Music shuffle meme (round 2)
Rating(s): most PG/one R for language
Character(s)/Pairing(s): in order - Reid+Prentiss; Hotch/JJ; Reid+Garcia; Reid/Prentiss; Reid; Rossi+team; Hotch/Haley; teenage!Prentiss; teenage!Hotch/Haley; Gideon
Genre(s): some angst, a humor or two, a romance
Notes: You guys know what this is about, so I'm not gonna repeat the rules again. I will say the shuffle on my iPod really sucks, b/c I have 1835 songs, and in this 10 I got The Beatles twice and Ari Hest THREE TIMES! Wowza.
Again, the format is "Song Title," Record, Artist. Also, I've provided quotes again for your referencing pleasure.
1. "Come Down," Coil, Toad the Wet Sprocket
"You did right to call my bluff,
Because I won't say when I've had enough."
"You think you're so fucking secretive, but really you're just a punk. A punk kid who thinks he knows everything. Now would you open the Goddamn door? I'm not going anywhere, and the neighbors are starting to stare."
The door slowly opened and a hazel eye blinked at her through the gap. "Christ, Prentiss, it's 2am. What the hell?"
She held up a small vial full of clear liquid. "Explain this," she commanded.
He gaped at her. How…? Where…? Fuck. "Um."
"Excellent. Now let me in."
He hesitated, but finally stepped back and opened the door. She brushed past him and into his messy, smelly apartment.
"You look like an addict, Reid," she said as she stared around in astonishment.
He shoved thin hands into his pockets and hunched bony shoulders. "Maybe I need some help, Em."
"Smartest thing you've ever said, kiddo."
2. "Lovely Rita," Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, The Beatles
"Standing by a parking meter,
When I caught a glimpse of Rita,
Filling out a ticket in her little white book."
Hotch hated days like this. He could deal with psychotic UNSUBs, interfering bosses, and even heightened terror alerts. What he couldn't deal with were the days when J.J. looked like she'd just stepped out of the pages of some magazine, and every time he glanced at her he found himself staring at her like a dumb kid.
She kept catching him at it, too, and he could swear it amused her.
Hotch sighed; scrubbed his face with both hands; tried to concentrate on the paperwork piled on his desk.
She was as good as married, he reminded himself. They worked together. There was no room for his lack of professionalism in their relationship.
3. "Laundry Room," I and Love and You, The Avett Brothers
"Teach me how to use
The love that people say you make."
She was in his apartment. She had brought cookies. She was cleaning.
"I can get that, Garcia, it's ok," he said hastily.
"Don't be absurd, my pretty genius. You just sit your skinny self on that couch and let Nurse Garcia take of everything!" She gave him a gentle push, and when he started to protest again her glare shut him up. She passed him the tin of cookies and a glass of milk (she'd also gone to the store for him on the way over) and resumed straightening his haphazard living room.
"Do you have any sort of system here?" she asked as she stared in consternation at his crowded bookshelf.
"Um. Sort of. It's complicated…"
She glanced over her shoulder at him and rolled her eyes. "I'll just put them here for now. You can fix them later."
He watched her bustling around in astonishment. Garcia was a one-woman army, and he was awestruck. She'd stormed in twenty minutes ago and declared that anyone who'd recently been shot should be taken care of. He'd been helpless to stop her, and now his place was nearly spotless.
Spencer Reid wasn't used to accepting…love. But he knew that Garcia, by coming here to clean up and bring him groceries and cookies, was offering just that. He felt a strange, fluttering warmth in his chest, and a crooked smile spread across his face as he watched her.
4. "Morning Light," Drive, Graham Colton Band
"And don't go away.
Say you'll stay
Until the morning light."
"You don't have to leave."
"I think…I think I should…"
"If you're sure?"
"No. No, I'm not sure, but…"
He reached out to cup her face in his long-fingered hands. "You can stay." He brushed her midnight hair back, ran his fingers through it, and leaned closer.
She looked up at him with wide, startled eyes.
"Please stay," he murmured just before his lips met hers.
She let out a little gasp of surprise, but then he felt her mouth curve into a smile. The kiss stretched, deepened, and she curled her fingers into his light curls. "You had to go and cut it," she whispered against his lips.
