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 (64/0)
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 month 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 month 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 month 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 Fields2 months ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
George Carver High School – Afternoon Penelope was glad that Corey did not restrain her after leading her back to the basement. Instead, he handed her a white bag. The smell of sweet pastry was overwhelming, and it reminded her that it had been a while since she’d eaten anything.
By Cynthia Fields2 months ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
George Carver High School – Monday Morning – “Drink!” Penelope looked up at the young man’s outstretched hand. She was thirsty and hungry but without her hands she had very little chance of accepting the offer without help. He had already removed her gag and for that she was thankful.
By Cynthia Fields2 months ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
Derek slowly backed away from the door and turned to face the man, who was still struggling to regain his breath, the rod still in his hand; anger flashing in his eyes. Derek had to admit that the only way to keep Penelope safe was to remain a prisoner.
By Cynthia Fields2 months ago in Fiction
My Broken Valentine
Home of Savannah Hayes – Sunday Morning – Savannah carried her son with her as she answered the door. She hated working on Sundays, but she’d agreed to take on an extra shift while her colleague was out recovering from a hip injury. It was a good distraction, and she needed a distraction.
By Cynthia Fields2 months ago in Fiction
