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[oraclegarcia]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa WHY DO YOU DO THIS IT HURTS FIX IT LET SPENCER KILL HIM PLEASE

Caged

Part 3

“And Abel is her father?” JJ questioned, trying to inject levity into the question where she knew deep down there was none.

Y/N nodded softly, a small smile upon her face. That smile nearly broke Spencer as he stood outside and watched helplessly. “How did you meet him?”

“We met at church,” she said. Spencer’s mouth dropped. Y/N wasn’t religious at all. This was a planted story. He swallowed the bile that had formed in his throat. Only the house in which she’d lived for the past six years truly understood what had happened to Y/N to make her believe these things. He went numb as JJ and Y/N spoke - the image of his beloved wife being brutalized, forced to turn to a fabricated story for relief and survival, freezing him in place. “He approached me and said he thought I was pretty. That he didn’t normally go to church at that time so maybe God had pushed the two of us together. We fell in love quickly and had Ilaria.”

“But you’re not married?” JJ asked, trying to understand what religion if any the household subscribed to.

Y/N shook her head and smiled. “No. Abel has many lovers because we believe that the most important thing is bringing more children into the world - bring them to God as well.”

Spencer sunk in place, his eyes no longer peering into the window toward the woman he loved. His legs were too heavy, the myriad possibilities of what she went through weighing him down. He could hear the strain in JJ’s voice, trying so hard to choke back tears, as she continued to ask her questions. “How many lovers does Abel have? How many children?”

“He has three right now,” she said, the names of the other three women falling off her tongue, “But until you took us out of our home, we had another one joining us. But you didn’t give us a chance to get to know her.”

“Her name is Monica,” JJ said, turning her attention directly toward Y/N and looking into her eyes as much as Y/N would allow. “And she didn’t go willingly. She was taken off the streets by Abel and one of the other women…just like you were.”

Spencer pulled himself to see if Y/N was in there at all, but she didn’t seem to be. He swallowed a sob while Hotch patted him on the back.

Y/N’s head snapped up toward JJ’s. “I just told you, we met in church. Abel loves me.” The force with which she believed her own words was causing her lips to quiver, the tears behind her eyes to release themselves with or without the help of her own body. “He loves us. You’re trying to turn me against him. He said that you’d do that.”

Spencer turned around, ready to walk out of the room. He didn’t know how much longer he could stand here and listen to this. “Hotch, what am I going to do? She thinks he loves her. He got her pregnant. He told her to fear me, and he prepared her for law enforcement. How am I supposed to get her back?” The heated tears flowed freely, his hands over his mouth in an attempt to stifle the noise.

“It’s not going to be easy,” Hotch replied, “But people have come back from this before - Jaycee Lee Dugard, Elizabeth Smart. It sounds like Y/N has Stockholm syndrome too. The good thing is that we have Abel Mitchell for two counts of murder. He is not getting out, which means she’s free of him and can start to heal.”

Running his hands through his hair, he said nothing to Hotch and returned to the window. “Do you know what Abel did?” JJ asked, her voice moving from soft to stern, her eyes harder than before. “Do you remember these two women?” She pulled out two photos - one of a late-20s brunette with wavy hair down to her shoulders and a beautiful heart-shaped face, the other of another late-20s woman, this one with blond hair and blue eyes. Next to the pictures of the two beauties lay pictures of them on slabs, devoid of color, their skin pale and sunken, the life in their eyes snuffed out.

“That’s Eva and Bethany,” Y/N said, recognition flashing followed by a hint of fear. “What happened to them?”

“They were murdered. Neither of them could have children. They both miscarried twice and Abel killed them.” JJ was desperate to break through even just a little bit. She was Spencer’s wife, but she’d also been her friend. Seeing her like this, having to talk to her like this was making her heart ache.

“No!” Y/N screamed, getting up from the chair and hitting it back into the table. “No! He wouldn’t do that! Abel is a good man! You’re trying to frame him!”

JJ got up as well and glanced back toward where she knew Spencer was standing, her look conveying what she was feeling when her words could not. “We aren’t, Y/N,” JJ said. “We have proof. Abel’s DNA is underneath their fingernails. His prints are on their necks.” She placed her own hands around her neck. Something about that motion pushed Y/N over the brink.

