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I wanted to spend a penny to my story episode of Criminal Minds, I has made me cry real tears.
said, complimentissimi to cast and crew, I love you! ♥



Title: No instead
Fandom:
Criminal Minds Characters: Aaron Hotchner / Haley Hotchner
Rating: PG
Warnings: Songfic
Disclaimer: The characters I do not belong, much less Criminal Minds. We gain nothing but thank the owners for having created them! The song is''No''Instead of Laura Pausini, and I thank her because she is a wonder!
Note: To M. because is gone and has left a void that will be filled with anything, because there were too many things to do and say, but there is no longer possible because it is late. Because even if you do not think there is something after, however, believe in hope. Instead

No

Maybe enough to breathe just breathe a bit '
Up to recover every beat and do not try to leave the moment


Why not walk away can not be used in December without you
Loyal here is hoping for the impossible

Aaron is sitting on the sofa in his apartment, while little Jack rests in his bed, in the next room. He can not help but wonder why. Why. And yet why.
He can not even cry, his heart has become a marble, a heart that always angry and still has not gone a few hours before, with the body frail and helpless as he clasped his hands. Vacuous gaze rests on each corner of quell'abitazione so empty, so impersonal and standards. He never found a moment to make it more her to make it cozy and comfortable as any home should be.
would have to do many different things, he should stop and think carefully about his actions. She'd just take some time to breathe its life, do not swallow it and pretend that everything was fine. Not only should passively accept the separation and divorce.
had to say stop, and stop. But he had not done in due course and now you could not go back.
still do not want to believe, simply can not get used to spend her life without her. Because after all, was there at his side. And now no. Now it's on a cold table in a morgue and is not more Haley.
And even if he is aware that the smile will never see again, hopefully. Continue to hope as an illusion.


But no there is no time to explain
to ask if I gave you love
I am here ... And I
saying more, more.

But no. It hurts to know that there is no time to apologize, there is no time to really try to explain how it feels, how it feels to be separated from the person that you know the bottom is your soul mate. There is no time to ask her if she had made her happy, at least a bit '. There is no time to ask if he had loved her enough, if you was felt loved.
There is so much to say, there would be endless speeches to be done, there would be thousand explanations. There would be a thousand excuses, a thousand smiles, a thousand lives to enjoy.

Why break between the teeth
the most important things

Those words that we dare not ever do
And a dip in her back pain
report here ... A

here for you Can you feel, weigh and settle over us forever

But that will never see the light, indeed, the die directly in the throat, and discovers that he is still alive, because that ruined his heart sped up and dulled its way to transmit all the anguish of which is capable of.
had never said how much he loved her, he had not done at the right time. He had not even tried.
Then sit there motionless, his pain is in the cradle because that is what is left, just so can bring to light some things unsaid that should have been screaming to the world instead.
I love you, I have always loved and will always love you because I built everything with you and became myself. You can hear Haley?


miss you And if I do not know
repeat I can not tell you more

But the pain, she would bring her back. That was a one way trip and there was no possibility of return. And he could never repeat those words are so important, those words so simple and he had never dared to say. Would never have told aloud to anyone else. Because the only person to whom she had had direct, Haley.

But no rain here
memories
And I'd do more than admit that it's late

... I wish I can talk more, more
But no

I do not have more time to explain That I had too
& rsquo , I, I hope
Something Something
in front of me to finish with you

The review for the first time walking the corridors of the college, sees the naked arms around him, sees the bright white, while acting within walking towards the altar her smiling and stroking her belly tighten the review that piece of fruit of their love child.
Memories raining on him, and would give his life to bring her back. Sell your soul, anything to tell them these years without her, to ask forgiveness.
But it's too late now.
How would you like to run and tell her that Haley was an idiot, a deaf man who would not listen to reason, a blind man who did not want to see reality.
had a life together, had built brick by brick. They project, something to get together. Together. That set is
become one, Jack has become.


Maybe I just breathe just breathe a bit '
Maybe it's late, or perhaps no

Then Aaron gets up from that couch, because he knows that he lives in Jack Haley, and is gone forever.
knows that he must be strong and not give up, because his son needs him, needs his support and needs to understand that love is the most important thing, and when the time comes to explain to Aaron , that his mother is gone in the name of love.

