Well. Hello and welcome to part 3 of the Evans/BAU universe. It might be an advantage to know 'New boss, new luck' and 'Deep South'. But here we go. Let me introduce some persons to you. (In case, you don´t know part 1 & 2, but wanna join in)
Rosslyn Hotcher - Section Chief and Hotch´s new wife. They´re looking forward to have twins.
Isabelle 'Billie' Baines - Rosslyn´s 15-year old daughter. Very happy to have a cute brother in Jack and a loving step father in Hotch.
Ethan Ford - Billie´s boyfriend. Well liked by the Hotchner parent´s but carrying a dark, painful secret.
Florence Evans - Rose´s younger sister. Always in trouble and in love with Spencer Reid.
Corinne 'Rinna' Evans - Rose´s youngest sister. According to Derek Morgan a cold-hearted witch. She is about to get married to...
Liam MacGregor - Scotsman. Owner of a whiskey distillery and Corinne´s fiance.
Dr. Wilhelmina 'Bruce' Willis - Rose´s gynecologist and the future Mrs. Rossi.
Charles and Marie Evans - Parents of Rose, Flo and Rinna. Marie is French and Charles second wife, Roses step mother. Eleanor Evans died in a car accident, when Rose was in Jack´s age.
And finally, Eddie Temple - Lawyer. An old friend of Hotch and truly, madly, deeply in love with Emily Prentiss.
So let´s get started. Hope you´ll join me and have some fun. (I definitely had, writing it.) English isn´t my native language, so I might kill the grammar sometimes. Sorry for that.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing from CM belongs to me. I don´t earn any money with this story, it´s written just for fun.
Some comments would be nice, so please r & r. Thanks.
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Chapter one: The Invitation
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"Have you all got one? " Derek Morgan asked in the small kitchenette of the BAU and Garcia waved her wedding invitation.
"Even I ! Finally I get to know the rest of the family. And Derek, Scotland. Men in kilts. Are they really wearing nothing underneath, Reid?" Garcia stepped jittery from one leg to the other.
" 78 % of Scottish men are very traditional when it comes to wearing a kilt. And they actually are...um...wearing no underwear.", Reid said.
"You won´t see me in stuff like that", Morgan growled and Garcia laughed out loud.
"But you´ve got taut calves, you probably look sexy in it." Rosslyn came into the kitchenette, to brew some tea.
"There is only one guy, you gotta find sexy. Your own, Chief." Morgan turned around and left.
"Did I say something wrong? Why is Morgan so...may I say sensitive?", Rose asked.
"It´s the the quick wedding, I think," Garcia said. "Corinne is quite in a hurry."
"Yes, but just because of me" Rose explained. "This is the last flight I can make before I´ll have the babies. And I can´t leave them alone, when they´re born or take them with me. They´re too little."
Spencer nodded in agreement, "Doctors consider flying until the 7th month as harmless. Statistically... this is actually not so important," Reid interrupted himself. For him, the only important thing was, he´d see Florence again. They had a lot of phone contact, the last couple of months and Flo taught him, even telephone contact had quite its appeal. Spencer blushed at the thought.
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"So you really don´t want to join us on the wedding? " Hotch wanted to know from Dave.
"I would like to," he grinned, " but I've promised Bruce, I´m completely her´s, the next days off. And, thanks again to Billie, for the house."
"It´s okay for her, Dave. Finally you gave us shelter for almost two months."
Rossi sighed silently in his thoughts. Jack had converted his living room into a playground paradise, Billie had occupied his whirlpool constantly and Rose and Hotch were, well, very much in love and correspondingly often busy with ' adult things ', as Jack called it.
The Hotchners finally moved into their new home, a few days ago. Thanks to Eddie Temple, Hotch thought. He was still not sure, how Quick Eddie had convinced the Archbishop to sell this house, but it was surely a gift from God. Hotch was more than glad, the search was over. Looking for an appropriate house with Rosslyn was pure horror. She insisted on at least ten rooms, but houses like that were hardly sold in DC.
The vacation home in Aspen was one of the few things, Richard Baines left it to his daughter. No one from the Evans family was interested in skiing and so Billie sold the house to Rossi, for a friendship price. The proceeds went to Sue Ellen Fillmore, since her mother went to prison for murdering Richard Baines, Roses ex-husband and Billie´s father, Sue Ellen stood there all alone and Billie wanted at least to secure her a good education.
"Prentiss also doesn´t come, she wants to visit a 'friend' in Atlanta", Hotch laughed, despite the fact, everyone in the team already knew, Prentiss was romantically involved with Eddie Temple, Emily denied still steadfast. In Hotch´s opinion, they were the perfect couple. Rose thought the same.
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Derek went to the gym, changed clothes and looked for a victim. "Hey Fraser! What about some sparring?"
Nigel Fraser was stunned. That was the famous Derek Morgan and he knew his name? Fraser spontaneously agreed. He just left the Academy and tried, to make a good impression.
