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Fan fiction by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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Written door celticgina.
Emily thinking about a certain person.:)



As she stared out the window of the jet, Emily Prentiss was not focusing on the stars of the twinkling lights of civilizations that rushed past below. She was tying to think of a word. Considering her considerable linguistic skills, it was unusual that one would elude her. But this subject matter was not easily defined. She knew if she turned her head, she would see him. But every aspect of his face was already burned into her being. Her head came up slightly as she figured it out.

Dangerous.

Aaron Hotchner was dangerous. He was a danger to the careful calm she had constructed around her life. She had taught herself to be a sea of warm calm on a team that was so tightly bound, and if she were to be honest, tightly wound. The average person would only see Hotch as dangerous if he were on the wrong end of his gun, badge and controlled fury. That wasn’t Emily’s problem.
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Opinion by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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A Valentines Story.
Written door lovingmylife.



Emily honestly did not dislike Valentine’s Day. She actually enjoyed it; she being a bit of a hopeless romantic at heart. The dag usually put those around her in good spirits, spreading love and joy and friendship. And the chocolate was also a plus.

There were those who bromfiets on Valentine’s Day; complaining about their lack of significant other. Emily always refused to let her lack of a boyfriend ruin her dag though. She would gather her other single vrienden and they would go for a night out on the town.

But Emily wasn’t walking around with rose colored shades and she could definitely see certain flaws in this year’s approaching Valentine’s Day. All of her girlfriends had managed to conjure up a boyfriend of at least a datum for the night. And of course Penelope and JJ had their long term boyfriends to spend the dag with.

And this jaar it wasn’t just a day. Because the event was falling on a Sunday the festivities seemed to have started early. of that was Emily’s realized upon entering the FBI building on Friday morning. Everyone seemed to be sporting...
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Fan fiction by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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Journey Home

I grew up lonely,
Trusting myself only.
I kept my thoughts hidden,
Feelings were forbidden.

I traveled many places,
Met with different faces.
All I wanted was to belong,
Always feeling I did something wrong.

I’ve fought my way,
Now I’m here to stay.
I found my friends, family and home.
No longer need I feel alone.

We fight to purge this earth of evil,
When man turns to most primeval.
Killers we hunt, catch and put away,
Though never enough, though, if I get my say.

As a team we’re complete,
And not only door being elite.
I’ve learned to take this to heart,
Nothing will tear my family apart.

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Opinion by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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Written door redsneakers.
It took scenes from Children of the Dark (3x04).


Never Good

As I help the little girl out of the car, reassuring her that everything is going to be okay, I notice that morgan is talking to the boy. I can’t hear what he is saying but I think I know, as soon as I see him handing Tyler his name card. It is nice of him – and I know it means a lot for the boy, too. At least now he has something – of someone – to turn to.

I watch as they walk into the house, I don’t want to let them go. “This sucks,” I mutter to Morgan, as I see a glimpse of another boy from the window. I turn my back, leaving my hart-, hart with the children in the house. They deserve more... but my hands are tied. I curse the system, I curse the people in the system for not working fast enough, for not doing their job to save the kids.

We’re just leaving when the phone rings. I fasten my seatbelt, waiting for morgan to finish his conversation with Hotch.
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Fan fiction by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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Written door Auraya-of-the-White.



Watching the Time

Emily brushed a strand of dark hair aside with the back of her hand. She rested her arms on her legs, leaning vooruit, voorwaarts in the hard, plastic chair. She stared intently at the prone man before her. His face displayed a false sense of calm, the tightly gripped bed sheet in his left hand revealing his inner turmoil.

Emily sighed lightly, careful not to wake the slumbering Hotch. Anyone who had been stabbed nine times would need their rest. She shook her head in disbelief, nine times! Foyet had precisely put Hotch through the same wounds he had self-inflicted ten years ago. She was still surprised at Hotch’s amazing strength in pulling through. Within seconden of being awake, his mind had been back to analyzing Foyet’s actions.

Emily felt that the worry lines on her forehead would become permanently etched. Reid had been shot – thank God it was only in the leg. She smiled wryly, here she was thinking optimistically, a rare thing indeed.
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Fan fiction by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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Written door Hidge.
Story: What could have happened if Prentiss had carried her baby to term but decided to give her up for adoption. 23 years later, her daughter is determined to get some answers.


Just like you

“Abby, I don’t get it,” Darryl stated quietly as he sat up in bed and watched his fiancé fret.

“What’s not to get Darryl? I want to know who my birth parents are,” she replied, annoyed door his reaction.

“But why now?” He asked in confusion. Abby hardly ever brought up the fact that she was adopted.

“Because we’re getting married in three months and I don’t know where I come from! God Darryl, didn’t u see Mamma Mia,” she added with a grin.

He chuckled softly. She had such a good sense of humour, even when she was angry. “But I thought that you…” he didn’t want to say it, but he couldn’t come up with another phrase, “…were over it.”

