Bits and Pieces

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A/N: Hey, everyone! Here's the next chapter, sorry it's a little short… some of them will be that way, but I'll try to make up for it by updating frequently. Speaking of which, thank you to everyone who put this on their alerts and favorites!

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Prompt courtesy of: staring out on Livejournal
Title: Pockets
Characters/Pairing: JJ/Reid
Genre: Romance
Rating: K
Summary: Romance makes everything magical- even your pockets.

#2: Imagine a coat. Imagine the pocket of that coat. Write about what's inside the pocket.

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The December wind blew around two figures walking down the street; both slim and huddled against the gusts, one much taller than the other. The wind bit at the hands of the taller one, the man, whose gloves had been misplaced. Chapped hands slid into the deep pockets of a worn wool coat.

There it found various things that could only be referred to as pocket junk. A pen, a piece of gum, a candy wrapper and, for some reason the owner of the pocket cannot discern, a small handful of sand in both sides. Were the temperature more forgiving, the wearer of the coat probably would have pulled a pinch of the sand out to inspect. However, it was not and the hands remained in their sandy refuge.

The wind whispered around the shorter figure, the woman, but her hands were safely encased in warm gloves. She'd had the fortune of locating them before she left with the man. She brushed some of her blonde hair out of her face with her glove-clad fingers and watched the man shove his hands a little deeper into his pockets.

Slowly, she plucked at the fingers of one of her leather gloves and then pulled the whole thing off. She tucked it into her own pocket- free of junk, one might note. Her soft hand slipped into the man's pocket.

There it found pocket junk, sand, for some reason neither the woman nor the man could begin to speculate about, and a hand. A large, wind-chapped, strong hand. The smaller, softer hand wrapped around the larger hand as much as possible and interlocked fingers with it. The man, surprised by the sudden appearance of an extra hand in his pocket, paused mid-stride on the sidewalk. The woman, being the owner of the extra hand, walked on, her hand still in the man's pocket. With no other choice, the man began to walk again, leaning into the woman slightly and squeezing the surprise hand. The woman smiled and squeezed back. They walked on with a pocket full of wrappers, one pen, a small amount of sand, and two warm hands.

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A/N: Isn't it weird when you find sand in the pockets of your winter coats? I have no idea how it gets there, but it's sneaky stuff.

Until next time, my fellow JJ/Reid-readers!