Friday Free-For-All

[monica_catch22]

TGIF, and that means... FREE FOR ALL!

Just please remember to show restraint with your prompts. No more than 3 per fandom per prompter, no more than 5 prompts in a row. And for the sake of our very diligent code monkeys, please format your prompts appropriately!

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Leverage, Eliot/Nate, Big Bad Wolf

Criminal Minds/NCIS, Gibbs/Rossi, boats

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[amor_remanet]

Reid has no head for whiskey, and Derek's learned this the hard way. Come tomorrow morning, he'll get an earful from JJ about how she told him not to go giving Spence hard liquor this, and how could he think it was a good idea that, and 'For God's sake, Derek, some people just prefer fruity mixed drinks.' You don't need to be a profiler to see that mess coming.

More relevant, though, is the drunken mess of a genius currently draping himself across Derek's shoulders. As they gambol down the corridor and into the elevator, Derek half-carries the poor kid, which really isn't as hard as it should be. Reid isn't that much taller than Derek, but he has a good inch, inch-and-a-half, on him, and yet he still weighs about as much as a kitten. With a wobbly, pleasant sort of smile, he looks around the little elevator.

"Hey... hey, Morgan," he snickers. "...Six -- six elevator-related deaths per year." The snickering turns into a light snort and, obviously thinking that he's being clever, Reid devolves into giggling against Derek's neck. How he isn't hiccuping or falling all over himself like a cartoon character is beyond Derek... well, okay, maybe Reid isn't falling over because of the hands on his waist and wrist.

"Whatever you say, pretty boy," Derek sighs.

"This elevator's much nicer than the one that tried to kill us that one time," Reid says matter-of-factly, as Derek drags him into the hallway. "That elevator was not very pleasant."

Derek's honestly not sure what to say; if he didn't know better, he'd probably think that Reid was speaking ill of being trapped in an elevator with him. Instead, he just says nothing, and, until Reid starts idly humming something, the hallway falls silent. Reid manages to amuse himself for a bit, but then the humming, too, falls off.

"Hey, Morgan?" he prods. Without waiting for Derek to acknowledge him, he starts rambling: "You know... I really do like you, I hope you know that. And I really trust you, and I mean, not just like a member of the team to another member of the team, which isn't to say I don't trust you that way, because I do, but... I trust you in more ways than that too, you know? ...Because you're a -- you're... you're a really good guy, I mean... I mean, you're smart, and you're funny, and you're really good at keeping me out of trouble, and... you've got really muscular shoulders, did you know that? Anyway, what I meant to say was that you've really been here for me since Gideon left, and I'm really grateful that you've been around, you know what I mean?"

Derek pauses outside his apartment, trying to find the key and think about everything Reid's saying, but it only gives the genius time to keep talking. At least he adjusts his head before adding, "And you -- you know how you like calling Garcia 'pretty girl' and me 'pretty boy?' Well... you know... you're really pretty, especially... especially when you're tackling unsubs, I love watching you tackle unsubs."

A chill runs down Derek's back. "...Hey, Morgan?" Reid prods. "...I really, really like you."

When Reid cranes his neck up and kisses him, Derek feels like this has been a long time coming.

[monica_catch22]

*purrs* lovely...

[mulder200]

Ah! How sweet! In a drunken kind of way.