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Rating: G/FRC
Warnings: None
Genres: Crossover, AU, Slash, Angst, Friendship
Characters/Pairings: David Rossi/Keith Olbermann (brief appearances by Aaron Hotchner and Rachel Maddow)
Disclaimer: All copyrighted materials referred to in this work are the property of their respective owners. References to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.

Notes: a) Set in The Kidverse, created by writers much more talented than my poor self.
b) Grown out of of some shared head-canon and gleeful  fannish discussions, particularly the summary line. Because lilalanor and I love Dave and Keith, those grumpy badgers.
c) Title from an Edwin P. Whipple quote , for reasons that will become clear.

Summary:  "They’re better friends than they ever were lovers." Dave looks back over his relationship with Keith.


( It was the books they fought over at the end. )

Fic in-joke: Okay, apparently I completely missed where they were going with this when I wrote "The Bakery Bandit". Or, hopefully, we'll get that bit of it later. But: OH BABY GIRL.
( We all wear masks, and the time comes when we cannot remove them without removing some of our own skin- Andre Berthiaume )

So, it's 10:05 EST, and I've been bawling for the past 10 minutes over a television show. And despite what people who shall remain my mother might say, I don't do this all that often. But like most people in this episode, I must defer to the power of forces greater than myself. Like the CM writing staff and cast.

( The only thing you can trust is the ground beneath you. Until one day, it shifts. )

Finally saw THE APARTMENT on Monday, when I went to pick up the keys from the Housing Office and get my student ID. And I have to say, it's really kind of fantastic. The dining room and the living room are one, but they are furnished (!) I will need to go purchase some Sofa Parasites (tm Steven Moffatt) though. Then there is the unholy abomination that I have termed the Hallchen, because Kitchway doesn't have the cadence. Basically it is a corridor with the bedrooms on one side, refrigerator/cabinets/electric range (!!) on the other, and bathroom at the end. 

Don't know which bedroom I'll get, because a) haven't heard back from Theoretical Roomie, so b) she may be there when I arrive. I have termed them Thingummy and Bob, and am now leaning toward claiming Bob, if I have my choice.

It's less than 48 hours until  Saturday morning and the main portion of move-out. Involving driving and cars. And (Ex)Coworker M coming in contact with my mother. Which could go fantastically, or could go like matter meeting anti-matter. Who knows. Most things are packed. Tomorrow,  since the FG is heading up to campus for band camp anyway, I'm accompanying them with a YOOGE suitcase full of clothes.

I also have a bead on a part-time assistant job which sounds rather fun, so *fingers crossed*; and I've discovered or rediscovered "White Collar", and am having a Tim DeKay renaissance. I swear to god I'm not fandom-cheating on Hotch, though.

And there are many, many other family things going on at the exact same time, so basically, it's our annual/bi-yearly tornado of STUFF. Of which my shit is really the least important; and for the first time in a year or so, I feel like I may be on top of it. (Check back in two weeks after classes start. There May Be Flail.)

The internet is back up here, and I'm relearning a full-size keyboard. So: IT'S COMMENT FIC A-GO-GO!

Or, why Em seems congenitally not able to write anything short.  Yet again, the credit goes to my muses, melliyna  and katewallace , without whom I am nothing.

Disclaimers: Nothing in either the West Wing or Criminal Minds fandom belongs to me. They belong to Sorkin, Bernero, Wells, Gordon, etc.

Title: "Easy Child"
Fandom: The West Wing
Rating: FRC
Genre: Drabble/Gen/Angst 
Prompt: "Sam Seaborn, the easy child"
Characters: Toby POV.
Timing: Sometime during early S3.

