Title: Not All Who Wander Are Irish
Author: Sam
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairing: Gideon/Hotch w/ G/H/R and R/M, R/Garcia implied
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: Not mine, no money made. Please someone come and get these bunnies - their not only corny, they're evil.
Summary: Gidoen and Hotch talk in Hotch's office about a few things green.
A/N: Just shoot me now...and Faramir, I love ya pup. But feed any more bunnies and I'm coming after you! ::glare::

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It was just after eight on a Saturday morning and Hotch had been in the  office and working for the last hour when the door to his office opened without warning. His head jerked up from signing the Breckman case file to see Jason Gideon closing the door behind himself, an odd light shining in the dark eyes. They pinned him in his seat from across the room, not allowing him to get up.

Crossing the distance before he could ask what was wrong, Gideon pulled him up and kissed him.

Hotch wrapped his arms around the solid body pressing against him and enjoyed the sudden onset of unexpected passion from his normally reserved  lover. Only after long moments of deep, clinging kisses did the older man pull back just enough to allow them both to breathe.

"Umm, not that I'm complaining," Aaron said, flushed and smiling at Jason's chuckle. "But what brought that on?"

"Spencer and Morgan are in the little cubby just past the kitchen, making out."

"Oh." Eyebrows rose as Hotch couldn't help picturing the scene. "Well that would do it."

Gideon chuckled. "Yes. Yes it would."

"You think he wore the shamrock pasties?" Those sweater vests could hide a multitude of sins...

"Well I know he was thinking about it. I managed to talk him out of painting any body parts in the shape of phallus symbols green, gold or rainbow colors," Gideon shrugged.

Hotch could only imagine that conversation. The team was just beginning to see signs in things like the odd little physics experiments that shot film canisters across the room, but both Hotch and Gideon knew that Reid's mild mannered exterior hid a wickedly creative mind when it came to certain things. Apparently sex and holiday celebrations were only a couple of them.

"Don't tell me, let me guess - he was going to paint his cock green?"

Gideon smirked slightly. "Close. Rainbow paint with a gold 'pot' on the head. And he's wearing a bright, emerald green rubber plug just to make things interesting."

Hotch snickered at the image. "Morgan doesn't stand a chance, does he?"

"Probably not."

A horrible thought occurred to him that had Hotch drawing back to meet the smiling eyes. "Tell me he's not planning on making everyone find out where he's wearing green..."

Gideon laughed. "No, just Morgan. And maybe Garcia if she's being good."

"Well that's a relief," Hotch chuckled. Now that the slightly panicked image of Spencer daring the rest of the office to 'find his Irish roots' (and God tell him he didn't just think that) was put to rest, Hotch found himself enjoying the mental image of Reid and Morgan making out in the odd corner that replaced it. "I guess we won't be seeing him tonight then."

Gideon shrugged, the arms still circled lightly around Aaron's hips rubbing a little with the movement. "Probably not, " he agreed.

Hotch sighed and unconsciously tightened his arms around his other lover, prompting Gideon to place an understanding kiss on his forehead.

"Come on," Jason urged. "Let's go to my office; we can watch from there."

"Watch?" Hotch's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Jason...what did you do?"

The older profiler shrugged. Tossing a smile over his shoulder as they left Hotch's office, heading down the short rampart hallway to his own, with a wry grin, Gideon admitted, "I had a camera installed for just that little corner the last time you and Reid used it."

Torn between mortification and arousal, Hotch asked doubtfully, "Won't Garcia be able to hack the feed and find out?"

Gideon only raised an eyebrow. "Who do you think I had do the installation?"

Good point.

Saturday mornings in the FBI building at Quantico were usually quiet ones when there were no active cases with new leads coming in and Hotch followed Gideon inside his office where he shut - and locked - the door. After all, Spencer wasn't the only one with a devious mind and access to shamrock pasties. And although he was wearing a green tie, Hotch couldn't wait for Gideon to search every inch of him to find out where he may have placed them...


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