Disclaimer: I own nothing that resembles the TV show Criminal minds.
A/N: So this is another one of my collection of unfinished starters. This time its an OC within the Criminal minds world. This is a slash (Though not graphic) So skip ahead if this 'aint your thing.
Black minds.
Ricky was late. He had gotten a little carried away with a 'guest' from yesterday night. During this time he had completely missed a phone call and text message from his work. When his guest had left he checked his phone swore loudly then dashed of to get dressed. Within seconds he was speeding down the road towards Quantico. Hotch was not gonna be happy with him he thought grimly.
He ran to the bull-pen and inwardly cursed when he noticed the team in the conference room. Opening the door he said "I know I know! I'm late and I'm sorry" He sat down pointedly ignoring the looks from his team mates.
"It's fine we just started Hotch replied raising an eyebrow as he took in his appearance. Saying nothing he thought Ricky would have known by now. Carrying on he continued with the case that had been presented to them.
"Six men from the same bar have been killed. Chances are he's already o the hunt for another victim. Wheels up in twenty" Hotch said walking out. Rocky let out a breath he had been holding.
"So...why the late appearance" Morgan asked smirking
"Nothing" He insisted. He wasn't like Morgan. Sure he enjoyed the psychical part of a person but he wasn't into telling everybody about it.
"And the Hickey on your neck totally agrees"
"What!" He cried looking down he saw the purplish mark "Oh come on! I told you not to do that" He groaned.
Seeing Morgans smirk and hearing Prentiss's sniggering he resigned himself that it was going to be a very long flight.
The case was difficult. They were planning to sending an agent inside the club the UN-sub frequented. But first they had to tell the local heat about the killer. Even if the operation was a bust the more people knew about him the better.
"The UN-Sub we're looking for is a white male in his early twenties"
"The UN-Sub has gone after high risk people. So this means he's confident. Cocky. He knows that when he goes into a club he's laving with another victim" Morgan continued.
"Now all the victims were in the Raven Nightclub before they were killed so we'll be sending in an agent to catch him unaware" JJ said
"Have your men look for anyone that fits this criteria. Thank you" Hotch broke up the meeting and returned to his team.
"Ricky has agreed to be the one to go into the club and find the UN-Sub"
"What! No..Hotch I'll do it" .
"Morgan...As nice as that is. This is a gay bar that specializes with goth culture. You don't have the look" Ricky said "Besides the UN-Sub probably saw you on the Tv. I haven't been seen yet by the TV Crews. Meet me at the hotel with the equipment and I'll be ready"
Morgan still looked unsure but he nodded. "Okay. Give me some time to get ready. I'll see you soon"
"Ricky" Morgan spluttered as Reid blushed slightly.
Ricky smirked as he put in another piercing to his lip. He was wearing all black and..very tight clothes. "yes Morgan?" He asked innocently.
"Never mind"
"Now we'll be able to contact you through the ear piece any problems and call for back up you got that"
"Hotch I got it it's fine"
He walked into the club and felt invigorated "Remind me to go to a rave after this case" He muttered.
He made his way over to the bar and got a drink. Downing it in one he turned to find a man who fir the UN-Subs bill perfectly. Acting innocent he bent lower to 'tie' his shoe and found that not only the UN-Sub was looking but so most of the bar.
Smiling he ordered another drink before going to the dance floor. It wasn't long before he felt behind him someone. "What took you so long" He asked,
"I was busy looking. besides after you come with me I can take as long as I want" Cocky and with what he felt in his gut he knew that this was the UN-Sub.
"Sure" He said.
They walked to the parking lot when he pulled Ricky down an alley. Pulling him flush to his body he attacked him with his mouth. "And now comes the best bit" He whispered. Ricky heard a knife slip out from a sheath.
Throwing his shoulder into his jaw he knocked his assailant off him. Kicking his legs out he pulled out his gun and badge and shouted "FBI" Speaking into his ear piece he said "Hotch you can move in I think this is our guy"
Two hours later they were celebrating in a bar. Reid and him were left alone drinking by themselves. "So why aren't you celebrating like everyone else"
"Eh...Dunno I was thinking of becoming celibate" At Reid's look he burst out laughing "Joking!"
They drunk in more silence. Then it became a blur. Faintly Ricky remembered daring Reid to a drinking game. The it blanked out
He woke to the sounds of someone snoring softly. He groaned as the hangover hit him full force. Turning over he prayed it was someone that at least looked trustworthy.
He didn't expect the sight that met him.
Spencer Reid next to him and judging by the slight pain in his back they had sex last night.
Fuck He thought
