Ok, so I wasn't actually gunna put the contents of this chapter in this chapter, but I go back to school tomorrow and I'm not gunna be able to post everyday like I do now, so I decided to give you guys something to hold onto. Sorry for the late notice, I was blocking it out.
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Morgan woke up before the Spencer's the next morning. He looked over at the other bed and had to put his hand over his mouth to stop from laughing loudly. The teen was sprawled put like when you're making a snow angel, and his head was at the completely different end of the bed than when he had fallen asleep.
The eldest chuckled as he got up and started making coffee. As the water sifted through the grounds, he turned and looked at the two again. "Puck" had moved in his sleep again. He was now more conservative with space. His knees were pulled up a little, his right hand was under his head and his left arm was stretched away from him. His left hand was off the actual bed.
They both look so cute in their sleep. Wait, what? Did I just call Reid cute? Well… I do call him Pretty Boy. Speaking of that, why doesn't he want me to call him that anymore? He hasn't complained about it in the how many years I've been calling him that? Why start now?
"Morgan!" The strong agent was pulled out of his thoughts by the object of his thoughts saying his name.
The doctor was standing in front of him with a confused look on his face.
"Sorry, what?" Derek asked.
"I asked you to take a step to the side so I could get a cup of coffee."
"Oh, uh, I'll get it. You should probably wake up Spencer before Hotch gets here."
"Ok."
Doctor Reid nodded and walked over to his cousin.
"Spencer." He said, looking down at the teen.
"Puck" didn't move. The elder sighed and shook Young Spencer roughly. Still the younger did nothing.
"Wow, are we sure he's still alive?" Derek asked, stirring the sugar into his colleague's coffee.
"Yea, he likes his sleep. Almost nothing can rouse him out of it."
"How are we gunna wake him up then?"
"I said almost nothing. Wanna go for a ride in the car Spencer?"
The teen immediately sat up.
"Car!" He exclaimed, holding his arms in the air victoriously.
"What?" Morgan asked confused.
"He's mostly dog." The doctor shrugged, going to take the coffee from his hands.
"It's true. I call bathroom first." Young Spencer smiled, getting up and rushing to the bathroom.
The adults rolled their eyes, but let him have it first.
"So, did you guys come up with anything else yesterday while I was calming him down?" Morgan asked.
"Well, one of Spencer's friends called my cell phone and told me about a bartender that they think will know something about the victims."
"How did the friend know your number?"
"Spencer pimps my number out. I think it's a bit of revenge for not letting him play Angry Birds on my phone."
"Well then. So, are we going to go check out the bartender?"
"Yea, and whoever goes will take Spencer with them, Hotch said that he should be out of the precinct as much as possible and when he is there, he should be with Garcia."
"Makes sense. So, did Hotch say who was going to talk to the bartender?"
"No, he said he'd figure it out last night and tell us when we reconvened."
"Well ok."
"Cousin!" Young Spencer yelled from the bathroom, the shower wasn't turned off yet.
"What?" The doc yelled back.
"I forgot to grab clothes, pick out an outfit for me; most of my clothes are in your bag."
"What?"
"Just do it."
The genius rolled his eyes but went over to his bag; he opened it up and saw the plethora of "Puck" status clothing. He rolled his eyes again as he started pulling things out, trying to create the perfect outfit. He was done in only about two and a half minutes. He grabbed the clothes and went to the bathroom.
"I have your clothes." He said to the bathroom door.
His cousin opened the door a crack, grabbed the clothes, pulled them into the room, and then closed the door again.
"You're welcome." The intellect said sarcastically, going back to his coffee.
"Thank you oh cousin dear."
"No."
Derek just chuckled at their antics.
"Will you hurry up? I need to get dressed too." Older Spencer asked, after he finished the last of his coffee.
"Why can't you get changed out there?"
"Because I'm not. Hurry up."
"Puck" sighed dramatically but opened the door and got out of the bathroom. His cousin grabbed some clothes than went into the bathroom to get changed.
