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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*

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December 26^th

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Reid sighed and stretched, yawning. “Mmmmmnnnh… Aaron?” He mumbled, opening his eyes and looking around. Hm… How had he gotten into the bed… in the bedroom?

“Good morning.” Hotch said with a smile from where he stood in the doorway.

“You’re dressed.”

“You need to get dressed.” Hotch said. “We have to check out and hit the road.”

“We do? I thought we weren’t going back ‘til the 28^th.”

“We’re not.” Hotch said. “We’re going to Vegas.”

“… What?”

“We’re going to see your mother, Spencer.”

“… What?!” Reid blurted, sitting straight up and looking panicked.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hotch… I… I can’t just up and visit like that I… I have to make preparations and—“

“Spencer.” Hotch said, walking over and sitting down. “I already let the hospital know that we’re coming, booked us a hotel room and have our return flight home all set up. The preparations are done.”

“Aaron…” Reid breathed, looking almost frightened. “I… I also have to… I mean… I… I can’t just…”

Hotch frowned, scooting closer and staring Reid in the eyes.

“… Tell me.” Hotch murmured, gently taking Reid’s hand. Reid gulped slightly.

“Aaron. What do you know about schizophrenia?” The younger asked.

“… I know it’s hereditary.” Hotch said. “I know that people with the disease tend to be… brilliant. And I know that you once told Morgan that you’re afraid of your own mind sometimes.” Reid winced.

“He told you about that?”

“Yes. He was worried.” Hotch said.

“Tell me what you know…” Reid breathed.

Hotch sighed and moved to sit against the headboard. He took Reid into his arms and cradled him close, running a hand up and down Reid’s back.

“I know how hard you worked to hide your familial past from the team. Ever since day one.” Hotch began. “You tried to hide your mother’s condition and your father’s abandonment. You never talked about your childhood or your family. When you brought your mother to Quantico during the Fisher King Case, we could all see how… nervous and tense you were when your mother was present with the team. You compartmentalize your life. We all do. And you never meant for those two lines to eventually cross. When those two worlds collided, you were shaken up. It was hard for you to sort it out. Inside, you were on the border of complete panic.” Reid let out a shaky sigh and drew his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around his legs.

“I know that you write letters to your mother ever day. Garcia said it was your way to try and alleviate your guilt over not visiting her. And the reason you don’t visit is because when you look at her, you’re afraid of what you see.” Reid tensed, and slowly looked up at the man. Hotch stared down into the golden brown eyes. “You’re afraid that when you look at her, you’re looking into your future.” Reid winced and looked away. “And it scares you.”

“… More than anything…” Reid whispered. Hotch pulled Reid close and kissed the top of his head.

“Spencer…” He sighed. “You can’t hide from your fears. And it’s not fair to your mom. Come on. It’s Christmas.”

“… I… I know…” Reid sighed, and drew away. “Okay. Let’s go.”

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Reid silently watched the scenery go by, long fingers absently tapping out a rhythm on his thigh. After a while, Hotch noticed that Reid was repeating the same sequence over and over… It came in short staccato notes, and then longer ones. For a few minutes, Hotch wondered if it was Morse Code or something. He wouldn’t be surprised if Reid was talking to himself in Morse Code… But he didn’t really recognize anything, and the pauses came in odd places. So he just shrugged and kept driving while Reid continued to tap out the pattern over and over at different speeds.

..- - ..- -..- ……- ..-.-.-.- - …- ..-..- (AN: The first to identify what Reid is mentally humming to himself gets to commission a one shot!)

Eventually though, the tapping slowed and stopped. Hotch glanced over at Reid and smiled; the boy had dozed off.

And so the drive continued. Hotch reached over and covered Reid’s hand with his own, settling back and watching the road. Reid slept for several hours. He finally woke when Hotch pulled over for gas. The pair got out, stretching their stiff limbs, and Reid went inside to use the restroom. After filling up the gas tank, Hotch did as well, and then the pair grabbed some coffee and headed back out. But Reid made Hotch pull over at the first Taco Bell. After that, the car was filled with music and the sound of crunching from the passenger seat. Hotch got himself something a bit more diver-friendly; the steak quesadillas. But Reid let him have a few bites of his tacos. Finally, they found themselves watching a glow on the horizon; The Strip.

“Hmmmm… Home sweet home.” Reid mumbled, sounding sarcastic, and yet affectionate. Hotch chuckled, glancing over at Reid. “Tell me you got us a nice quiet hotel on the outskirts of town?”

“Hell no.” Hotch snorted, grinning. “We’re at the Venetian Hotel.”

“… You SUCK Hotch!” Reid groaned, and Hotch chuckled to himself.

“You should be grateful I didn’t ask for the Honeymoon Suite.”

“Oh God!” Reid cried, covering his face with his hands. Hotch laughed at that. “… What suite DID you get?”

