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Post by Jack Duncombe on Aug 17, 2009 10:55:51 GMT -5
And I need you now tonight, and I need you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight, we‘ll be holding on forever ----------------- [/b][/color][/center] Jack hadn’t planned on going to the FBI ball, but rather spend the night with his children. But, of course, Rosie had found the memo that he’d received about it and had begged him to go. He’d resisted for awhile, but Edward had wanted to go too; he just couldn’t say no. Jack was never one for a ball, and he probably wouldn’t dance. It just wasn’t his way. He’d have one or two dances with his children - maybe - but other than that, he’ll just stand around. Jack bit his inner lip as he entered the grandly decorated hall. It surprised him to see the FBI splash out on something like this. They weren’t usually like that… or from his experiences any way. He held Edward’s hand gently in his, whilst he carried Rosie. He was wearing what he’d usually wear to a formal gathering; jeans and a t-shirt. He took a deep breath and looked around to see who was there. He recognised Matt - one of the only people he’d trust with his life. Kate and Krys were also there. He was close to them, but not as close as he and Matt were. He let go of Edward’s hand and ran it through his hair. He watched everyone talking and felt rather anxious. Jack made his way to the side of the room and sat down, shuffling his feet nervously.
Jack couldn’t help but smile when he saw Edward standing in front of him as though he was waiting for permission to run off and start enjoying himself. As soon as Jack did smile, Edward ran off and began to ‘dance’ or what Jack thought was dancing. Rosie was sat on his lap. Unlike her brother, she was more timid. Wouldn’t go anywhere unless Jack or someone she knew a lot was with her. Jack couldn’t blame her though, she was only four. He kissed the top of her head gently and jiggled his knee for her, holding her hands gently. Rosie let out a small giggle as he did so. Jack closed his eyes. How much he wished Sophie could be there with him. Jack heaved a sigh and opened his eyes, keeping an eye on Edward too. ----------------- [/b][/color][/center] KICKING IT WITH !?[/b] A lot of people xD POST STATUS !?[/b] Complete WORDS !?[/b] 374 MUSIC !?[/b] Knock you down NOTES !?[/b]Sorry it's short [/font][/size] |
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Derek Morgan
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Post by Derek Morgan on Aug 17, 2009 11:41:05 GMT -5
The annual FBI ball was not one that the BAU team had previously been able to attend. Work had always called them away just when it had seemed like they'd been able to go - he remembered a few years prior, they'd been sent to Texas hours before the ball. He wouldn't forget the complaints on the airplane that day - JJ had already bought a dress, Greenaway was wearing the dress that she'd bought, and Reid ... well, Reid had been more than thankful. Social butterflying and mingling wasn't exactly the young genius's thing.
This year, though, things were going on schedule. Derek Morgan was expecting fully to get a call from JJ telling them to pack their bags, but as he stood on the steps of the building, he couldn't help but grin. Finally, they'd made it.
He'd tried - to no avail - to get Reid to take Krys to the ball, but the kid had turned five different shades of pale, and, somehow, had managed to get out of it. That was Morgan's only failure for the night, which put him in a good mood.
So did the woman standing by his side. Her outfit was all sorts of glittery. They didn't exactly know what to call this, so they'd avoided calling it anything. What they'd called it exactly had been something along the lines of "Hey baby girl, got a date to the ball?" "You're it, my chocolate god."
Inside the ball, he found Reid, the CT team, an aboundance of other agents he didn't know, and Claire, a woman he knew vaguely from mismatched meetings. Her husband had been in the Buraeu, he remembered.
The ball was already underway, the music blaring. "He didn't take her, after all our planning." He motioned with his head to Reid.
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Note: I apologize for the major suckage in this post. It's not anything good.
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Aug 17, 2009 20:33:14 GMT -5
Matt proceeded to glance about rather unsurely, secretly praying that the topic of conversation would move off of him and onto someone else. He hated being the center of attention and preferred to remain in the background and do his own thing. Which was strange because he often played the hero and when people would try to celebrate he would sneak off somewhere and leave the celebratory cake uneaten. He was just a modest, humble, stubborn country boy and that was not going to change any time soon.
He too heard the voice that had addressed Kara and turning around he saw a familiar face. "Good evening Claire." He greeted with a polite nod. Matt knew Claire about as well as Krys. He was particularly protective of the blonde woman, especially since the death of her husband though she had assured him multiple times that she didn't need his help. Matt of course could be equally as stubborn and would not take no for an answer. So, as a result he had become rather close to Lily (he had a soft spot for children) and his own best friend's kids as well. He was 'Uncle Matt' not a particularly fun Uncle, but one who looked out for the kids and secretly 'spoiled them'.
"I trust that Lils didn't give you a hard time about an earlier bed time?" He questioned out of the blue, though rather seriously. Of course she hadn't. Lily was wise beyond her years and was pretty much a thirty year old in a small child's body. On a few occasions Matt had read 'Moby Dick' and other Dickens classics to her and they had discussions about them. Another fact Matt kept low key, his love for literature. Luckily Lily seemed to enjoy his story telling (or reading at least) and didn't judge him in the slightest. Kids were great like that.
By now Spencer had joined the party and Matthew found himself eying the young man. He felt a tad guilty about beratting him, but he knew that look in his eyes. He also had been made aware of what had transpired in the hospital when he had fallen ill (luckily the team had managed to find a vaccine so neither Spencer nor Krys came to harm). Was the feeling on both ends? Surely someone said something... Then again, knowing the two of them, neither probably had.
