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gerec · 1 year

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hii this is really angsty, but do you have any recs for fics where Charles dies in Erik’s arms, or vice versa?

There are a lot of amazing angsty fics with MCD in this fandom; these are my favorites with either Charles or Erik dying in the other's arms. :0

Not Alone by TurtleTotem

What if that deflected bullet had hit Charles in the chest instead of the spine?

Robbers by dsrobertson

1933. Bank robber AU. The Bureau of Investigation are after Public Enemy Number Two, bank robber Erik Lehnsherr. Charles Xavier is fiancé to Special Agent Moira MacTaggart. A closet homosexual, Charles visits the Manhattan pansy club scene and meets Max Eisenhardt. Only as time goes on, Max Eisenhardt turns out to be Erik Lehnsherr. Public Enemy Number Two. Charles learns exactly what happens when you accidentally fall in love with a male bank robber in 1930s America.

where all the poets went to die by faerie_ground

In a world where Erik leaves the submarine without his helmet, things turn very, very wrong.

sitting with destiny by faerie_ground

Charles starts getting visions of the future after the battle with Apocalypse. It doesn't exactly go well, and only worsens when he receives a vision about Erik's death.

who fear are lost by Katbelle

She just sees the two of them, facing each other from two different sides of the same table. Maybe they miss each other, maybe they can't live without each other. Lots of maybes. And then someone screams.

Legion by lavvyan

For the prompt "No divorce on the beach - Charles goes with Erik": Charles may be dead, but that doesn't mean he's gone.

If I could walk back to yesterday, I would by sareyen

Charles had braced himself for the pain. He knew that when Erik would push the coin through Shaw's head that he would inadvertently push it into his. He knew that he would feel the slow, torturous drag of metal through his skin, his brain tissue, his mind. He had even prepared for the heartbreak and the betrayal, because once Erik had put on Shaw's helmet, Charles's heart had already shattered to pieces.

But when Charles's mind was fractured by the coin, he hadn't been prepared to lose a part of himself he could not bear to live without.

Because without a mind he had no telepathy, and without telepathy, Charles was...

Human.

Or: Charles loses his telepathy after Cuba, and all the pain that follows.

These Violent Delights Have Violent Ends by cgf_kat

Erik returns, weeks after Cuba, to find Charles on his deathbed. Charles asks him to stay. Erik refuses to believe that all is lost...especially considering that Charles's condition is his fault.

Minifill: Yesterday by Anon (kinkmeme)

Prompt: Charles gets pregnant before the Divorce and finds out months later that no, this isn't some tumor growing in his gut, it's a baby. Because there's no precedent for this, there's no way to know if aborting could kill him so he carries the kid to term.

He goes into labor, but doesn't tell anyone until he's been pushing for hours and he's exhausted. When help finally arrives, he's lost blood and energy and he reaches out for Erik, only Charles can only show Erik images of what's happening because he's just too drained for anything else.

By the time Erik realizes what's happening and gets to the Mansion, Charles is weak and barely alive. He dies in Erik's arms.

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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years

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Secret's Out

Summary: Request! Reid and Y/N are secretly dating, but their business doesn't stay their business for long.

Warnings: Criminal Minds level violence

Word Count: 2974

a/n: Thank you for the request! I hope you like it :)

Sorry this took forever! It took me a while to think of case details that I liked and then I kept rewriting parts. I think I'm finally happy with it though!

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"Spencer!" You pushed him away. "The doors could open at any moment! How are we supposed to keep this a secret if Morgan walks in on us kissing in the elevator?" You raised a brow at him.

"On average, elevators travel at a speed of 200 ft/min or about 4 seconds per floor. Being on the fifth floor means we have about 20 seconds to ourselves." He smiled triumphantly.

"Yeah, until someone surprises us on floor 3." You rolled your eyes, stepping out of the doors once they opened.

"I can't help it. I'm just... really happy with you." He whispered softly.

"I'm really happy too." You smiled at him. You were about to lean in when the elevator doors opened once again to reveal JJ and Emily.

"Hey guys, ready for another case?" Emily glanced between you suspiciously, but thankfully didn't ask any prying questions.

"Yep, let's go!" You turned quickly, walking into the round table room without so much as a glance back at the three agents by the elevator.

"What's with her?" JJ questioned.

"Said she didn't sleep well last night. Must be all the caffeine." He held his own cup off coffee up in solidarity before also walking to the round table room.

"Alright, we've got 3 dead in Billings, Montana. All three were law enforcement, and all three were found this morning around the city." You listened as Penelope introduced the details of the case.

"Could be someone who feels the police didn't do a good enough job protecting a loved one?" You threw out a theory.

"Or someone who feels wronged by the criminal justice system as a whole." Rossi added on.

"Either way, they likely won't stop until we catch them. Wheels up in 20." Hotch rose from his seat as he spoke, wasting no time in preparing for take off.

You all dispersed briefly to grab your go bags, meeting back at the SUVs to head to the jet.

Once boarded, it didn't take long for the conversation to start up again.

"When we land, L/N go to the morgue. Dave, Prentiss take the first and second crime scenes, they're only a mile apart. Morgan and Reid, check out the third scene. I'll head to the precinct with JJ."

