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oneshotnewbie · 1 month

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jennifer jareau x daughter reader where reader is a child and discovers how “funny” the use of the word “no” is? (JJ isn’t as amused as reader 😭) 💛

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Jennifer Jareau was usually a master at juggling her roles as an FBI agent and mother. But fate had other plans for this morning. As she made her way to the daycare to drop off her three-year-old daughter, she discovered that the daycare was closed due to unexpected water damage.

A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as JJ realized the situation and found herself standing in front of closed doors. She couldn't afford to take time off and there was no one to look after you on short notice. So she quickly decided to take you to work with her.

With a quick call to the FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit office to make sure Hotch was okay with bringing you with her, JJ set off, holding you in his arms. The sun slowly began to warm as it reached the building and the blonde tried to maintain her usual composure, even though she knew inside that this day would be anything but normal.

As she entered the BAU office, JJ caught the attention of her colleagues. Some gave her curious glances at the little girl on her hip, but her team couldn't hide the wide grins. They all loved you, and they were always happy to see you. However, they knew JJ well enough to know that she brought you to work with her for a reason.

"Hey sweetie," Emily Prentiss spoke in a sweet, squeaky tone as she walked towards the two of you. Her hands were outstretched, reaching for you as she took you from your mother's arms and placed you on her hip. "Are you okay, JJ?" She asked, a concerned tone in her voice as she placed a gentle kiss on your cheek and looked at you intently.

The blonde nodded curtly, smiling as she watched the black-haired one rock you back and forth as you laughed out loud in response. "The daycare is closed. I hope it's okay if y/n is here for the day to keep us company."

"We see so many dark things, it's nice to have someone here who just brings you joy and takes the darkness out of our job." Emily replied promptly and walked with you to the desks, where she handed you over to Morgan. "We'll all take care of her, JJ."

The blonde breathed out in relief and smiled gratefully. It was reassuring to know that she was surrounded by a team that was not only professional, but also caring and understanding.

You began to beam as you saw the unfamiliar surroundings of the BAU and Derek Morgan lifted you onto his lap and let you jump around. Your curious eyes darted from one colleague to the next as you clung to the toy you held in your hands and laughed out loud as Reid played peek-a-boo with you.

As the workday began at the BAU, JJ found herself in an unfamiliar, but not unwelcome, situation. Between analyzing case files and meetings, she found moments to amuse you as you played with toys and played with the others.

It was a day full of unexpected events, but also a day that reminded her of the importance of having a supportive environment, whether at work or at home. But she never imagined that her next field mission with Emily, Aaron and Derek would come so suddenly. It was an urgent matter that required immediate attention and there was no time to delay. So the team headed out to combat the latest threat, and JJ could do nothing but ask Reid to look after you in her absence.

Reid, known for his brilliant mind and gentle disposition, accepted the responsibility of looking after you with a bright smile. Although he had little experience working with children, he was determined to do his best. As the blonde said goodbye to you, she felt a mix of worry and trust. She knew Reid would take good care of you, but she couldn't deny that she felt uncomfortable leaving you behind.

As JJ and the team delved into the case, time flew by and as the mission came to an end and they made their way back safely, she couldn't help but look forward to the impending reunion with you. She longed for your hug and your laughter to bring light into her life.

When they finally reached the BAU office, JJ felt a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She could hear your happy voice carrying through the hallway and her heart leapt with joy. But when she walked into the bullpen and her eyes fell on you, she froze in surprise.

You sat in Reid's chair, surrounded by your toys, holding a small foam ball in your hand. As she walked in, you turned to your mother and spoke with an adorable smile. "No!"

JJ's heart sank as she realized you had learned a new word - and clearly enjoyed using it. She couldn't help but smile when she saw Reid sitting cross-legged in front of you, an amused glint in his eyes. "She just said it like that," Reid explained with an amused tone. "She suddenly applied it to everything I told her."

JJ couldn't help but laugh as she sat on the floor next to him and pulled you into her arms. She was relieved to see that you had been in good hands and that you had obviously had a lot of fun.

Throughout the rest of the day you continued to use the word "no" with glee and your mother couldn't deny that she was slowly but surely reaching her limits. Since you discovered the word, nothing seemed to pass your indomitable little mouth. Every time JJ tried to give you instructions or get you to do something, the adamant "no" came back immediately - accompanied by a mischievous smile that suggested you knew exactly what you were doing.

Spencer Reid, who was obviously the source of this new development, could barely stop himself from laughing when he saw the blonde's desperate look. Derek and Emily also laughed at the frustration that was slowly building up within her. While Reid wasn't directly responsible for your newfound love of words, he had undoubtedly played his part by supervising you while you were away.

When JJ finally confronted Reid and asked him how it happened, she could barely contain her frustration. She turned to him as he shifted nervously in his chair, clearly trying to extricate himself from the affair. "Spencer, I know you spent all morning with her. And now there's no other word in her vocabulary. What happened?"

"Oh, uh, JJ I understand you're worried, but I swear I had nothing to do with it," he tried to talk his way out of the situation and JJ raised a skeptical eyebrow. "It's all part of a natural development process at this age."

She couldn't help but smile at his clumsy attempts to reassure her. Despite her annoyance at your constant use of a single, negative word, she couldn't blame her best friend. He had volunteered to look after you and tried to make sure you had a fun day.

Still, it was hard for her to hide her frustration. Thanks to him, you had developed a new passion for resistance and disobedience. Every time she tried to feed you or get you to sleep in Hotch's office, she was met with an insistent "no" - and although she tried to remain patient, it was a challenge that was slowly pushing you to your limits brought.

"Spenc, be honest with me. You were with her all day today. And now she's using that word like it's her new favorite phrase. There has to be a connection."

Reid cleared his throat uncomfortably and avoided her gaze. "Well, maybe I used it subconsciously without realizing it. You know, while we were talking about different things or she wasn't allowed to do something she wanted. But I assure you, it wasn't intentional."

The blonde sighed and massaged her temples, the slight frustration growing within her. "Spencer, I'm not mad at you. I know you were just trying to take care of her but it would help if you could watch what you say around her in the future. She's a vacuum cleaner, she takes in everything lately."

He nodded in understanding, his expression relieved as he pulled his best friend into a tight hug. "Of course, JJ. I'll pay attention. And if you need help getting her to stop using that word, I'm available."

The blonde smiled and placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. The two exchanged a look of mutual understanding and trust. Although her frustration was with the unexpected development regarding the word "no," she knew that she could always count on Reid to help her whenever she needed support.

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buttercupagere · 10 months

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jennifer jareau as a caregiver, with motherly and comforting themes <3

requested by @charlottekingswife!

#age regression moodboard #agere moodboard #age regression #agere #moodboard #criminal minds agere #criminal minds #fictional caregiver #fandom agere #jennifer jareau #caregiver jennifer jareau #cw police

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archivomeow · 8 months

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Little One | jemily

pairings: Emily Prentiss/Jennifer Jareau,

summary: When JJ faces a bad pregnancy day, Emily is there with her favourite tea and some time to care for her wife.

other tags: kina sickfic, established relationships, pure fluff, short & sweet.

— AO3

The pregnancy was a tough call for both Emily and JJ, neither of them wanted to leave work or drop their ambition to raise a little-them. So they considered it for months and months, now it was reality… Everything went well, Emily took some time off for JJ and their soon to be baby, but this morning was different.

The two barely slept last night, the room temperature kept bothering Jennifer, it was too hot at first, then too cold, then it was okay, but the air felt too stuffy, so she opened the window, just to whine again about how cold it is. Emily didn’t mind it that much, she was exhausted the moment she got to close her eyes she drifted away into sleep.

It was a cold Saturday, in October. The two had a whole day planned, because soon enough Emily had to get back into field and JJ was in no condition to work for now. However the two barely slept, before JJ stormed out of the room into the bathroom, Emily as a light sleeper woke up as soon as JJ left and followed her.

She gently grabbed the woman’s blonde hair and used her other hand to softly caress her back.

“Hey…Are you alright?” Emily frowned as she remained next to her wife.

“Yeah, it’s just—“ She paused for a moment breathing unsteadily. “Morning sickness.”

Emily nodded in understanding, even though she herself was never pregnant, she saw how hard it was for JJ at times, she was after all caring their child, a little girl.

JJ got up soon and washed over her face carefully in the nearby sink, Emily stood near her, looking at the scene slightly concerned for the woman, but she said nothing. There was no point in making her pregnant wife upset.

“So, what do you want for breakfast, hm?” A bright smile creeped onto Emily’s face as she hugged the blonde from behind, her fingers tracing circles on Jennifer’s stomach.

“I don’t know…” The blonde’s voice was tired, she practically whispered, sounding like she hasn’t slept in days.

“Okay, how about some tea for now?” Emily placed a gentle kiss on JJ’s neck and walked out of the room, leaving her wife alone.

Now in the kitchen, Emily made tea, mint for herself and earl grey for JJ. Their favourites.

JJ managed to get herself downstairs before laying down on the couch, a sigh left her mouth. Emily sat next to her, placing the colourful cups (which were a gift from Garcia) on the coffee table.

“Jennifer, what’s wrong?” Emily looked more serious now, as she scanned the blonde’s face looking for answers.

“Damn profilers—“ She whined out before sitting up straight. “Your child is making me miserable, she doesn’t have to kick that much.”

“So now it’s just my child?” Emily chuckled before placing her hands, palms down, onto Jennifer’s belly.

The raven haired woman leaned over to be closer to her wife’s stomach, her breath was light tingling JJ.

“Hey there, little one…” Emily whispered as JJ looked down at her, slightly amused. “You have to be nicer to your mama…You can be a pain in the ass later!” Her voice was soft as she whispered over Jennifer’s belly, she also placed a soft kiss on it before sitting up straight.

Jennifer had the wildest grin on her face, as she looked at Emily.

“What? She obviously has no choice but to listen!” Emily smiled as she tucked Jennifer’s hair behind her ear.

