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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