Shortfic || “Kiss Me.” || Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner
Prompt: “Reid is refusing to do this undercover. Can you please talk to him?”
“Hotch.”
Aaron turned his head, raising an eyebrow at Morgan who had called out to him from behind the curtain. He dismissed the LEO he’d been talking to and met his colleague behind the curtain, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s Reid. Hotch, he’s refusing to go undercover.”
Morgan gestured toward the dressing room they’d set up in the makeshift strip club and Hotch tapped on the board beside the other curtain. JJ’s head popped out and she heaved a sigh of relief.
“Please talk to him. Nothing I’m saying is getting through.”
She exited and Aaron entered the small dressing room, sitting on one of the milk crates. Spencer was curled up on the cheap couch they’d rented for the set up. An elaborate plan to catch an elaborate man; the unsub would visit strip clubs like the one they had designed and slip something into a customer’s drink, then slit their throat and leave them in the booth. It was sneaky, but the part that concerned them was the fact that the ‘something’ wasn’t a drug that was able to be hidden- it was a drug that was easily detectable even in a drink. A mix of Vicodin, Viagra and Diazepam was deadly.
And Reid fit the victimology; curly brown hair and brown eyes, socially awkward, will speak before thinking. He was male, too- a crucial part of the victimology.
“Reid. What’s going on?”
“I have to let the unsub kiss me… right?”
“Yes. Is that what you’re worried about?”
“No. Well, kind of. It’s just… it’s been a while. Since y’know. I’ve been kissed. Diana.”
Aaron stopped, suddenly realising what Spencer was hinting at.
“You haven’t been with anyone since then?”
“Since before then. God, this is so embarrassing, why am I telling you of all people.”
“Kiss me.”
That stopped Spencer’s ranting, and he blinked.
“I’m sorry, I think I misheard that. Did you just say kiss me?”
“If it’s going to help you settle down and do this, then yes. Kiss me.”
“You realise I could file a misconduct complaint? As well as a sexual harassment?” Spencer murmured. A quick glance at him told Aaron he’d be fine.
“I don’t think you will, Reid,” he murmured. Spencer blinked again, and his legs unfurled.
“Tell me if it’s bad,” he whispered. Aaron nodded.
Their lips met.
Spencer Reid’s lips were chapped, but soft. Dry, but careful.
Aaron Hotchner’s lips were gentle; timid, and tentative, undertones of shyness. Who would have thought the unit chief had a shy bone in his body?
There was a hesitant lick against Spencer’s lips; he gave permission to the tongue and let the hands on his waist pull him against a hard body. Aaron Hotchner’s hard body.
Wait.
This was wrong.
“H-Hotch-“
A couple more kisses. A hand holding his ass to support him. Pulling away, Spencer tucked a curl behind his ear. His entire body was on fire, and he placed a hand on Aaron’s chest.
“Was it bad?” He whispered. There was a rumble against his hand, and when he looked at his colleague Hotch was chuckling.
“I was worried you were uncomfortable.”
“We shouldn’t have kissed. I’m sorry, I’ll get off your lap.”
Reid stood, adjusting his shirt and the skinny jeans JJ and Prentiss had convinced him to wear as part of his costume for undercover. Hotch readjusted his tie, subtly also fixing his slacks. A wee bit tight there, Hotch?
“Reid. Wait a moment.”
Spencer turned from the mirror with an eyebrow raised. Hotch stood in front of him, and if Spencer didn’t know any better, he would have said he was blushing too.
“Are we okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Uh… thanks. For- y’know. The kiss.”
“Yeah.”
Hotch made for the exit, the curtain flying closed behind him. Reid took a breath, taking a moment to fix his hair. A head poked in and he relaxed to see it was Prentiss, who waved.
“Are you ready? We’re just about to open.”
“Sure. Let’s go.”
“Okay Reid, I think I see him. He’s at the bar; wander over and see if you can get his interest. Remember; no magic tricks and no science puns, okay?”
Spencer rolled his eyes at Morgan’s direction, but his eyes carried over to the bar JJ was tending. She sent a discreet nod at him and Spencer got up, wandering over to the bar. He took a seat beside the unsub and ordered a tequila sunrise; something all the victims had in common.
“Tequila sunrise, huh?” The unsub murmured. Reid nodded, thanking JJ when she arrived with the orange juice and red grenadine syrup.
