Prompt Me 11

[coffeebuddha]

Title: Prompt Me
Author: coffeebuddha
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Penelope Garcia/Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid/Aaron Hotchner
Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me.
Summary: A collection based on prompts from staringout.
Warnings: Implied character death. Skip the first prompt if that bothers you.

Feedback is always appreciated.

 

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#444-write about the last call

"You have reached the Temple of Blinding Magnificence. What can your head priestess do for you?"

"Garcia, have you heard from Morgan yet?" Penelope sat up a little straighter at Hotch's voice. There was something off about it, but she couldn't quite pinpoint what.

"Yes, sir, I most certainly have. He's on his way with Rossi and Prentiss to intercept the unsub now. He told me all about your heroics. Running in without backup? Who are you, Morgan? You're just lucky that he took off instead of sticking around to fight back." Hotch laughed, but he didn't sound very amused. Penelope shook her head. The big lug could have really gotten himself hurt. "Is anyone on their way to pick you up yet?" She asked, happily using her purple feathered pencil to push an Oracle action figure into the open arms of Batman .

"Someone's on their way. I don't think they'll get here in time, but they're on their way," Hotch said, his voice sounding rougher, odder than before. He coughed, a wet, mangled sounding cough that definitely wasn't right. Penelope frowned and gripped her pencil so tightly that her fingers turned white.

"What do you mean 'won't get there in time'? In time for what?" The pencil snapped in her hand and Penelope threw it down on her desk with exasperation.

"I need you to do something for me." Hotch was so quiet that Penelope automatically checked that her equipment was still fully connected.

"Aaron, what aren't you telling me? What's wrong?" For several seconds, the only sound on the line was Hotch's rough, uneven breathing. Penelope tapped her fingers nervously against her armrests, her own breath caught in her throat. When Hotch finally spoke again, his voice was thick with what she suddenly recognized as pain.

"I need you to stay on the phone with me. Please, don't hang up. Stay with me. Penelope, I need," Aaron cut himself off with another hacking cough that made Penelope's chest ache with sympathy.

Penelope closed her stinging eyes tightly and swallowed back a sob. "I'm right here, baby. I'm not going anywhere."

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#438-an empty bottle, a pair of chopsticks, and a melted candle

They had finished the case, but most of the team barely wanted to expend the energy it would take to travel back to their hotel, much less go through a six hour flight, so Hotch had cleared it so that they could stay overnight. There was a small grocery store next to the hotel and Derek had at it to pick up a few things before heading to Spencer's room. When he opened the door, Spencer was already dressed for bed in a pair of Derek's too big shorts and one of his old football shirts, but he waved him in with a sleepy, pleased smile.

Derek microwaved a couple of 'authentic Asian cuisine' frozen dinners, while Spencer went into the bathroom to grab the complimentary plastic cups to drink the cheap wine out of. They were quiet, only starting to talk when the bottle was nearly empty. Derek topped off their drinks and produced candle from the plastic grocery bag to stick in it. Spencer laughed when it took three matches for Derek to light it. Derek pulled a face and poked him with his chopsticks.

By the time the candle was little more than a stub, they were curled up together at the head of the bed, the glow of moonlight and candlelight throwing the soft shadows over them.

"Today was a bad day," Derek said softly, his grip around Spencer tightening.

"Yeah," Spencer agreed. He pressed his face into the curve of Derek's neck and inhaled deeply. "It definitely could have gone better."

Derek's fingers absently stroked Spencer's waist through his thin cotton shirt. "We almost died." Spencer made a quiet, protesting sound, but Derek continued. "We didn't, but we could have, Spencer. Next time we might not be so lucky. It made me realize that I've never told you that I love you."

Spencer's fingers curled against Derek's chest and his warm breath felt shaky against his neck. "I love you too, Derek."

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#407-write about the ten minutes before the story begins

Reid pressed Aaron back against his desk, remarkably aggressive for someone who usually acted so reserved. Aaron gasped for breath as Reid kissed down his neck, his long, elegant fingers making short work of Aaron's tie and shirt buttons. "We can't do this," Aaron managed to force out as Reid's hands-amazing, miraculous, talented hands-slipped lower.

"Why not," Spencer asked, his voice muffled against Aaron's chest. "Because of the rules? No offense, Hotch, but screw the rules."

"No," Aaron panted, one hand fisted in Reid's hair and the other stroking down his back to cup the younger man's ass.

