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uwmspeccoll · 2 years

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Marbled Monday

Today’s lovely marbling comes from the book The Lives of Dr. John Donne, Sir Henry Wotton, Mr. Richard Hooker, Mr. George Herbert, and Dr. Robert Sanderson by Isaac (or Izaak) Walton (1593-1683). Walton is best known as the author of The Compleat Angler, a book of verse and proses about the spirit and art of fishing.

Walton’s original biographies of these men were published individually over time and then as a collection in 1670 and then again with subsequent additions in various editions. This edition was published in 1807 and was printed by T. Wilson and R. Spence in York, England.

The marbling mainly features a nice reddish-orange color sprinkled over blue, black, and cream. You can see the color difference between photographs of the marbled paper and the final image here, which was captured with our flatbed scanner. The scanner image better shows the pops of blue in the marbling, but the photographs come much closer to the actual color of the reddish-orange. To create this pattern, the darker colors would have been dropped into the water/sizing combination first, followed by the reddish-orange and the cream color, causing the darker colors to constrict and create the look we see here. This is called a Turkish pattern, though it seems like the term is sort of loosely associated with this method more than being strictly about the pattern.

The cover is blind stamped with a nice diamond pattern and the edges of the book are marbled to match the end sheets. There are two bookplates on the front end sheets, one for a Henry Cockburn and the other for David Cleghorn Thomson. Both were Scottish!

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-- Alice, Special Collections Department Manager

#Marbled Monday #marbling #marbled paper #John Donne #Sir Henry Wotton #Richard Hooker #George Herbert #Robert Sanderson #Izaak Walkton #Isaac Walton #T. Wilson and R. Spence #York #Turkish marbling #patterned paper #paper marbling #Henry Cockburn #David Cleghorn Thomson

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mythcreant · 2 years

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George Miller’s third post-apocalyptic showdown, Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome – pitting pre-scandal Mel Gibson’s action hero against Tina Turner’s power-mad queen, with help from a group of desert orphans – sallied forth on July 10, 1985.

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Mad Max 2: The Road Warrior (1981)

Everything that was tested and set up in Mad Max comes to explosive fruition in The Road Warrior, a sequel so good, so superior to its predecessor it’s almost a bit discouraging. If you can’t up the ante, the action, the characterization and the excitement the way this film does… maybe you shouldn’t even bother turning your one film into a franchise.

Nuclear war has devastated the planet and in Australia, the survivors barely cling to sanity. After losing his family, “Mad” Max Rockatansky (Mel Gibson) has become a wandering marauder, caring for little other than his dog, his next meal, and the fuel he needs to keep drifting. When his path crosses with the last reasonable people on the continent, he finds himself torn between helping them escape from the Lord Humungous (Kjell Nilsson) and his gang of sadistic motorists or continuing his aimless travels.

Let’s not beat around the bush. The Road Warrior is one of the greatest action films ever made. The focus is on the action, specifically, the crashes, chases and on-board vehicular combat. When this film smashes a car, it doesn’t joke around. It annihilates its props like a little kid throwing a Lego airplane out the window of an apartment building. Captured on camera, it soothes a primal desire to see things utterly destroyed. It isn’t mindless carnage, however, The Road Warrior is also telling a story whose every nuance you’re not going to catch at first. In this film, you will find one of the best examples of how to do an anti-hero right.

In an early scene, Max and a fellow survivor (Bruce Spence as the Gyro Captain) look through spyglasses at a couple who are viciously attacked by Lord Humongous’ minions. It tells us volumes because Max DOESN’T react. You can tell by the expression on the Gyro Captain’s face that even for this world, what's happening below is disturbing. That sinking realization that Max isn’t going to swoop in and save the day makes you understand how broken a setting this is. As the film progresses and Rockatansky slowly regains his humanity, there’s plenty of glee to be found, but in the back of your mind you never forget just how bad things could go.

This is an extremely efficient film that does a lot with little. The leather-clad maniacs of the desert are an evolution of today's motorcycle riders and unmistakably fetishistic. Compare them with the civilized people who call upon Max for help. It tells you everything you need to know about the conflict. “These ones are bad, those ones are good.” The way characters react – or don’t react – to bloodshed makes you understand their inner workings in a way that allows you to care about what is happening without taking too much time away from the real reason you’re here – the action. It’s a simple story. There are no extraneous love plots or details about peoples’ tragic upbringings. And yet, there are many clues to what life here is like found between the lines. No one feels underwritten and the world they’re in feels real without the need for exposition.

