Once a Hooker
a sequel to the fic To a Hooker,
both by TarnishedArmour
Timeline: We haven't gotten there yet; about 3-4 episodes in to season 7. By necessity, this is A/U.
Summary: Adrianna had left hooking behind, moved to a new life in Virginia, and renewed her friendship with Spencer Reid. So why is she giving hooker lessons again? *To a Hooker's sequel.
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Sometimes, actions were much better than words, and Adrianna decided this was one of those times. Instead of speaking, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him hard. The few times she'd just hugged him, he'd been shy, hesitant to return it. This time, his arms wrapped hard around her and he held her close, more certain than he'd been before.
When the long moment ended, when the urgency of the contact faded, they moved apart just a little. They didn't let go.
"Adia," he whispered, eyes searching for something. She knew what he wanted to tell her, that she didn't have to get him anything, that this friendship was enough, that he was glad she cared about him at all.
"I know," she replied, voice soft. What he saw in her eyes, she didn't know. All she knew was that it was honest.
So was the kiss they shared. So was the slow, easy walk to his room. So was the sensual feast that kept them awake until exhaustion forced them to sleep.
In the morning, Adrianna slipped on one of Spencer's shirts, unbuttoned a little too low because he was slender and she did have more up top than he did, before heading to the kitchen. Cook had shipped her the coffee last month-another $1,500 for seven pounds, but worth it. She lived simply, and, even in this economy, she was making pretty good money. More than she needed. Spoiling Spencer a little, well, he appreciated it so much. And seven pounds of outrageously expensive coffee every four months wasn't too much. So long as he never figured it out.
She made the coffee, started making a good breakfast that was hearty enough for the cool morning, but wasn't too greasy or heavy. It wasn't cold yet, but for a girl still desert-fresh, it was cold enough. Last night had been wonderful. Today, Spencer could set the schedule. It was his birthday, and she was just happy to spend time with him. And if he wanted to be alone, well, that was fine, too.
A grumble and shuffle-step told her he was awake and coming out of his cave, thanks to the aroma of good coffee.
"Good morning," she said, smiling. He hated mornings. She thought it was absolutely adorable, the grouching and the messy hair; the glasses and the pajama bottoms with a t-shirt; the sleepy look on his face.
He grumbled something as she set a cup of coffee in front of him. She leaned over the counter far enough to kiss him. He kissed her back.
"Good morning," he managed, a little more alert after the kiss. She laughed as he took a sip of coffee, knowing the liquid was scalding hot. He slurped carefully, cooling each sip as much as he could while feeding the caffeine addiction he told her he had nurtured since his days at CalTech.
"Breakfast will be ready in about thirty minutes," she murmured, looking at the clock on the stove. It was almost eleven.
"Does it still qualify as breakfast?" he asked, walking around the counter into the kitchen and pulling her over to him.
"Brunch, then." She couldn't help it. She was curious. "Why?"
"Because," he murmured, leaning down and brushing his lips against her shoulder, "I have an idea how we can spend the time."
Adrianna bit her lip, that wicked desire waking up to his lips that were brushing just there at her neck.
"Do you, now?" she whispered, nuzzling his shoulder. "We really shouldn't leave the kitchen." Thirty minutes wasn't long, and a trip back to the bedroom guaranteed smoke alarms and a charred mess in the pan she'd used.
"Don't need to," he replied. He patted the counter. "Hop up."
Adrianna grinned, set her hands on the counter, and hopped. Almost immediately, hands and lips were making short work of the shirt she had been wearing and the pajama pants Spencer had been wearing.
He felt just as good in the morning as he did at night. He was a little less self-conscious, too, when he was still morning-sleepy. Less self-conscious translated into louder. It took some effort, but Adrianna stayed quiet, listening to him, enjoying the sensation and the sound of Spencer Reid.
There was a noise outside, but she didn't register what. Spencer had just done that thing with his fingers…and she was so close…and-
The door flew open, startling her, sending Spencer diving for the back-up weapon he kept in the drawer next to the stove. Adrianna grabbed for the shirt, pulled it around her and stared in shock as a tall, black man with a shaved head and a gun stormed into the apartment. An older man with a goatee was right behind him, gun drawn. And behind them-a little blonde with a gun, a tall, dark-haired, dark-eyed man with a gun, and a chubby woman with glasses and blonde hair who seemed to be holding someone much shorter back in the hallway
"FBI! Don't move!" barked a voice, deep and aggressive, and…not unfamiliar.
