Mitchell felt exhausted. He liked it ( Read more... )

The Hub. Late for the serious drinkers, early for the night crowd looking to relax, but either way Robin's already been drinking for hours that afternoon on his own. In fact, he'd been so drunk when he'd walked into the Hub that he'd stumbled into a stool and simply put his head down on the surface of the bar for a good fifteen minutes, breathing ( Read more... )

He had to learn to all but learn to run again after Foyet. He'd healed better than he should have done, the scars neat and tight, but his body had felt the strain of them and he'd had to get used to being himself again and all of that under the weight of knowing that it was going to be a long time before he got to see Haley and Jack again. Haley ( Read more... )

With the sun's last rays dwindling in the sky and all manner of friend and volunteer being so wonderfully helpful, Jane believed that New Pemberley was well-equipped for the evening's festivities. She had the loveliest of help from her friends who only deserved the most effusive words of praise for their tasks in helping with chairs, tables, and ( Read more... )

OFten, lately, Lily has thought that it might be useful to sprout an extra pair of hands. Eddie's brilliant, and Jim's ever-present, but, inevitably, there comes a point where the guys are both doing the things that they need to get done on a daily basis, and Lil's got Dill and Emmy on her own. Today, they're doing laundry ( Read more... )

There were locks of hair littering the bathroom sink several feet away, scissors in Chase's hand, and a slight look of panic on his face. He wasn't a child anymore, yet he seemed to be pretty adamant about doing sudden whim-of-the-moment things and at the current moment, there was a patch of short hair on his head to make a testament to his snap ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

It's been a difficult week. She's brought one child into the world and lost another, and today's the first day that she's felt good being out of the hut. She doesn't go far, just to the swing seat in the Hamlet, with the loose fabric of her skirt blowing around her ankles and her baby, her new baby, cradled against her shoulder.

Here he is, ( Read more... )

The box sat in the middle of the basement rec room, her name scrawled across the side in black ink. She stood, warily hovering in the doorway, while her son toddled forward, walking a slow circle around the box and patting at it tentatively with his tiny fists.

"Get away from there," she murmured, holding out her hand and offering a faint smile ( Read more... )

Most days, he loses track of how far he walks. His days have few features; he talks to Reid and Morgan, he eats with Pepper or drinks coffee but, mostly, he's with Martha. Even though she's just a puppy, she's already a sizeable dog and she bounds along the boardwalk. Hotch has no idea of how far he's walked, but, today, he's doing it under the ( Read more... )