“… The Venetian Piazza Suite.” Hotch said. Reid groaned again. “What? Don’t tell me you know what it is?”
Reid sighed and began to rattle off the details. “According to the website, ‘This 1,400-square-foot suite features a double-door entrance with an Italian marble foyer and powder room off the entryway. The bed chamber includes a plush king-sized pillow-top bed, Egyptian cotton sheets, a 400-count wool throw, and a 32” flat-screen LCD HDTV. The living room contains a 42” flat-screen plasma HDTV, a complete wet bar, an oversized coffee table and ottoman, a full-sized sofa-sleeper (upon availability), and a semi-formal dining area that seats four with a 32” flat-screen LCD HDTV. The private work area includes a dual-line telephone and wireless high-speed Internet access. The 170-square-foot bathroom features a jetted tub with separate glass-enclosed shower, an adjacent water closet with telephone, a double-sink vanity, luxurious robes, and a 17” LCD HDTV. Other amenities include bath products by Agraria San Francisco, a DVD player, a CD player/alarm clock, remote-controlled Roman shades and curtains, a fully-stocked refreshment center and an in-suite safe’.” Reid quoted faithfully. Then he blinked and turned. “What’s so funny?!”
“You!!!” Hotch laughed. Reid sighed and rolled his eyes.
“You asked…” He grumbled. Hotch smiled, taking Reid’s hand and kissing the top of it.
“I love you, Spencer.”
“… The Venetian!?”
“Yes!” Hotch laughed, grinning.
“… Jeeze…” Reid sighed.
Within the hour, they were driving up the street towards their hotel. Reid watched the buildings go by. It was so familiar, and yet so strange. They reached the Venetian and pulled up in front. Hotch passed off the keys to the valet, the bellman grabbed their bags and followed them in. Hotch checked them in and they headed up to their room. As soon as they got there, Reid headed straight to the bathroom and turned on the shower. Hotch slipped the bellman a tip and set up their bags, just in time for Reid to come out of the bathroom in a towel. Hotch smiled and kissed the youth’s cheek, then went to grab a shower as well. By the time he got out, Reid was curled up in bed. Hotch frowned and walked over, sitting on the edge of he bed, staring at Reid’s back.
“Spencer?”
“Hm?”
“What’s wrong?”
“… Nothing. Why?”
“Reid… we slept in this morning… you spent several hours sleeping on the drive here. And now you’re in bed with the lights out? You’re trying to avoid something.” Hotch pointed out.
“… I… get nervous about seeing mom.”
“You shouldn’t.” Hotch said, cocking his head. “She’s your mother.”
“… I know.” Reid sighed. Hotch waited, and when Reid didn’t say anything else, he reached out and laid a hand on the young doctor’s shoulder, rolling him onto his back. Reid blinked up at him.
“What else is bothering you?” Hotch asked.
“Well… I’ll have to tell her about… well… us.”
“I thought you told her everything. In your letters.”
“… I didn’t tell her this.”
“Why?” Hotch asked, frowning slightly.
“I just… don’t know how.” Reid admitted. “I mean… I don’t really know how she’ll take it, you know?”
“I understand.” Hotch nodded, tossing his towel aside and laying down beside his lover. He smiled and caressed the younger’s face. “Don’t worry. You’ll be fine.”
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December 27^th
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Hotch glanced at Reid and smiled. The boy was sitting in the passenger seat, staring out the window and bouncing his leg nervously, clutching a little gift for his mother in his hands. Reid sighed as Bennington came into view.
“Spencer.” Hotch said. No response. “Spencer?” Still nothing. “REID!”
“Huh?”
“Are you okay?” Hotch asked, looking into the wide, blinking eyes of his subordinate. He blinked back. Reid seemed to be sitting on the edge of a silent panic… Hotch frowned. They reached the parking lot and Hotch pulled into a vacant space, then turned and looked at Reid. “Spencer? Are you okay?” He asked.
“I… yeah. I…” Reid stammered. He trailed off and looked up at the building, then took a deep breath and got out of the car. Hotch blinked and chased after him. He caught up with Reid (damn those long legs the kid had!) at the door. Reid walked through.
“Dr. Reid!” The woman at the front desk cried, grinning and standing.
“Hey, Carol.” Reid said with a small smile.
“They’re expecting you upstairs.”
“Thanks.”
“Sir, can I help you?”
“Oh, he’s with me.” Reid said when the woman turned to Hotch. Hotch nodded to Carol, then followed Reid. Finally, they were walking down a hall towards a common room.
“Ah! Dr. Reid!” A balding man walked towards them, smiling. Reid smiled back and shook the man’s outstretched hand. “I trust your Christmas was good?”
“Very. Thank you, Dr. Norman. How was yours?” Reid asked.
“Fine, fine…”
“How is your family?”
“Very well, thank you.” Dr. Norman said, nodding. “The grandchildren came in to visit.” They reached the doorway to the common room. “Your mother is over there.”
“Thank you.” Reid said with a nod, and headed across the room.
“Is that the guy your mother threatened?” Hotch asked, softly.
“To scratch his eyes out if he tried to keep me in here, yes.” Reid admitted with an amused smile, which spread to a grin when Hotch chuckled.
“Spencer?” Diana’s voice called in surprise, and Reid looked up with a smile. But it quickly vanished and he froze, eyes going wide in a look that resembled shocked fear. Hotch watched as Reid actually went pale. Hotch frowned and turned to look at the familiar man that was slowly standing from where he had been sitting with Diana. The man looked shocked as well. Diana’s look of happy surprise faded into slight concern. Hotch could literally feel the tension in the room. The dark haired man swallowed. Suddenly, Hotch realized who this was. William Reid. Spencer’s father.
