Was Christmas shopping always this stressful? Standing in line with numerous bags in hand, he watched Spencer finally finish, and walk slowly over to him, his thin frame making him wonder how he could carry so many bags, and still be standing.
He really hoped Jack appreciated this!
Making their way out of the shop, Aaron smiled when he saw the crowds of people going in. Did they know what they were letting themselves in for?
"I almost feel sorry for them," said Spencer, shifting one bag to his right hand in an effort to create more balance.
"I know, thank God this is just once a year," replied Aaron, dodging a mum wheeling a pram. Really, just because she had children did not give her the right to mow down a Federal Agent! He felt a sense of smug satisfaction when Spencer shot a glare at her.
Cutting through the park, Aaron looked around quickly, something his years of training had made automatic. Catching sight of a roasted chestnut stand, he made his way over to it, Spencer following, his eyes shining happily as he saw the steam rising from the cooked nuts.
Anything that looked remotely warmer than them was welcomed at the moment.
Bags in hand, they sat down on one of the many benches. Looking at the plaque Aaron saw this one was dedicated to a beloved grandmother of three, and placed his bags at his feet, wondering for a moment what she was like.
The prospect of chestnuts quickly erased these thoughts.
"How do you eat these?" mumbled Spencer, trying to break open the shell with a look of concentration that was almost comical.
"Like this," said Aaron, taking the nut from him, and peeling it.
"I still can't do it!" Spencer's voice was tinged with slight frustration now.
"Just use your teeth," said Aaron, remembering how Jack had eaten them the first time they had came here. "Jack seems to think it's the best method."
"That's better," was what Aaron thought his lover said, his mouth too full of chestnut to do proper justice to the English language, and Aaron couldn't help but laugh, the demented chipmunk look Spencer was said to have, all the more prominent right now.
Finishing up, they took their bags, and began the weary trek back to the flat once more, Spencer mumbling about chestnuts and their stupid thick shells all the way.
Day 4: Success
A/N: Thank you for the feedback! It's only through this story that I've realised how many Christmas things I've done! This was inspired by my friends and I being freezing in Princes Street Gardens in Edinburgh, and me making them hang about just so I could get chestnuts... Then I realised they are kinda hard to eat. The teasing was relentless! Only three chapters to go! They will be up tomorrow, and if you have any Christmas suggestions that would be appreciated, I am seriously running out!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Criminal Minds :'(
I apologise for any spelling and/or grammar mistakes contained within this chapter.