#spencer's twin

[rhae-ali]

[thesproutandthebean]

sorry but crime stories are only valid when they star…Him.

[hacksawvelvet]

they hate me for my autistic fbi agent swag

[spennserthinker]

spengela fraternal twins I love you so much 👯💝

[rootsofdread]

How do you think some women and men killers would treat us after putting their s/o through a lot of pain?

-Annoy🍄🩵

(Gonna love angst and fluff)

*nods sagely* we do gotta love it.

Amanda Young / The Pig:

Rarely, if ever, does Amanda feel remorse for anything she does. John taught her well, and she understands that what she’s doing is right. One of these rare moments of remorse is seeing the tears in your eyes when she throws you on a hook, or a genuine, pained cry when she fastens a reverse bear trap on your head. In those moments…she feels remorse. You keep coming back, after all, you survive. You choose life, you don’t need to be tested any longer…on some level, it confuses her as much as it hurts her to do these things to you. But she knows she’s hurt you more. She holds you close, whispering sincere apologies to you, you don’t deserve to be tested over and over, while you’re nuzzled under her jaw. She knows you’re grateful.

Charlotte Deshayes (and Victor) / The Twins:

It likely goes without saying, but Charlotte feels…absolutely awful when she has to hurt you. Every time, without fail, it never gets any easier for her, and she hates seeing you so upset because of it, too. She’s hovering around you constantly after a particularly tough trial, checking on you, telling you she loves you, giving you little squeezy-hugs when she can. She’ll even send Victor for you if she can’t tend to you for any reason, and he may not be the best, but he knows what helps Charlotte feels better and he’ll do the same for you, like holding your hand or cuddling up in your lap. It’s his way of telling you sorry, both on Charlotte’s behalf, and his own. At the end of the day, Charlotte just wants the best for you, and it tears her apart when she has to hurt you so badly like that.

Kazan Yamaoka / The Oni:

Never has Kazan been known for his kindness nor his compassion; but when you’re upset with him, he’s a completely different man. He knows he’s doing what is right, punishing those that need it, but he knows you’ve done nothing wrong. He takes no joy in hurting you. Unlike everyone else…you don’t deserve it. And he lets you know that, that you shouldn’t be caught up in his duties. He will always tell you that he’s sorry that it has to be this way, and he holds you close to his chest. He lets you do whatever you feel like you need to do to decompress: yell, scream, cry, beat your fists against his chest. As long as you feel better by the end, and you know that you don’t deserve any little bit of it, that’s perfect for him.

Elliot Spencer / The Cenobite:

Most people would honestly be genuinely shocked by how gently Elliot treats you “behind the scenes.” Nobody would expect it from a cenobite, much less the leader of the gash. On days after he had to hurt you so badly, he’s all gentle touches and gentle words. His hands caressing your shoulders or your lower back, he knows that it hurts, he knows you must be angry at him. But you must know that the more pain you go through, the more divine you become. One day, it won’t hurt at all anymore. But until then, he’s here for you, to hold your hand, guide you, and help you through it all. He assures you, all this, one day, will make you better than the rest.

[starch1ldz]

Spencer Reid would be SUCH a good girl dad, like we see him interact a lot with the sons of the BAU members, but that man is so girl dad vibes. Like he'd let your daughter dress him up in silly costumes and he'd LOVE IT. He'd have tea parties and win her stuffed animals at every claw machine he sees. Girl dad Spencer is the only dad Spencer I'll accept I'm sorry guys

[dumbassdumas]

Vaguely autistic detectives, my beloved

[independent-fics]

I know “The Last Dam Job” was a lot of Eliot and Quinn with their hacking counterparts comparisons. But I really would have loved a scene with Parker sneaking up on them and poking each of Quinn and Eliot’s bruises and asking about Eliot’s clone.

[hauntedrose555]

Me and my bestie (@angelicfawn222) core ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

[evilincoperated]

Spot the difference

[tanneradell]

BAKER TWINS 5.16 // 6.15

[missmitchieg]

Seeing people go "aww they still have Reid's name plate!" and, like, being surprised about it is funny because I imagine if you ask about it, Garcia would go

because as much as "if and when they (Reid and Simmons) return from their classified special assignments is entirely up to them", the mere possibility of Reid returning is fueling Garcia's want/need to keep that name plate exactly where it is and no one wants to argue with her about it.

[salembehindbars]

It’s nearly that time of year again. Fall leaves me in a constant state of alamort but the vibes are definitely there .

[soupy-girl]

it’s almost spommy content… like if u think about it

[mschievousx]

i wish you love | a.h.

pairing: aaron hotchner x ofc

summary: francesca sainz knows her interests. she likes the dark, crime, profiling, medicine, military, guns, and suits. imagine her surprise when these things come as a person... granted, a "fourty-something unit chief" person, but a person nonetheless.

series masterlist

i. one: keep you warm

"when i tell you i do not like animals, derek, i swear..."

francesca would bet all her money, which is not a lot, but that's how certain she is that derek has something against her and will completely do the opposite of anything she says.

he smirked in mischief as garcia gasped loudly, her eyes widening in offense.