“Spencer.” William Reid said. “I didn’t know you were coming.” Hotch looked at Reid. The boy opened his mouth and seemed to try to speak, but he closed his mouth again.
“… Sit down, Spencer.” Diana said gently. Hotch frowned when Reid didn’t move.
“… Reid?” He called, gently. Reid blinked himself out of his trance and glanced at Hotch, then turned and slowly walked towards his mother and father. Hotch did not join them, but he did not leave them either. Not until he knew what Reid wanted. Diana was eyeing him suspiciously, as if trying to figure out whether to attack or ignore him. William Reid glanced at him, then sat down on the sofa next to Diana again. Reid slowly sat down on the sofa at a right angle to the one his parents were sitting on.
“What are you doing here?” Reid asked, his voice dry.
“Your father has been coming to visit me a lot lately.” Diana said.
“Ever since you solved Riley’s murder.” William defined. “You reconnected us, Spencer.” Reid crossed his arms over his middle and crossed his legs, leaning away from his father. Hotch frowned. Reid was defensive and hostile, trying to distance himself from his father. His normally warm, honey brown eyes were now hard and cold. William Reid shifted uncomfortably.
“Anyway… Merry Christmas, Spencer.” The man offered, hopefully.
“I’m glad you’re here, baby.” Diana said, reaching out and putting her hand on Reid’s knee. The boy visibly relaxed when he looked at her, and he smiled.
“How are you doing, mom?” Reid asked, his eyes once again warm and gentle. Hotch stared in amazement; it was like Reid had two different personalities. For a moment, he actually wondered if Reid might have Dissociative Identity Disorder. Reid leaned forward and hugged his mother, and the woman hugged him tightly, smiling. She tuned and kissed his cheek, then laid her hands on his face and stared into his eyes, saying something. Reid smiled at her, then moved back into his seat on the other couch. He glanced briefly at his father, eyes flashing.
William Reid glanced up at Hotch for a moment, but then turned his attention back to his wife and grown son. The pair were holding hands now, and talking. Both were smiling. Hotch smiled slightly, watching them.
“Spencer.” William said after a few minutes. Reid’s eyes narrowed and he looked at his father, his smile gone. “Are you going to ask your friend to sit down?” Reid blinked.
“Huh?” He turned and looked back at Hotch. “Oh! Sorry!” And he leapt to his feet. Hotch raised an eyebrow and walked over. “Mom, you remember SSA Aaron Hotchner?” The woman eyed Hotch with that same suspicious look. Hotch held his hand out to her. She leaned away. “Mom.” Reid snickered. “It’s okay. Hotch is my supervisor. I’ve told you all about him in my letters.” She narrowed her eyes and hissed something that Hotch didn’t quiet catch.
“Diana!” William laughed. “He’s not after your journals, he’s not here to spy on you and he is NOT a fascist!!!”
“… He’s from the government, of course he’s here to spy on me!” Diana snapped, suddenly. Reid gave her a sad smile.
“Mom… Aaron is no more from the government than I am. Come on. You know I would never bring anyone around you if I thought for a minute that they had any ill intentions. Don’t you trust me?” Reid asked, plaintively. Her face softened.
“Of course I do Spencer!” She admitted. “But that doesn’t mean I trust him! What if he’s using you to get to me?!”
“Ms. Reid…” Hotch said, smiling and slowly sitting down next to Reid. “I assure you, I have no ill intentions towards you, or your son.”
“There, you see?” William said, looking at Diana. She eyed Hotch, but seemed to be relaxing a bit. Reid even shot a grateful look at his father. William gave Reid a smile and nod, then a wink. Reid blinked, then nodded back before turning back to his mother.
“Mom. You can trust Aaron. I promise.” He said. She eyed Hotch one more time, then gave a curt nod, sitting back in her seat and relaxing. The group settled into a silence, not comfortable, but not awkward.
“So. Agent Hotchner.” William said, suddenly. “I’ve never had the pleasure.” And he offered his hand. Reid watched Hotch reach out and accept the gesture. “I’ve met Agents Morgan and… Ross?”
“Rossi.” Reid supplied.
“Right. Well, it’s an honor to meet Spencer’s mentor.”
“I am hardly his mentor.” Hotch chuckled, and Reid blinked at him. “That would be Jason Gideon. He brought Spencer into the Bureau, AND into the BAU. He was the Unit Chief at the time.”
“Hotch.” Reid said, smiling and shaking his head. “You mentored me a lot too. You and Morgan both.” Hotch returned the smile and laid his hand on Reid’s leg. Reid’s mother and father eyed them. Hotch stretched his arm out over the back of the sofa behind where Reid was sitting, though the youth was sitting on the edge of the sofa. Reid’s parents watched this as well.
“So… if I may…” William said slowly. “Why would Spencer be visiting his mother with his… boss?” Hotch kept his usual poker face. Reid however, looked down and began to fidget a bit, his face turning a slight pink.
“I uh… well… Me and Hotch—“
“Hotch and I.” Diana corrected automatically.
