Drabbles
Info That Applies to All Drabbles
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid.
Rating: FRM.
Spoilers: The last one has spoilers for Revelations.
Notes: Prompts are from the always lovely staringout. I know I've been neglecting my boys since I've been writing Chris/Dustin for the TSN kink meme. I'm sorry. I hope these drabbles are the beginning of writing more CM fic again.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Prompt: #697 - write about the missing contact
He may have been a genius, but Reid didn't necessarily retain every bit of information he encountered daily. In fact, he often had trouble remembering where he placed things. Granted, the state of his apartment was no help. Books were stacked in dangerously teetering piles, papers were strewn across the furniture and the floor.
Reid had misplaced a fair share of items in his life, but he was always diligent when it came to his contacts. After the brief period he opted to wear his glasses he found it an avoidable hazard in the field. However, his contact case was nowhere to be seen. He admitted defeat and slid the horn-rimmed glasses in place.
He may have not been a genius, but Morgan could be devious when he wanted to be. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he thought Reid looked positively adorable with his glasses. See, "adorable" wasn't even in his vocabulary. He could worry about that later. Reid had walked into the bullpen, a scowl and the glasses on his face. It was worth it, Morgan thought as he hid the contact case in his desk.
Prompt: #696 - write about the ugly sweater
Morgan loved seeing this Reid. It was as if walking through their front door, the nervous, bumbling doctor the rest of the world saw faded away. The tie was loosened and he spoke in less statistics. Morgan couldn't help being possessive of this Reid. Only he got to see him this relaxed.
A trail of clothes led to their bedroom where Reid was changing into comfortable counterparts. It had been a long case, and both men were looking forward to a night in. Reid emerged in a pair of plaid pajama pants and an obnoxious orange sweater with a pumpkin on the front. Morgan was amazed he didn't go blind looking at it.
"Pretty Boy, where in God's name did you get that sweater?"
Reid glanced down. "This? I don't remember. I've had it for years."
"I don't want to hurt your feelings, but... it's really hideous."
"Do you ever see me wearing it out?" Reid asked laughing. "It's comfortable. No one is going to see me but you."
Morgan hugged Reid and gave him a quick kiss. "I suppose you're right."
Prompt: #693 - "I don't think I can stop."
It felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. He stood, hunched over, staring at the empty syringes lined up on the table. Reid was passed out in a large chair. His sleeve was rolled up revealing track marks littering the porcelain flesh.
They all knew something was wrong with the youngest agent. Morgan had just kept telling himself it wasn't serious. He should have been there for Reid the whole time. This wasn't about him, though, he thought as his arms slid under Reid's unconscious form. He was here now.
Reid's eyes fluttered open when Morgan gently placed him on top of the bed. "I don't think I can stop," he whispered, his voice weak. He slurred the words together, the Dilauded still in his system.
"You're better than this Reid," Morgan said. He pulled the sleeve down. He wasn't strong enough to face the truth. The bruises, the open wounds. "I'm here for you," he continued. He hoped he sounded stronger than he felt. "I'm gonna help you stop."
"You wouldn't look at me," Reid muttered before passing out again.
Morgan collapsed next to Reid, repeating to himself 'I'm here now. At least I'm here now.'
Author: tafidadarling
Fandom: Criminal Minds which belongs to CBS.
Pairing(s): Morgan/Reid.
Rating: FRM.
Spoilers: The last one has spoilers for Revelations.
Notes: Prompts are from the always lovely staringout. I know I've been neglecting my boys since I've been writing Chris/Dustin for the TSN kink meme. I'm sorry. I hope these drabbles are the beginning of writing more CM fic again.
Cross posted to bau_fic, cm_slash and morganreid_cm.
Prompt: #697 - write about the missing contact
He may have been a genius, but Reid didn't necessarily retain every bit of information he encountered daily. In fact, he often had trouble remembering where he placed things. Granted, the state of his apartment was no help. Books were stacked in dangerously teetering piles, papers were strewn across the furniture and the floor.
Reid had misplaced a fair share of items in his life, but he was always diligent when it came to his contacts. After the brief period he opted to wear his glasses he found it an avoidable hazard in the field. However, his contact case was nowhere to be seen. He admitted defeat and slid the horn-rimmed glasses in place.
He may have not been a genius, but Morgan could be devious when he wanted to be. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he thought Reid looked positively adorable with his glasses. See, "adorable" wasn't even in his vocabulary. He could worry about that later. Reid had walked into the bullpen, a scowl and the glasses on his face. It was worth it, Morgan thought as he hid the contact case in his desk.
Prompt: #696 - write about the ugly sweater
Morgan loved seeing this Reid. It was as if walking through their front door, the nervous, bumbling doctor the rest of the world saw faded away. The tie was loosened and he spoke in less statistics. Morgan couldn't help being possessive of this Reid. Only he got to see him this relaxed.
A trail of clothes led to their bedroom where Reid was changing into comfortable counterparts. It had been a long case, and both men were looking forward to a night in. Reid emerged in a pair of plaid pajama pants and an obnoxious orange sweater with a pumpkin on the front. Morgan was amazed he didn't go blind looking at it.
"Pretty Boy, where in God's name did you get that sweater?"
Reid glanced down. "This? I don't remember. I've had it for years."
"I don't want to hurt your feelings, but... it's really hideous."
"Do you ever see me wearing it out?" Reid asked laughing. "It's comfortable. No one is going to see me but you."
Morgan hugged Reid and gave him a quick kiss. "I suppose you're right."
Prompt: #693 - "I don't think I can stop."
It felt like someone had punched him in the stomach. He stood, hunched over, staring at the empty syringes lined up on the table. Reid was passed out in a large chair. His sleeve was rolled up revealing track marks littering the porcelain flesh.
They all knew something was wrong with the youngest agent. Morgan had just kept telling himself it wasn't serious. He should have been there for Reid the whole time. This wasn't about him, though, he thought as his arms slid under Reid's unconscious form. He was here now.
Reid's eyes fluttered open when Morgan gently placed him on top of the bed. "I don't think I can stop," he whispered, his voice weak. He slurred the words together, the Dilauded still in his system.
"You're better than this Reid," Morgan said. He pulled the sleeve down. He wasn't strong enough to face the truth. The bruises, the open wounds. "I'm here for you," he continued. He hoped he sounded stronger than he felt. "I'm gonna help you stop."
"You wouldn't look at me," Reid muttered before passing out again.
Morgan collapsed next to Reid, repeating to himself 'I'm here now. At least I'm here now.'