alti_angel (alti_angel) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2013-01-01 14:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: alti_angel, dec24, dec27, dec28, dec29, fandom: criminal minds, year: 2012 |
Dec 24,Dec 27-29, Criminal Minds, Reid, Mistletoe & Told you So & Soft and Still & Memory Holder
Title: Mistletoe Appreciation
Author: alti_angel (altaira)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Reid
Rating: PG
Word Count: 260ish
Disclaimer: The characters within do not belong to me
Prompt: dec 24 mistletoe
A/N: not beta read
Mistletoe had always sat rather high on the list of things Spencer Reid really didn’t like about Christmas season.
They never really had it around his house growing up, although his mom always said his dad had it hanging pretty much everywhere at his work. It took several years before he figured out what his mom was accusing his dad of. It took another year and an impromptu stop at his dad’s work to realize his mom might have been right and that particular rant probably wasn’t paranoia.
It wasn’t a popular thing to keep around grade schools, nor was it allowed in the junior high he attended. High schools was his first real experience with the plant and well, let’s just say all experiences with in in high school were so bad he was never ever sharing. If fact he preferred to not even think about it.
Winter breaks were always spent home, with his mom, while he attended university. It wasn’t until he joined the FBI he really ever had any reason to think about Mistletoe.
Garcia caught him under it first. She covered his face in kisses, leaving bright pink marks that Gideon washed off before could be seen by anyone outside their team. He wasn’t fond of attack kisses though and the plant wasn’t endearing. He let himself be caught by Garcia once a year though. It made her happy.
It wasn’t until he’d been working with the BAU for nearly eight years that anyone else ever caught him under the blasted plant…and Reid considered it not such a horrid bit of green after all.
Title: Told You So
Author: alti_angel (altaira)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Reid
Rating: PG
Word Count: 140
Disclaimer: The characters within do not belong to me
Prompt: dec 27 –ice skating
A/N: not Beta read
Reid offered to take photos. Surely the endeavor ought to be captured for prosperity.
He told them he should sit off to the side and be the person who watched and cheered.
He reminded them that everyone would be much safer if one member of their party was where they could get help easily.
The rest of the team didn’t listen and so Reid found himself on ice skates, for all of fifteen minutes.
The rest of the three hours they were supposed to be ice skating Reid spent at the ER waiting for stitches to close the blood gushing gaping hole in his head, curtsey of Morgan’s left ice skate and the cut across his left arm, curtsey of Garcia’s right ice skate.
And he hadn’t even been the cause of the massive crash, just caught in the middle.
Title: Soft and Still
Author: alti_angel
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Reid
Rating: PG
Word Count: 140
Disclaimer: The characters within do not belong to me
Prompt: Dec 28, falling snow
A/N: not beta read
Reid considered the afternoon just about perfect. A day off, no work, not calls about cases that just came in. Soft music drifting through the apartment. Cinnamon scented candles flickering and throwing light against shelves and walls and casting interesting shadows in the fading winter light.
Hot chocolate with crushed candy cane to spice it up sitting on the chair side table. Multiple books to just get lost in, none with much redeeming value. Romance and erotica novels, all of them…some even same gendered. A soft fleece blanket to cuddle up in and soup and fresh rolls for dinner. Even freshly baked cookies…all curtsey of Ms. Fitzpatrick two doors down who loved to cook and feed everyone she could.
And outside a soft snow fall floating down past his window, which he didn’t have to go out in for three more days!
Title: Memory Holder
Author: alti_angel (altaira)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Reid
Rating: PG
Word Count: 371
Disclaimer:. Not mine
Prompt: Dec 29 wreath
A/N: Not beta read
Spencer Reid had one Christmas item the he had moved about with him after he’d had his mother committed, one single item they had used during the holiday season which he hadn’t pack away and stuck in storage.
It wasn’t very big, just the size of a dinner plate.
It wasn’t very fancy.
It was a small pine cone wreath. His mom said that it was the type of wreath her mom loved and she had made it for them when Spencer was three. He sat with her, handing her the small pine cones and watched as she wired them to the form. She told him about Christmas with her family, before…
Before she’d gone off to college clear across the country to a Godless city of sin, studying a useless subject like Literature and aiming to become a professor instead of focusing on being a wife and mother and getting married right out of high school to the nice boy across town, whose family would be a good family to have connections to even though the son (nice as he was) had already been nearly arrested six or seven times for beating on his girlfriends. (His daddy was the DA and his uncle the sheriff, nothing even stuck.)
Before she’d gone and married someone from out where she was living without the proper connections and who would add nothing to the family. Someone who didn’t even promise to raise up the next generation to the Lord.
She spoke of baking cookies and making candy. Of delivering homemade jams and jelly to the neighbors and waiting to see what their neighbors brought them. She spoke of ice skating on the pond and going to the town’s Christmas party and dance and always having a fancy dress with ribbons and lace in bright red or green. She told of hearing her grandpa read the children tales whenever her dad wasn’t home to stop him.
It was about the only time she spoke of before. She wove the only stories Spencer remembers her telling of her childhood into the pine cone wreath. Each cone a story, a memory, a name to be recalled when Spencer was older and wondered from where he came.