“Uh… right… We… Aaron and I are… in a relationship, mom.” Reid said, looking straight at his mother. Even though his father had been the one to ask, Reid clearly didn’t care what his father thought about his relationship, but was very worried about how his mother would feel. “We’ve been together for a couple of months.” The Reids stared at their son. Feeling self conscious, Reid crossed his legs, wrapped his arm around his middle and slid back into the sofa again, looking anywhere but at them. He ended up pressed into Hotch’s side. Hotch looked down at him as the boy seemed to shrink. He removed his arm from the back of the sofa and draped it around Reid instead, running his hand up and down the boy’s upper arm, drawing him closer. Reid leaned into him.
“I see.” William Reid said after a while, and his son looked up at him. “Spencer… are you sure it’s a good idea? I mean… you could end your career. BOTH of you…”
“… He’s worth it.” Hotch and Reid both announced at the same time. The pair blinked in surprise, then looked at each other. After a moment, both grinned and Reid relaxed. He leaned back into Hotch even more, resting his head on the man’s shoulder.
“But… your job… it… It’s a once in a lifetime opportunity!” William Reid gasped.
“Leave him alone.” Diana said, suddenly. “He’s happy. And that’s what matters.” The men all looked at the woman. She settled back into her seat with a small, knowing smile. Reid blinked when his father fixed a confused look on him, and shrugged.
“You’re the happiest you’ve ever been.” Diana announced, and Reid blinked.
“… Why do you say that?”
“What have I told you about mothers?”
“… Mothers know.” Reid said with an amused smile. William raised an eyebrow and Hotch chuckled. Suddenly, Reid stood. “I’ll be right back!” And he trotted off. Leaving Hotch with his parents. Alone. The man blinked and tuned to look at the Reids. Diana was glaring at him. He blinked again.
“If you ever do anything to hurt Spencer, I’ll rip out your spleen with my teeth.” She snarled.
“Diana!” William cried. Hotch stared at her, not breaking eye contact. Then, he smiled.
“Hmm… ’Helps if they think you’re crazy; they don’t argue.’ Right?” Hotch asked. Diana stared at him, then smiled slightly.
“Exactly.” She affirmed. Hotch nodded.
“Rip out my spleen with your teeth.” The man mused. “Got it. I shall consider myself warned.” Diana paused, then grinned.
“Good.”
“Okay.” Hotch said, then reached out and took her hand. “Aaron.”
“Diana.” She replied. “Welcome to the family.” William raised an eyebrow. Hotch turned to look at him. The pair just stared at each other for a moment, until William sat back and looked across the room, staring at his son who was speaking with Dr. Norman. Hotch blinked and watched William. An odd expression crossed the man’s face… it was wistful… he stared at Spencer with a look of… longing. Hotch frowned.
“Excuse me.” He said, standing and walking over to Reid.
“Thank you, Dr. Norman.” The youth was saying. He turned and smiled at Hotch. “Dr. Norman says that he’ll allow me to take mom out to dinner!”
“That’s great, Spencer.” Hotch smiled, laying a hand on the young doctor’s hip. “Listen...”
“Hm?”
“Why don’t you invite your father along?” Hotch suggested. Reid’s eyes darkened. “Spencer. He wants to be a part of your life.”
“He’s the one that left it.” Reid snapped.
“And after that, he grew afraid to try and reconnect. But then when you approached him on that case, YOU made the reconnection. Just not in the way he had been hoping. So now he has you in sight, but he doesn’t know how to cross that bridge to reach you.” Reid blinked and scowled.
“Spencer. Let me tell you something. Not as a Unit Chief to his Agent, or one lover to another…” He reached out and laid a hand on Reid’s cheek, turning his face so that he and the boy were staring each other in the eyes. “But as a father to a son.” Reid stared at him a moment, then sighed and his glare faded. “The most precious thing in a father’s life is his child.” Hotch said gently, brushing his knuckles down Reid’s cheek, and his thumb over the youth’s lower lip. “Your dad made a mistake…”
“He could have corrected it!” Reid hissed. “He could have come back.”
“Coming back wouldn’t have corrected the mistake.” Hotch said. He guided Reid over to a couch against the wall nearby, and they sat down. Across the room, Diana watched them. She smiled and turned back to William.
Reid shook his head. “But…”
“Reid. He left. Coming back would not have changed that.”
“… But I needed him…” Reid breathed. “Hotch… I can’t… I mean… He…”
“Reid.” Hotch said. “Think of Gideon.”
“… What?” Reid asked, staring at him.
“His son. He pretty much left him. And what did he always say?”
“He always said that his son wouldn’t… WANT him back in his life.” Reid whispered.
“Have you ever considered that this may be how your father feels about you?” Hotch asked. Reid stared at the man. “He loves you. And he desperately wants to be in your life, but he won’t allow himself to step forward and try because he’s afraid that you won’t accept him into your life because you’re still angry with him.”
“I am.” Reid gasped, eyes filling with tears. “But…” He sniffed and rubbed his eyes before the tears fell. Hotch waited. Reid took a deep breath, then stood and walked over to his parents. “Mom? I uh… I spoke with Dr. Norman. And… he said that you can… go out with me today.”
“… Go out, Spencer?”
“Leave here. Go out around town. Have dinner someplace nice.” Reid said. Diana blinked, then slowly let a grin take over her face.
“That would be great for you, Diana.” William said, smiling at her.
“Dad…” Reid said, shyly. “I… would… would you like to come along?” William slowly looked up at his son.
“… I would love to, Spencer.”
Hotch smiled.