The two sat in silence for a moment, with their tea and a blanket. Soon enough JJ spoke up.

“So…I was thinking about names…”

Emily looked at her, shifting her full focus at the woman, as she nodded at the words, in acknowledgment.

“What would you say for Rosalyn?” Jennifer’s voice was soft as she asked, both of them knew exactly where that name came from, but neither was going to dig up that…Not now.

“Yeah, yeah…I think it’s great.” Emily smiled as Jennifer placed her head onto the woman’s arm.

“You know…I think she actually listened to you.” Jennifer chuckled, as Emily sipped her tea proudly.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #lesbian emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #bisexual jennifer jareau #pregnancy #pregnant #fiction #criminal minds fanfic #oneshot #fluffy #jj and emily being gay #emily prentiss fluff #jennifer jareau fluff #domestic fluff #sickfic #garcia and her colourful mugs

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purplelightyouth · 2 years

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Emily is definitely gay bruh like the tension between her an JJ? The tension between her and Tara? This woman didn't have a drop of chemistry with any boyfriend they got her on the show fr especially not that potato head in season 15

#spencer reid #emily prentiss #criminal minds #spencer reid fanfiction #jennifer jareau #luke alvez #spencer reid fan fiction #aaron hotchner #autistic spencer reid #tara lewis #temily #jemily #ssa jennifer jareau #ssa emily prentiss #ssa tara lewis

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jareaul0ver · 3 months

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Maybe in Another Universe

Summary: The clock was ticking. There wasn’t much time left before the Unsub would crack and finally take JJ’s life, but Y/N would try her best to save her, no matter the outcome.

wc: 1.08k warnings: blood, gun shot, kidnapping, death (?), loss of a loved one pairing: jennifer jareau x female!reader

Maybe in another universe, she could have saved. Maybe in another universe, the events lined up and things ended differently. Maybe in another universe, Y/N and JJ are soulmates.

Just not in this one.

Y/N had her gun pointed towards the entrance of the parking garage that her and Reid were about to bust in to. She looked over to him and nodded. He pulled down on the chain that opened the door of the garage. Y/N directed her flashlight inside before entering, her gun at the ready. Reid followed closely behind her, his gun at the ready as well.

Y/N and Reid cleared the floor they were on. She pulled out her radio. “First floor is clear, no sign of the Unsub.. Or JJ.” She clenched her jaw and waited for a response.

Not even a second later Hotch’s voice sounded through the speaker. “Second floor is clear, let’s head to the top.” Y/N and Spencer took off without hesitation, making their way quickly and cautiously up the steps all the way to the third and top floor. Hotch and Morgan were at a staircase on the other side of the complex, trying to corner the Unsub in between the groups to keep JJ as safe as possible.

Y/N busted through the door with her gun aimed forward. She knew that she shouldn’t, but the second she would see the Unsub her gun would fire. She would do anything to protect JJ, especially in this moment. Especially after yesterday.

“Come on, Y/N.” JJ tilted her head to the side and smiled gently at the younger girl. “I know something’s on your mind.”

Y/N shrugged. “Really, Jayje, I’m just tired. That’s all, I promise.” But really that wasn’t all. She wasn’t tired, no. In fact her mind couldn’t rest at all. Every step JJ took closer to her, every longing glance, every small graze of a hand or a shoulder drove her brain and body insane. The way that she swore JJ’s eyes lingered down at her lips as she talked.

All she wanted to do was scream “I love you” at her, but she wouldn’t. She couldn’t. She didn’t know what was stopping her; maybe the fear of being rejected, the fear of losing her best friend, the fear of JJ not thinking she’s good enough for her. She couldn’t exactly put her finger on it, but there was some factor there, something engrained into her head that completely disallowed her to flood JJ’s ears with her words of love.

JJ sighed. “If you say so.” She placed a comforting hand on Y/N’s arm and gave it a small squeeze before walking out of the kitchen, her coffee in her hand.

In the distance, she saw a figure sitting in a chair, and another with a gun, pointing it at the firsts head. Y/N’s heart dropped. That couldn’t be JJ. She looked back at Spencer and he nodded.

She turned back around and kept her gun pointed over in the direction as the two of them moved closer. “Francis, it’s the FBI! Drop the gun!” Y/N’s voice wavered. She tried to hide it as well as possible but everyone could hear the fear shining through.

He took a few steps around, keeping the gun pointed at JJ’s head. Y/N and Spencer were eventually close enough to see the blood on JJ’s face, to see it mixing with the tears running hard down her face. Y/N’s heart nearly stopped at the sight.

“I don’t think I will.” He grinned as he strolled back behind JJ. He pressed the gun to the back of her head and she flinched. Y/N sucked in a sharp breath and her senses started to fog. She had tunnel vision, get JJ out of here no matter the cost.

“You don’t want to hurt her, Francis.” Spencer said from next to Y/N. The words went into one ear and out of her other. She couldn’t focus. “Just let her go, and we can figure it out from there.”

He chuckled, loading a bullet into the chamber of the gun. “Stop acting like this is some game, Dr. Reid. You won’t get a prize for saving poor Agent Jareau.” He leaned his head down near the side of JJ’s and gently caressed her face.

I felt my chest tighten up. All I could hear was the sound of him cocking the gun. He placed it on the side of JJ’s head, and her eyes met Y/N’s before closing. His finger hovered on the trigger.

“Wait!” Y/N called out. “Don’t- don’t shoot her. Take me instead.” Spencer glanced over at Y/N and JJ’s eyes shot open.

“Y/N, no-“ JJ started, but Y/N spoke again.

“You don’t want her. She’s only the media liaison.” Y/N sucked in a shaky breath. “I’m a profiler. I’m much more valuable.”

Francis stared at Y/N for a moment before slowly pulling the gun away from JJ’s head. JJ let out a sigh of relief.

It was a very short moment of relief, though, as Francis quickly raised his arm and shot Y/N directly in the chest. The impact of the bullet sent her falling to the ground. Not a second later, Spencer fired his gun, and the bullet landed perfectly in Francis’s forehead. Hotch and Morgan rushed up from the side and went to free JJ from her restraints. It was proven to be a difficult task as she was thrashing in the chair, trying to free herself and run to Y/N.

JJ was free and sprinted over to Y/N, placing a hand on her cheek and tucking her head into the woman’s neck. "No, no, no. Y/N, no!" She sobbed. JJ's body collapsed onto Y/N's.

She hadn't felt this much pain in losing someone since she lost her sister all those years ago. It felt like her heart was being ripped out of her chest and someone was stomping on it over and over again.

"Y/N, please, I-" Her voice broke and tears rolled down from her face and landed on Y/N's shoulder. "Please, I love you." She waited a few beats for a response, but when she didn't get one, she rolled onto the cold ground next to her body. She gave up.

Spencer crouched down next to her. His knees landed in the pool of blood that her body was laying in. His fingers landed on Y/N’s neck and his body slumped with defeat. He looked over at Hotch and Derek and simply shook his head.

#jennifer jareau x reader #criminal minds #jj criminal minds #jennifer jareau #wlw #fan fiction #one shot #jj criminal minds x reader #i hurt myself with this one #yikes #go get some therapy #i need to be sedated #angst

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blackholelynn · 2 years

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Hey, would you be able do to a jjxreader? With angst but ending in fluff?🥺

You're Stuck with Me

Summary: It's the one-year anniversary of JJ's abduction and both of you have difficulty coping with the aftermath of Tivon Askari.

Pairing: Jennifer "JJ" Jareau x Reader

Warnings: PTSD/coping with trauma, mentions of kidnapping and torture

Word Count: 2.4k

A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I admittedly had some trouble thinking of an idea at first, but I finally came up with one and am really proud of the end result! I hope this is what you were looking for and that you enjoy it!! 🥰

For anyone else that wants to request something, you can view my guidelines for requests here!

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You groggily stirred out of your deep sleep, rolling onto your side in the bed. Your hand instinctively reached where your wife usually lay, but the other side of the bed was empty. The sheets were cold, so it was clear she hadn’t been in bed for some time. Your eyes flicked to the analog clock, groaning when you saw the time – 4:32.

You slid the comforter off of you and left the bedroom, and when you saw the kitchen light on, you began padding your way down the hallway towards it. JJ sat at the kitchen table staring at a mug, her expression completely dead. She was so dazed that she didn’t notice you had walked over and sat across from her.

“Hey,” you gently said. You reached out to cover her hands with your own, and there was no warmth left to the mug. Whatever warm drink she had made was long cold. “You alright?”

“Yeah, just couldn’t sleep.” JJ took a sip from the drink in her hands and grimaced before moving to the sink. The brown liquid inside rushed down the drain breaking the silence that had fallen over the kitchen. JJ leaned over the sink with her hands bracing either side of it, and after a moment, she sighed, “It’s just…” Her shoulders trembled as her sentence trailed off.

You wasted no time rushing to her side, putting an arm around her shoulders and drawing her into your side. “Hey, it’s alright. If you want to talk, I'm right here." She shrank further into you, burying her head in your chest. "For better or worse, remember?"

She weakly nodded, and you could feel your heart splintering in your chest. You didn't see JJ cry often, but you wanted to wrap her up and protect her from the world every time you did. She was the strongest woman you knew, but she was also the most caring, which was why some cases always hit her harder than others.

When JJ had finally settled some, she sighed, "It's been one year today."

Your breath caught in your throat as you remembered – Tivon Askari. The monster of a man that had hurt her beyond words. It was a pain you would never understand, yet you vowed to be by JJ's side as she coped in the aftermath.

Struggling to find the right words, you gently ran your fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry that I didn't realize. What do you need right now?"

"This is good." JJ's arms encircled your waist, and neither of you was sure how long you stayed in the embrace before her phone buzzed on the kitchen counter. You could feel her tense up before she pulled away and looked at the message, a frown making its way to her face.

You knew that look. "You have a case?" She only nodded in response, holding her phone in a vice grip against her chest. She couldn't meet your eyes, but you already knew she planned on leaving. "Are you sure that you should go?"