The Road Warrior builds to an explosive climax whose length and ferocity is one of a kind. The first time I saw it, the sequence blew my mind. I just couldn’t believe how long it lasted and how nerve-wracking it was. You would expect repeat viewings to be less engaging, but they aren’t. Over and over again, The Road Warrior proves itself to be a marvellously paced, extremely efficient blast of adrenaline that delivers both the action you crave and the character development necessary to ensure you care what will happen next. (On Blu-ray, April 21, 2018)

#Mad Max #Mad Max 2 #The Road Warrior #George Miller #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Terry Hayes #Mel Gibson #Bruce Spence #Mike Preston #Vernon Wells #1981 movies #1981 films

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talkaboutmovies · 2 years

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Trailer to “Mad Max”, going by “Mad Max 2″ or “The Road Warrior”.One of the greatest action films ever. Memorable characters and set design. Incredible stunts. Gibson and Bruce Spence are great together.

#The Road Warrior #Mad Max #Mad Max 2 #Bruce Spence #George Miller #movie trailer

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Misbehaving Bodies: Jo Spence & Oreet Ashery [exhibition]

“Jo Spence and Oreet Ashery: Misbehaving Bodies brings together two artists who explore the representation of chronic illness and experiences of care.”- George Vasey

#jo spence #order Asher’s #George Casey #illness #bodies #body #does ease #exhibition #art #care #chronic illness #experience

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roguerebels · 1 year

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The High Republic: Quest for the Hidden City Review!

Winged monsters! Jedi with shields! Lost cities! Survival horror! Pathfinding in the dark! Check out Sal's review of The High Republic: Quest for the Hidden City! #StarWarsBooks #TheHighRepublic

“Pathfinders are resourceful. It’s in our nature.”Silandra Sho Jedi Silandra Sho, Padawan Rooper Nitani, and their pathfinder team are sent in to locate another missing pathfinder team! They find themselves on a lifeless world searching the mysterious abandoned ruins haunted by shadowy creatures! George Mann brings us a spooky story set in the shadows of this age of exploration. Complete with…

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Mel Gibson is 'The Road Warrior' on HBO Max

Mel Gibson is ‘The Road Warrior’ on HBO Max

Mel Gibson is Max, the lone rider of the apocalypse, in The Road Warrior (1982), George Miller’s desert epic of end-of-the-world savagery, high octane action, and the dream of a better future sprouting in the desolate Australian outback. This apocalypse isn’t nuclear Armageddon. It’s a world that has burned through its reserves of oil and gas, apparently all that has kept society from collapsing…

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#1982 #Blu-ray #Bruce Spence #DVD #Emil Minty #George Miller #HBO Max #Kjell Nilsson #Mad Max II: The Road Warrior #Max Phipps #Mel Gibson #Michael Preston #The Road Warrior #Vernon Welles #Virginia Hey #VOD

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financeprincess · 2 years

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Gaining & Maintaining Power: A Reading List

Power & Manipulation

48 Laws of Power by Robert Green

The Prince by Machiavelli

Games People Play: The Basic Handbook of Transactional Analysis by Eric Berne

The Dictator's Handbook: Why Bad Behavior is Almost Always Good Politics by Bruce Bueno de Mesquita

Power: Why Some People Have It - And Others Don't by Jeffrey Pfeffer

The Wisdom of Psychopaths: What Saints, Spies, and Serial Killers Can Teach Us About Success by Kevin Dutton

Charisma & Social Skills

How to Win Friends and Influence People by Dale Carnegie

Crucial Conversations: Tools for Talking When Stakes Are High by Kerry Patterson

How to Talk to Anyone: 92 Little Tricks for Big Success in Relationships by Leil Lowndes

The Charisma Myth: How Anyone Can Master the Art and Science of Personal Magnetism by Olivia Fox Cabane

Captivate: The Science of Succeeding with People by Vanessa Van Edwards

Never Eat Alone, And the Other Secrets to Success, One Relationship at a Time by Keith Ferrazzi

The Like Switch: An Ex-FBI Agent's Guide to Influencing, Attracting, and Winning People Over by Jack Schafer

Persuasion

The Art of Seduction by Robert Green

Influence: The Psychology of Persuasion by Robert Cialdini

Win Bigly: Persuasion in a World Where Facts Don't Matter by Scott Adams

Pre-Suasion: Channeling Attention for Change by Robert Cialdini

Win Your Case: How to Present, Persuade, and Prevail, Every Place, Every Time by Gerry Spence

Nudge: Improving Decisions About Health, Wealth, and Happiness by Richard Thaler

Methods of Persuasion: How to Use Psychology to Influence Human Behavior by Nick Kolenda

You Can Read Anyone: Never Be Fooled, Lied to, or Taken Advantage of Again by David Lieberman

