Choice of Happiness

Title: Choice of Happiness
Series: Choices
Fandom: Criminal Minds, X-Men,
Year: 2015
Tags: Established Relationship,
Ratings: R
Pairings: Spencer Reid/Remy LeBeau, Aaron Hotchner/Beth Clemmons,
Spoilers: Up Through Season 10
Summary: Aaron had thought he’d let go. It took a face to face confrontation with an UnSub to prove that he really hadn’t.
Words: 5,878
Notes: None
Warnings: Canon Character Death,
Beta: Charlie_Remington

Aaron looked around the hall where the museum was hosting a fundraiser. He’d stayed away from politics and other related things for the past five years because he didn’t want to run into anyone from his former life. He’d kept in contact with Dave that was it. He’d cut the FBI out of his life and he really hadn’t regretted it. He taught classes at Georgetown and was happy. Jack had been living with him full time since cancer had taken Haley three years before. It had been caught way too late and there had been nothing that could have saved her. Aaron had paid for her hospice care and made sure that her last moments were spent with him and Jack.

Beth was milling around. She was the reason he was here. A boarding school had opened up two years previous near Quantico and the fundraiser was for them. Aaron had wondered why it needed funds if it was a boarding school but then the truth of the place had come out. It was a boarding school for Mutants. It was the first active, known school for Mutants in the United States. One like it had opened up in London and had been doing wonderful. Aaron was happy that Mutants were becoming less and less hunted in the US.

Mutants were not the scourge of the Earth. Aaron had hunted the worst of the worst and the cases that involved a Mutant being the UnSub had been on average one case per year. Cases against Mutants had averaged five per year.

Aaron knew that something was up. The noise level at the front of the hall had picked up. He looked up just to see the doors being pulled shut by two men with ski masks on. There were nearly two dozen more scattered around. They all carried submachine guns. All of them pulled the triggers, guns pointed up.

“Silence!” One of the men yelled. Other than a few sobbing women, silence fell over the room. “On the ground.”

Aaron pulled Beth down with him, he settled on his haunches while the others dropped to their asses. He looked around. There was no security in the room. The UnSubs had been watching the room. They knew when to strike. It was a lot of them for a simple hold up. He itched to grab his gun but he wasn’t wearing either one of them. He heard someone shifting behind him but didn’t look. He didn’t want to take his eyes off the UnSubs.

“Now. If everyone cooperates with us, they will leave here alive. We are simply looking for one human.”

Aaron’s senses went on alert. The use of the word human shocked him. That meant two things, the masked men were mutants or were pro-humans. Neither was a good thing. The single empty handed man stepped up to the front of the group and looked out. He wasn’t wearing a mask. That was never good.

“The human we are looking for is SSA Doctor Spencer Reid.”

Aaron started at that. Spencer was there? He held back the urge to look around.

“Doctor Reid, please don’t make me hurt someone to make you step up and come with us.”

Aaron was startled when a hand gripped his, opening the palm. He was getting ready to look when a gun was pressed into his hand and he knew what kind of gun it was from the cylinder. It was a revolver. Then the man behind him stood up and breezed past him. He’d know that form anywhere. Spencer.

“I’m here,” Spencer called out.

“Aaron, he’s the guest speaker. I invited him to this. Why do they want him?”

Aaron wanted to know the reason for that as well. He’d not been following the BAU and specially Spencer since he’d left five years before.

“Stay where you are!” The unmasked man called out. He tipped his head and five masked men separated from the group and moved towards him. The civilians scattered from them. “Check his holster. I don’t know if security let him keep his gun or not.”

The first man to make it to Spencer parted his coat and shook his head. Spencer wasn’t armed because he gave the gun to Aaron. Aaron slipped the gun in his pants pocket and Beth saw him do it.

“Where did you get that?” Beth asked, shocked.

“You are alone, Doctor Reid. None of your team is here and the X-Men are in New York.”

“X-Men?” Aaron asked. He knew of the group but he didn’t understand why the X-Men would care about Spencer.

“Doctor Reid is the liaison between the FBI and the X-Men. Do you not follow the news at all?”

One of the masked men ran to the unmasked man with a clipboard in hand. “Sir, Hotchner is here.”

The unmasked man looked down at the clipboard and then back up to the crowd. “Aaron Hotchner, former Unit Chief of the BAU. And Doctor Reid’s ex-lover. How fitting.” The man looked until he found Aaron. When their eyes locked, Aaron held in the shiver. The leader’s eyes lit up at the sight of him. “With Miss Beth Clemmons, the wonderful lady who made this possible. Thank you for getting Doctor Reid to accept this invitation to speak.”

“Aaron?” Beth asked. Aaron cursed silently. He’d discussed that he’d been in the FBI but never talked about what he’d done. It hurt to do that.

“It’s me you want, Jackson. Leave Hotch and Miss Clemmons out of it.”

“No. See this is perfect. The whole world is going to know about this. Your precious Gambit will hear of this. He’ll know he couldn’t stop it and the last thing he’ll know about you is that you cheated. Kiss your ex boyfriend, Doctor Reid or Miss Clemmons dies.”

Spencer turned to look at Aaron. There was pain in those eyes. Aaron stood up and Beth tried to pull him back down but a masked man separated from Spencer and grabbed her. Aaron lunged but the switching off of the safety of one of the guns stopped him.

“That going to get your rocks off? You are an idiot. Gambit will come after you. He won’t stop.”

“He’ll come after the man that has turned down his proposal seventeen times? How many more times are you going to do it, Doctor Reid? How many times are you going to say no? What are you going to do if he never asks again?”

Proposal? Who the hell was this Gambit that they were talking about.

“I’m no more scared of you than I was of Phillip Dowd, Jackson.”

Aaron’s head shot over to look at Spencer. Dowd. Was that for him? He looked down at Spencer’s leg and saw him shift his right leg. Spencer had a secondary weapon there. There was no way that they could take out over twenty men armed with machine guns. What the hell was Spencer thinking?

“Some serial killer you put away? I’m no mere serial killer Spencer. Now kiss him.”

The safety switched off several other guns and Aaron watched as Spencer was left alone and the guards surrounded Beth. He was shoved forward and nearly crashed into Spencer. Spencer steadied him.

“I’m sorry,” Spencer’s voice was soft.

This was everything that Aaron wanted. Spencer leaned in and kissed him. It was a crushing of lips and it was over long before Aaron wanted it to be. Aaron opened his eyes that he wasn’t aware that he’d closed and he looked into Spencer’s eyes. He couldn’t read the emotion in them.

“You call that a kiss? Two lovers separated by time and a death? I’ve kissed my mother’s dead corpse with more passion.” Jackson moved through the crowd and stopped beside Aaron. His machine gun raised up and Aaron could smell the gun oil from it. “Now Doctor Reid. Kiss your former lover and make it so that when Gambit sees this, he’s going to think you still love him.”

