The day was quiet and uneventful, as every paperwork day was. They were used to being out on the road fighting crime, so the day after each case, which was reserved for paperwork, was hard for them. Morgan complained the most, and Reid wanted to throw something at him. Prentiss's stress ball hit Morgan in the side of the face, and he knew she had taken care of that for him. The others bantered and talked more then they worked, but Reid didn't have much to say. They talked about their night out, and what was he supposed to say? That he and Hotch crossed professional lines and slept together? His head spun slowly with nausea, and he considered going to the bathroom and throwing up. The dry breakfast he had eaten sat in his stomach like a ton of bricks, and he wished more then anything that his digestive system would just pick up the pace.

To make matters even worse, he was strangely craving Dilaudid. He missed the numbness it brought to his mind and the hype awareness it brought to his body. He'd wondered more then once when he was shooting up about how sex would feel when he was high. He even considered masturbation to find out, but he'd always chickened out. He knew for a fact that Hotch wasn't going to be willing to let him try, so he'd never know; but now he wondered if shooting up would make his head stop pounding.

"Reid?" Morgan threw the stress ball at him, hitting him in the shoulder. His head snapped up, and he realized his eyes had been shut. "Are you alright, man? You haven't said a word all day." Reid glanced up at the clock, noticing that it was quarter after four, and considered telling Morgan that the whole day hasn't even gone by yet, but thought better of it.

"Just tired," he said weakly, hoping he would drop it, but knowing he wouldn't. Morgan looked genuinely concerned for him, and he almost felt bad. He imagined the look on Morgan's face if he were to tell him what was on his mind now, and what he had done last night. Everyone overlooked the fact that he was in fact a human man, that had urges and desires; that he wanted other things in life then knowledge.

"Listen Reid, about what happened in-"

"Morgan, I'm okay. I just need time to figure some things out," he interrupted, glancing at the three other agents. They had all already finished their files and Reid only had a few left, and he knew they could all leave soon. He wanted to be away from them and back in Hotch's arms. He glanced up at Hotch's office, watching as him and Rossi laughed over something. That made him illogically jealous, and the feeling worried him. Hotch could enjoy someone's company that wasn't him. He did want to be able to make Aaron smile like he was right now though, and he made that this own person goal of the night.

Rossi came to the door and Reid quickly looked away, listening to Rossi's footsteps as he came down the stairs. "Well guys, I don't know about you, but I'd like to get out of here." The three others got up all in unison and grabbed there things.

"Rossi, let's get a drink," Morgan suggested, adding JJ and Prentiss to the invite list. "You too, Reid."

"Guys, it's not even five o'clock and you are going to go drink? I have files to finish and I don't think you should be drinking this early. Alcohol-"

"I guess that means he's not coming, so it's just us," Rossi interrupted, patting Spencer's shoulder as he headed for the door. The others followed closely, and Reid had the image of baby ducks following their mother in a row. He watched them all get on the elevator, and silently wondered if he should have went with them, because a part of him wanted to.

When a hand landed on his shoulder, Reid squeaked in shock. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He looked up into Hotch's dark eyes, and he felt something in his stomach flutter.

"I didn't even hear you come down," Reid said, fixing his sunglasses that had slid a little down his face.

"Are you almost done? I'd like to go get a bite to eat and grab Jack, which you are welcome to join me for." Hotch smiled at him, and Reid turned to gather his things.

"I have a few files left, but my heads starting to bother me; I'll finish tomorrow morning." Hotch nodded silently and watched Reid put everything in an unorganized pile and throw his bag over his shoulder. Hotch had always found the way Reid's movements weren't fluid interesting. He seemed like everything he did was like looking at a different picture that was taken in a sequence. Each move was carefully calculated and thought out, as if he was afraid he would make a mistake if he didn't plan it ahead of time. "Should I come back to your place with Jack there? Wont he ask questions?" Reid asked as he followed Hotch out to his car.

"He might, but I'll just tell him your a friend of mine. I'll tell him you make me happy, and that will be enough. He's obsessed with my happiness." That made Reid smile inside, knowing that someone wanted Hotch to be happy, because he knew that Aaron would forget if someone didn't remind him. He climbed in on the passenger side and watched as Hotch loosened his tie. He was probably the only one on the team to ever see Hotch without his tie, and he was proud of himself for that.

"Any ideas on something to eat?" Hotch asked.

"Uh, I'm not really hungry," Reid said quietly, staring out the window at nothing.

"Fast food it is, I'll get you fries." Reid knew protesting would be pointless, so he just settled back and enjoyed he peaceful silence that had fallen between them. He was surprised at how easy it was to just be with Hotch. Hotch, his high strung, impatient, demanding, fast paced, boss was just a person after the elevator doors opened on the first floor. Aaron drove through a drive through and ordered himself a burger and fries, and then got an extra fry for Reid. "We can share a drink," Hotch winked, and Reid swore his heart melted.