Morgan looked at Young Spencer's clothing, he didn't understand it, but it still made him smile.
The teen was wearing a black shirt that said in blue writing; "Team Sam" and underneath that, in white it said; "Supernatural". He was wearing blue skinny jeans that matched the blue on his shirt. He had blue elbow length arm warmers on his arms. His blue and black Nike's were placed on his feet, making all the clothing connected. He had a necklace with a silver axe on it, and matching axe earrings.
"So, Pretty- uh, Reid is actually good at picking out clothes?" Derek asked.
"You can call him Pretty Boy you know. And yes, he is pretty good at making outfits." "Puck" smiled, making a cup of coffee for himself.
"Then why does he wear what he wears?"
"Personally, I think it's a defense mechanism. He dresses that way to ward people off from getting close to him, because he fears rejection for when they finally get to know him and see that he is not the norm. It is very common for not average people to do that." The teen smiled.
"Thanks for that Spencer." The person he was just talking about said sarcastically, coming out of the bathroom.
"Hey, I was raised not to lie."
The genius rolled his eyes.
"So if you don't agree with what he says, why do you wear that kind of stuff?" Morgan asked, not wanting the cousins to fight.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
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"Prentiss, Morgan, Reid's, you'll go talk to the bartender." Hotch instructed.
"Isn't that lot of us just to question someone?" Emily asked.
"Well, you and Reid are the ones that are really good at questioning, Morgan should be there just in case, and Spencer because… you know." Their leader said.
Everyone knew the real reason. Prentiss and Reid were really good at interviewing people, and Morgan was the one who had stopped "Puck" two times the day before.
"We'll get to it then." Emily smiled.
The quartet nodded and headed out.
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Reid was outside on a call, Prentiss and Morgan were sitting at a table waiting for the bartender to go on his break, and "Puck" was getting a drink from said bar. That's when Ethan came up and sat down.
"I heard you talking to the bartender, are you guys really from the BAU?" He asked them.
"Um, yea." Emily said, confused as to why this adult male was talking to them.
"I was actually gunna be in that, but decided against it. I'm Ethan."
"Wait, didn't Reid have a friend named Ethan who-" Derek started confused.
"Yup, this is the jerk." "Puck" said, walking up to them.
He had only malice in his tone and features. He angrily sat the glass on the table they were sitting around.
"Well well, if it isn't the little lost gay boy." Ethan said back, just as malicious.
"Did I miss something?" Prentiss whispered to Morgan.
The strong agent just shrugged, not wanting to miss what was happening.
"Whatever, at least I get laid; the same can't be said for you." The teen countered.
"Yea, getting fucked by weirdo's, I'm real jealous."
"I'm sorry, I've never been fucked by you, what other weirdo are you talking about?"
"I was plenty fine for your cousin."
"Yea, because he was naïve."
"Then why does he still want me?"
That made the teen even madder. He decked the annoying adult with his left arm.
"Oh my God, Puck are you bleeding." Emily asked, pointing to the dark stain on his inner lower left arm that was growing bigger.
"Oh what, do they not know about our little cutter?" Ethan asked patronizingly, coming back from being hit.
"That is none of your fucking business prick." Young Spencer said, glaring at the adult.
"Maybe if you didn't sell your body, you wouldn't feel so bad that you feel the need to cut yourself. Everyone knows it's just for attention anyway."
"I'm done." The teen shrugged before punching Ethan out of his chair.
The musician got mad then too. He hopped up and punched the teen. Morgan started getting up to beat Ethan up himself, but Prentiss put her hand on his shoulder.
"I have a feeling this fight had been brewing for a while, let them deal with this." She said, looking at them.
Derek sighed but sat down. Young Spencer could take care of himself, and was doing so just fine. "Puck" high kicked the jazz player in the jaw before doing a spin kick into his side. It took a bit for Ethan to recover, but when he did, he tackled the kid to the ground, pinning him. He started punching his face.
