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  Fandom:
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  Relationship:
      Aaron_Hotchner/Spencer_Reid, past_Aaron_Hotchner/Haley_Hotchner, Maeve
      Donovan/Spencer_Reid, Brief_Maeve_Donovan/Spencer_Reid, Derek_Morgan/
      Spencer_Reid_but_in_a_brotherly_kinda_way, Jennifer_"JJ"_Jareau/William
      LaMontagne_Jr., Penelope_Garcia/Kevin_Lynch, Spencer_Reid/David_Rossi_but
      brief_im_sorry_im_a_fag_for_them, Gosvintha_Tourist/Abraham_Dunham, David
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      Aaron_Hotchner, Spencer_Reid, Derek_Morgan, Penelope_Garcia, Emily
      Prentiss, Maeve_Donovan, Jennifer_"JJ"_Jareau, David_Rossi, Kevin_Lynch,
      William_LaMontagne_Jr., Jack_Hotchner, Eren_Strauss, Sam_Cooper, Mick
      Rawson, John_"Prophet"_Sims, Gina_LaSalle, Gosvintha_Tourist, Abraham
      Dunham, Original_Female_Character(s), Original_Male_Character(s),
      Pignuklif
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      professor, They're_kinda_OOC_at_times, Aaron_is_sweet, sweet_like
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      Published: 2017-08-15 Updated: 2017-08-22 Chapters: 4/? Words: 15819
****** Just Another Coffee Shop AU ******
by pignuklif
Summary
     Aaron and Spencer meet at a coffee shop
     SPARKS FLY and so do other things.
     I'm so sorry.
     Forgive me, father, for I have sinned.
     Heed the tags in the beginning of each chapter, please.
Notes
     HEY, I am PIGNUKLIF and I hate myself.
     So you may know me as the fag who NEVER FINISHES HIS FANFICS and
     yeah, whatever, so what ?
     This one I may actually finish.
     MY FRIEND dared me to make this fanfic and at first I was like
     mEhEHeh this is weird BECAUSE I honestly hate COFFEE SHOP AND CAFE
     AUs so then I put a twist to it BAM,, then I fell in love with it.
     A FEW NOTES:
     I walk with a cane in real life and when Spencer walked with a cane
     (what was it, season 4 ? 5 ?) I wanted to incorporate that into the
     fanfic and did and it helps me feel as if I am Spencer Reid and it
     helps with like. Writing him in the fic and what not. I hope this
     doesn't bother anybody. If it does fuck you, don't read my dang fic.
     I LOVE constructive criticism if given properly so if you see any
     areas where you're like "ok thE FUCK no" please tell me and I'll try
     to fix it or if I don't feel like it I will at least acknowledge
     your, uh. Um. YOUR CRITICISM.
     also if something if like also if you see something that you think I
     should have warned everybody in the summary or notes or tags be like
     "hey DUDE what the FUCK is this I didn't sign up foR this" SO yeah.
     SPENCE AND AY AY RON ARE KINDA UH. OOC SOMETIMES; SORRY> SPENCER IS
     SASSY AND AARON IS OBLIVIOUS I'M JUST GONNA THROW THAT OUT THERE.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Do You Believe in Love at First Sight ? *****
Across the coffee shop, he noticed a man. Tall, sharp, brooding and clean. The
man was almost too clean. Most people around here are either junkies or
hippies; or both. He looked down at his book when the man looked over and felt
his cheeks grow warm. He wasn't into men. He looked up to the man and looked
back down almost immediately after. Okay, never mind, he was into men. More
specifically that man.
“Doctor ?” Came a chilling voice from the woman in front of him. Shit. He
forgot all about Maeve.
“Sorry, pardon ?” She giggled and he clenched his teeth.
“Are you okay ? You seem… Out of it.”
“I'm alright, really. Sorry.” A nod.
“Your profile said you graduated high school at the age of twelve,” she said,
agonizingly slow.
“Yeah.” He waited for an elaboration. “And ?”
“Oh. That's just impressive. To me. I guess.” He nodded and looked away,
feeling guilty. He and Maeve Donovan were set up by their friend and neither of
them seemed to click yet. They liked the same books and she got almost all of
his historical references, but there was something missing. The electric touch,
the magnifying gaze, the most obvious signs from deep within both of their
guts… Or maybe he just read too many sci-fi/fantasy books.
“I'm sorry this isn't going that well,” he sighed, mostly sarcastically but she
didn't seem to catch on.
“Oh, it isn't a big deal… Most of these kinds of setups don't work out with
me.” Again, he waited for an elaboration, but she just avoided his gaze and
took a sip of her coffee. Her plain, black, dull coffee. He looked to his own
and watched a few fizzy bubbles disperse into nothing at the edge of his mug.
Seven spoons of sugar and a load of creamer. He never liked anything short of a
sugar-induced morning via self-made coffee. Good thing this coffee shop was
like a subway for coffee. You could make it from scratch from whatever beans,
fill it with whatever creamer, and add any toppings or flavors you wanted. He
looked back to Maeve’s coffee and frowned, noticeably. What a sad cup of
coffee.
“Doctor ?” He shook his head and looked back up at Maeve, noticing her face
turning sour. He laughed inwardly but shook his head, exasperatedly.
“You'll have to forgive me for my bluntness, but I don't think anything will
work out here.” Maeve blinked and he continued. “Call me crude, but I need to
go. I'm bored.” He started to get up, packing his book and taking one last sip
of his coffee. “I hope the rest of your morning is productive and rewarding.
Goodbye, Ms. Donovan.”
“Goodbye, Doctor Reid…” He was about to leave out the door when he tripped on
somebody’s foot and backed into a very good smelling man. He turned around to
look down—due to his lithe and tall form, Spencer has been prone to look down
at people at first glance—only to look back up and bore his eyes into the
familiar face of the brooding man from earlier. The clean man. He noticed the
man’s vanilla and honey scented suit and his stomach did a U-turn trying to
drive itself out of his mouth. The man before him was truly a beautiful work of
art. High cheekbones, lightly stubbled beard on a jawline that could cut glass,
short ravenette hair that he so desperately wanted to reach out and touch. He
blinked a few times before blushing and finally backing away from the other
man’s heat.
“I’m so sorry,” he barely managed to whisper, he feared the man would have to
strain in order to hear his light tone. Curse him for being such a socially
awkward genius.
“It's fine. Were you headed out ?” He looked up at the man and raised an
eyebrow. He'd love to comment on the man’s sharp, low, smoky voice but he was
too concentrated on the aspects of the question. The man must have realized
this and the corners of his mouth twitched into an ever so barely noticeable
smile. You'd have to be as close as he was to this man to see the smile—Spencer
guessed the man didn't smile much—. “Sorry, I was aiming for holding the door
open for you. I didn't mean for it to come off sounding creepy.”
“You didn't sound creepy,” he said a little too quickly. He cleared his throat
and averted the man’s piercing gaze. He almost felt as if the man was trying
to… Profile him. “And, yes. I was just heading out; that's very thoughtful of
you.” The man only hummed gruffly in response and walked ahead of Spencer to
open the door. His heart seemed to turn to glitter and hum with affection as he
walked past the man holding the door so graciously and patiently for him. What
a gentleman. What a f– Hang on. Wait, no, where's he going. He's–
“H-Hey, wait !” Spencer practically squealed, watching the clean man’s back
saunter off into the goddamn unknown. The man turned around looking confused
and he felt his face flush under his gaze. That was stupid of him to do. He
should have just let them both go their separate ways. “Wh–… What's your name
?” The man smiled—a little more noticeable this time—and started walking back
towards Spencer. He felt small when he was around the man. Frail, even. The
man’s gaze was so strong and enticing; his frame so much more masculine than
Spencer’s own. Sure, he wasn't The Rock, but he wasn't overweight or skinny,
either. He was… Perfect.
“And yours ?” Fuck, what. What, oh fuck. Did he just doze off again ?? Okay.
Play it cool. He swallowed what seemed to be a baseball down his throat and
shrugged.
“Doctor Spencer Reid and yours ?” The man only chuckled and began to ask about
him being a doctor. Damn it. It didn't work.
“A medical doctor ?” The man asked. He scoffed.
“No, I finished my undergraduate degree at sixteen and received my first
doctorate in Mathematics the following year. Between the ages of seventeen and
twenty-one, I completed two more doctorates in Chemistry and Engineering and
two more Bachelor's degrees in psychology and sociology. People call me doctor
but that doesn't necessarily mean I'm in the medical field.” The man only
stared in awe at Spencer. “So, uh. Eherm. What's your title ? Full title, if
you will ?” The man seemed to ignore his question and just began to throw
praise after praise at him.
“You are a superhuman genius, Doctor. What is your IQ ? If that isn't too rude
to ask.” He wouldn't see why it would be but answered it nonetheless.
“187. I can read 20,000 words per minute. This is all mainly due to my eidetic
memory. Now, back to–”
“That is truly something, Doctor Reid. I envy you.” He said it as
enthusiastically as he could, but there was still a seriousness to his voice,
not to mention his ever-so stoic poker-face.
“Oh, stop it, you… Enough about me. Tell me about yourself… Sir…”
“Please, just call me Hotch. All of my friends do.” Why on Earth would anybody
give anyone such a disgusting nickname ? What did Hotch even stand for ? Hotch.
Hootch. Honch. What a peculiar little name. “I work in the FBI’s Behavioral
Analysis Unit; BAU for short.”
“Oh, how thrilling.” The man shrugged. “What's your status there ?”
“I'm the unit chief.” Spencer’s eyes started to blur Hotch out and the veins in
his arms felt like currents of electricity. Hotch was so dominant and fierce
and cunning and kind and brooding and holy fuck Spencer needed to get laid. He
was going boy-crazy over a guy he just met. He didn't even know his
name—Spencer’s overactive brain’s processors and imagination tended to get him
a little carried away and caused him to leave certain conversations… A lot—and
curses he did it again because once he focuses back in, Hotch is staring at him
like he's waiting for an answer.
“C-Come again ?” The man smiled.
“I asked where you were working now. If anywhere.” He nodded and Hotch
unconsciously nodded, too.
“I'm a professor at a high school. I teach Chemistry and Physics. I also tutor
via online, but that's only to get some extra cash. It's not something I
necessarily enjoy.” Hotch seemed to walk even closer, barely touching Spencer’s
‘safety bubble’ and his breath caught in his throat. He inhaled and tried not
to whimper at the musky smell Hotch was giving off next to the vanilla and
honey. It was humid and he could smell everything, even his sweat. It wasn't
even gross, it was almost enticing.
“What do you enjoy, then, Doctor ?” He thought for a moment and pondered
Hotch’s question. What did Spencer Reid enjoy ? He enjoyed… Coffee… Nikola
Tesla… his mother… Reading… He enjoyed a lot of things, but his one true and
final answer was talking to Hotch. Of course, he'd never want to say it out
loud. He just shrugged in the end and tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.
“I'm a simple genius. I like to read and this, that and another thing.
Whatever.” Hotch chuckled, lowly and Spencer’s stomach hummed at the sound.
