His eyes opened almost reluctantly as his body decided he'd slept for long enough. It was about eight hours, give or take, but the best thing was that he wasn't waking up alone. With the blankets tugged over them, he had Spencer in his arms, and apparently he was sleeping peacefully. It was everything he'd wanted for so long. Everything he'd ( Read more... )

Red Lobster. He guessed he'd be told on the way if he'd chosen wrong. But even as he thought about it, he knew that he wasn't being fair. He was so used to arguing, having this kind of disagreement with Haley, and he'd gotten so tired of being her pet bad guy for these things. He exhaled and raked a hand through his hair. "Let me go change. I ( Read more... )

He was really starting to like this couch. He'd bought it quick. He'd just needed a couch, and it'd been the one that went with the rest of the decor. He didn't even think about it all that much. But now, things were a little different. Now, this was the couch he'd made out with Spencer on. The one where he'd figured out it was perfectly fine ( Read more... )

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He didn't even have to fully wake up to answer his cell phone. The room was dark, light barely filtering in through the window, and his eyes were foggily adjusting as he spoke. "Hotchner ( Read more... )

There was a certain amount of work that went home with all of them. To some, it was only memories, but to Hotch, it was files and paperwork, reports and evaluations. Each one a 0.0038-of-an-inch thick reason for Haley to decide not to speak to him again. It had begun when he'd joined the FBI - though even as he considered that, he knew it was a ( Read more... )