"I have to."

"JJ…" You tried to tamp down the exasperation building in you. "You have to prioritize yourself."

You weren't sure what you had said, but when her jaw set, you knew she was only more determined. "I'm fine."

She left the room before you could say another word, an air of anger radiating from her. You sat on one of the stools in your shared kitchen, dread filling your veins. If anything happened to her, you didn't know what you would do.

What about Henry?

The front door slamming snapped you out of your thoughts, and you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes.

"Where's Mommy?" a little voice asked from the kitchen doorway.

You quickly composed yourself and offered Henry a reassuring smile. "She had to go to work." Before he worked through his grogginess to protest, you stood and ushered him towards his room. "Come on, let's get you back to bed. If you sleep, Mommy may be back by the time you wake up."

"I hope so."

"Me too, buddy," you agreed, smoothing down his bedhead. "Me too."

But she wasn't there in the morning, and as the next day came and went, you felt like you were going out of your mind with worry. The empty notification bar on your phone wasn't helping in the slightest.

The day after that, you bit the bullet and called the only person you could think of.

"Hello?"

The flood of emotions you had been hiding back for Henry's sake nearly broke free, and you knew your voice would betray you. "Hey, Spencer. Um, how's the case going?"

"It's…fine?" The whirring of his brain was obvious even over the phone. "Is everything okay? Not that I don't want to talk to you, but you usually don't call me while we're on a case."

"You call JJ."

"Is she okay?" The genius on the other end quickly saw through your flimsy cover, so you decided that it was useless to try and keep it up.

He sighed, and slowly you heard the background noise lessen as he moved to a different room. "I don't know. She's been acting really erratic. Do you know what's going on?"

"I…" You weren't sure if you should disclose what JJ had told you, but you also didn't know who else to turn to. Spencer could be trusted…right? "Tivon Askari."

"It's the year anniversary, isn't it?"

"Yeah. I just want to make sure she's okay. We got into a fight before she left because I didn't want her to take a case while she's working through this."

Spencer was silent for a moment, and just when you thought the line had gone dead, he spoke. "I'll do what I can, but she can handle this. It’s completely normal for anniversary dates like these to be harder, and we just have to be there for her when she needs us.'

"You're right." His words put you more at ease, and finally, you started to relax for the first time since the case began. "I need to trust her. Just make sure you have her back in the field like you always do, okay?"

"Always. And I'll make sure to check in with you, so you know everything's okay."

"Thank you, Spencer."

When you hung up the phone, you felt like you could breathe again. The house was less oppressive, and every sound didn't send you into a panic. You even found Henry and took him to the park to play.

Your respite barely lasted a whole day when your phone interrupted your time at the park, and your heart sank when it wasn't Spencer or JJ calling; it was Derek.

"What happened?" you asked as soon as you answered the call. You didn't want any time wasted.

What if she's hurt? Or worse? How am I going to handle the house and Henry and–

"Everything's fine." His voice was steady and calm, everything you weren't, which made you more confused.

"Then why'd you call? You never call, Derek. What's going on?"

He sounded closer to the phone and was clearly trying to keep his voice down. "You should call JJ."

"Why? You need to tell me what's going on. I'm not going to bother her on a case out of the blue without some kind of explanation."

"She confronted the unsub without backup, and she opened fire in a room full of gas. She's lucky she wasn't killed." He waited for a response, but when he didn't get one, he added, "You're the only one that can get through to her."

You nodded, biting your lip to keep from crying. "Okay, I'll try."

Derek said goodbye, and you tried to wrangle your feelings before calling JJ. Of course, you were worried, but now anger was burrowing its way inside you. How could she be so careless with her health when you had a child together? What would Henry do without one of his parents?

When you were finally able to dial JJ’s number, she waited until the last ring to pick up, and her voice was utterly exhausted. “Hey, hun. Sorry I haven’t had time to call. The case has been crazy.”

“Are you somewhere where you can talk?” You crossed your arms and sat on the living room couch, curling into its cushions for some level of comfort. You knew a confrontation was coming, and you were dreading it.

“Yeah…why?”

“Derek called.”

Her hesitation was evident when she asked, “What did he say?”

“I’m pretty sure you know what he said.” You frowned and picked the fabric of your clothing, waiting for her response.

“Someone’s life was at stake, and I couldn’t just–”

“Your life was at stake, JJ!” You couldn’t hold the outburst in anymore, and you could feel every wall you had built burst. “Your life was at stake when you went into that room without backup. You fired a gun, knowing that the room was filled with gas. I mean, what did you think Henry and I would do if you didn’t come home?”

She took a ragged breath, trying to keep it steady and measured. “He has a son. What if he didn’t come home?”

“That’s awful, just like if something happened to you. I love you, but I can’t stand by and do nothing when you’re putting your life at risk on purpose!”

“I risk my life every day. This wasn’t anything different.”

You huffed at her rationalization. “It was because you took an unnecessary risk, and sheer luck is the only reason you and I can still have this conversation. I know that today’s hard for you–”

“No! No, you don’t know!” JJ’s angry and loud tone caused the phone’s audio to cut out a bit, and it was clear that she was now crying too. “You don’t know, so stop trying to say that you do!”

“Then talk to me! Tell me what’s going on because I just want to help you! I can’t stand to see you hurting like this and not being able to do anything.”

“There’s nothing you can do,” she stated with finality, and after a brief pause, she sighed, “I have to go.”

And the line went dead.

Your hand holding the phone limply fell to your side, the disconnect tone still ringing softly through the room. Sobs began to wrack your body, and you pushed your face into the couch to muffle your crying. The helplessness was drowning you, pulling you under while you struggled to find purchase.

It felt like you were thrown back to a year ago, sitting in that same living room with no idea how to safely get your wife back in your arms. Tivon Askari had done that, and it seemed that the pain he inflicted would last a long time. As the pain of the argument settled inside you, you wondered if either of you would ever recover.

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“Thanks for coming,” Spencer greeted you as you stepped off the elevator. He stood just outside the glass doors to the bullpen, and the entire building was dimly lit. It was so late that everyone else had gone home, and the only lights remaining were for the security personnel’s sake.

You looked around the building, unnerved to see it so empty, and hugged yourself tightly. “I’m just surprised JJ wanted me here.”

“She will. I wanted you to be here in case she needed you. I dropped a pretty big bombshell on her.” He noticed your raised eyebrow and immediately worked to quell your defensive instincts. “It’s just some information that I think will help her process what happened, but it’s still going to be hard on her. You should be here.”

“We haven’t exactly been on the same page throughout all of this.”

“I know, but I just want you to trust me on this one. She’s in her old office.”

As he turned to leave, you stopped him with a gentle grip on his coat sleeve. “Thank you. Again.”

He only returned your grateful smile with his own, nodding once before heading off to the elevators. You took a deep breath before making your way through the bullpen and towards JJ’s old office. The door was open, and although the room was dark, you could see the faint glow of a desk lamp penetrating through some of the murky darkness.

You peeked your head inside the doorway, knocking on it. “Your resident genius called me. Is everything okay?”

“Come in,” JJ requested, her voice watery with tears. When you stepped inside the room, you found her crying over a case file that lay strewn over her desk. You weren’t sure if it would be crossing boundaries to come to her side, so you took a few hesitant steps into the room to gauge her reaction. She waved you closer, trying to wipe the tears away even though they kept flowing. “Please.”

You obliged, sitting on a chair next to her and taking her hand in your own. “Spencer only told me that he gave you some information. Is this…?” Your eyes skimmed the pages on display, only barely digesting the words. What you did read was awful and obviously about Tivon.

“I’m sorry.” She turned to face you, and the guilt in her eyes was overwhelming. “I never should have taken a risk like that. I don’t want him,” she said while pointing at the file, “to take away anything else.”

“JJ, I never wanted you to feel guilty. I just don’t want anything to happen to you.” You took her face in your hands, gently wiping the tears away with your thumbs. “Henry and I will always be here. You’re stuck with us.”

She chuckled a bit, and although it still sounded strained, it was a start. “Good. You’re the only one I want to be stuck with.”

“Likewise,” you agreed.

However, any other sentiment you had was cut short when she placed a soft and gentle kiss on your lips, and then she was on her feet again. “Speaking of Henry, we should get home for his bedtime. I want to see him tonight before he has to sleep.”

“He’s been talking nonstop about when you’ll be home, so I think he’d like that.”

The two of you left together, your hands intertwined between you, and you filled her in on all your son’s antics while she was away. The case file of Tivon Askari stayed in that dark, abandoned office without a second thought – exactly where it should be kept.

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thesiriusmoon · 10 months

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First Case

Summary: Bonnie is invited to assist on her first case, and got more than what she was expecting.

Characters: Bonnie McBride (OC), Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss, Jason Gideon

AU: Criminal Minds

Episode: Own

Word count: 4.9K

A/N: I make a lot of stuff up in this so just go with it! I make facts up a lot lol

TW: detail of blood and gore

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“Wheels up in thirty.” Agent Hotchner announced and Bonnie could have hit the roof and landed in Seattle already not having needed to use the jet.

It had been three months this she started her new job as the BAU’s (Agents Hotchners) assistant and she’d been invited to assist on a case. Not as a profiler or an agent, but to help out. Sort things, write down information, and keep up to date. Like a walking talking diary for the team.

Her go bag has been ready since her first day and followed Emily closely towards the jet, it was magnificent. She’d never imagine she’d ever step foot in something like this.

“You like it?” Emily asked knowingly, and Bonnie chuckled.

“It’s amazing.”

“Very comfy too!”

And the two entered and found a seat.

The rest of the team followed shortly and she thought it was a bit cramped for seven people, but it was fine none the less.

“Three killings, all stabbed and had their hair cut off, all dumped around the Livingstone park. Within four weeks. Which means around one killing per week.” Agent Hotchner read from his file, one that each agent had been given by Jennifer and Bonnie began writing in her notepad.

