A Temporary Thing

Summary: Derek is in charge now, and Hotch isn't making it easy on him. (Coda to 05x06 The Eyes Have It)

Warnings: none (mind the episode and timeframe, it's all pretty tame but it is Foyet-centric of course)

Pairings: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 2.1k

Notes: First of all, this is for @whump-town because you can't just drop something like this in my brain, I'm weak. Although I think you should write something for it because you could do it a lot more justice. Anyway, from the seed being planted to whatever this became was less than 12 hours so don't expect poetry. Prompt 43 (One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.) of 50 Types of Kisses ... because it felt like a kissy story.

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Derek is in charge now, and he kind of loves it. Most of it. He loves bossing Aaron around, for starters...he's always been more than happy to take orders from the man but getting to send him to a muddy crime scene or the ME's office is a particular joy. He only wished they could stumble on a case that involved sewers, he'd love to send him down a ladder or two, just for fun. A little payback. He's adjusting to his temporary role as Unit Chief. The way it happened, he doesn't love that part, but he understands that sometimes shitty things happen, and they can roll with the punches.

It's what they do. The torch was passed, Hotch was all in, and to him, it can't get much better than this.

In Oklahoma City, he dreams he's blind. Not really blind, he can see the mist, he can see his own hands and his feet in the mist, but he knows the mist isn't real. There are voices, disembodied sounds, familiar but wrong. Spencer recites droll facts about enucleation into the void, the strangeness in his voice almost makes Derek laugh. He holds his own eyes in his hands, perfect viscous orbs, mahogany irises and blown pupils suspended just above his palm...