Fic: High Resolutions (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, Chad, Sean)
Title: High Resolutions
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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“So….” Morgan eyed the dozing team members who had sprawled all over their seats and leaned closer to Reid. “Any new year resolutions?”
“I see very little point in that.” The genius closed his book. “Traditionally new years resolutions are mean to aim at reforming of a habit, often a lifestyle change that is generally interpreted as advantageous. The most popular resolutions are promises to lose weight, exercise more, eat better, drink less alcohol, and quit smoking. If I loose weight the department nurse will start making those threats about force feeding me. Again. I get enough exercise on the job, I can’t really eat better or more health consciously due to our working hours. I don’t smoke and I rarely drink, so there’s nothing left.”
“Yeah, but you could come up with something else. Like: I’ll try to pay more attention to my boyfriend than to the dog.”
“Are you still whining about that? A boyfriend doesn’t cause a flood of bodily extracts on the carpet if he doesn’t get out on time, but the dog will.”
“That’s no excuse to ignore me.”
“I got up and I let him out to the backyard. That took less than a minute.”
“But after that it took me five minutes to get my groove back.”
“Than you shouldn’t you make a resolution that would lead to increase in you mental stamina in the area of sexual gratification?”
“You have any idea how hot it is when you talk like that….?”
“I can see it.” Reid glanced down and blushed. “Get a blanket or something and cover yourself up.”
“I’m an open book for everyone to read.”
“Then close the covers till we get home. And you’re not an “open book“, nobody is. Everyone has something they want to keep just for themselves.”
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“Hey, hey, hey and happy new year!” Sean shook the bottle of champagne in his hand and marched in. Chad gave him an annoyed look and closed the door.
“Happy new year, what do you want?”
“Company! Ten minutes till midnight and everyone has something better to do.”
“Your brother called couple hours ago before their plane took off, they’re not getting back till morning.”
“I know. Cain was supposed to be back yesterday but there was some mechanical thingy and he’s stuck in Ghana.”
“He’s in Sierra Leone.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Two different countries. He’s writing about the war crime hearings.”
“Anyway, we have a deal. He doesn’t take foreign gigs that last longer than two weeks, so he has four days left.”
“What happens if he’s late?”
“I’ll have to wait longer.” Sean shrugged. “Glasses?”
“Wait a minute.” Chad went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses. “Living room.”
Sean followed him obediently into the living room where the TV was counting down to midnight. A rumpled blanket on the couch made it clear where Chad had been celebrating the new year.
“Toast?” Sean suggested and filled the glasses. Due to his tendency to talk with his hands, a great deal of the drink ended up bubbling onto the coffee table.
“I got one: You’ll clean that up yourself.”
“Okay, okay, but something really good. Something big, the new year, time for change, the start of a new era-”
“Do you have anything to say or are you just trying to fill the gap between midnight and now?”
“The latter.”
“Then stop it. To a new year.” Chad lifted his glass for a toast. “I think that says it all.”
“Sounds good to me.” Sean raised his glass and took a sip. “Is that clock on time?”
“Yeah.”
“Good, because if I don’t get my turn of the year kiss from somewhere my libido goes to the dogs for the first week of the new year. You want Cain to face that when he gets home?”
“Don’t even ask, it’s not gonna happen.”
“Come on, it’s the next best thing for both of us.”
“Have you had your face shoved into a pile of snow for ten minutes?”
“No….”
“Then don’t try your luck.” Chad commented. “Are you gonna tell me the truth?”
“About what?”
“Why you’re here. I remember Cain telling me your friends were planning some big shindig for the new year.”
“I was there, but it was pretty boring.”
“Not buying it.”
“Fine. They kicked me out after that firework accident.”
“Was anyone hurt?”
“No, but their garden gnome is in pieces.”
“So I’m the second best.”
“Third. I tried to call my buddies from work, but most of them didn’t get today off.”
“I see.” Chad chuckled. “Well, this is the closest thing to a new years kiss you’re gonna get from here.” He gave Sean a little peck on the cheek. “Happy now?”
“Good enough.”
“You’re just like Jack. Except that when he demands a hug and a kiss he’s adorable.”
“Are you saying I’m not adorable?”
“You’re about twenty-five yours past your adorable stage. I’ve seen the photos.”
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“But seriously, you gotta make some resolution.”
“Morgan, if you`re so emotionally attached to that tradion, why don’t you make one?”
“I will. When I can come up with one thing about me that would need improvement.”
“Your skills in self critique.”
“No… Any more ideas?”
“How bout…. Promising you’ll wash your gym clothes once a week?”
“I don’t always have time for that.”
“Morgan, you leave them into the hamper for weeks and weeks and when you finally decide to do something about it, they’re one day away from being used as a chemical weapon.”
“I thought you liked my masculine smell.”
“There’s a difference between a sweaty man and a hamper full of clothes ready to crawl out by themselves.”
“Okay, I’ll do something about it.”
“Good.”
“And you’ll promise to do something about your discs.”
“My discs?”
“Every time you work on something you put it on a disc or memory stick and you never know what you had where because you don’t bother to label them.”
“I like my order chaotic!”
“That’s just….” Morgan giggled. “…so you.” He got up, went to the small fridge and pulled out two cans of soda. He sat down again and gave the other one to Reid.
“You want to make a toast?”
“Yep.” Morgan snapped his can open. “To the new year. And I mean the whole thing: The good, the bad and the ugly.”
“And your laundry basket is definitely that last one.”