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Title: Bear Creek
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,166
Pairing: Will be Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan
Disclaimer: I don't own a single thing
Spoilers: None, au
Summery: For the first time in his life, Spencer Reid doesn’t know where he’s going.
A/N: Written for crimeland . Err...this is unfinished and unbeta-ed..in other words, the product of a two in the morning writing session. It was supposed to be this little thing, just enough for me to hit 150....*headdesk headdesk* Sorry...*hangs head*
For the first time in his life, Spencer Reid doesn’t know where he’s going. He’s just driving, taking random roads, trying to forget.
But now his car is low on gas, and his stomach is starting to growl.
The sigh ahead of him says Bear Creek and its okay because there are only three hundred and eleven people living there.
He sighs. Yes, everything will be okay.
He’s in Wisconsin, on some back road.
Wisconsin, his mind says, capital is Madison; population is five million, six hundred and fifty-four thousand, seven hundred and seventy-four; total land area is fifty-four thousand, three hundred and ten, and it was admitted into the Union on May 29, 1848, making it the thirtieth state.
His fingers tap nervously on the steering wheel.
He hates doing this, but he has to. His baby needs gas, and he needs food, and he knows if he allows himself to look he’ll be running low on money.
That means he’ll be here for a while.
He stops at the first motel he sees; it’s small, but cute with its small town charm.
He checks his watch before he gets out, 11:28. He sighs. It’s Thursday, so this time last year he would have been teaching Physics to the senior class.
He shakes his head. That’s the past, things are different now. So, so different now.
The girl at the front desk is colorful. And that may be an understatement.
She looks up when the tiny bell over the door jingles as he walks in, a bright smile on her face.
She’s got thick glass that work on her, and pale blonde hair with a few blue highlights. Her shirt is bright, an eye catching bright red shirt with a black checkered undershirt. On her wrist is an eyesore giant blue bracelet that he kind of likes.
He smiles back at her.
“Good morning, sir, welcome to Bear Creek Motel.”
“Ah, thank you,” he squints at her nametag, “Penelope.”
She laughs, patting his hand over the counter. “Oh honey, aren’t you adorable. But call me Garcia, everyone does around here.”
He smiles, counting backwards in his head so he doesn’t shift away from her touch and hurt her feelings.
“Okay, Garcia.”
She moves her hand to start typing on one of her many keyboards. “Okay, let’s see here, I’m gonna guess that you want a room, right?” She waits for his nod before continuing. “How long do you think you’re going to stay sweetie?”
He shrugs. “Can I just pay week-by-week for now? I’m not really sure how long I’ll be staying here.”
“Oh, you going somewhere?”
“Err…not really sure yet.”
Her eyes light up. “You’re just a roaming cowboy aren’t you?” She laughs again. “Well, you’re gonna need a guide to help you around town, it’s not very big, but it can get kind of confusing, but I know just the right person to show you around.”
She eyes him up.
He fidgets with his shirt sleeves.
“Yes, I know just the right guy…But! We need to get you checked in first, so why don’t you tell me your name, sweetie.”
“Spencer Reid…I’ll be paying in cash, if that’s okay.”
“Oh sweetie, money is money here,” she looks up at him again. “Spencer, hum? It fits you.” She leans up towards him. “I bet you’re smart,” she smiles, “Go on, tell mama that she’s right.”
He surprises himself when he smiles back at her. “Okay mama, you’re right.”
She claps her hands as she leans back. “Oh, mama’s always right; you’ll learn that if you stay long enough.”
He laughs, his body relaxing.
It could be good here, he thinks, if everyone’s like Garcia.
She starts typing again.
In a few minutes it’s done. He’s got is room, number eight, and has paid, and he reminds himself that even though he’s paid for a week, that doesn’t mean that he has to stay for the full week. He’s got enough cash to last a while more yet, and if he really has to he can always go to the bank.
He shutters at the thought.
But he should see if he can earn some money here.
“Garcia, could you point me in the direction of a gas station and then a dinner?”
“Oh that’s right! Let me make a call, and then you can have your own personal tour guide to Bear Creek Wisconsin.”
She quickly dials a number. “Honey, why don’t you sit down, relax a little bit, you look a little tense.”
He looks up in surprise. This is the most relaxed he’s been in the last year.
“Hey there eye candy, this is your lunch period, right?”