Aaron looked at Jackson and then he saw that there was at least one of the masked men filming this. He looked back at Spencer and all he saw was darkness in his eyes. He didn’t know this Spencer. The younger man’s hand at the back of his neck startled him and then lips were crashing on his again. He gasped when his other hand gripped his hip and pulled him close. He was drowning in the feel of Spencer’s tongue inside of his mouth.

It was heaven. Aaron reached out and pulled Spencer even closer using his hips. There was more muscle on his body. He felt the damn break in him. Everything he’d kept locked away. The love he felt for the genius that was now in his arms again. He poured every single bit of that love into the kiss. The cat calls from the masked men were brushed from his mind.

Then it turned to hell.

Aaron couldn’t feel a thing from Spencer. Oh, their tongues were tangled in the younger man’s mouth but there was no emotion. His body was relaxed like this was what he wanted but Aaron could feel the tenseness to his muscles. He was like a cat, ready to spring. His heart broke. There wasn’t an ounce of love in the kiss. The only blessing was that there wasn’t anger.

“Fuck, that’s hot. I can see why women like to watch male on male porn.”

Spencer jerked his face away from Aaron and it was only a split second before Aaron saw the butt of a gun flying towards him. There was a crack and then Spencer was going down. In a move that Aaron would have never believed, Spencer landed on his back, his leg coming up and his hands going down. Then before Jackson could even react, Spencer had the Glock in his hand and aimed. The single shot was deafening in the silent room. Jackson fell to the floor with a bullet hole in the center of his forehead.

Before any of the masked men could react there was shattering glass and a weird noise. Aaron smelled ozone and then the noise sounded again. He drew the revolver from his pocket as Spencer spun, still on the ground and aimed at the masked men that had been holding Beth. She wasn’t there anymore. Women were screaming. It was chaos.

“The X-Men are not in New York. Now Nightcrawler will be back in a few seconds and he’s going to take you someplace. Where you go depends…” Spencer stopped talking when the men dropped their guns, fell to their knees, hands behind their heads.

Aaron looked around to see the place flooding with the mutants he saw on news clips. The doors were opened and many of the guests fled out into the hands of the waiting cops. The noise sounded again and Aaron saw two men standing there. He recognized Nightcrawler now. Blue skin with black leather over it. The other man though, Aaron didn’t recognize. He dropped to his knees beside Spencer and his hand reached up for his hurt cheek.

“Don’t.” Aaron grabbed that hand and tried to shove the man back. He was young but he wasn’t weak. “I heard his bone crack.”

“I know.” The man jerked his hand free of Aaron’s hold and then it was moving towards Spencer’s cheek again. “Doc wants me to make sure it’s iced before you start to talk.”

Spencer nodded and closed his eyes. Aaron watched as a glob of ice formed and was pressed to Spencer’s cheek.

“Fearless is keeping Wolverine and Gambit on getting the civilians calmed down as they flee. Nightcrawler has Miss Clemmons in a cop car at the edge of the blockade. I’m on Spencer duty.”

Spencer laughed and his eyes sparkled. The sound of running feet drew Aaron’s gaze up and he braced but all he saw was the team. Morgan, Dave, Garcia, JJ, and two others he didn’t recognize but he really didn’t look at them.

“Hotch. Man, are you all right?” Morgan asked as he stopped beside Spencer. He looked down at the younger man but didn’t crouch down. Garcia though dropped down to her knees with JJ. JJ took the ice from the man with a leather gloved hand and the man smiled and stood up.

“I’ll go check on the others.” The man clasped Morgan’s shoulder and then he was gone.

“Thanks, Iceman!” Dave called out and then he looked down at Spencer. “You said that he wouldn’t miss the chance. You were right kid.”

“I’m always right,” Spencer said through clenched teeth.

The team laughed.

“How are you doing, Hotch?” A familiar voice asked. Aaron looked at the younger of the two other women and that’s when he knew her. It was Ashley Seaver. Her now brown hair had confused him. He looked at the other woman, he didn’t know her.


“Jackson Swift has been a prohuman supporter who has tried five times before to either kill or capture Reid.”


“You don’t…” JJ stopped and Aaron looked down to see that Spencer was trying to stand up. Garcia was trying to hold him down but he shoved up despite what she wanted. JJ came up with him, holding the ice there.

“Given what I heard Miss Clemmons tell Hotch. He’s not followed the BAU at all.”

“Doctor Reid!” A voice called out. The entire team turned to see a man standing in what was now a pretty empty hall. Aaron recognized him. Cyclops, the leader of the X-Men. “Incoming!” The man was smiling like a loon.

“Fuck,” Spencer said as he dropped the chunk of ice and looked around. “Little shit.”

The sound of claws on tile drew Aaron’s gaze to a broken window at the top of the hall. A flash of brilliant blue and then wings. When what looked like a dragon was five feet away from Spencer there was a shift and then a small child was in Spencer’s arms. A flash of face told Aaron it was a she.

“Aurora, who did you hitchhike with?” Spencer asked as he cupped the back of the child’s head. The child didn’t answer though. She just buried her head in his neck and cried.

“Gambit’s going to be the only one to get her to talk. Go, Pretty Boy. We’ll talk to Hotch.”

Spencer nodded and turned with the crying child still in his arms. JJ kissed his non broken cheek.

“What the hell is going on?” Hotch asked. He raised his hand and realized he still had Spencer’s gun. Dave held out his hand and Aaron handed it over. Spencer’s backup was in JJ’s hands inside an evidence bag.

“We should start at the beginning. You guys go. I’ll handle Aaron and get him back to Beth.”

Aaron watched as the rest of the team left. Garcia hugged him and JJ smiled. Dave ushered him over to a table and they sat down. There were mutants and humans milling everywhere. Dave paid them no mind.

“Six months after you left, Spencer came home one day to find a letter addressed to his guard at the house.”


“The man we met in Las Vegas? That James? Wolverine of the X-Men. We didn’t find that out until much later. The letter detailed that someone was targeting and killing mutants across all fifty states. Like clockwork every single day at noon local time one was dying. Whoever sent the letter knew that his guard’s name and that who he lived with worked with the BAU. Once we were able to confirm that the method of death in three cases was the same and that it crossed state lines, the BAU stepped in. Then the X-Men did as well. We were able to figure out the states but not the cities. That was guesswork until Reid found the pattern.

“By this point in time, we’d got used to Shadow as we all called him. No matter what, he waited in the cities we had cases in, in Reid’s hotel room at night, even when we had to double up. It was a psychotic mutant. He was stealing powers. He thought that Reid was a mutant since he was able to track down his pattern and set a trap. Morgan and I broke into the hotel room where he had Reid tied up and was about to cut out his heart. The room started to glow pink. We were shocked. Shadow stood up from where he’d been knocked out it looked like. He had deck of cards in his hand and five in the other. The five were glowing pink.”

