Title: Adorable Profiler
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Word count: 526
Characters: Hotch/Reid
Prompt: Punch
AN: Cute beyond belief. *flails and wiggles* Oh gods! This was a cute fluffy Bit and Pieces. I hope you guys enjoyed this sweet little something and review. *bats eyes at everyone*
Don't kill me for flooding your inboxes by the way. I've been a busy little bee. Can't help it.
Adorable wasn't often a word that he would have used but he had to use it for the small man down at his desk as he worked on something or another. Shaking his head, Hotch stood up and shoved a bit of hair out of his face, having been dealing with paperwork all day. Walking down stairs, not hiding the fact that he was walking over, Reid looked up and smiled at him, making his own lips twitch upwards into a smile.
"Taking a break there, Hotch?" the young man asked as he pushed a bit of his own hair back, the curls sliding right back to settle against a strong jaw. The elder of the two had to squash the urge to reach out and brush his fingers over the jaw line and through the soft hair. Instead of giving into those urges, he walked over and perched on the desk that Reid used. Looking around, he noticed that Prentiss and Morgan wasn't around, more then likely going after some coffee before tackling their reports again.
"Yeah. I think I got through half of them before I ran out of paper. So I figured I'd use the time to take a break before going for more. How are your own reports coming?" Hotch asked, eyeing the computer screen where typing was visible on the bright screen.
"Going slowly. I think I tweaked my wrist, so I can't type as fast as I usually do," Reid replied, frowning lightly. "More then likely, I just pulled a muscle during that fight against our last unsub."
"I was rather surprised when you sucker punched the guy," Hotch laughed, watching his companion blush and duck his head in embarrassment. "It was interesting to see, that's for sure. Why did you punch him?" he asked, watching Reid shift in his chair, rubbing the slightly swollen knuckles on his left hand.
"Well, he was going to shoot you and Morgan. How he got the gun I don't think I'll ever figure that out, but I couldn't let it happen," was the reply, Reids voice sheepish. Hotch had to laugh quietly at that as the other man looked up through his lashes, a smile dancing over h is lips.
"So you came in and punched him. Nice," Hotch teased, the younger man smacking him on the arm with a pout. "How about you save that file of yours and come with me to go grab some lunch from the café down the street? I doubt we'll be going back out for a few days, so we can cut out for a bit." Reid looked up at him with wide eyes, shocked at the suggestion before a teasing smile danced over his lips and eyes sparkled at him.
"Why, boss, are you suggesting we play hookie?" he asked, getting a dry look from the other man.
"And if I am?" the dark brunet asked in return, before smiling.
"I'd have to agree with you as long as you're buying," Reid huffed, gathering his wallet, saving his work and standing up.
"Of course I am," Hotch drawled, leading his adorable companion off. Yes, adorable worked very well.