#sick aaron hotchner

[aaronwhorechner]

s4 hotchniss moments

#criminal minds #criminalmindsedit #hotchniss #*mine #i wasnt going to publish this but im sick of it sitting in my drafts fjdskf #really had to reach for this set yeehaw #emily prentiss #aaron hotchner

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi I hope your doing okay!

I was hoping to request one with Aaron Hotchner’s daughter, she’s about 3-4 and she’s autistic, Aaron took her to work because she’s sick one day

Aaron Hotchner X Autistic Daughter Reader

I was hoping to request one with Aaron Hotchner's daughter, she's about 3-4 and she's autistic, Aaron took her to work because she's sick one day

I love this idea

Third person pov...

After two weeks of being away on a case Hotch is happy to be in his own bed in his home knowing his children are safe and only a few doors down from him instead of being in another state.

Currently it was 4:30am, Hotches alarm wouldn't go off for another hour and a half. The man was dead asleep under his covers, then his doors opens slightly and in pops a little H/C head.

It was Y/N Hotches daughter, the 3 year old sniffles slightly before walking into the dark room, she hugs her stuffed bunny tighter as she walks in.

She looks at the bed and walks over silently, once she got closer to the figure she shook her daddy's shoulder, Hotch didn't wake up, sniffling again the little girl shook his shoulder harder.

"Daddy" she whispers into his ear as she shook his shoulder, this makes the man wake up he opens his eye, still half asleep before realising who it was.

"N/N, what's going on?" He questions the little girl sitting up in his bed, he looks over at the time and sighs sleepily only 4.30, he then picks the toddler up and tucks her next to him under the covers.

The girl sniffles again whiping her nose on the back of her hand. Big watery E/C eyes look into his. "Don' feel well" sniffles the little girl before coughing loud and hard.

Hotch pats her back and uses the back of his hand to feel her forehead, after a couple seconds he pulls it back. "Your burning up Honey, how do you feel?" He asks picking the little girl up into his arms.

Y/N wraps her arms around his neck, the man turns around to wlak out the door but Y/N wriggles around. "Bun bun" she whispers in a horse voice, Hotch turns around laying forgotten was Bun Bun Y/Ns special bunny.

The man bend down and picks the toy up and gives Y/N it. "Oh no we cant forget Bun Bun can we" he says as the two go downstairs.

As they walk Y/N tells her dad how she feels "achy Daddy" she says and points to her throat, Nose and coughs again makong Hotch pat her back.

Hotch leaves Y/N on the couch before going to the Bathroom and to the medicine cabinet, he then grabs some paracetamol and a glass of water for the girl.

"Here sweetie" he says and hands them to her, Y/N, shakes her head at the tablets. Even though he crushes them up she still hates taking them, Hotch then moves the little girl to his lap and holds the tablets for her to have.

Once the toddler had taken them and had managed to fall asleep again, Hotch was stuck he couldn't move as Y/N was laying on him and he finally got her to sleep, so the man stild and let her sleep.

Hour 30 minutes later...

Hotch was tired, but hadn't fallen back to sleep incase Y/N needed him. Checking his watch the man saw the time. "6.00am got to wake up Jack" he mutters before gently moving his daughter and walking upstairs he had to get ready for work.

Once he was ready qnd Jack was ready for school, Hotch had to think of what to do with Y/N, she couldn't be alone but he couldn't take a day off work.

Walking into the living room he had an idea, probably not the best idea but it should work, he then gently woke Y/N up.

"How are you feeling sweetheart?" He asks the toddler, Y/N rubs her eyes tiredly as she sits up on the sofa. "Lil' better Daddy" she said voice quiet, Hotch smiles and strokes her flushes face still radiating heat.

"I'm glad then, your coming to work with me today okay Baby" he explains to the toddler, she may be 3 but it pretty smart.

Once Y/N was dressed and wrapped in a warm blanket and had all her things Hotch grabbed his briefcase and got both kids into the car.

First they dropped Jack of at school, then they drove to the FBI headquarters, As Hotch walks in with his sick daughter he of coruse got many looks sent his way by other agents he was happy to get to the elevator.

"Now sweetie you can say hi to the team and I will set you up in my office if you need anything call me okay" Says Hotch to Y/N the toddler smiles and nods her head.

The father and daughter walk into the bullpen, the team were standing around waiting for Bossman to arrive. Derek spots the man first.

"Hey Hotch, we were wondering where you where man" he said walking over the team following, Hotch smiled at them in apologe.

"Sorry guys, was alte dropping Jack off" he said as the girls get excited at seeing little Y/N with Hotch. Y/N curls into her Dads arms more.

Derek takes a good look at his bosses face. "You look like shit mate, did you get any sleep?" He asks getting a nudge in the side by Penelope who nodded over at Y/N.

Derek gives a guilty look he forgot about her, the team all turn to look at their boss, Derek was right Hotch had large bags under his eyes, his tie was wonky and his shoulders slouched.

He looks down at Y/N and wraps the blanket around her more. "This one woke me up at 4.30, has a cold haven't slept since. Then was late dropping Jack off" he explains, JJ gives him a knowing look.

The others are shocked. "4.30!" Exclaimed Emily and Derek mouths open in shock. "Now then I have to get Y/N sorted in my office to back go work" Says Hotch back in Boss mode.

The team watch as the tired man walk up the ramp towards his office, once he was inside he put Y/N on the floor and set the blanket up on the sofa infront of his office and all her toys on the floor so she wouldn't get bored.

"Here you go sweetie" he says and sets the ill toddler on the mountain of blankets and gives her a cup of water, he will make sure she drinks lots of fluids throughout the day.

"Thanks' Daddy" Says the toddler making Hotch smile.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot ! Sorry for grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1142

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #x daughter!reader #father daughter fluff #aaron hotchner x child! reader #aaron hotchner x daughter!reader #aaron hotchner #jack hotchner #sick reader #aaron hotchner x autistic daughter reader #x autistic child reader #x sick child reader

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

hotch: what do we say when life disappoints us? emily: called it. hotch: no-

#criminal minds #criminal minds gone wrong #incorrect criminal minds quotes #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #ba-queue #he's so sick of her bullshit x

[sylix-royalty]

If you’re still taking prompt requests, can I ask for 23 with hotchreid? <3 🥰

Of course! I’m so happy to fill request while I write my next part for my alphabet series, gives me a little motivation! Request as much as you’d like!

Ship: Hotch/Reid, Heid

Prompt: "I'm... lightheaded..."

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Nothing really, just a headache as expected

I made Hotch the Vulnerable one, I couldn’t help it.

Enjoy under the cut!

Aaron sighed as he sat his bags down. Thankfully they’d finished the case just in time, as tended to happen with them it seemed. Due to inclement weather, they weren’t able to fly out until morning, which the team seemed fine with taking an extra night to sleep and relax. David and Derek had a room, JJ and Emily, leaving Spencer with Aaron. The men would rotate rooms occasionally, but for the most part this is how it ended up, mainly because Aaron stayed up late and Spencer was the least to complain about it (meaning he never did).

