#serialbled

𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. The other has saved her ass from certain death already and still, she felt this was a conversation that should not be happening with Lily.

Her head is pounding from another hit to the back of the head by a damn shovel again. Garcia had already said that she needs to get the word out to all of the Serial killers that shovels are out of the question just like how she was going to tell the unsubs that they shouldn’t be woken up at three am for a case. Everyone knew that she was kidding but it still was an amusing thought. When Lily handed her an ice pack wrapped in a towel from her go bag, she let a little smile slip onto her face. ❝I let an unsub getaway…❞ thank god that Morgan and Emily had been near and was able to capture the unsub before he got away from them. the moment the shovel hit her, she was down for the count and Lily had been the one there for her when she woke grumbling about how much her headache hurt like a bitch.

Emily tosses her an ice pack onto her lap as she walked back to her seat and JJ is cracking it, swishing the liquid so that it gets cold before wrapping it into her light jacket and placing it on her head.  ❝so it is my fault.❞ She lets it slid when it comes to the worried look on the other’s face. She cares about the team more than JJ would have ever expected. ❝I couldn’t let Reid or even you get hurt,❞ she has to add in Lily to make it seem like she isn’t just trying to protect Spencer. She works with profilers and none of them have called her out on her need to protect the genius but they most likely chalk it up to the fact that it was some sort of sibling sort of relationship even though she never saw him as her brother but more as someone that in another life she could have been with romanticly. She can’t be with him now, she’s a married woman and her mind already twisting and turning trying to find a way to live with the life that she made for herself with the longing that is twisting in her stomach. She loves her boys and Will but at the same time, she wishes that she had asked Spencer out, made a move. Staring at Lily now, she does realize something, her words weren’t a lie. She would protect Lily just like anyone else on the team. 

–––– asking out / not accepting .

his phone buzzes . it’s late , he doesn’t expect anyone to text him in the early hours of the morning . mouth turns down in a confused frown before john jumps quietly from his bed to look out his window . sure enough , lilly is lent against his dad’s car , waiting for him . a small smirk ensues .

( sms → killer ) –––– you stalkin me now , blondie ? ( sms → killer ) –––– better be takin me somewhere good .

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐞, 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭. One minute she was chasing after an unsub and the next she felt as if the wind had been knocked out of her, unable to see a thing. The birds chirping on that fine spring morning sounded more like buzzing bees to her. It took hours to cut through the fog (or so it felt) and able to feel a hand touching her arm, rubbing soothing circles with their thumb.

She had been sick for at least a week, headaches and sore throat with ears that rung. Emily had told her to go and get some rest a handful of times during the case but she had straight up refused, just kept nursing hot tea, taking Advil, and pretending that she was fine. A minor cold, she kept claiming and then with promises to see a doctor when they got back to Virginia that was never going to happen.

❝Ow,❞ Her voice sounded like she swallowed a frog. Blue eyes fluttering open to the bright lights of a hospital room. Did we get em? She wants to ask, work always coming first in her mind but could one blame her? Will had moved out of the house six months ago and she hadn’t told the team so throwing herself into her work seemed like the best way to go. Her boys settled with spending most of their time with their daddy as mommy had to work. The bachelor pad of an apartment had seemed a lot cooler than their mama’s home that was much too clean.

❝I feel as if I was run over by a truck ❞ she grumbles as she slowly tilts to the side so that she can see Lily. She says that she is here for the blonde and she wants to say to leave because who wouldn’t want someone to hold her hand and lie to her face about how bad this really is. She fainted at work, on the job in the middle of a field of grass all because she can’t admit to herself or anyone that she is sick. ❝Yeah, you are here and that does matter.❞ An unsaid sorry implied in her words for all the times she gave the other pretty much the cold shoulder or was untrusting given how Lily became a team member.

      “destroying EVERYTHING seems like the best option.”

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐋𝐃.  The blonde couldn’t believe that this woman gets to join this team. The agent bent down to get a better look at the victim. Eyes removed from their sockets. ❝Well, at least we know he is consistent.❞ Coming to California during the middle of summer and no place to be cool but the SUVs and the hotel that they were staying at left the blonde wanting to get this case over with and go home to a place that has Air conditioning that wasn’t broke and two boys that love her dearly. She looks up at the brunette and nods, almost as a prompt for the other to start talking about what she sees.