Hollister Outfit Generator

Reminiscence

+ . Adelle DeWitt. Lies

+
. Adelle / Claire.
Bones:
+
Sublimation. Sweets / Hodgins. +
Therapy.
Angela / Sweets.
Buffy:
+
untitled. Buffy / Faith. Interlude +
. Buffy / Faith. Good Omens:

+
Scientific Curiosity. Crowley / Aziraphale. Glee
:
+ Boys. Tina / Rachel.
Iron Man (movieverse):
+ fragments. Tony / Pepper.

Merlin:

+ first kiss. Merlin / Arthur.
+ untitled . Merlin / Arthur.
+ words. Merlin / Arthur.
+
Merlin, the Enchanter, and the Frog Prince .
Merlin / Arthur.
+ to feel guilty. Arthur, Merlin (or Arthur / Merlin)
+ King (present and future) . Morgana (Uther / Morgana, Merlin / Arthur)
+
The night before the battle
. Arthur / Lancelt.
Watchmen:
+ Luz . Nite Owl II, Rorschach.
Crossovers:
+ Criminal Minds/Veronica Mars ; Emily Prentiss/Veronica Mars; prompt: unexpected.

How Often Should You Have A Brazilian Wax? PepSi U Lecture

of the progress she made in her Confronting Fears and Insecurities Before her untimely death. Not to mention she's drop dead gorgeous

. But, for the Purposes of this lecture, I Thought I Would focus on one of the Things I love MOST about Silvia - her incredibly expressive face. Whether It Was shock, happiness, Acceptance, disgust, or extreme sadness, the emotion always WAS Written across her face There, no words NECESSARY.

I want to concentrate on my four favorite Silvia faces. I Consider These looks to be "Classic" Silvia. 1. Disapproval / Disgust


Silvia is a pro at pulling this face, so much so events Pepa That Called her out on her "fucking mushroom face." Scholarshipuse Silvia has a Tendency to Be Serious and judgmental, this particular face Makes Frequent Appearances. Whenever people Are Not Doing What She Thinks They Should, Condemnation is quick to flash across her face ... Usually Followed by anger, Our Silvia is a little spitfire.
2. Shock / Incomprehension


It's easy to UNDERSTAND why this expression a lot considering Would Appear WHERE and with Whom Silvia works. With the wacky hijinks and pure madness OCCUR That Often in the world of LHDP, it's no wonder she sports a shocked face so much. Matters Not helping is The Fact That She got Involved with one Pepa Miranda, a mad goat, an impulsive woman Who is anything but predictable. You'd think she would'veBecome Desensitized to all the insanity considering How Often She Was Exposed to it, pero no, the cops of San Antonio always find a new way to surprise.

3. Sadness / Despair



When Silvia Castro cries, I tear up, too. She is a consummate professional when it comes to her job, her personal life But you've Always Been a bit of a, well, disaster. Though She Had Been Described as "cold" Nothing Could Be Further from the truth. Silvia is a very emotional (Some Might Say unstable events) person Sometimes Who Could not stop the tears from flowing, for herself or for Those she loved. Anytime her chin started to quiver, all I wanted WAS for someone to swoop in, Give her a big hug, and tell her all It Would Be A




This face doesn't get shown very often, but when it does, you're reminded that under that \

Dream Matte Mousse Blush Swatches

Title: Everything I have

Rating: R

Pairing: Pepa / Silvia

A / N: It's a (slightly-belated) Christmas miracle! At long last, Chapter 11 has-been completed and posted for your reading pleasure! Drum roll, please ....




That Was Easier Than I Thought It Would Be.

We had Been in the club for about half an hour and the mixture of pounding music and the nauseating smell of alcohol, sweat, and cologne WAS Giving me a headache. Pepa and I hovered around the bar while Gonzalo WAS set-up at a table across the room. Lucas, Paco, and Mariano, meanwhile, Were out in the newly Christene "Apollo Tequila" van.

It Took only ten minutes for Pepa to charm the busy the table, Pepa took the seat next to him and surprised me when she pulled me down to sit on her lap. It was a smart move. That image of us sitting there, Pepa’s fingers trailing back and forth across my thigh, left bare from the short dress I was wearing…I could tell we already had him half-way convinced to hire us. When I told him that our specialty was dancing together, he was as good as sold. So, we made an appointment for next weekend - “Mar” and I are going to dance next Friday, and if he likes what he sees, we’ll get a regular gig.

Now that we’ve accomplished our primary goal for this mission, we can call it night. We’re supposed to leave first and then Gonzalo will follow in about another 15 minutes. We’re just walking out of the cme. I was standing right next to him, coat in hand and ready to leave, when I saw him drooling over this other girl and offering to get her another drink. ‘
A girl as pretty as you shouldn’t have to get her own drink
,’ he said.” “Smooth, Javier, smooth….”

“He never offered to get me a drink all night!” I exclaimed. Pepa and I had been talking on the phone for the past hour and, somehow, we had gotten on the subject of exes, trading stories back and forth. Right now I was telling her all about the fiasco that was Javier, my only college boyfriend. “Well, by the time I got him into a taxi, he was barely conscious and I was fucking angry, so, on the way home, I asked the taxi driver to make a little detour…right to the fmisses my comment.

“What was that?”