Does Netflix Have Skins Season3?

Taaaaanto time

How not writing ... But the prospect to have this thing I wait here, sound good and I can always come and I like to write, I'm happy, I have a place to write my own crap (when I have a particular, because writing every day would become a thing quite boring, I never managed to keep a journal ... XD). After that little
cagatina of fan fiction that I wrote the other day I completely lost the inspiration, although it has some ... a trillion ... maybe even two stories to go ahead and are still the dawn of time ...
As I told you once, Methuselah died while waiting for the end of my stories ... (Damn old man, six camps for ages and I just die hours?).
Shit, that hurt, I just did on the corner of my desk, I die bleeding to ... I actually just excruciating pain and not lose a drop of blood, but details are (I need a reason to complain about it too, no? "As if I did it every day!" nd my big family) .
Poor me, I'm home I'm bored, I am sick since Tuesday and I can not go to school ... not that I mind it, but I break a lot at home alone ...
I break so much that today I discovered something new (for me, is clear. As old as Methuselah old man for the rest of the universe * and yes, the universe with a lowercase letter, the face of my prof. Biology ** tongue ** tongue *).
I found ... horror movie music in the background ... a frightening crescendo of notes ... corpses with apples (caramel absolutely, do not argue!) for a head ... the musical Notre-Dame de Paris! *
our beloved Columbus has just discovered America *
mean, I already knew of its existence, since I started watching it when they did it on one rai (last year? A few months ago? In a other life? time ago), but I had switched off immediately, I am trying a deep hatred for Lola Ponce Lola * ask for forgiveness and all of its same name, now that I saw the musical I bow a baciarvi i piedi o mie care Esmeralda* , oggi (non so esattamente come, che nessuno me lo chieda) ho trovato una canzone (mi pare... o forse vaneggio... probabile, ho avuto la febbre per tre giorni, mi aggiro per casa stile zombie) particolarmente bella e così ho scoperto (riscoperto) Notre-Dame de Paris!!!! Che bella cosa, me lo sono guardata tutto su YouTube ed è tutto il pomeriggio che mi riascolto le canzoni!!! (lo so, sono una povera pazza, ma ho avuto problemi alla nascita, sono scusata...)
Diciamo che ho avuto una specie di illuminazione divina...
Come avevo detto in una recensione alla fantastica storia di emilydoe, mi sono ritirata (ispirata dal suo antico gesto in stile piccolo Buddha) in meditation on a mountain, even to try to call me (with the power of thought, of course) one of those Tibetan goats that she likes so much ...
Result: I got a gored by a bull (but the ox has horns?'m Sick, I dare not answer) and no goat of Tibet, I went home slipping on a patch of ice (not my fault if the glaciers are melting .. . now that you've discovered you look with torches and pitchforks at the door of my house, I at least do a little 'companion), obviously without the kid who wanted so much ç_ç
If I carry it as a gift, (but I say to you, down there, three five torches) I do not kill even a little complaint, as long as you remember to feed my beloved goat.
And with that I greet the world and I retire to my rooms.
Today I saved the Earth through my swimsuit from the Powerpuff Girls!
* ambulance siren in the background of the neuro *
They're coming to prendermiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Chunky Cercival Mucas

No Drowning into my sleepless soul

I'll be back to post my own story, among other story that I particularly like, obviously on Criminal Minds.
The story was created for the contest on Criminal Minds Forum, where I selected the prompt: Night after night I wake up shaking cause my world is falling apart.
Yes, enough angst! : D Anyway
'nuff said, voila my story, which was ranked third!

Title: Drowning into my sleepless soul
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Emily Prentiss, David Rossi
Prompt: Night after night I wake up shaking cause my world is going to shatter @ Criminal Minds Forum Contest
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Criminal Minds and its characters are not mine, do not have rights (but I am on Derek Morgan), this story is not for profit.
Notes: The story is set in the fourth season, but before the final episode. Spoiler throughout the fourth, for those who did not see it. Thank fra235 for his constant presence and patience! ♥

Drowning into my sleepless soul

Those who have a great awareness, great people nightmares.
Mahatma Gandhi.

