Criminal Minds fanfiction: Mending the broken fences
This is an AU. This is prolly as AU as it's going to get. People will be kinda OOC. And it'll be kinda NCIS too...just...it's weird, okay? It popped into my head and it stayed and I needed to get it out. Mkay? I gotta warn you, it'll prolly get slashy out there somewhere when things settle down for my boy...or my boys. Technicly they're not mine but let's pretend a while. Oh and there's h/c, and lots of booboo's, and yeah...so...uhm...yeah...I'm going with Explicit Adult content on this one just because it'll get that way in a few chapters :P
I've taken MANY liberties here. I dragged my Tony from NCIS and over to Criminal Minds. Away from Gibbs. I KNOW! D: Please, don't kill me. Oh and I made Tony scrawny. And a geek. But strong and he's a genius. Oh yeah, and he's Spencer Reid's twin brother. NO *grgl* PLEASE DON'T *chok choke* KILL ME NOOOOO AAAAAGH *dead* *pulls a Jesus* YAY! On with the story. Oh and they both now work for the BAU *cough*
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"Tony?" Spencer asked. Tony turned around, pushing his hair out of his face. "What're you doing here so late? Aren't you gonna go visit mom this week?" Spencer asked. Tony gave a small smile, his eyes flickering to the bullpen. "Tony?"
"I...there's a lot of work here," Tony said.
"You have a photographic memory Tony, you don't need this blackboard," Spencer said and motioned over to the blackboard Tony was writing on.
"I saw mom last week," Tony admitted. Spencer looked at him. "They called me. They said she's in a bad way and she is. I don't think you...should visit...uhm... at least not this week," Tony looked at Spencer.
"Oh...did...did she try to attack you?" Spencer asked.
"She did. She also had gotten a hold of a knife. She, uh, almost got me in the leg but I'm fine. I promise," Tony said when Spencer's eyes widened. "I just...I prefer staying here. Working. You know..." Tony gave another small smile, turning back to work.
"Your equation is wrong," Spencer said. Tony looked up and sighed, hanging his head. "You know, if you'd just come to the apartment once in a while instead of sleeping behind your desk, your neck wouldn't be sore either," Spencer ventured. Tony's head came back up and he turned again, to look at his brother.
"This job...is the most important job in the world. You know WHY that is Spencer? Because we catch bad guys. I like it. I LOVE this job. But in here...you're the genius. So I just have to work a little harder," Tony gave a small smile.
"What? Nuh uh," Spencer said.
"Morgan treats you like a little brother. Hotch treats you like...well I don't even wanna say that one, Gideon treats you like you're his son. JJ and Prentiss adores you, and Garcia... Well, Garcia is Garcia," Tony said.
"Oh...uhm...I know that? But they think you're the ge-"
"No. They don't. When they say Reid, they think Doctor Spencer Reid. Not Doctor Anthony DiNozzo Reid," Tony gave another small smile. "I'm just being jealous. Excuse me," Tony said and turned back to the blackboard.
"I'm sorry," Spencer said suddenly.
"You have nothing to be sorry about. You're my brother and I've always wanted you to have a good family. Our own little family wasn't...perfect. But we had some fun times, right?" Tony asked.
"Yes. Like playing chess under the old oak tree," Spencer smiled fondly at the memory. Tony snickered. "What?" Spencer asked.
"I remember when we used to jump in the mud. Remember that? The mudhole. Everyone used to push us into that. So I just grabbed you and jumped that one time. Remember?" Tony asked. Spencer laughed and nodded. Then he looked up at Tony.
"You really feel alone here, don't you?" Spencer asked. Tony shrugged.
"I don't know. Gideon follows up on you. Hotch too. Morgan, JJ, Prentiss, even Garcia. You were like...one of two people who stayed for more than one hour when I was in the hospital five weeks ago. You and Hotch were there. And Hotch was there more because of you than me," Tony said.
"Really?" Spencer frowned. Tony gave a short nod.
"I don't mind. It's not that different from CalTech," Tony shrugged.