“The hair means something to him. Women love their hair, this dude hates women. So what does he do? Take away their identity and their looks. He’s angry and wants them to feel as low as he does.” Derek waded in, and by instinct Bonnie stroked her own hair. She did love hers. It was unique. Bright orange when the sun shone down on her, and cool ginger when there was no light. She’d hate to have it all cut off or lose it somehow.

“I think he knows the area. That park is two thousand acres, he can cover a lot of ground.” Said Emily.

“Are we sure it’s a guy? I mean, it seems like it could be jealousy. Possibly a woman who doesn’t see herself as pretty or well liked and she attacks attractive women then defiles something that most of us care for and always want to look nice, our hair.” Jennifer commented and Agent Gideon frowned.

“You might be onto something JJ. They leave the bodies face up, no remorse for what they’ve done. It could either me a man suffering from rejection or a woman full of jealousy. We’ll have to take a closer look when we get down there.”

“Did you know that in a recent survey taken in a Las Vegas high school, girls were asked what aspect of themselves they treasure most, and the highest answer was their hair. Not their body or maybe their face, but their hair. I-I think it’s because your hair can really change the way you look. You can change your face with makeup and surgery and your body by exercising and-and eating, but it’s easier to get a haircut or dye it.” Spencer gifted the team with his extensive knowledge.

“So you think whoever’s doing this is to make their victims… ugly?” Agent Gideon questioned, looking down to Spencer who nodded.

“Possibly.”

“Well all the girls do look kinda similar. Dark hair, blue eyes, skinny.” Derek had said before Agent Hotchner spoke.

“When we arrive I want Reid, Morgan, JJ, down at the police station find out anything you can about what’s been done. Gideon, and Prentiss, and I will visit the dump site.” He closed the conversation swiftly, along with his file.

“What will I do?” Bonnie asked eagerly.

Agent Hotchner thought for a moment. “Come with me. But if you feel sick or something you can head back and go to the police station with the others.”

But she swore she wouldn’t. This is what she’s preparing for. Her future. She’d have to get used to gory scenes at some point. And she wanted to prove she was capable of helping the team.

“Yes sir.”

And shortly after, the jet landed and Bonnie dug her nails into the arms of her chair, scared they would crash but had instead rolled smoothly into an airport.

Immediately, agent Hotchner, Gideon, and Emily were on their way to the Livingstone National Park, Bonnie in the backseat next to Emily.

“You ever seen a dead body before.” Emily asked suddenly and Bonnie almost laughed at how absurd that question was.

“Once.” She kept her answer short. Not wanting to give any more information about her past to the team.

It was rough growing up. Her mother and father migrated to America from Scotland when she was twenty two, Bonnie was four. Her red hair a flame and full of wonder. Her parents were convinced about the American dream, but neither of them had ever kept down a job, instead they fell down a hole of drug addiction. At the age of eighteen, her mother had found herself pregnant after a faulty condom broke, then six years later, it was her little girl who found her father laying lifeless in their apartment bathroom. A drug overdose. Since then her and her mother have been eating small plates and sometimes using cold water for showers. The apartment in which they live in now isn’t great. It needs a lot of work but neither of them have money to pay for it. Bonnie was accepted to college for outstanding grades as a young age. Child prodigy as her mother would say and tell her every day how proud she was of her. But lately she hasn’t seen her much, or heard anything similar in a couple of years.

“Who was it?”

“Emily.” Agent Hotchner had a stern look on his face and she gulped.

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok. I’m sure you guys have seen lots. I’m just excited to be helping.”

Agent Gideon smiled a little. “Let’s hope you still feel that way when we’re done.”

They arrived at the park, and were welcomed by one of the rangers.

“Thank you for coming Sir. I’m Sandy Parker, head of the rangers and the park.” A broad woman possibly in her mid thirties with short red hair, a tattoo on her left arm, and a bulbous nose shook Agent Hotchners hand. She had been leaning up against a pick-up truck, the same colour as her hair.

“Thank you for letting us in. I’m SSA Aaron Hotchner, this here is SSA Jason Gideon, SSA Emily Prentiss, and Bonnie.”

And Bonnie. It sounded a little funny. Here’s three intelligent agents, and a kid. We’re here to solve the crime. Just like scooby doo.

“Oh my god am I the dog?” Bonnie thought to herself.

“Right this way. One of my coworkers Andy found her. He hasn’t blinked since.” Her tone was steady, deep, she must be very professional, or has seen something like this before.

As they were led through the forest, Bonnie noted how close the trees were. Not really good for entering. And she wrote it down. There had to be another entrance somewhere. It would be hard to move around in here without making a noise or dropping the body you carried.

Before she even knew it, the agents had stopped walking, and the three of them were staring downwards. So Bonnie did too, and almost vomited.

It was horrible. The girl must have been around her age. Brunette, small, skinny, but perky. That’s the ideal type isn’t it? To be thin but also have a little something going on. She knew that she want to be like that. But was rather flat, as she would put it when looking in the mirror.

The girls hair was chopped right to the scalp, bald patches shining here and there and some cuts on where the shearing had gone too close to the head.

The girls face was grey, totally lifeless. But what the worst part of it was, was that it was hardly a face. It had been mutilated with a blade.

“Fifteen stab wounds. Most to the face, some to the body which is probably what killed her.” Sandy sighed. “Poor girl. You never think something like this could ever happen to you. She was so pretty too… shame.” Sandy said staring right down at the girls bloody corpse.

In her notes, Bonnie wrote down about the overkill. The rage.

But was there hair here? On the ground? Or any blood splatters? If the girl was killed here, the hair that was cut should be here too.

“There’s no hair around here. Or blood.” She said.

“You’re right…” Agent Hotchner mumbled. “He’s not killing them here. He might be holding them.” And he flipped out his phone.

“Garcia, I need you to find missing persons report on brunette young girls, typically attractive, thin, and small.”

“She’s on it. Hopefully we can find out his type. And he might already found his next victim.”

Bonnie gulped hard.

Once there was nothing else to look at, the four began travelling back to the car through branches and twigs.

“That was some good spotting kid.” Agent Gideon made Bonnie jump.

“Oh… thank you sir.” Smiling gratefully.

“I hear your studying criminal justice?”

“Yes sir I am. I’m almost finished. I’ve been skipping a lot of grades and should be finished next year at some point.”

“Oh another genius! So tell me, what are you planning to do once you’re done?”

“FBI training.” She said proudly and Agent Gideon smiled.

“Well you’ve proven you know your stuff well. Keep it up and you’ll be in the BAU in no time. I’ll make sure of it. That’s how Spencer got in! Knew him when he was studying and could see his wits from miles away. Once he was done all he had to do was give me a call.”

If he was hinting at her doing the same thing, she might faint.

She’s always had a passion for justice. She was smart and wanted to use it for good. Help others. Save them. Make something of herself instead of falling into the same path are the one her mother is taking.

“So what have you found?” Agent Hotchner asked Jennifer who began filling him in on missing girl cases and had three pictures up on a clear board which Spencer was scribbling profusely on, while Derek read over the victims files.

“No sexual assault on any of them. I think JJ might be right. It might be a woman.”

Jennifer sighed. “But how is she doing it?”

“Being nice?” Bonnie suggested.

“Gaining their trust.” Said Gideon, taking a seat. “These young girls wouldn’t think twice about a woman or another young girl showing kindness would they? They’re more trustworthy than men.”

“I don’t know about you guys but I wouldn’t just walk away with a strange woman just because she’s nice to me.” Jennifer commented and Bonnie nodded her head agreeing.

Then Emily added, “Trustworthy. People of authority uh… police officers, nurses maybe, someone the public is brought up to know will help them.”

“So how’s she getting rid of the bodies.” Agent Hotchner asked the question they were all thinking.

“A car would be too small I think. Too easy to get evidence on it. So maybe a van, or a truck. Something bigger that would have space to hold someone.” Spencer spoke to the board he was staring at.

“Great. We’re ready to deliver the profile, good work guys.” Agent Hotchner left the room with the team following in his footsteps.

The whole police departement sat before them, looking up at them eagerly wanting just as much they did to catch the person doing this. Sandy from the park had also arrived. She wanted to find who was defiling her beloved park just like everyone else.

Agent Hotchner spoke first. “The person were looking for is female. All victims have been white so we feel safe to assume this unsub is too.”

Then Derek. “She’s someone trustworthy. It could be someone of the law or of some other authority. These girls don’t have to question whether or not they’re safe with the unsub.”

“She’s full of rage. These women are everything that she wants to be. Small, thin, pretty, and she’s taking her own insecurities out on them, shown by the over kill and cutting of hair.” Emily spoke up.

“So we’re looking for a woman who may not be the same age as these victims. She’s old enough to know the Livingstone area well and clever enough to plan out her attacks and kidnappings.” Said Spencer.

“That’s right. These aren’t spree killings or sudden fits of anger. These girls are being kidnapped, held, tortured, then murdered.” Agent Gideon finished, all of the detectives and officers had their mouths gaping. Sandy’s expression was sour and Bonnie couldn’t blame her. The innocence of these young girls were ripped from them cruelly. All because some bitch never learned how to love herself.

“That’s all for now. Thank you.” Agent Hotchner allowed the detectives to go back to work.

At that moment, Sandy had her phone to her ear, and looked wide eyed to Agent Hotchner. “Sir, they’ve found another body.”

“What? Already?” Bonnie followed quickly to keep up with his long strides and they ended up in the jeep, Emily and Derek in the back as Bonnie had accidentally taken the passenger seat. She could tell Derek was a little annoyed at that.

“Another body… they’re picking up the pace man.” Derek said worriedly and Agent Hotchner nodded.

“It’s weird… we were literally just there and the second we leave there’s another body… how?”

“Maybe they were watching us. They knew we were there and waited until we were gone to dump another.” Emily commented from her back seat.

Bonnie hadn’t seen anyone in the trees… maybe they were high up like a bird and she had missed it.

“Over this way!” Sandy yelled having beat them to the scene, this time in a small black car. The truck must be used for park purposes.

