Fic: On Assignment by rowena_dawson (Criminal Minds Hotch/Reid FRAO) 1/2
Title: On Assignment (1/2)
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: FRAO (NC-17)
Length: ~4,300
Pairings: Hotch/Reid (Switches from Reid, Hotch, and both POV.)
Warnings: Slash, masturbation, m/m oral sex, dirty talk, slight possibility of being caught
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of these characters. I just play with them.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Reid gets called off vacation early to help Hotch on a difficult case and it seems that fate has something else in store for him and the rest of the BAU.
Author’s Notes: This is my first real cm fan fiction, so, be nice please. Unbetaed so all mistakes are mine...blah blah blah. Comments are appreciated.
“Live neither in the past nor the future, but let each day’s work absorb your entire energies and satisfy your wildest ambitions.” -Sir William Osler
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Spencer Reid wasn’t even supposed to be on assignment.
With a work ethic that included working on weekends, long hours, the occasional sleep over at the office, he had more than earned his share of days off. It had almost gotten to the point where coffee, not blood, maintained his blood stream. He knew the facts about excessive coffee consumption, but he couldn’t lie and say it stopped him. In the long run, though, he knew it probably wasn’t all that healthy.
Still, something always kept coming up. Cases were stacking up and he didn’t want to let the team down. Deep down, he always felt a little out of place, even with Morgan and Garcia constantly inviting him out for drinks or Prentiss inviting him to go bowling every Tuesday. He usually just politely declined. He liked them, but he was not exactly the best in social situations.
There were also things in his personal life. First, it had been issues with his apartment landlord. Apparently not being able to sleep at four-thirty in the morning did not warrant turning up his Killers CD and re-organizing his entire apartment from the ground up.
There was also the matter of his mother’s bills. The flights back and forth were a little demanding and, despite protests from Hotch, he counted those trips as vacation days.
Finally, after a long period of cases, he started going in circles. Literally.
“Hey man,” Morgan had stopped him, “you went back and forth between the coffee pot and your desk at least fifteen times since you got here. Relax.”
“Oh,” Spencer blushed, “I didn’t notice.”
“Man, maybe you should take a break.”
He then decided that maybe if it was this obvious, it was time for some real rest and relaxation.
“Hotch, I’m taking a couple days off,” he had said to his boss. Hotch looked up from behind his desk with a confused-looking expression.
“Of course,” Hotch had replied in his husky tone, “is everything okay?”
“Everything’s fine,” Spencer had smiled shyly, “I think I could just use some time off.”
Hotch eyed him for a minute. This was definitely unlike him. Meanwhile, Spencer wondered if he was profiling him from the look on his face. Then again, he could tell little from Hotch’s face.
Spencer could not profile Hotch. Statistics and logics aside, he knew very little about the man he called his boss. Sure, he had been married and had a young son, but what did he really know? Normal traits and normal attributes didn’t work with him. It was like trying to profile a ghost.
He realized he had been staring straight at his boss while he was thinking. He blushed slightly, but didn’t look away. How embarrassing…
“Have a nice break, Spencer.”
“Thank you, sir,” and he quickly walked from the office.
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The words echoed through his head as he shook them off and focused on the matter at hand. A couple days away would be what he needed. He looked around, bitterly wondering if he had ever been in his apartment this long. He wondered what he would do with his three free days.
I really should go somewhere. Maybe see a movie or something…It is my time off after all. No, maybe not, the movies are expensive and besides, that good one I wanted to see is probably out of theaters by now. I should have taken J.J. or Emily to see it when it was still in.
There he was, thinking back to the BAU. He decided to get his mind off it.
…well, maybe I should watch something on television…
Spencer turned on the television. Immediately, his mind drifted off of the buddy-cop film currently on the screen. The plot was uninteresting, something about a lost dog. Spencer raised an eyebrow at the lack of police procedure and integrity. Instead, his mind began formulating numbers, trying to solve equations that had puzzled him for the last month.
