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Title: Penelope Garcia's Outrageous Halloween Extravaganza

Author:Ihli

Rating/Warnings: M/Explicit Slash, Smut

Pairing:Hotch/Reid

Summary: It's party time, Garcia style! Reid and Hotch aren't so thrilled. Will they find a way to have fun? Slash!

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of the characters I just like to play with them sometimes. I promise to put them back where I found them.

This story is set in a different universe than my other story Reality TV (I am working on a sequel for that.) This was written for the Masquerade Challenge from the Criminal Minds Forum Chit Chat on Author's Corner. I decided to try a different take on getting the boys together for the challenge that was a less angst filled. My assignment was to write a story with Aaron Hotchner and Spencer Reid and a Convict costume. I hope you enjoy!

I was surprised to see another story for this challenge was set at a party thrown by Garcia and they used the same costume I did for Hotch. I promise, I didn't copy.

Penelope Garcia's Outrageous Halloween Extravaganza Chapter 1

Contents of Invitation_

Hear Ye, Hear Ye

You are most cordially invited to attend Penelope Garcia's Outrageous Halloween Extravaganza

And by invited, I mean attendance is mandatory.

This one of a kind event will be held on Saturday October 31 at 7:00pm at the Marriot Hotel.

To my brave warriors, this version of the invitation has been specially designed for you. The other mundanes, muggles, and civilians will be getting a different version so listen up!

There are 3 rules for this party,

As stated above, attendance is mandatory, no excuses

Costumes will be worn, and not wussy costumes. No coming as FBI agents. Wearing your normal clothes and sunglasses is not a costume. Wear real costumes, with masks. If I can figure out who you are in under a minute, consider that to be an epic fail

You must hide your identity at this party. No revealing until Midnight

There will be no exceptions to these rules. Failure will be punished by either having your identity sold to the highest bidder (I have to pay for this party somehow) or having your credit score smashed to the negative numbers. Trust me, I have the tech, I have the skilz and you know it.

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Reid opened the email from Garcia containing the invitation. He had a feeling that the PS at the bottom was only on his. It said:

PS: Junior G-man I have taken the liberty of choosing your costume. No Star Wars or Doctor Who for you. It's time to take a walk on the wild side. You will report to me at the hotel at 4:00pm to dress. See above consequences if you fail to comply.

Reid sighed. When Garcia threw a party, she threw a party. There would probably be hundreds of people in attendance. Big parties weren't his scene. In fact, he hated them, really. There was loud music so no one could hear anyone else and dancing. Dancing was just an opportunity for his gawkiness to cause pain for others.

Needless to say, he did not want to go to this party. But he would. Not because of Garcia's blatantly illegal threats. He would go because she would tease him and torment him if he didn't. And he liked Garcia, he didn't want to disappoint her.

At least he didn't need to think of a costume. He wondered what Hotch would dress in and some vivid images appeared in his head Tarzan, Olympic Swimmer, Male Slave. He tried to squelch these thoughts. In addition to not being viable given Garcia's hide your identity rule. They were inappropriate thoughts to be having about Aaron Hotchner. But it was hard not to imagine the man in little or no clothing. Spencer wanted Hotch. He wanted him in the worst way. His reason was pure and simple, he loved Aaron Hotchner. Loved him and could never have him. Hotch was straight.

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When Hotch opened the email from Garcia he knew he was doomed. She would know he opened it. Damn technology. He couldn't claim it hadn't arrived. He would have to find a costume and go to her party. This would suck. His favorite costume was forbidden. What good was it to actually be an FBI agent if he couldn't wear his suit and sun glasses as a costume?

What the hell was he going to wear that would hide his identity. He briefly thought about asking Garcia but he knew she would suggest something outrageous and then insist he wear it on pain of…he shuddered to think. No, he would have to do this himself. He would have to come up with a costume that would not incur her wrath. He didn't have a moment to lose.