The team followed into the scraggly bushes, and went deep into the forest about a ten minute walk until they laid eyes on their latest victim.

Just the same as the last, but a more violent attack had occurred. The girls ear was missing, the other still intact with a dangly sapphire earring. Her face was practically gone. Mush.

“How could…” Bonnie choked and Emily lay a gently hand on her shoulder.

From the rest of her body, she looked young. Nineteen maybe twenty or eighteen. She had her whole life ahead of her and now it was nothing but ashes. They couldn’t even identify her yet…

“ID in her pocket. Drivers licence. Katy Darnwall, seventeen.” One of the officers handed Agent Hotchner the girls card with a glove. She was one of the girls on Spencer’s board.

Seventeen… possibly the youngest of the lot. Probably still in high school not yet completed her exams…

“That’s disgusting…” holding the back of her hand against her mouth, Bonnie took a deep breath while Emily squeezed her grip.

“How long has she been here?” Derek asked the officers.

“Dumped today. She’s still warm. A dog found her. He was off his leash.”

“If you like I can take you to the park station and we can call her parents.” Sandy suggested, looking down at the girl.

“No… we need to have a look around. See how the unsub got this deep in. There’s close trees, there has to be a path easier to get in.” Agent Hotchner shook his head and turned his attention to Emily and Derek.

“Split up and try and find the entrance, you too Bonnie, note down anything suspicious.”

And she obliged immediately. Anything not to look at the blood still pouring out of the young girls face.

On her way she went. Separating from the group with her notepad in hand. Writing as her mind refused to stop thinking for just a second.

“Woman… older… not very pretty, or thin.” She spoke out loud. “Truck or van…” just subconsciously, a face blinked in her mind. Sandy was a bit like that. She wasn’t trying to be mean or insulting but that’s just what the description made her think of. Maybe there’s someone living out here pretending to be a guide and luring these girls into a cabin or shed.

Bonnie had been walking through a dirt path for about ten minutes now, not even realising, and saw at the bottom of a hill was in fact, a shed. It was hard to see. Moss covered the sides and blended the building into the trees and bushes. Just like the rest of the forest, the trees were close together. Anyone walking past wouldn’t have even seen it.

But Bonnie really did love quizzes and challenges. Amazing at spot the difference and games were you had to find hidden objects in pictures that blended into its surroundings. She didn’t know what that game was called but she had named it ‘the chameleon game.’

Immediately she pulled out her phone to dial Agent Hotchners number, but no signal.

“Shit!” She cursed and turned back to the shed that looked pretty old. Shabby but… well kept. There was a garden with flowers. Tulips. And a small lake, almost like a big puddle about twenty feet away.

She couldn’t turn back now, she was afraid she’d forget her steps. So she went forward towards the shed.

Watching her footing, careful not to trip, she began her descent, and noticed there was a path to her left. That must be how this person is getting the victims out easily, instead of treading through all these branches. Another on the right near the puddle lake. Must be how they get in.

“Hey.” Bonnie’s soul almost left her body and she slipped down onto the dirty ground, covering her skirt in dry mud.

Whipping around she saw Sandy and sighed with relief, getting back to her feet. “Hey… did you know this shed was here?” She asked, pointing in the direction.

“Never seen that thing in my life.” The woman shrugged.

But she’s the head of the rangers right? She needs to know all about the park.

“How come?” She asked innocently, as anxiety began to fill her stomach, something wasn’t right.

“Just never saw it. Some of these woods are still undiscovered.”

Well that couldn’t be true. There was a map at the station for visitors so they don’t get lost. Unless this wasn’t on the map.

“Oh right… well…” she didn’t really know what to do now.

“We’ll check it out together alright? I’m here with you. Nothing to be afraid of.” Sandy’s smile had eased her, so she began to walk. Trusting her.

The closer to the shed she got, the louder the alarms were in her head. But she didn’t know what to do about them. Sandy was here, but Bonnie was beginning to doubt whether that was a good thing.

Older woman, not ideally pretty, not thin, trustworthy, authoritative, truck… it all added up and formed into the woman walking right next to her.

And… had she been following her? She was a long way away from the dump site, why hadn’t she let herself be known…

Sandy was a few steps in front of her, and Bonnie caught a glimpse of something shiny. “What’s that?” She had suddenly asked, curious on the little blue gem in Sandy’s hand, twirling between her fingers.

“Just a little something I found.”

Katy Darnwall’s missing earrings.

The look of realisation must have been clear, as Sandy smiled and approached Bonnie slowly, and once reached, took strands of her hair through her stubby fingers, admiring it in her hand.

“Y’know, in all my life I’ve actually never seen someone with ginger hair before. Must be a foreign thing. It’s very pretty. Just like you. You’re thin, small, got nice rosy cheeks.” To which she pinched Bonnies face. A little too hard and Bonnies breathing hitched.

She wanted to cry out of fear. Scream for Agent Hotchner or Emily who wouldn’t even hear her. Someone safe. Someone to save her.

“And gorgeous blue eyes! Y’know how rare it is for ginger people to have blue eyes? Only zero point two percent in the entire world has that.” She looked down at Bonnie with a twisted smile, still playing with her hair in her fingers, with her free hand she stroked her cheek.

“I bet you’ve had a lot of boyfriends huh?”

“N-no… I’ve never dated anyone.” And that was true. She didn’t have the time nor the confidence to do so.

“Oh really? Why’s that? You’re a really beautiful girl. No one would ever want to date someone like me.” Sandy laughed, a little crazed. “But you… I know everyone wants a piece of you, and I hate you!” The hair between Sandy’s fingers was yanked hair and Bonnie fell down, suddenly feeling the weight of a boulder coming down on her face.

Scared and unsure what was happening, she pushed up hard, and rolled down the rest of the hill with Sandy running behind her. Hitting her head on stones or twigs on the earthy ground until she came to a quick stop and jumped, bolting for the shed.

“Get back here you little shit!” Bonnie screamed with fright and tried to door handle which didn’t budge, and dipped out the way before the pocket knife in which Sandy had pulled out collider with the wooden door, piercing it right through.

As she sprinted behind the shed she whipped out her phone and prayed for even just a little signal, but came up blank. But she pressed the call button anyways, letting it ring in her pocket.

There was the path to her left. The one which Sandy must have been using to dispose the bodies. If she followed it, it could lead her back to the team. Back to Agent Hotchner who’d know what to do.

The air was went still. Bonnie stifled sobs from pressing her back against the shed, trying to hear footsteps or dirt crunching to get an idea on where Sandy was now.

But there was nothing. Which was more terrifying actually.

Run for it. You’re quick and she’s a little bigger than you are. She might not catch you.

Bonnie crept to the edge of the shed where she reluctantly peeked her head round the corner to see it open. Wanting to not think about anything anymore, her legs took control and she was running towards the path.

That was when Sandy pounced. She was a hunter. Knew how to catch prey in these woods, and she was pretty quick on her feet.

“HELP!” Bonnie screamed into the woods as hot tears rolled down her face. She didn’t have protection like the others with their guns. She had her bare hands and feet that were shaking all over she didn’t know how much she could run.

“HOTCH!” She screamed again, begging for the one member of the team she longed for. His approval, his praise, everything. He was just amazing. So calm and preserved yet caring and understanding. She felt safe when she worked with him and always felt bubbly when he smiled at her. He was the only person she thought of when running.

Sandy was catching at a frightening speed, like a cheeta chasing an antelope, and Bonnies skirt wasn’t in her favour, restricting the movement of her legs, which she would curse out later for possibly being the reason she had been caught so quickly.

Sandy was on top of her again in a flash, but she kicked with all her might and strength in her body to stop the woman from turning her into her next victim.

“Bonnie!” The sound of a man’s voice slipped through her ears, not really processing it at all as her brain was too busy instructing Bonnie on how to dodge a blade.

One hard kick after bringing her knees up close to her chin had done the trick to loosen the larger woman’s grip on her and she crawled backwards, eyes manic with fear but she had forgotten how to stand.

Though she didn’t have to.

“Stop right there!” It was Derek, standing on higher ground pointing his gun directly at Sandy who had not paid him any attention. Instead she was looking hungrily in the direction of Bonnies small frame. Snarling like an animal fighting for food.

The woman lunged and Bonnie screamed.

Then a gunshot.

Bonnies shut eyes tentatively opened, and was horrified by the bloody scene in front of her.

Sandy had been shot through the chest. One clean shot. Her blood pooled around her body, as well as dripped from Bonnies nose.

“Kid?! Are you alright?” Derek’s voice was muffled. She couldn’t stop staring at the woman.

“She tried… she tried to…” she was ashamed on how her sobs broke loose but was comforted by the strong arms of Derek around her.

Picking her up swiftly with the young girl clinging onto his shoulders, legs weak, she watched as Sandy’s lifeless figure became smaller and smaller until she was gone.

She must have fallen asleep or passed out because when she opened her eyes again, her and Derek had just arrived back at the park station.

The strong man put her down and steadied her with his hand.

“You alright? You’re not hurt or anything?” He questioned frantically, checking her for cuts or bruises.

“I don’t know… my arm is a little sore.” Derek pulled her blazer up and winced.

“Must have got you and you didn’t realise. Will need stitches.” His gaze softened and his hand caressed her cheek, it was much more friendly than Sandy’s.

“Some first case right?” She had tried to joke but choked on a sob afterwards.

There was embarrassment and let down. She wanted to be in this field so badly but had fumbled her first chance.

“Bonnie! Oh my god, thank god you’re safe.” Once the pair walked in, Agent Hotchner sped over and had engulfed her in a hug, which she returned tightly. “You did it. You found her, seriously well done.”

She didn’t understand.

“What do you mean?”

“Your call to me, Garcia tracked it and Derek found you first. Officers are down at the shed and have found two girls. Without you, they wouldn’t have been found.”

Bonnie could have vomited now with the knowledge that she had been right at that shed and had no idea… but how could she? She tried the door and it was locked. She couldn’t get in if she wanted to. She couldn’t kick down door the way Derek could.