If I know that the letter‘t’ in this situation is equal to 32.987, then it would be only fitting that ‘n’ is...
…un-sub performs an act of violence if nothing…...inertia states that…
“No,” he caught himself speaking aloud and pacing, “geez, Spencer, relax.”
He dropped against his love-seat with a small thud. He was thinking again. Unable to let it all go. Then he noticed that his pad of paper that he usually kept in his messenger bag was still lying on his living room table.
The pad itself was kind of like a lifeline, a journal, a case file, and just a place for doodles all in one. He half-smiled at the weird figures that had appeared in the margins of the page for briefing. Paging through, he saw formulations and ideas that had come to him. Of course he could probably remember it all if he tried, but writing them down almost made it seem like, maybe, he was normal for a change.
He stopped when he reached a page, written in his own hand, almost sporadically.
you’ve got someone with no regard for common sense, why would he put himself through that to be with someone like that? No, I guess that’s not important….in the equation, e is always equal to energy, while c is equal to the constant rate…
Spencer sighed. He remembered exactly when he had written that.
Curse my eidetic memory. Sometimes, I would give it away if…
That case stuck with him. A man had killed his lover’s attacker, only to be turned away as the lover took on another man. The man had tried to commit suicide in custody with that news. Spencer remembered locking eyes with that man with the piercing blue eyes and wrestling the knife out of his hands.
“It’s not worth it, please,” he had pleaded.
“No, no, no,” the man had cried, fighting with him, “you don’t understand!”
“Please, stop,” Spencer tried to calmly retort, but the man had noticed something about Spencer that he had tried to hide and he stopped struggling.
“But you do know, don’t you?” the tearful man said to Spencer, “you do know and that’s why you’re trying to stop me.”
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Spencer shoved the pad away without another look. This was not the time to think about…him. Shaking the thought out of his head, Spencer tried to focus on the television. The cops were now in some witty banter that had nothing to do with the case.
Undoubtedly his mind began to shift back to the past case. He had left the interrogation room almost in tears and walked straight into Hotch.
“Reid.” He had straightened up to look at him. “Is everything okay?”
No. You don’t know the half of it.
“Yeah Hotch.”
“What was he talking about?”
Do you really want to know?
“I don’t know.”
Hotch had given him a strange look, but to Spencer’s relief, dropped the issue and went back to work.
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Coming back to himself, he was stuck on that look that Hotch had given him. The look from his deep brown eyes, almost sparkling…ripples made in his suit by the crossing of his arms in contempt. Then, there was the straightening of that tie wrapped around his neck. He wanted to reach across the space between them and pull the tie off his boss. He wondered how Hotch’s tie, as well as the rest of his clothes, would look strewn across the floor of his apartment as he made his way over to Spencer’s bed…
Spencer groaned at the idea of his boss as a sexual creature out to get him. And well, his mind only wondered southward. Suddenly, the image of Hotch going down on him sent a jolt of pleasure pain to his groin. God, he hated and loved when this happened. He didn’t want to think of his boss like this. Spencer knew fantasizing about his boss was wrong. He could probably spurt out facts about inter-office relationship failures, but it wouldn’t stop.
The daydreams about his boss wouldn’t stop. They hadn’t before.
And Hotch was a man.
This kept him up at night. He had never been attracted to any man before. Then again, he had never known anyone like Hotch before. So dominant, so unyielding, the hidden muscles under the suit, the cherry red lips…
He groaned as his cock drew up in his pants. He needed a shower.
