Holy cow; I wasn't expecting more than a couple reviews in my inbox, and then I came home to so many. Thank you guys so much! (And huge thanks to all those who favorited and followed, as well, of course!) You guys are totally amazing, and it makes my day that you're enjoying this so much!

To answer a few questions/comments really quickly:

roxygoth, given the nature of this story, there won't really be much addressed outside the schemes being concocted (and the dates, of course). So unfortunately, Morgan's reaction isn't addressed. (But go ahead and imagine Hotch graciously allowing Morgan to give him a talking to if you need.)

Blue Duckling, I'm thinking it'll be six chapters? Like I said, I'm more-so writing it in parts, not necessarily chapters. ^^"

CM-APOCALYPSE, oh my word, your review made me blush? Sadly, this was a prompt, and while I enjoy it, the nature was intended for it to be fluffy. For this to have been longer, I would need more of a free-reign sort of deal. (But you're welcome to message me with any prompts you'd like to see, and I can attempt the ones I'm comfortable doing.)

Okay, if you've actually read all this, I adore you, and you're perfect, so I'll stop talking now and let you read. (;

movie (more like tv show)

Hotch sighed softly, contemplating just how obvious it was that not one and not even two, but three of his agents were currently standing in his office. During work hours. With devious grins on their faces. (All right, maybe not that last bit, but Prentiss's grin was definitely veering into that category.)

"Is it necessary for all three of you to be present?" he queried, his gaze alternating between the three agents in turn before resting on Garcia.

"Yes," the tech analyst blurted, and Hotch was almost certain that was a lie.

With a short motion of his hand, he muttered wryly, "Make it quick."

Morgan was the one who spoke first. "Garcia told me your plans for the next date are possibly dinner and a movie. She also said she'd suggested watching Doctor Who at your place."

"So when Morgan finished filling me in, I thought it might be easier if you invited a few of us over to have dinner and watch it," Prentiss continued. "I've watched a few episodes, and obviously Garcia has, so we thought if you invited us, it could be less intimidating for him. And when the lucky day rolls around, Garcia and I will magically have complications."

Hotch considered the idea silently, rubbing his hand over his mouth. "It has merit," he agreed after a moment, and when the three agents simply waited, exchanging grins, he sighed in defeat. "How does next Friday sound?"

Garcia clapped happily, and Prentiss grinned. "We should definitely be able to suddenly remember fake plans for a Friday evening," the dark-haired agent answered.

"All right, then. Now that we have that settled, get back to work. And Morgan, don't think I didn't notice you had no reason to be in here," Hotch admonished, though his tone was the slightest bit amused.

Morgan simply chuckled as they filed out of Hotch's office. "I've gotta stay informed somehow."

Hotch stopped by Reid's desk later that evening, offering a smile to the genius when he looked up curiously. "Next Friday, assuming we aren't on a case, Prentiss and Garcia are coming to my apartment in order to introduce me to Doctor Who. I remember you mentioning it a few times, and I was wondering if you'd like to join us. If you aren't busy, of course."

Reid's eyes shifted to the side in thought for a second before his gaze returned to Hotch, his lips quirking into a smile. "Yeah, I'd love to! What time?"

"I told them between six and six-thirty. If it looks like I'll need to stay late, I'll let you all know beforehand. We'll most likely order pizza. And if you can't get there that early, it's fine. I'm sure they plan on staying a while," Hotch muttered wryly, wondering how the lies rolled off his tongue so easily.

The younger man nodded with a short laugh. "Knowing those two? They'll probably bring wine, stay late, and ask to crash on your couch."

The image that conjured was so apt that Hotch found himself chuckling. "You're right; that sounds exactly like something they would do." His eyes caught and held Reid's for just a moment too long, and he found himself blurting, "I'm about to head home. Do you need a ride?"

Reid smiled and shook his head. "Thank you for the offer, but I'm actually waiting on JJ. We're supposed to go to dinner, and she got caught up in her office."

Hotch ignored the flare of disappointment behind his ribs. "Well, you two have fun. I'll see you in the morning."

"I hope you have a pleasant evening, Hotch," Reid farewelled, and Hotch simply nodded back at him.

That was one less thing Hotch had to worry about. Now he just had to hope they weren't on a case.

By some stroke of pure luck, they happened to wrap up a case in time to take the jet home next Friday afternoon. Hotch had never quite had luck on his side, and it was almost a good omen of things to come, in his eyes. Granted, the case had been rather trying, so it was highly possible none of them would be in the mood to watch Doctor Who, even Reid. The thought was a little disheartening.

Which was probably why he chose to bring up the subject while on the jet ride home.

Turning to Prentiss, Hotch quirked a brow. "Are you and Garcia still on for tonight?"

Prentiss's brows furrowed before she gasped, her eyes widening. "Tonight? I thought you said it was next Friday?"

Hotch nearly smiled, but he managed to keep it contained. "Yes, tonight. I said 'next Friday' last week. Should I have mentioned the date?"

"I guess I didn't put that together. Garcia and I have plans with JJ. It's Girl's Night," Prentiss explained with a frown.

JJ, having heard her name, peeked over the top of her seat. "It took a lot of cajoling to get my sitter for tonight, Hotch," the blonde woman added. "Why don't you invite Morgan and Rossi? Make it a Guy's Night?"

Morgan scoffed from his seat at the back of the plane. "Watch Doctor Who on a Friday night? No, thanks. Besides, I've already got plans."

"I already tried watching it. Not really my thing," Rossi declined when eyes landed on him.

