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Title: The Spice Rack
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Prompt: Medication for hc_bingo
Medium: fic
Wordcount: 528
Rating: pg-13 (R for swearing)
Warnings: Drug Use/Detox
Summary: Morgan shows up at Reid's apartment for an intervention. Morgan/Reid
“Morgan, what are you doing here?” Reid asks, trying to sound as sober as possible.
“I’m not stupid.”
“I know that.”
“Then why did you think you could pull this one over my head?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I worked Narcotics for six years, deep cover for eighteen months; I know what drug addicts look like.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Bullshit, Pretty Boy, bull-fucking-shit. And you don’t think repeating yourself is a big fucking sign. Where is it? Show me where your stash is.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he grimaces because he can’t think of anything else to say. His mind is fuzzy.
Derek pushes past him and into the apartment. He heads straight for the kitchen; the bathroom is the obvious place and Reid doesn’t take the obvious choices. He fumbles through the fridge and the pantry until he sees Reid glancing at one cabinet in particular. He pulls out the spice rack, fumbles through the little jars, and grabs the five vials hidden behind the bottles of vanilla and almond extract.
“Jesus, Spence,” he sighs.
“It’s not what you think.”
“It’s exactly what I think it is.”
Derek goes to the sink, opens the vials, and pours them down.
“What the fuck are you doing Morgan? You have absolutely no right to do that. Fuck you,” Spencer yells as he hits Morgan feebly.
“Saving your fucking job. No, fuck that, saving your fucking life.”
“I don’t need you to do that. I can stop anytime.”
“You know that’s not true.”
Morgan stays with him that weekend and calls them both in sick for three days after that. He tells Hotch Reid needs a week and Hotch just nods solemnly. He force feeds Spencer Pedialyte and wraps his arms and blankets around Reid when the chills hit. He closes his eyes and listens to the pleas for murder. On the sixth day, he leaves Reid alone with no car keys, no cell phone, a gallon of Pedialyte, and a tube of Saltines.
When he comes to Reid’s apartment after a long day of paperwork, he’s nervous to find Reid has left the bedroom and is staring mindlessly at the television. He looks okay though, not at all drugged, and he lets out a sigh of relief.
“Hey, Pretty Boy.”
“You know it’s medication. People can get prescriptions for it.”
“You weren’t using it as a medication.”
“I know. Will I ever be able to take medication without this happening?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Am I really that weak?”
“You’re not weak, Reid. A lot of things have happened in your life.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Will you be alright, Pretty Boy?”
“With you helping me, of course.”
“That’s good to know because I can’t lose you.”
“Thanks.”
They sit next to each other watching the History Channel. Reid falls asleep half way through American Pickers. He slouches and soon his head falls on Morgan’s shoulder. Morgan lets him sink further into his lap and rubs Reid’s back lightly. As the next episode starts, tears slide down Morgan’s face. He was so close to losing his pretty boy.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Prompt: Medication for hc_bingo
Medium: fic
Wordcount: 528
Rating: pg-13 (R for swearing)
Warnings: Drug Use/Detox
Summary: Morgan shows up at Reid's apartment for an intervention. Morgan/Reid
“Morgan, what are you doing here?” Reid asks, trying to sound as sober as possible.
“I’m not stupid.”
“I know that.”
“Then why did you think you could pull this one over my head?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“I worked Narcotics for six years, deep cover for eighteen months; I know what drug addicts look like.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Bullshit, Pretty Boy, bull-fucking-shit. And you don’t think repeating yourself is a big fucking sign. Where is it? Show me where your stash is.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he grimaces because he can’t think of anything else to say. His mind is fuzzy.
Derek pushes past him and into the apartment. He heads straight for the kitchen; the bathroom is the obvious place and Reid doesn’t take the obvious choices. He fumbles through the fridge and the pantry until he sees Reid glancing at one cabinet in particular. He pulls out the spice rack, fumbles through the little jars, and grabs the five vials hidden behind the bottles of vanilla and almond extract.
“Jesus, Spence,” he sighs.
“It’s not what you think.”
“It’s exactly what I think it is.”
Derek goes to the sink, opens the vials, and pours them down.
“What the fuck are you doing Morgan? You have absolutely no right to do that. Fuck you,” Spencer yells as he hits Morgan feebly.
“Saving your fucking job. No, fuck that, saving your fucking life.”
“I don’t need you to do that. I can stop anytime.”
“You know that’s not true.”
Morgan stays with him that weekend and calls them both in sick for three days after that. He tells Hotch Reid needs a week and Hotch just nods solemnly. He force feeds Spencer Pedialyte and wraps his arms and blankets around Reid when the chills hit. He closes his eyes and listens to the pleas for murder. On the sixth day, he leaves Reid alone with no car keys, no cell phone, a gallon of Pedialyte, and a tube of Saltines.
When he comes to Reid’s apartment after a long day of paperwork, he’s nervous to find Reid has left the bedroom and is staring mindlessly at the television. He looks okay though, not at all drugged, and he lets out a sigh of relief.
“Hey, Pretty Boy.”
“You know it’s medication. People can get prescriptions for it.”
“You weren’t using it as a medication.”
“I know. Will I ever be able to take medication without this happening?”
“Maybe, maybe not.”
“Am I really that weak?”
“You’re not weak, Reid. A lot of things have happened in your life.”
“Whatever you say.”
“Will you be alright, Pretty Boy?”
“With you helping me, of course.”
“That’s good to know because I can’t lose you.”
“Thanks.”
They sit next to each other watching the History Channel. Reid falls asleep half way through American Pickers. He slouches and soon his head falls on Morgan’s shoulder. Morgan lets him sink further into his lap and rubs Reid’s back lightly. As the next episode starts, tears slide down Morgan’s face. He was so close to losing his pretty boy.