"So... you're going to do it?"
"Gah!"
Ignoring the startled glances by the nearby costumers, Logan turned to glare at the black-haired woman and the curly-haired female standing in his personal bubble, mischievous grins on their faces. "Can you not do shit like that?! Seriously!"
"Logan, Dana asked a question. You're in a jewelry store with a small box in your hand. Are you really going to do it?", Lola asked. "Are you really going to settle down?"
Logan glanced at the small dark purple box in his hand. A smile formed on his face, thinking of the reason he brought it.
"If it's him. I've always been looking for the right one for this. And I found him. I just hope he's on the same boat."
Dana lightly slapped at Logan's arm after he pocketed the box. "You know he is. You two have been hooked on each other since day one."
"You and Neal are no better.", Lola teased.
"Like you can talk, Mrs. Reid!"
Lola quickly covered her face to her the swooning smile that undoubtedly formed as she thought about her future husband. "Leave me alone."
"Say, did you two follow me here?", Logan questioned as the three of them walked out of the shop. "If so, nosy."
"You know they did."
The trio yelped, jumping. They heard strong, yet male laughter.
Dana glared at the culprit, taking a mock swing at him. "Damn it, brother! Really?!"
"I got curious as to why I saw you drive off after Logan. So I followed.", Reid admitted with a shrug. "By the way, why did you go into that jewelry shop, Logan?"
"First, let me get one thing cleared. You followed Dana and Lola because you were curious as to why they were curious about what I was doing and followed me?"
"Yup.", Reid answered, sounding out each letter with amusement. "Now answer my question."
"Well, it rhymes with carriage and it involves rings, flower, cliche piano music, pastors and lingerie.", Lola teased.
Reid blinked, contemplating for a few seconds before gasping and giving Logan a swift punch to his arm.
"Ow! The hell?!"
"Dude, you're actually asking him? You finally taking Queen B's advice and putting a ring on it?"
"Out of all people, Spencer says that?", Dana mumbled to herself.
"Yeah. He's the one, you know? I can see myself with him, just him.", Logan sighed contentedly, eyes bright. "He's everything."
"Wow. Picture the perfect moment right here. I haven't seen him this starstruck about Mike since he wore a crop top."
"He kept that, too.",Dana added.
"So when you're proposing? How you're proposing?", Lola asked her future-brother-in- law. She thought back to when Spencer asked for her hand. The moment was intense, jeopardizing, and all the while perfect. Spencer swore Lola shone brighter than he ever had before.
"Soon. I'm freestyling it. I want it to be special, man. I'm not going the traditional way.", Logan answers, taking a stand by his dark red Bentley. He remembered choosing the car because of how good Mike looked standing beside it. That lead to one of their greater, passionate moments. In the backseat. The scratches were still there. "He deserves that."
"Aaahhh! When not if, Mike says yes, can I be the best man, right?", Reid asked. "Wait, Mike's definitely the bride and there's only Bastiana, Dana, Amy, and Lola. On the groom's side, there's Neal, Mike, Sonny, and Travis. Wait! Bastiana is walking Mike down the aisle. Urgh! This is complicated."
"Spencer, I haven't proposed yet.", Logan reminded, opening his door. "And because I haven't, don't spoil this to anybody. Especially Mike, got it?"
"Yup!", the trio unionized.
"Good. Now, go find something to do with yourselves." With that, Logan got into his Bentley and drove off.
The others watched him until he disappeared. They exchanged excited glances.
"Should we start planning?"
"I already know the colors I want to use. I wonder if Mike would wear a dress."
"I call music! And catering!"
"I don't get it."Peter hissed.
"What?"said Neal without look away from his book. He as sitting on the couch, a book on his laps about pregnancy. His second one in a week. A smile curved Peter`s lips. It was great to see Neal so committed to the role. But he was a little jealous as he remembered Elizabeth anf the day he told her about Dana`s pregnancy, she had no doubt been thought about her own position, being unable to conceive for Peter. It was slap in her face for Dana to conceive before her.
Neal ignored Peter, flipping the page. Another chapter about the earlier stages of pregnancy. Morning sickness, check. Every night, Dana sprinted to the bathroom to dump her dinner in the toilet. Still, Neal tried his best to make healthy dishes. Her body was changing and being pregnant wasn't easy. Muscle ache, not yet. Or at least that he knew. Dana kept it to herself, unless she was in a bad mood. And those didn't last long.
