Fic: Fonder In Absence, Epilogue (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, Hotch / Chad)
Title: Fonder In Absence, Epilogue
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc
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“Did you do something while I was away, that I should be aware of?” Spencer eyed Morgan’s car with his nose wrinkling with disgust. “Transport rotting fish, leave your snacks to the glove compartment-”
“I just haven’t had time to get it cleaned.” Morgan said and slid to the drivers seat. “When you went to Vegas, we got that case in L.A. I had to leave Clooney in the dog motel, neighbours were out of town.”
“And they made your car smell like that?”
“No.” Morgan frowned and started the car. “They got some kid working part-time and he gave all the dogs something he shouldn’t have and they all got sick. When I came to pick up Clooney, he couldn’t keep anything in.”
“Well didn’t you clean the car afterwards?”
“Three times, and the smell just stays.”
“Is Clooney still ill?”
“No, he got better as soon as he got out of the car. I think it was all for show.”
“What show?”
“Like when kids pretend their tummy-ache is worse than it is, so they’d get more attention.”
“Based on what I know of the canine psychology-”
“On second thought, I wanted to re-do the interrior anyway. Moving on, how was your flight?”
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Hotch snapped the television off and stretched on the couch. His back protested loudly against the movements. He collected his cup of coffee and sandwich plate from the table and walked to the kitchen.
“Ready for bed?” Chad walked in. He had a high stack of bed linens in his arms and a plastic bag on top of the pile. “Jack’s room’s ready for tomorrow.” He placed the linens on the counter and took the plastic bag. He turned it upside down and a few books tumbled down to the counter. “And speaking of Jack… What’s up with these?”
“Hailey and I kept saying to him he’s too young to read Harry Potter, but he kept whining that everyone in his class reads them. We agreed to try the first one and see how it goes.”
“Did Hailey buy these?”
“No, I did.”
“Did you actually look at what you bought?”
Hotch thought about it for a minute, scratching the back of his head.
“I remember I got a phone call, I asked the salesgirl to get them for me.”
“Did you tell her you were buying them for a little boy?”
“Is that obvious without saying it?”
“Babe… It’s not Harry Potter.”
“She sold me wrong books?”
“Or she tried to make a statement.” Chad picked up the one of the books and turned it so Hotch could read the title. “Harriet Potter and the Magical Wand.”
“Harriet?”
“Yeah. It’s supposed to be…” He flipped the papersleeve off the book. “… an alternative feministic view on Harry Potter and the outdated patriarchal systems of the wizard world.”
“I don’t think it’s meant for kids.”
“Yeah, I browsed a little bit of it and the part where she finds new ways to use her magical wand is pretty colourful. And illustrated.”
“Throw them away.” Hotch eyed the covers with a deep frown. “We’ll tell Jack he’ll get the book next time he’s here.”
“We can pick up new ones in the morning before we pick him up.” Chad dumped two of the books into the trash, but kept one. “I think I’ll hang on to this.”
“You want to read that?”
“No, I’m gonna frame couple pictures from this and put them on my desk.”
“At the office?”
“Yeah. We got meetings about next years budgets next week. It’s always useful to have something on the desk that destroys the counter players focus. They don’t know where to look and I can slam through my demands.”
“Have you used that tactic before?”
“That’s how I got those new equipments to the Quantico gym.”
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“What do I need to do to get some attention around here?” Morgan complained. He dumped Reid’s bag on the floor in the foyer and waited for the duo to finish their Welcome Home rituals.
“Don’t look like that.” Reid smirked and got up from the floor while Clooney still twirled around him like a carousel pony. “He’s always like that when we’ve been away.”
“He’s like that to you. All I got was a bark and two licks.”
“You were away for less than two hours, you haven’t actually been away in the real sense of the word-”
“If I give you a doggie biscuit will you shut up for a while?”
“This is starting to sound just like home.” Reid picked up his bags, but didn’t move. He turned to look at the sight of the living room as much as he could see through the open door. He quickly observed the mess on the coffee table, dirty dishes and the old sock Clooney had used as a chew toy. “Morgan?”
“Yeah?”
“Some of those dishes were there when I left.”
“Yeah, I’ve been kinda busy-”
“Too busy to wash them, but not too busy to leave new dishes next to them?” Reid couldn’t control the grin creeping up on his face. “You remember when I was coming back from a consultation gig and I caught you in a delicate situation?”
“I was calling your name when I came, kid.”
“I meant the fact that you were pleasuring yourself with my lecture notes playing in the background. Although the whole aspect of getting caught while masturbating could be embarrassing, especially considering the material you were using as a stimulant to achieve the necessary level of sexual arousal-”
“Pretty Boy, can we just agree it’s good to have you home?” Morgan slid his hands around Reid’s waist and pulled their bodies against each other.
“Isn’t that what I just said?”
“In a very Reid-ian way, yeah.”