He tried, he really did, to eat the fries. He only managed to eat two before his stomach protested, and he dropped the third one back into the bag. "You tried, it's alright. You'll get your apatite back eventually," Aaron said soothingly, and Reid relaxed knowing he didn't have to force anymore down his throat. Hotch ate all his food and Reid's fries.

"Can you take me home to get clothes really quick?" Reid asked.

"Of course. You can shower at my place later if you want," Hotch said, getting off at the next exit and heading for Reid's apartment. When they arrived, Reid hoped out of the car, assuring Hotch he'd only be a few minutes. "Take your time."

Reid hastily unlocked his front door and barged in. He headed right for his bedroom, grabbing the bag he used as his go bag along the way. He picked out two pairs of pants and two shirts, boxers and socks too. He grabbed flannel pants to sleep in and a t-shirt, and he really felt like he was going to a slumber party. He even managed to grab his tooth brush and razor in his rush back out the the car, eager not to keep Hotch waiting.

"That was quick," Aaron chuckled as Reid climbed back in.

"I can be as fast as you," Reid replied, testing out their newly found lightheartedness. Hotch's jaw dropped for a moment, and then he cracked up. Reid crossed his goal he made earlier off his list, and his heart swelled with pride.

"Spencer Reid made a suggestive joke? Wow, the world has gone to hell," Hotch replied, resting his hand over Reid's again. They sat like that for the rest of the ride, and Spencer couldn't be more pleased. Everything seemed better again now that he was with Hotch. Afraid to identify his feelings, he chose to ignore the way his heart sped up when Hotch's fingers gripped his a little tighter.

They even managed to make small talk about nothing, until they pulled up to a house Reid hadn't seen before. "You can stay in the car if you want, I'll be right back," Hotch said, smiling at him comfortingly. Just as Aaron was getting out of the car, a little blond boy ran out the front door and barreled towards him. Reid watched, smiling, as Jack jumped into Hotch's waiting arms.

A woman came out of the house, who Reid assumed was Jessica, and Hotch carried Jack over to her. He kissed her on the cheek and they chatted for a moment before Jack kissed her goodbye as well. Reid waited patiently for Hotch put Jack in the car and get in himself, and it was only then that Jack seemed to notice his presence. "Jack, you remember Spencer, right? He's my friend from work." Reid looked at the little boy in the review mirror, smiling when their eyes met.

"I remember Spencer. Hi Spencer, are you coming over?" Reid glanced over at Aaron for help.

"Yeah buddy, he's going to eat dinner with us and sleepover too. If that's okay with you?" Aaron winked at Reid again, and it had the same effect as the first time. He enjoyed listening to Hotch communicate with his son, it lightened his mood.

"Yeah it's okay daddy, as long as I can watch T.V. before I go to bed," Jack said seriously.

"Of course, Spencer doesn't watch television much anyway." Jack continued to chatter about his day, and Hotch listened; chiming in when he saw fit. Spencer even added a few things to the conversation himself, which pleased Aaron deeply. The moment was perfect in Hotch's eyes, and his heart was flying as they approached his place. He got Jack out of the car and the three of them crossed the distance to the building. Jack ran ahead, taking Hotch's keys with him. "He figured out how to use the key, and now he always wants to unlock the door," he informed Reid.

"He's a smart kid, he talks well," Spencer commented, trying to pretend he was used to dealing with children. Honestly, children and animals hated him, and Hotch knew that. He just hoped Jack was different. Jack left the door open for them, and Hotch shut it behind him. Jack had already made himself comfortable on the couch, remote in hand. Unsure of what to do with himself, Spencer followed Aaron closely. So close, that he even bumped into him when he stopped walking.

"Make yourself comfortable, Spencer. My house is your house, you have nothing to be nervous about," Hotch assured him, placing a quick kiss on Spencer's cheek. Determined to feel comfortable here, Spencer went to join Jack on the couch. The little boy hardly noticed him as he sat down, and he was grateful that he could just sit there and pretend to watch the show. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Hotch move through the rooms, cleaning and doing whatever. He smelled something at the same time Jack did, and Jack was off the couch and in the kitchen in seconds.

"Mac n' Cheese!" He exclaimed, running back in with a bowl.

"I don't suppose you'd like some?" Aaron asked, even though he knew it was a long shot.

"Not right now, maybe later," Reid said politely, and Aaron rolled his eyes.

Aaron stared at him, and Reid looked away. "I want to show you something, come here," Hotch said after a moment. Spencer took one last look at Jack, who was staring mesmerized at the screen and got up to follow Hotch. Hotch led him to his bedroom, and shut the door once he was in. "What did you-" He was cut off by Hotch's lips on his, hot and heavy. Reid reacted by wrapping his arms around Hotch's neck and pulling him closer. Since he'd felt Aaron's lips on his own, he'd thought about it all day, though his memory didn't do this justice.

"I'm sorry," Hotch breathed in his ear, "I've been waiting to do that all day."

Reid smiled against his neck, hugging him tightly, "You never have to be sorry for that."