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Growing Up Again	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 21443 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Re-Birth
- 2-Age 1
- 3-Age 2
- 4-Age 3
- 5-Age 4
- 6-Age 5 & 6
- 7-Age 7
- 8-Age 8
- 9-Age 9
- 10-Age 10
- 11-Age 11
- 12-Age 12
- 13-Age 13
- 14-Age 14
- 15-Age 15
- 16-Age 16
- 17-Age 17
- 18-Age 18
- 19-Age 19
- 20-Age 20
- 21-Age 21
- 22-Age 22
- 23-Age 23
- 24-Age 24
- 25-All Grown Up
- 16
- 17
- 18
Seventeen Years Old

Hotch was woken in the morning the same way he had been woken the last two mornings… or, a combination of the two… he woke to lips against his, soft moaning, and… A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD BOY GRINDING AGAINST HIS THIGH!!!

“AAAAH!!!” Howled Hotch.

“AAAH!!” Reid yelped. “AARON!”

“NO NO NO!!! YOU ARE SEVENTEEN!!!”

“So?! In some states, that’s perfectly legal!!!”

“AGE OF CONSENT IN VIRGINIA IS EIGHTEEN!!!” Hotch roared, flung himself out of the bed and leaped into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door.

“… Well, it’s SIXTEEN in NEVADA!!!”

“We’re not IN Nevada, are we?!” Hotch shouted back. “And tomorrow, I don’t CARE if it’s legal, I am STILL NOT TOUCHING YOU!!!”

Silence was his response. Reid sat on the bed out in the bedroom, staring at the doors to the bathroom with large eyes and a gaping mouth, a bruised ego and an aching heart. His eyes dropped, darted around the room, and then he got off of the bed and ran from the bedroom suite. Hotch heard him go and sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He shook his head and went to dress. He would apologize when he went downstairs. But then, as finished dressing, he heard a door slam, and then the garage opening.

His eyes widened, and he bolted from the room and charged down the stairs, skidding around and down the hall to the garage. He flung open the door. Reid was in his old wreck of a car, and had already backed out of the drive way. Hotch ran after him, but without so much as a glance at the house, Reid had put the car in drive and the vehicle roared down the street.

“… DAMMIT!” Hotch blurted, turning and going back into the house. He went for the phone, and Dialed Spencer’s cell. It rang. And rang. And rang and rang and rang…

“Hello! You’ve reached Dr. Spencer Reid of the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I am unable to take your call at the present moment, but if you would please leave a message, I shall endeavor to respond promptly.”

Beep!

“Spencer!!!” Hotch barked. “I don’t know where you think you’re going but you need to get your ass home right now!!! You…” He trailed off, and sighed. A moment later, he continued in a gentle tone. “You’re upset… and I’m sorry. It’s all my fault. I never meant to hurt you. I love you, Spencer. And… I can’t help but worry. I’m heading up to the BAU. Please, baby. Call me.”

“Good morning, mon capitan!”

“Morning, Garcia.” Hotch said, stepping into the woman’s office. “Are you working on the case right now?”

“Um… d-define ‘right now’ and ‘working on the case’.”

“Garcia, if you’re not working right this minute, I’m not going to chew you out.” Hotch said calmly. “I actually want you to track Reid’s cell phone.”

“… Did you lose him!?” Garcia gasped, whirling and staring up at the man.

“Garcia…”

“No! What happened?! Where’s my cupcake?!”

“… I don’t know.”

“YOU LOST HIM?!”

“Hey!” Hotch turned when Morgan burst into the room. “What the hell is-- Hotch. What’s going on? Why’s she so upset?!”

“He LOST REID!!!” Garcia shrieked. “Oh, my poor sweet little Butter Cream, out there all alone and—“

“Garcia.” Morgan interrupted, grinning. “He’s seventeen. He’s a big boy, he can take care of himself.” Then he looked at Hotch. “How’d you lose Boy Genius?”

“I didn’t LOSE him!” Hotch snapped, glaring. “He got mad and drove off on his own.”

“Why was he mad?” Emily asked, walking into the room with JJ. Hotch stared at them, annoyed.

“What the hell, is there no such thing as privacy around here?!” He demanded to know.

“Not in Garcia’s office.” Rossi announced, also stepping into the small room, which was quite crowded now. “This is where she finds out all of everyone’s secrets, friend and foe alike.”

“And then she reveals it to us.” JJ reasoned, grinning.

“He lost Reid!” Garcia wailed.

“I DIDN’T LOSE HIM!!!” Hotch cried, starting to get pissed now.

“He made my precious little sweetheart upset and he ran away!!!” Garcia cried. Hotch GLARED at her.

“What the hell did you say to the kid, Aaron?” Rossi asked. Hotch glared at the man, but then slowly deflated.

