Unrequited
Just look at him he's perfect, sweet, kind, smart, good. Everything I'll never be he thought longingly, looking at the lithe, quirky man across the bullpen, who was currently making his third cup of coffee of the morning. Just then, he realised the other man had caught him staring and he looked back down at the report he was supposed to be working on. As Spencer Reid passed his desk he stopped and looked at his embarrassed co-worker.
"Everything okay Morgan, did you want a coffee too?" his voice quiet, nearly a whisper as he felt bad for not offering to get one for his friend.
Great, he's so bloody selfless he feels guilty about something that he has no reason to even feel guilty about "Nah kid, I was just thinking how would you survive without your liquid breakfast" he joked. Reid shuddered at the thought of not having his ritualistic coffee intake, Morgan laughed fondly at him. "I take it these are the things that pretty boy's nightmares are made of" one look at Reid's face confirmed this and he laughed again. "Reid what would you do if it became a rare resource?"
"It's the second most traded commodity in the world, second only to oil, if we went to war with a coffee producing nation I would seriously have to contemplate my alligence" Reid smiled.
"You know something kid, I'm not sure if I should take you seriously or not" Morgan was barely able to control himself. All he wanted more than anything else in the world was to reach up and kiss the genius fully on the lips. Especially when he went all nerdy and fact spouting.
Reid continued on to his desk smiling and began another file. Scanning the pages with his eyes as he memorised ever horrific detail of some crime that had taken place somewhere in the country. All Morgan wanted to do was to go over and prevent Reid from having to read those horrors, to prevent his good and kind friend from the cruelty and disgusting things happening in the world.
"So Pretty Boy, any plans for the night? Any Star Trek appreciation club for you to go to" he enquired looking over at the younger man who was finished another file already. The younger agent blushed and stared at the computer screen in front of him.
"Actually I, eh, not really no" his face going scarlet red. Morgan wanted to go over and run his finger along the genius' face. He was unable to stop himself from getting out of the chair and leaning on the young genius' desk.
"Reid, your from Vegas, you'd think you'd have a better poker face, you embarrassed or something?" he chided.
"Ihaveadate!" he blurted out. Almost too fast for Morgan to hear. He stopped, his heart pounding in his ears, he thought it must have been nearly audible. His face dropped and he couldn't say anything. He felt as though he was being constricted, barely able to breath. "wow" was all he could muster.
Reid huffed out an indignant breathe. "wow, that's all you can say Morgan, just wow. Is it that hard to believe a girl would actually like me? Well for your information there is! And I really like her, she doesn't make jokes about my interests or my clothes or anything else about me" pure rage was what prevented Reid from seeing the heartbreak in his best friends eyes.
The older man incapable of saying anything lest he give away his true emotions. With that Morgan lifted himself off the desk and walked off towards Garcia's office, knowing she was out for the morning and that he would not be disturbed there. Once inside he let the tears he was holding back flow freely. Thinking of the pain he felt knowing that not only was the man he loved angry with him, but he wanted someone else, a girl. He would never love him.
He knew what lay ahead if him for the evening. Another night of going to the nearest club, finding a tall thin girl and bring her home, all the time trying to trick himself into thinking she was the lithe man in the bullpen who unknowingly owned his heart.