VA TECH FIC 2: Criminal Minds (1/1) (Gideon/Spencer) FRAO
The second in the VA Tech shooting inspired ficlets. With Criminal Minds set in Quantico/DC, there would be no way the BAU wouldn't have been called out to profile the shootings, but what if one of them team was already there? Again, this ficlet was inspired for lack of a better word by the incident on the VA Tech campus yesterday but is in NO WAY a written account of the actual events. This ficlet is written about an unspecified Event on an unnamed college campus.
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Title: N/A as yet
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Gideon/Reid
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Reid was giving a guest lecture...
WARNINGS!!!!! This deals a bit more in emotional depth with what happened yesterday. Still no details, but it's written a bit more emotional than Charlie's pov in the last ficlet.
THIS IS A SNIPPET DEALING WITH THE EMOTIONAL FALLOUT FROM YESTERDAY'S VA TECH SHOOTINGS - SO NOT READ IF YOU FEEL YOU CAN'T YET HANDLE THE CONTENT!!!
Thank you all for reading and allowing me to purge the emotional junk.
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Sirens whirred and blared in the distance, adding their own urgency to the fog of chaos that engulfed Reid’s mind. People were running, screaming; dozens, hundreds of them crashing into each other as they all tried to run, to get as far away from the evil as possible. The sun shone in brilliant light from a cloudless blue sky, casting frenzied shadows on the green grass of the quad as they ran. Through the confusion, Spencer pushed past a couple of people, feeling the recoil of physical impact but giving it no mind, his attention taken up by the mammoth concrete and stone building in front of him.
He had to get back in there…he had to, it was his job…
A hand caught his arm, tugging him back.
“Sir. Sir! You can’t go in there!”
A precious moment was lost, staring in confusion, trying to make out what the man was telling him.
“What? No! No, I have to - “ People - kids - were dying in there…he had to…Breaking off, Spencer lurched forward, still caught by the strong grip that held him.
He had to save them. He was an agent of the FBI, saving people was his job… he had to...he had to…save them. Save the babies from the monster. He closed his eyes against the sudden vision of a flash of bright light and horrible sound, followed by red blood…
The man wouldn’t let him go.
“Sir - you’ve been hit…
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Gideon pushed his impatient way through the crowd, ignoring the curses of FBI, ATF, EMTs and civilians alike, all of his focus intent on finding one man. Spencer. Just that morning they had been teasing each other over breakfast; reading the paper, changing over the clothes in the washer/dryer before heading in to work and now…
Spencer had been giving a guest lecture at the college. An academic lecture on the theory verses the real life actuality of profiling…innocent really. Gideon had been in his office catching up on paperwork before their next case when the call had come in, Hotch flinging himself inside his door, declaring tersely that there had been a shooting spree on campus…
Heart in his throat, Gideon refused to believe anything other than that Spencer was fine; he refused to dwell on the possibility he might be otherwise. He felt the hysteria rush to the fore and ruthlessly pushed it down, his eyes never stopping their scanning of the crowd. Besides, this was hardly Spencer’s first hostage situation; hardly his first brush with an armed unsub. Spencer would be fine.
Finally spotting a familiar figure in the crowd, leaning forlornly against the back of an ambulance and submitting to the crisp, precise attention of an EMT, he was all but hidden; the tans and browns he had worn into work that morning dulled and faded into a uniform gray. His ‘working professor’s clothing’.
Jason made a beeline in that direction, actually managing a half-hearted apology to those he pushed out of the way in getting there.
With eyes that automatically took in the scene, Jason saw at once that Spencer was unhurt, save for a bandage on his upper left arm; the sleeve of his once pristine white shirt now dingy with smoke from the seized building, and spotted with blood. Now that the EMT had finished with him, he had his arms crossed protectively across his chest, watching the subdued milling of law enforcement and civilians as the wounded and disoriented were gently taken care of.
He could see the tears brimming in the expressive eyes as Spencer watched a young woman being lead away crying, wrapped in a warm blanket. He was trembling slightly, his hands buried under his arms like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. His eyes kept returning to the one smudged and burned out building…
“Spencer?”
He turned at his name and the tears that had been held in check spilled down his cheeks, coursing a clean line in the skin through the grime. With a strangled uttering of his name, Spencer threw himself into Jason’s outstretched arms, holding on with a desperate strength.
Sobbing into his neck, Spencer gasped, “I was teaching and - the lecture…I couldn’t save them!”
Gideon patted his back, turning the short taps into long, soothing strokes while he held on to him, offering comfort as best he could while surrounded by federal, state and local authorities. He felt the tears in his own eyes and didn’t care. “I know. You did your best.”
But Spencer was lost, the shock setting in quickly now as the trauma of so much senseless violence caught up with him. “I didn’t know…” The head on Gideon’s shoulder rocked in despair. “…couldn’t save them…”
Gideon’s voice clogged, thick with emotion as he promised, “You tried, Spencer. You tried.”