Influencer: The New Science of Leading Change by Kerry Patterson

Psychology

Thinking, Fast and Slow by Daniel Kahneman

The Art of Choosing by Sheena Iyengar

Drive: The Surprising Truth About What Motivates Us by Daniel Pink

Predictably Irrational: The Hidden Forces That Shape Our Decisions by Dan Ariely

Emotional Intelligence by Daniel Goleman

The Laws of Human Nature by Robert Green

Philosophy and Mindset

Meditations by Marcus Aurelius

Letters from a Stoic by Seneca

Man's Search for Meaning by Viktor Frankl

Mastery by Robert Green

The Law of Success by Napoleon Hill

Antifragile: Things That Gain from Disorder by Nassim Taleb

The Daily Stoic by Ryan Holiday

Ikigai: The Japanese Secret to a Long and Happy Life by Hector Garcia

Public Speaking, Rhetoric, and Debating

Rhetoric by Aristotle

How to Argue & Win Every Time by Gerry Spence

The Quick and Easy Way to Effective Speaking by Dale Carnegie

The Art of Public Speaking by Dale Carnegie

Talk Like TED: The 9 Public Speaking Secrets of the World's Top Minds by Carmine Gallo

Verbal Judo: The Gentle Art of Persuasion by George Thompson, PhD

Thank You for Arguing by Jay Heinrichs

p.s. a lot of these can be found on z-library.

xoxo ❤️

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Best Kept Secret

Summary: You and Spencer have been dating for a year, but his team doesn't know about you...yet...

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Y/N

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: secret relationship, established relationship, talk of Haley's death/George Foyet, canon typical violence, use of y/n, quick mention of lingerie, kissing, not proof read. I think that's it, let me know if I missed anything!

It was you and Spencer’s first anniversary. Over the last year, the two of you had cultivated a wonderful relationship full of love. Things had gotten serious between the two of you; he had taken you to Vegas to meet his mom, and he had met your parents. When he was in town and not working a case, you practically lived at his apartment. All of your friends knew him and loved him. The only thing that was a little weird was that you hadn’t met any of his friends yet. After a couple months of dating you had begun to question whether or not they even existed, but overhearing phone calls, you were just left confused as to why he hadn’t introduced you to them yet. After all, he spent more time away working cases with them than he did with you.

Spencer was away all week on what seemed to be a pretty tough case (he neglected to share the details because you couldn’t even handle scary movies, let alone the real life horrors he had to deal with everyday at work). He had been gone for longer than usual, and you weren’t even sure that he would be home for the anniversary dinner you had been so looking forward to. When he called from the airport telling you he was on his way home, you were elated.

You got ready for the evening, putting on the lingerie you knew Spencer loved so much. You threw on a floral print sundress over it, in an attempt to combat the oppressive July heat. You curled your hair and painted your lips Spencer’s favorite shade of pink. To put it bluntly, you looked smoking hot. You got in your car and headed to the restaurant where you and Spencer had gone on your first date. He was heading there straight from the airport, so you were stuck driving alone.

When you pulled into the parking lot, you saw Spencer waiting by the door, flowers in hand. You were so excited to see him after having been apart for a week that you couldn’t get out of the car fast enough.

“Spence!” You practically shrieked as you threw your arms around his neck.

“Hey baby!” He said as he placed a quick kiss on your lips.

The two of you went inside and began to enjoy a romantic dinner together. However, things took a turn pretty quickly. You weren’t a profiler, but you knew Spencer well enough to know that was extremely uncomfortable right now.

“What’s wrong honey?” You asked with furrowed brows. He was staring off behind you, at God knows what, totally ignoring what you were trying to ask him.

You turned around to follow his line of sight, and landed on a table with three women sitting at it, two blondes and a brunette.

You turned back to Spencer and once again asked, “Spence, seriously what’s wrong? Do you know them or something?”

“Uh-um-what? No. I’m fine, everything’s fine.” He sputtered as he snapped back into reality.

“Are you sure?” You questioned, determined to get something out of him.

“Yeah no I’m great,” He said, reaching across the table to take your hand, “I’m just happy to be here with you.”

As sweet as he was being, you were not stratified with his answer at all. Your mind buzzed with possibilities of what could be going on that brain of his. If he didn’t know them, why would he be acting so funny? Why would he have been watching them like that?

You turned back around to take another quick glance at the women, but this time, they were looking right at you. The three of them exchanged glances that only a group of best friends could understand. They began to talk, seemingly about you, but you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why.

Your attention was brought back to Spencer by the sound of his voice rattling off facts about the kind of wine you were drinking; what kind of grapes they used to make it and what part of France it was from. He seemed to be back to his normal self, so you decided to just carry on with the rest of the night like normal.

Once the two of you were in the car, heading back to his apartment, Spencer’s phone started blowing up. He looked down at the screen before pocketing it, ignoring the incessant buzzing the whole way home. It was so obvious he was hiding something, wasn’t it? Spencer was never one to ignore his phone, due to the nature of his job. The more it buzzed, the more uncomfortable he looked.

By the time you got upstairs to his apartment, you had had enough.

