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Universal [S.R]
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Ongoing, First published Jan 16, 2022
'Olivia. I'm serious. Don't go there,' 

'Is this Uncle Aaron talking or Unit Cheif Hotcher talking?' I ask, raising my skeptical eyebrows at him but he maintains his dead panned face.

'Both. I'm serious. Promise me, you won't go any further than co-workers with Reid. You may have a temporary contract but I do not want an unprofessional relationship getting you fired.'

'Ok. Fine. I promise. I haven't even met the guy yet so let's relax,' I say before walking out of my uncle's office.

I mean, how good-looking can a doctor working at the BAU be?
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ð«ð®ð§ð§ð¢ð§ð  ð¡ð¨ð¦ðž, ð—²ð—ºð—¶ð—¹ð˜† ð—½ð—¿ð—²ð—»ð˜ð—¶ð˜€ð˜€ by allthingsgreenaway
34 parts Ongoing
ð—œð—» ð˜ð—µð—² ð˜„ð—®ð—¸ð—² ð—¼ð—³ ð—µð—²ð—¿ ð—ºð—¼ð˜ð—µð—²ð—¿'𘀠ð—½ð—®ð˜€ð˜€ð—¶ð—»ð—´, ð—¡ð—¼ð—®ð—µ ð—°ð—¼ð—»ð—³ð—¿ð—¼ð—»ð˜ð˜€ ð˜ð—µð—² ð˜‚ð—»ð˜†ð—¶ð—²ð—¹ð—±ð—¶ð—»ð—´ ð—¿ð—²ð—®ð—¹ð—¶ð˜ð˜†: ð—¹ð—¶ð—³ð—² ð—½ð—¿ð—²ð˜€ð˜€ð—²ð˜€ ð—¼ð—» ð—±ð—²ð˜€ð—½ð—¶ð˜ð—² ð—´ð—¿ð—¶ð—²ð—³'𘀠ð˜„ð—²ð—¶ð—´ð—µð˜. ð—”𘀠ð˜€ð—µð—² ð˜ð—¿ð—®ð˜ƒð—²ð—¿ð˜€ð—²ð˜€ ð˜ð—µð—¶ð˜€ ð˜ð˜‚ð—¿ð—¯ð˜‚ð—¹ð—²ð—»ð˜ ð—»ð—²ð˜„ ð—¹ð—®ð—»ð—±ð˜€ð—°ð—®ð—½ð—² ð—®ð—¹ð—¼ð—»ð—², ð—¡ð—¼ð—®ð—µ ð—±ð—¶ð˜€ð—°ð—¼ð˜ƒð—²ð—¿ð˜€ ð—¿ð—²ð˜€ð—¶ð—¹ð—¶ð—²ð—»ð—°ð—² ð˜€ð—µð—² ð—»ð—²ð˜ƒð—²ð—¿ ð—¸ð—»ð—²ð˜„ ð˜€ð—µð—² ð—½ð—¼ð˜€ð˜€ð—²ð˜€ð˜€ð—²ð—±. ð—™ð—¼ð—¹ð—¹ð—¼ð˜„ ð—µð—²ð—¿ ð—½ð—¼ð—¶ð—´ð—»ð—®ð—»ð˜ ð—·ð—¼ð˜‚ð—¿ð—»ð—²ð˜† ð—®ð˜€ ð˜€ð—µð—² ð˜‚ð—»ð—°ð—¼ð˜ƒð—²ð—¿ð˜€ ð˜ð—¿ð˜‚ð˜ð—µð˜€, ð—³ð—®ð—°ð—²ð˜€ ð—³ð—²ð—®ð—¿ð˜€, ð—®ð—»ð—± ð—²ð—ºð—¯ð—¿ð—®ð—°ð—²ð˜€ ð˜ð—µð—² ð˜‚ð—»ð—¸ð—»ð—¼ð˜„ð—» ð—®ð—µð—²ð—®ð—±. ð—§ð—µð—² ð—³ð—¼ð—¹ð—¹ð—¼ð˜„ð—¶ð—»ð—´ ð˜€ð˜ð—¼ð—¿ð˜† ð˜ð—®ð—¸ð—²ð˜€ ð—½ð—¹ð—®ð—°ð—² ð—±ð˜‚ð—¿ð—¶ð—»ð—´ ð˜€ð—²ð—®ð˜€ð—¼ð—» ð˜€ð—¶ð˜… ð—¼ð—³ "ð—–ð—¿ð—¶ð—ºð—¶ð—»ð—®ð—¹ ð— ð—¶ð—»ð—±ð˜€." ð—§ð—µð—²ð—¿ð—² ð˜„ð—¶ð—¹ð—¹ ð—¯ð—² ð—½ð—¹ð—¼ð˜ð—¹ð—¶ð—»ð—²ð˜€ ð—³ð—¿ð—¼ð—º ð˜ð—µð—² ð˜€ð—µð—¼ð˜„ ð—¶ð—» ð˜ð—µð—² ð˜€ð˜ð—¼ð—¿ð˜†, ð—¯ð˜‚ð˜ ð˜ð—µð—²ð˜† ð—ºð—®ð˜† ð—»ð—¼ð˜ ð—¯ð—² ð—¶ð—» ð—¼ð—¿ð—±ð—²ð—¿ ð—¼ð—¿ ð—²ð˜…ð—®ð—°ð˜. ð—§ð—µð—¶ð˜€ ð—¶ð˜€ ð—® ð˜€ð—²ð—¾ð˜‚ð—²ð—¹ ð˜ð—¼ ð˜ð—µð—² "ð—¥ð˜‚ð—»ð—»ð—²ð—¿" ð˜€ð—²ð—¿ð—¶ð—²ð˜€.
Profiling Love (A Derek Morgan FanFic) by LokillA4
72 parts Complete Mature
"You work this case like you work any other" I tell him as I look up at his tall frame from my sitting position at my work desk. I look back down and start to read the files of the new case. His hands forcefully land on the corners of my desk, but my eyes never falter from the witness reports. His large hand connects to the bottom of my chin, his thumb gripping the top of it, strong enough to separate my lips slightly. "You don't need to explain how to do my job to me Isla." He whispers as he stares straight into my eyes. I slyly smirk and lean closer to his lips stopping centimeters from them. "Well someone has to Mo-" I start to say before his lips forcefully enfold mine shutting me up. ★*゚*☆*゚*★*゚*☆*゚*★★*゚*☆*゚*★*゚*☆*゚*★★*゚*☆*゚*★*゚*☆*゚*★★*゚*☆*゚*★*゚*☆*゚*★ Isla Del la Cruz worked hard to get to her new position at the BAU. Through a rough childhood, discrimination, police department, and now federal agent. She wont let anyone get in her way of being successful until she meets the notorious Derek Morgan. Derek Morgan is almost indescribable. Tall, flirty, loyal, mysterious, and hard working. He has a past no one knows about and works his hardest at his job. When the new asset joins the team he isn't able to control his flirtatious nature, but it goes far beyond his playful banter with Garcia. They must learn how to work as a team, to later friends, and to maybe something more... ★*゚*☆*゚*★*゚*☆*゚*★ This is a strangers to lovers fanfic! #1 jasongideon - July 21 2021 #1 spencerreid - July 20 2021 #1 fbi agent -June 28 2021 #2 bau - June 25 2021 #6 derek morgan - September 7 2021 #1 crime- August 2 2021 #8 aaron hotchner- October 3 2021
Are You Profiling Me? by dracomalfoyloki
33 parts Ongoing Mature
Aaron Hotchner x OC "Dani. Are you hurt?" Emily asked. Hotch let go of you and his eyes roamed up and down your body. "No, no, I'm fine. It's the victim's blood. Half of him was propped up in the closet and he fell on me. The other half was down stairs. It's not consistent with the profile he wasn't posed like the others. This was for me. He wanted me to find him." You said to Emily. She nodded but looked at Hotch. "I think that you are right, Dani. Let's head back and the forensics team can handle this." He said, opening the door. You followed out to the SUV and got in the front seat. Emily stayed at the scene as other police cars pulled up. You shut the door and looked out the windshield. Hotch got in the seat and turned on the ignition. He started to drive and went right past the precinct. "You missed the turn." It wasn't a mistake, you knew that. "Hotch..." "I don't want you to go back there." He admitted. "Why? He's surrounded by fifty other people and he can't do anything." You looked down. "You feel threatened. Your hand has been on your gun since we left. You have been checking the mirror every-" "Stop." You cut him off but he kept going. "You haven't cleaned the blood off your face or body but your hands. You think that this is your fault for not seeing it sooner-" "STOP." You yelled. "We made a promise. We don't profile each other. You know that! It's low, so low, and invasive and-and" He pulled over and stopped the car. "Just please..." "What? Please what?" He said. This time holding eye contact. "Please don't do this to me. Not you."
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ð«ð®ð§ð§ð¢ð§ð  ð¡ð¨ð¦ðž, ð—²ð—ºð—¶ð—¹ð˜† ð—½ð—¿ð—²ð—»ð˜ð—¶ð˜€ð˜€ cover
Profiling Love (A Derek Morgan FanFic) cover
Are You Profiling Me? cover
counting stars | criminal minds [discontinued] cover
redamancy | dr. spencer reid cover
Profile//Spencer Reid//Criminal Minds cover
BLAKE | a. hotchner cover
The Soldier and the Agent cover
What Happens Behind Closed Doors || Aaron Hotchner x Y/N cover
Together? | J. Jareau {1} cover

