FIC: A New Perspective 14/14
Title: A New Perspective 14/14
Author: Paige
Rating: FRAO
Characters/Pairings: Derek Morgan / Spencer Reid
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers, but there will be graphic male/male love scenes in future chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I'm just borrowing them for fun. I promise to put them back where I found them. I'm also not making any money from this.
Summary: The boys go on a vacation together. Discoveries are made.
Author's Note: I apologize that this took so very long. I hope you found it worth the wait.
~**~
Much later that evening, Reid startled awake, sweat leaving a layer of moisture on his skin that chilled him. The dream was still vivid in his mind’s eye and he knew he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep right away.
Realizing that Morgan was still soundly sleeping, Spencer slipped out of bed, pulled on jeans and a tee shirt then quietly headed out to the courtyard. The air was heavy with moisture, almost oppressive. It matched his mood at the moment.
Taking a seat by the fountain, he ran through some of the thought exercises he frequently used to focus himself.
Why did he keep dreaming about the LaLaurie slaves? And more importantly, why was he seeing Derek as one of them? It was disturbing in more ways than he could count.
“Hey.” Strong arms wrapped around him and he leaned back into the embrace. “Can’t sleep?”
Spencer shrugged. “I keep having this weird dream.” Knowing Morgan would ask him to elaborate, he continued, “I keep dreaming you’re one of the LaLaurie slaves.”
Morgan flinched. “Ouch, lover. It’s not impossible, I guess. My dad’s family were slaves back in the day. But he never said where.”
“Hmmm,” was Reid’s acknowledgment.
“So what’s really on your mind, Spence?” Morgan wondered, tightening his arms briefly.
The younger man shrugged, clearly uncomfortable at the question. But he took a steadying breath before answering.
“You’ll think I’m being a clingy girl.”
“Hey, I can’t take care of the problem if I don’t know what it is. Talk to me, pretty boy.”
Looking miserable, Reid nodded. “I’m afraid you might not want me when we leave here,” he finally admitted.
“Wow.” Derek whistled. “Okay, so I didn’t see that coming. But Spence… this isn’t a one-off or-or a vacation fling. I wouldn’t do that to a co-worker. Someone I cared about.”
“Yeah, but your reputation-“ Spencer broke off, uncomfortable.
Morgan tried to keep calm, knowing this was important, and something they had to deal with.
“People see and hear what they expect, Spence. I don’t fuck everyone I’ve been out with. And I never stayed with anyone for long because none of them wanted to stay with me either,” the older man explained. “Yeah, I’ve played around. But that’s not what this is. I promise you.”
Reid nodded, content with that for now. He wasn’t naïve; he knew they would have other issues to deal as they went along. Hopefully they could always be this honest with each other.
~**~
Their flight home the next day didn’t leave until noon, so they decided to skip the hotel’s continental breakfast. Instead they walked down the street to Café Du Monde for beignets before they caught the shuttle to the airport.
Morgan almost choked when he breathed in, too close to the powdered sugar confections. Spencer pounded on his back until the other man finally got his breathing back under control.
“Damn, I’d heard these things were lethal but they weren’t kidding!”
Spencer rolled his eyes. “Somehow I don’t think that’s what they were referring to, Derek.”
They made a quick stop at one of the souvenir shops for last-minute gifts for their teammates before heading back to finish packing. They managed to time it so that they were checking out as the airport shuttle pulled up.
The shuttle was packed, so the two men spent most of the ride in silence. At the airport they quickly checked in and headed for their gate. As they took seats, waiting for the flight to be called, Spencer nudged his lover.
“Hey, what’s on your mind?”
“I was just thinking… I’d love to come back down here some day,” Morgan said, squeezing Reid’s hand. “With you. There’s so much to see and do here.”
The younger man smiled. “I’d love that. If we can ever get Hotch to sign off on both of us being gone at the same time again.”
“Yeah.” Morgan was already plotting how to accomplish that. It was rare, but it had happened in the past. Chances were they’d have an opportunity again.
~**~
One Week Later:
“I finally got the pictures developed from our trip,” Spencer told Derek over lunch on Thursday. “I haven’t had a chance to look at them yet.”
Pulling out a photo envelope, he handed it over to Derek. They studied the pictures together and at the last one, Derek gasped.
“Hey, Spence… did you set a timer on your camera one night?”
“What?” The younger man shook his head, puzzled. “No, why would I do that?”
Morgan handed over the photo in question, watching Spencer’s eyes get comically wide as he saw a perfectly focused picture of the two of them spooned together in bed.
“Oh my God,” he breathed. “The desk clerk was right!”
“About what?”
“I overheard one of the other guests asking if the hotel was haunted. The desk clerk said she’d never seen anything personally but every so often guests have reported an extra picture at the end of their roll, or card. It’s always a picture of the room’s occupants, sleeping.”
Morgan shivered theatrically. “That’s kind of weird.”
“It’s New Orleans, Derek,” the younger man reminded him. “Weird is actually commonplace there.”
“Good point.”
Derek tucked the picture into his jacket pocket. He wasn’t about to share with their teammates but he definitely wanted his own copy of the photo.
“C’mon, man… time to get back or Hotch is gonna send out a search party.”
Derek knew their team lead already suspected something. The best way to keep their boss guessing was to stick to their old patterns as much as possible. While they had occasionally gone to lunch together they were never late in returning. He wasn’t about to start now.
“Back to reality,” Spencer grimaced.
“Hey, I like my reality… now that it has you in it!” Morgan grinned as a pink tinge spread over his lover’s face.
“Me too,” Reid said.
Bumping shoulders companionably, they headed out the door of the diner and began the short walk back to the Federal Building.