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Reid sat next to Hotch, across from his mother and father in their little booth at the restaurant. It felt strange… The day had been surprisingly… happy. The little group had gone all over town. Reid had let his father drive, and William had given Hotch the tour of Spencer’s childhood. He had driven by the house Reid had grown up in… the schools he had attended. The library he used to go to. And all day long, William and Diana had regaled Hotch with stories of Reid’s little childhood quirks. Reid had groaned and turned red several times.
They had lunch at a small café, though towards the end Diana got agitated and Spencer and his father had quickly taken her back to the car, assuring her that no one around them were government spies. Together, they had managed to calm her down by the time Hotch paid for the lunch (cursing when he realized Reid had used a slight of hand trick to switch their credit cards) and got back to the car.
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“Spencer.” Hotch said in a scolding tone, holding up Reid’s credit card. Reid grinned.
“Can’t let you pay for EVERY thing.” Reid snickered, pulling Hotch’s card out of his pocket and the pair swapped.
“Spencer. What did you do?!” Diana laughed.
“I switched our cards when we brought you to the car so Aaron wouldn’t have to pay for lunch.”
“You couldn’t have just given him your card?” William asked.
“No.” Reid snorted. “He wouldn’t have used it. He would have paid with his OWN card.” Hotch chuckled.
“Damn straight.”
“So I switched our cards.” Reid shrugged.
“Brat.” Hotch snorted, and Reid grinned.
~*~
And so the group continued their day in Las Vegas. They ended with dinner at a quaint little restaurant called Niko’s that Diana told Hotch was a special place to the family. And so there they sat.
“… They changed the menu.” Reid said with a smile, looking over the thing.
“Hello!” A girl said, walking over. “I’m Michelle. Can I get you guys some drinks to start with?”
“Actually… is Niko here?” William asked.
“… Um… Y-Yeah… did you want to see him?” Michelle asked.
“Yes, please.” William said with a smile. She nodded, then turned and walked away. A few minutes later an elderly man walked over, wiping his hands on his apron.
“Can I help you folks?” He asked with a heavy accent. Then he stopped and eyed them. Hotch blinked. “… You gotta be kiddin’ me… The Reids!” The man cried, then laughed. “Diana! Will!” He shook William’s hand, and kissed the back of Diana’s. Then he turned. “… Spencer?!” Reid grinned. “… You look like someone stuck you in a Taffy Puller!” The group chuckled. “Michelle!”
“Yessir?”
“They’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea, a water with lime, not lemon, and a Shirley Temple with extra cherries!”
“Good memory.” Reid complimented.
“… Look who’s talking, Spencer.” Niko snorted. “You up for a challenge?!”
“… You got a chess board handy?” Reid asked, smirking.
“… You’re on, kid!” And the man bustled away. The Reids let out a collective snicker.
“… I’m guessing you go way back with him.” Hotch said, amused.
“We used to come here once a week.” William said with a smile.
“Spencer always looked forward to it.” Diana said, smiling in pride at her grown baby. “And so did Niko. They would play chess. Niko actually was the one who first taught Spencer how to play. When he was three. He would come in here and read books when he was two. Niko would sit with him at the bar over there and listen to him read while they had “drinks”. Niko would make him Shirley Temples on the house.” Reid grinned at the memories.
“And they’re still on the house!” Niko called. “Come on, Spencer. Let’s see if you’ve still got it!” Reid grinned.
“Scuse me.” He said, then scurried out of the booth and over to the bar, sliding on the stool next to Niko, who was setting up the board. A Shirley Temple was already waiting.
“Here you go.” Michelle said, sliding a Long Island Iced Tea to William, and the water to Diana. “And you?” She asked, looking at Hotch.
“Oh. Um, just a water, thanks.” Hotch said.
“No you may NOT!” Niko bellowed suddenly.
“I’m over twenty one!” Reid whined.
“You’re still little Spencer to me! Don’t shatter my illusion! No alcohol!”
“But—“
“No.” Niko said firmly, and Reid’s parents and lover all snickered to themselves.
“So. Agent Hotchner.” Diana said as Reid and Niko began their game. “Tell us about yourself. And about your relationship with Spencer.”
“… Oh. Wow.” Hotch chuckled. “Never thought I’d be in this position again.”
“What position?” William asked.
“The initial meeting and interrogation with parents.”
“You were married.” Diana said, cocking her head thoughtfully. “And now you’re divorced.”
“Yes. How did you know?” Hotch asked.
“Spencer.” Diana said. “He writes about all of you in his letters. But he didn’t tell me that you and he…”
“He was afraid to.” Hotch said. “Oh, thank you.” He took his water from Michelle and sipped it. “He was afraid about how you would react.” He continued.
“How long since you got together?” William asked.
“A couple days after Halloween.” Hotch said. William and Diana both smiled.
“Spencer’s favorite holiday.” William said with a nod.
“Oh, I know.” Hotch chuckled. “He always pulls some sort of stunt at work on Halloween.”
“Spencer was always a pain on Halloween.” William laughed. “He could never decide on what he wanted to be.” Diana smiled too.
“We would always ended up getting him two or three costumes.” She said, and William grinned.
“I always took him Trick ‘r Treating… And we would have to go back to the house so he could change costumes halfway through the night.” He said and Hotch chuckled, glancing at Reid over at the bar where Niko was accusing him of cheating.
“Tell me, Agent Hotchner.” Diana said, suddenly. “… Does your ex wife know?”