"including pets? what do you have against my furry friends?"

"contrary to popular belief, the opposite of like is not 'not like' but hate. therefore, not liking a thing is neutral, similar to not hating a thing. i'm not against them. i simply do not wish to interact with them."

"actually, it's not—" she nudged the resident genius, gesturing with her eyes and a tight smile, hoping he'll get the hint as she placed her arm on his shoulder and turned to penelope again.

"they're fluffy and cute!"

"and i agree!" franz compensated with a high pitch, "it's not about that—"

her words were lost on the tech analyst as she opened her phone after the notification, "oh, this is so not fluffy and cute."

she walked off to the conference room, the rest of the team already knowing what it means. hotch, dave, and emily are already sat around the table.

"you, my dear crime-fighters, won a ticket to illinois." penelope clicked the remote, presenting identification photos and crime scene pictures, "sadly, at the cost of these three lovely ladies: kathryn cooper, lilian boyle, and mandy clark. all found naked and dead by hanging."

derek looked at the screen, "it's obviously not suicide if we're called in."

"it says here they're 155, 163, and 158 tall. they could not possibly reach the fixed rope with the height of the chair used." jj noted as she scanned the details displayed.

"a mistake?" rossi wondered aloud.

"either that or a taunt. the unsub's confident and displays textbook narcissism, leaving handprints on the victims' waists. what did the forensics say?" reid began the profile as garcia shook her head followed by a gesture to their gadgets.

"no match. there's also a text in each scene. look at their frames, beautiful. i've sent all the details in your tablets."

hotch nodded before pushing away from the table, "good. wheels up in thirty."

 · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

while the rest of the team started to gather and brainstorm, franz wanted nothing but to smack the person in front of her, walking backwards as she gets back from the galley of the jet.

"kid, i'm only saying it wouldn't hurt to bond with dogs from time to time. let's start with those from fbi. they're trained enough, so it wouldn't be so bad."

she looked at him innocently and spoke with dry humor, "i talk to you everyday, don't i?"

"i—"

"let's go over the case."

hotch called out as derek narrowed his eyes at her, mouthing something in the lines of i will get back at you. they settled on the couch as the rest read over the case.

"the interval of the deaths are two days. what is he doing with them?" emily voiced out, knowing a lot can happen in two days, especially in these cases.

sainz brushed her nose before speaking in her light tone, "i doubt it's sexual. the handprints appear more like sensual. if it was the former, there are more suggestive places to put it."

rossi nodded, putting out another detail, "cause of death are all asphyxiations. the neck ligatures are also deep and rough."

for the minutes to follow, the team discussed the case deeply, going over possible scenarios and theories based on the details given and the facts. they threw information to each other, forming an initial profile as a framework from here on out.

"okay, dave and reid, go to the morgue and check the two bodies."

hotch began designating the tasks to do as soon as they land. hearing this, franz clutched her hands together with her head down, muttering to herself. they all knew what it was about. she has done it a couple of times before—wishing and chanting to be paired up with her unit chief slash the man of her dreams, according to her.

he continued monotonely, closing the file, "jj, speak with the families and note any possible elements at play. morgan and prentiss, be at the crime scene. i'll be setting up at the station."

she held her breath at that, waiting for his confirmation, "sainz, with me."

the trainee pumped her right fist lowly at that with a wide grin, exclaiming a celebratory 'yes' as hotch gave a small smile at her excitement. rossi looked at her with raised brows in amusement and a tinge of humor.

"who were you praying to? you're an atheist."

she turned to the older man, "i was chanting and i'm an agnostic."

"same thing." he shrugged dismissively, unknowingly cueing for reid to inform him of the facts.

"actually, atheists refer to people who do not believe in the existence of god in certainty and confidence, while agnostics neither believe nor disbelieve. they assert the impossibility of knowing either for sure."

the italian only stared at him for a couple of seconds, debating whether to push it or just let it go.

jj turned to the youngest with curiosity, "really? i thought you would be religious, especially given the surname."

"your arrogance is showing, kid." morgan patted her back mockingly as she nod to jj.

"not at all. i think i'm lucky to have the luxury to ponder whether he exists or not." her voice lacked it's usual teasing tone, seemingly replaced by a genuine one, "most people have no choice but to believe."

 · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

after setting up in the room given to them and pasting all necessary information on the glass board, an hour has passed and the two are now discussing geographic profile.

franz sat on the long table, legs crossed as she leaned forward in thinking of the details in front of them. hotch, with crossed arms and brows, stood in front as he analyzes what could the pinned locations in their map mean.

