Disclaimer: I own neither Doctor Who, or Criminal Minds.
Hello all y'all amazing people! Y'all are all special, and unique, never forget it! And you are all my Amazing Lovelies!
To my reviewers, and followers, may I introduce, the next story! For those of you who don't know: I have received a challenge. it contains multiple scenarios of library fix-its involving CM and DW, and the evolution is up to me. I intend to turn each base into a multi chapter story. I will update as often as possible, enjoy! I would love constructive criticism, if you don't mind. OH! And The Doctor is Reid and Reid is him, so he shall be referred to as Reid. -Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free
PS: Poem is 'Once They All Believed in Dragons' by Jack Prelutsky. I heard it read by Matt Smith, and it was molto bene!
RPOV:
I was absolutely miserable.
This was just supposed to be a teaching seminar. Then we could all go home, and I could curl up with a good book and wait. That was actually getting rather commonplace for me. I was slowly but surely becoming domestic. That used to scare me to death, but now it was… comfortable. I actually liked it.
So instead of curling up in my hotel room, Gideon dragged me to the gallery my high school… acquaintance had invited me to. Then I was ambushed by some blonde girl, which only reminded me of a head full of wild blond curls, which sent my mind reeling in all different directions, leaving me floundering in one of my most awkward conversation attempts.
It sucked.
And then of course, on our way home, we end up catching a case. Involving the blond. Lila Archer. So of course I get stuck with baby-sitting. Because she likes me.
Just when I'm about to take her to house, my phone rings, so Morgan steps to her side as I step slightly away. "Hello, this is Reid."
"Oh, I know exactly who it is, Sweetie."
"River! Oh, Rassilon! I can't believe I forgot about our Skype date this morning!"
"That's ok, I forgot it as well. I was a bit busy."
"Doing what?" I asked curiously, leaning against the SUV, ignoring the team's stares.
"Oh, you know, boarding a plane for LA. The last week of the trip was scheduled to be seminars, remember?" She laughed at me, and I smiled. "Honestly Honey, I had forgotten. But hey, I have to stay in LA for a little while longer, so, that works out doesn't it?"
"Indeed it does. I'll be there tonight. Should I get a taxi?"
"Yes. Unfortunately, I'm playing bodyguard. I'm going to assume you're on layover, and not breaking all the airline rules," I said in a playfully stern voice, causing her to chuckle.
"Well, you would be right, but you and I both know I would've, Sweetie. Where should I meet you?"
"Um, hold on," I covered the phone while I asked Lila where she lived. She seemed kind of stunned when she replied. I rattled it off to River.
"Alright Sweetie, kiss kiss." She hung up and I turned to the team. "Right then! Let's get going!"
I ushered Lila to the SUV. The team just stared at me in shock as I hummed happily. I knew that JJ would insist on driving, so I slid into the passenger seat patiently. JJ slid into the driver's seat.
"Reid. What was that all about?" I was confused for a moment, until I realized they had no idea about River, and that conversation would've piqued their curiosity. I simply shrugged.
"It's complicated. But, I'll explain it either tonight or tomorrow. I promise," I said as she sighed and started driving. It wasn't long before we pulled up in front of Lila's house. We quickly ushered her inside, and JJ promised to get me coffee whenever I asked. That made it all seem a little better, along with the promise of seeing River by tonight. However the day passed in absolute boredom, until Lila insisted she had to go out and do a couple of things.
I had to sit outside the door while she met with her agent, and I couldn't read, because I could easily get lost in the pages. It wouldn't really distract me, but they didn't need to know that. There were a couple of kids, and it was obvious that they were bored out of their minds. They didn't even have anything to occupy them. So I decided to fix that.
"Hey, what are your names?"
"We're not supposed to talk to strangers."
"That's good. But I'm FBI, see?" I showed them my badge. "I wanted to know if you wanted to hear something cool."
They scrutinized it for a moment, before smiling. "I'm Tara, that's Joey, and that's Caleb. I want to hear something cool! Is it a story?"
"Not quite. It's a poem. It's called 'Once They All Believed in Dragons.'"
They nodded eagerly. I stood up and stretched, so I could move around more easily to emphasize the poem.
"Once they all believed in dragons
When the world was fresh and young,
We were woven into legends,
Tales were told and songs were sung,
We were treated with obeisance,
We were honored, we were feared,
Then one day they stopped believing-
On that day, we disappeared.
