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

[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*

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Ooo, fun.

Eeeeeew. Sogrosssogrosssogrosssogross! I don't do bugs. *shudders*

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Yes very gross but, here, geek with me a minute...

So I find out I have aprx 15 days of free gameplay thanks to the hacker. Blizz recovered most of what I can tell is missing, and so I hop on my pally who he had farmning stratholme for days straight...
Well I open up my bags to assess the dmg (I checked her last) and I'm looking at my very full of bop blue bags and notice a few goodies he left behind:
Namely, the epic tailoring pattern for the early priest tier robes, the spell for enchant 2h weap +9 intel pattern, and after looking rather befddled for a moment I see the icing on the cake.
Yes, my pretty blood elf pally is now the proud owner of Baron rivendare's fucking skeletal warhorse.
So I got all that goods, all my $ back and then some, stand to make 300 at least off the auctions, and got the corehound pup since hackerdude got an authenticator.

Lmfao. Not bad? Assessing the "dmg" on night elf priest atm...sadly she"s nekkid except for her tabard on the home pg :/

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Nice. Except for the whole naked thing. That kinda sucks. :P

Wants a spoiler for your present? No porn, but an angry Spencer. :3

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Well her gear was in her mailbox, so it was temporary aaannndd lady nite elfs are perty perty sooo wasn't in a hurry to redress her. I am battling the missing gbank items.
Our gbank, which had money in it is empty-
And it has hacker-me logged as taking items out, but "unknown" taking $ out. But shows my ex dep 5k, unknown w/d 5.6k, then ex dep 300 and then unknown w/d 300. Sooo I'm not sure what's going on there.

It is almost leading me to think that maybe ex was behind this tomfoolery.

Hmm.

Doubtful, but this is iffy lookin.

Siiighh

And of course I would like a sneakypeek

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

The naked thing would bother me because of the possible Goldshire whoring that might have gone down. :P

*pats* That's very not good. And wasn't it the ex who just happened to notice someone messing with your account? Definitely sounds iffy to me.

Is very rough, but I'll send you a snippet.

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Hahaha no, I was in sw tho :p hehhe.

Its ok- they left me in shadow so you couldn't rly tell lol.


Yeah its fishy I'm grilling his bro and he was behind the $ thing on garrosh b/c some of them xferred.

Siighh.


And squeeeeee *runs to read*

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Well, that's better than it could have been.

Gah, what an ass. Kick him in the teeth.

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Yeah, what's best, is that was mostly my money- or I put dowwn like 2k to start ugh oh well.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Steal one of his kidneys and sell it on the black market. That should be worth at least 2k, right?

[topetine.livejournal.com]

*giggles* I like this idea

On the other bright side, w/ pally's ret respec she's actually pulling 1500 dps with me facerolling a rotation. Not too bad lol. Gomego.


<3

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

Go for it and woohoo!

[topetine.livejournal.com]

I'm so depressed. Jj...emily. *sobs*

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

I know. *hugs* The thing that makes me angriest is that I read an article a couple of days ago about how they just signed some little teenage stick to be in, like, six episodes. FUCK. THAT.

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Raaaawwrrrrrr. Tine angry! Tine smash cbs!!!b

I am tweeting like crazy and writing angry yet logical letters. Arghhhhhhhhh.

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

No Tine! If you smash CBS, then there will be no more CM at all. Give them a stern talking to, make them apologize and explain that they understand that what they did was wrong, and send them to their rooms without bonuses.

[topetine.livejournal.com]

Lol. With the cast of cm also rawrsmash-y about this I totally vote we just do cm our own way- ninja style with a video cam, the actors and lame props.

(Its all part of my brilliant plan to pet paget, mgg and shemar (hell all of them) mwahaha)

[coffeebuddha.livejournal.com]

*makes puppy eyes* Could...could I help? And by help, I mean tie up MGG, Shemar, Joe, and Gibson and do naughty, naughty things to them.