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smallfandomflshTitle: Reunion Disaster part 2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Dr. Spencer Reid/ Ethan (one-sided), Dr. Spencer Reid/ Emily Prentiss
Prompts: 003 Dirty (smallfandomflsh)
Word Count: 1643
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: Possible Spoilers for season 2 and season 3
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Summary: Ethan persuades Spencer to come to their high school reunion to get him away from any law enforcement responsibilities for awhile, not aware of what one of their former classmates is planning.
Part 1 can be found here : http://community.livejournal.com/smallfandomflsh/9350.html
Before they got into the elevator, to go downstairs for the first event, they made an agreement that if the first event was as disastrous as it sounded, then they wouldn’t attend anymore of the reunion’s events. They would just enjoy all that the tourist town they grew up in offered.
The first event was listed as an informal meet and greets with drinks, but Spencer and Ethan were there was some sort of planning involved. Their class officers wouldn’t throw something together at the last minute; they were all too anal retentive for that to happen.
Spencer hoped they weren’t required to wear nametags. There were several people that he hoped he could avoid if necessary. Being a twelve year old graduate of the high school they went to seemed to have a lot of drawbacks. He had enough trying to get respect from some of the law enforcement people he worked with on a daily basis, and he knew respect would come even harder for those people who knew him way back then.
As they got down to the ballroom, Spencer noticed the table set up with nametags. He sent a soft glare at Ethan’s back, since Ethan had stepped in front of him to get in the short line in front of the table.
Ethan turned slightly and gave his friend a slight smile, as if to see to tell him that freaking out wouldn’t help the night become more bearable. Ethan wasn’t this event was going to be great, but they had agreed to give it a shot. It was too late for him to chicken out anyway, as Beverly Carter, the woman behind the table, had already spotted them.
Beverly Carter, the class treasurer, looked almost the same as she had in high school. She still had wild frizzy blond hair, and had a preference for loud flowery dresses that didn’t help her small frame any. She had the height of one might expect from a jockey, and a cherry, happy disposition.
Spencer’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and he was about to step out of his pocket when Ethan grabbed his sweater.
“You were supposed to leave the Batphone on silent.” Ethan warned sharply.
“It might be important,” Spencer said with a frown. He wished that it was Hotchner and he needed to cut his vacation short. He knew that was a bad thought, since that someone had been victimized somehow, but he wasn’t sure he was going to survive the week if Ethan decided that the reunion would be great.
Ethan gave a mock sigh, and let go of Spencer’s sweater.
Spencer walked a few yards away from the line, and pulled his phone of his pocket. He flipped it open to answer it “Reid?” He asked, noticing the number was an unlisted number.
“Hey, Sweetie,” The voice of his mother spoke in his ear.
“Are you okay?” He asked concerned, not sure she was supposed to be calling him at this time. None of the nurses had called him lately, so he assumed that she had full privileges, but there was no telling, Diana Reid wasn’t actually the model for doing what she was supposed.
“Yes, I am fine, don’t worry, your pretty little head. Am I not allowed to call my talented son? You are more over dramatic than your father sometimes.” She chided him softly. “Speaking of which, he came to visit me. He is in town, escaping from the third wife, and wanted to know if you would like to meet him while you are home.”
“I don’t know, Mom. I am not sure how long I will be here.” Spencer tried not to get upset, it wouldn’t help him any. His father had lived in the same city with him for almost as long as he had been in the bureau, and could have easily seen him anytime, of course, it was more convenient when Spencer was already uncomfortable about being in his home city.
Spencer was glad to be saved from the conversation by his phone beeping. “I have to go, Mom, someone is on the other line. I love you, and I will try to come visit if I don’t get called back to work.”
“Okay, honey. I love you, too, my sweet prince.”
The beep on the other end was an alert message that he had a text message. He opened up the message, and it read. “Have fun, I’ll call you when I get a chance, and you can tell me all the details of your vacation. ILY. –Em”
“Good luck with the case, ILYT.” He texted back, as he knew that Ethan was probably watching him.
