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SLeepless by ButtercupHarmony (Challenge #20- 3 In The Morning)
Title: Sleepless
Pairing/Characters: A smidge of Larry/Megan? All the regular cast (minus Amita) is featured
Rating/Category: PG? Somwhere around there.
Word Count: 629
Spoilers: Anything from first and second season is fair game
Summary: It was three in the morning, and he was not getting back to sleep.
Notes/Warning: This is supposed to be all the same night...
EDIT: Spelling issues corrected
He knew his boys hated it when he worried about them, but he was a parent and it was his prerogative. He remembered holding those two soon after they were born, completely helpless and fragile in his hands, and he still marveled at the men they had become. When Don announced his career choice, he instantly adopted the worry that his first born son would be killed, but society forgot to mention the mental toll.
It was three AM, he had a morning meeting and his son’s haunted eyes wouldn’t go away.
He wasn’t sure what he had hoped to accomplish by coming here. He had wanted to simply go home, watch a game and unintentionally fall asleep in front of the TV on his uncomfortable sofa. But his family hadn’t seen him in almost two weeks, hadn’t heard from him in four days. A simple dinner, that’s all it was supposed to be. Instead of falling asleep on his own couch, he fell asleep on his brother’s.
But now it was three in the morning, and there was no way he was going back to sleep.
When he first started consulting, he had done it because he wanted to make his brother proud of him, show off his skills and prove once and for all that math could solve everything. It didn’t hurt that working on FBI cases sounded cool. He hadn’t been prepared for the human element. But the cruelty humans could inflict on each other hit home soon, and sometimes he lay awake trying to quantify it.
And now it was three in the morning, and there was no way he was getting to sleep.
He was a man of science; he dedicated his life to unraveling the mysteries of the cosmos. When he watched his protege to become entangled with the FBI, he had cautioned his friend not to let the time pass by until he could no longer do the work he was destined to do. When he saw the results of Charles’ work, he did what any scientist did when faced with new data- tested a new hypothesis.
But now it was three in the morning, and he was getting neither answers nor sleep tonight.
She once told Larry that the FBI provided her with a sense of equilibrium. And while she did experience the equilibrium she searched for since she was a child, she also found much discord, and often wondered if she should have gone into clinical psychology. Less blood there. But when they found a missing child or freed a hostage, then she was reminded of why she did her job.
Except for when it was three in the morning and the nightmares refused to let her sleep.
He had been the new guy on the team, fresh from Quantico. Still cocky and arrogant. David had come the closest to questioning his motives for joining the Bureau, not realizing the newest member had left one war to fight another. He wonders where he finds the strength to get up to fight another battle each day, and wonders which battle will take him out first.
It was three in the morning, and the battles still waged on inside, keeping sleep away.
He hadn’t bought the kids story, and part of him was amazed that Megan, with all her years of training hadn’t picked up the lies. But Ron’s fable was his own story, and try as he might he couldn’t forget it. But all those emotions faded when he received another case- where a couple kids shot other kids for no reason at all. It was cases like that reminded him that everybody had their own story.
It was three in the morning, and the ghosts wouldn’t let him sleep.
Pairing/Characters: A smidge of Larry/Megan? All the regular cast (minus Amita) is featured
Rating/Category: PG? Somwhere around there.
Word Count: 629
Spoilers: Anything from first and second season is fair game
Summary: It was three in the morning, and he was not getting back to sleep.
Notes/Warning: This is supposed to be all the same night...
EDIT: Spelling issues corrected
He knew his boys hated it when he worried about them, but he was a parent and it was his prerogative. He remembered holding those two soon after they were born, completely helpless and fragile in his hands, and he still marveled at the men they had become. When Don announced his career choice, he instantly adopted the worry that his first born son would be killed, but society forgot to mention the mental toll.
It was three AM, he had a morning meeting and his son’s haunted eyes wouldn’t go away.
He wasn’t sure what he had hoped to accomplish by coming here. He had wanted to simply go home, watch a game and unintentionally fall asleep in front of the TV on his uncomfortable sofa. But his family hadn’t seen him in almost two weeks, hadn’t heard from him in four days. A simple dinner, that’s all it was supposed to be. Instead of falling asleep on his own couch, he fell asleep on his brother’s.
But now it was three in the morning, and there was no way he was going back to sleep.
When he first started consulting, he had done it because he wanted to make his brother proud of him, show off his skills and prove once and for all that math could solve everything. It didn’t hurt that working on FBI cases sounded cool. He hadn’t been prepared for the human element. But the cruelty humans could inflict on each other hit home soon, and sometimes he lay awake trying to quantify it.
And now it was three in the morning, and there was no way he was getting to sleep.
He was a man of science; he dedicated his life to unraveling the mysteries of the cosmos. When he watched his protege to become entangled with the FBI, he had cautioned his friend not to let the time pass by until he could no longer do the work he was destined to do. When he saw the results of Charles’ work, he did what any scientist did when faced with new data- tested a new hypothesis.
But now it was three in the morning, and he was getting neither answers nor sleep tonight.
She once told Larry that the FBI provided her with a sense of equilibrium. And while she did experience the equilibrium she searched for since she was a child, she also found much discord, and often wondered if she should have gone into clinical psychology. Less blood there. But when they found a missing child or freed a hostage, then she was reminded of why she did her job.
Except for when it was three in the morning and the nightmares refused to let her sleep.
He had been the new guy on the team, fresh from Quantico. Still cocky and arrogant. David had come the closest to questioning his motives for joining the Bureau, not realizing the newest member had left one war to fight another. He wonders where he finds the strength to get up to fight another battle each day, and wonders which battle will take him out first.
It was three in the morning, and the battles still waged on inside, keeping sleep away.
He hadn’t bought the kids story, and part of him was amazed that Megan, with all her years of training hadn’t picked up the lies. But Ron’s fable was his own story, and try as he might he couldn’t forget it. But all those emotions faded when he received another case- where a couple kids shot other kids for no reason at all. It was cases like that reminded him that everybody had their own story.
It was three in the morning, and the ghosts wouldn’t let him sleep.
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You've really nailed the voice of each character...
Two small beta issues
~Charlie's paragraph
you have match instead of math.
~Larry's paragraph
you have protbegin instead of protege
Again...thanks!
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Lovely work.