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Prompt L: Morgan/Reid
Reid was unsure if it was because he was genius or if it was because when it happened with anyone they just knew, but he could tell anyone curious enough to ask the exact moment he fell in love with Derek Morgan.
Sure it had been a slow build from the first day in the BAU, when Morgan, who had joined just the year before him, introduced him to everyone, the senior agents and the seasoned agents giving little jabs about the kids playing with each other and Morgan’s response rolling so smoothly, “Well, beauty and brains, of course I’d pick him first. You don’t really think age comes before beauty, do you?”
It wasn’t when Morgan wasn’t fazed by Reid’s mother’s illness at all and readily introduced himself. It wasn’t all the smiles, it wasn’t all the jokes or rounds of sexual harassment. No, that would make him a passing wave like the sea of women crashing at Morgan’s feet.
Dr. Spencer Reid knew he was in trouble when he fell for his friend’s honest tears that he refused to let loose. That control in the midst of sadness made him so frail yet so together, a statue of glass reflected and shone in Reid’s heart… he looked divine. Then it hit him, these weren’t friendly urges to clutch him close and sooth. It was something much more visceral.
The ultimate predicament of course was that Reid knew what he wanted so desperately but had no idea how to attain it. It had led to many nights in lament in the bed next to Morgan’s when hotel rooms with double-beds forced them to bunk up. He would silently try to reconcile reality from his dreams and it often left him overwhelmed and under-loved.
He wondered if Morgan had ever picked up on that, and on a case in Alaska he was almost sure Morgan was uncomfortable with being Reid’s roommate after all when the man happily stayed with Garcia, who he had always made such boisterous claims about. He did his best to hold together the immense pain he felt in his breaking chest as he roomed with Hotch, refused to acknowledge the act as anything but rejection… and then, when Hotch was out like a light- there was a sound at the door.
A subtle knock, and with that, the completely awake Reid sat up. The only person who would know how unlikely it would be for Reid to be asleep would be his often-roommate, Morgan. He opened the door unsure of what was happening.
Between the frame of the door and space between their bodies, all the answers Morgan had to offer and all the questions Reid had to ask were replaced by pressed lips, hands ruffled through Reid’s hair.
“I thought that… it was me, that you had a problem with sleeping with me…” Reid said keeping back the tears.
“Yeah, kid. I know, it’s just… there’s this innocence you have and it makes me have to tease you. But there’s no way I want anyone but you beside me.”
Reid’s cheeks swelled at the admission.
“You know, I knew what I felt for you on your fourth day in the office. I’m sure you remember it.” Morgan smiled fondly.
Reid nodded, “You mean when the other agents were pawing off their paperwork on me…?”
“…And how you waited until the next day just before they were due and handed them back to them, completely untouched meanwhile all of yours were finished perfectly.”
“The rest of that week I was waiting for them to put sugar in my gas-tank so I took the train and then it just made sense to do that instead.” Reid admitted.
“And even still, you didn’t play the Gideon card. You just stood your own. I respected that, you didn’t want someone else to fix the problem, you didn’t act anything like the kid they insisted you were. That’s when I knew.”
“Derek Morgan at this moment I am remarkably angry.”
Morgan cocked an eyebrow, “Oh really? And why is that?” He smiled having his own suspicion.
“Because this, something as beautiful as this hasn’t happened until now… and I’m mourning the time lost.” He kissed him again, “We’d better make up for it next time we’re shacking up.” Reid winked to make sure Morgan realized the double entendre was meant fully.
Fin.