“No! No! No! No! My name is Rebekah!” Over and over again, she smacked at her head to the point where JJ, Morgan and Hotch had to hold her arms to keep her from hurting herself further. “Abel wouldn’t do that! He loves me! He loves me! He loves me! Let go of me! Get your hands off me! I want to see Abel! Where is Abel?”

The screeching that came out of her mouth could be heard throughout the entire bullpen. She screamed his name repeatedly until she couldn’t anymore, until Spencer was certain she’d torn at her vocal cords. “I’m going to bring you back to me, I swear,” he said out loud to himself. “I promise.”

With the palms of his hands, Spencer wiped away his tears and turned from the window, unable to see her screaming and crying and pleading to see the man that took her away from him over and over again - the man who likely beat and raped her day in and day out until she turned to this fabricated story to survive with some semblance of sanity intact. Instead, he walked with purpose, the people before him parting like the Red Sea as he stormed across the bullpen to the room Abel was being kept in.

Spencer couldn’t talk to his wife for fear of breaking her further, but he would be damned if he wasn’t going to interrogate this bastard. Rossi realized where he was going and followed him. “Kid, I’m coming in with you. You can’t go in alone.”

“Fine,” he said hotly, his eyes never breaking their gaze from the door that shielded him from the man who’d taken his wife away. “But I’m going in.”

As he pulled open the door and walked inside, a skin-crawling grin was painted across his face. “She’s asking for me, huh? How does that feel, Agent?”

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[oraclegarcia]

hello friends rb this and put how many tags u have blacklisted in the tags im curious 😁

[oraclegarcia]

Hello I’m a criminal minds blog! I’ve been watching (and re-watching lmao) the show for a while, but I never really interacted with the fandom! I’m looking for Criminal Minds blogs to follow, so can you rb if you are one? Thanks!

[oraclegarcia]

No matter what happens tonight, three things will remain true:

this show has given us a beautiful little fandom community, and that’s something so special

we were so lucky to have a show that inspired us and a cast that supported each other like family even through all the changes and network nonsense

fanfiction will always fix it

[oraclegarcia]

The Birth of An Angel

Warnings: Past miscarriage.

A/N: A follow-up to Did I Do Something Wrong, requested by the same person that asked for the first piece. I’ve had the ask for a while, but today I found out my sister lost her baby so I decided to write.

Keep reading

[oraclegarcia]

You’re Somebody Else - Spencer Reid

hello and welcome to my new Spencer blurb!  this one is inspired by You’re Somebody Else by Flora Cash.  I recently saw them in concert opening for Judah & The Lion.  they were both really awesome :) 

HOWEVER, this blurb contains TRIGGER WARNINGS and SENSITIVE SUBJECTS.  warnings below and trigger warnings tagged.

warnings: mentions of domestic violence, victim blaming, victim blaming themself, domestic abuse, etc.

word count: 1,369

Spencer had known you for years.  You started at the FBI as an intern in a different unit when you were still in college, and only 21 years old.  Over time, you were hired in the Crimes Against Children unit, and six years after that, you were hired onto the team for the Behavioral Analysis Unit.  You were growing quickly in the FBI.

Now, three years after that, you were thirty years old.  Over the last couple of months, the entire team noticed a difference in you, one that you vehemently denied, even to Aaron Hotchner, your boss.  Perhaps they saw a change, but you felt the same.  At least, you thought you did.

Spencer, especially, had noticed it.  He noticed the exact day it started, and refrained from asking you about it in fear it would only make it worse.  He knew his fear was falsified, and he knew he should talk to you about it.  But he wasn’t sure how.

You should be happy.  You were in a relationship with a person named Danny, who made you happy at one point, for the last year and a half you were together, but the last two months, it was as if you were unable to be happy.

Today, you sat at your desk in the bullpen, starting at your computer screen with a blank look on your face.  As Spencer watched you, he was sure there was no way you were reading anything.  You looked like your mind was disconnected from the rest of you.  You were worse than ever.

