wip meme part 1
mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">"So? Seriously - see him, the one standing by the fountain? Isn't he in our history mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">class?"
mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">"Maybe. So?" James looked longingly at the theater, the tickets clutched in his mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">hand. She plucked one of them free, the urge to make contact with the pretty young man she'd been sitting behind since the beginning of the semester heightened by her boyfriend's unwarranted irritation.
*2) mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:
"Times New Roman"">“I got a call last night,” Hotch opened the conversation with this mild comment. Reid looked up from his desk, a stack of files waiting for his attention and Elle looking over from her desk.
mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:
"Times New Roman"">“Yes?” He didn’t know what Hotch was getting at.
mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:
"Times New Roman"">“Eddy Mays has been receiving an experimental treatment for schizophrenia.”
*3) mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“I’ll walk you out,” Hotch told Reid, a hand on his shoulder
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Reid glanced at him, then gave a slight smile. (statistics on the safety of lighted parking lots, where they are, etc)
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“I’ll walk you out,” Hotch said again. Coming up behind him Gideon put in his two cents.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">*4) mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Matt got out of the hospital before John did.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">He finished filling out the paperwork and accepted the plastic bag with his things, the ones they’d taken off of him in the emergency room. He was still on crutches, so it was awkward.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">*5) John loved skiiing, and Scott loved John. Okay, so he liked skiing too, but he also liked to tease John that he only went because John wanted to; to prove his love. They tended to avoid the big celebrity hangouts, because Scott preffered that, which is what John teased him about. Every time they went skiing.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">“I could be in Vail right now, hobnobbing with Gwyneth Paltrow and Arnie,” John told Scott as they rode up the mountain in the ski lift. He wiggled his feet, the heavy skis dragging on them.
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major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">*6) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Tony gathered his clothes slowly and dressed in silence, his eyes anywhere but on his companion. He fished his wallet out of his jacket pocket and pulled out the correct number of bills. Briefly meeting the other man's eyes, he offered the money.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">The other man, presentable once more, took the money. "So..."
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“I’ll call," Tony said flatly.
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:
Arial">*7) color:#333333">“Scott? Scott, I’m home!”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#333333">Pushing through the bedroom door, hands laden with suitcases, John was keeping his eyes on the floor, hoping not to trip over anything. He’d left the dogs in Canada with Gavin while he snuck home for a quick visit during a filming break.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#333333">“I know it’s not really home, and you hate staying in a hotel, but you wanted this job -“
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#333333">*8) mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:
Arial">Xander opened the front door of the house he shared with his partners, Tony and Gibbs, aka Jethro - but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d called Gibbs that. It was ‘Guy’ when they were out in public, and usually ‘Boss’ when they were at home.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">He was home early; the geology professor had gotten an emergency phone call and cancelled the class. It was only the second day they’d met and Xander was disapointed. He’d been looking forward to identifying some rocks.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">He dropped his backpack on the bench in the foyer, reaching to tug off his shoes, lifting each leg in turn. He left his socks on - he’d never thought his feet were attractive, and they were even less so now, in his humble opinion.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* 9) Jack was hot. Well, Jack was always hot. But this was different. This was sweating in the underground hub in October and trying to ignore the pounding in his head.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;
mso-themecolor:text1">He had to sit, on the sofa in his office. Everyone else was busy somewhere else, and he was thankful for that.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;
mso-themecolor:text1">Even sitting was hard. He considered, and decided that lying down for a few minutes couldn't hurt anything. The team were busy, they wouldn't notice.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;
color:black;mso-themecolor:text1">*10) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-weight:
bold">It all started with the concert. Or the concert tickets, specifically.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-weight:
bold">Fred had been sitting at his desk, snarling at the phone in his hand, feeling more panicked by the moment, when Rupert walked in, his arms stacked with books, as they often were.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-weight:
bold">“Dammit!” Fred cursed as the books hit the fourth desk in the room. The four under-curators shared the room, which allowed them to conference quickly whenever needed.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;
mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">*11) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">George Haung’s first week of living with Elliot Stabler was the easiest start to a relationship he’d ever had. Mostly because Elliot, still recovering from the gunshot wound and various other kidnapping-related injuries, slept a lot and was otherwise undemanding. George brought him food and drinks, helped him to the bathroom the first couple of days and stood outside the door in case he fell, and sat on the sofa with him while Elliot watched sports and dozed off again. For his part George caught up on his journals and correspondence, read a few novels he’d been wanting to get to, and got to practice his cooking on a cheerfully undiscriminating palate.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">The first weekend was a bit tense, as Elliot wrestled with the decision whether to see his children or not.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">“I’m just staying here, Kathy. It’s really none of your business where I stay or why.”
