CONSEQUENCES FALL14

AN; Well no one came after me with a pitch fork so whew!

thanks to all who have kept me writing with your reviews,favs and follows.

This is being typed one handed as my right hand is still in bandages, but all seems to have gone to plan.

So lets get on...

CHAPTER 23 Reid little hideaway...the fitness room [ugh] 0800hr next morning

Zani stretched out her lean frame in preparation for the session with her reluctant companion. Spencer would rather exercise his brain than spend time exercising his body. In her opinion it came down to the humiliation he had suffered in High School at the hands of Jocks and cheerleaders. Or Dumb and Dumber as Jay called the group responsible for most of Spencer's pain.

But she had to admit with the extra weight and toned musculature he was now sporting her big brother looked good. Although that word would never leave her lips on pain of death.

"so hows your snooping ?" she enquired as she moved gracefully through the Sun Salutation poses with practised ease.

"I'm not snooping," Reid snapped as he held the Warriors Pose on his uninjured side. Although he would never be a gym rat, he would admit that he enjoyed these yoga sessions with Zani.

"Of course not. You are just acquiring information through duplicitous or Machiavellian means" she sassed back before arching her head back.

Spencer just grunted at her definition of his little PROJECT. He really couldn't argue with it and win.

Zani smirked at the noise, knowing that it was the only concession she was liable to get. She understood his drive for the truth. But the truth was often brutal and even fatal.

Being who she was she wasn't innocent of the machinations of people in power. Although her Uncles would keep her locked in an Ivory tower if they could get away with it. But they couldn't, so they taught her well how to keep herself and family safe from the predators of the modern world. The money men, the politicians, the religious fanatics, the celebrities, the two faced lovers.

And she would keep Spencer safe...even if she had to knock him out to do so.

" So just who are you going to tempt with that noggin of yours?" she chided knowing using slang words would prod a reaction.

"Noggin!? Where do you get these words?" He grunted again as he held his pose on his injured side. It didn't hurt. It just felt odd.

"Stalling" Zani laughed as she folded herself over, head on knees hands behind ankles.

"I am not." he exclaimed . " I am having lunch with Daniel Fortnam tomorrow..."

Zani's body jackknifed up. " Fortnam...as in Fortnam Section chief in the CIA." she screeched moving toward him. "Mum will kill you." she cried out very upset by this knowledge.

Reid straightened out from his pose immediately upon taking in how distressed Zani was.

"Calm down Zani. Maman knows its all smoke and mirrors...I may have given up a little of my time to help his struggling crypto section. But I wont give up my soul." he assured her pulling her into a tight hug.

Once upon a time he wouldn't have known how to hug someone just because.

Now because of the family, his pretty Penny , Henry and funny enough Jack Hotchner he was finally getting the hang of it.

"Very profound. Thought the genius didn't believe in all that stuff" she sniffed moving out of his embrace. Comfortable as it was.

She moved back to her original pose and began again.

"To be honest, I don't know any more..there are so many things I have seen and felt. Things that logic and science just cant explain...at least not yet. I guess I am just becoming aware of the even bigger picture." he explained with little huffs as he held his chair pose in balance.

"So where are you going on sabbatical? Church,Mosque,Synagogue or maybe a hippy commune?"

"You are totally certifiable" he laughed as he stretched his uninjured side in the half moon pose. "But no. for now I am content to just conjugate on the possibilities and laugh at the absurdities"

"That makes sense to me...Hey stop cheating!" she cried as he moved to the side he had been stabbed on. "Stretch out that side properly"

"It hurts,"he whined, throwing in the Bambi eyes too. To be honest the side twinged more than hurt.

"Bullsh##. You just hate exercising even if the sweat is minimum..." she interrupted ignoring the pleading eyes with difficulty.

"Do you know how many bacteria...?"

"YES. You informed me in great detail two sessions ago. But I don't care you are finishing this session properly."

"Big Bully" Reid muttered knowing he wasn't getting out of there until he did each and every pose properly.

BAU Jet 1000hrs In flight Destination Quantico Virginia.

Everyone had settled down in their favourite places around the cabin.

Morgan was lost in a cloud of classic Rn B music. Each note soothing his active brain into relaxation and peace.

Emily had actually claimed the small couch that Reid normally used and was softly smiling in her slumber.

JJ had been sitting going through some files earlier, but had given in and was now sleeping head pillowed against the fuselage.

Only Rossi and Hotch were still awake and even they were taking a break from paperwork.

"You do realise that we are going to have to get that 'consultant' of yours a major birthday gift when he comes home?" Rossi suddenly muttered, as if the thought had been milling around in his head annoying him.

Hotch snorted into his cup.

"Dave I have no idea what that may be. He has two BIG obsessions..books and coffee. The coffee is out since he owns an exclusive coffee outlet..."

"Bet that was a fun discussion," Rossi chuckled at the thought.

Hotch rolled his eyes at the memory of that day.

"The tax forms were unreal. Made even worse because his profit varied month to month. Then we had the sheaves of forms from HR. it was a nightmare. But I can tell you that that profit from any month, would buy him whatever first edition he sets his heart on."

Rossi mused on that for a while.

"So no coffee, no books...You do realise that that takes us into the world of Star Wars, Star Trek and heaven forbid DrWho." he growled at the thought of having to go into THOSE shops.

Hotch stared at Rossi for a moment in silence.

"Not even for Reid," He finally stated complete with the Hotchner Death Glare.

Even though he knew he was lying.

And he was pretty sure Rossi knew he was lying too.

HOTCHNER HOUSEHOLD, KITCHEN 1530HRS

"...and Jamie said that when he was old enough he wasn't Ever going to eat carrots again,"

Aaron smiled down into the bright y young face of his son jack, as he rambled on about his school friends, while he mixed the batter for the pancakes they were making.

"Did he happen to tell you just what age is old enough?" he enquired happily as he prepared the pan on the hob.

Jack fell silent as he considered his fathers question. A very familiar frown adorned his small face as he did so.

"No Daddy. He didn't" he finally announced. "I will ask him tomorrow...Is this ready?"

Hotch moved the pan handle round before going over to Jack at the table.

"That looks great. Good job buddy. Now you go wash your hands and your face while I put the first ones on to cook." he instructed as he untied the tiers of his sons Transformer apron.

"Yeeeeha!" Jack screamed running off toward the bathroom.

"Inside voice please." Aaron commanded restraining the need to chuckle. Sometimes jack reminded him so much of Sean at that age.

"I'll e-mail the reprobate tonight." he decided with a smile.

2000hrs

By 2000hrs Jack Hotchner had finally succumbed to Morpheus.

But only after two stories, lighting Haley's candle, two trips to the toilet and one extra small drink.

Hotch knew that there were files sitting in his attaché case waiting for him. But as he sat with a small glass of scotch on his own couch and thought over his unexpected day with his son, the call of duty was muffled and not compelling.

Strauss had granted them all, the day off after the primary reports had been done. For once she had actually been complimentary to the team over their success with the case.

"Only cause such a high profile case reflects good on her..Bitch" he cursed under his breath before swallowing the last of the amber nectar in his tumbler.

Yeah, he thought it had been a really good day.

Then his phone rang.

Very short I know but hopefully I will do more tomorrow.

Peace.x