ð«ð®ð§ð§ð¢ð§ð  ð¡ð¨ð¦ðž, ð—²ð—ºð—¶ð—¹ð˜† ð—½ð—¿ð—²ð—»ð˜ð—¶ð˜€ð˜€

34 parts Ongoing

ð—œð—» ð˜ð—µð—² ð˜„ð—®ð—¸ð—² ð—¼ð—³ ð—µð—²ð—¿ ð—ºð—¼ð˜ð—µð—²ð—¿'𘀠ð—½ð—®ð˜€ð˜€ð—¶ð—»ð—´, ð—¡ð—¼ð—®ð—µ ð—°ð—¼ð—»ð—³ð—¿ð—¼ð—»ð˜ð˜€ ð˜ð—µð—² ð˜‚ð—»ð˜†ð—¶ð—²ð—¹ð—±ð—¶ð—»ð—´ ð—¿ð—²ð—®ð—¹ð—¶ð˜ð˜†: ð—¹ð—¶ð—³ð—² ð—½ð—¿ð—²ð˜€ð˜€ð—²ð˜€ ð—¼ð—» ð—±ð—²ð˜€ð—½ð—¶ð˜ð—² ð—´ð—¿ð—¶ð—²ð—³'𘀠ð˜„ð—²ð—¶ð—´ð—µð˜. ð—”𘀠ð˜€ð—µð—² ð˜ð—¿ð—®ð˜ƒð—²ð—¿ð˜€ð—²ð˜€ ð˜ð—µð—¶ð˜€ ð˜ð˜‚ð—¿ð—¯ð˜‚ð—¹ð—²ð—»ð˜ ð—»ð—²ð˜„ ð—¹ð—®ð—»ð—±ð˜€ð—°ð—®ð—½ð—² ð—®ð—¹ð—¼ð—»ð—², ð—¡ð—¼ð—®ð—µ ð—±ð—¶ð˜€ð—°ð—¼ð˜ƒð—²ð—¿ð˜€ ð—¿ð—²ð˜€ð—¶ð—¹ð—¶ð—²ð—»ð—°ð—² ð˜€ð—µð—² ð—»ð—²ð˜ƒð—²ð—¿ ð—¸ð—»ð—²ð˜„ ð˜€ð—µð—² ð—½ð—¼ð˜€ð˜€ð—²ð˜€ð˜€ð—²ð—±. ð—™ð—¼ð—¹ð—¹ð—¼ð˜„ ð—µð—²ð—¿ ð—½ð—¼ð—¶ð—´ð—»ð—®ð—»ð˜ ð—·ð—¼ð˜‚ð—¿ð—»ð—²ð˜† ð—®ð˜€ ð˜€ð—µð—² ð˜‚ð—»ð—°ð—¼ð˜ƒð—²ð—¿ð˜€ ð˜ð—¿ð˜‚ð˜ð—µð˜€, ð—³ð—®ð—°ð—²ð˜€ ð—³ð—²ð—®ð—¿ð˜€, ð—®ð—»ð—± ð—²ð—ºð—¯ð—¿ð—®ð—°ð—²ð˜€ ð˜ð—µð—² ð˜‚ð—»ð—¸ð—»ð—¼ð˜„ð—» ð—®ð—µð—²ð—®ð—±. ð—§ð—µð—² ð—³ð—¼ð—¹ð—¹ð—¼ð˜„ð—¶ð—»ð—´ ð˜€ð˜ð—¼ð—¿ð˜† ð˜ð—®ð—¸ð—²ð˜€ ð—½ð—¹ð—®ð—°ð—² ð—±ð˜‚ð—¿ð—¶ð—»ð—´ ð˜€ð—²ð—®ð˜€ð—¼ð—» ð˜€ð—¶ð˜… ð—¼ð—³ "ð—–ð—¿ð—¶ð—ºð—¶ð—»ð—®ð—¹ ð— ð—¶ð—»ð—±ð˜€." ð—§ð—µð—²ð—¿ð—² ð˜„ð—¶ð—¹ð—¹ ð—¯ð—² ð—½ð—¹ð—¼ð˜ð—¹ð—¶ð—»ð—²ð˜€ ð—³ð—¿ð—¼ð—º ð˜ð—µð—² ð˜€ð—µð—¼ð˜„ ð—¶ð—» ð˜ð—µð—² ð˜€ð˜ð—¼ð—¿ð˜†, ð—¯ð˜‚ð˜ ð˜ð—µð—²ð˜† ð—ºð—®ð˜† ð—»ð—¼ð˜ ð—¯ð—² ð—¶ð—» ð—¼ð—¿ð—±ð—²ð—¿ ð—¼ð—¿ ð—²ð˜…ð—®ð—°ð˜. ð—§ð—µð—¶ð˜€ ð—¶ð˜€ ð—® ð˜€ð—²ð—¾ð˜‚ð—²ð—¹ ð˜ð—¼ ð˜ð—µð—² "ð—¥ð˜‚ð—»ð—»ð—²ð—¿" ð˜€ð—²ð—¿ð—¶ð—²ð˜€.