“Gambit.” Aaron recognized the signature of that mutant. The cards and the pink.

“Yes. To say that Morgan and I were shocked was an understatement but Reid wasn’t. He told Gambit not to miss and singe his hair. The UnSub charged at Gambit and in the end he was dead with a knife in his heart. After that it wasn’t hard to get the truth. Wolverine was worried that Foyet would pay to have Reid killed for besting him. Gambit is on guard duty until the needle is placed in Foyet’s arm.”

“Then why does Jackson think that Gambit and Spencer are a couple?”

“That started about a year after you left. Well, that’s when Reid actually said yes to a date with him. That man courted him something fierce. When the Bureau found out he was a mutant, they tried to take him into custody. That was laughable. The end result was that Reid was appointed the liaison between mutants and the FBI. It didn’t take long for the X-Men to approach and talk to him. Cyclops, Phoenix, Storm, Beast, and Wolverine showed up at Quantico to talk to him.”

Aaron sat back and stared at him. He could tell that Dave wasn’t lying but he couldn’t believe it.

“By this point in time there were so many research papers coming out about how the mutant population has less people who commit crimes per percentage than humans. That most mutants who are jailed are attacked first and the humans aren’t given a sentence at all.”

“I’m not that much of a hermit, Dave. I know that.”

“The X-Men were escorted into the round table room. We didn’t even know that Gambit was in the building. Wolverine kept himself back while Cyclops and Reid talked. It took two hours of conversation that few of us understood. Beast chimed in from time to time as did the girls but Wolverine was silent. Finally, Cyclops lost his temper and slammed his fist down on the table. Reid had told us not to step in, no matter what. He crowded Reid into the corner and then he was on his ass.”

“What happened?”

“Reid put him there. Seems that Gambit had been training him in fighting. Reid leaned on what I’ve learned is called a bo staff. Gambit’s signature weapon that isn’t his power. He has a retractable one and had another made for Spencer. Whatever metal it’s made from, doesn’t show up on detectors. Every single X-Man recognized it. Then Gambit entered the room. That’s when Wolverine stood up and hugged Spencer.”

“Gambit’s not left his side since?”

“That bit about the proposals? That’s the truth. That man is so in love with Reid but none of us can figure out what is stopping the kid from saying yes. I know that this has to hurt. That footage? It was being broadcasted. We were all outside watching. Gambit wanted to gut Jackson. I could tell the second that you figured out that Reid wasn’t harboring feelings for you anymore, not active ones. You need to get your head in the right place.”

“Who was the kid?”

“Lapis? She’s five and Reid adopted her two years ago. We caught a stalking case only it turned out to be a lot more than what we thought. She was being stalked by a mutant who wanted the child. She was running from him and before we could track her down, the mutant killed her but never got the location. She was super smart, a geneticist. Left clues for Reid to find the daughter. She became attached to him and he adopted her after she’s fled the home of the X-Men for the third time and traveled a few states to get to him. Right now, he’s the face of the mutant movement in the United States. There are those who want him pulled since he’s obviously in a relationship with a former X-Man but the rest of America and the world are in love with their love story. Gambit’s a probationary agent. He can get into most places and carries a badge.”


“Exactly. Foyet has threatened Reid in seven letters and to whoever will listen. He’s nearly forgotten about you. This last letter had a drawing of what he’s going to do to Lapis.”

“Her name is Lapis?” Aaron’s head was swimming. He needed to get away. He needed to get away from it all. To get home to Jack and where he was safe. Where he could process everything.

“That’s the name the public knows. Her birth name is Aurora. Her powers manifested at the age of one when her father was murdered by the mutant after her.”

“I need to go.” Aaron stood up and blindly walked until he found the exit. He heard Dave calling after him but all he saw was Beth sitting in the back of a police car with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She was up and in his arms before he could blink. He heard Morgan’s voice but he ignored him. Pulling Beth to the car, he found his keys in his pocket and pushed them into her hands. She nodded.

Aaron knew that he had to have zoned out because it wasn’t long before they were pulling up outside his apartment. He could see the lights on. Jessica was still awake. He wondered if she had seen the news. He hoped that Jack hadn’t.


Spencer watched as Aaron fled the museum. He looked out and found Kurt. The man nodded and then disappeared. Tonight had been horrible. He’d known that Beth and Aaron were dating but he hadn’t thought she’d bring him. It had never entered his mind. Then Jackson realized it.

“Cher?” Remy asked as he stepped up behind him. Aurora was asleep in his arms. The little girl had cried herself to sleep in Remy’s arms while Spencer had given his statement to the FBI agents on hand from Domestic Terrorism. Jackson’s group had been labeled terrorists a year before. He was just happy the man was dead.

“I’m fine, Remy. Beast doesn’t think my cheek is more than fractured. As soon as I am cleared, I’m going to the hospital to get it scanned. Morgan and JJ are going to go with me. How did she get here?”

“Hitched a ride wit’ Nightcrawler. She knew somet’ing was going on and when he brought Remy from de house, she shifted and latched onto his clothes. Den when we broke in de windows, she came through. She saw y’ get hurt and waited. Fearless caught sight o’ her scales.”

“She’s too much like me.”

“Remy’ll stay and make sure dat no one has issues. Y’ go get looked at. I’ll have m’ Stormy take care of de petit.”

Spencer kissed Remy’s cheek and smiled at him. There was no running anymore. Looking down at his phone, Spencer sent off a text.


Aaron entered the small diner that had the address that Spencer had texted him a week before. It wasn’t hard to miss the two mutants in the corner, watching him. He took a seat that gave him the best view of the entire place as well as good eye line on the entrance to the parking lot. He wanted to be upset about the mutant guards who were to watch him but he wasn’t.

The roar of a motorcycle was loud and drew his attention from looking at the menu to see a man riding up on a bike with two vehicles trailing behind it. He recognized Wolverine as soon as he moved off the bike. The car parked beside the bike with the jeep parking on the other side of the car.

Spencer got out of the passenger side of the car while a man that Aaron now recognized as Gambit got out of the driver’s side. Three people jumped out of the jeep. He recognized Cyclops from his sunglasses and the woman beside him was his wife, Phoenix. The other woman was Storm. The back door on the car opened and a blue man stepped out. He recognized him as Nightcrawler, the teleporter. He’d done his research on everything Spencer in the two weeks since the night of the attempted kidnapping of the young genius. Beth had talked to him about everything she knew. She also understood his intention wasn’t to push her away but that he needed to know.