He can’t hear what the other person says, but Garcia laughs. “Yeah, yeah you better believe it.” She glances over at him. “Listen, I’ve got a job for you….you wanna get paid? Isn’t seeing my beautiful face every day good enough for you anymore?” She laughs again. “Okay you gorgeous hunk, listen up, I’ve got a sweetie here, Spencer Reid, yep, he’s new to town, not sure how long he’s staying, I told him you would give him the grand tour…..Yep, that’s right, and let me tell you right now, you better be nice to my boy, or I will come and rip you apart myself.”
Garcia smiles as she leans back. “Oh baby, don’t be like that, you know you’ll always be my number one eye candy.” She laughs again. “Okay, we’ll be waiting for you here.”
Garcia smiles at him as she hangs up, “It’s a go Wonder Boy.”
He stands up, suddenly nervous. “So, ah, who’s exactly giving me this grand tour?”
“Derek Morgan, he’s a teacher over at the elementary school.”
“He…on the phone…it sounded like…are you two dating?”
Garcia’s laugh is loud and echoing; he takes a step back. “Oh, I’m sorry sweetie, I don’t mean to laugh, but no, oh no, he’s like a brother to me. A very hunky, beautiful, big brother.”
He blushes. “Oh, I..I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…sorry.”
“Spencer, this is a small town, we’ve very open and friendly here. You don’t have to apologize for being curious, it’s only natural. You’re smart, you should know that.”
“Oh, okay,” he looks around the small room, so dull compared to Garcia’s bright clothes and even brighter personality. “Do I…Do I have time to put my stuff away before Derek gets here?”
The bell over the door jingles and he freezes.
“Apparently not, sweetheart,” she smiles, “And he brought a guest! You’re sure in for the royal treatment here, Spencer.”
He turns around, and almost freezes again.
There are two men, both with muscled frames. They’re both about the same height; one of them has a milky chocolaty skin color, and a very muscled frame, whereas the other man has pale skin and a muscled but lean frame.
The first guy holds out his hand.
“Hey there, you must be Spencer, I’m Derek Morgan.”
Derek’s grip is strong around his hand and he forces a smile on his face even as Derek’s grip tightens.
There’s silence for a second.
“Derek, I called you over to make Spencer feel welcome, not for you to intimidate him.”
Derek lets go, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry about that man,”
“It…it’s okay.”
Everything’s going to be okay.
The other man steps forward, shaking his head softly. “Sorry, Morgan forgets other people aren’t as strong as himself sometimes.”
Spencer forces an awkward laugh.
The man looks friendly.
Derek makes a face as the other man holds out his hand.
“I’m Aaron Hotchner, but most of the people out here call me Hotch. I’m the Mayor around here.”
His grip isn’t as strong as Derek’s, but he can tell that Hotch is probably just as strong as Derek, if not stronger.
“Now, not to give the wrong impression, but I’m here to speak to Garcia.”
He takes a step back. “Oh, no, don’t worry on my account.”
“Spencer….” Garcia’s tone is playful but stern.
He blushes.
Derek laughs.
“Come on pretty boy; let’s get this show on the road.”
---
Half an hour later the tour’s over and they’re sitting in a booth at the family dinner.
“So, um, Garcia said you work at the elementary school?”
Derek smiles from across the table. “Oh yeah, it’s great. I really love it there.” Spencer pushes away the tug of pain that hits him.
He misses teaching.
He smiles. “Yeah? What grade to you teach?”
“I teach fourth grade…it’s really great there.”
Derek looks back at him. “So, can I ask what your story is?”
Spencer shrugs. “It’s long and complicated and you’re on your lunch break.”
He sighs when Derek doesn’t push it, instead taking another bite of his lunch.
Spencer jumps when a high pitched “Derek Morgan, you scoundrel!” hits his ears.
Derek does the same.
And then before he knows what’s happening, there’s a woman rushing to the table, tall, beautiful and well dressed.
“Morgan, I know it’s been ages since I saw you last, but surely you would have told me when you started seeing someone!”
Derek cringes and then the woman is turning to him, grabbing his hand, talking rapidly, all with a big smile on her face.
And he can’t breathe.
It’s too much, too much of everything. She’s still talking to him, she might as well me yelling at him, her hand is still clutching to him, and no matter how hard he tugs on it, she won’t let go, his vision has tunneled down to their table, and it isn’t good.
He can’t stay.
Think, think, think, his mind says, think of something to help you concentrate, to help you.
But all he can think of is the woman before him.
“Elle!” He can hear Derek’s voice, calm and commanding, a teacher’s voice. “Elle, back off.”
And then Derek’s looking at him, and Merlin, he still can’t breathe.
The woman, Elle’s, grasp loosens, and that’s it.
---
Derek finds him behind a car, kneeling on the ground, still gasping for breath a minute later.