“Okay, seriously Spence, what is going on with you? First those girls at the restaurant and now your phone?” You had started off sounding calm, but your tone became increasingly more aggravated as you spoke.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to upset you. It’s just…” He trailed off.

“It’s just what, Spencer?”

“I lied. I do know those women at the restaurant. It was JJ, Penelope, and Prentiss.” He finally conceded, looking at you with big, brown, puppy dog eyes that begged you not to be too mad.

“Oh,” You started unsure of what to say, “Why didn’t you introduce me? I haven’t met any of them yet, it might be nice.” You said softly.

Spencer sighed and looked at the floor. “I’m just not sure I’m ready to take that step yet, Y/N.”

“But why?” You asked, “I’ve met your mother. And you’ve met all of my friends. We’ve been together a year, I just don’t understand why I can’t meet them? Are you embarrassed of me or something?” The thought had crossed your mind before, but you had been too embarrassed to vocalize it until this moment.

Spencer grabbed your hand and pulled you over to sit on the couch beside him. He cupped your face in his hands and pressed his forehead to yours.

He spoke gently, his voice barely above a whisper, “I would never be embarrassed of you. I am so proud to call you my girlfriend.”

You were tearing up now. “Then why are you hiding me from them?”

Spencer sighed and put his elbows on his knees, cradling his head in his hands. He stayed that way for a minute, trying to figure out what to say to you. He settled on the truth.

“I know you don’t like to hear about my work, but if you want to know the truth, you’re going to have to hear it. Okay?” He looked at you for permission and you nodded, a look of concern spreading across your face.

“Before you and I met, Hotch was married. We had been hunting this serial killer, George Foyet, for years, but it all came to a head when we found out that he had gotten to Haley, Hotch’s wife, and Jack. We raced to save them, but we were too late. When we showed up Haley had been shot and there was nothing anyone could have done to save her. Thankfully, Jack was okay.”

You were both crying now. Between muffled sobs you managed to choke out, “That’s horrible. I can’t even imagine what that must have been like for Hotch.”

“Yeah,” He sighed, “It was bad. Foyet was angry that Hotch wouldn’t stop looking for him, so he used Haley to punish him. My job is dangerous, Y/N. I just wouldn’t be able to take it if something happened to you because of it. I guess-I guess I just wanted to keep you as far away from it all as I could.”

You nodded, climbing into his lap. “I understand now. That all makes sense. You don’t have to introduce them to me. Not if you’re uncomfortable. We can wait as long as you want.”

Right as you said that, Spencer’s phone started buzzing again. He chuckled, “I might not have a choice.” He laughed as he picked up his phone.

“What do you mean?” You asked, confused.

“Well, you know how the girls saw us at the restaurant? They have decided to alert the team that I was out on a date via the BAU group chat. I don’t think they’re ever going to let this go.” He laughed.

You climbed farther into his lap, trying to peer at his phone screen. “Let me see what they're saying!” You demanded.

Spencer handed you the phone and let you scroll through all the messages about you. It started as them being confused about who Spencer would be out with. Apparently, Penelope snapped a sneaky photo of the two of you holding hands and sent it to everyone. The rest of the group chat was mostly Morgan talking about how you were ‘wayyy too hot to be out with pretty boy’ and Penelope plotting how she was going to convince Spencer to bring you to dinner at Rossi’s next week.

You perked up when you saw the message about the dinner. “Do you think-you think maybe we could go?” You asked Spencer coyly, not wanting to overstep.

He grinned. “I don’t think we could get out of it if we tried.”

Thanks for reading! I've just started writing these again, so let me know if there's anything you want to read!

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#spencer reid #criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut

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WELCOME

hello! my names maylee and i go by she/her :)

WHAT I WRITE:

i write fluff, angst and smut. feel free to request whatever you want. although i may be uncomfortable with certain topics. i will just archive them to make you still feel comfortable without feeling shamed :)

this is my general character list. i write for several characters listed below. this list isn’t all of the characters i will write for. i usually don’t accept request with characters i don’t write for, but occasionally i forget to add some. feel free to request either way!