Spencer cleared his throat, to see if that would get your attention, but you didn’t even flinch.  Your eyes were glassed over and detached from the world.  “(Y/N),” Spencer murmured, trying to remain subtle.  Your eyes darted up then, regaining life in them, but only for a second before they looked sad. 

“Spencer,” you replied just as quietly and shifted uncomfortably in your seat. 

He furrowed his eyebrows and watched as you looked away from him quickly.  “Can we talk?”  He asked you and nodded towards the conference room.  You glanced that way too, towards the open door and empty room.

“Now isn’t really a good time,” you tried to lie, but Spencer had already stood and began walking in that direction.  You sighed heavily, quickly locked your computer screen, and followed after him.

Spencer closed the door behind the two of you, and you hovered near the round table, running the tips of your fingers over the top.  Spencer watched you closely, taking in every aspect of you, from the shoes you wore to your hair tied up carefully.  He noticed now, something he didn’t notice before, that your clothes hung from you, as if they were a size or two too large for you.  You lost weight, and he knew this wasn’t good for you.  “You’re somebody else,” he told you without thinking, and watched as your nervous eyes darted up to him. 

You shifted.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Spencer,” you said too quickly.  You knew exactly what he was talking about, but wanted nothing more than to avoid it all.  

“Yes, you do,” he said then, sternly and sharply, in a tone he had never used with you.  Unconsciously, you flinched, and immediately wished you didn’t.  Spencer’s face flushed, and his hands fell to his side as realization struck him.  “Is Danny - ” he began, but you cut him off. 

“Spencer, please don’t,” you whispered to him.  Your eyes fell to the ground as you took a shallow breath.  “You don’t understand,” you began softly as you tugged at your sweater, “It’s my fault.  He asked me to marry him a few months ago, and I said no, and he was mad and knew I was lying when I told him it was because I wasn’t ready.  It’s my fault,” you insisted and pulled your sleeves down over your hands.  “it’s my fault because he knows I fell in love with someone else before I fell in love with him, and he knows he can never compete.  It’s my fault,” you repeated again.  With each word you said, Spencer could feel a chisel breaking his heart into pieces.

There you were, looking so small now, with bags under your eyes and nervous ticks you never had before,  There you were, blaming yourself for something that was absolutely anything but your fault.  Spencer walked to you then, taking you by the shoulders briefly before hugging you to his chest, one arm around your waist and the other wrapping up to hold the back of your neck.  “Is he hurting you?”  Spencer whispered as you took shallow breaths, as if you were hyperventilating. 

You shook your head.  “Only once,” you murmured as you buried your face into Spencer’s chest, as if you were hiding yourself from the world.  “Just once,” you repeated, as if you were trying to convince yourself instead of Spencer.  “He verbally hurts me, more than anything,” you admitted and ducked your head further into him in an attempt to avoid eye contact all together.

Spencer was silent for a moment, as he held you to him, he knew in that moment he would do whatever it takes to remove you from that situation and help you in any and every way he can.  His fingers tangled in your hair as he pulled back slightly to look at you.  You looked up, appearing sad and broken.  “None of this is your fault.  You have done nothing wrong, and you have every right to love whoever you want to love, and you have every right to deny a proposal.  You can do whatever you want, when you want, and no one should tell you differently,” Spencer told you gently but sternly as your eyes became glassy with tears.  “I will fix this.  We will talk to Hotch and get you a restraining order, and you can stay with me until we figure everything out, okay?”  Spencer offered to you quietly. 

You sniffled, the start of a cry you were holding back, and you nodded.  “Do I deserve this, Spence?”  You asked in the most broken voice he had ever heard from you.  His heart shattered as your large, innocent eyes looked up to him.

“Never,” he practically choked out, “You do not deserve this.  This isn’t anything you could do to deserve this.  You deserve the world and so much more, and I will do everything I can to show you this,” he told you.  “Do you want me to get Hotchner?”  He asked as he pulled away from you and pulled a chair out for you to sit in.

Numbly, you nodded.  Spencer nodded as well and leaned down to look at you.  “It will be okay.  We will make it okay, together,” he promised you with a sad smile before standing up and walking to the conference door quickly to get Hotch.