“What happened to your leg ?” Hotch gestured to Spencer's leg and Spencer
cursed lightly. He looked to his own leg and squeezed the cane he was holding.
“I, uh. I was shot.”
“Shot ?? Are you– I mean. What happened ?”
“I was walking on the wrong side of the neighborhood,” he answered honestly. He
forgot where he parked his Amazon wagon and got lost in a sketchy block.
“That must have been awful.”
“It– It was,” Spencer noted how genuinely concerned Hotch seemed. His heart
nearly fluttered out of his throat.
“Hey, uh… One of my friends is hosting a barbecue at his house tonight. It's
supposed to be a work thing, but he offered everybody a plus one. Would you
like to go, Doctor ?” Spencer didn't know which thought to carry out words
with. ‘Please, call me Spencer’, ‘I'd love to go !’, ‘Like a date ?’, ‘Who is
this friend ?’, ‘What time ?’ Unfortunately, he said only one, pretty dumb
question.
“What do I wear,,” He mentally grimaced at himself and outwardly cringed. “I
mean, um. Do you ? What– The– Where's his ? House ?” Spencer was just mumbling
things incoherently and worried Hotch would realize how weird he was and change
his mind. Why was his brain bigger than his entire fucking existence ?
Surprisingly enough, Hotch just chuckled again and tried to slow Spencer down.
“I'll give you my number and give you the details. It's a barbecue, so just
dress in whatever you feel comfortable in. Keep it casual. The fantasy is yours
to do with.” Spencer exhaled and nodded, shyly. They sat in a comfortable
silence not saying anything for a bit before Spencer yawned.
“I need to grade some papers from yesterday. Fridays are when I usually plan
big tests so Saturdays kind of suck ahah.” Hotch nodded and Spencer could feel
that he knew what that was like. Being a unit chief, you'd think they did a lot
of paperwork, too, huh ?
“Sure, I can write down my number if you’d like and–”
“Just say it.” Hotch looked a bit confused so he elaborated. “Eidetic memory.
Remember ?” Hotch registered it and smiled before reciting his number. It was
such a pretty number.
“See you at six, Doctor.” Spencer nodded in confirmation and turned around to
start heading towards his car, smiling like a lovesick idiot !
 
“What ? Spence– Spence, wait, slow down ahah ! I thought-- Spence, I thought
you and Maeve were hitting it off ?”
“Well… No. No, that’s not– We weren’t doing too well. So I left her and that’s
when I ran into him.”
“And who is this him, Doctor ditcher.”
“One, I didn’t ditch her, and two, his name is… Well, I didn’t get anything
other than Hotch.”
“Hotch ?”
“Yeah, Gosvintha, Hotch. He said ‘that’s what all my friends call me’ like is
that a joke ? An inside joke ?”
“Maybe it’s short for his real name ?”
“Some name.” A pause. “I'm scared, Gos.” She just hummed in acknowledgment.
“Why ?” He shrugged even though she couldn't see him.
“I don't want to get emotionally attached to somebody I have no chance with.”
“So don't think big of it, Spence. Besides, whoever would turn down you are
idiots. You're a brilliant and handsome young man, okay ? You barely even know
the guy.”
“I also have Aspergers and I don't deal well with socializing. I'm used to
being in my cave; reading and occasionally going with you and Abraham to the
drive-in movie theatre. What if he realized how weird I am and…”
“What ? Loses interest ? Spence, it would be dumb if you stayed with him and
weren't yourself. This is going to sound really fuckin’ cliche, but Spence !
Just be yourself !” He heard her mumble something else but decided not to
press, thinking she was talking to herself. “Listen, Spence. If he doesn't like
you for you, fuck him ! He isn't the only handsome guy out there, you know.
Plus, again, you don't know anything about him. Anyways, I need to get going.
I'll talk to you later, babe.” With that, he dropped his phone from his ear and
reluctantly hit the end call button.
It was true. He did hardly know the man; what does he really have to lose ?
Nothing ! This man didn't own him. He was just a really good, really handsome
looking man who happens to have an extremely important role in the FBI who
happened to hold the door open for a walking twig like Spencer… Oh and don't
get him started on Hotch’s eyes. Dear God, Spence could get lost in them and
not even bother to find his way out. And that jawline; Spence isn't a masochist
but he's never wanted somebody to cut him before like Hotch’s jawline did.
A purple button up—steam-pressed—, a brown vest with green and black diamond
stitches, khaki pants rolled up to reveal one striped and one polka dotted
socks covered at the bottom by brown dress shoes. The perfect attire for a
casual barbeque full of people he didn't even know.
 
‘Just walk through the back gate,’ Hotch had texted once Spencer announced he
had arrived at said destination. His phone shook in his trembling hands and his
legs refused to move from their current position within his Volvo Amazon. He
stared at the large house and focussed on the light music, slight smoke and
soft laughs coming from behind it. Finally, he decided to just go for it and
bare through with whatever came his way.
Through the big brown wooden gate, Spencer felt himself fall through a rabbit
hole, awkwardly gaping at the size and beauty of the land in front of him. The
grass waves like people in a stadium, catching the light in a way that shows it
isn't one green but many. A walkway path made of smooth stones and pebbles lead
their way to a second gate covered in vines and ivy revealing a garden full of
vegetables and various flowers. Around the yard are wooden, hand-carved benches
and pots of cacti and small bushes next to them. By the patio was an older man
cooking what seemed to be hamburgers and hot dogs on a large silver grill. An
expensive one at that. As Spencer was marveling at the sheer beauty of the
yard, he didn't notice all of the unfamiliar eyes trained on him. He suddenly
felt his cheeks grow warm.
“Hi,” he said softly, voice cracking like a branch being stepped on in the dead
of the forest night. As if things couldn't get any more awkward. One of the
females in the area was the first to smile and wave him over to the rest of the
party. She had long, blonde hair, bangs hanging just above piercing blue eyes.
She was dressed in a tight, long-sleeve shirt with black slacks and black
flats. She looked like she just walked out of a courthouse.
“Hi. I'm Jennifer, but most of my friends call me JJ.” She stuck out her hand
but Spencer didn't take it. He just smiled.
“It's nice to meet you. Sorry, I don't shake hands. Don't take it personally.”
JJ retracted her hand, still smiling and she nodded.
“No worries. So, uh… Who are you ?” Spencer suddenly felt out of place. He
could be a crazy hobo who just waltzed into some random person’s backyard,
acting like he was supposed to be there.
“Sorry ! I, uh. I'm Spencer Reid. I'm Hotch’s… Plus one ?” The people
surrounding JJ suddenly looked relieved and one in particular even laughed.
“That makes so much more sense. Hotch told us he was bringing someone we
haven't met; we were expecting some chick.” JJ said it in a teasing tone, but
Spence knew she was serious.
“Well, I'm David, David Rossi. You can call me Dave. I'm your host for the
evening.” Spencer felt himself blush as he slightly nodded towards the man
working the grill. He was definitely older than the rest of the party, with
graying hair and a graying beard. His eyes screamed Italian, but Spencer wasn't
about to guesstimate out loud. “Don't be modest; make yourself comfortable. A
friend to Hotch is a friend to all of us.” Spencer nodded feeling a bit less
stressed and turned his attention to two young ladies sitting on two white lawn
chairs by the patio door. They waved and got up to greet Spencer.
“Hi there. I'm Emily Prentiss and this is Penelope Garcia.” Spencer noticed how
they all spoke so formally. The black haired woman with cozy brown eyes who
addressed herself as Emily pointed to the woman tagged as Penelope and Spencer
nearly guffawed at how ridiculous she looked. In a strangely good way. She had
orange hair, like JJ’s but a bit shorter, with crazy little pins and flowers
scattered across her locks. She wore a necklace made with feathers from various
different birds and her blue dress also matched her attire; patterns of
flowers, birds, and other colorful designs. She had blue eye shadow and orange
lipstick that matched some of the feathers on her necklace and flowers in her
hair. She pushed her glasses up her nose and waved; Spencer waved back.
“Hotch said he just met you.” Penelope pointed out. Spencer nodded.
“Uh, we actually just met today,” he added, feeling himself shrink a bit.
“Weird. I wonder why he invited you then.” Emily nudged Penelope and Spencer
felt a bit confused but wasn't allowed to comment before being spun around by a
very handsome man. He definitely sized Spencer up but stood just a tad shorter
than him. He was very built and had bronze skin that seemed to appear inhumanly
smooth in the harsh sunlight. He had no hair anywhere but his arms, chin and
upper lip. He had sunglasses on but Spencer felt the man’s eyes bore into him,
similar to how Hotch did when he first met him.
“I'm Morgan. Derek Morgan. I'm guessin’ Hotch told you he was FBI ?” Spencer
nodded and looked around. Oh. Oh, he was surrounded by federal agents. Oh, this
was so weird. He felt so out of place ! His hand started sweating on the tip of
his wolf-adorned cane and he opened his mouth slightly to keep himself calm and
steady. Derek seemed to catch onto his distress and started to laugh.
“Relax, kid. We aren't gonna jump you and start stalking your records.”
“Is it bad that I already kinda did ?” Spencer turned towards the woman donned
Penelope and started moving his mouth to mimic a fish.
“What do you mean, babygirl ?” Babygirl ? Was Derek and Penelope in a… A
relationship ? Or are those just the norm nicknames floating around like god
damn ‘HOTCH’.
“Well, when Hotch told us about bringing a mysterious Spencer Reid, I started
doing a background check.”
“Ooh, what'd you find ?” Emily asked. Spencer not only felt genuinely confused
but also a bit anxious to see what she had dug up.
“Aside from graduating high school at age 12 and already having three
doctorates and two bachelors, he works as a slammin’ professor for chemistry.
Yum to the E.” Spencer felt himself blush at the silent praise everybody gave
out to him.
“That's some impressive shit, kid.” Dave pointed out.
“It's nothing really.”
“No need to be humble, Spence,” Derek commented. Spencer inwardly cringed at
the nickname but whispered a silent ‘thank you’ nonetheless. Spencer got to
chatting with Dave mainly about his garden and his ethnicity as two more guests
showed up. Kevin Lynch and Will LaMontagne. After a few more minutes of
chatting, David pointed to the gate and let out an exaggerated sigh.
“Took you long enough,” he said. Spencer turned around and felt his stomach
turn to glitter when his eyes laid upon a very handsome and a very warm Hotch.
Spencer gaped openly as he observed his sharp jaw, chin, and cheekbones. On
either side of his straight nose were two glassy dark eyes. Spiked, warm brown
fringed with gold speckles. His dark brows were actually graceful but currently
furrowed in a frown. Spencer awkwardly limped to Hotch and stuck to him like a
child and his parent. He stood by his side and kept quiet while Hotch greeted
all of his friends and explained why he was so late while sitting down with
Spencer on one of the benches.
“Jack got incredibly sick so I had to take him from his friends’ house to my
house. Jessica, thank God, agreed to look after him tonight so I could come
here.”
“Bless her soul.” David murmured. Hotch nodded and looked to a very confused
yet content Spencer.