“About me and Spencer? No. No one does. I mean, two of our team mates do, but…”

“Agent Jareau and Agent Morgan?” Diana asked. Hotch smiled.

“I see where you would think that, but no.” The Unit Chief said. “Agent Rossi and Penelope Garcia. Dave Rossi figured us out a month into our relationship… And Garcia did a couple of days ago.”

“How?” Diana asked.

“She uh… She found out that we were in Santa Fe together in the same hotel room.”

“And tell me this… were your actions towards my son… honorable in that room?” Diana asked, narrowing her eyes. Hotch’s eyes widened.

“Uh… what do you mean?” He asked.

“Diana. That’s not our business.” William chuckled. “Spencer’s a grown man.”

“Are you ready to order?” Michelle asked, walking over. Hotch mentally let out a sigh of relief.

“Spaghetti and meatballs!” Reid called from over at the bar.

“Extra meatballs for Spencer!” Niko added. Michelle grinned and nodded, writing that down. She looked at the others.

“Eggplant Parmesan.” Hotch said.

“I’d like the Manicotti, please.” William said. “Diana?”

“… Chicken Marsala, please.” She mumbled. Her attention was elsewhere; she was watching her son.

“You miss him.” Hotch said, softly.

“I’m proud of him. But yes.” She sighed. William laid his hand over Diana’s. The trio watched Spencer move his Bishop.

“Mate in three.” The youth announced. And Niko let out a colorful string of curses, making Reid grin.

“… I want a rematch after you eat!” The man snarled, walking back over to the table with Reid. He pulled up a chair as Reid slid back into the booth. “So what are you all doing these days?” He asked. “I haven’t seen you in twenty years!”

“Well…” William said, slowly. “The family kind of… fell apart. I uh… I left…” He looked anywhere but at the people sitting at the table. “I’m still working at the same place, though… The big change is Spencer.”

“I was wondering.” Niko chuckled. “So tell me, Spencer. What does a genius do with his life?”

Reid grinned and pulled out his wallet, sliding it over to the man. Niko blinked and took it, glancing at Reid, then flipped it open. He stared down at the gleaming badge, and the credentials.

“… You’re kidding!” He exclaimed, his eyes almost popping out of his head. He looked up and down between Reid and his wallet. “FBI?!” Reid nodded. “… And not just AGENT Reid… Supervisory Special Agent, huh? What does that mean?”

“That means he’s one of the elite.” Hotch said with a smile.

“And… who are you?” Niko asked, curiously.

