dear_mun | Homeless.

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Are you always so easily discouraged? ...yes?

Oh. Well, we should...work on that. Just because you haven't seen any of my team doesn't mean they don't exist. Besides, even if you did find them, there's be no guarantee that they'd want the same things you do.

Actually, there's no guarantee that I want the same thing you do. The idea does hold merit, though, I will give it that.

Keep trying. You'll either find someone, or lose interest.

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Unfortunately the rest of the team can be hard to come by. I'd roughly estimate that 85% of the journals on these sites are dedicated to us.

We're popular, apparently.

[Please hold. This is the first time he's met himself. One can hear his brain working...]

Oh, yes, sorry. I've spoken to.. myself before. It's an odd yet metaphysical experience.

[There's a slow nod...and then, finally, a deep breath.]

Alright, so I'm not just seeing things. Apparently, meeting one's self in situations like this are 'bound to happen' as she put it. Still, it's a little surreal.

[He may or may not be touching your hair, Other-Reid.]

Um..

[He takes a step back. As Reid should well know, Reid doesn't like anyone touching him. Not even some other version of himself.]

Anyway, the best theory that I can draw on to explain it is that of the many-worlds interpretation. With that understanding, it's very possible for both of us to exist. Based on our choices, we are examples of possible quantum outcomes being realized.

[He knew. He just hadn't really thought about the other version of himself as...well, himself. He just wasn't quite ready to think that there might be two (or more) versions of himself running around. Blinking at the other man's obvious unease, he glanced between his hand and his mirror image....and snatched his hand back, a blush just barely touching his cheekbones.]

Sorry... [It was muttered, the offending hand tucked neatly into the pocket of his cords before he glanced up to focus on that explanation.] So, the idea that each and every choice splits off to become it's own separate and unique universe? Or something broader, where there have always been various versions of..us?

[He's not too offended, honestly. At least it's himself and not some other person.]

I'm more of the opinion that it's the choice/splitting variety, though it certainly could be the other one as well. And by choice it could be something as simple as I had a fourth cup of coffee one day or I didn't.

Having troubles Reid?

Other then apparently being held in a gilded cage by a woman who seems to think she knows me better then I know myself? None at all.

[This is Reid. Not pouting. Defiantly not pouting.]

You couldn't have chosen a....cooler name for me?

I wouldn't worry about it, Reid. Honestly, I'd worry more about what plans your mun could hold for you.

[Says the unit chief whose mun has him an agent-turned-apparent fugitive with a majorly fucked-up storyline.]

[Oh hai Hotch! Ummm, speaking of those 'plans mun might have', he's just going to stand. Over there. Behind that desk.

Just in case.]

My 'Mun' just squealed like a prepubescence girl when she saw you. I think I should be worried.

Well...

More worried that I already was. She has an odd affection for you.

"Odd affection"? [Hotch's voice has a hint of amusement there, raising a brow and watching him.] I get from people that I'm a robot, a nutcase, and a bit of an ass. "Odd affection" is definitely a new one.

As my mun just grins absolutely stupidly. [Sigh.] You'll have to excuse her. She's only-- interacting with one of... erm, yourself right now.

[If he's on the edge of caution, it's for many reason both he and his mundane can definitely explain.]

[Oh, he's noticed the caution, but he's a little on edge himself. Gnawing his lower lip, he moved around to perch on the edge of the desk instead of hiding behind it, arms crossing loosely.]

Well, I don't think you're any of those. And she...well, ignore her.

...it's good to see you, Hotch. In a completely non-creepy way, I promise.

[Honestly, the things his mun reads...]

[It's funny how Spencer, his son, and old man Rossi are the only people to truly make him smile. Even a little. And don't worry. Mun over here reads things too. Scary things. Nice things. Too much into things...

So you get a little smile. Success!]

It's good to see you too, Reid. Really is.

[God, he's praying he doesn't sound or look creepy with that small, yet horribly genuine smile on his face. Hn. All right... small talk it is!]

What plans does your mun have for you?

[So his mun wasn't the only one who did that? Reading too much into things is almost a necessary thing for playing one of the team, wasn't it though?

Oh, a smile! A smile is nice. Especially on Hotch. Hotch who never smiles except for when he did and Reid was fairly certain that this sick, queasy feeling in his stomach was what Morgan would call 'butterflies'.

Stupid mun.

He smiles back.]

Right now, nothing. She's been toying with the idea of putting me back in high school, but I think she's given up on that. Mostly, she was just hoping to find...well, you.

[...dear god, here come his butterflies too. Major butterflies of whoa. Thank god he's being defaulted into his current universe, or he knows his husband from his little "I'm a wanted fugitive for stuff I didn't do"...verse would run up to kick his butt. Uhm, no offense.