With Hotch's instructions set, you took what little time you had left on the flight to go over the causes of death.

"Anything stand out to you on the bodies?" You asked the ME after going over the blunt force trauma and bullet wounds.

"There's tape residue and bruising on the wrists and ankles. Based on the state of bruising, they were likely held for about 3 days before they were killed."

"Thank you for your help." You shook hands, pulling out your phone to call Hotch.

"Hotchner."

"Hotch, they were held for days before they were killed. How did nobody notice they were missing?" There was nothing in the reports that indicated the victims were reported missing prior to being found.

"We just found the same pattern. They all used vacation days for various reasons in the days leading up to their deaths. Meet us back at the precinct and Reid can explain the whole pattern."

"Okay, I'm leaving now." You hung up just as you reached the SUV. Throughout the drive, you couldn't stop thinking that something wasn't adding up.

The victims were taken in the same day. It didn't make sense for the unsub not to escalate. So, why aren't any officers unaccounted for?

Suddenly, a truck crashed into your SUV, sending you flying off the road. A figure dressed in black opened the door and dragged you from the car.

"Agent L/N, it's so good to see you again." A male voice spoke, but you couldn't place it.

He hit you over the head with a handgun before dragging you to his own vehicle.

"Where's L/N?" Emily questioned when her and Rossi returned from the second dumpsite.

"On her way back from the ME." Hotch answered. "Did you find anything useful?"

"They truly are dumpsites. Both bodies were found by dumpsters, sending a pretty clear message." Dave replied.

"Same for the third site." Derek added on.

"All three victims were single and took time off leading up to their death. Nobody would've notice that they were missing until it was too late." Reid supplied the final bit of information gathered.

Hotch's phone rang before anyone else could comment. The frantic sound of Garcia's nails clicking against her keyboard echoed through the phone. She was talking before anyone could greet her.

"You need to see this, check your tablets."

Confused glances were exchanged as everyone, barring Reid, opened their tablets. Reid glanced over Morgan's shoulder to observe as well.

A seemingly live video that Garcia received a link to was streaming to the tablets.

A single woman sitting in a chair could be seen in the frame. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the chair with thick, gray tape and a bag was over her head.

"Garcia, what is this?" Hotch asked almost immediately.

"I was emailed the link just now. It's not streaming anywhere else online." Her reply came quickly, the sound of typing still filling in the silence.

"Can you trace it?" Rossi questioned.

"I'm trying, but it's being routed through multiple proxy servers."

"Did the email say anything?" Emily chimed in.

"No, it was just the link- Wait. I just got another email." She paused as the new email loaded. "It's addressed to Reid."

Every set of eyes in the room turned to Reid.

"What does it say?" He felt the nerves beginning to grow waiting for Garcia to read the words aloud.

"Dr. Reid,

I hope you remember me. What am I saying, of course you do. I've got something of yours that you might want back. You see Dr. Reid, you and your team ruined me. My family, my career, all of it, just gone. I thought I'd return the favor. A person's phone can be so informative. Tell me, does your team know about your girlfriend? I've so enjoyed getting reacquainted with her.

Happy hunting."

Spencer's face went white as he looked at Morgan's tablet again. His thoughts were racing. How did he not recognize you before? Even with the bag over your head, he should've known it was you.

"It's her." His words were barely a whisper.

"This is your girlfriend?" Morgan gestured to the screen again. Spencer could only nod in reply, his mind unable to focus on anything except you.

"Reid, listen to me. You've got to tell us everything you know about her. We'll have to split up. You can go back to Quantico with Emily and Morgan, the rest of us will stay here to work on our current case." Hotch was already devising a strategy to work both cases.

"There's no need." His words made sense to him, but sounded cryptic to the rest of the team.

"Kid, of course there is. We'll help you get her back." Morgan placed a hand on his shoulder, effectively shocking him back to the present situation.

"There's no need to split up because she's here. She's in Montana." Before he could continue, everyone was asking questions.

"Give me a phone number and I'll get you a location." Garcia was already typing away again.

"Are you sure she's here?" JJ's brows furrowed. She did her best to hide the hurt of her best friend hiding his girlfriend from her, again.

"Why would she be here?" Rossi added.

"How did she get here? Maybe we can track the transportation and figure out means of abduction." Emily was the only one thinking about the case.

Like ripping off a bandaid, Spencer blurted out the truth.

"It's Y/N."

He was met with silence in the room as everyone absorbed the information.

Garcia caught up first, a sudden gasp sounding through the phone.

"So, then that's Y/N... in the video..." Her voice wavered.

As if a switch was flipped, the team was back on the case.

"Garcia, get me a list of anyone who would have a grievance with the team." Hotch ordered.

"Go through anyone who was falsely accused. Start with cases in or around Montana. He would want to keep this close to home." Rossi specified.

"We've only had one case in Montana since Y/N joined the team." Reid supplied the knowledge as it came to him. "A name, I need a name." He muttered to himself, pulling his hair as he roughly ran his hands through it and over his face. "Garcia, look into Jameson Braddock."

