Fic: Playground, Chapter 1 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner)
Title: Playground, Chapter 1
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Brotherly Advice
“Are you finally going to tell me why we left the office early?” Reid asked when Morgan guided the car to the driveway.
“I got plans for the weekend. Remember Ty?”
“That seriously obese guy from accounting who favoured cross-dressing for casual Fridays?”
“The other one.”
“That serial killer in Dallas, who had a thing for bloody foetuses?”
“The one who’s in my poker group.”
“Oh that…. What about him?”
“He’s getting married. All the guys are getting together to throw him a bachelor party.”
“When is it?”
“This weekend, that’s why we left early. We’re gonna pack and fly to Atlantic City.”
“Now?”
“Yep.”
“Why didn’t you tell me before?”
“Because you’d start making up excuses to avoid it.”
“So you conspired against me.”
“Yep, and pack your thongs too. After the strippers are done, I want a private show.”
“I don’t have thongs.”
“You do now.” Morgan grinned and pulled a flimsy piece of neon green fabric from his coat pocket.
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“Ready to go?” Sean marched in and Hotch gave him a suspicious look.
“Where are we going?”
“Clubbing.”
Hotch let out a frustrated sigh. He closed the door and headed to the kitchen.
“I wasn’t into that stuff when I was in my twenties, so why should I want to do that now?”
“Because we’re on a mission.”
“We are?”
“We are. We’re gonna get you some man action to get you off that Rudd-phase.”
“Reid. And you better remember two things. I have no interest in one night stands, and I’m not going to a club. I would look like a grandpa in the middle of kids.”
“Come on, some guys like a mature daddy type.”
“Daddy? I’m not going.”
“I meant that in a sexy way! It’s not really my thing, but the world’s full of guys. There has to be at least one that thinks you’re hot.”
“You really know how to give a pep talk, don’t you?”
“I’m saying this with brotherly love. All serial killers and no sex makes Hotch a dull boy. Well….. even duller than usually.”
Hotch poured himself a cup of cold coffee. “I told you. I’m not looking for a replacement. The Reid thing will go away with time, but I’m not trying to find a substitute to make it go away faster.”
“Bro, listen to me. You don’t wanna pick anyone up, I got that. We’ll just need to get you back in the game. Get that “suppressed married man” smell off of you.”
“Fine. Two drinks, and you don’t try to push me to chat up people.”
“Okay dokie. And it’s not just guys there, there’s both guys and girls. You could take a look around and see if you find anything yummy.”
“Home before midnight.”
“You set yourself curfews? That’s pretty weird.”
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When the plane was safely in the air, Morgan pulled out a handwritten list.
“I got you a list of topics you should avoid.”
“Why?”
“Because half an hour lectures don’t really fit to the mood when we’re having a guys weekend. Listen carefully.”
“Okay….”
“Killers, murders and bloody details.”
“Why’s that on the list? People always ask about them.”
“Because there’s enough meat twirling around a pole in the strip clubs, no stiffs needed. Anything that has anything to do with history, science or anything even remotely geeky.”
“What am I supposed to talk about?”
“Me?” Morgan grinned innocently. “How lucky you are to have a hot lover who has the stamina of an ox?”
“Maybe I should tell all your buddies about that pudding episode couple weeks ago….”
“You wouldn’t….”
“Did you know that there’s a term for that? It’s called sploshing. And that Tarzan episode with the lamp….”
“Babe….”
“How you almost passed out before we were done….”
“Please don’t…..”
“Play your cards right and wont.” Reid snatched the paper from him and tore to pieces.
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“What about that one?” Sean pointed to a man on the opposite side of the bar counter.
“Stop that.”
“Tell me what you type is, and I’ll scan you some good candidates.”
“Stop or I’ll leave right now.”
“Okay, I’ll stop. But seriously, what’s your type? Somebody like Rudd? Young, thin, long hair?”
“Reid. And I have no idea.”
“Why not?”
“I haven’t really even thought about doing anything with a guy besides him.”
“Hey…. you’re …. no…. sorry, I thought… nothing.”
“What the hell are you babbling?”
“There’s a guy checking you out. First I thought it was that guy from your office.”
Hotch twisted his head to see the man in question. A carbon copy of Morgan was sipping his beer in one of the booths.
“Great….” Hotch groaned. “That’s agent Christensen. He’s run some training courses for us.”
“Then you should have a lot to talk about.” Sean grinned.
“According to Morgan, he’s also Reid’s ex.”
“Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“He went from that one to that other one? I guess it’s pretty clear what his type is…”
Somebody tapped Hotch on the shoulder and he turned to face Chad.
“I thought it was you.” Chad offered his hand and Hotch shook it. He glanced at Sean and gave him small grin. “I see you got over your divorce.”
“What? No, nothing like that. That’s my brother, Sean Hotchner. Sean, agent Chad Christensen.”
“Nice to meet you.” Sean smirked. “I’ll leave you two alone, that redhead’s been eying me all evening.” He bounced into the dancing crowd and vanished.
“Am I just imagining, or was he trying to match us up?”
“I think so.” Hotch agreed.
“So how have you been?”
“Good, working. You?”
“Same.” Chad gave him an amused look. “I have to admit, I never pictured you in these places.”
“He dragged me here.”
“Post-divorce therapy?”
“Something like that.”
“So what are you looking for?”
“I’m not really looking for anything. I’m…. trying to work my way over some stuff.”
“Sounds familiar.” Chad glanced at Sean who was twirling on the dancefloor. “You wanna go get a drink? Have a talk? Between grown-ups.”
“Why not?” Hotch shrugged. “When the other option is watching kids act like I’m their dad trying to spoil their fun, that sounds pretty good.”
“You gonna tell him?” He pointed to the dancefloor.
"No, I think he already forgot I was here."