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“We didn’t have that in my day.”
“What?” Aaron asks, eyeing him curiously.
“A media liaison. A jet. A gay couple in the bullpen.” Rossi laughs under his breath, looking down at the desks below.
Aaron blinks. “I’m sorry, Dave… what?”
“A gay couple,” Rossi repeats, gesturing lazily at the bullpen. “The two young men down there currently sharing a desk.”
“Reid and Morgan?” Aaron’s voice goes up half an octave. Rossi isn’t sure he’s ever heard him sound so scandalized.
Rossi joins the BAU and notices some curiosities within the team.
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- Part 5 of moreid-ifying cm episodes
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28 Oct 2025
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Life-Altering Conclusions in a McCarran Airport Lounge by fabfemmeboy
Fandoms: Criminal Minds (US TV)
04 Oct 2025
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Moreid Week Day 3: Missing/Alt Scene
Set after 4x07 Memoriam
"If someone had suggested that my dad had raped and murdered a kid, I would have lost it. Sworn up and down they were crazy, because I know he wouldn't do that. You really thought your dad was capable of that. I get you don't like the guy, I get that you're angry at him for abandoning you and your mom. But that's a really big leap to make...unless you had other reasons to be sure." Morgan paused as though waiting for Reid to tell him to back off - or to fill in a quick answer. "So I gotta ask...did you have other reasons to be sure it could be him?"
Did he? Because Morgan and Rossi had both been right - it had been clear that whoever killed Riley Jenkins was a need-based pedophile, though it was impossible to tell whether he was preferential or situational. That hadn't given him even a moment's pause. If anything, he had just been more certain. Abandoning a 10-year-old son and schizophrenic wife made someone a terrible person, but the majority of terrible people didn't rape and murder a 6-year-old boy and leave him behind a washing machine. Why hadn't the thought bothered him?
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27 Oct 2025
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It starts like an average Monday. It doesn't stay that way for long.
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16 Oct 2025
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What do you even say? You look at pictures of all the horrible things that people do to each other all day and talk to parents whose children have been mutilated, decapitated, shot, burned or strangled or drowned in four inches of water. It’s a wonderful job opportunity, truly, especially for the young like you, Spencer. You’ll get decent health care benefits that will cover gunshot wounds. But you have to suck it up when you start dreaming about the dead girls, the fathers, the mothers floating in creeks in Anywhere, USA.
He figures he’ll start with the science. People like Spencer Reid would like things like that. They sit in academic offices and create new words for things that don’t help anyone at all and they perform mathematical operations on a chalkboard in a stuffy lecture hall. Aaron Hotchner took a bullet in his left hip when he was twenty-nine. He’s hoping that Gideon does actually mean to stick him in an office after all. Academics don’t do too well, at least not people comfortable with it. He has a juris doctorate, but he was itching to apply what he knew before people died. He wonders if Spencer is like that. He wonders if it’s bad that Spencer is willing to sign his life to this.
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13 Oct 2025
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It creeps in like a summer storm and starts with colors. One morning, the pumpkin orange of the gas pump looks like rotting meat, a deep purple, and Spencer suddenly finds himself inexplicably concerned that it will attract flies. He takes a breath in, city air on the fringes of D.C., flips open the filler door, and unscrews the gas cap.
24—that’s how old he is, and three-quarters of mental illnesses develop before that age. He’s not out of the dark yet, but it’s not likely. His memory is just faulty, maybe, highly unlikely, but he hasn’t slept well, it’s possible. He pulls out the pump at the click and it smears gasoline on his fingers. He’s going to be late. It’s wiped off on the knees of his slacks.
He scans his ID card, sits at his desk, stares at the bruising color of the sky outside. Unlikely for the sky to be that color, especially at this time of day.
“There’s a system rolling in,” Morgan remarks, and then something realigns in his chest.
He’ll be fine. Most likely.
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03 Sep 2025