"Got it." She immediately began a background check, searching through case files and news articles for additional information. "i'll get back to you with locations." With that, she hung up.

"Fill us in, kid. Who is Jameson Braddock." Morgan lead Reid to a chair, gently easing him into it.

"Our last case in Montana, Emily and I went to interview a witness." Emily nodded, the memories slowly coming back to her.

"He wasn't very forthcoming, and then he tried to run." She added on.

"Exactly, except he didn't make it very fair. We arrested him, but it turned out he was only guilty of selling alcohol to minors. When word of his arrest got out, the whole town thought it was for the serial rapes and murders we were investigating even though it was never confirmed."

"By the time we corrected the media, it was too late." JJ supplied, also remembering the man.

"So, he killed three officers just to draw us out back out here?" Morgan refocused the conversation on the current case.

"It looks that way now. The media knew we were coming, so he must have as well." Emily theororized. "If he followed us from the airport, he would've seen Y/N leave by herself."

"He likely didn't know about your relationship until he abducted her and went through her phone." Hotch paced the room.

"He's flaunting his power over us." Rossi chimed in just as Hotch's phone rang again.

"Garcia, what've you got?"

"Three addresses in Billings, Montana. Jameson Braddock has been on a downward spiral since your last trip there. His entire life fell apart, like he said. Divorced, his wife moved to Nebraska with their two kids. He lost his job at the high school, and was evicted from his house when he could no longer pay the bills." She listed the information quickly.

"He has ties to three addresses. Nobody has moved into his previous house, so it's vacant. He's got a small apartment in the northern part of the city which he pays for through working odd hours at Taco Bell. Finally, he briefly worked security at a now abandoned warehouse."

"An apartment wouldn't be enough space to hold her without the chance of someone hearing. She's not there." Rossi eliminated the location as an option.

"We'll split up to cover the warehouse and the house-" Hotch began, but Reid cut him off.

"No, we shouldn't split up. She's got to be at the house. The warehouse has no connection to his previous life. He wants revenge for our perceived wrongdoing, he wouldn't make his last stand at a new location." Reid was already putting on a bullet proof vest. Despite how his mind was racing, he refused to show how afraid he was.

"You're sure?" Morgan asked, on the fence about committing to one location.

"Absolutely." With that, Reid was out the door heading for the SUVs.

"Rossi, Emily head around back. I'll take the front with Reid. JJ and Morgan, the side door." Hotch instructed the team to split up upon arrival at the house.

Reid wasted no time in approaching the house. He was confident you were inside, but he didn't know what was happening to you.

The main floor was cleared quickly. Again, the team split up to cover the upper level and the basement.

Knowing you were likely downstairs, Reid immediately started that direction, JJ and Hotch following him.

It wasn't hard for him to find you. You were still tied to the chair in the middle of the room, bag over your head.

Before anyone could stop him, Reid lowered his gun and ran to you. He gently maneuvered the bag off your head, stopping his movements only when he felt something press into his back.

"Dr. Reid. So kind of you to join us." Braddock spoke maniacally, pressing the gun against Reid's head.

"Drop your weapon." Hotch commanded, but the man only cackled in response.

'Y/N... Y/N." Reid gently shook you in an attempt to wake you up.

"She can't hear you." Braddock singsonged.

"What did you do?" Reid tried to turn to him only to feel the gun press further into his head.

"Like I said in my email, you people ruined my life. They took everything from me, so I thought I'd try to return the favor." During his short speech, Braddock shifted just enough for JJ to get a clean shot.

He fell to the ground, gun clattering across the floor.

Reid moved quickly to remove the tape binding you to the chair while Hotch called for a medic in the basement.

The entire team watched as you were wheeled into the ambulance, still unconscious, none more scared than Spencer.

"She's going to be fine, Spence." JJ tried to reassure him, nonetheless his pacing continued.

"You don't know that. We don't even know what he did to her." He had one hand anxiously running through his hair, the other pinching the bridge of his nose in distress.

Just then, a doctor emerged from behind closed doors.

"F/N L/N." She called into the waiting room, slightly taken aback when the group of agents rushed to her.

"It was touch and go for a while, but she got here just in time." It was visible to even the least qualified profiler how relieved the team felt. Their previously tense shoulders relaxed, frowns turned to small smiles, wide eyes and raised brows pinched together with joy.

"What happened?" Emily posed the question everyone was thinking.

"In short, she was drugged. It's not clear what exactly was used, but it was likely a mix of drugs that attempted to stop her heart."

"Can we see her?" Morgan spoke next, cautiously eyeing Reid.

"You may, follow me." The doctor lead them through a series of hallways to your room. "She should be waking up soon."

With that the doctor left, allowing the team to file into the room. You looked strangely peaceful for someone who almost died.

"So..." JJ glanced between you and Spencer. "Girlfriend, huh?"

His eyes went wide. Instinctively, he turned to you for help, but you were still asleep. He opened his mouth to answer, but no words came out.

"Relax, kid." Morgan grinned. "We're happy as long as you two are happy."

Spencer smiled gratefully, looking at you with an adoring gaze. "We are happy."

"How long?' Emily gestured to your joined hands. Just before Spencer could answer, you groaned.