Gambit was staring at him and he knew it but he didn’t change what he was doing at all. Spencer pushed at his chest until he sat down on the hood of the car. Wolverine stepped up to sit beside him and Storm moved to stand in front of him. Phoenix moved with Spencer into the diner. She moved over to sit with the two other mutants and Spencer sat down across from him.


“Spencer. Gambit not trust you?”

“We are driving to Nevada after this. Logan, Scott, and Remy want to be there days before. I want to drive to and from so it’s become a road trip.” Spencer didn’t look happy about that.

“So you are going?” Aaron knew what he was talking about. He still hadn’t made his own decision on whether he was going to go. Massachusetts didn’t have the death penalty but a little bit of fun with legalities had Nevada giving him the death penalty for all the crimes he committed. There were a few groups that were protesting but the majority of America wanted George Foyet where he could harm no one.

“Yes. I want to be there when they stick the needle in him.”

The waitress came and took their drink order. Aaron wasn’t shocked when Spencer ordered coffee. There was silence until she brought back the drinks and then seeming to understand what exactly was going on, she went into the kitchen.

“I’ve looked into you and everything that is going on with mutants and the team and just everything.”

“It’s not like you to keep yourself that hands off,” Spencer said.

“I…When we went our ways after the goodbye dinner, I told myself that I was happy with it. I understood it but I was lying to myself and I know that now. I hoped that I could come back and slip into your life. I also know the secret that you are keeping from even the team, Spencer.”

“You can take the profiler out of the job.” Spencer looked behind him at Gambit with a smile on his face that Aaron had never seen before. It was the smile of a man so totally in love that it hurt for others to see him like that. There had been a time that Aaron wanted to have Spencer look at him like that. Aaron knew then that it was better the way that it was.

“Beth was offered a job in Hong Kong. Jack and I are going to go with her. Jack’s looking forward to school over there. He’s spent the past two weeks looking things up.”

“I always knew who Beth’s boyfriend was. She just called you Aaron but…Logan and Scott keep an eye on you so that you can’t be used against me. Jackson was the first to try it but now there may be others. Hong Kong could be a really good move. I’ll get you some information on friends there who could help if something does go down.”

“How does the Bureau think that having you in a relationship with a mutant is going to go when you are the liaison as well?”

“One of New York’s SWAT teams has a mutant on staff now that can remotely see into rooms using only her abilities. Closed windows mean nothing. The only thing that she can’t see into is bank vaults and other places with super thick walls. It’s not X-Ray vision like Superman either. It’s full color. Coast Guard employs seven different mutants country wide who can go to depths that human’s have trouble with and can breath with no equipment. Do you know what that means? The rescuer can take a tank of air down to search for survivors and slowly come up to stop bends and the likes. Or find wreckage, bodies for swifter better recovery. It was a six month decision but in the end, it was the fact that I was dating a mutant that locked in the decision. I’m human. I was tested thoroughly with my IQ, reading speed, and memory. The Director figured that if the FBI did anything that would have me turning my back on humans, well they deserved whatever came to them. It’s caused issues on a few cases but it’s died down. There was a case in New Mexico about three months after it was announced. The press was dogging the team so much that in the end we were pulled another team sent in. When the case was finally solved, the FBI blamed the additional eighteen deaths on the hands of the press.”

“Does your team get all the mutant cases now? Victim and UnSub?” Aaron sipped at his coffee while Spencer seemed to not really want his. He was warming his hands on it more than anything else. He was nervous and so nervous he was afraid of lifting his drink.

“Yes. Until the theta team is restructured in two months. They were pulled and two members went willingly to other teams. Two mutants are going through the academy right now and Burrows, Anderson, and Grimes went back as well. They are going as a team, living in the same dorm and training totally together. Our first full joint team. Remy is helpful but other teams borrow him as much as he goes out with us. Mutants watch everywhere and sometimes are more willing to talk to other Mutants when they see things. Remy goes everywhere that a reluctant mutant is a witness or a victim if it’s not a case that’s going after mutants as a whole victim profile.”

“Sounds like the FBI is campaigning mutants rights from the inside out.”

“Garcia has a new best friend. A technopath that came out of the academy six months ago. Stole him from the NSA. When she needs things that are not on the up and up she calls him up. He mainly works with counter terrorism but the BAU borrows him on occasion.” Spencer lifted his coffee to his lips and took a healthy drink of it.

“When are you going to tell the team that you are already married?”

“We are not. Garcia and Rossi have already planned a wedding for Rossi’s backyard. It’s going to be in the same theme as JJ and Will’s. We got married in Vegas the first time I went back after mom. Logan and Ororo were out witnesses. It was spur of the moment and not something I regret. Remy asking me is a running joke at this point and the team expects one every few months.”

“You are happy?”


Aaron hadn’t wanted to hear that but he needed to. He had to live his life for him now.


Watching George Foyet’s eyes close as he died gave Spencer only a sense of utter relief. Remy was outside the prison with Logan. The rest of the X-Men were at the hotel. The rest of the team was scattered around. Aaron had come. Beth had as well but she’d stayed outside with Remy and Logan. It was a packed room. The press outside was massive. The death of the Boston Reaper was a nationwide event.

Spencer knew that he wasn’t any safer than he had been before Foyet had died. There were still so many threats against him. Aurora was safe at the school in the DC area but he’d be targeted for her and for Remy.

His love for the mutant had grown like a carefully tended garden. He’d thought after what had happened with Aaron that he would never let someone into his heart again but Remy had slipped in like a weed and grown into a beautiful flower that never wilted. When the curtain was pulled back so the needles could be removed from the body, the talking started then. Spencer let the words wash over him.

Morgan’s hand closed over his shoulder and he looked up at the man.

“Let’s get out of here. Binion’s is calling our name.”

Spencer nodded and looked at where Aaron was trying to escape. “One last team meal, Aaron? Before you and your family fly to Hong Kong?”

“Sure.” The smile on Aaron’s face told Spencer that he’d finally fully made peace with his place in Spencer’s life, or a lack of a place.

When they were released from the prison, Remy was all smiles. Beth was standing there with her arm wrapped around the shoulder of Jack.

“Uncle Spencer!” Jack yelled out and took off towards him. Spencer crouched to hug the boy. He was excited and moved from agent to agent.

“Kurt made a trip to DC,” Logan said.

“Papa, Jack said he’s going to live in Japan. Can we go visit him there?” Aurora asked as she appeared behind Logan, standing on the hood of the car they’d taken to the prison.

“We can’t just pop over there when we want but we can visit. Uncle Logan has a house there that we can use I’m sure.”

“My house and all that shit,” Logan said with a smile. The group piled into their vehicles with Ororo and Aurora going with Aaron, Beth, and Jack to Binion’s. It was going to take a lot of time to get the friendship fully back between them but hopefully Aaron fully committing to Beth meant that he really had finally moved on. Spencer was happy that he was allowing himself to be happy.

