Athena climbs slowly out of sleep and frowns slightly. Something is wrong. Something is missing. Still half asleep, she pats around the bed. Nothing. There's supposed to be something. Someone?
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," a far too cheerful voice rings out. Athena groans and rolls onto her back. "I'm making breakfast. Requests?"
Athena waves a hand around, ultimately flopping it into her own face.
"Translation?" Hotch prompts.
"Oh my god, no one warned me that you were a morning person," Athena groans. "I'm sorry, mister suit, but this relationship just isn't going to work."
"My job is fine, but my circadian rhythm is a deal breaker?" Hotch says dryly.
"People are plentiful, sleep is precious." Athena pulls the duvet over her head and buries her face in the pillow.
"Breakfast?"
"Pancakes," Athena mumbles into the pillow. Mornings. Ugh.
Dating Hotch really isn't what everyone seems to think it is. They still bicker constantly, always pushing each other's buttons but that's usually around people. He isn't as cold as people think he is, it's really only when Hotch needs something done that the glares come out. He isn't as mean or cold as they make him out to be. He's actually kind of normal.
And the sex is fantastic, no doubt about it. Sometimes it's rough and needy, usually after a hard case or a difficult shift at the tattoo shop. Sometimes it's all shoving up against walls and rough hands that leave faint bruises on her body the next day. Athena doesn't mind, she likes the intensity and the aggression because it reminds Athena of how they were when they first met. But more often than not it's slow and intense. Slow wandering hands, lips that mark every inch of her body. Hotch likes it slow and intimate. He likes to drag it out, it's not about immediate gratification. It's about the journey not the destination. Athena doesn't mind because in those moments it is like time stops, like she and Hotch are the only ones who exist.
But the biggest oxymoron about Hotch is that for as possessive and controlling as he is in front of people, he's a complete push over in between the sheets. Because believe it or not, Athena and Hotch aren't having hot sex all the time. As much as Athena likes to climb Hotch like a tree, she likes to just lie in bed with him. She likes that Hotch will let Athena wrap herself around the agent and listen to her babble. Occasionally Hotch will tell her a story about his family or his past and it's always in low slow tones. Sometimes they don't talk at all and Athena spends hours in bed with Hotch with her ear pressed to Hotch's chest. Athena listens to his heart beat while Hotch traces patterns on her bare back with light brushes of her finger tips.
But no one really knows this because they don't see it. They see the cold and distant chief and the sarcastic and smug artist who can't keep out of trouble. They see what they want to see. But that's okay because Athena likes that they have a secret. Something that is theirs that no one else can have.
"...Good morning Athena and Hotch!" Morgan said without missing a beat when he saw his boss walked back into the kitchen wearing a t-shit and a baggy pants..
Morgan and Reid were sitting in the kitchen eating bagels and Peter was pleased to note that he no longer wished to tear their faces off.
"Where have you two been last night?" Athena asked pouring coffee in her mug.
"We stayed at the BAU filling some paperwork!"Reid said brightly, holding up a thin file.
Athena tilted her head and shot a look at Morgan.
"You're in a good mood this morning, brother of mine ," Athena said casually.
The other twin coughed as he choked on a bite of his bagel and Morgan's eyebrows furrowed like Athena had said something strange.
Athena looked at Hotch again and Hotch smiled, figuring out where Athena was going with this.
Sometimes he forgot how much Athena loved playing mind games.
"Doesn't he seem happier this morning , agent ?" Athena asked, looking over at Morgan innocently.
"Indeed, she does," Morgan confirmed.
Hotch looked confused and Reid was hiding his reddening face in his hands.
"Reid two ,I see you hiding over there! Why are you so embarrassed? There's nothing wrong with getting down and dirty first thing in the morning," Athena said, grabbing a bagel and biting into it.
Hotch's eyes widened and Athena started laughing hysterically. Morgan walked behind the doctor sister and patted her shoulder before getting his own bagel and pulling cream cheese out of the fridge.
"Oh my god, sister, stop! Why are you torture me like this!" Reid whined as he threw a spare bagel at the laughing tattoo artist.» Isn't the older sister supposed to be like the nice caring one who looks out for the younger sibling and like gives them advice and shit?"
