Gideon, Hotch, and Kate come walking into the office. They are in a middle of a discussion, of what happened earlier.
Gideon: But Montague is bound as well as I,
In penalty alike; and 'tis not hard, I think,
For men so old as we to keep the peace.
Gideon explains as he follows Hotch into his office.
Hotch: Of honourable reckoning are you both;
And pity 'tis you lived at odds so long.
But now, my lord,
He turns and closes the door behind Kate and Gideon. Then turns to look at Gideon.
Hotch: what say you to my suit?
Gideon chuckles a bit. Then walks over to the window.
Gideon: But saying o'er what I have said before:
My child is yet a stranger in the world;
he hath not seen the change of twenty-two years,
Let two more summers wither in their pride,
Ere we may think him ripe to be a bride.
Gideon suggests and turns back to the unsub pleased Hotch.
Hotch: Younger than he are happy mothers made.
Hotch insisted, trying to convince the man.
Gideon doesn't agree and continues to protest.
Gideon: And too soon marr'd are those so early made.
The earth hath swallow'd all my hopes but he,
I grin spreads upon his face.
Gideon: He is the hopeful boy of my earth:
But woo him, gentle Hotch, get his heart,
My will to him consent is but a part;
An he agree, within his scope of choice
Lies my consent and fair according voice.
This night I hold an old accustom'd feast,
Whereto I have invited many a guest,
Such as I love; and you, among the store,
One more, most welcome, makes my number more.
Gideon hands Hotch an invite.
Gideon: At my poor house look to behold this night
Earth-treading stars that make dark heaven light:
Such comfort as do lusty young men feel
When well-apparell'd April on the heel
Of limping winter treads, even such delight
Among fresh female buds shall you this night
Inherit at my house; hear all, all see,
And like him most whose merit most shall be:
Which on more view, of many mine being one
May stand in number, though in reckoning none,
Come, go with me.
Gideon turns to Kate with a smile.
Gideon: Go, Kate, trudge about
Through fair Verona; find those persons out
Whose names are written there, and to them say,
My house and welcome on their pleasure stay.
He hands her a few invites and a list of names to give.
Gideon then leads Hotch out of the office and to the coffee area.
Kate: Find them out whose names are written here! It is
written, that the shoemaker should meddle with his
yard, and the tailor with his last, the fisher with
his pencil, and the painter with his nets; but I am
sent to find those persons whose names are here
writ, and can never find what names the writing
person hath here writ. I must to the learned.--In good time.
She runs out of the office and into the ballpin.
Morgan and Prentiss come walking back into the building, with good cups of coffee.
Prentiss: Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning,
One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish;
Turn giddy, and be holp by backward turning;
One desperate grief cures with another's languish:
Take thou some new infection to thy eye,
And the rank poison of the old will die.
Morgan points at Prentiss.
Morgan: Your plaintain-leaf is excellent for that.
She turns to him confused.
Prentiss: For what, I pray thee?
Morgan: For your broken shin.
He storms to his desk, leaving Prentiss, basically, in the dust.
Prentiss: Why, Morgan, art thou mad?
She rushes up to him and sits down infront of him.
Morgan: Not mad, but bound more than a mad-man is;
Shut up in prison, kept without my food,
Whipp'd and tormented and--God-den, good fellow.
Kate comes running up to them.
Kate: God gi' god-den. I pray, sir, can you read?
The two look to Kate confused. If she works here, she should know how to read herself.
Morgan: Ay, mine own fortune in my misery.
Kate: Perhaps you have learned it without book: but, I
pray, can you read any thing you see?
Prentiss then looks to Morgan, with a mocking grin.
Morgan: Ay, if I know the letters and the language.
Morgan teases her.
Kate: Ye say honestly: rest you merry!
She begins to storm off in rage.
Morgan: Stay, fellow; I can read.
He takes the list and begins to read aloud.
'Signior Martino and his wife and daughters;
County Anselme and his beauteous sisters; the lady
widow of Vitravio; Signior Placentio and his lovely
nieces; William LaMontagne Jr and his brother Valentine; mine
uncle Capulet, his wife and daughters; my fair niece
Rosaline; Livia; Signior Valentio and his cousin
Elle, Lucio and the lively Helena.' A fair
assembly: whither should they come?
Kate: Up.
Morgan: Whither?
Kate: To supper; to our house.
Morgan: Whose house?
Kate: My master's.
Morgan: Indeed, I should have ask'd you that before.
Kate: Now I'll tell you without asking: my master is the
great rich Gideon; and if you be not of the house
of Montagues, I pray, come and crush a cup of wine.
Rest you merry!
Kate then runs off into the back offices.
Prentiss: At this same ancient feast of Capulet's
Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,
With all the admired beauties of Verona:
Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,
Compare her face with some that I shall show,
She points at him with a serious look in her eyes.
Prentiss: And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.
She promises as she jumps back down town to her feet.
Morgan: When the devout religion of mine eye
Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires;
And these, who often drown'd could never die,
Transparent heretics, be burnt for liars!
One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun
Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.
Prentiss stops and turns back around to face Morgan, bored of this talk.
Prentiss: Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,
Herself poised with herself in either eye:
But in that crystal scales let there be weigh'd
Your lady's love against some other maid
That I will show you shining at this feast,
And she shall scant show well that now shows best.
Morgan: I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,
But to rejoice in splendor of mine own.
He states, pointing at Prentiss. She rolls her eyes and then walks away, returning to her own desk until the end of the day.
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Special Agent Romeo (MorganxReid)
FanfictionDerek Morgan has recently been rejected by a girl he had claimed to be in love with, he's heartbroken. Till he lays eyes upon a young beauty, both vow to love one another. But when things take a wrong turn, what will become of our Starcrossed lovers?