Spencer noted the exhaustion as Aaron seemed to collapse into a seated position on his bed. He was worried, but he tried not thinking about it too harshly. This case hadn’t been easy for any of them, least of all Hotch since he helf such a high standard for himself that the rest of the team never truly understood. He took such a pride in himself, but he never really reflected it to the rest of them unless he had to, to get the team kicked more into action than they already would be.

Still, it worried Spencer just how out of it his boss seemed. He couldn’t hold his tongue very long as Aaron held his temples with one hand, covering his eyes. Spencer shut off the overhead lights and decided to stick with the lamps in order to try and help.

“Are you alright?” Spencer asked, not wanting to pry, but at the same time, he wanted answers.

“I’m fine,” Aaron said, still keeping up that demeanor that everything was fine when it most certainly wasn’t.

“Hotch?” Spencer tried pressing gently. He didn’t want to go too far in fear of making Aaron angry at him, but he wasn’t going to give up that easily.

Aaron knew that.

“Yeah…” Aaron sighed, “I’m just… I’ve got a headache, is all,” He mumbled, blinking himself back and not wincing at the dim light, as he glanced at Spencer. His eyes seemed unfocused, and Spencer didn’t like it.

“Are you sure that’s everything?” Spencer asked.

“Yeah, just a headace. I’m gonna shower, the heat and steam will probably help,” Aaron mumbled, standing and grabbing one of the hotel towel’s to bring into the bathroom with him, along with his go bag.

Spencer didn’t say anything else as he watched Aaron disappear into the bathroom. Spencer didn’t tend to calculate how long someone to shower, it really depended on outside factors like cases and how someone was feeling that he didn’t spend his time doing it. However, he knew when it was too long for Aaron. Especially when the shower turned off and Aaron hadn’t emerged after a typical couple of minutes to get dressed.

It took him 9 minutes and 45 seconds to come back out to the main room, and Spencer was fully watching him now. Aaron took hold of the wall to keep steady.

“Hotch?” Spencer asked as he slowly stood.

“I’m… light-lightheaded,” Aaron whispered, and as he tried to take a step, his knees buckled beneath him. Spencer was able to catch him and keep him steady.

“Woah, I gotcha, I gotcha,” Spencer whispered, carefully carrying him to the bed and sitting him down. He pressed the back of his hand against Aaron’s forehead. It wasn’t at all accurate, since the man had just emerged from a hot shower and a steam filled room, but still Spencer didn’t like just how warm Aaron felt.

“You might be running a fever,” Spencer whispered. “I won’t be able to completely tell until you’re body has cooled from the shower.”

“I don’t… feel sick,” Aaron whispered.

“You’re lightheaded enough to lose your footing, that seems sick to me. How much have you slept?”

“This case or in general?” Aaron asked.

“Let’s go with in general,” Spencer said as he stood to grab a washcloth and grabbed the ice bucket.

“I only sleep for about 4 hours a night,” Aaron admitted.

“Not good,” Spencer mumbled. “I’m gonna go grab you some ice. Lay down if you need to.”

Aaron nodded, and Spencer left to do that. When he returned, Aaron was still sitting up, but his hand was back over his eyes, middle finger holding one side of his temple and his thumb holding the other. Spencer filled the washcloth with a bit of ice, not enough to make a huge mess when it melted, but enough to provide a little relief for a headache.

“Do you want some of my over the counter medication?” He asked, carefully placing the washcloth over his neck.

“No, I’m fine,” Aaron whispered shakily.

“We both know you’re not,” Spencer whispered.

“You don’t have to take care of me,” Aaron whispered, dropping his hand to look at Spencer. There was a weakness in his eyes that Spencer had never seen before. Not even after the murder of Haley, this was a different kind of weakness.

“Doesn’t mean I don’t want to,” Spencer whispered. “You’ve taken care of me, right? You don’t always have to be by yourself, Aaron.”

Aaron blinked, clearly exhausted enough not to argue. Spencer watched his reaction, trying to keep his face steady and warm.

“I’ve got you,” Spencer promised. “Lay down, I’ll take care of you.”

#criminal minds #aaron hotchner #hotchreid #spencer reid #heid #Sylix’s Little Snippets #Sick fic

[somber-sapphic]

An Angel In Disguise

After taking care of a sick Reid he repays you with the same nasty cold he had. Who will take care of you? (jennifer jareau x reader)

Word Count: 1718

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You awoke to the sound of your alarm screeching on your bedside table, demanding to be dealt with. A soft groan escaped your lips, but it quickly turned to a bone rattling cough as you shifted to slap the offending machine. Unfortunately, the movement sent a wave of dizziness through your head that sent spots blurring in your vision. 

The idea of calling in sick made your blood boil, but you had no idea if you could make it to the bathroom, muchless to work. Never before had you realized that sitting up could be such a miserable task. Not only did the dizziness return tenfold, but so did an insane amount of pain that you truly were not prepared for. 

Before you could stop it, you found yourself slipping onto the floor, your body taken over by yet another fit of hacking coughs. When Spencer had come in with a cold you’d figured that you’d end up with it. 

As much as the boy genius avoided getting sick, it was inevitable and when he was sick, he was an absolute nightmare. He tried to push through, but by hour three he was a sniveling, whining mess. Eventually, you’d gone to Hotch and taken him home, where you’d sat by his side for hours until he fell asleep. He was the team's baby, any of them would have done exactly the same thing. 

You’d felt the cold coming on two days ago and loaded up on NyQuil when you went to bed in hopes of kicking it, but it was pretty clear that it hadn’t worked. You sniffled thickly and decided that the floor was a comfortable, reasonable place to sleep. With your last bit of energy you grabbed your fuzzy blanket and your phone so that you could make the call from where you currently lay. 

“Hotchner.” The stern man answered, sounding as grouchy as ever. Rather than the coherent sentence you had planned to speak, you sneezed into the receiver, followed by a little whimper. Your throat felt like it was being ripped apart. 

“Um…hi Hotch. It’s Y/l/n…I dont think I can make it in today.” Wow, you sounded like someone had stuffed cotton balls up your nose after forcing you to gargle with glass. This was not going to be a good day. 

“Y/l/n, you sound terrible. Have you taken your temperature? Have you taken any medicine?” You rolled your eyes, but that only made your brain hurt. It seemed like you couldn’t move at all without something in your useless body hurting. 

“You’re my boss, not my dad. I’ll be in tomorrow.” You sniffled and wiped your nose on your blanket, which did absolutely nothing for you. All you wanted was for this stupid phone call to be over so that you could sleep. You could already feel yourself slipping out of consciousness which was further confirmed when Hotch called your name.

“Y/n? Are you still there?” He used your first name. Were you in trouble? No, that didn’t make sense. You hadn’t shot anybody you weren’t supposed to. You hummed an affirmative and waited for him to continue. 

