Hotch & Prentiss- Fun

Written by Kavi Leighanna on fanfiction.net



Fairy Tale

She’d planned the perfect outdoor, spring wedding. Flowers, seats the while thing. She’d been so wickedly excited as she should be and it had all been going so well. Then the storm had floated in. Well, moved in, more appropriately. It had clouded over faster than anyone could track. They’d managed to move everything indoors deciding to use the reception hall. It was still a beautiful ceremony even though it hadn’t been exactly the dream she’d been picturing. She’d told him that it didn’t matter so long as she married him.

But...

Another Fanfiction I know, but I love that one, so I thought I have to share it with you :).
Its after the very last scene of 4x17 Demonology.

Written by chandlerina@Livejournal.
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The darkness had crept up all around her and seemed to linger just inches away and although she wanted to walk home alone to clear her mind from everything that had happened, she was starting to feel even lonelier than before. The snowflakes were all around her in the wind, dancing, twirling, and if it’d been another night with another feeling, she’d noticed how beautiful...

By Kavi Leighanna


Of Mistletoe and Five-Year-Olds

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“Jack?”

Emily Prentiss was on a hunt. At least, a metaphorical one. The little five-year-old had gone missing, and while no one was particularly worried, per se, the last time he’d gone missing without a word, Hotch had almost lost it.

Stupid Foyet and his stupid vendetta ruining everyone’s stupid lives.

It was a mantra she’d gone through more times than she’s prefer to count since they’d found Haley’s broken, beaten and bloody body in the home she’d once shared with Hotch. Actually, before that even, when things started to go...

Written by ilovetvalot.
Note: This story is taken after 100th Episode.


Miracles Amidst the Darkness

He heard her soft approach from behind him, her footsteps rustling on the dead leaves carpeting the ground of the deserted cemetery around him. Closing his eyes against the wave of regret washing over him, he clenched his jaw. He didn’t want to be comforted anymore. Especially not by her. He didn’t deserve it.

It was his fault. His fault for not taking the deal that would have saved her life. His fault that his beautiful son was now motherless. His fault that she was resting inside a wooden box...

Based on what should have happened at the end of in name and blood.

Prentiss was unsure how long she'd been gazing out of the window, watching the city's lights. She knew only that her head was not so quietly pounding, her neck ached and she could feel stiffness settling in over the right side of her body where she had been hit and had fallen. She snatched up the container of painkillers she had been given and read the label deciding whether she wanted them or not. Physical pain she was fairly good at ignoring but not alongside everything that was running through her mind.

Hotch turning up here....