Derek kneels beside him, and he wants to tell Derek that he should go, that he’ll be fine, that his lunch break has got to be almost over, but he can’t, because Derek is gently moving him to sit against the car, carefully forcing his head between his knees.
“Hey, there you go, just take deep calm breathes.”
Derek’s hand is in his hair, and he whimpers softly. Nobody’s done that for him since he was little.
“You’ve got….you’ve got to get back to the school,”
“Don’t worry about it Spencer, everything’s taken care of.” His voice is soft, gentle.
Spencer looks up at him with wide eyes.
The man before him, Derek Morgan, barely knows him, just like Garcia, and yet they’re helping him, trying to make him comfortable, trying to help him fit in, what do they get in return?
“You…what have you done?”
Derek chuckles softly. “Don’t you worry about it, Pretty Boy, Hotch’s got us covered.”
And he just lets it go because Derek is still petting his hair and holding him softly.
---
They’re in front of room number eight and Derek is still in front of him, smiling softly, because no matter how many times Spencer told him that he was fine, that he just panicked a little, Derek still said that he wasn’t going anywhere until he saw it for himself.
And Spencer’s not really sure how that’s going to happen, or how long it will take.
And he doesn’t like that.
---
It’s when they’re in the middle of the third movie, Spencer sprawled against him and Derek half asleep himself that there’s a knock on the door.
“Come on eye candy, I know you’re both still in there.”
Garcia’s banging on the door, which means she must be on her way home, which means it’s got to be late.
Derek’s half tempted to tell her to use her own key to get in. Spencer’s sprawled along the couch, his body nestled between Derek’s legs and blankets, and he looks perfect.
He reaches down to run a hand through Spencer’s hair.
Garcia pounds on the door one more time and then growls. “I don’t care what you two are doing in there! I’m using my own key to get in.”
Derek smirks.
Spencer looks like he needs the sleep so he’s not a little put out over making Garcia find her own key.
He trails a finger down the younger man’s jaw. He’s a little surprised that they’re here now; Spencer didn’t look like the kind who trusted easily, and yet here he is in, in a strange town, sleeping between the legs of a man he’s known for less than a day.
But he shouldn’t complain.
There’s another huff from outside the door, and then the tell tale jingle that Garcia’s finally found the key.
He smiles, they’re about to give the town something to talk about.
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,166
Pairing: Will be Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan
Disclaimer: I don't own a single thing
Spoilers: None, au
Summery: For the first time in his life, Spencer Reid doesn’t know where he’s going.
A/N: Written for crimeland . Err...this is unfinished and unbeta-ed..in other words, the product of a two in the morning writing session. It was supposed to be this little thing, just enough for me to hit 150....*headdesk headdesk* Sorry...*hangs head*
For the first time in his life, Spencer Reid doesn’t know where he’s going. He’s just driving, taking random roads, trying to forget.
But now his car is low on gas, and his stomach is starting to growl.
The sigh ahead of him says Bear Creek and its okay because there are only three hundred and eleven people living there.
He sighs. Yes, everything will be okay.
He’s in Wisconsin, on some back road.
Wisconsin, his mind says, capital is Madison; population is five million, six hundred and fifty-four thousand, seven hundred and seventy-four; total land area is fifty-four thousand, three hundred and ten, and it was admitted into the Union on May 29, 1848, making it the thirtieth state.
His fingers tap nervously on the steering wheel.
He hates doing this, but he has to. His baby needs gas, and he needs food, and he knows if he allows himself to look he’ll be running low on money.
That means he’ll be here for a while.
He stops at the first motel he sees; it’s small, but cute with its small town charm.
He checks his watch before he gets out, 11:28. He sighs. It’s Thursday, so this time last year he would have been teaching Physics to the senior class.
He shakes his head. That’s the past, things are different now. So, so different now.
The girl at the front desk is colorful. And that may be an understatement.
She looks up when the tiny bell over the door jingles as he walks in, a bright smile on her face.
She’s got thick glass that work on her, and pale blonde hair with a few blue highlights. Her shirt is bright, an eye catching bright red shirt with a black checkered undershirt. On her wrist is an eyesore giant blue bracelet that he kind of likes.
He smiles back at her.
“Good morning, sir, welcome to Bear Creek Motel.”
“Ah, thank you,” he squints at her nametag, “Penelope.”
She laughs, patting his hand over the counter. “Oh honey, aren’t you adorable. But call me Garcia, everyone does around here.”
He smiles, counting backwards in his head so he doesn’t shift away from her touch and hurt her feelings.
“Okay, Garcia.”