"Hey I give you advice""Athena said, walking into Hotcv's space and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
Morgan shivered. He couldn't look away, a tingling sensation fluttering in his stomach. They showed their affection for each other in a variety of ways and the entire building knew they were in love, but as the kiss grew more heated Morgan knew he was witnessing something usually a little more private.
Hotch moved Athena' chin to get better access to his mouth. Their lips touched tentatively before bringing their mouths together more forcefully, Athena eagerly opened her mouth when she felt Hotch's hot tongue lick at the entrance. Athena trailed her hands up Hotch's chest, gripping the back his neck, pulling him in closer. Needing to breath, Hotch broke the kiss, trailing hot, wet kisses down Athena' neck. They were startled out of their little make-out session by the sound of Reid whining, "Eww, really guys, in front of my salad ?"
Both Athena and Hotch whipped their heads to find
Athena rolled his eyes, while Hotch felt a hot blush creep up his cheeks. "Hey you don't see me yelling at you when you guys are suckin' each other dicks." Athena retorted.
Hotch looked like he wanted to shrink into the corner or leave forever.
Reid gave her a face, "Yeah, but its weird with you two. I don't wanna see my twin and boss makin' out every time I come into the kitchen." Morgan gave a grunt in agreement.
"Ah, cry me a river," Athena muttered, patting Hotch's cheek sweetly and started their way to their works.
"Sister." Reid said, warning in his voice.
She just smiled sweetly at him. "Yes?"
"You're a bitch." He decided.
"I'm related to you." She reminded.
"I'm well aware of that thank you."
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Hotch smiled as he entered the bullpen after a getting his coffee. Waking up this morning was one of the best he's had, lying in a comfortable bed with his arms hugging Αthena's naked body. He still couldn't believe that from a simple conception he ended up finding what he was always looking for.
Haley was convenient. Athena was...
She made Aaron feel things, experience them. It terrified him in a way that nothing else in the world ever had before. His questions were answered when Athena took him by his hand and led him to the bedroom. There was so much more than just blood flowing through him at that moment. There was no barrier between him and Athena the way there had been between Hotch and everybody else he had ever met. He didn't want to hold Athena at arms length, he wanted Athena flush against her own body and to never let her go.
This was how it was supposed to be. This was what his mother told him about when he was a young boy, finding somebody who filled in all the holes that the world left in your soul. Somebody had dug into his chest and clutched at his heart and for the first time in the thirty four years of his life, he didn't pull away. He didn't even flinch.
Hotch couldn't remember why he'd tried to fight it in the first place. Fear, probably. Fear that giving into this fire, this love, Athena, wouldn't just burn him, but would leave him unrecognisable, even to himself. Now, though, he knew he would come out of this conflagration the stronger for it. Forged in fire, as it were. Not that he ever intended walking out on this fire. Not now he'd finally succumbed to it and found what he'd wanted all along, just waiting for him there to open his eyes and see. Athena, waiting patiently for him to catch up.
Hotch has never felt more cherished, more loved or more known that he does tonight, lying in bed with Athena in his arms, basking in the afterglow of something he's never known the like of before. He's never had so complete a feeling of knowing he's exactly where he's supposed to be. That they're both where they're supposed to be.
Dave was sitting in his office, waiting on him.
The look on his face was not a good one. It was the look he wore when someone disappointed him. He wondered what had happened to make Dave upset.
"Dave, what's wrong?" Hotch asked.
"Did you have a good morning ?" Dave was looking him in the eye. Staring in him the eye. Looking for signs of something.
"I had a wonderful morning ." Hotch was confused.
«You got the biggest grin on you face I have ever seen, could it have something to do with the brown haired, brown eyed tattoo artist that goes by the name of Athena" Rossi said with a sly grin.
Hotch was speechless.
"Oh please, next time you want to keep something a secret don't kiss it in the public park" Rossi said smiling. "Oh relax, I'm not going to tell anyone, but who would have thought it, you and Athena, it's adorable" He said.''She must be something else because you haven't scowled or glared at any of the secretaries or paralegals in days. They were starting to worry something was wrong with you."
