Folie à Deux- There, There

They were finally back at Quantico. Aaron turned to his right to see his lover still sleeping, though. A small smile graced his lips at the sight. It was nice seeing him seemingly content compared to seeing him with extreme migraines. Whatever House had told to him was worth all the aggravation that dealing with him had caused. Mentally shaking himself away from his thoughts he reached over the seat and gently placed a kiss on Spencer's lips. Immediately the thin man's lips twitched up into a smile. He was awake.

"Hey," Spencer grinned devilishly.

"Hey yourself." Aaron couldn't help but chuckle; he missed being 'playful' with Spencer. "We're home," he whispered.

"We are?" At first he looked confused, but as he sat up and started looking outside his window, he saw that they were in fact parked outside of the Hotchner Household. "Huh, when did that happen?"

"A few minutes ago," Aaron shrugged. "We should go inside now. I want to sleep with my boyfriend in my bed in my house."

"How alpha-male of you," Spencer gasped, feigning outrage. The thought was pleasant-sounding, though, and he found himself longing for a better night's sleep on an actual mattress. Quickly Aaron and Spencer waddled out of the car with duffel bags strewn over their shoulder. The couple's legs were as heavy as bricks and made the short walk to the front porch seem ten-times longer than it normally was. Aaron fumbled with the key for a minute before the door surrendered and finally opened. They then threw their stuff on the ground and tripped their way up the stairs and into the bathroom. Only when they reached the room did Spencer realize what time it was- 11:43pm. Yeah, it was time for bed.

"Come on," Aaron huffed as he threw himself down on the bed. He patted the nice, silk sheets before Spencer smiled and gave in to temptation. As soon as his head hit the pillow, however, his eyes immediately closed and his brain shut down.

He had fallen to sleep.

~* Folie *~

The next morning Spencer woke up to a warm bed. Aaron had his arm wrapped his lover's too-thin waist with a silly grin strewed across his face. He had slept better than he ever had before last night, and waking up to Spencer made it just that much better. The couple glanced up at the clock panted on the wall of the bedroom to discover it was already 10:11am. A soft frown softened on Spencer's face before he sighed and reluctantly straightened up on the bed.

"We should get ready," Aaron said.

"For what?"

"Lunch at Dave's house," Aaron replied. He was unsure if Spencer would react well or horribly to the news. Fortunately, Spencer smiled a bit and nodded his head.

"Good, is the team going to be there?"

"Uh….Yeah, I think so," Aaron nodded as he struggled with his pant leg. "I mean, they were invited, but I'm not sure if they're all coming."

"I hope they do," Spencer admitted. "I miss them." He straightened his shirt and did the buttons up as neatly as he could.

"It would be nice to see them again," Aaron nodded.

The two FBI agents finished getting dressed and quickly got prepared for the day. They talked over a quick cup of coffee before Aaron looked at the clock and sighed. "It's time for us to get going."

"Alright," Spencer nodded. "This should be fun." And he meant it. Ever since House had told him that Garcia knew about his depression he had been anxious to see her. He wouldn't mind seeing the rest of the team, either.

"I hope you're right," Aaron sighed.

~* Folie *~

"So how did it go?"

It was an obvious question with and obvious answer, but you couldn't blame Dr. James Wilson for asking it. His 'friend' had always been a mysterious character, and the expected quickly became the unexpected whenever he was involved.

"It went fine." It wasn't a lie, really, it just wasn't the whole truth. "When the boyfriend left for the bathroom we talked about the depression and a follow-up, and I told him that his first appointment was Monday. Oh, and just so he has more motivation to go, I told one of his colleague about the depression too."

"Smart move," Wilson grumbled. "He seems just as stubborn as you. At least if someone told me or Cuddy about an appointment we'd trick you into going- and looking back I'm pretty sure we have," he almost smirked.

"Lunch time," House suddenly said. Immediately the doctor stood from his seat and headed to the door. "Wanna come? You're buying."

"Sure, I'd love to," Wilson sighed, rolling his eyes in annoyance. "Where to?"

~* Folie *~

And it had been fun.

