I'm Mel... please call me that rather than CNovak929:) I would change my penname but that's too confusing, I realize how lame it is.

Current Fandom of Obsession: Criminal Minds, Degrassi
Favorite Shows: Criminal Minds, Law & Order: SVU, old Degrassi episodes
Other Shows: House, How I Met Your Mother, 90210, CSI: Miami

I used to be obsessed with SVU, but that's losing steam. Now it's mostly Criminal Minds & kind of CSI: Miami
I only watch CSI: Miami, no matter how hard I try to like other ones
I also tend to becomes obsessed and then lose interest in shows very quickly.
I'm Obsessed with Casey/Elliot, & proud to be one of the first shippers of them.
I hate E/O. SO overdone.
Looove JJ/Morgan.
I only read certain femslash and I don't read smut, but I'm not so thickheaded that I'll ignore a story. I'll just read over it.

I LOVE old Degrassi episodes. Old Degrassi meaning older seasons of Degrassi: The Next Generation, not old like original. I don't like new episodes. I also LOVE Ellie Nash. One of my favorite characters on any TV show ever.

Favorite quote of the moment...
Judge: I am therefore evoking bail and ordering him remanded
Defendant: What? You can't do that, I have rights!
Alex: You can have a toothbrush.
... AMAZING. I didn't realize how happy I was that Alex was back until that line:)

Favorite Characters:
SVU - Casey Novak
Criminal Minds - JJ, Morgan
CSI: Miami - Eric Delko, Calleigh Duquesne
Degrassi - Ellie Nash

Favorite pairings:
SVU - Casey/Elliot
Criminal Minds - JJ/Morgan, JJ/Hotch
CSI: Miami - Calleigh/Eric
Degrassi - Ellie/Sean, Ellie/Jay, Ellie/Jimmy

Dannielle (L.A. Lights) is the shiiiiit:)

Dannielle: me + you = seriously related some how.
Dannielle: like, our brains,
Dannielle: well they used to be one large, smart brain,
Dannielle: but then somehow it split in half,
Dannielle: you getting one side,
Dannielle: me getting the other,
Dannielle: which is why we're smart, but at the same time we're just... not,
Dannielle: and we have the same thoughts.

Criminal Minds

Prentiss: Ladies, this is Brad... a real FBI agent.
Garcia: Really?
Prentiss: Really.
JJ: No way.
Prentiss: Mhmm.
Garcia: That's exciting! What's it like at Quan-ti-co?
Brad: It's, uh, quite impressive.
JJ: What department are you in?
Brad: That's classified
JJ: Oh. It must be really tough keeping all those secrets.
Brad: You know, it's a skill like anything else. Carpenters are good at building stuff, measuring. FBI's good at keeping secrets and kicking criminal ass.
Prentiss Well, somebody's gotta do it. Oh, do you have to carry your badge and gun with you everywhere you go?
Brad: Affirmative.
Prentiss Can we see it?
Brad: See what?
Prentiss Your badge.
Garcia: Please?
Brad: Sorry, that's...
Garcia/JJ/Prentiss: Classified.
Prentiss: Tell me, Brad... does it look anything like this? Flashes badge
JJ: Or this? Flashes badge
Garcia: Or maybe this? Flashes badge

Morgan: My bomb fragments, let's start putting this bad boy together.
Garcia: Why bother? Don't you just dust for prints and... stuff?
Morgan: Garcia, what are you doing in the FBI?
Garcia: I didn't get into medical school.

JJ: That’s Hotch’s brother? I don’t see it.
Hotch: Sean, listen to me. All I’m saying is that you’re 25 years old.
Sean: You know what? Don’t profile me Aaron. storms away
JJ: Now I see it.

Kevin: All right, skeptic, what's your sign?
Prentiss: No.
Garcia: No? is that in April? ... Reid, we need a D.O.B. on Prentiss
Reid: Uh, 7:12 AM October 12, 19...
Prentiss: Hey!

JJ: The woods were the only thing I was afraid of when I was a kid.
Morgan: Seriously? I thought you grew up in a small town.
JJ: Yeah... surrounded by woods.
Morgan: Bummer for you.