It's only been a week since they announced their new addition to the family.
FLASHBACK
Looking around Neal spoke. "I know you're all wondering why we called you hear today."
Sonny interrupted him. "Are we celebrating D finally coming to her senses and divorcing your arse?!"
Sonny promptly got two dinner rolls shoved down his throat, one by Lola, and the other by Bastiana.
Neal continued. "We wanted you all here when we shared the good news; Dana and I are going to have a baby!"
The family stood and rejoiced. Many hugs, kisses, and handshakes were administered.
Lola however, was a different story all together. She jumped Neal since he wasn't the pregnant one and proceeded to cling to his torso and kiss his cheeks squealing. "A BABY! FINALLY, YOU GAVE ME A BABY! THANK YOU NEAL! THANK YOU!"
Everyone looked at her oddly, still clinging to Neal. Dodds was the first to speak. "Uhm...Looney? I don't know how to break this to you. But Neal got Dana pregnant; not you. In fact if it was you, then I imagine neither Spencer nor Dana would be very pleased."
Lola glared at Dodds over Neal's shoulder, while Neal glared at Spencer over her shoulder, silently asking him what to do when a psycho professor jumps you. "Shut up Dodds! What do you know! Any baby of Dana's is a baby of mine...and vice versa!"
Neal glared at Dana while trying to pry Lila off. "You couldn't have told me I was fathering both your children when I got you up the duff could you?"
Lola continued to squeal, now bouncing around hugging and kissing everyone. "I get to be a mummy! Oh, and a god-mummy too! I can't wait to spoil our babies Dana!"
Neal sighed. "At least I don't need to deal with her pregnant though. That's a load off. Feel sorry for Spencer though..."
Bastiana shouted. "Oye what do you mean you're god-mummy! What about me?"
Neal looked at her sheepishly. "Sorry sis We were deciding godparents last night. We chose our best mates. And well...Lola and I get on pretty well now. I'd even go so far as to say we like each other. After all, I did father her child, ha-ha? And well...yeah. Lola was a no contest winner for god-mum."
Bastiana looked at him for a second, and then commented dryly. "You're scared to tell her no aren't you?"
Neal bobbed his head up and down with fervour. "Yes I bloody well am!"
END FLASHBACK
Sonny and Mike were fighting over the sex of the kid. Mike bet for a boy while Sonny bet for a girl. The loser will dance the Gangnam Style at Lola and Spencer's wedding. Logan and Dodds could not understand why they putting with their shit as Bastiana wanys just a normal dinner with her family. Neal was happy but knew something was wrong with his sister, with his other half, with his moon ,from the day the family doctor announced that he is getting married, their sister always had a fake smile on her face.
Bastiana's greatest fear came to life: To be alone
All the brothers had created their own lives, their own families ,their own new chapters. Without Bastiana. Not that their sister had told them something or complained but they knew that their sister was broken inside.
Neal knew that Bastiana threw away her own happines because of them. Their sister was in love five years ago but destroyed everything to run close to her brothers when Neal went to jail.
The older brother of the Ross' family blamed himself for Bastiana's status which mean: broken , heartless , emotionless and cold. He wasthe only one who know the truth about Bastiana's life after their death of their parents , he still remembered all the lie Neal have been told to Mike, Sonny and Spencer.
Neal had swore to Bastiana that he would never told the other about what happened to her after Edith kicked out of their house ,when the funeral was over. He has see Edith slaps Bastiana ,blaming her for Nina and James' death. The day that Edith learnt about her daughter and her son-in-law car accident , the hospital ,the tears ,the doctors ,the blood.
His thoughts were interrupted as Peter slapped Neal's head with a file.'' Now you listen to me''
Neal smiled and replied in his sweetest, softest and most sarcastic voice.''I don't like being told what to do unless I'm naked.''
Peter made a face.
Neal smiled cockily and said..''With a sister like Bastiana Wolf and a wife like Dana Scott ,I must have a perfect clapback.''
''Anyway''said Neal closing the book.''What is going on?''
