“You hold it like a pencil, Uncle Spencer, like this!” Henry demonstrated where to put his fingers on the chopsticks to his frustrated godfather beside him.
“That’s exactly the problem, Henry, it’s like eating with two number two pencils. It’s completely counterintuitive!” Spencer said, as one of the chopsticks he was struggling to hold fell back to the table with a clink. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] The Chopstick Conundrum”
She liked to watch him drive. For starters, he drove a Classic blue Volvo Amazon P130 from the ‘60s, which was definitely not the car she expected a brilliant, socially awkward 24-year-old FBI Behavioral Analyst to drive. Then there was the way his body relaxed when he sat in the driver’s seat, a level of control and comfort he rarely showed elsewhere. When he drove, he wasn’t the eccentric genius with three PhD’s who struggled with understanding people’s emotions. When he drove, he was just a man with warm brown eyes and an endearing boyish smile. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] All I Want”
Spencer’s hand knocked against mine, again, as we strolled down the glittering street.
“Did you know, in the colonial era, streetlights were lit by candles inside glass vessels? Can you imagine what the colonials would think if they saw the streetlights today?” He pointed above to the row of fluorescent angels that adorned the path. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Did You Know?”
The chalice lay toppled on the shelf, its contents dripping onto the desecrated crime scene. Crumpled in a heap below was the unsub, the white frothing at his mouth a stark contrast to the crimson pool in which he lay.
Floating in a perfect circle around him were the bones of his latest victim, bobbing in and out of the blood like rotten apples.
Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Inevitable”
“I’ll never understand how you chose Brainy Baby Boy Spencer Reid over Hunky Dark Chocolate Derek Morgan.” My sister shook her head as she removed the curlers from my hair.
“Way to objectify, Lyds.”
“I’m just saying,” Lydia continued, running a hand of hair gel through the waves that now cascaded down my back. “Morgan is gorgeous. Like Sculpted Adonis Be-Still-My-Heart-And-His-Fitted-Tshirts gorgeous. Reid…he’s more Puppy Dog Cute, if the puppy dog liked sweater vests and messenger bags.” Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] My Definition of Gorgeous”
They expected a gruesome sight, but that didn’t prevent their stomachs from churning like they all rode the worst roller-coaster of their lives, the minute Agent Derek Morgan kicked down the suspect’s door.
The smell bombarded their senses, reeking of ripe feces and rotting flesh. Agent Kate Callahan, who was also in the early stages of her pregnancy, bolted to a nearby bush as everything she ate since seemingly the beginning of time, came pouring out. Continue reading “[Criminal Minds Fanfic] Head Count”