Fic: Visitors of Several Sorts, Chapter 10/10 (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, Hotch / Chad)
Title: Visitors of Several Sorts, Chapter 10/10
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan,
Aaron Hotchner / Chad Christensen,
Sean Hotchner / Cain Christensen
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, etc.
Feedback: Always Welcome
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“Pillows?”
“No thanks.”
“Coffee? Tea?”
“Babe, you’re not an airline hostess.” Chad pointed to the other end of the couch. “Sit down and say what you wanna say.”
“Okay. Hotch sat down and took a deep breath. “I’m not sure how to say this.”
“Just say it.”
“You’re still recovering, you are not supposed to get aggravated-”
“I’m getting aggravated right now.”
“I heard some news.”
“About the Creepy twins?”
“Yeah.”
“I know what you’re gonna say.”
“You do?”
“He’s not stabile enough to handle a trial.”
“How did you know?”
“You think you’re the only one who knows people with big mouths? They’re gonna lock him up indefinitely.”
“Yeah.”
“And that means he may get out if the doctors thinks he’s sane enough.”
“Sane enough is not really a legal or medical term-”
“It’s an accurate term. If he manages to pull a wool over their eyes, he can actually get out. Did you tell Spencer?”
“Not yet.”
“I’ll call him.” Chad pulled his phone from his pocket. He dialled the number and waited.
“Morgan.”
“Why are you answering Reid’s phone?”
“He’s in his brainy trance with his article.”
“Okay, let him do what he’s doing. Did you hear about the Creep 2.0?”
“No.”
“There’s not gonna be a trial.”
“Well, we knew he was insane, but it can’t be that bad.”
“My contact said something about multiple personalities and that the brother’s side took over sometimes. Total psychobabble.”
“So he can actually get out again?”
“That’s exactly what I said too.” Chad let out a deep sigh. “Anyway, just… keep your eyes open.”
“Yeah…. Did you hear anything else?”
“Not about him. But actually you owe me a congratulation.”
“I do?”
“I’m now a three-time uncle. Maris had her baby last night, they called this morning.”
“Congrats. Boy or a girl?”
“Boy. He was premature, but he’ll be fine.”
“Are you gonna go see them? You’re on mandatory leave anyway.”
“Yeah, tomorrow. They’re transferring mom to a recovery facility in Cleveland so I’ll go with her. Get her settled and so on.”
“Are you gonna be a godfather?”
“I’m already a godfather to her oldest kid, and Cain to the second. I think they’ll need someone new this time around.”
“Did they pick up a name yet?”
“No mmmmm…..”
“What was that?”
“Apparently I’m getting an impromptu foot rub here. What were you saying?”
“Well, if they have picked up a name you could give them some good advices?”
“Like what?”
“Like how cute it would be to have a little boy called Morgan. Hey, what are you doing-”
Morgan’s voice disappeared and Reid’s replaced it.
“Do not listen to him. Morgan comes from Arthurian legends, and she was an adultering witch. Witch in the real sense of the word, not in the derogatory way.”
“Thanks for that info attack.”
“And Morgan’s being trying that for the last year, every time someone we know has a new kid.”
“Why?”
“Bruised ego. One of my friends named her kid Spencer, and now he wants his own mini-me.”
“Thanks for the warning.”
“I’m giving the phone back to him, but make sure he doesn’t try to plant that Morgan-idea into your head.”
“Okay, I’m here again.” Morgan announced. “Did you ever know how bony Pretty boy’s elbows are?”
“No…..”
“Well I do, he used dirty tricks to get the phone from me. So anyway, are you staying there for long?”
“For a while. Cain got some freelance gigs, but he’ll take over there when I come back here. Little bit to the right.”
“Right from where?”
“I was talking to my own little masseuse here. One of the perks of being shot.”
“I’ve been shot couple times and nobody gave me a massage.”
“That’s your problem. Tell Spencer to ditch his article and please his man.”
“Did that work when you said it to him?”
“Nope.”
“That what I thought ouch!”
“What?”
“Bony elbows strike again-”
“Chad?” Reid’s voice took over again. “I think I should correct his statement. I would massage him, if he could keep his overblown libido in his pants. Every time I try to massage him he takes it as an invitation to other physical activities and an hour later he complains that his muscles are even sorer than they were before.”
“I did the same thing and you never complained.”
“Did you have to say that? I’m getting some dirty looks here.”
“So am I.” Chad grinned at Hotch who was busy pressing his thumbs on the spot of the foot where it caused the maximum amount of pain. “I better hung up now. Bye.”
“Bye.”
Chad hung up and dumped his phone on the rug.
“Babe.”
“It was an accident.”
“Right. Why exactly did you start that?”
“Because it usually calms people down, especially if they`re angry.”
“True, you can`t stay mad at anyone who rubs your feet. Except that I wasn’t mad at you in the first place.”
“You weren’t?”
“Of course not. I was mad at those quacks who let that guy have a nice life in comfy padded room instead of prison.”
“So this was all for nothing.”
“I wouldn’t say that, I definitely enjoyed it. And I wouldn’t mind some sidetracking right now. I’ll be gone tomorrow.”
“You’re recovering from a gunshot wound, I don’t want to pull your stitches or-”
“Don’t worry, I’ll work around them.”
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“Come on….. We were just kidding.”
“Maybe we could fly to Cleveland and snatch that baby for a while. And then condition her to react to Morgan. After that they’d have to call her Morgan.”
“Morgan, the baby is a boy, not a girl. And I was talking about that massaging thing.”
“I wasn’t! Why doesn’t anyone wanna name their kid after me?”
“Because they don’t like the names Derek or Morgan? What does it even matter?”
“I just want one.”
“Fine. I’ll make you a deal.”
“What kinda deal?”
“If you manage to knock me up, I’ll let you name it Derek Morgan Junior. Even if it’s a girl.”
“Is that a challenge?” Morgan grinned.
“Possibly.”
“You know what I do with challenges, right?”
“You jump on them?”
“Oh yeah….”