Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds

A/N: Sorry for randomly changing Shawn's name to Sean. It is back to Shawn now. Sorry this took so long, and it is so pathetically short. I was really busy. Oh, and I'm ignoring the last episode of Criminal Minds. It doesn't exist. Hotch can't leave, not even temporarily. Jerk.

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Groggily, Hotch forced his eyes open, only an hour after he'd fallen asleep. He sat still, his head tilted away from the light coming in from the hallway, trying to find out what had made him wake up. Slowly, he became aware of the faint ringing of his cell phone from where he'd left it in the bathroom with his go-bag. Groaning, Hotch stood, being careful not to wake Reid. As he walked down the hall the ringing stopped, and then started again before he even made it to the bathroom door. With a sigh, Hotch bent down and picked up the insistent device, flipping it open and pressing it to his ear.

"Hello?" Hotch grumbled, slumping against the wall.

"Are you okay?"

Hotch stood up straight at the panicked tone of Garcia's voice. "I'm fine…Garcia, what happened?"

There was a pause on the other line. "You're….not at home?"

Rubbing a hand over his face, Hotch kept in a sigh. "Garcia, just tell me what happened."

"I'm not really sure…I got a call that the cops were sent to your apartment." Garcia still sounded confused, and Hotch could almost see the way she was pouting, even while frantically trying to pull up the police reports and anything else pertaining to the incident.

Hotch was still groggy, but began to frantically get changed, throwing his clothes on hap-hazardously. "Could you try to find out what happened for me?" Hotch asked as he pulled on his shoes, his voice laced with irritation.

"Uh…right, yes, I am…just-just give me one second." Hotch could still hear the faint clicking of keys, but as he began to walk out of the apartment, the sound of the bedroom door opening caught his attention. He spun around, and felt a rush of guilt as he took in the sight of Reid staring at him, confused and half asleep, looking somewhat like a little kid. Hotch paused, looking away from Reid. "Garcia…just call me back later, I'm going to head over there." There was a slight sound of protest on the other end of the line, but Hotch ignored it, and snapped his phone shut.

"Aaro-Hotch?" Reid squeaked, doing his best to look awake-and failing completely. "What's happened? Why are you leaving?" The way his lip stuck out in a pout added to the little kid image, and Hotch hurried to Reid, gathering him into a hug. Reid slumped against him, and yawned, already half-asleep on his feet.

"I just have to go by my house and get something," Hotch assured, turning Reid around, and half-leading, half-dragging him back into the bedroom. Reid let out a soft moan of protest, letting Hotch set him down on the bed, but curled his fingers into Hotch's sleeve, and pulled him down next to him on the bed.

"Hotch, something happened, you were talking to Garcia. Please just tell me Hotch." Even though Reid couldn't quite get his eyes to stay open, he managed to give Hotch a beseeching look, pressing his cheek against Hotch's shoulder.

"It's nothing, really. Garcia got a call that the police had been sent to my apartment. I'm just going to go check things out." Reid sat up straight, his eyes narrowed, a dangerous scowl setting onto his face.

"You have no idea what's going on over there, and you were just going to run over, alone?" Reid growled, voice scratchy with sleep, but alert enough to be angry. Hotch resisted the urge to roll his eyes, and brushed a curled strand of hair off of Reid's forehead, tucking it behind an ear.

"It's not as bad as you make it sound, Spencer. The cops are already there, and probably have everything sorted out. I'm just going to go and find out what happened."

Reid made a face, his brow crinkling and his lips pursing, and Hotch cringed slightly at the thoughtful, calculating look on the genius' face. "You were just going to leave without telling me? What if something had happened?"

"If you are trying to give me a guilt trip, it's working," Hotch sighed, twisting his body away and standing. Reid stood also, and clumsily began gathering clothes from the dresser. With a sigh, Hotch rubbed a hand over his face. "Spencer, what are you doing?"

"I'm going to get dressed, and then we are going to go and find out what happened at your apartment." There was a stubborn edge to his voice, but Hotch ignored it, walking over and grabbing Reid's hands as Reid began to unbutton his pajama top.

"Please, just go to bed, and I'll be back in a few minutes," Hotch pleaded. Reid responded by yanking his hands away, and then pulling the top up over his head, and then tossing it onto the ground. Without thinking, Hotch turned to give Reid privacy as he undressed the rest of the way.

"I don't understand why you don't want me to go. Like you said earlier, the cops are there, and probably have everything straightened out. I'll be safer there, with you and some cops, then I will be here, alone." And of course, Reid made perfect sense, but that didn't relieve the uneasy feeling in the pit of Hotch's stomach at the thought of Reid going to his apartment with him. Hotch turned when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Reid was fully dressed, minus shoes, and looked a little guilty. "I'll stay right next to you the whole time," he promised. Hotch forced a smile.

"Okay," Hotch murmured reluctantly. Reid nodded, and led Hotch into the living room, slipping on his shoes and coat before heading out the door. As they drove, Hotch still couldn't shake off his uneasy feeling.

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A/N: Yeah, this is just a short one. I've had like…three tests in the past week (college tests) and I had to get a lot of my homework done early, because I'm heading home for the weekend, and didn't want to have to do homework while I'm there. But, hopefully I'll be quicker with the chapters after this.