''Woodfornt canceled four meeting in two weeks.''Diana Berrigan starts as Special Agent Clinton Jone joined them out in the bullpen, leaning against Neal's desk in front of the whiteboard.''Neal said that Woodfront has not asked at all about Keller's absence.''
''We think that Woodfornt killed him.''Jones said.
Peter nodded "Good, Neal?" he turned to the man next to him.
''He spend less and less attention during the meeting and once I saw flowers in his car. Mozzie thinks that a woman cought his attention.''Neal said and knew something was going on when Woodfornt started checking his phone constantly and smiling every time.
"Find her," Peter said, standing up and heading towards his office "Diana, check her financials, phone bills, you know the drill.''
"Over the last two months, four women ages forty to forty-five have gone missing. The women, single professionals, were taken from public places in the early evening hours on a Tuesday or Wednesday night. The women were never seen again. The oddity is that ten to twelve days after the women went missing, a young girl who looks surprisingly like the older woman is found their houses."
Benson sighed, watching as the blonde shuddered at the photos popping up behind her. It was as if she knew what was behind her, even if she couldn't see them.
"How come it took four disappearances before we were called in?" Finn asked.
"Even though all four women were found in houses, the disappearances happened in different towns like Chicago and Seatle. The different jurisdictions didn't put it together until they started looking at the women."
"And no one has reported the girls missing?" Mike asked.
"Not a peep. It's like they just showed up out of nowhere."
Benson took control then. "The last body was found about two hours ago and we've been invited in. "
"Okay, what have we got?"
"Well, every one of the women ends up looking remarkably similar to each of the women that have gone missing," Carisi started. "Maybe he has a type. First, he finds and abducts the woman, then he searches for a suitable woman to fit that ideal."
"But then what does he do with the woman?" Benson asked.
"Maybe he still has her," Finn interjected. "Keeps her until he can find a suitable replacement?"
"Then why would he need another woman?" Rollins asked. "If he were keeping them, wouldn't he just go out and find a girl that looked like the woman he kept?"
"Unless now that he's found the girl that matches that ideal and kills her, he needs something new to find and kill."
Dodds shook his head at the postulation. "I doubt he would keep four women if he has started moving on to other targets. Until we have a reason to think otherwise, we will assume the women are still alive but I think it is probably safe to say that it is very unlikely that we will find them alive."
"Did you speak to your brother?"Benson asks Carisi knowing that every day they are in touch.
"He is evolving'' Carisi said and all the members of the team look at him,'' Reid said that the first victims had no connection between them and they were women without status and power or money but after that, he killed four women -a lawyer, a judge, a well-known businesswoman, a journalist. We think that the killer gained confidence and began to chase victims who would attract attention''
''Which means?'' asked Rollins as he takes a step in front of him causing Dodds to step next to his husband protectively. Maybe Rollins was not lusting after his husband but after that happened with Reid and Agent Jerau, Mike would not let anyone close to Carisi.
''He wants the woman who is obsessive with to notice him,'' said Mike, and Carisi gave Benson an envelope. She takes the envelope and opened it.
''BAU thinks that our killer has Obsessive love disorder''
''A what know?'' asked Rollins but snorting at the explanation.
''Obsessive love disorder refers to a condition where you become obsessed with one person you think you may be in love with. You might feel the need to protect your loved one obsessively, or even become controlling of them as if they were a possession.''''said Finn as she looks up at the complete quiet to meet varying looks of disbelief while Carisis and Didds were in shock and outright horror at the idea of there being a second Reid.
''I know things."He replied and Benson lifted her brow and asked curiously.''You google it.''
'He looked at her and made a face eyes but said nothing.
''What about the rose?'' asks Benson pointing at the photo.''We found a yellow and blue rose.'
''Sonny knows'' Dodds said as he lifted Carisi's drink from the small table between them without the other beta noticing.
The man looked over the team.''In distant China lived an emperor whose daughter did not want to marry. The Emperor urged his daughter, but she persistently refused. Probably because no one was able to conquer her heart. In order to be left alone, she set an unattainable condition: the marriage applicant must bring her a blue rose. She got a blue rose of the gemstone, a colored rose, and a painted one. But of course, no one was able to bring her a real, living blue rose. She was not unhappy about that.''