You watched him as he walked.  And, as you didn’t have much to lose, you spoke to him quickly.  “Spencer,” you said, causing him to turn and look.  “It was you.  I fell in love with you years before I even met Danny.  Danny could never compete because he knew I would always love you,” you told him as your eyes met his, looking broken and sad. 

Spencer licked his lips, his hand on the doorknob.  “You’re not ready for this, but I love you, too, but only one problem at a time,” he told you with a small smile. 

For what felt like the first time in weeks, you cracked a smile, looking down at your hands in your lap, and laughed airily and shortly to yourself.  If only the last few months had been as easy as this.

[oraclegarcia]

secrets don't make friends

Reid with a younger love interest, like 10+ years younger, that he has been afraid to introduce to the team out of fear of judgment due to the age gap. Set season 10 or later pls. I love your works!

thank u, anon !! hope u like it (ps, theres definitely gonna be a part 2🥰)

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Warnings: 10 year age gap, erm otherwise it's sfw; couples quarrel, spencer being big dumb, 

Pairing: s10!spencer x young!fem!reader 

Word count: 1.6k (1628)

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Spencer had been away for three days. It was his job. He loved what he did, and you supported him no matter what. You understood and didn't fuss when he wouldn't return home for days on end. Mainly because he'd make sure to call you every night before they settle in the hotel room. Reciting memorized poems or excerpts from his favorite works of literature over the phone, simultaneously listening to your breath even out and deepen; signaling your sleep. 

Although, tonight was different. Spencer had sent a simple text saying they were on the way back, and he'd be home in an hour. You were uber excited for him to get back. All the while he was away, he had been telling you about a big Italian dinner party someone on his team was hosting. 

One of your favorite things to do with spencer was listen to the stories he told of his teammates. Particular about their get-togethers. How easily Garcia got wine drunk and emotional, in a good way though. Even more nurturing and empathetic than usual. How Emily would take an entire night to drink one glass.because she wasn't a big drinker, but neither was she rude and would take what was offered to her. How Jennifer would so often steal admirant glances at Emily and smile to herself. The way Derek would bask in Garcian affection a little more than he would during office hours. The long, reminiscent stories agent Rossi would tell of his ex-wives, and these dinner parties being the rare occasions that made agent Hitchner smile.

You couldn't wait to meet them all. You had always heard such great things about them, and you were over-the-moon about finally getting to introduce yourself. 

From your seat in the livingroom, the sound of keys and a jiggling doorknob catches your ears. 

Spencer's home. 

You hop up from the couch and race to meet him at the door. The moment he steps in before he even gets his.bags sat down, you're embracing him with a death grip. 

"Well, hello to you too, y/n," he says with a light laugh. You release him, and he places a kiss to your forehead. "Sorry I didn't call before we were in the air. Everything got rushed." 

"It's okay, Spence. I get it. Besides, I'm soooo exciiteddd," you say in a sing-song voice, racing upstairs to slip into your outfit for the evening. 

"Uh.. excited for…?" He trails off, following behind you up the stairs. 

"Oh, shut up, Spencer. You've been talking about it for days!" You reach in the closet and pull out two of your favorite dresses, asking Spencer to pick one. "So, maroon or lavender?"

Spencer looks down scanning the floor, searching for a way to let you down easy. 

"Babe, I thought we discussed this." 

"We've been discussing it for the last three days. What do you mean?" 

"I- y/n, you're not going." 

Your heart shatters. You've been looking forward to meeting Spencer's co-workers since the day you started dating. He had already met your family, and with the team being the closest thing to a family for him, you thought you'd get the same respect. 

You hastily re-hang your dresses; huffing and puffing all the while. Throwing your perfectly done-up hair into a ungodly knot on the top of your head, you slip on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, pushing past Spencer and downstairs to the dining room. 

"Y/n, look. I didn't mean to sound rude. They just don't know about you yet." 

"Then when will they, Spencer? It's been almost a year. I've been dying to meet these people I've heard so much about, and they don't even know you have a girlfriend. I- I bought two fucking bottles of wine because I didn't want to show up empty handed, an- and I'm not allowed to show up at all?? When are you even gonna mention me, Spence?" 