She moves her hand to start typing on one of her many keyboards. “Okay, let’s see here, I’m gonna guess that you want a room, right?” She waits for his nod before continuing. “How long do you think you’re going to stay sweetie?”
He shrugs. “Can I just pay week-by-week for now? I’m not really sure how long I’ll be staying here.”
“Oh, you going somewhere?”
“Err…not really sure yet.”
Her eyes light up. “You’re just a roaming cowboy aren’t you?” She laughs again. “Well, you’re gonna need a guide to help you around town, it’s not very big, but it can get kind of confusing, but I know just the right person to show you around.”
She eyes him up.
He fidgets with his shirt sleeves.
“Yes, I know just the right guy…But! We need to get you checked in first, so why don’t you tell me your name, sweetie.”
“Spencer Reid…I’ll be paying in cash, if that’s okay.”
“Oh sweetie, money is money here,” she looks up at him again. “Spencer, hum? It fits you.” She leans up towards him. “I bet you’re smart,” she smiles, “Go on, tell mama that she’s right.”
He surprises himself when he smiles back at her. “Okay mama, you’re right.”
She claps her hands as she leans back. “Oh, mama’s always right; you’ll learn that if you stay long enough.”
He laughs, his body relaxing.
It could be good here, he thinks, if everyone’s like Garcia.
She starts typing again.
In a few minutes it’s done. He’s got is room, number eight, and has paid, and he reminds himself that even though he’s paid for a week, that doesn’t mean that he has to stay for the full week. He’s got enough cash to last a while more yet, and if he really has to he can always go to the bank.
He shutters at the thought.
But he should see if he can earn some money here.
“Garcia, could you point me in the direction of a gas station and then a dinner?”
“Oh that’s right! Let me make a call, and then you can have your own personal tour guide to Bear Creek Wisconsin.”
She quickly dials a number. “Honey, why don’t you sit down, relax a little bit, you look a little tense.”
He looks up in surprise. This is the most relaxed he’s been in the last year.
“Hey there eye candy, this is your lunch period, right?”
He can’t hear what the other person says, but Garcia laughs. “Yeah, yeah you better believe it.” She glances over at him. “Listen, I’ve got a job for you….you wanna get paid? Isn’t seeing my beautiful face every day good enough for you anymore?” She laughs again. “Okay you gorgeous hunk, listen up, I’ve got a sweetie here, Spencer Reid, yep, he’s new to town, not sure how long he’s staying, I told him you would give him the grand tour…..Yep, that’s right, and let me tell you right now, you better be nice to my boy, or I will come and rip you apart myself.”
Garcia smiles as she leans back. “Oh baby, don’t be like that, you know you’ll always be my number one eye candy.” She laughs again. “Okay, we’ll be waiting for you here.”
Garcia smiles at him as she hangs up, “It’s a go Wonder Boy.”
He stands up, suddenly nervous. “So, ah, who’s exactly giving me this grand tour?”
“Derek Morgan, he’s a teacher over at the elementary school.”
“He…on the phone…it sounded like…are you two dating?”
Garcia’s laugh is loud and echoing; he takes a step back. “Oh, I’m sorry sweetie, I don’t mean to laugh, but no, oh no, he’s like a brother to me. A very hunky, beautiful, big brother.”
He blushes. “Oh, I..I’m sorry, I shouldn’t…sorry.”
“Spencer, this is a small town, we’ve very open and friendly here. You don’t have to apologize for being curious, it’s only natural. You’re smart, you should know that.”
“Oh, okay,” he looks around the small room, so dull compared to Garcia’s bright clothes and even brighter personality. “Do I…Do I have time to put my stuff away before Derek gets here?”
The bell over the door jingles and he freezes.
“Apparently not, sweetheart,” she smiles, “And he brought a guest! You’re sure in for the royal treatment here, Spencer.”
He turns around, and almost freezes again.
There are two men, both with muscled frames. They’re both about the same height; one of them has a milky chocolaty skin color, and a very muscled frame, whereas the other man has pale skin and a muscled but lean frame.
The first guy holds out his hand.
“Hey there, you must be Spencer, I’m Derek Morgan.”
Derek’s grip is strong around his hand and he forces a smile on his face even as Derek’s grip tightens.
There’s silence for a second.
“Derek, I called you over to make Spencer feel welcome, not for you to intimidate him.”
Derek lets go, smiling sheepishly. “Sorry about that man,”
“It…it’s okay.”
Everything’s going to be okay.
The other man steps forward, shaking his head softly. “Sorry, Morgan forgets other people aren’t as strong as himself sometimes.”
Spencer forces an awkward laugh.
The man looks friendly.