I open my eyes, but I do not know where I am. The light illuminates dimly what I think is a medieval castle, having the shape of the room, decorated with a ceiling mileage. How I ended up here? I do not know, I do not remember anything, I can not seem to have a past.
I rise with great difficulty, my muscles are sore, seem to want to turn against me. My body is a dead weight that I have to drag with the sheer force of will, is not willing to cooperate, just as my instinct tells me that I must flee.
begin to run and I can almost not really touch the ground, I find myself for the dark corridors, lit only by torches here and there that oil will go out shortly thereafter, because the atmosphere is too heavy also for the vital energy of fire.
I have to stop the race when he appears before a well known figure, but I sure would not be here.
"Benjamin Cyrus? Asked with uncertainty. The man shows me his face bloodied and disfigured beyond repair, then nods and a sinister laugh echoes in the atmosphere.
"Surprised to see me, Special Agent Emily Prentiss? "Ironic, you rinse and closer to me, which loses but inexplicably lose contact with the floor, which suddenly becomes slippery.
"You ... you're dead in that explosion. You're just a hallucination. "I tell him, probably thinking that I was locked up in here who has drugged me.
"And tell me ..." he continues, ignoring my words, "Even this is only an illusion?"
unexpectedly strikes me with a knife, I have no time to defend myself. Vado to dab the wound with his hand, but it seems that the blood does not want it to stop. E 'excruciating pain, what I feel, and is not comparable to the cut that I find myself on the arm.
Where the hell are they? Because Cyrus is alive?
No, do not you impress Emily, reasons: Cyrus was blown up, you've seen with your eyes.
Armed with this knowledge, I set off down the corridor and close my eyes like a child, hoping to leave me alone, it disappears as the bogeyman of fairy tales. When I open them, he is behind me, it is gone.
"Do not Can you get away for ever, Emily. "he says simply, to evaporate instantly, like a ghost.
Start running and I stop when I no longer have breath, I find myself in a room and are surrounded by several men. William Harris, Steven Baleman, Vincent, Roderick Gless, Megan Kane, the creator of the Angels, Eric Olson ... all murderers and the team that I have captured and are now approaching me as if to swallow me, like they want to steal my oxygen until I choke. Seeking a way out quickly with his eyes, but it is a circular room and it seems that there are no doors. I'm getting closer, begun to scratch and left bloody fingerprints on me, suddenly everything becomes dark, I know ... I'm dead.