"Morgan! What the fuck?" Spencer managed, panting, t-shirt off, pajamas around ankles. He had moved, but was mostly shielded from full exposure by Adrianna. "Why are you here?" he demanded. Adrianna's mind had gone blank. She was just looking and gasping for air. Fear inspired adrenaline rushes and pleasure induced endorphin highs did not mix, not at all. She was completely shocked.
"We came by to surprise you with a birthday lunch," the older man with the goatee said.
"Obviously, we surprised you," the clean-shaven, dark-haired man said. He turned to the hallway and said something to the woman and someone else there. She heard a name, maybe Jack?
Spencer muttered something very rude, then said. "There's an invention called the telephone, first patented by Alexandre Graham Bell…"
"We get it, kid," the one he'd called Morgan said, holstering his weapon and holding up his hands. "We'll give you a call in a little while."
Spencer was shaking his head, trembling a little from the adrenaline rush.
"I'll call you," Spencer said, firmly.
The group backed out the door, apologies overlapping, awkwardness in each step they took. When the last one out shut the door, it didn't close properly. The door jamb was busted when it had been kicked in, and the locks were useless. Splinters and pieces of the old wood were in a rather artistic arch across the floor.
"Your friends?" Adrianna managed to ask, voice shaky as her mind started to function again, however slowly.
"Yeah," he replied, running his hand through his hair, messing it up even more. "I, ah, well…" He was starting to say something, but evidently he wasn't processing properly yet, either. He wasn't up to anything else, either. Then again, neither was she at the moment.
Adrianna just shook her head. This birthday would not be forgotten anytime soon.
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Somehow, they had calmed down enough to eat breakfast, to drink some more coffee, and come down from the combined fear-pleasure high. After they finished eating, Spencer had let her shower first. She walked back into his room, hair damp, his shirt clinging to her damp skin, and saw him hanging up the phone.
"Everything okay?" she asked, knowing that telephone calls did not necessarily portend good things.
"Yeah. Morgan and Hotch are coming over to fix the door frame. Garcia, Rossi, Seaver, and Jack are going to the park while they do that." He hesitated. "If they get here while I'm in the shower…"
"I can wait in here, if you want?" she offered. She thought things would go more smoothly with a proper introduction, and she'd heard about Morgan and Hotch before. He had a lot of respect for these two, at least, it seemed like he did. He may have a little less after this morning's events, though.
Spencer nodded, seemingly relieved. It wasn't a dodge, not really. It only made sense. She needed to dry her hair and pull it back before she got dressed. She'd let her hair grow out a little more, to make it easier to braid and pin up for work, but that meant it took longer to dry and comb out. If she braided it, it would stay damp all day, and she didn't want to go through the hour it would take to style it to some kind of sleek perfection. Today, she'd go with a ponytail, which let her hair finish drying naturally without soaking through her shirt, and, yes, she had a change of clothes at Spencer's. Jeans, t-shirt, and tennis shoes, but they were fine for an easy Saturday. Spencer would probably wear jeans, too.
As he disappeared into the bathroom, she started to work on her hair. She couldn't help but wonder if he would introduce her, send her on her way, or ignore her when his friends were around. She'd gotten all three of those reactions before, but she had no idea what to expect from Spencer. Most of the time, that made spending time with him even better. This time, though, it made her nervous.
Voices from the next room told her that someone had come in. The names Morgan and Hotch were exchanged during the brief conversation, and then a decisive pounding came from the front door. Apparently the repairs wouldn't take long at all.
By the time she was dressed and ready for the day, Spencer had come out of the bathroom, fully dressed. She wasn't sure if that was a good sign or not. When he gave her a wry smile, she relaxed.
"Do you still want to meet the team?" he asked softly, uncertain.
"Only if you want me to. I can slip out after you go…" She left the offer hanging, couldn't stop the glance down. She hoped he didn't want her to do that.
"No!" he almost yelped, horrified. "I didn't mean-" He ran his hand through his hair again, walked over to her. When his fingers brushed her cheek, she looked up. She knew from his soft smile that she hadn't hidden her nervousness. Or her leftover shame.
"If you want to meet them, that's fine with me. I can also tell them I have plans; we'll celebrate at the office." He looked at her for a long minute. "I would never send you away or try to hide you."
Adrianna looked up at him and smiled, a little teary-eyed.
"I know," she admitted, "but sometimes, it comes back, you know?"
"I know," he murmured. He gave her a gentle hug and she leaned into him. He felt so good, so solid, even if he looked like a strong wind could flatten him. When they parted, the front room was quiet. "Ready?" he asked, looking down at her and checking for…something.