"Yeah she is" Hotch said before he could stop himself, did he really say that in front of Rossi.
Rossi looked at his friend,he was worried about Hotch, very worried. And the more he thought about it, the angrier he became at Athena. Don't get him wrong , Rossi liked Athena was a beautiful woman, both inside and out. Funny and sarcastic, Athena brought to the surface the other side of Hotch, that smiling man before he became an agent, a man full of dreams and thirst for life. On the other hand, with the doctor's words, Hotch had managed to calm the storm called Athena Reid, he had made the young tattoo arris more stable and she acted less aggressive and more relaxed.
The only problem was that Hotch truly was gone on Athena Reid. Fast and hard.
"Hotch..."
Hotch suddenly looks up, panicked. He seems to have been paying more attention to his thoughts than Rossi's words.
"I am happy for you!"Rossi sighed deeply. «"It's the first time I see you so happy and calm, I've known you for years, but I've never seen you like this and that makes me happy because apart from my friend, I also see you as my son"
Aaron quirked up his brow and pondered what he was going to say for a moment
Rossi continued. ""On the other hand, this scares me because I know that when you love someone, you give all of yourself to them, expecting them to do the same, like Hailey. The divorce broke you and her death was the ultimate blow. I watched you rebuild your walls around your heart because you didn't want to get hurt again, the thing is now if something goes wrong you won't be the only one get hurt."
«What are you taking about ,Dave?"Hotch's mouth went dry for a moment
"Reid!"
«Reid?"Hotch asks.
Jesus. It's not like they know more than one.
"If something goes wrong in your relationship, there will be a problem in the team. Reid will choose his sister, since the doctor will choose his sister, Morgan will also follow, because there is no chance that Morgan will not stand next to the man he loves. Garcia will choose Athena , not because she likes her but because she is Moreid fan as she claims, I don't know what's this and I don't want to know. Least but not less important JJ and Prentiss will choose your side."
Hotch opened his mouth to speak, and Dave instinctively knew the other man was gearing up for a complete denial. Dave quirked his eyebrow, and Hotch's shoulders sagged.
"No one is going to get hurt!"Hotch responded, his tone dry.
Hotch cleared his throat and turned in his seat, facing away from the rest of the group, and stared blankly at the case file in front of him. However, because he was too busy trying to look as if he was reading the case, he missed Prentiss 's numerous stares and glances at him. And because of that, Prentiss missed the numerous times JJ looked at her staring at Hotch. Though, there was someone who noticed everything: Rossi.
Rossi laughed a deep throaty laugh,
Athena was not a huge fan of people worshiping the words "I love you". So Athena tended to abuse them and throw them around.
Maybe she felt like if she used the words enough, those words couldn't come back to destroy her like they had destroyed so many before.
Athena could think back to the times when she used those words honestly. She said them to her brother. She probably said them to her first few boyfriends even Simon. But that was a long time ago, and it had been many years since she had felt the need to say those words.
She didn't believe in fairy tales. For one, she was no simpering maiden waiting for a hero to rescue her; for another, she had long ceased believing in happy endings.
But their relationship is charmed. There are words spoken, thoughts shared, laughter and sex, lots and lots of sex.
To put it simply: the sex is amazing.
And of course it is, because Hotch, whatever else he may be, is an older, obviously really experienced hot-as-shit member of the male species. And, evidently, he has no shame whatsoever when it comes to fuckinga 12 woman younger than him. Which he does. With her.
It's a thing. That they do. That she enjoys.
Very, very much.
It isn't that she is desperate. Because despite the emotions that drove her into that first time, she really isn't. She is actually very, very aware of exactly what sort of assets she has, and while she might not be considered very attractive by boys her age, she is, incidentally, more than attractive to certain older men with certain predatory instincts. She looks vulnerable, she supposes, but not like prey.