"I want to hear your guesses first." Your voice was raspy, but there was a clear smile on your face. "Also, what happened?"

The quickly explained the email Garcia received and the events that followed.

"Now that that's cleared up, do tell us how long you think we've been together. I know you've got a bet going." You narrowed your eyes, playfully glaring at each team member.

"4 months." Hotch begrudgingly admitted. JJ followed with 3 months, Derek and Rossi both betting 10 weeks, and Emily going with 6 weeks.

"Ha, you're all wrong." You smiled triumphantly, leaning closer to Spencer.

"Wait, we haven't heard from Garcia." Derek smirked as he rung her on speaker phone.

"Oh, my beautiful crime fighters. Y/N, are you okay?" Your smile widened at the concern in her voice.

"I am indeed, but I have a very important question for you." You glanced as Spencer briefly before continuing. "How long do you think Spence and I have been together?"

"Oh, I know this one!" Her excitement caught everyone but you off guard. "7 months, 2 weeks, and 3 days."

Spencer's jaw dropped as he stuttered out, "that's exactly right..."

"How'd you figure it out?" The group of profilers wore matching expressions of surprise as Penelope explained.

"Well, we had just finished testifying in the Bigelow trial. The whole team went out for drinks, and I could just see it in Y/N's eyes the next day that something wonderful happened. At first I just thought that she got some, but then I saw her and the good doctor in the kitchen getting coffee and I knew." Penelope's voice held a mixture of smugness and pure excitement.

"Babygirl, you didn't tell me?" Derek sounded genuinely offended.

"Y/N asked me not to." Even though you couldn't see her, you knew she punctuated the statement with a shrug.

"You knew, she knew?" Spencer turned to you in shock.

You nodded. "I could see it on her face the second I walked out of the kitchen. But she promised not to tell, so I didn't either."

"The two of you, thick as thieves." Rossi lamented.

"I love you so much." Spencer whispered into your ear as he pulled you in for a hug.

"I love you too." You whispered right back.

"Honestly, I'm glad the secret's out." You smiled at Spencer before looking at the rest of the team. "Although, I wish I didn't have to be kidnapped to tell you."

You spent a few more hours in the hospital before being cleared to go back to the hotel.

The next morning, you smiled to yourself as you were finally able to cuddle with Spencer during the flight home.

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elejahfanfic · 4 years

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The Vampire Files/2

Fanfiction

Part 2

A TVD crossover AU story

Elena Gilbert & her partner Nick Amaro are FBI Agents,

investigating murders caused by paranormal activities.

ft. other tvd characters, too.

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thanks for reading.xoxo🥰🌼

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Elena walked in the Mystic Falls woods with the torch in her hand. This was not unknown territory for her.

Flashback

"Why are we going to the woods, mommy?" the nine-year old Elena asked her mother.

"There are some really mean people, who want hurt us. And we have to hide in the woods. Don't be afraid. We won't be here long." Miranda said.

At a certain point in the woods, Miranda opened a trapdoor hidden underneath a big pile of leaves and taking the girl by the hand took her down the wooden ladders in the ground into an area that resembled hidden caves.

The Special agent now stood in front of the spot where the ground trapdoor was. She crouched down and removed the layers of the leaves looking for the hook to open it. As she grabbed it to open it she heard a swishing noise of the leaves moving and as she wanted to get up to turn to see in the dark what it was, something kicked her hand and the torch fell aside. She got her gun out ready to shoot as something knocked her over as it swished by her. She quickly rolled over in the position to shoot as she then did. It was a shot in the dark, she knew it. Frustrated, she now got up picking up her torch and looked to see if that someone would return.

"Show yourself," she shouted, "I dare you."

But there was nothing. But she knew that somewhere from afar someone did still look at her. Angrily, Elena now decided to return to the Mystic Inn.

In several hours she would have to be at the Morgue and she needed some sleep. And this place was doing everything possible to keep her from it.

As she got to her room, she took her clothes off and went for a really hot shower. The fall left her with a bruise on her arm. She examined it as she dried herself. It didn't look bad.

Flashback

"Ok, listen to me, Elena. Mommy has got to go now. You will be safe here. Ok, my darling? Don't be afraid. I will come back for you. I love you so much!" Miranda kissed her daughter, who nodded in agreement silently.

Elena, now changed and went to bed. She curled up, closing her eyes hoping she would not have any dreams of any kind.

Demons are real, Elena. They are wrapped up in folk stories. It is true that only a handful can see them, get to their true nature and fight them with equal measure.

***

Nick was up at dawn. He got himself ready for the day and then took a walk around the town, familiarizing himself with the victim's last activities, before meeting Elena at the Grill.

***

Washington, DC

Caroline woke up rubbing her forehead. She looked at the clock. It was 6.10 a.m.

"Hmm- what time is it?", Stefan asked as he heard her move sitting up.

"Time to get up." Caroline said walking to the bathroom.

Stefan sat up checking his messages.

"meet me at office, at 9- Val"

He put the phone aside, and got quickly dressed. He knocked at the bathroom door telling Caroline he had to leave. She replied with 'later'

"Later", he said the same and walked out of the apartment.

"Val-"Stefan said as his partner picked up the phone.