"Look, this me-and-you thing doesnt have to be an everyone else thing," he says grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. 

The slight romantic gesture doesnt help at all; you're still pissed. "Oh, so I'm like a secret, huh?" you counter, narrowing your eyes at him. 

"Exactly!" he exclaims, eyes lighting up. 

"Secrets don't make friends ya know." 

"I've been friends with them longer than I've known you. My friends will be just fine not knowing this," he says rather matter-of-factly. 

Your jaw goes slack. The audacity! 

"Well then," you begin lowly. "More accurately, secrets don't make girlfriends." 

"Y/n, you don't mean tha-" his phone rings, cutting him off. "Hello… Yeah. Yeah I'm ready. I'll be down in just a few minutes." 

He opens his mouth to speak again, but you cut him off. "Go." Turning around, you grab a bottle of wine off the counter and pop the cork. "I'll be here," you say, then take a drink straight from the bottle. 

"I love you. I'll be back." He cups your cheek and places a kiss to your forehead before heading for the door. 

"Bet you do." 

After moping around for a while over your boyfriend - who is presumably single to everyone else - you decide to call up your friend. You weren't going to sit and be sad while spencer was out having a good time. You deserved fun too. 

You call your best friend, and after a few rings she picks up. "Hey, y/n, what's up?" 

"Eh, nothing much. I was just wondering if you'd maybe wanna go out tonight?"

"Ah of course! We haven't been anywhere together is soo lonnggg!" 

"We went out just last week," you reply with a laugh. 

"Not soon enough," she says, a faux pouty tone apparent in her voice. 

"Well then, it's your lucky night because we're going out." 

"Perfect! I'll be over in about thirty." 

You guys hang up, and you go to get ready.. again. You let your hair down to see that it didn't look too bad. It had a little bit of a wave to it. Leaving it as is, you applied some mascara and lip gloss. Then the doorbell rang. 

Opening the door, you're greeted with your best friend and her brother. You invite them in and walk them in to the dining room, pouring them each a glass of wine. 

"If I knew you had wine, I would've been here earlier," your best friend says pulling a bottle of vodka and orange-cranberry juice out of her bag. 

The three of you chat and drink for a while before you and your friend finally head upstairs so you can finish getting ready. You slip into the maroon dress and do a cat walk for her. 

"Gahh! Y/n you look amazing. If only I had your looks."

"Oh shut up. I wish I looked like you." 

The two of you head back downstairs. "You ladies ready?" your friends brother asks from his seat on the couch. 

"Yessir," your friend replies, grabbing the keys from her bag and jingling them, but her brother snatches them away. 

"I'm your designated driver for the night, sis." 

"God, I hate you," she scowls at him. 

The two of you laugh before being ushered out the door and into the car. 

"Ah! Y/n, remember that club we used to go to before we turned 21?" your best friend squeals from beside you. 

"You mean like 3 years ago? You act like we turned 21 ages ago," you chuckle. 

You guys finally arrive and her brother helps the two of you out of the backseat. 

"God, y/n, I've got a pounding headache!" your friend squeals as she walks up to you from across the dance floor. 

"You ready to go then?" It's been at least 2 hours since you guys left. All you could do was take your best guess. You were way too drunk to tell what time it was or how long you guys had been there. 

"Yeah, let's go find my brother." 

Pointing to the person standing beside you you say, "Found him," and the three of you head to the car. 

You're the first to get dropped off. Beginning your climb out of the backseat of your friends car, her brother hops out of the driver's seat to come help. He walks you up to the front door and you pull out your keys. "I've got it from here," you slur out, patting him on the shoulder. 

"Positive?" 

"Y-yeah I'm fi-" Nevermind. You weren't fine. You were now in the process of throwing up everything, everywhere. 

Once your sick fit is over, you wipe your mouth and he helps you inside. "Thank.. you. Really. I had- I had fun tonight." 

"Who's this?" 

You spin around to see spencer standing in front of you; arms crossed over his bare chest. Spinning back around to attempt yourself from drooling, you quickly "introduce" him. "Uh, my friends.. brother. He.. was just leaving." 