HARRY POTTER:

ron weasley, george weasley, fred weasley, ginny weasley, harry potter, hermione granger, cedric diggory, luna lovegood, sirius black, remus lupin, neville longbottom, james potter, lily potter, and fleur delacour

CRIMINAL MINDS

aaron hotchner, spence reid, derek morgan, elle greenaway, emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, matt simmons, and luke alves

NHL + NFL

trevor zegras, jack hughes, luke hughes, quinn hughes, nico hischier, jamie drysdale, vince dunn, joe burrow, matthew knies, ethan edwards, mitch marner, rutger mcgroarty, luca fantilli, and mark estapa

SCREAM

sidney prescott, stu macher, gale weathers, samantha carpenter, tara carpenter, jill roberts, tatum riley, roman bridger, mikey aliteri, amber freeman, chad meeks martin, quinn bailey, we hicks, anika kayoko, and ethan landry

OUTER BANKS

rafe cameron, sarah cameron, topper thornton, jj, john b, and kiara

THE HUNGER GAMES

finnick odair, peeta mellark, katniss everdeen, cato, lucy gray,and young snow

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spourtneys · 2 months

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new spence haircut or just too much gel? only time will tell...... his george lucas era is so beautiful and intriguing to me

#spencer agnew #i love when my little guys are blurry and pixelated in the background its like. whya re you so small #smoshblr

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fatecantstopme · 1 year

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I Can't Lose You

PART FOUR

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader

Summary: The BAU team is hunting a sadistic murderer and you go undercover to reveal his identity and catch him in the act. Things don’t go according to plan and so much is revealed about you, your team, and your boss…things that will change all of your lives forever.

Warnings: Cursing. Lots of angst. Sweet fluffy fluff. SMUT, oral (M & F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V)

A/N: Series should be read in order or it won't make sense. This part also jumps between different Hotch's and Isabelle's POVs.

Part One, Part Two, Part Three

**********One Week Later

You never thought you would be this happy to be back in DC. There were too many people, it was too congested, too dirty—but it was home. Well you weren’t exactly home, but you were a lot closer to it than you had been a few hours prior.

You shifted your weight and the handsome man beside you looked at you with concern.

You smiled at him. “Just moving, Aaron. Relax.”

He blushed. “You know I worry.”

“And that’s quite sweet of you, but it’s not necessary.”

“Deal with it…I’m never going to stop.”

You chuckled lightly. “I think I’m okay with that.”

The two of you were on your way to George Washington University Hospital in downtown DC. You were a couple minutes out and you were dreading being stuck in a hospital bed again. The only saving grace was that you could see your family.

A few minutes later, Hotch pulled into the parking garage and helped you get out and into a wheelchair. You hated feeling so weak and having to rely on someone else agitated you, but you were still in too much pain to walk on your own. Hotch wheeled you into the elevator and you began the ascent to the rehab floor.

“You ready?” he asked when the elevator doors opened.

You nodded and he wheeled you out. He already knew what room you’d been assigned to and when he wheeled you in, your jaw dropped in surprise.

“There she is!” Morgan said loudly.

Tears welled in your eyes as you took in the room. Every member of your team was crammed into the small room. Your heart filled with joy and you grinned. “Hey guys.”

Penelope rushed over, practically running over Morgan in the process. “I would hug you, but I don’t wanna hurt you. Oh I’m so happy to see you!” she blurted.

You laughed. “I’m so happy to see you too, PG.” You squeezed her hand just as Morgan stepped forward.

“Hey now, don’t hog my girl,” he said with a grin.

You laughed and squeezed his hand too. “I missed you too, D.”

“I missed you more, Iz.” He leaned down and kissed the top of your head, then stepped aside to let Rossi see you.

He had tears in his eyes and it nearly broke your heart. “I’m so glad you’re home,” he said softly.

“Me too, Dave. Me too.” You reached out and took both of his hands in yours. He smiled at you and gave them a gentle squeeze.

When he stepped back, Emily came forward.

“Em,” you said lightly.

“I’m trying not to cry,” she said with a chuckle. “I need to maintain my persona.”

You smiled as tears stung your eyes. “Good, because if you cry, then I’ll cry and it’ll be a huge mess.”

Everyone laughed and Emily gave your hand a squeeze.

JJ came up to you and you could tell that she’d been crying. “J…” you said softly.

“Oh, I’m fine! I’m just so glad you’re okay.” Her voice was light, but you could tell she had been worrying nonstop.

You gave them both a smile. “I love you guys.” You looked around the room. “All of you.”

Your eyes landed on the one person that you’d been dying to see. “Spence,” you said softly.

He was looking at you timidly and he didn’t move closer.

“We’ll give you two a moment,” Hotch said gently.

The room cleared and it was just you and Reid. He stood there in silence, not looking at you.

“Spence. Talk to me—please.”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled without looking up.

“For what? You have nothing to apologize for.”

“This is all my fault.”

“Hey—” you wheeled yourself towards him, ignoring the pain in your arms. “Don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself.”

He finally looked at you and you saw the tears streaming down his face. He looked like the vulnerable kid you’d met 5 years ago. Your heart snapped in two and you instinctively reached out to him.

He stepped back and hurt crossed your face.

“You wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t suggested going undercover.”

“Jacobs wouldn’t have gotten what he deserved either. I’m fine, Spence. My body will heal.”

“Why aren’t you mad at me?”

You looked at him in surprise. “You’ve done nothing wrong. I have no reason to be mad at you.”

