five times the team was there
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Rating: General Audiences
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Category: Gen
Fandom: Criminal MindsCharacter: David Rossi, Aaron Hotchner, Derek Morgan, Spencer Reid
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Exhaustion, five times fic, Nightmares
Stats: Published: 2013-06-05 Updated: 2013-06-12 Chapters: 2/5 Words:
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Five Times The Team Was There For Each Other
by Theconsultingdreamer
Summary
Five times the team helped each other out
Notes
I will add more tags and characters as this progresses, any pairings will be noted in the
beginning of the chapter. Do enjoy
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Exhaustion
It was late. No, that was an understatement. The sun had set an hour ago, and Hotch was still
sitting at his desk, staring at the file in front of him. This case hadnt been anything too graphic or
trying on the team, or him for that matter. He just didnt want to go home. Sometimes he preferred
when they were away on a case, because it meant waking up to someone there, whether in the
room or not. It was so much better than waking up to an empty house.Lately, hed been seriously considering sleeping in the office. He hadnt been sleeping well, the
house was far too quiet and still for his liking. Exhaustion was sitting in, and he knew that if he
stayed here much longer, moving wouldnt be an option, and hed be passed out on his desk. He
sighed, running his hands through his short hair.
A voice from the doorway startled him. I figured Id find you here.
Hotch flinched, swearing under his breath before looking up to find Rossi leaning against the door
frame. Youll kill your neck sleeping on the desk.
Hotch dropped his gaze back to the desk. It feels like I already did. He muttered.
Rossi walked around so he was behind the worn out agent. The first touch of hands on his neck
caused him to tense up. People touching him wasnt usually a huge issue, but his defenses weredown. Relax, Rossi soothed, massaging his thumbs into the knots in Hotchs neck and
shoulders.
Hotch could feel the tension draining from his muscles, making him all the more liable to face
plant onto his desk. When Rossi has worked through the last major knot, Hotch sighed. Thank
you.
No problem. Come on, Ill drive you home.
Hotch hesitated as he stood up. It was only for a second, but Rossi caught it. On second thought,
I dont trust you to get to your bed in this state. My guest room is made up, and I live closer.
Hotch let out a sigh of relief; he was grateful to Rossi for how he played it off. It was beyond
obvious that he didnt want to be alone, but he would never admit it. God knows he couldnt hideit though; he worked in an office of profilers. Not much got past them when one of their own was
dealing with something, private or not.
Both men were quiet as they made their way to the elevators. Rossi caught Hotchs arm as he
stumbled on the way out, but said nothing. He saw no need to bruise Hotchs ego more than it
already was.
The entire car ride home, Hotch struggled to stay awake, but the quiet purring of the engine and
the passing lights seemed determined to lull him into a slumber. Every now and then, Rossi
glanced over at him to make sure he was doing alright, and smiled to himself as he watched the
younger agents head droop forward before he snapped himself awake.
By the time they pulled into the driveway, Hotch was operating on autopilot. He stumbled into thehouse behind Rossi, go bag slung over his shoulder. Rossi led him to the guest room. Bathrooms
just down the hall, second door on the left.
Thank you. For everything. Hotch mumbled, swaying on his feet. Rossi chuckled quietly and
clapped him lightly on the shoulder. Go get some sleep before you hit the floor.
Hotch nodded and stumbled into the bedroom. He stripped off his suit and shoes, and in a rare
moment of uncharacteristic action, left it crumpled on the floor. He pulled the covers over him and
was out almost before he hit the pillow.
Five minutes later, Rossi opened the door ever so slightly. He glanced in and smiled when he saw
Hotch sprawled out on the bed, breathing deeply. Sleep tight, he said quietly before shutting the
door and retiring to his room for the night.
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Chapter 2
Chapter Summary
Morgan and Reid, no slash
The sound of a strangled cry jerked Morgan out of his dream. He sat up quickly, rubbing his eyes.
In the pale moonlight shining through the hotel window, he could see Reid shaking so hard the
bed was moving. He flinched and let out another cry. In an instant, Morgan was on his feet and
leaning over the trembling agent. Reid, man, wake up.
He laid a hand on Reids shoulder to pull him from the dream. Reid jerked back, eyes flying open.
He scrambled away from Morgan, breathing heavily, still somewhat trapped in his dream. No,
no, no, please
Morgan kneeled on the edge of the bed, giving him some space. He didnt want to panic Reidfurther. Pretty boy, its me.
At the sound of the nickname, Reid blinked. D-derek?
Yeah, its me.
Reid let his breath out in a rush and dropped his head onto his arms. He curled into himself, still
shaking. Morgan moved a bit closer. Hey, it was just a dream.
Reaching out tentatively, he laid a hand on the younger mans back. Well aware that Reid wasnt a
very physical person, he wasnt sure of the reaction. Reid flinched, but leaned into the touch.
Youre alright, Reid.
Reid mumbled something into his arms. Hmm?
Lifting his head ever so slightly, Reid mumbled, It was just a dream. I shouldnt be reacting thisbadly. Morgan could hear the embarrassment in his tone, could see the pink tint to his cheeks.
We all have nightmares. Weve talked about this, remember?
Reid dropped his head back into his hands. He said something quietly, all that Morgan caught was
wake up someone else
Pretty boy, listen to me. You arent the first person to wake up a roommate with nightmares. Ive
woken Hotch up before, yelling in my sleep. It happens, no one is going to hold it against you.
Reid lifted his head up again. Really?
Morgan nodded. Really.
Reid sighed, pushing his slightly sweaty bangs out of his face. We should probably try and get
some more sleep.You sure? I dont mind staying up a bit longer.
Reid shook his head. Im fine.
Morgan eyed him carefully before standing back up. Alright. Im right across the room if you
need me.
Okay. Reid had sunk down beneath the blankets again, barely visible. Morgan padded across
the room to his bed, and stretched out again. He listened to the sound of his friends breathing,
waiting until it had evened out before he closed his eyes and drifted back into unconsciousness.
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