"Have a good night, y/n. You should come around more." With that he shows himself out, and you're left to face off with Spencer. 

"You went out?" Spencer asks as if it wasnt obvious. 

"As did you," you retort cockily, crossing your arms to mock his stance. 

"Y/n, you know that's different. I-" 

"Everything's fucking different with you, Spencer. I'm going to bed." 

"Can we at least talk about this?" 

"Not tonight. I have a headache. I'm going. To bed." 

He trails up the stairs beh ik and you, desperate to fix the outcome of today's events. Arriving to the bedroom door, you shut it in his face and lock it. 

"What the hell? What're you doing." 

Simply, you reply, "Single men sleep on couches," then settle in for the night.

[oraclegarcia]

Last Memory // Team

Short Characters: Team x Reader A/N: I’M BAAAAAACK! Beating my depression and getting back into my writing. I’ve been writing when I can but nothing ever sounded good so I’d keep deleting it.

A/N 2: At first I had the idea of writing this fic based on the loss of one of my friends but then I realized how dark it would get. But then I was watching Lemonade Mouth and got the idea of writing this piece based off of when Olivia’s mother’s cat passes away. The last thing she had of her mother’s. Master List Shorts Team

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Spencer walked into the bullpen, adjusting the strap on his shoulder. He walked to his desk but paused in front of his chair when he noticed your desk in front of his was empty. He set his things down on the floor by his desk. “Jayge..” He says pointing to your desk.

“Emily said she called in sick..” JJ says looking up from her work.

“Sick?” Spencer says furrowing his eyebrows. “She hardly ever calls in sick.”

JJ shrugs her shoulders. “I haven’t heard from her since we got off work on Friday.”

“Seems like I’m not the only one who is confused.” Rossi says coming of his office. He leans on the railing of the runway. “(Y/N) is rarely ever sick unless she eats something bad..”

Emily walks out of her office stuffing her phone in her pocket. “Anyone want to go on a road trip?”

“Where to?” JJ says.

“To check on (Y/N).”

“I’m down.” Matt says tossing his pen onto his desk. “I ain’t buying this sickness.”

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“I brought flowers.” Penelope says as she climbs the last few stairs to (Y/N)’s apartment. The rest of them looked at her. “What? Flowers help cheer people up.”

“What makes you think she needs to be cheered up?” Luke says.

“Well why else would we be here?” Penelope says.

“She’s got a point.” JJ says.

Spencer rolls his eyes before knocking on (Y/N)’s apartment door. “(Y/N)?” He calls before knocking again. He reached for the doorknob when it turned. He looked back at the others before pushing the door open. “(Y/N)?” He calls into the apartment. He walks inside with the others following tow.

Emily walked around the kitchen island and made her way to the hallway. “(Y/N)?” She calls. She slowly pushes open the bedroom door to find (Y/N) still in bed with the covers pulled over her head. Emily walks over to the bed and slowly sits down. “Hey, are you feeling alright?”

“Go away…” (Y/N) grumbles under the covers.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?”

“I said go away..”

“I’m not going away until you tell what’s wrong.”

JJ peeks her inside the room. She held up a framed photo of (Y/N)’s mother and a little kitten. She points to it eagerly. Emily nods her head before grabbing the blanket and pulling it down away from (Y/N)’s head. (Y/N) glares up at Emily.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Emily says. “We were worried about you.”

“We?” (Y/N) says sitting up in bed.

“So tell me what’s going on.” Emily says.

“JJ already told you.” (Y/N) says. JJ slowly slips out of the bedroom.

“But I want to hear it from you.”

(Y/N) sighs as she runs a hand through her hair. “My mom’s cat passed away…. I got home Friday after work. My grandmother called..”

“Aw honey..” Emily said. She started to see (Y/N)’s chin quivering.

“She was all I had left of my mother.” A tear slipped down (Y/N)’s cheek before she quickly brushed it away.

“Alright, come on.” Emly says standing up from the bed. She held out her hand to (Y/N). “Come on, we’re not going to let you mope around here.” Groaning and rolling her eyes, (Y/N) takes Emily’s hand. “Now, Penelope is making your favorite breakfast.”