“Nothing…go on.” I don’t feel like getting into it because then I’d have to admit that her flirting bothered me. Not that I was really jealous or anything…it was just unprofessional! Of course, she’d probably take it as me being jealous and I wouldn’t hear the end of it, and I wouldn’t want to be the cause of her already-inflated ego getting to the point of near-bursting.

“Alright, speaking of getting on a girl’s bad side…I’ve got another story for you.”

“Spill it.”

“So, I was kinda-sorta seeing this girl, Carla. I mean, we we’re hanging out and we’d sleep together every now and then…I guess to her that meant we were dating… pull up outside her house…everything looks a little familiar. I don’t think too much about it, though, because we’re both just trying to make it up the stairs as quietly as possible and not fall over. When we got inside, we didn’t even make it to her bedroom, we just fell on the sofa and started to rip each others’ clothes off…”
“Did her parents catch you?”
“No, and shhhhh, stop interrupting! We hear a door open, and as I fly off the sofa searching for my pants, I hear a gasp. I look up…and there was Carla.”

“What? How…?”

“The sister…it was Carla. I had just had sex with Carla’s older sister who was in town from college for the holidays. And, my god, I had never seen two sister’s go fGod, I can not imagine dating someone only to Have Them go and sleep with Lola, too! "I shudder at the Thought. "I mean, it's bad enough" Knowing my ex-husband is now with Our niece, pero a sister is just too much! "

" Ah, yeah, Paco told me about Luke and Sara, "she says a bit hesitantly.

"Mmhmm ... ... it will Take Some Getting Used to, for everyone, But I guess ..."

"Love is love, right?" She finishes for me. "I like Lucas and all, and of course I love our niece, and I wish Them happiness, blah, blah, blah ... but Any Man Who Would Leave You? Well, he's Automatically an idiot in my book. "The comment shouldn't mean so much to me, But it does.

"Thank you, Pepa. And Lucas
is an idiot,” I add to lighten the mood, and she responds with a hearty laugh.
“Okay…tell me more. What other idiots have been in your life? Any more men who were stupid enough to let you get away? Or any women?” She questions slyly. “Any women you might want to tell me about…? You know, during those college years in Barcelona?” I hear the smile forming around the words and can picture her waggling eyebrows. I unfortunately have no sordid stories of sexual experimentation to share with her though, and I tell her so.

“I’m disappointed in you,
pelirroja
…no sordid stories to share! I could tell you all about the one time I had sex with a guy in a funhouse – I’ll never look at those mirrors the same way again…or when I went outAPAD or anything. Fess up,

girl. "She laughs and

Then goes silent for a FEW seconds. I start to think That She Might not react and as I'm about to jump back in to change the subject, she finally Speaks up. "About 50 or so. Somewhere around 10 guys ... the rest girls. Rough estimate. "And I realize her FEW seconds of silence Were Actually Trying to her tally up the number - 50 people! That's 10 times as Many People as I've been with! I'm struck speechless. "But, you know, a lot of That Number Came From ... When I Was Young When I ran off to Sevilla, I did not really Have to go anywhere, and I fell in with a bad crowd. Lots of parties, drugs ... sex. Bea WAS part of the scene, too, But When we started dating, she got tired of it and wante we’ve been talking for so long!”

“That’s because I’m just so easy to talk to…”

“Oh, shut up, Pepa. Have I told you before that I hate when you’re being cocky and smug?”

“You don’t have to lie, Silvia…I know you secretly love when I’m cocky and smug…it adds to the roguish charm that I know you just can’t resist.”

“If you could only see how my eyes are rolling…”

“Rolling because my charm is too much to take and you’re about to faint?”

“I’m hanging up now,” I say, shaking my head and hearing her braying laugh over the line before I hang up on her. I swear, she’s insanely obnoxious sometimes…but I quietly admit to myself,
'She�s right ... I do secretly love it. " _____________________________________________________

The costumes for Our try-outs Have Been try - I Can Safely Say That in all my years of Being on the force, I've never seen Such Any cop wear an outfit before. That's right, we're dressing up as cops, and I'm ridiculously thrilled at the idea of seeing Pepa in Such a tiny skirt. I'm Having a hard time imaging it, But I Know It's Going to Be A Riot. Bad Ass Pepa with her vests and wearing a shoulder holster ... mid-riff top and a skirt that'll barely cover her ass. Her face WAS priceless When she saw the outfit.


"Why can not I wear pants? Cops wear pants! "She Yelle, frustrated.
"Miranda! You're gXC We sit and chat for a little bit, talking about the work we did today and going over some more details of the case. As the minutes tick by, I start to get more and more anxious. More nervous with every second. We’re about to dance. Together. Like strippers. Together.
I think she can sense my agitation and offers to get me a glass of wine. I quickly say yes, and she bounds off to the kitchen to pour us both a glass. She comes back with the two glasses and the bottle. I'm handed my glass and she places the bottle on the coffee table. As I knock back the whole drink and start pouring myself another, she walks over to her stereo system to get the music prepared.

“Do you ever take that thing off? I bet you shower and sleep with it on…”

"What?"

"Your shoulder holster," I say, making nervous conversation.

"Oh, I forgot I still had it on," she says as she takes it off and throws it at me on the sofa.

"Brat!"