“Don’t make me take your phone away,” Ethan joked, as Spencer slipped behind him. No one else had come down to steal Spencer’s spot in the line.
“That had nothing to do with any cases, just my mom, and Emily.”
“I guess that is okay,” Ethan said in a faked annoyed tone.
Spencer didn’t comment, just looked down at the floor, examining the carpet.
“Oh, don’t psychoanalysis people, Spence, someone is going to think you are a pervert.” Ethan whispered before he stepped up to fill out the sign in sheet.
Spencer was about to comment when Ethan started to flirt with Beverly.
“I loved your newest CD, Ethan,” Beverly said with a giggle. “Maybe, we can talk about it inside.”
“Maybe, I can buy you a drink and you can gush over the genius.” Ethan said with a wink. Ethan was always self-conscious about his music, so he always pretended to be rather boastful when someone complemented it. In truth, he was a lot harder on his stuff than his critics, and he had to have several people gush over his work before he believed it was even moderately good.
Beverly giggled as Ethan slipped into the ballroom.
Spencer moved up a little and scrawled his name on the sign in sheet. He heard Beverly laughing and assumed she was still giggling over Ethan, so he was taking off guard when she spoke to him.
“What is with all you guys pretending you are doctors. At least you signed Ph.D. so you can’t make the joke you are a gynecologist.” She smirked at him.
He tilted his head slightly like a dog trying to figure out human behavior. “What?” He wasn’t sure why anyone would pretend to be a doctor. That seemed like a kind of a ruse an unsub would do so they could gain someone’s trust.
Spencer scanned the list quickly seeing all the people who had signed “Dr.” before their name.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I am talking about.” She laughed.
He fought with himself to not say anything. It might be better not to say anything, she probably wouldn’t believe him anyway.
She laughed again, “I only care what the roster says, name?” She picked up a clipboard with a list of people attending, and several facts about each person.
“Spencer Reid.” He said in a soft voice.
Her smirk turned into a slight frown as it dawned on her who he was. She knew before she found his name, she had made a fool of herself. “I am sorry, Dr. Reid, I didn’t mean to make fun of you. I am so sorry.”
“I guess people have a tendency at these types of events to want to portray themselves as something better than they are.” He said shrugging, stopping the random thoughts about reunion statistics from pouring from his mouth. He gave a slight fake chuckle, as if she was forgiven, because he didn’t want to feel guilty about making her feel upset. He wasn’t actually sure he was made at her; it wasn’t like that had been the first time someone had misjudged him, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“ I really enjoyed your book of short stories.” She said as she handed him his name tag and drink tickets, “And I am really sorry, please don’t hold it against me.”
“It’s okay.” He gave her a soft smile, before heading into the ballroom.
Ethan had been standing by the entrance, watching the whole exchange. “I thought I was going to have to rescue you for a minute. You did a good job of not telling anyone any of that useless information stored in your brains, I will have to thank your co-workers for helping you with that nasty habit.” Ethan chuckled slightly, and patted Spencer’s shoulder.
Spencer shook his head with a sigh. “My brain works differently than everyone, I don’t understand why everyone expects me to turn it on and off like a switch. “ He closed his mouth quickly, forcing himself to take a deep breath. He clipped the plastic nametag on his collar. Getting upset wasn’t going to help him get through this situation anymore. He was thinking more and more that this whole idea had definitely been a mistake. “I am going to get a drink.”
Ethan had walked across the room, knowing it was best to give his friend a few minutes to calm down. He knew he shouldn’t had teased Spencer, especially after his mother had called him, but he also knew his friend needed to loosen up a bit. Spencer could be tighter than a ball of yarn sometimes.
Spencer ordered a glass of white zinfandel, and leaned against the bar. As he held his drink in his hand, he tried to non-suspiciously, watch people. He took a sip of his drink, and noticed that one of the people in the room was carrying a concealed weapon under his jacket. He could tell from the way the man carried himself that he wasn’t in law enforcement, and he hoped that the weapon wasn’t going to present itself as a problem.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pairings: Dr. Spencer Reid/ Ethan (one-sided), Dr. Spencer Reid/ Emily Prentiss
Prompts: 003 Dirty (smallfandomflsh)
Word Count: 1643
Ratings: PG-13
Warnings: Possible Spoilers for season 2 and season 3
Author’s Notes/Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters.