So he's gonna actually blink this once and gaze at the younger agent.]

Back to high school... then to finding me. [Ew. High school.] ...well I'm here. If you ever want- you know. Talk. Come over. [Hotch, shut up before you say something dumbtarded.]

[Hey, he has absolutely no desire to get his butt kicked by anyone, let alone another version of himself. If this was going to be a problem, maybe he should just go away again? Stupid butterflies. Stupid mun. Stupid 'DWRP'.

Also, he's fairly certain 'dumbtarded' isn't a word, Hotch. That isn't going to stop him from glancing down at his shoes in an effort to not blush like a school boy.] Well, I think the 'high school' idea went up in flames when she realized I'd have to be 'aged up' to participate in the majority of the game? I didn't ask too many questions...

Umm, well...I was actually..um...maybe we could- [Why is his throat suddenly so dry? Cough it up, Reid...Or hide it behind a giant swig of way too hot coffee.

Whatever works.

Ow.]

[Nonononono, not allowed to go away. Not allowed to. Hotch has a terrible tendency for chasing people away because of horrible reasons, and he doesn't wanna chase Reid away. At all. No. You stay here, we're gonna talk. Like agents and friends and- and stuff. Yeah. Yeah that.

God dammit, Aaron. Sigh.

He listens to the genius about his mun's burned up plans, and he's about to ask something else when there is a cough there. And a lot of coffee. Hotch is officially intrigued. Big time.]

Could.... what? [All unblinking and staring but-- aww, hell. There's that spark of hope in his eye to do something here other than flop around in his personal journal with his other 'verse. Which, by the way, don't worry about it. Seriously. Okay?] I'm open to suggestions.

[Spencer is horrible at this whole 'socializing' thing, though. His idea of a fun night at the bar was a Star Trek drinking game, for crying out loud.

...but he does rock at it, if he does say so himself.

Wincing as he set down his cup, he glanced up at Aaron...only to clear his slightly singed throat and look away again.]

Oh, nothing. I mean, you're probably really busy and she's really unsure about her abilities in me anyway... I wouldn't want to impose and I really wouldn't want you to have to come all the way back here with me.... [Why yes, he is just going to ramble on for the next ten minutes if he isn't stopped...]

Reid.

[Yep. The one worded "calm down, I'm not going to chase you or your mun away" response with a look and everything. Calm down, Spencer. It's okay.]

You're not imposing.

[And, like always, it worked. He snapped his mouth shut with a mumbled 'sorry' before taking a breath to center himself.]

I...My mun is in the process of re-watching everything again and she has it in her head that she wants to pick up a congruent story line from somewhere back here. After-[He paused, glancing up sharply. After Haley and the divorce, of course....but he didn't say that out loud.] It's a stupid idea. Ignore her.

It can't be as bad as the "fugitive from the law for crimes I didn't commit" one.

[Ohoho. In which Dave gets married again, Foyet's running around with- get this- the darkness of Aaron Hotchner that maifested and took physical form. So you get Hotch here... and Moonlight. Aaron's darkness. ...while he's married to another you, Spencer.

See, that's nuts.]

[A little crazy, sure...but it sounds interesting, if nothing else. So far, all Reid has is DM and a possible dumbing down to be older in high school.

Which wouldn't happen, anyway.

Spence is just gunna gnaw on his lip now, and do his best to not look too hopeful.]

[Look. Another another small smile.]

Don't worry about it. All right? You need anything, just- tell me.

[Stupid. Butterflies.]

Maybe...some dinner? Before you go?

[Please ignore the way his face just went from his usual paleness to bright red.]

[Don't mind Hotch. His mind is flying fifty miles an hour right now. Like. Majorly.]

Sure. When're you free? I'm going to be gone mainly half of Wednesday, and then Thursday, I leave. Any time before then, I'm good.

[Reid may just throw up. Just a fair warning. He's fairly certain that whatever is going on with his stomach is just going to kill him.]

My, uh... My mun works nights, so she'll be going to bed soonish, but she's off on Tues and Weds? I'll be here for a bit longer today, too...

[Oh good. Makes two of us here.]

Mun's sort of off on Wednesday, so... we can do it then, if you'd like.

So...dinner. On Wednesday.

[So much fidgeting. Poor kid is scared off his rocker...]

Does that mean I'm supposed to leave now? Cause if it does, then I can... have I mentioned that I'm really bad at this 'social' thing?

Once or twice, you did. If you want to, you can. But you don't have to.

Dinner on Wednesday. [A nod. He's looking forward to it, but you don't see that. Blank face here.]

I should probably go. Before I make this any more awkward then it already is...

[Awkward Reid is awkward and trying really hard not to trip over his own coltish legs in his attempt to make it to the door.]

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