She laughs and looks at me Then Seriously, done setting up the music. "Ready?" She ASKs as she hits play. The music

eat on and now I'm Nearly petrified. "Who is this? I do not know if I can dance to this. "

" Goldfrapp. And yes you can. "
She Makes her way back to me, Takes the second almost-empty glass out of my hand and puts it down on the coffee table Along with hers. She pulls me to my feet and turns around me so That I'm Facing away from her.
Just stand right there and follow my lead. "

Her hands start off at my shoulders and she slowly drags them down my back Until She Reaches my waist. Her hands grasp my hips forcefully and she pulls me back Into her.
I think I'm going to pass out.
But, Then she starts to move us in unison, Our hips rotating to the rhythm of the music. Our Movements and Their hips continue her hands snake down the front of my Thighs Before traveling up the back, making a pass over my ass.

Something snaps. I pull away to grab her half-full glass of wine on the table, down it in one gulp and turn around to face her. I throw my arms around her shoulders, she has a lazy smile on her lips, and Our Hips Easily pick up the rhythm again. Her handsreturn to my ass so she can pull me in even closer while my fingers find their way up into her hair and I pull her face close to mine. She dips her head to my neck and swipes her lips across my collarbone before she pushes away to twirl me to her side. With one hand on my hip and the other buried in my hair, she pulls me down in a dip with her and, when we pull back up, she places herself behind me again. She takes my hands in her own, and trails them across my body. Getting a little more daring, she guides both of our hands under my blouse. My brain has obviously short-circuited because, without thinking twice, I pull my hands out from under hers and lift my blouse over my head, throwing it onto the sofa. Her hands are still stranded where I left them, fingers spread over my ribcage just he hell am I doing?! What the hell am I doing?!?! The lustful haze is lifted by her moaning my name, just as the song is about to end. And I realize I’m standing in Pepa’s living room, half-naked, with her hands on my breasts, squeezing.

Oh, god, that feels good…Stop it!
I panic. I pull away and lunge for my blouse lying wrinkled on the sofa. I put it on without turning around. “I think that’s enough for now. We should be fine for Friday,” I manage to get out as I scramble for my purse on the other end of the sofa.
“Silvia…” she whispers almost pleadingly. “I’m sorry…”

But I cut her off before she can continue. “Don’t. Pepa, just don’t.” I say quietly. “I have to get home. I’m sure Gonzalo is waiting up for me.”

I regret saying it, but that last statement had the effect I was going for. She straightened up like a bucket of cold water had just been poured over her and started to reach for her shirt as well.

“Fine, I’ll see you later then, Silvia.”
“…I…Pepa…” I don’t really know what I want to say. I don’t know what I can
say. “Goodnight, Pepa,” is all that sadly escapes as I walk out and she closes the door behind me.

Using A Laptop Causing Facial Flushing? teh_evil_bunny @ 2009-12-23T21: 10:00

Merlin;
Merlin / Arthur or Merlin & Arthur, as you please;
~ 2000 words
without spoilers, but would place post-second season, just to put a context

to feel guilty

i.

Of course, ultimately, the fault is still Arthur. First, Arthur knows that started with fewer men than needed. Whether it was an urgent need, children and arrogant, if proved their worth. Overconfidence, perhaps. Maybe it was simply a matter of pragmatism. A question that his people will remain protected in their absence. However, it all comes down to aa matter of fewer troops than needed at his side, brothers in arms unless you can rely on and regret. Secondly, despite the insistence of common sense, should never have strayed from the path back. It is not their land, are not those of his knights, much less are those of the poor servant that goes with them. An inappropriate decision, given the considerations. Third, Arthur should have seen them. Should have been prepared, and have seen them, and having heard, instead of impassively observe the dagger is plunged into the side of Merlin.

ii.

Arthur is a man of faith. No, technically that's not true. Arthur is not even sure to be a man, much as it rErlin shrinks in the mud, unconscious, but breathing. Arthur is sure of it, Girandole on the ground, examining the wounds under clothing. Gasp, with fingers numb with cold and constant drizzle. Instead of comforting tingle left after the battle, after exercise, the satisfaction of victory, this quake is cold.

Le inspects his face, cleaning mud and blood and waiting for Merlin open eyes and stop this nonsense. "Come on, Merlin, stupid," and when his words do not get reaction, not left to think beyond the immediate future, and not left to think about the consequences or the return to Camelot. Venda

wound in his side, fortunately caused. Poc
HTMLXC Merlin wakes up after three days, pale and haggard, even feverish. He says nothing, but Arthur knows that stares at him, and knows

. Of course I know. Merlin knew what was exposed, the idiot. The risk involved. So
Arthur clears his throat and removed the facial hair. "We should take the road back when you can ride, my father probably sent somewhere for us and I would not ..." Not just the phrase, and Merlin is incorporated on the elbows, licks his lips before speaking.
-Arthur.

Arthur looks away, continues to eat and refuses to come to Merlin.

Merlin. There is a joke. Arthur pensand Merlin wants to say something. Whatever. I mentioned how stupid it is to be, so that Arthur can put eyes and order to prepare the horses and load their bags with no regrets. But above all, wants to stop looking at him and Merlin, as if waiting for Arthur to go to raise the sword at any time. Arthur Makes
if you mean to do something, Merlin, would not be in the back
. God knows he wants. Thrash and ask why not and hit told him to go away in frustration.

