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Trafficking	By : hatochiisai Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 9354 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“SPENCE!!!” JJ cried, running across the bullpen and throwing her arms around Reid. Reid grinned and caught her, hugging her tightly. A moment after she let go, Reid was tackled by Garcia. He smiled and returned the tight hug.

“I’m okay!” He assured her when she suddenly held him at arm’s length and looked him over, worried. “I’m okay. I’m not hurt.” He assured them both. Hotch was smiling. “As soon as I pass my psych eval, I’ll be back to work.” Reid was saying.

“We’ve got some people working with El Salvador about how to handle Coronado.” Garcia said, looking at Hotch. “And I got a call a few minutes ago. They have Cane.”

“Good.” Hotch said with a nod. “Morgan, can I see you in my office?”

“Huh? Uh… sure thing…” The man said, frowning. Hotch placed a gentle touch on Reid’s shoulder and guided him towards his office as well. The three stepped in and Hotch closed the door.

“Have a seat.” Hotch said and Morgan frowned, slowly sitting down in a chair. Hotch sat down on the sofa however, and after a moment Reid sat beside him. “I thought that you would… have some questions.” Hotch started. Morgan stared at him, then looked at Reid. Reid was looking at him calmly.

“… You and Reid.” Morgan said.

“Yes.”

“You’re… together?”

“Yes.”

“Romantically.”

“Yes.” Hotch said with a nod. He leaned back, and Reid crossed his legs. Hotch laid a hand on his knee.

“When did it happen?” Morgan asked.

“… A few weeks before the Shane Harvey incident.” Hotch said. “That night when Reid got drunk and I took him home.”

“… He was DRUNK?!” Morgan yelped, and looked ready to slug his boss right then and there.

“Not when it happened!” Reid laughed, lifting his hands and slicing them through the air in a scissoring motion, figuratively cutting off Morgan’s train of thought. He ran his hand through his hair. “It uh… it was the next night. We were both totally sober.”

“… You didn’t slip on the ice, did you?” Morgan asked, now starting to look amused.

“What?” Hotch asked.

“You two came in limping. You said Reid had slipped on ice and pulled you down with him.” Morgan reminded the pair. Hotch and Reid both blinked, then slowly grinned, both looking politely embarrassed. Reid was blushing.

“It was Reid’s first time.” Hotch admitted with a chuckle. “And we kind of… were going at it all weekend. And I pulled a muscle in my thigh.”

“Oh man.” Morgan said, then burst out laughing. His laugh was contagious. Reid and Hotch both grinned and chuckled. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“We decided to keep it quiet. It was a mutual decision.” Hotch said. “Rossi figured us out, though. After only a couple of weeks, too. And then Garcia figured us out at Christmas when she realized that we spent it together.”

“You spent Christmas together?” Morgan asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hotch took me to Santa Fe.” Reid said with a smile.

“Wow. I can’t believe I didn’t see this! Wait… all those times you’ve pulled Reid into your office and closed the blinds…” Morgan said, slowly. Hotch had a perfect poker face on. Reid however turned red and his eyes widened. Then he turned and punched Hotch in the shoulder.

“I TOLD YOU!!!” He hissed, and Morgan grinned and laughed.

“Oh man… Pretty Boy! In the OFFICE!!! Wow!”

“Ow…” Hotch grumbled, rubbing his shoulder.

“Well… now I know why you two are always wanting to share hotel rooms whenever we have to share. And here you were using the excuse that me and Rossi snore.”

“You do.” Reid and Hotch said in unison. Morgan gave them a look.

“Any other questions?” Hotch asked.

“… No. But… you should tell the others. JJ and Prentiss might take it personally if you don’t and they find out that everyone knows but them.” Morgan said. Reid and Hotch looked thoughtful. Morgan stood, shaking his head. “Wow… Drill Sergeant and Pretty Boy…”

“Morgan…?” Reid said, standing as well. “Look, I… Thanks.” Morgan blinked. “For… staying by me on that ship… I… I know that wasn’t… something you wanted to go through with me, but… I… Thanks…”

Morgan shook his head. “Reid… We’re here for you, man.” He said, and gripped Reid’s shoulder. “You were scared. I wasn’t about to leave you.”

“Thanks, Morgan.” Reid said again, smiling.

