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jasongideon“Travelling?”
-Yea
“Where you headed?”
-Nowhere in particular.
“How will you know when you get there?”
-That’s a good question. That’s a very good question.”
His father- well, Donovan- use to carry one of those old timey pocket watches; the kind you saw in old westerns with the intricate carvings and the sort that had to be wound up to keep time. It was over a century old, and Donovan worked on it himself with the same skill he used on his patients. It was awe-inspiring to watch him work really, and Jason use to marvel at the way he could make those ancient twisting little wires and gears continue to pump and spin after all the time that passed.
He use to say, in his half-comforting, half-commanding voice he had that people were the same way really- after time and wear of course the pieces would break and fall by the wayside. For most of his adult life, Gideon had rejected it out of hand. It seemed too clean. But he understood a little now, of what he meant.
Sometimes things fell off by the wayside; be it habits, or relationships. Or beliefs in happy endings. The history of years- of decades junked up the works, slowed down the movement until perhaps for a time they stilled and stopped and if people weren’t careful; it remained broken.
People stayed in that state of forever fallen, of despair at the bottom of the world.
It took a deft hand and infinite patience to open up the back and clean out what people didn’t want to see. What people wanted to ignore. Like Frank, or Foyet, or Tobias, or Ian Doyle or any other number of cases that had left their wounds on the team that never quite healed.
Director Barnes had told him a little about what was going on with the team but not the whole story, the unspoken parts of the report. That he got from Spencer’s call, Des’ expression and from the way the office seemed heavy and oppressive when he walked in. Not even after Boston had the BAU seemed so defeated.
He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could fix the team (although part of him imagined this would be easier if he was.), and he wasn’t returning as a profiler but as an OPR agent, sent to access the viability of the team under SSA Aaron Hotchner. The other mission; the one he was given without orders were even more important to him.
He was being sent home, to help if he could. Maybe even to remind them that once they had worked and even now, they could pull it together again. He was by no means a shining example but he was the one they needed. It sounded trite, even to him like comparing people to pocket watches but so was the truth; the thing about stumbling was it only mattered if it stuck.
So he was going home; winding back and resetting. If he failed, so be it. But he couldn’t just let them fall.
Jason Gideon
Criminal Minds
488, minus the quote
Quote is from 3x02 In Birth and Death
-Yea
“Where you headed?”
-Nowhere in particular.
“How will you know when you get there?”
-That’s a good question. That’s a very good question.”
His father- well, Donovan- use to carry one of those old timey pocket watches; the kind you saw in old westerns with the intricate carvings and the sort that had to be wound up to keep time. It was over a century old, and Donovan worked on it himself with the same skill he used on his patients. It was awe-inspiring to watch him work really, and Jason use to marvel at the way he could make those ancient twisting little wires and gears continue to pump and spin after all the time that passed.
He use to say, in his half-comforting, half-commanding voice he had that people were the same way really- after time and wear of course the pieces would break and fall by the wayside. For most of his adult life, Gideon had rejected it out of hand. It seemed too clean. But he understood a little now, of what he meant.
Sometimes things fell off by the wayside; be it habits, or relationships. Or beliefs in happy endings. The history of years- of decades junked up the works, slowed down the movement until perhaps for a time they stilled and stopped and if people weren’t careful; it remained broken.
People stayed in that state of forever fallen, of despair at the bottom of the world.
It took a deft hand and infinite patience to open up the back and clean out what people didn’t want to see. What people wanted to ignore. Like Frank, or Foyet, or Tobias, or Ian Doyle or any other number of cases that had left their wounds on the team that never quite healed.
Director Barnes had told him a little about what was going on with the team but not the whole story, the unspoken parts of the report. That he got from Spencer’s call, Des’ expression and from the way the office seemed heavy and oppressive when he walked in. Not even after Boston had the BAU seemed so defeated.
He wasn’t arrogant enough to think he could fix the team (although part of him imagined this would be easier if he was.), and he wasn’t returning as a profiler but as an OPR agent, sent to access the viability of the team under SSA Aaron Hotchner. The other mission; the one he was given without orders were even more important to him.
He was being sent home, to help if he could. Maybe even to remind them that once they had worked and even now, they could pull it together again. He was by no means a shining example but he was the one they needed. It sounded trite, even to him like comparing people to pocket watches but so was the truth; the thing about stumbling was it only mattered if it stuck.
So he was going home; winding back and resetting. If he failed, so be it. But he couldn’t just let them fall.
Jason Gideon
Criminal Minds
488, minus the quote
Quote is from 3x02 In Birth and Death