And he wants to see it again. Merlin

emaciated and not the content. Want to see stubborn and proud. Powerful.
wants to see Merlin, dammit. The truth.

ix. Dejan

the village at dawn, and Arthur try not to mention any of the times that shout Merlin containing a face, each time that rubs some of his wounds. Arthur thinks that to be a sorcerer, so supposedly fearsome as they are, could easily throw the horse. Is sufficient to extract a forced smile, the thought of Merlin spinning in the mud, angry, and leaving aside the caution that it carried since she woke.
progressing slowly and the route known, and Arthur does not miss anything this time. Do not want surprises, and does not want more deaths. When it starts to get dark, Merlin sends Arthur to fetch wood. When you return, when the fire is almost ready and Arthur sits on the floor and ordered enceLXC

x.


"I wanted to tell you.
"Of course.
"I mean, Arthur. Arthur looks away and fan the flames. Merlin sits beside him, avoiding eye contact in turn, resting his forearms on his knees.

... I did not know if Merlin's voice breaks. If you knew what he ... "a glance, and Arthur can see how swallows with difficulty. You should hate me. Arthur not want to ask what you mean. A dead bandits, perhaps. A could not save the rest of men, perhaps. But more, much more. And Arthur does not want to ask. Not now, you might in a while, or maybe when Merlin decides to tell.ne to spell, it will. Merlin If you keep away from all this, if it gets that "I'm not your responsibility, Merlin. On the other hand, you do you are mine.

would sound trying to sound like a king, someone with authority, someone who really believed capable of such tasks. Merlin laughs, without looking.

-Give me some credit, Arthur. Even you know that's not true.

Another of those things that do not ask, at least for now. Even if deep down you know that this goes beyond a mere servant, a mere prince. The things left unsaid, and perhaps never tell. Those that are not supported, but you both understand, in the background. And that night is enough.

The Answers To Ap Bio Lab 6

fragments
Iron Man (movieverse), Tony / Pepper (Tony / Other. Comicverso brazenly mention in this respect)
PG-13, ~ 1000 words
general randomness


i.

Tony does not cost too lost in fantasies. He is a genius, you can afford. The times better exploited since he returned are those of the morning, with the accent Jarvis fluid flooding the room, bothering while Tony works on new planes. It costs too much hold the pen on paper and then driving past strokes while images are interspersed with reddish hair falling over his shoulders in suits.


ii. or, not realizing at the flick of your hand, or the way your nails momentarily caress her cheek. Tony is fixed.

and consider it a rejection, but for the way in which Pepper Tony smiles every time he says that "torture does so, Miss Potts." Tony distinguished wrinkles at the corner of his lips, like those that form around your eyes. It's a mischievous smile, those that illuminate a face, especially if it is full of freckles. iv.


time ago a friend (though honestly, do not even know if they give that description) warned that there is no armor strong enough, the feelings are a double-edged dagger, cross to long ago ceased to say anything, but when Tony sleep (five hours, the evening is the best time to wake up) prepares a loaded coffee, hides the sugar and leaves a note.



vii.


Alcohol kills more brain cells than you can afford, sir, and I hate having to find work.
P. Potts




viii.


the end it turns red. Pepper. With her red hair and red shirt and his hands stained red, red splashes on his face. "Of all the stupid things, Tony - mumbles, his eyes glazed and hand on her stomach, putting pressure on his wound.

has removed half the armor, enough to get under metal, under canvas. Soft, warm fingers sinking into his flesh. Removed heels are together with Tony, at his side as he kneels and looks Pepper a comfortable position. Barefoot from broken glass, and has wet cheeks, or maybe it's just Tony, is looking blurry. He smiles sideways.

"I like how you wear your hair - he says, and goes tearing. Pepper

serious and uncomfortable laughs, turning away the strands that fall upon his face, quickly, in an unconscious gesture.
I know it's biologically impossible - you voice cracks on the road, almost imperceptibly - but should try not to talkXC "Among other sites, responds. "I'll need
overtime.

Tony shrugs.



x. Things
Tony Stark finds out about Pepper Potts.
He shivers, laughs acute when he caresses the column with the fingertips under the clothes (or without). I like sushi (Tony thought so, but always thought it was more than pizza). No likes to wear her hair down, much as Tony insists. The red color

is natural. No plans to file any claim of sexual harassment, at least in the near future.
(That last point is quite a relief.)

Mcmurphy In His Boxers

LXC I've been in the lab all day, Completing Other tests for married and filling out paperwork. I'm not sure WHERE Entirely Pepa is ... I think she Might Be out on her first patrol. I've Spent the whole day wondering Where She is and whether she's going to come springing Through That Door to say "hi." Knowing that I've Spent the whole day thinking about this is bothering me to no end, But I can not seem to direct my brain in direction and Stock That Does not end in her.

"I have so much paperwork to do" leads into "Pepa Said she hates doing paperwork."

"I need to go to the supply closet and get some more syringes" derails into "Pepa ADMITTED That she has a phobia of needles."

"I have given an important and Potentiallygerous undercover mission in just two days "spirals into" Pepa and I Are getting together tomorrow to go over the details of the case. "

I think I must be going insane. I've Always Been just a little crazy, But now I must be certifiable. Why can not I get this woman out of my head?! An image of her smiling face Appears in my mind's eye ... and I think I know why. But There's no time for Analyzing it now. There's too much work to Be Done. Wipe That image out of your head. Go stare at Some crime scene photos, Silvia ... maybe that'll help you focus. ______________________________________________________________



It's Friday. Everybody's Been Preparing all day - ironing out the details, checking equipment, going over the plan. Pepa and I are about to leave to her place, but she wants to stop and say goodnight to Paco first.

