From A to Z, we are family

by SmartBlackRose

Collections of drabble/shot stories/one shot. Mainly Reid-centric and Reid/Hotch relationship. There will eventually be one for each letter of the alphabet. I will put a rating at the beginning of each story because it's mixed. Rated M for that reason, but most are K/K

20. S for Shots

Rating: K+

Pairing: Hotch/Reid

Warning: Alcool abuse

Shots

He knew that was a bad idea. They never went out together on a Friday night. Always in the weekdays, usually when they finished a case and they were free the next day. Never, ever on a Friday. Those were reserved for families and outside-of-work friends. But Emily had suggested it and everyone was free, so they agreed. It was a bar where they never went before, with booths and they all sat together. It was fine at first. The atmosphere had been nice. Not much noise, so they could talk to each other without screaming.

Spencer was surprised to find that he really enjoyed it. He didn't really drink, and Aaron was getting more open about their relationship, which he really enjoyed because he could get small attentions in public. But then they started playing games. Shooter after shooter. Nobody forced Reid into anything, especially since they would need a driver. Rossi apparently got in the mood, because all the drinks were on him and everyone took advantage of it. For now, Reid had counted on average 12 shooters each. He knew it wouldn't end well. Everyone was terribly drunk and their games became messier. At the end of the night, which was at about 2 am, he drove everyone back home. Aaron fell like a brick on the bed and Reid slid next to him, just tired. He awoke when the sun was rising, realising that Aaron was missing. Then he heard him. He was hurling in the bathroom and Reid grunted, getting up.

"I feel like hell", a very sobered man said to him.

"I assumed."

Hotch turned from him to throw up again and Reid ran a clothe under the water before pressing it on the back on Aaron's neck, rubbing his back.

"Do you think you can go back to bed?", Spencer wondered.

"I don't know."

"Come on, I'll help you", he said, pulling him up.

He put him to bed and pressed the cold clothe against his forehead. He slid next to him and Aaron turned around, burying his head in his chest. The hangover could wait a couple of hours.

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This is it! Little domestic scene!

SmartBlackRose :)