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Slash Pairings
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They walked up to their hotel room and Hotch tipped the gentleman who gave them a friendly wave.
"When you boys plan on heading out to that club see me before you do."
Hotch nodded and closed the door, turning back around to see Reid taking in their room with an amazed look.
"We never get rooms this nice…" He breathed and Hotch couldn't help but smile. "Do we really have to go out tonight?"
Hotch ran a hand through his jet black hair and set his suitcase down, "Well, I would prefer to not go to that club until we have some backup but we do need to go out and check out a few areas."
"Dinner?" Reid suggested.
"That sounds like a good idea. Just let me get changed…"
Reid nodded and set about getting settled in the room. He took his gun and one of Hotch's (who refused to part with his smaller side arm that he kept on his leg) along with their credentials and placed them in the room safe. He set the combination to be Jack's birthday, something that would be easy for Hotch to remember since Reid would remember anything. Hotch came out of the bathroom in a button up shirt that was light blue and a pair of slacks.
It wasn't that far from what he normally wore but yet it was so different that Reid took a moment to tear his eyes away.
"…we look so mismatched." Reid walked towards him.
"Well, you did go shopping with Garcia."
Reid smiled coyly and walked directly up to Hotch, putting his hand on his chest. "And whose fault is that?"
Hotch leaned forward and gave Reid a quick kiss, something with a promise of more to come later behind it.
"C'mon, Spencer. Let's go."
"Sure thing, Aaron."
The night life in L.A. was fascinating to Reid and he knew it was something clearly more fitting towards Morgan's style. People were giving him second glances and judging by how tight his jeans were, he wasn't sure if they were good ones. Hotch's arm went around him and steered him into a restaurant that was directly across from the club.
"We'll find a bookstore later for you."
Reid smiled and nuzzled his face into Hotch's side. He loved being able to be so open like this but in the back of his mind he was telling himself to not get used to it.
"Table for two?"
Hotch asked for an outdoor table which had a nice view of the club's patrons that were lined up to party for the night.
"I love this weather." Reid smiled as a plate of bread sticks was placed in front of them. "It's so different from Virginia."
Hotch laughed quietly as his eyes became somewhat fixated on Reid eating a bread stick.
"Are you trying to give me a hint?" He asked and Reid blushed and bit down to quickly chew the rest.
"Ah, no. I mean most of all subtle hints are done with at least twenty minutes of planning and this was so spontaneous…"
"Spencer, I'm just joking."
"Right…right…sorry." He rubbed the back of his head and blinked in pure surprise when food was placed before him.
"I ordered while you were off day dreaming with that bread stick." Hotch explained simply.
"You're lucky I love pasta." Reid told him cheekily, "Any kind of pasta really. You know that pasta was recorded as being made as early the seventeen hundreds B.C.E and that the Romans baked their pasta, it was the Italians who started to boil it."
Hotch smirked at the expression on the waiter's face as he came to refill their drinks.
"You should see him talk about coffee."
The next afternoon, Morgan and Rossi were organizing the undercover cops, putting them into groups and instructing them on tactics.
"Now, there will be two federal agents inside that club which means under no circumstances are you to draw your weapons."
"But what if the perp grabs a guy?" A young asked in a button up shirt that was only half way buttoned and black slacks that were tight on his hips.
"In that case our agents will drop cover and announce who they are; once they do you can return to normal procedures." Morgan answered as began to tie his own tie into an artfully loose knot. He and Rossi were going in as club bouncers with cooperation from the club's owner while Prentiss was going to be placed as a bartender.
"Sir, isn't just easier to show us what your agents look like?"
Rossi frowned at the rookie and shook his head, "Unsubs are masters at reading people. They'll be able to tell if you have any sort of familiarity with someone even if you don't realize you're showing it yourself. We can't risk that."
Prentiss straightened her halter top and attempted to ignore the prying glances of the officers who were subconsciously moving closer to her, "We're looking for someone between the ages of twenty and forty which is possibly going to be a hefty majority at this club. Our unsub is going to be alone for most of the night and will be targeting couples who are drastically different ages, we're looking at about ten years difference in each. So we need each of you to locate couples that match this description and put eyes on them. Our best chance at catching this unsub is simply by guarding those he goes after."
Rossi pulled on a suit jacket as Morgan rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, "This unsub is going to be alone for most of the night but chances are that he'll be stalking his victims the moment they enter the club. He might even approach them or buy them a drink, nothing too alarming and then he will more than likely back off and wait for them to leave the main area."
All three FBI agents noted that a few of their officers looked less than pleased at the assignment but one in particularly was more than subtle with his disgust. He didn't say anything though but declined to have a partner as they were all split up into pairs and groups of three.
"Prentiss, your shift starts in thirty. Head over there with Morgan and I'll finish stuff up here." Rossi said and Prentiss nodded and left the room with Morgan. The older FBI agent walked between the pairs of undercovers, making sure none of them fit the unsubs victimology until he came to the last officer, who had refused any partners.
"Alright men, head on out. Remember what you're looking for and report anything odd to myself or any other FBI agent."
The men and women nodded and followed Morgan and Prentiss's path out of the room. The lone officer made to move as well but Rossi's hand on his arm stopped him.
"I get this isn't going to be a walk in the park for you but we have a job to do." Rossi told him slowly.
The officer's eyes flashed defiantly but he adverted them quickly, "I know, sir. I'm going to do my job, just don't ask me to like it." He pulled his arm out of Rossi's grip and stormed out of the room. Rossi simply shook his head and followed, making a note to not only watch out for Hotch and Reid but for the young officer as well.
Reid was staring down at his suitcase, shirtless and his hair dripping and clinging to his face. He had just gotten out of the shower and was trying to figure out what was the best combination of weird and tight that Garcia had picked out for him to wear. He knew that his friends were going to be at the club along with a good chunk of officers from the LAPD and he was nervous about the reactions he was going to get.
"Spencer?" Hotch's voice cut through Reid's train of thought and he turned to see his lover standing in front of the bathroom in his pressed shirt and boxers. His tie was undone and around his neck but what Reid couldn't really help but notice was how his intense dark eyes were lingering over his still wet, half naked body.
"…I can't figure out what to wear."
Hotch grinned and Reid felt himself go red in the face. His long fingers went up to push his hair back as Hotch walked over to look into Reid suitcase for himself.
"Those pants…" Hotch pointed to a pair that were ripped in places Reid didn't think could happen naturally. "And that purple shirt." Hotch's voice was husky and Reid could tell he was enjoying picturing him in the club wear.
"I'm going to tell Garcia how much you love the outfits she picked." Reid muttered, picking up the shirt Hotch had pointed out.
"Only if you tell her why." Hotch laughed and gave Reid a kiss as he moved back to get ready.
Reid shook his head as he went to get ready as well for what would probably be a very intense night, "…on second thought, maybe I'll just keep that to myself."
Club Night next chapter hot damn