Anybody Out There? (Chapter 2)
Title: Anybody Out There? (Sequel to Of Greetings and Goodbyes) Chapter 2
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.'
Of Greetings and Goodbyes part one and part two.
A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter, but I have a great idea for chapter 3 and wanted to hurry up and get to that one, haha.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 2
“Spence. Time to get up.” I looked over to the thin man in my arms, to his arms wrapped around his waist as he laid on his side, hair covering most of his face. “Come on, babe.”
Spencer just rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow, obviously ignoring me.
“Spencer, come on, we have to get ready or we'll be late.”
“Go without me.” He said simply, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. “I can't go today.” He pulled his knees closer to his chest and sank a little further into my arms.
“What's wrong?” I lifted myself up to look over Spencer to see his face. He just laid there, staring at the wall with his eyes half opened.
“Nothing.” He answered and closed his eyes. “Go to work. I'll be fine.” I stared at him for a moment and finally decided to get myself up. I kissed the side of his head and stood up.
I closed the bedroom door behind me and called Hotch, letting him know that Spence wouldn't be in today because, all I knew, he wasn't feeling well. I showered and got dressed, made myself breakfast and a pot of coffee.
When I was finished, I walked back to the bedroom with a cup of coffee for Spencer and brought it over to his nightstand. I saw down next to him on the bed and looked at his small frame, he had hardly moved since I got up.
“Spencer,” I began, pulling my leg up to rest on the bed as I turned my body to face him. “You've been doing so well at work lately, what's with the sudden change this morning?”
“I just can't do it today.” Spencer answered with a sigh, sounding almost annoyed.
“Are you depressed?”I asked quietly, brushing the hair from his face. He only sighed, though. “Well, I made you a cup of coffee. With six teaspoons of sugar. I'll be home this afternoon and I'll make us dinner, okay? I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Spencer answered somberly, causing me to frown. I hated seeing my Spencer like this. It broke my heart.
0-0-0
“Hey Morgan. Where's Reid?” Prentiss greeted as I walked into the bullpen, coffee cup in hand.
“He couldn't come in today.” I answered simply and she nodded, knowing what that meant. I sat down and downed my coffee, immediately starting my paper work. We haven't had a case in weeks, a case that required our traveling that is, and I have never been so eager to get home in my life. I finished my paper work in record time.
I could barely concentrate, my mind kept wandering back to Spencer, how fragile and absolutely exhausted he looked this morning... Over the past few months, we've learned of his new routines and his mood swings, but the depression is bound to be worse for someone like Spencer... A genius who is fully aware of their mental illness, perhaps even during a psychotic episode... That would drive anyone, well, crazy...
Hotch pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked up to my boss before slowly realizing my surroundings. It was dark outside and the bullpen was quiet. Hotch stood in front of my desk, a soft look in his eye as he raised an eyebrow.
“Since when do you stay as late as I do, Morgan?” I gave him a smirk and began piling my unfinished paper work to take home.
“Just lost track of time.” I stood up and grabbed my jacket from my chair and met Hotch's gaze. “I'm almost finished, though.” I motioned towards my folders. “I'll have them for you tomorrow.”
Hotch looked at them for a second, and back at me. “Take your time.” I nodded and slipped on my jacket, picking up my stack of folders and shifting my weight from foot to foot. I knew what Hotch was here for.
“He couldn't even get out of bed this morning.” I said quietly. I heard Hotch sigh and his gaze wavered slightly, never fully neglecting his hard-as-nails exterior. “He was fine last night. His medicine's been working pretty well, I think, but then sometimes he has days like this... I don't know...”
Hotch nodded slowly and buttoned his suit jacket, lifting up his briefcase from where it sat on the floor. “Let me know if either of you need anything.”
0-0-0
When I got home and walked through the kitchen, I found almost the entire apartment dark except for a lamp in the living room and a small glow emanating from the bedroom. I sat my folders down on the coffee table and made my way to the bedroom to find Spencer asleep in bed, in what I think is the way I left him this morning, with wet hair from a recent shower, and Clooney laying next him with his head perched on Spencer's hip.
I smiled at the sight as I leaned against the door frame, taking in the two best men in the world cuddled together in my bed... Clooney lifted his head then to look at me with an expression that was undoubtedly one of annoyance, which caused Spencer to shift as well towards the door.
“Hey, Pretty Boy.” I greeted, making my way over to Spencer's side of the bed.
“Hey.” He said quietly, a small smile pulling at the left side of his mouth.
“How ya feelin'?” I asked, sitting down and running my hand through his damp hair.
“Better.” Spencer looked up at me and gave his child-like smile and lifted the blankets up for me to lay down. As I looked down, I noticed something that made my heart flutter.
“Wearing my clothes now, kid?” I said with a grin. Spencer blushed and looked to the shirt hanging off of his thin chest.
“Better get under here before I change my mind.”
I laughed and got under the covers to curl up with Spencer. The bed was warm and I sighed as I sunk into the sheets and up against Spence as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“I missed you, babe.” I whispered into his hair. I loved his hair.
“I missed you, too. Clooney and I have been spending some quality time together all day.” I looked over Spencer's head and found Clooney sitting there eying me jealously. I chuckled and nuzzled my face back in Spencer's hair.
“Maybe you and your new love interest would like to have dinner with me tonight.”