Garcia: You've reached Penelope Garcia in the FBI's office of Supreme Genius.
Morgan: Hey, it's Morgan... I need you to work some magic here. I've got a program called Deadbolt Defense and a girl with only a couple hours to live, so what do you know?
Garcia: You've got a problem. Deadbolt's the number one password crack-resistant software out there. You're going to have to get inside this guy's head to get the password.
Morgan: I thought I was calling the office of Supreme Genius?
Garcia: Well, gorgeous, you've been re-routed to the office of Too Frickin' Bad.

JJ: So killer Satanic cults don't exist, but Satanic serial killers do?
Rossi: Lasciate ogni speranza, ch'intrate.
JJ: Well thanks for clearing that up...
Reid: It's from Dante's Inferno. "Abandon hope, all ye who enter here."
JJ: So that was a yes.

Reid (Mumbling to himself) My name is Death. Have you not heard of me? You may as well be mute...
JJ: Creepy, huh?
Reid: Actually, uh, conversations between Death and his victims was a fairly popular literary and artistic theme throughout the Renaissance... silence... Yeah, creepy.

Morgan: We’re looking for a needle in a haystack.
Reid: Actually, it’s more like we’re looking for a needle in a pile of needles.
Morgan: What?
Reid: A needle would stand out in a haystack.

Reporter: Come on, JJ, give me something! For old times' sake.
JJ: Okay... you may want to rethink that tie.

Reid: I was able to differentiate between two distinct voices, two authors. I found various idiosyncratic words, phrases, punctuation and orthography within the blog entries consistent with each separate person... words like soda and pop; one guy uses dashes while the other uses ellipsis.
Detective: Where'd you find this kid?
Rossi: He was left in a basket on the steps of the FBI.

Man: What, you a genius or something?
Reid: I don't believe intelligence can be accurately quantified, but I do have an IQ of 187, an eidetic memory and can read 20,000 words per minute...silence...yes, I'm a genius.

Prentiss: He could be suffering from Cluster B.
Detective Lopez: Cluster B?
Reid: Uh... a cluster of personality disorders. It's also called the erratic, dramatic, emotional cluster, an enduring pattern of inner experience and behavior that differentiates itself markedly from the expectations of the individual's culture. It manifests itself...
Morgan: (cutting in) This guy's a sick dude.

Patrol: You’re one of those FBI guys. A profiler, right? Like, one look at the crime scene you can tell what kind of shampoo a killer uses?
Gideon: You’re a bit skeptical.
Patrol: Maybe a little.
Gideon: Your girlfriend thinks you’re going to break up with her.
Patrol: You’re kidding, right?
Later...
Gideon: You broke up with her. No more necklace.
Patrol: Yeah, I kind of wanted to date someone else.
Gideon: What's her name?
Patrol: Brian
Gideon: Oh. Well, that's... That's a pretty good reason.

Garcia: If I figure it out does it earn me a night of passionate love-making?
Morgan: Most definitely, Sweetness. With Reid.

Reid: Do you think it's weird that I knew that ballad?
Elle: Reid, I don't know how you know half the stuff you know, but I'm glad you do.
Reid: Do you think that's why I can't get a date?
Elle: Have you ever asked anyone?
Reid: No...
Elle: That's why you can't get a date.

Guy: You really think this is one guy, huh?
Reid: The level of overkill suggests an unsub in a psychotic break. Multiple unsubs in violent psychotic breaks operating in the exact same location is exceedingly unlikely.
Silence...
Morgan: Yeah. It's probably one guy.

Reid: Nobody takes therapy these days without a healthy dose of medication.
Garcia: What are you implying, Reid?
Reid: That everyone is medicated.
Garcia: Did you just make a joke?
Reid: No, I mean, statistics... they... they show it...
Garcia: Reid, next time just say yes.

Garcia: Okay, you know how on Star Trek when Captain Kirk asked McCoy to do something totally impossible, and McCoy said, 'Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor not a miracle worker?'
Morgan: What are you telling me? Not to expect a miracle?
Garcia: No, I'm saying I'm not a doctor.
Morgan: That's my girl.

