|alti_angel (alti_angel) wrote in adventdrabbles,|
@ 2012-12-30 20:36:00
|Entry tags:||contributor: alti_angel, dec09, dec11, fandom: criminal minds, year: 2012|
Dec 09, Dec 11, Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid, Home & Winter Lights
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Word Count: 295
Disclaimer:. Not mine, barrowing for a bit of play
Prompt: dec 09- home for christmas
A/N: not beta read
“Hey, pretty boy, you heading home for Christmas?” Morgan asked as he packed up his files and tucked them away and put everything he was taking with him for the holiday into a pile.
“Home?” asked Reid.
“You know? Go see your mom and stuff?”
“Oh, to Vegas. No. I saw her two weeks ago while we were stuck in the city waiting for the vehicles.” Reid said.
“Bummer. You stuck around here then?” Morgan asked.
“Yes, it’ll be fine though.” Reid answered.
“If you say. I’m off. Mom is very excited for me to be home for Christmas this year.” Morgan said.
Reid waved. Morgan often forgot that his circumstance was different. He went HOME, to the house he grew up in, to waiting family members. Reid’s mom was in an institution, and Vegas really held few good memories. It hadn’t really even felt like home when he was fifteen and going back during winter break from CalTech.
“Reid, you ready?” Hotch asked as he descended the stairs from his office.
“Let me stuff these file in my bag.” Reid answered.
Hotch moved till he could help Reid slide the files into his satchel, and then tucked other loose items into the bag as well.
“Jack can’t wait to have us home for nearly a whole week.” Hotch said. “I promised him pizza for dinner tonight, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Of course I don’t. Are you sure you want me to stay the whole time?” Reid asked.
Hotch didn’t answer until they’d entered the elevator, then he answered with a kiss.
“We want you at home, with us, where you should be over the holiday. Isn’t it right and proper to spend your Christmas with your family?”
Reid answered with a return kiss.
Title: Winter Lights
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Reid, Hotch
Word Count: 316
Disclaimer: not mine, make no money off this
Prompt: Dec 11 Fairy lights
A/N: Not Beta read, pre-slash if you squint
Spencer Reid was not fond of winter. He had little to no sense of balance on ice. He’d taken to packing a whole extra change of clothing into his satchel on days when he looked out his window and saw the nasty white stuff, otherwise known as snow.
He didn’t like the sound of snow beneath his feet. He didn’t like frozen toes or hands or cheeks or ears and his nose never got warm after he’d been out for more than like five minutes with it uncovered.
He hated dirty slush that got splashed up on his as he walked anywhere, and he could not drive in the snow…at all. OK, maybe he could, if he had to, but it was terrifying. He couldn’t ski, or snow board, or skate, and snow mobiles were death traps, as were sleds.
However, when Jack begged him to accompany him and his dad on a evening drive out, towards non-city lights and into neighborhoods with houses, Spencer decided there might be one thing he didn’t mind about winter.
He liked the lights, the way they twinkled and blinked and the way the colors and shadows play against the snow. He liked the riotous symphony of color that some homes displayed, but he really loved those houses which were one or two colors and looked a bit like a gingerbread house all trimmed neat and tidy.
And he liked the way Jack expressed his awe at certain displays and the way Hotch’s eyes lit up at others, and how Jack insisted Spencer have the biggest cup of hot chocolate, with extra crushed candy canes because Spencer didn’t get Hotch making him hot chocolate every day when it was cold out.
Most of all, Spencer liked when Jack asked if when it was spring he’d come on a ride with them again, to look at all the flowers in bloom.