Oh JJ. Oh JJ when faced with Hotch. Oh Reid-geekery. Oh Garcia-love. Oh Morgan being adorable. And still a player. You brought back Jordan! And made her not ridiculous! You promoted JJ to profiler! How are you made of so much win???
Love the JJ/Ororo motions toward friendship. I suspect I could spend days watching Emma/Emily bicker over child-rearing finances and public schooling and to-do-in-case-of-death lists and still be mightily amused. You. Write. Them. So. Well. Also: wait-staff speech lessons. Also:
Emma sighed and leaned back in the seat, stricken to the core. Emily met her eyes, and matched them with the same helpless desperation.
“We’ll see.”
I love your hairpin turns. Gah. My heart. The bedtime section is just... Beautiful. And, of course:
She wondered what life had been like for her double, what had been different, when it had all changed. If it had been true and she had been a slave, been Emma’s slave… Emily gritted her teeth, not turned on, she was not turned on.
“Emily, please accompany the young lady to the restroom.”
Well, actually it probably wouldn’t be that different from what it was now.
BWAH! *bawling with laughter* Winwinwin. Pure WIN.
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Oh JJ. Oh JJ when faced with Hotch. Oh Reid-geekery. Oh Garcia-love. Oh Morgan being adorable. And still a player. You brought back Jordan! And made her not ridiculous! You promoted JJ to profiler! How are you made of so much win???
Love the JJ/Ororo motions toward friendship. I suspect I could spend days watching Emma/Emily bicker over child-rearing finances and public schooling and to-do-in-case-of-death lists and still be mightily amused. You. Write. Them. So. Well. Also: wait-staff speech lessons. Also:
Emma sighed and leaned back in the seat, stricken to the core. Emily met her eyes, and matched them with the same helpless desperation.
“We’ll see.”
I love your hairpin turns. Gah. My heart. The bedtime section is just... Beautiful. And, of course:
She wondered what life had been like for her double, what had been different, when it had all changed. If it had been true and she had been a slave, been Emma’s slave… Emily gritted her teeth, not turned on, she was not turned on.
“Emily, please accompany the young lady to the restroom.”
Well, actually it probably wouldn’t be that different from what it was now.
BWAH! *bawling with laughter* Winwinwin. Pure WIN.