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Profile of the Dead 12/?


Title: Profile of the Dead 12/?
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid
Rating: FRM
Summary: ...it was in J.J.'s nature to want the facts. Who had Emily been working for? What information did she have that was this important? Morgan and Reid find out what has been going on. J.J. has to learn to shut down. Elle has alot of work to do.
Warnings: Language. This chapter isn't that bad.
Notes: I went to see Scott Pilgrim vs The World the other day. It was fantastic. If you want the full review, click here.

Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.

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The sun was shining through the curtains and was warm on Reid's face. He squinted as he opened his eyes and then rolled over. He wasn't surprised to not find Morgan in bed since he always was the first one up. Morgan was seated across the room with his laptop illuminating his face much like the natural light was for Reid.

"Penelope send anything?" Reid asked as he stretched and wiggled out from under the covers.

"Reid, you have to see this," Morgan replied as he continued to stare at the screen. Reid gingerly climbed out of bed and joined Morgan. He finished reading the e-mail in a matter of seconds; Penelope had kept it to the point.

Hotch shot president's assassin. Emily tell you anything? Lay low. We're coming.

"What the hell are we supposed to make of that?" Reid asked.

"Emily was a spy," Morgan explained. "Obviously someone is afraid she told us something."

"A spy? Do I even want to know? Wait... I don't. I just thought that I had my happily ever after in the bag. Now you're telling me I have to survive the living attacking me as well as the dead. There isn't much she could have done to warrant killing us all. What do we do Morgan? Did she tell you anything?"

Morgan just nodded. He couldn't bring himself to tell Reid his suspicions were right. The specifics didn't matter anymore. Their lives were in danger.

"I guess laying low doesn't involve going back to school," Reid grumbled as he got up and began getting dressed. "Write her back and demand a more detailed response. I'm thinking waffles for breakfast. That sound good to you?"

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J.J. had driven all night and she feared the bags under her eyes had doubled, maybe tripled, in size. She had almost ran off the road several times due to constantly looking at the few other cars that passed her. She was afraid any of the drivers could be pointing a gun aimed at her head.

She was out of her element. Penelope seemed fine without knowing the full story. As "fine" as anyone could be in this given situation. However, it was in J.J.'s nature to want the facts.

Who had Emily been working for? What information did she have that was this important? Could whoever be doing this be rationalized with?

She didn't really know how going to Chicago would solve anything. It wouldn't. There was so much more to do once they got there, but right now it felt like going to Chicago would solve all their problems.

J.J. wished she was a spy or even that she had been more into investigative journalism. Maybe then she could find out who had tried to kill Hotchner.

"J.J. Why don't you let me drive for awhile? I'm sure you could use the rest."

J.J. glanced over at Penelope who seemed genuinely worried. She realized that she must look like a wreck. She tried to smile.

"Thanks Pen. I should lay down a bit. If I could only shut my brain off for a minute."

"Oh, I understand," Penelope said as she took the driver's seat. "I just keep running all these different possible outcomes of what could happen. I wish I could just think of something happy instead."

"You could always recite code," J.J. joked as she lay down in one of the open seats.

"And you can list all court cases dealing with disputes over the first amendment," Penelope countered.

"You got me," J.J. said laughing. If she could choose who she was running for her life with, she was glad it was Penelope. J.J. wondered how she could tell her that without sounding too weird.

"We'll get through this," she said.

"If not, it's been one hell of a ride." Penelope swerved to avoid a zombie that was in the middle of the road. "And I wouldn't have wanted it any other way."

"At least get us to Chicago alive Pen."

"Oh, we'll definitely make it to Chicago. Morgan said there's waffles."

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Elle was once again rethinking her career choice. She knew being vice president was going to be hard, but when Rossi had said he was going to make an impression, how could she have known he meant all of this? He never even got around to magically solving all the problems the outbreak caused therefore putting him in contention with the greats.

Now Elle had another bill to look over on requiring guns and ammunition in all homes. She had to come up with a slogan for the campaign. Somehow "Vote Rossi - I caused this!" didn't sound catchy. She needed to determine the whereabouts of the other accomplices of Emily and then hire a new assassin to take care of them.

At least she as about to be able to cross one of those off her list as she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

"Miss Greenway?" the man asked poking his head in. He was pale and sickly looking. His glasses, which took up half of his face, were falling off. He quickly pushed them up with his index finger.

"Please, have a seat," Elle said indicating the chair in frong of her desk. "I understand you're interested in the position Mr..."

"Foyet," the man said as he sat down. "I'm very interested."

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Reid and Morgan lay, breathless, with the thin sheet cover their lower halves. Reid was planting light kisses down Morgan's arm.

"I can deal with laying low if this is what it entails," he said.

"I can't believe I just did that in the bed I slept in as a child," Morgan muttered.

"Stop acting like I stole your innocence or you're not getting any while we're in hiding."

"Sorry babe. Just... where the hell did that come from?"

"I'm under distress. I needed to be comforted."

"What if my mom heard? Oh God."

"I think we have bigger things to worry about. What do we do until they get here?"

"Lay low, I guess," Morgan said as he flipped Reid over.

Tags: au, author: tafidadarling, character: elle, character: garcia, character: jj, pairing: morgan/reid, rating: frm
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