alti_angel (alti_angel) wrote in adventdrabbles, @ 2013-01-01 21:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | contributor: alti_angel, dec25, dec31, fandom: criminal minds, year: 2012 |
Dec 25, Dec 31, Criminal Minds, Hotch/Reid, Peace & New Year's Eve
Title: Peace
Author: alti_angel (altaira)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Hotch/ Reid
Rating: PG
Word Count: 179
Disclaimer: The characters within do not belong to me
Prompt: dec 25 sunshine on winter morning
A/N: not beta read
Peace wasn’t something Spencer Reid often felt, really. He worried too much and thought too much and had been through and seen too much.
But rolling over and looking out through the tall windows of the cabin they were renting for their ‘Christmas’ holiday (two weeks after Christmas, which had been spent trying to stop a spree killer in Ohio) Spencer felt settled and contented and at peace. He was enjoying this time together they were able to grab. The they being Hotch and himself.
It was their first time going away, just the two of them. Jack was staying with his aunt and their whole team was off on vacation.
The sun was shining and glistening off the snow. The trees were marvelous in their frosted glory. Spencer was warm and snug and comfortable spooned against the best part of his life. Hotch’s soothing breath was on Spencer’s neck and his strong arms were around him.
And there was no where they had to go and nothing bad they had to see, not for three more whole days.
Title: New Year’s Eve
Author: alti_angel (altaira)
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters: Reid/Hotch
Rating: PG
Word Count: 570ish
Disclaimer: Not mine and make no money from this
Prompt: Dec 31 champagne toast
A/N: not beta read
Jack had gone to a school friend’s house for a New Year’s sleepover. Hotch had spent the six to seven o’clock hour, otherwise known as feeding time, at the child’s house to help with the twenty eight little boys at the sleepover. Feeding time was combined with the little girls party next door, so there had been nearly thirty little girls as well. Feeding time and Movie time were the only combined activities, hence the reason Hotch let Jack go (and the fact that two of the parents helping with the night watch were cops and one was a fellow FBI agent).
Consequently, Hotch found himself talking Reid into going with him to join the rest of the BAU at one of their favorite watering holes (as Rossi called the spots the relaxed at). There were drinks and good conversation. A whole crowd from Quantico ended up in the same spot and multi department competitions were going on in pool and darts and other games. There was even dancing.
Blake had her friend visiting her for a change and they were off dancing, as was Morgan. Garcia and Reid were still sitting with him at the table, waiting for Rossi and the current round of drinks. Garcia had managed to get Reid to drink and Hotch laughed as tipsy Reid became a whole lot more open about himself in the midst of random facts.
They had managed to find out that Reid did manage to flunk a class…high school woodshop.
They had found out that Reid first drove a car when he was eight, to the ER to take his mother in after she’d broken a pickle jar and cut herself badly and his dad was too busy to even come out of his study to find out what was wrong.
Rossi came with the flutes of Champagne to toast in the New Year.
“So, baby boy, when Midnight come who’d you most like to kiss?” Garcia asked Reid.
“Like all together?” Reid asked.
Garcia laughed. “Sometimes I forget you’re still young enough to crush on celebrities.”
Reid wrinkled his nose in a grouchy pouty face.
Garcia told him, “Focus on who is here.”
Reid tilted his head.
“I’d kiss you because you always come through and bring us happy treats when we are down, and I’d kiss Morgan because he’s a great best friend. And I’d kiss Blake because she tries so hard to be what we need for our team and doesn’t even let us missing Emily make her sad, and I’d…”
Garcia laughed again.
“No, no…who’d you kiss because it’s midnight on New Year’s.”
Reid looked puzzled for a few moments, and then blushed.
“I don’t think I want to answer.”
“Come on…” Garcia begged.
“No, I don’t wanna.”
“If you don’t answer then you have to do.”
Reid thought about it and then agreed and Garcia only managed to get him to admit to once creating a stink bomb and setting it off in college (It really was for an assignment, though, really.) before the countdown to midnight commenced.
They held their glasses out to each other and at the count of twelve Hotch found his lips covered by those of one Spencer Reid. Garcia didn’t start cheering right off though, like Hotch expected. He kissed Reid softly back and looked up to see why.
She couldn’t because her lips were captured by Rossi and they were captured well.