''Then a traveling singer came to the capital and the two fell in love. Now the princess wanted to marry too. She was sad because her own condition had now become an obstacle. The lover was not deterred and promised to come to the palace next with a blue rose. There he stood in front of the emperor, holding a white rose in his hand and begging for the princess's hand. "But the rose is white," said the emperor. "No, the rose is blue," the princess objected.''
"The Emperor drew in, after all, he finally wanted to see his daughter married. He gave the couple a country house and many white roses were planted in the garden. He was always called only the "blue garden". The fairy tale of the blue rose is of course much longer than this short summary. If you feel like reading it completely, you can easily find it on the internet.
In the Far East, the demand for blue roses is especially high because of the fairytale. They are often given away for engagement and wedding and are meant to bring love to the couple forever. Just like in a fairy tale. For this extra white roses are dyed blue. Always in search of something special, unique, the people of Europe have meanwhile also discovered the blue rose for themselves. Their triumphal march, however, is just beginning.
In Asia, the love message of the blue rose is clear: it stands for the perfect and fulfilled love. In the west, however, the blue rose is attributed to another meaning. Perhaps because the naturally growing blue rose does not exist and is just a dream, it has also become a symbol of unfulfilled longing. In the flower shops in this country, even a dyed blue rose is a rarity. Anyone who reaches for it may also say to the recipient: "You are unique and extraordinary like this rose."And with that, Carisi made sure to wait for everyone else to get their coffee or tea before moving into the small kitchenette to make a cup of whatever his heart desired. Βenson was surprised to see two steaming mugs in his hands. When Carisi handed one to Benson, the older woman arched an eyebrow at the man.
Carisi just smiled as he settled in the seat across for his boss. "You were yawning earlier," he explained. "I figure you must not have wanted to go to bed last night considering that you were hung out with my sister."
Benson couldn't help but chuckle. Once again, Carisi had figured it out perfectly. "Your sister is a crazy woman."
"I want to thank you."Carisi said, his voice soft and strained."That you get along with my sister and become friends."
"Of course Bastiana is my friend," Benson commented. "I think that she has a lot of friends."
"My sister does not have friends."Carisi prompted."Her friends – if you could even call them that – are all Harvard or Yale-educated lawyers and bankers that would pounce at or leave her at the first sign of weakness. Social ladder climbers, a club of the young and successful, and if you aren't anymore, you are out.."
Ah," Benson raised a hand, stopping Carisi abruptly, "I have heard a lot of things but I don't care."
"Of course-"
Bastiana stared quizzically at the man, slightly tilting her head to one side. "Bastiana is a good friend and..."
"Future girlfriend" He stopped her.
She had blushed in what and her mouth hung open slightly in dumb realization.
Carisi looked pleased."Relax. I am joking, besides my sister is not able to love and show affection to anyone."
Benson said."You are cruel."
With his piece said, he headed back into the office, "I am speaking only the truth!"
Bastiana sighed as he walked up to her office. It had been a trial and she was exhausted. She sat his bag down, wanting to speed through everything so she could just go home. Tired she sat at her desk. When Bastiana glanced at her desk she had to blink a couple of times. A single flower stalk rested on her desk. Several small blue flowers decorated it.
"Who would give me a flower?" Bastiana asked out loud as she picked it up, twirling it slowly. It was pretty, and if Bastiana was being honest, it was kind of flattering. Smiling a little Bastiana went and grabbed a piece of pepper and starts working on a case.
Outside of Bastiana's office, Logan turns and starts to make his way towards Bastiana's office, but as he gets closer to Amy's desk to say Logan was nervous would be a massive understatement.
Logan walked through the corridor, fidgeting with the small, black, velvet box in his hands, opening it timidly as if the modest titanium ring that was inside would disappear if he didn't constantly check otherwise every minute.
What if he said no? Sure, they had been together for almost three years, but- Logan had no doubt that they loved each other, but there had always been that uncertain, lingering thought at the back of his mind that Mike deserved a little more from him. He was an incredibly lucky man to have Mike, and for Mike to have him. That in itself never ceased to amaze Logan; Mike wasn't exactly the easiest person to get through to; good thing Logan was unyieldingly persistent- stubbornness, Mike had called it, but Logan doubted any of them regretted it.
