A/N: Tags to 'The Fox.' Anyone interested on a summer kink meme…?
A Good Man- All that Glistens…
There were too many of the rings, far too many. Every one of the those golden bands represented another dead family, and that didn't sit too well with Spencer Reid at all. None of them had deserved to die…..
"Reid," Jason Gideon called quietly. Reid hadn't heard him, though. "Reid," he said again, just a bit louder.
"Mhhm?" Reid turned over in his chair so that he was facing Gideon. "What is it?"
"You did good for your first solo interview," he replied. "Considering the nature of the case-"
"The nature of the case is brutal," Spencer interrupted, suddenly irritated. "All the cases are. Any of the other team members would have done the same thing I had- or at least get the same conclusions as me." He knew that he was being irrational, but Spencer was annoyed and tired of being looked at so childishly, especially by Gideon.
"I don't exactly agree with that," Gideon sighed. "Hotch would have scared the UnSub into closing up on us because he has a son of his own. Morgan would have slammed his fist into the table to prove he's just as tough as the UnSub, and we both know that wouldn't have ended well. Elle would have fussed around with him and start trying convince him that she sympathizes with him….And then she'd turn on him and try to prove her worth like Morgan. Me? I'd be too predictable for him, and let's face it, too old. He would have thought that I would try to use my wisdom to trick him. But you? You're younger than him, less strong. You were less of a threat, and that put him off-guard. Your technique was golden- you got him to open up." Gideon reached over on the table and pulled the box closer of wedding rings closer to them. "You helped stop this box from becoming more full That should be enough to help you sleep tonight."
"Yeah, I know," Reid nodded falsely. "Thanks, Gideon. I'll…I'll you see you tomorrow." Spencer Reid waved awkwardly before walking out on Gideon. He just didn't understand him some times.
Aaron Hotchner walked into the conference room after he saw Reid leave. A frown had crossed his lips when he 'overheard' the conversation. He had started noticing the way Reid had been reacting to Gideon lately, and finally he decided it was time to approach Gideon about it. He sat down opposite of the older agent and waited for his opening.
"This is about Reid, isn't it?" Gideon asked.
"Give him some space, Jason. He's still fairly new at this; let him get to know the job better himself-"
"You think I'm crippling him? You think I'm holding him back, Aaron?" Gideon frowned.
Hotch stood from his seat and straightened out his tie. "I think, Jason," he started, "that Reid's a very capable field agent who needs to learn how to…" Aaron's eyes glanced at the box full of rings before continuing, "…glisten on his own." Hotch grabbed his suitcase again and started to the door. "Have a good night, Jason."
"Yeah, you too," Gideon nodded back. "Oh, and Aaron?" Hotch paused in the doorframe. "I'll….I'll work on loosening the leash, so to say."
"Good," Aaron nodded. "Because if you don't, I'll do it myself."
"Good night," Jason smiled.
"Yeah," Aaron smiled back, "you too."