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   This had been what Addie had been looking for when she left home: friendly and unique people, to see the crumbling stone and the rainbow of conversations, to find a passion and a purpose. She had found her freedom, even if it was only temporary. Still, it was unlike anything else she had experienced. She could talk with whomever she pleased without worrying about speaking out of turn or carelessly tossing about what could have been taken as an insult. Her grandfather wasn’t there to micromanage the life she was leading, and she could for once be herself. Addie could let her words spill freely and her emotions flood through the surrou

   “Addie? Adeline?!” the concerned voice jerked the girl from her trance-like state and back to the present.   It was her, he could see that clearly now. Adeline had been the young woman Courfeyrac had found being beaten in the street? A look of pure grief and horror crossed over the brother’s face, hidden only when he pulled her into a lung-crushing embrace. Addie winced against the pressure, but hugged him back nonetheless. Moments ago she had been worried Marius would hate her. Now she only felt relief and security, something that she hadn’t really realized she’d been missing ever since he had left.   The

   Adeline could barely keep her eyes open as the blonde man effortlessly carried her throughout the alleys. Now that she had some time to think about it, this man could easily be some serial killer that was going to slit her throat as soon as they got far enough away from civilization. For some reason she doubted that, but that may have been the naïve and innocent part of her sneaking through. But still, who was this man?   "Do you have a name?" she asked him groggily.   He paused in his steps to smile down at her with one eyebrow raised.   "Of course I do, why wouldn't I have a name? It's Courfeyrac if you were wondering."   Sh

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   Adeline Pontmercy, known as "Addie" to everyone except for her grandfather, anxiously tumbled through the sea of peasants swarming the slums of Paris. Her rather nice pale blue frock jerked around her as the fabric was smudged and nearly torn in the stampede of people. She really shouldn't have been out of the house, seeing that neither her grandfather, nor her older brother Marius wanted her out in the street.   "An enclosed area filled with thieves, convicts, beggars, and pimps is no place for an eighteen year old woman," they said.   Addie disagreed. She could take care of herself and she was sick of living a proper, boring, bourgeo

Let Her Go Well you only need the light when it's burning low Only miss the sun when it starts to snow Only know you love her when you let her go    It had been one month, an entire month of mourning and solemnity in the BAU. Most having at degrees in psychology, they all knew that sooner or later they would have to accept the loss and move on, but none of them wanted to. The building was duller, less alive with your absence. Morgan was no longer joking and Garcia was barely speaking. Elle and JJ were handling your death better than the others, at least in public, but then there was Reid- Reid who had held you in his arms as the

 WARNING: CONTAINS SOME VIOLENCE    Immeasurable   You’d had it all wrong. This wasn’t the everyday case of paranoid schizophrenia that you and the rest of the BAU had thought it had been, no it was so much more than that. The unsub was an organized killer, likely an experienced white male in his late thirties to early forties. This couldn’t have been his first psychotic break either. He was going to kill again, now you could almost be sure.     The second victim's situation was so much worse than the first, signs of pre-mortem mutilation through burns, lacerations, abrasions, and contusions prese

      It was your first day on the job as a part of the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit. You'd been working most of your life to get there and become the best of the best at criminal profiling, and finally you almost were. You had already turned down the BAU’s offer twice due to schooling, and after finally obtaining a master’s in biology, you felt you were ready to take on the actual job. Turns out everyone there thought you had been ready a long time ago.     Right now you was starting to regret not actually starting to work sooner. The Quantico building was amazing, the people were fantastic, and

A traveling man, Sitting alone In his magic blue box, That he calls his home His Ponds are now gone, But the River remains Still, without the three, Things won't be the same The girl who waited no longer will wait, The last centurion will stay share the same fate, But that doesn't mean the raggedy man should be alone No one deserves to be alone, Not even the Doctor in his magic blue box that he calls his home

Hearts pounding, Thoughts racing, You and me against the world, Death won't do us apart Feet flying, Shots firing, Battles of wit and reflection, Emotion, Sacrifice, Genius Adrenaline Pumping, Figures conspiring, Where's the boredom gone Now that I have you, You have me? The whispers in the night, Dangers beyond compare, Murder and mystery, I will always be there