Hotch awakes somewhere between the middle to end of Athena's morning ablutions. It's a testament to the strength of a relationship when two people can ably share a bathroom without driving each other to murder. It should be less difficult for two people, but with one as persnickety as Hotch and the other as loose as Athena there are bound to be issues.
Hotch is one of two men in existence capable of making Athena feel like a case of whiplash is imminent. The other think that she loved about Hotch was the fact that, when she was with him, she felt like his equal.
When the door opened and the bell jingled, Athena didn't look up from her phone. She heard the customer and Simon greet each other, but she continued to focus on what she was doing. She snapped out of her focus sharply by a flick to her ear. She glared as hier gaze shot up to meet Amy's, pulling her earphones out.
"What?" She demanded, putting the pen down, glancing at the time. She wasn't due a client for the next half hour, Sunday being a quiet day.
"Someone's come in to see you. They want to talk art." Amy replied her tone bored as she bit on her thumbnail absently.
Athena sighed but nodded, rising to her feet. "Name?"
"Alex Graves, I think he said. First timer."
Athena paused, brows raised.
He's tall, a little taller than Athena, with piercing blue eyes and what looks like a port-stain wine birthmark above his left eye. He was dressed in a dark, charcoal gray suit with a matching vest and a midnight black dress shirt underneath. He had no tie on, with the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone, allowing a tantalizing view his collarbones.
The man glances around him, taking in the space, before asking, "You must be Athena Reid!"
«Yes !"
"You must be my next appointment, Alex Graves!"
«What're you looking to have done?"
The man goes quiet all the sudden as he tugs on his drawstrings. "Right. It'd probably be easier to show you."
"I'm all ears," Athena says in earnest. Some people can be shy or self-conscious about what they want done, and Athena, with her myriad of tattoos scattered all across his body, can look intimidating, so she tries to provide as much of a safe space as possible.
"Is it too much to ask to close the blinds?"
Athena's taken aback by that request, but tries not to show it. "Um, no, no. Not at all," she says, already on her feet as she moves to the blinds. Once they're closed, she stands back in front of the man, who chuckles nervously.
"Um, sorry in advance," he says, and then, slowly, he's pulling the drawstring over his head. Athena watches on in anticipation as it's pulled back to reveal a broad chest littered with smaller flash tattoos. It's clear from the paleness that it hasn't seen much of the sun, and Athena can take a good guess why. On his left breast a date.
He gets her favourite quote, "Life itself is the most wonderful fairy tale," on his upper back with the constellation of her birth month underneath it. The words are written in a neat, slanted font, the constellation no bigger than his hand.
It doesn't take long but Athena is constantly stopping to check that the lines are straight and to tell him to stop moving.
The man smiles softly. "She was beautiful. Mom loved to sing and dance around the house, used to make me and Dad do it with her. Dad would pretend he hated it, but I remember he could never stop smiling at her. Every Sunday we'd make brownies and make a fort, tell each other secrets."
"She sounds like an amazing mom," Athena says.
"She was," H esays, blinking back tears. "What was your mom like?
"My mother, she's," Athena hesitated a moment, "She's got schizophrenia. My twin brother hato put her in Bennington Sanitarium when we were eighteen. He just couldn't help her anymore." She smiled sadly. "My dear brother of mine write her a letter every day though."
"Wow, that had to be tough. Didn't your Dad help you?"
Athena's eyes darkened as she thought about her father.
Athena loved her father but when William Reid gambled he was someone else. He used to go to the casinos for hours upon hours and would come home only when he had lost the family's entire life savings. Then he would borrow a ten dollar bill from his own son and use that to win back thousands but before Athena or Spencer's money was returned it was all gone again.
One time Athena refused to give her father the money. William sat her daughter down and asked h r how could he be so selfish? How could she deny her own father, who provided her with life, such a small thing?
Athena cried, convinced that she was an awful human being. She wondered to herself why was she so self-centered, her father was right. What kind of son was she if she starved her father of such a small request?