"The murder weapon appeared" Valerie said.

"I will see you at the office", Stefan said hanging up.

****

At the Mystic Diner, somewhere around 8 a.m.

Elena waited for Nick for breakfast. Her life was either office-bound or field-bound, whichever, but one thing she never missed was breakfast. It was like the only time she would reconnect with the real world. There were these few things that kept giving her continuity and normality. At least half an hour every day.

The waitress served Elena coffee and brought her a big breakfast. She thanked her and looked at her phone for private messages. One from Caroline and one from Rebekah.

Caroline: Got drunk. and - slept with Stefan, again. Call me. Whenever.

Rebekah: Call me. We are all with you.

Elena closed the message icon as Nick sat down at the table and Elena greeted him.

"Morning." Nick said and then looked at the three different plates in front of Elena.

"Just coffee. Black." Nick said to the waitress and said that he had already had something.

"I'm gonna let in on a little secret" Elena said to her partner and Nick wondered what was coming.

"Everyday, once a day give yourself a present- like this good hot cup of black coffee. A little wisdom from Agent Cooper. My mentor. And maybe something extra- like blueberry pancakes."

"I see that you have a sweet tooth," Nick said.

"You don't mind me finishing this?"

"No." he replied.

To get used to a new partner was never easy. Elena had three of them, and Nick a few. And all of them loved working with him. He had an easy personality.

"I can see that you have dug something new out?" Elena said as she took a sip of her coffee.

Nick was surprised she said it as he didn't disclose anything.

"I can see it in your eyes. Eight more minutes and then we're off to the morgue and you can tell me what you found out."

"You can see it in my eyes?" The Agent said slightly stunned that she was so forward.

"Not just your eyes. Your whole jittery demeanor tells me that it is huge- illogical!"

Nick narrowed his eyes at her, "You are loving this"

"Not really" Elena admitted, "because we probably won't be able to present it in any court. And these victims will not receive any kind of justice. Come on, let's see the body." she got up leaving the money for her breakfast on the table.

****

Washington, DC

Rebekah walked in the hospital greeted by a fellow surgeon.

"Hey, Joel- I thought you left to work for the Jeffersonian?" Rebekah said.

"Next week- I am leaving next week" Joel said.

They got into the lift,"Why did you refuse to work for them?"

"I want to help the living." Rebekah said. "I need hope. Everything else is like- ahm- curse-"

"I am sorry- I heard-" the surgeon referred to Marcel breaking their engagement.

"Yeah- well- if you know someone who can mend a broken heart-"

"Sorry, can't help " Joel said.

"Huh- shouldn't be dumping my lousy mood on you- see you-" Rebekah said as the stepped out of the lift and each went to their stations.

"Dr Goran?" a nurse came up to him and he now went with her being briefed about one of his patients.

****

Mystic Falls

Elena examined the body of Lexi Branson. Nick stood aside waiting for her to finish up and give her findings out to him and Bonnie Bennett, a forensic scientist from Withmore.

"Here" Elena said showing both her partner and the scientist two markings on the ankle.

"That is different from the victim in Oregon." Nick said.

"Dakhanavar" Elena said.

"What?" Nick said looking at her with question marks in his eyes.

"Nothing." Elena said looking at Bonnie "There was no trace of blood on at the crime scene?"

"None." Bonnie confirmed.

"And no trace of a car, footsteps, and the time from when she was last seen going out of the Grill and time of death in the woods? Incomprehensible, right?" Elena said.

"Yeah." Nick now confirmed. Bonnie nodded.

"I like your necklace" Elena said turning to Bonnie all of a sudden.

"Thanks. It's my grandmother's" Bonnie replied.

"Uhm- we are done here. Elena said looking at her partner. "We can tell the Sheriff that they can release the body"

Nick nodded in agreement.

As they said their goodbyes to Bonnie, Elena and Nick left.

"All right. Explain Dakhanavar!" Nick said as they got into the car.

"Ferociously territorial vampire, who would, unlike other regular vampires, suck the blood from the victim's feet." Elena explained.

"Seriously?" Nick said with a whiff of disbelief in his voice.

"Seriously." Elena then said snapping at him. "Ok. This is not going to work" She stopped the car and looked at him inhaling sharply, her face stern, "when we get back I will ask them to reassign you."

"On what grounds?" Nick asked calmly.

Elena exhaled trying to keep her composure. This was not her. She doesn't lose her focus. It must be this place. She wanted to scream. She felt her blood boiling to the point wanting to kick him for his nearly no emotional reaction. "I'll think of something," she said and continued to drive.

Irrational. But there it was. She couldn't take it back. And strangely, she didn't care.

Nick knew that her outburst had nothing to do with him, at least not directly, and yet he knew he was the trigger. He looked outside of the window- and then decided not keep quiet, "Stop the car."

Elena looked at him stunned at this sudden change in him. She could see that he was serious and so she stopped the car.

They got out in the middle of the woods. Elena waited to hear what this was about.

"You are right. Yes. This doesn't work. Shall I tell you why?"

"Why?" Elena said miffed.

"Because I am not him." Nick said.