Rossi had grilled all the food to perfection, and JJ and Garcia's sweet treats were to die for. All seemed happy and frilly in the little family of theirs, though Garcia would throw a smile Spencer's way a bit more than usual. That was a comfort to him. It proved that she did know, but that she also wasn't going to press it in front of the others. She'd keep it a secret as long as he would.

After a while the light in the sky became only a sliver of moonshine magnified in brightness by the pitch-black color surrounding it. Only then did the team part ways. After the shitty and emotional days Aaron and Spencer had had lately the 'happy ending' was more than appreciated, and they almost felt spoiled by how pleasant the entire day had been.

That night, after picking Jack up from his little 'sleepover', the couple had decided to indulge the spoiling mood with a late night movie with popcorn and candy with Jack. The child was more than happy to oblige, but halfway through the animated movie he fell to sleep. And so had Aaron. Spencer smiled at the sight, silently cheering that he had stayed up longer than Aaron this time. He too was tired, though, and decided to turn off the movie and join the others. As soon as his head hit the coach, he was out.

Yeah, it had been a good day.

~* Folie *~

"So tell me, House, what is so special about this kid?"

After finding a seat and ordering their meals at the small 'mom and pop' diner, the duo had quickly jumped into the topic again with no hesitation. Of course Wilson wasn't going to let the subject go- House didn't like people, but he seemed to be quite fond of Reid….

"He would've been a great medical doctor," House grumbled. He knew that Wilson wouldn't leave it at that, though-he never did-so he continued before Wilson could beat him to the punch line. "I met him when SSA Jason Gideon took him out on a case they had in Jersey. He wasn't even sixteen at the time."

"Wait, the Jason Gideon?" Wilson blinked. "FBI profiler Jason Gideon?"

"Yeah," House nodded. "And I knew that at the time, too. After the case Gideon took him out for a late dinner at a diner I just so happened to be at. Gideon doesn't take people in like that unless they're something special, and Dr. Reid certainly is special." House paused in his dialogue to take his food from the waiter. Wilson said a quick and quiet 'thank you' as he was given his. Once their drinks were placed on the table and the waiter took off, House picked up his fork and started eating.

"You were saying?" Wilson ventured.

"IQ of 187, able to read 20,000 words per minute, eidetic memory- he's a genius," House said through bites of food. "And I wanted him."

"House wants what House can't have," Wilson sighed, shaking his head. "I can see why you would want him, but did you honestly think he'd drop Jason Gideon for you?"

"No," House admitted, "but I thought he might do it for his mother." Wilson stared blankly at House, obviously having no clue as to what he meant by that. "She's schizophrenic. That's the first thing he asked me to test him for."

"So you were hoping that he would join the med field to help his mom?" Wilson asked, rhetorically of course. "Guilt trick much?"

"It was," House nodded, "but it didn't work."

"Good." Wilson picked up his sandwich and took a big bite out of it. House might have been interested in Reid, but it would have never worked out. Reid knew House too well in the sense that they were too much alike. Wilson knew that not because he knew Reid, but because he knew House. His friend had saw that quality in Reid that reminded him of himself, and he immediately ran for it. House only got along with House, so it made sense to Wilson to infer that Reid was just like him.

"You're right, you know," House said eventually, breaking the silence. "It wouldn't have worked out."

"I'm glad you realize that," Wilson nodded, choosing and saying his words cautiously. He expected House to go on, but he was only slightly shocked when the older doctor stuffed his mouth with food instead. The conversation was dying, and House was closing up on him again. Wilson knew he couldn't pry anymore, though, so he just sighed and threw down the bite of his sandwich. House wiped his chin and reached for cane, an obvious signal that they were leaving. The pair walked out of the door and down to Wilson's car in a comfortable silence- well, at least for a few minutes.

"He'll be back," House suddenly said, turning his head to Wilson. "And not just for an appointment."

"What makes you say that?"

A small smile pressed at the edges of House's lips, and as he started off walking again, he said, "Folie à deux."

Wilson smiled as he watched his friend walk past him. Eventually he just shook his head and started off after him. 'Right,' he thought in his head as he finally caught off, 'Folie à deux.'

The End.

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