Remy drove them to Binion’s his hand never leaving Spencer’s for the entire drive. The stress of the time was taking it’s toll and Spencer was happy that he’d been talked into starting in the morning after a good night’s sleep for the trip back to DC.

When they passed the cemetery where he’d buried his mother, Spencer let a tear fall down his face. His mom would want him to be happy, no matter what had happened to bring him and Remy together and he wasn’t going to waste a second of it.
The End


Meeting the Family

Title: Meeting the Family
Fandom: Criminals Minds, X-Men
Year: Season 9 (2014)
Category: Fluff,
Ratings: Teen
Pairings: Spencer Reid/Remy LeBeau,
Spoilers: Up through Season 9
Summary: The five times that Remy meets Spencer’s family on his own and then the time the whole team truly meets Remy and Spencer’s actually there for that one.
Words: 5,756
Notes: Takes place near the end of the season
Warnings: None
Beta: Charlie_Remington

Morgan & Garcia
Derek was working on the porch of a house that he was getting ready to flip when part of it gave way. He heard Garcia scream at the same time that the boards groaned and his left leg crashed down below the porch. Sharp pain shot up his leg and he gasped. Once he’d stopped moving he quickly assessed his situation. Garcia was on the other side of the porch looking stricken. He held a hand out to stop her forward movement. He didn’t know how much this had weakened the porch.

“Stay back, Baby Girl. I don’t need you falling as well.”

“Okay,” Garcia whispered, seemingly better since Derek had spoken to her.

The profiler knew that he had two choices, try and get himself up and out or let himself fall but neither was a good option. He had no clue what was under the porch, broken glass, nails, or any manner of things he didn’t want to land on top of. If he tried to get himself out, he could end up down there as well.

“Need some help, mec?” a man drawled and Derek turned to see him. The man was standing at the bottom of the the porch stairs. He was slipping a deck of cards into his pants pocket while shrugging off his trench coat. He was wearing ripped jeans and a black long sleeved shirt. His hair was loose around his head and a pair of sunglasses hid his eyes.

“Sure. I don’t know the stability of the porch so I wouldn’t recommend stepping onto it.”

D’accord.” The man stepped up to the top stair and reached out. Derek knew that he was built pretty solid so he was worried about this lanky man’s ability to actually help him up but he would give anything a chance. He’d stopped feeling his leg other than the blood running down it. The man stopped and turned to look at Garcia. “Cher, do y’ have a med kit here?”

“In the kitchen, Garcia. Go around back to get it.” Derek watched her take off her heels and jump over the small half wall around the porch and scramble around the side of the house.

“Didn’t even think of that,” Derek said honestly as he started to brace himself as best he could. The man smiled at him and then just pulled. A gasp of shock slipped through Derek’s lips as he was just lifted out of the hole with the man doing all the work. Derek was shocked. The man took a step back and tugged on him just as the porch started to give way again. He was jerked hard into the man who stayed up but his glasses slipped.

The red and black eyes staring at him were shocking. That meant only one thing. Mutant. The man grabbed his glasses and righted them.

“It’s okay man. My best friend is a mutant.” Derek looked down at his leg just as Garcia came around the house with the medical kit. The mutant took it from her and helped Derek sit down.

“Thank you, cher.” The man pulled out all the small fragments of wood from the long gash before he cleaned it and wrapped it.

“That was quick work. You’re good at that.” Derek marveled at while it wasn’t painless, it was quick.

“T’ank y’, mec.”

“Mec?” Garcia asked. She cocked her head to the side as she looked at him. “What’s that mean?”

“It means dude,” the man’s drawl deepened as he spoke. He held out his hand to Derek “Remy LeBeau.”

“Derek Morgan.” Derek shook his hand and watched as Remy turned towards Garcia. He held out his hand but instead of shaking her’s, he kissed the back of it. Garcia gasped and Derek noticed that he was looking at her above the glasses. Garcia reached out and pulled them off his face.

“Penelope Garcia. I love your eyes. You are a handsome devil aren’t you?”

Ma cherie, you are good for the ego. You going to be okay?” Remy turned and looked at Derek with the last sentence. “Remy has plans wit’ his boyfriend but couldn’t leave you stuck in a porch like that.” Remy kissed Garcia’s hand again before he shook Derek’s hand and then was gone.

Derek sat on the porch step and watched him leave. He felt there was something more to the man but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Dave liked his privacy and to eat a quiet dinner by himself but when his meal was interrupted by someone trying to throw out a mutant from a place that was mutant friendly, he couldn’t stand it. The older man stood up from his table and moved to where he found a man with shoulder length auburn hair trying to talk down a waiter who was trying to get violent. Thankfully, the man seemed to speak at least part of the time in third person so Dave knew his name.

“Excuse me. Remy, I’m over here.” Dave had heard the mutant call himself Remy and while that opened a whole can of worms on psychology in his head, he couldn’t stand to see the man thrown out. The mutant looked at him with a raised eyebrow. His red and black eyes standing out.

“Mr. Rossi?” the waiter asked.

“You tried to throw out my eating partner for the evening. Remy came all the way to DC to visit me and you are trying to throw him out. If you would like I can go somewhere else to eat.” Dave knew the waiter wouldn’t do that. He spent too much money eating here on a regular basis. It was a wonderful restaurant not far from Quantico and was frequented by many agents on Dave’s recommendation.

“No, no. Mr. Rossi. It’s fine,” another waitress, Angelina said as she stepped closer. She waved Dave back to his table and escorted Remy there herself. “And what will you have to drink?”

“Whatever M. Rossi is having, cher.” Remy smiled up at her and Dave saw the look of appreciation in her eyes. The man could flirt but the older man hoped he didn’t turn it on to him. As soon as she was out of earshot, Remy turned to look at him. “So, M. Rossi, why would you help a po’ cajun that you don’t know.”

“I like to eat in peace and that waiter sucks. When the owner hears of what happened, even without my name attached, he’ll be upset. With my name attached, I’m sure he’ll be fired and I get to save your dinner plans. Two birds, one stone.”

Remy laughed and took a sip of the drink that Angelina set down. It was easy for Dave to get lost in conversation about art and wine. The man across from him was intelligent and while he tried to hide it, when he talked about things he loved it shone through him.

“So why are you in DC?” Dave asked as dessert was served. The meal had gone by quickly and Dave was actually sad that it was getting to be late in the evening.

“Visiting my boyfriend. Drove down from New York a few days ago. He’s out wit’ a friend at de moment, plans made before I sprung dis visit on him. He recommended dis place to me. Said a co-worker just raves about it.”

“So born in New Orleans but you live in New York?”

“Teacher at a school, me. Art history and sometimes athletics if needed.”

