Memory: Meeting the Parents (4 years previous to story)

The case landed on Yao's desk with more force than needed on that particular morning. With a tired glare, he looked up to the person who did the offensive action. A rather ruffled Matthew greeted him with wide eyes and a nervous, no worried, look. "We need to take this case."

And that's how the team was shipped off to D.C. to protect Matthew's parents. The objective was simple enough. There had been threats made to the tactical genius' mother's office. All they had to do was seek out the source and smite it before harm came to the desk workers Matthew's mother ran.

If only anything was truly that easy. Matthew in a fit of his youth, forced the team to actually visit his parents so he could be absolutely sure that they were intact. This led the foursome to be welcomed to dinner and an offer too nice to refuse- setting up home base at the William's house. They had space aplenty and then some. It almost made Yao question how much Mr. Williams was paid as a scientist but he decided against it.

That said, Mrs. Williams went out her way the next day to wake everyone up for breakfast. When she found Yao asleep on the third living room couch she sighed but with a smile and then gently knocked on the door of Ivan's room, the tall Russian opening a moment later asking for coffee. For the life of her she just couldn't find Alfred so she decided to wake up her son.

Now, she didn't know that her prized child sought out Alfred as much as the American did him for sleeping off a case. She didn't know about "us" between them. So when she returned to the kitchen to find her son looking for yogurt wearing the button down shirt that she swore Alfred was wearing the night before, well, she didn't know what to say.

Nor did she have the words for when Alfred walked in, looking sleepy but well dressed, going right to behind her son, her barely twenty son, and grabbing the milk pulling away after dipping his head down to press a kiss to the exposed nape of Matthew's neck. Madeline Williams was completely speechless.

Her husband wasn't so awe struck. But it did take him a couple of days to catch on. Everyday Ivan would stay with Matthew at home while Yao and Alfred would go to work with one of the Williams. Every night Alfred and Matthew were on each other, and not in a friendly way. They all but sat on the other's lap at the dinner table and that was whenever Matthew wasn't trying to feed the older blond his food or Alfred letting his younger steal some of his dessert.

And then there was the moaning. That's how Mr. Williams found out. He was walking innocently to his study, glasses perched on his nose, coffee in one hand, the local newspaper in the other. It was around ten. Everyone tucked in for the night, another day with little results. (They were getting closer though, they really were.) As he passed his son's room he heard the faint laughter and the even fainter sounds of moans. He paused with a red face as he overheard Agent Jones teasing his son and the needy cry of said agent's first name. It was safe to say he spent the next morning looking his prized child over for bite marks but only finding any on the agent that was overheard teasing him. When he asked oh-so-casually where they came from, he was answered with a simple, "Mattie had an attack."

An attack of what?

And when was Matthew shortened to Mattie?

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Both parents were confused yet assured that their son was with one of his team members. It didn't help that when the team finally, finally caught wind of the unsub and gave chase that they had to listen to the one sided flirting between them. Pumpkin? What a pet name!

Alfred found the unsub first of course he did. He was the perfect height and weight to climb quicker than the taller Ivan and older Yao. What he didn't really expect was to be greeted with a boxcutter to the arms. A few punches there and a kick to the groin sent the man who wanted Matt's mom dead to the rooftop. He should have known better than to let his guard down as he leant over to arrest the man. The unsub lunged at Alfred and they rolled around in the gravel, exchanging hits like a redneck couple on Valentine's Day. Yao showed up just as the tide was turning against Alfred (from blood lost mind you) and pried them apart, hitting a pressure point and then cuffing the man. "You alright?"

"Y..yeah... Hey, the world is fuzzy."

"Do you have a concussion?"

"Think so."

"Great."

"Did you call me Pumpkin just now?"

"Don't pass out!"

Alfred came to with the groggy kiss of sleep. It was quickly forgotten in favour for the soreness in his ribs and soft hands tending to the cuts on his arms. No matter how much Matthew typed he never seemed anymore calloused than when they first met. "What hand lotion do you use?"

"What?"

"Hand lotion. What kind?"

"Pumpkin, you're stupid." Matthew laught as he applied band aids to his profiler's arms. "And stop getting injured, will you?"

Alfred laught and said, "no, because then you'll stop caring."

"Nothing will make me stop caring." The younger argued, his cheeks losing the battle with blushing. Alfred chuckled and reached up, ignoring the smarting of his arm to do so and placing his hand on the nape of Matthew's neck, where the heat and blush also sat.

"Good."

"Are you two using protection?" A fatherly tone asked. There was no joking or hidden amusement in the question and the accent was more French than Russian or Chinese. The smaller blond jolted in his seat and moved away from his injured teammate. The aforementioned slowly brought his hand to his side and looked at Matthew's parents standing in the doorway.

"Protection?" Alfred asked, scoffing almost.

"During intercourse." Madeline clarified earning a rather pitiful "Mooooooooooom!" from her son.

"We don't have intercourse, Mrs. Williams." The American stated flatly and if he added much to my distaste, well only he knew.

Madeline turned to her rather red son and asked him if it were true. He nodded and told her "that's not us!"

"But, son, I heard you moaning."

"Dad! Ew!"

"And I told you, he was having an attack."

"What kind of attack?" The FBI worker seemed concerned for her son. But only slightly.

"Wait...You've never told them?

"Told us-"

"It never really came up!"

"More like you never brought it up. You've had it for years!"

"Had wha-"

"And? What am I supposed to say 'hey mama, papa, I'm thirteen now..and well, I have an oral fixation'?"

"Yes."

"You have a what?" Madeline's voice managed to cut through this time. She seemed really dubious that her son had something so clearly observed and it was kept from them.

"An oral fixation. I like sucking and chewing on stuff. The other night I had the urge to chew on something. Alfred wouldn't give me any gum. The urge grew worse."

"He ended up biting me." Alfred laught but it died in his throat from the glare the whole Williams family gave him. Well, at least he knew it was in Matt's genes.

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Breakfast was awkward but Ivan seemed to bask in it (oh how he enjoyed Alfred's misery). Mr. and Mrs. Williams didn't seem to believe a word the younger blondes said and the team left before any more damage could be done.

And perhaps for Alfred's birthday a few weeks later he got a giant box as a "welcome to the family" present from Mr. and Mrs. Williams. And perhaps in that box there was among the normal gifts of socks and shirts and a new video game or two there was a few boxes of condoms, ranging in sizes with a note of "please wrap up, Madeline Williams. P.S. come back to D.C. for Thanksgiving."

Memory End