“Hi,” he greeted warmly. Spencer’s stoic face turned into a gushing puppy dog
face within millisecond as he waved a bit.
“Hi,” he returned, awkwardly. Hotch smiled and turned his attention to Dave who
turned off the grill and set two large plates full of hot dogs and hamburgers
on the picnic table near the garden. Next to the plates were assorted
condiments such as ketchup, mustard, relish, etc. There was also a stack of
chips with various sides of dips and pastry dishes for most likely after the
main course.
“Alright, you guys… Pick whatever you want out, I'll get the hamburger and hot
dog buns in just a second. Paper plates are on the far end; go nuts.” And nuts
they went. Everybody got up at once aside from Hotch and Spencer who just
watched in bewilderment as the whole party scrambled to the picnic table.
“Sorry if this is weird for you,” Hotch said suddenly, making Spencer jump a
little bit.
“Oh, no it's fine. It's actually been quite some time since I've gone out to a
gathering or a party.”
“How long ?”
“Not since my tenth birthday party when my sixteen and seventeen-year-old
friends invited me to do weed with them by the lake.” Spencer snorted to
himself as he reminisced in the past. “That was when I did have friends and
they weren't just using me to get answers for a homework assignment or a group
project.”
“Were you bullied a lot in school ?” Spencer sighed and nodded a bit, watching
Hotch take a sip out an alcoholic beverage bottle. Strongbow Apple Cider.
“Oh yeah. You know that cliche nerd-jock bullying scenario ?”
“Yeah.”
“I'm the nerd in the stereotype. It was awful in high school, but when I
finally got out I started doing some great thing.”
“I'll bet. You're very peculiar.”
“Peculiar.” Spencer hummed rather than asked.
“I've never met anybody like you, I mean. Was that too forward or offensive ?”
Spencer shook his head.
“Of course not. It's flattering, Hotch.” Hotch smiled and finished off his beer
before getting up. Spencer didn't mean to and probably would have seemed
incredibly creepy if Hotch noticed, but he took a whiff of Hotch as he passed
by and felt his lungs turn to mush; vanilla and honey and old pots and wood
filled his nasal cavity, making Spencer swoon slightly. He watched as Hotch got
his food and felt his skin prickle when his gaze met Hotch’s.
“Are you going to eat anything ?” He asked loud enough so Spence could hear.
Spencer shook his head slightly and noticed how even when Hotch furrowed his
eyebrows and deepened his frown he looked like a sex-god. He came over with a
plate content with two hot dogs with mustard spread appropriately with ketchup
and mustard, wavy potato chips and a white dip next to them, and a few brownie
bites just barely touching the hot dog buns. Spencer squirmed in his seat as
his OCD kicked in. He hates it when food touched on a plate. He also hated
mustard but that didn't bother him as much. Hotch set his plate down on the
glass coffee table in front of the bench and grabbed Spencer’s hand, lightly.
Despite being a highly germaphobic nutcase, he allowed Hotch to take his hand
and even felt his cheeks and ear flush as he did.
“You need to eat,” Hotch commented bluntly. Spencer hummed, smiling willingly
like a lovesick six-year-old.
“I'm skinny,” he stated. Hotch nodded and Spencer rolled his eyes. “You think I
need to eat more.”
“I do.”
“How do you know that I don't have an eating disorder ?”
“I believe you met my tech analysis, Penelope Garcia ?” Spencer nodded before
grimly remembering what she had done.
“You know, that's a violation of my privacy.”
“You're right. I already scolded her on it. Don't worry, nothing gets past this
circle. We are built on trust and honesty.” Spencer nodded as he made his hot
dog and piled on a load of cookies and brownies, ignoring the awe-struck Hotch
next to him.
“Your ‘team’ seems nice and well-rounded.” Hotch nodded.
“They're the best.”
“And you're their leader.”
“And I'm proud of them. I'm proud of all of us.”
“Even yourself ?”
“Even myself.” They sat back down on the bench and began to eat before being
pulled away from the party and sat in front of a fire where everybody else sat.
Spencer hadn't even noticed how dark it was getting. The circle was mainly
quiet aside from Kevin and Penelope kissing from time to time and Emily
praising David on his cooking skills. It was so comfortable and Spencer felt as
if he's known these people his whole life. He groaned out loud when his phone
began to ring from his pocket. He excused himself and headed towards David’s
garden, opening the gate and walking in between all of the different plants and
crops.
“Yeah, hello ?”
“Spence ? Are you still at the party ?” Spencer nodded, realizing it was his
friend, Gosvintha. Gosvintha has been his friend since he started teaching
chemistry. She taught next to him in forensics and physiology.
“Yeah… What's wrong ?”
“Nothing. I'm just worried. You're usually not out this late.”
“Thanks for checking up on me, mom.” A scoff was heard from the other side.
“I just wanna know that you're okay. I went to your apartment and you weren't
home.”
“Yeah. Well, I'm surrounded by FBI agents so I think I'll be okay.”
“What ?”
“I'll explain later. I won't be home until late so could you just feed Nikola
before you leave ?”
“Do I have to ? He's so creepy.”
“Have fun. Don't stay up too late, Gos.”
“Whatever. Have fun with Mr. No Name.” Spencer chuckled as he hung up and
jumped when he turned to find Hotch leaning on one of the wooden pillars.
“I wasn't eavesdropping,” he stated calmly. Spencer just nodded. “I just wanted
to see if everything was okay.”
“That's sweet.” Spencer smiled and looked at his feet, digging a weak hole in
the soft soil, listening to the soft voiced by the fire. It was dark but
Spencer could still see the rugged features on Hotch's face and still found
them as breathtaking as ever. Spencer then blinked and noticed Hotch staring at
him as if waiting for a reply. Crud, he did it again.
“Sorry ?” Hotch smiled.
“You space out a lot.” Spencer nodded meekly. “I asked who Nikola was.”
“Oh ! He's my Venus Flytrap. I named him after one of my favorite historical
figures, Nikola Tesla”
“Yeah, I got that much. That's neat. I used to have a cactus named Bill but my
dad threw him out after he found out I even had one.”
“That's sad.” Hotch shrugged.
“He wasn't very good company anyways.” He smiled and Spencer mimicked his
smile. “It's so strange,” Hotch began, moving closer to Spencer. “I feel like
I've known you my whole life yet we only met a few hours ago.” Spencer nodded.
“Maybe in a different lifetime, or a different dimension.”
“Do you believe in that kind of stuff ?” Spencer shrugged.
“Do you ?” Hotch just smiled.
“Not really. Maybe there are infinite dimensions with infinite universes with
endless possibilities where we had met before this day. Hell, with your smarts
I'm surprised you aren't working for the FBI.”
“I was actually planning on going into that type of field but um… My mother
died before I got to choose and I just couldn't even leave the house for
months. She told me before she died that she didn't want me going into such a
dangerous field and I just kind of listened.” Spencer jumped a bit when feeling
the warmth of another hand squeeze his freezing one. He unconsciously leaned
into Hotch’s shoulder and they began walking towards the gate, stalled in a
comfortable silence.
 
“But when we found the body the blood spatter didn't match the wound or the
place of the body. We concluded that the unsub had– had made his own blood
spatter on the wall and floor just so it looked better, in his opinion.” David
took a sip of his whiskey and laughed, Spencer sat next to him a bit
uncomfortable by a number of gory details he shoved into his stories like
stuffing in a Thanksgiving turkey.
“Dave, this is a telling story and I'm sure that anybody would be lucky to hear
it at any kind of housewarming,” Dave grimaced at Hotch’s sarcastic tone while
everyone else laughed quietly. “but I think Spencer would prefer a story with a
lighter tone.”
“Okay, okay. How about the time we caught Penelope and Kevin getting it on in
the BAU’s locker room.”
“‘Getting it on’, Emily ? Jesus, you sound like Derek.” Derek looked over to
David and scoffed. Spencer couldn't help but laugh a little bit and look over
to Penelope and Kevin who just sat and blushed. Hotch was smiling, too and
Spencer marveled at how handsome he was, even if the only lighting was the fire
in front of them.
Somewhere after a few more anecdotes, Spencer found himself yawning and
checking his watch. 10:47pm. He couldn't believe time slipped so quickly. Hotch
must have noticed this for he was looking at Spencer with a twinkle of
suspicion in his ravishing dark eyes. Spencer met his gaze and blushed a
little.
“It's getting a bit late,” he stated a matter-of-factly. Hotch nodded and got
up, extending a hand to help Spencer up. Spencer took it gingerly and they
started walking towards Dave’s back gate.
“Did you drive here ?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.” They walked to Spencer's car in silence. Sweet, blissful silence. It
was crisp out, but Spencer felt as if a fireplace was trailing right beside
him. A sweet-smelling fireplace. Spencer hesitated when he got to his car
before turning on his heel to properly face Hotch.
“Do you… Maybe want to go out for coffee tomorrow ? It's Sunday and I like to
go to this uh. It's like a buffet but for coffee and hot cocoa. You were– Oh
yeah, that's where… That's where we met… Oh. You probably don't want to go two
days in a row. Oh, I didn't even ask if you– if you even liked the place… You
know what, never mind it was a longshot I just–” Spencer’s words were cut off
by a finger and a low chuckle from the finger’s owner.
“You're cute, Doctor. I'd love to go to coffee with you.” Spencer smiled
against Hotch’s touch and practically beamed.
“Great ! Say, uh… Ten ?”
“Ten ? Not an early bird ?”
“On the weekends. I hate mornings.”
“Night owl ?”
“Sort of ahah.” Hotch’s face was stern and focused. He had a natural stoic face
but his voice always seemed interested in the topic and concerned with
everything Spencer says. It made Spencer feel welcomed and calm. He also liked
how Hotch touched him. Weary and gentle. Not firm or forced. He knew his
boundaries and respected Spencer’s space but around Hotch, he didn't want any
space. He wanted to touch him and be touched by him. It was the strangest
feeling.
“Spencer ?” Spence snapped out of his dazed expression and blinked.
“Huh ? I'm sorry…”
“It's fine. I, uh. I said I'll see you tomorrow.” Spencer nodded and felt
himself flush at the thought of a goodbye kiss. He quickly thought that was
absurd but then again, everything he's done today was absurd for Spencer.
“I'll see you then.” Without hesitation, Spencer leaned forward and placed his
lips on Hotch’s cheek, smirking as his action clearly affected Hotch. His
cheeks were pink and his eyes had widened slightly, making Spencer feel
powerful and a little bit aroused. Spencer unconsciously bit his lower lip and
turned around to open the driver’s side door to his Amazon. As he drove off,
him waving to Hotch and Hotch waving back, he thought about how badly Gosvintha
was going to freak the fuck out.
 
“AND THEN YOU FUCKING WHAT !!?”
“Shh !! I kissed him on the cheek. It was just a friendly gesture.”
“‘Friendly’ is giving him a hug good bye; TOTALLY INTERESTED IS KISSING HIM !!”
“It's not like I made out with him, Gos !!”
“Still !! When I met Abraham, I didn't kiss him on the ANYTHING until our,
like, second date. You did this on the FIRST DAY you MET the guy.” Spencer bit
his lip.
