Fic: Motel Affair (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Motel Affair
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
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“How can you live with yourself?” Morgan complained. “You’re cruel….”
“Stop that.”
“No, I’m here begging and you don’t care….”
“For the last time, you ate seven tacos out of ten. These three are mine. And
you’re the one who says he’s on a diet!”
“I’m not on a diet, I’m watching my diet. I’ve told you before, there’s a difference.”
“No wonder I can never gain weight. With you around it is hard enough to get
enough sustenance to stay alive.”
“Are you gonna eat those or not?”
“As soon as your hands are far away from them.”
“Where do you want them?” Morgan grinned.
“Above your head, on the other side of the room.”
“And I thought you liked my hands on you….”
“I do, but not when we’re on a lunch break, and the break room has a big
window to the bullpen.”
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Fifteen minutes later both men were back at their work stations. Reid picked
up a stack of crime scene photos and started browsing them.
“I don’t get it.”
“Get what?” Morgan wheeled his chair closer.
“Why some people do that.” Reid showed him the pictures.
“Kill each other and mutilate the bodies? I don’t get that either.”
“No, I mean the whole `going to a motel` part. Why do people do that?”
“It’s fun. Casual fun. You don’t need to worry about clean sheets and that stuff,
and when you give them a wrong name the chick you’re with can’t track you
down later.”
Reid stared at him. “You’ve done that?”
“What did he do now?” J.J. asked. She walked to them with Garcia in tow. The
Data Queen was munching her way through a huge bag of candy apples.
“One night stands in a sleaze motel.” Reid informed them with a disgusted tone.
“You did what?” Garcia exclaimed and a big piece of candy apple dropped
out of her mouth. “I can’t believe that! How could you be so stupid!”
“Mama, I didn’t-”
“I warned you what happens if you screw up with my genius. You know I love
you but I’ll kick your ass to the next week, then drag it back here, paint it red
and throw darts on it.”
“Calm down, you’re going to run out of air!” J.J. tried to hold her still.
“We were talking about the case.” Reid explained. “I couldn’t understand why
people would go to a motel for a one night stand.”
“So…. You didn’t…. I see…. Okay, ignore that, I’m still on sugar high. Carry
on, what were you saying?”
“I was saying, that a trip to the motel is a quick and easy way to release pressure.”
“If you don’t get sliced to little pieces.” J.J. reminded.
“Well, to our unsub that was releasing the pressure.” Morgan added.
“I can understand how it could be seen as a convenient way to distance one self
from the everyday frame of existence, but it’s so….” Reid paused and frowned.
“Say it.” Morgan grinned.
“Sleazy."
“If you want to know about sleazy, you should ask Morgan.” J.J. giggled and turned
to Garcia. “You remember that case couple years ago….?”
“You mean….?”
“That one.”
Both women started to laugh.
“Somebody, explain this to me.” Reid demanded.
“Remember the Boyd case? Maybe three years ago?”
“I remember. It was when I was testifying in Sacramento.”
“Right. Anyway, I went with Morgan and Elle to check out local motels on the DC
area.” J.J. started. “We should them the sketches of the suspect and so on.”
“And believe me I punished him for it.” Garcia chuckled. “With a liquorice whip.”
“You punished him for what?” Reid asked.
“You went ahead of the story.” J.J. said. “None of the motel employees knew
the suspect. But they knew Morgan.”
“They did?”
“They did. And what was that name he used…..”
“Oh yeah, that….” Garcia chirped.
“What name?”
“Horny McChoko.”
Reid buried his face to his hands, and shook his head. “Tell me you`re kidding…”
“They don’t care if you pay in cash.” Morgan explained, but decided to stop
when Reid shot him a murderous look.
“And that was long time ago.” J.J. tried. “And there`s some people who you
just don’t want to take home.”
“Exactly.” Morgan agreed.
“I`m going to go get some coffee.” Reid got up, grabbed his wallet and headed
to the elevators.
“Brainybunny, we didn’t mean-” Garcia started, but Reid was already gone.
“Thanks a lot.” Morgan groaned. He took his keys and followed Reid.
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Morgan cathed Reid five minutes later in a nearby café. Reid was slurping a big
cup of slushy fluid that looked like melted raw sugar.
“Pretty Boy?”
“What?”
“Are you mad at me?”
“No.”
“You`re not?”
“No. That stuff happened before we got together. Why would I be mad about it?”
“Then why did you leave?”
“Just because I`m okay with your previous activities, I don’t necessarily want
to hear about it.”
“Yeah. But I took you home didn’t I?”
“Repeatedly.”
“All the time.”
“Yeah, I know the difference.”
“Good.” Morgan sat down next to Reid and shimmied closer. “If you`re still interested
in that whole `why-do-people-fool-around-in-a-motel` question, I could give you some
lessons on that.”
“I`m listening.” Reid smirked.
“When we`re done with the case, we could go to some nice motel, and I could
demonstrate….”
“On one condition.”
“Name it.”
“You`ll sign in with you own name.” Reid licked away his foam moustache.
“You got a deal.”