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 chapter! 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. -Fly On, Fly Strong, Fly Forever, Fly High, Fight Hard, Live Free
Previously:
When the speech was over, they retired to Sexy, so as to Skype their professional. Derek Hough answered quickly. His first impression was how the heck did him get her? He quickly shrugged it off and sized them up. They were in excellent shape. "Hello you guys, I'm Derek Hough. And I'm your coach. Your first dance is the tango, and you'll be dancing to 'Please Don't Stop The Music' by Rihanna."
CH:7
Soon music was pouring into the old girl's speakers as they goofed off. Derek was getting annoyed quickly, due to their apparent ability to actually take it seriously. "Can we please get some work done?"
They straighten up and face the camera. "You mean we're not?" River batted her eyes innocently. Reid sighed.
"Don't be mean Honey. And we'll set to work immediately."
"Alright, show me what you can do first." After one run through with the song, Derek was stunned. It took a moment for his voice to come back.
"Ok. You two can dance. You're good with rhythm, and you have a grasp of the dance. Now that I know that, I can do that much more. I'm going to take tonight to start working the routine, and I'll-"
"PROFESSOR! We need your help!" Anita's voice echoed back to them.
"That sounds great, sorry, I've to go. I'll be back in a few Sweetie." She kissed his cheek and hurried out.
"Dude. You are the luckiest man alive."
"I know."
Once river was outside, she was escorted over to a small group of shame faced students.
"What's going on here?" She placed her hands on her hips, discreetly smoothing down her rumpled tank top, and affected a stern look. They looked down and dug their toes in the dirt. She raised a brow at Anita.
"This lot here decided they'd have a party." She passed over a bag that clinked in a telling way.
"Ah. So it's you eight."
"Excuse me, ma'am, but us eight what?"
"It's you eight out of sixty kids who think you know it all, that you're the best, you're untouchable,"
"So what. It's true. You can't teach us anything. You're just a washed up has been. Why else would you be here?"
"Listen here you-"
"Anita." At River's warning tone she cut herself off. "I'm going to tell you something, little boy. I am the foremost figure in my field. I have published a great amount of literature. I still go on several digs a year and you have studied my work in school. If I am a 'washed up has been' then you are a never will be. Because here's a little dose of reality: you, are a child. You will have superiors, people in a position of authority over you how will say jump, and expect you to jump.
"They are going to tell you what to do, and you are going to do it, or you will not get anywhere in life. If I were you, I would straighten up. Or your life is going to go straight down the toilet." While she spoke, she had crossed her arms and stepped over to tower over him in her heels. "This is the only second chance I'm ever going to give you. Don't blow it." With that, she turned on her heel and strode away.
The team had video called them, and had heard the tail end of their conversation with Derek. Garcia convinced him to follow her out, and they were stunned by the total ownment of the arrogant punk kid. "Kid," Morgan muttered, "You've got yourself a pistol there. Good luck."
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.
