FOR: Amy
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Prompt: Reid/Rossi, 'You're not my dad'
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It's an argument that's been raging since lunch that day. Spencer Reid had obviously not been eating lately and while the first day the team is ready to let it go by, they're not prepared to go further than that. They're all too aware that if left to his own devices Reid can go at least a week with no food and little coffee. After everything they've been through with their youngest member this is one thing they're not gonna let go.
On the second day they left a sandwich on his desk with a bottle of water; Penelope Garcia watched from the hallway while Reid threw it away. On the third day they brought him food and more water into the conference room; Jenifer 'JJ' Jareau was helpless to stop him from leaving. On the fourth and fifth day he was brought sweets, everyone hoping that it would be enough to make him want to eat something; Emily Prentiss felt scared watching him ignore the food, Derek Morgan threatened him with physical harm but was helpless as the rest to actually do anything. On the sixth day the group had a team lunch, instating the rule that no one was allowed to leave until everyone had eaten; Aaron Hotchner was stunned when his order was ignored by the youngest.
And so on the seventh day, tired of everyone else moping (though they'd never admit it) and the way none of the could seemingly concentrate David Rossi decided it was time to step in, to push Reid a little more than the rest were willing.
He watched as Reid got up slowly, obviously struggling from lack of food and sleep. It was a miracle named JJ that the team hadn't had an assignment yet. He waited until Reid was at the elevators before leaving his office and making his way quickly down the stairs. He managed to get outside the building at the same time that Reid did.
"Let me give you a ride," Rossi ordered more than questioned as he gripped Reid by the upper arm firmly.
"I can take the metro," Reid protested but found himself unable to get out of the older man's grip.
"Of course you can," Rossi agreed, none too gently getting him in the truck, "But I don't think you want us to have our conversation in front of strangers…or anyone else for that matter."
Reid wanted to argue the point badly but there was something in Rossi's tone that warned him away and so he kept quiet; not saying a word until they'd walked into Rossi's apartment.
"I want to go home," Reid grumbled, "I never agreed to come here."
"Too bad for you then," Rossi walked into the kitchen and pulled out some food he'd made the night before for this purpose. "Sit at the table; supper will be ready in ten minutes."
"I'm not hungry," Reid snapped.
"Tough," Rossi snapped back, coming to stand directly in front of the younger man, "I don't know what's going on with you but it ends…NOW. You don't endanger yourself like you are. You're damn lucky we haven't caught a case this week."
"Leave it alone," Reid demanded, heading for the entry way so he could leave.
Before he could even get two steps in he was pulled back to his original spot and two harsh swats landed on his backside.
"Don't you walk from me," Rossi ordered.
"You're not my father!" Reid glared at the older man, his chest heaving.
Rossi nodded, "My blood may not be running through your veins but that doesn't make me any less your dad then Morgan is your brother. I care Spencer; we all do. I am going to say this one time Spencer Samuel. You and I are going to talk about what's going on; my hand and your backside are going to have their own conversation. You will eat first and you will eat every bite in front of you. You have one choice and one choice only. Do you want eat first or should my hand and your backside have a separate conversation before you eat?"
Reid gulped nervously and wanted to protest but there was a fire in Rossi's eyes that couldn't be denied. He didn't hesitate to sit down at the table, "What's for supper?"
THE END
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WRITTEN FOR: 6/1/11
WRITTEN ON: 6/6/11