Dave looked at him in shock at that. He could see the athletics but an art history teacher? It was good to be surprised, given his job. If the guy hadn’t already had a boyfriend, Dave thought about the fact that he’d be a good match for Reid. The playful humor that snuck out as the other man had been talking was something that Reid needed in his life.

“So what do you do during the summer?”

“Year round, private school. I get breaks where I can. Enjoy it, Remy does. It’s fun.”

There was a lie in his statement somewhere but Dave couldn’t figure it out. Instead he sat back and turned off the profiler in him for a while and enjoyed an evening out.

Hotch & Jack
Aaron looked around the aisle he had been in and Jack was nowhere to be found. He remembered his son being with him up until that aisle. He hurried back the way he had come and still there was no Jack. Every single worry, every single case with children came to the forefront of his mind. He took a few deep breaths and calmed down. Jack had been talking about cookies, baking them. He’d said that they would stop and get some dough. Jack wouldn’t have gone on his own would he have?

Leaving the cart behind, Aaron started walking towards the dairy section, knowing that was where the prepared cookie dough was. He rounded the corner and breathed a sigh of relief to see that Jack was there. He saw though that Jack was talking to a man. The man was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and was showing Jack something. He watched for a few seconds as the man walked a quarter across his knuckles. A second quarter was handed over and the man showed Jack how to do it. Jack was seated crossed legged on the floor as well, his eyes only for the man.

The other shoppers around them seemed a little put out at the obstruction in the dairy section but nothing was said. The man had a pair of sunglasses on his head and it wasn’t until he looked up and around that Aaron saw his eyes. Mutant. The man dropped his gaze again and then went back to showing Jack his trick.

Finally, Aaron moved forward. He stopped directly behind Jack and waited for the boy to realize he was there. Jack tipped his head back and smiled.

“Dad!” Jack jumped up, clutching the quarter in his hand. “I lost you! I tried to look for you and then I got turned around and this man here said that he would wait with me for you. I knew you’d find me.” Jack hugged him around the waist and Aaron just patted his head. “Thank you for waiting with me, Mr. LeBeau.”

“Remy LeBeau, at y’r service, Sir. I found de boy freaking out. If y’ hadn’t come in de next few minutes I was going to go to customer service but he was mightily worried and I wanted him calm before we walked t’rough the store.”

“Thank you, Mr. LeBeau.” Aaron couldn’t say more than that. His heart was still pounding and he found words escaped him.

“Now, young sir, don’t separate y’rself from y’r papa anymore, ya ‘ear?” LeBeau asked.

“Yes, Sir!” Jack smiled as he said it and tried to hand back the quarter.

Non. Y’ keep it and practice.”

“Uncle Spencer will be surprised. Can we go see him so I can show him?”

“Uncle Spencer is busy right now, Jack. How about you practice more and the next time we all get together you can show him. I don’t know that I have ever seen him do it so you might get to teach him something.”

“Y’r brother? Y’ don’t know if y’r brother can do a trick like that?” LeBeau asked. Aaron looked at him. There was shock on his face but something else as well. Aaron couldn’t place it. He resisted the urge to actually profile him.

“He’s a close friend. He’s known Jack since birth so Uncle Spencer it is.”

“It’s good y’ both have close family, even if de ain’t blood.” LeBeau looked at the watch on his wrist, his eyes widening in shock. “I better get going. Remy was supposed to just pick up some cheese and get home. My boyfriend will be worrying. Have a wonderful rest of the day!” LeBeau waved and picked up a few bags of shredded cheese before he headed towards the registers.

Aaron watched the man leave. He wasn’t worried about him. Nothing about him screamed UnSub but then so many rarely did. From the conversation he hadn’t asked Jack his name. Hadn’t tried to get him to leave the area he was in. He could understand why he hadn’t tried to get Jack to go to customer service. With Jack freaking out, anyone could have taken it for him trying to kidnap Jack. He ruffled Jack’s hair and pushed the man from his thoughts. They needed to find their cart and finish shopping. There was a meal to prepare for dinner and a movie to watch.

Alex noticed the man who slipped into the back of the lecture hall. It was a rare day off and she had taken advantage of it. It wasn’t hard to take over. Every time she looked at the man, he was looking at her, or so it seemed with his sunglasses. He took no notes but seemed to be listening in with rapt attention.

When the class was over, he stayed in his seat and just watched her as she talked with the students. Finally when she had run the students off and was packed up, the man stood from his seat and made his way down.

“Alex Blake?” The New Orleans accent was heavy in his speech.

“Yes. And you are?”

“T’ink about it, cher and I’m sure it’ll come to y’.” The man leaned his hip against the table and smiled at her. He reached up and pulled his sunglasses off his face, slipping them into a pocket on his coat. Alex saw his eyes and she knew instantly who he was.

“Remy.” Alex was shocked. Spencer hadn’t mentioned him being in town for a visit.

Oui. It’s a pleasure to meet y’ in person.” Remy held out his hand for her to shake but instead he leaned down and kissed the back of her hand. She wasn’t shocked. Spencer talked about smooth he could be, when he wanted.

“Does Spencer know that you are here?” Alex had a feeling that she knew the answer.

Non. Remy’s been on a mission.” Remy said with a smile on his face.

“A mission?” Alex laughed and she saw the smile on his face grow.

Oui. I’ve met Miss Penny and Morgan as well as Hotch and his Jack. M. Rossi was fun.”

“And Spencer isn’t aware of any of this?”

“Remy wanted to talk to de team wit’out the issue of being Spencer’s boyfriend thrown in.”

“He’s going to be mad at you.” Alex knew that Spencer would forgive him easily but he’d be mad at first. While she was the newest member of the team, she’d known Spencer for years and had known of his friend Remy for as long as she’d known him. The newest aspect of the relationship, the actual physical relationship was only a few months old. When they had been just friends, there was no need for Remy to meet any of them. When Remy was in town for a visit before, he and Spencer wanted to spend as much time together as possible.

The rest of the team so far had been okay with not meeting Remy but it wasn’t going to last long at all, especially with Morgan. Plans had been made for a few weeks from then but with their job, Spencer never knew if it was actually going to happen. The genius had also mentioned something about Remy’s job but she had pushed at that.

“So, Remy, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”

“Spencer is working on a new paper for school, kicked me out of the house. Somet’ing about not being able to concentrate. He said he’d text me when it was okay for me to come back. How about I treat y’ to lunch and we discuss language?”

Alex laughed at the look on his face. If she didn’t know that he flirted as much as he breathed, and that he was head over heels in love with Spencer, she might have taken him seriously.

“I think that lunch will be good.”

JJ, Will, & Henry
JJ watched Will as he watched a man who was at the zoo alone. He had a camera around his neck and seemed to be absorbed in watching the animals as much as the other patrons but Will’s eyes rarely left the man when they stopped.


