Hotch woke early with Reid still sleeping in his arms, he had missed that; waking with someone beside him. He had always been one for cuddling, maybe it was that protective instinct he had. The sun had only just started to rise and no a sound could be heard, well nothing but the slight snoring of his bed companion. Their flight was booked for eight-thirty so they could get back to the office and write up their reports then get home at a reasonable hour; he'd missed Jack and Hotch knew JJ and Callahan felt the same about Henry and Meg. Carefully Hotch disentangled himself from the younger agent and looked around for his shirt that Reid had chucked somewhere the night before.

"Where in the name of God is it?" He asked himself quietly, it was literally nowhere to be seen.

After a few moments of looking around he discovered it half underneath the left hand side of the bed. How in hell did it get there? He asked himself, physics didn't seem to allow for it and yet he was sure Reid would have some answer. Quickly he slipped the garment back on and loosely fastened the pale blue fabric by one button about half way down and then looked down to Reid. The younger agent seemed to have slept peacefully despite the Ketamine, Hotch was thankful for that, he had been so worried about him the night before.

It only took a few moments for Hotch to fill another glass of water in the bathroom and set it down on the bedside table for when the doctor awoke. Hotch couldn't help but smile down at Reid, he looked so peaceful and for the first time since he was seventeen Hotch felt like he was really himself. His father had gone out of his way to make sure Hotch thought there was something wrong with him, that liking the same sex was wrong and that he was going to hell if he didn't change his ways but Hotch knew that was just homophobia. There was nothing wrong with him, or with Reid. It was like a weight had been lifted, he had loved Haley with all his heart and he would never give up Jack but finally being with a man again made him happy. He had Reid to thank for that, he didn't regret what they had done no he treasured it. With a smile Hotch leaned down and pressed a kiss to Reid's forehead, happy to find he was no longer on fire or sweating.

Aaron opened the door silently and slipped out, he wanted to stay with Reid but there was no way in hell he wanted to explain to the team what had happened, just because he wasn't ashamed or regretted it didn't mean he was going to publicise it. Hotch had promised himself a nice warm shower to help clear the sweat from his skin and the smell of sex from his messy hair, maybe after he would walk to that little Starbucks down the street and get everyone some coffee. Just as he finished his little plan Hotch looked up to find Morgan staring back at him. Shit! Morgan wore no shirt and still had his hand on the door handle to Garcia's room, he didn't have to be a profiler to figure out what had happened. Well this is awkward. Hotch searched for something to say, anything to fill the silence that was killing not only him and his happy mood but Morgan too.

"I won't tell if you won't." It was stupid but he really had no idea what else to say.

"Deal." Responded Morgan quickly.

With a quick nod at one another they returned to their rooms and Hotch jumped in the shower just like he had promised himself. He tried to push the thoughts of Morgan seeing him with his belt open and his shirt held closed by just one button away but was having little to no luck, then he found it and all thoughts except one left his brain.

"When did he do that?"

The warm spray of his shower coated a reasonably sized dark purple bruise over his clavicle, at some point of the evening Reid had given him a love bite. Hotch thanked whatever deity was listening that he could cover it with his shirt. He had no memory of Reid anywhere near his clavicle just...slightly more southern parts of his body. Haley had never been one for love bites, or biting of any kind and nor had Beth, so Hotch had pretty much forgotten what it was like. Hotch would have been happy to ware the love bite as a badge of honour if he wasn't Reid's boss and Reid hadn't been drugged.

Soon his shower was over and Hotch set about drying off his skin, his hair took a little longer than normal to tame, Reid had really done a number on it. Once Hotch found himself in his normal state of attire he glanced over to the clock on the dresser it read seven-ten, by the time he got to Starbucks and back the team would all be awake, showered and ready to go. As he opened his door to the silent corridor he was careful to watch out for Morgan, they seemed to have made a deal but he really needed coffee before he could have that conversation.

The Starbucks wasn't far from the Hotel barely even six buildings away on the other side of the street. Considering most people would be on their way to work the place was not overly busy, a few people littered the comfy red leather couches eating their croissants and reading the paper. Others just picked up their coffee and left never looking up from their phones. Hotch only had to stand in line for about a minuet and a half before it was his turn.

"What can I get you?" A young man with Reid style hair asked in a polite voice.