We’re rounding the corner when Paco, Mariano, Gonzalo, and Curtis come bursting out of the locker rooms.

“I’m just saying...a parked van with
‘Confecciónes Puri’
printed on the side is probably going to look out of place on a street full of bars and clubs,” Mariano throws out in that jittery, wide-eyed way of his.

“And, and...what? One of the club owners can’t be buying dresses for the dancers?” Paco responds.

“Paco, the dancers don’t wear those kinds of dresses,” Mariano explains. “They were those outfits with velcro that they can just pull off.\Our mics ide? "Fuck



.

How did nobody think about that? Everybody stands around

Not Really Knowing What to Say, Not feeling stupid for thinking about Logistical Such an important detail.
"Gonzalo, why do not you go in with Them ...?" Paco suggests. "Not with Them
with Them, But as a patron of the club. You Could Be mic'ed, keep an eye on everything, and keep us in the van Informed of what's going on. "

Gonzalo lets out a long sigh Before agreeing. There's really not much Other option. And, for a second, I'm afraid he's going to want to come over to Pepa's, too, Now That he's Also going in undercover. But, INSTEAD, I says historical part That Does not reqck to the living room.
And, here we are now, poring over files, looking for any important information.
She takes another long swig of coffee and I feel the need to break the silence. “We need to target one of the dancers. See if we can get one of the girls to open up to us...somebody there has to know something.”

“What would make you think any of the strippers would know anything?”

“Ah, I see you haven’t gotten to the end of that file.” I point at the file she's currently holding and she shakes her head indicating she hasn’t. “Well, you might as well put it down and I’ll sum it up for you.”
She closes the file, letting it fall back to its spot on the table, picks up her coffee to drink some more, and looks at me expectantly.
"Miguel and Julio Castillo, the brothers Who are the Leaders and brains of the outfit Entire ... They've never hidden the fact-Women That They Appreciate ..."

"I Can Understand That," she interrupts.

"Sht, Pepa, let me finish."

"Okay. Sorry. Go on. "Another gulp of coffee.
"They've Been Known to hand-pick dancers That They Want to ... get to know Intimately. Every now and then, One of These Women will end up Becoming a mistress - Provided for and well-taken care of ... for a while anyway "
" Right ... That Does not sound like anything out of the ordinary , though. "

" No, not Particularly, But do you remember that There Was a 'big fuck up' last time We Were Trying to Arrest These Men? "She nods and I let out a sigh Before Launching Into the story.

"One of these Mistresses, Isabel Hernandez, Had come forward to us. She Was Involved With The Younger brother, Julio. She Came to us after I beat her to death Nearly Because she got pregnant with Another Man's Baby And She Was Afraid Of What Might have to do to her now That Had she betrayed him. She Came to us ready to Testify Against Both brothers ... She Had Been raped, beaten, Witness Other Drug Trafficking monkfish ... ... and Had Heard and seen Things That Would Also help us get on Murder Charge Them. Everything We Need To make sure the Entire Castles' gang, She Was Going to Give Us. "Pepa is sitting quietly, Taking IT tol in while I pause to take a sip of my own coffee.
“We promised her that she would be kept safe. My father had arranged for Paco and Mariano to stay with her in a hotel room the days before and during the trial. Nobody else knew where they were staying in order to ensure her safety. Isabel...well, she was an alcoholic and during their stay in the hotel room, she was able to convince Paco and Mariano to buy her bottles of vodka. They later told us that she said she’d make a better witness drunk or hungover than going through withdrawls.
“The night before the trial, Paco and Mariano decided to order some Chinese food for dinner. As they were eating, they said they started to worry about Isabel. She was apparently nearly passed out from drinking so muchn the case.

"Alright ... so we go in, Get Hired, play nice with the dancers and hope one of Them Something knows and is willing to talk." She starts pulling together the files, Trying to Arrange Them Into Some semblance of order . "Is that the game plan?"

"Sounds about right now ... All We Need Are Our undercover names." She lights up at this.
"And, What name do you think Should I use? Do I look like a. .. Laura? Lorena ...?" Or
"No. I think you look like a grandmother. "

" What!? That sounds like a grandma's name! "And with this she adeptly pops to her feet, leaps over the coffee table, and tackles me.

"Take it back,

redhead! Better Or give me a name!Mar and Alicia ... that'll work. "

A few Minutes Later, we're Saying goodbye at the doorway. She kisses me on the cheek and tells me to Have a Good night. Just like Gonzalo did earlier. And, just like Earlier, There's a strange pang. Shame? Maybe. Regret? Yes.

... Excitement? Definitely.

Liquor License Ontario

Reaches as arm across the bed to none-too-Gently slam the snooze button ITS Before Returning to form plaque of rest across Silvia's slender hip. Both Women long for Just a few more minutes of quiet Before HAVING to face the day. Almost They've Been Able to fall back to sleep When There's a flurry of motion coming from the couch in the center of the room and a booming voice rings out.

