Drabbles
Info That Applies to All Drabbles
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS. The Social Network which belongs to Columbia Pictures.
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Morgan/Reid, Garcia, Mark/Eduardo, the chicken (the chicken is it's own character).
Rating: FRT
Notes: Prompts are from the wonderful staringout.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash, mark_eduardo, morganreid_cm and socialnetwrkfic.
Prompt: #665 - write about the reluctant trip home
Morgan had broken Reid's trust time and time again like a cheap porcelain doll. Every time Reid gathered the pieces back up, glued himself back together and went running to Morgan. Morgan who would welcome him with open arms only to break him again.
Reid knew that he didn't mean it. They had both seen enough to be wary upon entering an arrangement. That's all it was to Morgan - an arrangement. It wasn't that he didn't like Reid. He treated him like the younger brother he never had. Did he trust him, though? Reid knew now he shouldn't trust him.
The slick bed sheets fell over Reid's naked body as he began to fall asleep. A short prod from Morgan reminded him he couldn't do that. Reid sat up clutching the sheet around him as he gathered his clothes much like he had to gather himself.
"I'll see you tomorrow kid," Morgan said as a disheveled Reid stalked out of the bedroom. He often lingered on his way out, just in case someone was outside. He didn't want them to see him crying.
Prompt: #662 - Picture prompt. Click here to see it.
Eduardo admitted he wasn't paying much attention to what Mark was saying. It was snowing out, and he could no longer feel his legs. He informed Mark of this development.
"I know. I'm excited too."
He looked so cute when he allowed himself to smile, Eduardo thought. He took of the straw hat and moved in closer. Their combined breath created halos around their heads.
"Why did you take the hat off?"
"So I could kiss you." A brief brushing of the lips. Mark smiling even bigger. Eduardo was staring to warm back up.
"I kind of like the hat," Mark said. "The party is lame, though. My room?"
"Good. I thought you were going to let me freeze to death."
Eduardo stuffed the hat on Mark's head as they began the trek to Kirkland. He would never tire of that smile.
Prompt: #579 - "I can't even look at you right now."
Notes: Not really crack, but this is silly.
"It can't stay here," Mark said definitively. He glared at the chicken, cooped up in the wire cage, clucking nervously.
"Please Mark. Just for one day," Eduardo pleaded. "They're going to take him away if they find him."
"Maybe it would be better for her if they did considering your 'abused' her and all."
"Her?"
"It's a chicken, therefore female. I can't even look at you right now."
"Look, I don't have time to argue the gender of a chicken. One day. I promise I'll make it up to you."
"You owe me Wardo. You better hope she doesn't lay eggs everywhere."
"She hasn't laid any yet. Are you sure it's..."
"Get out."
Prompt: #578 - write about the sudden change in the long term plan
They had finally made it. Morgan had transferred to a white collar division. He and Reid came out to he team, who claimed to have known all along, of course. Now Reid was officially moving into Morgan's house and they could start the rest of their lives together. At least, that had been the plan.
When he pulled up, Reid noticed a For Sale sign displayed prominently in the front yard. He stormed into the living room to find Morgan packing up various odds and ends.
"Isn't this something you should have mentioned, Derek?"
Morgan frowned when he heard the pain in Reid's voice. "It was a last minute decision," he said. "I know I should have talked to you first, but I wanted it to be a surprise." He handed Reid a section of newspaper.
Reid grabbed it so hard, the print stained his hands. "Classifieds?"
"I thought that our first home should be one we picked together. I can take the sign down."
"No! No, it's okay. It's - it's perfect," Reid said the anger quickly replaced with a feeling he was still getting used to after all this time. "I love you Derek."
"Love you too Pretty Boy."
Prompt: #667 - write about the boring phone call
"Hey Chocolate Stud," Garcia cooed on the other end of the line. "How's the conference?"
"Exteremely boring," Morgan replied. He was thankful for the distraction Garcia's call offered. He had already talked up the BAU and was now watching late night television praying for sleep to take over.
"That's a shame. We back in Quantico all wish you back soon. We miss you. Especially Boy Genius."
"I miss you too girl," Mogan said. He wasn't going to acknowledge her last comment. Garcia had been fishing for months. She wasn't going to rile him up that easily.
"He's wandering around the bullpen like a lost puppy. It's quite cute, actually."
"Garcia, is there anything good on tonight? One more minute of American Idol and I'm gonna scream."
"Oh, you're no fun," Garcia said as she hung up. Morgan could just imagine her pout. Phone still in hand, he decided to make a few more calls. The phone barely rang once before a familiar voice greeted him.
"Hello Derek."
"Hey Pretty Boy."