“Is that bad ?”
“No ! Especially if he didn't pull away or say anything negative.”
“He didn't say anything period.”
“He was love-struck.”
“Don't be dramatic.”
“Don't be oblivious. You're totally gonna fall head over heels for this dude.”
“I'm scared.”
“Why ?”
“Because I think I already have.”
***** The Beginning of the End *****
Chapter Summary
     Tags; Blood, Gore, Zombies, THE APOCALYPSE, yeah this was the plot
     twist
     So, uh, I'm a chemist and a forensic scientist so comin' up with how
     the zombie apocalypse started was actually inspired by some of my own
     experimentations and it's a 100% plausible and probable explanation
     for how the zombie apocalypse may ensue.
     I also study Theology so my knowledge of religion and ancient
     religious scripture should be spot-on. That's not 'til later, though.
     Anyways, enjoy eheh.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The next morning Spencer woke up at around nine thirty and his first thought
was caffeine. His second thought was Oh fuck ! I forgot all about Hotch and our
coffee date ! Scrambling to find a clean pair of clothes, he finally got
dressed and left his apartment without thinking twice about combing his matted
hair or matching his socks—not that Spencer ever did match his socks.
The coffee house wasn't packed but it definitely had more people than Spencer
anticipated. It wasn't hard to spot Hotch, however. Dark hair, brooding eyes
with bushy narrowed eyes, suit and tie, very handsome… He stuck out like a sore
thumb in Spencer’s eyes.
“Hey, sorry I'm late.”
“It's exactly 10, you aren't late.”
“Yeah, but I would have been if I even remotely tried to look good.”
“I think you look perfect.” Spencer blushed and looked down at his own attire,
wincing about how badly he buttoned up his vest and how twisted his cream
colored collared blouse was. At least he smelled decent. Or so he hoped. After
they went up to make their coffee, Spencer snorted at how bad Hotch was staring
at him.
“Take a picture, it lasts longer.”
“Sorry, I was just concerned.”
“About what ?”
“You having a sugar rush and me having to rush you to the hospital because your
heart stopped working.”
“Aw, you're too kind to do that for me.” Spencer smiled menacingly while Hotch
just smirked. Once they sat down, they embraced a warm silence as they took the
first few sips of their coffee.
“My team was sad they didn't get a chance to say bye last night.” Hotch looked
up from his coffee at Spencer who blushed slightly.
“Oh. Oh right. I have a bad habit about saying goodbye to people.”
“Is it because you somehow knew you'd see them again.”
“There's a probable chance that I could but I don't think that's the sole
reason.” Hotch just hummed in acknowledgment.
“I saw you with, uh. A girl yesterday. Is there a girlfriend I should know
about before I make any moves ?”
“Well, no, I just–” Spencer paused and registered everything Hotch had said.
‘Before I make any moves’... Spencer suddenly felt his face grow cold and he
cleared his throat. “N-no… She was supposed to be my date but it didn't go so
well. She wasn’t really doing anything for me…” Hotch only hummed again and
Spencer felt his eyes bore through his skin. “So uh… Did you have any
girlfriends or boyfriends or,,”
“I was married.”
“Oh ?”
“We… Separated and she… Passed away.” Spencer felt his heart still beneath his
chest before shattering into a million pieces.
“I'm so sorry…” He said honestly. Hotch only nodded.
“It's fine.”
“So who was the person you brought up earlier ? Jack ? He's your son ?” Hotch
smiled and looked down.
“Yes. He's my son.” Spencer smiled.
“He’s a good kid ?”
“Very. Well behaved and classy.”
“I've never heard anybody call their child classy.”
“I'll be your first.” Spencer smiled and nodded. They drank more of their
coffee in silence before hearing a buzzing sound in Hotch’s pocket. “I'm
sorry,” he muttered looking at the caller ID. “I'll just be a moment.” Spencer
watched as Hotch left their table to go stand outside. He looked pretty mad on
the phone but then again he always looked a little angry. A few minutes later
Hotch came in and grabbed his coat from the back of his chair.
“Leaving so soon ?” Spencer half-teased. He’s always wanted to say that but
never thought he'd mean it.
“I'm so sorry, Spencer. Something came up at the BAU and it's urgent.”
“It's Sunday !”
“In some professions, Sundays mean nothing. I'll call you later, alright ?”
Spencer only nodded and got up to bid Hotch a farewell via a hug. He never
usually hugged but he wasn't bold enough to kiss Hotch yet. Though he was warm.
Shortly after Hotch left, Spencer did as well and decided to walk around. It
was a cold day but not cold enough to not go for a little walk.
 
CUT — AARON’s POV
“Hotchner.”
“Hotch ? Yeah, you need to come in ASAP. We have a big and disgusting case.”
“Can't it wait ? I'm kind of in the middle of something, JJ.”
“I really don't think it can. It's big. Everybody is on the case, including
Cooper’s team.”
“Cooper is working it ?”
“Yeah. They're thinking of bringing in NCIS, Hotch.”
“Why ?”
“That's how bad it is ! Get over here right now.” Aaron sighed and hung up. He
was devastated when he had to break the news to Spencer and his heart crumbled
to dust when Spencer's face fell. It was the most awful picture. Aaron turned
around one last time to see Spencer looking into his coffee mug solemnly. This
had better be a damn important case.
 
The office was packed. Once Aaron arrived at Quantico, he couldn't even find
his team in the bullpen. The entire place was packed with agents and forensics
he's never seen before. He looked up at his office and saw Emily turned around
in the window. So they're all in there.
“Oh, thank God you're here, Hotch.” JJ exclaimed upon Aaron entering the room.
“What do we have ?”
“Uhh… Cannibals.” She didn't sound sure of her own words and that worried Aaron
a bit.
“Cannibals ?”
“There have been 1,000 reported deaths in two days starting in Maryland.”
“Two days ?? How is that possible ?”
“They're scattered everywhere. They sometimes attack in groups but the thing
that got us the most was… Was that the murderers started in the White House.”
“What ?”
“I had Garcia pull up cameras from around the Pentagon and it shows ten to
fifteen people coming out with blood all over their clothing and chunks of meat
hanging from their hair and mouth. The president is dead.”
“Who were the people ?”
“We don't know, yet. They were all wearing suits or lab coats so we think…” JJ
paused and sat down next to Emily. Emily spoke up instead.
“The living dead.” Aaron almost choked on his own spit.
“You're telling me you think zombies emerged from the White House and are
running amuck attacking everybody they see ?”
“SWAT is everywhere right now, keeping people out of the roads. Crashes are
increasing and so are deaths. The hoard of… The living dead is… They're coming
to Virginia.”
“They're heading our way ?” Emily nodded and Aaron felt his head pounding. He
sat down and they sat in silence, the only noise coming from outside of the
office from the people crowding the BAU.
“What did Strauss say about this ?” Aaron asked, quieter than intended. JJ
cleared her throat.
“She… She's in denial. Most are. Most can't believe that zombies are– are… Are
!” Aaron nodded, understanding exactly what she was saying. Zombies. It's so
surreal. You see all of these movies and T.V. shows and you don't really think
of what you would do during a zombie apocalypse. Only what not to do. You learn
from the character’s mistakes but how long before you get yourself caught in a
situation where you don't know what to do ?
“How did it start.”
“We don't know, yet. We haven't found a scientist that can conjure up a
reliable and realistic theory about what could have happened. We would need an
expert for that.” JJ sighed and nobody spoke up until David lit up. Aaron saw
this and quirked an eyebrow.
“Hotch. Your boy-toy, Spencer…” Aaron cringed at the term. “He's a, uh. Super
genius, right ? A real smart guy who has all these PhDs, right ?” Aaron saw
where he was getting at.
“Absolutely not. We can't risk anything. I don't want the public to turn AWOL
because they think a zombie outbreak just began.”
“You don't trust him ?”
“No, I do, but–”
“We don't have that much of a choice, Hotch. We need all the help we can get so
that the public doesn't find out about any of this.” Aaron thought for a
moment. They really didn't have anything to go off of and if by the off-chance
Spencer did know what to do, he could possibly save the world from a zombie
outbreak.
“I'll get Spence; Morgan, Rossi, get the SWAT to round up the zombies in one
spot so they don't separate and scatter among the healthy. Have a team keep the
healthy off the street and into a building. JJ, don't tell the press anything
but make sure you convince the public that keeping off the streets is vital to
their safety. Make it seem realistic and make sure they don't see anything.
Prentiss, you get Garcia and tell her to track down Spencer and tell me where
he is once she finds him. If the zombies are coming here, I don't want him to
get hurt. He's our only hope right now.”
 
CUT — Spence’s point of view.
“I'm really worried about them. They haven't called me in days.” Spencer let go
of his phone and let it sit between his shoulder and cheek before picking up a
dusty book from the back of the thrift store.
“Don't worry, Gos, I'm sure they're just having a lot of fun and forgot to
check their phones.”
“That's not like them, though.”
“Washington DC is a very popular tourist spot and–” Spencer heard Gosvintha
sigh and he cleared his throat. “You know what, they're fine. They're adults,
they can handle themselves.”
“My dad's like sixty and can barely get out of his love seat without breaking
his back.”
“If you're worried about them being murdered or mugged, don't be. I'll spare
you the statistics but it's very unheard of for elderly couples like your mom
and dad to be mugged in Washington DC.”
“‘elderly couples like your mom and dad’ ? What's that supposed to mean.”
Spencer shrugged even though Gosvintha couldn't see. “Is it because they're
poor ?” Spencer smiled, ignoring her clear tone of disgust.
“Muggers tend to go for flashy elders who look like they have a lot of
valuables on them. Take this as good news, Gos.” Gosvintha sighed and laughed a
little.
“Yeah, no, you're right, Spence. I shouldn't worry. So how was the date with
Mr. FBI ?” Spencer switched ears for the phone and used his other hand to look
at all the different books on the shelf by the back door.
“He's uh… It was good. It was really good. He's very sweet and he actually
seems interested in what I have to say. Granted I haven't really freaked him
out with my vast knowledge yet.”
“Don't scare him away !”
“Funny.”
“Oh, I have another call. It might be my parents. I'll call you later, okay ?”
Spencer muttered a goodbye and slipped his phone in his pocket.
“Can I help you ?” Spencer turned to see a tall man with a mullet and a goatee.
Spencer smiled and shook his head.
“Just browsing. I've read just about all these books…”
“Wow. You read a lot, then ?” Spencer nodded.
“You have no idea.”
“Well, you j–” Spencer turned towards the man to see why he stopped mid
sentence and saw the man with his back towards Spencer, still as a board.
“Sir ?” Spencer inched towards the man and reached out to tap his shoulder.