"Sure," she said, smiling a little more confidently.
Spencer led her out of his room into the room where Hotch and Morgan were checking their work.
"Bolt's good," the black man said. "Both keys turn and locks engage properly." And he looked a little familiar…
"The facing is tight," the dark-haired man said, checking the seam of the door with his fingertips. "It'll need to be caulked, but that can wait." He looked up, dark eyes seeing them together and eyebrows raising slightly. He stood. "Hello," he said, politeness personified.
The other man turned. "Hey," he added, much more casual.
"Morgan, Hotch," Spencer said. "I'd like you to meet Adrianna O'Shaughnessy, an RN at VA Charlotte Hall. Adia, this is SSA Aaron Hotchner, my unit chief, and SSA Derek Morgan. We work together at the BAU." She felt warm when he used her nickname. He was one of the few who knew that one.
"It's good to finally meet you," Adrianna said, smiling easily. Morgan didn't just seem familiar. He was the one who had warned her off of Spencer that day three years ago in Vegas. Hopefully, he didn't remember her, not when she was dressed like a normal woman, not a hooker. "Spence doesn't talk about work much, but he has mentioned you." She used the shortened form of his name without thinking about it. It got a quirk of eyebrows, but no other reaction.
"We really aren't that bad," Morgan said, grinning. Agent Hotchner, Hotch as Spencer usually called him, just smiled a little. He looked a little uncomfortable with her presence there. Perhaps that was just the way they met. "We haven't heard anything about you, though," Morgan added.
Spencer snorted. "For good reason." At the surprised looks of the two men, he added, "What?"
Adrianna smiled, but said nothing. Spencer could hold his own, when he chose. These were his friends and co-workers. She would leave them to him.
"So, why did you have to break down my door?" Spencer asked, and Adrianna knew he knew why. He wanted to watch them squirm, just a little.
"We heard you groan," Morgan began, looking more than a little sheepish now.
"Given the history of the team, was it unreasonable to assume adverse conditions?" Hotch interrupted, cool as a man could possibly be after barging in on a friend who obviously hadn't needed any help.
Spencer smiled a little. "And if I say yes?"
The two men just gave him a look, and Adrianna didn't catch the subtext. That there was a history of Spencer and bad things happening, she knew. But the rest? It didn't make sense.
"So," Spencer changed the subject. "What was it you were planning to do today?"
"We had hoped to surprise you with a day out," Hotch said, smiling a little. "But if you decline, we'll understand."
Spencer turned and looked at Adrianna.
"Your choice," she murmured, just loud enough that they could hear. "We can get together again later."
"Or you can join us," Spencer countered. Adrianna smiled at that. Maybe this would be a good day, after all.
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At the park across the street from Spencer's apartment, Spencer introduced Adrianna to Rossi, Seaver, and Garcia. Hotch introduced her to Jack. The miniature version of Hotch wasn't quite as intimidating as the original. In fact, mini-Hotch was quite a little charmer.
"Hi," he said, smiling up at her shyly as he shook her hand. "I'm Jack. I'm gonna be an FBI agent when I grow up. Just like my dad."
"Well, then," Adrianna said, smiling and crouching down a little, "I'd better be good, huh?"
Jack nodded, a smug little smile on his serious little face, and Hotch ruffled his hair. Adrianna stood, charmed by him. Serious or not, Hotch was a good father. Not perfect, by any means, but he tried. That was more than she could say for a lot of the men she'd met.
"So," Spencer said after accepting birthday greetings from the two women, which included a big hug from Garcia. "What now?"
"The weather's just right to stay outside," Morgan commented. While Reid wasn't known for his love of the outdoors, he could be persuaded to do something outside when the weather was perfect. It was cool, not cold, sunny, and beautiful. There was nothing to object to, really.
"Sounds good," Spencer said, thinking. "You know, there's an exhibit of modern sculpture up near D.C…."
Adrianna listened as they batted around ideas, finally coming up with something everyone could enjoy: a trip to the U.S. Marines Museum near the base. It wasn't far away, there were indoor and outdoor exhibits, and there was a special area for kids.
Spencer's fingers tangled with hers as they started walking. They weren't quite to the cars when the older man, Dave, gave Adrianna a long look.
"Excuse me, Adrianna, but have we met?" he asked. She didn't stop walking, didn't give any sign of the dread that was filling her. Only Spencer could feel the tightening of her hand.
Now what?
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A/N: There is a Marine Corps museum near the base, but any information provided in the fic is not based on anything other than the existence of said museum. In other words, I made up the details. ;-)
