Bu shi wo. That's Chinese for not mine, at least I think it is and even if it is not, the English is still true.
5/2 Did small edit to very end. Nothing story pertinent changed though.~~~19~~~
When we were children, we used to think that when we were grown-up we would no longer be vulnerable. But to grow up is to accept vulnerability... To be alive is to be vulnerable. Madeleine L'Engle
The team had offered Dawn a ride back to DC on their jet. It had been an interesting ride back. Unlike Scooby parties, the BAU’s was more quiet and less junk food filled. But Morgan had actually chatted with her. She had been unable to get any alone time with Reid, however, to finish their conversation. For his part, he had said little the whole flight. JJ seemed to be the only one to notice, but didn’t comment.
They finally landed and disembarked. At the end of the terminal, they stopped to say goodbye. Dawn insisted on hugs all around, even Hotch.
“It’s been insightful,” Rossi commented.
“Thanks, I think.” Dawn wrinkled her nose. To Morgan, she said, “Don’t forget to tell Garcia ‘Glenda’ says hello.”
“Take care,” said JJ as she returned Dawn’s embrace.
Dawn finally turned to Reid. “You fear yourself, what you could become. I know what it’s like to be afraid of what’s inside you. Let me tell you: Our job requires us to dance the line of sanity. The difference between us and the ones we hunt is that they are alone. We are not. You have an entire team on standby to pull you from the fire if you get too close. You just have to make sure you keep them in the loop. It’s a two way street.”
He asked, “Who do you have?”
“An entire army with the power to make sure I never go shopping again.” With a grin, she tip-toed for a quick kiss, turned and ran for her terminal.
Reid cocked his head, quite resembling a puppy trying to figure out a strange new noise. “She said ‘hunt.’”
Morgan slapped the younger agent on the back and barked a laugh. “Reid, the girl kissed you and that is all you can say?”
...A few days later, back in nowhere USA, recently home to a wanna-be Mayor and now home to a new mini-crater…
A man walked up to the counter at the sherrif’s station.
“Can I help you?” asked the deputy on the duty.
“I’m here to take custody my niece. I have all of the paperwork here. Her parents died a couple days ago. The child services’ people said you were notified I’d be coming by.”
“Oh, yeah, the last kidnapped kid. Glad they caught the bastards.” The deputy handed the man a clipboard and form. “She is charming the sherrif’s secretary as we speak. I will just need to you fill this out and give me a picture ID to photocopy, Mr. Harris.”~~~19~~~
And that is the end of this one. There is potentially another one niggling the back of my brain, but it needs to gestate for a while. In the meantime, there may be one-shots.
A GREAT big thank you to all the reviewers. 100 at the time of this posting. The heart cockles of my heart are nice and toasty. You each get a floppy puppy with wet kisses.