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Who: Hotch and Reid
When: Backdated to Nov. 30, after meeting their respective introduction to Aternaville madness
Where: Hotchner Apartment
Rating: N for not good
Reid knocked heavily on the door, rapping out his distinctive pattern. Almost-instantly, it swung open, and he had a small child latched onto his good leg. "Uncle Dr. Reid!" Jack exclaimed, wrapping his arms around him and grinning upwards. "Tell me a bedtime story!"
On another day, he would have been happy to recite a Dr. Suess book or a string of Asop's fables, but Reid was a little distracted. He might be in the middle of a psychotic break, after all, and he didn't want Jack in the way of that, just in case. He ruffled the kid's hair, smiling slightly at his superman pajamas, and said, "Maybe next time."
"Hotch?" Reid called out, though his voice was slightly strangled. This wasn't fair. He really shouldn't be dumping this kind of thing on him. Hotch was here to relax and heal, not to deal with a crazy subordinate.
When: Backdated to Nov. 30, after meeting their respective introduction to Aternaville madness
Where: Hotchner Apartment
Rating: N for not good
Reid knocked heavily on the door, rapping out his distinctive pattern. Almost-instantly, it swung open, and he had a small child latched onto his good leg. "Uncle Dr. Reid!" Jack exclaimed, wrapping his arms around him and grinning upwards. "Tell me a bedtime story!"
On another day, he would have been happy to recite a Dr. Suess book or a string of Asop's fables, but Reid was a little distracted. He might be in the middle of a psychotic break, after all, and he didn't want Jack in the way of that, just in case. He ruffled the kid's hair, smiling slightly at his superman pajamas, and said, "Maybe next time."
"Hotch?" Reid called out, though his voice was slightly strangled. This wasn't fair. He really shouldn't be dumping this kind of thing on him. Hotch was here to relax and heal, not to deal with a crazy subordinate.