Fic. Seatbelt 2/2 (Criminal Minds, Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan)
Title: Seatbelt 2/2
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG
Pair: Spencer Reid / Derek Morgan
Disclaimer: not mine, etc.
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Chapter 1/2
“Sugarplum?”
“No, it’s me.”
“Spencie! Why are you calling from my chocostud’s phone?”
“It’s the only one there is. We left in such a hurry, that I forgot my wallet
and phone.”
“Why were in a hurry?”
“I came with him in the ambulance. We’re at the hospital.”
“What happened?”
“Morgan had an accident in his car.”
“Is it bad?”
“Not really. It wasn’t even moving. I mean the car.”
“Then what did happen?”
“Can we talk about that later? We need a ride home.”
“Sure, sugar. But if I come all the way there, I want details.”
“I knew that….”
------------------------------------------
“That stuff will kill you.” Garcia commented when she walked into the waiting
area.
Reid dumped his coffee cup to the trash. “Probably. The machine had run out
of both sugar and artificial sweetener.”
“How long have you been waiting here, honey?”
“About…. Actually, I don’t know what time it is now. I don’t have my watch
with me either.”
“It’s quarter pas eleven.”
“Then…. Almost three hours.”
“When was the last time you ate something?”
“Before we left the office.” As if to underline his statement, Reid’s stomach
let out low growl. “Okay, at lunchtime.”
“I knew it….” Garcia shook her head and started digging her bag. She pulled
out several cardboard cartons and one wrapped in paper. “Don’t, the godmother
of all things wonderful has taken that into consideration. Dig in.”
“What is it?” Reid looked at the thing wrapped in paper.
“Pastrami with a French roll. The condiment are in the other ones.”
“Condiments?”
“There´s Russian sauce, some pickles, gummy bears, and coleslaw.”
“Sounds appetising.” Reid pulled the sandwich from the wrap and took a bite.
“Thanks.”
“You`re welcome. So are you gonna tell me what happened to my HoneyBunny?”
“Can we wait till he gets here? They`re just giving him some booster shots.”
“For what?”
“The dog bite.”
“He was attacked by a dog?”
“Partly.”
“How can a doggie attack you partly?”
“Promise me you wont tell anyone?"
“Cross my heart and knock wood.”
“What?”
“Never mind. Tell me.”
“We were in his car.”
“With Clooney?”
“No….”
“Where were you going?”
“Nowhere….”
“Oh, he finally persuaded you to try it!”
“He told you?”
“Are you kidding, he’s been fantasising about that for ages. What happened?”
“We got…. restless. And he….”
“Yeah?”
“Accidentally triggered the alarm.”
“Ouch….”
“And Mrs. Huberstam from down the street was walking to her house with her dog.
She heard the alarm, saw Morgan’s foot sticking out of the window and thought
something weird was going on.”
“Wonder why….”
“And she sicced her dog on him.”
“That sounds like an old Benny Hill sketch…”
“That wasn’t the end of it. When the dog bit him on his foot, he snapped his
head up and hit it on the wheel.”
“Was that the end of it?”
“Yes, except that…. Awkward situation.”
“Awkward?”
“You know, afterwards….”
“Afterwards?”
“We were naked, okay!”
“I just wanted to hear you say it.” Garcia grinned.
“Can we go now?” Morgan came in with a nurse in tow. Garcia took a long look
at him and started laughing. “What’s so funny?”
“Your dress sense.”
Morgan looked down to check his clothes. His pants were ripped from the zipper
and the stripy dress shirt was too small for his frame.
“That’s mine….” Reid commented and shrugged his shoulders in a way too large
shirt. “The whole dressing up was little chaotic…. And that blood….”
“I can understand that, but what happened to your zipper?” Garcia mused.
Morgan and Reid shared a brief look, and the genius blushed.
“That was pre-incident.” Morgan grinned.
“Can we go now?” Reid took his snacks and headed out.
“Aren’t you gonna give me some of that?” Morgan teased when they followed him.
“Normally I would, but after tonight, I’m not even getting into your car. Get your
own sandwich.”
“What about-”
“And I’m not getting near your zipper either.”
“That’s not what I was gonna ask!”
“What were you going to ask?”
“I was gonna ask if you were planning to play my personal nurse.”
“You got a little limp and a bump on the head.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t need constant care.”
“In other words you’ll be just like you are when you’re healthy.”
“Can I at least get a sponge bath?”
“I can handle that, sweetie.” Garcia volunteered.
“No, you can’t!” Reid exclaimed.
Morgan grinned. “That’s my boy.”