Seven Morgan/Reid Ficlets
Title: Seven Morgan/Reid Ficlets
Author: rowena_dawson
Rating: PG-13/FRT
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid, Hotch/Garcia
Warnings: adult themes, angst, implied slash
Spoilers: Allusions to event after Season 5, not too descriptive
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I put them back when I am done.
Summary: Here are seven ficlets prompted from staringout.
#367- “I don’t think it’s ever going to stop raining.” -Morgan/Reid
Sick days are always best taken when you aren’t actually sick. They are even better when somebody else takes it with you.
Spencer was in a haze, the moment between waking and still sleeping. He blinked, but felt all too comfortable to get up. He was nestled in nice and close to Derek, who was still sleeping. The clock buzzed. It was 6:45 a.m. Getting up now made it possible to be ready by 7:30.
He felt Derek grumble and roll-over in a half-hearted attempt to get out of bed. Spencer smiled softly at the sight of his lover in the morning, much like a Neanderthal. A cute Neanderthal, granted, but still.
“Morning.”
“Ugh.”
Derek pulled back a curtain and the rain poured outside.
“How many days is it going to be raining?” Spencer yawned. It had been at least three days. “I don’t think it’s ever going to stop raining.”
“Maybe I should build an ark,” Derek grumbled and sat back on the bed.
“Maybe we’re both too sick to go to work,” Spencer snuggled into Derek and pulled him back into bed.
“What? Oh…” Derek smiled, still half-asleep. He reached over to kiss Spencer.
“I think all this rain caused some faint traces of pneumonia…”
“I see Doctor,” Derek rolled over to lean against Spencer, “and what is your professional opinion?”
Spencer kissed him right on the lips. His tongue slipped in to Derek’s and massaged the roof of the other man’s mouth. Derek moaned softly.
“Bed rest. Lots of it,” Spencer yawned, “text Hotch and roll back over here because the doctor isn’t finished examining you to make sure you are healthy.”
“Mmmm…sounds good. Way ahead of you, baby,” Derek sent of a text and wrapped his arms around Spencer, “Where were we?”
“You were rubbing my bad leg and telling me how you want to make me a hot breakfast…”
“In your dreams, Pretty Boy,” Derek teased and the two snuggled up on the rainy morning.
#300-“What if he says no?” -Morgan/Reid +Garcia/Hotch
Garcia was rather pleased with herself. Her diabolical plan to set up Boy Wonder with Chocolate Thunder was going according to plan. She was in her computer den, photo shopping pictures of a certain member of the team when she got a knock on her door.
“Enter.”
“Hey.” It was Spencer.
“Hey yourself genius. What’s up?”
He looked a little uncomfortable and looked down at his feet.
“It’s okay. Here, sit down and tell me what’s up. Nothing you say here leaves the den.”
At that, Spencer obliged. Garcia could see the gears working in his head before he finally spoke.
“I think I like Derek.”
“I do too,” Garcia said.
“No, I mean I like him.”
“Oh…”
“Yeah and I thought he was straight, but…” he trailed off.
“But, what?” Garcia was definitely interested to hear Spencer’s theory.
“He has said some things, nothing explicit, but you know…” he was obviously uncomfortable with talking about this. He shifted on his feet.
It was just what Garcia told him to do.
“So, what now?”
“I…” Spencer seemed lost for words for once. It was absolutely adorable.
“You should ask him out.”
“I…I want to.”
“I think you should,” Garcia patted him on the shoulder.
“What if he says no?”
He looked her right in the eyes with those puppy dog eyes that melted her heart. She knew it had the same effect on Derek’s.
“He won’t,” she smiled, “I’ve seen the way he looks at you when you don’t realize it…”
“Really?” he almost squeaked.
“Yes. Now get your cute little butt out of here and do it,” she smacked his rear end, “I’ve got important work to do.”
“Thanks,” he grinned slightly and left.
Garcia smiled to herself and opened up her project. She pulled up her picture of Hotch and finished her dirty little poem to go with it. Grinning mischievously, she sent it to his FBI e-mail.
#353-write about the thrift store find -Morgan/Reid
Being by himself a lot as a child, Spencer had discovered many ways of keeping himself busy. One of them was visiting thrift stores. He would browse the aisles and marvel at the history he saw. Most of the ones around him were full of antiques. He liked it that way. He would look but never buy. He didn’t see anything he wanted.
Until today.