“Okay. You’ll be taking at least three days off. Come in when you feel 100%. Twenty four hours after your fever has broken. Understood?” He sounded like a dad. He was a dad. Too much of a dad. It made you feel lonely, you wanted someone to come hold you like he probably did for his son. 

“M’kay. Night Hotch.” He chuckled quietly and you could picture him shaking his head at you. At least that felt normal. 

“Goodnight Y/n. Please take care of yourself.” You hummed again, too tired to make more small talk. Talking hurt, so did being awake. Your eyelids felt heavy and you cuddled into your blanket, overtaken by a new level of exhaustion. You’d gone days without sleeping and been sort of fine, but this dumb cold was completely wiping you out. 

With a final sigh and painful cough, you drifted in a fever-addled sleep. The dreams were insane. Your dreamscape swirled around you, demons and monsters chasing you with gaping mouths and tears dripping with blood. 

Faces of people you couldn’t save flashed in and out of your mind, followed by their killers. You screamed, unable to make a sound. Every time you tried to run, you were hunted down. They never killed you, just tortured you. Made you feel how you imagined their original victims must’ve felt. 

Your lungs were bursting, tears racing down your cheeks. His hands were around your throat, sucking all of the air from your body. Then, a different sensation. A comforting sensation. A soft palm on your cheek, fingers combing through your hair. Someone was speaking to you, their voice gentle and sweet. The voice drove away the terror, drove away the nightmares. Brought you back into the real world. 

You blinked slightly, staring up at the blurry figure, surrounded by a ring of golden waves. An angel. An angel had saved you. She pulled you out of that terrifying place, back into the much more comfortable reality. You were freezing, your chest ached, you couldn’t breathe through your nose, your limbs were stiff, but you weren’t afraid. Because she was there. 

“There she is.” The angel cooed, bending down to kiss your forehead. When she pulled back you saw her face clearly. JJ. JJ was here. She was real. You smiled slightly and reached up, trying to touch her pretty hair. The blonde caught your hand and kissed your fingers, her baby blues full of relief. 

“You scared me. I called you four times. Everyone called you. Next time you fall asleep on the floor, maybe let someone know? So that you don't die?” She scolded, easing your head into her lap. You whimpered slightly, the simple movement causing agony. JJ made a sympathetic sound and stroked your hair, her face contorting into a concerned expression. 

“Okay baby, we’ve gotta get you into bed. It’ll be way more comfy then this floor.” She said softly, hooking an arm around your waist. You tried to help, but your body just wasn’t working right. Tears slipped down your cheeks but she continued to work, eventually getting you into bed. 

When you were finally laying on the comfortable surface, she wiped away the tears, trying to make you feel better. She was sitting on the bed beside you, both of your cheeks cupped in her warm hands. 

“Oh, honey you’re burning up. Have you been on the floor all day?” You nodded, a small sob escaping your lips. You were doing everything you could not to cry, but it just all hurt so much. You hated that you were so weak, it was just a cold but here you were, bawling in your girlfriend's arms. You just felt so bad. 

“Y/n, you’re miserable. Stop degrading yourself. Spence probably felt just as bad as you do, and you held his hand the entire time. This clearly isn’t just a cold. The flu’s pretty nasty right now.” Apparently you’d said those things out loud. If not, JJ could read your mind. You wouldn’t be surprised if she just profiled it out of you. 

“N-no profiling me!” You rasped, making her laugh. She kissed your hairline, which was no doubt sweaty, and hugged your head against her chest. 

“No more, I promise. Now, will you lay down and let me help?” You nodded, allowing her to tuck you in with your favorite blanket and a fond look. “Okay. I’m going to grab the thermometer and some medicine. Can you stay awake for me?” 

You pushed your head into the pillow by way of response, letting out a huge yawn. She squeezed your shoulder and you heard her leave the room. The second she was gone, your eyes fell shut. It was too hard to stay awake. 

When JJ came back into the room, she couldn’t help but smile. You were snoring quietly, your head almost invisible under the blanket she had laid over you. It seemed that it had taken you less than five minutes to fall asleep. With your pink nose, flushed cheeks and soft, sleepy snores, you were absolutely adorable. 

She came to sit beside you on the edge of the bed and slipped the thermometer into your mouth, discovering you were still slightly awake when you cracked an eye open to glare at her. She smiled and carded her fingers through your hair, lulling you back into a comfortable daze.

“Aw, baby 102.4. No wonder you feel so bad.” JJ murmured, already measuring the correct dose of medicine into the cap of the NyQuil. You whined loudly, knowing all too well that you sounded like a brat. 

“I know, just take it like a shot.” You glared at her, but she remained cool and collected. She was going to get her way whether you liked it or not. With a frustrated sigh, you drank the damn liquid, cringing as it hit your tastebuds. 

“Why is it called grape?” You rasped, burying your head back under your pile of blankets. JJ chuckled softly, somehow amused by your pain. “I’m gonna lick Spencer.” That got a real laugh. A laugh that made your insides feel warm, almost like being sick was worth it because you got to spend time with this beautiful woman. 

“I’ll let him know. Close your eyes honey, I’ll make soup when you wake up.” She promised, beginning to move off of the bed. You grabbed her wrist, not wanting to be alone. 

“Stay?” You mumbled, your voice barely audible. You shifted your head from the pillow to her shoulder, deciding that it was much more comfortable. She wrapped slender arms around you and hugged you tight, stroking your hair as you cuddled close. 

“Better?” You nodded. She made everything better. The blonde kissed your hair, acting every bit like the doting girlfriend she was. She was perfect. There was no one else you trusted more. 

“You’ll get sick.” 

“I got my flu shot. Call this a lesson in procrastination.” You grumbled tiredly and sniffled, wishing that you had remembered the flu shot. Still, you blamed Spencer. You would definitely be licking him in the future. 

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[softhairedhotch]

lil pre-relationship hotchgan fic that could be seen as platonic but i didn't write it with that in mind!!

comfortember day seven: sick/illness

aaron hotchner x derek morgan

jack is sick and aaron, in his panic, asks derek for help.

word count: 1k

warnings/content: jack is ill, worried aaron, derek saves the day, mentions of food and painkillers, pre-relationshup hotchgan fluff

comfortember masterlist here!

also on ao3!

spider-man and soup

Derek's phone rings in his pocket and he fishes it out, muting the song he's listening to as he checks the contact information. At the sight of Aaron's name, he almost sighs. "We got a case?" 

"What? No, no, sorry, do you think you can come to mine, please?" 

"Of course," Derek replies, stomach dropping at the panic in Aaron's voice. It's rare to hear his voice waver from its usual tone, much less sound as panicked as it does right now, and Derek feels uneasy. "What's wrong?"

"Jack's sick. Really sick. He needs, uh, some medicine, and Jessica isn't available so I guess I thought to call you." 

