"Why didn't you tell me, Luke?" Reid asked as they exited the police station and walked toward Luke's car.
"Tell you what?"
"That Bad Dad is scorching hot?"
"What?!" Luke exclaimed. "Reid! Eww. Gross. That's my father. He is not hot."
Reid shook his head smiling. "I beg to differ, Mr. Snyder. You've shown me pictures of him, and yeah, he's a good looking man, but in person? Fuck."
"Reid!"
"I think it's his voice. That accent. When he says 'Luciano' it's like butter..." Reid tried to imitate him, but he failed at it. "What kind of accent is that? What do they speak in Malta?"
"Maltese."
"No shit?"
"No shit. But he also speaks Italian and French."
"Fuck, me. How many years until we can invite him over for dinner?"
"Five to ten..."
"The way he calls your mom, 'Cara..' with that freakin' accent...no wonder she keeps going back to him."
Luke sighed. "And he's a badass, isn't he? I can tell that people get out of his way...well, when he isn't locked up...I admire that in a person. "
"You don't call him Bad Dad for nothing," Luke said, feeling slightly irritated as they reached his car. "Damien's a criminal."
"I know...that makes him even hotter. Bad boys, bad boys, what cha gonna do?...."
"Reid..."
"Luke's got a sexy daddy," Reid teased, looking over the roof of the car at Luke.
"Shut up."
They got into the car and closed the doors as Reid continued. "Your mom's a knockout...ya know, if you're into that sort of thing...and I always assumed you got your good looks from her, but now that I've met Bad Dad...damn."
"Seriously, Reid. Cut it out." Luke started the car.
"I'm going to start calling you Mr. Grimaldi."
"Oh my God. Will you stop already? You're creeping me out. How would you like it if I started calling your father hot?"
"Well, my father is dead, so he's decidedly cold."
"I'm sorry; bad example," Luke said, feeling awful for referring to Reid's deceased father.
"Relax," Reid said, "It's no big deal." He put his hand on Luke's arm as Luke drove. "But my dad *was* hot. Know how I know that?"
Luke shook his head. "Pictures?"
"I know he was hot because I look just like him." Reid smiled, leaned over, and kissed Luke on the cheek.
"You're unbelievable," Luke said, unable to hide his amusement.
"You love it. Drive faster, Mr. Grimaldi. We need to get home so I can get my hands on you."