The Dudley Do-Right Memorial Peril/Hurt/Comfort/Id-Fic-Athon: CM Gen/AU/Crack/Crossover Edition
"Take your tie off for once in your life."- Jason Gideon
Why?
Because melliyna and bessemerprocess are very persuasive people. Because, after the big release of finishing Tim-in-Peril, my WsIP are again kicking my ass, and I need a little inspiration. Fic-a-thons are very inspirational. Because I can't let other people have all the fun, and damn it, my birthday's on ( Read more... )
Why?
Because melliyna and bessemerprocess are very persuasive people. Because, after the big release of finishing Tim-in-Peril, my WsIP are again kicking my ass, and I need a little inspiration. Fic-a-thons are very inspirational. Because I can't let other people have all the fun, and damn it, my birthday's on ( Read more... )
Make sure her attention’s focused, and then fight back.
He didn’t know how long it would take to dig up a corpse and then burn it, but for the sake of his bones, he was hoping that Reid and the Ghostfacers were digging extra fast tonight.
The ghost made to attack him again, but was distracted by a noise from Emily on the other side of the room. An intentional noise, apparently - as soon as the ghost moved towards her, she tossed a handful of salt.
The young girl seemed to dissolve into smoke - that, more than anything else seemed to lay to rest any doubts he had about the situation. This was no trick of the light. The problem was…
‘Where’d she go?’ Emily called out, eyes darting around the room. Morgan got to his feet, his body screaming at him.
Next week, he’d choose where they went.
He barely noticed the flash of white behind Emily, yelling, ‘Behind you!’ Emily turned, hand in the bag of salt, but not before the ghost tossed her, too, across the room. She gave a loud grunt as she fell against a set of old bookshelves, knocking them to the ground.
‘You alright?’ he asked, as she stood, dazed, and with her hair mussed across her face, but without serious injury.
She shook her head, not at the question, but at the whole situation. ‘Ghosts, Morgan. What the fuck?’
He grinned, in spite of himself, and swung the crowbar at the flash of white that appeared in front of him.
Fool me once…
‘You think we could trap it?’ She didn’t sound particularly confident, which was understandable - they caught unsubs for a living, not ghosts.
‘Can you trick ghosts?’
‘She seems kind of…primal. I don’t know if there’s much capacity for high level thinking.’ He paused. ‘Anyway. This thing used to be a six-year-old girl. I doubt she was a rocket scientist before she died.’
‘I doubt she was a body-builder either, and yet she threw both of us across the room like we weighed nothing,’ she pointed out, and Morgan couldn’t find fault with that argument. Still - there wasn’t time to test what ghosts could do, and what they couldn’t do. All they had was the facts: iron and salt.
Emily moved back towards the circle of salt, brushing a section of it to the side. ‘You want to be bait, or will I?’ The question was answered for them, when the ghost appeared in front of Emily, who took a step back, her eyes wide.
As quietly as possible, Morgan moved around behind them to close the circle, using the bag of salt that Emily had left on the ground. ‘Done.’ Emily stepped out of the circle, out of the way of the ghostly hand that tried to grab her.
‘Now all we have to do is wait.’ Morgan didn’t want to leave a ghost alone in the salt circle. He trusted folklore about as far as he could throw it.
Within ten minutes though, the girl started to burn up, and in her last few seconds of life (Unlife? Undeath?), her expression went from psychotic to haunted, as though there was still something of that little girl left inside. There was no time to dwell on the matter, and even less time to react. What was apparently one of the most haunted buildings on the East Coast became significantly less haunted in the space of seconds.
Another minute, and Reid and the Ghostfacers returned, looking wearing and covered in dirt, but they hadn’t had to fight a ghost, so they still had one up.
Without another word, Morgan walked straight out the front door. They’d barely spent half an hour inside the house, but it was enough that he didn’t even want to hear the word ghost for the rest of his life.
Fin.
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And of course, once the BAU gets *told* what's going on and how to handle it, they handle it like BAMFs.
Well done. :)
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