands over his back and pressing kisses against his skin. "I'm here and I'm alive, okay? You just have to remember it's a dream. You could always call me if you have a nightmare about it. It doesn't bother me any."
She s i g h s. "It would be easier if we lived together, you know that? I think it would help if you woke up to me. I could help you." She releases him slowly and rests her forehead against his. "Maybe you should consider that?" she bites her lip, afraid she maybe overstepped a boundary.
