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Jack screamed making the two men stop what they were doing "Jack!" Hotch yelled as the 6 year old swing the baseball bat at his dad, knocking him off Spencer
"JACK STOP!" Spencer yelled as he jumped off the bed pulling on a robe and pulled the bat out the boy's hand and pulled him into a hug as he sob, Reid looked at Aaron to see if he is still alive, he moved and sat up wincing at his side as he looked at the his boyfriend and son, "You okay?" Spencer mouth, Aaron nodded and grabbed his clothes off the floor as Spencer took Jack out into the living room.
He placed Jack on the sofa and looked at him "Daddy wasn't hurting me." He said quietly, the little face looked up at him, there was tears running down his face in rivers that it made Spencer's hart brake
"B…But you were crying!" he said
"Yes because… it was the first time I did that with daddy." He lied he hated lying to Jack but now was not the time to have sour coated pills "What me and your daddy was doing was something very grown
playing mind games pt1The first time Spencer ever met a vampire was when was at this father's place of work for a short while, he was ill and couldn't go home at time, so his dad had picked him up and took him to his offices, he sat on the sofa in his dad's offices reading a book that would have most child his age throw at the walls, the door open and a blonde hair woman stood there "Mr Reid, Summers is here to see you." she said the older man looked at Spencer who was still reading his book back to the blondeMore Like This
"Alright send him in." He said "Spencer keep reading your book." He said
"Okay dad." He said as he took a sip of his juices.
The room turned icy cold making little Spencer shiver and pulled his blanket up closer around him, the door open and in walked a tall dark hair man, his eyes black a coals he eyed the room and man behind his desk and the 9 year old on sofa,
"William." He smiled "Is it brings your children to work day?" he asked
"No Lord Summers it's not my son was not well, I couldn'
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Weirdly enough this fic was not written in my little notebook, but rather in my history book. Yes my school book, and yes it was written at school in class. I'm not too good at the focusing on the teacher learning-thing. Which explains my grades.
Yeah I don't own Criminal Minds, if I did I would be so happy and I would be doing something important right now instead of the nothing I normally do. This is slash obviously. If you don't like it then why are you reading it? Seems a bit of a masochistic thing to do but whatever to each his own?
Please read and enjoy and then let me know what you think by reviewing me. Thanks
Spencer Reid hurriedly shoved a slice of cold toast into his mouth, as he grabbed his coat and keys. Scowling slightly at the unpleasant texture, he rushed out the door, knowing that he should have eaten it fifteen minutes earlier (rather then re-reading a book he'd read when he was seven). Chewing absentmindedly, as he tugged on his coat and locked the door be
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AN: I have this little notebook that I write all the quotes from CM's in. A friend gave it to me and it means a lot to me, especially since it's got a picture of David Tennant as Casanova on the front. I wrote his story in this notebook while I was watching season 4 of CM. It's vastly modified from the original and it's the first Reid/Hotchner that I've ever written. Although not my first Yaoi, and it's not particularly graphic and is actually kinda tame, but it's the smuttiest thing I've ever posted. Please be kind.
I don't own CM or the characters involved, if I did then Reid and Hotchner would be an official pairing. I do technically own the clock, as far as I know Hotchner doesn't have one in his office and if he does it's not this one. I shall call it Michael and it shall be my imaginary clock, you can read about him in my serious of stories called Michael the clock who could yodel...jokes he can fly instead.
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AN: Criminal Minds is not mine, if it was I would have substantially more money.
They lay side to side on the double bed, it was pre-dawn and no light had yet entered the darkened room through the thick curtains. The only sounds to be heard were soft breathing and the occasional rustle of bed linen. Neither man was asleep, it would be a couple of hours before the alarm clock would go off. Ruining the illusion that they were the only two people in the world.
Until then however the illusion held, and they could ignore the knowledge that they held. Of what lived in the world. The men who tortured and murdered defenseless women and the women that butchered their children. Until the alarm declared loudly that another work-day must begin the only two people in the world were Spencer Reid and Aaron Hotchner.
Aaron rolled from his back to face his younger lover, who was at that moment pretending to be asleep. He almost laughed at the ridiculousness of that action. Spencer sho