"You had no friends in CalTech," Spencer frowned.
"I had you. I still do, sort of," Tony gave another small smile. "I have to work out what I did wrong here, excuse me," Tony turned to the blackboard signalling that this conversation was over as he lost himself in their beloved math. Spencer grabbed his messenger bag and walked out from the room. He looked out over the bullpen where Morgan was laughing with Prentiss and JJ. Gideon was in his office, on the phone. Hotch was in his office, doing paperwork. Garcia was...well he didn't really know. And he didn't really want to either. He looked over at Hotch's office again. No. No, he couldn't. Tony was his brother and Spencer just could NOT picture himself betraying that trust. Didn't mean he couldn't hint at the problem, though.
"Hey Reid!" Morgan said loudly from the bullpen. Spencer looked at him. "Wanna go out?" Morgan asked.
"No thank you," Spencer said. To his big surprise he didn't even feel scared by the thought of going out, it was just the disgust he had for the man that asked that was hindering him. He had fallen for it. Hook, line, and sinker. He'd been accepted, fallen into their good grace, so to speak. They liked him here. It was a surprise really, because Tony was the silent twin. Tony didn't speak up unless they were presenting a profile, making the profile, or someone was out of line. But when he needed some comfort...Spencer was the only one there. In fact, Spencer hadn't seen Hotch or Gideon talk to him even once on the jet. He had a sinking feeling in the bottom of his stomach that Tony was right. They liked him, Spencer. And since he and Tony were so much alike...and Tony was the quiet one...they paid no attention to him, thinking Spencer took care of Tony. Only problem was, Spencer was a bit too busy taking care of himself. And had Tony lost weight again? No. No he just COULDN'T sit by. This was NOT good, this was a work place.
"Don't even think about it. They won't listen," Tony said from behind Spencer who jumped with a yelp. Tony gave a small smile. "It's okay Spence, really. Go out with him, I'm just going to work tonight anyway so you might as well go. Maybe you'll meet a cute girl," Tony winked at him. Spencer blushed, Tony knew very well that Spencer was gay. As was Tony. Spencer scowled at him. "Go, have fun, go go go, shoo, I don't want to hear your apartment door tonight okay?" Tony asked.
"I will eventually have to come home you know," Spencer said.
"Not if you're lucky," Tony waggled his eyebrows and Spencer laughed and pushed Tony playfully. Tony snickered back at him before Spencer waved as he walked down the stairs and over to Morgan.
"Okay, I'll go," Spencer said.
"You know," Morgan said as the door closed behind Tony, "You don't have to spend so much time with your brother," Morgan continued. Spencer frowned at him.
"Morgan...you're such an asshole," Spencer said and walked over to Prentiss. "Want to go out?" he asked. Prentiss raised both eyebrows.
"S-sure," she said.
"But...we're guys," Morgan said.
"And?" Spencer asked innocently. "Prentiss is one of us? Isn't she?" Spencer asked.
"Y-yeah. Sure Prentiss, you should come out with us," Morgan said.
"Cool. I'll meet you guys there," she smiled. Spencer smiled at her.
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Tony frowned at the board. He was tired, VERY tired. He wasn't even angry. He should've been angry, he needed some help, but everyone made him feel so small and invisible. And vulnerable. He wasn't very comfortable with feelings. In fact, he didn't understand them. They were weird things. There was a knock at the door and Tony jumped, falling off the table he'd been leaning against and falling on the floor. The door opened as Tony got right back up, dusting himself off.
"You okay?" Hotch asked. Tony looked up at him with wide green eyes. He gave a nod. "Listen...I just went over everyones reports. Do you ever sleep? Eat?" Hotch frowned. Tony swallowed, he was scared. The last time he'd been alone with a man...well...it hadn't gone so well. And that was, today, two weeks ago. "I also noticed a drastic change two weeks ago. Did something happen?" Hotch asked. Tony gave a small nod. He was nothing but honest with the team and he would continue to be so until he died. "Come on, let's go to my office, have a talk?" Hotch asked. Tony nodded and grabbed his messenger bag, following Hotch to Hotch's office. They both sat down and Hotch handed Tony one of the coffees on his desk. "So...what happened two weeks ago?" Hotch asked.
