God, if you only knew, Derek thought, but he just glanced over his shoulder at the table and shrugged. I love my boys in a little angsty pain angst. WOO.
"I don't want the New York field office. I'm not leaving you." A TELL! A TELL! Hotch just watched Morgan for a moment. Something in the way Morgan said that caused an odd feeling to wash over him AND HOTCH CAUGHT IT, JUST FOR A SECOND. HEE.
Hotch just watched Morgan for a moment. Something in the way Morgan said that caused an odd feeling to wash over him, but he pushed it aside. "You don't owe me anything," he said finally, his voice soft enough that he had trouble hearing it. "First of all, I'm happy where I am," Morgan said, looking back at him. "This team is family to me. Secondly, I do owe you a hell of a lot. You're the person I've looked up to for seven years, man. You're the man I wish I could be. There's no way in hell I'm walking away from you." A moment later he realized how that sounded, and amended, "From anyone on this team."
This paragraph confused me a little until I pasted it here, ‘cuz there’s no paragraph break between the two. ALTHOUGH Morgan seemed to have caught his tell that time, HEEE. Silly boys. OH, and same issue with the paragraph starting with “"Then why wasn't I able to do a damn thing in New York?"” (POOR HOTCH, btw. ::pets him fondly::)
"Stop picturing it," Hotch murmured.
"If you weren't injured, I'd try to get you to do a few dance steps for me," Morgan said, and started laughing again. ::gigglefit::
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"Yeah, well, call the FBI,"
::snicker::
God, if you only knew, Derek thought, but he just glanced over his shoulder at the table and shrugged.
I love my boys in a little angsty pain angst. WOO.
"I don't want the New York field office. I'm not leaving you."
A TELL! A TELL!
Hotch just watched Morgan for a moment. Something in the way Morgan said that caused an odd feeling to wash over him
AND HOTCH CAUGHT IT, JUST FOR A SECOND. HEE.
Hotch just watched Morgan for a moment. Something in the way Morgan said that caused an odd feeling to wash over him, but he pushed it aside. "You don't owe me anything," he said finally, his voice soft enough that he had trouble hearing it.
"First of all, I'm happy where I am," Morgan said, looking back at him. "This team is family to me. Secondly, I do owe you a hell of a lot. You're the person I've looked up to for seven years, man. You're the man I wish I could be. There's no way in hell I'm walking away from you." A moment later he realized how that sounded, and amended, "From anyone on this team."
This paragraph confused me a little until I pasted it here, ‘cuz there’s no paragraph break between the two. ALTHOUGH Morgan seemed to have caught his tell that time, HEEE. Silly boys. OH, and same issue with the paragraph starting with “"Then why wasn't I able to do a damn thing in New York?"” (POOR HOTCH, btw. ::pets him fondly::)
"Stop picturing it," Hotch murmured.
"If you weren't injured, I'd try to get you to do a few dance steps for me," Morgan said, and started laughing again.
::gigglefit::