They had talked about it before. A year ago Mike had assured that a marriage was not necessary- he was never particularly fond of 'big' events (so keep it small, Logan noted to himself), but that he was not opposed to simply signing the legal papers either. Perhaps it was because they already acted like a married couple. A lot of people said they already acted like a married couple.
God, he wanted to marry this man.
Anyway, the only thing weirder than him texting Bastiana asking if they could meet up in her office just the two of them would be last-minute canceling the meeting.
Stopped a few feet away from Amy's desk, running over what he wanted to say in his head, and trying to reassure himself that this was going to be okay. After all,Bastiana seemed to have accepted him as Mike's boyfriend or had last stopped doing the protective big sister act when Logan was around. Really, he did not know how he stood with the woman, there were times they would laugh and jokes together and other times when Bastiana would start looking at Logan -or Danna, Lila, and Michael- with suspicion. And he understood with her job, it was natural that she would be on edge, but it was just slightly unnerving.
"Hey, Amy," Logan says as he walks up.
"So, don't keep me in suspense, how'd it go?" Amy asks excitedly.''The ring?''
"I kind of want to talk with Bastiana first." Logan reveals, "She busy?"
"Never for family," Amy says, pointing her head to the door and Logan heads straight into Bastiana's office.
"Hi." Logan greats as he walks in.
"Hi." Bastiana says, getting up from her chair.''How are you doing?''
"I'm doing good. How are you? How's work?" Logan asks, partly to be polite, and partly to try and delay having to ask the inevitable.
"Good, everything's good. So, what did you want to talk about? Not that I don't enjoy just hanging out with you, but you've been dating Will for a few years now and this is the first time this has happened, so I don't have to be a lawyer to guess that something else is happening" Bastiana said and Logan guessed that he had better just get to the point. Like ripping the bandaid, after all, that's the worst that could happen?
Well, Bastiana could refuse to give her blessing, and that would mean that when Logan then proposed he would be asking Mike not only to marry him but to break ties with his brother, his brain helpfully supplied. Part of him cursed himself for even wanting to ask Logan for her blessing, but it just felt right. Bastiana and Logan had a rocky relationship, but they were trying, especially in the wake of their grandmother died, and Logan felt like he should do his part. Felt that he should try and help with that bond, he just hoped that he succeeded in doing that and didn't up tear them apart instead.
"I- uh..."
As the words had failed him, Logan clumsily reached into the pocket on the inside of his jacket, jerking out the small box as carefully as possible. He presented in front of Bastiana.
They both stood in silence for a moment. Bastiana intently studied the box, and Logan did the same, but as if only as to avoid eye contact.
"My, Logan, I never knew you thought of me that way," Bastiana mused flatly with a raised brow.
"What? Oh! No, it's for Mike-"
"I want to propose to Mike and, well, I wanted to ask for your blessing," Logan said, resisting the urge to wipe the palm of his hands against his trousers.
But it seemed he needn't have worried, because Bastiana almost immediately started grinning, jumping up and dragging Logan with her, pulling him into a hug.
"That's great!" Bastiana exclaimed when they were both sat down again.
"So, I have your blessing?" Logan said, a part of him just needing to be sure, still slightly surprised by how enthusiastic Bastiana was.
"Yes."
Logan didn't know he could grin any wider, but he has just proved himself wrong. It must have shown on his features since Bastiana smiled back at him with equal warmth;
"Thank you, Bastiana! Thank you!"
Something is wrong with Spencer Reid and they all can see it. The usually passive, if fidgety agent is snapping at everyone. While he can be easily ruffled, it is incredibly rare for the genius to respond with genuine anger. Yet, despite his obvious closed off manner and unheard of hair-trigger temper, Spencer claims he is 'fine' whenever asked. He is not fine. He knows it and so do they. It doesn't take a profiler to figure out something is going on, something significant enough to affect Reid in such a profound and obvious way.
Derek tries yet again to get Reid to open up to him. "Pretty Boy, what's going on in that big old' head of yours?"
Spencer ignores him, remaining silent with a stubborn but adorable pout firmly upon his face.
"You are working with a bunch of profilers, boy genius, how long do you think you'll be able to hide whatever it is that is going on?" Derek can see that Spencer is suffering and he will do anything, even break his vow not to profile him, to help him.
