Fic: The Moment In-Between
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daylynTitle: The Moment In-Between
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG (FRT)
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Word Count: ~ 550
Warnings: Fluff?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their copyright holders. No profit is intended.
Summary: In the Criminal Minds novel, Killer Profile by Max Allan Collins, there’s a scene where Prentiss sends Reid to wake up a sleeping Hotch and Hotch enters the conference room a moment later looking rather mussed. This is what happened during that missing moment in-between.
Author’s Note: This is for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bowie28, who so wonderfully provided info about the little Hotch/Reid moments in the Criminal Minds novels, and for travelinthedark who surmised that there was a bit of Hotch/Reid loving when Reid was sent to wake Hotch up.
All italics are direct quotes from Killer Profile by Max Allan Collins.
The Moment In-Between
By Daylyn
Turning to the room [Prentiss] asked, “Anybody know where Hotch went?”
With a vague gesture, Reid said, “He’s in one of the back offices, trying to catch an hour’s sleep.”
“Wake him,” Prentiss said.
Shaking his head, Reid said, “He doesn’t want to be disturbed. He said—”
“Whatever he said, he’s going to want to hear this. Wake him.”
Her tone carried enough weight to propel Reid out of his chair and out of the conference room. [Killer Profile by Max Allan Collins, pp. 171-172]
*****
Reid moved quickly from the conference room, but with great reluctance. Hotch had looked exhausted when he told Reid he was planning to take a nap. Hotch had to have actually been exhausted for him to even consider taking a nap at the police station during the middle of a case. He had even said that he needed to get some sleep before he collapsed.
Reid opened the door to the back office quietly, the light from the hall illuminating the dark room. Hotch appeared sound asleep, his careworn face looking almost peaceful. He had his jacket off and was using it as a blanket. Reid left the door open a crack to provide some light and then approached the sleeping man.
“Hotch,” he said softly.
Hotch didn’t stir.
“Hotch,” a little louder.
Still no response.
Reid looked down at Hotch’s sleeping form, his breath catching slightly. ‘My lover,’ he thought suddenly to himself, a secret thrill running through his veins. He was still amazed at the turn their relationship had taken, especially watching Hotch sleep. ‘I’m actually allowed to see him asleep,’ Reid thought. And then the reality of where they were struck him. ‘But not right now.’
Reid kneeled on the floor next to Hotch and gently shook his arm. “Aaron,” he said quietly.
Hotch blinked and looked at him bleary-eyed. “Spencer? What’s up?” he asked sleepily.
“Come on, you have to get up. Prentiss thinks there may be a lead on the case.”
Hotch blinked again and then, seemingly without thought, reached out up to cup the back of Reid’s head, drawing him down for a kiss. Reid went willingly. Hotch gave a small hum and touched his tongue to Reid’s lips, which opened automatically, allowing Hotch’s entrance. They kissed, lazily and slowly, for a few moments. Reid reached out and stroked Hotch’s head, running his fingers through the short hair. Hotch moaned a little louder and pulled Reid closer. Reid couldn’t help himself; he pulled back slightly and loosened Hotch’s tie, gently kissing his neck. “So sexy,” he murmured as he kissed his way up Hotch’s jaw and then claimed his mouth again.
A noise in the outside corridor reminded them that they were not alone. They parted abruptly as they remembered that they were in a back office of a police station and that there was an unsub to catch.
Hotch struggled to sit up. Reid was still kneeling before him.
“You’ve been drinking coffee,” Hotch said.
Reid cocked his head and gave him a bemused look. “Yes. How do you know?”
“Because I can still taste the sugary sweetness in your kiss.” Hotch leaned forward and quickly kissed Reid one more time. “Prentiss thinks there’s a lead, you say?”
Reid licked his lips and nodded. They both stood. Hotch ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it in place.
“It looks a bit of a mess,” Reid said with a slight smile. “That might be my fault.”
“Thanks,” Hotch said dryly. He reached out and tousled Reid’s hair.
“Hey,” Reid exclaimed.
“Oh, like anyone would notice,” Hotch said with a smirk. His smile faded. “Ready to go back to work.”
Reid nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go catch a killer.”
Hotch led the way out of the office.
*****
Their bleary-eyed team leader came in quickly, jacket off, neck tie loosened, short hair managing to look mussed, and said to Prentiss, “Please tell me this is a major break.” [Killer Profile by Max Allan Collins, p. 172]
Author: Daylyn
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG (FRT)
Pairing: Hotch/Reid
Word Count: ~ 550
Warnings: Fluff?
Disclaimer: All characters belong to their copyright holders. No profit is intended.
Summary: In the Criminal Minds novel, Killer Profile by Max Allan Collins, there’s a scene where Prentiss sends Reid to wake up a sleeping Hotch and Hotch enters the conference room a moment later looking rather mussed. This is what happened during that missing moment in-between.
Author’s Note: This is for
bowie28, who so wonderfully provided info about the little Hotch/Reid moments in the Criminal Minds novels, and for travelinthedark who surmised that there was a bit of Hotch/Reid loving when Reid was sent to wake Hotch up.All italics are direct quotes from Killer Profile by Max Allan Collins.
The Moment In-Between
By Daylyn
Turning to the room [Prentiss] asked, “Anybody know where Hotch went?”
With a vague gesture, Reid said, “He’s in one of the back offices, trying to catch an hour’s sleep.”