Derek makes a face as the other man holds out his hand.
“I’m Aaron Hotchner, but most of the people out here call me Hotch. I’m the Mayor around here.”
His grip isn’t as strong as Derek’s, but he can tell that Hotch is probably just as strong as Derek, if not stronger.
“Now, not to give the wrong impression, but I’m here to speak to Garcia.”
He takes a step back. “Oh, no, don’t worry on my account.”
“Spencer….” Garcia’s tone is playful but stern.
He blushes.
Derek laughs.
“Come on pretty boy; let’s get this show on the road.”
---
Half an hour later the tour’s over and they’re sitting in a booth at the family dinner.
“So, um, Garcia said you work at the elementary school?”
Derek smiles from across the table. “Oh yeah, it’s great. I really love it there.” Spencer pushes away the tug of pain that hits him.
He misses teaching.
He smiles. “Yeah? What grade to you teach?”
“I teach fourth grade…it’s really great there.”
Derek looks back at him. “So, can I ask what your story is?”
Spencer shrugs. “It’s long and complicated and you’re on your lunch break.”
He sighs when Derek doesn’t push it, instead taking another bite of his lunch.
Spencer jumps when a high pitched “Derek Morgan, you scoundrel!” hits his ears.
Derek does the same.
And then before he knows what’s happening, there’s a woman rushing to the table, tall, beautiful and well dressed.
“Morgan, I know it’s been ages since I saw you last, but surely you would have told me when you started seeing someone!”
Derek cringes and then the woman is turning to him, grabbing his hand, talking rapidly, all with a big smile on her face.
And he can’t breathe.
It’s too much, too much of everything. She’s still talking to him, she might as well me yelling at him, her hand is still clutching to him, and no matter how hard he tugs on it, she won’t let go, his vision has tunneled down to their table, and it isn’t good.
He can’t stay.
Think, think, think, his mind says, think of something to help you concentrate, to help you.
But all he can think of is the woman before him.
“Elle!” He can hear Derek’s voice, calm and commanding, a teacher’s voice. “Elle, back off.”
And then Derek’s looking at him, and Merlin, he still can’t breathe.
The woman, Elle’s, grasp loosens, and that’s it.
---
Derek finds him behind a car, kneeling on the ground, still gasping for breath a minute later.
Derek kneels beside him, and he wants to tell Derek that he should go, that he’ll be fine, that his lunch break has got to be almost over, but he can’t, because Derek is gently moving him to sit against the car, carefully forcing his head between his knees.
“Hey, there you go, just take deep calm breathes.”
Derek’s hand is in his hair, and he whimpers softly. Nobody’s done that for him since he was little.
“You’ve got….you’ve got to get back to the school,”
“Don’t worry about it Spencer, everything’s taken care of.” His voice is soft, gentle.
Spencer looks up at him with wide eyes.
The man before him, Derek Morgan, barely knows him, just like Garcia, and yet they’re helping him, trying to make him comfortable, trying to help him fit in, what do they get in return?
“You…what have you done?”
Derek chuckles softly. “Don’t you worry about it, Pretty Boy, Hotch’s got us covered.”
And he just lets it go because Derek is still petting his hair and holding him softly.
---
They’re in front of room number eight and Derek is still in front of him, smiling softly, because no matter how many times Spencer told him that he was fine, that he just panicked a little, Derek still said that he wasn’t going anywhere until he saw it for himself.
And Spencer’s not really sure how that’s going to happen, or how long it will take.
And he doesn’t like that.
---
It’s when they’re in the middle of the third movie, Spencer sprawled against him and Derek half asleep himself that there’s a knock on the door.
“Come on eye candy, I know you’re both still in there.”
Garcia’s banging on the door, which means she must be on her way home, which means it’s got to be late.
Derek’s half tempted to tell her to use her own key to get in. Spencer’s sprawled along the couch, his body nestled between Derek’s legs and blankets, and he looks perfect.
He reaches down to run a hand through Spencer’s hair.
Garcia pounds on the door one more time and then growls. “I don’t care what you two are doing in there! I’m using my own key to get in.”
Derek smirks.
Spencer looks like he needs the sleep so he’s not a little put out over making Garcia find her own key.
He trails a finger down the younger man’s jaw. He’s a little surprised that they’re here now; Spencer didn’t look like the kind who trusted easily, and yet here he is in, in a strange town, sleeping between the legs of a man he’s known for less than a day.
But he shouldn’t complain.
There’s another huff from outside the door, and then the tell tale jingle that Garcia’s finally found the key.
He smiles, they’re about to give the town something to talk about.