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Spencer Reid ([personal profile] leftinbasketforfbi) wrote2012-06-05 03:21 pm
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A prerequisite for being in the BAU is the utter refusal to listen to doctors.

Reid wasn't exactly mad. He was more resigned. He had known that Rossi would probably leave before the doctors okay'd his departure, but he was still somewhat frustrated by the stubborn Italian. Would it kill the man to just take care of himself? (He wondered if that was how Hotch felt every time one of them were gravely wounded and then showed up to work two days afterwards.)

Reid drove up Rossi's driveway, but he had to pause at the wheel after he stopped, swallowing hard. The last time he had done this, he had ended up having to shoot a man and keep Rossi from bleeding out before paramedics arrived.

He took a deep breath, then opened the car door, stepping out and shutting it behind him. It wouldn't help anyone if he dwelt on that experience.

Reid knocked on Rossi's front door. Even if Rossi wouldn't take care of himself, Reid could make sure he was alright.


(Continued from here.)
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[personal profile] hell_ofa_thing 2012-06-13 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Once is enough," he said. They could both agree to that. It gave him time, as well, to plan the proper date he'd spoken of earlier: homemade pasta, a dessert Reid could appreciate, music, the same closeness they were experiencing now, only taken further. The prospect of what was to come was also a good incentive to take it easy, not try to push beyond his limits, lest he injure himself further and delay the recovery process.

He leaned back, pulling Reid closer, though careful not to aggravate his stitches.

"I've already got plans," he promised, with a smile.
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[personal profile] hell_ofa_thing 2012-06-13 01:55 pm (UTC)(link)
At this point, the movie was more like white noise than anything to actually be paid attention to. He didn't feel the need to turn it off, though, because the background noise was nice, and they had the option of watching it again if they wanted, even if the movie was mostly over.

He reached out to intertwine their fingers again. "Terrified. I'm gonna make you eat food and listen to Sinatra." He wouldn't go into more detail than that; he wanted some of it to be a surprise.
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Maaaaan it was killing me that I couldn't tag this at work :3

[personal profile] hell_ofa_thing 2012-06-14 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"A week," he laughed. "Seeing you there when I woke up in the hospital -- I don't know, everything clicked. I wasn't gonna say anything while I was still walking around in that ugly gown, confined to a bed."

It was a conversation far too important to have in the hospital, of all places, and especially since he couldn't be entirely sure how the confession would be received. They both needed and deserved some privacy.

He turned his head a little, enough to kiss Reid's forehead.
hell_ofa_thing: icyimaginary (Nice try sunshine)

Yes! Too busy to take a lunch break today, I was dying. And that icon is so cute!

[personal profile] hell_ofa_thing 2012-06-14 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
When those feelings had first started to become recognizable as being more than friendship, he'd known even then that he would have to approach first. And while he hadn't known for sure whether or not Reid would reciprocate, there had been some subtle hints over time that led him to believe it wouldn't be the biggest mistake of his life to suddenly give those feelings life.

"So we'll make up for lost time," he shrugged a little, smiling and ruffling Reid's hair affectionately.