"Him?" Elena looked at the man gone out, "what are you talking about?"

"He probably knew all of the demonic-files by heart- you have finished each other's sentences and he understood how you mind works- and he is gone- and you got me now- and you hate it!"

What followed surprised them both- as he touched Elena's nerve and she punched him straight in the face.

They stood quiet for a second. Nick wiped a bit of blood that appeared on the lips.

"I am sorry- I just- ah- how did," she felt like all the suppressed anger and pain mixed up came lashing out and the tears now just came flooding out.

"It is fine-" Nick said.

"Shut up" she shouted at him "don't you dare make this into an ok thing!"

"I am not."

"Good. Because- you don't know anything about me"

"I never said I did."

"Oh, really?! All you have been doing is taking the high-ground-" Elena spat back at him through her tears.

"I could say the same about you- we're supposed to work as a team- did you think that I didn't notice that you left your room at 1.20 p.m. and returned at 2.17p.m.?! And you kept it to yourself- what was that about? What were you doing in the woods?"

Elena glared at him drying her tears now with her palms and said,"It's personal."

"Personal?" Nick repeated not knowing what to think. His mind was racing. For a moment he wished he was in the car and they never had stopped and then - something unexplained wanted to know everything about her.

Elena realized what she had said and now tried to take it back. She had never overstepped the mark going over to the personal. She never shared any of her past to her friends. Not even Jackson, who she had an excellent working relationship. Only the Bureau, her aunt Jenna and her knew what had happened to her and her parents the night she had to hide in the caves in the woods.

"I lived here as a kid" Elena then said.

And by the tone of her voice, Nick could notice that there was something disturbing behind it. He felt that all went way out of the line and he then took a step forward saying,"I apologize for - digging at you"

Elena looked at him slightly wide-eyed, "This is so not- this is not me"

"You have a mean right hook, I'll tell you that."

"Yeah- uhm- believe it or not I've never hit anybody. At least not human. Sorry -"

"Who says I am human?!"Nick joked rising an eyebrow at his partner. "Let's forget this ever happened and - start over?"

"Yeah- start over!" Elena inhaled softly.

"Coffee and pie?" Nick suggested.

"Coffee and pie!" Elena nodded a little.

For a moment she was leaving darkness behind. Although its shadow never would. She knew that.

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What Makes You Beautiful - A Mentalist Fanfiction

TIMELINE: Set some in the future after series four finale. Minor spoilers.

SYNOPSIS: “Yesterday I made a New Year’s resolution. I’m going to give myself one whole year to woo and win the love of California Bureau of Investigation’s Senior Agent Teresa Lisbon.”

PAIRING: Patrick Jane/Teresa Lisbon

Previous Chapters: 1, 2

CHAPTER 3

"Don't need make-up, to cover up, Being the way that you are is enough"

~ What Makes You Beautiful ~ 1D

March 6th – 06.42am

Lisbon is hurt.

It has nothing to do with work. No suspect bested her in a fight. No criminal got off a lucky shot.

No…she was involved in a car crash when she left CBI last night.

She was merely driving home. No worries. No cases.

Just unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time when a car load of drunken kids lost control of their vehicle.

Something that could happen at any time on any day and be just as easily the cause of losing someone you love as pissing off a serial killer with an axe to grind.

She had been late leaving after finishing up the last of her paperwork and I had only said goodbye to her forty minutes prior to receiving the call from the hospital. They said that I was listed down as her contact.

I never knew she'd done that and I really wish that the occasion hadn't arisen for me to find out.

I shouldn't be surprised really, but in truth I'd forgotten how quickly life can kick you where it hurts when you're least expecting it. I guess this is penance for not always remembering.

The woman on the other end of the phone didn't give me any details, just that Lisbon was alive and 'doing as well as can be expected,' whatever the hell that means. I know she was just doing her job and that if SacPD were calling I'd have been dealing with a completely different set of circumstances and emotions, but still…

I never want to go through anything close to those next thirty minutes of my life ever again. The complete agony of not knowing how badly she was hurt had me imagining all kinds of injuries and traumas that Lisbon could have sustained. That's one of the problems working within law enforcement. You get to see too much.

The relief was almost overwhelming when I finally got to see her and found she was relatively unscathed. Apart from being white as a sheet and having a slight bruise to her left cheek and a sprain to her left wrist, she looked good. To me anyway.

The police were there and she gave them a statement. She said she'd seen the other vehicle driving erratically towards her and had managed to swerve out of the way just in time to only receive a glancing hit to the side of her car. It had been enough of a knock to have her sustain her injuries but I knew it could have been much worse and so did she…I could see it in her eyes.

I must confess I didn't say much after that. I couldn't seem to force any words out as I tortured myself by playing out various little scenarios in my head that had altogether vastly different outcomes to the one I was bearing witness to. I just stood to the side and watched as she was treated by nurses and doctors, not able to meet the concerned glances that I knew she kept throwing my way. I don't think she's ever known me to be so quiet.

They finally declared her fit enough to leave at some ridiculous time early this morning and I offered to take her home. I think she agreed purely because she was just grateful that I'd finally spoken. She dozed on the way to her apartment building and when we arrived I gently nudged her awake. I walked her to her door, despite her protests, and made sure she went in safely.