“But I failed.” Her lip quivered.

“Failed?” Jennifer scoffed with a smile. “Bonnie you caught her. And those other girls are safe now because of you. I’d call that success.”

“Days in the field are hard. Sometimes it gets rough.” Agent Gideon nodded his head.

“But if Derek hadn’t-“

“No. Enough. You did good. And I’m sorry for sending you out there alone… if I had any idea then…” Agent Hotchner sighed. “We found out probably the same time as you when we realised Sandy had gone. We were looking everywhere and your call helped us find you.”

Bonnie pulled the phone out of her pocket and checked that it had eventually went through.

“Thank you.” She whispered and Agent Hotchner led her outside with the rest of the team, away to get some medical treatment to which Bonnie still couldn’t really feel her arm. She just knew that it hurt. The blood on her coat said otherwise however.”

Fresh stitches, clean clothes, a good rest. The plane back to DC would be a little while and she was very excited to sleep, though she wasn’t sure if she’d be able to commit to it.

She’d never been attacked like that before. It had been a serious eye opener to who the BAU actually deal with. But then there was thrill to do it all over.

“So…caught your first bad guy today huh?” Emily said with a smirk on her face at the other side of the table in the jet.

Bonnie chuckled. “I guess so.”

“I read your notes. You were ahead of us. I couldn’t imagine how scary that must have been though. Figuring it out alone when the person is right there next to you… that must have sucked ass.”

“It did. But it’s over now.”

Emily winked to Bonnie. “Damn right it’s over. If you were of age I’d offer you a drink.”

“Legal age in Scotland is eighteen y’know.”

“Yeah well, I’m not ready to lose my badge yet.” The two of them laughed. Bonnie didn’t drink anyways, she hated it.

“So… would you like to tell me what the first body you ever saw was then?” Emily asked and Bonnie twisted her mouth as she stared around the window at the soft clouds passing by.

“My dad.” She said absently. “Drug overdose. I was six. Me and my mum have been ourselves ever since.”

Emily frowned deeply and stretched her hand over to where Bonnies lay on the table. “Well, if you ever need someone I’m only a phone call away. We all are. Each of us all have some sort of trouble one way or another… you’re part of the team even if you’re an assistant. You’re part of the BAU.”

Bonnie smiled in spite of the void in her chest, sniffed before closing her eyes.

“Thank you… Emily.”

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eddies-puppet · 1 year

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𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 | 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙚𝙞𝙙

When an old unsolved case falls back onto their desks, the BAU calls in reinforcements from Emily's days with Interpol. Becca's arrival stirs the case up, as well as the heart of a certain Dr Reid...

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 1: 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵

Warnings: Descriptions of violence

Word count: 1,518

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Becca sighed as the elevator came to a stop on the sixth floor, straightening her black dress as the doors opened slowly. Stepping out, she walked towards the large glass doors across the corridor. She pulled the heavy door open, the sound of people bustling around filling her ears.

"Excuse me," she smiled to the tall man pouring himself a coffee, towering over her even in her heels as he pushed his hair back from his face. "I'm looking for Emily Prentiss?" He smiled down at her, gesturing towards the far corner of the room.

"That's her office in the corner."

"Perfect, thank you," she smiled as she turned and made her way towards the open door. She paused in the doorway, smiling as she peeked her head around the corner. Emily was hunched over her desk, scribbling away at some paperwork. "Did someone call for an exhausted Brit?" She laughed, Emily's face lighting up as she heard her voice.

"Oh my god, it's so good to see you," Emily exclaimed, jumping up from her desk and running to the doorway, pulling her friend into a tight hug.

"You too Em," Becca smiled as she pulled away, pushing her long dark hair behind her ear. "I wish it were under better circumstances though," she added sadly.

"Yeah, true story," Emily muttered as she walked back around her desk, taking a seat and gesturing for Becca to sit down opposite her. "So how are you? I was really sorry to hear you and Adam broke up."

"Oh god, don't be! I'll fill you in some time, but trust me, it's a good thing," Becca laughed. "But I'm good, thank you. How about you?"

"Really good. The last few years have been a whirlwind, but I'm glad I decided to come back," Emily said, nodding slowly. "Thank you for getting here so quickly. You must be really jetlagged." Becca raised her eyebrows, nodding dramatically.

"Just a bit!" She laughed. "But if we can catch this fucker between us, it'll be worth it. How many times has he hit in Washington?"

"Two so far, but it's been a couple of weeks since his last kill so he's going to snap again sooner or later," Emily explained.

"I'm just glad your analyst managed to link them. Without her, we might never have spotted them all," Becca said.

"Garcia is the best of the best," Emily smiled. "She did leave the BAU for a few months, and I can't tell you how glad we all are that she's back. The team are waiting for me in the round table room, you ready to get started?" Becca smiled, rising eagerly from her seat.

"Let's do it. I can't wait to meet them with everything you've told me," she smiled. Emily walked from her office, gesturing for Becca to follow.

As she followed Emily along the raised walkway that ran around the outside edge of the room, she glanced around the large office. There were files lining the far wall, and banks of desks filled the room, people milling around busily, and a kitchen area in the corner nearest to the large glass doors.

She smiled to herself, picturing her tiny room in the basement of the Interpol offices in London, with its tiny window high in the wall that even if she was tall enough to see out of it, all she'd see was the back alley of the building. Very far removed from the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the walkway, with panoramic views of the Quantico complex.

As they reached the closed door, Emily paused, her hand on the door handle.

"Prior warning. Penelope is going to go crazy for your British accent," Emily laughed. "Also, don't try shaking Spencer's hand. He's a bit of a germophobe and believe me, you don't want his speech about it being safer to kiss."

"Noted," Becca laughed softly as Emily pushed the door open and strolled inside.

"Ok guys, our special guest has arrived, let's get started," Emily said loudly as she made her way to the large circular table and took a seat, Becca sitting down beside her.

"First, let me introduce you to Dr Rebecca Harding. She teaches forensic psychology in England and she consults for Interpol, which is how our paths crossed. Becca is here to work with us on some recent killings in Washington, and I want you to consider her a part of this team for as long as she's here," Emily instructed the team.

"If she's not too tired from her trip, I was thinking maybe Becca could join us all for drinks tonight?" Emily suggested, looking at Becca, her lips curling into a small smile.

"Count me in," Becca smiled.

"Oh!" Garcia exclaimed. "I love the British accent!" She grinned, clapping her hands excitedly. "Would you like some tea mate?" She laughed in a very bad attempt at a British accent, earning a snorted laugh from the Hispanic man sitting opposite Becca.

Becca already knew she and Garcia would become great friends. She was warm and friendly, her clothes bright and cheerful, even matching her glasses.

"I mean, that was more Australian than British, but I never turn down tea," Becca chuckled.

"Can't say I didn't warn you," Emily laughed quietly. "Let me just tell you who everyone is and then I'll let Garcia talk us through the case. To your left is Dr Tara Lewis, then Matt Simmons, Jennifer Jareau, Luke Alvez, David Rossi and Dr Spencer Reid," Emily introduced everyone, all smiling warmly at Becca as Emily pointed to them in turn. She recognised Spencer as the tall stranger who she had spoken to when she first arrived. "And this delightful creature is Penelope Garcia, our tech analyst."

"And knower of all things both knowable and unknowable," Garcia chirped, bouncing out of her seat and across to the large screen at the front of the room, her bright blue heels clicking against the ground as she went.

"Well, my fine furry friends, we have a doozy for you today. Six years ago, the BAU consulted on four murders in Los Angeles," Garcia began, pressing buttons on the remote control in her hand, bringing up the pictures of four women on the screen. "This charming unsub likes to mutilate the genitals of his victims before stabbing them precisely thirteen times in the chest and stomach before slitting their throats and cutting their tongues out," Garcia grimaced, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"Talk about overkill," Tara muttered. "This guy is angry."

"Garcia, were the victims sexually assaulted?" Matt asked.

"The M.E. found it difficult to say for sure because of all the, cutting," Garcia stuttered, scrunching her nose in disgust. "But he believes they were raped beforehand. No DNA left behind though." Matt nodded slowly, chewing on the lid of his pen.

"So, we're looking at a very angry sexual sadist," Luke said quietly.

"You know, I think I remember this case," Spencer said, leaning forward in his seat. "I didn't work it but I remember Hotch and Morgan discussing it. The unsub left the bodies in public parks posed under trees, right?" Garcia nodded, pressing the remote again, bringing up a new image on the screen of one of the victims at a dump site. "If I remember correctly, the unsub then fell dormant. There were four victims and then it all just stopped."

Becca watched Spencer as he spoke quickly, his hands gesturing with every word. His hair was longer, falling in soft chocolate waves that stopped just below his ears and often fell across his hazel eyes. His style was a little different to her normal type, although she did like his combination of a suit and Converse high tops, and she had to admit he was cute. And painfully smart from what she could remember Emily telling her about him.

"You're partially correct, boy genius," Garcia said. "The killings stopped in L.A., but two months later, similar murders started in London, England. Which is where Dr Harding comes in," Garcia explained, smiling as she gestured towards Becca.

"I was called in by Interpol to help with profiling this delightful guy, which is how I met Em," Becca explained, smiling at Emily. "The murders in London were basically an exact replica of the L.A. ones. Same victimology, same M.O., same timeline. And they stopped just as abruptly a year ago."

"We got a call from the police department in Washington a few days ago about a suspected serial," Emily explained. "When Garcia ran the details through ViCAP, she noticed the links between all of the murders, and I called Becca. Thank you again for dropping everything," she smiled at Becca.

"You think I was gonna pass up the chance to work with the BAU?" Becca laughed. "Not likely!"

"It's getting late, and I'm sure this one would like a nap before we hit the bar, so head home. We'll get started in the morning," Emily said, rising from her chair. "I'll text you the address for the bar," she smiled to Becca.

"Perfect, can't wait," Becca smiled.

