What Goes Around Comes Around

Sweater Weather

Before I knew it, Morgan was kicking down James Foster's front door. We stormed in, each of us taking a different room in the house. A chorus of "clear"s filled the house as each room was found empty. Lowering our weapons, we began to search the house.

"Man," Morgan said. "This guy really is religious."

"No kidding," I said.

The walls were lined with crucifixes. There was a bible in every room. There was a shrine with a picture of Jesus himself. We started to search for clues as to where he might be when I heard a noise. Instinctively, I raised my weapon.

"What is it, Hawthorne?" Hotch asked.

"I think I heard something," I told him.

I walked slowly in the direction of the sound, Spencer following closely behind me. I saw movement come from the corner of my eye, and as soon as I turned towards it, a man jumped out and started running. He ran out the back door and jumped the fence, running into an alleyway. I was fast behind him. There was no escape from the alley. He wasn't going down without a fight, though. He rushed me and knocked me down before I was able to fire my gun, and as I fell, my gun flew out of my reach. He punched me in the face, and I punched him back.

"Treat others the way you want to be treated, buddy," I told him with a smile.

He went to punch me again, but I moved my head, and he punched the hard concrete instead, probably breaking some knuckles. I used the opportunity to get back up and get to my gun. As I leaned down to pick it up, I felt a sharp pain on my head. Then, everything went black.

~

I slowly opened my eyes to bright lights and the sound of rhythmic beeping. I looked around. I was in a hospital. I tried to sit up, but someone stopped me. I looked over to my right to see Spencer.

"Don't get up," he said. "The doctor said you have a pretty bad concussion."

"That would explain the god-awful headache," I said with a laugh. Ow. Maybe laughing wasn't such a good idea. "What happened?"

"You got into a pretty bad fight with the unsub. He hit you in the head with a plank of wood, but I got there and shot him in the leg before taking him into custody. Thanks to you, we got our guy."

"You saved my life," I said with a smile.

"Well, I-"

I cut him off by kissing his lips. He stumbled back in his chair, surprised. I quickly pulled away once I realized what I was doing.

"I-I'm so sorry," I apologized. "I have no idea why I did that. It's probably the concussion. Please can we forget it ever hap-"

This time, Spencer was the one to interrupt me with a kiss. And this time, neither of us pulled away. His lips were soft, softer than I could have ever imagined. He cupped my face, and I melted into the kiss.

"Ahem."

Somebody cleared their throat. Spencer and I jumped apart to see Emily in the doorway with her arms crossed and an amused look on her face.

"So," she said. "Jordan Hawthorne and Spencer Reid. Who would've thought."

"Oh- um- we-"

"We were just-"

Spencer and I stuttered, trying to come up with an explanation for what Emily had just walked in on. Of course, there was none.

"Don't worry about it," she laughed. "My lips are sealed." She moved her thumb and index finger over her lips from one side to the other and then twisted them as if to show that she was zipping them shut and locking them up. "Hotch sent me in here to relieve Spencer and check if you were awake yet, but I'll just say that you're still out and Spencer fell asleep so I felt bad waking him up."