Hotch's gaze found Reid's, and the younger profiler shrugged as he answered the unspoken question with, "I'm still up for it if you are. But if you want it to be a group event, we can reschedule."

With a smile and a shrug of his own, Hotch replied, "That's fine with me. Given how late we'll be back, however, come to my place at seven-thirty instead?"

Reid grinned with a nod before going back to his book, his smile never leaving his face.

Hotch glanced back at Prentiss to see the dark-haired woman smirking, and JJ made sure to catch his attention so she could mouth, "Good luck," and wink before dropping back into her seat properly.

Smiling to himself, Hotch faced forward in his seat, pleased with the knowledge that every single member on his team was apparently supporting him in his endeavor.

Rose had just suggested launching a nuclear bomb at the Slitheen when it happened. Reid was yawning around the first random fact he'd started to say the entire episode (which was surprising since he had been spouting them almost nonstop from the beginning of the first one) when he suddenly trailed off. Hotch had glanced over at him in concern, only to be startled by the sight of the genius listing towards him.

Reid's head landed rather awkwardly on his shoulder because they were in real life and not some sort of romance film, and Hotch found himself staring curiously at the younger man, wondering just how Reid had managed to fall asleep mid-sentence. Then again, Reid had fallen asleep on the jet without warning one time, so Hotch probably shouldn't have been too surprised.

Shifting a little in an effort to make their position more comfortable, Hotch ended up slightly slumped on the couch, his one shoulder angled down in a way that had his head tilted, which only caused Reid's hair to tickle his face with every breath. If anyone were to ask Hotch what happened in the last half-hour of the episode, he wouldn't have been able to answer. He was too acutely aware of Reid's warmth against his side and of Reid's scent (which ironically smelled like coffee and perhaps a hint of cinnamon) tickling his nose, and by the time the ending credits were rolling, his thoughts were muddled.

Knowing he needed to put some distance between them, Hotch swallowed roughly and slowly moved until he was able to stand, keeping Reid's head held up with one hand. He turned to face the couch and gently laid Reid's head against one of the couch pillows, holding his breath as the younger man mumbled something incoherent and shifted the tiniest bit in his sleep. Hotch felt his heart flutter slightly at the utter contentment on Reid's face, and he couldn't help himself as he reached out to smooth a hand over Reid's hair.

Reid's face turned into the touch, and Hotch's breath caught in his throat at the unintentionally intimate gesture. His eyes dropped to Reid's lips as they parted on a breath, and his own lips parted in response. He wasn't sure when he'd leaned down, but when he felt soft puffs of air against his lips in time with Reid's breaths, he realized just how close he was. The desire to simply close the small space between their lips was strong, an intense yearning that made him shake as he fought against it. It would feel so good to simply give in and take what he wanted, what he knew Reid wanted on some level; the likelihood that Reid would push him away was very slim, and yet... it wasn't how he wanted their first kiss to happen. At all.

Hotch jerked away, stumbling backwards a few steps and almost knocking into the coffee table. His breathing was harsh as he blindly turned around and walked to the entertainment center, opening one of the cabinets and pulling out the blanket he kept there for emergencies. He turned back to Reid's sleeping form and covered him carefully with the blanket before making himself walk away and to his bedroom, relaxing back against the door once it was firmly shut.

He sincerely hoped that Reid figured it out soon; he was starting to lose grip on his control.

The following Monday JJ stopped by his office before she went to lunch, shutting the door behind her as an indicator of what the subject of discussion would be. "So, Garcia told us about what happened, and she, Emily, and Morgan are scheming up something that Rossi and I think is over the top."

Hotch smiled and shook his head. "At this point, nothing is surprising anymore. And I'd like to take the time to say I was a little relieved that Reid didn't stick around long after he woke up on Saturday. Watching him drink coffee was more domestic than I could handle."

"I'll bet," JJ replied with a knowing grin. "Especially after the night you had."

"Did you come in here for a reason?" Hotch prompted, trying to fight back the flush creeping up his neck.

The blonde woman nodded, sighing slightly. "Uh, yes, actually. I thought I would suggest you, Reid, and Jack going to the zoo. That way it's not at your apartment, and it won't really be an intimate setting. If it would help, you could even take Henry with you. It'd be his first trip to the zoo, but Will and I have missed other firsts."

Hotch was slightly stunned at the suggestion, and particularly at the willingness to make it go over well. He knew how awful it felt to not be there for the first anything a parent's child did. "Thank you," he told her sincerely. "But I don't think it'll be necessary. Jack would enjoy the zoo, and I'm sure I can come up with something to tell Reid. It will certainly be a lot better than having them interact at my place."

JJ's expression turned serious, and possibly even a touch threatening. "I'm trusting you to take care of him, Hotch. Keep in mind I'll be the first person he runs to if something upsets him. I don't care if you're my boss; I won't stand for that."

"And I wouldn't expect you to," Hotch answered immediately. "Any of you. I just want you to know I would never intentionally hurt him."

"I know," JJ answered with a slight smile. Her phone suddenly started ringing, and her smile turned wry as she checked the caller ID. "And this is my cue to leave. Make plans for the zoo soon, Hotch. While it's sweet that you're being so careful, it's a bit depressing to see Reid so oblivious." With a wave of her hand, she answered her phone with, "I'm on my way, Will. I had to take care of something," as she walked out of Hotch's office.

And for the second time in less than a week, Hotch wondered how he'd gotten so lucky to have such an amazing team.

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