It warmed his chilled skin and relaxed him momentarily, but his traitorous thoughts weren’t too far behind…
Hotch…Hotch smiling and licking his lips in the shower with him…
You’re on vacation, the traitorous and husky voice of Hotch whispered to him, you should be relaxing. Why are you so tense? Here, let me help you…
He quivered slightly as the warm water hit him and, in his mind, he saw Hotch join him. Shuddering, he finally let go to the feelings pulsing through him. He reached down to his erection. Imagining Hotch’s hand on his waist and the other wrapped around his length, he stroked. Gasping, he could just see the boss working at him, kissing his neck and keeping up a steady beat with his strong hands. He moaned as Hotch reached up to touch his chest and play with his nipples. He whispered into his ear the things he was planning on doing to him for the rest of the night…
Spencer gasped and his throat nearly closed up. The speed increased as he felt the tingle rush through him and his hips jerked. With a silent yell, he came on the bathroom floor, his seed cursing through him and being washed away simultaneously. It took him three minutes to steady himself enough to turn off the water, but he was still shuddering slightly.
He was cleaning himself up when he heard a strange noise. After a second, he recognized the tone as his ‘Bill Nye The Science Guy’ ringtone. Dashing nakedly from the bathroom to the living area, he picked up his phone.
“Hello?”
“Spencer. It’s Hotch.”
The blood drained from his face.
“Oh. Hey.”
“I’m sorry to interrupt your vacation time but I need your help on a case.”
He didn’t have to say another word.
“I’ll be right there.”
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“Hey Pretty Boy, what are you doing here?” Morgan asked questioningly when Spencer joined the team in the briefing room. Spencer had initially been disappointed when it turned out it wasn’t Hotch that wanted him as much as it was the team.
“Aren’t you on vacation?” Emily asked.
“Uh, Hotch called me.”
“During your vacation time?” Morgan asked incredulously and shook his head. Spencer just shrugged.
“Don’t pay attention to her,” J.J. said as she brought up the file on the screen, “we can use all the help we can get on this case.”
“We’ve already done some preliminary work and research,” Rossi tried bringing Spencer up to speed.
“We all need a refresher and maybe some fresh eyes on this case,” J.J. retorted and clicked up the case file pictures on the screen.
Spencer sighed and palmed his gun. The team sped towards a remote area of Virginia. He had stumbled upon a paper trail left by the primary suspect in the strangulation case. Around him, Morgan, Hotch and Emily were shifting nervously as well. The other van contained the other members of the group (Rossi and J.J.), but they were all unsure of what they would find. All they knew was that there was a good chance that the suspect was hiding out in a small camping area. After a quick call between the groups, Rossi and J.J. went into the town as the others proceeded into the camping area.
It was really remote, Spencer noticed, as finally, the van pulled into the camping area. After a quick sweep, they didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. It made them all tense as they continued to search. They all jumped slightly as Hotch’s phone rang.
“J.J. What’s up?” Hotch asked. He lowered his gun and stared at the team. “They got him.”
The team met up at the remote cabin to finish the case. J.J. and Rossi arrived soon after their call, the suspect already in custody. While they did debate whether or not it would be appropriate to stay in a potential suspects cabin, the weather outside made it easy to come to a decision.
“Holy shit, it’s like Twister out there,” Morgan hastily closed the door shut as cold air blew in, chilling the rest of the team and blowing on the fire that Prentiss had made.
“Close it, close it,” Garcia shivered underneath a blanket she had found.
“Come down, Sugar Momma,” Morgan cooed and hugged her from behind, “It’s gonna get nice and warm in here soon.”
“Oh yeah?” Garcia wiggled her eyebrow suggestively, “with a little help from you, it is.”
“Alright, alright,” Hotch laughed. The rest of the team was overcome with laughter. Spencer couldn’t help but join in. It was nice seeing Hotch in a good mood and when he was, everybody was.
“I guess there’s no leaving tonight, huh?” Prentiss said in an annoyed tone. She tended the fire for a little longer.
“It appears not,” Spencer said.
“Good thing it’s Friday,” Rossi laughed.
“I have to call Will,” J.J. said and walked into the bathroom.
“Well, I don’t know about you guys and gals,” Garcia said sitting up, “but I’m making some s’mores. Who wants some?”
