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thefroggTitle: And the World Cried Out
Author: Frogg
Beta: Fireness
Rating: FRT-13, slash
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Damnit.
Warnings: Character death.
Challenge: 50episodes – Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid
Table: 2
Prompt: 26. Gun
Word Count: 184
Author's Note: Can be read as either a standalone or as a companion piece to Knowledge and Innocence. Formerly Innocent Blood
Author: Frogg
Beta: Fireness
Rating: FRT-13, slash
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Damnit.
Warnings: Character death.
Challenge: 50episodes – Criminal Minds, Morgan/Reid
Table: 2
Prompt: 26. Gun
Word Count: 184
Author's Note: Can be read as either a standalone or as a companion piece to Knowledge and Innocence. Formerly Innocent Blood
The door burst open, banging against the inside wall with a dull thud as the lead SWAT agent rushed in.
"Clear!"
Morgan barely managed to keep from running over the officers in front of him, sparing the dead hostages to his left no attention.
Once inside, he pulled up short, dread and hope filling him.
Breath hitched, chest growing tight as Morgan slowly approached the bodies in the middle of the room. Glass shards glittered like stars against dark clothing and the spreading pool of blood on the floor.
"Morgan." Gideon, behind him. A hand gripped his shoulder.
He shook it off, drawing closer, slipping his gun back in its holster.
The unsub was gone, unrecognizable, head all but missing after being hit by heavy caliber bullets. Morgan pushed the corpse aside, gentle only out of consideration for the body beneath.
Knowing, and not caring, that the blood and glass would ruin his pants, Morgan knelt, brushing pieces of window from sandy brown hair before carefully rolling the slender body over.
Reid stared up at him, eyes wide, guileless and blank in death.
~~~the end~~~
"Clear!"
Morgan barely managed to keep from running over the officers in front of him, sparing the dead hostages to his left no attention.
Once inside, he pulled up short, dread and hope filling him.
Breath hitched, chest growing tight as Morgan slowly approached the bodies in the middle of the room. Glass shards glittered like stars against dark clothing and the spreading pool of blood on the floor.
"Morgan." Gideon, behind him. A hand gripped his shoulder.
He shook it off, drawing closer, slipping his gun back in its holster.
The unsub was gone, unrecognizable, head all but missing after being hit by heavy caliber bullets. Morgan pushed the corpse aside, gentle only out of consideration for the body beneath.
Knowing, and not caring, that the blood and glass would ruin his pants, Morgan knelt, brushing pieces of window from sandy brown hair before carefully rolling the slender body over.
Reid stared up at him, eyes wide, guileless and blank in death.
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Date: 2007-04-27 05:54 am (UTC)The first thought through my head after re-reading this was:
Oh my god! They killed Spencer! You bastard!
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Date: 2007-04-27 10:08 am (UTC)luv ye :), great ficlet
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Date: 2007-04-27 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
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