Title: Winter Lights
Characters: Reid, Hotch
Rating: G
Word Count: 316
Disclaimer: not mine, make no money off this
Prompt: Dec 11 Fairy lights
A/N: Not Beta read, pre-slash if you squint
Spencer Reid was not fond of winter. He had little to no sense of balance on ice. He'd taken to packing a whole extra change of clothing into his satchel on days when he looked out his window and saw the nasty white stuff, otherwise known as snow.
He didn't like the sound of snow beneath his feet. He didn't like frozen toes or hands or cheeks or ears and his nose never got warm after he'd been out for more than like five minutes with it uncovered.
He hated dirty slush that got splashed up on his as he walked anywhere, and he could not drive in the snow…at all. OK, maybe he could, if he had to, but it was terrifying. He couldn't ski, or snow board, or skate, and snow mobiles were death traps, as were sleds.
However, when Jack begged him to accompany him and his dad on a evening drive out, towards non-city lights and into neighborhoods with houses, Spencer decided there might be one thing he didn't mind about winter.
He liked the lights, the way they twinkled and blinked and the way the colors and shadows play against the snow. He liked the riotous symphony of color that some homes displayed, but he really loved those houses which were one or two colors and looked a bit like a gingerbread house all trimmed neat and tidy.
And he liked the way Jack expressed his awe at certain displays and the way Hotch's eyes lit up at others, and how Jack insisted Spencer have the biggest cup of hot chocolate, with extra crushed candy canes because Spencer didn't get Hotch making him hot chocolate every day when it was cold out.
Most of all, Spencer liked when Jack asked if when it was spring he'd come on a ride with them again, to look at all the flowers in bloom.