“Yeah. I like to watch the syrup fade into the juice, it- it’s beautiful.”
“That’s insightful, for a drink. I’m Jared.”
“Rowan. Do you come here often?”
Spencer shook Jared’s hand, then man shaking his head.
“This place is new; I like the places on the next street. They have these awesome food platters, y’know? They’re cheap and they always have the best stuff.”
“That sounds incredible. I was walking home after a bad date and decided if I wasn’t going home with him… I might as well go home with someone else.”
“I get that. Hey, want to find a booth?”
“Sure.”
Getting up, Spencer took Jared’s hands and led him toward the only booth they had mic’d through to Garcia.
“Another one?”
“Sure.”
“Be right back.”
Leaning down, Jared pressed his lips against Spencer’s cheek. He whispered in his ear something I’m not inclined to repeat and headed for the bar. Spencer reached under the table, tapping twice on the microphone.
“JJ, he’s coming your way,” he whispered. Through his earpiece he heard JJ hum. Prentiss strode past as a waitress in her heels and dress, slipping a strip on to the table. Spencer hid it on his lap as Jared came back, placing the tequila sunrise on the table.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks.”
Covering himself with a cough, Reid dropped the especially designed drug test strip into the drink and waited for a moment. When it turned purple he pressed the button on the inside of his wrist attached to his watch so he could make an exit. He felt a hand on his shoulder, slipping down his back.
“We should get out of here. Find some place quiet,” Jared whispered. Reid tensed, looking up to find various members of his team. Of course, it was now Hotch was the only one on. He met Reid’s gaze and did the usual slightly-raised-eyebrow. When Reid blinked twice, he began to stride over.
There was a cold blade on his neck. He froze, feeling Jared pressing himself against his behind.
“Send that jackass away and no one gets hurt.”
“No one? Does that include me, Jared O’Brian? I know you spiked my drink.”
“They don’t stay still otherwise.”
“There are other ways to restrain someone.”
Hotch was approaching, but when Spencer waved at him subtly he stopped and headed for JJ who had reappeared at the bar. Prentiss joined them and Reid took a deep breath.
“We know what you did, Jared, and why you did it. It’s sad that you had to go to this degree to get closure.”
“They never understand.”
“Of course they don’t. I do. My last lover was shot dead in front of me. I had to watch.”
“They never understand.”
Reid reached behind himself, digging his hands into Jared’s back pockets.
“Hey. I do. And I want to help you, but this? This is not the way. My name is Dr Spencer Reid of the BAU in the FBI. I profile people like you for a living. I don’t want you to get hurt. My friend, the guy who was coming toward us? He’s armed. The bartender, and that black haired waitress? Both armed. All you have to do is threaten me in some way and you won’t be walking out of here alive. Do you understand?”
“How can you protect me? I have a knife to your neck!”
“I’ve been in worse situations. If I make a single hand gesture they’ll be here before you can even think about slitting me open.”
The knife pressed harder. In the dark corner, none of the other patrons really took notice. Hotch, JJ and Prentiss were all watching with hyper vigilance. If Reid looked closely, he could see that Hotch’s hand was on his gun. Jared growled in his ear.
“You’re not panicking.”
“Nor am I sexually attracted to you, so if you could get your hand off my crotch that would be great.”
The hand that had been kneading him through the front of his jeans slipped into his back jeans pocket, a kiss pressed to his neck.
“I want a car. I’ll leave.”
“You know I can’t do that. Your mission isn’t finished, and you’ll keep killing until it is.”
“Let me out.”
“No.”
The knife pressed deeper into his neck, and Reid hissed when he felt the tiniest drop of blood trail down his throat. He pulled his hands from Jared’s jeans, placing them on his own thighs. A single finger tap, and there were multiple guns trained on Jared. He gripped Spencer’s arm as panic rose in the room, the rest of the club filing out the doors. Rossi and Morgan appeared, also in their Kevlars and carrying guns. Before Jared could react, Reid had elbowed him in the ribs on the opposite side to the hand holding the knife. It clattered to the floor and he restrained Jared without hesitation. Once Morgan and Rossi got there Reid backed off, stumbling from adrenaline rush. His ass landed on a different seat nearby, and then someone was in front of him.
“Reid? Hey, look at me. We need to get you cleaned up.”