Summary: Ethan persuades Spencer to come to their high school reunion to get him away from any law enforcement responsibilities for awhile, not aware of what one of their former classmates is planning.
Part 1 can be found here : http://community.livejournal.com/smallfandomflsh/9350.html
Before they got into the elevator, to go downstairs for the first event, they made an agreement that if the first event was as disastrous as it sounded, then they wouldn’t attend anymore of the reunion’s events. They would just enjoy all that the tourist town they grew up in offered.
The first event was listed as an informal meet and greets with drinks, but Spencer and Ethan were there was some sort of planning involved. Their class officers wouldn’t throw something together at the last minute; they were all too anal retentive for that to happen.
Spencer hoped they weren’t required to wear nametags. There were several people that he hoped he could avoid if necessary. Being a twelve year old graduate of the high school they went to seemed to have a lot of drawbacks. He had enough trying to get respect from some of the law enforcement people he worked with on a daily basis, and he knew respect would come even harder for those people who knew him way back then.
As they got down to the ballroom, Spencer noticed the table set up with nametags. He sent a soft glare at Ethan’s back, since Ethan had stepped in front of him to get in the short line in front of the table.
Ethan turned slightly and gave his friend a slight smile, as if to see to tell him that freaking out wouldn’t help the night become more bearable. Ethan wasn’t this event was going to be great, but they had agreed to give it a shot. It was too late for him to chicken out anyway, as Beverly Carter, the woman behind the table, had already spotted them.
Beverly Carter, the class treasurer, looked almost the same as she had in high school. She still had wild frizzy blond hair, and had a preference for loud flowery dresses that didn’t help her small frame any. She had the height of one might expect from a jockey, and a cherry, happy disposition.
Spencer’s phone vibrated in his pocket, and he was about to step out of his pocket when Ethan grabbed his sweater.
“You were supposed to leave the Batphone on silent.” Ethan warned sharply.
“It might be important,” Spencer said with a frown. He wished that it was Hotchner and he needed to cut his vacation short. He knew that was a bad thought, since that someone had been victimized somehow, but he wasn’t sure he was going to survive the week if Ethan decided that the reunion would be great.
Ethan gave a mock sigh, and let go of Spencer’s sweater.
Spencer walked a few yards away from the line, and pulled his phone of his pocket. He flipped it open to answer it “Reid?” He asked, noticing the number was an unlisted number.
“Hey, Sweetie,” The voice of his mother spoke in his ear.
“Are you okay?” He asked concerned, not sure she was supposed to be calling him at this time. None of the nurses had called him lately, so he assumed that she had full privileges, but there was no telling, Diana Reid wasn’t actually the model for doing what she was supposed.
“Yes, I am fine, don’t worry, your pretty little head. Am I not allowed to call my talented son? You are more over dramatic than your father sometimes.” She chided him softly. “Speaking of which, he came to visit me. He is in town, escaping from the third wife, and wanted to know if you would like to meet him while you are home.”
“I don’t know, Mom. I am not sure how long I will be here.” Spencer tried not to get upset, it wouldn’t help him any. His father had lived in the same city with him for almost as long as he had been in the bureau, and could have easily seen him anytime, of course, it was more convenient when Spencer was already uncomfortable about being in his home city.
Spencer was glad to be saved from the conversation by his phone beeping. “I have to go, Mom, someone is on the other line. I love you, and I will try to come visit if I don’t get called back to work.”
“Okay, honey. I love you, too, my sweet prince.”
The beep on the other end was an alert message that he had a text message. He opened up the message, and it read. “Have fun, I’ll call you when I get a chance, and you can tell me all the details of your vacation. ILY. –Em”
“Good luck with the case, ILYT.” He texted back, as he knew that Ethan was probably watching him.
