Then let's prove it

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Ever since Laura Beckett and Seth Marshall were children, they’ve always loved one another—only, they didn’t realize they were in love until it was too late.

Knowing they can never be wed due to their class difference—he, a schoolteacher-turned-military-captain, and she, an heiress—as well as her arranged, loveless engagement to a Pennsylvanian congressman, Laura attempts to dissuade Seth’s affections by putting up barriers. Only, he scales them. Repeatedly.

Amidst their tentative dance around their plight, Seth is fooled by an insincere offer to trade a prisoner of war, and uses his rank to stage an exchange. Only, the trade fails with fatal consequences. The guilt spirals him headlong into an unhealthy dependence upon Laura’s passionate touch. Unfortunately for the ardent couple, Laura’s father grows deathly ill during their romance, and she must choose between obeying his final wish with her engagement, or following her heart.

Tropes you'll enjoy:

childhood friends-to-lovers

inexperienced man x experienced woman

class difference

mutual pining

secret relationship

forbidden love

man in uniform

military romance

tortured hero

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Beverly Katz

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1x13 "Savoureux"

Random Asks // Always Accepting

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B.arts P.athology M.useum (St B.artholomew’s H.ospital) London, 11:42 a.m.

Their first trace of evidence lay dead in an East London flat, leaving no name, no blood, no face to identify (thankfully he did have finger prints). What was worth further investigation was a sealed file in his cold, stiff hands. It was sealed and much of it was redacted. What was curious about this was that the same file was missing down in the Park's basement archives.

The corpse was a an ex-R.ussian asset, low-level courier under MI5 protection, at least until someone had cracked his ribs open and rearranged his insides like a bloody pinata.

Rank and unfortunate business.

With Will Graham having a spotty memory, her transfer couldn't have come at a worse time. It's all temporary, Jack had insisted, but Beverly's keen sense of bullshit told her something was amiss. And although Crawford would never lie to her, she didn't know any of these people across the pond.

She understood why she'd been called -- she did. It would seem that their Copycat Killer was either traveling overseas, or he'd inspired yet another copycat, so joining forces was the logical next step. But did it have to come at the price of her present progress at the BAU? At the price of Will Graham's mental health?

Beverly gritted her teeth. Despite her mind swirling a mile a minute, she suddenly caught a flash of movement from her peripheral. Being a big sister had its advantages. When she was a teenager, she'd always known when her younger sister, Gwen, had tried sneaking out to meet boys. She was accustomed to listening for her disobedient siblings, because their parents had often been MIA, and left her in charge.

Sliding a hand to the revolver at her hip, she coolly called back, "You must not know who I am. Want to find out?"

The man gave a curse -- definitely not American -- and she turned, arching a brow as an unfamiliar blonde slowly egressed the shadows. "Alright, alright. Relax," he coaxed. "I'm with the secret service, not some bum git with a penchant for stalking women."

Beverly scoffed. "In English, please? And preferably without you talking about your bum this time."

Three wonderful, beautiful, fabulous under appreciated characters. I practice drawing them aged down juuuuuust a little bit for an upcoming project.

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