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innerslytherin) wrote2009-02-18 08:38 pm
innerslytherin) wrote2009-02-18 08:38 pm
Two CM request Ficlets: Rossi/Prentiss and Morgan/Reid
Title: Mental Health and Lost Causes
Pairing: Rossi/Prentiss
WC: 615
Prompt: from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
elekanahmen - Rossi/Prentiss, family, curiosity
"At least you're a good Catholic," Emily murmured, squeezing Dave's hand as they walked up the brick path to the front door of her parents' home.
He darted her an amused look. "Should I be saying a Hail Mary or two, praying to Saint Rita of Cascia or something?"
Emily laughed. "To keep from being left lonely and going insane, or because she's the patron of lost causes?"
"Both?"
Grinning, Emily stopped walking and kissed him. "My dad will like you, if he can get over the fact that you're fifteen years older than I am," she said, cupping a hand against his cheek. "But my mother will probably just ask me why I couldn't find a nice young man who can take care of me and get me out of law enforcement."
"Ah, so I'm supposed to keep you barefoot and pregnant as soon as you've married me?"
She raised her eyebrows, surprised by the question even as her heart started thumping in her chest. "Hmm, you haven't actually asked me to marry you."
He shrugged, glancing at her and then up at the perfectly-shaped Bradford pear in front of them. "I didn't think you'd be interested in barefoot and pregnant. For that matter, since you haven't actually announced this relationship to the team, I wasn't sure you even wanted people to know. This whole meeting-the-parents thing has come as something of a surprise."
It sent a sudden pang of guilt through Emily. She hadn't wanted to say anything to the team about her relationship with Dave because she wasn't honestly sure it was going to last. She knew he'd been married three times before; she'd been afraid to ask if he wanted to marry a fourth time, and she wasn't totally sure she wanted to be someone's fourth wife. But they should have talked about it before now, and she should have made sure he understood.
"David," she said softly, stroking her thumb against his cheek and meeting his gaze when he finally looked back at her. "I'm not ashamed of you." She bit her lip, then admitted, "I wasn't sure if you might be interested in the barefoot and pregnant thing. Or at least...in making this...well, more." As always, she was seized with self-consciousness when she started actually talking about her emotions.
"I know you want a family," he said quietly, holding her gaze. "I wouldn't have started a relationship with you if I weren't willing to give you want you want."
"I just thought...you've been married three times," she said lamely.
He breathed in, looking over her head for a moment, then back down. "Rita couldn't have children. She didn't find out until we'd been married for six years. Kay wasn't interested in having them at that stage in her life, and Debbie didn't stick around long enough. But I'm not opposed to the idea of children." He tilted his head. "Although Hotch might kill me for stealing you away from the BAU."
She smiled, though her eyes were suddenly and inexplicably filled with tears. "My mother might be useful in that regard. I'm pretty sure I have a First Amendment right to work with my husband." She bit her lip. "I mean, if you are--"
He got down on one knee before she'd finished the sentence, and her tears spilled over. "Marry me," he said.
She heard the front door open and knew her mother was watching, trying to figure out why they'd been stalled in the middle of the front walk for five minutes. She didn't care. She threw her arms around Dave and buried her face against his hair, laughing and crying happily.
"Yes."
Title: A Perfect Fit
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
WC: 535
Prompt: fromubervirgin - Morgan thinks adorable when Reid raids his closet, even if it is to just hang around the house.
It had been a long day. Not particularly bad, because they'd found a missing child and put another bad guy behind bars. Days like this, when the victims were children that they could actually save, Derek came away from the BAU feeling like a winner.
Of course, Spencer had got away from work well ahead of Derek, since the BAU had got back to Quantico in time for Derek to teach his hand-to-hand session. There was paperwork to be done, of course, but Spencer was faster than the rest of them at that, since his brain worked so much quicker.
So by the time Derek got home, he was tired, he was hungry, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up on the couch with comfort food, his boyfriend, and something mindless on TV.