The night wore on with more co-worker bonding than expected. Prentiss was in her glory, telling the team about her camping missions in her childhood. Garcia was having fun too, but she was starting to miss her technology and frequently reached out to touch keys that weren’t there.
For Spencer, he had to admit that this was a pretty fun night. A renegade box of Trivial Pursuit became a great way to show the team he was capable of. For once, he felt like what it would have been like to have a sleepover as a child.
However, for most of the night, he wondered about the sleeping arrangements. It seemed almost like the elephant in the room, especially as the night got later and more silences began to fell.
“Well,” Garcia yawned, “let’s not make this awkward, but, who is sleeping with whom?”
The team burst into laughter.
“Well, there are two main rooms,” Hotch said, laughing in recovery, “and unfortunately, there is only one bed per room. There are also two couches here…”
“Ladies get first choice of the beds,” Morgan offered.
“Awww,” Garcia replied, “you’d better not try sneaking in after hours…”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Mama…” Morgan grinned.
Garcia, J.J., and Prentiss made themselves comfy in the main bedroom. Prentiss volunteered to sleep on a small cot in the room because the girls had wanted to sleep together. That and they wanted to keep a frisky Garcia away from Morgan at all costs (or vice versa). Rossi was sent to sleep in the other room because of a bad back.
Spencer was now alone with Hotch….in front of a roaring cabin fire….feet away from each other….with the other members of the BAU in the other rooms….
“I’ll be back with some blankets,” Hotch yawned. “Unfortunately; we didn’t find any sleep clothes…”
Oh god.
“…so I’ll just be wearing this I suppose. I hope your clothes are comfortable.”
“Oh,” Spencer managed, the wind knocked out of him, “uh, yeah, I’ll be fine.”
“Good night Reid,” Hotch said as he came back with some blankets and made sure the lights were off. His features flickered with the light of the fire.
“Good night Hotch.”
Hotch never slept well. The cases always consumed his mind, as well as the images of Hayley and Jack. Usually he had a couple drinks to relax at night. Tonight, he had only eaten some of Garcia’s s’mores and a fugitive Sprite can he had had on the way to the cabin. His mind was all over the place in the darkness of the cabin, with only the firelight to keep him company. Time passed, but he didn’t feel any more tired. He rolled over slightly in his semi-sleep state.
“No…l-leave me alone…”
Hotch immediately looked up at his sleeping colleague. His face was wrinkled in angst, cheeks flushed against his pale skin, hands balled into fists and he was rolling slightly unto his side. He was almost graceful in sleep, unlike his normal-day clumsiness.
And yes, Hotch knew about the way Spencer normally was. He couldn’t help but stare at the boy, his clumsiness almost endearing. His shy smiles almost sent him over the edge.
“N-no…no…” Spencer’s whimpers brought Hotch back to reality. He slipped out from under the blanket and kneeled next to his tormented agent.
“Reid,” he whispered.
“Mm..nnn..no…”
“Reid, it’s okay,” he whispered and tried to wake the disturbed young man. He tentatively reached out to comfort the boy.
As he touched him, he started to trace over the lines and his cheekbones. Hotch marveled at the definition and the pure wantonness that emulated from his look. Feminine features and delicate eyelashes covered his face, his frame small and petite…
“Reid,” he whispered, moving closer to wake him, but yet not trying to scare him, “Reid…”
The young boy’s eyelashes fluttered slightly. Hotch was vaguely aware that he was still caressing the boy’s face, but didn’t stop, even when his puppy dog brown eyes opened with a start and he breathed heavily, awaking from his nightmare.
“Hotch?” his voice came from somewhere low.
“I’m here…you were shouting…”
“Nightmares…”
“I see that.”
Hotch became vaguely aware that he was still holding the agent with one hand and stroking his face with the other. He knew that close male friends didn’t touch each other like this, but he couldn’t stop. He felt…so close and Spencer’s breath was hot on his cheek.
Hotch didn’t know what was happening or what to do next.
TBC