She’d planned the perfect outdoor, spring wedding. Flowers, seats the while thing. She’d been so wickedly excited as she should be and it had all been going so well. Then the storm had floated in. Well, moved in, meer appropriately. It had clouded over faster than anyone could track. They’d managed to verplaats everything indoors deciding to use the reception hall. It was still a beautiful ceremony even though it hadn’t been exactly the dream she’d been picturing. She’d told him that it didn’t matter so long as she married him.
Another Fanfiction I know, but I love that one, so I thought I have to share it with u :). Its after the very last scene of 4x17 Demonology.
Written door chandlerina@Livejournal. __________________________________________________
The darkness had crept up all around her and seemed to linger just inches away and although she wanted to walk home pagina alone to clear her mind from everything that had happened, she was starting to feel even lonelier than before. The snowflakes were all around her in the wind, dancing, twirling, and if it’d been another night with another feeling, she’d noticed how beautiful...
Emily Prentiss was on a hunt. At least, a metaphorical one. The little five-year-old had gone missing, and while no one was particularly worried, per se, the last time he’d gone missing without a word, Hotch had almost lost it.
Stupid Foyet and his stupid vendetta ruining everyone’s stupid lives.
It was a mantra she’d gone through meer times than she’s prefer to count since they’d found Haley’s broken, beaten and bloody body in the home pagina she’d once shared with Hotch. Actually, before that even, when things started to go...
Written door ilovetvalot. Note: This story is taken after 100th Episode.
Miracles Amidst the Darkness
He heard her soft approach from behind him, her footsteps rustling on the dead leaves carpeting the ground of the deserted cemetery around him. Closing his eyes against the wave of regret washing over him, he clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to be comforted anymore. Especially not door her. He didn’t deserve it.
It was his fault. His fault for not taking the deal that would have saved her life. His fault that his beautiful son was now motherless. His fault that she was resting inside a wooden box...
It doesn’t take much time to say three words. And “I love you” is just that… Three little words… “I love you”… No, not long at all. Well, I mean, it doesn’t take long to say the actual words but getting to that point where u can say it, and mean it? That takes a long time. But she supposed if u work alongside a man most of your time that must amount to enough because right now she was ready to say it and ready to say it with conviction. She was ready to shout it from the rooftops, all-day, everyday and she never tired of letting him know that, he didn’t either. The fist...
Fanfic written door montiese@lairofthemuses on LJ. Beware it also contains sexual scenes! Genre:Humor/smuff
Hotch pulled up in front of the dance studio and cut the engine. It was off the road a bit and could definitely use meer lighting. Did the residents of Chevy Chase really think they were that far away from the real life dangers of the world? If they did then they were mistaken. He got out of the SUV, not bothering to take cover from the misty drizzle. The studio front door was unlocked so he went in. The place was virtually deserted but Hotch followed the pulsing muziek to one of the smaller...
Fanfiction written door lairofthemuses on LJ. ___________________________________________________________
Emily walked out of Rossi’s office with a box just as Hotch was coming out of his office. Rossi walked toward him to talk, Prentiss headed for the stairs. Neither of them saw her slip but they heard her fall.
“Prentiss!” Hotch exclaimed, rushing past Rossi and over to her. The other Agent was right on his heels.
“I'm OK.” She said, looking a little dazed. The box was on the ground, files scattered.
“What were doing carrying that heavy box?” Hotch asked.