He laughed a little breathlessly. "I thought you liked it."
"I do," she murmured. "I do."
He kissed her again.
She lost her train of thought.
"So you'll stay?" His breath was feather-soft across her cheek.
"Yes. I'll stay."
5. "Unwell," More than You Think You Are, matchbox twenty
"All day, staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my walls.
All night, hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep.
Because tomorrow might be good for something."
He stared wide-eyed at the ceiling and wondered how the hell he'd ended up here.
The bright red digits of the clock told him it was after 3 in the morning. His head was pounding like a jackhammer. Every bone and sinew and joint ached like a raw wound.
It was worth it. It had to be worth it. He hadn't used the Dilaudid in nearly 24 hours now, and he thought he might die without it. But of course he wouldn't. The pain was withdrawal; it would end soon. It had to end soon.
And then he'd be free.
He pulled the covers up over his thin, shivering frame and prayed it would be over soon. He wasn't a praying man; his lack of faith in any higher power was one of the things that had kept him away from a 12-step group; but at that moment he would take any help or solace he could get.
He pulled a breath through chattering teeth and tried to remember how he used to be.
6. "Fascinate You," Someone to Tell, Ari Hest
"Maybe you're taking your time.
Maybe you don't even care.
Sometimes I wish I were much more easy to scare."
"I don't get it. I've done everything. I've wooed her. I've courted her. What the hell else does she expect?"
"Rossi, man, maybe you should just give it up. Clearly not every woman is susceptible to the David Rossi charm."
"That's a terrible lie, Morgan. I just have to figure her out." The older man winced as he settled into the plane's generous seat, and Prentiss eyed him.
"Still hurting from that session at the gym?" she asked while sneaking a glance at Morgan.
Rossi glared at them both. "Hey, it's good for me."
Morgan laughed. "Damn, Rossi, you got it bad. Is she really worth it?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, I think so."
"Well good luck to ya. We've got a poll goin'. I think I'm gonna win."
"I hope you bet on me, Morgan, because I always get my lady."
7. "Sleep Tonight," Guilty Hearts EP, Ari Hest
"I'm goin' to sleep tonight,
Cause I don't know what to do.
I'm goin' to sleep tonight;
I don't have the strength for you."
"I'm sorry, Aaron," she said, her face creasing as the tears began, "but I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving."
He stared at her, gape-jawed. "I don't understand. Haley, please, let's just talk-"
She shook her head. "There's nothing left to say. I'm sorry. I love you."
The memory was too raw, too immediate. He took another long pull of Scotch in an attempt to erase it. He knew it was his fault. He knew he'd driven her away. But that didn't make it any easier.
He'd tried to convince her to come back, but she'd refused. And now he was just tired. Worn out and used up. As much as he loved her, he wasn't sure he had the strength to beg anymore. He had always been a proud man, but this wasn't about pride. It was about…futility. It was futile for him to keep pleading with her. She'd shut the door behind her, and now he was alone.
He sipped his drink and flipped through an old photo album. He wasn't helping the situation any, he knew, by wallowing, but sometimes a man deserved a good wallow.
But he was as tired of feeling sorry for himself as he was tired of begging his wife to reconsider. Sighing, he returned the album to its place on the shelf. He ejected the CD playing the same maudlin song over and over. Setting his empty glass in the sink, he flipped the lights off and went upstairs to bed.
Alone.
8. "Across the Universe," Let it Be, The Beatles
"Pools of sorrow,
Waves of joy,
Are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me."
Emily took a long drag and let the smoke seep out between her parted lips. She passed the joint to John and sat back with a giggle. "Wow. Just wow."
"I told you!" Matthew said with a grin. "It's awesome, right?"
"Oh my God, my mom will kill me if she finds out!" Emily gasped.
"You aren't gonna tell her, so how's she gonna find out? Not like she'd ever come track you down or anything."
Emily giggled again and nodded. "Yeah, right. That'd be the day. Shhh, let's not talk about her anymore. It's killing my buzz." She said this last with the intense gravity she felt the phrase deserved, but a moment later all three of them were laughing hysterically.
"You're such a loser," John said, tossing a Cheeto at her.
She grinned. "Takes one to know one."
"Ooo, I'm injured."