There were children who would go home and be physically tormented by their parents. They would walk into their houses not knowing if they would be alive the next morning. So when he thought his life was bad he would think about those classmates of his. The ones who hid all of the bruises and scars underneath jeans and long jackets, even in Nevada's summer heat they would always wear long clothing that dare not show any sign of their skin. The line between physical and emotional abuse is a matter of touch, and William Reid never laid a hand on his daughter. But when Athena thought about it she blocked out her knowledge that abuse didn't have to be physical. She told herself that her father never hit her so she wasn't being mistreated, it was what she used to say to suppress the fact that she too was indeed being abused. Abuse meant the misuse of an object and that's all she was to her father. An object.
"Not exactly." They didn't say anything for a few minutes after that and Athena didn't know why she wanted to tell him.
The outline is smooth, not a wobble or blowout to be found. The dots are perfectly aligned and the shading is a solid field of consistent black. Athena really fucking proud of this tattoo. She does a final swipe with the antiseptic spray and rubs a thin layer of ointment over the area, and tells Alex to get up and take a look at it.
Alex slides off the table and angles himself just so in front of the mirror so he can see the final product. There's a hint of a smile on his lips that just gets brighter the longer he checks out his reflection. Turning to Athena, he says, "It's perfect, sweetheart . Thank you."
Athena tries to keep her grin as casual as possible, but she thinks she might be blushing. "No, thank you. I appreciate you trusting me."
"I knew I could. The picture was just -- I mean, it caught my attention because..." Alex trails off, trying to find an accurate description. "It feels like me. I knew I could trust you because it looks like you understand. I know there's something out there for me, and I just don't know how to get to it."
"Yeah. I do. I am well acquainted with that feeling," Athena mumbles, reeling from the gut punch of this kindred spirit dropping into her world today and seeing straight through her.
She does his best to try to keep the dopey grin off her face as she listens and watches while she covers the sensitive skin around the new ink.
She's a little alarmed at the melancholy feeling that comes over him as she watches Alex leave.
Hotch sitting at his office looking one another murder.
They had a case with 5 bodies so far, the only evidence they had was that all the victims were women, placed in strange positions and different symbols painted with their blood near the crime scene.
He wondered if these designs were related. Were they connected in some way or was it a simple act of a dark mind? What was the hidden message behind the different postures of the bodies of the corpses?
The thought of the Hotch interrupted by the opening of the door and the the man looked at the door to seen his youngest agent. Looking at Reid , started to see the familiar features in him. The same soft brown-hazel eyes as his sister or the way his body was tried so hard to stay put. Staying at Reid's apartment a few night of the week , some times Morgan come along, he learned that the twins were not morning person. Before their coffee Athena and Spencer are monsters , they are sarcastic and snaps at everything and everyone without a reason, Morgan learnd his lesson when he forgot to make a new pot in the morning.
Staying at Athena, he learned how diffrent was Agent Reid than Spencer Reid. The agent was a cumputer, a cold and souless conculator thinking of possibilities and theories but Spencer Reid was a young man full of life. Hotch was shocked to see Reid so much confidence in his own skin , he heard Reid course and be a completely different person toward his sister and to him, he makes dirty jokes and Hotch forced himself to wonder if they knew what Reid's real face was.
"You asked me for, Hotch?"Reid questioned warily
Hotch turned to look at the man across him, taking in the profile so familiar to him. Reid wasn't aware why Hotch wanted to see him. Something is wrong? Is relevant to his sister?
"Yes , please have a sit. It's something that I would like to discuss with you!"Hotch said as he signaled Reid to sit down. "I have noticed that you are kind uncomfortable with me been in a relationship with you sister. I know that is kind odd as I am your boss and she...""
"No no no no no. The relationship is not that it's make me uncomfortable!" said as he sat down. Hotch noticed that Reid actually seemed apologetic."
Hotch was nice.
Hotch and Reid had always hit off since the beginning. He was Spencer's mentor, senior, role model in many perspectives. But they also shared dry humor, nerd culture, old souls, and just overall respect and admiration for each other. That led to the many many debates and arguments just for the sake of knowledge and entertainment between them.
That was why Reid at first wanted to keep his his sister away from the older man. Hotch was a hard man, going through a lot , broken, and his sister would chew him up, spit him out, and honestly... Honestly, Reid didn't want to watch another person leave his sister's bed, chewed up and sad. Hotch didn't deserve that. (None of them had.)
