Need of Valour Chapter 4
Title: Need of Valour Chapter 4
Author: GlassSnowdrop
Rating: T
Pairing: Emily/OC, Morgan/Reid, Garcia/OC
Summary: The BAU team travel to London to help out Scotland Yard with a case involving an unsub obsessed with Greek Mythology. Scotland Yard enlist the help of a young professor, and things get interesting.
“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through the mountains.” -Tennessee Williams
“So, do you guys want to go out tonight? Briseis has offered to show us a good time,” Emily asked the rest of the team once the day had dwindled away. Papers were scattered all over the table- lists of people, places, jobs, anything in the victimology that could possibly connect the four murdered people.
“Definitely,” Morgan agreed readily.
“I’m in,” JJ said, putting her files down.
“Of course,” Penelope chimed in. Their eyes went to Rossi, Hotch and Reid- the three least willing members of the team.
“Fine,” Rossi gave in under the women’s (and Morgan’s) stares.
“I can’t guarantee I’ll have fun,” Hotch warned.
“Pretty boy?” Morgan urged. Reid nodded half-heartedly and Penelope clapped her hands excitedly.
“So, pub, club- what are you in the mood for?” Briseis asked. “Or a mix?”
“Mix?” Penelope asked the rest of the team. They nodded in agreement.
“Sounds good. Here’s the address,” she wrote it down and gave it to Penelope.
“Meet you guys at 8? Time enough for dinner, leisure time, and what not.”
“Perfection!” Penelope said. “Come on, Morgan. Time to get your outfit input.” Morgan groaned and let himself be lead out of the building by his eccentric best friend. Reid and JJ followed, with Rossi and Hotch close behind. Emily and Briseis were trailing behind and they split up to go back to Briseis’ apartment.
“Alright, I’m going to make us some…” Briseis looked through her refrigerator. “some nothing. Brilliant.” She checked her watch. “I can make a pizza in three hours.”
“Make a pizza? Dough and everything?”
“Oh yes, Agent. I’m more than just a pretty face,” she teased, pulling out the ingredients. She set to work, instructing Emily to help with the measuring.
“You poured too much flower into the cup,” Briseis said, looking at what Emily had just poured. Emily sighed.
“The measuring system here is different. I’m not used to it anymore.”
“Anymore?”
“I lived in Rome for a lot of highschool,” she explained.
“You should be making the pizza!” Briseis exclaimed. Emily laughed, dipped her fingers in the flour and flicked it onto Briseis. Briseis laughed and then sneezed, sending more flour up in the air, coating Emily’s face in the white particles. The two women were reduced to fits of laughter for several minutes before they caught their breath.
Emily calmed herself and re-measured the flour, passing it to the cook.
“I’m going to take a shower, alright?” Emily asked. Briseis nodded, deep in thought about the pizza. Emily shut the bathroom door, locking it as she always did. Ever since she watched Psycho at her 14th birthday party she had always locked the bathroom door. She looked around the bathroom, profiling Briseis a bit. She felt bad doing it, but she wanted to know more about her.
The countertop was fairly organized, but cluttered. Emily imagined Briseis didn’t have a lot of time to spend tidying up, and she didn’t seem like a hugely organized person. She actually reminded Emily of Reid. They were both smart young people who, although they can think complicated things through, could neglect themselves sometimes. She pushed the thoughts out of her head and took a long shower. 45 minutes later she emerged, dressed and gorgeous. She had on a brilliant red silk dress cut just above her knees. The shade matched her lipstick and set her dark eyes smoldering. Her hair was tousled but not curled, and she looked-
“Beautiful,” Briseis muttered to herself as Emily walked out, black heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
“Did you say something?” Emily asked, looking up and sitting on one of the counter stools.
“Just, you look beautiful,” she said breezily.
“Thank you,” she smiled her mega-watt smile and Briseis swallowed hard, staring down at the pizza she was about to put in the oven.
“Well, I think I’ll follow your lead and take a shower. Spending all day around murder makes me feel unclean,” she said after setting the pizza timer and sliding it in.
“I’ll make sure you don’t ruin what has the potential to be a good pizza,” Emily joked.