“There she is!” Rossi exclaimed from the other side of the living room.

“Oh, (Y/N)..” Garcia says as she comes and wraps her around (Y/N). “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay..” (Y/N) says hugging her back. “You all didn’t have to come, you know.” She says pulling away from Garcia. “Although I do appreciate it.”

“When one of us is hurting, we all are.” JJ says getting off of the couch.

(Y/N) scoffs shaking her head. “But I’m upset over a cat.”

“With good reason.” Matt says as he joins the growing group.

The apartment door opens and Spencer walks in carrying something behind his back.

“Did you find it?” Garcia says rushing over to him.

He nods his head. “Find what?” (Y/N) asked furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. Spencer walks over and pulls a cat from behind his back. A similar cat to what her mother had. A little white cat with orange patches rested in his arms.

“Garcia found one similar to the one your mother had and so we all chipped in and got you one.”

“Well that was fast.” Emily says.

“Okay, now this you really didn’t have to do.” (Y/N) says as Spencer hands over the kitten.

“At least now you have fifteen more years to make new memories.” Luke says.

“I love her.” (Y/N) says as she cuddles the kitten.

A timer dinged and Penelope clapped her hands. “Pancakes are done!”

“Maybe I should’ve been the only one to come.” Emily says.

“Yeah but then I wouldn’t have gotten a pretty kitty.” (Y/N) says holding the kitten up to Emily’s face. “Sergio will never have to know.”

// // Weird ending. Endings just don’t come easy for me lol.

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A Song I Love The Melody Of - Part Four

Series Masterlist //  Main Masterlist // CM Bingo Masterlist 

AN: Penelope Garcia/Luke Alvez 1930s Broadway AU This chapter is also a @cmbingo entry - Musical AU More notes at the end of the chapter

The audience disappeared as Luke strode on stage, head bowed, shoulders hunched.

“Hey buddy, I’m walking here!” an actor yelled as Luke bumped into him.

“So am I” Luke snarled back.

“Yeah well watch where you’re going ya bum!”

The music began to play, soft and sad and Luke took a deep breath before starting to sing. The fear melted away with each note. It was exactly as he remembered except his voice was stronger now.

The audience clapped enthusiastically as he hit the final note and continued his slouch across the stage. Inside Luke was humming with electricity, like his whole body was on fire.

“Hey buddy!” Anderson called from the doorway of the on stage speakeasy, “You sure look like you could use a drink.”

“Can’t afford one.”

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A Song I Love The Melody Of -Part One

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AN: Penelope Garcia/Luke Alvez 1930s Broadway AU This chapter is an entry for @cmbingo, the prompt is Historical AU. More notes can be found at the end of each chapter

“Nuh-uh. No way. I would rather die. No! I’d rather never sing again for the rest of my life than work with that smarmy, overrated, no good talentless hack!”

“Yes Ms Garcia you’ve said, repeatedly” Mr Hotchner sighed, “Unfortunately the only way we’re going to pay for this show is by getting our angel to fprovide the majority of the funding and Mr Rossi loves Alvez’s work as much as he loves yours. Says he’ll only fund us if he’s directing and you’re starring”

Garcia slumped down at her vanity, a flurry of feathers and glitter momentarily swirling upwards like cotton candy snow, the scent of talc and Shalimar creating a dreamy haze.

She was a goddamn professional but this was where she drew the line. Alvez was an upstart. He’d gotten lucky with a small variety show in some no name theatre that a producer just happened to stumble across and suddenly he had a show on Broadway – The Profilers. Yes it had been successful, yes the audiences loved it and it was critically acclaimed and yes it had made the cover of every tabloid and theatre rag in town but so what? He hadn’t earned the honour of putting on that show and now they expected her to work with him.

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So I just unfollowed a TON of accounts. They all seemed to be in active, but please reblog or like this is you are active in CM fandom as of December 2019 and I'll make sure I'm following you :)

If I unfollowed you and you are active then it is just a mistake :) (also remember this is a side blog, so I follow from main).

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