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Title: White Clover and Red Roses

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Hotch/Reid

Rating: T

Wordcount: 16,068 words

Genre: Romance, Angst With A Happy Ending, Reid!Whump

Main Characters: Reid, Hotch, Rossi

POV: Reid (3rd person limited)

Summary: When Reid starts showing symptoms of a fantastical, unknown illness, he tries to figure out what could be wrong with him, turning to medical journals and the internet to no avail. There must be an explanation that doesn't involve his feelings for his boss somewhere, and Reid is determined both to figure it out, and to not let his strange symptoms affect his work--- even if it means disobeying a few direct orders in the process.

Author's Commentary: A hanahaki AU written for my friend Fenix's birthday! I usually don't love hanahaki, but I think in this canon it works. I made it so that it's not a previously known disease, since I especially dislike hanahaki AUs where it's already just an accepted part of the world. The AU really grew on me as I wrote it (pun intended), and I had a lot of fun looking up flower symbolism for this fic! I also ended up personally referring to this fic as "Hanahotchki" as I wrote it, lol.

Excerpt:

 Reid let out another forceful cough, his body heaving with the intensity of it. His throat was raw, and he almost felt nauseous as the coughing got even worse. He tasted iron, and with a hand to his mouth he blinked away tears in order to look down at the crimson staining the pads of his fingers. He stared at the flecks of blood for only a moment before he wiped his hand on the sleeve of his cardigan.

 Hotch cleared his throat from behind him before speaking. "You need to go home."

 Reid turned to face him as he kept clearing his own throat uncomfortably, trying not to get any louder.

 He wanted to argue, but Hotch was still fixing him with an intense lowered browline that meant he was serious, and more importantly that he couldn't be convinced otherwise. He spared a glance at J.J. and Morgan as he stood up straight and wiped away the tears from his eyes even though he knew they wouldn't argue against Hotch's suggestion either.

 "Reid, you were having coughing fits the whole time we worked that case," he said flatly. "If it's not getting any better, you need to at least take a day off. We're close to home on this next one--- Just go rest. I don't want this spreading any further."

 He was about to tell Hotch he was fine, and he didn't need to go home, but the effort of containing another tickling cough prevented him from actually talking.

 "Go take care of yourself, alright?" Hotch said with an air of finality, and cleared his throat sharply as he broke their strangely pleasant eye contact.

 It sounded more caring than he'd anticipated. The cold, authoritative tone had lifted by the end of the sentence, and even over his own quiet coughing Reid could hear the compassion in Hotch's voice. Reid wanted to argue again anyway, but taking a breath in only irritated his throat again, and he erupted into another wave of coughs.

 J.J. had stepped forward to rub a circle into his back, which despite being soothing didn't have much of an effect.

 "I'll drive you home if you want," she said kindly, and Reid appreciated the offer, wanting to tell her as much, but another hard cough made his eyes water.

 When he could finally look at her properly, her eyes were wide. She glanced toward Morgan, who looked equally worried, and then to Hotch, whose intense stare softened with a deep frown.

 "Woah," Morgan uttered, sounding worried and seeming like he had something else to say. Reid gave another spluttering cough as he wiped at his mouth again. The sticky feeling of blood stayed on his fingertips, and he knew then that they'd all seen it. "You alright, man?" Morgan asked rhetorically beside him, eyebrows screwed together in concern. Reid barely processed it, stuck staring down at his fingers.

 "Okay," said Hotch with a curt sigh. "You're not going home yet. I'm ordering a medical check," he said decisively, "Let's hope you don't need a full pulmonary exam."

 "I don't---" Reid began to argue weakly, but his own hoarse voice ringing in his ears was enough to make the protest die on his lips.

 "You are coughing up blood," Hotch enunciated directly at him, holding a commanding eye contact. "Something is obviously wrong, and we're going to find out what." Reid's throat tickled again as he nodded, begrudgingly accepting the order. "J.J, go with him. And call me if there's anything I should hear," he cleared his throat as he turned to address Morgan. "Let Rossi and Prentiss know we'll brief everyone in the car as soon as J.J. gets back."