No, judging by how Spencer looked at her after he hadn't said a word, though he probably felt just as strongly. But it was far different from the expression that he was wearing now. In silence Matt followed the young man's almost sick gaze path toward the object of where he was looking and Matt's lips parted slightly when he saw her. Tess of course had spotted this gaze and followed it right onto Krys.
"Oh my." Tess practically giggled as she pressed her left hand against her chest. She was grinning practically from ear to ear. "Well, doesn't she clean up well." She announced to no one in particular, though from the sing songy quality in her voice she was trying to poke on Matt who had since fallen quiet. It seemed in the company of this Kara he was a man of... Well... Even fewer words.
Matthew could only manage a grumbled: "Yeah, well..." As he reached with his left hand to fix his tie which he found was making him increasingly uncomfortable for some reason. Or maybe with all of the people crowding around it was just warm. He wasn't sure and really, he didn't care. He much preferred to be seated alone in a bar sipping a beer than to any of this fancy schmancy stuff. It just wasn't him, surely everyone could see this. Why would they keep subjecting him to it?
It was out of the corner of his dark eyes that he spotted his best friend, Jack with his children in tow. All too eagerly Matthew made his way toward them, seeking solace. "You told me you weren't coming." He accused lowly toward his best friend before his expression immediately softened (as much as Matt's could) when his eyes fell on little Rosie. "Well there's the prettiest lady in all of five boroughs and three counties." He teased, referring of course to NYC and a few outlying upstate lands.
His eyes then moved onto Edward who was dancing across the room. "Now how did your dad get out of dressing up for this thing?" He questioned Jack's son rather loudly with a raise of his dark brow before looking back onto Jack, silently demanding an answer before looking back on Rosie in his lap. "Did you have something to do with it young lady?"
"So, he a close friend of yours?"
"He's something... I don't know." Krys sighed, shaking her head a bit when she was sure that Oliver was well out of earshot, probably schmoozing it up which was his style. "Oliver Davies of the Davies family fortune or something or other. He's a lot better at telling it than I am." She rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, her tone had been laced with sarcasm.
Looking back down at Tori her gaze softened and she suddenly wished that she had jeans so she could shove her hands into her pockets because she felt extremely awkward standing there in a dress. She probably looked a horrible fool. "He was on the plane with us. Remember?" Another sigh and the data analyst looked almost forlorn. "He was a lot nicer and more interesting then." Immediately her attention was diverted when she spotted her boss' son dancing on the dance floor.
"Eddie!" She called out with a bit of a smile before giving an excited wave in the little boy's direction. She playfully raised her brow about three times in a horribly comedic fashion as she jokingly treated him like a ladies man for all of the mingling that he was currently doing. She always teased him about little things which sometimes got a laugh and sometimes got a very annoyed, highpitched 'KRRRYYYSSS!' Either or was pleasing to the analyst and at the end of the day they were still friends. And an odd little friendship it was.
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Post by Jack Duncombe on Aug 18, 2009 8:28:08 GMT -5
And I need you now tonight, and I need you more than ever
And if you only hold me tight, we‘ll be holding on forever ----------------- [/b][/color][/center] Jack continued to jiggle his knee gently, singing along to the currently playing song. He couldn’t sing, but he didn’t care; it made his daughter happy. Rosie giggled and held onto Jack’s hands tightly, whilst rocking side to side as he jiggled his leg. It tickled her stomach as he did so she leant against his chest, tilting her head to smile cheekily at him. Jack bent his head down and kissed her forehead. Jack lifted his head up to see Matt making his way towards him. He smiled slightly as though he knew what Matt was going to say. Jack nodded in reply to Matt. “I wasn’t going to come; I was going to watch a film with the children. But the Rosie here found the memo,” he said truthfully with a smirk. “You say no to that face,” Jack chuckled, pointing to his daughter’s face. Jack also looked to Edward. “Ed wanted to come to,” he added. “Sorry I didn’t say.” Jack smiled properly now as Rosie giggled and shouted, “Uncle Matt!” rather cheerfully with a wide grin on her face. When Matt complimented her, she hid her face into her dads chest, watching Matt out of the corner of her eyes with smile she was unable to hide.
Edward turned to see his Uncle Matt. Of course, he wasn’t his real uncle, but he had always called him that since he was a young child. Edward shrugged before shouting back, “Dad said he looks like an idiot in a suit.” Edward smirked before going back to dancing, though he was beginning to get thirsty. Rosie shook her head. “I wanted daddy to dress up so he could be a king! I’m a princess!” Rosie exclaimed in a matter-of-factly tone as she pointed to her dress to. Jack chuckled slightly before looking to Matt. “Who’ve you dressed up for then?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, a smirk on his lips.
Edward grinned when he heard Krys, though he did fold his arms and pretend to look sulky as she teased him. He couldn’t hold it for long before his face broke into a grin and he ran over to her, looking up to her with a cute but cheeky smile. “I like your dress,” he said honestly before giggling and dancing slightly. “You have to dance Krys!” he said in a cheery tone; it was more of a request though. ----------------- [/b][/color][/center] KICKING IT WITH !?[/b] A lot of people POST STATUS !?[/b] Complete WORDS !?[/b] 403 MUSIC !?[/b] None NOTES !?[/b] None [/font][/size] |
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