This was done for the Criminal Minds Weekly Prompts.
Monday, November 5 – Week 1
Drabble Prompt: Snoring
Summary: Hotch shares a hotel room with Dave.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal minds or characters.
Word count: 496
Hotel Rumblings
The room was smelly and cold as hell, but that wasn't the worst of. No, he had to be stuck in a room Dave, who everyone knew snored like a grizzly bear. The noise coming from the bed next to him was slowly driving him insane.
Hotch usually gave Dave his own room, for the simple fact that no one wanted to share with the man. But no, this time the hotel didn't have enough free rooms available for them to each have the luxury of having their own room. So here he was, stuck in this God forsaken, creepy as hell, hotel room in the middle of Dallas, Texas, with 'Dave the Stertor'. There seemed to be no reprieve from the torture ahead for him.
Hotch was to the point of grabbing his pillow and smothering the life out of his friend, just so he could get a few hours of sleep. But no, he couldn't do that. It would be hard to explain to Strauss, what would he say? 'He died mysteriously in his sleep.' No, that wouldn't work; she would never by it. The only other thing he could do, short of killing the man, was go bunk with Morgan and Reid. He would take sleeping on the floor over this, any day of the week. But he really didn't want to get out of bed, he was already cold enough.
Dave suddenly stopped his snoring when he turned over on his side facing away from Hotch. Thank God… finally. Hotch closed his eyes and just as sleep was claiming him; he was jerked back to the land of the living by a deep snort and then the steady rumbling of Dave's continuous nose growls. Hotch couldn't take anymore and he reached down beside the bed and grabbed one of his shoes and threw it in the direction of the bear across from him.
"Ow… son of a bitch! What the hell," Dave sat up rubbing the back of his head.
Hotch settled back against his pillow, smiling at the grumbling man.
"Dammit Aaron, what the hell was that for?" Dave hissed at Hotch.
"That was for keeping me awake," he answered before snuggling deeper beneath the covers. "If it happens again one of us will be sleeping in the hall… and it won't be me."
Morgan and Reid came out of their room the next morning to find Dave asleep on the floor in front of the room he was supposed to be sharing with Hotch. The two of them looked at each other and grinned.
Morgan nudged the 'old man' with his foot, "Hey there, Sleeping Beauty, what are you doing on the floor?" he laughed as Dave stirred and looked up at the two standing over him.
"Shut up kid, I'm not in the mood," he mumbled as he sat up.
Just then Hotch opened the door to their room and looked down smiling, "Morning Dave… sleep well?"