Wasted

Chapter 2

Spencer sat in the passenger seat of Hotch's car, his head resting in his hand against the window. No matter how tired he was, he couldn't sleep; the night certainly hadn't turned out how he had been expecting it to be.

He stealthily glanced over at Hotch from the corner of his eye and tried to read his emotions. Nothing. Spencer sighed. Despite having known the man for so many years and now being intimately involved with him, he was still impossible to read. He supposed that that was his own stupid fault, for falling for a man who kept his feelings protected from even the people closest to him by a cold exterior.

Keeping his eyes straight ahead, Hotch finally spoke up, never averting his gaze from the road. "I don't mean to be nosy, but were you ever planning on telling me that you have a sister?"

Spencer breathed in deeply. Hotch finally looked over at him, his eyes softening just the slightest amount. This wasn't how he was expecting the night to turn out, either.

"I…Of course I was going to tell you at some point, Aaron. But…I mean, you saw her. She's… She's just…" Spencer broke off, at loss for words to really express how he was feeling.

"Were you…embarrassed of her?" Hotch offered, trying to explain the other man's emotions. Spencer shook his head instantly.

"No, no, I'm not embarrassed of her at all, I swear." He sighed. "It's just – she's my sister, you know? And frankly speaking, she's an absolute mess. I didn't see how telling you about my drug-abusing, alcoholic, stripper sister would bring out any good, for her or for you. I…I was just trying to protect you both, I guess." He sighed. "Not to mention, she just moved out here from Las Vegas last year. Our lives didn't really coexist until recently, anyway. Prior to that, she didn't really want anything to do with me."

"Why?" Hotch inquired.

Spencer let out an empty sound that resembled and spiteful laugh, and Hotch couldn't help but recognize it instantly as the exact same sound that Alice had made in the interrogation room. "She never really thought she fit in with our family. She still doesn't think so."

"That's a pretty vague answer, Reid."

Spencer sighed. "I know, I know. It's…complicated, Aaron, okay? Can you just trust me on this?"

Hotch looked over to the young man, his thin frame pressed up against the car door, exhaustion written all over his face. Although slightly hesitant, Hotch nodded, and laid his hand on Spencer's knee, rubbing it lightly with his thumb. With a deep sigh, Spencer closed his eyes, although he was certain that there was far too much to think about to keep him awake.

Suddenly, Hotch's phone began to ring, and he quickly removed his hand from Spencer's leg in order to grab it. Spencer reopened his eyes and sat up straight, trying his absolute hardest to place himself in a working mindset.

The phone call was quick, and when Hotch hung up, he seemed relieved. "Well, we have some good news. Lacey Gates – the abduction case we were working on today – has already been resolved. They found her on the next street over, and she's going to be fine."

Spencer nodded. "That's nice to know." He managed to say; although, if he were to be honest, he was only half-listening to Hotch anyway. "Back to the office then?"

Hotch looked over at Spencer and immediately shook his head. "No, not for you at least. I'm taking you home so that you can get some rest."

Instantly, Spencer interjected, appearing to be completely awake. "What? Why? That's absolutely ridiculous, Aaron. I'm completely fine, and I'd rather be working than – "

"—Reid, this is an order. You're exhausted, and I'm not going to let you work like this."

Spencer pouted. "You care too much about me. It's becoming detrimental."

Hotch chuckled softly, to which Spencer couldn't help but lift one of the corners of his mouth up into the smallest hint of a smile. "Fine, I care too much about you, guilty as charged." Hotch looked over at Spencer, his expression having softened greatly. "But regardless of that, you're going home to rest. There's no way I'm going to let you work like this."

Spencer sighed, but, being too tired to argue, nodded his head in reluctant agreement.

As they pulled up to Spencer's modest apartment, Hotch parked the car, and hopped out quickly so that he could run around to the other side of the vehicle to open the door for Spencer. The younger man smiled softly to himself; Hotch always was such a gentleman to him.

Hotch helped Spencer out of the car, and walked with him up to his apartment door. Spencer fumbled around for his keys in his pockets, and finally let himself into his home. He leaned against the doorway and turned around to face Hotch yet again, only to find the older man looking down at him intently.

There was some facial expression about him that Spencer simply couldn't read, and nervously he spit out, "What's wrong?"

Hotch smiled softly and shook his head, reaching his hand up to the side of Spencer's face, and Spencer rested against his touch. "Nothing." He kissed the young man gently on his forehead. "You're just so… beautiful."

Spencer blushed softly and contently, and Hotch pulled him close, holding him against his strong chest, his chin resting gently atop of his lover's head. Suddenly, Spencer pulled away, and Hotch missed his presence instantly. "Skip work with me, too."

Hotch smirked, but shook his head. "Don't tease me, Reid. You know that I can't."

Spencer fake pouted and Hotch shook a finger at him. "Oh, don't do that. You can't win me over with your sad eyes this time."

Spencer shrugged and pulled himself close to Hotch once again. "It was worth a shot." He mumbled into the man's chest.

After a few moments, Hotch pulled away from Spencer, and tilted the young man's head up, placing a soft kiss against his lips. One kiss just didn't seem to be enough, and, Spencer, fueled by exhaustion and frustration, deepened the kiss, brushing his tongue swiftly across Hotch's lower lip.

Having not expected such a strong response, Hotch let out a soft moan, and pulled away from Spencer, whose eyes had mischief written all through them. Hotch tapped Spencer quickly on the nose, his eyebrow raised. "No." He placed a gentle kiss on Spencer's forehead again, and the young genius feigned disappointment at Hotch's refusal. "You need to get some rest."

"What I need is you." Spencer replied, softly yet determined.

Hotch brushed a lock of Spencer's hair out of his eyes, and looked down at him longingly. "Tonight, after work, I'll come over, and I'll make up for it." Spencer grinned. "I promise."

Hotch gave Spencer the slightest trace of a smile, and then turned to walk down the hallway.

"Aaron," Spencer called after him. The man turned around yet again. "I love you."

Hotch smiled lightly. "I love you, too. Now get some sleep."

…

The remainder of the day drudged on for Hotch, and when 5p.m. finally rolled around, he was more than happy to rush out of the B.A.U. headquarters. It was a Friday night, and Jack was spending a weekend camping with one of his school friends, so Hotch fully intended on spending the entirety of the next two days and nights in the company of Spencer.

He pulled up to the apartment complex – for the second time that day – and eagerly hopped out of the vehicle. He bounded up the steps to his lover's door, and knocked swiftly. He smiled softly to himself; he fully intended to keep the promise that he'd made to the other man that morning, and surely would relieve them both of their built-up stresses.

The door opened, and the smile on Hotch's face quickly evolved into an expression of surprise and concern. For, standing in the doorway was not Spencer Reid at all, but rather, his disheveled, broken sister, holding a beer in her right hand.

To Be Continued

A/N: Hope y'all like this so far.