Tommy barged into his apartment. He never wanted this. Not today. But no, someone had to go to Scotland Yard and Major Daniel had sent him. He knew it was a good choice. He knew the area well, still had contacts stashed away, and Tommy wasn't afraid to bend a few rules to get things done. He'd been raised like that and his team understood it well enough to allow it to some extent.
Going to the Yard wasn't the problem it was everything after that. He'd been arrested, held under a false charge, and placed in a holding cell with his Father of all people. Just because he defended his family and the clan he'd been born into.
After receiving his fair share of bruises, cuts, and blood stains the ICC had figured out something was wrong and got him out. Tommy thanked God for that one. His Father still packed a punch after all these years.
Now that it was said and done, the case was closed and the team was in their respective homes or hovels it all came crashing down and Tommy wasn't taking it so well.
Clenching his hands into fists he remembered he was holding his phone as he heard the case give a snap.
Inhaling a deep breath he let it out slowly and unlocked his phone. Staring at the picture there he smiled. On Spencer's last two week vacation off from work he had come and hung out with Tommy. Seeing the sights and goofing around. His team would probably lose their minds if they saw some of the things their young genius had been doing. Tommy bet they didn't know that Spencer was an adrenaline junkie.
They had done everything short of bungee jumping, Spencer hadn't been able to talk Tommy into that. But cliff diving, jet skis, and even paragliding had been done. That had been the best couple weeks of Tommy's life.
Dialing the number he held his breath and prayed it was picked up. He really needed to talk right now. Hell, he'd take a machine at this point but a live person was better.
"Hello, Spencer Reid's phone. This is Derek Morgan speaking."
"Is Spencer there? I'm kinda' hoping ta' speak ta' him."
Morgan chuckled. "He's here. Just sleeping. Want me to wake him up?"
"No, thanks. Just tell him that a friend called."
"Will do," Morgan replied clicking the END button and slid the phone back into his teammates bag.
"Who was that?"
Morgan looked up at JJ's question with a smile on his face. "Somebody that wanted to talk to Reid here. Told them he was sleeping and he said not to wake him up."
Nodding JJ made her way back to the seat and settled in for the flight home.
Back in the Netherlands Tommy McConnell ran a shaky hand through his hair. He knew he should do something to get rid of this nervousness but he didn't want to run anymore and punching the bag was a bad idea right now. It brought back too many buried memories.
Sitting down he took several deep breaths but nothing worked. He couldn't do this right now!
Grabbing his phone, his headphones, and the armband for his phone he left the apartment, locking up and slid the key into the potted plant next to the door.
Taking one last look around Tommy took off. Down the stairs, around the corner, and to the park that held trails for him to run. His footfalls echoed in his body, his music turned up he couldn't hear himself think over it.
Running the familiar trails allowed him to zone out a bit. He might've zoned too much because he didn't register his phone had rung until it cut out and started again.
Stopping he tapped the answer button. " 'Lo? McConnell here."
"So formal over the phone Tommy, what's the occasion?" A voice teased.
"Spencer!" Relief was evident in Tommy's voice. He stopped running and started walking back to his apartment slowly, giving him and his body time to cool down.
"Morgan said you called. What's up? Everything ok there?"
"Yeah just a difficult case. Scotland Yard wasn't exactly a vacation."
"Scotland Yard? Thomas Lee McConnell, what did you do?"
Tommy chuckled at that. For once he hadn't done anything but he remembered his first time meeting Spencer had been in a jail cell.
"Nothing too serious this time, Spency. Just family drama."
"Ouch. How bad?"
"Bruises mostly, some blood, y'know how it goes," Tommy replied picking the key out of the dirt and unlocking the door.
Taking his shoes off he lounged himself on the couch after taking the phone from the holder on his arm. Placing it on his stomach he settled back with his arms behind his head and smirked as Spencer talked.
"Tommy McConnell," he was saying and Tommy could picture his face all drawn and exasperated looking. He would be shaking his head and taking a deep breath to try and remain calm.
"You're not a cat, you don't have nine lives. Take a bit better care of yourself would ya'?"
The Irishman chuckled at that. "I could say the same thing ta' you, Spencer Reid. Jumping into the middle of trouble, anthrax that one time, an' let's no' fo'get that one time you took a bullet ta' the knee."
"If I say it was for the job what would that get me?"
"My undying worry. Yer' a trouble magnet at best."
Spencer chuckled. He should've expected that. "Wanna' talk about it?"
"A case that made me go home, Spence. A bad case of drug trafficking that was going through my Clan's camp. Y'know how Travellers are sometimes. A right pain in the arse this case was. And the bloody Englishman had it in for me too."
"How'd the team take it? Figuring out where you were from and all that?"
"Eh, the Major knew already, the others took it well I think. Time will tell. Who was that Morgan fellow that answered your phone? Sounded pretty chipper for after a case an all tha'."
"Morgan answered my phone? Guess that explain why he gave me a weird look when he said that someone called with a funny accent."
"Funny? I'll give him funny. Next time I call I'll sound British. Think that'll give him somet'ing to start about. Funny?"
Spencer chuckled as Tommy continued ranting and raving about Morgan and his comment. He really had wonderful times with the man. Only two years older than him Tommy was a breath of fresh air when Spencer needed it. Always ready to lend an ear and advice Spencer made sure to do the same in return.
"Spence? You still there?"
"Yes, still alive here. You okay now or want to talk some more?"
"Think I'm good. T'anks for listening Spence."
"You're welcome Tommy you know that."
"Yeah I know. Good night Spencer."
"Good night Tommy."