So, I have come to realize that apparently many of you are actually Mormon… so I just want to make it absolutely clear that I have nothing against Mormons as a whole, the instances in here of Mormons to "Puck" and Our favorite doctor are based on my own personal experiences with the religion. So… yea. I'm sorry if something happens that offends you guys that are Mormon, I truly don't mean it too.
Also, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR REVIEWING! =D Please keep it up, it made me happy and I get to get a feel for what you guys like. =)
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Luckily, the case was closed before anymore family drama could happen, and they were all happy to finally be on the jet home.
"I'll come back." "Puck" said, looking out the window as the plane left the ground.
"What?" Emily asked, truly surprised that he would want to go back to his *bleep* of a family.
"I'll come back. One day, in the future, my husband, our three kids… or twins, and I, we will take a trip. We will come back here, and we will find them. When we find my family, I will tell them exactly what they did… the things that I will never do. And I will tell them that my husband and I will be better parents for them, because we will love our children… and we will stick up for each and every one of them. And then my kids will talk to them… and they'll say that no matter what their other siblings do... they will always treat them like a human… they will always shower them with love… so that they never contemplate… things." The teen ager said all of this in the same soft tone, his eyes not focusing on anyone.
He took a small break to draw in a shaky breath at a few points… but everyone on the plane took it in stride, knowing that they were getting to see one of the very final layers of the enigma they loved… free from any of his filters like clothing or references.
"I wish that for you." Doctor Reid's voice was just as soft as his cousins, an ever so tiny smile playing on his lips as he looked at his family member with love and hope in his eyes.
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The first day back to the BAU, Young Spencer decided to wear a punk outfit. His leather pants were skin tight and had gashed in the front held together by thick black cords that made the pants look like corseting, his black tank top said "Keep Calm And Get A Tattoo, his high heeled shoes looked like skeleton feet on the sides, his black arm warmers had designs of different objects on them in neon green. For jewelry he had on three bracelets, one with spikes all over it, one that looked like claws wrapped around his wrist, and another that looked like a coiled snake; he also had on four necklaces, a silver heart, a bronze telescope, a pendant with a skeleton on it, and one that had a profile of a silver skeleton with fangs and with a helmet on. It was all topped off with thick lines of make up around his gorgeous green eyes.
"Cool outfit, but we're still gunna talk about your schooling." Elder Spencer said, leaning against the door jamb while crossing his arms as he looked at his younger cousin.
"Ugh! Why? You want me to go, I don't wanna, we're at an impasse." The teen shrugged, mussing up his hair slightly as he looked into the mirror in the bathroom.
"Ok, I'll make you a deal, You agree to go back to school, having full control over which one you go to, and I'll give you as many details as you ask for about all of my dates with Tracker."
"Really? Everything I ask about, even if it's dick size?" The prostitute asked, turning to look at the profiler with a raised eyebrow.
"… Yes." The doc answered with an eye roll after a huge sigh.
"Puck" smiled.
"Deal, And we'll start looking at schools tomorrow. Now come on, we mustn't be late for work."
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"So, you and Spencer want to come out to the bar with us tonight?" Garcia asked with a smile.
"I'll be there, but his continuation date for the one that the case cut short is tonight." "Puck" smiled, looking into his compact mirror at his eyeliner.
"Do you think he'll introduce us to… what's the guy's name?"
"Tracker, and eh. Most likely if it gets serious, but right now it's more of a casual thing to get his mind off… Uh… I'll get us some coffee." The teen said, snapping the compact shut and nearly running to the kitchen thing.
He wasn't exactly sure if he should bring anything up about Derek to Penelope… especially in reference to his cousin, so he decided to flee before it went any further.
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"Honest to God Spencer Kingsley Reid! You're the one that wants me to go out with him! Can I please get into the bathroom?!" Doctor Reid shouted, banging on the door to the one bathroom.
"This wouldn't happen if your date was at a different time than the bar! I'm finishing my makeup, wait five fucking seconds!" The teen shouted back.
