Fic: Monday Morning (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan, Aaron Hotchner / Chad)
Title: Monday Morning
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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Hotch walked into the kitchen in his usual suit and a tie. The only indication that he had recently woken up and had a shower was the slightly damp hair. Chad handed him a cup of coffee and continued his cooking.
“I’m still getting used to this.” Hotch commented after few sips.
“Used to what?”
“Not being the first one up in the morning.” He took the morning paper and scanned the front page.
“I’ve been up for almost an hour. But my morning rituals are a lot faster than yours because I don’t need to dress up like an accountant.”
“I don’t dress like an accountant.”
“Okay, you don’t.”
“Thank you.”
“You dress like an undertaker.” Chad piled up scrambled eggs and some bacon on a plate and handed it over to Hotch.
“One day this will kill me. My old, clogged arteries will come and haunt you after I’m gone.” Hotch complained, but started eating. “I’ve wondered about that.”
“Your arteries?”
“No, how you can eat like this and look like that. Morgan’s always complaining about the stuff we have to eat when we’re on the job. He always says he has to spend a day at the gym when we get back to get rid of all the junk food.”
“If you eat everything with moderation, you don’t get cravings.” Chad shrugged.
“You sound like those people in that…. What was that show we watched some time ago? Where there was a grouping of obese people climbing up a hill till they started crying?”
“Biggest looser.”
“You sound just like that trainer. Well, you probably could be a trainer, considering how much time you spend in the gym.”
“Hey, that’s part of my job. I can’t teach my classes if I’m not in shape myself.”
“I know.”
“Actually, I did work as a trainer, but that was just for couple months.”
“Really? Before or after your short stint in underwear modelling?”
“I knew you would bring that up…. After, when I started the basic training in Quantico. I worked at a local gym couple times per week.”
“Let me guess. Hot young bodies always wanted you to show them how to do it.”
“Nope. Middle-aged housewives, who were still trying to shake off their baby pounds ten years after their babies graduation.”
“I’m sure you were very popular.”
“I was. I had to keep an eye on them or they’d try to grope my ass.”
“Well, I can’t really blame them.”
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Morgan took a long look at the thin figure coming down the stairs. Reid was still half asleep, hanging on to the railing. His hair was falling down to his most of his face, and the night of sleeping with his head pressed against the pillow seemed to bring out the curliness. He looked like a sleepy, tall poodle, ready to doze off again.
“Coffee….?”
“Not yet.”
“Why not, you’ve been up for ages….” Reid’s voice was a low, scratchy murmur.
“I woke up two minutes before you did.”
“Really?”
“Yep.”
“So…. Are you making it?”
“Coffee?”
“No, Basic Instinct 3: Man-love BAU-style.” Reid rubbed his eyes. “Sorry, when I haven’t had any coffee I can be little bit….”
“Bitchy.”
“I wasn’t going to say that.”
“But you are.” Morgan started loading the coffeemaker. “I’m used to it.”
“I just need a slow start.” Reid curled up into one of the kitchen chairs and almost fell down.
“I know, your brain is like a steam engine. It takes a while to get it going.”
“Actually, most steam engines….” Reid groaned and closed his eyes. “Forget it, I’m not awake enough for that.” He walked behind Morgan and prodded his head on the other man’s shoulder. “Stay still, I’m trying to go back to sleep.”
“Few minutes and you’ll get your coffee. Just wait.” Morgan chuckled. “You know why we’re obviously a good match?”
“I can’t even think straight right now….”
“We both hate morning people.”
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“I can’t believe it….” Hotch stared at his cell phone.
“Believe what?”
“I got a text message from Sean.”
“And you can’t believe it?”
“I can’t believe he’s actually awake this early in the morning.”
“What does he want?” Chad lifted his gaze from the morning paper.
“Nothing. He writes: Morning in bed, hot guy and a lot of coffee. No work today. Suffer and weep, bro.”
“I can feel the love.”
“Yeah.” Hotch pocketed his phone and focused on his half of the paper.
“Did he tell you about Cain?”
“What about him?”
“His next assignment.”
“No, where is he going?”
“Back to Iraq. Long story. The guy who replaced him as their corresponder wants to come home three months early. His wife had some complications with her pregnancy, so he wants to be with her.”
“That’s understandable.”
“Yeah. Anyway, their editor offered a deal. If Cain handles the final three months, they’ll give him a domestic assignment after that.”
“Is he going to take it?”
“Probably. So it’s gonna be a long distance thing for them. At least for a while.”
Hotch didn’t say anything for a minute. Chad gave him a sharp look.
“What are you thinking?”
“Sean. Remember what he was like when Cain went to visit your mother?”
“How could I forget….”
“He was like a dog without his master.”
“I don’t think either one of them would like that description.”
“But it’s fitting. If he was like that when he was gone for one weekend, how do you think he’s going to handle three months?”
“Well….” Chad thought about it for a minute. “You could try to cheer him up.”
“How?”
“Get him some dog biscuits and give him a flea bath.”
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“Who was it?” Reid finished his cup of coffee and poured himself some more.
“Overage Pollyanna known as J.J.”
“New case?”
“Yeah, we’ll go straight to the jet, she’ll brief us all during the flight.”
“Where are we going?”
“Miami.”
“Again?”
“We’ve been there twice.”
“Three times. And every time there’s some slutty local cop making a fool of herself.”
“They were just friendly.”
“There’s friendly and there’s slutty, and they were slutty.”
“Okay, but I didn’t encourage them. And you had that detective hanging after you.”
“What detective?” Reid tried to sound innocent, but he wasn’t very convincing.
“You know who I’m talking about.”
“I still got his number somewhere.” Reid grinned. “You keep your groupies under control, and I wont give him a call.”
“You got a deal.” Morgan agreed.