#bauresurrected

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emily convinces him to play tic-tac-toe. (and a sheet of paper becomes their game board. minutes tick by. time killed.) she may notice his copper gaze swerve toward his backpack. she may remember nightfall, swathing the world like a giant, obsidian blanket.

‘you’re not alone.’ her voice shatters rhythmic lull. ‘or at least you don’t have to be.’

@bauresurrected | Elle for Emily

To her shame, Elle had to admit that there weren't a lot of people she could think of to call so late at night to come pick her up from work. It was close to midnight when she stood outside the hospital, arms wrapped around herself against the cold.

It had been another shift that had felt like an eternity; she had been working for 53 hours, taking care of more than thirty patients who had all been involved in the same bus crash. Elle wasn't even sure how she was still on her feet, but she knew for sure that she wasn't fit to drive home in that state.

starter call | @bauresurrected

they're all stressed, she doesn't need to be a profiler to know that. stressed, overworked, and in truth maeve suspects the closest thing any of the team has resembling a work-life balance is by accident.  ( she can't judge, she knows that. since her coma she's been as hard to catch as sand, endlessly slipping between fingers. )    it's an endless thing:  the cases, how the worst of humanity never lets them rest. 

she's quiet when she heads over, taking seat next to emily. quiet when she offers her one of the two paper coffee mugs.

his head is throbbing. he'd taken a pretty hard blow to the head while fighting with an assailant. apparently ( he was told this by one of the cops ) , there had been a serial killer in the area that was breaking into homes and killing people in their living room. alex had been just walking past when he had seen the ajar door and decided to investigate , only to see a man in black tying a woman to her living room chair , already stabbed. alex had managed to take down the guy when the fbi came in , guns blazing.

luckily , the woman hadn't lost consciousness yet and had told the agents that alex had saved her. so , now he was sitting on a stretcher with the paramedics taking a look at him , waiting for an opening to leave. there was no way he wanted to tell any agents anything.

featuring: david rossi and emily prentiss

song: the middle by jimmy eat world

the younger agent managed a tight smile, glancing towards the meeting room. there was never a slow day at the bureau, but especially not within the bau. but some days were worse than others. she offered out the second coffee cup to the other, thankful that she'd managed to squeeze in a coffee run when she had a chance.

"I mean, you could have," Morgan replied. "But thanks for not doing that."

He leaned into Prentiss a little more than he wanted to, but he was hurting.

the  excuses  skim  over  her  alike  bare  feet  on  ice  ,  with  ease.  even  after  hues  catch  sight  of  the  physicality's  of  the  hours  passed  ,  she  doesn't  back  down.  a  breath  is  heaved  out  of  parted  lips  ,  shaking  her  head.  "  you  can't  get  rid  of  me  that  easily  ,  'm  fine.  "  assuring  words  are  mumbled  ,  assisting  the  removal  of  the  shirt  completely  before  a  cold  compress  is  placed  gently  against  the  first  of  many  scars  that  scattered  @bauresurrected's  form.