#patentyd

               carol   doesn’t   know   where   she   would   be   without   the   bau.      after   the   tragedy   that   had   been   her   early   twenties,   she   had   worked   nonstop   to   get   to   this   point.      all   the   way   from   beat   cop   to   the   behavioral   analysis   unit,   it   had   been   quite   a   journey   thus   far.      every   day   is   different,   there   are   highs   and   lows.      when   they   catch   the   unsub,   when   they   save   a   life…      those   are   the   good   things.      the   hard   part   is   losing   people,   having   to   deliver   that   tragic   news   to   the   families.      for   carol,   it’s   always   the   hardest   when   it   involves   children.      it’s   her   specialty,   but   it   never   gets   easier   having   to   tell   a   parent   that   their   child   was   gone.

               today   had   been   one   of   those   days.      the   case   was   wrapped,   they   caught   the   unsub…      but   not   before   losing   the   child   they’d   been   searching   for.      there   were   tears   in   her   eyes   as   she   stood   off   to   the   side,   trying   desperately   to   hold   it   together   when   she   felt   a   presence   next   to   her.      her   initial   response   had   been   dismissal,   the   classic   i’m   fine,   don’t   worry.      that’s   the   shitty   part   about   working   with   profilers,   they   know   when   you’re   lying.      it’s   been   how   many   years   since   sophia,   and   she   still   feels   that   ache   as   strong   as   the   day   it   happened.      she   never   talks   about   it,   never   says   her   name…      it’s   just   too   difficult   even   now.      apparently   it’s   understood,   as   bau   leader   speaks   and   declares   he’s   not   leaving   her   side.

daisy  jones  is  an  acquired  taste   ,  and  not  everyone  has  the  stomach  for  her.  she's  brash  ,  stubborn.  it's  why  she's  following  behind @patentyd ,  footsteps  heavy  with  each  fall.  she's purposely  loud  behind  him,  making  herself  now.  if  she  had  a  problem  ,  she  was  going  to  make  it  everyone  else's.  ❝  yeah  ,  well  you  have  no  other  choice,  shithead.   ❞  another  day  stuck  in  this  hell.  rod  had  always  been  able  to  pull  off  fixing  things  ,  keeping  them  on  track  behind  the  scenes.  or  that  was  what  she  assumed  ,  knowing  it  was  no  magic  trick  her  imported  teas  were  always  on  the  bus.  the  part  wouldn't  be  in  for  another  day or  two  ,  which  meant  the  tour  bus  was  going  nowhere.  only  throwing  next  concert  date  off  by  a  day  , the  record  company  couldn't justify  a  plane  ,  no  matter  how  big  of  a  fit  she  had given.

❛ i normally don't let what the other agents whisper about bother me. ❜ true. christine knew she brought herself here, had put in the work to get approved for transfer to the bau, she did that. she worked under her father agent booth in the dc field office, she's been fielding dirty looks & conversations that go dead silent when she enters a room since she graduated quantico, but truthfully she had been worried about aaron's opinion of her since her mistake in the field. did he look at her the same way he looked at jack when he put on his father's clothes to play pretend ? was that what she looked like to everyone ? a child playing pretend in clothes much too big for her ?  ❛ but ... but hearing you say that settles a fear i didn't even realize i was carrying around. ❜

starter call / @patentyd : beth for rip.

JOEL LOOKED TOWARDS ELLIE AS HE PLAYED THROUGH EVERYTHING IN HIS MIND. wasn’t too late. could still turn around, leave her here and go back before this got worse, but then what? tess died for nothing? could he live with that? could he leave this damn kid out here to fend for herself and not think twice on it? he shook his head and moved to stand up. there would be time to mourn tess later right? for now he had to move. now THEY had to move. “come on kid, we gotta move.” it was gonna get dark real quick and they needed to find a place that was better sheltered to settle in and this wasn’t it. he shifted as he turned back towards her because she wasn’t exactly racing after him. “get a move on. now” he grunted.

      an eyebrow peeks over the frame of velma’s glasses.  “that’s pretty typical for a cemetery,  shaggy.”  he jokes so often that she can’t tell if he is right now or if he’s being serious,  but she assumes the latter.  her index finger pushes the thick black glasses back up the bridge of her nose and she turns back toward the rows of tombstones.  “you can leave if you’re uncomfortable.”  she might sound rude to the untrained here,  but her bluntness is pragmatic,  not cold.  “i won’t judge you.”  after all,  scooby isn’t with them right now.  and no matter how stubborn either of them are to admit it,  she knows how much they lean on each other.