Abby sighed as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “I love Mom and Dad, Margaret and Peter, and they raised me and they’re my parents, but I’m an adult now. I’m 23 and I’m over that...
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Article by girly_girl posted een jaar geleden
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Prentiss: All of these killings… the work of just one man?
Gideon: Most prolific serial killer ever.
Prentiss: These wind chimes are made of bone. I think it's human rib bones.
Prentiss: [watching morgan dance between two women] Hey, Morgan, be careful. The one in the back could steal your wallet!
Morgan: That's all right; I'll be a broke, happy man!
Hotchner: [construction work in the background] What's that?
JJ: [with mouth full] One of the detectives' wives made us cookies.
Emily: Wow, homemade cookies!?
JJ: Yeah I guess that's what they mean door 'southern hospitality'.
Reid: What are u saying?
Emily: 'Southern Hospitality'.
Reid: [runs over to window and shuts it] How can anyone hear with all this work going on?!
Garcia: What was the thing that Jack the Ripper took from one of his victims, besides, well, u know, her life?
Emily: Oh, uh...
Garcia: Mmm. Tick, tock, tick, tock.
Emily: ......... I don't know.
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Fan fiction by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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Written door Sehrezad on fanfiction.net




Out with the Guys

Emily wakes up with a start and winces as she feels the sun burning her face. Her head is pounding like hell and she is feeling as if she had eaten a handful of dirt. Something is off. She can remember that her bedroom’s facing West and not East and yet her vision is a bright oranje as she is lying facing the already burning sun in her... Wait… Where the hell? Because her bed is definitely meer comfortable than where she is lying at the moment. And why is there gras in her bed? She suddenly feels nervous but then she remembers… she is not in her bed. Duh… Of course… With that knowledge she continues lying on the ground calmly… That’s alright after all. There is no gras in her bed.

She is thinking about that it would be quite nice… u know just lying in the sun… if it wouldn’t burn her face and if her brain wouldn’t want to shrink into a tiny little pea. Yeah, it would be fairly nice, she concludes.
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Fan fiction by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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Written door dancerindisguise on fanfiction.net.



I think politics makes people distrustful.

Emily Prentiss was ten years, nine months and twenty-seven days old. She wasn’t blind, she wasn’t deaf and she most certainly was not stupid. She could tell what was happening, even if she hadn’t already heard from the majority of the staff and her mother’s mindless avondeten, diner party guests who very often forgot that she understood what they were saying, a fact that her mother often attempted to take advantage of. Ambassador Prentiss was back in the States in between assignments after a particularly demanding assignment to Ukraine. This made Emily glad; she enjoyed being ‘home’ – it was a novelty to be around a mass population of people who spoke the same language as her, for as much as she tried, Russian and French just weren’t her best languages.

But it didn’t matter any meer whether she could ask for twenty-two goud bracelets and a glass of water in Russian (she could, door the way); she was home. Back in the land of overblown, semi-weekly avondeten, diner parties which she detested, but which were almost essentially all she did,...
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Fan fiction by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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Written door editor frog on fanfiction.net
There was only this part, if she updates more, I will post them here as well. :)



No way.”

“There’s no one else.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I couldn’t be meer serious if I told u that the fate of the free world depended on this—which, incidentally, it kinda does.”

“Emily, come on. I take it back.”

The agent smiled an impish sort of grin. “Not so funny now, is it?”

“Come on.”

“Oh, quit complaining. You’ll have company. Look, there he comes.”

“This is ridiculous.”

Emily stood in front of her colleague, passively checking that his hair was straight and his outfit were suitable. “Reid, u look great. Where’d u get the clothes?”

“Roxie over there borrowed them to me.” The agent grimaced. “You do realize I have enough trouble with prostitutes?”

“Prostitutes love you, Reid. Why do u think u got picked for this?”
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Article by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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A Fanfic written door triciabyrne1978 on brewster_a_week on livejournal.com.
Spoilers for Demonology!

Emily wipes the blood from her nose and stares up at the church before her. This is the closest she's come to a church -- on her own when it wasn't Christmas of Easter -- in years. She's hardly a devout Catholic anymore. She considers herself meer a woman of faith -- in what though, she's sometimes unsure.

Her feet slowly climb the steps, and she almost has to laugh at the irony of how royally fucked up this entire situation is. In large part, a priest acting like an asshole twenty years geleden drove her away from this institution. Watching Matthew deteriorate after holding her together took care of the rest, and now, here she stands, on the aftermath of another asshole priest out meer for his own agenda than God's, back in a church.

Her fingers tremble slightly as the tips dip into the holy water, blessing herself almost automatically.

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Fan fiction by Celina79 posted een jaar geleden
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A funny Emily oneshot written door karamel Tart on fanfiction.net.
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The team stopped shocked watching as an unknown woman had started to crazily hit Emily with her super sized handbag, the woman did look a little familiar to Aaron though he could not place her. They were on a case and had had to put Emily in an undercover role just to catch their UnSub; he liked call girls, tall, brunette, brown-eyed call girls. Emily fit the bill perfectly, a little too perfectly if u asked Special Agent David Rossi, but it wasn’t like he could really protest to her going undercover, without announcing to the entire team that he and Emily were “dating”. He however wasn’t going to get his wish as he heard a very familiar voice sound over Emily’s wire.

‘Emily, caro? Che cosa è questo? Perché sono vestiti come un hooker? Perché eravate voi con quell'uomo ed il non mio David?’ Rossi cringed at the voice. No it couldn’t be. Could it? There was no way she was really there.
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Fan fiction by CathCuddy posted een jaar geleden
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hallo everyone, so I understand that most of u never read a fanfic of CM, so I thought that I could post one of two here ;) I could give u the linken but I think that reading here is so much fun. Anyway I DID NOT wrote this, Mr Super Czar on FanFiction.net did. I hope u like it.

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I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I can’t reach


The neon danced lightly across her skin as she walked slowly down the moonlight street. People with names and faces she didn’t know of recognize passed her door without so much as a seconde glance. The occasional person would nudge her shoulder as she went door but besides that, she was just another invisible face in the crowd. She couldn’t remember how long she had been out for but it couldn’t have been meer than a couple of hours. In truth, she did not know where she was planning on going so she just went wherever her feet took her.
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