Cynthia Fields
Bio
I adore words and I love what happens when we grab them, sleep with them, holler and scream and laugh at them! I love what happens when we throw them in the air and watch them fall magically from our minds onto paper!
Stories (69/0)
My Broken Valentine
One year later... Derek knew he was pushing it by insisting on going on a case this close to the wedding. If he had his way, he and Penelope would have been married months ago, but she wanted to wait until she had their son. Now with everything in place for their wedding which was two weeks away, he felt confident in leaving his wife and three-month-old baby home to catch an unsub who had decided to kill five children in Dallas, Texas. Now, here he was regretting his decision even though the case had brought back memories of some of the darkest times in his childhood, he had to bring the sick bastard to justice; he had to.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
To My Sisters With Sons
To My Sisters with Sons, My heart breaks as I am sure yours does as well. Our hearts pound nervously each time he leaves the house, as he says, "I'll be back." Our mother bear instincts rise within us as we watch our cub walk out of sight or back out of the driveway.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Poets
My Broken Valentine
Valentine’s Day – 1 year later Home of Derek Morgan – Reid shook his head and snickered as he watched his friend pacing back and forth across the living room floor. Derek Morgan was the coolest person he knew, and he’d never seen him so rattled.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
As the smoke and confusion engulfed the air, Hotch, Dave, JJ, and Reid ran down the alley followed by several uniformed officers. While the officers attended to Della and Paolo the others ran to Derek who struggled to his feet, looking at the chaos around him. Miraculously he’d not been shot while Della and her brother laid dead just steps away. He couldn’t help but notice the looks of relief and disbelief on the faces of his teammates; he understood perfectly what they were feeling in that moment.
By Cynthia Fieldsabout a year ago in Fiction
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