~Fin~
Author: Paige
Rating: FRAO
Characters/Pairings: Derek Morgan / Spencer Reid
Spoilers/Warnings: No spoilers, but there will be graphic male/male love scenes in future chapters.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters. I'm just borrowing them for fun. I promise to put them back where I found them. I'm also not making any money from this.
Summary: The boys go on a vacation together. Discoveries are made.
Author's Note: I apologize that this took so very long. I hope you found it worth the wait.
~**~
Much later that evening, Reid startled awake, sweat leaving a layer of moisture on his skin that chilled him. The dream was still vivid in his mind’s eye and he knew he wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep right away.
Realizing that Morgan was still soundly sleeping, Spencer slipped out of bed, pulled on jeans and a tee shirt then quietly headed out to the courtyard. The air was heavy with moisture, almost oppressive. It matched his mood at the moment.
Taking a seat by the fountain, he ran through some of the thought exercises he frequently used to focus himself.
Why did he keep dreaming about the LaLaurie slaves? And more importantly, why was he seeing Derek as one of them? It was disturbing in more ways than he could count.
“Hey.” Strong arms wrapped around him and he leaned back into the embrace. “Can’t sleep?”
Spencer shrugged. “I keep having this weird dream.” Knowing Morgan would ask him to elaborate, he continued, “I keep dreaming you’re one of the LaLaurie slaves.”
Morgan flinched. “Ouch, lover. It’s not impossible, I guess. My dad’s family were slaves back in the day. But he never said where.”
“Hmmm,” was Reid’s acknowledgment.
“So what’s really on your mind, Spence?” Morgan wondered, tightening his arms briefly.
The younger man shrugged, clearly uncomfortable at the question. But he took a steadying breath before answering.
“You’ll think I’m being a clingy girl.”
“Hey, I can’t take care of the problem if I don’t know what it is. Talk to me, pretty boy.”
Looking miserable, Reid nodded. “I’m afraid you might not want me when we leave here,” he finally admitted.
“Wow.” Derek whistled. “Okay, so I didn’t see that coming. But Spence… this isn’t a one-off or-or a vacation fling. I wouldn’t do that to a co-worker. Someone I cared about.”
“Yeah, but your reputation-“ Spencer broke off, uncomfortable.
Morgan tried to keep calm, knowing this was important, and something they had to deal with.
“People see and hear what they expect, Spence. I don’t fuck everyone I’ve been out with. And I never stayed with anyone for long because none of them wanted to stay with me either,” the older man explained. “Yeah, I’ve played around. But that’s not what this is. I promise you.”
Reid nodded, content with that for now. He wasn’t naïve; he knew they would have other issues to deal as they went along. Hopefully they could always be this honest with each other.
~**~
Their flight home the next day didn’t leave until noon, so they decided to skip the hotel’s continental breakfast. Instead they walked down the street to Café Du Monde for beignets before they caught the shuttle to the airport.
Morgan almost choked when he breathed in, too close to the powdered sugar confections. Spencer pounded on his back until the other man finally got his breathing back under control.
“Damn, I’d heard these things were lethal but they weren’t kidding!”
Spencer rolled his eyes. “Somehow I don’t think that’s what they were referring to, Derek.”
They made a quick stop at one of the souvenir shops for last-minute gifts for their teammates before heading back to finish packing. They managed to time it so that they were checking out as the airport shuttle pulled up.
The shuttle was packed, so the two men spent most of the ride in silence. At the airport they quickly checked in and headed for their gate. As they took seats, waiting for the flight to be called, Spencer nudged his lover.
“Hey, what’s on your mind?”
“I was just thinking… I’d love to come back down here some day,” Morgan said, squeezing Reid’s hand. “With you. There’s so much to see and do here.”
The younger man smiled. “I’d love that. If we can ever get Hotch to sign off on both of us being gone at the same time again.”
“Yeah.” Morgan was already plotting how to accomplish that. It was rare, but it had happened in the past. Chances were they’d have an opportunity again.
~**~
One Week Later:
“I finally got the pictures developed from our trip,” Spencer told Derek over lunch on Thursday. “I haven’t had a chance to look at them yet.”
Pulling out a photo envelope, he handed it over to Derek. They studied the pictures together and at the last one, Derek gasped.
“Hey, Spence… did you set a timer on your camera one night?”
“What?” The younger man shook his head, puzzled. “No, why would I do that?”
Morgan handed over the photo in question, watching Spencer’s eyes get comically wide as he saw a perfectly focused picture of the two of them spooned together in bed.
“Oh my God,” he breathed. “The desk clerk was right!”
“About what?”
“I overheard one of the other guests asking if the hotel was haunted. The desk clerk said she’d never seen anything personally but every so often guests have reported an extra picture at the end of their roll, or card. It’s always a picture of the room’s occupants, sleeping.”
Morgan shivered theatrically. “That’s kind of weird.”
“It’s New Orleans, Derek,” the younger man reminded him. “Weird is actually commonplace there.”
“Good point.”
Derek tucked the picture into his jacket pocket. He wasn’t about to share with their teammates but he definitely wanted his own copy of the photo.
“C’mon, man… time to get back or Hotch is gonna send out a search party.”
Derek knew their team lead already suspected something. The best way to keep their boss guessing was to stick to their old patterns as much as possible. While they had occasionally gone to lunch together they were never late in returning. He wasn’t about to start now.
“Back to reality,” Spencer grimaced.
“Hey, I like my reality… now that it has you in it!” Morgan grinned as a pink tinge spread over his lover’s face.
“Me too,” Reid said.
Bumping shoulders companionably, they headed out the door of the diner and began the short walk back to the Federal Building.
~Fin~