Reid about chopsticks It's like having to forage for dinner with a pair of number two pencils.

Reid: Are you hacking into the government HMO database? Is that legal?
Garcia: Of course not. We'll go to prison and you'll become someone's bitch.
Reid: Really?

Reid: You should see what comes up when you type "death" into a search engine.
Morgan: No wonder you can't find a date.

Jamaican Detective: Where is the victim's head?
Elle: I must have dropped it on my way here.

Reid: I'd like to see New York.
Morgan: You've never been to New York?
Reid: We've never had an unsub there.
Hotch (to Gideon) I thought you were going to talk to Reid about taking some vacation time.
Gideon: What's vacation time?

Reid: I don't know everything. I mean, despite the fact that you think I do.
Morgan: I never said that. When have I ever said that?
Reid: Every day since I met you.
Elle: This morning at breakfast.
Hotch: Yesterday when he beat you at cards.

Haley: Go, it’s all right. I’m not mad. Walks away
Hotch: You heard her. She said it was all right.
Jessica: You’re one hell of a profiler.

Elle: Gideon, will you tell him that I don't need to go to the hospital?
Gideon: Regulations are regulations. You all right?
Elle: I'm fine, Dad.
Gideon: Elle?
Elle: Yeah?
Gideon: Don't ever call me Dad again.
Gideon walks away
Elle: I wonder how he'd feel about Mom?
Reid: Let me know when you're going to do that so I can, uh, run.

Garcia: He's got a couple of minor arrests, one for marijuana possession and one for lewd behavior, which I'm guessing is code for "gay" in Texas.

Hotch: Serial killers make lousy tourist attractions.

Morgan: Nothing like jet sleep, right?
Elle: Yeah, kind of like a night of drinking without the drinking.

JJ: At least you get to spend your birthday weekend in Mexico.
Hotch: How do you say 'doghouse' in Spanish?
Reid: La ca-sa del pair-o
Elle: La casita del perro.
Reid: That's what I said
Elle: Face it, chico, you are only a genius in English

JJ: You're the best ever.
Garcia: Awww... And you're the most perceptive!

Morgan: Garcia, baby girl, please tell me something I want to hear.
Garcia: You are a statuesque god of sculpted chocolate thunder.
Morgan: How about something I don't already know?

JJ: What do you suppose this is about?
Reid: Call me cynical, but considering it's 2AM, I doubt it's good news.
JJ: You are a genius.

JJ: Locals believe the killings were committed by a Satanic cult.
Rossi: Some things never change.
Prentiss: Killer Satanic cults don't exist. They were debunked; it's an urban myth. Rossi stares at her. What?
Reid: Rossi's the one that debunked them.
Prentiss: Oh, right... Thanks...

Chelsea Lately

"Amy Winehouse’s mother wrote an open letter to the News of the World newspaper telling Amy she’s worried about her and to please call her. I doubt this is the best way to communicate with Amy—she should try spelling it out in lines of cocaine."

"This week Jamie Lynn Spears announced that she’s pregnant. I think she should opt for adoption. I would never recommend abortion, unless you’ve got the punch card filled up, and the eighth one is free."

"In a statement to the Associated Press earlier in the year, Jamie Lynn said she didn’t have a boyfriend. She said, ‘I’m keeping my options open.’ And by options, she meant legs."

"There are two kinds of people I don't trust: people who don't drink and people who collect stickers."

Law & Order: Special Victims' Unit

Elliot: I want to go back in there and strangle the son of a bitch.
Munch: I love the guy, I want to invite him to the Christmas party.

Casey: So your daughter is not an alcoholic?
Lillian Rice: Absolutely not. I live with her, I would know.
Casey: What planet are you on!? She's in rehab!

Alex: Thank you. You've offered a provocative theory. What it lacks in substance, it makes up for in pretty colors.

Munch: There should be a special level of hell for this pus-sucking, gangrenous malignancy of a mental amoeba!
Cragen: Somebody steal your parking space again?

