If you got bad news, you wanna kick them blues. Cocaine. [OTA/MTW]

[likemy_role]

The night air is heavy with fog, the wind from the north east cold enough to cut.  JJ's shivers, but for another reason entirely.  She remembers parties that she doesn't realize never happened, sweetness of white powder sniffed making her feel like she's flying.  It's been too long since she left that place, to long since she's felt that good.  She

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[numbersnfigures]

Spencer Reid had finished his shift at the local precinct and was walking home at night. Admittedly he had stayed much longer than he should have. Like everyone else, he was supposed to have gone home at 5 o'clock, but organizing the case files in the basement always ended up being a distraction for him. He knew he was only supposed to glance at the name and file accordingly, but he couldn't help looking at the files. There were so many unsolved murders in this town. Spencer would sit for hours sometimes with one file, going over the evidence, looking at crime scene photos. Sometimes he saw things that the gumshoes upstairs had overlooked and wondered whether or not those leads were worthwhile to pursue. There had been many a time when Spencer had stood at the entrance to the bullpen, clutching a file in his trembling hands and thinking about how best to start the conversation with one of the detectives. Inevitably he'd end up back in the basement. He wasn't supposed to be reading the files, after all. Just organizing them

[likemy_role]

JJ almost fell as she ran into Reid. She caught herself with a hand on each shoulder, and when she realized who it was gave him a hug. Her laugh was unnaturally high pitched. "Spence? Is that you?"

[numbersnfigures]

"Y-Yeah."

The hug seemed awkward. He could tell that JJ wasn't herself right now.

"What are you doing out here this time of night?"

[likemy_role]

Why has she never noticed how good Reid smells? When she thought of him, while she was gone, that wasn't one of the things she remembered. She leans in closer, throwing herself off balance.

"These shoes are cursed." Without thinking she sat down right there, under the spotlight of a street lamp, and took off both heels. "Last call at the bar. Had to leave."

[whateverthemess]

Murphy groans and drags herself out of bed, almost falling against the door before she manages to wake up enough to keep her balance. She's already feeling a bit hung over, and if this is Dresden, he's going to get a painful hello.

...Except it's not. It's really, really not. Murphy stares, for a moment, taking in her sister's appearance, the sweat and the illness and- fuck. "The hell, JJ," she whispers, and steps out in her oversized nightshirt to wrap an arm around her taller twin. "What've you got yourself into?"