Derek silently wonders why he hadn't called JJ instead as he locks the front door and makes his way to his car but he refuses to voice that out loud. Now's not the time for that. "What do you need? I'll pick it up, Hotch, anything you want." 

"Cough medicine, some painkillers, cough drops if there's any available just in case, and a few snacks, if you can." 

Derek nods to himself, repeating the list as he starts the car. "Got it. Anything else?" 

"That'll be all, thanks." 

"I'll be over ASAP."

***

Finding the items for Jack proves much more difficult than he assumed it'd be. There's too many options, ones he's never even had the need to look at before, and he feels rather lost. Glancing around for a nearby employer and coming up short, he lets out a sigh and digs his phone out from his pocket, scrolling through his contacts before finding his mom's and calling. 

She answers on the third ring. "Sweetheart! Oh, what a lovely surprise." 

"Hey, mama," he replies, grinning at the sound of her voice. "Sorry for the random call, I just need some help with something." 

"Never apologize for calling me, Derek, it's always nice to hear your voice." She shuffles around on the other side of the line. "What do you need?" 

"Well, what do I buy for children? For medicine, I mean. When they're sick." 

She laughs, amused. "Derek Morgan, is there something you're not telling me?" 

"Wh– No, ma," he chuckles, "Jack's really sick." 

"Hm, you mean Aaron's boy?" There's a smirk in her voice. 

"Yes, ma, Aaron's boy. He asked me to grab him a few things and I'm a bit out of my depth here." 

"He asked you specifically, hm?" 

"Ma!" 

"Sorry, sorry, I'm just messin' with you, sweetheart. So, you're gonna wanna grab some Tylenol. Children's one, not the one for adults. The one with the oral suspension, if they have it, that always goes down much better from my experience. And then you'll want soup. Any soup will do but one without any bits in it, like tomato or chicken, also goes down better than anything else. You getting this, honey?"

Derek hums as he throws various items in his basket. "I am." 

"Good," she replies, before listing off a few more items he can grab. 

"Thanks, ma," he says once he's gotten everything he needs. "Really appreciate the help, you're a saint." 

"Takes one to know one." 

"Yeah, yeah," Derek chuckles. "Well, I have to go now, I'll call you sometime later this week, okay? I'll find out when I'm next free to visit and we'll arrange a date. That sound good?" 

"That sounds great. I love you, honey. Take care of Jack, yeah? And Aaron."

"I love you more, ma. And I will." 

He makes his way to the counter and pays for the items when his eye catches onto a mini Spider-man plush. "You wanna buy it?" The cashier asks, already grabbing it from where it's placed on display. "It's the last one." 

"Yeah, sure, why not?" 

It takes fifteen minutes to get from the store to Aaron's, fifteen minutes he's sure the poor man is stressing over in his panic. He pulls up to the apartment and parks beside Aaron's car, ensuring he has everything with him before making his way to the front door and knocking a specific pattern he picked up when he was younger that's become like second nature now.

The door opens immediately and an unkempt Aaron greets him with a relieved smile. Derek feels a flutter or two in his stomach at that but he pushes the thought away and smiles back. 

"Got you what you needed," he says, handing Aaron the bag. "You need me to do anything else?" 

"I think that's all. Thank you, I appreciate it." 

Derek nods and steps inside, ignoring the confused look Aaron sends him. "C'mon man, you're freaking out over here all alone, I'm not gonna leave you like this."

Aaron is speechless. 

"Besides, you'll need some company once Jack's settled down." 

"Will I?" 

"Yeah," he nods, heading to the kitchen and grabbing Jack's favourite bowl from the cupboard. "Don't want you losing your mind, do we? Wouldn't be good for the team's morale." Derek reaches out and takes the bag from Aaron's hand, pulling out the soup and a few more items before giving it back. "Now go be there for your kid, man. I'll make him something to eat." 

Aaron's shoulders drop and he looks like he might cry. "Thank you, Morgan." 

"Anytime, man." 

Later on in the night when Jack is fast asleep with a stomach full of soup, Spider-Man plush wrapped up in his arms and thumb in his mouth, Derek coaxes Aaron out into the living room. He forces him to relax on the couch before going back into the kitchen, coming out moments later with a tray of food. 

"You didn't have to do this, Morgan," Aaron says, sounding guilt-ridden. He looks down at the soup on the plate and the cheese toastie beside it. "I'm grateful, of course, but you didn't have to do all of this." 

"I know." 

"But you did it anyway." 

Derek drops beside him on the couch and grabs the remote, switching on the TV and putting on a random movie. "Of course I did." 

He misses the look of adoration that crosses Aaron's face. 

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[artcake]

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[decieve-ineigle-obfuscate]

Playing Nurse

Warnings: Illness. Language. That’s it.

Category: Fluff

W/C: 407

For my ill darling @ssamorganhotchner

You felt like shit. Like an "I had to force myself not to no call no show my boss" kinda shit.

You'd been swinging between 99.3º and 102.5º. You still hadn't decided whether the low-grade or high fever was worse.

The chills to hot flashes or whole-body aches.

And the only thing that usually made it better — your beloved and doting husband — was at work.

Keys and lock clicking sounded through the living room.

You just barely lifted your head to glance at the door from the couch.

Oh my god, he's home!

"Honey, I'm home." He called teasingly.

"Easy day?" You asked gently, stuffy nose making itself known.

"Hun?" He asked, stroking your hair.

"M sick." You groaned, burrowing further into your blankets as another round of chills hit.

"Honey. You should've called." He cooed, dropping his briefcase and kneeling beside you.

"You can't stay home too. One of us has to make money today." You groaned, leaning into the hand caressing your cheek.

He smiled, head tilting. "I want to take care of you, honey."

I fucking love those eyes. 

"You can take care of me now. If you don't mind risking getting sick." You offered.

"You're more important to me than anything." He said, scooping you up off the couch and carrying you toward your shared bedroom.

"Promise?" You teased, nuzzling into his neck.

"Promise, baby."

Aaron set you down gently, kissing your forehead.

"Your fever feels pretty low." 

"Don't hold your breath," You warned, "It's been flip-flopping all day."

He nodded before stepping out of the room.

Clanging sounded in the kitchen before he returned with a cup of tea.

"To soothe your throat." He explained with another kiss.

You sipped on it, cuddling into him as he climbed into bed.

"I love you so much." He cooed.

Tucking further into him, you sighed and closed your eyes.

"That's it, my love. Try to get some rest. I'll be here when you wake up." He promised, tucking the blankets up around your arms.

As your eyes drifted shut, he squeezed you tighter.

You woke up to lips pressing to your forehead, promptly followed by a cool metal piece.

"Aaron?" You whispered.

"I'm here honey. Your fever broke."

"Hell yeah." You said, grinning lightly.

"Told you I'd be here." 

You opened your eyes to one of his rare smiles. "I love you playing nurse for me."

"I love playing nurse for you."

