Above Planes and Things
Title:Above Planes and Things
Author:icky_crane
Rating:PG.
Characters/Pairings:Morgan/Reid
Spoilers/Warnings:Nope.
Summary:Garcia knows something you don't.
Disclaimer:Pure, Ungodly, Fiction.
Author's Note#1:Hi there! I know I've been gone for quite sometime, but my computer had a complete and utter meltdown, leaving me with nada. Thankfully, I have an awesome Grandpa and am back in action.
Above Planes and Things
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“That's not what I said!” Morgan could feel the heat rise up the back of his neck, stinging his ears and staining his cheeks. Though Morgan was able to keep his demeanor calm, cool and collected, on the inside he felt shaken.
Morgan isn't sure how he could have let that one slip, and by the way Reid was curiously staring at him, he couldn't either.
“Really, 'cause I could have sworn you called sweet cheeks here, babe.” For a technical analyst, Garcia made one hell of a behaviorist when she wanted to be, and Morgan knew this all too well. The agent could only sit back in his seat and pretend to be relaxed under her strict gaze, Reid on the other hand, wasn't doing so well under the pressure.
“My geeky love muffin, is there anything I should know?” She questions, and the way Reid shrunk back in his seat made him look anything other than innocent.
“Uh, no. Of course not, why would there be?” Rolling his eyes, Morgan flings his only pen at Reid's ducked head. The gig was up.
“What will we have to pay you to keep this quiet?” Morgan questions as a treacherous grin spreads across Garcia's face like wild fire. There was something unsettling about it, but Morgan knew that the woman he had grown so close to over the years would never tell their secret if they didn't want it to be told. That, however, didn't mean she wouldn't tease them about it every chance she got, come on, who could resist?
“Ha-ha, just you wait.”
Five Days Later...
Morgan had thought they were in the clear, everything had seemingly gone back to normal, but there was still this funny feeling in the pit of his stomach every time he passed Garcia's office. He couldn't quite place why, Garcia wasn't that evil, right?
Morgan had the unfortunate chance to learn the answer to that question as they got comfortable on the jet heading to Huston, Texas. Garcia had been recruited to help set up a home base, and she was certainly enjoying her time aboard.
“So, has anyone here join the mile high club?” She had asked, cat-like grin to her face as her voice took on an extra devious pitch.
“Uh, no.” Emily answers, laughing at the question posed. Reid on the other hand, wasn't so fooled. The genius was fully aware the question was aimed towards the only two who had the possibility of joining the mile high club here. It brought a heated blush to his cheeks, the answer was a definite yes, and that definite yes was with Morgan.
“I plead the fifth,” Morgan states, strategic through and through. Garcia has a pout to her lips as her solid proof plan falls through. Rossi has a smug look to his face, an amusing look that Morgan can't quiet place.
“Blonde or brunette?” Rossi inquires, eyebrow quirked quite high. Reid notices as Morgan's head tilts slight to the side, eyes reminiscent. Reid knows he's remembering their previous encounters on the jet, and by the way Garcia's own eyes are twinkling, he knows that she is too.
“Definitely brunette,” responds Morgan, wide smile to his lips. Reid can feel a blush creeping through his face, down his neck, he knows his chest must be crimson in color, thankful for his sweater vest and long sleeved shirt.
“I see, and what about those legs?”
“Long, shapely, good times. Full lips, and porcelain skin, the type that you don't let get away too easily, you know? ”
“Oh, I know.” And Rossi did know, because well, he was Rossi, and that's just how he did things.
“How about our boy genius?” Garcia questions impassively, and even Hotch peers interestedly over at Reid from across the jet. JJ and Emily snicker to themselves, probably thinking the idea to be ridiculous. Reid, however, was not as virginal as everyone made him out to be.
“Yes, actually, I have.” Reid says promptly, no stutter or flush to be found about his person.
“Really, Spence?” JJ's eyes are wide as Emily's mouth comes slightly unhinged. Rossi puts two and two together, and Garcia is purely giddy with the excitement she has created.
“Yeah, really,” Reid says, and Morgan has to admit, it made him proud to watch his boy not let himself be walked all over by other people's blind assumptions. Morgan knew what Reid was capable of in bed, and the slender man didn't disappoint.
“With who?” Prentiss questions, exclamation high in her voice as the curiosity gets the better of her as she leans forward in her seat.
“When?” JJ adds, just as interested as the woman sat beside her.
“A gentleman, uh, never tells.” Morgan's smile grows even more, and the elder agent gets the sudden urge to just kiss his lover senseless. The kid made Derek proud sometimes, a lot of the time for just being himself.
“It had to be someone special then, I trust, Reid,” Hotch mentions carefully, his eyes focused on Morgan while he speaks. Spencer smiles adoringly to himself, head tilted slightly upwards as he answers.