“Sure thing. Just don’t go thinkin’ that it means I wanna hop in the sack with you and Hotch.”

“… Morgan.” Hotch said, looking a bit unsettled. “Get the hell out of my office.”

Morgan sighed as he looked over the case file. The case was closed. He was taking it to Garcia to log it in. He noted that Hotch had glossed over some details. Such as ‘SSA Reid was located in a room below deck, restrained.’ He never mentioned anything about the sex toys that had been on and in the boy when they found him, or his state of arousal and the need to… help him out with his predicament. Morgan would have done the same thing. No one else needed to know. He, Hotch, Reid and Rossi would all stay silent and it would likely never be mentioned again.

Morgan sighed. He had been relieved, actually, to hear about Hotch and Reid. Something that had haunted him was the Shane Harvey incident. He had thought that Reid was a virgin when it all went down. Shane Harvey had raped Reid. Multiple times. And he hadn’t exactly been gentle, either. And it infuriated Morgan to think that Reid’s first time was like that…

He’d had nightmares afterwards of Reid lying face down on a bed, screaming and crying as the obsessed man tore into his virginity, brutally ripping away his innocence. It was a relief for Morgan to know that had not happened. Reid had willingly given his body to someone he loved. His virginity had been graciously accepted as a gift and stripped away with love and tenderness. As it should have been. Morgan was incredibly grateful for this. He knew now that Reid screaming would no longer haunt his dreams.

He got to Garcia’s office and handed her the file. She promptly decided to procrastinate and enter it tomorrow.

“We have our boy genius back, tonight we eat, drink and be merry!” And she linked arms with Morgan and marched him out into the bullpen, empty save for the seven BAU Agents pulling another late night. “Okay people! Celebration time! Let’s go get drunk!” Prentiss and JJ grinned at her from where they were sitting with Reid.

“I dunno, Garcia, I—“

“Uh uh. You’re in, Pretty Boy.” Morgan said firmly.

“Up.” Garcia ordered. Rossi walked up.

“Drinks?” He asked.

“Drinks.” JJ said with a firm nod. “Hotch, you coming?” She asked as the man walked by.

“No, I have some things to do.” Hotch said and went into his office, not once looking up from the file in his hands. The team stared at him through the window.

“He’s comin.” Morgan said, firmly. And he looked at Reid. “Go fetch, Pretty Boy. He’ll come for you.”

“Pun intended?” Garcia asked, grinning at Morgan.

“… Behave!” Morgan said scoldingly, shaking a finger at her. “BAD Technical Analyst.”

“Ooh… is my Chocolate Thunder gonna spank me?” Garcia purred. Reid raised an eyebrow. JJ and Emily looked confused. Reid sighed and stood.

“I’ll go get him.” He said, then looked at JJ and Emily. “There’s something we have to tell you, anyway. May as well be now.” And he grinned and winked at Morgan and Garcia, then loosened his tie, ran a hand through his hair and walked up into Hotch’s office. The team watched as Reid sauntered across the room and stopped before his desk.

“What is he talking about?” Emily asked.

“Just watch.” Morgan said, grinning. Reid placed a hand down in the middle of the paper Hotch was looking over. Hoch blinked and looked up. A moment later, Reid whipped his hand to the side, sending papers flying off of the desk. JJ and Emily stared. Hotch stood, looking angry, but any words he had been about to say vanished when Reid crawled onto his desk and reached out, taking firm hold of his boss’ tie and pulling him close. Then, Emily and JJ watched in shock as Reid leaned forwards on his hands and knees and covered Hotch’s lips with his own, closing his brown eyes and slipping the man a bit of tongue.

“Oh. My. God.” Prentiss blurted.

“… Hotch and Spence…?” JJ squeaked, watching the kiss continue.

“Yyyyep.” Rossi said with an amused smirk.

Reid finally drew away, smirking. Hotch stared at him.

“W-What was what about?” Hotch gasped, staring into his lover’s golden brown eyes.

“We’re going out for drinks.” Reid purred. “As a team. And YOU are part of that team.”

“Reid, I have things to do…” Hotch said, leaning away. But Reid didn’t let go of his tie.