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">*12) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“So…the Winchester brothers.”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“Yup.”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“Dean and Sam Winchester.”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“Guess so.”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“They don’t look so tough.”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“Well. You know what they say,” Spencer Reid, Doctor and FBI profiler, turned his head away from the two-way glass and glanced at the man beside him. “Looks can be deceiving.”
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">*13) In all his years, Jack had never felt such pain.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black">"No," he managed to gasp out. His chest was so tight.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black">"No. You're wrong."
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black">Owen looked at him sadly, his eyes far kinder than Jack was used to seeing. Beside him Gwen sniffled helplessly.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;
color:black">*14) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#1D1B11">“Who’s that?”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#1D1B11">“Who?”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#1D1B11">Brennan was her most frustrating when she was involved in something Booth didn’t understand. He understood *that*, though, and didn’t hold it against her, even if she was blowing him off to read some official-looking file that probably detailed a hundred and sixteen ways to die from a mosquito bite.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#1D1B11">*15) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">"Tell me why we're here again?"
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">The answering growl rumbled through the dark tunnel. A patch of shadow, gleaming faintly yellow on the wall, answered quietly.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">"You're only complaining because you're missing Monday Night Football."
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Wolverine snorted, which served to clean his nostrils and express his disgust. "Won't be much left of Hank's barbecue by the time we get back."
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">*16) major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">The room was getting dim. The pain was fading. The girl, dark-skinned, small and fragile-looking, lay still on the hospital bed. Nurses crowded around her, the two doctors shouted at them and at each other, but she heard none of it.
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mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">
major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">"Too small, she's too small, the baby's coming too fast!"
major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">
major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">"Get a crash cart!"
major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">The rest are in part 2. coments would make me happy.
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mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">
mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">"Maybe. So?" James looked longingly at the theater, the tickets clutched in his mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">hand. She plucked one of them free, the urge to make contact with the pretty young man she'd been sitting behind since the beginning of the semester heightened by her boyfriend's unwarranted irritation.
*2) mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:
"Times New Roman"">“I got a call last night,” Hotch opened the conversation with this mild comment. Reid looked up from his desk, a stack of files waiting for his attention and Elle looking over from her desk.
mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:
"Times New Roman"">“Yes?” He didn’t know what Hotch was getting at.
mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:
"Times New Roman"">“Eddy Mays has been receiving an experimental treatment for schizophrenia.”
*3) mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“I’ll walk you out,” Hotch told Reid, a hand on his shoulder
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Reid glanced at him, then gave a slight smile. (statistics on the safety of lighted parking lots, where they are, etc)
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“I’ll walk you out,” Hotch said again. Coming up behind him Gideon put in his two cents.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">*4) mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Matt got out of the hospital before John did.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">He finished filling out the paperwork and accepted the plastic bag with his things, the ones they’d taken off of him in the emergency room. He was still on crutches, so it was awkward.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">*5) John loved skiiing, and Scott loved John. Okay, so he liked skiing too, but he also liked to tease John that he only went because John wanted to; to prove his love. They tended to avoid the big celebrity hangouts, because Scott preffered that, which is what John teased him about. Every time they went skiing.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">“I could be in Vail right now, hobnobbing with Gwyneth Paltrow and Arnie,” John told Scott as they rode up the mountain in the ski lift. He wiggled his feet, the heavy skis dragging on them.
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:Calibri;mso-hansi-theme-font:
major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">*6) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">Tony gathered his clothes slowly and dressed in silence, his eyes anywhere but on his companion. He fished his wallet out of his jacket pocket and pulled out the correct number of bills. Briefly meeting the other man's eyes, he offered the money.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">The other man, presentable once more, took the money. "So..."
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“I’ll call," Tony said flatly.