“Hey! At least I can measure flour, Emily.” Emily laughed and Briseis disappeared. She heard the shower turn on and Emily began to look around the living room area. She had been so tired the night before she barely took a look around. Now she noticed the row of four pictures on the mantle. One was Briseis and two people who looked like her parents, one of Briseis as a child in a soccer jersey holding up a plastic gold trophy with a grin on her face, another of her, two other girls and two men posing in a run down white temple in what Emily assumed was Greece, but the fourth picture puzzled her. Briseis was standing in the snow, a wool cap on her head, a black peacoat buttoned tightly. Standing next to her was a woman, one of the women from the previous picture. She looked partly Indian and Emily admired her beauty. Her features were perfect, statuesque and stunning. Briseis had her arm around her and their heads were inclined towards each other as they smiled at the camera.
To anybody else it would look like two friends in the falling snow, but Emily noted something different about them. The way the woman fit into Briseis’ arms, the closeness of their bodies and the content in their eyes led Emily to believe she was Briseis’ girlfriend. Suddenly she felt very bad for snooping, even though the pictures were in plain view. She sat down on the couch and let the smell of cooking pizza fill her nose.
Half an hour later Briseis came out. She was wearing black socks that went over he knees, black flats with a small heel, a navy blue dress that went mid thigh, leaving a few inch gap between the socks and hem. She had a gray cardigan in her hands and she tossed it on the sofa.
“Woah, you scared me!” She said when she noticed Emily sitting next to where she’d tossed the cardigan.
“Sorry!” Emily stood up. “You look wonderful,” she gave Briseis a once over.
“Thanks.” Briseis went over to check the time and the timer. It was almost 7 now and the pizza would be ready in just a few minutes.
“Do you mind me asking who that woman is in the picture over there?” Emily asked, pointing to the picture on the mantle.
“Ambika,” she answered, standing next to Emily and looking at the picture. “Goddess of Destruction. She was my most serious girlfriend. We broke up about 6 months ago. I would take the picture down, but she was such a big part of my life I don’t think there’s anything wrong with keeping it up.”
“As long as it’s just nostalgic it’s normal,” Emily said carefully. Briseis smiled at the picture and turned around at the oven’s bing.
“Morgan, are you ready yet?” Reid said from his bed. He was reading a book he’d already read, long legs stretched out.
“Hold your horses, kid,” Morgan shouted from through the bathroom door. Reid knew Morgan took more time to get ready than most women did, but he still couldn’t believe he could spend so much time in there. The bathroom door opened and Morgan walked out, wearing jeans and a shiny black button down shirt with the top buttons undone.
“You’re wearing that to a club?” He asked, looking at Reid’s outfit. Reid looked down. He was in khaki slacks, a white shirt and a green sweatervest.
“What else am I supposed to wear?”
Morgan sighed and flipped the top of Reid’s suitcase.
“Hey!” He ignored the cries of protest and pulled out a rarely worn pair of jeans, a maroon shirt and black dress vest with a silk lining.
“This should do.” He tossed the clothes to Reid who walked into the bathroom to change. “I’m going to Garcia’s room, come on over when you’ve changed,” Morgan shouted, not waiting for Reid’s response. He walked down the hallway and knocked on the door.
“Whooo is it?” Penelope asked in a sing song voice.
“Prince Charming,” he answered with a smile on his face.
She whipped the door open and said “Hotch, I’ve been-oh, hey Derek.”
“Very funny, Garcia.” He walked in. “Where’s JJ?”
“She went to round up Hotch and Rossi. Probably breaking down their barricades.”
“You look stunning. Has anyone ever told you yellow is your color?” She looked down at the sunshine yellow dress she was wearing.
“Since when do you notice what ‘my color’ is?” He shrugged and sat down on the bed. “So Reid-“
“What is up with you today, baby doll? This is the second day you’ve brought up R…” he stopped and looked at her. She was innocently biting her lip and not meeting his eyes. “Look at me, Penelope.” She lifted her eyes and he stood up in front of her. “What’s going on?”
“Derek, it’s so obvious!” She said, tossing her hands in the air.
