Fic: One More Year, Chapter 3/3 (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, Hotch / Chad, Sean / Cain)
Title: One More Year, Chapter 3/3
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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Chapter 1/3
Interlude
Chapter 2/3
Hotch tried shoving his head under the pillow, but the tinny noise didn’t go away. Finally he reached over to grab his phone from the nightstand and snapped it open.
“Hotchner.”
“Hey, babe. Are you awake?”
“Unfortunately. Even I don’t get up this early on a Sunday morning. Where are you?”
“On my way back, I did some preparations.”
“For what?”
“You wanted to celebrate my birthday, I didn’t, so I came up with a compromise.”
“What kind of a compromise?”
“A bunch of cupcakes and few bottles of tequila. Call the guys to join us in one hour?”
“You want to get wasted at ten in the morning?”
“We got the weekend off, it’s allowed. And if Morgan sings Happy birthday off the note like he did on Spencer’s birthday, I wanna be so plastered that I don’t even realise the pain and agony my ears are in.”
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Four hours later
“That was probably the be-be-be-best birthday party I’ve been in….” Morgan slurred and leaned heavily against the wall of the elevator. “Hey, look…..”
“What?” Reid pressed the button for the fifth floor.
“They got mirrors….”
“Pretty much all elevators have mirrors.”
“Look….” Morgan waved his hand in front of the wall. “It waves back at me!”
“It’s your mirror image.” The genius sighed. He pulled a cupcake from his messenger bag and shoved it into Morgan’s hand. “Eat that, sugar helps to ease the hangover. I’ll get you some water when we get to our room.”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Water?” Morgan asked through a mouthful of half chewed pastry.
“Because if you don’t drink enough, and I mean water, you’ll have very painful hangover.”
“I’m not drunk…!”
“You are.”
“You drank too.”
“I had two shots, you had fourteen.”
“I’m not drunk, I’m totally luc…lus… luz…..”
“Lucid?”
“Yeah, that…. Maybe I’m….”
“Drunk.”
“Just a little bit….”
“You reached your phase four before we left their room. That’s really drunk.”
“What phhhhh-phase?”
“The level of your intoxication is always easy to see based on the songs you’re singing. In the first phase you sing Every breath you take.”
“Second?”
“I will always love you.”
“Th-th-third?”
“Thriller. With that zombie dance.”
“What did I sing now?”
“Oops, I did it again.”
“Oh crap…. Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“What’s phase five?”
“Like a virgin. That number usually includes a staggering striptease that ends with you face down on the floor.”
“So I didn’t…..?”
“Not yet. Why did you think I dragged you out of there?”
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“You know…..” Sean mumbled and tried to comprehend the scenery in front of him. “I’m seeing funny things…. There’s a red carpet and an ass in jeans and….. Hey, wait a minute!”
“What?”
“You’re carrying me, aren’t you?” Sean stated and got a slap on his butt as a response. He tried to lift his head, but the movement was too painful. Slowly he realised what was going on. Cain had thrown him on his shoulder and was carrying him down the hallway.
“I can walk!”
“Like you could in the bathroom?”
“I…. I could!”
“You got lost in one small room. I’m not waiting a whole hour so you can crawl back to our room.” Cain tightened his grip on Sean’s thighs to keep him still.
“People will think I’m drunk!”
“You are drunk.”
“Okay….” Sean yawned. “Can you do me a favour?”
“What?”
“Move your hand up a bit….?”
Cain moved his arm up the back of Sean’s thighs till his hand was rest on the man’s butt.
“Better?”
“A lot better.” Sean mumbled sleepily and closed his eyes.
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“Want another one?” Chad offered and emptied the last bottle into two shot glasses.
“No.” Hotch leaned back against the headboard of the bed and sighed. “I still can’t believe Sean and Morgan started to play truth or dare.”
“Me neither.” Chad grinned. His speech was slightly slower than usually, but that seemed to be the only sign of the amount of alcohol he had consumed. “Or that Sean did that thing to your ex…. You had no idea about it?”
“No, but they weren’t very friendly before the divorce so it wasn’t exactly a surprise… Should I tell Hailey?”
“That your baby brother taught his nephew to "accidentally" splash his juice on mommy’s dress when she’s about to go out with her friends? No, brotherhood binds.”
“True.”
“You want the last cupcake?”
“No. I just want to take a nap. How can you be so perky?”
“I got a good head for alcohol. It’s hereditary.”
“I can believe that, I saw how much you and Cain drank.” Hotch rolled over to his side and settled his head against the fluffy pillow. “Speaking of hereditary…. Now that we’re drunk…. Or at least I am…. Can I ask you a dumb question?”
“Go ahead, babe.”
“You’re from Cleveland and your family’s lived there for ages.”
“Right.”
“So where the hell does that name come from?”
“What name?”
“Christensen. It sounds…. I don’t know, Danish or Norwegian.”
“That wasn’t a dumb question.”
“It wasn’t?”
“No.”
“So what’s the answer?”
“Let’s just say….” Chad’s grin turned even wider. “My family history would make a good romance novel with highway robbers, prohibition era bootleggers and beautiful dames. I’ll tell you that story when we reach our twentieth anniversary.”