Chapter 6- Training
"There is a sacredness in tears. They are not a mark of weakness but of power. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and of unspeakable love."- Washington Irving
Hotch's POV
After a long plane ride, we got back to Quantico, and we all changed. I was the first one in the training room. I was in shorts and an old FBI t-shirt. Gwen was the next one out, she was in a FBI tank top, and a pair of capri leggings with her hair up in a ponytail. Blake and JJ were next, both in similar styles to Gwen. Morgan and Reid came out after the girls. Morgan was in a muscle tee, and shirts. Reid was in a FBI t-shirt and a pair of shorts like I was. Dave was last, and he was in a similar style to Reid and I. Garcia had come down from her cave to watch us.
"Alright, first up, target practice," I called out. The team moved towards the shooting range, got goggles, and headphones. I stayed back to watch my team. Reid had greatly improved, he hit the hot zone each and every time. Morgan's aim was perfect, so was JJ's, Blake's, and Gwen's. Dave's was a little off, but still just as good as Reid's. I was very impressed by my team
Once they had finished with their first clip, I called them all over."Perfect job Morgan, Blake, JJ, and Gwen! Really excellent. Reid and Dave, really good job! I am very impressed by you guys. Not only does this team have the best minds, but we have the best aim," I congratulated them. They all smiled up at me. "Now to hit the mats!"
The team migrated over to the mats, and all the other sparring groups backed away, to the sides to watch. "First up, Morgan and Gwen!" I called out. Gwen just smirked. This match was going to be good.
Morgan stuck first, but Gwen fainted to the right, then came at his face with her left elbow. Derek barely dodged it. But while he was hunched over, she aimed a sweep kick under his feet. Morgan barely managed to stay erect.
"Done yet?" Gwen taunted. At that, Morgan jumped and charged at her. She used his momentum to flip him, and she got into the mount position, and held her arm at his throat, her other hand held Morgan's hands over his head. He tried to wiggle out of the hold, but she wasn't going anywhere, Morgan hit his foot against the mat three times, to signal that he yielded.
"Where did you learn that?" JJ asked Gwen, who barely broke a sweat.
"After I was kidnapped, my mom signed me up for MMA classes, plus I was kinda in the navy," She grinned and offered a hand to Morgan to help him up. I had created a bracket for this. Morgan and Gwen were my first pair on the list. My next pair was Reid and JJ. Both of them were fierce in their own ways.
"Next up, Reid and JJ," I called out. Both of them smiled. They were training partners, and both took Morgan's self defence class. JJ made the first move, with a spin kick. Reid blocked it, and kicked JJ in the side. She fell to the side , and swep kicked his legs. They both ended up on the floor and started grappling with each other. JJ eventually pinned Reid.
"Good job guys. Reid that is better than your last spar against someone on this team. Next up, Blake and Rossi," I exclaimed.
"Come on, old man," Blake taunted. Rossi attacked, and Blake slammed him on the ground, and she had him pinned.
"Good job Blake, Dave you need to work out a little more," I commented.
"Nice fight Rossi," Blake commented. They shook hands.
"Next up, Gwen and I," I told the team at large.
We circled each other, and I made the first move, I kicked out, and Gwen rolled under my kick. She stood back up and delivered a series of punches to my gut and head. I took the ones to my gut and blocked the ones to my head. She aimed a sweep kick at knees, I jumped over the kick, and she tried to tackle me. I put my hands on her shoulders, and brought my knee up, and she vaulted over me. I finally managed to tackle her, and she rolled over me. She had me pinned.
"Hey, bro, you need to just ask boy wonder out," Gwen told me. "I know that you like him."
"You really think I should?" I asked, as I rolled her over, and pinned her. She just nodded, and shrimped out of the hold, and she lunged and tried to pin me, while she brought her knee into my side. I rolled into the fetal position, and she had me pinned.
"Good fight you two," Dave commented.
Gwen got off me, and held out a hand to help me up. I smiled at her. She looked at me questioningly. I nodded at her.
"You have a month, Aaron," she told me. I nodded.
"That is enough training for the day. Now who's hungry?" I asked. The entire team raised their hands.
"I'm buying!" Dave exclaimed.
"Sweet, expensive steak for me," Morgan joked.
"Wherever we go, I am getting pasta," Gwen commented, as she walked to the locker rooms. The whole team changed out. Garcia was waiting for us. I was the first one out again, and I was in my suit. Gwen was next out, and she was in a long-sleeved emerald dress that went down to just below her knees, so her scars were hidden.
"You look really nice, Gwen," I commented
"Thank you Aaron, so do you," she responded. Reid came out next, in a nice pair of jeans, a button up, a sweater vest, and a tie. His hair had been gelled to kinda stick up.
"You look nice Reid," I told him. Reid blushed.
"You look nice as well, Hotch," Reid told me. I blushed lightly at that.
Morgan was the next one out, and he was dressed in black jeans and a maroon button up shirt. JJ came out next, dressed in jeans, a white blouse, and a black blazer. Blake came out after JJ, wearing her normal black slacks, white shirt, and black blazer. Rossi was the last one out, and he was wearing jeans, a white shirt, and a sport coat.
Morgan looped arms with Garcia, who looped arms with JJ. Gwen looped arms with Reid and I, and Rossi walked beside Blake, while laughing at our antics. We all walked to a nearby fancy restaurant, and we all walked in to enjoy ourselves.