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( Sam burns slow, and he burns cold.  )

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Title: "Morning's Guard"
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: FRC
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Friendship
Characters: Team, with a focus on Rossi, JJ and Hotch.
Spoilers: 5.21, "Exit Wounds"
Prompt: "The next time Dave and Aaron shared a room after "Nights' Watch" (or the next morning)"

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( JJ Jareau had a list. Not a physical, paper-list, certainly. But it was an important one, nonetheless. )

Disclaimers: No member of the Criminal Minds team belongs to me, they belong to Bernero, Gordon, et al. I just have lots of fun playing in their sandbox. And all the lyrics quoted here in belong to the Man in Black, used in homage.
Rating: FRC. Completely cracky fluff fic. Only a few scattered salty words.
Genre: Gen/Crack-Fic/Song-Fic/Friendship
Spoilers:  None. Set in the nebulous near-future.
Characters: Rossi POV, starring the whole team.

Note: Title from the lyrics of Johnny Cash's "A Boy Named Sue". This fic was written because a)I have an awesome and unhealthy love for Johnny Cash, and b) I was listening to a live version of "Boy Named Sue" at work the other day while thinking about CM. So then this fic screamed at me until I wrote it. :)

Summary: Karaoke!Fic. David Rossi is the Lord of Chaos, especially where Hotch is concerned. Nefarious doings ensue, involving beer, the "kids", and his secret knowledge of Hotch's musical tastes.


( "But ya ought to thank me, before I die, / For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in the eye /Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you 'Sue'." )

Disclaimers: Neither  Hotch, nor Rossi belong to me; they are the playthings of Bernero, et al.
Rating: FRC. Bickering, bickering, bickering then angst.
Genre: Missing Scenes/Gen/H/C
Spoilers:  Set during 5.21, "Exit Wounds."
Characters:  Rossi,  Hotch.

Note: a) Title shamelessly pluralized and ripped off from Sir Terry Pratchett.
b)This idea had been bugging me since "Exit Wounds" aired last week, but it was finally written/originally posted as angsty-shiny for melliyna , who wanted both "Rossi, Hotch, a hotel room and scars." and  " Possessive!Rossi/Hotch". Though this is pretty much platonic. At least in the sense that Holmes and Watson in Sherlock Holmes '09 were platonic.

Summary: So, Reid is off reading until 2 AM in his own room, obviously. How Hotch and Rossi shared three nights in a small Alaskan hotel room.


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Night One

( "Rossi." *silence* "Rossi?" *silence* "Dave?" )

 Because really, this episode would be worth it just for that opening JJ/Emily/Garcia scene. Everything else is gravy.


( 'You pretend that rats can think, and I'll promise to pretend that humans can think, too.'  )

 

Disclaimer: None of the people from the Criminal Minds universe belong to me. I only play with them somewhat ungently, and put them back when I'm done.
Rating: FRT (no gore, lots and lots and lots of angst.)
Genre: Gen/Future!Fic/Angst
Series: Dragon'Verse
Spoilers: Future!Fic, so everything up to 5x19, basically. Explicitly for 4.25/25-5.09, AKA the Foyet Arc.
Characters: Spencer Reid, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Jack Hotchner, an OFC, Aaron Hotchner

Notes: a) Title from an old sportcasting joke, that I attribute to Keith Olbermann.
b) Sequel to "That Sword Nor Spear" and "Unholy Geometry". Yes, I know, it took a while. Mea maxima culpa.
c) Because fabrisse , after the last story, suggested that it "sounds like they need a pattern reader." Subtlest translation I've seen of "Needs Moar Reid." And she was right.


Summary:  While Hotch is in St. Elizabeth's, his loved ones struggle with the fallout. And an old friend comes to visit. But he may not be the only one.

( When he was saying nothing, talking seemed like the solution. When he started talking, you found out the problem was worse then you thought. )

Okay, so I compeletely wussed out on doing a review last week. A), because I am going all Hamlet up in this piece with the life-related indecision. And B) because last week's backdoor pilot sucked ass, pretty much. But my show is back, so here be my weird unrelated thoughts.

( "She'd always tried to stare into the light. *Always* tried to stare into the light. But the longer you stared into the light, the harsher it burned you, until the temptation picked you up, bid you turn around, and see how long, rich and dark and streaming, your shadow had become." - Pratchett )