Now they say our time is over,
Now they say we've lived our last,
Now we're treated with derision
Where once we ruled unsurpassed.
We must make them all remember,
In some way we must reveal
That our spirit lives forever-
We are dragons! We are real!"
I bowed deeply, to their cheerful giggles, and when I straightened up, I heard applause behind me. I turned to see Lila and her agent standing there. Lila was attempting to give me a flirty smile, but it had no effect whatsoever. He simply bade everyone farewell and dragged her out to the car. He did allow her to swing through the drive-through for dinner, and knew that River would turn up with his favorite Starbucks drink. Butterbeer on the secret menu, who knew?
But of course, Lila just had to go swimming, and pulled me in with her. No sooner than she did, the team arrived, and not thirty seconds behind them, River pulled up. River was nearly at the pool when Lila practically tackled me in the pool, stopping my attempt to get out, and kissed me. I shoved her off as quickly as I could, and quickly got out of the pool, hearing the rapid click of heels on cement. I knew Lila was about to have her butt kicked.
I didn't care.
RPOV:
A few minutes after I hung up, they called for us to board the plane, and I sighed. A four hour flight, and then I could see my husband again. I entertained myself through the flight, and the ensuing taxi ride by imagining different dates my husband and I could go on when he was free.
However, as I retrieved my luggage from the taxi, I saw something that made my blood boil. Some blond hussy was practically molesting my husband, pressing herself all over him. I dropped my bags in the doorway and hurried through the house just as he managed to escape her. She clambered out of the pool after him, reaching for him again, but I smoothly stepped between her and my bedraggled husband, livid and glaring.
"Who. Are. You?" I demanded. She sneered at me, taking in my strappy gold heels, and my simple, off-the-shoulder, knee-length, violet dress, perfectly done bun, and simple make-up.
"Why, I'm his girlfriend, obviously. Who are you? Jealous lover? Hooker?"
I laughed, a cold, humorless laugh. "I'm. his. Wife. Come near my husband again with the intent to pursue him, and I will end you."
With that, I turned and stepped into my husband's waiting arms, ignoring his soaked apparel, and kissed him soundly. This one he returned enthusiastically.
It was ruined, however, by a shriek of rage, and the hussy tearing at our arms. We separated to glare at her, and she shoved me in the chest, sending me tumbling into the pool.
I panicked.
Ever since Utah, I had been deathly afraid of water. He had been helping me through it, but even now, I can't stand getting wet unless it was my choice. And being shoved into the ten-foot deep end of a pool?
I panicked.
For one terrified moment, I struggled underwater, having inhaled a lungful due to the rapid, unexpected encounter with the pool. He immediately dove in after me, grabbing me and hauling me to the surface when my mind shorted out on the 'swim' command. He held me close and swam to the side where another man pulled me up. He quickly followed, and hugged me as I coughed and sputtered, and devolved into crying against his chest.
He pressed a kiss to my hair, gesturing to someone behind my back, and a moment later a thick suit coat was draped over my shoulders, and he murmured reassurances to me until I was calm enough for him to help me to my feet. He wrapped an arm tightly around my waist, and turned to the hussy.
"Rest assured, Miss Archer, once this case is over, I will be pressing assault charges against you, and I've half a mind to add molestation to that for your unwanted physical contact and sexual advances." I could hear the sneer, the fury in his voice as he addressed her. The cool water combined with the brisk night air had reduced me to shivering at his side, despite the heat rolling off him.
"You don't mean that," she said in a coy voice, batting her eyes, stepping toward him. He simply swiped her groping hands away.
"Yes, I do. Hotch, have someone else babysit Miss Archer. I refuse. I'm taking River back to the hotel, and I am removing myself from the case." He started to guide me away.
"Wait Sweetie, I have to return this," I said, gesturing to the jacket. An older man stepped forward, taking it then holding it out.
"Keep it for tonight, you need it more than I do," he insisted, helping me into it. As I slid my arms into the sleeves, he smiled at me, and I smiled back.
"Thank you."
"Don't mention it."
AN: Hope you don't hate it. I love you all! And as always: Talk to me, critique me, ask me questions, I shall always reply, when I can. -RebelUp. -your friendly neighborhood renegade.