Warnings? Pairings: establish hotch/reid, rossi/strauss, JJ/Will

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"JJ? Your coat?" Spencer Reid calmly passed out coats to his friends, pulled his pants on, and walked out the door. "Thanks Dave." Let Dave explain that mess to Erin any way he wanted; this as just the beginning of Spencer's personal problems.

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"Spencer?" Aaron was staring straight ahead. Both his hands were on the wheel, and Spencer had rarely seen Aaron look quite that grim. "I can't give you what you need."

"I," Spencer had put all his cards on the table, and it looked like he had been playing the wrong game. He wasn't going to apologize for this. "Aaron, I can do this without you. I'm the same person you were sleeping with a week ago. I'm no more dysfunctional now," That might not have been entirely true, Spencer probably had a thing or two more to work through than he did this morning.

"A week ago, Spencer, you were withholding information from me."

"Private information, Aaron."

Aaron flinched visibly, he hadn't thought there was a wall of privacy between himself and Spencer.

"That's actually what you think about?" They were still parked in the alley behind Rossi's house.

"I think about you touching me intimately in a way I find release."

Aaron Hotchner looked away; then reached over for a hand to hold. "I don't know."

Spencer nodded. This wasn't going to be solved in a conversation on the way home.

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"Erin, what was that about?" Rossi poured himself a drink.

She looked at him blankly; her mind was still far, far away.

"I'm not telling you what to do Erin, do you want a drink or not?"

"Aaron Hotchner?"

"Aaron Hotchner had his pants on."

"His toy boy didn't."

A flash of temper flitted across Dave Rossi's face. Erin Srauss needed to back out of this now. "Dr. Reid?"

"David?" it is a warning, but she isn't on top of this one, she's not sure of what is between Hotch and Reid and she's even less sure of what is between her and Dave, and she is completely not sure of what she had wanted between herself and 'dr. Reid.' "He's a little eccentric?"

David Rossi smiled, "You might say that."

"David, are you going to tell me more?" She's toed her shoes off.

David Rossi had always enjoyed a woman with a good bone.

He raised an eyebrow as he passed her a drink. "We all find ways to cope, Erin."

She looked away, knowing that she was going to pay for this evening. "It looks as though your friends were hoping for group therapy, led by the young dr. Reid."

"Erin, could we drop this?" Not that he expected that to happen.

"No, David, what got dropped around here tonight was trousers."

He saw his moment, and smiled, "Not panties?" A little wiggle to his eyebrows. Erin was always putty in his hands.

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"Will?"

Will turns over in bed. "I love you. Henry's asleep."

"I know, I checked him. Will," he opens his eyes slightly, "is there anything you would never tell me?"

He shakes his head; and runs a hand through her hair, "What's wrong JJ?"

She looks at him. "I forgot how fragile we all are."

Will pulls her into him, onto him, and holds her close, petting her hair, kissing her face.

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"Baby Girl?" he is standing on the steps to her apartment building, phone in his hand, praying that it is her in person and not an electronic chimera.

"It didn't go well did it?" She opens the door in bunny slippers and pink lace and bows in such quantities that one imagines there might be some strangulation risk.

"No." he stares at her for a moment, then wraps her in his arms. "You know I love you, right?"

She takes a few steps backwards, leading him into her space. She disentangles from him, takes his hands, leads him to her little kitchen, and offers him tea.

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"Reid?" Spencer closes his eyes and swallows; they are just inside the entryway to Aaron's home, to their home, no, after tonight, to Aaron's home. ' Reid' Aaron hasn't called him 'Reid' in private in years. He doesn't turn around. He palms are damp, he is cold through to the bone.

"Spencer?" He feels Aaron reach both arms around him from behind; and hold tight.

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Thanks for reading! And review! I think. I am going somewhere with this, I hadn't intended writing about much other than what happens when you don't close the door, and the story took over; so now I am writing about the aftermath of abuse, which is hard and complicated, and all those things. So thank you readers and reviewers.