Derek nodded, would be easy. Fraser was a tall, skinny guy, no problem at all.
When Derek found Corinne´s invitation in his mailbox, he simply had no words. How could she be so cold-hearted and invite him? Obviously, he really was nothing more than a nice pastime for her, a replaceable bed companion. Morgan was mad at himself, about the thoughts of her. She was an impossible person and she seemed to dominate him even from a distance. Morgan tried to distract himself with some one-night-stands, but the girls bored him to death. Damn bitch, he thought, then it suddenly got dark.
"Oh holy sh..., Agent Morgan?" Agent Fraser was shocked, he actually knocked out Derek Morgan. Fraser was stunned, again. Morgan dropped his defense and Fraser hit the 'bull's-eye'. He patted Derek's cheek, "Agent Morgan, please!" Fraser wondered if this would show up in his service records, Academy Graduate knocks out experienced SSA on his first day. Great, this would certainly open up a lot of doors for him, he thought ironically. Derek blinked and Fraser felt relieved. "Are you all right? I´m so sorry, but you dropped your defense."
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"The freshman really knocked him out? " Rose hardly held her laughter.
"I 'm sure, it wasn´t funny for Morgan," Hotch grinned and handed Rose the dishes for the showcase in the dining room. Slowly the chaos of moving boxes got better. Rose was right with her assumption, Aaron and the kids loved the house immediately. Jack was running like crazy through the garden and wanted to have a dog, because there was sooo much space now.
Billie was happy, too. She now had her converted attic, even a ballet barre and a giant mirror had found a place in there, a gift from Hotch. Rose loved the combination of living and dining room, only separated by two large double doors with stained glass inserts. Hotch was excited about the study, it resembled the library at Roses parents. On the first floor were two guest rooms, three rooms for the children and of course Rose and Aaron 's bedroom.
"We're done with Jack´s room," Billie said. She was accompanied by her new boyfriend, Ethan. Billie and Ethan visited the same ballet school, Ethan liked Billie from the beginning, but found it difficult to convince her, he wasn´t an idiot like Kevin. Aaron and Rose loved and trusted the quiet and restrained Ethan.
" Would you like to stay for dinner? " Rose asked, "it´s gonna be something quick from the wok, if you like Chinese food."
Ethan nodded enthusiastically, "I´d love to stay, ma'am."
"I can do the cooking," Hotch offered and Rose startled almost imperceptibly. "Uh, no sweetheart, there are still some boxes to be emptied. Why don´t you take care of them with Ethan and Billie and I take care of the food?"
Billie chuckled, Hotch was thrilled with cooking, but they always had to call the delivery service, when he did.
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Derek lay on his couch in the living room. He had a pack of frozen peas on his face, when the doorbell rang.
Reid was standing in front of his door, armed with a six-pack and two boxes of pizza. "I thought you´d need a little cheer up," he said, grinning. Morgan mentally rolled his eyes, actually, Reid grinned like a Cheshire cat, since that cursed invitation arrived.
"You´re going to let me in? "
Morgan stepped aside, " but you´ll have to drink beer too, wasn´t shopping, lately."
" Oh, never mind, one beer won´t kill me." Reid purred and patted Morgan´s shoulder. Morgan was thinking about shooting him, for a moment. Spencer was in such a horrible good mood, I definitely shoot him, if he starts dancing his name, Derek thought grimly.
"You talk about Rinna, sometimes? When you´re talking to Flo, I mean." Morgan asked casually while eating.
"Well, sometimes," Reid replied. "Florence says, Liam is a boring, stiff-assed British teapot. Unable to hold a candle to her, that were exactly her words."
Derek nodded. This was all, he needed to hear. Corinne wasn´t going to marry Liam MacGregor, not in a thousand years. I´m gonna drag her out of that damn church myself, Derek thought.
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" Oh, please, Webbster, not again. Don´t you ever get bored?" Superintendent Fitz- Morris frowned, every two years Webbster popped up with that serial killer rubbish. It was time again. Right before Halloween, Webbster came up with this bog bodies story, asking for men, Fitz-Morris did not have to hunt a serial killer that did not exist.
People disappeared in the moor, they did for a long time. Because the moor was dangerous and the people were stupid, that´s all. Webbster either spent too much time in the pub or, even worse, was watching too much dull American crime series.
" Superintendent Fitz-Morris, please. Girls go missing in the moor. Why can´t you open your eyes? He catches one, every two years, over the last ten years. We´ll find another body soon and another girl will be missing, you ignoramus!"
Webbster was annoyed by his boss, everything Fitz-Morris did, was crawling into the Chief Super´s butt, adorning himself with borrowed plumes.
"I've heard you loud and clear, DI Webbster. You better hold your tongue, or you´ll end up controlling the traffic. Did I make myself clear?"
"Almost crystal." Angus Webbster replied.
To Fitz-Morris this sounded like 'kiss my butt'.