The elder got quiet, still glaring at the door. Less than a minute later, the prostitute opened the door, revealing his ensemble. He was in a knee length rainbow zebra print halt top dress, black almost knee high leather boots were on his legs, steam punk goggles with slotted lenses were resting on his head while a red leather pentagram pouch necklace was set against his sternum, he had five bracelets in total on his wrists; on his left was a brown cuff that had a large silver razor blade on it, a silver open ended one that looked like a double ended safety pin, and a brown beaded on that had a set of bright red cherries hanging off of it. On his right wrist was a black slip on bracelet with studs poking out of it and a red chained necklace that was wrapped around several times with a bloody butcher's knife on the end of it. His eyes were accentuated by slightly less makeup than he had on earlier. His ears held spike looking earrings in the lobes and a piercing through his industrial that said "Fuck You".
"I don't even have time to comment on that outfit." Elder Reid sighed, pushing past his cousin to get into the bathroom.
"I like your outfit too!" The youth shouted, slightly agitated as the door slammed shut.
They knew neither was actually mad, they were just annoyed at their schedules conflicting and not being able to do much to stop from getting in each other's way.
"Puck" shrugged as he walked towards the bathroom, thinking over how cute his cousin really did look in the outfit he had picked out himself.
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"WOW, you look amazing." Tracker smiled, looking up and down the doctor's body.
The elder Reid was wearing a light purplish grey shirt with sleeves that went to about elbow length, a black leather jacket was unzipped over top of it. On his left wrist were two bracelets one was a plain black chord bracelet the other was a black cord bracelet that had a silver infinity sign on it. He had a wing necklace on as well as slightly worn blue jeans and grunge looking combat boots.
"Thanks, so do you." The doctor smiled, biting his lip slightly.
Tracker was in a simple black shirt, black pants, and black running shoes. On anyone else, it would look gothic, but on the blonde, it didn't.
"Well… If I check you out any longer, we'll miss our reservation. Italian and a movie, right?" The blonde male smiled, blushing slightly.
"Yea sounds amazing." The FBI agent smiled, beginning the walk to the white truck his date owned.
The male who worked in a book store followed, trying his best to look like he wasn't checking out his date's ass.
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"So then he pretended to kick you so you could get his gun?" The blonde asked, his mouth open slightly at the tale.
"Well, he did actually kick me, but it wasn't as hard as if he were actually angry at me."
"Holy crap… were you ok?"
"Yea, I was a provable genius in high school at twelve, it was nothing. I finally passed my gun test though."
"That's so amazing… it makes all of my stories sound like middle school conquests." Tracker laughed, twisting his Alfredo around his fork.
"No, come on, tell me. I'll love your stories, I promise."
"No, they're lame." The blonde shook his head, not looking up from his plate.
"No, come on, please tell me." The genius begged, smile on his face.
"Alight, there was this one time. So, it was almost closing time, and so there were only a few people in the store and the girl who was supposed to be working with me had called in sick, so I was all alone there, and I hear something. I know I know the noise… but I can't think of it, so I decide to start walking around to try to find it. And about five minutes later, I find the source of the noise. This girl with boobs the size of flotation devices is pressed against the newest editions of Liz Carlyle books while this guy with buzzed hair in a wife beater is pounding into her."
"No!" Elder Reid gasped, smile on his face as he listened intently to the story.
"Yup. And I had no clue what to do, so I just left and went over the intercom saying that we were closing. They came rushing by the front desk a few minutes later."
"Holy crap, that sounds so awkward."
"It was very, very awkward. I never saw them again though, so it's not all bad."
The doctor laughed as he piled some of his rigatoni on his fork.
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"This movie is… cute." Doctor Reid tried to say delicately as he looked at the big screen playing the most idiotic movie he had ever seen.
"It kinda sucks… doesn't it?" Tracker said, worry apparent in his tone. "I messed up our re-do… didn't I?"
"No, it's fine. I'm having fun."
