Fic: Playground, Chapter 4 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner)
Title: Playground, Chapter 4
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
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“What? No….. You got the wrong room…. Bye….” Reid mumbled to the phone. He hung up and went back to sleep.
“What was that?” Morgan tried to pull himself awake.
“Somebody called from the reception, they had the wrong room number….” Reid buried himself under the covers.
“Wrong number?”
“They thought we ordered a wake-up call.”
“We did.”
“No, we didn’t.”
“Yeah, we did. We got a lot to do.” Morgan jumped up and pulled the covers off Reid. “Wake up.”
“It’s eight in the morning and Saturday.”
“And we gotta get ready for the bachelor party.”
“The car’s picking us up after five. PM, not AM.”
“Yeah, but we gotta get breakfast, get you dressed, get lunch-”
“I can get myself dressed and I’m not going downstairs for breakfast before that.”
“I didn’t mean getting dressed, I meant getting dressed for the bachelor party. Do you know what you’re gonna wear?”
“Clothes.”
“I knew you’d say that, so I got you something before before we left.”
“What?”
Morgan pulled out two shopping bags from his luggage and tossed them over to Reid.
“Try them on.”
“What are they?”
“Clothes. I think it’s my duty to guide you to the secrets of dressing for a night out.”
“Morgan, your party clothes…. How can say this nicely…..”
“What about my party clothes?”
“If a hooker saw you in your party clothes she wound start digging up cash to pay you your share of her earnings.”
“Hey, pimps are in! As a style, not as a profession.”
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Hotch didn’t open his eyes, the bright sunlight flooding to the bedroom was too much. He grabbed a pillow and covered his face. He could actually feel the difference in his body. He felt completely relaxed, sated and contend. Hotch turned to his side and carefully pulled the pillow down.
He was alone in the bed. All the clothes Chad had shed to the floor were gone, and Hotch`s own clothes were piled neatly on a chair. He pulled off the covers and got up. When he got to the stairs he noticed a familiar smell. He followed his nose to the kitchen.
“Morning.” Chad’s clothed were in a pile on the floor and the man himself was poaching eggs in his boxers. “Did anyone ever tell you your fridge looks like it belongs to a college student?”
“No.”
“Take-out, older take-out and take-out that’s about to grow a pair of legs and escape to conquer the world. How can someone so meticulous have a fridge like that?”
“I forgot it. I usually spend most of my time away from here, so haven’t cooked anything in ages. Where did you even get eggs?”
“I found them behind a pile of rotting Spring Rolls. They look like they’re still good.”
“Yeah, I remember that….. I got them two weeks ago. Jack was coming here for a weekend and he has this phase-”
“With eggs?”
“He’s had a lot of phases.” Hotch chuckled. “Usually he wants to eat just one food over and over again, and then he gets bored with it and moves on to the next one. He loved hard boiled eggs so I got a lot of them for the weekend.”
“Let me guess. By the time you got him here, he had moved on to the next phase.”
“Exactly.”
“What was that look you had when you came in?”
“What look?”
“You know what look I’m talking about. You thought I was gone.”
“Yeah. But you said you didn’t want anything serious, so I thought….”
“I don’t take off in the morning without saying something.”
“Okay.” Hotch was quiet for a while. “When’s your flight?”
“Monday morning. Meaning I got today and tomorrow for rest and relaxation.”
“You got plans?” Hotch tried to keep the disappointment away from his voice.
“I got my SIG P239 customised, I was planning take it to the gun range for a test run.”
Chad took two mugs and poured them some coffee. “Interested?”
“Going to the range on my day off….. Why not.”
“Admit it. You can’t wait to get your hands on my gun.”
“Well, you said you had it customised.”
“Oh yeah. But be careful.”
“You know, I’ve used guns before.”
“I know, but this is my gun. You can never predict what makes it go off.”
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“Do you mind if I burn these?” Reid commented from the bathroom.
“I do. Come out.” Morgan was pacing back and forth. Finally Reid stepped out of the bathroom and Morgan gave him a wide grin. Reid was dressed in a gray suit and a light pink satin shirt. A bolo tie was hanging loosely around his neck.
“Morgan.”
“You look great!”
“You did this on purpose.”
“Of course I did. You look awesome.”
“I look like your overgrown Mini-Me.”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“This is your style, but definitely not mine.”
“You look-”
“Like a kid dressed in his dad’s clothes.”
“Are you bringing up the age gap again? I’m not that old.” Morgan frowned.
“And I didn’t say you are. But I’m not going outside dressed like this.”
“Please. Pretty please. I wanna show you off.”
“In a strip club? We’ll look like…. like….”
“A couple? I’ll be wearing the same thing, colour coordinated and all…..” Morgan pleaded ad tried his best puppy dog expression, which turned into a lecherous grin. “I’ll make it worth it.”
“How?” Reid tried to keep the grin off his face, but failed.
“I’ll be your love slave for the rest of the weekend.”
“How’s that unusual?”
“I’ll make it really good.”
“Okay, I give up.” Reid giggled. “Breakfast?”
“Sounds good.”
“And Morgan.”
“Yeah?”
“Before we go to any strip clubs, give me your wallet.”
“Why?”
“You have two things to avoid. What are they?”
“Oh those….. Slot machines and strippers.”
“Good. Your wallet.”
Morgan handed his wallet obediently over to Reid.
TBC