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[emberfrostlovesloki]

Personal + Writing Update [a ramble]

Photo credit @hotchbabygirl

First of all, can we just appreciate how glorious this man is? Just look at him. The white shirt is driving me crazy.

Second, I'm sorry I haven't been as active on here these days. I've been trying very hard to keep up with the classes that I teach instead of pushing it all to the last minute. I am by nature a procrastinator, so this is hard for me. But now it's Spring Break so I have some time for myself. So that means I'm going to get some good reading and writing done. Much of my writing and its tone are affected by the things that I've been reading. So to me, reading is a big part of my writing process. Anyhow, I am almost done with a sick!aaron fic! then after that, I have an aaron!smut planned and then hurt!aaron. So the ideas are there for sure!

I just want to thank everyone for your support. You mean so so much to me. I love coming on here every day and reading and writing in this amazing community.

Also, the amazing @sucker-for-emily-prentiss wrote a fantastic fic based off of my March CM Prompt List (link). You can read their fic here The beauty hidden underneath (linked). Please check out this fic and check out their other amazing works.

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[hotchsdoormat]

i promise if thomas gibson ever dared to look at me like this i’d never complain about anything ever again

#the way he’s in costume too so we get to see adoring aaron #i’m sick to my stomach #why not me #criminal minds #aaron hotchner #thomas gibson #amelia is talking without purpose

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Emily Prentiss x Baby Daughter Reader

Summary: 3 year old Y/N is sick so Mama Emily calls on two people to help her look after her sick child.

Third person pov...

Loud crying wakes up Emily Prentiss, the black haired woman, jumps up form her bed gun in hand, the crying was coming from the room her kid was is, yawning the Mother tucks her gun into her waist band.

She then makes her way out of her room and to the room next to hers, she turns on the night light by the door before walking up to the crib in the middle of the room, the woman does a quick look around before bending down nad picking up the crying child.

"Shh Shh your okay, your okay N/N it's me it's mama" she whispers to the child. Y/N had snot running down her face, so Emily grabbed a tissue and whiped her face, but the snot keep coming which made the child cry even more.

Emily holds the child to her hip and rubs a hand up and down her back trying to calm the three year old down, soon Y/N was only sniffling slightly.

Thw three year old was sucking her thumb with her had leaning against Emily's bare shoudler, she now realised she was only wearing a tank top and short knowonder she felt cold.

"Whats wrong N/N can you tell Mama?" Emily asks the baby in her arms, Y/N shakes her head and cuddles closer into her Mama still sniffling. "head hurt" came the mumbled croaky voice of Y/N.

Emily frowns, "oh no poor baby" she coos as Y/N cuddles more into her,  Y/N is only this cuddly when she isn't feeling well, Emily touches her hand to Y/N forehead, it felt a littler warm, Emily looked closer and saw a red ting to Y/Ns cheeks.

"No need for the hospital yet" mumbles Emily, she then lifts YN head up and listens to her breathing. "Sounds a little chesty" Emily was at a loss at what she should do.

The woman stands rocking Y/N for a minute before remembering who else has kids. "Of course Hotch and JJ" she exclaims grabbing her phone from her room and bringing up her contacts.

She paused, who should she call JJ or Hotch, both have kids ans both should know how to help. She then looks at the baby in her arms.

"Who should I call Y/N?" She asks thr three year old, the E/C eyed baby looks up at her Mama and coughs loudly before she starts bawling again.

Emily comforts her  "Ohhh ohh shhh shhh it's okay N/N, your okay" she whispers kissing her daughters head lovingly, she then clicks on JJs contact, she then put the phone on speaker and waited for JJ to pick up.

As she waited Emily looked at the clock on her desk, it read 3.30am "sorry JJ" she mumbles realising JJ would be a sleep still, then finally said Blonde woman answered the phone. "Emily is everything okay?" came JJs worried voice through the phone.

Emily then grabbed it and held it up to her face. "Hey Jen, sorry for calling so late, its Y/N i think shes ill but im not sure what to do" explained the black haired woman, silence is hear before JJ starts laughting.

"baby troubles, thats what you called me for" laughed the blonde making Emily blush. "well it was either you or Hotch because you both have kids" pouted the Black haired woman as JJs laughter died down.

"okay, so Y/Ns ill, have you checked her forehead for a fever?"

"yep done that she did feel a little warm, also she has quite chesty coughs as well and she complained of a headache. im not sure what to do JJ" whines Emily, she was clueless and hopfully JJ might be able to help her.

"okay okay i get it, Have you given her any medicine?" askes JJ

Emily face palms internal, the one thing she didnt think to give her 3 year old. "no i havent done that it didnt even cross my mind" confessed Emily, she was greeted with JJ laughing at her misery. 

"of course, its natural you're a first time parent, it takes time to learn to be calm during these kinds of situations" JJ says, Emily begins walking to the bathroom to get some nedicine for Y/N. 

"yeah thanks for the help JJ"

"of course Em, good night"

"night Jen" 

Emily then ends the call and puts her phone in her pocket and uses one hand to riffle through the medicine cabinet. she soon finds some paracetamol, she then grabs the right amount for a three year old, the then went to the kitchen and filled a cup of water for Y/N.

Emily then pried her arms away from her neck so she could sit on the counter and have the medicine, Emily crushed the tablets into half and gave them to Y/N, the baby whines but swallows them.

once she was done Emily whiped Y/Ns nose again and picked her up. "hopefully that will help your head ache N/N" she mutters before walking back upstairs and into her room knowing Y/N will want to sleep with her.

once they were both under the covers Emily made sure Y/N was breathing before falling asleep, herself. It was only an hour later she was once again woken up to crying, the mother bouced awake and turned around to see Y/N bawling her eyes out once again.

Emily then sits up with Y/N in her arms, Emilys tired to comfort her but nothing will work. "what should i do, i cant call JJ again" mumbled Emily before groaning the only other person she could call would be her Boss.

She looked down at her still crying child and gave in for Y/Ns sake, she turned on her phone and clicked on Hothes number, Emily rubs Y/Ns back comfortingly as the girl cries and coughs, it breaks Emilys heart.

A few rings later and Hotch answers. "Prentiss? is everything okay" he asks as Emily shhhes Y/N. "Hey Hotch sorry for calling so late i jsut really need some advice" she yelled over the crying.

she could practically see Hotch raising an eyebrow. "of course that that would be?" he askes

"Children advice, pacifically when they are ill" she say, Hotch goes silent before he speaks. "it Y/N okay?" he asks worried about the baby.

"thats the thing Hotch, i don't know whats wrong with her, she has a small fever, she complained of a headache, shes coughing alot, runny nose, possible sore thraot" says Emily listening of Y/Ns sy,toms. 

"sounds like she has a cold to me Prentiss" says Hotch

"of course the most simplest thing and it went completely over my head, sorry to bother you with this Hotch" Says Emily now she felt bad waking him up for a cold.

she hears Hotch laugh slightly over the phone "its all okay Prentiss i understand, first time parent is hard especially when your child is sick, you could make a honey and lemon water for her to sooth the sore throat" said the man.