Accepting a blanket from the EMT with a nod of thanks, he wrapped the thick wool around them and held on tighter as Spencer did the same.
Sometimes, they just couldn’t beat the monsters to the babies.
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Title: N/A as yet
Author: Sam-Tony
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Gideon/Reid
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Reid was giving a guest lecture...
WARNINGS!!!!! This deals a bit more in emotional depth with what happened yesterday. Still no details, but it's written a bit more emotional than Charlie's pov in the last ficlet.
THIS IS A SNIPPET DEALING WITH THE EMOTIONAL FALLOUT FROM YESTERDAY'S VA TECH SHOOTINGS - SO NOT READ IF YOU FEEL YOU CAN'T YET HANDLE THE CONTENT!!!
Thank you all for reading and allowing me to purge the emotional junk.
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Sirens whirred and blared in the distance, adding their own urgency to the fog of chaos that engulfed Reid’s mind. People were running, screaming; dozens, hundreds of them crashing into each other as they all tried to run, to get as far away from the evil as possible. The sun shone in brilliant light from a cloudless blue sky, casting frenzied shadows on the green grass of the quad as they ran. Through the confusion, Spencer pushed past a couple of people, feeling the recoil of physical impact but giving it no mind, his attention taken up by the mammoth concrete and stone building in front of him.
He had to get back in there…he had to, it was his job…
A hand caught his arm, tugging him back.
“Sir. Sir! You can’t go in there!”
A precious moment was lost, staring in confusion, trying to make out what the man was telling him.
“What? No! No, I have to - “ People - kids - were dying in there…he had to…Breaking off, Spencer lurched forward, still caught by the strong grip that held him.
He had to save them. He was an agent of the FBI, saving people was his job… he had to...he had to…save them. Save the babies from the monster. He closed his eyes against the sudden vision of a flash of bright light and horrible sound, followed by red blood…
The man wouldn’t let him go.
“Sir - you’ve been hit…
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Gideon pushed his impatient way through the crowd, ignoring the curses of FBI, ATF, EMTs and civilians alike, all of his focus intent on finding one man. Spencer. Just that morning they had been teasing each other over breakfast; reading the paper, changing over the clothes in the washer/dryer before heading in to work and now…
Spencer had been giving a guest lecture at the college. An academic lecture on the theory verses the real life actuality of profiling…innocent really. Gideon had been in his office catching up on paperwork before their next case when the call had come in, Hotch flinging himself inside his door, declaring tersely that there had been a shooting spree on campus…
Heart in his throat, Gideon refused to believe anything other than that Spencer was fine; he refused to dwell on the possibility he might be otherwise. He felt the hysteria rush to the fore and ruthlessly pushed it down, his eyes never stopping their scanning of the crowd. Besides, this was hardly Spencer’s first hostage situation; hardly his first brush with an armed unsub. Spencer would be fine.
Finally spotting a familiar figure in the crowd, leaning forlornly against the back of an ambulance and submitting to the crisp, precise attention of an EMT, he was all but hidden; the tans and browns he had worn into work that morning dulled and faded into a uniform gray. His ‘working professor’s clothing’.
Jason made a beeline in that direction, actually managing a half-hearted apology to those he pushed out of the way in getting there.
With eyes that automatically took in the scene, Jason saw at once that Spencer was unhurt, save for a bandage on his upper left arm; the sleeve of his once pristine white shirt now dingy with smoke from the seized building, and spotted with blood. Now that the EMT had finished with him, he had his arms crossed protectively across his chest, watching the subdued milling of law enforcement and civilians as the wounded and disoriented were gently taken care of.
He could see the tears brimming in the expressive eyes as Spencer watched a young woman being lead away crying, wrapped in a warm blanket. He was trembling slightly, his hands buried under his arms like he wasn’t sure what to do with them. His eyes kept returning to the one smudged and burned out building…
“Spencer?”
He turned at his name and the tears that had been held in check spilled down his cheeks, coursing a clean line in the skin through the grime. With a strangled uttering of his name, Spencer threw himself into Jason’s outstretched arms, holding on with a desperate strength.
Sobbing into his neck, Spencer gasped, “I was teaching and - the lecture…I couldn’t save them!”
Gideon patted his back, turning the short taps into long, soothing strokes while he held on to him, offering comfort as best he could while surrounded by federal, state and local authorities. He felt the tears in his own eyes and didn’t care. “I know. You did your best.”
But Spencer was lost, the shock setting in quickly now as the trauma of so much senseless violence caught up with him. “I didn’t know…” The head on Gideon’s shoulder rocked in despair. “…couldn’t save them…”
Gideon’s voice clogged, thick with emotion as he promised, “You tried, Spencer. You tried.”
Accepting a blanket from the EMT with a nod of thanks, he wrapped the thick wool around them and held on tighter as Spencer did the same.
Sometimes, they just couldn’t beat the monsters to the babies.
end