Author: Bow (bowie28 )
Word count: 480
Summary: This must be the worst anniversary in history.
Author’s notes: Written for vanessasquest who requested ‘G for Gridlock’ on my long overdue H/R alphabet memes. Takes place a little further down the road. Hotch might seem a little jittery, but sometimes Hotch’s like that in my head. As always, feedback is love.
This must be the worst anniversary in history: losing the reservation and being stuck in traffic for over an hour with a date who has been fidgety more than usual. He should have been more persistent and ordered in. They could be watching one of Spencer’s TiVoed documentaries on the couch right now. Hell, they could be ignoring the documentary and having sex on the couch right now. Instead he’s been watching his boyfriend of one amazing year abusing the car stereo buttons while dissecting all possible reasons for the damn gridlock. He is this close to turn on the siren and have the road cleared so that Spencer would stop freaking (him) out.
When Spencer’s reaching for the stereo again, Aaron grabs his hand. “Leave it.”
Spencer seems startled but doesn’t protest. Aaron lets go and watches Spencer look away and out the window, leg bouncing in frustration.
“We’ll come back tomorrow. I’m sure Jess won’t mind watching Jack again.”
He gets silence as a response and starts to wonder if he’s missed something. After all this is Spencer’s first long-term romantic relationship.
“Spencer.” He reaches out and stills the bouncing leg. Spencer turns around, frowning.
“If I can help it, this is not going to be our only anniversary.”
With that, for the first time since they got in the car, Spencer gives him something akin to a smile.
“You’re sweet, but another twenty-four hours are not gonna work.”
His heart drops. Surely Spencer’s not breaking up with him over a gridlock.
Spencer reaches inside his jacket and pulls out a white envelop.
Surely Spencer’s not breaking up with him with a letter.
After taking the envelop, he must have been staring at it because Spencer says, “Open it.”
Aaron does and finds no letter of any kind. Instead there are two plane tickets to Las Vegas, Nevada.
He looks up and finds Spencer stiff in the seat. “My mom’s been asking.”
Aaron doesn’t understand how he can feel like the biggest idiot and the luckiest man alive at the same time.
“Jess knows. So does JJ. For the next three days we won’t be disturbed unless there’s an emergency.”
They’ve been tiptoeing around each other about this: he never pried when he caught Spencer writing a letter and Spencer never tried to discuss its content with him. They knew too well how easily it could turn everything upside down.
It kind of does now.
“I’m sure. Will you…?”
This time Spencer’s smile is open and inviting. Aaron leans in and their lips meet halfway. Spencer tastes like he always does, coffee and sugar. Aaron’s never craved the taste more than he does now.
When they finally part, all the other cars are still there, stuck in this hellhole of a traffic with them. Only this time around, Aaron doesn’t mind it too much.