Clooney ran to the front door, barking a greeting, and Derek dropped his gym bag on the floor then leaned down to rub Clooney's ears. "Hey, buddy. Where's Spencer?" Clooney let out a quiet wuff and took off back to the kitchen.
Smiling faintly, Derek followed. It had taken a while, but Clooney had warmed up to Spencer, and had clearly learned he was more likely to be spoiled by Spencer than by Derek. When he got to the kitchen he stopped, his smile widening.
Spencer was standing at the counter dressed in jeans and an over-sized purple sweatshirt he'd obviously stolen from Derek's drawers. He was barefoot and had the sleeves pushed up. Derek went up behind Spencer and slid his arms around his waist, kissing the side of his neck.
"Well, hello, Northwestern Football," he murmured, nuzzling Spencer's jaw. "Mmm, you must be a running back. Somehow I can't see you playing defensive tackle."
Spencer laughed and leaned into Derek's embrace. He turned his head to kiss Derek hungrily. "I missed you," he said softly.
Derek tightened his arms, pressing his face against Spencer's neck. He loved it when Spencer raided his clothes. There was something ridiculously cute about the way Derek's clothes were always way too big in the shoulders, even though they were the same height. And he loved the idea of it, the way it seemed sort of proprietary. It was like Spencer was declaring he belonged to Derek.
"Supper, such as it is, is almost ready." Derek rested his chin on Spencer's shoulder and looked down at the counter. He'd obviously interrupted Spencer in the process of dishing Italian takeout onto two plates.
"Mmm, looks good."
"There's a bottle of wine already open on the coffee table, as long as Clooney hasn't drunk it all," Spencer added. "And I think there's a Bears game on ESPN."
Derek smiled and kissed his boyfriend. "You know me so well."
When they'd first started their romantic relationship, Spencer had always responded to that statement by pointing out that he had to know Derek well, considering how closely they worked together and how long he'd been furtively watching Derek, trying to learn how best to attract his attention. By now, though, Derek knew he'd learned what those words really meant.
Every time Derek said, "You know me so well," what he really meant was, "Thank you for caring."
Pairing: Rossi/Prentiss
WC: 615
Prompt: from
elekanahmen - Rossi/Prentiss, family, curiosity "At least you're a good Catholic," Emily murmured, squeezing Dave's hand as they walked up the brick path to the front door of her parents' home.
He darted her an amused look. "Should I be saying a Hail Mary or two, praying to Saint Rita of Cascia or something?"
Emily laughed. "To keep from being left lonely and going insane, or because she's the patron of lost causes?"
"Both?"
Grinning, Emily stopped walking and kissed him. "My dad will like you, if he can get over the fact that you're fifteen years older than I am," she said, cupping a hand against his cheek. "But my mother will probably just ask me why I couldn't find a nice young man who can take care of me and get me out of law enforcement."
"Ah, so I'm supposed to keep you barefoot and pregnant as soon as you've married me?"
She raised her eyebrows, surprised by the question even as her heart started thumping in her chest. "Hmm, you haven't actually asked me to marry you."
He shrugged, glancing at her and then up at the perfectly-shaped Bradford pear in front of them. "I didn't think you'd be interested in barefoot and pregnant. For that matter, since you haven't actually announced this relationship to the team, I wasn't sure you even wanted people to know. This whole meeting-the-parents thing has come as something of a surprise."
It sent a sudden pang of guilt through Emily. She hadn't wanted to say anything to the team about her relationship with Dave because she wasn't honestly sure it was going to last. She knew he'd been married three times before; she'd been afraid to ask if he wanted to marry a fourth time, and she wasn't totally sure she wanted to be someone's fourth wife. But they should have talked about it before now, and she should have made sure he understood.
"David," she said softly, stroking her thumb against his cheek and meeting his gaze when he finally looked back at her. "I'm not ashamed of you." She bit her lip, then admitted, "I wasn't sure if you might be interested in the barefoot and pregnant thing. Or at least...in making this...well, more." As always, she was seized with self-consciousness when she started actually talking about her emotions.