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.'
Of Greetings and Goodbyes part one and part two.
A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter, but I have a great idea for chapter 3 and wanted to hurry up and get to that one, haha.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Chapter 2
“Spence. Time to get up.” I looked over to the thin man in my arms, to his arms wrapped around his waist as he laid on his side, hair covering most of his face. “Come on, babe.”
Spencer just rolled over onto his stomach and buried his face in the pillow, obviously ignoring me.
“Spencer, come on, we have to get ready or we'll be late.”
“Go without me.” He said simply, wrapping his arms tighter around himself. “I can't go today.” He pulled his knees closer to his chest and sank a little further into my arms.
“What's wrong?” I lifted myself up to look over Spencer to see his face. He just laid there, staring at the wall with his eyes half opened.
“Nothing.” He answered and closed his eyes. “Go to work. I'll be fine.” I stared at him for a moment and finally decided to get myself up. I kissed the side of his head and stood up.
I closed the bedroom door behind me and called Hotch, letting him know that Spence wouldn't be in today because, all I knew, he wasn't feeling well. I showered and got dressed, made myself breakfast and a pot of coffee.
When I was finished, I walked back to the bedroom with a cup of coffee for Spencer and brought it over to his nightstand. I saw down next to him on the bed and looked at his small frame, he had hardly moved since I got up.
“Spencer,” I began, pulling my leg up to rest on the bed as I turned my body to face him. “You've been doing so well at work lately, what's with the sudden change this morning?”
“I just can't do it today.” Spencer answered with a sigh, sounding almost annoyed.
“Are you depressed?”I asked quietly, brushing the hair from his face. He only sighed, though. “Well, I made you a cup of coffee. With six teaspoons of sugar. I'll be home this afternoon and I'll make us dinner, okay? I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Spencer answered somberly, causing me to frown. I hated seeing my Spencer like this. It broke my heart.
0-0-0
“Hey Morgan. Where's Reid?” Prentiss greeted as I walked into the bullpen, coffee cup in hand.
“He couldn't come in today.” I answered simply and she nodded, knowing what that meant. I sat down and downed my coffee, immediately starting my paper work. We haven't had a case in weeks, a case that required our traveling that is, and I have never been so eager to get home in my life. I finished my paper work in record time.
I could barely concentrate, my mind kept wandering back to Spencer, how fragile and absolutely exhausted he looked this morning... Over the past few months, we've learned of his new routines and his mood swings, but the depression is bound to be worse for someone like Spencer... A genius who is fully aware of their mental illness, perhaps even during a psychotic episode... That would drive anyone, well, crazy...
Hotch pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked up to my boss before slowly realizing my surroundings. It was dark outside and the bullpen was quiet. Hotch stood in front of my desk, a soft look in his eye as he raised an eyebrow.
“Since when do you stay as late as I do, Morgan?” I gave him a smirk and began piling my unfinished paper work to take home.
“Just lost track of time.” I stood up and grabbed my jacket from my chair and met Hotch's gaze. “I'm almost finished, though.” I motioned towards my folders. “I'll have them for you tomorrow.”
Hotch looked at them for a second, and back at me. “Take your time.” I nodded and slipped on my jacket, picking up my stack of folders and shifting my weight from foot to foot. I knew what Hotch was here for.
“He couldn't even get out of bed this morning.” I said quietly. I heard Hotch sigh and his gaze wavered slightly, never fully neglecting his hard-as-nails exterior. “He was fine last night. His medicine's been working pretty well, I think, but then sometimes he has days like this... I don't know...”
Hotch nodded slowly and buttoned his suit jacket, lifting up his briefcase from where it sat on the floor. “Let me know if either of you need anything.”
0-0-0
When I got home and walked through the kitchen, I found almost the entire apartment dark except for a lamp in the living room and a small glow emanating from the bedroom. I sat my folders down on the coffee table and made my way to the bedroom to find Spencer asleep in bed, in what I think is the way I left him this morning, with wet hair from a recent shower, and Clooney laying next him with his head perched on Spencer's hip.
I smiled at the sight as I leaned against the door frame, taking in the two best men in the world cuddled together in my bed... Clooney lifted his head then to look at me with an expression that was undoubtedly one of annoyance, which caused Spencer to shift as well towards the door.
“Hey, Pretty Boy.” I greeted, making my way over to Spencer's side of the bed.
“Hey.” He said quietly, a small smile pulling at the left side of his mouth.
“How ya feelin'?” I asked, sitting down and running my hand through his damp hair.
“Better.” Spencer looked up at me and gave his child-like smile and lifted the blankets up for me to lay down. As I looked down, I noticed something that made my heart flutter.
“Wearing my clothes now, kid?” I said with a grin. Spencer blushed and looked to the shirt hanging off of his thin chest.
“Better get under here before I change my mind.”
I laughed and got under the covers to curl up with Spencer. The bed was warm and I sighed as I sunk into the sheets and up against Spence as I wrapped my arms around his waist.
“I missed you, babe.” I whispered into his hair. I loved his hair.
“I missed you, too. Clooney and I have been spending some quality time together all day.” I looked over Spencer's head and found Clooney sitting there eying me jealously. I chuckled and nuzzled my face back in Spencer's hair.
“Maybe you and your new love interest would like to have dinner with me tonight.”