"No you're not… this sucks… I messed up; you never want to see me again… I know you don-" The blonde was cut off by his date kissing him.
"Shut up and entertain me for the rest of the movie." The FBI agent whispered, pulling just far enough away from the book store workers lips before going back to the kiss.
The blonde nodded and he wrapped a hand around his date's neck as he kissed back.
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Spencer and Tracker entered the Reid's apartment, the doctor thanking any possible deity that his cousin was spending the night at Garcia's.
"This is amazing. There are so many books." The blonde appraised, looking at the overflowing book case with shock written on his features.
"Yea… my bedroom's more amazing though." Elder Reid smiled, slipping his jacket off as he continued to make eye contact.
"Really?"
"Yes really, and it's right this way actually."
The profiler smiled, biting his lip as he began walked backwards towards his room slowly. The book clerk smiled too as he obediently followed his date.
The two walked at a slow pace, facing each other until the door to Elder Spencer's door opened. As soon as it was, Tracker grabbed him and the two began kissing. The kissing quickly became a heavy make out session and the clothes began getting thrown off.
Tracker smiled as he got pushed down onto the bed. The elder Reid took as moment to appreciate the blonde's shirtless heaving chest and unbuttoned tight black jeans. The genius gave a wicked smile before he straddled his date's thin waist and resumed the kissing.
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In a red dress with black tutu and lacing, black and red jeans underneath, Black and red wedges that tie around the ankles and had red hearts on the wedge, black and red checkered wrist bang, black bracelet with red roses, black bracelet with random red beads on it, Red heart with black screws in it, snake ring that had black lining on it and a red jewel on the tail, "Puck" made quite a splash.
"Details." The teen demanded with a big smile as he jumped up onto the counter in the kitchen.
"He took me to an Italian restaurant and then to some crappy movie that we made out during." The doctor sighed.
"And?"
"And what?"
"Honey, you were wrecked this morning when I got home. I had to make triple strong coffee just to get you out of bed. Do not even give me that, you said if I went back to school, I got full disclosure."
"Alright, fine, we fucked. We mad out during the movie, we went back to our apartment, and after he was done marveling at the book case, we went into the bedroom."
"What did-" The teenage Reid got cut off by Derek.
"If you're gunna gossip, please do it somewhere away from the coffee machine." The Chicago native rolled his eyes, grabbing a cup and pushing Doctor Reid to the side slightly so he could pour coffee into his mug.
"We were talking, Derek, calm down." The lanky adult rolled his eyes.
"Just do it away from the coffee machine next time." The burly male rolled his own eyes before walking away.
"God he's a cunt!" "Puck" growled, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms, not caring if the dark male could hear him.
"Calm down, continue what you were saying."
"Right, you should not be the one in control, sorry honey."
"I totally agree, I was pushing every second, God, why couldn't he tell that I wanted to be fucked?"
"Oh my god… you have a dirty mouth." Emily said, her mouth falling open as she walked into the kitchen.
The elder genius blushed and scurried away to his desk.
"Sorry." Prentiss apologized.
"Don't be… he's cute when he blushes." "Puck" smiled.
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Link to everything in my profile. (Also, for my SN fans out there, ninety percent of Doctor Reid's outfit came from sets on Polyvore that people made for Dean =) Enjoy that knowledge.)
Ok, so, to Silver-Knightmare, I apologize, thank you for correcting me! =) ellZita, just for you sweetie, sooooon =), Sweetteetwo thank you for all the questions, and I hope to give you an answer to all of them in this story very soon =). Also, the date thing was suggested by CountryChic1.
Thank you all for that stuff and I hope everyone else adheres to your example lol. =D
Also, real quick (sorry for doing so many of these recently), to those that comment and say that the description of the clothing takes up half the story… I actually tabulated this just for you, the word count on all of the parts that aren't descriptions is 1821, while the count of the descriptions is 739… so PLEASE stop bitching… because I kinda just proved you wrong. (Sorry)