Chapter 2

#spencer reid #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #pretty boy #boy wonder #boy genius #criminal minds #criminal minds fan fiction #spencer reid x original female character #fanfiction #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #luke alvez #matt simmons #tara lewis #jennifer jareau

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dr-spencer-reids-queen · 8 months

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There's Beauty in Tragedy

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.9k

Warnings: home invasion, robbers, being tied up and gagged but not injured, mostly fluff

Summary: You own a multi-billion dollar company, and that means you're a target for a specific group of people who robs very rich. The whole experience is very scary but you meet the woman of your dreams because of it, so you can't be too mad at the situation.

Square Filled: crime scene (2023) for @cmbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

This big mansion is all to yourself. A dozen bedrooms and bathrooms, a big movie theater, a gorgeous indoor pool, a luxurious spa next to it, and that’s barely scratching the surface. Why do you need all this? Well, you don’t. You’re more than happy with living in a two-bedroom house that you can craft to your liking instead of a big place like this.

You make so much money that you had no other choice but to put it toward your dream house. Your heels click on the clean tiled floor as you walk into your sleek office where you know a hoard of emails are waiting for your response. For someone who is the CEO of the best jewelry company this country has ever seen, you have a shit ton of work you need to do.

Your passion in life is to make jewelry for people to feel beautiful in. It all started in the basement of your parent’s house like every other great company has. The first people you ever made jewelry for were your parents with jewels you found while camping one summer. They were so impressed that they told their immediate family who were interested in you doing this for them.

They told their friends who told their kids who told their friends and soon, everyone in town was lining at your door for your jewelry. That’s when you started taking commissions only for people who are willing to pay which is how you were able to buy your first car with your own money. Yes, you got a job when you turned seventeen so you can get experience under your belt even though you could live off what you were making on your jewelry sales.

Once the business got big enough to work out of your parent’s basement, you used your money to buy a small space in the local mall where you could extend your services to more people. You hired a few of your friends to help you with the business for a few years, and the company was only getting bigger.

It got to the point where you bought yourself your own building, and hired a call center team, IT services, mailroom workers, and a whole fleet of teams who could do the work you were doing back in high school. You named yourself the CEO of Shining Star Jewelry and retired at an early age.

You’re doing pretty well for yourself and you don’t like to hide it. You sit down at your desk and work on answering emails for a couple of hours. Afterward, you’ll make yourself some dinner and take a hot bath while watching your favorite TV show. The first hour goes by quicker than you thought it would, and you look at the time with a yawn. Maybe you can get away with cutting it an hour early.

You’re about to log out of your account when your security cameras pick up something in your backyard. Two men are in your backyard with a big black duffel bag slung over their shoulders with the intention of breaking in and stealing shit. They smash the back door and walk inside your home.

You’re not sure what to do in this situation. Do you hide? Do you run? Do you call someone? Your security alarm is set up to send a silent alarm to the local police if you don’t turn it off, so the police are coming either way. The only problem is, you’re not sure how long it will take them to get here.

Your fight or flight response kicks in and you choose to run in hopes they don’t find you. However, luck isn’t on your side because as soon as you step foot out of your office, both men stand in your way.

“Lookie lookie what we got here,” one of the men says.

They’re both wearing skull bandanas that they have tied over their face so that the only thing showing is their eyes.

“Take anything you want. Please don’t hurt me,” you beg.

“Tie her up,” one of them says.

The bigger man grabs your arm harshly and yanks you into your office. He takes out some rope, duct tape, and zip ties that will be used to subdue you. You have no clue if you’re going to lose your life, get raped, get injured, or whatever they have planned. Instead of fleeing like your body is telling you to do, you allow the man to do whatever he wants to do to you in hopes that he doesn’t hurt or kill you. He ties your ankles together with zip ties, your wrists are tied with rope very tightly, the zip ties your ankles to your wrists so you can’t use your hands, and duct tape is wrapped around your eyes and mouth so you’re forced to breathe through your nose.

“Are you done?”

“Yeah.”

“Let’s go. A place as nice as this must have good security alarms. The police will be here any minute.”

Both men leave you alone in your office to wonder what they’re taking and where they are. You have a lot of nice expensive shit everywhere that they can make a lot of money off of, but there is so much of it that they can’t possibly take it all before the police come.

Twenty agonizing minutes later, you hear police sirens outside your house. You’re not sure if the two men are gone, and if they are, you hope your cameras caught which way they went. Two officers knock on your front door to check if you’re alright. You try screaming as loud as you can but the duct tape is preventing you from making a lot of noise.

“Check around back,” one of the officers say.

Both of them split up to see if there is any disturbances only to meet at the back door which is shattered with glass all over the ground.

“NYPD! We’re coming inside!”

Both of them train their guns in front of them as they walk inside. They stick together and sweep each room one by one until they get to your office. They walk in and aim their guns at you thinking you’re one of the intruders.

“Shit,” the first officer curses and holsters his gun. He kneels next to you and takes the duct tape off first. “You’re okay, Miss. We’re here to help.”

“I couldn’t fight back,” you cry. “I am so scared.”

“I understand. Robles, help me with the zip ties.”

Both officers remove you from your ties. They didn’t kill you. Why? Paramedics come so they can check you out while more officers come to gather intel on what items the burglars stole, where they went, and who they could be. After the paramedics clear you, a female officer sits down with you in your living room.

“I know you must be scared out of your mind, but do you mind if I ask you some questions?”

“No.”

“Okay. Do you remember what the intruders looked like?”

“They had masks covering their face. I could only see their eyes. They were wearing skull bandanas around their faces. One was really big. He’s the one who shoved me into my office. The other one was really skinny. I probably weigh more than him,” you scoff. A look of realization comes over the officer’s face. “What?”

“Excuse me.”

She gets up and walks over to another officer. She whispers to him but the sound carries over to you so you’re able to hear her.

“Call the FBI. They’ve struck again.”

You’re not sure what’s going on or why the FBI needs to come here for two people stealing shit but you have no choice but to wait for them to arrive. They’re coming from Quantico, Virginia which is only an hour by plane. Three agents go to your house while the rest are set up in the NYPD station.

“Agents, thank you for coming.” You look to the left and see the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen. Blonde hair, slim, and from what you can tell blue eyes. “I’m Detective Faulkner.”

“I’m Agent Hotchner. These are Agents Jareau and Morgan.”

“You told me over the phone that this matches the other crime scenes?”

“Yes. My men found Miss Y/N in her office with duct tape over her mouth and eyes with rope and zip ties. The intruders wore skull bandanas. I read through the files that they’ve been hitting houses up and down the coastline, right?”

Two men have been hitting rich houses and stealing billions of dollars worth of things. They don’t kill their victims, but it’s suspected that they sell the items and use the money for their trafficking business.

“Yes.” JJ’s eyes look over at you and you look away to prevent her from seeing your blush. “Is this her?”

“Yes. She’s pretty shaken up.”

“I got it,” JJ says to her team and walks to you alone. “May I sit?”

“Please.”

“My name is Jennifer Jareau. I’m with the FBI.”

You’re still scared and traumatized at what happened to you, but you’re not going to let her know. She is too gorgeous to worry about you crying. Her eyes are bluer up close and her cheeks are rosy which comes from a natural tint rather than makeup blush.

“Jennifer? That’s a beautiful name. It’s suiting,” you flirt.

“Thank you,” she blushes deeper. “Can you walk me through what happened?”

You tell her exactly what you told the female officer earlier.

“After they tied me up, all I kept thinking was this is it. This is when I’m gonna die. I haven’t had time to look through my things but I had some pretty valuable items, most of which can be replaced. Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“That these men have been doing this to a lot of other people?”

“Yes. They only hit victims who have millions to billions of dollars to their name, and they just so happen to strike in the richest city in America.”

“Yeah, I try to have the best security defenses but sometimes that doesn't even stop people.”

“We’re going to work hard in catching these guys and returning your items back to you,” she promises.

“Well, I appreciate that.” She moves her long hair out of the way to reveal she has a sparking diamond necklace on. That twinkle can only be found in one place, and you smile flirtatiously. “That necklace is beautiful.”

“Thank you. I got it for my birthday last year.”

“I knew I recognized it. I designed it. It makes your eyes sparkle.”

“You have good taste, then,” she blushes.

“Beautiful jewelry for a beautiful woman.”

JJ can’t help but smile at your compliment. She has to admit, she was taken aback by your beauty when she first saw you. You’re a victim on a case she’s working so she can’t pursue you but after the case… you never know.

JJ and her team work tirelessly to capture the two unsubs before they move on to the next state. They’ve been hitting one or two big houses in each city, only choosing two cities in each state, and they’re moving across state lines which is why the FBI is involved. They normally deal with serial killers and psychopaths, never really touching on serial burglars. You’re the first person in this city to have been hit, so they’re going to hit one more person before moving to the next big city in New York.

After the police left, you tried to go back to your everyday life without possession of your things, but you tried. The press got hold of the story pretty quickly so your PR team is working endlessly to try and get behind the story before your name is dragged through the mud. You’re on your way out the door when you get a call from an unknown number.

“This is Y/N,” you answer.

“Hi, it’s Jennifer from the FBI.”

“Oh, to what do I owe the pleasure?” you smile.

“Do you mind coming down to the station right now? It’s about the robbery.”

You don’t have to look at the time to know you always have time for her.

“Of course. I’m on my way.” You drive straight to the police station which is only a ten-minute drive. You walk inside and greet one of the officers. “I’m here to see Agent Jareau.”

“Y/N, I’m glad you could make it,” JJ smiles.

“I wasn’t busy. What did you need me for?”

“We realize the burglars are going to be hitting another house soon, and we need your help locating some people.”

“Do I get to work with you?”

“If you’d like.”

“No offense to the others, but they’re not as pretty as you are,” you wink. JJ blushes once again at your compliment and leads you to an empty conference room. “So, when you mean ‘some people’ do you mean ‘rich people’? As in, do I keep in touch with any other rich folk in the city?”

“Yeah,” she says sheepishly.

“Don’t be embarrassed. I actually like to keep a record of all of my competitors in the area including who has enough money to overthrow my company.”