Emily thought about it. "sounds like a good idea, thanks Hotch sorry again" says Emily before ending the call, she looks down at the child who finally stopped crying and fell asleep in her arms.

"finally" she whispers before deciding to stay in her positions she didnt want to wakw up Y/N again.

the end!

i hope you liked this ineshot! and as usual so sorry for the grammar and spelling mistakes.

requests are open!

word count: 1235

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[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

Time to do what I always do when I am at home sick

Watch Criminal Minds, season 12, episode 2

#criminal minds #luke alvez #jennifer jareau #will lamontagne #tara lewis #penelope garcia #aaron hotchner #david rossi #spencer reid #sick day

[ssahotchnerr]

do y’all have any fluffy domestic aaron requests 🥺

#aaron hotchner x reader #domestic aaron has been on my mind constantly the past few days since i’ve been so sick #i just want him to take care of me :( #aaron hotchner #criminal minds

[somber-sapphic]

Flu in the FBI

〘Prompt 7 (day 8, oops)- "You're a jerk when you're sick.〙

〘Notes- Yeah, I was going to post this yesterday but I only finished it a few minutes ago. I'm probably just going to write as I have time for now, but I'll do my best to keep up with this month! Excuse the title, it's bad. Also for the editing, it doesn't exist :,)〙

〘Summary- Morgan really can't take a hint.〙

〘Word Count- 1.2k〙

〘Pairing- JJ x Sick Emily (CM)〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

“Come on Prentiss, just a quick game!” Morgan teased, throwing a sugar packet at the brunette’s head. Emily didn’t even look up to register the “attack”, she just continued to power through her paperwork with gritted teeth.

The game he was talking about was a version of basketball in which they would try to throw as many sugar packets into a paper cup as they could in a minute. The loser usually had to take a portion of the winner’s paperwork. It was something they often did to lighten the mood of their dreary workplace.

Normally, the former Interpol agent would’ve taken him up on the challenge, but she didn’t have the energy. The slight cold she’d felt developing on the second day of the case had turned into a full-on bout of the flu, and it was kicking her ass.

Another packet of sugar smacked her on the head, but she ignored it, focusing instead on making sure her letters were even slightly recognizable. Her hands had grown progressively shakier throughout the last few hours, turning her already messy handwriting into chicken scratch.

“Not tonight, Morgan.” Emily croaked, stifling a sneeze. She was secretive about it, in fact someone who didn’t know her well wouldn’t have noticed. Reid, who was standing slightly to the side of her, only knew that she had sneezed because of the quick tensing in her shoulders and the slight bob of her head. The woman had mastered the art of being discreet.

“What, scared you’ll lose?” Derek taunted, a gloating edge to his voice. Had he been paying attention he would’ve seen the reddening around Emily’s nostrils, the glassy tint to her typically sharp brown eyes, and the ghastly pale shade of her skin. Most of the color in her face was coming from the red spots on her cheeks that had come with the spike in her fever.

 “I said no.” She snapped back, her words more clipped despite the congestion. Her patience for his antics was wearing thin and she had no energy for his lighthearted teasing. Deep down the BAU agent knew that her friend meant no harm, but this illness had her short tempered and miserable. As soon as she had completed her work she planned to drive home and sleep until she was free of this illness.

“Nah, I get it. You don’t want to make a fool out of yourself in front of Spencer. Don’t worry princess, I don’t think he cares.” It may have been his own exhaustion not letting him notice Emily’s poor mood, but it didn’t matter. He had pushed her over the edge, and she wasn’t going to hold back.

“Morgan. I said no. I do not want to play your stupid game; I want to finish my fucking work and then I want to go home. What part of that isn’t clear to you?” She slammed her hands onto her desk and glared at him, trying to muster the scariest look she could. It was hard to look menacing with a runny nose, but Emily pulled it off.

The tall man stood there in shock, not having expected such a strong reaction. His confusion turned to worry as he finally realized just how sick his coworker was, but that quickly shifted to frustration. He was annoyed with himself for not noticing and annoyed with Emily for her tone. Sure, he had deserved it, but no one liked to be talked to like that.

“You’re a jerk when you’re sick.” He grumbled, walking back to his own desk.

“Oh, I’mthe jerk? You were throwing shit at my head!” Oops. He hadn’t meant for her to hear that. Emily was fuming and, more embarrassingly, felt like she was about to start crying. The stern words of her mother rang in her head, demanding that she keep her emotions in check. She could cry when she got back to her apartment.

“Hey, what’s going on over here?” JJ asked, appearing out of seemingly nowhere. Apparently the two had been louder than they realized, they had attracted a crowd. Garcia had emerged from her Bat Cave and even Hotch was hovering by the door to his office, surveying his troops.

Rossi was probably deep into his glass of Whiskey by now and couldn’t care less about the happenings of his team as long as they weren’t actively trying to kill each other.

“Nothing.” Emily whispered, sitting back down at her desk. If JJ got involved, she was going to coddle Emily and that, while a tempting idea, wouldn’t let Emily get her work done.

Unlike the others, JJ wasn’t about to let this go. She could see that not only was her girlfriend sick, but she was much sicker than she was letting on. The blonde had noticed it first when Emily had fallen asleep on the plane, but she was secretly hopeful that it was just the lack of rest during the case.

Now it was clear that it wasn’t simple tiredness, her beautiful lover was sick. JJ sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her frustration at bay. She could already tell that Morgan felt bad, but in the short run that didn’t really matter. For now, she needed to get Emily home and get the fever under control.

“Alright. Em, pack your stuff. And one of you,” She jabbed her finger at Morgan and Reid, “is finishing her work. I’ll pay you back later.” The media liaison was not looking for an argument, she had said that they were doing Emily’s paperwork so they would be doing Emily’s paperwork.

“Jayje, I’m fine. I’m almost done anyway.” The brunette protested weakly, no fight behind her words. There was a very good chance that she would be dragged home, and she’d realized that she would be more than okay with that.

“Shush, you look awful,” JJ’s face softened as she looked down at the slightly pathetic woman and she reached out to stroke her cheek. It wasn’t often they showed affection in the workplace.

Even though their relationship had been approved by Hotch, the rest of the team hadn’t been told about it. Being profilers, they had probably figured it out, but no one would say anything until the two felt comfortable.

“Let’s go hun, I’ll make sure Hotch knows.” She said gently, holding out a hand Emily. The brunette hesitated for only half a second before taking JJ’s soft hand and standing with her purse over her shoulder.

With their fingers tangled together, the two women walked toward the exit and entered the elevator. As soon as the two were alone Emily dropped her head onto her girlfriend’s shoulder and coughed painfully into her hand. It sounded like she had been suppressing the fit for a while, and just let it run its course as her body shook from the force.

