Fic: Copycats, Chapter 5 (Criminal Minds, Reid / Morgan, Hotch / Chad, Sean / Cain)
Title: Copycats, Chapter 5
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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Friday 14:39
“Reidie…..” Morgan fell face down on the bed. “You have any idea how much I love my own bed….?”
“I can imagine.” Reid grabbed Morgan’s shoes and pulled them off. “Just be grateful we got the rest of the day off or we would be at the office writing our reports.”
“Why should I be grateful when we didn’t have time to sleep in Houston….?”
“You had time to sleep, don’t exaggerate.”
“I don’t! When we had time to sleep, you kept bouncing on me. And using other dirty tricks.”
“I wanted to get your attention so I could tell you about the connection between the victims. And you slept the whole time we were waiting for them to fix the jet.”
“Shut up and come here, I want my squeaky toy.”
“I don’t squeak.”
“You do when I squeeze you.” Morgan grabbed the genius’s hand and pulled him to lay on top of him. “Where do you want me to squeeze you?”
“I thought you were tired.”
“Never too tired for some good squeezing.”
Morgan pulled him close for a kiss and a grope. Reid pulled back and gave him a weird look.
“That was definitely not a squeak.”
“You heard that too?”
“Yeah, it sounded like-” Reid paused when they heard he sound again. “-like the doorbell.”
“You’ll get it, you’re younger. And if it’s for me, tell them to come back sometime next year.” Morgan pressed a pillow on his face.
“Sure, my darling senile senior citizen.” Reid got up from the bed.
“I’m not that old!”
“You brought it up.”
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“I hate road trips.” Sean complained as he started to unpack his bags. “I’m tense everywhere.”
“It was a three hour drive.”
“Exactly, two and a half hours too long.”
“I should have left you in the woods.”
“What?”
“I should have left you in the woods.”
“That’s what I thought you said.” Sean dumped his clothes directly from his bag to the floor. “I’ll just put them all to the laundry.”
“You used maybe one third of that stuff.”
“They’re all grimy and wrinkly.”
“Because you shoved all the dirty clothes to the same bag with the clean ones.” Cain commented. “You didn’t even fold them when you packed.”
“What are you, GI Joe meets Martha Steward?”
“Really funny. And I was just about to offer you some relief for you aching spots…..”
“What kinda relief?”
“You can forget that now. I’ll get the rest of the stuff from the car.”
“Hey! What about my achy spots?”
Cain gave him teasing grin and walked out.
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“Hey, babe.”
“Hey.” Hotch grinned and put down his coffee mug. “I was just going to call you. Did you have your doctors appointment today?”
“Yeah, and everything’s fine. There’s just a tiny scar left, and it’s not like I didn’t have any of those before.”
“Great. When are you going back to work?”
“Next week, that’s why I’m calling. I’m gonna take the night-flight back, I’ll be there tomorrow morning.”
“What time? I’ll pick you up.”
“Eight twenty-five. Are you sure you got time? I thought you had Jack for the weekend.”
“I`m not picking him up till ten.” Hotch had to yawn. “Sorry, we just got back from Houston.”
“Bad case?”
“Well, it wasn’t particularly long case, but it was….”
“Bad?”
“Yes. Anyway, how’s your mother?”
“Fighting with her physical therapist every time we take her to see him. I think she actually likes to nag at him.”
“I can believe that. Is your father taking care of her?”
“He got her a nurse. When I leave she’ll come here once a day.”
“Nurse? I thought you said he’s retired.”
“Semi-retired. He’s a good guy, but that marriage is more of a habit than anything else. Wife has a stroke and the husband continues his fishing trip, draw your own conclusions.”
“Well….”
“Forget I said anything about that. Being here kinda reminds me why I didn’t wanna stay anywhere near them. I love them both, but…. It’s kinda depressing to see them performing their roles year after year.” He took a deep breath. “By the way I found some of those goose and goat books that Jack collects.”