"I was," Tony cleared his throat, "I was sexually assaulted," Tony said, swallowing hard. Hotch's eyebrows shot up.
"What?" Hotch asked.
"Outside 'The Clam'. It's, uhm, a gay bar. I'm not exactly very muscular so I had no chance of fighting back," Tony said, "I went to the hospital, got checked. I'm clean. I didn't require any stitches either, there were only minor bleeding. And I'm fully healed. I talked with the psychologist here and at the hospital and have both their numbers, I can call them any time I'd like, the police are searching for the rapist, but you know what it's like," Tony gave a small smile.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Hotch asked.
"Why didn't you ask?" Tony countered. "I've worked here as long as Spencer have. I guess I'm a bit jealous. You guys adore my brother. I don't want to cause him any harm or any pain, so I don't speak much. Even less now. It's like being at CalTech, it's fine. I should go," Tony said.
"Stay seated," Hotch said. Tony was nervous. "What are you talking about?" Hotch asked.
"Did you know," Tony picked on his messenger bag, staring intently at it, "that the team did not visit me at all in the hospital? I mean you did. You and Spencer. None of the others. When I got home from being shot, my brother took care of me and helped me shop for food. None of the other team members came by at all. When I came back, no one asked how I was doing. I developed a problem with pills. I quit, without anyone ever knowing I was addicted. I didn't show up for work for three days. No one noticed...well, Spencer did but I managed to tell him I was ill. But when Spencer even looks remotely hurt, everyone crowds him. I love that you guys do that but...I could do with some guidance once in a while. I haven't actually spoken with you for eight months. Gideon, I have spoken with even less. Prentiss thinks I'm too quiet and she sometimes bugs me. Morgan doesn't like me, JJ thinks Spencer is cute and, well, Garcia thinks I'm too mopey, I think she said, to be around."
"I...I don't know what to say. You're absolutely right!" Hotch said, frowning as he thought. "This is...a lot of information to take in, Agent Reid."
"Tony," Tony said. Hotch looked up. "My name is Tony. Just like Spencer's name is Spencer. Everyone calls him Doctor Reid. I'm Doctor Reid too," Tony gave a small smile.
"Can you give me some time to think about how to solve this problem?" Hotch asked. Tony gave a nod as he stood and walked to the door. He paused.
"The man who...assaulted me...he's done it before. He might actually be escalating," Tony said and walked out. Hotch frowned and looked as Tony went back to his project. He was studying language again, working on another PhD of course, THAT, Hotch knew. The man was working even harder than Spencer was. Because in BAU, Spencer had friends who dragged him out to a bar once in a while. Hotch suddenly had the urge to see both Spencer's and Tony's apartments, wondering if he'd see any differences between them. Tony was a bit taller than Spencer, and he had green eyes. Spencer had brown eyes. But they were both very thin, and extremely smart. Genius. Genius's. TWO of them. He'd always seen them as one. They filled eachother completely, Tony was the silent one, always feeding information when necessary. Spencer could sprout statistics, but when Tony was about to speak...someone always cut him off. It was weird...hindsight was always twenty twenty. Hotch pulled up Tony's personal file. Speaking of twenty twenty...Tony's vision was fine. MORE than fine, it was perfect. He had good hearing, and an exeptional sense of smell. Tony was every FBI teams wet dream. A genius who had a twenty twenty vision, was slim, fit, fast, agile, and shot damn near perfectly every time. So why was Tony always working base? Spencer was with them every time, but Tony often got asked to stay behind. Hotch knew why. Gideon. Gideon had taken to Spencer and was showing Hotch why Gideon's son wasn't pleased with his father. And Hotch himself had been to focussed on Gideon always beeing right, instead of actually talking to Tony. Damn. His team was falling apart and he'd been blinded by Gideon's reassurances that everything was fine. Well, this was going to change NOW. Tony had a place on this team!