He looked at you in silence.

“Spence…I love you. Nothing is going to change that. I’m not going to forgive you because there is nothing toforgive. But you need to forgive yourself if you’re ever going to move on.”

He was quiet for a moment. “I was so scared that I was never going to see you again.”

“I know—but I’m right here.”

He started to cry harder and instinct took over. You pulled him into you and he cried into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you like a child clinging to his mother. You winced, but you held him just as tightly and gently soothed him until the sobs ceased.

“I love you, Izzy.”

“I love you too, Spence.” You kissed the top of his head and he straightened up. “Better?”

He gave you a small smile. “Better.”

He got up and went to go bring the rest of the team back in. It was so wonderful to see their faces, hear their voices, and listen to their stories and banter. You hadn’t realized just how much it all meant to you until you almost lost it.

You glanced over at the man to your right. He had a smile on his face and was laughing at something Morgan had said. You felt your heart swell and you couldn’t believe how incredibly lucky you were. You had been given a chance at love and a second chance at life…there was no way you were going to waste it.

~Hotch’s POV~

I hadn’t seen Isabelle this happy in a long time. Hell, I hadn’t been this happy in a long time. Little did Izzy know, but I had another surprise for her.

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door and Garcia got up to answer it. In walked Jessica and Jack.

“Hey everyone, hope we’re not intruding,” Jessica said.

“Dad!” Jack yelled as soon as he saw me. He raced across the room and gave me a hug.

“Hey, buddy! I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” He looked around and when his eyes landed on Isabelle, his face lit up. “Izzy!” he yelled excitedly.

He squirmed away from me and roughly sprang into Isabelle’s lap. She winced in pain and I went to take Jack, but she waved me off. She wrapped her arms around his small frame and held on tight. He snuggled in against her and relaxed. She smiled and kissed the top of his head.

“Hey, little man,” she murmured. “I missed you.”

He looked up at her and reached up to touch one of the bruises on her face. “You have a boo-boo.”

She chuckled. “I do, but I’ll be just fine. Do you know why?”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve got you,” she said with a grin as she poked his tummy.

He giggled and squirmed.

Izzy inhaled sharply as she winced in pain again, but she didn’t let go of Jack.

I couldn’t help but feel an even bigger outpouring of love for this incredible woman. I knew I didn’t deserve her, but my son certainly did.

“Can I go play?” Jack asked Isabelle.

She looked up at me and I smiled. “Of course. Aunt Jessica brought some of your favorite toys.”

He slipped out of Isabelle’s lap and plopped on the floor in front of Jessica.

“Hey,” Isabelle said softly.

I looked over at her and smiled. “Hey yourself.”

“Would you mind helping me into bed?”

“Are you tired?” I was prepared to kick everyone out, but she shook her head.

“It’s just more comfortable.”

I nodded. “Of course, sweetheart.”

I scooped her up as gently as I could, but I heard her sharp intake of breath. I laid her down on the bed and she shifted to get comfortable. “Thank you.”

“Anytime,” I said, placing a kiss to her forehead.

The day continued on, as did the laughs. We were incredibly lucky, the people in this room. Not many people have what we do. And I’m the luckiest one of them all.

An hour or so later, Jack began yawning. Jessica offered to take him home, but he didn’t want to leave. “I wanna stay with Izzy.”

Isabelle smiled. “That’s fine with me. Come here, love.” She patted the bed beside her.

With my help, Jack climbed up into Isabelle’s bed and curled up in her arms. Within minutes he was sound asleep. I hadn’t seen him look so peaceful in a long time.

My heart was so full of love for this amazing woman that I thought it might burst. I couldn’t help but stare at her, falling even deeper in love with her as she held my son’s small body in her arms as he slept.

She looked up at me and I blushed. She smiled warmly and mouthed, ‘I love you.’

I grinned and mouthed, ‘I love you’ back.

I never thought that my life would ever be good again…but now, I could honestly say it was the best it had ever been.

**********2 Months Later

“My god it feels good to be home,” you exclaimed as you dropped onto your couch.

Hotch came in behind you, dragging your suitcase. “I imagine so.”

You turned towards him and saw him struggling with your suitcase and the door, and you laughed. “Let me help you.”

“I got it, I got it.”

“Aaron,” you said lightly.

He looked down at the suitcase wedged in the door, then looked at the crooked grin on your face. “Point taken,” he said with a laugh.

You unwedged the suitcase and closed the door as he dropped the rest of your belongings onto the table.

“Thank you,” you said softly as you wrapped your arms around him from behind.

“You’re welcome, Izzy.” He turned to face you and you smiled warmly.

“What’s that look for?”

You grinned. There was only one thing on your mind. “I am ecstatic to sleep in my own bed tonight.”

He laughed. “Hospital beds aren’t comfortable?”