Hands on his shoulders, trying to get him to focus. One hand touched his cheek. He knew those hands; he knew those fingers.
“H-Hotch?”
“Let’s go.”
Standing, Aaron pulled Spencer into his side. He was surprised when the younger agent buried in against his Kevlar, relying on him for strength to get to the medics outside.
“You look a little better. Got more colour in your face.”
Looking up, Spencer sent a half smile to his boss. Morgan pushed in front of Hotch, crouching in front of Reid.
“Hey. Listen to me, Pretty Boy. That was dangerous. You gotta stop doing that, okay?”
“Doing what?” Spencer deadpanned. That earned him a smack up the back of his head, but shortly after he had his head in Derek’s shoulder.
“Please, kid. I’ve never seen Hotch look ready to lay an egg.”
That made Spencer snort, releasing Morgan. The older agent ruffled his curls and turned to some LEOs, ready to direct them. Since it was just Spencer and Aaron, the older agent sat on the floor of the ambulance with Spencer. They sat together in silence for a moment, before Spencer cleared his throat.
“Look, Hotch, what we did… it was unprofessional, and I wanted to apologise if it seemed like I was goading you into it.”
“Woah; hold up Reid. Last time I checked, I kissed you first. And I liked it; does that make me a bad person?”
“No. Is Jack home tonight?”
“No.”
They shared a look, and if Spencer had to convince himself to deflate from just that little moment, no one had to know.
Tagged by: @its-me-theicequeen (a note for you; I remember Diving and I loved it so much! If you ever did remake it maybe with criminal minds or supernatural I would love to be tagged!)
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Fic you spent the longest time on:
Like His Pencil - my first criminal minds sickfic where I intergrated a new favourite ship of mine (Hotchniss) basically I stewed on it for ages, stared at a blank document for yonks, and then inspiration hit me at a normal people time for once. The title comes from Emily Prentiss reassuring Aaron she’d rather help him so she can continue to sleep with him over choosing another team member because- well, I’m not gonna spoil the surprise :)
Fic you spent the shortest time on:
My first Supernatural sickfic You Promised. It takes place during season 2 episode 11, when Sam has a little too much grog, is very hung over, and regrets it the next morning.
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My multi chapter Bondi Rescue fic For Me. Probably a little weird that one, but I love it and appreciate it and wish I had the motivation to continue it someday.
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My Sam Winchester bingo card fic called Fluff, appropriately too as it really was a fluff piece. It’s about an OC, Red, and her relationship with Sam Winchester and yeah. Fluff. Floof like my dog actually.
Most Hits:
My first ever Chicago PD fic called It’s Jay where Jay is hurt on duty, gets brought into Chicago Med where his brother Will can flip shit over him, and it promptly gets messy.
Most Kudos:
Again, it goes to It’s Jay but second place goes to one of my other Chicago fics; Jay and Will (and Connor). A crackup, really, considering I really am not proud of that fic.
Most Comment Threads:
Surprisingly, this goes to For Me. I’m not going to lie; it spooked me a little- I was expecting a Supernatural or even my Hotchniss fic if I’m honest! Nonetheless I’m super grateful for every single comment and I hope I do something memorable enough to be worth commenting on :)
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That is a tough one. Personally it’s a tie between You’re Fucking Queer, Finn , or maybe Like His Pencil ? Both gave me giggles but both also had moments that made me want to hit my head against a wall. Multiple times.
Fic You Want To Rewrite:
For Me, easily. I feel like it started off well, the first chapter or so was good, but then I got totally distracted and now I have to try and put it back together. Why not just rewrite it?
Part of a WIP:
(an excerpt from my April Fools fic for Criminal Minds)
Even Hotch managed a smile, patting Dave on the back.
“It happens, Dave, don’t feel embarrassed about a little gas-“
“- it wasn’t me!” Rossi insisted. This set off another wave of snorts, giggles and coughs to hide chuckles. JJ reached across the table for a tissue to pat at her eye makeup before she dissolved into laughter again.
“Hotch, seriously. It wasn’t me.”
“Well, it wasn’t me.”
“Hotch barely blinks, let alone farts,” Garcia blurted.
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1. When I finally get to uni late next year, I either want to study criminal justice or nursing. Polar opposites but two jobs I feel I'd be passionate about!
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