#constantones

Baby boy, baby.

Listen, I'm saying yes for a million reasons, but not the least of which because FUCK YES

Prophet spent six years in prison, where they aren't big on physical touch unless in a fight, of COURSE he's touch starved. But touch SNESITIVE?? Oh, Mick has so much fun with him.

or when they were saving children from that school bus with a bomb in it, Mick being the only one who noticed the little girl that got left behind... just what if hahsh

Cooper physically holding Prophet back from going in the fire... because "it's too late.."

Okay, but you should know that I woke up this morning and chose violence so read this at your own risk.

Title: every city's got a graveyard (take me back to the night we met)

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He's not going to make it. There's not enough time and Mick isn't fast enough. He thumbs on his radio. "Cooper?" he asks quietly. "Is everyone out?"

"Yes, everyone is out. Everyone's safe, Mick." The radio crackles and squalls.

Mick sighs, relieved. There's 10 seconds on the clock. "Jon?" he asks.

"Mick?" Prophet asks back.

Mick smiles. 5 seconds on the clock. "I never told you, Jon. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, man, just tell me whatever it is when you're done." Oh, Prophet. Sweet, perfect Prophet.

3 seconds. "I'm afraid I won't get the chance, Jon."

"What do you mean?"

Mick laughs, a tiny breath of a thing. "Jon, I love you." He hears a soft gasp. "I've loved you since the moment we met."

"What?"

"I love you," Mick says as the clock hits one. "I'm sorry, love."

Zero.

~

Prophet hears the declaration, he hears the words spoken to him. "No," he whispers. "No, no, no!"

He turns towards the hospital, but he's barely taken a step before Cooper is behind him, hand on his shoulder.

"Prophet, no." Sam's grip is strong, but Prophet knows how to barrel past that strength.

"Mick!" he shouts. "Mick!" His voice is hollow, desperate.

Sam's hand on his shoulder transfers to an arm around his waist. "Prophet!" Sam calls.

Prophet struggles against Sam with a ferocity that should make the taller man off balance, but somehow doesn't. "Let me go!" Prophet snaps, scratching at Sam's arms with blunt nails. "Let me go! Mick!"

An explosion rocks the ground, expelling fire and glass from the windows. In seconds, another explosion forces more glass, wood, and concrete reinforcement from the building. The building goes up in flames.

"No!" Prophet shouts. "Mick!" He fights even hard to get down, to run in.

"Prophet," Sam says, turning them away from the hospital and finally setting Prophet down.

Prophet tries to duck around Sam, but he's stopped by Sam stepping with him, directly in his way. "We need to get in there, Mick could be hurt!"

Sam steps with Prophet again, always keep directly in sight. "Prophet, we can't."

"Cooper, we have to go in!"

"We can't, Prophet!" Sam replies as he catches Prophet again and keeps him placed in front of Sam with both hands. "Hey!" He ducks his head to catch Prophet's eyes, but Prophet's looking at the building, at the smoke now curling towards the sky. His eyes dart towards every window, every door, every possible escape route.

"Hey!" Sam says again. He finally catches Prophet's eye and keeps it. "I'm sorry, Jonathan," he says softly.

"No," Prophet pleads. "No, please. He's fine, we have to go look for him!"

"Prophet, it's too late," Sam tells him.

Prophet finally stops moving, stops looking. "Coop," he begs. "Please, he can't-"

"Jonathan, I'm sorry." Cooper whispers.

It's then that the tears building in Prophet's eyes since the declaration begin to fall. A sob hitches in his throat, the erupts from between his lips. He collapses against Sam like a puppet who's strings where cut.

"I'm sorry," Cooper whispers again, hugging Prophet back.

~

Fickler meets them when they finally get back to base.

"What happened was a travesty," he tells them. "I'm so sorry for your loss."

"Director, I'd like to request a week off for my team to grieve," Cooper says immediately, not acknowledging the apology.

"Of course," the Director grants with a nod. "All the time you need, Agent Cooper."

Prophet brushes by the director without a word. He tunes out the protests and Sam's response. He changes and goes home without saying goodbye.

When he collapses against the bed, the sheets still smell like Mick's hair products from the last night they'd spent in this bed. Prophet cries himself to sleep that night.

It's the first night of many.

~

They'd been seeing each other since they formed the team, at first just sex, then something bigger. Neither if them where okay with labels, but boyfriend would've explained and still not felt like enough. Two years since the team was formed and Prophet was released from jail. 10 seconds and Jonathan's world stopped spinning and didn't continue after.

Gina and Beth came to visit every day, but Jonathan couldn't get out of bed to answer the door.

"Prophet?" Gina asks. "I'm so sorry."

"It's not your fault," Jonathan whispers into the pillows where she can't hear him.

"It's going to be okay," Beth tries to reassure him.