You playfully swatted his arm and he grinned. “The real question is,” you began, “are you gonna stay?”

His expression immediately changed. “Do you want me to?”

You pulled him closer to you. “You know I do.”

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. You stood on your toes to meet his lips. He deepened the kiss and you responded happily.

After a few moments, you pulled away and led him towards the bedroom. He followed you without hesitation. He shut the door and pushed you against it, kissing you with a hunger that drove you wild.

His lips trailed kisses down your neck, lightly crossing down to your collarbone. You breathed heavily and pulled him closer, wanting so desperately to feel him. You yanked on his shirt and he lifted his arms so you could take it off him.

You admired his toned body, running your hands up his torso, causing him to shiver. He stared at you intently and you pulled his face back down to yours. You felt his hand trailing up under your shirt, your body reacting to the feel of his hands on you.

Suddenly, he froze and took a step back.

“Aaron?”

He looked down at your stomach and you quickly realized what was wrong. “Hey,” you stepped closer to him. “I’m fine, babe.”

“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

“Aaron,” you said firmly. “I have wanted this for three years. I am absolutely certain.”

He looked reassured, but he didn’t move toward you.

A look of hurt crossed your face. “Do you—do you not want me—” you asked softly, “—because I’m damaged? Scarred?”

His head snapped up and he stared at you in shock. “Isabelle, no. Shit—you’re absolutely perfect. I don’t care about the scars…I just don’t wanna hurt you.”

“You’re not gonna hurt me,” you said as you pulled him towards you. “I trust you.”

His expression softened and he kissed you with renewed passion. Minutes later, you were both in nothing but your underwear.

He gently laid you on the bed and hovered over you, his eyes looking at you with such admiration that it made you blush.

After a few moments, he leaned down to kiss you, trailing kisses down to your soft breasts. He pulled you forward, unclasping your bra. You tossed it to the side as he pulled your nipple into his mouth. You let out a low moan and his eyes flicked up to yours.

He then moved down your stomach, placing kisses all over your skin. He gently kissed on top of your underwear before removing them. He began to kiss your inner thighs, your sweet lips, then back again.

You begged him for more and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, he slipped his tongue between your folds and spread your legs as wide as they could go.

You barked out a loud moan as he began to lick and suck at your clit. His hands caressed your body and you shivered under his touch. Your hands tangled in his hair as you lifted your hips up toward his mouth.

You felt the pleasure mounting and your moans increased, urging him and begging him not to stop. Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, waves of pleasure cascaded over you. He rode the waves with you, not stopping until you squirmed and gently pushed his head away.

He lifted up his head and grinned up at you. You smiled back as you tried to catch your breath. He watched you with a satisfied look, until you pulled him down to you and kissed him passionately.

You tugged at his boxers to free his erection and he groaned when you palmed it and began to stroke it slowly. You urged him to roll over and he responded quickly.

Within seconds you had his thick, hard length in your mouth and moans of pleasure escaped his lips. “Isabelle,” he groaned.

You made eye contact with him, maintaining it as you sucked his cock. His breathing became labored and his body shuddered in pleasure. He pushed your hair out of your face and watched you in ecstasy.

It didn’t take long before his orgasm began to build. You could feel the tightening of his muscles and his moans increased in intensity. You worked him harder and he groaned loudly.

“Oh god, Isabelle…yes!” he yelled as he shot his hot load into your throat. You swallowed every drop, continuing to play with his sensitive head until he begged you to stop.

You could see the blissful pleasure on his face and it made you smile. You moved to get up, but he grabbed you and rolled you over. “No, no. I’m not done with you yet,” he growled.

You grinned and pulled him to you. As the passion increased again, you could feel his hard cock against your wet core. You didn’t realize how badly you wanted him inside of you until this moment. “Aaron, please…” you whispered.

He looked at you and smiled. “As you wish.”

He plunged into you and you cried out in pleasure, nails digging into his back. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through your body. You moved with him and found a rhythm that drove both of you wild.

“Izzy,” he moaned in your ear.

You smiled and wrapped your legs around him. You tightened your grip and rolled him over, managing to keep him inside of you. You sat up and put your hands on his chest. You started to ride him and he groaned in pleasure.

When he reached up to touch you, you pushed his hand away. “No touching.”

“But I—”

You put your finger to his lips. “Shh. Not yet.”

He watched you intently as you picked up your pace. You caressed your breasts as you moved, letting out a low moan of pleasure. He reached out to touch you and you pushed his hand away again. “Izzy,” he whimpered.

You simply shook your head and slid your hands down your body. He watched your every move, desire plain on his features. You let out a soft moan as your fingers touched your clit. You began to gently rub it in circular motions, all-the-while never stopping the gyration of your hips.

Hotch gripped the sheets to keep himself from touching you, but you could see his resolve begin to wane.

