secondi of emotion

Written da Montiese, lairofthemuses@LJ.
Note: SPOILERS from 5.01 Faceless, Nameless!


Sometimes It Hurts So Bad, It Feels So Bad

“You need to go home and get some rest.” Hotch said. His tone was drowsy; he didn’t even open his eyes. He knew she was there, he could feel her. He could smell the powdery sweetness of Vera Wang Sheer Veil.

“That’s one of the silliest things you’ve ever said.”

The nurses had brought Emily a più comfortable chair. It still wasn’t quite comfortable but at least she was able to curl up in it and watch him sleep.

“Em, you're working on four hours of sleep,...

Written da kingsmeadroad.



Shelter from the Storm

It had been, without a doubt, one of the worst cases he had ever seen. Five boys aged between 6 and 8, raped, tortured, beaten and tossed aside like trash, thrown into a brook in Oregon. It had taken them a relatively short time to find the killer, Thomas Wicks- and Hotch was pacified to hear that the chances of him escaping capital punishment were slim. Nonetheless, it was no satisfaction for the families of the dead, and the journey home had been littered with a dark, deep, encroaching sadness. Nobody had spoken.

When they landed at the BAU and...

An H/P quickshot, written da chandlerina@LJ.
Enjoy! :)
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When your dark brown eyes turn black

the blinds are shut and the door is closed
"they can't know, te can't tell them",
your breath so hot against my skin
a shiver running down my spine


your fingers touch me everywhere
my back against your desk
papers scattered on the floor
my breath caught mid-word


losing control isn't like you
and your dark eyes are locked with mine
your grip firm around my wrists
holding me in place


though i want to fight for power,
though i don't like losing either
my skin burns beneath...

Written da ilovetvalot.
After episodes 5x01-5x03.



Broken

Weaving her way through the maze of empty desks in the BAU bullpen, Emily made her way back to her chair. Flipping off her computer, her mouth tightened as she noticed the light still shining through the slit blinds of his office window. She sighed deeply and dropped her head. He was going to kill himself if he kept going like this. She understood his obsession. If she’d had to give up her child because of the whims of a madman, she honestly didn’t think she’d be recitazione any differently. But that didn’t change the fact that his ongoing...

Written da Sienna27 on fanfiction.net
This is Part 2 from 4.



EMILY POV

My Best Laid Plans

I fear I’ve made a terrible mistake.

I Amore my husband. I adore my daughter. I know I have a good life. I’m lucky.

Blessed.

But I feel like something’s missing. That this isn’t how it was supposed to be. That my husband, the good, kind, decent man who loves me, who fathered my child, wasn’t supposed to be the one.

That Lucy’s daddy should have been someone else.

The someone else that I danced with on my wedding day. The someone else I saw slip out immediately afterwards. His features etched with pain....