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posted by Celina79

Written par dancerindisguise on fanfiction.net.

I think politics makes people distrustful.

Emily Prentiss was ten years, nine months and twenty-seven days old. She wasn’t blind, she wasn’t deaf and she most certainly was not stupid. She could tell what was happening, even if she hadn’t already heard from the majority of the staff and her mother’s mindless dîner party guests who very often forgot that she understood what they were saying, a fact that her mother often attempted to take advantage of. Ambassador Prentiss was back in the States in between assignments after a particularly demanding...

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Use Somebody (One Shoot)

posted by CathCuddy

Hey everyone, so I understand that most of toi never read a fanfic of CM, so I thought that I could post one ou two here ;) I could give toi the liens but I think that lire here is so much fun. Anyway I DID NOT wrote this, Mr Super Czar on FanFiction.net did. I hope toi like it.

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I've been roaming around
Always looking down at all I see
Painted faces, fill the places I can’t reach

The neon danced lightly across her skin as she walked slowly down the moonlight street. People with names and faces she didn’t know ou recognize passed her par without...

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Emily Prentiss citations <3

posted by girly_girl

Prentiss: All of these killings… the work of just one man?
Gideon: Most prolific serial killer ever.
Prentiss: These wind chimes are made of bone. I think it's human rib bones.
Prentiss: [watching morgan dance between two women] Hey, Morgan, be careful. The one in the back could steal your wallet!
Morgan: That's all right; I'll be a broke, happy man!
Hotchner: [construction work in the background] What's that?
JJ: [with mouth full] One of the detectives' wives made us cookies.
Emily: Wow, homemade cookies!?
JJ: Yeah I guess that's what they mean par 'southern hospitality'.
Reid: What are you...

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Just Like toi

posted by Celina79

Written par Hidge.
Story: What could have happened if Prentiss had carried her baby to term but decided to give her up for adoption. 23 years later, her daughter is determined to get some answers.

Just like you

“Abby, I don’t get it,” Darryl stated quietly as he sat up in lit and watched his fiancé fret.

“What’s not to get Darryl? I want to know who my birth parents are,” she replied, annoyed par his reaction.

“But why now?” He asked in confusion. Abby hardly ever brought up the fact that she was adopted.

“Because we’re getting married in three months and I don’t know where I...

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Baptism par Blood- Fanfic

posted by Celina79

A Fanfic written par triciabyrne1978 on brewster_a_week on livejournal.com.
Spoilers for Demonology!

Emily wipes the blood from her nose and stares up at the church before her. This is the closest she's come to a church -- on her own when it wasn't Christmas ou Easter -- in years. She's hardly a devout Catholic anymore. She considers herself plus a woman of faith -- in what though, she's sometimes unsure.

Her feet slowly climb the steps, and she almost has to laugh at the irony of how royally fucked up this entire situation is. In large part, a priest jouer la comédie like an asshole twenty years il y a drove...

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Watching the Time

posted by Celina79

Written par Auraya-of-the-White.

Watching the Time

Emily brushed a strand of dark hair aside with the back of her hand. She rested her arms on her legs, leaning vers l'avant, vers l’avant in the hard, plastic chair. She stared intently at the prone man before her. His face displayed a false sense of calm, the tightly gripped lit sheet in his left hand revealing his inner turmoil.

Emily sighed lightly, careful not to wake the slumbering Hotch. Anyone who had been stabbed nine times would need their rest. She shook her head in disbelief, nine times! Foyet had precisely put Hotch through the same wounds he had self-inflicted...

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Punk'd - funny fanfic :)

posted by Celina79

A funny Emily oneshot written par caramel Tart on fanfiction.net.
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The team stopped shocked watching as an unknown woman had started to crazily hit Emily with her super sized handbag, the woman did look a little familiar to Aaron though he could not place her. They were on a case and had had to put Emily in an undercover role just to catch their UnSub; he liked call girls, tall, brunette, brown-eyed call girls. Emily fit the bill perfectly, a little too perfectly if toi asked Special Agent David Rossi, but it wasn’t like he could really protest...

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Her Boys

posted by Celina79

A Valentines Story.
Written par lovingmylife.

Emily honestly did not dislike Valentine’s Day. She actually enjoyed it; she being a bit of a hopeless romantic at heart. The jour usually put those around her in good spirits, spreading l’amour and joy and friendship. And the chocolat was also a plus.

There were those who vélomoteur, cyclomoteur on Valentine’s Day; complaining about their lack of significant other. Emily always refused to let her lack of a boyfriend ruin her jour though. She would gather her other single Friends and they would go for a night out on the town.

But Emily wasn’t walking around with rose...

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Out with the Guys

posted by Celina79

Written par Sehrezad on fanfiction.net

Out with the Guys

Emily wakes up with a start and winces as she feels the sun burning her face. Her head is pounding like hell and she is feeling as if she had eaten a handful of dirt. Something is off. She can remember that her bedroom’s facing West and not East and yet her vision is a bright orange as she is lying facing the already burning sun in her... Wait… Where the hell? Because her lit is definitely plus comfortable than where she is lying at the moment. And why is there herbe in her bed? She suddenly feels nervous but then she remembers… she...

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Dangerous

posted by Celina79

Written par celticgina.
Emily thinking about a certain person.:)

As she stared out the window of the jet, Emily Prentiss was not focusing on the stars ou the twinkling lights of civilizations that rushed past below. She was tying to think of a word. Considering her considerable linguistic skills, it was unusual that one would elude her. But this subject matter was not easily defined. She knew if she turned her head, she would see him. But every aspect of his face was already burned into her being. Her head came up slightly as she figured it out.

Dangerous.

Aaron Hotchner was dangerous. He was a...

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Journey accueil

posted by Celina79

Journey Home

I grew up lonely,
Trusting myself only.
I kept my thoughts hidden,
Feelings were forbidden.

I traveled many places,
Met with different faces.
All I wanted was to belong,
Always feeling I did something wrong.

I’ve fought my way,
Now I’m here to stay.
I found my friends, family and home.
No longer need I feel alone.

We fight to purge this earth of evil,
When man turns to most primeval.
Killers we hunt, catch and put away,
Though never enough, though, if I get my say.

As a team we’re complete,
And not only par being elite.
I’ve learned to take this to heart,
Nothing will tear my family apart.

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Tables Turned

posted by Celina79

Written par editor frog on fanfiction.net
There was only this part, if she mises à jour more, I will post them here as well. :)

No way.”

“There’s no one else.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I couldn’t be plus serious if I told toi that the fate of the free world depended on this—which, incidentally, it kinda does.”

“Emily, come on. I take it back.”

The agent smiled an impish sort of grin. “Not so funny now, is it?”

“Come on.”

“Oh, quit complaining. You’ll have company. Look, there he comes.”

“This is ridiculous.”

Emily stood in front of her colleague, passively checking...

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Never Good

posted by Celina79

Written par redsneakers.
It took scenes from Children of the Dark (3x04).

Never Good

As I help the little girl out of the car, reassuring her that everything is going to be okay, I notice that morgan is talking to the boy. I can’t hear what he is saying but I think I know, as soon as I see him handing Tyler his name card. It is nice of him – and I know it means a lot for the boy, too. At least now he has something – ou someone – to turn to.

I watch as they walk into the house, I don’t want to let them go. “This sucks,” I mutter to Morgan, as I see a glimpse of another boy from the...