How Do You Know it Won't Work, a story of FaeApoc for the Giraffe Call

For thebonesofferalletters' prompt, set in the Fae Apoc 'verse.

"It doesn't work like that, Esau." Cinnabar looked out the window at her son and tried not to laugh. "I'm sorry, but it really doesn't."

"How do you know?" At nine years old, Esau had opinions on everything, and most of them ended or began with how do you know? "Have they researched how the genetics work for this sort of thing?"

"Well..." Cinnabar looked around. Her older three weren't in earshot, the ones that were pledged to Addergoole. "The Director at Addergoole has done some research, at least through the last two generations."

"Has she tried sympathetic links?"

"Well, there was the Bull-Dozer." She shook her head. "I don't think so. I don't think any studies have been done on surrounding yourself with an animal to encourage a Change into that animal, genetics don't work that way. Besides, Esau, where did you get all the red pandas?"

Addergoole/Criminal Minds Xover for @Rix_Scaedu, Part VI

This began here with a meme; it takes part after Rix's guest fic here (and click "next" for the second part.)
It continued here, here, here, and here.

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There was a point in most cases where the pieces just fell into place, one after another after another.

They'd reached that point with this one, finally, and instead of the adrenaline surge he usually felt, Derek Morgan was feeling nothing but dread.

"I hate cases like this."
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