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[29-Aug-2021][Criminal Minds] Manila
Title: Manila
Day/Prompt: 29-Aug-2021
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character/Pairing: Derek/Elle
Rating/Warning(s): Gen, mentions of gore, but not explicit
"I'm so tired of this case," Derek moans, holding the manila file loosely.
He can see the ends of a photo and a report creeping out, all red gore and gruesome closeups, and it's one he really doesn't want to see in the confines of his cozy hotel room, but Derek has to deal anyway. Sure, Hotch told them to rest, but the faster they get this case done, the faster the entire team can have genuine rest.
"Mm," Elle rolls her her finger in her hair, lazing from one side to the other. "I feel you."
Derek chuckles, meeting her eyes, but her eyes barely meeting him back. Tired woman, busy body and all of that— but that's who Elle Greenaway is.
"Why don't you put it up for a little bit?" She raises her brows, giving a foxy smile. "We'll solve it tomorrow."
A couple years, and it's still hard to figure out when to give up and set the case down for reprieve. Elle has trouble sometimes too, but if there's anyone to restrain him, he's glad it's Elle.
"I know." He sighs, "just.. hard sometimes."
"Then... here." She reaches to tug at the tan folder before Derek pulls his arm back, leading to her ultimate surrender back into the comfort of plush white hotel sheets.
"Okay, okay."
Derek laughs, flicking his wrist and barely moving his arm to lay it on the wooden nightstand before slipping his hand to a beaded string, tugging to dim the yellow light. The night sky provides enough when the window was open.
He smiles, scooting down the bed to cozy beside her.
"See?" Elle says.
She shifts into his side, arm scooping his waist and head half-rested on his bicep. "Not so hard."
Day/Prompt: 29-Aug-2021
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Character/Pairing: Derek/Elle
Rating/Warning(s): Gen, mentions of gore, but not explicit
"I'm so tired of this case," Derek moans, holding the manila file loosely.
He can see the ends of a photo and a report creeping out, all red gore and gruesome closeups, and it's one he really doesn't want to see in the confines of his cozy hotel room, but Derek has to deal anyway. Sure, Hotch told them to rest, but the faster they get this case done, the faster the entire team can have genuine rest.
"Mm," Elle rolls her her finger in her hair, lazing from one side to the other. "I feel you."
Derek chuckles, meeting her eyes, but her eyes barely meeting him back. Tired woman, busy body and all of that— but that's who Elle Greenaway is.
"Why don't you put it up for a little bit?" She raises her brows, giving a foxy smile. "We'll solve it tomorrow."
A couple years, and it's still hard to figure out when to give up and set the case down for reprieve. Elle has trouble sometimes too, but if there's anyone to restrain him, he's glad it's Elle.
"I know." He sighs, "just.. hard sometimes."
"Then... here." She reaches to tug at the tan folder before Derek pulls his arm back, leading to her ultimate surrender back into the comfort of plush white hotel sheets.
"Okay, okay."
Derek laughs, flicking his wrist and barely moving his arm to lay it on the wooden nightstand before slipping his hand to a beaded string, tugging to dim the yellow light. The night sky provides enough when the window was open.
He smiles, scooting down the bed to cozy beside her.
"See?" Elle says.
She shifts into his side, arm scooping his waist and head half-rested on his bicep. "Not so hard."