None of them were Simon. And that was the problem, really. His Athena didn't know how to do relationships. She just...chewed people up and spat them out without a backwards glance.
He tried to talk to his sister, he mentioned the gap in their ages, that Hotch was going through a mid-life crisis and his sister was just having a stupid crush. Her daddy's issue clouded her judgment, the doctor even threatened to disown her if she continued this game. Try to talk to Rossi about his concerns about the relationship developing between his sister and his boss, but the older agent advised the young doctor not to get involved in this matter anyway, the two of them were adults they knew what they were getting into, and if there was a problem the two of them could solve it, they wouldn't need help.
Morgan, his beautiful and sexy but a traitor of boyfriend, didn't want to get involved in this as much as he loved Reid , he was more terrified of Athena.
But Reid saw it. Had Sitting in the atlas of their kitchen and watched them. He watched them lean into each other. Pick away at each other. Jab, and counter, and stroke, and barb at each other. He watched them laugh, and yell, and scream, and he get it.
The kind that Reid himself maybe understands all too well, type of love
Reid reluctantly sat back, "I am not angry or upset about it ," he said faintly.
Hotch frowned, wondering why Reid seemed more upset than elated. "Then what is it?"
"As have you noticed my sister is not the easiest person to deal with!"
Hotch shoulder slumped and he dragged both hands down his face."Trust me Reid , I know it but she's everything I could ever ask for in a partner and more Spencer, I mean Reid. She's smart, fierce, loyal." he said flicking his eyes toward his younger agent, "She gets me, and she's not afraid to push my buttons and say no to me."
Reid seemed to think about that for a moment "Look, at the beginning I had my doubts about this relationship, not because Athena is my older sister, but Hotch, you are my friend in addition to my colleague and I don't want either of you to get hurt. I'm trying to process it, you know seeing the boss in my kitchen shirtless isn't something that happens to you every day"
Hotch paled, then blushed
"My point is if you both are happy, then so am I, I'm happy that you found each other»He turned to Hotch and slumped.«And anyone who can put up with Athena long enough to date her gets my seal of approval."
Hotch laughs. "Well, you know, it's a tough job but someone has to do it."
A knock on the door pulled both of their attention away from each other. J popped her head in, saying a quick apology as she looked between the two. "Sorry to interrupt, Hotch but there has been another murder that patrol thinks is connected to our case."
Hotch steps out of his office as Reid and JJ shared a look. Garcia was already standing at the board placing pictures on the tv as Prentiss handed files inbetween the rest of the team. The man walked over to Morgan and Rossi as they joined the group, handing them each one before turning back to face Garcia.
"Natasha Panik, 20 years old. Her parents Kwstas and Miranda Panik teachers at Chicago College said that Natasha was a shy girl and a top student."Rossi stated, moving out of the way of the board.
"Facebook ,Instagram and other social media?"
"Low activity. Only friends for college and be member in some study-groups"Garcia says as Hotch's gaze landed on the picture of the victim.
"They found her at the park."Prentiss stated, her eyes locked onto Reid as she watched his body language completely change. "Over her body the killer painted a flower."
"The flower is a Lycoris."JJ started, moving forward and holding out a photograph of a flower."The other name of the flower is .."
She couldn't finish speaking as Hotch's voice cut through, timid and shaky. "Spider Lily." The room was in silence as Hotch's gaze moved back to the picture of the victim.
The genus was named after the Roman actress and mistress of Mark Antony, Lycoris. The plants are often called Spider Lilies because of their symbolizes death and reincarnation."
Prentiss frowned as he looked from Hotch to where the man was looking and back to him. "You know about flowers?"
Hotch shook his head, his gaze moving between the rest of his team.
Suddenly the office door rattled, then there was frantic knocking. "Sir? agents? We have another body"
«Come on baby, you can do it!" Called Reid, as Morgan got ready to throw the ball.
He smirked in glee.
"Oh I know babe, who else has been kicking ass for the last hour."