“Walmar the Goose and Gilbert the Goat.”
“Yeah, those two. He didn’t have eleven and twenty-three, right?”
“How did you remember that?”
“I got a good memory. Besides, kids always want souvenirs when you come back from a trip.”
“That’s true.” Hotch smirked. “Keep going like that and you’ll replace me pretty soon.”
“Hardly. Are you gonna go to bed?”
“Yeah, why?”
“I can hear it. You got that tone going on.”
“Tone?”
“When you get tired you do that whole rigid, sharp consonant thing. Go to bed, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
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Reid pulled the door open. On the other side was a woman, who was currently busy watching the neighbours arguing on the other side of the road. Reid took a quick look at her. Mid-thirties, Caucasian, blond, dressed in a professional non-descript manner. He had seen her somewhere before, but first he couldn’t remember where. Then it all came back.
“Can I help you?”
The woman gave him a curious glance. “I’m looking for Derek Morgan. He used to live here couple years ago.”
“He still lives here. Would you like to come in?”
“Thanks you.” She stepped in. “Are you his housemate?”
“No, partner.”
“As in…. life partner, not a work partner?”
“Both, actually. Doctor Spencer Reid.”
“Julianne Changeaux. Is he here?”
“Yeah, but I think he’s asleep. We just got back from a job and-”
“Of course, I…. Would you tell him to call me?” She pulled a card from her purse. “I need to talk about some…. things. I need to tell him something.”
“Is it urgent?”
“I should have told him a long time ago. Just tell him to call me.”
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Sean glanced into the hallway, but Cain was nowhere to be found. He shrugged and snapped the ringing cell phone open.
“Cain’s phone, the automatic sexmachine speaking.”
“Who’s this?”
“Who’s there?”
“I was trying to reach Cain, is he there?”
“Not right now, but I can take a message.”
“Just tell him that Jake called, and they repeated their offer, same terms, and they’re throwing a nice bonus on top a the cake if he agrees to more than three, but five is the ideal, but if not they can settle for less. Got that?”
“Three on top of the cake and-”
“Great. Thanks.” The man hung up.
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“Morgan.” Reid knocked on the doorframe. “Are you awake?”
“I’m awake now…. If that pizza guy got the wrong address again and rang our doorbell I’ll get him fired-”
“Morgan. It wasn’t the pizza guy.”
“It was someone you know.”
“Who?”
“Remember when the whole team went for few drinks after a case about three years ago?”
“Are you serious? Of course I don’t.”
“You left with a blue-eyed blond.”
“Still nothing…..”
“You later told us she had “Made in Britain” tattooed on her rear end.”
“Okay, I remember now. What about it?”
“She was just here, looking for you. She left her card and told you to call her.”
“Why?”
“You’re asking me? She just said she had to tell you something and she should have done the long ago.”
“So why would she….”
“I don’t know, but it was three years ago. Three years, two months and seventeen days ago. It has to be something big if she’s trying to find you after all this time.” Reid sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked absolutely panicked. “You know what’s the first thought that comes to mind?”
“Baby, I had ladies but I was always careful. I never forgot condoms.”
“Good, that’s good.”
“Whatever it is, it has to-” Morgan’s face fell. “Oh crap….”
“What?”
“Made in Britain.”
“What about it?”
“She had some condoms in her purse, she kept making jokes about transatlantic joint ventures. There was a Union Jack on the package.”
“So what?”
“It was pretty hot and heavy and we-” Morgan stopped when he noticed the greenish tint on Reid’s face. “We didn’t even notice that it broke.”
“Morgan…..”
“She would have contacted me sooner if she had…. you know.”
“Been in the family way?” Reid’s tone was a mixture of disbelief and panic. “You better call her and find out what this is about.”
“Pretty Boy, she would have told me.”
Reid didn’t say anything. He handed the card over to Morgan.
Chapter 6