He glanced around, a little confused. “Then why am I completely oblivious?”
She took his hands in hers and sat him down on the bed. “Derek, baby, you know I love you. You know I’m in awe of your skills as a profiler and your above average level of intelligence, but you are so stupid sometimes.” He was still clueless. “You’re in love with Reid, Derek.”
His jaw dropped. “How on earth did you get that idea?”
“Think about it.” He did for several moments and then he flopped backwards onto her bed. She followed and turned her head to face him.
“How long have you known?” He asked.
“A while. You?”
“2 days after the Tobias incident.” Penelope took Derek’s hand in his.
“Why haven’t you told him?”
“You kidding me? I can barely admit this to myself. I couldn’t even tell you, sweetheart. I tell you everything. Plus, Reid’s not gay. I’m not gay!”
“I think you are,” she said, pointing out the flaw in his statement.
“I don’t think so. I think it’s just Reid. I can’t tell the kid. He won’t know what to do with that information.”
“You might want to stop calling the object of your desires ‘the kid’. It’s creepy.”
He sat up. “Oh god. What am I supposed to do? Now it’s real.”
“You’re supposed to go out and have a good time tonight. Flirt with Reid, be yourself. You’ll tell him when you’re ready. How could he say no to an Adonis like you?” He smiled but wasn’t very convincing. There was a knock on the door and Garcia opened it, letting Reid in. Even the socially inept Reid could sense something was wrong.
“What’s up, guys?”
“Nothing,” Penelope answered quickly. “Ready to go? JJ said she’d meet us downstairs with Hotch and Rossi.” Penelope lead the boys out, smiling to herself. She’d successfully managed to get Derek Morgan, man extraordinaire to admit he was in love with Dr. Spencer Reid. Now onto her other subjects- Reid, Emily and Briseis. She’d watched Briseis fall for Emily extremely quickly and she was watching Emily fall for her back. Time to strap on her cupid wings.
“There’s this illusion that homosexuals have sex and heterosexuals fall in love. That’s completely untrue. Everybody wants to be loved.” -Boy George
Author: GlassSnowdrop
Rating: T
Pairing: Emily/OC, Morgan/Reid, Garcia/OC
Summary: The BAU team travel to London to help out Scotland Yard with a case involving an unsub obsessed with Greek Mythology. Scotland Yard enlist the help of a young professor, and things get interesting.
“What is straight? A line can be straight, or a street, but the human heart, oh, no, it’s curved like a road through the mountains.” -Tennessee Williams
“So, do you guys want to go out tonight? Briseis has offered to show us a good time,” Emily asked the rest of the team once the day had dwindled away. Papers were scattered all over the table- lists of people, places, jobs, anything in the victimology that could possibly connect the four murdered people.
“Definitely,” Morgan agreed readily.
“I’m in,” JJ said, putting her files down.
“Of course,” Penelope chimed in. Their eyes went to Rossi, Hotch and Reid- the three least willing members of the team.
“Fine,” Rossi gave in under the women’s (and Morgan’s) stares.
“I can’t guarantee I’ll have fun,” Hotch warned.
“Pretty boy?” Morgan urged. Reid nodded half-heartedly and Penelope clapped her hands excitedly.
“So, pub, club- what are you in the mood for?” Briseis asked. “Or a mix?”
“Mix?” Penelope asked the rest of the team. They nodded in agreement.
“Sounds good. Here’s the address,” she wrote it down and gave it to Penelope.
“Meet you guys at 8? Time enough for dinner, leisure time, and what not.”
“Perfection!” Penelope said. “Come on, Morgan. Time to get your outfit input.” Morgan groaned and let himself be lead out of the building by his eccentric best friend. Reid and JJ followed, with Rossi and Hotch close behind. Emily and Briseis were trailing behind and they split up to go back to Briseis’ apartment.
“Alright, I’m going to make us some…” Briseis looked through her refrigerator. “some nothing. Brilliant.” She checked her watch. “I can make a pizza in three hours.”
“Make a pizza? Dough and everything?”
“Oh yes, Agent. I’m more than just a pretty face,” she teased, pulling out the ingredients. She set to work, instructing Emily to help with the measuring.