As soon as he saw that old typewriter, he knew he had to have it. He was a lover of the spoken and written word and loved scribbling down his own thoughts on the matter. The keys were ivory, and worn like it had been used
It wasn’t very expensive either. Soon, he had it set up in the living room and he started tapping away. He loved the feeling of pressing down the buttons and watching it imprint his every word.
He loved it. Derek didn’t. It was irritating to hear the clicking and tapping all the time. He was tired after work and just wanted to relax. It was a little difficult when Spencer would keep typing all the time. That is, until he got something Spencer had typed on his side of the bed one morning.
I love you.
Written out perfectly simple on a piece of paper…
He might just get used to this typing.
#383- “So shut up and do it then.” -Morgan/Reid
Yes Spencer was a klutz. Yes he ran into things, stumbled over things and occasionally broke things; it didn’t keep Derek from caring about/for him.
He cared for him all the time, looking out for him just one step ahead to try and prevent the inevitable. This might have been the reason he felt bad when he couldn’t stop him from slipping and rolling down the Las Vegas hill.
And into several cactus. The team called for help.
“Spencer!” Derek yelled and ran down after him, “are you okay?”
“Fuck,” Spencer yelled and Derek was worried because he never swore. He was crumpled into a ball, but his bad leg was out at an angle. He also had cactus needles all over his body,
“You are covered in needles,” Derek said and Spencer flinched as he pulled one out, “you want me to get them out for you?”
“Yes,” he said and clutched his leg, “Jesus! The doctor said it would hurt if I got injured again, but holy crap…”
Derek tried to distract him while he picked out the needles.
“Okay, I think I got them…”
“Um, Derek?”
“Yeah?”
“I have at least seven in my butt.”
“Um, I really want to help you feel better,” Derek said, obviously flustered, “and, uh, I know its gonna hurt, but it will be for the best.”
“So shut up and do it then,” Spencer hissed and rolled over.
So, that was the first time Derek ever saw Spencer’s ass. It wouldn’t be the last.
#286- write about the missed phone call -Morgan/Reid
Spencer yawned and walked into the apartment. He was tired and the last several days had been tough.
He noticed he had a new message on his home phone.
“Spencer, it’s me, Derek…” Spencer tensed up. “Look…I’m so sorry I said that to you. What makes it hard is that you won’t even listen to me. I, uh, know you might be willing to move on and if you want to, don’t let me stop you. No, I don’t want to let you go, but maybe you deserve better than me…”
His eyes started to well.
“I really don’t know what else to say,” Derek coughed, “I’m not good with words like you, Pretty Boy. All I know is what I feel and I can tell you something. I’ve never felt better than being with you. Sometimes, well you know, I don’t think before I speak or act. It obviously causes me problems. Especially now…but, please, tell me something. Talk to me. If it’s goodbye…then I guess I’ll have to deal with that, but I want you to know, that’s not what I want.”
Click.
Spencer erased the message, stood for a second. Then, he collapsed into the nearby chair and started to cry…cry like there was no tomorrow.
He couldn’t keep dealing with this pain, this constant turmoil. Something had to give. He grabbed his coat and wiping back tears, he got his keys to go and visit Derek.
#294- write about the missing part -Morgan/Reid
He couldn’t tell you what it was, but whatever it was, it wasn’t there. Books had distracted him; let him slip into other places. Facts were solid and concrete, they would never change. Both were a solace and made him feel at peace.
For him, not knowing what it was had been worse than anything else. He was a genius, everything else made sense. He needed to figure it out.
He wouldn’t figure out the missing piece for years. It was almost like his personal cross to bear.
Then, he met Derek Morgan. Then they had fallen in love.
Now, as he lay in bed, in the stronger man covering him in his arms, snug and warm, did he feel that the missing part wasn’t missing anymore.
#518- “I like being invisible.”
“So, you’re telling me that you are one of the most unrecognizable persons in the world?” Derek asked Spencer. Derek was balancing a drink in one hand and the other was placed on the small of his back. It was date night and they had decided to go out and drink together at the local bar.
“I pretty much have that whole wallflower thing down. Watch this.” Spencer walked slowly towards a pool table in the corner of the room where several bikers were. He faced the other direction and leaned against the table. He was literally thirty feet from the gang and they didn’t seem to notice at all.
“Why?” Derek asked when Spencer sat down next to him.
“I don’t know. I guess I’m just not that interesting.”
“Shut up,” Derek stuck a tongue out at him. “That sucks.”
“I like being invisible,” Spencer grinned like a five-year-old, “it’s like a superpower.” He tried to get the bartender’s attention for another drink, but to no avail.
“Really? You like being invisible?”
“Shut up.”