Prompt Me 11
Jun. 12th, 2010 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coffeebuddhaAuthor: 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
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staringout.Warnings: Implied character death. Skip the first prompt if that bothers you.
Feedback is always appreciated.
#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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I totally cheated on that last one by taking a comment fic from yesterday and slapping an appropriate prompt on it. Oh well.
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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
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Date: 2010-06-16 01:41 am (UTC)(Its all part of my brilliant plan to pet paget, mgg and shemar (hell all of them) mwahaha)
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Date: 2010-06-16 01:43 am (UTC)And by help, I mean tie up MGG, Shemar, Joe, and Gibson and do naughty, naughty things to them.no subject
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Date: 2010-06-16 01:59 am (UTC)Well, the very small silver lining is that they aren't getting rid of Emily altogether. For now. The bastards. And there's great potential for some lovely comfort fic to come out of all this. =/ It's not much, but it's the best I can think of to come out of this shitty situation.
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Date: 2010-06-16 02:06 am (UTC)I hate cbs. They're so mean.
And yes. I may write some comfort fic soon lol.
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Date: 2010-06-16 02:11 am (UTC)"Have you seen the cars some of those executives drive? I think someone's overcompensating!"
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