Anybody Out There? (Sequel to Of Greetings and Goodbyes) Chapter 3
Title: Anybody Out There? (Sequel to Of Greetings and Goodbyes) Chapter 3
Author: ar_poe
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: It never lasted as long as Derek had hoped for, however, and tonight, Derek needed Spencer. He always needed Spencer.
Warnings: Slash: an established Morgan/Reid relationship, there are possible trigger topics concerning mental illness, and very slight spoilers for 'To Hell... And Back.'
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 3
Spencer slid into the window seat at the table on the jet, placing his leather bag in his lap as Derek slid in next to him across from Hotch and Rossi. This case was bad and the body count was already up to five by the time the Minnesota State Police called in the BAU.
Garcia, in between Prentiss and JJ, swiftly opened her laptop to begin working as the rest of the team went over their ideas. Spencer flipped through his case file rapidly, absorbing the words typed out on the pages, and listened as his team conversed.
“With this type of chaotic crime scene, it indicates that he's highly disorganized, possibly just starting out and looking into his iden--” tick Spencer trailed off as his eyes glazed over and unfocused, never leaving Hotch's patterned tie.
“His identity?” Hotch concluded, watching Reid with hard yet concerned eyes. Spencer blinked a few times tick at the voice and looked up to the man's face as he gathered his thoughts.
Spencer looked to Derek, “I need to get out.” He said quietly, tick motioning for Derek to stand so he could exit into the isle. Derek looked at him for a second, confused, but quickly understood and stood to let Spencer out. Spencer quickly walked down the isle into the small room near the back of the plane where beverages and snacks were held, clinging his leather bag protectively to his body. Hotch watched the young man as he placed his bag onto the counter and frantically rummaged through it, whispering to himself as he did so.
About ten of fifteen minutes later, Spencer made his way back to the table where he was sitting previously with the three other men. Tick... tick... tick... Derek stood to let him sit again and tried his best to ignore the stares and worried looks everyone was shooting Spencer's way.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Spencer tapping his fingers frantically against his leg as the team once again exchanged ideas, in a panic. After another fifteen minutes, the tapping ceased and Spencer seemed to relax into his seat, his breathing slowing to a normal rate as his eyes returned to their normal behavior.
Derek looked over to Spencer as the team busied themselves, taking note of every curve and shadow and tint of Spencer's face, the movements and the almost desperate look in his eye. Spencer tried to ignore it and lessen any attention that he was attracting and moved his gaze down to the case file on the table in front of him.
Once the plane landed, everyone made their way to the parked SUVs with their bags, and exchanged looks when they saw Hotch motion for Spencer to stay back. “Reid. A word, please.”
The team took that as their cue to get into their respected SUV and wait patiently for their boss and teammate.
“I can't have you in the field.” Hotch said calmly.”You're to stay at the precinct and work on victimology and profiles. Understood?” Spencer bit his lip and nodded, looking away from Hotch's gaze. “Nothing's going unnoticed, Reid, and we're here for you. But you need to take care of yourself.”
Spencer knew that this would happen. It was his recommendation, after all, but he wasn't expecting Hotch to actually call him out on it. Hotch walked away then with his suitcase and got into the driver's seat of the first SUV.
Spencer stood there for a second, taking in deep breaths before walking over to the passenger side of the second SUV that Derek was driving and shut the door, keeping his gaze to his lap as he buckled his seat belt.
Author: ar_poe
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: It never lasted as long as Derek had hoped for, however, and tonight, Derek needed Spencer. He always needed Spencer.
Warnings: Slash: an established Morgan/Reid relationship, there are possible trigger topics concerning mental illness, and very slight spoilers for 'To Hell... And Back.'
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 3
Spencer slid into the window seat at the table on the jet, placing his leather bag in his lap as Derek slid in next to him across from Hotch and Rossi. This case was bad and the body count was already up to five by the time the Minnesota State Police called in the BAU.
Garcia, in between Prentiss and JJ, swiftly opened her laptop to begin working as the rest of the team went over their ideas. Spencer flipped through his case file rapidly, absorbing the words typed out on the pages, and listened as his team conversed.
“With this type of chaotic crime scene, it indicates that he's highly disorganized, possibly just starting out and looking into his iden--” tick Spencer trailed off as his eyes glazed over and unfocused, never leaving Hotch's patterned tie.
“His identity?” Hotch concluded, watching Reid with hard yet concerned eyes. Spencer blinked a few times tick at the voice and looked up to the man's face as he gathered his thoughts.
Spencer looked to Derek, “I need to get out.” He said quietly, tick motioning for Derek to stand so he could exit into the isle. Derek looked at him for a second, confused, but quickly understood and stood to let Spencer out. Spencer quickly walked down the isle into the small room near the back of the plane where beverages and snacks were held, clinging his leather bag protectively to his body. Hotch watched the young man as he placed his bag onto the counter and frantically rummaged through it, whispering to himself as he did so.
About ten of fifteen minutes later, Spencer made his way back to the table where he was sitting previously with the three other men. Tick... tick... tick... Derek stood to let him sit again and tried his best to ignore the stares and worried looks everyone was shooting Spencer's way.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Spencer tapping his fingers frantically against his leg as the team once again exchanged ideas, in a panic. After another fifteen minutes, the tapping ceased and Spencer seemed to relax into his seat, his breathing slowing to a normal rate as his eyes returned to their normal behavior.
Derek looked over to Spencer as the team busied themselves, taking note of every curve and shadow and tint of Spencer's face, the movements and the almost desperate look in his eye. Spencer tried to ignore it and lessen any attention that he was attracting and moved his gaze down to the case file on the table in front of him.
Once the plane landed, everyone made their way to the parked SUVs with their bags, and exchanged looks when they saw Hotch motion for Spencer to stay back. “Reid. A word, please.”
The team took that as their cue to get into their respected SUV and wait patiently for their boss and teammate.
“I can't have you in the field.” Hotch said calmly.”You're to stay at the precinct and work on victimology and profiles. Understood?” Spencer bit his lip and nodded, looking away from Hotch's gaze. “Nothing's going unnoticed, Reid, and we're here for you. But you need to take care of yourself.”
Spencer knew that this would happen. It was his recommendation, after all, but he wasn't expecting Hotch to actually call him out on it. Hotch walked away then with his suitcase and got into the driver's seat of the first SUV.
Spencer stood there for a second, taking in deep breaths before walking over to the passenger side of the second SUV that Derek was driving and shut the door, keeping his gaze to his lap as he buckled his seat belt.