For a moment Hotch was in a daze, all he could think about was Reid's mouth on him, thankfully he quickly snapped out of it.

"Em, could I get three venti caffè americano's, a triple espresso, a grande soy flat white, a venti nonfat cappuccino and..." He tried to remember what the hell it was that Garcia drank. "a half-caf extra shot venti, two-pump nonfat, hold the whip caramel macchiato." I think that's right.

Soon he left the Starbucks and made the quick walk back to the hotel, well as quick as he could go holding seven coffees in a crappy tray. As soon as he stepped out of the elevator and turned towards their rooms he heard JJ's voice fill the corridor.

"Please tell me there's a Cappuccino in there for me." Hotch nodded as he approached her, Rossi and Callahan. The rest of the team was yet to emerge. "Oh Hotch I could marry you."

Hotch handed JJ the Cappuccino then gave out the flat white and one of the Americano's to Callahan and Rossi. Each sipped for a few moments before Callahan let out a happy sigh and the team chuckled for a few seconds.

"Where are the others?" Asked Hotch, he had expected them all to be up by the time he returned.

"Morgan is just finishing packing, Garcia is doing her make up and we're only getting grunts from Reid's door, I think he's got a hangover." Answered Rossi.

As if hearing her name Garcia's door opened and she wandered over to the team. She was wearing a long purple peplum dress with matching heels and glasses, sometimes Hotch wondered just how many pairs of glasses she had.

"I got you coffee." Hotch held out the large cardboard cup.

"Thanks boss man you're a life saver." She took the cup and gulped some of the warm liquid down.

"I think I got it right."

"Oh you most certainly did. Coffee power." JJ just smirked at the comment.

Morgan was the next to appear and Hotch wouldn't lie, he had no idea what was going to happen.

"Espresso?" Said Hotch, he hadn't meant for it to sound like the coffee was some sort of peace-offering but that was how it came out.

"Sure, thanks."

Much to Hotch's surprise Morgan took the offered cup and sipped his coffee without another word. It seemed their I won't tell if you won't deal was going to remain firmly in place. That was a load off his mind.

"How much did Spence drink last night? He's taking forever." Came JJ's voice from behind her Cappuccino cup. "You think he's okay?"

At that moment Reid's door opened revealing the young dishevelled agent to his friends and now lover. Reid had managed to take a shower and change, or at least that was what it looked like from his damp hair, but he didn't meet anyone's eyes. Yeah he was hungover, then again brandy and Ketamine would do that. Hotch took one of the two venti americano's that were left from the tray and held it under Reid's nose, moving it back and forth to waft the smell of coffee up to the dead on his feet agent.

"Oh thank God." Reid muttered as he took the cup.

"No, I'm Hotch."

The team laughed and the unit chief held out a few sachets of sugar before Reid could demand them.

"Hey Pretty Boy, you want some coffee with your sugar?"

XXXX

The flight back was uneventful, Reid and Kate went back to sleep, Rossi buried himself in a book, Morgan had his headphones in and Garcia was doing God only knew what on her laptop. It was just Hotch and JJ that started on their paperwork, they wanted to get a head start so they could go home to Jack and Henry. Soon Hotch's left wrist began to sting where he had been writing for too long there was only around half an hour until they landed but Hotch craved more coffee, turned out that Reid could really tire him out, and it had been Reid that did all the work. He stood and went to the little sorry excuse for a coffee machine and quickly poured himself a cup, it wasn't as good as the Starbucks from earlier but it would do.

"Hey." Hotch's mind froze. He had been expecting a particular chat but he didn't think it would come quite so soon.

"Hey." Hotch returned as he turned to face Morgan.

"Look, I know I can't exactly take the high ground from last night but..."

"I know." Hotch interrupted. "I hurt Reid and I have you to deal with. You're practically his big brother, Morgan."

"Good, so we're on the same page. And Hotch, for the record, I don't think you will hurt him. It's just..." Morgan didn't quiet know how to phrase it. "...I didn't realise you were into...you know...men."

"Morgan, we try not to profile each other and I never told you I was bisexual."

Hotch had a point, the team did try to avoid profiling one another, but something like their boss being bisexual he thought he would have noticed after more ten years.

"Look what happened with Reid and Garcia happened, are we going to pretend we didn't see each other?"

"For now Morgan I think that's probably wise."