secondi of emotion

Written da Sienna27.



All About Natale Eve

‘What the hell?’

Aaron Hotchner stopped and stared at the brightly wrapped package sitting in the middle of his desk.

Furrowing his brow, he slowly stepped further into the room and crossed over to his desk.

Okay . . . he stared down in consternation . . . this was most definitely not here when he left for the anno end avvolgere up meeting with Strauss and the other unit chiefs.

So where did it come from?

Then he noticed the card half hidden underneath the box.

Ah . . . he reached over to pick it up . . . that should solve the mystery.

His eyebrow went up...

Written da Montiese, lairofthemuses@LJ.




Curiouser and Curiouser

Emily ignored the chill as she sat on the concrete steps at the Days Inn. Blowing the poison out of her lungs, she looked up at the starry night. It was so beautiful…how could something so atrocious happen right beneath it. What kind of monster strangled the life out of teenage girls? Who ha rubato, stola their innocence before watching the light fade from their eyes? Who dumped them on the side of the road as if their lives meant nothing?

Emily sighed, taking a pull on her beer. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever be able to get the look...

Written da chiroho.



A Hard giorno at Work

It seemed to be any regular work day, though with the BAU a regular work giorno could be pretty hairy at times, but this one didn’t seem to be like it could end up that way – at least when I’d first arrived and started in on the perpetual stack of three weeks’ worth of paperwork crowding my desk. Maybe if I concentrated, I could catch up on at least a few days worth da lunch.

As the team slowly trickled in, I noted their presence as I looked down through the blinds in my office into the bullpen. Dave, unusually, was the first to arrive, and waved at...

A short and funny fanfic, written da mcgarrygirl78 on livejournal.com.
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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 Prentiss was going down. She’d...