"You don't know shit about what you're talking about," Prophet snarls to an empty room when she's gone.

Cooper cokes to see him twice a week, each time letting himself in with the spare key he undoubtedly got from Mick's personal effects. He doesn't talk to Prophet, just tells him to shower.

By the time Prophet gets out of the shower, his sheets are changed and there's a water bottle and protein bars on his night stand. Cooper is always gone and the apartment has been locked up behind him.

Prophet never touches the protein bars except to nibble on the corners. The water is always finished when Cooper shows up again.

~

Three weeks go by and Prophet goes back to work in a haze. He keeps expecting Mick to show up once more, to tease him unexpectedly from the doorway, to skim his fingertips around the back of Prophet's neck.

The team gets a new member, her name is Andrea Reyes. She's a sniper, trained to perfection on the gun range. She's never seen war. Jonathan dislikes her on principal.

The team tells her that it's not personal. Prophet has no clue how to tell them that it's completely personal.

~

Prophet gets control of Mick's affairs as dictated by the will Mick had modified a week into their agreement to be exclusive. Mick left behind a set of letters, one for each team member, one to Emily Prentiss that Jonathan mails off to her along with an apology written by his own hands, and one to his sister, Jenna.

Prophet had been the one to call her, tell her that Mick is gone. He'd listen to her scream and cry. He'd listening to her blame the world. He'd taken the blame she placed at his feet when she hung up the phone. He'd reassured her when she called not a minute later and apologized.

"I miss him," she cries. "I miss him."

Jonathan has no clue how to tell her that he does too.

"He talked about you," she tells him one night.

Jonathan raises an eyebrow. "Did he?" he asks, voice suddenly hoarse as his mouth goes dry.

"He loved you so much, Prophet."

Jonathan cries until he passes out when he finally gets off the phone.

~

"I don't like her."

Beth looks up, follows Jonathan's gaze. "Agent Reyes?"

"She's too green," Jonathan clarifies.

"She'll learn. She's only been here three months," Beth reassures him.

Anger surges up, simmering beneath his skin. "She's going to get someone killed. Look how she acts."

Beth watches Jonathan watch Andrea. She's teasing Gina like Mick used to do. "She's acting like every other sniper does. Please, Prophet, trust me. She'll be fine."

Jonathan blinks, doesn't take his eyes off Agent Reyes. "Trust?" he asks. Then he chuckles, "My trust died with Mick."

Beth frowns, puts a hand on Jonathan's shoulder. "Prophet," she tries to say.

Jonathan shakes off her touch. "Prophet died with Mick, too. Call me Jonathan or Simms." Then, he steps away and leaves the room.

~

Beth watches Prophet go in shock. Then she sighs. Loosing Mick had hurt all of them, sure. Beth had spent weeks crying, Sam spent more time in his head, Gina's smiles where fewer and farer between, even Penelope had been devastated, but for Prophet, it appeared that he hadn't just lost someone.

"Is he going to be okay?" Beth asks softly as a presence envelops her from behind.

Cooper watches Prophet go. "He lost his anchor, Beth. You don't come back from that so easily."

~

Two weeks later, Andrea gets cocky and someone dies because of it. Jonathan tenders his resignation effective immediately.

The Red Cell team gets a new member a month later. Her name is Jessica Miller, but she introduces herself as Augur. She's served no prison time, but her eyes say she's seen things.

The team doesn't hear from Jonathan again. They pray he's safe. They don't know about the grave out on the woods, but if they did, they'd know how his story ended. He has a smile on his face when he tells them goodbye the day he leaves the BAU.

Somehow, they know he's a peace.

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mmmmm... okay, so PDA is a yes, but kept to the bare minimum, especially when they have a case. like quick and quiet touches, maybe a quick kiss when going into something dangerous, hugs when they SURVIVED that dangerous thing. hand holding is more common. tbh there's nothing better than a full-body hug when you're coming off an adrenaline high.

You can't see it, but I'm smiling. This post is gonna be great. Thank you much.

Yes, of course!

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- Because Prophet likes overstim, this will sometimes mean he won't want to be touched for a few minutes until his body is back under control afterwards

- Prophet prefers juice, Mick prefers water

- Given that they'd go all night if they could, it's not uncommon for them to be overly touchy with each other (even up to) a few days after

- Mick gets sore easier and stays sore longer than Prophet does, which is funny because he's younger

- Prophet has been known to bite in the aftermath if you startle him, so Mick telegraphs his movements

- So many snacks, dude... like SO many snacks

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Thank you, I'm glad you like it!

My header? Fuck, which one? So, the main blog (I'm assuming) header is literally just me. There was an anime filter on snapshot that a friend was trying out. They took a picture of me and I loved it a lot, so I made it my Tumblr header.