“Oh sweetheart. Why didn’t you say anything?” She murmured, brushing her lips across Emily’s hot temple. The brunette radiating heat and shivering simultaneously. JJ was itching to get her ill girlfriend home and into a warm bed.

“We were working.” Emily sighed, her voice raw and gravely. She shifted closer to the blonde, beginning to fall asleep standing up and JJ couldn’t help but smile. The woman she loved may be a workaholic, but at least she listened when told to. Well, to JJ anyway.

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[masterwords]

can't cool down

Summary: Coda to 4x24 - Amplification - Hotch and Derek are a little turned on by all the adrenaline after basically saving the world, and then they go see Reid in the hospital and things get weird.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 2.7k

Warnings: lots of sex talk/innuendo (with no sex), hospitals/illness (reid/anthrax), food

Notes: Day Two of @criminalmindsweek using the prompt “This is not what it looks like.”. I also used a kiss prompt sent in as a request by @toli-a for an added bonus! 41 -…because the world is saved) Wrote this quick and dirty, probably had too much fun with it. It's bonkers. Totally wackadoodle. Borderline crack fic. Don't take any of it too seriously okay? <3

Read on AO3: can't cool down

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The look Derek gave him on the platform is burned in his mind. It was shock, it was sultry, it was a mixture of things that Hotch didn’t need to see as they followed the General out of the train station. There was heat in his eyes, desire written all over his features. They both felt it. Hotch knew the fire in his own eyes was sending the same signals.

A moment that charged has a way of bringing about certain changes in their bodies, the pheromones, the animal instincts that remind Hotch why he tries to separate them in the field. He’s pretty good at keeping his hormones in check, keeping his mind on the job, not letting his dick do any of the thinking but when they’re facing down a man with a bag full of a biological nightmare and he’s right there beside Derek and all he can smell is Derek it’s just really fucking hard to focus. He’s highly skilled, highly trained and he’s battling his own body for control of his impulses like a thirteen year old.

He was thinking about the anthrax, and he was really focused on it, but the moment it was secure and they turned to head up the stairs and out of the station it all vanished. Pfff! Into thin air. And now he’s only thinking about one thing. He wants Derek to fuck him until he forgets his own name. He shimmies his hips a little to adjust himself and takes a deep, shaky breath. Going up the stairs helps. The adrenaline pushes through him, he reaches for the railing and launches himself up one step after another, daring to take two at a time every few moments just to get to the SUV faster.

Derek is right on his heels. “Hotch! Slow down!”

No can do, he thinks. If he slows down it’s all over. The SUV is in sight, just down the road. He managed to park it at the end, away from people, but now it seems so far away. He lowers his head and ducks through the crowd of people gathered, wondering what was going on, why the military and SWAT were swarming the station. Derek turns to the side, tries to make himself smaller to get through the crowd in Hotch’s wake, suddenly acutely aware of why Hotch is moving so quickly.

An almost evil smile appears as he walks and he slows down. He’s going to make Hotch wait. He’s spent years training his body to wait for pleasure, to stretch it out. Never knowing where or when the next person will appear. He knows Hotch has never had to wait, he’s never wondered when he would get his next fix. He’d been with Haley since high school and everything was routine. Things are different now. After the divorce he found himself almost desperate, and the first time he and Derek hooked up he was so touch-starved, so eager that he lost it before they even started. He’s getting better now. They don’t have sex during cases, they’ve both drawn a hard line there. It’s easier to stay sharp if they don’t and that’s always been fine, it isn’t an issue...except cases like this. The ones where it seems like the whole world is on the line and wouldn’t it be damn good just to go at it one more time before everything burns? The cases that come with an almost superhero-like charge. The moment it’s over and that rush is making you vibrate out of your skin, that fevered anguish at not just being able to do what you want right away because you just saved everyone and there are expectations but the person making you lose your mind is right beside you and if you could just...well...Hotch is a man who has built his entire existence on the lie that he can have complete control and right now he’s learning that it’s all been a lie because he has so little control it’s laughable.

And the worst part is that Derek thinks it’s fun. It’s exciting. The only thing that keeps Hotch hanging on is that moment when they do finally get to the point where Hotch’s tie is in Derek’s teeth and they’re almost ripping their way through layers of clothing because they’re so desperate. Derek moaning that his t-shirt is expensive, don’t rip it, and Hotch muttering about Derek getting slobber on his Gucci. That’s always worth the wait.

But they don’t have time for any of that right now and they both know it. Hotch’s tie will remain in place for the time being and neither of them will be happy about it. Hotch slides into the driver’s seat and waits for Derek to get in, to put on his seat belt, to be ready to go. He turns on the air conditioner full blast and aims the fans directly at his pink fevered skin, willing the rush to dissipate even a little. He hasn’t been this out of control in so long...it feels like being a hormonal teenager again. It’s that bad. His skin feels tight and hot, he’s practically rabid. The engine purrs and vibrates the metal frame beneath them, it doesn’t help in the least. If not for the air conditioner, he would turn the engine off just so it would stop teasing him.

“We did it,” he says quietly, willing his mind to focus itself where it belongs: on the case. The anthrax. The innocent people around them that came closer to death than they could ever imagine. Derek hums in response, his voice resonating like the purr of a big cat.

“You think we wouldn’t?”

“I had some reservations about the General’s willingness to play along…”

The world looks brighter, the smells and sounds more intense. Hotch thinks he might be getting ready to pass out, the shift is that dramatic. There are bright flashes, bursts of red and blue and green across the field of his vision. A fireworks display in midday. But then Derek grabs Hotch’s tie and pulls him close, over the mound of the center console and kisses him heavy and bruising on the mouth. Hotch makes a strangled sound, hands flying up, cupping the sides of Derek’s head, holding him in place. In case he thought he was just going to offer one kiss and leave, Hotch is too desperate for that.

“Dude like that’s no match for us,” Derek breathes into the kiss, into Hotch’s lungs. His hand is wrapped in Hotch’s tie, pinning him in place. “We saved the world today like big damn heroes.”

“A train station full of people,” Hotch corrects with a small smile, his hands sliding down to Derek’s shoulders.

“Might as well have been the world. To those people it was.”

“True.”

There are no more words. Hotch doesn’t want to talk, and even if he did it’s clear that Derek has other plans for their mouths. The windows are fogging up but the air conditioner feels good on fevered skin and the little sounds of pleasure Derek is making only drive him even more insane. He wants to throw the car in drive and find a little motel, rent by the hour. He’d pay any amount of money for a bed and a door that locks. He’s having an awfully hard time thinking about anything else.

But there isn’t anyone around where the SUV is parked for the time being, so they stay put. The engine idles and the fan blows cool air and they kiss. It’s about as much as either of them is capable of. Hotch isn’t sure he could drive right now, his mind is so far gone, his body in total control and wanting only one thing. So they let it play out like teenagers at the make out spot, until their phones are buzzing and they have to drop reluctantly back into reality. To the fact that they’re still technically working. Hotch glances around to find them still alone, the world having returned to some semblance of normal during their small absence.