“I uh… did exactly the opposite of what you advised me to do two days ago…” Hotch mumbled. Rossi blinked and cocked his head, and then his eyes widened in understanding.

“… Ah.” He said, nodding. “Come on.” And he gestured for Hotch to precede him out of Garcia’s Tech Lair, and Hotch did so. They were silent until they reached Rossi’s office, where the man poured them some drinks. “Now.” Rossi sighed, sitting in one of the chairs before the desk. Hotch sat at the other. “What happened.”

“… I rejected him.”

“And you didn’t do it gently, I take it?”

“Well… I kind of screamed and locked myself in the bathroom.” Hotch muttered, thinking that he should NOT be drinking whisky at nine thirty in the morning at the BAU…

“… Classy.” Rossi stated simply, quirking an eyebrow before sipping from his glass, apparently having none of the misgivings Hotch harbored about drinking at this hour at this location.

“He argued that it’s legal in some states.” Hotch finally announced.

“Ah.” Rossi nodded. “It is.”

“Apparently the age of consent in Nevada is sixteen.” Hotch sighed.

“Here in Virginia, it’s eighteen.”

“That’s what I told him.” Hotch said.

“Let me guess…” Rossi said, leaning his head back momentarily before looking Hotch in the eye. “He made some comment about how you wouldn’t have a reason to turn him down tomorrow?”

“… I didn’t give him the chance. I flat out told him that even if eighteen is the legal age, there was no way in hell that I would touch him.”

“… Ah.” Rossi said again, sipping his whisky.

“And that’s when he took off.” Hotch sighed.

“And… what did you do then?” Rossi asked.

“I left him a voicemail. I apologized. I told him that I love him… and to please come to the Bureau.” And Hotch checked his watch, shaking his head. “He’s still not called me back.”

“He’s an upset seventeen year old.” Rossi commended, finishing his drink. “Give him time. Now let’s get to work. We have a killer to catch.”

Reid didn’t know why he ended up at the mall. Usually, he HATED the mall. But here he was. He was wearing blue jeans, a black t shirt with the red Superman logo on it (technically it was the Superboy t-shirt, and Garcia had purchased it for him knowing that he would know that) and he was wearing his Assassin’s Creed hoodie from the day before. As he passed by Hot Topic, he made a double take. Well… now he knew where Garcia had purchased his teenage wardrobe… he shook his head with a slight smile. He made his way to the food court, stomach growling, and got himself a large coffee and a bagel, eating and walking silently as he through over that morning.

He sighed. He knew that it wasn’t fair to be upset. And he knew that Hotch hadn’t meant to hurt him. When Hotch said that he wasn’t going to touch Reid at age eighteen, Reid knew it wasn’t because he didn’t find him attractive… it was just that Hotch had incredibly strong morals, and he STUCK to them.

Reid looked up at a lot of noise that he realized had been growing louder and louder as he had been walking. He found himself before an arcade. It was filled with kids. That made sense, once he recalled that it was a Saturday. With a sigh, and a slight smile, Reid turned and walked in. He looked around. He had never played any arcade games before. A lot of the games involving shooting something or another seemed to be the most popular, and there were some games where kids were dancing on platforms that were lighting up. Towards the back corner, Reid found a bunch of old school games. He looked over Pac Man and Galaga. And when he turned and some shouting. Several kids looking to be about his age were standing around a game called Mortal Kombat 2. Reid’s first thought was “that’s now how you spell combat”… his second thought was “Hm… wonder what all the excitement is.” And so he wandered over.

One boy was franticly beating on the buttons, while another with a smug grin was tapping them in a more organized fashion. His blue character was beating up the other guy’s yellow character.

“FINISH HIM!!!” The game bellowed, and a moment later, the blue character sent the yellow one flying in a shower of very fake blood. The defeated boy groaned.

“Up for a rematch?” Asked the victor.

“Nah. I’m done.” Said the challenger, and slouched away.

“Anyone else?” the winner asked, looking around. No one stepped up. His eyes fell on Reid. He smirked.

“How about you? He asked, Reid blinked.

“Me? Oh… I uh… I’ve never played before.”

“Come on… I’ll go easy on you.” The kid said with a grin.

“Well… Alright.” Reid sighed, walked over and taking the place beside the controls. He looked them over, mind absorbing everything. A new game was started, and he watched his opponent select a character.

“SUB ZERO!” Snarled the game. Reid sighed and began to look over the characters and then finally selected one, studying the guide to all of the character’s moves. “RAIDEN!!!” Announced the game.

“READY? FIGHT!!!” And the game began. Sub Zero leapt at Raiden and threw a punch. Without blinking, Reid tapped a button.

Block.