“You poured too much flower into the cup,” Briseis said, looking at what Emily had just poured. Emily sighed.
“The measuring system here is different. I’m not used to it anymore.”
“Anymore?”
“I lived in Rome for a lot of highschool,” she explained.
“You should be making the pizza!” Briseis exclaimed. Emily laughed, dipped her fingers in the flour and flicked it onto Briseis. Briseis laughed and then sneezed, sending more flour up in the air, coating Emily’s face in the white particles. The two women were reduced to fits of laughter for several minutes before they caught their breath.
Emily calmed herself and re-measured the flour, passing it to the cook.
“I’m going to take a shower, alright?” Emily asked. Briseis nodded, deep in thought about the pizza. Emily shut the bathroom door, locking it as she always did. Ever since she watched Psycho at her 14th birthday party she had always locked the bathroom door. She looked around the bathroom, profiling Briseis a bit. She felt bad doing it, but she wanted to know more about her.
The countertop was fairly organized, but cluttered. Emily imagined Briseis didn’t have a lot of time to spend tidying up, and she didn’t seem like a hugely organized person. She actually reminded Emily of Reid. They were both smart young people who, although they can think complicated things through, could neglect themselves sometimes. She pushed the thoughts out of her head and took a long shower. 45 minutes later she emerged, dressed and gorgeous. She had on a brilliant red silk dress cut just above her knees. The shade matched her lipstick and set her dark eyes smoldering. Her hair was tousled but not curled, and she looked-
“Beautiful,” Briseis muttered to herself as Emily walked out, black heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
“Did you say something?” Emily asked, looking up and sitting on one of the counter stools.
“Just, you look beautiful,” she said breezily.
“Thank you,” she smiled her mega-watt smile and Briseis swallowed hard, staring down at the pizza she was about to put in the oven.
“Well, I think I’ll follow your lead and take a shower. Spending all day around murder makes me feel unclean,” she said after setting the pizza timer and sliding it in.
“I’ll make sure you don’t ruin what has the potential to be a good pizza,” Emily joked.
“Hey! At least I can measure flour, Emily.” Emily laughed and Briseis disappeared. She heard the shower turn on and Emily began to look around the living room area. She had been so tired the night before she barely took a look around. Now she noticed the row of four pictures on the mantle. One was Briseis and two people who looked like her parents, one of Briseis as a child in a soccer jersey holding up a plastic gold trophy with a grin on her face, another of her, two other girls and two men posing in a run down white temple in what Emily assumed was Greece, but the fourth picture puzzled her. Briseis was standing in the snow, a wool cap on her head, a black peacoat buttoned tightly. Standing next to her was a woman, one of the women from the previous picture. She looked partly Indian and Emily admired her beauty. Her features were perfect, statuesque and stunning. Briseis had her arm around her and their heads were inclined towards each other as they smiled at the camera.
To anybody else it would look like two friends in the falling snow, but Emily noted something different about them. The way the woman fit into Briseis’ arms, the closeness of their bodies and the content in their eyes led Emily to believe she was Briseis’ girlfriend. Suddenly she felt very bad for snooping, even though the pictures were in plain view. She sat down on the couch and let the smell of cooking pizza fill her nose.
Half an hour later Briseis came out. She was wearing black socks that went over he knees, black flats with a small heel, a navy blue dress that went mid thigh, leaving a few inch gap between the socks and hem. She had a gray cardigan in her hands and she tossed it on the sofa.
“Woah, you scared me!” She said when she noticed Emily sitting next to where she’d tossed the cardigan.
“Sorry!” Emily stood up. “You look wonderful,” she gave Briseis a once over.
“Thanks.” Briseis went over to check the time and the timer. It was almost 7 now and the pizza would be ready in just a few minutes.
“Do you mind me asking who that woman is in the picture over there?” Emily asked, pointing to the picture on the mantle.
“Ambika,” she answered, standing next to Emily and looking at the picture. “Goddess of Destruction. She was my most serious girlfriend. We broke up about 6 months ago. I would take the picture down, but she was such a big part of my life I don’t think there’s anything wrong with keeping it up.”
