harvey & sons

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Thank you all for coming. I’m Lily. I was married to Gordon for almost 30 years. We didn’t make it the whole 30 and for a long time, I considered myself a failure because of that. But Gordon didn’t. A few years after our divorce, I wanted to apologize for things not working out. He just smiled and said: “Lily, what the hell are you talking about? We achieved something together that neither one of us could have done on our own.” Our sons. Harvey and Marcus. When Gordon was on the road, he would call home six times a day to check on them. “Did they eat enough dinner? Had they done homework? How many points did Marcus score? Did Harvey get his tux for the prom?” Gordon was proud of a lot of things in his life, but none of it compared to how proud he was of them.

Here to Help - Spencer Reid

Part 2

Spencer x Reader

Summary: A case hit home for one of the BAU team but none of the others know why or how to help

Part 1


You had just gotten the case files together was were slowly making your way towards the conference room making sure you didn’t drop them. ‘I thought we were on paperwork today and not cases?’ Morgan’s voice floated through the open door as JJ entered before you. ‘We are but a case needed our attention’ Hotch told the team as JJ sat. ‘Alright’ The team looked at JJ and she just shrugged. ‘I don’t know anything about it, it didn’t come through me’ She explained and they all looked slightly confused.

At that you stepped into the room. ‘That’s because it came through me’ You announced and their heads turned to you. You leaned forwards landing the armful of files you had onto the wood. ‘I flagged a case when I started at the BAU’ You began separating files and passing them across to each of your team. ‘This morning I got a call about it’ You reached over to the center and grabbed the remote for the board. ‘Twenty two years ago a man names Joshua Penican started invading family homes and killing them’ You clicked the mouse and a police drawn portrait of the man came up. ‘This sketch is about twenty years old and the only thing we have to go on’ You walked around the table. 

You let your hand brush off Spencer’s shoulder as you went hoping the small gesture would help show him you were sorry, until you could talk to him properly after. ‘All together he’s killed over 24 families, for the first few years it was only one at a time’ You clicked again and the older crime scene photos came up. ‘Then he began killing in sprees of two or threes. His killing are so periodic no one knows when or where he will strike next’ You looked away from the photos a shudder going down your spine. ‘It’s never yearly but never any more than 4 years between sprees’ You began clicking again. ‘He always targets families with five people in it, a mother, killed by overdose’ You clicked and a photo of a woman in a chair came up. ‘Father, single gunshot to the head’ Again another click. ‘Two daughters’ Two more clicks and their photos came up. ‘And a boy’ Again you clicked but didn’t look at the screen. 

Rossi was flicking through the paper. ‘there was a survivor, a young girl about twenty years ago’ He looked up. You nodded. ‘Yes, that’s where the police got their sketch’ He nodded. ‘There’s a profile in here’ Morgan glanced up at you. ‘Has the BAU worked this case before?’ You shook your head clicking the remote and the screen went blank. ‘No, that profile is mine, a few years ago I heard about the murders of three more families and went down there’ JJ nodded. ‘I remember that, one day you just took off on holiday’ You shrugged. ‘I went to work the case unofficially and gave the cops this profile’ You told her.

Turning back to the screen you clicked on the new images. ‘About twenty minutes ago I got a phone call from a Detective Grenly saying he had struck again, a family of five had been found dead an hour earlier, same MO’ You clicked and the crime scene photos again came up. You flinched when the photo of the oldest girl came on the screen and turned away. And being in a room full of profilers one of them noticed, Spencer. ‘Only this time, the son, Jason Harvey fifteen, survived as the unsub was interrupted while trying to strangle him’ You crossed your arms. ‘I told the police we’d help’ The team nodded. ‘Wheels up in twenty’ Hotch said as he stood. The team nodded agreeing and the room began to clear.

You waited for them to go. ‘Spencer?’ You called just before he left the room and he turned. ‘I’m sorry about this morning’ He just crossed his arms. ‘That was the case file you had hidden in your desk wasn’t it?’ You nodded pulling out a chair and sitting. ‘Yeah, listen I am really sorry about snapping’ Spencer sighed slightly and walked back into the room uncrossing his arms. He sat taking the seat beside you. ‘I’ve never seen you react like that, and I’ve known you almost seven years’ You sighed and glanced at the lone case folder on the table, yours. ‘This case, it’s always been one I’ve known when we had a lead, I just-I wanted to get it to Hotch. I’ve tried for so long to catch this guy and I don’t know what came over me’ You closed your eyes with a long sigh

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Message in a Bottle

It was quiet; quiet enough that Harvey could finally let out the breath he was holding (figuratively) the whole night. One of his final duties now complete- the bachelor party. He looks over to where Mike is passed out on his couch. Kid never could hold his liquor he thinks to himself, all the while pouring himself a stiff drink. Harvey knows he has two more duties before this nightmare is over- write the best man’s speech and then stand quietly next to the man he loves and watch him marry someone else. There is no doubt in his mind he can do this- he can. He has been lying all of his life, what’s one more day? With that final morose thought meant to be encouragement, he puts pen to paper.

Two hours later, Harvey is surrounded by crumpled papers, each a tell tale sign of a mind in turmoil. Sure, they all start off good, but somehow, someway, Harvey’s own feelings slip in between the lines. How is he supposed to say all the wonderful things he thinks about Mike while not sounding like a man in love with the groom?

“Fuck this,” he utters as another page gets ripped from his legal pad and lands across the room. He quickly pours his second, maybe third drink. After a healthy swallow he picks up the pen and tries again.

Mike,

I knew you were something special the moment you crashed into my interviews. Beyond that annoying cockiness and bleeding heart was a man on the verge of greatness. It took some grooming, some time and a little attitude adjustment, but we finally got you presentable to the point that Rachel noticed. It was touch and go for a time, but not once did I doubt that the remarkable man I saw glimpses of that day would emerge and take the world by storm. I know that in Rachel you have found your true happiness and I dare anyone to try and stand in the way of you both getting the love you deserve. They say that no matter the path, the true destination always awaits us. And it has been a journey for the both of you. May your path now joined bring you everything you both have ever wished for, today, tomorrow and always. I stand before you, family, friends and guests and present to you Mr. and Mrs. Michael Ross.

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