It had rained the night before and the césped, hierba was now making the bottom of her jeans wet as she walked down the aisles of the big cemetery with a bundle of daffodils in her hand. When she reached the right grave she kneeled in front of it and laid the flores in the césped, hierba por the tombstone. She moved her long black hear behind her ears and, for a moment, she just looked at the tombstone without doing anything, but then she ran her fingers over the lettering and sighed, "Hey dad."
She sighed again looking over her shoulder at her mom, who was standing por the car...
Two hours later, Emily laughed breathlessly as she feinted right, thrusting her weapon and hearing the satisfying clang of steel meeting steel as their sabers clashed. Small rivulets of perspiration ran down her neck, the bib of her mask capturing the moisture with ease as she swayed to the side.
Hotch was good. No, she thought with a mental headshake, better than good. Hotch was excellent. Graceful and lethal, his body flowed as he backed her toward the wall, advancing across the room with well calculated swipes of his weapon.
Fanfiction written por lairofthemuses on LJ. ___________________________________________________________
Emily walked out of Rossi’s office with a box just as Hotch was coming out of his office. Rossi walked toward him to talk, Prentiss headed for the stairs. Neither of them saw her slip but they heard her fall.
“Prentiss!” Hotch exclaimed, rushing past Rossi and over to her. The other Agent was right on his heels.
“I'm OK.” She said, looking a little dazed. The box was on the ground, files scattered.
“What were doing carrying that heavy box?” Hotch asked.