"Everybody wake up! We Need to get back to the precinct!" Don Lorenzo orders while walking a sure path to the wall and throwing up the light switch.

"Just a few more minutes," Paco and Pepa mumble in sync. Refrains from Silvia Merely speaking and lifts the sheet to cover her and Pepa's head to block out the offending light. Mariano

Continues to snore.

"What the hell is this?! We Have work to do! EVERYBODY UP!" Don Lorenzo repeats in the tone of voice Implies That He Does not Want to Have to say it again.

Don Lorenzo is right after all. There's Work to Be Done, and a killer to Be caught, so Pepa, Silvia, and Paco start to shift around, lifting Unhappily still heavy with sleep teddies Into sitting positions. Mariano Continues to snore.

After succeeding in waking the rest of the group up, Don Lorenzo marches over to the small space of the floor in front of the dresser is laying WHERE Mariano. He leans over, slowly and quietly, Until His own face is Just a few inches from Mariano's.
"WAKE THE FUCK UP, IDIOT!"
"What?" What is it? Is ThereEach Doctor Worked on aces, and your name is the only one That eat up for all three. "
" But, Gonzalo, at this point we do not really Have Anything to go on ... It Could Be a huge coincidence ! And, here we'd be, wasting time Trying to 'protect' me while the killer is targeting someone else Out There Entirely! "Silvia Exclaims.
" You're right .. We Do not Have much to go on, "Don Lorenzo Speaks Up," but an alert has-been sat out warning to all police districts about the Heightened Risk for all the forensics empleados. Right now, Though, We Have the only lead is the connection you share with the Doctors. "
" The Commissioner's right, Inspector Mendez adds, "We've Been working on this case for a little over three months now Without really getting anched around the stems is a card.

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n this, but Arthur is able to make them believe they can win. Lancelot would find it a hypocrisy, a sign of pride and perhaps innocence, he did not know that Arthur will ride with them in the front line. If they have to fall, fall with them. loyalty, however, confidence in the conviction and courage of their king, Lancelot does not mean that considers the situation a little less than suicide. Le
inside his tent, staring at the floor, holding his face in his hands. "I need not tell me," whispers, as she entered.

Too many battles, too long. Since Arthur was only a prince, brave, yes, but inexperienced, and Lancelot a wannabe something greater, nofor himself, to Camelot. For their king. Of course, the battles they have hardened on both. Coexistence and sword fight with the sword, known as being an extension of another. Because it is useful in battle, think Lancelot. But much more, and is something that neither has let slip in words. -Arthur-starts. Arthur looks up. Excalibur is lying beside her, shining in the dim light of the store. When I look, Lancelot sees all the tiredness, the weight of the king of Camelot. Arthur rubbed his face with the palm of your hand and keeps his eyes for a few seconds. The moment passes, of course. The defeat, or whatever Lancelot seems to see in their eyes. Arthur forces him away, something I can outline

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o. It's something his . Maybe something is missing ... accuracy. But Merlin is a good magician. It is a great magician.
So, obviously, is because of Arthur.

Arthur, instead of ... to discover one of those occasions where Merlin is saving

your life, you have to choose that very day. That time.

"I hope you do not remember any of this to come back - he says.

---

has been lying on the floor, rests his head against the trunk of a tree. The frog remains motionless on his chest and really, really

seems to be observed with the expression of 'God's sake, Merlin, but how can you be so hopelessly useless?'. Is impr

-Uh. Merlin

breathe.

- Sir?
I do not know ...
-you hit "stammers, saying it was run over. Arthur

searches with curiosity, and Merlin believes that, as it has begun, should not stop. "It was a bad fall. You hit your head and thought it would be safer not's Move site, may have broken his neck .... Or worse. Seriously. Gaius just let me carry ointments from one room to another." Me and the manipulation of living things? Not a good combination. And I do not want ... Well, crippling the Crown Prince. Lord. " Arthur

flashes.
"I fell. "Yes.
-Yo.

Merlin sounds incredulous and feel certainapex of irritation.

Remember that Arthur was a frog five minutes earlier.
-Os
hard to believe or not, your highness, your ankles are twisted real just as well as those of other mortals.
- Why have not I sent to the brig for insubordination night at this point, Merlin? Merlin

smiles.

- My charm? Arthur

comic and shakes his head.

"I had a strange dream - then shakes her head again, and Merlin chuckled.





After that, Merlin exercises transfiguration limited practically invalid. Do not want another accident like that, even if Arthursamples does not remember anything of the incident. Certainly not present any visible shot, which somehow invalidate the story of Merlin. Prefer to think that the fact that Arthur did not mention anything about the place is simple arrogance on their part.
The alternative is ...
The alternative simply confuse you.






could be paranoia. It probably is. Safely. Merlin is a bit paranoid, objectively speaking. He says to Gwen because Gwen and think it's a bit strange, so answer honestly or just laugh and give you a pat on the back. "I think Arthur watches me." No, agreement, monitoring is not the word. Is more subtle. It is as ifArthur was alert to your surroundings. As if he saw something that did not see before. Worse. Suddenly it seems to have realized that there
Merlin. As self-conscious individual, not just an extension of Arthur.
-Merlin, I think Arthur has more important things in the head spy.
"I will not say that I spy, just ...
- Merlin!

Gaius's voice interrupted a conversation to whispers, and Gwen shakes her head, hiding the smile off his face.

probably paranoia. Yes



Security.





