God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen | By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 7676 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen
Hatochiisai Lots of Hotch/Reid Fluff and Slash Disclaimer: I don’t own Criminal Minds. I do not make any money off of writing this. But I can dream… *sigh* *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* DECEMBER 21st *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Reid was woken by the smells of breakfast. He sucked in a breath and stretched, blinking his eyes open. “Aaron?” He yawned, slowly sitting up. “Morning.” Hotch said from the doorway. “Breakfast.” “Smells good.” Reid said, smiling and rising from the bed, walking over to Hotch. The pair embraced, gently sharing a kiss, and then Hotch guided Reid over to the table. “Room service?” Reid asked. “Yup.” “You’re not sparing any expense, are you?” “Nope.” Hotch said, smiling and sitting. Reid shook his head, sitting across from him and stuffing a piece of bacon into his mouth. “So. What are our plans for today?” Reid asked. “What do you want to do?” Hotch asked. “We don’t have a set schedule, we can do whatever you want.” “Well… let’s just get the lay of the land, then.” Reid said, and Hotch nodded. “Alright then.” He said, and the pair finished their breakfast in a comfortable silence. Then they bundled up for the cold weather and headed to the lobby. While Hotch spoke with the woman at the desk Reid went through brochures, looking to see what was around town for them to do. He pocketed several, then turned and joined Hotch. He wrapped his scarf around his neck and they walked outside. The morning sun made the snow glitter. People were already milling about the Plaza. Off to the right the hotel entrance, across the Plaza was a bazaar along the wall of a building under the overhang. This was where the local American Indians set up their wares. Most of it was jewelry, much of it silver and turquoise. The pair first walked around the Plaza, just getting used to everything, and Reid happily rattled off the history of the city, much to Hotch’s amusement. They moved down the row of blankets set out, inspecting the goods that were displayed, the sellers proudly bringing the attention of the men to the wares they thought would interest them. Occasionally, Reid would end up in deep conversation with the people, discussing their culture and beliefs. Hotch would calmly look over the items for sale, giving Reid time to enjoy these little conversations, knowing full well that the boy thrived on absorbing all this new information. They spent a couple of hours there before ducking into a store between the bazaar and the hotel to warm up. Hotch was thoroughly amused with Reid’s interest in everything. Reid was even talking about doing some interior decorating when he got home. Hotch just chuckled and humored his lover, knowing full well that Reid would be thoroughly embarrassed about this later. They ended up leaving the store with only four books. Which Reid would finish that very night. They stopped off at a quaint little café for lunch, and spent the afternoon touring the art galleries up Canyon Road. By the end of the day their feet were killing them, but they couldn’t be happier. They went back to the hotel and Reid pounced on the phone to order out pizza, which he was craving. Then he went to grab a shower. While he did, Hotch called his son to talk to him for a bit, and then he took a shower. When he got out, Reid had the bedroom all set up and the pizza had been delivered. He was now lounging, flipping through the movies they could order on Pay-Per-View. “What are you in the mood for?” He asked Hotch, looking at the man. Hotch smiled and slid onto the bed beside Reid, looking at their options. “Hmmmm… What kind of pornos?” “Hotch!” Reid cried, and Hotch chuckled at the horrified look on the boy’s face. “Kidding.” “… Jerk.” Reid grumbled while he opened the pizza. It was his favorite. Stuffed crust, sausage, mushroom and pepperoni. “Ooh! Highlander!!!” “Oh, God! Come on, Reid! I hate that movie.” “Not the movie! The SERIES! Look! A marathon on SyFy!” “…” “It’s one of my all time favorite shows!” Reid announced, grinning. Hotch blinked, then sighed. “Alright, alright…” And he sat back, relaxed and watched Highlander. Well… okay. His attention was split between the show (which was better than he thought it would be), and watching Reid watch Highlander. They devoured the pizza and then Reid curled into Hotchner’s side, resting his head on the man’s shoulder. And Hotch wrapped an arm around Reid’s thin shoulders, holding him close and resting his cheek on the boy’s hair. The next thing Hotch knew, he woke up. It was 3 am. He blinked and looked down. Reid had shifted. He was curled up on his side facing the TV with his head in Hotch’s lap. The man smiled and slid a hand under Reid’s head, holding it up and steady while he himself slid down to lie on his back. He gently settled Reid’s head down on his stomach and turned off the TV and the lamp. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* December 22nd *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Hotch blinked as he was dragged down the street by the hand. Just to annoy Reid, he leaned back and started dragging his feet. “Will you hurry up?!” Reid exclaimed in exasperation. “We’re gonna be late!” “Late? For WHAT?” “I made us reservations!” Reid announced. “They restaurant won’t care if we’re running a few—“ “I care!” Reid interrupted as Hotch managed to grind them both to a stop, leaving the boy furiously tugging on his arm. “HOTCH!” He howled angrily, and glared as the man just grinned. “Okay, okay.” Hotch laughed, and started walking again. A moment later, they stepped into a short alley under an adobe arch that led into a little courtyard. On the other side was a tiny little restaurant. They stepped in and Reid hurried up to the hostess. “I’m going to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.” Hotch called, and Reid waved in acknowledgement. When Hotch came out, he looked around for his “date”. He found him at a table in the corner. And he wasn’t alone. A tall, well built man sat across from him, his back to Hotch. He had broad shoulders, and long black hair falling to mid back. Reid was smiling at him. Frowning, Hotch walked over. Reid looked up, then stood. “Hotch!” He announced, and the man stood and turned. Hotch stared. “Well well.” The man said with an amused smile at the look on Hotch’s face. “Captain America.” “John Black Wolf!” Hotch exclaimed, and the pair shook hands. “What are you doing here?” “You friend here asked me to come join you for lunch.” John Black Wolf said, and the trio sat again. “I see he’s outgrown the college student look.” Reid blinked and Hotch chuckled. “So… I hear that you and he…” He waggled a finger back and forth between the two Federal Agents. “It’s a secret.” Hotch snorted, smiling. “I think that goes without saying. I’m guessing that your superiors in the FBI wouldn’t approve.” “Nope.” Reid said, sipping his water and running his finger over the menu before passing it to Hotch. “But they would LOVE the excuse.” “Excuse?” Black Wolf asked. “To get rid of Hotch.” “Reid, that’s enough…” Hotch sighed, rolling his eyes. “She‘s out to get you, Aaron. She would love nothing more than to take away your badge.” “Who is ‘she’?” Black Wolf asked. “Hotch’s superior. Section Chief Erin Strauss. She’s had it out for him for years.” Reid snorted, and Hotch rolled his eyes. “… She’s a bitch.” “Reid!” “She IS!!!”While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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