Again, he is quiet, not reacting at all to Morgan's attempts to cajole him beyond his cute pouting expression. All Spencer would have to do is add his sad doe eyes and the world would fall at his feet, they are a lethal combination that no one, not even big, bad Aaron Hotchner can refuse.
"One of us will eventually convince you to spill it. Come on, Reid! Make it easy on yourself, just tell me," Derek coaxes.
Once again, Morgan is met only with silence.
"Come on, kid! Talk to me!" he growls vehemently.
Over the last month, the pair has gone through this routine over and over: Morgan prodding and Reid responding with stubborn silence. But it is finally too much and Spencer snaps, "Leave it alone, Morgan. Just…LEAVE…ME…THE…FUCK…ALONE!" He is falling off that cliff and now nothing can stop the inevitable freefall.
Derek and the rest of the team gape at Reid in shock. None of them have ever heard him curse before or seen him explode with such intense anger and definitely never at his best friend. Spencer is the only one on the team that has kept a pure air about him, despite all he's seen and experienced. The Reid they know has a child-like innocence that the world's darkness never seems to touch. Not even being kidnapped, tortured, and being forcibly addicted to drugs has touched his inherent innocence. The purity of his soul has never been touched by the darkness he has encountered. The lack of vulgarity in his language is just another aspect of his innocence. Fuck shouldn't be in his vocabulary and neither should he be capable of exploding with such fury. Spencer has a very long fuse. To hear him, to see him blow up at Morgan is dumbfounding.
"Reid! My office, now!" Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner immediately orders the young agent into his office.
Spencer follows his boss into his office. His eyes stare straight ahead, ignoring his team members gaping at him. Aaron sits on the corner of his desk, watching as his subordinate slumps in the chair in front of him.
"Are you going to tell me what that was, Reid?" Hotch asks.
The genius remains sullenly unresponsive. But Aaron continues to wordlessly fix his unblinking gaze on him. Both the quiet and scrutiny are unsettling. Knowing his boss's infinite patience, Spencer soon feels compelled to answer. "I'm fine," he replies, the lie pathetic with absolutely no chance of actually fooling the veteran profiler. Reid is tired and cannot keep up his façade any longer. The years of lying and hiding have at last caught up with him. He has no more strength to fool his fellow profilers. Spencer knows losing his temper has decisively confirmed to his team that something is seriously wrong with him. His secret is going to come out and he doesn't know how to stop it.
Aaron is not nearly foolish enough to believe the blatant lie. "You don't truly expect me to believe that, do you? You are clearly not fine, Reid. What just happened out there confirmed it. You not only lost your temper but you shouted and swore at Morgan. You don't shout and you never swear. Do you seriously believe we all can't see something is going on with you?" Hotch's gaze softens slightly as he inquires, "Are your migraines back?"
"No," he answers immediately.
"Having more nightmares? "
"No more than usual," Reid answers dispassionately. He wishes his problem is as simple as migraines or nightmares. Yes, he has been haunted by dreams but not nightmares. It would be so much easier to deal with if it was simply nightmares of their cases, of the people they couldn't save.
"Are you using again?"
"No!"
"Are you tempted to?"
''Fuck no. My sister will have my balls in a silver plate.''Reid's head jerks up, clearly surprised that he had said that out loud.
Hotch can see that Spencer is telling the truth. "Then, what's wrong?"
"I…I can't tell you, it's personal," the genius proclaims, pouting.
"You have to tell someone, Reid."
"It's no one's business but mine," he shoots back defiantly.
"Wrong. This is affecting the team. If you are being this unprofessional here, how are you going to react to a case? Something has to be done. You need to talk to someone!"
Reid slumps.
''it is about JJ?''
Sighing deeply, Reid admits reluctantly'' No. I am happy that she left''
''You're ...happy..' The unflappable BAU boss is visibly stunned, his voice colored with absolute disbelief and concern.
"Of course I am happy, "Reid said. "Knowing I am with someone else JJ kept flirting and touching me without my permission. According to my brother who is a detective to SVU it was sexual harassment."
Miserably, Spencer mutters "Thank God Bastiana doesn't know about that...
"Whys that?"
