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Fic: A Touch of the Wild, Part 02
Jan. 11th, 2009 01:53 pmTitle: A Touch of the Wild
Author: Soledad
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the White Wolfe characters and settings or any of the other shows from which I've borrowed characters for cameo appearances. All I own are a few OCs and a really twisted plot idea.
PART 02
Author’s note: As I haven’t been able to figure out Hotchner’s actual age, I gave him that of the actor (Thomas Gibson) who plays him.
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Dr. Spencer Reid had just finished his daily letter to his mother when his cell phone buzzed. Seeing on the display that the caller was JJ, he sighed involuntarily. A call from JJ meant that they had a new case, which meant that he’d have to go to the office a great deal earlier than originally intended, which, on the other hand, meant that he had to put the basic idea for his BA thesis in philosophy back into a little used corner of his formidable mind until the case was solved and he might get an afternoon – or even a whole day – off. Unlikely as that sounded.
The necessity to cut his creative early morning short annoyed him a little. He liked his work as a profiler and believed in it, even after his recent ordeal, but sometimes he wondered if choosing a purely scientific career wouldn’t have suited his abilities better, after all. As much as he knew he was needed at the BAU, he also often felt that he was intellectually underused – which was why he’d toyed with he idea of a new thesis lately. To give his brains a proper workout… before he’d rot them completely with Dilaudid.
Unfortunately, his work required such an amount of his time that he hadn’t found a chance to at least outline the idea properly. There was always one more case that needed to be solved – preferably by yesterday or the day before – and he just couldn’t work on the plane, not even when all his colleagues were asleep. He needed his own surroundings to achieve that particular mindset that would make creative work possible. The plane was definitely not the right place for that.
He sighed again and picked up the call. As he’d guessed, they had a particularly disturbing case. Debriefing would be at eight and they’d leave for LA at ten.
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Part 03
Author: Soledad
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or the White Wolfe characters and settings or any of the other shows from which I've borrowed characters for cameo appearances. All I own are a few OCs and a really twisted plot idea.
PART 02
Author’s note: As I haven’t been able to figure out Hotchner’s actual age, I gave him that of the actor (Thomas Gibson) who plays him.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dr. Spencer Reid had just finished his daily letter to his mother when his cell phone buzzed. Seeing on the display that the caller was JJ, he sighed involuntarily. A call from JJ meant that they had a new case, which meant that he’d have to go to the office a great deal earlier than originally intended, which, on the other hand, meant that he had to put the basic idea for his BA thesis in philosophy back into a little used corner of his formidable mind until the case was solved and he might get an afternoon – or even a whole day – off. Unlikely as that sounded.
The necessity to cut his creative early morning short annoyed him a little. He liked his work as a profiler and believed in it, even after his recent ordeal, but sometimes he wondered if choosing a purely scientific career wouldn’t have suited his abilities better, after all. As much as he knew he was needed at the BAU, he also often felt that he was intellectually underused – which was why he’d toyed with he idea of a new thesis lately. To give his brains a proper workout… before he’d rot them completely with Dilaudid.
Unfortunately, his work required such an amount of his time that he hadn’t found a chance to at least outline the idea properly. There was always one more case that needed to be solved – preferably by yesterday or the day before – and he just couldn’t work on the plane, not even when all his colleagues were asleep. He needed his own surroundings to achieve that particular mindset that would make creative work possible. The plane was definitely not the right place for that.
He sighed again and picked up the call. As he’d guessed, they had a particularly disturbing case. Debriefing would be at eight and they’d leave for LA at ten.
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Part 03