“Are you okay ?” The man turned around and Spencer’s heart stilled and his eyes
widened. Blood gushed with sickening determination from the man’s neck as if
his own heart sought to pump it from his body. His fingers clamped over the
wound, two pale starfish growing paler by the second. The scarlet blood lashed
over Spencer and the floor below then, painting the scene in which he would be
found dead unless he did something very smart very fast. He wheezed before
turning to point towards a man; the cause of the neck wound. The man fell in
front of Spencer and Spencer was found face to face with a man who had done
this to the poor thrift shop employee. The man approaching Spencer was
detestable to look at. Its dirty yellow eyes staring at him looked so empty and
void of life. The man’s skin was like old crinkled paper and his lips the color
of rusted iron. Its jaw which was open too wide displayed a set of rotting
yellow and red teeth, blood pouring from it—Spencer guessed it was from the
victim that bled around his feet. The veins were about to burst from the man’s
bald head and blood was splattered like red paint all over his face and hands.
His hands were like sticks with their flesh almost falling off but the
disgusting rotting nails were what crept Spencer the most. Torn off from the
fingers hanging on the edge they seemed like a drowning man holding onto a
stick, about to drown anytime. Spencer was brought back into the real world
when he heard a crowd of screams coming from outside. The ghoulish man turned
and Spencer looked where he did. A hoard of people were running away from
blood-stained men and woman, running as if their limbs were about to fall off.
Spencer took this time to run away from the man in front of him and leave
through the back door.
The alleyway was partly empty except for a woman lying next to her—what looked
like—dead child. Spencer approached the woman and heard a few choked sobs from
her.
“H-Hello ? Ma’am ?” For being such a genius, he sure was clueless. The woman’s
head snapped up and Spencer saw her mouth and hands covered in the poor child’s
intestines. Spencer backed away slowly and chuckled.
“Never mind… Don't mind me… I'm just gonna…” The woman looked back down to the
child and groaned before digging more into his body. Spender turned around to
run and almost ran into a tall man with the same look as the man in the thrift
shop. He avoided contact with him and kept running. The main road was more
hectic and scary than the alleyway and Spencer almost turned back. There
weren't that many cars scattered around compared to a number of bodies that
were left dotting the road and sidewalks. Clumped blood sat around the bodies
like jam and green and red skinned heaps of meat shambled around the streets
moaning and swatting at thin air. Spencer's stomach knotted when he realized
what was happening. He could feel bile and denial rising up his throat and he
struggled to keep it all down. He almost didn't notice the black SUV pull up to
where Spencer was standing.
“Hey ! Hey, Spencer ! Get in ! Hurry !” Spencer blinked and turned to see Hotch
holding a door to the black SUV open for Spencer. Spencer hobbled over to the
SUV and sat down before looking to Hotch, bewildered.
“Drive back to Quantico,” Hotch said, but not to Spencer. The chauffeur nodded
and the car started moving, fast at that.
“Wh– H-Hotch… What's g-going on ?” Spencer’s words tripped over his tongue as
he tried to collect his thoughts along with his breath.
“Exactly your first guess.” So he was right.
“Are– I mean zombies ? There can only be one explanation for this happening but
even with it, it's still so highly… Improbable…”
“But not impossible ?”
“Obviously…”
“Wait to tell me what's on your mind until we get back to Quantico.” Spencer
looked away from Hotch and out the window. The car swerved around… Zombies and
other humans.
“How'd you know where I was ?” Hotch gave Spencer a nervous glance.
“We are the FBI… We have the best tech analyst in the country and she's under
intense zombie apocalypse pressure. You want to rethink your question ?”
Spencer felt dumb for the first time in a long time.
“Why'd you… Come and get me, I guess.” Hotch didn't say anything for a long
time.
“Rossi– David thought you might know something about how this happened and
why.” Spencer nodded.
“What are we going to do ?” Spencer almost whispered. Hotch seemed to hear it
and sighed.
“I don't know.”
 
 
“Toxoplasmosis. Toxoplasmosis is a parasitic disease caused by Toxoplasma
gondii which is an obligate intracellular parasitic alveolate that forms within
cats or, in asexual terms, any and all warm-blooded animals such as humans,
cats and birds. Toxoplasmosis gondii in cats are typically caused by the feline
consuming an infected rodent carrying the parasite’s tissue cysts. The parasite
survives passage through the stomach, eventually infecting epithelial cells of
the cat’s small intestine. Inside these intestinal cells, the parasites undergo
sexual development and reproduction, producing millions of thick-walled,
zygote-containing cysts known as oocysts.” Spencer paused to look around the
room and rolled his eyes as seeing that nobody knew what the fuck he was
talking about.
“Okay. Let me put it in simpler terms.” Spencer grabbed a dry erase marker off
of the board behind him and drew a cat. “Infected epithelial cells eventually
rupture and release oocysts into the intestinal lumen, whereupon they are shed
in the cat's feces.” Spencer drew a litter box and a few squiggles to represent
cat poop. “Oocysts can then spread to soil, water, food, or anything
potentially contaminated with the feces. Highly resilient, oocysts can survive
and remain infective for many months in cold and dry climates.” He then drew a
human next to the litter box and cleared his throat. “Ingestion of oocysts by
humans or other warm-blooded animals is one of the common routes of infection.
Humans can be exposed to oocysts by, for example, consuming unwashed vegetables
or contaminated water, or by handling the feces via cleaning the litter box of
an infected cat. So let's say…” Spencer drew a woman kneeling next to a cat
box, cleaning it out. “One of the white house maids were cleaning the cat box.
They forget to wash their hands and they start to cook for the president and
his pregnant wife and the rest of the white house.” He then drew a woman
holding a plate next to what looked like the president, his wife and random
guys in suits.
“Yeah, but how does it turn humans into cannibalistic monsters ?” Derek asked.
Spencer smiled.
“I'm glad you asked, Agent Morgan,” Spencer said before licking his lips,
preparing himself for another long speech. “There are two ways that the
Toxoplasma gondii can affect a human being, the latter being much worse.”
Spencer put down the dry erase marker and clasped his hands together.
“Toxoplasma gondii is considered to have three stages of infection; the
tachyzoite stage of rapid division, the bradyzoite stage of slow division
within tissue cysts, and the oocyst environmental stage.” Spencer picked the
marker back up and drew a woman eating something off of a fork. “When an oocyst
or tissue cyst is ingested by a human or other warm-blooded animal, the
resilient cyst wall is dissolved by proteolytic enzymes in the stomach and
small intestine, freeing sporozoites from within the oocyst.” He circled the
woman’s stomach. “The parasites first invade cells in and surrounding the
intestinal epithelium, and inside these cells, the parasites differentiate into
tachyzoites, the motile and quickly multiplying cellular stage of Toxoplasma
gondii.” He drew a germ next to the woman’s stomach and drew an angry face on
it. “Tissue cysts in tissues such as brain and muscle tissue, form about 7–10
days after initial infection… Now…” Spencer erased the whole board and drew a
woman with a sickly face. “That was the initial infection of the intermediate
host. Like the cat or the woman. The asexual reproduction in the intermediate
host is where the good stuff is.” Spencer circled the woman’s stomach and
branched it into a bigger circle. He drew in the bigger circle instead. “Inside
host cells, the tachyzoites replicate inside specialized vacuoles, called the
parasitophorous vacuoles, created during parasitic entry into the cell.” He
drew a circle inside the stomach with a clear nucleus pointing to a random spot
onto the cell. “Tachyzoites multiply inside this vacuole until the host cell
dies and ruptures, releasing and spreading the tachyzoites via the bloodstream
to all organs and tissues of the body, including the brain.” Spencer drew a
bunch of dots and lead them down the line connecting the big circle to the
stomach circle and then drew the dots up into the woman’s brain.
“There are three types of toxoplasmosis that Toxoplasma gondii can create
within a human. Two of which could possibly lead to the zombie apocalypse if
experimented on.” Spencer cleared his throat and erased the board once more.
“To save a load of time I will skip the unrelated symptoms and toxoplasmosis
and skip to what matters–” Before Spencer could continue, one of the agents
raised his hand. Spencer pointed to him. “Sir ?”
“Agent Cooper, please. Uh, how do the rodents get the parasite ? Where did it
come from ?” Spencer went pale and he looked up at the ceiling.
“All I know is that the parasite infects the rodent’s brain and can manipulate
the rodent’s behavior to make it fearless around cats—where the parasite is
hoping to end up. The parasite has the ability to make the rodent head towards
a cat where it will be eaten. What worries most scientists about this is how
similar rats and humans are which is why they are used for testing drugs and
medical breakthroughs… They think that… The parasite is learning our methods of
medicine and are preparing themselves– They're trying to make themselves become
immune to all of our treatments.” Spender inwardly shivered at the thought. The
very thought that a parasite knows more about our brains than we do and is
trying to destroy the entire human race through simple rodents is terrifying.
“Back to… The initial outbreak. I believe that Toxoplasma gondii has done a
phenomenal yet devastating job of figuring out mammalian brains in order to
enhance its transmission through a complicated life cycle; hence the rat
through cat through feces to the human brain. A lot of scientists claim that
rabies will– did evolve and conquered the world. Rabies completely changes the
way a dog behaves. It's transmitted by bites, leads to madness, convulsions,
sometimes branches into schizophrenia and eventually, if not treated, death.”
Spencer turned back to the board and licked his lips.
“Reviews of serological studies have estimated that 30–50% of the global
population has been exposed to and may be chronically infected with latent
toxoplasmosis, although infection rates differ significantly from country to
country.” Spencer drew a circle and colored in half of it. “This latent state
of infection has recently been associated with numerous disease burdens, neural
alterations, and subtle gender-dependent behavioral changes in immunocompetent
humans. So to put it simply, they calculated all of the random outbursts of
schizophrenia, harsh fevers and vast behavioral disorders such as gender
dysphoria and multiple personality disorder.” Spencer sighed.
“They said that Toxoplasma gondii is the cause for a lot of congenital
malformations and neurological disorders, but… Not that many are linked to
direct cannibalism or violence. That is, unless, the person who did the cat box
also got rabies right after…” Spencer half-heartedly laughed and then frowned.
That wasn't a necessarily close-fetched probability but it was highly probable.
He shook his head.
“There aren't any treatments that I can think of other than to stay safe.” Some
of the room looked impressed but drained of any life and the other looked
scared or mad at Spencer. As if he knew the exact cure to the zombie
apocalypse. Yeah, right. He was a genius but he wasn't a miracle worker.
“So now what ?” One of the agents asked.
“We kill the remaining zombies and hope they don't spread to any more humans.
Remember, shoot them in the brain. Shoot anybody that may appear dead on the
ground, too. From my knowledge in any zombie movie ever, they come back from
the dead.” Hotch commanded. The office was soon left blank aside from Spencer
and Hotch. Spencer sat down and inhaled, putting the dry erase marker away.
“Are you okay, Spence ?” Spencer looked up from the conference table and looked
up at Hotch. This probably wasn't the best time to comment on his handsome good
looks but damn did Spencer's stomach knot every time Hotch looked at him.
“I don't know if I'm being completely honest… I mean, who knew this would
happen ?” Hotch sat down next to Spencer and only hummed in response. “Oh, and
poor Gosvintha…”
“Who ?”
“My friend. Her parents were vacationing in Washington DC… I hope they're
okay.” Hotch nodded. Spencer then looked to Hotch wide-eyed. “Where's your son
? Jack ?”