“I just…I know that I know that man but I can’t place him.” Will turned to look at her as he spoke and he must have seen how uneasy she became at his words. “Oh, no, hon. He’s not one of your UnSubs. He’s not following us. Not really. I mean he takes other paths but given that he arrived here not long after us and there is a flow to the traffic here, it’s hard to say who could be following us.”

JJ smiled and turned back to the otters that Henry was having fun playing with. She pushed the man out of her mind and enjoyed the day at the zoo with her family.

It wasn’t until they were nearly at the end of the trip that she took note of him again. He shifted and she noticed that he moved like a fighter. He looked up and caught her looking and smirked at her. JJ blushed and turned away. There was a small little stand with a whole bunch of tables around it so that people could sit and enjoy the ice cream being sold.

When all three of them took a seat, the man moved past them to the next exhibit. There were only a few left but they were Henry’s favorite ones.

Henry ran ahead and when he stopped all of a sudden, staring up, JJ’s heart leaped into her throat when she saw the man standing there. Both her and Will moved quickly up to stand beside their son. The man smiled and looked right at Will.

“Little Willy.”

“Remy LeBeau?” Will asked, his hand going right to Henry’s shoulder and holding on tight. JJ could tell by his body language that he didn’t see the man as a threat but that he could become one. “What are you doing up here?”

“Just visiting. Was shocked when I saw y’ with the femme and the little one.”

Will just looked at him. JJ wasn’t sure what was going on. Obviously from his accent, Will knew him from back home but there was something more to it all. She was itching to have her gun on her.

“So you followed us?”

Non. I saw y’ walking and left y’ alone but y’ kept looking at me and Remy figured he’d put y’ out of y’r misery on who I was.” Remy turned to JJ and bowed a little. “Remy LeBeau, ma’am. Known Little Willy here since we was young.”

“Remy, this is Jennifer my wife and my son Henry.”

“Hello!” Henry said, raising his hand in a small wave. Remy waved back at him with a huge smile on his face. JJ settled down some.

“Papa used to bring him around to give him a place to sleep on the occasions that he could get his hands on him,” Will said.

“Was sorry to hear about y’r papa. My papa said he sent flowers.”

“He did. What brings you up here to DC. You said visiting. You don’t visit places.”

“My boyfriend lives here. Visiting him for a few days before heading home to New York.”

“So the rumors were true?” Will asked.

Remy didn’t answer him at first, just stared at him. There was some form of silent communication going on but after several long minutes, Remy nodded. “Dey’re true.”

“The zoo is getting ready to close and we need to get home to eat.”

“D’accord. It was wonderful to meet y’ Henry, Jennifer. It was great to see y’ again Willy.” Remy bowed a little and then turned to leave. Will stayed still so JJ did as well. There was a lot more that had gone unsaid between the two men than had actually been said and she wasn’t sure that it was things she needed to know. If Will thought he was a danger, he would have let her know. Henry was oblivious to what was going on around him and so JJ let it drop. She turned his attention back to the animals and it didn’t take long for Will to join back in. She’d ask later, when they were home alone.

Spencer took in his surroundings. The group of mutants who had ambushed the team were very good at what they did. The team was scattered around, tied up in various places, not close enough to do anything to help each other and they were in an unknown location. There were ten of them compared to the six of Spencer’s team. The mutants hadn’t known one thing though, Spencer was a mutant.

The sound of rushing air told Spencer that something had changed outside. Someone was coming. He had to get free to save his team. Tipping his body to hide what he was doing, he used his powers to split open his bonds. The smell of burnt rope was thankfully small and hopefully none of the mutants would notice it. No such luck one of the mutants turned to look at him, snarling as he did. Spencer jumped to his feet as the mutant ran at him.

Just as the mutant reached him, the doors busted open and another group entered the warehouse. Spencer sighed in relief as he took in their outfits. X-Men. He ducked under the punch from the mutant and kicked him in the crotch. The mutant dropped and Spencer quickly handcuffed him. None of the mutants had taken the handcuffs off any of the team. Weapons yes but nothing else.

“There are ten total!” Spencer yelled. Two of the men from the new team looked at him in shock. “My team won’t harm you.”

“You the FBI?” the smaller of the two men growled.

Spencer nodded. “How many men did you bring with you, Wolverine?” Spencer asked. The man just stared at him before one of the UnSub mutants started to charge at him. Spencer dodged in and out of the fighting, freeing his team and getting them to safety. When all of them were finally safe, Morgan made him sit down. He looked up at the agent in shock before the man touched his cheek and pain flared. He hadn’t even noticed the cut.

“They split your cheek good. You might need stitches.” Morgan used his shirt to try and clean up some of the blood on his cheek as Spencer kept an eye on the fighting. With no guns the only weapon the team had was Spencer.

The UnSub mutants never made it close to them. Cyclops and Wolverine fought them as well as keeping them from the vulnerable humans. No one had seen where the UnSubs had hidden the guns and it was no time to try and find them. Only four UnSubs had been inside the warehouse and given the noise outside, the rest of the X-Men were taking care of the ones that weren’t inside. When Cyclops moved towards them, Spencer stood and moved over with Hotch.

“Thank you for not shooting at us,” Cyclops said as he reached out to shake Hotch’s hand, a look of surprise on his face when the agent did.

“When it comes to mutants, the team trusts my lead.” Spencer raised his hand up in an almost wave but instead of moving it, flames appeared at the tip of each digit. It spread down to his wrist, enveloping the entire hand. The look of pure surprise danced across Hotch’s face and Spencer was pretty sure that it was matched on the faces of the rest of the team. His mutation was his most guarded secret. He trusted the X-Men though.

“So the rumors are true, there are mutants in the FBI.” Wolverine smiled as he spoke. Hotch waved towards an area a slightly ways away and Cyclops followed him over to it.

“More than you know.” Spencer had been recruited because he was a mutant. One of the first but not the last. Of course, there had been mutants hiding in the FBI before he’d joined but he was pulled in because of his intelligence and his mutation. Morgan stepped up and tried to get him to sit down again but he waved it off so the older agent settled for trying to get more blood off him. The sounds of fighting outside died down and then a moment later one of the doors opened and a man and a woman entered. The bright sun stopped Spencer from seeing the man for a few seconds but he knew the woman. Storm. When the door banged shut, Spencer could finally see the man. He smiled and his heart started to beat faster. The head turned and even with the sunglasses on his face, Spencer could tell the man was scanning the room for dangers. His head stopped on Cyclops and it only took a few seconds for his entire body to stiffen in surprise. The man had seen Hotch.