“Strauss wants me back at Quantico,” Hotch rasps, his throat parched, lips dry. Derek is already reaching into his pocket for chapstick, slicking his own lips with the cherry balm. He offers the little tube to Hotch, but Hotch takes it directly from Derek’s lips with another kiss instead. “I’ll drop you off at the hospital. Sounds like Reid should be awake soon. The drugs worked.”

Derek shakes his head. “Come with me. I’m sure he’d like to see you too. Strauss can wait.”

Hotch has his doubts. He always does. Can’t imagine why the team would want him hanging around when they’re not working, Derek being the obvious and only real exception. Even Dave chooses other members of the team over him when he’s looking for someone to hang out with. And the thing is, that’s fine. It doesn’t bother him. Hotch has friends outside of the team, he’s got his family, he has plenty. But Derek isn’t content with that. The team are well aware that they’ve been seeing each other for a long time now, it isn’t news to anyone. It wasn’t news after the case in New York, when Derek’s jealousy and Hotch’s feelings clashed so mightily that the world shook beneath their feet.

Hotch hates hospitals, though. He’s spent too much time in them. For other people, for himself. The smells are overwhelming and turn his stomach. He’s still coursing with adrenaline when they pull up and park in the garage, Derek refusing once again to let him go off on his own no matter how hard he tries. He’s always pulling him closer, not letting him pull away.

The room is quiet. Reid is sleeping peacefully and he looks almost like himself again. The sheen of sweat is gone and his color has returned. They’re both relieved in a way that takes over their entire bodies. Hotch is no longer feral, he’s in total control of his faculties and for that he’s grateful. He clasps his hands behind his back and wanders around the room, pacing, still too full of adrenaline to sit down but his mind is working a mile a minute. He’s got reports to fill out, meetings with Strauss and her bosses, he’s going to be working well into the night on this one. His mind wanders to food when a cart wheels by with something that smells like tomato soup rattling around on top. He needs to eat, it’s been hours and that cipro he took is burning in his stomach. Food will help. Maybe he’ll take Derek to lunch...or dinner...it occurs to him that he doesn’t even know what time it is. He hasn’t bothered to look at a clock this entire time.

“Jell-O,” Derek says, pointing at Reid’s untouched tray of food. There are little saltine packets, a cup of jell-O and an ice water that’s half-melted. “I love jell-o.” Derek reaches for it, snatching it off of the tray quickly along with the plastic spoon that sits beside it.

“That belongs to Reid,” Hotch warns with a smirk as Derek peels back the foil lid.

“He doesn’t like jell-o, pretty sure he told me that once…”

“I don’t think that’s true. He only eats sugar.”

Derek inhales the artificial fruit scent with a smile. It’s been years since he’s had a jell-o. “No, I’m pretty sure he said he hates jell-o.” He takes a bite, slides the jello off of the plastic spoon and almost melts into the flavor. It’s sweet and tart, wiggles on his tongue before melting and tastes like childhood. Summer vacation, running through the streets, being bribed by the bodega owners to be good kids. It was an easy trade, don’t make trouble and you get a jell-o. Only it was never name brand, it was always some off-brand thing with the word “gel” in the title somewhere, and Derek always reached for grape.

He offers a spoonful to Hotch who shakes his head at first, on principal only because it belongs to Reid...but soon Derek is grinning and making airplane noises until Hotch opens up his mouth and takes a bite. Jack loves jell-o, and it’s a special treat he keeps in the apartment for the nights Jack comes to stay with him. Those nights are rare, special occasions filled with movies and junk food and other things his mother probably wouldn’t approve of. It feels good going in though, he hadn’t realized how lightheaded and dizzy he was feeling until that sugar hit his system. He takes another bite willingly and smiles into a jell-o flavored kiss. He almost forgets where they are.

“What’re you doing?” comes a hoarse voice, words strung together with very little enunciation. It’s muffled and soft, confused. They both stop mid-bite, Hotch with the spoon still in his mouth, Derek grinning like a mad man.

“It isn’t what it looks like,” Derek says automatically while Hotch pushes the spoon out of his mouth and tries to straighten himself up. Look dignified. This is a nightmare.

“Mmm,” Reid hums a little, propping himself up on his elbows to get a good look around the room. His eyes flicker over equipment and furniture, take in the sunlight streaming through the window and the two men involved in something that looks dangerously like fully clothed foreplay. He can’t think of a worse thing to wake up to. “Looks like you’re feeding Hotch jell-o…”

“Yeah, okay, maybe it is what it looks like…”

“Is that my jell-o?”

Derek, a deer caught in headlights, shrugs. He tries not to look too guilty. “I thought you hated the stuff.”

“That’s salad, Morgan. I hate salad. I love jell-o.” Reid’s voice is gaining strength as he speaks, the raspy phlegm sound dissipating as his frustration with the two men in the room with him grows. The heart monitor spikes for a moment before he settles himself.

“Oh. My bad. Well this one is spicy, anyway.”

“Spicy jell-o?”

“Yeah. Spicy jell-o, ya jerk. You wouldn’t like it.” Hotch has to stop himself from laughing by covering his mouth and turning away. He’s certain he should have gone back to meet with Strauss, now. This is just too much for him. Derek spends too much time with Jack, that’s his favorite trick. Jack will stay the night with them and catch one of them sneaking a piece of chocolate or a little bit of ice cream and the response is always that it’s spicy. He wouldn’t like it. Jack pulled the same trick just that morning with his cereal. “Iz spicy, you wouldn’t like it daddy,” he’d said when Hotch said his cereal looked good. Derek hadn’t laughed that hard in a long time, he thought he was going to break a rib. Watching Derek with Reid, he can’t help but see the way his default mode right now is dad mode and it’s so sweet he can hardly stand it.

“I’ll go ask the nurses to bring another jell-o,” Hotch says quietly, composing himself. He needs to make a phone call, he needs to gather himself, he needs to get out of this room. “What flavor do you like?”

“Just not the spicy kind,” Reid replies with a smirk in his most sarcastic voice as Derek sinks into the visitor’s chair. “So, any jell-o. Any jell-o is fine, Hotch. Thank you.” He’s glaring at Derek now while he finishes the little cup of jell-o, content not to have to fight for it. And even though the cup is too big, he pops it into his mouth and runs his tongue around the entire circumference like it was a jell-o shot, wishing it were in fact. Then he pops it out into his hand and tosses it into the trash can from across the room.

“SWISH! I’ll take another, too baby. Green please. This one was too spicy.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #hotchgan #criminal minds #hotch x morgan #a little bit of sick reid #fanfiction #criminal minds week 2023

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aaron hotchner doesn't smile at work because he only smiles into my kisses at home <33

#this has been in my drafts since 2021 #i love that he smiles when he kisses someone it makes me SICK!!! #so real #aaron hotchner