"Watch it Morgan or you'll be the next ball I throw for my next turn" warned Hotch.
Among the horrible images they saw every day, they saw firsthand how much evil one human being could do to another, in the midst of this chaos that was their lives, they wanted some peace. Reid , Morgan and Hotch found different ways to manage the stress of the job, to banish the images they saw inside the case files that JJ brought to the office every day.
After dealing with the new bodie, Reid had received a call from his sister saying that she had an amazing idea for how they were going to spend the afternoon, The idea was double date.
Morgan and Hotch found it a bit strange. But they said to make an effort because they had not time to do something other than work and they didn't want to make their other half sad by refusing. Plus Morgan and Hotch understood that they will have to get used to spending a lot of time together outside of work as they are in a relationship with twins who live under the same roof.
It had started as a game of fun, still was for the Reid's twins, but for their partners it had turned into an unspoken competition. As the game drew to a close, the tension intensified. Not so much that you could cut it with a knife, as there was still jest between the two. That didn't mean they weren't going to enjoy the total annihilation of the other. Athena and Spencer nursed their drinks and were just chatting away, catching up about the family when they heard a sudden strangled yell.
"Judging by that sound, seems as though someone's luck has taken a turn" Reid laughed, "oh boy, look at the score!"
Athena turned to look, finding herself laughing along, "so Morgan how much did you lose?"
Morgan mumbled an incoherent number. Hotch rubbed his hands together and picked up another bowling ball, throwing the younger man a wink and smirk. "Care for a rematch?"
Morgan glared, pointing an accusatary finger at him. "He totally hustled me!"
"Nah son, Do you still not know me after all this time? I'm a born wingner."
They walk around DC trying to find a perfect place for dinner. All the while, arguing over the movie which they watched last night.
"I mean, that didn't make any sense! The man was being shot at from ten different directions and not a single bullet grazed him! Seriously?" Reid argued, looking completely baffled.
"Why every time you watch an action movie you argue about how little sense it makes for you? Our whole lives doesn't make sense!" Athena rolled her eyes in frustration.
"She has a point." Hotch nodded along, laughing a little, then he reached over to take Athena's hand and intertwine their fingers. The smile Athena gave him was blinding.
Reid smiled a little at the scene. It was nice to see his twin opening up like that.
He felt Morgan hand finding his own and was being tugged closer to his body.
"Still it doesn't make sense to me." Reid insisted petulantly, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's waist.
The older man laughed loudly and wrapped his arm around Reid shoulder bringing him closer. "That's it. You are not going to watch action movies again. I am bored with you arguing every time we do."
"No you are not." He rolled his eyes at him.
"No, I'm not." Morgan admitted with a smile and kissed him softly on the cheek.
When they reached the car, they settled inside and Hotch looked at them in question.
"Well, what do you guys want to eat? I'm starving." He asked expectantly.
"Personally, I am dying for a cheeseburger."Morgan answered, already imagining the cheeseburger in his hands. God, he was starving too.
"That's it. You are officially my new best friend." Athena grinned over at him.
"Awesome! Let's have a secret language and gestures to plan damnation on them." Morgan grinned back gesturing towards Hotch and Reid with his head.
"Deal." Athena grin turned mischievous. They both turned to look at their partners with huge smiles.
The chief of BAU and the doctor were giving them an identical raised eyebrow. It was hilarious.
"What? Are you jealous?" The doctor's sister wiggled her eyebrows at Hotch, who just rolled his eyes and turned towards Reid instead.
"Wanna be best friends and plan how to make their lives miserable?" Hotch asked with a smile.
"Sure, why not." Reid shrugged with a small smile.
Athena and Morgan's grins slipped away immediately replaced by horror. They looked at each other in panic.
"We're doomed." They said together, making their partners laugh at their horrified faces.
The laughter was interrupted by Morgan stomach grumbling loudly. They all stared at Morgan for a few seconds then all laughed loudly again.
"Yeah, yeah laugh it out." Morgan rolled his eyes with a chuckle and started the car. "That settles it. We are eating cheeseburgers. And I know the place."