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:
Arial">*7) color:#333333">“Scott? Scott, I’m home!”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#333333">Pushing through the bedroom door, hands laden with suitcases, John was keeping his eyes on the floor, hoping not to trip over anything. He’d left the dogs in Canada with Gavin while he snuck home for a quick visit during a filming break.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#333333">“I know it’s not really home, and you hate staying in a hotel, but you wanted this job -“
mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#333333">*8) mso-ascii-theme-font:major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:
Arial">Xander opened the front door of the house he shared with his partners, Tony and Gibbs, aka Jethro - but he couldn’t remember the last time he’d called Gibbs that. It was ‘Guy’ when they were out in public, and usually ‘Boss’ when they were at home.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">He was home early; the geology professor had gotten an emergency phone call and cancelled the class. It was only the second day they’d met and Xander was disapointed. He’d been looking forward to identifying some rocks.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">He dropped his backpack on the bench in the foyer, reaching to tug off his shoes, lifting each leg in turn. He left his socks on - he’d never thought his feet were attractive, and they were even less so now, in his humble opinion.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">* 9) Jack was hot. Well, Jack was always hot. But this was different. This was sweating in the underground hub in October and trying to ignore the pounding in his head.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;
mso-themecolor:text1">He had to sit, on the sofa in his office. Everyone else was busy somewhere else, and he was thankful for that.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black;
mso-themecolor:text1">Even sitting was hard. He considered, and decided that lying down for a few minutes couldn't hurt anything. The team were busy, they wouldn't notice.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;
color:black;mso-themecolor:text1">*10) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-weight:
bold">It all started with the concert. Or the concert tickets, specifically.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-weight:
bold">Fred had been sitting at his desk, snarling at the phone in his hand, feeling more panicked by the moment, when Rupert walked in, his arms stacked with books, as they often were.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;mso-bidi-font-weight:
bold">“Dammit!” Fred cursed as the books hit the fourth desk in the room. The four under-curators shared the room, which allowed them to conference quickly whenever needed.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia;
mso-bidi-font-weight:bold">*11) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">George Haung’s first week of living with Elliot Stabler was the easiest start to a relationship he’d ever had. Mostly because Elliot, still recovering from the gunshot wound and various other kidnapping-related injuries, slept a lot and was otherwise undemanding. George brought him food and drinks, helped him to the bathroom the first couple of days and stood outside the door in case he fell, and sat on the sofa with him while Elliot watched sports and dozed off again. For his part George caught up on his journals and correspondence, read a few novels he’d been wanting to get to, and got to practice his cooking on a cheerfully undiscriminating palate.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">The first weekend was a bit tense, as Elliot wrestled with the decision whether to see his children or not.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">“I’m just staying here, Kathy. It’s really none of your business where I stay or why.”
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">*12) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“So…the Winchester brothers.”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“Yup.”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“Dean and Sam Winchester.”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“Guess so.”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“They don’t look so tough.”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">“Well. You know what they say,” Spencer Reid, Doctor and FBI profiler, turned his head away from the two-way glass and glanced at the man beside him. “Looks can be deceiving.”
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">*13) In all his years, Jack had never felt such pain.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black">"No," he managed to gasp out. His chest was so tight.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black">"No. You're wrong."
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:black">Owen looked at him sadly, his eyes far kinder than Jack was used to seeing. Beside him Gwen sniffled helplessly.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;
color:black">*14) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#1D1B11">“Who’s that?”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#1D1B11">“Who?”
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#1D1B11">Brennan was her most frustrating when she was involved in something Booth didn’t understand. He understood *that*, though, and didn’t hold it against her, even if she was blowing him off to read some official-looking file that probably detailed a hundred and sixteen ways to die from a mosquito bite.
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;color:#1D1B11">*15) mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">"Tell me why we're here again?"
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">The answering growl rumbled through the dark tunnel. A patch of shadow, gleaming faintly yellow on the wall, answered quietly.
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">"You're only complaining because you're missing Monday Night Football."
mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">Wolverine snorted, which served to clean his nostrils and express his disgust. "Won't be much left of Hank's barbecue by the time we get back."
major-latin;mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin">*16) major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">The room was getting dim. The pain was fading. The girl, dark-skinned, small and fragile-looking, lay still on the hospital bed. Nurses crowded around her, the two doctors shouted at them and at each other, but she heard none of it.
major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">
major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">"Too small, she's too small, the baby's coming too fast!"
major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">
major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">"Get a crash cart!"
major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">The rest are in part 2. coments would make me happy.
major-latin;mso-fareast-font-family:"MS Mincho";mso-hansi-theme-font:major-latin;
mso-bidi-font-family:Arial">