"This shit makes me witty as fuck. We should do this more often," she said.
"You're such a loser."
9. "Angel," Everyday, Dave Matthews Band
"Why do I beg like a child for your candy?
Why do I come after you like I do?
I love you."
Aaron couldn't believe he was doing this stupid play. It was a musical and he had to wear a ridiculous hat. It had a feather. And he had to dance; he was a terrible dancer, and he hated doing anything he wasn't good at.
He should just quit. It wasn't like she'd really noticed him anyway, except to whisper to her friends and laugh whenever he walked by. They were probably making fun of the stupid hat. He actually didn't blame them for that.
No, he couldn't quit the play. As unsuited for the stage as he knew he was, Aaron Hotchner never started something he didn't finish. So he'd continue making an idiot of himself and hope maybe Haley Brooks noticed. In a good way.
He sighed. Ran both hands back through his dark hair. He should bite the bullet and talk to her. It was the only way to make this all worth it. In the careful, methodical way he had, he began to plan the encounter down to the last detail. It all culminated with him smoothly and suavely asking her out, and her saying yes.
It couldn't fail.
Hopefully.
10. "They're on to Me," Someone to Tell, Ari Hest
"Every step I am taking,
I feel I'm under attack."
He was tired of pretending. At first he'd been almost amused, watching them hold their collective breath as they waited for him to lose it again. He'd been determined to keep himself together this time, to do his job and not lose his…shit, for lack of a better term.
He hadn't lost it. He was still the same calm, analytical man he'd always been. He was doing this so he didn't lose it. He was tired, as he'd written, of pretending to love this job. The thrill of it had died in him, and he was afraid he might lose himself completely if he didn't get out soon.
It would be hardest on Spencer. He hoped the note would assuage some of the hurt and betrayal his young protégé would feel. He knew he should speak to him in person, but this was too huge. He was, he admitted to himself, too much the coward.
He sealed the envelope. Placed it on the desk beside his badge and weapon.
At the door he paused and stared at the little tableau for a moment. With one final shake of his head, he flipped the light switch and closed the door behind him for good.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): in order - Reid+Prentiss; Hotch/JJ; Reid+Garcia; Reid/Prentiss; Reid; Rossi+team; Hotch/Haley; teenage!Prentiss; teenage!Hotch/Haley; Gideon
Genre(s): some angst, a humor or two, a romance
Notes: You guys know what this is about, so I'm not gonna repeat the rules again. I will say the shuffle on my iPod really sucks, b/c I have 1835 songs, and in this 10 I got The Beatles twice and Ari Hest THREE TIMES! Wowza.
Again, the format is "Song Title," Record, Artist. Also, I've provided quotes again for your referencing pleasure.
1. "Come Down," Coil, Toad the Wet Sprocket
"You did right to call my bluff,
Because I won't say when I've had enough."
"You think you're so fucking secretive, but really you're just a punk. A punk kid who thinks he knows everything. Now would you open the Goddamn door? I'm not going anywhere, and the neighbors are starting to stare."
The door slowly opened and a hazel eye blinked at her through the gap. "Christ, Prentiss, it's 2am. What the hell?"
She held up a small vial full of clear liquid. "Explain this," she commanded.
He gaped at her. How…? Where…? Fuck. "Um."
"Excellent. Now let me in."
He hesitated, but finally stepped back and opened the door. She brushed past him and into his messy, smelly apartment.
"You look like an addict, Reid," she said as she stared around in astonishment.
He shoved thin hands into his pockets and hunched bony shoulders. "Maybe I need some help, Em."
"Smartest thing you've ever said, kiddo."
2. "Lovely Rita," Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band, The Beatles
"Standing by a parking meter,
When I caught a glimpse of Rita,
Filling out a ticket in her little white book."
Hotch hated days like this. He could deal with psychotic UNSUBs, interfering bosses, and even heightened terror alerts. What he couldn't deal with were the days when J.J. looked like she'd just stepped out of the pages of some magazine, and every time he glanced at her he found himself staring at her like a dumb kid.
She kept catching him at it, too, and he could swear it amused her.
Hotch sighed; scrubbed his face with both hands; tried to concentrate on the paperwork piled on his desk.
