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thepouncer.livejournal.com) wrote in
crack_van2007-12-12 09:23 pm
Entry tags:
All In A Night's Work by Lenore (NC-17)
Fandom: CRIMINAL MINDS
Pairing: Reid/m, Reid/Hotch
Author on LJ:
scribblinlenore
Author Website: Lenore's Stories
Why this must be read:
I feel like the opening paragraphs sell this one beautifully. If you're not curious to see how Reid reacts on a date, than you're a better person than I.
The table is tucked away in a quiet corner, between a pillar and a potted palm, no one paying the least bit of attention. Still, Spencer can't decide what to with his hands. On the table, he knows, is rude, but folding them in his lap makes him feel like a girl. Not to be sexist, of course. He likes girls. It seems important to remind himself of this as he waits for his Internet date, "a successful 40-something male seeking male 25-40 for something more than just a good time."
Local newspapers have taken to calling their unsub the Gay Ripper, a serial killer preying on young homosexual men in the D.C. area, a string of seven gruesome murders in less than three months. The press continues to treat the attacks as random, but at the BAU, they know it's all very carefully planned, the men specifically targeted, each one found in clothes he'd wear to go out, stomach contents suggesting dinner at an expensive restaurant only hours before death, all the victims frequent visitors to the personals on Carl's List.
We haven't been able to find a computer trail, so we need to lure the unsub to us, Hotch had told Spencer. We've developed a personal ad based on the ones placed by our victims, but we need someone to play the part. Are you up for it?
All In A Night's Work
Pairing: Reid/m, Reid/Hotch
Author on LJ:
Author Website: Lenore's Stories
Why this must be read:
I feel like the opening paragraphs sell this one beautifully. If you're not curious to see how Reid reacts on a date, than you're a better person than I.
The table is tucked away in a quiet corner, between a pillar and a potted palm, no one paying the least bit of attention. Still, Spencer can't decide what to with his hands. On the table, he knows, is rude, but folding them in his lap makes him feel like a girl. Not to be sexist, of course. He likes girls. It seems important to remind himself of this as he waits for his Internet date, "a successful 40-something male seeking male 25-40 for something more than just a good time."
Local newspapers have taken to calling their unsub the Gay Ripper, a serial killer preying on young homosexual men in the D.C. area, a string of seven gruesome murders in less than three months. The press continues to treat the attacks as random, but at the BAU, they know it's all very carefully planned, the men specifically targeted, each one found in clothes he'd wear to go out, stomach contents suggesting dinner at an expensive restaurant only hours before death, all the victims frequent visitors to the personals on Carl's List.
We haven't been able to find a computer trail, so we need to lure the unsub to us, Hotch had told Spencer. We've developed a personal ad based on the ones placed by our victims, but we need someone to play the part. Are you up for it?
All In A Night's Work

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and thanks for reccing, Pouncer ^_^