Morgan tried getting up again, but "Puck" saved himself. He used his weight to flip them over, and started punching his elder in the face.
"UGH! I wish he would just Justin the fuck up already and get the fuck rid of you!" Young Spencer said madly as he punched away.
Ethan used his weight like the prostitute had and flipped them over. He punched the younger as he spoke.
"He never will because he needs me. He's not good enough for anyone else, so he holds on to the one person who ever gave him attention. You're just mad that your little boyfriend got killed because of you!"
They flipped over again and the puncher switched to the punched.
"He is and always has been too good for you. The only reason that he was ever with you was because you made him feel ostracized and took advantage of his vulnerability." "Puck" said madly, punching out his aggression.
"You keep deluding yourself. No one else wants him." Ethan managed to spit out between punches.
"Excuse me?" Doctor Reid asked angrily.
Everyone looked at him. He was standing next to the table, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Spencer, it's not what it looks like." Young Spencer said, getting off the musician.
"How long have you been standing there?" Ethan asked, sitting up on his elbows, looking at the doctor with surprised eyes.
"Long enough to hear exactly what my ex-boyfriend really thinks of me." The genius said madly, looking at Ethan with very angry eyes.
"Cousin, it's not what you think. He just got mad at me and was taking it out on you because he knew I would react to that. You know that we've never gotten along very well." "Puck" said, holding his hands up in surrender.
Reid glared, turned and left the building.
"Spencer." The teen said, running after his cousin.
Derek held his arm out to stop him.
"Let him go, he needs to cool down. Why did you stick up for Ethan?" Morgan asked confused.
"I didn't, my cousin just has had enough heart break for a lifetime. I really gotta go talk to him."
The teen went to leave again, but turned to look at the strong agent.
"Take care of him for me, will you?" He asked, pointing back to Ethan.
Derek nodded. The prostitute rushed out of the building to go talk to his cousin. The strong agent walked over to the bleeding male who was still on the ground.
"You should leave." He advised the jerk.
"And let me guess, you're gunna make me?" Ethan rolled his eyes, standing up and dusting himself off.
"Yup. Do you want to take your chances with me when you couldn't take down a teen that weighs less than one hundred and thirty five pounds?" The strong agent asked, having been made mad by the musician's comments.
Ethan couldn't stop the slight terror that came into his eyes. He rolled his eyes but left.
"Let's go check on Reid." Derek said, turning around to look at Prentiss.
She nodded and followed him outside. Once outside, they saw the cousins hugging, and they smiled.
"Thanks Spencer." The doctor smiled, pulling away.
"No problem, coffee cake." The teen smiled.
"No!" The elder said with a smile.
They turned to look at the other agents.
"You guys don't we have to question a bartender?" The teen asked.
"Morgan and I will do it; I think they might not want you in there. Prentiss, will you please look after him?" The doc asked.
She smiled and nodded. The two adult males smiled and went inside. Prentiss looked at the prostitute.
"You actually are relatively ok for having been punched so many times." She said, looking at his bruises.
"I'll be fine, I'm a scrapper." He smiled at her.
"New Orleans isn't a really good place for you, is it? " She chuckled.
"Apparently not, I haven't gotten into two fights in two days since I was still in high school."
They both laughed, and shared a hug. After all that had happened, they both needed one.
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So, the contest is over. The answer was… obviously, Ethan. He was the him that Reid needed to get over. The two winners (I know I said only one, but only a few guessed and only two got it right.) are phantomreg and RogueStorm84. Your guys' prizes are picking one shots. You guys can give me a full on plot for a one shot, or just a word… or even just what rating you want it to be (though you can do that with the prompts as well). Have fun you guys! =) Phantomreg got it first so their one shot will be started and put up first, RogueStorm84's will be started and put up second.
Sorry it's been pretty inconsistent with the arm warmers or his arms being covered, I just kept getting wrapped up in what I was typing.
Hope those of you that understood it like the little QaF reference that was in the fight scene.