Sub Zero threw another. Raiden blocked it. And then, Raiden took the offense, Reid hitting the buttons rapidly, eyes wide and focused. He didn’t see the boy behind him or the kids surrounding them, cheering. He just played.

High kick, high kick, low punch, block, low kick, block, Teleport, high punch, high punch, and then… LIGHTNING BLAST!!!

Sub Zero crashed to the ground, then leapt up and attacked again. Reid glanced down at the buttons and began hitting them again. Low kick, low kick, high kick, block low punch, low kick high punch, Teleport, high punch and then ELECTRIC GRAB!!!

“FINISH HIM!!!” the game commanded. And then came the Electrocution, and Sub Zero went down. “RAIDEN WINS!!!”

“NO WAY!” Screamed Reid’s opponent.

“ROUND TWO!!!” The game announced. “FIGHT!!!”

And Reid began hitting buttons at a blinding pace again. High kick, low kick, Teleport, high punch, block, high punch, Teleport, low punch, high kick high kick and TORPEDO!!!

“AAAH!” His opponent howled, and the kids around them were deafening.

Reid kept going.

“FINISH HIM!!!” The game thundered, and Reid executed the Uppercut Explosion. “RAIDEN WINS!!!”

“NO WAY!!!” Reid’s opponent shouted, leaping back from the game and GLARING at Reid. “You fuckin’ lying cheat!!! You said you’ve never played before!!!”

“I… I haven’t.” Reid shrugged.

“Then how the hell did you do that?!”

“I uh… I memorized the moves.”

“… What?” the kid said.

“I have an eidetic memory. Once I see or read something, I remember it with perfect accuracy. My mind processes information a lot faster than other people’s too… so I can react a bit faster because I could see what buttons you were hitting in my peripheral vision and counter them.”

The kids all STARED.

“… Seriously?” A girl asked.

“Uh… Yeah…” Reid mumbled, sheepishly.

“… dude…” his opponent said. “… that is so AWESOME!!!” And Reid looked up, surprised. The boy was grinning, and then offered his hand. “I’m Trent.”

“… Spencer.” Reid greeted, accepting his hand.

“Can you do that with other games too?!”

“I guess.” Reid said with a smile and a shrug. And the next thing he knew, he was being challenged to other games by the various kids in the group. They did some old school gaming for a bit, and then moved on to some of the shooting games, which Reid was able to do quite well, too. When he was bullied into playing Dance Dance Revolution, it was a different story. Only halfway into the first song, Reid completely tripped over himself and he and his opponent both went crashing to the floor, much to the amusement of the other kids.

They played in the arcade for several hours, and then, once their excitement seemed to be winding down, one of the girls said, “Let’s eat!” and they all headed for the door of the arcade. Reid sighed and watched them go with a sad smile. But as they headed out, they paused and turned.

“… Are you coming?” Trent asked. Reid blinked, and then slowly, a grin crossed his face.

“Yeah. Why not!” He announced, and hurried to catch up with the smiling teenagers. His heart swelled. He had never fit in with kids his own age before. He’d never been so… accepted before. Appreciated by kids his own age for his intelligence.

They all headed to the food court and split up to get their food. They got pizza, chicken nuggets and burgers. Reid got Chinese. And finally, they all gathered at a large table together and sat down to eat. The conversation was random at first. It was talk about did you hear what this person said to that teacher? Oh, is that why he’s not here? Yup, Saturday Detention. And then, several looked at Reid.

“So… Where do you go to school?” Trent asked.

“Oh… Um… Actually, I graduated a couple of years ago.” He said, and they all stared at him in amazement. “I’m actually in town to check out Georgetown.”

“… Seriously?” One of the girl asked, eyes wide.

“Uh… yeah. Staying with a friend of the family. Not going home until tomorrow, so today is kind of… a day to myself to check out the sites, but… I ended up here. Not so sure about the DC traffic.” The kids all mumbled understanding that.

“That’s amazing.” One girl said. “What are you going to study?”

“I’m not sure. I uh… I’ve actually been to college already. I was just coming to the east coast for a change of scenery.”

“Oh yeah? Where are you coming from?”

“… CalTech.” Reid said, and they all stared again.

“How long have you been there?”

“A while…”

“You’re coming here to finish your degree?”

“Uh… additional degrees, actually…”

“… serious?” Trent asked.

“I uh… I have BA’s in Psychology and Sociology.” Reid admitted, deciding to keep the PhD’s to himself. But it didn’t matter. The kids were flabbergasted, and started bombarding him with questions. He spent nearly an hour there answering them, smiling at their enthusiastic amazement.

Finally, as they all stood, Reid felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out and answered.

“Hi Garcia.”

