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"Gott im Himmel! Thees es very unhygienic."
"And you should remove that stick from your butt."
"Vhy do humans enseest on putting theese pictures under their skin?"
"Why do you insist on asking these kinds of questions?"
"Look at thees; it mars the beauty of God's creation."
"I don't think the big guy cares about tattoos. I think he has bigger things to worry about, like war and poverty -"
Wilhelm only clucked disapprovingly. "Is she certain that ze needle is clean?"
"If you're not sure, then do what you need to do to make sure."
Wilhelm reached out one long skinny finger and poked at the needle which glowed briefly. The woman working on Garcia didn't seem to notice.
"I still don't like it!"
"That's doesn't surprise me." Jorge clapped the tall angel on the back and got a glare for his pains.
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Rossi rolled down his sleeve. The tattoo hurt and he grimaced when Garcia hugged him. "The guys are going to love that."
"I think yours is better then mine."
Garcia looked down at her left ankle. The words "Tech Goddess." were entwined and encircled with red roses and green vines.
"That's some of my best work." The artist poked at Rossi's arm.
His eyebrows went into his hair. "Is that so?"
"Yep…"
"She's right, your idea and her artistry… Well, it's the best; I still can't believe you did it."
"Twelve hundred dollars split between the two of us is a pretty good incentive."
"Still, where did you get that charm bracelet?"
"Remember me barging in on you and Kevin and insisting that you get a twenty year old case file for me...?"
"Oh!"
"Yeah, those kids are great. They let me keep it." He took it back from Garcia, who'd been looking at it.
"I think it's great."
The silhouettes of three children's faces connected with golden chains were permanently engraved on his arm now. The bracelet could remain in a safe place for the time he could convince those children, now all grown up, to take it back as part of their legacy.
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"He is a gutt man."
"Gee Willy, are you growing a heart?"
"Pearhaps the tattoo is okay."
"Well, well--the others will never believe this. Willy is actually beginning to loosen up."
Wilhelm drew up to his full height and scowled down at the shorter angel. "I am not "loosening" up."
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"What's his problem?"
"He can't speak."
"I know what sign language looks like!"
The short black man's eyes were glued to Josh hands, which were trying to fingerspell the word 'football' and not succeeding.
"He just lost his hearing a couple of weeks ago. He's still trying to learn to communicate." JJ was holding the book of American Sign Language she'd bought for Josh three hours ago.
"I saw him looking in the book with all of you. Where is your interpreter?"
"So you're saying that he needs an interpreter to shop here." JJ sneered down at the man in her best 'dealing with stubborn cops,' voice.
"No… I just thought that…"
"This is Emily Prentiss; she's Josh's social worker. She's here to observe how he's treated now that he's deaf."
"I'm not trying to discriminate against anyone. Why would I, I'm a minority too."
"Where's your manager?" JJ asked.
"We don't need to involve her. I'm sure we have whatever you're looking for. I see you're a Redskins fan. There are footballs over here with the team logo and I have…"
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"Looks like JJ and Josh might kill two birds with one stone."
"I have to admit that inspiration to JJ was a stroke of genius."
"She's very easy to work with. She's sensitive and intuitive."
"I think someone has a crush. Reginald won't like that." Malcolm observed with a wicked grin.
"No… I don't think he will. I think I'll wait to tell him all about it during our next Cloud Rover race."
"Stephen is going to send you straight to the big guy if he catches you to doing that again."
"Come on Malcolm, you're starting to sound like Willy again."
"I'm just saying that you two need to be more careful. You don't want to get busted down to angel 4th class, and sent to train the rookies, do you?"
"I think that's overstating it a bit."
"Shut up, you two, and look at what's happening now with JJ."
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"All you had to do was flirt with the waitress. First you squander a perfectly good opportunity when she spilled that soup in your lap and then -"
The three of them were in Hotch's SUV headed back to Josh's house. The free lunch had been a spectacular failure.
"Oliver!"
"I'm sorry Hotch…"
"Reid did his best. You can't -"
"Stop talking about me like I'm not here! I'm not five years old anymore! I tried flirting with her, it didn't work. If you guys had let me try a magic trick, then it might have worked. Instead you two decided that I needed to use my natural charm. I don't have any natural charm as Morgan could've easily told you."
"Well, that's obvious."
"Oliver!"
"Come on Hotch, help me out here."
"I think you're being hard enough on him. Let's just concentrate on what you and I have to do tomorrow."
"Oh man…"
Reid laughed until Oliver reached back and smacked him hard on the knee. "I heard from JJ, she called when you were in the bathroom. Emily got the boxers off a stranger. If she can do that, why couldn't you get us free lunch?"
"She what!"
"Hotch; I'm sure the guy is perfectly harmless."
Reid snorted laughter again and quickly sobered when Hotch glared at him in the rearview mirror. He tried not to smile, but really everyone knew that those two were burying their feelings. Maybe he and Garcia could come up with a way to…
"Reid!"
How did the boss man do that? How did he know what Reid was thinking? Reid decided he didn't want to know and went back to sipping the coffee the waitress had put in a cup for him to take to go. If he'd just been able to actually look at the waitress without seeing Austin's face, he could've pulled it off. Being reminded of the first time any woman offered to call him that wasn't involved in a case sort of messed with his head.
"At least we get to see Hotch in a clown suit."