“Senior Supervisory Special Agent Aaron Hotchner.” Hotch said, grinning at the man. “I’m his Unit Chief. And friend.”

“BOYfriend, you mean.” Diana said with a smile. Niko’s eyes widened even more as Reid flushed.

“Well well… Spencer really is all grown up.” Niko chuckled. “Career with the FBI… a real relationship… not just your “wife”, hm?” And he winked. Diana and William chuckled and Reid turned red.

“… wife?” Hotch asked.

“Spencer and my granddaughter, Mandy.” Niko chuckled.

“Niko would babysit Spencer when William was at work and I had appointments. Spencer and Mandy went to the same school, and were in the same grade. Niko would pick them both up and keep them here until I could come get Spencer.” Diana explained. “Spencer and Mandy were close. Until she and her family moved when they were seven.” Hotch grinned, glancing over at Reid. A moment later, their food was brought and set down before them.

“So… DOCTOR Reid, hm?” Niko asked, passing Reid his wallet back. “What kind of doctor?”

“PhD’s in Engineering, Mathematics and Chemistry.” Reid explained. “Also, BA’s in Psychology, Sociology and in progress, Philosophy.” Niko stared.

“You never cease to amaze me, Spencer.”

“What can I say? It’s what I do!” Reid announced, stretching his arms up over his head with a smug smile on his face.

“Don’t let it go to your head, kid.” Hotch snorted. Reid grinned and Niko chuckled.

“Spencer. Behave yourself.” Diana said in a motherly tone.

And so the dinner continued. They fell into easy conversation, reminiscing about times when they were a family… when Reid was a child. Hotch listened intently… he knew so little of Reid’s childhood. It was nice to hear all these stories of his lover when he was little. But eventually the evening ended. They said their goodbye’s to Niko, and all headed out. They had to get Diana back by curfew. She was plainly exhausted.

William drove again, and Hotch sat in the passenger seat. Every now and then, he would glance back at Reid and his mother. The drive started out with Reid letting his mother lean against him, but it was only a matter of time before Diana insisted on acting like a mother, and soon Reid was cuddled up to her, his head on her shoulder. She was smiling and stroking his hair as Reid recited her favorites songs and poetry from memory.

When they got back to Bennington, Dr. Norman was waiting. Reid walked his mother to the door where the man was waiting. And then he pulled the small gift out of his pocket and gave it to her. She blinked and took it, then smiled at him. Reid hugged her and kissed her cheek, and Dr. Norman took her inside. Then Reid walked over to Hotch and William.

“Dad…” He said, looking at the man.

“Thank you, Spencer.” William said, and Reid blinked. “I hope you come to visit more often. And… maybe not just your mother?” Reid blinked again, then smiled.

“… I think I can do that.” He said, and William grinned.

“… I’m glad to hear it.” He said, and turned. “Agent Hotchner. It was good to meet you.” Hotch nodded and shook William’s hand.

“You too. I’ll get the car.” And he turned and walked away. He got into the driver’s seat and watched Reid talking with his father. They still seemed skittish in each other’s presence, but at least they were talking. And smiling. After a moment, William held out his hand, and Spencer took it. The pair stared at each other, then after a nervous pause, they embraced. Hotch smiled and turned on the engine and pulled up to them. The youth slid into the car and they drove away, Reid sighing and settling back into the seat. Hotch said nothing. He could see Reid was going back over the day in his mind. Hotch knew it would be best to just let Reid sort through it.

They got back to their hotel and headed up to the room. When they stepped through the door, Reid made his way over to the in room bar and poured himself a glass of… Hotch didn’t know what. The boy picked up the glass and drank the whole thing in one go. Hotch frowned and walked over.

“Spencer?” He asked, reaching out and laying a hand on Reid’s shoulder. “You’re shaking…” Reid didn’t answer, but a moment later he turned and threw his arms around the man’s neck and buried his face into the elder’s shoulder. Hotch closed his eyes and held Reid for a long time, just letting the boy calm down. He knew the day had been very stressful and trying, despite the happiness Reid had shown.

“Come on.” Hotch murmured, guiding Reid to the bathroom after a while. He started the tub and ran a hot bath for Reid, gently stripping him of his clothes and coaxing him into the tub. Hotch himself showered while Reid just relaxed in the Jacuzzi tub, then went out into the living area to watch TV. It was over an hour later when Reid finally emerged, his fingers sufficiently pruney.

Hotch smiled at Reid and stood, walking over to him. Reid opened his mouth, but Hotch pressed a finger to his lips. “Shh… You don’t have to say anything.” The elder murmured gently, running his hands over Reid’s face and dripping wet hair. “Just let me take care of you…” Reid stared up at him, then lowered his head, resting it on Hotch’s shoulder. Hotch smiled, guiding Reid to the bed. He turned down the blankets and coaxed Reid into laying on his chest.