“Really special.”
Author:icky_crane
Rating:PG.
Characters/Pairings:Morgan/Reid
Spoilers/Warnings:Nope.
Summary:Garcia knows something you don't.
Disclaimer:Pure, Ungodly, Fiction.
Author's Note#1:Hi there! I know I've been gone for quite sometime, but my computer had a complete and utter meltdown, leaving me with nada. Thankfully, I have an awesome Grandpa and am back in action.
Above Planes and Things
---
“That's not what I said!” Morgan could feel the heat rise up the back of his neck, stinging his ears and staining his cheeks. Though Morgan was able to keep his demeanor calm, cool and collected, on the inside he felt shaken.
Morgan isn't sure how he could have let that one slip, and by the way Reid was curiously staring at him, he couldn't either.
“Really, 'cause I could have sworn you called sweet cheeks here, babe.” For a technical analyst, Garcia made one hell of a behaviorist when she wanted to be, and Morgan knew this all too well. The agent could only sit back in his seat and pretend to be relaxed under her strict gaze, Reid on the other hand, wasn't doing so well under the pressure.
“My geeky love muffin, is there anything I should know?” She questions, and the way Reid shrunk back in his seat made him look anything other than innocent.
“Uh, no. Of course not, why would there be?” Rolling his eyes, Morgan flings his only pen at Reid's ducked head. The gig was up.
“What will we have to pay you to keep this quiet?” Morgan questions as a treacherous grin spreads across Garcia's face like wild fire. There was something unsettling about it, but Morgan knew that the woman he had grown so close to over the years would never tell their secret if they didn't want it to be told. That, however, didn't mean she wouldn't tease them about it every chance she got, come on, who could resist?
“Ha-ha, just you wait.”
Five Days Later...
Morgan had thought they were in the clear, everything had seemingly gone back to normal, but there was still this funny feeling in the pit of his stomach every time he passed Garcia's office. He couldn't quite place why, Garcia wasn't that evil, right?
Morgan had the unfortunate chance to learn the answer to that question as they got comfortable on the jet heading to Huston, Texas. Garcia had been recruited to help set up a home base, and she was certainly enjoying her time aboard.
“So, has anyone here join the mile high club?” She had asked, cat-like grin to her face as her voice took on an extra devious pitch.
“Uh, no.” Emily answers, laughing at the question posed. Reid on the other hand, wasn't so fooled. The genius was fully aware the question was aimed towards the only two who had the possibility of joining the mile high club here. It brought a heated blush to his cheeks, the answer was a definite yes, and that definite yes was with Morgan.
“I plead the fifth,” Morgan states, strategic through and through. Garcia has a pout to her lips as her solid proof plan falls through. Rossi has a smug look to his face, an amusing look that Morgan can't quiet place.
“Blonde or brunette?” Rossi inquires, eyebrow quirked quite high. Reid notices as Morgan's head tilts slight to the side, eyes reminiscent. Reid knows he's remembering their previous encounters on the jet, and by the way Garcia's own eyes are twinkling, he knows that she is too.
“Definitely brunette,” responds Morgan, wide smile to his lips. Reid can feel a blush creeping through his face, down his neck, he knows his chest must be crimson in color, thankful for his sweater vest and long sleeved shirt.
“I see, and what about those legs?”
“Long, shapely, good times. Full lips, and porcelain skin, the type that you don't let get away too easily, you know? ”
“Oh, I know.” And Rossi did know, because well, he was Rossi, and that's just how he did things.
“How about our boy genius?” Garcia questions impassively, and even Hotch peers interestedly over at Reid from across the jet. JJ and Emily snicker to themselves, probably thinking the idea to be ridiculous. Reid, however, was not as virginal as everyone made him out to be.
“Yes, actually, I have.” Reid says promptly, no stutter or flush to be found about his person.
“Really, Spence?” JJ's eyes are wide as Emily's mouth comes slightly unhinged. Rossi puts two and two together, and Garcia is purely giddy with the excitement she has created.
“Yeah, really,” Reid says, and Morgan has to admit, it made him proud to watch his boy not let himself be walked all over by other people's blind assumptions. Morgan knew what Reid was capable of in bed, and the slender man didn't disappoint.
“With who?” Prentiss questions, exclamation high in her voice as the curiosity gets the better of her as she leans forward in her seat.
“When?” JJ adds, just as interested as the woman sat beside her.
“A gentleman, uh, never tells.” Morgan's smile grows even more, and the elder agent gets the sudden urge to just kiss his lover senseless. The kid made Derek proud sometimes, a lot of the time for just being himself.
“It had to be someone special then, I trust, Reid,” Hotch mentions carefully, his eyes focused on Morgan while he speaks. Spencer smiles adoringly to himself, head tilted slightly upwards as he answers.
“Really special.”