I wake with a start, while a trickle of cold sweat trickling down my cheek. I breathe the air of which I am capable and my heartbeat accelerated gradually get back to regular.
was just a nightmare, a bad dream, stupid. I crouched under the covers again, but his hands still shaking. I see clearly the face disfigured by Cyrus, and immediately I button my arm, as if the wound inflicted was tangible.
Do not be silly, Emily. It was all in your head, not real.
Maybe not, but something inside me is broken, and I do not think that will be easy to reassemble.
All that we face every day, the worst side of human beings, well ... can not take effect. We can not remain forever distant and cold, as I had promised at the beginning.
simply can no longer live around the outside, to treat him as a cold scientific case to be cut in order to find the culprit. Because there are people involved in human beings, just like me. Individuals who love, who let themselves be caught up in emotions, passions, suffering ... living.
And I can not be Special Agent Emily Prentiss, the glossy cop analyzing the situation and develop a profile.
Hell, I can not sleep tonight.
I get up and wearing the first things I came to hand. I'm in a hotel room, four star hotel and paid for by the bureau, but still a room that does not belong to me, sterile and impersonal, which does not care about anyone who spends the nights inside.
I crawl like a ghost back and forth and I think of all those people in my dream. Vincent, the first to feel remorse through a blind child who has opened his eyes. I think of Steven Baleman and William Harris, who we call the perfect storm: two complementary beings who meet an unfortunate fate of the case and give life to a storm that will leave behind only death and destruction.
Why can not I just sleep? Because my job is to take each day a piece of me, and tear it away?
I need alcohol, a glass is what you need. I can finally fall into a restful sleep without dreams, to be perfectly able to continue to address the matter to which we are working with all the professionalism that distinguishes me.
I shut the bedroom door behind them, and for a second I think I see the face behind the curtains of Cyrus. I shudder, while I try to erase that image from my mind.
was inevitable to happen, it was inevitable that sooner or later had to deal with myself that I had to take stock of my life. Evaluate what I have given and what I got. Saving Lives, however, is something that is priceless, that can not be calculated with precision positioning is something that fills your life and is the only reward for everything we see and we face every day .
go down the stairs in the dark, just like a nightmare I ran headlong into the corridor. It looks like a premonition, but is not happening frame by frame what I have lived in my head.
One thing is for sure, I'm defying the ghosts are real or not. Or maybe I'm just running away from them?
My thoughts give me pause, until I cross the desert and I sling in the lobby bar, desolate, too.
Sure, you expected? It's three o'clock in the morning.
The company is the one who made me bartender, forced to work until late at night for those customers who like me have nothing better to do. I approach and I sat on a stool, opposite the wooden bar.
"Insomnia?" He asks as he hands me the list, who politely refused because I already know where it going to end my order. I nod silently.
Bourbon, thank you. "Requires gently, running a hand through his hair and moving the fringe rebel every time I fall out of place.
The man disappears behind the swinging door that separates it from the back, to reappear again a few minutes later with a bottle looking inviting.
"Kentucky Straight Bourbon Whiskey, aged 12 years. A specialty. " says, pouring a glass full. I leave immediately soothed by the scent.
"Be kind, I prepare another." A familiar voice announcing in this way his presence behind me.
I heard her footsteps approaching me and it is well known figure taking his place beside me.
"Night tormented?" Dave tells me, sipping whiskey that our new friend has prepared for him.
"Yeah. Even yours? "I say, trying to avoid the speech.
"Yes, but my nights are sleepless from an infinite time now. I grow old, "she smiles, as only he knows do. And 'the latest addition to the team, but it is the wisest of us. One who knows how to be a pushy father, who can advise and sa morale, but is also capable of taking over the reins of the situation when needed.
laugh at his jokes, while the liquid flows down my throat, warm up to the core.
"What keeps you awake?" He asks me, nursed his glass half-empty.
Known only now that the bartender left us alone, to trust our fears.
"bad dream." Outcome, I feel vulnerable and are not sure of wanting to expose so freely.
"The nice thing about nightmares is that you can decide how to land them. Do not be overwhelmed by them, this is the trick. "I wink wink, do with his father.
"I wanted ... I wanted to die while all the killers that we have caught me stealing oxygen. I would just sleep, sleep. "I say softly, hoping that David knows a way to solve my problems. Look for a moment around him, before finding the words to respond to my desperate plea.
"Sometimes sleep and to pretend nothing is not the answer. You can not just pretend that everything is fine and continue as if nothing had happened. You raise your head and fight, no matter how much effort it will cost you. "I said gently, and it was then that I realize how the team would suffer if only one of us to leave. Because the group is more than the union of its members.
I nod and try to find the strength to go by his words.
"I wake up in a panic every night, and I'm afraid. I'm afraid that after one day I could become one of them, which one day will choose the easy way out and my world will shatter. "'s trust without fear.
"I do not do it, you've already taken the path more tortuous and you're dealing with maturity. Do not give up, do not let them win. "Rising from the stool, and affectionately patted me on the shoulder, a caress ways.
"Under the bed there is no monster, Emily." Winks me again, and then disappear over the threshold of the bar.
I leave dollars on the counter and I drink a silent greeting to the local company that has made me, to find myself again in the room with whom I have a score to settle.
But I will win.
I nestled under the duvet, I close my eyes slowly and concentrate on all the lives we saved, we did re-emerge on the truth, the passion we put into our work, day after day, case after case. I remember the families to which we responded, the lives that were interrupted they deserved justice. I think back to Aaron, Derek, Spencer, JJ, Penelope.
No, there is no demon under the bed, Dave.