“Don’t make me take your phone away,” Ethan joked, as Spencer slipped behind him. No one else had come down to steal Spencer’s spot in the line.
“That had nothing to do with any cases, just my mom, and Emily.”
“I guess that is okay,” Ethan said in a faked annoyed tone.
Spencer didn’t comment, just looked down at the floor, examining the carpet.
“Oh, don’t psychoanalysis people, Spence, someone is going to think you are a pervert.” Ethan whispered before he stepped up to fill out the sign in sheet.
Spencer was about to comment when Ethan started to flirt with Beverly.
“I loved your newest CD, Ethan,” Beverly said with a giggle. “Maybe, we can talk about it inside.”
“Maybe, I can buy you a drink and you can gush over the genius.” Ethan said with a wink. Ethan was always self-conscious about his music, so he always pretended to be rather boastful when someone complemented it. In truth, he was a lot harder on his stuff than his critics, and he had to have several people gush over his work before he believed it was even moderately good.
Beverly giggled as Ethan slipped into the ballroom.
Spencer moved up a little and scrawled his name on the sign in sheet. He heard Beverly laughing and assumed she was still giggling over Ethan, so he was taking off guard when she spoke to him.
“What is with all you guys pretending you are doctors. At least you signed Ph.D. so you can’t make the joke you are a gynecologist.” She smirked at him.
He tilted his head slightly like a dog trying to figure out human behavior. “What?” He wasn’t sure why anyone would pretend to be a doctor. That seemed like a kind of a ruse an unsub would do so they could gain someone’s trust.
Spencer scanned the list quickly seeing all the people who had signed “Dr.” before their name.
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I am talking about.” She laughed.
He fought with himself to not say anything. It might be better not to say anything, she probably wouldn’t believe him anyway.
She laughed again, “I only care what the roster says, name?” She picked up a clipboard with a list of people attending, and several facts about each person.
“Spencer Reid.” He said in a soft voice.
Her smirk turned into a slight frown as it dawned on her who he was. She knew before she found his name, she had made a fool of herself. “I am sorry, Dr. Reid, I didn’t mean to make fun of you. I am so sorry.”
“I guess people have a tendency at these types of events to want to portray themselves as something better than they are.” He said shrugging, stopping the random thoughts about reunion statistics from pouring from his mouth. He gave a slight fake chuckle, as if she was forgiven, because he didn’t want to feel guilty about making her feel upset. He wasn’t actually sure he was made at her; it wasn’t like that had been the first time someone had misjudged him, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“ I really enjoyed your book of short stories.” She said as she handed him his name tag and drink tickets, “And I am really sorry, please don’t hold it against me.”
“It’s okay.” He gave her a soft smile, before heading into the ballroom.
Ethan had been standing by the entrance, watching the whole exchange. “I thought I was going to have to rescue you for a minute. You did a good job of not telling anyone any of that useless information stored in your brains, I will have to thank your co-workers for helping you with that nasty habit.” Ethan chuckled slightly, and patted Spencer’s shoulder.
Spencer shook his head with a sigh. “My brain works differently than everyone, I don’t understand why everyone expects me to turn it on and off like a switch. “ He closed his mouth quickly, forcing himself to take a deep breath. He clipped the plastic nametag on his collar. Getting upset wasn’t going to help him get through this situation anymore. He was thinking more and more that this whole idea had definitely been a mistake. “I am going to get a drink.”
Ethan had walked across the room, knowing it was best to give his friend a few minutes to calm down. He knew he shouldn’t had teased Spencer, especially after his mother had called him, but he also knew his friend needed to loosen up a bit. Spencer could be tighter than a ball of yarn sometimes.
Spencer ordered a glass of white zinfandel, and leaned against the bar. As he held his drink in his hand, he tried to non-suspiciously, watch people. He took a sip of his drink, and noticed that one of the people in the room was carrying a concealed weapon under his jacket. He could tell from the way the man carried himself that he wasn’t in law enforcement, and he hoped that the weapon wasn’t going to present itself as a problem.
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