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SSA Derek Morgan - Criminal Minds - that bartype place thing

Jun 25, 2009 00:31

Morgan was beat. He unlocked the door to his home, hoping that his neighbor had already walked Clooney for the night as much as he'd missed his dog. His readybag was dropped next to the door and he stumbled in for a few steps before hitting... a chair ( Read more... )

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bau_woobie June 25 2009, 04:43:28 UTC

That familiar voice was all it took to attract Reid's attention.

A quick assessment showed that he looked right, but Reid knew that in this place, appearances could be deceiving. Still, he decided it was worth the risk.

"Morgan?" he called.

bau_beefcake June 25 2009, 04:45:00 UTC

"Reid?" came the immediate reply. This was Weird and Reid was here.

Why wasn't he surprised? Well, more surprised, because he was definitely surprised.

bau_woobie June 25 2009, 04:47:35 UTC

A wave of relief flowed over him like water, and it showed on his face.

"Yep. That's me," he replied, waving Morgan over.

bau_beefcake June 25 2009, 04:48:56 UTC

"Who else was it gonna be?" he asked, leaning back to grab his bag before heading for Reid.

"Reid, what's going on? Why is there a bar in my house?"

...not that it wasn't a bad idea, of course.

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seesthepath June 25 2009, 15:51:25 UTC

"Y' firs' time in tha bar?"

Comes the query from a tiny--and we mean tiny, she's barely over five feet--pale girl on a chair not far from where Derek's standing. She's setting out a simple spread of cards, that upon closer inspection reveal themselves to be tarot, brailled at the top and bottom.

She had a habit of listening for the confused voices that usually signified first-timers. "Y' migh' wanna sit down, Mistah."

bau_beefcake June 25 2009, 15:56:27 UTC

Morgan was a profiler. It was sad to say, but he'd seen tarot cards on top of or next to dead bodies more often than he'd seen them in a spread. He knew it was stupid, but it made him even more wary.

"Uh, yeah. This one, anyway. Don't think I want to sit down just yet, though."

seesthepath June 25 2009, 16:12:55 UTC

"Suit y'self, Mistah, but mind y' don' tread onna rat, thy don' take t' that real nice," she says, turning her head just a few degrees toward him, staring blankly ahead. The set was enlightening, as showed on her face when she reached the last of the three cards, but she shuffled them back in with a still thoughtful look.

"Ah've heard this 's tha bar at tha end o' tha universe...cain' say Ah really b'lieve it, but we ain' got noplace like this in N'Awlens."

bau_beefcake June 25 2009, 16:16:17 UTC

"New Orleans? Is that where I am?"

No, that hadn't been what she'd said, but he was trying to figure out how this could work. Had someone grabbed him on the way home? Had he been drugged? Was he suffering some kind of stress-based, flashback delusion? Maybe head trauma from some piece of shrapnel he hadn't even felt.

"Did you just say 'rat'?"

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