“Jessica and he came here. They're with Penelope and Emily.”
“Oh. That's good.”
“Do you have anybody you want here ? It's a bit crowded but it's safe.” Spencer
almost shook his head but then reached out to grab Hotch’s sleeve.
“Gosvintha and her boyfriend, Abraham.” Hotch raised his eyebrow.
“Spencer, I meant fam–”
“They are my family, Hotch ! When my mom died, they were the only people I had…
I– I can't imagine being without them…” Hotch grabbed Spencer's hand from his
arm and squeezed it.
“Okay, okay. We will get them, okay ? I'll–”
“I want to go.” Hotch’s face fell.
“I don't think that's a good idea, Spence.”
“Please ? I-I know where they live and where they might be if they're not in
their house.” Hotch looked away from Spencer and Spencer felt his fingers go
numb. He brought his other hand over Hotch’s face and brought it so they were
looking at each other in the eyes. “Please…” Hotch inhaled and nodded.
“Okay,” he whispered. “we'll go…” Spencer smiled and unconsciously brushed
Hotch’s cheek with his thumb.
“Thank you.”
Chapter End Notes
     soRRY,,
***** Stranded *****
Chapter Summary
     One of the agents turns on the team while scouting for survivors.
Chapter Notes
     tAGS; blood kinda, trAITOR, death, zombiEs, poor Spencer, Aaron is a
     sud, protective Aaron, jealous Aaron, no action yet
     :,))
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“Agents Morgan, Prentiss, Albuquerque, Hue and I will assist Doctor Reid in
locating our friends and family. If you have anybody within the area you'd like
here talk to any of us.” Hotch then walked over to JJ and whispered something
to her while Spencer stood awkwardly next to Derek.
“Who are we getting for you ?” Spencer turned towards Derek and inhaled.
“Uh… My friend, Gosvintha…” Spencer expected a noise of disapproval or a frown,
but Derek stayed unfaltering. He just nodded. “What about you ?”
“My mama. She's old and I'm pretty sure she won't be able to defend herself if
she gets herself into trouble.”
“You doubt her.”
“Don't get me wrong, my mama is a straight savage when dealing with people
emotionally and verbally, but when it comes to physical contact the only lethal
thing she can do to a person is scratch their eyes out with her inhumanly long
nails.” Derek chuckled and Spencer smiled and hummed. “So is Gosvintha a
girlfriend orrrr…” Spencer laughed at the thought before realizing Derek was
serious.
“No, God no. Uh, she's like a sister to me. Her and her boyfriend were there
for me through my mother's death and whatnot.”
“They sound like good people.” Spencer hummed in response, locking his gaze
with his feet. They were. When Spencer lost his mother, he had felt more alone
than he had ever been in his life. He devoted the weekends exclusively to visit
her. He found himself sitting in his apartment, unsure of what to do and when
he went to school, he got progressively more depressed. His kids noticed and
wanted to help him—some more than others. That's when he met Gosvintha. She
heard what his kids had been saying and decided to talk to Spencer one on one.
They clicked instantly but it wasn't a romantic kind of click. A few months had
gone by and Spencer found it harder and harder to stay sad when he knew he had
a new friend who actually cared about his well-being.
“Wheels up in 20,” Hotch called from where him and JJ were standing. Spencer
inhaled and looked behind him to see a lot of sad and scared faces. It all made
Spencer so ill.
 
 
CUT— AARON’S POV
“JJ,” Aaron whispered peeling her from Emily’s side. “We found Will and Henry;
they're with Jack and Penelope in her office.” JJ let out a breath of relief
and Aaron could see her eyes water a bit.
“I was so worried,” she practically whispered. Aaron nodded and gripped her
shoulder.
“You and Rossi are in charge while we are out finding our loved ones. Can you
handle that ?” JJ nodded. “We shouldn't be gone too long. Try and wait it out.
We'll pick up some snacks along the way but the vending machine and kitchenette
in the lobby should suffice for now.” JJ nodded again.
“Good luck, Hotch.” Aaron smiled and turned around to see Derek and Spencer
looking at him bright eyed and ready to go.
“Wheels up in 20,” he called out.
 
The streets were aligned with dead bodies and cars. Traffic lights blinked red
and Aaron winced at the zombies that feasted on the corpses. He thought he saw
Spencer gag a little. Spencer still carried his satchel around his chest and
clutched on tightly to his cane. He didn't look much, but damn was this kid
smart. Aaron trailed his eyes up to Spencer's mop-like hair and watched as he
bit his inner cheek. Aaron blushed and looked away when Spencer met his gaze.
In his peripheral vision, Aaron saw Spender tuck a lock of his hair behind his
ear and Aaron's stomach fluttered. Fuck, not only is the doctor a genius, he's
a cute one, too.
A crush is nothing more than a lust for someone. That's does change anything in
his eyes. Spencer is still always there in his mind. From the moment he called
out for Aaron after he innocently held the door open to now, that boyish grin
and those droopy-puppy eyes have been etched in Aaron’s mind. He went to sleep
the night of the barbeque with his stomach sinking into a bed of rose petals
and he didn't know why. He didn't know why he was so engrossed with this man
not even three days after meeting him.
Maybe it was the way he smiled. His dimples reacting to something Aaron said.
His pearly white teeth emerging from those sharp, chapped, slightly pink lips.
Maybe it was his eyes, the way they dilated when their gazes locked or the way
his eyelashes seemed to slow the process of blinking—fluttering almost. Maybe
it was his crazy hair. How soft it looked despite not being brushed ever, at
all. The way Aaron wanted to just stuff his nose in his hair and take him in at
once.
These were almost pathetic thoughts. Aaron was almost fifty whereas Spencer was
barely thirty. Spencer probably didn't see him the same way, anyways. And there
was no time to dwell on it all now, what with zombies running amuck.
“Turn down here,” Spencer spoke up after a few minutes. The chauffeur driving,
Agent Hue, obliged and they ended up in a more inner-city ghetto kinda road.
Graffiti ran across the brick fences and buildings along the side of the road
and gunshots were heard in the corner markets. Everybody ignored them and
continued on to the housing area.
“The house number is 1336,” Spencer said, gently but quick. Aaron spotted a
house with those exact numbers and saw that both the gate and the front door
were open.
“Hue, stay in the car. Call if you see anything suspicious, got it ?” Hue only
nodded and stayed put while everybody else scrambled to get out of the car.
Aaron slowed his pace so Spencer could catch up and looked at his expression.
Spencer was a cross between worried and driven. Aaron could tell that Spencer
cared about whoever was beyond those doors.
The house reeked of iron and decay. Mostly mold. The sink was on and flooded
the dirty floor. Aaron winced as some of the water got on his slacks.
“Spread out,” he commanded. Everybody did minus Spencer who clung to his side,
looking around frantically.
“Gos ??” Aaron winced at how loud Spencer shouted. However, there was something
pulling him back when wanting to hush him. Guilt ? No… It was the same feeling
that washed over him when he realized Haley was really gone—really really gone.
Grief. Feels like emptiness in your heart, a shear of nothingness that somehow
takes over and holds your soul and threatens to kill you entirely. It gives you
this heavy feeling that’s like the weight of the world is resting on your
shoulders and there is nothing you can do to get out from under it. It's like
this hole in your heart that is the shape of the one you lost and that makes
you feel the need to wipe away any non-existent tears that you want to form but
can’t. When Haley died, Aaron wishes he could have saved her sooner– been there
sooner. Been with her when she was dying. He can hope Spencer's friend is okay,
but if not he would want Spencer to see her in her dying light.
Aaron put his gun away when realizing nothing was down in the living area or
kitchen. Prentiss, Morgan, and Albuquerque came into Aaron’s view after yelling
clear in each of the rooms and he could feel Spencer's emotions filling his
hands. He wanted to comfort Spencer and tell him that his friends were fine,
but he couldn't lie.
“Don't sugarcoat anything,” Spencer whispered. “If they're dead I want to
know.” Emily looked to Aaron and Aaron looked to Derek.
“We found… A body upstairs in the study, but… It wasn't a female.” Spencer
rush-hobbled passed Emily and headed upstairs. Aaron could see Spencer's hand
trembling on the railing and decided to follow him.
“Watch our backs,” he commanded before heading up the small steps. Once up
there he already saw Spencer kneeling before a man on the floor. Aaron crouched
next to Spencer and put his hand on his shoulder.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered. Spencer shook his head and got up.
“Don't be; I don't know him.” Well, that was a bit anti-climactic. Aaron
followed Spencer down the stairs and paused. He then rushed to the window and
cursed. Hue and the car were nowhere to be found.
“Son of a Bitch !” He hissed. “Felix Goddamn Hue took our vehicle !” Emily and
Derek ran to the window and Aaron could hear them both curse.
“But why ?” Emily pondered aloud.
“To save his own ass, probably.” Derek retorted in a sneer. Aaron looked back
to Spencer and saw him looking pained.
“Hey, you okay, kid ?” Derek asked. Aaron watched as he went over to Spencer
and put a hand on his shoulder. Aaron felt his heart twitch but brushed it off.
Spencer only nodded and went to sit down on the dusty couch. Derek sat next to
him and raised an eyebrow. “Talk. What’s goin’ through your big ol’ head ?”
Spencer’s mouth twitched into a slight smile but it was quickly diminished when
he looked to the window.
“I’m… Scared.”
“It’s okay to be scared, but guess what, Pretty Boy,” Spencer looked to Derek
and hummed. “We are gonna be okay. We’re gonna get outta here alive and we are
going to find your friend, okay ? You just have to promise me you’ll be with us
the whole time.” Spencer nodded and looked to his feet. Derek got up and went
over to Aaron.
“What’s the plan, Hotch ?” Aaron shook his head. He pulled out his phone and
grimaced at the letters reading ‘NO SERVICE’ on his phone screen. They could
walk it, but it was dangerous and they didn’t have many weapons. Only the small
handguns on their person and the weapons that were in their SUV. Aaron looked
to Spencer and felt a wad of fear clot his throat. All he knew in that moment,
was that he wanted to protect his new love interest. At all costs.
Chapter End Notes
     sorry this chapter was short
     my job has been fuckin' hectic lately
     ill update as quickly as i can
     also sorry if aaron was super OOC
     im not good with his mind-set lmao
     i may just stick to spencer's POV for a while
***** The Name Game *****
Chapter Summary
     The group tries to find a name for the zombies
     and
     Spencer finally finds out what Hotch's real name is, in probably the
     worst way possible.
Chapter Notes
     TAGS; blood, zombies, Derek and Emily are dorks, partial nudity,
     blowjobs, dry humping, Spencer's a dumb genius, non-graphic gORE but
     it will get graphic later in the chapters
     can i just say you readers are the bomb.com ?
     like you guys motivate me to write with your kind words.
     also i write out of spite so if yall tell me shit like
     'oH YOU WONT FINISH THIS BUT WHATEVER'
     ill make like three long chapters in one day just you watch
     but anyways, yeah thanks !!
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“Roamers.”
“Taken.”
“Um. Rotters.”
“Taken.”
