Drabbles
Info That Applies to All Drabbles
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid for two of them. One is just Morgan and just Reid.
Rating: FRT to FRM.
Notes: The first two drabbles are from prompts thanks to the always lovely staringout. The other two are from me dipping in the novel John Dies at the End.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Prompt: #626 - write about the shape in the cloud
"Morgan, I'm pretty sure that I'm starting to break out in hives," Reid whined as he dragged the blanket behind him.
"Pretty Boy, you are fine," Morgan said emphasizing each word. He was getting tired of the genius's constant complaining every time he took him outside.
"You know I have allergies."
"We're just sitting on the park on a nice spring afternoon. Enjoy the beauty in life before we get called back to reality."
"Well, you just ruined any fun I might have had," Reid grumbled. He unfolded the blanket and gingerly sat down with Morgan not far behind him. "Now what do we do?"
"I don't know," Morgan said with a playful smile.
"What do you mean you don't know? This was your idea."
"I did tell you to bring your stuff. Well, we can watch the clouds."
Several white, fluffy clouds drifted across the sky. It wasn't windy and their trek was lazy. Shapes formed and stayed in tact above their heads.
"That cloud looks like Clooney," Reid whispered pointing to one near a tree.
"It's like he's going to fetch that 'stick'," Morgan said. "So, how are those hives?"
"What hives?"
"Nevermind." Morgan wrapped an arm around Reid's shoulder and continued watching the clouds roll by.
Prompt: #625 - write about what's waiting around the corner
Jason Green's house was bathed in a blue glow from the sun lamps filtered around the house. An agoraphobic who hadn't left his house in years and he was nowhere to be seen. The BAU had captured his partner, so who could have warned him? The profile suggested he was a loner. Would he have other connections to the outside world?
Morgan slowly advanced down the hallway with his gun raised. He tried to control his breathing, but he had to admit that he was nervous. Where was Green? Morgan was near the end of the hall where it broke off in both directions. Right or left? Did it matter? Green seemed to be in the wind.
Morgan chose right and stopped dead in his tracks. A slumped figure barely propped up against the wall. Another sum lamp shone in the man's face that had been disfigured beyond recognition. Morgan would bet his life it was Green, though. Looks like the partner got tired of taking orders but doing all the work.
Gun returned to his side, Morgan breathed a sigh of relief. He wandered back outside to feel the warmth of the real sun on his face.
Prompt: shut down
Reid couldn't do this anymore. He leaned up against the door and let his bag fall to the floor. They had solved the case, sure, but not before two more girls were killed. It was at times like this he questioned his motivations. It felt like he wasn't helping. That was all he wanted to do - help people. Or so he told himself. He wasn't helping. Just cataloging murderers. Maybe this information would help someone in the future, but now? Right now Reid was shutting down. They all did eventually.
Prompt: breath
Just breathe. It's something we are born knowing how to do. So why is it hard to breathe? Morgan stills above him and gently kisses first his nose, then his eyelids.
Just relax. That's something adults tend to forget how to do. Especially with what they do, he hasn't relaxed in years. He has to if he wants this, and oh, he does want it. He nods, letting Morgan know it's okay to move.
Just let go. Others do it all the time. He has trouble turning his brain off, but as Morgan slowly makes love to him, he thinks that he may be able to.