She was as good as married, he reminded himself. They worked together. There was no room for his lack of professionalism in their relationship.
3. "Laundry Room," I and Love and You, The Avett Brothers
"Teach me how to use
The love that people say you make."
She was in his apartment. She had brought cookies. She was cleaning.
"I can get that, Garcia, it's ok," he said hastily.
"Don't be absurd, my pretty genius. You just sit your skinny self on that couch and let Nurse Garcia take of everything!" She gave him a gentle push, and when he started to protest again her glare shut him up. She passed him the tin of cookies and a glass of milk (she'd also gone to the store for him on the way over) and resumed straightening his haphazard living room.
"Do you have any sort of system here?" she asked as she stared in consternation at his crowded bookshelf.
"Um. Sort of. It's complicated…"
She glanced over her shoulder at him and rolled her eyes. "I'll just put them here for now. You can fix them later."
He watched her bustling around in astonishment. Garcia was a one-woman army, and he was awestruck. She'd stormed in twenty minutes ago and declared that anyone who'd recently been shot should be taken care of. He'd been helpless to stop her, and now his place was nearly spotless.
Spencer Reid wasn't used to accepting…love. But he knew that Garcia, by coming here to clean up and bring him groceries and cookies, was offering just that. He felt a strange, fluttering warmth in his chest, and a crooked smile spread across his face as he watched her.
4. "Morning Light," Drive, Graham Colton Band
"And don't go away.
Say you'll stay
Until the morning light."
"You don't have to leave."
"I think…I think I should…"
"If you're sure?"
"No. No, I'm not sure, but…"
He reached out to cup her face in his long-fingered hands. "You can stay." He brushed her midnight hair back, ran his fingers through it, and leaned closer.
She looked up at him with wide, startled eyes.
"Please stay," he murmured just before his lips met hers.
She let out a little gasp of surprise, but then he felt her mouth curve into a smile. The kiss stretched, deepened, and she curled her fingers into his light curls. "You had to go and cut it," she whispered against his lips.
He laughed a little breathlessly. "I thought you liked it."
"I do," she murmured. "I do."
He kissed her again.
She lost her train of thought.
"So you'll stay?" His breath was feather-soft across her cheek.
"Yes. I'll stay."
5. "Unwell," More than You Think You Are, matchbox twenty
"All day, staring at the ceiling
Making friends with shadows on my walls.
All night, hearing voices telling me
That I should get some sleep.
Because tomorrow might be good for something."
He stared wide-eyed at the ceiling and wondered how the hell he'd ended up here.
The bright red digits of the clock told him it was after 3 in the morning. His head was pounding like a jackhammer. Every bone and sinew and joint ached like a raw wound.
It was worth it. It had to be worth it. He hadn't used the Dilaudid in nearly 24 hours now, and he thought he might die without it. But of course he wouldn't. The pain was withdrawal; it would end soon. It had to end soon.
And then he'd be free.
He pulled the covers up over his thin, shivering frame and prayed it would be over soon. He wasn't a praying man; his lack of faith in any higher power was one of the things that had kept him away from a 12-step group; but at that moment he would take any help or solace he could get.
He pulled a breath through chattering teeth and tried to remember how he used to be.
6. "Fascinate You," Someone to Tell, Ari Hest
"Maybe you're taking your time.
Maybe you don't even care.
Sometimes I wish I were much more easy to scare."
"I don't get it. I've done everything. I've wooed her. I've courted her. What the hell else does she expect?"
"Rossi, man, maybe you should just give it up. Clearly not every woman is susceptible to the David Rossi charm."
"That's a terrible lie, Morgan. I just have to figure her out." The older man winced as he settled into the plane's generous seat, and Prentiss eyed him.
"Still hurting from that session at the gym?" she asked while sneaking a glance at Morgan.
Rossi glared at them both. "Hey, it's good for me."
Morgan laughed. "Damn, Rossi, you got it bad. Is she really worth it?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, I think so."
"Well good luck to ya. We've got a poll goin'. I think I'm gonna win."
"I hope you bet on me, Morgan, because I always get my lady."
7. "Sleep Tonight," Guilty Hearts EP, Ari Hest
"I'm goin' to sleep tonight,
Cause I don't know what to do.