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Tony fell over in bed. He was so damn TIRED. He'd cleaned his apartment, made some food and placed on Spencer's table so he could eat something when he came home, made some vegetable lasagna for himself, ate it, watched a movie and read ten books before taking a long hot bath. Tony rolled over on his back and stared at the wooden ceiling. His dark blue walls were always nice to wake up to. Well, it was the night sky. He had painted it himself. Traced the stars, made the maps, done his research to get it perfect. The almost black ceiling was also beautiful. In here, there was nothing, other than Tony's black iron bed with the dark blue satin sheets, and the darkening night sky. The bookshelves were in the hallway. Well, some of them anyway. The rest of them were in the study, the guestroom, the livingroom and the kitchen. And he still had some over at Spencer's. He loved his diningroom, not that he ever used it for anything other than doing puzzles since the room was the only room big enough for the puzzles he loved laying. The livingroom was elegant, a chandelier, deep red walls, deep red carpet, a nice mahogany table and chairs with green pillows. Soft ones. Paintings by Picasso decorated his walls, and only one was genuine. His bathroom was covered in pinkish tiles. He had a nice big bathtub with bubbles and jetstreams, and a shower in light golden brown, as well as his sink. The big mirror over it and the shelves were handcrafted and beautiful. His hallways was stark white, because there was no natural light there.
"Gaaah, I want to SLEEP!" Tony growled to himself, taking his pillow and jamming it over his head. He could go to his study? The dark green walls and nice brown wooden floor would calm him. The blue curtains hanging over the windows blocked the view for possible bad guys, and he loved the way all the books made it feel like a cave. Although all the boards with his writing on it kinda spolied that. Or he could watch tv. Lay down on his black leather sofa. Put himself under the thick blanket, or his woolclad feet on the white fluffy carpet. The black wooden table with a white vase with a toulip in was perfect. It had an unfinished book on it. He really should finish it. He could do that in five minutes. The big plasma tv on the wall...he could watch some movies. But then he'd have to go out and buy some. All his shelves were filled with movies and books, movies and books, everything categorized, and in alphabetical order. Tony knew fully well he was having some trouble with his OCD, but it wasn't bad enough to warrant help. Or, he could go cook. He loved cooking. His kitchen even had a small Island in it, the kitchen was a burning red, with black and grey tiles, a black fridge, double doored of course, a freezer, an oven, and a sink in his island, with the trash on the left side and the dishwasher on the right side. He loved the black cabinets, they were a nice contrast to the golden yellow countertops. Tony sighed, he wasn't sure why he was thinking about his apartment. Spencer's apartment was different, and his bedroom as light as possible. The kitchen had silver hardware, and dark red countertops and blue walls. And no kitchen Island. Tony sighed and rolled over in bed. He hated his inherited insomnia. Spencer had it too, but Tony was so tired right now that he didn't care. He just wanted to sleep. Angrily, he tossed his pillow at the wall and got up, padding barefoot to the livingroom. He heard someone speak under his half opened window and lowered the volume in case Spencer was coming back. He was. Tony heard the sound outside his window end and then nothing. The apartments were soundproof. Tony sighed as he curled up under the thick blanket.
"Sleeeeeeeeeeep," Tony groaned as he switched the channels. Family Guy was on. These so called mindless shows were his dirty little secrets. He loved not having to think too much, and to be served the point repeatedly with a spoon. It felt nice. He put the remote on the table and watched the tv show for a while. There was a knock at the door and then his doorbell was pressed. Tony frowned but padded over. He looked out the little spyglass and frowned deeper. Morgan? Tony opened the door slightly and looked out at Morgan.
"Can I come in?" Morgan asked.
"Why are you here?" Tony asked.
"Can I come in?" Morgan repeated.
"I don't think so," Tony frowned.