Reid raised his brows." My sister sues the FBI because Garcia violented our personal record. Imagine what she will do to find out that one of her brothers harassed by a co-worker."
"Imagine all the tears."Reid says after a while ."The screaming, the threats, trials, the blood...Bastiana will go wild."
Hearing her name, Hotch's eyes immediately lit up, and immediately after, he said excitedly."Your sister is..."
"My sister is a bitch."Reid said looking around in the room waiting Bastiana appear from nowhere."Stay away from her."
"Reid, you don't understand…" Hotch began, hands open in a gesture of pure surrender.
Reid resisted the urge to punch him with extreme difficulty. "You're after my sister," he stated flatly; Hotch opened his mouth, and Reid cut him off with a livid snarl. "I don't know just what you came here looking but stay the hell away from her."
Hotch narrowed his eyes.'' I doubt Bastiana would appreciate your 'chivalry.'"
Reid stared at him and dissolved into laughter. "Oh, man. You think I'm trying to protect her…"
It was Hotch's turn to stare. "Are you not?"
"Hell, no. Believe it or not, I'm looking out for you." Reid struggled to regain his composure, sides aching.
Hotch's mouth twitched. "Me."
"You."
"Exactly what are you suggesting?" he asked.
"I'm not suggesting anything," said Reid, eye glinting. "My sister is a robot. Unable to love and caring for someone else except us. She plays with people and lies to get what she wants, she will play with you and then bye-bye Agent."
"I don't like your opinion about your sister, "Hotch says finally. "During our date, I saw a beautiful soul with a sharp tongue and odd opinions of life.."
Reid looks down at his lap and thinks about the consequences of his words.
"You're joking, right?" Reid looks up and blinks a few times."Let me guess, she put her hand on your own playing with her hair and bat her eyelash."
Hotch purses his lips. "No."
"Good."Reid finally admits. "The woman I described was Bastiana Ross and I assure you you will not find her."
"You try to find Bastiana Ross beneath this Bastiana Wolf façade."
Hotch was so naïve. Reid needed to make him see how wrong he was.
"I assure you, I am not, " Hotch says, a hard T on not.
Liar
"Bastiana Ross is dead," Reid said and meant it. "My sister died years ago because of Edith and life. The sweet girl I knew is gone replaced by a cold, heartless woman, replaced by a wolf."Reid turned away from the Chief standing in front of him. "And she's not coming back."
He had always been enamored by the view of the city from his office, especially at night. It made him feel almost as if he was untouchable; safe up there away from the reaches of the hounds that frequently tried to play him or use him.
Harvey Specter had built a wall around himself a very long time ago. It all started when his mother's affair with another man came to light. He had, from a very young age, admired his parents' relationship, and to find out his mother had been cheating for quite a long time made him lose faith in the institution that was marriage. It shattered his beliefs as he knew them, it rocked the very foundation of his life and he was never the same after that. He had trouble trusting anyone after that incident; it wasn't just his father his mother had betrayed, she had betrayed him as well. Trusting was hard after that; if his mother couldn't stick around then, really who else would.
Then came law school, and with that Scottie. There was never a relationship between them, but it was as close to a relationship as he had ever gotten. But it wasn't enough for her and he didn't blame her. Donna, on the other hand, turned quickly from a subordinate to an extremely smart, intelligent, and somewhat terrifying woman who took care of the majority of the problems in his life. And then there was Bastiana.
He grows like Bastiana. She was strong. She could take whatever was throw at her, but she could also dish it back twice as hard. She was the firm presence the family needed to keep everything on track and playful.
They'd been meeting up regularly, without ever planning ahead, but somehow managing to be at the same place at the same time.
Their games were like a combination of a dance and boxing match; their stealth movements around the table countered with biting remarks about everything from their play to their drink of choice to try to throw the other off-balance. It never really worked because Bastiana didn't know Harvey well enough to press the right buttons, neither did Harvey. Bringing up mommy/daddy issues would have been obvious, but they both knew to mention that would give away their own skeletons.
He had Bastiana's business card in the back of his wallet somewhere, a leftover from some long-ago first meeting.
He dug deep into the pocket of his suit and pulled out his cell phone dialing her number before he even knew what he was doing.
