Anybody Out There? (Sequel to Of Greetings and Goodbyes) Chapter 4
Title: Anybody Out There? (Sequel to Of Greetings and Goodbyes) Chapter 4
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.'
A/N: Sorry for the delay - I've been SO SWAMPED with my summer class and some personal issues. I promise to write more often!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Morgan fiercely massaged his forehead and temple, trying to ease some of the tension and the growing unease buzzing around in his head. He placed a hand on the table to steady himself and his queasiness as he watched Reid hurriedly fly from wall to wall, moving papers from board to board, writing notes rapidly as he went along, never pausing or taking a break as he worked.
After three days in Minnesota, the BAU got a break in the case and Spencer had been working non-stop on some genius-related pattern he found while working on victimology - something to do with math and numbers, something Derek and the rest of the team were still struggling to understand.
“Kid, you gotta take a break sometime.” Derek threw himself tiredly into one of the swivel chairs and took a large gulp of his luke-warm coffee. Spencer continued buzzing around busily, dodging empty coffee cups and fussed around dozens of papers and photos as he looked for something among them, ignoring Derek completely.
Hotch and the rest of the team entered the room then where the team had set up, four bags of dinner in their hands, and placed them on the table among Reid's work.
“Good Lord, looks like a hurricane swept through here...” J.J. Looked around the small meeting room in shock before handing off a bad to Derek.
“Yeah, well, that's what ya get when you keep Reid in a small room with some math problem...” Derek stood up as he finished talking, and pulled a fish sandwich out of the bag before pulling out one of Spencer's pills out of his bag. Finally, he stood in front of Spencer, blocking his way to the board he was working on, and held up each hand to offer the food and medication.
“Eat.”
Spencer didn't respond as he took the items in Derek's hand, and nonchalantly placed his medication on the table next to him as he leaned against it and took a bite of his sandwich.
“Spence, you need to take -” Derek began to whisper so that he wouldn't draw unwanted attention.
“I can't think when I'm on it! Just... stop.” Spencer interrupted loudly, and sighed when he caught the angry and frustrated look on Derek's face.
“I'm sorry...” Spencer added quickly and looked away to finish his sandwich. Derek clenched his jaw and walked back to his own food, and sighed as he caught Hotch's raised eyebrow of concern and Emily's wide eyes.
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Two days later, the team tiredly made their way on the BAU jet after shaking hands with the Minnesota State Police and a pretty relaxing dinner now that the case was solved and closed. Everyone slowly boarded the plane and made their way to their usual seats - Emily and J.J next to each other at a table, Hotch and Rossi across from them as Garcia lounged comfortably in her own corner seat across the aisle
Derek and Spencer took the couch, and Spencer had fallen asleep with the top of his head leaning against Derek's leg as he stretched out across his end of the small couch. Derek head leaned his head over the back of the couch, and was close to dosing off uncomfortably, but didn't want to move in fear of waking Spence up.
Derek closed his eyes again after looking over and reassuring himself that Spencer was still asleep, and thought back to all of the things he had learned over the last few months. He needs time to adjust... Medications can take anywhere from one week to four months before they start to really work...
Derek squeezed his eyes shut and angrily crossed his ankles. He released a frustrated sigh and turned back to Spencer, tapping him on the head.
Spencer groggily lifted his eyes up, looking questioningly at Derek and waited for him to inform him of what was on his mind, a small frown forming on his delicate face.
“We need to talk when we get home.” Derek whispered, and turned his head back to it's uncomfortable position and closed his eyes before Spencer even got a chance to process what was said.
A/N: Also guys, if you want more fics, please leave me some prompts at this post!
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.'
A/N: Sorry for the delay - I've been SO SWAMPED with my summer class and some personal issues. I promise to write more often!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Morgan fiercely massaged his forehead and temple, trying to ease some of the tension and the growing unease buzzing around in his head. He placed a hand on the table to steady himself and his queasiness as he watched Reid hurriedly fly from wall to wall, moving papers from board to board, writing notes rapidly as he went along, never pausing or taking a break as he worked.
After three days in Minnesota, the BAU got a break in the case and Spencer had been working non-stop on some genius-related pattern he found while working on victimology - something to do with math and numbers, something Derek and the rest of the team were still struggling to understand.
“Kid, you gotta take a break sometime.” Derek threw himself tiredly into one of the swivel chairs and took a large gulp of his luke-warm coffee. Spencer continued buzzing around busily, dodging empty coffee cups and fussed around dozens of papers and photos as he looked for something among them, ignoring Derek completely.
Hotch and the rest of the team entered the room then where the team had set up, four bags of dinner in their hands, and placed them on the table among Reid's work.
“Good Lord, looks like a hurricane swept through here...” J.J. Looked around the small meeting room in shock before handing off a bad to Derek.
“Yeah, well, that's what ya get when you keep Reid in a small room with some math problem...” Derek stood up as he finished talking, and pulled a fish sandwich out of the bag before pulling out one of Spencer's pills out of his bag. Finally, he stood in front of Spencer, blocking his way to the board he was working on, and held up each hand to offer the food and medication.
“Eat.”
Spencer didn't respond as he took the items in Derek's hand, and nonchalantly placed his medication on the table next to him as he leaned against it and took a bite of his sandwich.
“Spence, you need to take -” Derek began to whisper so that he wouldn't draw unwanted attention.
“I can't think when I'm on it! Just... stop.” Spencer interrupted loudly, and sighed when he caught the angry and frustrated look on Derek's face.
“I'm sorry...” Spencer added quickly and looked away to finish his sandwich. Derek clenched his jaw and walked back to his own food, and sighed as he caught Hotch's raised eyebrow of concern and Emily's wide eyes.
0-0-0
Two days later, the team tiredly made their way on the BAU jet after shaking hands with the Minnesota State Police and a pretty relaxing dinner now that the case was solved and closed. Everyone slowly boarded the plane and made their way to their usual seats - Emily and J.J next to each other at a table, Hotch and Rossi across from them as Garcia lounged comfortably in her own corner seat across the aisle
Derek and Spencer took the couch, and Spencer had fallen asleep with the top of his head leaning against Derek's leg as he stretched out across his end of the small couch. Derek head leaned his head over the back of the couch, and was close to dosing off uncomfortably, but didn't want to move in fear of waking Spence up.
Derek closed his eyes again after looking over and reassuring himself that Spencer was still asleep, and thought back to all of the things he had learned over the last few months. He needs time to adjust... Medications can take anywhere from one week to four months before they start to really work...
Derek squeezed his eyes shut and angrily crossed his ankles. He released a frustrated sigh and turned back to Spencer, tapping him on the head.
Spencer groggily lifted his eyes up, looking questioningly at Derek and waited for him to inform him of what was on his mind, a small frown forming on his delicate face.
“We need to talk when we get home.” Derek whispered, and turned his head back to it's uncomfortable position and closed his eyes before Spencer even got a chance to process what was said.
A/N: Also guys, if you want more fics, please leave me some prompts at this post!