“I don’t think that can happen. Your jewelry is one-of-a-kind.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Jennifer, but there are a lot of people who seem to think they can outshine me.”

“Right. Who’s on your list?”

“This list is gonna cost you. Would it be too much if I asked you to go grab coffee with me? You know, like a date?” JJ’s mouth opens and closes as she tries to search for an answer. Her pale skin darkens deliciously, making you think if the rest of her skin is the same way. “I’m sorry but you’re gorgeous. When I see something I like, I grab it before someone else does.”

“Look, I’m flattered you asked me on a date, but I don’t think it would be very professional since I am working on your case. It would raise suspicions to my boss, and I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone.”

“Completely understandable. What about after?”

“We’ll talk then,” she smiles.

You give her the list of every known millionaire and billionaire in the area that you have numbers for. If someone has money, you make it your business to know who they are. The list is handed to their technical analyst, Penelope Garcia, to see if she can narrow down the very long list. The list you have in New York City alone is over seven hundred residents who are targets for this duo-team.

With Penelope’s help, that number is drastically decreased to less than fifty using the parameters they are searching for. The FBI and NYPD work on calling every person on that short list to make sure they know what’s going on and how they’re a potential target. All of them answer but one, and that’s the one that the FBI is going after thinking the two unsubs are going there.

From what you gathered, they were in the middle of a heist with bags of jewels, cash, and other expensive items when the FBI and NYPD showed up. They’re not killers but they don’t like to be cornered. If they really do work for a trafficking ring, being caught is worse than being dead, so they decided to shoot their way out.

One of them died and the other was apprehended and arrested.

They haven’t had time to sell any of the possessions they stole while in New York, so all of your items were returned back to you. Your PR team used this to your advantage to make this seem like a happy ending for you in the eyes of society. If the public can sympathize with you, then you won’t face backlash for something that wasn’t your fault to begin with.

It isn’t fair but that’s the way the world is.

JJ escorted you back home when you told her you didn’t feel safe going back there alone. She took this as an opportunity to be alone with you knowing it’s why you asked her to take you home in the first place.

“I appreciate you taking me home,” you say when she walks you up the stairs to your front door.

“I didn’t want you to feel unsafe.”

“I want you to know I will be working with my team to increase security here so we don’t have this issue again. Though, it’s such a shame to see you go. I thought we were having fun.”

“We were,” she smiles.

“Here, take this.” You reach into your purse and grab one of your business cards and a pen. You scribble your personal phone number on it since your cards only have your business phone number. “I can work remotely anywhere in the world or not at all. It’d be a real tragedy if I never got to see you again. I hear Virginia is nice this time of year. I’d love to take you out.”

“I’d like that, too.”

“Call me.” You open your front door and step inside. “Or if you have some time right now, would you like to come in for some coffee?”

She looks at her watch and shrugs.

“I got some time,” she smiles and steps inside.

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FIC: Fledgling

The BAU hasn't welcomed Emily and she thinks she ought to go.

Season 2. Em, Gideon, JJ.

Humour and self-doubt and I really enjoyed this one. I hope you do too xx

FLEDGLING

#fan fiction #emily prentiss #jason gideon #jennifer jareau #criminal minds

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hi! how are you?? can i please request a jennifer jareau x daughter!reader where reader is around 12-14 and misses the winning goal during a soccer game? reader is upset by it and JJ talks to her and maybe even tells her a story of a time where she did the same? basically JJ cheers her up and there’s lots of fluff at the end? thank you!!!

- 🍄 anon!

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The sun was low on the horizon, bathing the soccer field in a golden light as your team gathered on the green grass of the field. A gentle wind blew across the lush green, crackling under the players' cleats as they moved across them. The shouts of the coaches and the rhythmic clapping of hands formed a background beat to the lively action on the field.

Among the playing girls running across the field in their red jerseys, one girl in particular stood out in JJ's eyes. With tousled and tousled hair, an energetic look, and a jersey emblazoned with the number 01 and the words "Swift Valkyries," it was clear that you were her daughter.

"Let´s go, kiddo. I believe in you!" the blonde shouted from among the crowd, followed by a loud whistle to further motivate you. The fresh air was filled with the mix of excited shouts and exchanges from the players, the clatter of goals and the muffled sound of shoes clashing with the football. The stands were filled with fans waving posters and cheering on their respective school teams.

The game was hard fought, both teams gave it their all and the atmosphere on the football field was electric, a pulsating energy that spread throughout the pitch. You ran, sprinted, dribbled, and made precise passes with your team while fighting hard for the ball. You showed your individual skills while at the same time forming a homogeneous unit and showing an emotional intensity that clearly fueled the competition.

Spectators cheered on their own children, and in the stands you could hear the excited shouts and clapping as you ran around the field, showing off your skill and passion for the sport. You were the team's striker and today there was a particularly high expectation on your shoulders.

It was just before the end and you were one goal behind. A final attack turned the game around in the last minute. The ball rolled towards you as you positioned yourself in front of the opposing team's goal. Time seemed to stand still for a moment as you reached out and sent the ball towards the goal with a powerful shot. Both your mother and the crowd held their breaths in anticipation.

However, the ball whizzed just past the post. A disappointed sigh passed through the rows of spectators and you sank to your knees, your hands supporting your upper body on the grass. You could literally taste the defeat and the fact that the players on your team gathered around you and tried to cheer you up didn't help at all. You felt the disappointment and anger at yourself deep inside you.

Seconds later, as you watched the opposing team celebrate their victory, your coach stepped onto the field to rally your team and strengthen them despite the defeat. "Well played, Swift Valkyries. You did bravely," he said, but the frustration was clear in his voice. "It was close, but we have to learn from this defeat and grow. Next season we will win."

You tried to hold back your tears as your team retreated back to the locker room together. The other girls tried to keep encouraging you and motivating you to train even harder to win the school cup next year, but you just wanted to be alone. You stared at the floor while your teammates changed and discussed the lineup for the next practice.

"Hey, y/n," Kayla, one of your best friends on the team, suddenly spoke softly and sat down next to you to offer you some gummy bears as encouragement. "It was just a game. We'll win next time."

You nodded, but the disappointment still burned in your eyes and she soon left you alone again. As the others left the locker room, you stayed behind. You grabbed your shoes and threw them against the nearest wall with a decent amount of anger as more tears streamed down your cheeks.

A knock on the thicker door pulled you out of your momentary rage and you looked at it as it slowly opened. Your mother's face appeared, with a gentle smile on her lips. But that disappeared when she came in and saw you on the bench. Your face was red with anger and disappointment, tears shining in your eyes while the frustration from the missed goal weighed heavily on your shoulders. You seemed to blame yourself.

“Hey sweetie,” JJ began carefully, crossing the last steps that separated her from you to finally sit down next to you. Her hand fell gently on your thigh to give you comfort, her fingers gently tracing your skin in circles. "Hey mum." You answered in a shaky whisper, , exhaling deeply before looking up at her, your eyes meeting your mother's. "It was tough out there, wasn't it?"

You nodded silently, wiping the tears from your cheeks and swallowing hard. "I can't believe it, Mom. I missed the game-winning goal and we lost. We could have won."

There was a brief silence in the small, cold room. But then you heard your mother take a deep breath and put an arm around your shoulder. Pulling you closer, you rested your head on her shoulder and closed your eyes, seeing the missed shot still playing in your mind. "It happens, y/n. Sometimes things just don't work out the way we want them to. What's important is that you keep going and don't give up."

You huffed in frustration at her answer, knowing that while she was right, the fault was entirely your own. "But that was my chance and I failed. It hurts so much."

JJ sighed and began to give you soft kisses on the top of your head while brushing some stray strands of hair out of your face. "Can I tell you a story, my angel?"

"A story?" You asked skeptically and began to remove the shin pads and shoes to slowly change. Meanwhile, you listened intently to your mother.

"Yes, a story from my own time as a soccer player," the blonde replied, smiling slightly as she remembered the time from 30 years ago. "I was the same age as you, played on my school team and faced a similar situation to the one you face today. We were in the final and it was a draw. The last minute was running and the ball came right to me."

Surprised, you dropped your things and looked at her in amazement. You had never known about your mother's former passion, you had always wondered where your interest in this team sport came from. “You played soccer?” you inquired and she nodded with a wide grin.

"Yes. I wasn't a professional like you, but I really enjoyed my time on the pitch. Anyway, the ball came to me, I had a clear path to the goal. All I had to do was shoot it in and we would have won. "

"And what have you done?" you asked eagerly and sat back down on the bench with her. With excited and shining eyes, you looked into your mother's glowing eyes as she sighed theatrically and began to laugh. "I missed. I didn't even hit the ball. Instead, I slipped and fell on the field. The ball didn't move an inch from its original place."

Your eyes widened before you started laughing. JJ continued to join in the laughter, happy that she could at least cheer you up a little. “You missed the soccer ball?” you asked and she nodded. "Exactly. I was so angry with myself, just like you are now. But you have to understand that it's part of football. It doesn't make you a bad player."

You thought for a moment, your mother's words lingering in your head. Slowly but surely your disappointment faded and you felt yourself gaining new motivation. The story of your own football days had a calming, if amusing, effect on you, and you began to see the defeat in a new light. "But you certainly won the next game after that, right?" You asked cautiously as your expression became more serious again.

"No, actually not," JJ admitted. "But that didn't stop me from playing and doing my best. And that's exactly what you should do too."

Smiling slightly, you fell around your mother's neck and she pulled you onto her lap for a brief moment. "Thank you, Mom. You're the best," she gently hugged you and gently rocked you back and forth. "You're a great player, y/n. Don't let a missed goal get you down. We'll celebrate many more victories together with your team."

Your mother's words touched you and you knew that thanks to her, you could learn from this defeat, come back stronger and look forward to the next game. Football, as JJ also knew, wasn't just a game for you. It was passion. And she would continue to give everything for it and be your greatest possible support so that you don't lose your joy in it.

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