I'm goin' to sleep tonight;
I don't have the strength for you."
"I'm sorry, Aaron," she said, her face creasing as the tears began, "but I can't do this anymore. I'm leaving."
He stared at her, gape-jawed. "I don't understand. Haley, please, let's just talk-"
She shook her head. "There's nothing left to say. I'm sorry. I love you."
The memory was too raw, too immediate. He took another long pull of Scotch in an attempt to erase it. He knew it was his fault. He knew he'd driven her away. But that didn't make it any easier.
He'd tried to convince her to come back, but she'd refused. And now he was just tired. Worn out and used up. As much as he loved her, he wasn't sure he had the strength to beg anymore. He had always been a proud man, but this wasn't about pride. It was about…futility. It was futile for him to keep pleading with her. She'd shut the door behind her, and now he was alone.
He sipped his drink and flipped through an old photo album. He wasn't helping the situation any, he knew, by wallowing, but sometimes a man deserved a good wallow.
But he was as tired of feeling sorry for himself as he was tired of begging his wife to reconsider. Sighing, he returned the album to its place on the shelf. He ejected the CD playing the same maudlin song over and over. Setting his empty glass in the sink, he flipped the lights off and went upstairs to bed.
Alone.
8. "Across the Universe," Let it Be, The Beatles
"Pools of sorrow,
Waves of joy,
Are drifting through my open mind,
Possessing and caressing me."
Emily took a long drag and let the smoke seep out between her parted lips. She passed the joint to John and sat back with a giggle. "Wow. Just wow."
"I told you!" Matthew said with a grin. "It's awesome, right?"
"Oh my God, my mom will kill me if she finds out!" Emily gasped.
"You aren't gonna tell her, so how's she gonna find out? Not like she'd ever come track you down or anything."
Emily giggled again and nodded. "Yeah, right. That'd be the day. Shhh, let's not talk about her anymore. It's killing my buzz." She said this last with the intense gravity she felt the phrase deserved, but a moment later all three of them were laughing hysterically.
"You're such a loser," John said, tossing a Cheeto at her.
She grinned. "Takes one to know one."
"Ooo, I'm injured."
"This shit makes me witty as fuck. We should do this more often," she said.
"You're such a loser."
9. "Angel," Everyday, Dave Matthews Band
"Why do I beg like a child for your candy?
Why do I come after you like I do?
I love you."
Aaron couldn't believe he was doing this stupid play. It was a musical and he had to wear a ridiculous hat. It had a feather. And he had to dance; he was a terrible dancer, and he hated doing anything he wasn't good at.
He should just quit. It wasn't like she'd really noticed him anyway, except to whisper to her friends and laugh whenever he walked by. They were probably making fun of the stupid hat. He actually didn't blame them for that.
No, he couldn't quit the play. As unsuited for the stage as he knew he was, Aaron Hotchner never started something he didn't finish. So he'd continue making an idiot of himself and hope maybe Haley Brooks noticed. In a good way.
He sighed. Ran both hands back through his dark hair. He should bite the bullet and talk to her. It was the only way to make this all worth it. In the careful, methodical way he had, he began to plan the encounter down to the last detail. It all culminated with him smoothly and suavely asking her out, and her saying yes.
It couldn't fail.
Hopefully.
10. "They're on to Me," Someone to Tell, Ari Hest
"Every step I am taking,
I feel I'm under attack."
He was tired of pretending. At first he'd been almost amused, watching them hold their collective breath as they waited for him to lose it again. He'd been determined to keep himself together this time, to do his job and not lose his…shit, for lack of a better term.
He hadn't lost it. He was still the same calm, analytical man he'd always been. He was doing this so he didn't lose it. He was tired, as he'd written, of pretending to love this job. The thrill of it had died in him, and he was afraid he might lose himself completely if he didn't get out soon.
It would be hardest on Spencer. He hoped the note would assuage some of the hurt and betrayal his young protégé would feel. He knew he should speak to him in person, but this was too huge. He was, he admitted to himself, too much the coward.
He sealed the envelope. Placed it on the desk beside his badge and weapon.
At the door he paused and stared at the little tableau for a moment. With one final shake of his head, he flipped the light switch and closed the door behind him for good.