"Just wanna talk, man," Morgan said. Tony worried his lower lip. Then he sighed and closed the door, opening the locks before opening the door so Morgan could slip inside. Morgan got off his shoes and his coat, throwing it on the floor. Tony grimaced as his freshly washed floor was freckled with mud.
"Do you want a coffee?" Tony asked.
"Beer?" Morgan asked.
"I don't drink beer," Tony said.
"Right. A coffee then," Morgan said. Tony gave a small nod. He walked into the kitchen and found his thermocan still half full. He filled two cups, filled his own with sugar, and carried them into the livingroom, handing the plain one to Morgan. Then, Tony sat down in his chair, pulling his legs into the chair. "You're not being fair to your brother," Morgan said.
"Okay?" Tony asked.
"You're holding him back," Morgan continued.
"How am I holding him back?" Tony frowned.
"If you were out of the picture, like, you can get another job, right?" Morgan asked.
"I don't WANT another job," Tony frowned. "Spencer asked me not to leave," Tony looked at Morgan.
"You two live next to eachother. You two do EVERYTHING together. You need to let him live his life, man," Morgan said. Tony sighed. Morgan was drunk, repeating himself, and had got it all wrong.
"I think you should leave," Tony sighed as he got up.
"Nuh uh, we're gonna have this talk, and we're gonna have it NOW!" Morgan growled.
"Leave my apartment, Agent Morgan. Now." Tony said and put his cup down on the kitchen counter.
"No way man, Spencer needs his own life!" Morgan growled.
"He ASKED me to stay here!" Tony replied. Suddenly, he felt a hand around his jaw and then he was pressed against the wall.
"He did NOT!" Morgan growled angrily. Tony's eyes were wide, the bright green eyes clouding over with fear. Fear, because he was alone with a man that was supposed to be his friend. Fear, because the man was Morgan, his coworker. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Huh?" Morgan asked as he let go and Tony sunk to the floor. "You okay?" suddenly concerned. Tony felt his chest heaving as he bent his knees and lowered his head, wrapping long arms around his legs. "I'm sorry man, I gotta stop drinking, I always do these stupid things, you okay?" Morgan asked, putting a hand on Tony's shoulder.
"Please...just...don't touch me," Tony said and raised his head again, looking at the floor, clenching his jaw.
"What the hell's the matter with you, man?" Morgan asked.
"Probably a whole array of things," Tony said. Morgan barked a short laugh before taking a step back and letting Tony get up. "It's late, there's work tomorrow. You may borrow my guest room if you wish," Tony finished.
"Yeah, thanks man," Morgan gave a small smile. Tony didn't return it, all his mind was saying was that he was dirty. Dirty, disgusting, and a bad man. Not as bad as the UnSub's they hunted, but still, a bad guy. Tony showed the way to the guestroom, a beautiful mahogany bed, red walls, and golden yellow bedclothes.
"Here you go, the bathroom is just over there. I'm going to bed," Tony said. Morgan nodded and Tony walked into his bedroom, laying down on the bed. He felt himself slip into sleep quickly.
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Tony woke earlier than intended. The perk of having someone in the apartment, he figured. Well, he should get ready and make some breakfast then. And Spencer would come over soon too, to eat breakfast. Tony walked past the guestroom where Morgan was snoring, and into the bathroom. Stripping out of his red striped pyjamas, he showered and made sure to look presentable. Then he walked into the kitchen and prepared breakfast. Making French toast, he opened the door when a very eager Spencer rang the doorbell.
"I think Morgan's hooking up with a neighbour!" Spencer grinned.
"No, he was drunk and I let him spend the night in my guestroom," Tony said and closed the door behind Spencer, locking it. "So, I made breakfast. You might want to go wake Morgan," Tony finished as he looked at the coat and shoes now somewhat clean and hanging in the hallway. He had cleaned off as much of the mud as he could from the coat, and the two shoes, then cleaned the floor where the muddy water had pooled.
"You okay?" Spencer asked.
"I will be, eventually," Tony said and Spencer nodded, walking to the bedroom as Tony put the food on the table. Spencer emerged with Morgan a few moments later. An embarassed Morgan, it seemed. It was fine. It was okay. Morgan headed into the bathroom and Spencer came to the table and sat down.