“The walkin’ dead.”
“Isn't that the name of the famous show ?”
“Oh ! Creepers.”
“Taken.” Spencer rolled his eyes while Derek laughed. It had been a little bit
over an hour since Hotch tried calling for backup and Spencer was starting to
worry. Him, Derek and Emily had been sitting on Gosvintha’s couch, naming off
what they could call the zombies.
“Why can't we just call them zombies ?” Hotch asked.
“That ruins the fun,” Derek noted. Spencer hummed.
“The fun ? We are in the middle of the zombie apocalypse.”
“Zombie sounds so plain, though.” Emily chimed in.
“Cannibal Corpses.”
“Too long.”
“Lame Brains.” Spencer laughed.
“Too dumb.” Derek frowned.
“Okay then, Pretty Boy. What do you have in mind ?” Spencer looked to the
ceiling and shrugged.
“Necrotics.” Derek clicked his tongue.
“Ain't nobody gonna remember that.”
“Infected,” Hotch spoke up. Everybody looked at him and nodded a bit.
“Maybe.” Derek teased. Spencer got up and walked over to Hotch before resting a
hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, are you okay ?” He asked because he was genuinely concerned. Hotch seemed
to be under a lot of stress. And he could tell it wasn't just because they were
stranded in an unguarded house with enough ammo to take x-amount of zombies–
infected. Hotch shrugged and then nodded.
“Yeah, I guess. I think we might need to move out, soon. They'll come looking
for us if we aren't back before sundown.” Spencer nodded and looked to the
other who weren't talking to each other. Albuquerque was in the bathroom; Emily
played with her hair and looked to the ground, concentrated on it; and Derek
walked around the house, eyeing each one of Gosvintha’s paintings. She loved to
paint. Spencer's stomach churned and he tried to rub away the feeling that she
was dead… Or—in this case—worse.
“I understand,” Spencer said finally before journeying back to the couch and
sitting next to Emily. She smiled, meekly and looked to Hotch.
“How's he doing ?” She asked, quietly. Spencer shrugged and felt his heart
pinch, not being able to clearly know what was up with Hotch and looked to his
feet.
“He said we need to go soon.” Emily nodded and got up to inform Derek and
Albuquerque when he emerged from the restroom.
The sidewalk matched the sky in emitting an orange radiance; shadows cast red.
They walked fast but slow enough to watch out for any zombies.
“Meat puppets,” Derek whispered. They kept walking but Spencer turned and
smiled.
“What ?”
“Meat puppets.”
“That's a highly absurd name.”
“More absurd than Necro… What did you say ?” Spencer rolled his eyes and heard
Emily giggle.
“What about a Wiht ?” Spencer asked
“What the fuck does that mean ?” Derek asked.
“A Wiht is a term from Old English to describe a minion of a Necromancer—or to
put it more simply, it's another word for the reanimated dead.”
“Catchy,” Derek joked.
“I like it,” Emily noted, making Spencer beam.
“What ab–” Spencer was then cut off by Hotch’s hand over his mouth.
“Shh,” he commanded in a low voice. Spencer looked to Hotch and followed his
eyes to two zombies. One of them was a woman and had a missing jaw and missing
fingers. Her clothes were intact but her skin was a corpse gray and blood was
splattered here and there. She didn't seem to notice the group, but the zombie
next to her did. He looked like her except he had a giant hole in his stomach
and his insides were pouring out. Spencer grimaced a bit but didn't dare move a
muscle. Hotch slowly pulled out his gun and that seemed to have triggered the
male zombie. It moved, albeit extremely slowly to Hotch and reached out to him.
Hotch winked, shot, and opened both eyes to smile at his work. Spencer did,
too. Headshot. At a fairly far distance, too. The female zombie saw and turned
towards Hotch, matte green eyes shuttering. Hotch winked again, but quickly
reopened his eye and stared at the woman wide-eyed. She started to… To run at
Hotch. Spencer has never seen such a fast moving zombie; not yet, anyway. All
of the ones he has seen thus far had been slow moving or at walking pace. She
was fast, yes but when she came closer they all realized she wasn't agile
whatsoever. She swayed and flailed her arms about, trying to grab at anything.
Hotch moved back and distracted her while Derek waited for the perfect shot to
her head. Spencer and Emily stood behind the giant wall that was Agent
Albuquerque and waited until she was dead on the floor. Er. Dead for real.
 
 
“Stalkers,” Emily added, tiredness in every letter. The whole team had been
walking for around thirty minutes and the sky had turned into a dastardly dark
color.
“Stalkers ?” Spencer quirked an eyebrow at Emily. “Really ?” Emily shrugged.
“Whatever. I’m tired.”
“I second that,” Derek commented. A flood of coincidence hit the group like a
tidal wave and they suddenly saw a black SUV swerve around the corner and
abruptly stop in front of them. Without any lick of reluctance, the group
scrambled into the car and it drove off. David was in the driver’s seat and
almost looked annoyed.
“Why the hell–” Before David could finish, Hotch spoke up and cut him off.
“Hue took the car, we were stranded at the house where Gosvintha should have
been.”
“Let me guess, she wasn't there ?” He looked to Spencer when he said that and
Spencer shook his head, solemnly. “Don't worry, kid. We'll find her.” And for
some reason, Spencer believed him.
 
Another team went out shortly after Hotch’s team did and retrieved a bunch of
agents’ family members including Derek’s mom. Spencer sat in the bureau’s
briefing room and stared at the white board.
“We’re gonna be fine,” a voice stated from behind Spencer. Spencer turned
around and saw Hotch. “you know.” Spencer nodded and watched as the other man
sat next to him.
“I just can't help but think if we had gotten there earlier…” Spencer hung his
head down and flinched when he felt Hotch grip his arm.
“I know. I know. I understand. But, hey. She could very much still be alive,
Spencer.” Spencer nodded and took Hotch’s words into consideration. He looked
up into Hotch’s eyes and saw honesty and condolence. Hotch smiled and Spencer
did as well. He hadn't had the time—what with the world ending and all—to
reminisce about the time he's spent with Hotch.
It had only been two days and yet it felt longer. He felt so safe and
comfortable around Hotch. He wasn't like the men or women Spencer has dated
before. He was mature, earnest and a complete gentleman. Spencer's heart felt
slightly lighter and he could feel his cheeks flush. Hotch seemed to have
noticed and chuckled.
“You're red.”
“I was just thinking.”
“About ?”
“You…” Spencer looked away from Hotch sheepishly and felt Hotch’s hand retreat
from his arm.
“That's cute.” Spencer looked back to Hotch and could see pink tint his cheeks.
Ahh, requited love is the best. Spencer and Hotch sat in each other's company
for a few more minutes before Hotch reached over to tilt Spencer’s head up and
towards his own face. Spencer blushed and couldn't help but smile. Hotch did,
also and leaned in to kiss Spencer. He hovered over Spence’s lips for a bit,
making sure that Spencer wanted this, too. Eventually, Spencer was the one who
pushed his lips onto Hotch’s. Spencer felt his hands shaking on Hotch’s
shoulders but once the kiss deepened, Spencer lost himself in his thoughts and
stopped shaking.
Hotch breached his own mouth to lick at Spencer’s bottom lip. Spencer opened
his mouth and let his tongue in, exploring and prodding at every crevice.
Spencer didn't care about spit or drool at this time. In fact, he almost found
it endearing. He felt himself wanting to be closer to Hotch, to be one with
Hotch. When they pulled apart to gasp for air, Spencer winced and swallowed all
of the spit that gathered into his mouth. He didn't mind as much as he should
have, though, since it tasted like Hotch. He looked over to Hotch and saw the
clean and mature man in such an erotic state of exhaustion. Spencer cursed
himself as he felt himself get hard. Spencer got up without his cane and
wobbled over to where Hotch was sitting before sitting on his lap, feeling that
Hotch was in the same state as himself.
This was crazy, he knew it. But he didn't care. He shifted a bit and smiled
when Hotch groaned before wrapping his arms around Hotch and rutting against
him. Hotch quickly gripped onto Spencer’s hips and moaned his name. Spencer
gasped and pressed his mouth against Hotch’s red ones. Spencer ground deep and
lustfully on Hotch’s lap and he felt Hotch’s hands leave Spencer’s hips and
down to his pants buckle. Leaving Hotch’s mouth, he rested his forehead on
Hotch’s own and helped with his buckle. Before he could realize it, both of
their pants were off and they were dry humping each other like nothing else in
the world mattered.
“Sp… Spencer…” Hotch moaned between thrusts.
“H-Hotch…” Spencer returned.
“Aaron…” Spencer stopped. He moved his face away from Hotch’s and knitted his
eyebrows. Did Hotch just call him by another man’s name ?
“Ex-... Excuse me ?” Hotch licked his lips and tilted his head.
“What ? Wo-Would you rather call me Hotch ? I mean, I don't mind it's just that
Aaron sounded a little more appropriate for the moment.” Then it hit him. Aaron
was his first name. As if Spencer couldn't get any redder, he did.
“Oh. Oh no. Sorry, Aaron. I thought you said something else… I thought you
said… Marion… I was just–”
“Wait.” Hotch gripped Spencer’s hips to keep him in place before sitting up
straight and looking him in the eye. “You never knew my real name ?” Spencer
looked away and bit his lip.
“Y… Yeah… It's–! But, it's only because I spaced out and only heard you say the
Hotch part and I tried asking again but making it seem like I, like. Wasn't NOT
listening but before I knew it you were asking me to Agent Rossi’s and they all
called you Hotch and I–” Spencer’s rambling was cut off by a pair of familiar
lips. Spencer looked down once Hotch pulled away. “Sorry…”
“No, no. Don't be.” Hotch chuckled. “God, you're so adorable.” That seemed to
trigger Spencer and soon enough he was back on Hotch’s lips, moaning into them.
He felt Hotch’s– Aaron’s fingers dig into Spencer’s hips and they were back to
rutting against each other.
“Aaron…” Spencer whispered, wantonly. Aaron smiled against the opened mouthed
kiss.
“God, you're so hot when you say my real name.” Spencer let out a gross moan
and started picking up his pace. Little moans escaped from Spencer's mouth as
Aaron began to move his kissed towards the nape of Spencer’s neck. Spencer
thought he was safe before Aaron began to move up and nibble on Spencer’s ear.
Spencer's body shuttered and he let out a relatively loud moan before coming.
Aaron pulled back and stared into Spencer’s glossy eyes. Spencer looked away in
embarrassment.
“M-My ears are sen-sensitive,” he mumbled, slightly out of breath. He then
looked down and smirked. Aaron tilted his head and let out a sigh when Spencer
moved away and kneeled on the floor.
“It’s cold without you straddling my lap,” Aaron said matter-of-factly. Spencer
only nodded before pulling down Aaron’s boxers and discarding them by both of
their pants. “Spencer, you don't–”
“Shh. I-... I want to.” Aaron stayed silent and shuttered when Spencer touched
his pulsing cock. Spencer looked up to Aaron with the most seductive face he
could muster and traced a line from the bottom of Aaron’s cock to the dripping
head. The entire time, neither of their eyes left each other’s presence.