“As long as it’s just nostalgic it’s normal,” Emily said carefully. Briseis smiled at the picture and turned around at the oven’s bing.
“Morgan, are you ready yet?” Reid said from his bed. He was reading a book he’d already read, long legs stretched out.
“Hold your horses, kid,” Morgan shouted from through the bathroom door. Reid knew Morgan took more time to get ready than most women did, but he still couldn’t believe he could spend so much time in there. The bathroom door opened and Morgan walked out, wearing jeans and a shiny black button down shirt with the top buttons undone.
“You’re wearing that to a club?” He asked, looking at Reid’s outfit. Reid looked down. He was in khaki slacks, a white shirt and a green sweatervest.
“What else am I supposed to wear?”
Morgan sighed and flipped the top of Reid’s suitcase.
“Hey!” He ignored the cries of protest and pulled out a rarely worn pair of jeans, a maroon shirt and black dress vest with a silk lining.
“This should do.” He tossed the clothes to Reid who walked into the bathroom to change. “I’m going to Garcia’s room, come on over when you’ve changed,” Morgan shouted, not waiting for Reid’s response. He walked down the hallway and knocked on the door.
“Whooo is it?” Penelope asked in a sing song voice.
“Prince Charming,” he answered with a smile on his face.
She whipped the door open and said “Hotch, I’ve been-oh, hey Derek.”
“Very funny, Garcia.” He walked in. “Where’s JJ?”
“She went to round up Hotch and Rossi. Probably breaking down their barricades.”
“You look stunning. Has anyone ever told you yellow is your color?” She looked down at the sunshine yellow dress she was wearing.
“Since when do you notice what ‘my color’ is?” He shrugged and sat down on the bed. “So Reid-“
“What is up with you today, baby doll? This is the second day you’ve brought up R…” he stopped and looked at her. She was innocently biting her lip and not meeting his eyes. “Look at me, Penelope.” She lifted her eyes and he stood up in front of her. “What’s going on?”
“Derek, it’s so obvious!” She said, tossing her hands in the air.
He glanced around, a little confused. “Then why am I completely oblivious?”
She took his hands in hers and sat him down on the bed. “Derek, baby, you know I love you. You know I’m in awe of your skills as a profiler and your above average level of intelligence, but you are so stupid sometimes.” He was still clueless. “You’re in love with Reid, Derek.”
His jaw dropped. “How on earth did you get that idea?”
“Think about it.” He did for several moments and then he flopped backwards onto her bed. She followed and turned her head to face him.
“How long have you known?” He asked.
“A while. You?”
“2 days after the Tobias incident.” Penelope took Derek’s hand in his.
“Why haven’t you told him?”
“You kidding me? I can barely admit this to myself. I couldn’t even tell you, sweetheart. I tell you everything. Plus, Reid’s not gay. I’m not gay!”
“I think you are,” she said, pointing out the flaw in his statement.
“I don’t think so. I think it’s just Reid. I can’t tell the kid. He won’t know what to do with that information.”
“You might want to stop calling the object of your desires ‘the kid’. It’s creepy.”
He sat up. “Oh god. What am I supposed to do? Now it’s real.”
“You’re supposed to go out and have a good time tonight. Flirt with Reid, be yourself. You’ll tell him when you’re ready. How could he say no to an Adonis like you?” He smiled but wasn’t very convincing. There was a knock on the door and Garcia opened it, letting Reid in. Even the socially inept Reid could sense something was wrong.
“What’s up, guys?”
“Nothing,” Penelope answered quickly. “Ready to go? JJ said she’d meet us downstairs with Hotch and Rossi.” Penelope lead the boys out, smiling to herself. She’d successfully managed to get Derek Morgan, man extraordinaire to admit he was in love with Dr. Spencer Reid. Now onto her other subjects- Reid, Emily and Briseis. She’d watched Briseis fall for Emily extremely quickly and she was watching Emily fall for her back. Time to strap on her cupid wings.
“There’s this illusion that homosexuals have sex and heterosexuals fall in love. That’s completely untrue. Everybody wants to be loved.” -Boy George