yes (please).

more than enough. i’ll be there in five.

probably has to do with the mouth it came out of, i don’t know.

yes ma’am. you’re a saint, j.

“Huh? No, you’re fine, J. What’s up?” Despite the rasp that coated Tara’s voice, she wasn’t sick, or even asleep. She’d taken the day off to catch up on her assignments but was definitely up for a chat.

“I doubt it was stupid, what is it?” she placed her notes onto her coffee table, now lounging on her sofa, wrapping her throw blanket along with herself. “Nah, but i might’ve drunk an overwhelming amount of alcohol last night resulting in my throat feeling like sandpaper.”

“hit me.” tara get off her couch and made her way to the kitchen where she could get some water boiled. “chamomile huh? this is some good advice, i think you might have chosen the wrong profession.”

tara stayed silent for a moment, looking along walls that decorated her house like they had an answer. “the workings of trauma on the brain are interesting, i will say. but for starters, i have to ask, what inspired this question? “

“Well, I really don’t know what you want me to say to that..”

“ok…but how do you accidentally break a coffee machine!?”

“all you have to do to start a new cycle is press a button. one. button!”

Supervisory Special Agent Hotchner. prosecutor turned hard-headed unit chief of the acclaimed behavior analysis unit in quantico. grade a asshole who just needs a hug. ms/mv. crossover/oc friendly.

“this case is what’s going on- it’s driving me nuts. how can the unsub do something to this extent, and still manage to have no witnesses.” she sighed, massaging her temples.

Someone should definitely go for drinks with her tonight!

She’s in the car waiting outside Emily Prentiss apartment. It’s been a while since they’ve went for drinks.

[ Detective Amanda Rollins ] your local Georgia peach. svu detective with the 16th precinct. hard headed as ever. survivor. ms. dms are always open for plotting. crossover friendly.

Slay!

i don’t know what’s worse. the fact that it’s a paperwork day, or the fact that the ac blew in the office.

hmm