Criminal Minds fic- Calling Out (Derek Morgan)
Title: Calling Out
Author: 1000traenen
Summary: He knows who to call.
Rating: FRT
Claim: Criminal Minds- Derek Morgan
Prompt: #2- wrong face
Disclaimer: Since you don’t see stuff like this on TV, suffice it to say that they aren’t mine.
Spoilers: “Lessons Learned”
A/N: For the 2x5obsessions comm. Link to my table. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
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While Hotch had long since gone home to be with his family, Morgan was finally able to go back to his apartment, greeted only by an empty voicemail box and his dog, Clooney. Once the dog was cared for, Morgan grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat on the sofa and stared out the window into the black night sky.
He was tired, as it’d been a long day and a long case. Plus having to sit through hours of questions since he’d been forced to kill took a lot out of him. He knew that the shooting was justified, but he also knew that it had to be proven before he’d be allowed to return to field duty. And he wasn’t looking forward to the forced day off followed by desk duty.
Taking a sip from the bottle, he took a few controlled deep breaths, trying to ease his anxiety and tumultuous emotions that were threatening to break down the walls he’d long since built. And he knew there was no point to even attempt sleep, since all of his nightmares were already flashing before his eyes instead of the sparkling stars in the dark sky.
Putting the beer down, he stood up and crossed the room, picking his cell phone up from the counter. Flipping it open, he speed-dialed someone he knew he could count on.
“Garcia,” came the familiar voice, to which Derek didn’t say anything at first. “Derek? You okay?”
“No I’m not, honey…I’m not…”
“Talk to me, sugar,” she said sweetly, and so he did, showing Garcia the side of himself that the others only glimpsed.
Author: 1000traenen
Summary: He knows who to call.
Rating: FRT
Claim: Criminal Minds- Derek Morgan
Prompt: #2- wrong face
Disclaimer: Since you don’t see stuff like this on TV, suffice it to say that they aren’t mine.
Spoilers: “Lessons Learned”
A/N: For the 2x5obsessions comm. Link to my table. Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
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While Hotch had long since gone home to be with his family, Morgan was finally able to go back to his apartment, greeted only by an empty voicemail box and his dog, Clooney. Once the dog was cared for, Morgan grabbed a beer from the refrigerator and sat on the sofa and stared out the window into the black night sky.
He was tired, as it’d been a long day and a long case. Plus having to sit through hours of questions since he’d been forced to kill took a lot out of him. He knew that the shooting was justified, but he also knew that it had to be proven before he’d be allowed to return to field duty. And he wasn’t looking forward to the forced day off followed by desk duty.
Taking a sip from the bottle, he took a few controlled deep breaths, trying to ease his anxiety and tumultuous emotions that were threatening to break down the walls he’d long since built. And he knew there was no point to even attempt sleep, since all of his nightmares were already flashing before his eyes instead of the sparkling stars in the dark sky.
Putting the beer down, he stood up and crossed the room, picking his cell phone up from the counter. Flipping it open, he speed-dialed someone he knew he could count on.
“Garcia,” came the familiar voice, to which Derek didn’t say anything at first. “Derek? You okay?”
“No I’m not, honey…I’m not…”
“Talk to me, sugar,” she said sweetly, and so he did, showing Garcia the side of himself that the others only glimpsed.