Hotch moved slowly, settling down straddling Reid’s thighs. He squirted some massage oil into his hands and rubbed it between his palms, warming it. Then he began to firmly rub his hands over Reid’s back. He frowned at how tight the boy’s muscles were and focused on loosening them up and getting his lover to relax. He knew it was stressful for Reid to visit his mother. Visiting his mother, an unplanned visit with his father, and confessing to both that he was in a homosexual romantic relationship with his boss had taken its toll.

He took his time moving down Reid’s body, eventually tossing the boy’s towel aside and working down his buttocks and legs. Reid let out the occasional sigh of contentment, and a soft moan when Hotch reached his feet. The man briefly entertained the idea of taking advantage of Reid’s being ticklish, but now was not the time, so he resisted. When he finished, he gently rolled Reid over onto his back and began again, this time moving up.

Reid lay limp and relaxed, eyes closed as he just enjoyed the moment. His lover’s hands slowly made their way up his body again. He couldn’t help the shiver that ran through him as the hands mover over his thighs and hips, and his lips parted in a breathy moan at the firm touches on his chest.

“… Aaron…” He mewled, and Hotch paused. He slid his hands up, resting them on his lover’s cheeks. Then he leaned over and their lips embraced.

“… You want it?”

“… yes…”

“Okay…” Hotch murmured, and kissed him again, caressing his face. “I love you, Spencer…” Reid whimpered and spread his legs when he felt his lover’s hand slid down his chest and belly. Hotch broke the kiss first, turning his head and lavishing attention on the boy’s neck and chest as his fingers rubbed over Reid’s entrance before sliding one in.

“Mmm… Aaron…”

“Shhhh…” Hotch hissed, then kissed Reid’s lips gently. It was short and sweet, and then he just pressed their foreheads together. They breathed in each other’s breaths, felt each other’s warmth… Reid raised his hands and laid them on his lover’s face, kissing him again. His breath hitched in his chest when he felt a second finger slide into his depths.

“Shhhh…” Hotch hissed again, nuzzling Reid gently as he stroked the boy’s inner walls, then worked on stretching him open, making him ready to receive him. “Relax, baby…” Reid whimpered as the third finger pressed into him. “Relax… I love you… I love you with everything I have… You don’t have to be afraid. Of anything. I’m here for you. I always will be.”

“Aaron…”

“Shhh…”

“Love you…”

“Shhhh… I know… Just let me take care of you…”

“Mm…”

“Shhhh… I love you Spencer… let me in?”

“Yes…” Reid sighed, and Hotch slid between Reid’s legs and mounted his lover. Reid gasped slightly when he felt the man press into him. The penetration was slow and smooth and Hotch caressed Reid’s body with his lips and hands, being as gentle and tender and loving as he could… The soft skin trembled under his touches and Reid purred as he was stretched and filled to his very core.

Once Hotch was fully sheathed in the youth’s body he held still, continuing to worship the creamy skin beneath his lips… He waited a bit until Reid began to squirm, then he started to rock gently against him. He hung over his lover, sliding his arms beneath Reid’s shoulders and fisting his hands in the boy’s hair, pressing their lips together. He felt his lover’s hands on his ribs… they slid down to his hips, then moved to the small of his back. They stayed there for a moment, then began to move up his spine.

The gentle rocking progressed into long, slow thrusts, and Reid mewled into his lover’s ear as the man’s rigid phallus massaged his internal walls. “Ahh… Aaron…”

“Shhhh…” The man soothed, and Reid closed his eyes and sighed as hands moved over his skin. He nuzzled his body into every tender touch, whimpering as his pleasure began to build, the flames stoked by the gentle thrusts into his body. An arm curled around his shoulders and a hand ran down his abdomen before fisting his erection. Reid gasped, arching his back and writhing.

“Oh God… Aaron… please…”

“Shhhhh…”

Reid whimpered and moaned as the elder continued the slow, pleasurable torture. His blood was singing in his veins, a tingling that reached down to the soles of his feet… his toes curled and he dug his fingernails into Hotch’s back. His thighs and abdomen tightened and his breath became shallow and labored. Hotch kissed Reid’s face gently, feeling the heat from the boy’s gasps. He turned and kissed the parted lips, taking Reid’s lower lip between his teeth and giving it a little teasing tug before dipping his tongue into the doctor’s mouth.

Reid gave a tiny squeak before convulsing. He threw his head back with a gasp as he reached the peak of his pleasure, climaxing into his lover’s hand. Then he lay shivering and whimpering as Hotch thrust in a few more times before finding his own release in his lover’s warmth. He hung over Reid, gasping for breath and staring down at the relaxed face.

“… Sleep, Spencer.” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the boy’s forehead. He withdrew from the younger’s body and wrapped him up in the blankets, drawing him into his arms. Reid sighed and cuddled close and the pair drifted into a relaxed slumber.
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