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Food for Thought - Criminal Minds - Gen (Dave Rossi) - Words: 270
Written for CrimeLand's Thanks challenge (took first place!).
Summary: In retrospect, the turkey might have been a little over cooked.
Content Notes: None. G.
On AO3: Food for Thought
Dave Rossi stared at the crime scene that was unfolding in front of him. Something was wrong - very wrong - but he felt too disoriented to say what. He reached up and touched his head, wondering if he'd been hit by something, but there was no evidence that he'd been injured.
"Put down your weapon!" the turkey shouted, one of its wings holding a Smith and Wesson revolver in the direction of the unsub.
Dave reached for his TRP, ready to back Reid up even though he had no idea what was happening, or how he knew the turkey was Reid for that matter.
"Steady," the cranberry sauce said as it slowly moved toward the unsub. "Lower your gun and show us your hands."
Dave moved to the side so he could cover Hotch better and kept his hands steady while he looked around the room. The mashed potatoes and creamed corn stood side by side with their weapons ready, and the dinner roll was slowly walking around the unsub and was ready to lunge forward if the unsub showed any sign of movement.
"Rossi, look out," the potatoes yelled as the unsub aimed his gun directly at Rossi.
"JJ!" Dave tried to move out of the line of fire the same time as the potatoes darted toward the unsub.
Dave jolted awake in his armchair, the sound of someone opening a beer resonating like the gunshot in his dream. Bleary, and a little confused, Dave looked around his living room where the rest of the team was sprawled out. He was never inviting the team over for Thanksgiving dinner again.
Written for CrimeLand's Thanks challenge (took first place!).
Summary: In retrospect, the turkey might have been a little over cooked.
Content Notes: None. G.
On AO3: Food for Thought
Dave Rossi stared at the crime scene that was unfolding in front of him. Something was wrong - very wrong - but he felt too disoriented to say what. He reached up and touched his head, wondering if he'd been hit by something, but there was no evidence that he'd been injured.
"Put down your weapon!" the turkey shouted, one of its wings holding a Smith and Wesson revolver in the direction of the unsub.
Dave reached for his TRP, ready to back Reid up even though he had no idea what was happening, or how he knew the turkey was Reid for that matter.
"Steady," the cranberry sauce said as it slowly moved toward the unsub. "Lower your gun and show us your hands."
Dave moved to the side so he could cover Hotch better and kept his hands steady while he looked around the room. The mashed potatoes and creamed corn stood side by side with their weapons ready, and the dinner roll was slowly walking around the unsub and was ready to lunge forward if the unsub showed any sign of movement.
"Rossi, look out," the potatoes yelled as the unsub aimed his gun directly at Rossi.
"JJ!" Dave tried to move out of the line of fire the same time as the potatoes darted toward the unsub.
Dave jolted awake in his armchair, the sound of someone opening a beer resonating like the gunshot in his dream. Bleary, and a little confused, Dave looked around his living room where the rest of the team was sprawled out. He was never inviting the team over for Thanksgiving dinner again.
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