“Wake him,” Prentiss said.
Shaking his head, Reid said, “He doesn’t want to be disturbed. He said—”
“Whatever he said, he’s going to want to hear this. Wake him.”
Her tone carried enough weight to propel Reid out of his chair and out of the conference room. [Killer Profile by Max Allan Collins, pp. 171-172]
*****
Reid moved quickly from the conference room, but with great reluctance. Hotch had looked exhausted when he told Reid he was planning to take a nap. Hotch had to have actually been exhausted for him to even consider taking a nap at the police station during the middle of a case. He had even said that he needed to get some sleep before he collapsed.
Reid opened the door to the back office quietly, the light from the hall illuminating the dark room. Hotch appeared sound asleep, his careworn face looking almost peaceful. He had his jacket off and was using it as a blanket. Reid left the door open a crack to provide some light and then approached the sleeping man.
“Hotch,” he said softly.
Hotch didn’t stir.
“Hotch,” a little louder.
Still no response.
Reid looked down at Hotch’s sleeping form, his breath catching slightly. ‘My lover,’ he thought suddenly to himself, a secret thrill running through his veins. He was still amazed at the turn their relationship had taken, especially watching Hotch sleep. ‘I’m actually allowed to see him asleep,’ Reid thought. And then the reality of where they were struck him. ‘But not right now.’
Reid kneeled on the floor next to Hotch and gently shook his arm. “Aaron,” he said quietly.
Hotch blinked and looked at him bleary-eyed. “Spencer? What’s up?” he asked sleepily.
“Come on, you have to get up. Prentiss thinks there may be a lead on the case.”
Hotch blinked again and then, seemingly without thought, reached out up to cup the back of Reid’s head, drawing him down for a kiss. Reid went willingly. Hotch gave a small hum and touched his tongue to Reid’s lips, which opened automatically, allowing Hotch’s entrance. They kissed, lazily and slowly, for a few moments. Reid reached out and stroked Hotch’s head, running his fingers through the short hair. Hotch moaned a little louder and pulled Reid closer. Reid couldn’t help himself; he pulled back slightly and loosened Hotch’s tie, gently kissing his neck. “So sexy,” he murmured as he kissed his way up Hotch’s jaw and then claimed his mouth again.
A noise in the outside corridor reminded them that they were not alone. They parted abruptly as they remembered that they were in a back office of a police station and that there was an unsub to catch.
Hotch struggled to sit up. Reid was still kneeling before him.
“You’ve been drinking coffee,” Hotch said.
Reid cocked his head and gave him a bemused look. “Yes. How do you know?”
“Because I can still taste the sugary sweetness in your kiss.” Hotch leaned forward and quickly kissed Reid one more time. “Prentiss thinks there’s a lead, you say?”
Reid licked his lips and nodded. They both stood. Hotch ran his fingers through his hair, trying to smooth it in place.
“It looks a bit of a mess,” Reid said with a slight smile. “That might be my fault.”
“Thanks,” Hotch said dryly. He reached out and tousled Reid’s hair.
“Hey,” Reid exclaimed.
“Oh, like anyone would notice,” Hotch said with a smirk. His smile faded. “Ready to go back to work.”
Reid nodded. “Yeah. Let’s go catch a killer.”
Hotch led the way out of the office.
*****
Their bleary-eyed team leader came in quickly, jacket off, neck tie loosened, short hair managing to look mussed, and said to Prentiss, “Please tell me this is a major break.” [Killer Profile by Max Allan Collins, p. 172]
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Date: 2010-04-18 03:31 pm (UTC)I vote for you to write CM novels: awesome case, great teamwork, lots of H/R. Pretty please?
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Date: 2010-04-18 04:16 pm (UTC)And thank you! Well, I don't know if I'll write a CM novel, but the next thing I'm working on is the Epic Crossover (as I've named it) that arose from the discussion that led to this little ficlet. It's a Crim Minds/Sherlock Holmes crossover, with Hotch/Reid, Holmes/Watson (pre-slash for them), mad scientists, explosions across time, intrigue at the U.S. Embassy in London (the weakest part so far), and a hunt for Jack the Ripper.
Yes, crack-addict plot bunnies have eaten my brain.
I'm a slow writer with an annoyingly demanding job (don't they know I need to write fanfic!), but it will eventually be coming.
Oh, and I have an idea for a case fic based on my Five Dinners universe. It appears that Hotch and Reid have consumed my brain, which really isn't such an unpleasant thing.
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Date: 2010-04-18 08:31 pm (UTC)If you need a hand with the research or pushes, case or timemaching-wise, you are welcome to use me a soundingboard any day :) I can´t wait for that fic.... Ohhh, goodie, good, good with cherry on top.
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Date: 2010-04-19 05:37 am (UTC)And I'm so glad you're excited about the Epic Crossover (as it is now named). I hope I'm not promising too much, but I'm actually pretty excited about it too. It's going to be long, however. (I've already written 8,400+ words and they just got to the point where they agreed to search for Jack the Ripper). I have the basic story outlined (in my head), but I may actually need a soundingboard for some of the details. I will definitely let you know if I get stuck (I'm having a bit of a hard time figuring out the U.S. Embassy intrigue. I know, basically, what happens, but I just want to focus on the time-traveling part so that's getting pushed aside right now as I write).
Anyway, I'm a slow writer (usually), but I will definitely keep working on it. Thanks for being interested!