I stood just staring at her closed door for what seemed like an eternity then finally went back to my car. It wasn't until I tried to put the key in the door lock that I realised I was shaking. Badly. I stopped and tried again but it was only on my third attempt that I finally opened my car. I can't even begin to count the amount of times I tried to place the key in the ignition but I eventually managed it and drove back here.

Back to CBI where I'm still sitting on my couch as I have been for the past few hours going over and over everything in my head.

This whole situation has scared the hell out of me and I can feel my new year's resolution shaking on its foundations and about to come tumbling down around my ears.

It's not that I don't love Lisbon…I do. Very much. Maybe even too much. It's just that it's really hit me that if I were to lose her one day, I seriously doubt that I'd ever be able to drag myself out of the deep pit of despair I know I'd sink into.

There have been numerous times in the past that her life has been in danger and yet I've never felt the possibility of her loss more than right at this moment. I'm know being I'm completely irrational…as if facing the threat of danger at work every day is somehow not as terrifying as a random accident that I can do nothing to prevent.

But I can't help it.

It's frustrating and even now, I feel that I'm mentally distancing myself from her; that I have been ever since I realised just how close she was to a head on collision that would most certainly have ended her life…and I can't seem to do anything to stop it no matter how much I want to because something is holding me back.

Something called cowardice.

And I know very well why I'm being so gutless. It's because I've already lost two people I love dearly and I can't…I won't lose another. I need to push her away in order to keep my sanity so that if that unthinkable day ever does come when I can't save her…it won't break me.

Not completely at least.

I suddenly notice the time and stand up. I can't be here when she arrives. I walk swiftly through the bullpen but just as I reach the other side, I hear the elevator ding and out she steps.

My love.

I stop where I am and watch her walk towards me. As she nears I can see that the bruising on her cheek has darkened considerably. It makes me feel sick to think of what could've happened.

"I didn't expect you to be here," she says quietly as she halts a few feet away from me. It's almost as though she knows I'll bolt if she gets any closer.

"I could say the same to you," I hedge, trying to supply a smile but failing miserably.

"I'm fine. There's nothing wrong with me that a little time and make up won't fix," she says with a small smile. "What about you? Did you even get any sleep after you dropped me off?"

I look down and hear her sigh. There's a moment's pause and then she says something that surprises me, even though it really shouldn't.

"Look, I know you were scared last night, Jane, I was too. But I'm here and I'm OK and right now I'm far more worried that you've spent all night thinking yourself round in circles and are going to start pulling away from me again. I didn't like it the last time and I won't put up with it now," she tells me in no uncertain terms. "We've gone past that, haven't we? I thought we were friends again."

"We are," I'm quick to assure her. Whatever else, I always want her to know that.

"So I didn't just catch you trying to leave before I turned up then?" she questions wryly.

My dear, lovely, Teresa. So astute. I forget that she knows me better than I know myself at times. She probably sensed my withdrawal from her before I realised I was doing it myself. That would explain her being here earlier than I'd expected. Always there to steady me when I falter.

I see a sad kind of understanding in her eyes that makes me feel ashamed for even contemplating the idea of running away and I shake my head. "I was just about to make myself a cup of tea," I lie. "Why don't you go to your office and I'll get you a coffee too?"

She nods but I can see her hesitation. She's not sure if she can believe me and despite the fact that not five minutes ago she would have been right in her assumption, it still hurts.

"I won't be long, I promise," I say as I 'shoo' her away.

She goes this time and I head to the break room. I think over what she said as I prepare our drinks and it hits me how she's once again, selflessly, come to the rescue of our friendship. How, after everything that she went through last night, all she cares about is me.

It's a humbling thought and the more I think about my behaviour, the more I grow disgusted with myself for even entertaining the idea of pulling away from her again. Because, really, how can I expect Teresa to give me her heart if I'm not prepared to give her all of mine in return?

I can't keep a part of it back just in case something happens, that's simply not fair to either of us. And to be honest, I no longer want to hold anything back. I know with Teresa my heart will be safe. I just have to convince her that I can keep hers safe too.

I straighten slightly and smile. I like my new resolve. I find it stiffens my spine and gives me courage.

I finish making the drinks and carry them over to her office. The door is open so I walk straight in and place the cups down on her desk before perching myself on the corner next to her. She gives me a grateful smile, although it's debateable whether it's for the coffee or the fact that I came back, then turns her attention back to a small mirror that she's holding.

I see her looking at her bruised cheek critically and notice a make-up brush in her hand poised to deliver, what I assume is, some kind of covering powder.

"It doesn't look that bad," I offer by way of some comfort.

"It doesn't look that good," she retorts with a grimace.

"I'm just glad you're OK. When I got that call last night…" I break off unable to find the words to adequately convey my feelings.

"Jane…" she begins with a softness in her voice that I just don't deserve.

"You were right just now," I cut in. "I was going to run away, to distance myself, all those things I usually do."

She looks surprised at my candour. "So why didn't you?" she asks, a much cooler edge to her tone now.

