#strongnotweak

        the kiss came from nowhere as both men seem to have had the same idea from the beginning  .  tension has been building for quite some time only now bursting into a furious bout of lip locks and fumbling hands  . first to be removed was paul’s leather jacket and it came off easily  ,  but a stir of laughter erupts in the apostle’s chest as staci fumble’s a bit too harshly with the buttons of his own shirt. there’s no mocking only playful amusement as paul steps back in to grip the bottom of the fabric  .  ❝  let me . . .❞ he whispers against lips that seem a bit too exasperated from embarrassment .  paul finds it extremely endearing while carefully undoing one button at a time  ,  ensuring that he’s placing a few kisses upon those lips against his  . 

Now he was pacing through a comfortable room feeling all kinds of uncomfortable, gritting his teeth against the guard at the door and the urge to demand his weapons back. Everyone’d in this town’d been nice so far, probably nicer than they’d be at Alexandria with a random stranger showing up at their gate. He couldn’t fight the itch of wrong down his spine but he could swallow it maybe. Play nice. ‘Cause whoever these people were? If they had some way to stop the dead from fighting back, that’d be worth a hell of a lot more than a few minutes of uncomfortable.

            ❝not  a  chance.❞

‘ deputy pratt ... i, uh - wheaty and i were just borrowing that quad. ’

            ZERO-BASE secure mobile command was an isolated encampment in an undisclosed location in montana. four hours on the jet from quantico. it wasn’t often the national guard worked directly with the fbi, federal marshals, and homeland security. natural disasters, bombings, and domestic terrorism were the primary TRIAD of interdepartmental team work. everyone was on edge, only written communication was permitted and all radios, phones, and monitors had been banned or confiscated upon entry. even the gps in their SUVs had been disabled.             they’d told hotch it was a CULT when they’d called the BAU in on this, but they hadn’t gone into detail. now he knew just how serious everything had gotten, how close they’d been to something bigger than jonestown or uganda. maybe it already was bigger and they didn’t understand the SCOPE of what they were dealing with. that was one of the reasons he and his team were here. he’d paired them up and given them their assignments. morgan and jj, prentiss and reid. hotch was on his own, and rossi was going to rotate and keep an eye on everyone. of the files his unit had been assigned he’d taken the one that interested him the most.                       staci pratt. twenty-nine years old. deputy of the hope county sheriff's department. reported MISSING shortly after leaving to apprehend joseph seed. pratt is seated behind, and cuffed to a steel table. they’d cleared out an old motel to use for the interrogations, the table and two chairs were the only furniture left in the stripped down room. ❝hello deputy pratt, i’m aaron hotchner with the FBI. i’m going to be asking you some questions and i’m hoping you’ll be able to assist us in our investigation.❞ one of the uniforms had told him the guy was scrambled eggs, but hotch didn’t take pysch evals from local PD. he’d dealt with programming before, just perhaps not this SADISTIC.  ❝can I get you anything?❞ - @strongnotweak