Solace
Summary: In which Reid finds himself...with a little help from Hotch and Rossi. *evil grin*
A/N: Not sure I'm happy with the flow of this chapter, but oh well. The real fun begins in the next chapter. ;)
Disclaimer: Sometimes in the wee hours of the morning, I feel so close, as though I could reach out and touch them, but, alas, I own them not.
Part Two
Rossi was watching Hotch while Hotch watched Reid goof off in the bullpen. Hotch had a look of familiar passion that turned his chocolate eyes almost black. Rossi was well aware of how fiercely his boyfriend lusted after Reid, and he didn't mind. He couldn't really blame him, if he thought about it honestly.
"See something you like?" Rossi asked his lover quietly, the humor evident in his voice. Reid was bent over Morgan's desk, trying to snatch something out of his hand. Hotch's gaze was fixed firmly on Reid's ass through the open blinds and, a barely perceptible smile played on his lips. Rossi had a good idea what was going through the other man's mind.
"Did youknow Reid was gay?" Hotch asked, turning toward his boyfriend. He couldn't let himself get too carried away in an office full of profilers. He had kept his feelings for Reid under wraps for this long, but Reid's non-verbal confession this morning threatened to be his undoing.
He might have a chance.
"I had my suspicions." Hotch turned back to Reid. He had recovered the object from Morgan and was now sort of dancing around the bullpen, arms raised in triumph as Morgan glowered.
"You know, Aaron, I was thinking...maybe we should have the boy over for dinner." Hotch raised an eyebrow.
"Any particular reason?"
"Well, I think you should go for it... I think we should go for it." Hotch didn't even try to hide his surprise.
"Reid?" he asked in a hoarse whisper.
"I know you're in love with Reid. I love him, too, though not the same way you do. Doesn't mean would mind sharing our bed with him." Rossi smiled. "I'm secure in what we have and I think he'd fit well with us." Hotch didn't need any more convincing than that. He leaned back in his chair and thought for a moment before sending Reid a short text: "My office." Reid excused himself from the other agent and walked to Hotch's office.
"Shut the door, Reid, and have a seat," Hotch ordered, doing his best to keep his face blank. Reid sat in the chair next to Rossi and began to ramble nervously.
"Look Hotch, I'm sorry, but my paperwork was finished an hour ago and I had too much coffee today and ice cream for lunch and we were just trying to blow off some steam –" Hotch held his hand up for Reid to stop and it was then that he noticed that Rossi was smiling at him. He cleared his throat and fell silent.
"Reid," Hotch began, "do you have plans after work tonight?" Reid shook his head. "Dave and I would like you to join us for dinner." Reid blink rapidly and scrunched up his face.
"Uh, sure, I'd like that."
"You remember where my place is?" Rossi asked.
"I have an eidetic memory. Of course I remember."
"Good. Meet us there at seven," Hotch said and made a motion to dismiss him.