Moments later he said, “Let me touch you.”

You didn’t stop what you were doing, but in between moans, you asked, “How badly do you wanna touch me?”

His breathing was labored as he answered you. “More than anything.”

“Good.” You moaned louder as you picked up the pace. You could see that he was close to completely losing his composure and you loved it.

“Isabelle…please. I need to touch you.”

It was the please that got you. The look on his face and the desire in his voice took you to the edge. “Touch me, Aaron.”

The words were barely out of your mouth before his hands were on you. He cupped your breasts, ran his hands up your sides, and pulled you down to him. He kissed you deeply and held you close as he thrust up into you.

In one swift movement, he flipped you onto your back and pulled your legs up around his neck. He thrust into you with such passion that you nearly lost all self-control. You gripped the sheets and moaned loud enough to wake the dead, but you didn’t care.

“Oh god, Aaron. Don’t stop—please.”

He groaned and thrust even harder. You could feel your own orgasm building and you could tell by his labored breathing that he was close too.

“Cum for me, baby,” you murmured.

He locked eyes with you and his entire body shuddered as he came deep inside of you. He continued to thrust and you cried out as you orgasmed. You rode the waves of pleasure together and then he collapsed on top of you, both of you sated.

You ran your fingers through his messy black hair and smiled as you both tried to catch your breath.

“Am I hurting you?” he asked in concern.

“Not at all.”

“Good, because I can’t move.”

You laughed and kissed the top of his head.

You stayed like that for several minutes before he had the strength to roll off you. He pulled you to him and you settled in next to him with your head on his chest.

“That was incredible,” he said softly.

You smiled. “Even better than I had imagined.”

“You imagined it?” he asked curiously.

“Of course I did! I’ve wanted you for quite some time, you know.”

“I never really let myself imagine what it would be like to be with you,” he said sadly. You looked up at him and he continued. “I never thought I could be with you…or that you would want to be with me, so I never let myself go there. I wouldn’t have been able to resist you if I had.”

You touched his face gently and smiled. “Well now you don’t have to imagine. You know exactly what it’s like to have me.”

He kissed your forehead and smiled. “In more ways than one.”

Just then a phone rang. Hotch looked at you sheepishly and you sighed. “I get it. Go answer it.”

He slipped out of the bed and pulled on his boxers before going to the kitchen to get his phone. You could hear his voice through the door. “Hotchner…yeah she’s home…she’s doing well…wait, what?” He paused as the person on the other end talked for a while. “They let him go?” he yelled angrily. “They can’t do that…what do you mean there’s no proof? Eye witness testimony doesn’t count?”

You were surprised and a little concerned by the anger in his voice. You got out of bed, threw on his t-shirt, and slipped into the kitchen. Hotch was standing with his back to you, but you could see the tension in his shoulders and he was white-knuckling the countertop.

“That’s not good enough.” He dropped his voice, “How the hell am I supposed to tell Isabelle?”

“Tell me what?”

He turned around, clearly surprised to see you standing there. “Dave, I’ve gotta call you back.” He hung up and stared at you in silence.

“Aaron, what’s going on?”

“Iz, I think you should sit down.”

Concern lit up your features, but you sat on the nearest barstool. “Talk to me.”

Hotch took a deep breath and closed his eyes. You could tell he was trying to calm himself down, but that didn’t seem to be working.

“Hotch,” you said firmly.

That seemed to snap him out of it. “I’m sorry, baby. I just—I can’t believe this is happening.”

“And what exactly is ‘this’?”

“The AUSA has decided not to bring charges against Detective Brady. He’s been released.”

You sat in stunned silence for a moment. “How is that possible?”

“He said there’s no evidence and he’d never get a conviction at trial.”

“What? My word isn’t good enough?” you asked angrily.

“He said the conditions of your…experience…make you an unreliable witness.”

“Are you—are you kidding? He’s the reason I was tortured! Jacobs wouldn’t have known I was an FBI agent without him!”

Hotch nodded. “I know, baby. I know. I’m going to call in every favor I have. He can’t get away with this.”

“It looks like that’s exactly what he’s doing,” you whispered.

“Hey.” He wrapped his arms around you. “We’ll get him, Izzy. I promise.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

“I never do.”

You leaned into his embrace and tried not to cry. This man was the only thing keeping you from completely losing it. You held on tightly and so did he.

“I want you to move in with me,” he said suddenly.

You pulled back in shock. “What?”

“At least until this is over. I don’t feel comfortable leaving you here by yourself.”

“Aaron…are you sure? I mean, that’s a big deal.”

“Not to me, it isn’t. I’m not going to lose you.”

You nodded. “Okay…if you’re sure.”

“Isabelle, I’m positive. I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”

“Well then I guess I better get packing,” you said softly.

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