"Whoever is, it's after hours. Believe it or not, I have a life outside of the office." Bastians's voice said from the other end of the phone. Harvey heard the unmistakable sound of a woman giggling in the background.
"Hello."
"Not now, Specter."Bastiana's voice said from the other end of the phone.
"What is going on?"He asked sarcastically
"You"
"You were thinking of me?"He was convinced that it wasn't such a bad idea.
Her eyes wide, drawing it out, "Noooo."
The corner of Harvey's mouth lifts. "Don't lie to me"
"I would never do such a thing like that"Bastiana remarks idly.
So.." He trailed off. "Thinking of me and touch yourself."He asked with a husky voice.
''Of course, I touch myself when I think of you."She chuckled then stopped. "It's called facepalm.''
''Ouch'' Harvey chuckles
She giggled.
''Sometimes I massage a headache''
Harvey would be lying if he said that the was not enjoying this moment a little.
''Bastiana, that really hurts my feelings.''
The conversation flowed from there. Harvey didn't see Donna's stunned face staring at him through the glass. Donna studied Harvey shrewdly. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she liked Bastiana's style already. The woman was keeping Harvey on his toes. Donna could tell by his body language. The cool Harvey Specter, serial womanizer had finally met his match.
He found this unfairly pleasurable.
Logan had no right. No right to feel this good against him.
Inside him.
But Mike wasn't going to complain about it.
"Aaaahhh... L-Logan... Logan... d-deeper..."
He had the nerve to laugh. Against his neck, the skin already redder from the increasing passion and sweaty from the burning he felt as the energy leave him. He still held onto the man above him, knees shaking when Logan did go deeper.
He exhaled, eyes closed while a tingle of ecstasy boiled within his lower back and up. Mike moaned helplessly as Logan dragged himself out in an agonizingly slow pace, looking down at his partner with mischief. "I love it when you beg."
"Fucker.", The brunet hissed out, opening his eyes to glare at his boyfriend.
"Oh, I didn't notice."
Mike let out another whimper with Logan snapping his hips forward. He dug his nails within the blue eyes man's shoulders, his thighs quivering as fingers caressed them a bit harder. He didn't even have to be handled down there at this point.
He was already at the limit of release because Logan was just that good.
However, it felt different tonight.
Logan seemingly treasured him more. Impossibly more than he already did.
His words were highly striking, underlined with eternal promises.
"I want to give you forever, Mike. Anything and everything you want.", he whispered, kissing the side of Mike's swollen lips. "You deserve it all. All."
"You is just enough, Lo... oh my damn...", Mike whined, his prostate brutalized by Logan.
The sensation was too real. Way too real.
Logan trailed his fingers upward to Mike's hips, chuckling again at the shiver under his fingertips. He hoped there were more nights like this. More moments where he could have his Mike unravel like this. Haze in his eyes, skin smooth and moist. His lips red and plump from the amount of kissing the couple has done, opened to sass, moan or gasp.
He shifted their positions, sitting upwards with their chests flushed together. Mike loosened his legs but clenched his fingers on Logan's shoulders. A gasp came out this time. His entrance unconsciously tightened around Logan's cock as he thrust upwards. "Shit... Mike, baby..."
Another whine.
An added groan from the other.
This was a dance of intimacy they were familiar with, just with another tempo.
"Logan, Logan... please..."
"Just do it, baby."
Logan prompted him, grabbing his ass to lift him to the tip, dropping him down. That was enough for Mike to let out a shout, his resistance crumbling down. He quaked, his fingers clenching and unclenching against equally wet skin as his release flew out of him. He exhaled when Logan released as well, inside him.
Gently, Mike was settled back into the pillows, allowing him to let himself relax. Logan leaned down to kiss his forehead, running fingers through his short hair and pulling out regretfully. He smiled when Mike reached out for him as he made a move to get up.
"Baby, stay down."
"Cuddle with me."
"Let me turn on the shower. We clean and then cuddle. Sounds like a plan?"
Mike nodded, agreeing that sounded a lot better.
The real us: A Summary
Sonny, Mike, Spencer: Fight me!
Neal (right behind them): Fight them and I'll make sure you'll never walk straight again.
Bastiana ( right behind Neal): Fight either of them and I'll make sure you will never walk ever again