“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?” Reid winced and jerked his phone away from his ear, and his companions stared at him with eyes wide, all hearing her.

“I… I’m at the mall?”

“We have been worried sick about you!!!”

“Garcia!!! I’m fine!!! I’m all grown up, I don’t need a babysitter or a chaperone!” He cried, frowning.

“You just took off this morning and Hotch is all upset and worried and he’s really worry and—“

“Garcia… I’m fine. And… I know he’s upset. I’ll talk to him.”

“Sweetie… please come up to the office.”

“I dunno, Garcia, I…”

“I WILL send Morgan to get you!”

“WHAT?! You can’t do that!”

“Oh no? I’ll track your phone and let him know EXACTLY where you are.”

“Garcia! That’s not fair!”

“Don’t make me freeze your bank account, Reid! I know you’re almost due for another coffee!!!”

Reid’s mouth snapped shut at that one. He was indeed beginning to crave caffeine.

“… You wouldn’t dare.”

“You wanna try me, Butter Cream?”

“… AAAAHG!!! FINE!!!”

“Good. I’ll see you soon. And pick up lunch for the team on your way, they haven’t eaten yet!”

“… You owe me.” Reid grumbled, and hung up.

“… Gotta leave?” Trent asked, amused.

“Yep… apparently I’m now the delivery boy. Gotta take some lunch to some lazy FBI Agents.”

“… what?” Trent asked, and the group again looked stunned. Reid grinned.

“The family friend I’m staying with?” He reminded them, and they nodded. “He’s the Unit Chief of one of the Behavioral Analysis Units.” And with a grin at their stunned faces, Reid turned and walked away, more than amused. This had CERTAINLY been a day to remember. He headed out to his car and started towards the BAU, stopping to pick up some Chinese on the way.

When he finally was making his way into the Bull Pen, Emily spotted him first.

“Oh, my Knight in Shining Armor, you brought EGGROLLS!!!”

“I sure did.” Reid laughed, allowing her to take some of the food from him. He followed her up into the Round Table Room, where Rossi, JJ and Morgan all greeted him warmly and helped to unpack the food. Then Reid turned and looked at Hotch, who was staring at him. Reid walked over.

“I’m not mad at you.” He said softly. “I was a bit upset but… I know why you said what you said. And I’m not mad. And I forgive you. Do you forgive me?” He asked. Hotch stared at him for a long time, then smiled and nodded.

“always.” He assured him, and with a brilliant smile, Reid wrapped his arms around Hotch’s neck, and the man cured his arms around Reid’s waist.

“Awwwww… That’s better!” Garcia cooed as she entered the room. “Oh, Reid, that smells so good!” And with that, the team sat down to eat. Reid just picked at a few things here and there.

“Arent’ you hungry, Spence?”

“I’ve already eaten.”

“What did you have?” Morgan asked.

“Chinese. At the mall.” Reid said with a smile.

“The mall?” JJ asked, looking amused and confused. “What were you doing at the mall?”

“Playing video games and hanging out with some kids.” Reid shrugged. “We ate lunch together.”

“Really?” Emily asked, smiling. “Way to go, Reid! Look at YOU hanging out with kids your own age!”

“I’m twenty five.”

“Shut up, Reid.” Morgan chuckled, and Reid drooped.

After lunch, Hotch wished the team luck with the new information they had found, and then took Reid home, stopping at the grocery store on the way. He was obviously still feeling guilty about upsetting Reid that morning, and so he spent the entire afternoon and evening with the teenage genius, watching television and playing video games, smiling down at the boy cuddled into his side. And then, at some point, Hotch actually defeated Reid in their one on one VS match in Halo 2. He stared, amazed, then looked down at Reid, ready to blurt out “I FINALLY BEAT YOU!!!” But he stopped himself.

Reid was fast asleep. He was slightly miffed that the reason he had beaten Reid was because the boy had zonked out on him, but he couldn’t stay mad. Slowly, he set the controller down and began trying to untangle himself and slip out from under Reid without waking him.

“You’re not expecting to try and go to bed without me, are you?” Reid mumbled sleepily.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, baby…” Hotch murmured. Reid sucked in a deep breath and fluttered his eyes open, slowly sitting up.

“I AM sleeping with you.”

“As long as your keep your hands and other parts of your anatomy to yourself.”

“I will. Tonight.” Reid said with a sleepy grin of mischief, and stumbled off to shower.

Twenty minutes later, Hotch smiled as the lithe figure slipped into bed with him and immediately wiggled over to him, curling into his chest. Hotch draped an arm over Reid and gently kissed his damp curls.

“Night, baby.”

“… Mmm… ni’ Aaron…” Came the soft mumble. And while the team was across town moving in on their killer, Hotch and Reid drifted into a peaceful sleep.
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