"I know you want a family," he said quietly, holding her gaze. "I wouldn't have started a relationship with you if I weren't willing to give you want you want."
"I just thought...you've been married three times," she said lamely.
He breathed in, looking over her head for a moment, then back down. "Rita couldn't have children. She didn't find out until we'd been married for six years. Kay wasn't interested in having them at that stage in her life, and Debbie didn't stick around long enough. But I'm not opposed to the idea of children." He tilted his head. "Although Hotch might kill me for stealing you away from the BAU."
She smiled, though her eyes were suddenly and inexplicably filled with tears. "My mother might be useful in that regard. I'm pretty sure I have a First Amendment right to work with my husband." She bit her lip. "I mean, if you are--"
He got down on one knee before she'd finished the sentence, and her tears spilled over. "Marry me," he said.
She heard the front door open and knew her mother was watching, trying to figure out why they'd been stalled in the middle of the front walk for five minutes. She didn't care. She threw her arms around Dave and buried her face against his hair, laughing and crying happily.
"Yes."
Title: A Perfect Fit
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
WC: 535
Prompt: from
ubervirgin - Morgan thinks adorable when Reid raids his closet, even if it is to just hang around the house. It had been a long day. Not particularly bad, because they'd found a missing child and put another bad guy behind bars. Days like this, when the victims were children that they could actually save, Derek came away from the BAU feeling like a winner.
Of course, Spencer had got away from work well ahead of Derek, since the BAU had got back to Quantico in time for Derek to teach his hand-to-hand session. There was paperwork to be done, of course, but Spencer was faster than the rest of them at that, since his brain worked so much quicker.
So by the time Derek got home, he was tired, he was hungry, and he wanted nothing more than to curl up on the couch with comfort food, his boyfriend, and something mindless on TV.
Clooney ran to the front door, barking a greeting, and Derek dropped his gym bag on the floor then leaned down to rub Clooney's ears. "Hey, buddy. Where's Spencer?" Clooney let out a quiet wuff and took off back to the kitchen.
Smiling faintly, Derek followed. It had taken a while, but Clooney had warmed up to Spencer, and had clearly learned he was more likely to be spoiled by Spencer than by Derek. When he got to the kitchen he stopped, his smile widening.
Spencer was standing at the counter dressed in jeans and an over-sized purple sweatshirt he'd obviously stolen from Derek's drawers. He was barefoot and had the sleeves pushed up. Derek went up behind Spencer and slid his arms around his waist, kissing the side of his neck.
"Well, hello, Northwestern Football," he murmured, nuzzling Spencer's jaw. "Mmm, you must be a running back. Somehow I can't see you playing defensive tackle."
Spencer laughed and leaned into Derek's embrace. He turned his head to kiss Derek hungrily. "I missed you," he said softly.
Derek tightened his arms, pressing his face against Spencer's neck. He loved it when Spencer raided his clothes. There was something ridiculously cute about the way Derek's clothes were always way too big in the shoulders, even though they were the same height. And he loved the idea of it, the way it seemed sort of proprietary. It was like Spencer was declaring he belonged to Derek.
"Supper, such as it is, is almost ready." Derek rested his chin on Spencer's shoulder and looked down at the counter. He'd obviously interrupted Spencer in the process of dishing Italian takeout onto two plates.
"Mmm, looks good."
"There's a bottle of wine already open on the coffee table, as long as Clooney hasn't drunk it all," Spencer added. "And I think there's a Bears game on ESPN."
Derek smiled and kissed his boyfriend. "You know me so well."
When they'd first started their romantic relationship, Spencer had always responded to that statement by pointing out that he had to know Derek well, considering how closely they worked together and how long he'd been furtively watching Derek, trying to learn how best to attract his attention. By now, though, Derek knew he'd learned what those words really meant.
Every time Derek said, "You know me so well," what he really meant was, "Thank you for caring."
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