"He must've been very drunk, but he seems okay to work," Spencer said. Tony gave a small smile. "You okay?"
"As I said earlier, not yet, but I will be. I talked to Hotch yesterday," Tony said.
"That's good!" Spencer smiled. Tony gave a small nod. "This...is good food. Good thing you can cook," Spencer smiled.
"Of course," Tony said and chuckled a bit at the fact that Spencer couldn't cook for the life of him. "One day you're going to learn the fine art of cooking a good meal. I'm going to teach you, and you won't be able to do anything but make a good meal," Tony continued as he bit down on the french toast on his fork.
"So worth it," Spencer said as he took another bite. Morgan emerged with different clothes. Figures, Tony thought, the man always had his ready bag. Morgan padded over the floor, sitting down by the dining table.
"You have a nice place," Morgan said as he dug into the food.
"Thank you," Tony said. He felt awkward, sitting here with his brother AND Morgan. Maybe Morgan was right. Maybe he was holding Spencer back. Tony was suddenly angry with himself. Angry that he was such an emotional wreck, angry that he depended on his brother being there, angry with his, apparantly, non existant ability to make his own friends.
"This is good. This is GODLY good!" Morgan said as he continued to eat.
"There's more in the kitchen," Tony gave a small smile.
"Tony's food is the best in the States," Spencer smiled. Tony smiled a bit at that. "Ugh, speaking of which, did you read up on the class task in philosophy?" Spencer asked.
"I did," Tony said.
"What'd you think?" Spencer asked.
"Boring," Tony said and Spencer laughed, actually LAUGHED. Morgan was confused.
"Boring?" Morgan asked.
"Our teacher asked us something a thirdgrader could answer," Spencer said. "If a rooster sits on a perfect knife edged roof, and laid an egg...which way would it fall?" Spencer said.
"Well you-"
"Roosters doesn't lay eggs," Tony said quickly before Morgan could embarass himself.
"Right, damn, I didn't even think about that," Morgan said.
"Like Tony said, boring," Spencer said, "He's testing everyone out, to see how smart they are. He'll change, though, when he sees that Tony and I are in his class. It's always like this with a new year," Spencer smiled.
"You guys seem to spend a lot of time together?" Morgan asked.
"Yeah, Tony's the only one who understands what it's like to have so many thoughts your head feels like it's about to explode," Spencer smiled gratefully at his brother, "I'd hate to think what it'd be like if I was completely alone," Spencer finished and Tony gave him another small smile. Morgan frowned. Maybe he'd been wrong? Was it Tony who brought Spencer out of his shell? Was it Spencer who held TONY back? Or maybe they didn't hold eachother back at all, maybe they needed eachother.
"We need to go soon if we're going to be on time," Tony said.
"We'll be thirty minutes early," Spencer said.
"And? I'm usually there by now. Hotch is going to call me in...about five minutes," Tony said. "He's going to be worried I'm not there yet," Tony continued.
"Hotch doesn't worry about that, heck, he never notices when people arrive," Morgan said as he and Spencer cleared off the table. As they did the dishes however, Tony's phone rang.
"Doctor Reid...yes? No I'm fine, Hotch, thank you. Spencer and Morgan are just clearing off the table and we'll be right there. Yes, I'm fine, all right, goodbye," Tony said and hung up. Morgan expected to see him act smug, was ready to call him on it, but Tony just looked...normal. "Ready?" Tony asked. Morgan nodded and walked over to find his coat and shoes. "I took the liberty of just...cleaning off as much mud as I could. I promise you that I didn't go through your pockets."
"Thanks man," Morgan said and put the items on. Tony got dressed too, as well as Spencer, and they headed out the door, Tony locking it behind them. Morgan took his car, and Tony got in the car with Spencer. They drove to the office, and Tony looked up at the building with a sigh.
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AN: That's great, isn't it? Right. I'll go sulk in a corner now. :(