Elliot: Is your daughter in the habit of carrying around human body parts?

Munch: I was never much into sports. My high school basketball coach said I looked like a retarded gazelle with a with a spastic disorder.

Fin: Why do we always get stuck looking for the needle in the haystack?
Munch: Yeah, it's reminds me of the Easter egg hunts of my youth.
Fin: Your family's Jewish, you guys don't hide eggs.
Munch: I know, all those mindless hours of searching.

Olivia: Where's Munch?
Fin: He rang in sick.
Olivia: He's such a hypochondriac! How many times has he had anthrax this week?

Prostitute: I gave the kid the clap, but I told him to get checked.
Casey: Well aren't you the poster girl for public health.

Munch: Visit with mom, evening of rape... what would Freud say?

Munch:Oh that's great, our rapist is the unibomber.

Arthur Branch: GET IN HERE!
Elliot: What was that about?
Casey: Oh, probably about another subpoena I sent out.
Elliot: For what?
Casey: Donald Rumsfeld.

Judge: I hope you have a good reason why I should disrupt the sanctity of the dead.
Casey: I have a convincing but lengthy argument that would disrupt the sanctity of your poker game.

Alex: He must be compensating for something to need a yacht that big.

Casey: Hey captain, Elliot around?
Munch: He just went out on a call with Dani.
Casey: Well, I need to get in touch with Liv.
Cragen: Forget it, he doesn't know where she is.
Casey: Do you?
Cragen: Nope.
Munch: Word in the conspiracy mill is she's out having my love child.

Defense attorney: She believes that the law doesn’t apply to her, that’s how she was brought up.
Casey: My mother told me that the stork brings babies and that Santa came down the chimney but you know what? You grow up and you realize some of the things your parents told you aren’t true.

Elliot:These are really deep. "Derek is sooooo, ten o's, ooooo cute."

Casey: I've had this nightmare before, only I was naked.
Petrovsky: ...Charming.

Casey: Your honor, she is manipulating the court! She's faking illness to get sympathy and dodge a life sentence.
Defense Attorney: My client is sick, your honor, she cannot stop. Whenever she's under stress she will make herself ill.
Casey: Well then, gee, why don't we let her off before she injects herself with HIV.

Munch: If an overbearing mother and a distant father cause homosexuality, how come I'm not gay?
Fin: Maybe you're in denial.
Munch: That would explain a lot.

Elliot: I don't think Sarah did it.
Casey: Based on what?
Elliot: My gut.
Casey: That's not admissible.

Monique Jeffries: So you're saying that all women are whores?
Munch: Don't be ridiculous, I don't know all the women in the world!

Munch: Actually up until 1952 one of the most diagnosed illnesses among women. The treatment was hysterical paroxysm.
Court Reporter: Can the witness spell that please?
Munch: o-r-g-a-s-m.
Defense Attorney: OBJECTION!

Don: Wait until you get a look at his psych reports in the back.
Elliot: Red flags?
Don: Looks like China.

Fin: It's different for black men. They go out, have sex with other men, then come home, have sex with their woman, and pretend they're straight... don't look at me, I just know stuff!

Alex: I'm so sorry about all of this.
Olivia: Your funeral's tomorrow...

Elliot: I love these little cliques. They're like the mafia; nobody knows nothing.

Mrs. Valentine: Poor things are completely cut off from society.
Olivia: Yes... that's the point of putting them behind bars.

Perp: Honey, I'd like a mineral water, no ice.
Olivia: And I'd like your balls in a blender, but ain't life a bitch?

Elliot: Drama's a major food group for teenage girls.

Alex: Murder one, life without parole.
Eddie Fuentes:What kind of deal is that!?
Alex: The kind that keeps you breathing.

Olivia Benson: His dirty laundry is cleaner than my entire wardrobe. Look, he has them all labeled: whites, colored, drycleaning.
Elliot Stabler: Anything marked 'bloody clothes?'

Casey: The Patriot Act? This convoluted piece of legislation isn’t worth the paper it’s written on!