Spencer wrapped one hand around the base of Hotch’s cock before taking in the
tip of Aaron’s cock into his mouth. Aaron gasped and Spencer could see his
knuckles turn white from gripping the chair so hard. Spencer started slowly at
first, bobbing his head at a leisurely pace.
“M… More…” Aaron gasped. Spencer smiled against his dick and began at a faster
pace. Aaron gripped Spencer’s hair and tilted his own head back. Spencer
continued, ignoring the small bucks Aaron gave. Spencer made sure not to
involve his teeth and to involve his tongue a lot. He smiled and realized how
great he was making Aaron feel. That blushing, mumbling, moaning man was
because of Spencer. Aaron suddenly jerked himself more into Spencer’s mouth and
stammered out an apology. Spencer stopped and looked up to Aaron.
“You can do that… If you want…”
“Do you have a gag reflex ?”
“A small one, but I'll be fine.” Spencer smiled before lowering his mouth back
onto Aaron’s dick. He tasted Aaron’s pre-come and began at a much faster pace.
Aaron’s grip on Spencer’s hair tightened, but it felt good to Spencer so he let
it be. Spencer began to moan and gag against Aaron’s cock and that's what sent
Aaron over the edge the most. Aaron ripped Spencer away from his cock before
coming in hot, thick spurts. Spencer closed his eyes as he felt cum coat his
eyelashes and tongue. He swallowed most of it before feeling something wipe the
cum from his eye. He looked up to see Aaron had wiped it off with his thumb.
Spencer smirked before grabbing Aaron’s wrist and leading it to his face before
licking the cum off of his hand. He looked up to Aaron who sat awestruck.
Spencer laughed and began to gather his and Aaron’s clothing.
“Where did you learn to do that ?” Aaron asked as he pulled his pants up.
Spencer pushed all of his weight onto his good leg while buttoning his pants
and shrugged.
“One of my exes. He, uh. Taught me.” He looked up to see Aaron making a painful
face but brushed it off. "So what does 'Hotch' stand for ?" Aaron chuckled.
"My full name is Aaron Hotchner."
"Oh, God, that makes so much sense." Aaron laughed even harder and pecked
Spencer on the nose. They both sat down—in their own seats, mind you—and held
each other’s hands, basking in the comfortable silence.
Well, that was until David walked in. Spencer had to admit, it was weird seeing
David without an apron and slippers on. The ‘first appearances are the
strongest’ phenomenon really did the trick on Spencer.
“The Bureau has been breached.” Spencer’s smile fell and his face tensed. He
swallowed down what felt like a tennis ball and stood up, cane shaking in his
hand.
“What ?” Aaron practically breathed.
“The horde has come to Quantico and we are surrounded; we need to go… Now.”
David left the room, expecting Spencer and Aaron to follow, which they didn’t.
Aaron sat and Spencer had stood, frozen in their places, trying to process
everything.
“They’re quick,” Aaron mumbled. Spencer only nodded despite Aaron being turned
around. Aaron turned to face Spencer and stood up before grabbing Spencer’s
free hand. “We’re going to be okay, though. Okay ?” Spencer looked away from
Aaron.
“You don’t have to do that,” He breathed. “I’m not a child.” Aaron let go of
Spencer’s hand and nodded.
“Sorry. Habit.” Spencer nodded and headed towards the door. He could hear
muffled yelling and screams of panic. Absolutely splendid.
Agents and forensics ran around scattered paper, phoning people and debating to
others what they should do. Spencer spotted Aaron’s team by a long and dark
hallway and went over to join them. They saw Spencer and Aaron and smiled.
Emily frowned.
“What happened with you guys ?” She asked. Spencer and Aaron looked at each
other before Spencer noticed Aaron’s messy hair, red lips, and poorly done
belt. Aaron smirked at him and shook his head.
“Spencer doesn't like to brush his hair.” Spencer suddenly felt his face go red
as he tried to comb his hair down with his fingers. “What happened ?”
“The building is surrounded. We sent a group out with weapons but two came back
saying that the zombies were quick.” Emily stated.
“Quick ?” Spencer tilted his head. David nodded.
“‘Cat like reflexes’ they said.” David scratched the back of his neck. “They
said the groups of zombies were divided by the quick and slow.”
“Their movements range ??” Spencer heard Derek scoff.
“Unfortunately for us.” Spencer looked at his feet for a moment before looking
back up.
“What will we do if they come in ? Can they open doors ?”
“Not if we lock them, but even then we don't have enough food to last forever.”
Derek started walking down the hallway and everybody followed. The last door
was Penelope’s and Spencer watched as she and two children exited the room
along with her boyfriend, Kevin. The darker haired child ran to Aaron and
whispered something to him that Spencer couldn't quite catch.
“How are we looking, Garcia ?” Hotch asked. Spencer saw Penelope’s face turn
white and she twiddled with her pearl necklace.
“The cameras are all damaged.”
“What ?”
“Well, I was watching them and… Just come and see for yourselves.” Penelope
leaded Aaron, Spencer and David in the office while JJ, Emily, and Derek stayed
out with Kevin and the kids.
“See these two ?” Penelope re-winded the tapes and pointed to two specific
zombies out of a group of at least fourteen. One was a tall woman and the other
was a man, slouched, letting his arms fall in front of him. “These two are
smart.”
“Smart ?” Spencer quaked. Penelope nodded.
“They found a way to open the doors. They also looked directly at the cameras
and had one of the stronger, dumber, zombies lift them up and break the
cameras. All but the ones on the ceiling but even then nothing really happened.
I think they did it just to mess with us but I don't know.” Everybody was
silent for a few minutes.
“Anything else ?” David asked, quietly. Penelope hesitated before nodding and
rewinding the tape.
“You can kind of see but a lot of zombies are different. These are slow,” She
pointed to, obviously, a small group of sluggish zombies. “these are quick and
agile,” she pointed to a smaller group of zombies who were jumping over
obstacles and running around chasing after pedestrians. “these are the smart
ones,” she pointed to the zombies from earlier who were walking normally and
not really chasing after any humans but scaring them. That was the oddest about
this all. Those two zombies saw humans and didn't go bonkers. They obviously
looked like zombies but to not act like them ? That wasn't right. “and these
last ones… The scariest to me… They track people.” Spencer, David, and Aaron
all moved closer to the monitor and Spencer swore he felt the room temperature
drop and the silence turn to static. Right then and there, everybody watched as
a Zombie lifted its nose in the air and began sniffing. It made its way towards
a bush before pouncing on it, making a woman panic and begin to run. The zombie
was too quick and got her before eating her. Another did the same thing and
herded a group of kids hiding behind a garbage can. They were stealthy, patient
as all Hell, and quick.
Back in the hallway, Spencer noticed that everybody was gone and that there
wasn't as much noise in the bullpen as there was before. Spencer followed
behind Aaron and David who were whispering to each other and when they got to
the bullpens they froze. Spencer caught up with them and felt tense. Behind one
of the desks was a zombie eating what looked like a blonde forensic. It looked
up and saw the three men but didn't stop from eating the woman. Almost as if
they were taunting them.
‘You were too late’ it seemed to simper. Aaron pulled out his gun and
approached the zombie. He was about to open his mouth but before words came
out, something landed on his back and pushed him to the ground.
“AARON !” Spencer practically screamed. A zombie had jumped out of absolutely
nowhere and was trying to dig itself in Aaron. David pulled his gun out and
shot it in the head, sending it tumbling towards the other zombie. The other
zombie got up and started moving towards Aaron but Aaron managed to shoot it
twice. Once in the chest and the other in the head. Spencer hobble-ran over to
Aaron and kneeled.
“A-Are you okay ?”
“Yeah. It didn't bite me.” That relieved Spencer. He got up and David extended
an arm to help pull Aaron up. David then walked over to the dead lady and shot
her in the head.
“What happened; I heard yelling and gunshots !!” Spencer turned towards
Penelope and smiled, weakly.
“Nothing we couldn't handle," He practically whispered. She breathed.
“Well, we are completely offline and the cell towers are out. I-I can't call or
track anybody.” Spencer winced and looked to Aaron who starred at the
elevators.
“They… Know how to use elevators…” He breathed. Spencer knitted his eyebrows
and nodded.
“I think we should find the rest. They're no doubt downstairs.” Everybody
nodded at David’s proposal.
“Why would they bring the kids ?” Aaron asked, suddenly.
“Maybe they thought it wasn't safe here anymore.” David theorized.
“Why didn't they come and warn us then ?” David and Spencer both shrugged.
Penelope went back into her office before coming out with her purse. They all
took the elevator down and saw a horde of bodies lying in front of them. They
made their way to the door and opened it, all of them wincing slightly at the
smell.
“Dear God,” Penelope sobbed out. Spencer stuffed his elbow in his nose and
looked around. Dead bodies were scattered everywhere and the waft of blood and
guts flew stranded in the wind towards everybody's nose and eyes. Spencer
looked around and spotted two groups talking to each other and started walking
towards them. Emily was the first to turn around and smiled, putting down the
boy she had in her arms. He ran to Aaron and Aaron picked him up, smiling.
“I’m glad you’re safe,” He whispered to the boy. As David and Penelope went
ahead to join the group, Spencer stayed behind with Aaron and smiled, meekly,
removing his elbow from his nose. “Spencer, this is Jack. My son. Jack, this is
Doctor Spencer Reid.” Spencer’s eyes widened a little and he mentally cursed
himself for not realizing that that was his son.
“H-Hi, Jack,” He sputtered. The child smiled and waved.
“Hi Spender,” The little boy greeted, quietly. Aaron and Spencer walked over to
the group and listened in on the conversation.
“Oh ! Spencer,” Emily came over to Spencer with Derek following. “We figured
out names for the zombies.”
“We have a few different names for the different types,” Derek added. Spencer
tilted his head. “We were thinking for the slow ones, we’ll call them Sludgers,
since. Well. For one, they ooze blood and green liquid every time they take a
step and they also move… Sludgingly.” Spencer nodded.
“I like it.”
“The fast ones,” Emily started. “I was thinking of calling Berserkers. That
hasn’t been taken, right ?” Everybody shook their head. “The smart ones, we
were also thinking to call Umnayas. Umnaya means clever or smart in Russian. I
think that’s better than, like. Cannies, or cleverers or ‘the intellectual
ones’, you know ?” Spencer smiled.
“I like that.”
“And lastly,” Derek began. “The trackers. We--”
“Well, that’s a name in itself, right ? Trackers.” Derek smacked his mouth.
“Aww, I had a cool one.”
“Okay, okay, go.”
“Trappers.” Spencer oohed and Emily giggled.
“We’ll have to battle on that one,” Spencer stated. Everybody smiled minus
Aaron who looked a little uncomfortable.
“Come on,” he called. Everybody looked to him and Spencer could feel the air
thicken. “Let’s get somewhere safe.”
Chapter End Notes
     if you guys have better names, recommend them to me
     TRY to refrain from using ones that are already in other zombie
     shows/movies.
     ALSO, there will be other types of zombies
     stay tuned ;)
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