"three crime scenes forming a triangle... this may suggest convenience, meaning the unsub is from the area."

she leaned back, eyes still on the glass board with doubt, "but that's too obvious. he's smart and confident. that was clear by the handprint, note, and hanging."

he turned to face her, going over the details again like it would trigger them to find something that would help the case.

"the victims work in different fields. their lives never met at any point. but, the unsub clearly didn't pick them in random, judging from the gender and height."

he pocketed his hands, listening to her intently as she looked at him as well, "there's a conflict with the confidence profile. if the unsub's really that confident, like taunting us, why would he only pick easy targets?"

hotch maintained his sight to her, seemingly lost in his thoughts as he racks his brain for what could be the reason of the unsub's paradoxical behavior.

"sir, do not stare blankly at me with your hands in your pockets when you're thinking. i cannot concentrate." she finished with a grin, his eyes refocusing on hers after a few seconds.

"do not grin. we're working a case."

he advised indifferently. she kept her grin to tease his uptightness. however, upon the narrowing of his eyes with clear irk, sainz dropper her grin in an instant, turning back to the glass board with a light cough as if in all seriousness.

the black-suited agent turned to the board as well in realization, "he is confident. they're just his type."

she follows his train of thought, "he's not taunting us. he's showing off to someone else. look at their frames, beautiful. it's not an adjective in that."

her phone sounded, a message from emily as to the last sightings of the victims. reading the content, she unfolded her legs and stood up from the long table to pin the given locations.

"emily said they're last seen at these areas."

"two triangles." he muttered in observation.

dave and reid enter from their trip to the morgue. at the sight of the younger man, she calls for him, hoping the pattern in the map would make sense to him.

"genius, looks familiar?

he nears the two in front of the board, squinting his eyes, "it may be the measurements."

spencer kept his eyes on the map, his mind already calculating to see if he was right. not far away, two voices can be heard nearing the room. prentiss entered first followed by an explaining morgan. she gave the trainee a gesture to him with her head and a smirk.

"all i'm saying is the kid is short. she should not be in the field because the unsub might take interest."

"why—" she paused, looking at him in playful indignation, "what's wrong with you? i'm working professionally here and you talk behind my back."

"hey, i'm just looking out for you," derek raised his arms in surrender before pointing at her with a chuckle, "and you are short."

franz's mouth went agape in exaggeration as she turned to hotch, telling on the man and looking for an ally.

"sir? this is bullying."

"you are." the unit chief pointed out with a hint of humor.

she feigned offense once again before sighing heavily, "the betrayal... you're so lucky i like you." hotch mustered a small smile at that.

"and you," sainz turned back to the enemy, "you don't see me picking on your brains, do you? brawns."

derek scoffed pridefully with a smirk, "there's nothing to pick on me."

"exactly."

she did not miss a beat in replying, confusion on his face before the understanding hit, "wait—"

"the distance from one point to another is equal," reid stated, putting a stop to the banters, "perfectly."

just as they were all trying to review the new additional detail, the local chief's voice rang inside the room.

"there's another one missing."

 · • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

the team went over the details they all gathered from their respective tasks, discussing the patterns again and putting up the profile as hotch went to speak with the family of the missing woman.

after a few minutes, he returned with a finding, nearing the map on the glass board.

"the family said that jana was at this stop when they last called her. she was on her way home yesterday morning after her night shift. same details so far with the other victims."

dave walked to the map, circling the area above the triangle, "the unsub's meticulous with his details and pattern. it's probable that if we do not find her in 15 hours, she'll turn up around here."

"i got something." francesca sat up from her chair, eyes on the note of the unsub in each crime scene, "he's not talking about the figures of his victims. he's talking about literal frames."

"picture frames?" reid asked, trying to see how it all connects.

she spoke with determination, "that's what i'd like to find out."

hotch crossed his arms in thinking of her theory. he nodded, opening the tablet for the case file again, "okay, go with morgan and jj."

they got up from their seats, the two aiming for their coats against the cold season considering it's nearing six in the evening as well.

"where's your coat, franz?" jj asked as they're halfway through the door, noticing the trainee does not have one with her.

she shook her head, trying to act cool mockingly with a pathetic attempt of a deep voice, "i don't wear one. i like the cold."

morgan rolled his eyes, calling for the man who's leaning forward on the long table with eyes down on the case file, "hotch, tell her to wear one."

sainz grinned widely at that, intentionally making her tone dreamily, "no need. his presence is enough to keep me warm."

"take my coat."

hotch calmly said, almost with indifference as he continued to swipe and pinch the gadget's screen, reading the file. they all looked at him at once in silence.

he's a caring person inside—that's not a surprise. the whole team knows that already. however, offering his coat to her is completely different from offering them to others in the team.

everyone knew she would take it differently. how smart of them! because she really did without shame.

"with your scent? i think i'm going to die before we even close this case."

francesca grinned with affection at him. the him in question is still not looking up from his readings, even as the three finally left for the home of one of the victims.

how ironic to feel so warm by someone so cold.