You Can Run On For A Long Time [2/4]
Title: You Can Run on for A Long Time [2/4]
Author: icky_crane
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Spoilers/Warnings:None.
Summary: Everyone has their views on life. Not everyone has the same view. This is the case between Morgan and Reid when the topic of sexuality is brought up.
Disclaimer: Pure, Ungodly, Fiction.
I
You Can Run On For a Long Time
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Morgan had his reasons for saying what he had, and he did not have to explain them to anyone. But he had not meant to hurt Reid, not intentionally. Not at at all, but that didn't change the downfall between the two. Their relationship had changed even though Reid acted like it hadn't. Morgan almost felt invisible to the other agent; it hurt him deeply. Morgan wanted to talk to him, and knew that before all of this had spiraled like it had, that Reid would have dropped anything to be there for him; to listen.
“If you're going to talk to him, you better do it soon. He and Hotch leave to Kansas tonight.” Rossi spoke, interrupting Morgan's train of thought.
“What?” Morgan asked. He hadn't heard of them leaving to Kansas, and he most certainly hadn't realized that he had been staring off into space either. Morgan couldn't imagine how incompetent that lapse in time had made him appear in the work place.
“They're going to Kansas to interview Del Marco, if you need to say something to Reid, I suggest you do it sometime soon.” Leave it up to Rossi to be so direct that he came across as indirect in manner. Morgan knew Rossi was right, no matter how cryptic the elder agent was being at the moment. Morgan sighed heavily, making direct eye contact with the other man for the first time since he had spoke. “Something you want to tell me, Rossi?
“Something you want to listen to, Morgan?” Morgan thought about the proposal, long and hard, but knew he needed whatever Rossi was going to throw at him. Whether it be good, bad, or somehow in between the two.
“Yeah, I'll listen,” Morgan says. Rossi motions for him to follow, and he does wearily. Closing the door to Rossi's office, declining to sit when politely offered.
“Listen, Morgan...I'm not going to tell you that what you said was wrong.”
“You're not?”
“No, I'm not. I'm going to tell you that I don't think you believe in what you said. No, I think your response was forced, and I know for a fact that you weren't expecting for Reid to respond like he had. None of us had, and now you feel guilty.” Morgan clasped one of his large hands behind his neck attempting, with no success, to rub away the tension building in his body. Rossi was right, Morgan did feel guilty... just about everything. Dark eyes glanced at the other agent with a desperate look in those orbs, a silent plea for Rossi to tell him how to fix all of this. “Talk to him.”
“I can't, Rossi. He's made up his mind about me, and all I would do would cause more confusion.”
“So you'd rather have things remain the same?”
“Honestly, no.” The two men left it at that, and it gave Morgan more to think about than he already had been. Morgan went to Hotch's office; no one was there though. Baffled, Morgan walked down to JJ's office, knocking softly at his colleagues door before getting the okay to enter. “Morgan, what can I do for you?”
“Hey, JJ, have you seen Hotch?” JJ looked down at her watch before returning her gaze to Morgan.
“Him and Reid should have just departed.”
“Rossi said that their flight didn't leave until six-thirty tonight, it's only four.”
“Alma is suppose to be experiencing some bad weather later on today, so they left a few hours early.” When JJ gave him the news, Morgan couldn't help but to feel a rush of disappointment.
“Thanks anyway,” Morgan says with a wave of his hand, turning to leave.
“Morgan, you okay?” The woman had a sweet voice, nurturing in it's softness. Morgan bowed his head slightly,half of his body in her office and the other half ready to flee. Morgan had already had one heart to heart today; he really couldn't bare another. “I'm trying to be.”
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“Reid, Reid wake up.” Hotch's voice woke Reid from a dreamless sleep. Stretching his long limbs Reid realized the jet was no longer in motion.
“We're in Alma,” Reid couldn't say he was exactly thrilled. Kansas wasn't a bad place, but the weather outside proved to be just as atrocious as they had said. The clouds swirled and converged angrily in the sky. They were here to interview a woman who had seduced at least a dozen me, that they knew of, in bars across the county. Bringing the intoxicated individuals back to her secluded home in the woods and slaughtering each and everyone of them before tossing their body parts into various ditches across the state.
“We have tonight and tomorrow morning to prepare the rest of our interview,” Hotch spoke as they checked into their hotel, not bad considering their sudden arrival and lack of options.
“I'll be down the hall,” and leave it up to Hotchner to keep things professional amidst conflict within his very own team. Not that he wouldn't speak about it later, but the elder agent knew when to approach a subject and when not to, this moment just happened to be one of the later.
“Okay.” Reid settled down onto the newly prepped bed, cotton sheets sticking to his skin uncomfortably. Pillow smelling of some sort of potent cleaning supply. Reid stared at his phone, contemplating whether or not to call JJ. Finally giving in, he dialed her number. “Hey, JJ.”
“Hey, Spence.”
“Just calling to tell you that we made it safely.”
“Oh, good! Did Warden Brown meet up with you?”
“No, we both decided that tomorrow would be better.”
“Yeah, I'm watching the news, and it's not looking pretty over there.”
“Yeah, it could be better. Uh, listen, I've got to...”
“Spence.”
“Yeah, JJ?”
“Morgan came into my office today.”
“Oh...”
“I'm pretty sure he was looking for you. I think he needed to speak talk about something.”
“Yes, well, he'll have to wait.”
They hung up soon after that, JJ left defeated. Reid stared uninterestedly up at the ceiling, making patterns in his mind that weren't really there, but it helped to distract him. He just wanted this to end. Not only could he not face Morgan for the duration of the time, he could barely talk about him to the one person he knew he could confide just about everything to. Time seemed endless and dragging, but Reid new the truth, and the truth was...time was running out for them.