"Why not, then?" Reid dropped to his knees, too absorbed in getting Aaron's belt off to pay too much attention to what he was saying.

"Because we're at work and I didn't lock the door," Hotch said, just as the doorknob started to turn.

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Part One/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six/Part Seven/Part Eight/Part Nine/Part Ten/Part Twelve/Part Thirteen

 

I totally cheated on that last one by taking a comment fic from yesterday and slapping an appropriate prompt on it. Oh well.

Happy birthday to topetine! You can claim these as yours if you want, but I'm planning on trying to write something longer and more awesome for you tomorrow. <3

Comments

[topetine.livejournal.com]

I like both amazing and disasteerrssss.


:D

And omg ew my dads cousins have super b.o. Ew.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Ewwwwwwwwwww.

OMG, my stomach's trying to vacate my body. Do not want! D:

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Lol and they're creepy. Vinny tried to go for the reach around yesterday, I threatened to stab him with a fork.

^^

Oh dear soon we will be heading to sacremento

Omg stupidest comment ever "omg in alligator alley in florida you really see alligators" no, really?

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

*headdesk* So very not okay.

Florida has alligators? O.O Reeeeaaaaally?

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Yeah, on the bright side prolly won't have to see them again til grandpa dies, which I hope (for grandpa's and my sake) is not any time soon.


No, we don't have gators, they're just big, scaly flightless birds...like penguins with teeth :p

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

I wish you and your grandpa the best of luck.

Oh, I always wondered what those were. ;)

Making headway on research for your fic. It should be...interesting. I'm hoping to start writing it tonight. Cross fingers!

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Yesss indeed!!! Lol.

Yes, and the florida penguins love to be hugged lol.

Omg yaiiiii!!! *squeeeeeeee* once I get settled I will set to your ficcie hehe.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

I will hug a florida penguin the very next time I see one! I know that you would only ever tell me the truth. :D

OMG, I need to borrow a family law expert for a little bit.. sd;fjadslfsdf; Seriously. The internet is failing hard right now.

Yay for fics for me! <3

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Hahaha indeeeed. :p naw,no huggin the gators

Aww boo! :( if you needed help with crim law I'd be useful lol. Sorryyy!

*hugs*

It might be tomorrow by the time I start- I can't seem to move lol.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Aw, sad day. :(

Ended up typing up a list of my questions and posting them on a law forum. Finally getting somewhere. Yay!

Take as much time as you need to recover. *pats* Flying is surprisingly exhausting.

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Wooohooo for progressss! And just think how smarter
you'll be after!


Hehe yeah, time change is killing me. After 10 days I was adjusted, so now I'm like where did all my time go!?

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Well, the answers I've gotten are very broad, generalizations, so I might still need to do more research, but at least I have a place to start now.

It evaporated into the ether. Good luck with that one. ;)

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Aww well you can ask followups!! And starting pts are good too!!!

Yeah :/ worst is I have to "work" tomorrow boohiss. Lol.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

That's my thought.

Work? With the pretty cops and the shiny handcuffs and the sexy holsters? Oh, that will be horrible. Bitch.

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Well the cops aren't always there. They wander. And not all of them are chatty.

And I'm starting my second shift so I dunno who my 2ndary partner is. It may be torturous. Lol.

*blows kisses*

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Still, there's a rather decent forecast for cops in your immediate future, so...yeah. Good luck with the partner thing!

*blows raspberries*

[topetine.livejournal.com]

*laughs* true, but knowing me s/he will be rude, married and unnatractive :p

*pouts* I'll send you a pic of a hot local cop out of uniform when I get to the puter next lol.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Knew there was a reason I like you. *glee for picture* My mind went to dirty places when I read 'out of uniform'. >:D

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Hehehhehehehehehhehe. Well if it makes you feel better, he IS shirtless. (He was in one of the bands I used to shoot. :D)

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

:D Excuse me while I giggle to myself for a second...

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Heheheh you are excuseddd :) I'm so totally crashing. Nooommm sleeps. I catch u tomorrow darling!

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

I'm gonna try and get a chapter or so done on this fic before I go to bed. G'night!

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Super duper squeeeeee!!!!!b!


I will probably be struck w/ sudden insomnia once I get in bed lol.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Warm milk? Sleeping pill? Shot of hard liquor?

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Lol I'll try and tucker myself our first-see what's up w/ my wow acct
And yeah, just found the monster of all palmetto bugs in the guest bathroom... It almost didn't get sucked up by the vacuum hose. *shudders*