The third time Arthur called in the middle of the night that week, Merlios and refuses to look at him.

"Well, if at least amuses you," murmurs gullet.

Arthur lets out a laugh, and Merlin is decided. That moment, that exact moment. Decides that






-Arthur is retaliating.
- What will be revenge, Merlin? Gwen

watching him warm that way it seems to say 'you're adorable, but if you do not shut your mouth you may be locked in the stables on a stormy night. " -of-things answered, after meditating. Es .. Whatever.
"I do not seem to treat you differently.

Which means: "Arthur always considered you a slave, Merlin, what has changeded exactly? "

And Merlin understands exactly that tone, and I would answer: 'Well, if it is revenge, and Uther has not sent the Guard to drag me to the pyre, then yes

has changed somewhat. Something huge. "

grunts and continues mending Arthur shirt. The damn red shirt Arthur. Anyone would swear that her prince has no clothes. And Merlin knows no patch, anyway. It's more than obvious that this is revenge.





Arthur is ordered to clean the stables when Merlin thinks, perhaps, a crown prince would not be turned into a frog so

bad idea. That is, governments have been worse. Camelot would be aEvanta and shakes the earth and ashes of the hands, walking toward him.
"Well, I'ma surprising.

Merlin takes a step backwards, inertia, and Arthur frowned.

"If I were to say something, I would have said long ago, speaks almost offended. And the truth is I'm not sure I like this new habit of yours. I would like to finish turned into a frog. Again. Merlin

flashes.

"That was a ...
- Accident? Obviously, depending on the day you are as useless as a magician than as a servant.
"I could repeat it and would not be an accident," he warns, while noting her lips curving slightly, like those of Arthur.

Arthur takes another step toward him, crosses lI arms over his chest and face tilting notes, too full and proud of himself.

"Please, Merlin, we all know that can not stand even a whole day to test the hypothesis of the kiss, only to have me back.
"Oh, you are underestimating my endurance, Highness.
-

Seriously. This time Merlin

not retreat, even when Arthur is obviously no longer occupied, but

violating their personal space. Not even raise his hand to keep the bubble of individuality. Why not think that Arthur can keep at bay, or maybe not.

"I tell you more. I'm sure even you would want to test that hypothesis now, "said Arthur, and moisture

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. Both fight for their respective kings. Both are subject to the whims of fate. Morgana not fight for the king, fight for the man. The guard that execute to know who is actually what is
reality. The Camelot king no longer required. The man who observes with fervent worship, who claims not to move forward if something happened. Morgana hates him and loves him, always will. Merlin

fight for his king, because no man can have. Because it is fitting that the most powerful wizard the world has seen in centuries to follow and protect the king of legend. Because it is the king who deserves Camelot, who love (and lost) his wife, but he will always be constant. Throughout historya, Merlin will be remembered. A Merlin, not Guinevere. Merlin wants to Gwen, but not the way we need to Arthur.
Both are tied to their destination, after all. ***

---

Uther fall, and Morgan with him. It sees itself falling into the abyss, when most can not deny the magic. The difference between Merlin and it lies in that, after all. It is not will or power, is not resistance. It is purpose. Merlin has one, and Morgan has always been lost in one way or another.

will face. Sorcerer and sorceress, and the foundations of Camelot tremble under their power. After the possibilities of lost confidence, when bothhave chosen their side. His loyalty and the new or old beliefs. And he notes now, walking beside Gwen. A young skinny and awkward, so nobody can ever imagine. Both laugh, trust each other, and everything is simple. Simple thus ephemeral. Morgana

cherishes his time with Arthur in the same way, knowing that one day disappear, and think that maybe there's some way to combat this machinery that directs them to everyone. ***







Uther's hand on his cheek. Rough and huge, covering his jaw. Tanned skin after years of fighting, spoiled to the amenities of the Court. Uther's eyes looking wounds on his face and handsanchored there at his side, feeling each breath. In the background ... In the end, Morgan believes that somehow, Uther knows it better than the known one. At least in the things that matter. Are known in pride, in absentia, on the bed. The selfishness and bad decisions.

These moments. They are the few that Morgan lives in the present.

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I? I do not want to take anything from you. Lance does not know what bothers to have office hours. ***

talk in bed. Rather, Angela speaks and listens Lance. Angela always talks about, actually. With wild hair and that smile from ear to ear, Angela appears radiant and comfortable as if he had never been out of place. They talk about Dr. Brennan and Agent Booth, work, and what Lance calls "demand for privacy and lack of commitment" and Angela called "want to get laid is not bad, Sweets. It is perfectly normal and healthy so as to footing. " ***

---

When Lance gets to know Jeffersonian Angeshrugs.

- Why is it so important?

Lance raises his eyebrows. "It is not, is curiosity.

So Angela throws a pillow and lies back on the ground. It bends a little to do, lifting her shirt a few inches and exposing her belly, flat stomach. Over-stretched and smiles intentions written on their faces. "Are not you coming?" ***





To what counts, Lance is incredibly good at keeping secrets. It's part of his contract, after all. Not only that, but who really believes in the privacy of individuals. That there are certain things that I favor is an access, and will resuwould fail to see Jack? "No, what I mean is that what you can not pretend to accelerate the process, because the residual element always ... going to be there. - Are you jealous, Lance?