Spencer debated for a few seconds on how he should handle it but when the man’s head started to scan the room again, he made his decision. He took a step that placed him in the man’s gaze and then waved. “Gambit!” He called out his code name and not his real one. At the call out, every single eye in the placed turned towards him. The man’s body started to move in an almost jerky fashion, a movement not known on his usually fluid body. When he crossed half the distance he slipped his sunglasses to the top of his head and Spencer could finally see his red and black eyes.

“Fearless said we were heading to save an FBI team, didn’t say nothin’ about it being de BAU, Doc.” Remy’s eyes raked up and down his form and Spencer knew when he noticed the cut. His eyes widened and he started to reach out. Spencer finally started to move. “Y’r bleeding, Penny.”

“Penny?” Spencer heard Morgan mutter but the agent said nothing else. The entire room was waiting. Braced for something, what they didn’t know. Spencer heard Wolverine sniffing the air behind him. He was sure that he would figure it out first as Remy had to go home smelling of him and the feral was good at scents.

When Remy could finally reach out and touch him, his hand went right to his cheek.

“I’ve gotten worse sparring with you.” Still he allowed the inspection of the wound. Remy wouldn’t allow anything else. There was no apprehension in his boyfriend’s eyes. Meeting like this just jumped up their time tables of introducing the teams to each other. When the inspection was done, Spencer felt a kiss on the edge of the top of the cut. There was no mistaking that.

Spencer turned to face his team, expecting shock. They all knew he had a boyfriend. He’d told them that a while back but that his boyfriend lived out of town and getting together was a problem. The team wasn’t looking at him though. They were looking at Remy and there was something on their faces. They were shocked to see him, like he was out of place. Like they had met him before. JJ looked the most shocked.

“Teacher at a private school?” Rossi asked as he looked at Remy.

Remy shifted to stand behind Spencer, putting some distance between them. Spencer looked up at him. He wasn’t hiding, his position gave him a lot of options as far as fighting went but it did show that he was a little apprehensive.

“Remy didn’t lie, M. Rossi. I do teach.”

Spencer looked at Rossi and then back at Remy then to each of the team. He looked back at Remy and it clicked. He took a step away and pinned Remy with a glare. “Remy Etienne LeBeau! What did you do?”

“Spencer, cher.” Remy held out his hands, placatingly but Spencer just crossed his arms and glared even harder. He heard a snicker from behind him and figured it was Wolverine.

“I think that Mr. LeBeau took it upon himself to meet all of us on his own terms, Reid,” Hotch said as he moved back towards the group with Cyclops and Storm behind him. “He charmed Jack rather well with his own form of magic.”

“Might want to make sure he didn’t teach him to pick pockets.” Spencer watched as Hotch’s eyes widened in complete shock then he turned to look back at Remy.

Remy’s face changed to looked shocked and then wounded. “Y’ wound me, Penny.”

“He’s got you there, Gumbo,” Wolverine said as he laughed.

“No more than y’ teaching y’r filleul to count cards.” Remy raised an eyebrow begging him to challenge the statement. Spencer just snorted.

“That’s not news nor a shock to JJ.” Spencer smiled as Remy floundered. He turned to Hotch. “The locals will be here soon, I think.”

“I’ve already discussed with Cyclops and we can retain custody of all ten. He told me how we can keep them in confinement. All they did was come to free us.”

“So this is the man who has tamed my brother?” Storm asked as she moved over to shake Spencer’s hand but all Spencer did was wave. “Oh, I forgot.”

“I still think you need stitches, Reid,” Morgan said stepped closer.

“I’ll get checked out. There’s no way Remy won’t make me go.” Spencer smiled at how relaxed his team and Remy’s team were at the moment. Still the others from outside hadn’t come in.

“What the hell you doing with a Fed, Gumbo?” Wolverine asked as he stepped closer to the group that was forming around Spencer and Remy.

“And what are you doing with a Thief, Spencer?” JJ asked as she finally stepped closer.

Spencer spun his head to look at her. He could tell by her tone she knew exactly what he was. What the hell had he told all of them when he met them?

“Little Willy told y’ about Remy, femme?” Remy asked with a smile on his face.

“Yes, he told me all about you and your family and what they do. He also told me that there were rumors about you and the X-Men down in New Orleans but he’d never got confirmation.”

“Y’ has it now.”

Spencer rubbed at the brow of his nose. He was getting a headache. He should have known that Remy would do something like this. The man couldn’t leave well enough alone. He knew he’d been worried about the team’s reaction to him but they were going to ease them all into it. Starting with the boyfriend and mutant thing and then after a long while the whole X-Men thing.

Of course the plans for Spencer to meet Remy’s friends had to be a lot more careful. There were some at the mansion that wouldn’t take well to a Fed being in their midst, even if he was a mutant. Still, there were no fireworks yet. The teams seemed to be getting along.

A hand on his shoulder told him that Blake was behind him. She leaned in close. “He’ll charm them in no time.”

“Where did he meet you?”

“Snuck into class. Don’t be mad at him for long, Spencer. He loves you.”

“I know. I’m not mad. I just really should have seen him doing it. He worries about me too much.”

“There are some that would say given all that’s happened to you, Reid, that no one can worry too much about you,” Rossi said.

Spencer turned to look at his team and saw the matching smiles on their faces. They agreed with the older profiler.

“Y’ don’t know the half of it. De stories I could tell y’ about what Penny got into in college.”

“You’ve known Reid since college?” Morgan asked.

Oui. Since he was seventeen.”

“And the stories can wait,” Wolverine said as his head tilted to the side. “Locals arrived as well as another FBI unit.”

The two teams split to different sides of the room. Spencer watched as Cyclops ushered his team out the door but not before Remy snuck a quick kiss. When the doors opened and more humans entered, Spencer couldn’t help the grin on his face. Oh, he’d have fun on the flight home, explaining everything in detail to the team but it was worth it. It was an aspect of his life he wouldn’t have to keep hidden anymore and he just might be able to slip away for weekend trips to New York and actually interact with Remy’s friends.

Spencer let Morgan drag him out of the warehouse by an arm around his shoulder. He was deposited into the back of the waiting ambulance so that his cheek could be looked at. Morgan was looking at him, like he was trying to figure out a huge puzzle. He knew he wasn’t being let off the hook by his friend but with so many around it wasn’t a good time at all to discuss anything.

“Just tell me this, Reid. He treats you good?”

“Of course, his papa would put him in the grave if he didn’t. Jean Luc raised a proper boy with manners, even if he had to beat them into him. I’ve known him for almost sixteen years, Morgan. We’ve been really good friends for a lot of it and I’ve been in love with him for about half of that. I never thought he’d ever see me that way. He’d never hurt me. I promise.”

“Okay, kid but you know I’m gonna keep an eye on him for a while right?”

“I know.” Spencer smiled. His team was his family and he didn’t expect any less.
The End.