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Research by editor frog (PG)
Fandom: CRIMINAL MINDS
Pairing: none
Length: 15,469 words
Author on LJ: none that I'm aware of
Author Website: Fan Fiction dot Net Profile
Why this must be read:
Criminal Minds isn't a fandom that is prone to whimsical or funny stories, so this one is a gem for providing laughs while still keeping the characters true to the show. It is also one of the most unique applications of profiling, and the joke just doesn't get old, but remains fresh chapter after chapter.
There were lights blinking in the old storage closet.
It was after five o’clock, and Emily was just packing up her things for the night. For once, the team didn’t have a case looming; they’d just gotten back from Delaware after catching a pair of serial killers who enjoyed torturing their victims by dragging them behind a fishing trawler in the ice-crusted ocean.
What the hell is going on in here? she wondered, leaning against the door to listen. There were strange sounds emitting from the tiny space—wild laughs, shouts, explosions, and the sound of…
“Okay, what the…” Emily said to herself as she opened the door. What she saw nearly made her drop her things in shock. In an overstuffed desk chair was Reid, staring intently at a film playing against the white concrete-block wall of the closet. And he was laughing.
“Reid?”
The young man nearly jumped a foot in the air, turning to discern the unexpected intruder. “Emily,” he said, looking meek. “Wh-what are you doing in here?”
“I was gonna ask you the same…” Suddenly the fat dog-like character was falling down the stairs, and the sight made her giggle.
“It’s research,” Reid said, gesturing up at the screen.
“Research?” Now the woman was intrigued.
Research by editor frog
Pairing: none
Length: 15,469 words
Author on LJ: none that I'm aware of
Author Website: Fan Fiction dot Net Profile
Why this must be read:
Criminal Minds isn't a fandom that is prone to whimsical or funny stories, so this one is a gem for providing laughs while still keeping the characters true to the show. It is also one of the most unique applications of profiling, and the joke just doesn't get old, but remains fresh chapter after chapter.
There were lights blinking in the old storage closet.
It was after five o’clock, and Emily was just packing up her things for the night. For once, the team didn’t have a case looming; they’d just gotten back from Delaware after catching a pair of serial killers who enjoyed torturing their victims by dragging them behind a fishing trawler in the ice-crusted ocean.
What the hell is going on in here? she wondered, leaning against the door to listen. There were strange sounds emitting from the tiny space—wild laughs, shouts, explosions, and the sound of…
“Okay, what the…” Emily said to herself as she opened the door. What she saw nearly made her drop her things in shock. In an overstuffed desk chair was Reid, staring intently at a film playing against the white concrete-block wall of the closet. And he was laughing.
“Reid?”
The young man nearly jumped a foot in the air, turning to discern the unexpected intruder. “Emily,” he said, looking meek. “Wh-what are you doing in here?”
“I was gonna ask you the same…” Suddenly the fat dog-like character was falling down the stairs, and the sight made her giggle.
“It’s research,” Reid said, gesturing up at the screen.
“Research?” Now the woman was intrigued.
Research by editor frog