His hand squeezes the salt shaker tightly and snorts. "What? No, of course ... No, what a stupid, what is that? "Angela Nails

elbow on the table and smiles, tilting her face and resting his chin in the palm of your hand.

"I think you are jealous. Lance reaches your cup of coffee.

- Do you know? If you're going to move to the cafeteria consultations could at least pay for my breakfast. ***


The first occurrence was re Lancementally turned on, after all, it was he who advised the period of celibacy. The Fund believes that Angela does this in part to show all that in the absence of sex is nonsense. But they are in his office instead of out, Angela closes the door with the safe and stay on the site, with his hands behind his back, innocent. Innocent, now. Lance

swallows and pretends not to notice the way in which Angela approaching hip wiggle to your desktop. Walk slowly, and when it leans on the table with both hands and leans forward, her hair covers part of the face.
"I know what you're thinking," he says.
And yes, you need to know. Because Lance swallows again and asked when
nor
has been thinking about it.

- Do you plan to kiss me or not, Sweets? I have not all day, "he says laughing away with that little grave, a little nervous. ***







"I want a home. No cottage or anything, I know many people say that and imagine their houses full of animals and all that. But I want a bigger house. A house of mine, is covered with a sheet up to her chest and looks away not the ceiling. I mean, I like my apartment, but it is a rental. I want something I can say my

. And it is, you know?

Lance nods.

- And you? -Seems genuinely curious.
I want to see the sequel to Star Trek. To be positiveble without the JJ Abrams directed. Not that I have nothing against

Lost, of course.

He earns a snort.

"I thought this was going to share our concerns, open our hearts, et cetera. Lance

frowns, nor looks away from the ceiling. -Nah, not really. I told you it was pure curiosity. ***





Anyway, it was his idea, right? His. Backed by a solid theoretical basis. Idea. And yet it is Angela's legs around his hip and never would think 'this is wrong. " ***





The first mistake is, of course, engage andMOTIONAL with the team.

Lance knows that this is your fault, because it should have prevented the transfer effect from the start. Jeffersonian staff should be a group of colleagues, nothing more, nothing less. Of course, the Jeffersonian staff also set up as less professional relationship with Lance has ever worked with.

That's no excuse, of course. They work with data, with solid evidence. His job is to seek objectivity in the psyche, made itself impossible. If their own subjective biases should add their apparent inability to stay out emotionally ... Well, assume that you are screwed. ***




Although you can

ed to tell you, if not ... Did he call. "Bourgeois? A concept as classic romanticism.
might say I'm yours, if you're interested
. Probably has been since day one, and had not even noticed, stupid.

could. If I had, of course, the guts to do it.

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to sweep the land with a flash and not have to mutter a syllable. But words are a conduit, is a safe route with which to channel all that potential. To be trained and contained. Yet they are a danger. More powerful than most people will ever know.
Those that reads and writes in its report, which could ignite and create storms. Injure and kill. Heal.

Those people understand and use, whose power goes out or starts depending on who uses them. The Merlin says that every day and hiding.
hidden magic and wants

confidence, and there is something underneath it all. Trust, which is loyalty and respect. Magic, which is power and destruction. Those who never tell, but they are there. Which explain everything. His devotion to Arthur, Camelot, the reason I could not (or should) go with what is inside.

Those who say and never have as much power as you lead into the chest. When it comes time to discover and uncover the lies, when you need him to understand, really understand

only a sentence, before disappearing altogether and losing everything.
a silent request not hate me for this, please
, as if Arthur was a friend or something else. As if he had ever considered Merlin more than useless. But then you can say. Have the power to abolish the reign of Uther and establishing

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broadest possible range of the word. Actually, humans have definitions for things that should not even have a name. He once said Aziraphale. Probably not the best example, Woodstock is not the summit of mortal modesty and righteousness.
's not the worst (Sodom and Gomorrah was one of those parties that do not forgotten. Except Crowley, who has a lovely mental vacuum between the first rain of fire and waking up without pants in the shade of a cactus), but not exactly a representative sample.
Aziraphale has hair longer than it should (which suggests that Crowley has always been ahead of his time. His times. Crowley, simply, should have been established in the twenty-first century have Dejado nonsense) and frowns. "It's part of the life process," he says, simply. "Please angel. Is the vice by vice.
"And free will. There's something in his voice as he rearranges, sitting Indian style on the grass. It sounds uncomfortable, so Crowley thinks "ah" and stores that data for future reference. Leave rest the issue a few decades or less around the same time where he discovered the world of technology, mobile telephony and its many possibilities. "But suppose for a moment was needed to gather information. We could call it participant observation. Crowley is the leading, Aziraphale is watching fromar's look back to the front. Crowley is unable not to smile before the Bentley away to one side of the road. takes off sunglasses and slowly licks, serpentine. "Call
scientific curiosity. "I call temptation, you've known too.
And Crowley wants to answer is the same, after all, is in his contract. Is limited to lean toward the other seat, still holding the steering wheel. She breathes on her face, letting his eyes slide slowly from Aziraphale's eyes down toward his lips.
- "Not a bit curious? Is incapable of not hiss-"A little, Aziraphale? Sure to learn something.

---

The angel slowly swallowsand had seen more than sigh in

centuries.

He clears his throat.

"I doubt there are more logistical. Aziraphale

nods.