Author: icky_crane
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Morgan/Reid
Spoilers/Warnings:None.
Summary: Everyone has their views on life. Not everyone has the same view. This is the case between Morgan and Reid when the topic of sexuality is brought up.
Disclaimer: Pure, Ungodly, Fiction.
I
You Can Run On For a Long Time
---
Morgan had his reasons for saying what he had, and he did not have to explain them to anyone. But he had not meant to hurt Reid, not intentionally. Not at at all, but that didn't change the downfall between the two. Their relationship had changed even though Reid acted like it hadn't. Morgan almost felt invisible to the other agent; it hurt him deeply. Morgan wanted to talk to him, and knew that before all of this had spiraled like it had, that Reid would have dropped anything to be there for him; to listen.
“If you're going to talk to him, you better do it soon. He and Hotch leave to Kansas tonight.” Rossi spoke, interrupting Morgan's train of thought.
“What?” Morgan asked. He hadn't heard of them leaving to Kansas, and he most certainly hadn't realized that he had been staring off into space either. Morgan couldn't imagine how incompetent that lapse in time had made him appear in the work place.
“They're going to Kansas to interview Del Marco, if you need to say something to Reid, I suggest you do it sometime soon.” Leave it up to Rossi to be so direct that he came across as indirect in manner. Morgan knew Rossi was right, no matter how cryptic the elder agent was being at the moment. Morgan sighed heavily, making direct eye contact with the other man for the first time since he had spoke. “Something you want to tell me, Rossi?
“Something you want to listen to, Morgan?” Morgan thought about the proposal, long and hard, but knew he needed whatever Rossi was going to throw at him. Whether it be good, bad, or somehow in between the two.
“Yeah, I'll listen,” Morgan says. Rossi motions for him to follow, and he does wearily. Closing the door to Rossi's office, declining to sit when politely offered.
“Listen, Morgan...I'm not going to tell you that what you said was wrong.”
“You're not?”
“No, I'm not. I'm going to tell you that I don't think you believe in what you said. No, I think your response was forced, and I know for a fact that you weren't expecting for Reid to respond like he had. None of us had, and now you feel guilty.” Morgan clasped one of his large hands behind his neck attempting, with no success, to rub away the tension building in his body. Rossi was right, Morgan did feel guilty... just about everything. Dark eyes glanced at the other agent with a desperate look in those orbs, a silent plea for Rossi to tell him how to fix all of this. “Talk to him.”
“I can't, Rossi. He's made up his mind about me, and all I would do would cause more confusion.”
“So you'd rather have things remain the same?”
“Honestly, no.” The two men left it at that, and it gave Morgan more to think about than he already had been. Morgan went to Hotch's office; no one was there though. Baffled, Morgan walked down to JJ's office, knocking softly at his colleagues door before getting the okay to enter. “Morgan, what can I do for you?”
“Hey, JJ, have you seen Hotch?” JJ looked down at her watch before returning her gaze to Morgan.
“Him and Reid should have just departed.”
“Rossi said that their flight didn't leave until six-thirty tonight, it's only four.”
“Alma is suppose to be experiencing some bad weather later on today, so they left a few hours early.” When JJ gave him the news, Morgan couldn't help but to feel a rush of disappointment.
“Thanks anyway,” Morgan says with a wave of his hand, turning to leave.
“Morgan, you okay?” The woman had a sweet voice, nurturing in it's softness. Morgan bowed his head slightly,half of his body in her office and the other half ready to flee. Morgan had already had one heart to heart today; he really couldn't bare another. “I'm trying to be.”
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“Reid, Reid wake up.” Hotch's voice woke Reid from a dreamless sleep. Stretching his long limbs Reid realized the jet was no longer in motion.
“We're in Alma,” Reid couldn't say he was exactly thrilled. Kansas wasn't a bad place, but the weather outside proved to be just as atrocious as they had said. The clouds swirled and converged angrily in the sky. They were here to interview a woman who had seduced at least a dozen me, that they knew of, in bars across the county. Bringing the intoxicated individuals back to her secluded home in the woods and slaughtering each and everyone of them before tossing their body parts into various ditches across the state.
“We have tonight and tomorrow morning to prepare the rest of our interview,” Hotch spoke as they checked into their hotel, not bad considering their sudden arrival and lack of options.
“I'll be down the hall,” and leave it up to Hotchner to keep things professional amidst conflict within his very own team. Not that he wouldn't speak about it later, but the elder agent knew when to approach a subject and when not to, this moment just happened to be one of the later.
“Okay.” Reid settled down onto the newly prepped bed, cotton sheets sticking to his skin uncomfortably. Pillow smelling of some sort of potent cleaning supply. Reid stared at his phone, contemplating whether or not to call JJ. Finally giving in, he dialed her number. “Hey, JJ.”
“Hey, Spence.”
“Just calling to tell you that we made it safely.”
“Oh, good! Did Warden Brown meet up with you?”
“No, we both decided that tomorrow would be better.”
“Yeah, I'm watching the news, and it's not looking pretty over there.”
“Yeah, it could be better. Uh, listen, I've got to...”
“Spence.”
“Yeah, JJ?”
“Morgan came into my office today.”
“Oh...”
“I'm pretty sure he was looking for you. I think he needed to speak talk about something.”
“Yes, well, he'll have to wait.”
They hung up soon after that, JJ left defeated. Reid stared uninterestedly up at the ceiling, making patterns in his mind that weren't really there, but it helped to distract him. He just wanted this to end. Not only could he not face Morgan for the duration of the time, he could barely talk about him to the one person he knew he could confide just about everything to. Time seemed endless and dragging, but Reid new the truth, and the truth was...time was running out for them.