"Me w/ a Royal Canadian mounted policewoman looking for dangerous intruders at the dinosaur ball"

On the jet, Spencer got out his PC and recapped all of his nightmares. He tried to remember as much as possible. *Some of these weren't as gruesome.* he thought. The doc's thoughts were interrupted briefly when he heard Musica coming from someone's phone. "What's that?" he asked. "It's just music, genius." Derek answered tiredly. "I know THAT, Mr. Grump." Spencer replied getting più agitated da the minute. "What is wrong with you?" Derek asked as if he were clueless. "What wrong with ME?" Spencer remarked sarcastically.

"Both of te cool it!" Hotch scolded. Spencer and Derek quietly scowled...

Fanfic written da mcgarrygirl78 on livejournal.com.
A funny and short one, yes H/P, but also the Team. ;)
Enjoy! :D
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I will see your ten, and…” Emily looked at her cards. “Raise te 20.”

“Well its getting hot now, folks.” Derek fanned himself, laughed, and drank his beer.

Hotch looked at his cards, Emily, and his cards again. Reid leaned close to whisper.

“I don’t think she is bluffing Hotch.”

The Unit Chief would not be swayed. She had the best poker face he had ever seen but he would follow his gut. This was definitely his game…Emily...

Late that night, Spencer was making a diary of the past nightmares he had. He was careful about the gruesome stuff. He added mainly his relapses. The main reason why he did that was these nightmares had occurred before and during the time of the case in Sacramento. The doc turned and took a sip of his water then noticed Derek. Derek had fallen asleep after sometime. This gave Spencer a reason to look at the time. "Whoa!" he whispered loudly.

The time was 2:35 A.M.! "I have GOT to sleep!" Spencer muttered as he closed his PC. He put the now closed PC on a tavolo and went to bed. Luckily, he had...

Later that day, Spencer couldn't stop thinking about talk to Robert in his dream. *I sought closure!* he thought. Closure was the thing Spencer needed if something like Maeve's death happened. From family members to friends, te name it. Even if it occurred in a dream. Spencer snapped out of his thoughts when JJ came into the room. "You know about the unsub's location?" she asked.

"Yeah, we think he was raised right here in Sacramento all his life." Spencer answered. "He never wanted to leave town." he continued. "Why does that surprise me?" JJ asked. Spencer took a bite of something he was...