a Spencer Reid-centric Criminal Minds fanfic
Or: Five times Reid (accidentally) started dating his co-workers' relatives and they found out + One time someone finally explained to Tara Lewis what the fuck was going on.
Surely, Stephen would welcome a surprise visit from his dad, a chance to reconnect – they could get lunch together and talk about everything and anything.
(Everything besides Melli and the impending divorce, or Gideon’s disappointment in Stephen’s choice of career, or Stephen’s disappointment in Gideon’s parenting)
It had been easy enough for the seasoned profiler to find Stephen’s dorm room, a sly smile at the aging secretary in the CalTech administration office and a bit of charm in the face of the young RA enough to open most doors.
Every door except the one he was faced with now.
The entrance to Stephen’s dorm room was covered in stickers, Superman and Batman staring back at him as Gideon tried to gather enough courage to raise his fist and knock. Maybe he should have called ahead? It was easier staring down an Unsub and arguing in favour of a deranged serial killer, than it was to raise his hand and step towards an uncertain future. A future containing his son. It might sound dramatic, but Gideon could feel the world narrow down. There was only the musty smell of old carpeting, the cheery sounds of dorm life a few hallways away, and the peeling smile of Superman as he promised to safe Metropolis once more.
He took a deep breath, centring himself, his knuckles brushing against the worn-down wood just in time to recognize the muffled sounds coming from his son’s room, the noise previously only one voice in the great canopy of student living.
Someone – probably his son – was moaning in pleasure.
Gideon took great pride in his ability to remain calm even as the world burned down around him, but just this once he wished he could turn back time. His hope that maybe Stephen hadn’t heard his tentative knock was crushed in a heartbeat, the startled cursing coming from the other side of the door rather damning.
As was the second voice joining the familiar cadence of his son.
There was another man in the room with Stephen.
His son was not only fooling around at 11am on a Thursday, he was having a homosexual encounter to boot.
This was probably not how Stephen had hoped his coming out would go. This was not how Gideon had hoped he’d find out.
Gideon took a polite step back from the door, only moments before it was pulled open by a strange young man. As a by-product of his profession, Gideon was a master at assessing a situation – and a stranger – in the fraction of a second, and this was no different. Their eyes met for little more than a moment before the man was gone, hurrying down the hallway with looping uneven steps as if to hide a rather obvious erection – and the embarrassed blush creeping up his neck.
Thin, young, barely eighteen if even that, unkempt long-ish hair, and deep bruises underneath his brown eyes. Nervous disposition, not very athletic, and yet… Gideon was pretty sure he’d seen a stroke a genius in the fleeing stranger.
But this mystery wasn’t the reason he was here – there were more important things contained in this particular dorm room; his son for example.
Turning around to see Stephen fix his belt, Gideon tried to smooth over any discontent before it could grow big and ugly, “I see you’ve taken to college life quite well. Can’t say I blame you”.
“What are you doing here?”
“I’m in town for a lecture and I thought I’d surprise my son by buying him a proper lunch. How long has it been since you’ve eaten more than instant ramen and fried eggs?”
Stephen rolled his eyes, but there was a small smile on his lips – invisible to anyone without a trained eye. His son hadn’t changed at all since the last time they saw each other, and yet he seemed like a completely different person. His hair was longer, his jaw sharper, and his room smelled like teenage boy and sex.
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