“They can wait. I won’t.” Reid said, and covered Hotch’s lips with his own again. He sighed into the kiss then slowly drew away, releasing Hotch’s tie and slowly sliding off of the desk, a come hither look in his eyes. Hotch slowly stepped around the desk and moved towards him as if hypnotized.

“Are you trying to seduce me into going?” He asked, looking mildly amused. Reid smiled and stepped close, running his hands up the man’s chest, then straightening his tie.

“Is it working?” He asked. Hotch stared at Reid, then reached up and ran a hand over his face and through his hair. Then he seized the back of Reid’s head and pulled him into a forceful kiss. As he slid his other hand around the boy’s body pressing it into the small of his back, there were suddenly loud shouts, whistles and cheering from the bullpen. Hotch and Reid instinctively drew away and turned, staring out at their team. The women looked thrilled, and Morgan was whistling. Rossi was just chuckling at the other four. Reid flushed, looking politely embarrassed and Hotch raised an eyebrow.

“How about this.” Reid said, leaning down and picking up a printout of the picture of him that was on the auction, on his knees in black vinyl, gagged and blindfolded. “Come with us, and maybe I’ll do this for YOU.” And he gave Hotch a wink. Hotch’s eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise. “I’d do anything for you, Aaron…” Reid purred, drawing close again. “But you won’t even come out for a few drinks…” And he pouted.

“Alright, that’s enough.” Hotch snorted. “I’ll come, I’ll come.” And Reid smiled.

“Great! Let’s go!” And Hotch flicked off his desk lamp, grabbed his phone, wallet and gun and walked out with Reid.

“Alright!” Morgan cheered. JJ and Emily were immediately all over the couple.

“When did you two get together?!”

“Spence, why didn’t you tell me?!”

“We’ll tell the whole story over drinks.” Hotch said, smiling and shaking his head. And thirty minutes later, the team was at one of their favorite places, sitting around a table with their drinks. Prentiss, Hotch and Rossi had a beer, Reid an Amaretto Sour. Morgan was teasing him about his choice while he himself had a beer and shot of Jack. Garcia had a Sour Apple Martini, JJ a Strawberry Daquiri. Reid and Hotch had just finished telling the story.

“Seven months?!” JJ exclaimed. “You’ve been together seven months and you never told us?” Hotch shrugged and Reid smiled into his drink.

“We decided to keep it quiet.” Hotch said, glancing at his younger lover. “To protect our jobs.”

“Hotch. You know this team would never betray you…” Prentiss said, shaking her head.

“Maybe it was also a matter of… we weren’t ready for anyone else to know.” Reid said, leaning back and sipping his drink. He smiled at the team. “But it is kind of a relief. We don’t have to hide anymore.” And then he blinked, and his eyes widened. “Hotch… we… don’t have to hide it anymore.” Hotch looked at Reid. He watched Reid reach up to the collar of his own shirt, and his fingers slid beneath it… and Hotch knew.

Slowly, he reached up and removed the two chains from his neck. The team stared curiously at the golden chains with the rings dangling from them.

“The stones are different.” JJ commented.

“Blue Topaz and Fire Opal.” Reid supplied.

“Reid stole your idea.” Hotch said with a smile. “Birthstones.” The pair were removing the rings from the chains.

“Awwww… I wish I had a camera.” Garcia cooed. Hotch chuckled, then took Reid’s left hand in his, and slid the ring onto his long finger. He watched as Reid slid the other ring onto his hand. And Hotch smiled. It felt right, having a ring there again.

“You know, tradition and old beliefs state that in the ring finger is vein amoris, or love vein. Supposedly it flows straight to the heart, and that’s why they always put rings on this finger.” Reid suddenly spoke up, looking a bit embarrassed. “Some believe that the tradition of exchanging and wearing rings began in Ancient Egypt when—hm?” Reid stopped when he was silenced by a soft kiss on the lips. The team snickered slightly when the boy blushed and looked down shyly when Hotch drew away. Apparently public displays of affection would take some getting used to for their poor little Reid.

“Wow. Hotch discovered how to shut him up!” Morgan snorted, and the group laughed. They sat and drank for a while… Morgan got up to dance a couple of times. Garcia drooled over the sight, but eventually, they called it a night and all went their separate ways, Hotch and Reid of course leaving together.

And no one on the team doubted what would happen when THEY got home...
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