Confronted with having to be completely honest, I find my compulsion to protect myself come back to the fore and instead of telling her the truth, I blurt out glibly, "I'm still waiting for that dinner I won at the auction."

I regret the words as soon as they leave my mouth and from the flicker of disappointment that crosses Lisbon's face as she looks away, I know that she isn't too impressed either.

I give myself a mental kick upside the head and wonder where my backbone suddenly disappeared to. I'm pretty certain it was there a minute ago.

Whole heart, remember? No holding back. I am determined to be brave.

"To be perfectly honest, Lisbon," I say, drawing her attention once more. "I stayed because…I don't want to be that man anymore."

I refuse to allow any of my masks to fall. I want her to know that I'm telling her the absolute truth. She blinks those big green eyes of hers and a slow grin appears on her beautiful face. The movement, however, seems to give her a painful reminder of her injury and she winces slightly as she turns back to the mirror.

She raises the brush and just as she's about to apply the first dusting, I impulsively reach out and snatch it from her grasp then throw the offending object in the bin.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asks, an adorable frown gracing her features.

"You don't need that, Teresa," I tell her. I reach out again and gently trail my forefinger down the side of her injured cheek then continue on round until it rests snugly under her chin. "You look beautiful…as always."

I see her eyes widen and her cheeks grow very red and I know I should just leave it now. That even though she hasn't vocally protested, I shouldn't push my luck…or her, but I've never been one to do the sensible thing so, instead of letting go, I tilt her head up slightly and lean forward.

Her eyes flicker shut just as I brush my lips tenderly against the top of her smooth, soft cheek. I only intend to kiss her once but as soon as I break contact the scent of her fresh, clean skin calls me back and I find myself leaning in again. Unable to help myself, I repeat my actions over and over as I carefully kiss my way down the entire bruised area making sure I only give the barest of touches so that I don't accidentally hurt her.

Once I reach her jaw, I finally force myself to pull back. I can feel my face must be just as flushed as hers is and it's only now that I panic slightly and wonder how my bold move will be received. Maybe she won't be the only one sporting a bruised face today.

Her eyes slowly flutter open and I am at a loss to know what she is thinking.

"Is that supposed to make it all better?" she asks. She does a good job of hiding the slight tremor in her voice but I hear it anyway and mentally applaud her attempt at composure. It's far better than I would have done if she'd ambushed me this way.

I should just take her words as face value but I have a strong feeling she means more than just her cheek and I don't want to disappoint her with my answer this time.

"No, but I think…I hope that it's a start," I say softly.

"It is," she assures me with a small smile.

I have yet to remove my hand from her chin and as we continue to simply look at each other I'm sorely tempted to lean back in and kiss her properly this time.

The sudden sound of the elevator announcing its arrival at our floor is an unwelcome intrusion and, with an apologetic smile, I reluctantly let her go as I hear the voices of the rest of the team punctuate the air.

I stand and pick up my cup and saucer then take a couple of steps back so there's a respectable distance between us while she feigns interest in her computer just as Cho pops his head through the open doorway.

"Morning, Boss," he greets then pauses when he sees her face and comes in the office to ask, "What happened to you?"

I stand quietly by as she explains about the accident and although I still feel that familiar flash of fear of what might have transpired if her reactions had been a fraction slower, I'm relieved to find it's no longer accompanied by the urge to distance myself.

Well, not an uncontrollable urge anyway. It's still there, I can feel it. I just have a much stronger desire to ignore it now.

I sip my tea and it comes as something of a revelation to me to realise that I probably need this year as much to come to terms with some of my own demons as I do to fulfil my resolution.

It's a sobering thought and not something I'd anticipated if I'm honest.

"You OK?" she suddenly asks me with a trace of concern.

I realise that while I've been contemplating my life, Cho has left and we are alone again. "Never better," I assure her with a smile. "You?"

She smiles back. "I'm good." She pauses and from her hesitation and sudden colour in her cheeks, I think I can guess what's coming. "About what happened…"

"Yes?" I encourage her with a smile when she pauses.

Unlike the time I said I loved her, I'm quite happy to talk about this now, if she can find the nerve to ask me about it. The trick with Lisbon is to offer her breadcrumbs and if she chooses to follow it's all well and good, if she doesn't…I know to back off and bide my time.

She stares at me for what feels like ages and just when I think she's going to broach the subject of our…interlude, Cho walks into the office again.

"Am I interrupting something?" he asks, as he looks between the two of us with a quirked eyebrow.

"No, of course not," Lisbon replies, professional as ever. "What is it?"

He tells us of a new case that has just come in and I go to the break room to rinse out my cup in readiness to leave. As I turn to head back out, Lisbon appears in the doorway and, after a cursory glance behind her, she steps into the room.

"So…when we close this case, how about we have that dinner you paid so much for?" she asks. Her attempt at nonchalance is spoiled only by the fact that she then bites nervously on her bottom lip.

"Sure," I reply with a grin. "It's a date."

She reddens slightly at my words but, notably, doesn't contradict me. Instead, she gives me a little smile and walks away.

My psychic abilities may be completely fake but after receiving such a tempting incentive, there's one prediction I know for certain will come true today…I'm going to have this case closed in record time.

END CHAPTER 3

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