Truth

The blonde was hanging over Reid, her cleavage nearly spilling out of her dress.

"I'm serious," she gushed. "I don't know how to thank you."

"You really don't need to thank me. It's my job," Reid reiterated for the millionth time in fifteen minutes.

"You're cute, you have to know that, right?" She murmured, leaning closer and Reid tried to inch away, but as she was sitting on his desk and he was in his chair, he was finding it hard.

"This isn't appropriate," he muttered, and she straightened.

"Well, it would be if we weren't here. If we were, say, at a restaurant? On a date? As we would be if we were in a relationship?" She let the words slip off her tongue glibly, and her eyes widened almost imperceptibly.

"No."

"Why not?" She purred.

"Because…I'm in love with someone."

"That doesn't matter," she murmured, placing a hand on his chest.

"It's a man." The words slipped out.

She blanched and jumped up, backing away. "Are you serious?" Her words were ice cold now and none of her 'seductiveness' remained.

"Yes." Reid said hesitantly, then more firmly. "Yes."

She shuddered. "I have to go now."

She hurried out and Reid took in a deep breath, before he had the scare of his life when a voice behind him said,

"You shouldn't have lied, Reid."

"What the—" He spun out of his chair, hand going to the rarely used gun on his hip.

Hotch stood there, sternly disapproving. Reid didn't relax at the sight of him; he tensed up even more.

"Why are you still here, Hotch? Were you spying on me?" Reid blurted out, anger suddenly in his voice.

Hotch blinked, but didn't react more than that. "I was doing some paperwork and I heard voices," he explained calmly. "Why did you lie?"

"You saw her. She wasn't leaving. I had to get rid of her," Reid said, looking suddenly flustered. He raked his hand through his hair, and then started gathering his things and cramming them into his bag.

"I'll say it again. You shouldn't have lied. It reflects badly on you and on—"

"Oh, save it, Hotch," Reid snapped, fastening his bag with shaking hands. "She isn't even important." He started to walk to the elevators, but to his further discomfort, Hotch followed, prompting him to continue speaking uncensored. "Besides, who's to say it wasn't true? Would you really know better than me if I was gay?"

"That doesn't have to do with this! Was it a lie?"

"Profile me," Reid spat.

This time, Hotch reacted. "What, you want me to profile you? Okay, who is it, then? The new cleaning boy? The deputy in Iowa? Morgan?" He fairly spat the words but Reid only madly pushed the down button and avoided eye contact.

"I didn't realize you were homophobic," he finally returned.

"I'm not and you know it. But it is important to the team that we have no secrets and something like this is important. It can be used against you."

Hotch realized what tone he was speaking in and immediately calmed. "I'm sorry for speaking so strongly."

Reid didn't react, he just pushed the button for the ground floor.

"Was it…true?" Hotch asked, hesitantly.

Reid looked up and he was defiant; then he was scared. Hotch realized why when he answered.

"Yes."

A/N: I have to say, this is new for me. Usually I have some trouble with ideas, but I've had three pretty good ideas in a row for Hotch and Reid and when I started typing, or writing by hand, the words just flew away with me.

Please, check out my others, if you want, and let me know what you think about each of them.

Can you guess who it is Reid is in love with?